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ELEGIES.

Nor tame wild Boreas' harshness; thou
How roughly he in pieces shivered
Fair Orithyia, whom he swore he loved.
Fall ill or good, 't is madness to have pro
Dangers unurged: feed on this flattery,

apes;

That absent lovers one in the other be. Dissemble nothing, not a boy, nor change Thy body's babit, nor mind; be not strang To thyself only, all will spy in thy face A blushing, womanly, discovering grace. Richly clothed apes, are called and a Eclipsed, as bright, we call the moon the m Men of France, changeable chameleons, Spittles of diseases, shops of fashions, Love's fuellers, and the rightest company Of players which upon the world's stage be, Will quickly know thee; and no less alas, The indifferent Italian, as we pass

His warm land, well content to think thee pag Will hunt thee with such lust, and hideous rag As Lot's fair guests were vext. But none of the Nor spungy hydroptic Dutch, shall thee displea If thou stay here. O stay here; for, for thee

England is only a worthy gallery, To walk in expectation, till from thence Our greatest king call thee to his presence. When I am gone, dream me some happiness, Nor let thy looks our long-hid love confess ; Nor praise, nor dispraise me; nor bless, Openly love's force; nor in bed fright thy nurse

nor curse

With midnight's startings, crying out, oh! oh!
Nurse, oh my love is slain; I saw him go
O'er the white Alps alone; I saw him, I,
Assailed, taken, fight, stabbed, bleed, fall, and die.
Augur me better chance, except dread Jove
Think it enough for me to have had thy love.

UPON MR. THOMAS CORYAT'S CRUDITIES.

OH to what height will love of greatness drive Thy learned spirit, sesqui-superlative?

Venice's vast lake thou hast seen, and would'st seek then,

Some vaster thing, and found'st a courtesan ;
That inland sea having discovered well,

A cellar gulf, where one might sail to hell
From Heidelberg, thou long'st to see: and thou
This book, greater than all, producest now,
Infinite work! which doth so far extend,
That none can study it to any end.
"T is no one thing, it is not fruit, nor root,
Nor poorly limited with head or foot.
If man be therefore man, because he can

Reason and laugh, thy book doth half make man,

One half being made, tay modesty was sick.
That then in ta' sther half would'st never wi
When wis mou be at fill rear lunace ?
Nation exceed the world? Canst

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To be far greater than the mother acee? Go, then, and as to thee, when thou bist g Munster did towns, and Gester authors show. Mount sow to Gallo-Belgiers; appear As deep a statesman as a garreteer. Homely and familiarly, when thou com'st back, Talk of Will Conqueror, and Prester Jack Go. bashful man. lest here thon blush to look Upon the progress of thy glorious book. To which both Indies sacrifices send:

The West sent gold, which thou didst frey spend,

Meaning to see 't no more upon the press:
The East sends hither her deliciousness;

And thy leaves must embrace what comes from hence,

The myrrh, the pepper, and the frankincense.
This magnifies thy leaves; but if they stoop
To neighbor wares, when merchants do unhoop
Voluminous barrels; if thy leaves do then
Convey these wares in parcels unto men;
If for vast tons of currants, and of figs,
Of med'cinal and aromatic twigs,

Thy leaves a better method do provide,
Divide to pounds, and ounces subdivide;
If they stoop lower yet, and vent our wares,
Home manufactures to thick popular Fairs;
If omnipregnant there, upon warm stalls
They thatch all wares for which the buyer calls;
Then thus thy leaves we justly may commend,
That they all kind of matter comprehend.
Thus thou, by means which th' ancients never
took,

A pandect mak'st, and universal book.

The bravest heroes for their country's good,
Scattered in divers lands their limbs and blood;
Worst malefactors, to whom men are prize,
Do public good, cut in anatomies;

So will thy book in pieces, for a lord,
Which casts at Portescue's, and all the board,
Provide whole books; each leaf enough will be
For friends to pass time, and keep company.
Can all carouse up thee? no, thou must fit
Measures, and fill out for the half-pint wit.
Some shall wrap pills, and save a friend's life so;
Some shall stop muskets, and so kill a foe.
Thou shalt not ease the critics of next age
So much as once their hunger to assuage:
Nor shall wit-pirates hope to find thee lie
All in one bottom, in one library.

Some leaves may paste strings there in other books,

And so one may which on another looks,

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Pilfer, alas! a little wit from you;
But hardly much; and yet I think this true.
As Sibyl's was, your book is mystical,
For every piece is as much worth as all.
Therefore mine impotency I confess,

The healths, which my brain bears, must be far
less;

Thy giant wit o'erthrows me, I am gone;
And, rather than read all, I would read none.

ELEGY.

THE heavens rejoice in motion; why should I
Abjure my so much loved variety,

And not with many youth, and loved, divide?
Pleasure is none, if not diversified.

The sun, that sitting in the chair of light, [bright,
Sheds flame into what else soever doth seem
Is not contented at one Sign to inn,

But ends his year, and with a new begins.*
All things do willingly in change delight,
The fruitful mother of our appetite:
Rivers the clearer and more pleasing are,
Where their fair-spreading stream runs wide and
clear;

*Doth a new begin?

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