37 30 20 of M Bindery し下41に FOR if that learning's rooms to learned men All this disordered thrust would cease. For when The fit were called, the unworthy frustrated, These would be shamed to seek, those to be unsought Then would our drooping academies, brought Caring not to become profound, but seem Which for a slight reward enough they deem, Seeing shorter ways lead sooner to their end, And others' longer travels thrive so ill. Then would they only labour to extend Their now unsearching spirit beyond these bounds 260700 vi Discovering daily more and more about That these more curious times they might divorce Of our disable and unactive force; To shew true knowledge can both speak and do: That their experience may not come behind [GO now with some daring drug Only a costlier disease. Go, poor man, think what shall be Remedy against thy remedy. That which makes us have no need Of physic, that's physic indeed.] Hark hither, reader, wouldst thou see > vii A well-cloth'd soul, that's not opprest A thin aerial vail is drawn, A soul, whose intellectual beams No mists do mask, no lazy steams? A happy soul, that all the way To heav'n rides in a summer's day? Wouldst see a man whose well-warm'd blood A man, whose tuned humours be Wouldst see blithe looks, fresh cheeks beguile Wouldst see a nest of roses grow In sum, wouldst see a man that can Whose latest and most leaden hours Fall with soft wings, stuck with soft flowers: And when life's sweet fable ends, His soul and body part like friends: No quarrels, murmurs, no delay; A kiss, a sigh, and so away? This rare one, reader, wouldst thou see? Hark hither, and thyself be he. RICHARD CRASHAW, In praise of Lessius. HOW'S this? A book for Temperance? that first page Expects some new invention to devour Estates at mouthfuls, swallow in an hour What was not scraped in years: had ye but hit viii But what (alas!) must moderate Temperance,-she- Turn such voluptuous Epicures? No; now In print t'our shame, how we're intemperate grown. J. JACKSON, to the translator of Lessius. METHINKS I could be intemperate in thy praise, BARNABAS OLEY, to the same. |