Blind mouthes! that scarce themselves know how to hold What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, The Musk-rose, and the well attir'd Woodbine. Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise. Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide 149 Amaranthus] Amarantus 1673 I 20 130 140 150 Or whether thou to our moist vows deny'd, Where the great vision of the guarded Mount Weep no more, woful Shepherds weep no more, Sunk though he be beneath the watry floar, So sinks the day-star in the Ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled Ore, So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves Thus sang the uncouth Swain to th'Okes and rills, 160 170 180 190 PRESENTED At Ludlow Castle, 1634: On Michaelmaffe night, before the RIGHT HONORABLE, JOHN Earle of Bridgewater, Vicount BRACKLY, Lord Præfident of WALES, And one of His MAIESTIES moft honorable Privie Counsell. Ebeu quid volui mifero mihi! floribus auftrum LONDON Printed for HyMPHREY ROBINSON, at the figne of the Three Pidgeons in Pauls Church-yard. 1637. 1 To the Right Honourable, John Lord Vicount Bracly, Son and Heir apparent to the MY LORD, Earl of Bridgewater, &c. This Poem, which receiv'd its first occasion of Birth from your Self, and others of your Noble Family, and much honour from your own Person in the performance, now returns again to make a finall Dedication of it self to you. Although not openly acknowledg'd by the Author, yet it is a legitimate off-spring, so lovely, and so much desired, that the often Copying of it hath tir'd my Pen to give my severall friends satisfaction, and brought me to a necessity of producing it to the publike view; and now to offer it up in all rightfull devotion to those fair Hopes, and rare Endowments of your much-promising Youth, which give a full assurance, to all that know you, of a future excellence. Live sweet Lord to be the honour of your Name, and receive this as your own, from the hands of him, who hath by many favours been long oblig'd to your most honour'd Parents, and as in this representation your attendant Thyrsis, so now in all reall expression Your faithfull, and most The Copy of a Letter writt'n by Sir HENRY WOOTTON, to the Author, upon SIR, following Poem. From the Colledge, this 13. of April, 1638. the It was a special favour, when you lately bestowed upon me here, the first taste of your acquaintance, though no longer then to make me know that I wanted more time to value it, and 1 Omitted in 1673. |