SIR EDWARD SHERBURNE. TO THE ETERNAL WISDOM. O THOU eternal Mind! whose wisdom sees, O whilst for wealthy spoils these fight, let me, ON THE INNOCENTS SLAIN BY HEROD. Go, blessed innocents! and freely pour Nor of original pollution fear The stains should to your bloods adhere; For yours now shed, ere long shall in a flood Be wash'd of better blood. EPIGRAM, ON MARY MAGDALEN WASHING THE FEET OF CHRIST. THE proud Egyptian queen her Roman guest (To express her love-in height of state and pleasure) With pearl dissolv'd in gold did feast Both food and treasure. And now, dear Lord! thy lover, on the fair CONSCIENCE. INTERNAL Cerberus! whose griping fangs, Thou greedy vulture! that dost gorging tire sin! The voice of God in man! which, without rest, "AND THEY LAID HIM IN A MANGER." HAPPY crib that wert alone, To my God-bed, cradle, throne! He whose hands the heavens display'd, Of all ornaments despoil'd! Perfumes bathe him not new-born; Nor do the rich roofs look bright U Thy Sire's equallizing state, And thy sceptre that rules fate? THE FOUNTAIN. STRANGER, whoe'er thou art, that stoop'st to taste These sweeter streams, let me arrest thy haste; Nor of their fall The murmurs (though the lyre Less sweet be) stand to admire: See from this marble tun The liquid crystal run, And mark withal How fix'd the one abides, How fast the other glides; Instructed thus, the difference learn to see "Twixt mortal life and immortality. ABRAHAM COWLEY. BORN 1618; DIED 1667. COWLEY is commonly cited as having carried to their highest point the peculiarities of that class of poets-disciples of the school of Petrarch-who sought to be remarkable rather for refinement than good sense, and made the expression of natural feeling secondary to the sparkling of elaborate wit, and the windings of perplexed ingenuity. His native powers were, notwithstanding, such as to afford his works a fair chance of regaining, from time to time, among the fluctuations of the public taste, a considerable share of their great original popularity. If, as has been asserted, Cowley's genius was " a meteor," it at least shone with an intense light; nor will its reflection wholly pass away from the poetical heavens. He had a vivid imagination, a clear intellect, and a rich command of language. His prose essays are, perhaps, the most valuable of what he gave to the world; and the least esteemed are his dramas. Cowley was distinguished by a love of virtue; and a disposition to those retired and meditative habits which are favourable to piety and the acquisition of truth, appears conspicuous in his writings. |