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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Upon Appleton House, to My Lord Fairfax</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Within this sober Frame expect<br>Work of no Forrain Architect;<br>That unto Caves the Quarries drew,<br>And Forrests did to Pastures hew;<br>Who of his great Design in pain<br>Did for a Model vault his Brain,<br>Whose Columnes should so high be rais'd<br>To arch the Brows that on them gaz'd.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Why should of all things Man unrul'd<br>Such unproportion'd dwellings build?<br>The Beasts are by their Denns exprest:<br>And Birds contrive an equal Nest;<br>The low roof'd Tortoises do dwell<br>In cases fit of Tortoise-shell:<br>No Creature loves an empty space;<br>Their Bodies measure out their Place.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But He, superfluously spread,<br>Demands more room alive then dead.<br>And in his hollow Palace goes<br>Where Winds as he themselves may lose.<br>What need of all this Marble Crust<br>T'impark the wanton Mose of Dust,<br>That thinks by Breadth the World t'unite<br>Though the first Builders fail'd in Height?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But all things are composed here<br>Like Nature, orderly and near:<br>In which we the Dimensions find<br>Of that more sober Age and Mind,<br>When larger sized Men did stoop<br>To enter at a narrow loop;<br>As practising, in doors so strait,<br>To strain themselves through Heavens Gate.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And surely when the after Age<br>Shall hither come in Pilgrimage,<br>These sacred Places to adore,<br>By Vere and Fairfax trod before,<br>Men will dispute how their Extent<br>Within such dwarfish Confines went:<br>And some will smile at this, as well<br>As Romulus his Bee-like Cell.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Humility alone designs<br>Those short but admirable Lines,<br>By which, ungirt and unconstrain'd,<br>Things greater are in less contain'd.<br>Let others vainly strive t'immure<br>The Circle in the Quadrature!<br>These holy Mathematics can<br>In ev'ry Figure equal Man.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet thus the laden House does sweat,<br>And scarce indures the Master great:<br>But where he comes the swelling Hall<br>Stirs, and the Square grows Spherical;<br>More by his Magnitude distrest,<br>Then he is by its straitness prest:<br>And too officiously it slights<br>That in it self which him delights.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So Honour better Lowness bears,<br>Then That unwonted Greatness wears<br>Height with a certain Grace does bend,<br>But low Things clownishly ascend.<br>And yet what needs there here Excuse,<br>Where ev'ry Thing does answer Use?<br>Where neatness nothing can condemn,<br>Nor Pride invent what to contemn?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A Stately Frontispice Of Poor<br>Adorns without the open Door:<br>Nor less the Rooms within commends<br>Daily new Furniture Of Friends.<br>The House was built upon the Place<br>Only as for a Mark Of Grace;<br>And for an Inn to entertain<br>Its Lord a while, but not remain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Him Bishops-Hill, or Denton may,<br>Or Bilbrough, better hold then they:<br>But Nature here hath been so free<br>As if she said leave this to me.<br>Art would more neatly have defac'd<br>What she had laid so sweetly wast;<br>In fragrant Gardens, shaddy Woods,<br>Deep Meadows, and transparent Floods.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">While with slow Eyes we these survey,<br>And on each pleasant footstep stay,<br>We opportunly may relate<br>The progress of this Houses Fate.<br>A Nunnery first gave it birth.<br>For Virgin Buildings oft brought forth.<br>And all that Neighbour-Ruine shows<br>The Quarries whence this dwelling rose.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Near to this gloomy Cloysters Gates<br>There dwelt the blooming Virgin Thwates,<br>Fair beyond Measure, and an Heir<br>Which might Deformity make fair.<br>And oft She spent the Summer Suns<br>Discoursing with the Suttle Nuns.<br>Whence in these Words one to her weav'd,<br>(As 'twere by Chance) Thoughts long conceiv'd.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Within this holy leisure we<br>"Live innocently as you see.<br>"these Walls restrain the World without,<br>"But hedge our Liberty about.<br>"These Bars inclose the wider Den<br>"Of those wild Creatures, called Men.<br>"The Cloyster outward shuts its Gates,<br>"And, from us, locks on them the Grates.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Here we, in shining Armour white,<br>"Like Virgin Amazons do fight.<br>"And our chast Lamps we hourly trim,<br>"Lest the great Bridegroom find them dim.<br>"Our Orient Breaths perfumed are<br>"With insense of incessant Pray'r.<br>"And Holy-water of our Tears<br>"Most strangly our complexion clears.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Not Tears of Grief; but such as those<br>"With which calm Pleasure overflows;<br>"Or Pity, when we look on you<br>"That live without this happy Vow.<br>"How should we grieve that must be seen<br>"Each one a Spouse, and each a Queen;<br>"And can in Heaven hence behold<br>"Our brighter Robes and Crowns of Gold?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"When we have prayed all our Beads,<br>"Some One the holy Legend reads;<br>"While all the rest with Needles paint<br>"The Face and Graces of the Saint.<br>"But what the Linnen can't receive<br>"They in their Lives do interweave<br>"This work the Saints best represents;<br>"That serves for Altar's Ornaments.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"But much it to our work would add<br>"If here your hand, your Face we had:<br>"By it we would our Lady touch;<br>"Yet thus She you resembles much.<br>"Some of your Features, as we sow'd,<br>"Through ev'ry Shrine should be bestow'd.<br>"And in one Beauty we would take<br>"Enough a thousand Saints to make.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"And (for I dare not quench the Fire<br>"That me does for your good inspire)<br>"'Twere Sacriledge a Mant t'admit<br>"To holy things, for Heaven fit.<br>"I see the Angels in a Crown<br>"On you the Lillies show'ring down:<br>"And round about you Glory breaks,<br>"That something more then humane speaks.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"All Beauty, when at such a height,<br>"Is so already consecrate.<br>"Fairfax I know; and long ere this<br>"Have mark'd the Youth, and what he is.<br>"But can he such a Rival seem<br>"For whom you Heav'n should disesteem?<br>"Ah, no! and 'twould more Honour prove<br>"He your Devoto were, then Love.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Here live beloved, and obey'd:<br>Each one your Sister, each your Maid.<br>"And, if our Rule seem strictly pend,<br>"The Rule it self to you shall bend.<br>"Our Abbess too, now far in Age,<br>"Doth your succession near presage.<br>"How soft the yoke on us would lye,<br>"Might such fair Hands as yours it tye!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Your voice, the sweetest of the Quire,<br>"Shall draw Heav'n nearer, raise us higher.<br>"And your Example, if our Head,<br>"Will soon us to perfection lead.<br>"Those Virtues to us all so dear,<br>"Will straight grow Sanctity when here:<br>"And that, once sprung, increase so fast<br>"Till Miracles it work at last.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Nor is our Order yet so nice,<br>"Delight to banish as a Vice.<br>"Here Pleasure Piety doth meet;<br>"One perfecting the other Sweet.<br>"So through the mortal fruit we boyl<br>"The Sugars uncorrupting Oyl:<br>"And that which perisht while we pull,<br>"Is thus preserved clear and full.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"For such indeed are all our Arts;<br>"Still handling Natures finest Parts.<br>"Flow'rs dress the Altars; for the Clothes,<br>"The Sea-born Amber we compose;<br>"Balms for the griv'd we draw; and pasts<br>"We mold, as Baits for curious tasts.<br>"What need is here of Man? unless<br>"These as sweet Sins we should confess.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Each Night among us to your side<br>"Appoint a fresh and Virgin Bride;<br>"Whom if Our Lord at midnight find,<br>"Yet Neither should be left behind.<br>"Where you may lye as chast in Bed,<br>"As Pearls together billeted.<br>"All Night embracing Arm in Arm,<br>"Like Chrystal pure with Cotton warm.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"But what is this to all the store<br>"Of Joys you see, and may make more!<br>"Try but a while, if you be wise:<br>"The Tryal neither Costs, nor Tyes.<br>Now Fairfax seek her promis'd faith:<br>Religion that dispensed hath;<br>Which She hence forward does begin;<br>The Nuns smooth Tongue has suckt her in.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oft, though he knew it was in vain,<br>Yet would he valiantly complain.<br>"Is this that Sanctity so great,<br>"An Art by which you finly'r cheat<br>"Hypocrite Witches, hence Avant,<br>"Who though in prison yet inchant!<br>"Death only can such Theeves make fast,<br>"As rob though in the Dungeon cast.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"Were there but, when this House was made,<br>"One Stone that a just Hand had laid,<br>"It must have fall'n upon her Head<br>"Who first Thee from thy Faith misled.<br>"And yet, how well soever ment,<br>"With them 'twould soon grow fraudulent<br>"For like themselves they alter all,<br>"And vice infects the very Wall.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">"But sure those Buildings last not long,<br>"Founded by Folly, kept by Wrong.<br>"I know what Fruit their Gardens yield,<br>"When they it think by Night conceal'd.<br>"Fly from their Vices. 'Tis thy state,<br>"Not Thee, that they would consecrate.<br>"Fly from their Ruine. How I fear<br>"Though guiltless lest thou perish there.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What should he do? He would respect<br>Religion, but not Right neglect:<br>For first Religion taught him Right,<br>And dazled not but clear'd his sight.<br>Sometimes resolv'd his Sword he draws,<br>But reverenceth then the Laws:<br>"For Justice still that Courage led;<br>First from a Judge, then Souldier bred.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Small Honour would be in the Storm.<br>The Court him grants the lawful Form;<br>Which licens'd either Peace or Force,<br>To hinder the unjust Divorce.<br>Yet still the Nuns his Right debar'd,<br>Standing upon their holy Guard.<br>Ill-counsell'd Women, do you know<br>Whom you resist, or what you do?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Is not this he whose Offspring fierce<br>Shall fight through all the Universe;<br>And with successive Valour try<br>France, Poland, either Germany;<br>Till one, as long since prophecy'd,<br>His Horse through conquer'd Britain ride?<br>Yet, against Fate, his Spouse they kept;<br>And the great Race would intercept.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Some to the Breach against their Foes<br>Their Wooden Saints in vain oppose<br>Another bolder stands at push<br>With their old Holy-Water Brush.<br>While the disjointed Abbess threads<br>The gingling Chain-shot of her Beads.<br>But their lowd'st Cannon were their Lungs;<br>And sharpest Weapons were their Tongues.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But, waving these aside like Flyes,<br>Young Fairfax through the Wall does rise.<br>Then th' unfrequented Vault appear'd,<br>And superstitions vainly fear'd.<br>The Relicks False were set to view;<br>Only the Jewels there were true.<br>But truly bright and holy Thwaites<br>That weeping at the Altar waites.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But the glad Youth away her bears,<br>And to the Nuns bequeaths her Tears:<br>Who guiltily their Prize bemoan,<br>Like Gipsies that a Child hath stoln.<br>Thenceforth (as when th' Inchantment ends<br>The Castle vanishes or rends)<br>The wasting Cloister with the rest<br>Was in one instant dispossest.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At the demolishing, this Seat<br>To Fairfax fell as by Escheat.<br>And what both Nuns and Founders will'd<br>'Tis likely better thus fulfill'd,<br>For if the Virgin prov'd not theirs,<br>The Cloyster yet remained hers.<br>Though many a Nun there made her vow,<br>'Twas no Religious-House till now.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">From that blest Bed the Heroe came,<br>Whom France and Poland yet does fame:<br>Who, when retired here to Peace,<br>His warlike Studies could not cease;<br>But laid these Gardens out in sport<br>In the just Figure of a Fort;<br>And with five Bastions it did fence,<br>As aiming one for ev'ry Sense.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When in the East the Morning Ray<br>Hangs out the Colours of the Day,<br>The Bee through these known Allies hums,<br>Beating the Dian with its Drumms.<br>Then Flow'rs their drowsie Eylids raise,<br>Their Silken Ensigns each displayes,<br>And dries its Pan yet dank with Dew,<br>And fills its Flask with Odours new.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">These, as their Governour goes by,<br>In fragrant Vollyes they let fly;<br>And to salute their Governess<br>Again as great a charge they press:<br>None for the Virgin Nymph; for She<br>Seems with the Flow'rs a Flow'r to be.<br>And think so still! though not compare<br>With Breath so sweet, or Cheek so faire.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Well shot ye Fireman! Oh how sweet,<br>And round your equal Fires do meet;<br>Whose shrill report no Ear can tell,<br>But Ecchoes to the Eye and smell.<br>See how the Flow'rs, as at Parade,<br>Under their Colours stand displaid:<br>Each Regiment in order grows,<br>That of the Tulip Pinke and Rose.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But when the vigilant Patroul<br>Of Stars walks round about the Pole,<br>Their Leaves, that to the stalks are curl'd,<br>Seem to their Staves the Ensigns furl'd.<br>Then in some Flow'rs beloved Hut<br>Each Bee as Sentinel is shut;<br>And sleeps so too: but, if once stir'd,<br>She runs you through, or askes The Word.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh Thou, that dear and happy Isle<br>The Garden of the World ere while,<br>Thou Paradise of four Seas,<br>Which Heaven planted us to please,<br>But, to exclude the World, did guard<br>With watry if not flaming Sword;<br>What luckless Apple did we tast,<br>To make us Mortal, and The Wast.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Unhappy! shall we never more<br>That sweet Milltia restore,<br>When Gardens only had their Towrs,<br>And all the Garrisons were Flow'rs,<br>When Roses only Arms might bear,<br>And Men did rosie Garlands wear?<br>Tulips, in several Colours barr'd,<br>Were then the Switzers of our Guard.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Gardiner had the Souldiers place,<br>And his more gentle Forts did trace.<br>The Nursery of all things green<br>Was then the only Magazeen.<br>The Winter Quarters were the Stoves,<br>Where he the tender Plants removes.<br>But War all this doth overgrow:<br>We Ord'nance Plant and Powder sow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And yet their walks one on the Sod<br>Who, had it pleased him and God,<br>Might once have made our Gardens spring<br>Fresh as his own and flourishing.<br>But he preferr'd to the Cinque Ports<br>These five imaginary Forts:<br>And, in those half-dry Trenches, spann'd<br>Pow'r which the Ocean might command.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For he did, with his utmost Skill,<br>Ambition weed, but Conscience till.<br>Conscience, that Heaven-nursed Plant,<br>Which most our Earthly Gardens want.<br>A prickling leaf it bears, and such<br>As that which shrinks at ev'ry touch;<br>But Flow'rs eternal, and divine,<br>That in the Crowns of Saints do shine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sight does from these Bastions ply,<br>Th' invisible Artilery;<br>And at proud Cawood Castle seems<br>To point the Battery of its Beams.<br>As if it quarrell'd in the Seat<br>Th' Ambition of its Prelate great.<br>But ore the Meads below it plays,<br>Or innocently seems to gaze.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And now to the Abbyss I pass<br>Of that unfathomable Grass,<br>Where Men like Grashoppers appear,<br>But Grashoppers are Gyants there:<br>They, in there squeking Laugh, contemn<br>Us as we walk more low then them:<br>And, from the Precipices tall<br>Of the green spir's, to us do call.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To see Men through this Meadow Dive,<br>We wonder how they rise alive.<br>As, under Water, none does know<br>Whether he fall through it or go.<br>But, as the Marriners that sound,<br>And show upon their Lead the Ground,<br>They bring up Flow'rs so to be seen,<br>And prove they've at the Bottom been.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No Scene that turns with Engines strange<br>Does oftner then these Meadows change,<br>For when the Sun the Grass hath vext,<br>The tawny Mowers enter next;<br>Who seem like Israaliies to be,<br>Walking on foot through a green Sea.<br>To them the Grassy Deeps divide,<br>And crowd a Lane to either Side.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With whistling Sithe, and Elbow strong,<br>These Massacre the Grass along:<br>While one, unknowing, carves the Rail,<br>Whose yet unfeather'd Quils her fail.<br>The Edge all bloody from its Breast<br>He draws, and does his stroke detest;<br>Fearing the Flesh untimely mow'd<br>To him a Fate as black forebode.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But bloody Thestylis, that waites<br>To bring the mowing Camp their Cates,<br>Greedy as Kites has trust it up,<br>And forthwith means on it to sup:<br>When on another quick She lights,<br>And cryes, he call'd us Israelites;<br>But now, to make his saying true,<br>Rails rain for Quails, for Manna Dew.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Unhappy Birds! what does it boot<br>To build below the Grasses Root;<br>When Lowness is unsafe as Hight,<br>And Chance o'retakes what scapeth spight?<br>And now your Orphan Parents Call<br>Sounds your untimely Funeral.<br>Death-Trumpets creak in such a Note,<br>And 'tis the Sourdine in their Throat.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Or sooner hatch or higher build:<br>The Mower now commands the Field;<br>In whose new Traverse seemeth wrought<br>A Camp of Battail newly fought:<br>Where, as the Meads with Hay, the Plain<br>Lyes quilted ore with Bodies slain:<br>The Women that with forks it filing,<br>Do represent the Pillaging.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And now the careless Victors play,<br>Dancing the Triumphs of the Hay;<br>Where every Mowers wholesome Heat<br>Smells like an Alexanders Sweat.<br>Their Females fragrant as the Mead<br>Which they in Fairy Circles tread:<br>When at their Dances End they kiss,<br>Their new-made Hay not sweeter is.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When after this 'tis pil'd in Cocks,<br>Like a calm Sea it shews the Rocks:<br>We wondring in the River near<br>How Boats among them safely steer.<br>Or, like the Desert Memphis Sand,<br>Short Pyramids of Hay do stand.<br>And such the Roman Camps do rise<br>In Hills for Soldiers Obsequies.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This Scene again withdrawing brings<br>A new and empty Face of things;<br>A levell'd space, as smooth and plain,<br>As Clothes for Lilly strecht to stain.<br>The World when first created sure<br>Was such a Table rase and pure.<br>Or rather such is the Toril<br>Ere the Bulls enter at Madril.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For to this naked equal Flat,<br>Which Levellers take Pattern at,<br>The Villagers in common chase<br>Their Cattle, which it closer rase;<br>And what below the Sith increast<br>Is pincht yet nearer by the Breast.<br>Such, in the painted World, appear'd<br>Davenant with th'Universal Heard.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They seem within the polisht Grass<br>A landskip drawen in Looking-Glass.<br>And shrunk in the huge Pasture show<br>As spots, so shap'd, on Faces do.<br>Such Fleas, ere they approach the Eye,<br>In Multiplyiug Glasses lye.<br>They feed so wide, so slowly move,<br>As Constellatious do above.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then, to conclude these pleasant Acts,<br>Denton sets ope its Cataracts;<br>And makes the Meadow truly be<br>(What it but seem'd before) a Sea.<br>For, jealous of its Lords long stay,<br>It try's t'invite him thus away.<br>The River in it self is drown'd,<br>And Isl's th' astonish Cattle round.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Let others tell the Paradox,<br>How Eels now bellow in the Ox;<br>How Horses at their Tails do kick,<br>Turn'd as they hang to Leeches quick;<br>How Boats can over Bridges sail;<br>And Fishes do the Stables scale.<br>How Salmons trespassing are found;<br>And Pikes are taken in the Pound.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But I, retiring from the Flood,<br>Take Sanctuary in the Wood;<br>And, while it lasts, my self imbark<br>In this yet green, yet growing Ark;<br>Where the first Carpenter might best<br>Fit Timber for his Keel have Prest.<br>And where all Creatures might have shares,<br>Although in Armies, not in Paires.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The double Wood of ancient Stocks<br>Link'd in so thick, an Union locks,<br>It like two Pedigrees appears,<br>On one hand Fairfax, th' other Veres:<br>Of whom though many fell in War,<br>Yet more to Heaven shooting are:<br>And, as they Natures Cradle deckt,<br>Will in green Age her Hearse expect.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When first the Eye this Forrest sees<br>It seems indeed as Wood not Trees:<br>As if their Neighbourhood so old<br>To one great Trunk them all did mold.<br>There the huge Bulk takes place, as ment<br>To thrust up a Fifth Element;<br>And stretches still so closely wedg'd<br>As if the Night within were hedg'd.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Dark all without it knits; within<br>It opens passable and thin;<br>And in as loose an order grows,<br>As the Corinthean Porticoes.<br>The Arching Boughs unite between<br>The Columnes of the Temple green;<br>And underneath the winged Quires<br>Echo about their tuned Fires.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Nightingale does here make choice<br>To sing the Tryals of her Voice.<br>Low Shrubs she sits in, and adorns<br>With Musick high the squatted Thorns.<br>But highest Oakes stoop down to hear,<br>And listning Elders prick the Ear.<br>The Thorn, lest it should hurt her, draws<br>Within the Skin its shrunken claws.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But I have for my Musick found<br>A Sadder, yet more pleasing Sound:<br>The Stock-doves whose fair necks are grac'd<br>With Nuptial Rings their Ensigns chast;<br>Yet always, for some Cause unknown,<br>Sad pair unto the Elms they moan.<br>O why should such a Couple mourn,<br>That in so equal Flames do burn!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then as I carless on the Bed<br>Of gelid Straw-berryes do tread,<br>And through the Hazles thick espy<br>The hatching Thrastles shining Eye,<br>The Heron from the Ashes top,<br>The eldest of its young lets drop,<br>As if it Stork-like did pretend<br>That Tribute to its Lord to send.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But most the Hewel's wonders are,<br>Who here has the Holt-felsters care.<br>He walks still upright from the Root,<br>Meas'ring the Timber with his Foot;<br>And all the way, to keep it clean,<br>Doth from the Bark the Wood-moths glean.<br>He, with his Beak, examines well<br>Which fit to stand and which to fell.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The good he numbers up, and hacks;<br>As if he mark'd them with the Ax.<br>But where he, tinkling with his Beak,<br>Does find the hollow Oak to speak,<br>That for his building he designs,<br>And through the tainted Side he mines.<br>Who could have thought the tallest Oak<br>Should fall by such a feeble Strok'!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Nor would it, had the Tree not fed<br>A Traitor-worm, within it bred.<br>(As first our Flesh corrupt within<br>Tempts impotent and bashful Sin.<br>And yet that Worm triumphs not long,<br>But serves to feed the Hewels young.<br>While the Oake seems to fall content,<br>Viewing the Treason's Punishment.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thus I, easie Philosopher,<br>Among the Birds and Trees confer:<br>And little now to make me, wants<br>Or of the Fowles, or of the Plants.<br>Give me but Wings as they, and I<br>Streight floting on the Air shall fly:<br>Or turn me but, and you shall see<br>I was but an inverted Tree.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Already I begin to call<br>In their most-learned Original:<br>And where I Language want,my Signs<br>The Bird upon the Bough divines;<br>And more attentive there doth sit<br>Then if She were with Lime-twigs knit.<br>No Leaf does tremble in the Wind<br>Which I returning cannot find.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Out of these scatter'd Sibyls Leaves<br>Strange Prophecies my Phancy weaves:<br>And in one History consumes,<br>Like Mexique Paintings, all the Plumes.<br>What Rome, Greece, Palestine, ere said<br>I in this light Mosaick read.<br>Thrice happy he who, not mistook,<br>Hath read in Natures mystick Book.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And see how Chance's better Wit<br>Could with a Mask my studies hit!<br>The Oak-Leaves me embroyder all,<br>Between which Caterpillars crawl:<br>And Ivy, with familiar trails,<br>Me licks, and clasps, and curles, and hales.<br>Under this antick Cope I move<br>Like some great Prelate of the Grove,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then, languishing with ease, I toss<br>On Pallets swoln of Velvet Moss;<br>While the Wind, cooling through the Boughs,<br>Flatters with Air my panting Brows.<br>Thanks for my Rest ye Mossy Banks,<br>And unto you cool Zephyr's Thanks,<br>Who, as my Hair, my Thoughts too shed,<br>And winnow from the Chaff my Head.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How safe, methinks, and strong, behind<br>These Trees have I incamp'd my Mind;<br>Where Beauty, aiming at the Heart,<br>Bends in some Tree its useless Dart;<br>And where the World no certain Shot<br>Can make, or me it toucheth not.<br>But I on it securely play,<br>And gaul its Horsemen all the Day.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Bind me ye Woodbines in your 'twines,<br>Curle me about ye gadding Vines,<br>And Oh so close your Circles lace,<br>That I may never leave this Place:<br>But, lest your Fetters prove too weak,<br>Ere I your Silken Bondage break,<br>Do you, O Brambles, chain me too,<br>And courteous Briars nail me though.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Here in the Morning tye my Chain,<br>Where the two Woods have made a Lane;<br>While, like a Guard on either side,<br>The Trees before their Lord divide;<br>This, like a long and equal Thread,<br>Betwixt two Labyrinths does lead.<br>But, where the Floods did lately drown,<br>There at the Ev'ning stake me down.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For now the Waves are fal'n and dry'd,<br>And now the Meadows fresher dy'd;<br>Whose Grass, with moister colour dasht,<br>Seems as green Silks but newly washt.<br>No Serpent new nor Crocodile<br>Remains behind our little Nile;<br>Unless it self you will mistake,<br>Among these Meads the only Snake.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">See in what wanton harmless folds<br>It ev'ry where the Meadow holds;<br>And its yet muddy back doth lick,<br>Till as a Chrystal Mirrour slick;<br>Where all things gaze themselves, and doubt<br>If they be in it or without.<br>And for his shade which therein shines,<br>Narcissus like, the Sun too pines.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh what a Pleasure 'tis to hedge<br>My Temples here with heavy sedge;<br>Abandoning my lazy Side,<br>Stretcht as a Bank unto the Tide;<br>Or to suspend my sliding Foot<br>On the Osiers undermined Root,<br>And in its Branches tough to hang,<br>While at my Lines the Fishes twang!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But now away my Hooks, my Quills,<br>And Angles, idle Utensils.<br>The Young Maria walks to night:<br>Hide trifling Youth thy Pleasures slight.<br>'Twere shame that such judicious Eyes<br>Should with such Toyes a Man surprize;<br>She that already is the Law<br>Of all her Sex, her Ages Aw.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">See how loose Nature, in respect<br>To her, it self doth recollect;<br>And every thing so whisht and fine,<br>Starts forth with to its Bonne Mine.<br>The Sun himself, of Her aware,<br>Seems to descend with greater Care,<br>And lest She see him go to Bed,<br>In blushing Clouds conceales his Head.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So when the Shadows laid asleep<br>From underneath these Banks do creep,<br>And on the River as it flows<br>With Eben Shuts begin to close;<br>The modest Halcyon comes in sight,<br>Flying betwixt the Day and Night;<br>And such an horror calm and dumb,<br>Admiring Nature does benum.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The viscous Air, wheres'ere She fly,<br>Follows and sucks her Azure dy;<br>The gellying Stream compacts below,<br>If it might fix her shadow so;<br>The Stupid Fishes hang, as plain<br>As Flies in Chrystal overt'ane,<br>And Men the silent Scene assist,<br>Charm'd with the saphir-winged Mist.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Maria such, and so doth hush<br>The World, and through the Ev'ning rush.<br>No new-born Comet such a Train<br>Draws through the Skie, nor Star new-slain.<br>For streight those giddy Rockets fail,<br>Which from the putrid Earth exhale,<br>But by her Flames, in Heaven try'd,<br>Nature is wholly Vitrifi'd.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Tis She that to these Gardens gave<br>That wondrous Beauty which they have;<br>She streightness on the Woods bestows;<br>To Her the Meadow sweetness owes;<br>Nothing could make the River be<br>So Chrystal-pure but only She;<br>She yet more Pure, Sweet, Streight, and Fair,<br>Then Gardens, Woods, Meads, Rivers are.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Therefore what first She on them spent,<br>They gratefully again present.<br>The Meadow Carpets where to tread;<br>The Garden Flow'rs to Crown Her Head;<br>And for a Glass the limpid Brook,<br>Where She may all her Beautyes look;<br>But, since She would not have them seen,<br>The Wood about her draws a Skreen.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For She, to higher Beauties rais'd,<br>Disdains to be for lesser prais'd.<br>She counts her Beauty to converse<br>In all the Languages as hers;<br>Not yet in those her self imployes<br>But for the Wisdome, not the Noyse;<br>Nor yet that Wisdome would affect,<br>But as 'tis Heavens Dialect.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Blest Nymph! that couldst so soon prevent<br>Those Trains by Youth against thee meant;<br>Tears (watry Shot that pierce the Mind;)<br>And Sighs (Loves Cannon charg'd with Wind;)<br>True Praise (That breaks through all defence;)<br>And feign'd complying Innocence;<br>But knowing where this Ambush lay,<br>She scap'd the safe, but roughest Way.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This 'tis to have been from the first<br>In a Domestick Heaven nurst,<br>Under the Discipline severe<br>Of Fairfax, and the starry Vere;<br>Where not one object can come nigh<br>But pure, and spotless as the Eye;<br>And Goodness doth it self intail<br>On Females, if there want a Male.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Go now fond Sex that on your Face<br>Do all your useless Study place,<br>Nor once at Vice your Brows dare knit<br>Lest the smooth Forehead wrinkled sit<br>Yet your own Face shall at you grin,<br>Thorough the Black-bag of your Skin;<br>When knowledge only could have fill'd<br>And Virtue all those Furows till'd.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hence She with Graces more divine<br>Supplies beyond her Sex the Line;<br>And, like a sprig of Misleto,<br>On the Fairfacian Oak does grow;<br>Whence, for some universal good,<br>The Priest shall cut the sacred Bud;<br>While her glad Parents most rejoice,<br>And make their Destiny their Choice.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mean time ye Fields, Springs, Bushes, Flow'rs,<br>Where yet She leads her studious Hours,<br>(Till Fate her worthily translates,<br>And find a Fairfax for our Thwaites)<br>Employ the means you have by Her,<br>And in your kind your selves preferr;<br>That, as all Virgins She preceds,<br>So you all Woods, Streams, Gardens, Meads.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For you Thessalian Tempe's Seat<br>Shall now be scorn'd as obsolete;<br>Aranjeuz, as less, disdain'd;<br>The Bel-Retiro as constrain'd;<br>But name not the Idalian Grove,<br>For 'twas the Seat of wanton Love;<br>Much less the Dead's Elysian Fields,<br>Yet nor to them your Beauty yields.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Tis not, what once it was, the World;<br>But a rude heap together hurl'd;<br>All negligently overthrown,<br>Gulfes, Deserts, Precipices, Stone.<br>Your lesser World contains the same.<br>But in more decent Order tame;<br>You Heaven's Center, Nature's Lap.<br>And Paradice's only Map.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344374" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But now the Salmon-Fishers moist<br>Their Leathern Boats begin to hoist;<br>And, like Antipodes in Shoes,<br>Have shod their Heads in their Canoos.<br>How Tortoise like, but not so slow,<br>These rational Amphibii go?<br>Let's in: for the dark Hemisphere<br>Does now like one of them appear.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Andrew+Marvell">Andrew Marvell</a></strong></div>

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