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Ben. Johnson's poems, elegies, paradoxes, and sonnets; Selections. 1700
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King, Henry, 1592-1669.
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sailes That all designes which must on thee embark May be securely plac't as in the Ark. May'st thou where ere thy streamers shall display Enforce the bold disputers to obey That they whose pens are sharper then their swords May yield in fact what they deny'd in words Thus when th' amazed world our Seas shall see Shut from Usurpers to their own Lord free Thou may'st returning from the conquer'd Main With thine own Triumphs be crown'd Soveraign AN EPITAPH On his most honoured Friend Richard Earl of Dorset LEt no profane ignoble foot tread neer This hall ow'd peece of earth Dorset lies here A small sad relique of a noble spirit Free as the air and ample as his merit Whose least perfection was large and great Enough to make a common man compleat A soul refin'd and cull'd from many men That reconcil'd the sword unto the pen Using both well No proud forgetting Lord But mindful of mean names and of his word One that did love for honour not for ends And had the noblest way of making friends By loving first One that did know the Court Yet understood it better by report Then practice for he nothing took from thence But the kings favour for his recompence One for religion or his countreys good That valu'd not his Fortune nor his blood One high in fair opinion rich in praise And full of all we could have wisht but dayes He that is warn'd of this and shall forbear To vent a sigh for him or lend a tear May he live long and scorn'd unpiti'd fall And want a mourner at his funerall The Extquy ACcept thou Shrine of my dead Saint Insteed of Dirges this complaint And for sweet flowres to crown thy hearse Receive a strew of weeping verse From thy griev'd friend whom thou might'st see Quite melted into tears for thee Dear loss since thy untimely fate My task hath been to meditate On thee on thee thou art the book The library whereon I look Though almost blind For thee lov'd clay I languish out not live the day Using no other exercise But what I practise with mine eyes By which wet glasses I find out How lazily time creeps about To one that mourns this onely this My exercise and bus'ness is So I compute the weary houres With sighs dissolved into showres Nor wonder if my time go thus Backward and most preposterous Thou hast benighted me thy set This Eve of blackness did beget Who was 't my day though overcast Before thou had'st thy Noon-tide past And I remember must in tears Thou scarce had'st seen so many years â—s Day tells houres By thy cleer Sun â—y love and fortune first did run â—ut thou wilt never more appear â—olded within my Hemisphear â—ince both thy light and motion â—ike a fled Star is fall'n and gon And twixt me and my soules dear wish The earth now interposed is Which such a strange eclipse doth make As ne're was read in Almanake I could allow thee for a time To darken me and my sad Clime Were it a month a year or ten I would thy exile live till then And all that space my mirth adjourn So thou wouldst promise to return And putting off thy ashy shrowd At length disperse this sorrows cloud But woe is me the longest date Too narrow is to calculate These empty hopes never shall I Be so much blest as to descry A glimpse of thee till that day come Which shall the earth to cinders doome And a fierce Feaver must calcine The body of this world like thine My Little World that fit of fire Once off our bodies shall aspire To our soules bliss then we shall rise And view our selves with cleerer eyes In that calm Region where no night Can hide us from each others sight Mean time thou hast her earth much good May my harm do thee Since it stood With Heavens will I might not call Her longer mine I give thee all My short-liv'd right and interest In her whom living I lov'd best With a most free and bounteous grief I give thee what I could not keep Be kind to her and prethee look Thou write into thy Dooms-day book Each parcell of this Rarity Which in thy Casket shrin'd doth ly See that thou make thy reck'ning streight And yield her back again by weight For thou must audit on thy trust Each graine and atome of this dust As thou wilt answer Him that lent Not gave thee my dear Monument So close the ground and 'bout her shade Black curtains draw my Bride is laid Sleep on my Love in thy cold bed Never to be disquieted My last good night Thou wilt not wakâ— Till I thy fate shall overtake Till age or grief or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy Tomb. Stay for me there I will not faile To meet thee in that hallow Vale. And think not much of my delay I am already on the way And follow thee with all the speed Desire can make or sorrows breed Each minute is a short degree And ev'ry houre a step towards thee At night when I betake to rest Next morn I rise neerer my West Of life almost by eight houres saile Then when sleep breath'd his drowsie gale Thus from the Sun my Bottom stears And my dayes Compass downward bears Nor labour I to stemme the tide Through which to Thee I swiftly glide 'T is true with shame and grief I yield Thou like the Vann first took'st the field And gotten hast the victory In thus adventuring to dy Before me whose more years might crave A just precedence in the grave But heark My Pulse like a soft Drum Beats my approch tells Thee I come And slow howere my marches be I shall at last sit down by Thee The thought of this bids me go on And wait my dissolution With hope and comfort Dear forgive The crime I am content to live Divided with but half a heart Till we shall meet and never part The Anniverse AN ELEGY SO soon grown old hast thou been six years dead Poor earth once by my Love inhabited And must I live to calculate the time To which thy blooming youth could never climbe But fell in the ascent yet have not I Studi'd enough thy losses history How happy were mankind if Death's strict lawes Consum'd our lamentations like the cause Or that our grief turning to dust might end With the dissolved body of a friend But sacred Heaven O how just thou art In stamping deaths impression on that heart Which through thy favours would grow insolent Were it not physick't by sharp discontent If then it stand resolv'd in thy decree That still I must doom'd to a Desart be Sprung out of my lone thoughts which know no path But what my own misfortune beaten hath If thou wilt bind me living to a coarse And I must slowly waste I then of force Stoop to thy great appointment and obey That will
same heap of dust the self-same Urn Doth them and me alike to nothing turn If then of these I might election make Whether I would refuse and whether take Rather then like a sullen Anchorite I would live cas'd in stone and learn to write A Prisoners story which might steal some tears From the sad eyes of him that reads or hears Give me a peaceful death and let me meet My freedom seal'd up in my winding sheet Death is the pledge of rest and with one bayl Two Prisons quits the Body and the Jayl The Labyrinth LIfe is a crooked Labyrinth and we Are daily lost in that Obliquity 'T is a perplexed circle in whose round Nothing but sorrows and new sins abound How is the faint impression of each good Drown'd in the vicious Channel of our blood Whose Ebbes and tides by their vicissitude Both our great Maker and our selves delude O wherefore is the most discerning eye Unapt to make its own discovery Why is the clearest and best judging mind In her own ills prevention dark and blind Dull to advise to act precipitate We scarce think what to do but when too late Or if we think that fluid thought like seed Rots there to propagate some fouler deed Still we repent and sin sin and repent We thaw and freeze we harden and relent Those fires which cool'd to day the morrows heat Rekindles Thus frail nature does repeat What she unlearnt and still by learning on Perfects her lesson of confusion Sick soul what cure shall I for thee devise Whose leprous state corrupts all remedies What medicine or what cordial can be got For thee who poyson'st thy best antidot Repentance is thy bane since thou by it Onely reviv'st the fault thou didst commit Nor griev'st thou for the past but art in pain For fear thou mayst not act it o're again So that thy tears like water spilt on lime Serve not to quench but to advance the crime My blessed Saviour unto thee I flie For help against this homebred tyrannie Thou canst true sorrows in my soul imprint And draw contrition from a breast of flint Thou canst reverse this labyrinth of sin My wild affects and actions wander in O guide my faith and by thy graces clew Teach me to hunt that kingdom at the view Where true joyes reign which like their day shall last Those never clouded nor that overcast Being waked out of my sleep by a suâ—ff of Candle which offended me I thus thought PEthaps 't was but conceit Erroneous sence Thou art thine own distemper and offence Imagine then that sick unwholsom steam Was thy corruption breath'd into a dream Nor is it strange when we in charnells dwell That all our thoughts of earth and frailty smell Man is a Candle whose unhappy light Burns in the day and smothers in the night And as you see the dying taper waste By such degrees does he to darkness haste Here is the diffâ—rence When our bodies lamps Blinded by age or choakt with mortall damps Now faint and dim and sickly 'gin to wink And in their hollow sockets lowly sink When all our vital fires ceasing to burn Leave nought but snuff and ashes in our Urn God will restore those fallen lights again And kindle them to an Eternal flame Sic Vita LIke to the falling of a Starre Or as the flights of Eagles are Or like the fresh springs gawdy hew Or silver drops of morning dew Or like a wind that chafes the-flood Or bubbles which on water stood Even such is man whose borrow'd light Is streight call'd in and paid to night The Wind blowes out the Bubble dies The Spring entomb'd in Autumn lies The Dew dries up the Starre is shot The Flight is past and Man forgot My Midnight Meditation ILL busi'd man why should'st thou take such care To lengthen out thy lifes short Kalendar When e'ry spectacle thou lookst upon Presents and acts thy execution Each drooping season and each flower doth cry Fool as I fade and wither thou must dy The beating of thy pulse when thou art well Is just the tolling of thy Passing Bell Night is thy Hearse whose sable Canopie Covers a like deceased day and thee And all those weeping dewes which nightly fall Are but the tears shed for thy funerall A Penitential Hyâ—â—ne HEarken O God unto a Wretches cryes Who low dejected at thy footstool lies Let not the clamour of my heinous sin Drown my requests which strive to enter in At those bright gates which alwaies open stand To such as beg remission at thy hand Too well I know if thou in rigour deal I can nor pardon ask nor yet appeal To my hoarse voice heaven will no audience grant But deaf as brass and hard as adamant Beat back my words therefore I bring to thee A gracious Advocate to plead for me What though my leprous soul no Jordan can Recure nor flouds of the lav'd Ocean Make clean yet from my Saviours bleeding side Two large and medicinable rivers glide Lord wash me where those streams of life abound And new Bâ—thesdaâ—s flow from ev'ry wound If I this precious Lather may obtain I shall not then despair for any stain I need no Gileads balm nor oyl nor shall I for the purifying Hyssop call My spots will vanish in His purple flood And Crimson there turn white though washt with blood See Lord with broken heart and bended knee How I address my humble suit to Thee O give that suit admittance to thy ears Which floats to thee not in my words but tears And let my sinful soul this mercy crave Before I fall into the silent grave AN ELEGY Occasioned by sickness VVEll did the Prophet ask Lord what is man Implying by the question none can But God resolve the doubt much less define What Elements this child of dust combine Man is a stranger to himself and knowes Nothing so naturally as his woes He loves to travel countreys and confer The sides of Heavens vast Diameter Delights to sit in Nile or Boetis lap Before he hath sayl'd over his own Map By which means he returnes his travel spent Less knowing of himself then when he went Who knowledge hunt kept under forrein locks May bring home wit to hold a Paradox Yet be fools still Therefore might I advise I would inform the soul before the eyes Make man into his proper Opticks look And so become the student and the book With his conception his first leaf begin What is he there but complicated sin When riper time and the approaching birth Ranks him among the creatures of the earth His wailing mother sends him forth to greet The light wrapt in a bloudy winding sheet As if he came into the world to crave No place to dwell in but bespeak a grave Thus like a red and tempest-boading morn His dawning is for being newly born He hayles th' ensuing storm with shrieks and cryes And fines for his admission with wet eyes How should that Plant whose leaf is