Who would imagine it poffible that in a very few lines fo many remote ideas could be brought together?

Since 'tis my doom, Love's undershrieve,
Why this reprieve?

Why doth my she advowson fly
Incumbency?

To fell thyself doft thou intend
By candles end,

And hold the contraft thus in doubt,
Life's taper out?

Think but how foon the market fails,
Your fex lives fafter than the males;

And if to measure age's span,

The fober Julian were th' account of man,

Whilft you live by the fleet Gregorian.

CLEIVELAND.

OF enormous and difgufting hyperboles, these

may be examples:

By every

wind that comes this way,

Send me at least a figh or two,

Such and fo many I'll repay

As fhall themselves make winds to get to you.

All arm'd in brafs, the richeft drefs of war,

(A difmal glorious fight !) he fhone afar. The fun himself started with fudden fright, To fee his beams return fo difmal bright.

COWLEY.

COWLEY.

COWLEY.
An

An univerfal confternation:

His bloody eyes he hurls round, his sharp paws
Tear up the ground; then runs he wild about,
Lashing his angry tail and roaring out.

Beafts creep into their dens, and tremble there;
Trees, though no wind is ftirring, thake with fear;
Silence and horror fill the place around;

Echo itself dares fcarce repeat the found.

COWLEY.

THEIR fictions were often violent and unnatural.

Of his Mistress bathing.

The fish around her crowded, as they do

To the falfe light that treacherous fishers fhew,
And all with as much eafe might taken be,

As the at first took me :

For ne'er did light fo clear
Among the waves appear,

Though every night the fun himself fet there.

COWLEY.

The poetical effect of a lover's name upon glass :

My name engrav'd herein

Doth contribute my firmness to this glass;

Which, ever fince that charm, hath been

As hard as that which grav'd it was.

DONNE.

THEIR conceits were fentiments flight and

trifling.

On an inconftant woman:

He enjoys the calmy funfhine now,

And no breath ftirring hears,

In the clear heaven of thy brow,

No smallest cloud appears.

He

He fees thee gentle, fair and gay,

And trufts the faithlefs April of thy May.

COWLEY.

Upon a paper written with the juice of lemon, and

read by the fire:

Nothing yet in thee is feen,

But when a genial heat warms thee within,

A new-born wood of various lines there grows;
Here buds an L, and there a B,

Here spouts a V, and there a T,
And all the flourishing letters ftand in rows.

COWLEY.

As they fought only for novelty, they did not much enquire whether their allufions were to things high or low, elegant or grofs: whether they compared the little to the great, or the great to the little.

Phyfick and Chirurgery for a Lover.
Gently, ah gently, madam, touch
The wound, which you yourfelf have made;
That pain muft needs be very much,

Which makes me of your hand afraid.

Cordials of pity give me now,
For I too weak of purgings grow.

The World and a Clock.

Mahol th' inferior world's fantastic face

Thro' all the turns of matter's maze did trace;
Great Nature's well-fet clock in pieces took;
On all the springs and smallest wheels did look
Of life and motion, and with equal art
Made up the whole again of every part.

COWLEY.

COWLEY.

A coal

A coal-pit has not often found its poet; but, that it may not want its due honour, Cleiveland has paralleled it with the Sun :

! The moderate value of our guiltless ore

Makes no man atheist, and no woman whore ;
Yet why should hallow'd veftal's facred fhrine
Deserve more honour than a flaming mine?
These pregnant wombs of heat would fitter be,
Than a few embers, for a deity.

Had he our pits, the Perfian would admire
No fun, but warm's devotion at our fire:
He'd leave the trotting whipster, and prefer
Our profound Vulcan 'bove that waggoner.
For wants he heat, or light? or would have store,
Or both? 'tis here: and what can funs give more?
Nay, what's the fun but, in a different name,
A coal-pit rampant, or a mine on flame!

Then let this truth reciprocally run,

The fun's heaven's coalery, and coals our fun.

Death, a Voyage:

No family

E'er rigg'd a foul for Heaven's discovery,
With whom more venturers might boldly dare
Venture their stakes, with him in joy to share.

DONNE.

THEIR thoughts and expreffions were fometimes grofsly abfurd, and fuch as no figures or licence can reconcile to the understanding.

A Lover neither dead nor alive :

Then down I laid my head

Down on cold earth; and for a while was dead,
And my freed foul to a strange somewhere fled;

Ah,

Ah, fottifh foul, faid I,

When back to its cage again I faw it fly;
Fool to refume her broken chain,

And row her galley here again!
Fool, to that body to return

Where it condemn'd and deftin'd is to burn!

Once dead, how can it be,

Death fhould a thing so pleasant seem to thee,

That thou fhould't come to live it o'er again in me?

A Lover's heart, a hand grenado :

Wo to her ftubborn heart, if once mine come

Into the felf fame room;

"Twill tear and blow up all within,

Like a grenado fhot into a magazin.

Then had Love keep the adhes, and torn parts,
Of both our broken hearts:

Shall out of both one new one make:

From her's th' allay, from mine the metal take.

COWLEY.

The poetical Propagation of Light:

The prince's favour is diffus'd o'er all,

From which all fortunes, names, and natures fall :

Then from thofe wombs of ftars, the Bride's bright eyes,

At every glance a conftellation flies,

And fowes the court with ftars, and doth prevent,

In light and power, the all-ey'd firmament:

First her eye kindles other ladies' eyes,

Then from their beams their jewels' luftres rife :

And from their jewels torches do take fire,
And all is warmth, and light, and good defire.

VoL. I.

D

DONNE.

THEY.