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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Genius Of Mr. John Hall. On His Exact Translation Of Hierocles His Comment Upon The Golden Verses Of Pythagoras.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Tis not from cheap thanks thinly to repay<br>Th' immortal grove of thy fair-order'd bay<br>Thou planted'st round my humble fane, that I<br>Stick on thy hearse this sprig of Elegie:<br>Nor that your soul so fast was link'd in me,<br>That now I've both, since't has forsaken thee:<br>That thus I stand a Swisse before thy gate,<br>And dare, for such another, time and fate.<br>Alas! our faiths made different essays,<br>Our Minds and Merits brake two several ways;<br>Justice commands I wake thy learned dust,<br>And truth, in whom all causes center must.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Behold! when but a youth, thou fierce didst whip<br>Upright the crooked age, and gilt vice strip;<br>A senator praetext, that knew'st to sway<br>The fasces, yet under the ferula;<br>Rank'd with the sage, ere blossome did thy chin,<br>Sleeked without, and hair all ore within,<br>Who in the school could'st argue as in schools:<br>Thy lessons were ev'n academie rules.<br>So that fair Cam saw thee matriculate,<br>At once a tyro and a graduate.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> At nineteen, what ESSAYES have we beheld!<br>That well might have the book of Dogmas swell'd;<br>Tough Paradoxes, such as Tully's, thou<br>Didst heat thee with, when snowy was thy brow,<br>When thy undown'd face mov'd the Nine to shake,<br>And of the Muses did a decad make.<br>What shall I say? by what allusion bold?<br>NONE BUT THE SUN WAS ERE SO YOUNG AND OLD.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Young reverend shade, ascend awhile! whilst we<br>Now celebrate this posthume victorie,<br>This victory, that doth contract in death<br>Ev'n all the pow'rs and labours of thy breath.<br>Like the Judean Hero, in thy fall<br>Thou pull'st the house of learning on us all.<br>And as that soldier conquest doubted not,<br>Who but one splinter had of Castriot,<br>But would assault ev'n death so strongly charmd,<br>And naked oppose rocks, with his bone arm'd;<br>So we, secure in this fair relique, stand<br>The slings and darts shot by each profane hand.<br>These soveraign leaves thou left'st us are become<br>Sear clothes against all Times infection.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Sacred Hierocles, whose heav'nly thought<br>First acted ore this comment, ere it wrote,<br>Thou hast so spirited, elixir'd, we<br>Conceive there is a noble alchymie,<br>That's turning of this gold to something more<br>Pretious than gold, we never knew before.<br>Who now shall doubt the metempsychosis<br>Of the great Author, that shall peruse this?<br>Let others dream thy shadow wandering strays<br>In th' Elizian mazes hid with bays;<br>Or that, snatcht up in th' upper region,<br>'Tis kindled there a constellation;<br>I have inform'd me, and declare with ease<br>THY SOUL IS FLED INTO HIEROCLES.</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=Richard+Lovelace">Richard Lovelace</a></strong></div>