The sweetnes, mercy, majesty, When I shall voyce aloud, how good Know no such liberty. IV. Stone walls doe not a prison make, SONNET. TO GENERALL GORING,1 AFTER THE PACIFICATION AT BERWICKE. A LA CHABOT.2 OW the I. peace is made at the foes rate,3 Whilst men of armes to kettles their old helmes translate, And drinke in caskes of honourable plate. 1 Particulars of this celebrated man, afterward created Earl of Norwich, may be found in Eachard's History, Rushworth's Collections, Whitelocke's Memoirs, Collins' Peerage by Brydges, Pepys' Diary (i. 150, ed. 1858), and Peck's Desiderata Curiosa, (ed. 1779, ii. 479). Whitelocke speaks very highly of his military character. In a poem called The Gallants of the Times, printed in "Wit Restored," 1658, there is the following passage: "A great burgandine for Will Murray's sake George Symonds, he vows the first course to take: Who took the bear by the nose immediately; To see them so forward Hugh Pollard did smile, And held up his head that George Goring might see, Who then cryed aloud, To mee, boys, to mee!" See, also, The Answer : 66 George, Generall of Guenefrieds, He is a joviall lad, Though his heart and fortunes disagree Oft times to make him sad." Consult Davenant's Works, 1673, p. 247, and Fragmenta Au In ev'ry hand [let] a cup be found, That from all hearts a health may sound II. He whose glories shine so brave and high, That captive they in triumph leade each eare and eye, Claiming uncombated the victorie, And from the earth to heav'n rebound, Fixt there eternall as this round: To Goring! to Goring! see him crown'd. III. To his lovely bride, in love with scars, Whose eyes wound deepe in peace, as doth his sword in wars; They shortly must depose the Queen of Stars: Her cheekes the morning blushes give, To Lettice! to Lettice! let her live. lica, 1662, pp. 47, 54. Lord Goring died Jan. 6, 1663 (Smyth's Obituary, p. 57; Camden Soc.). 2 A la Chabot was a French dance tune, christened after the admiral of that name, in the same manner as a la Bourbon, mentioned elsewhere in LUCASTA, derived its title from another celebrated person. Those who have any acquaintance with the history of early English music need not to be informed that it was formerly the practice of our own composers to seek the patronage of the gentlemen and ladies about the Court for their works, and to identify their names with them. Thus we have My Lady Carey's Dumpe," &c. &c. 66 3 Expense. IV. Give me scorching heat, thy heat, dry Sun, That to this payre I may drinke off an ocean: Yet leave my grateful thirst unquensht, undone; Or a full bowle of heav'nly wine, In which dissolved stars should shine, To the couple! to the couple! th' are divine. SIR THOMAS WORTLEY'S SONNET ANSWERED. [THE SONNET. I. O more Thou little winged archer, now no more Thou maist pretend within my breast to bide, Since cruell Death of dearest Lyndamore Hath me depriv'd, I bid adieu to love, and all the world beside. II. Go, go; Lay by thy quiver and unbend thy bow Poore sillie foe, Thou spend'st thy shafts but at my breast in vain, Since Death My heart hath with a fatall icie deart Thou canst not ever hope to warme her wound, THE ANSWER. I. GAINE, Thou witty cruell wanton, now againe, Through ev'ry veine, Hurle all your lightning, and strike ev'ry dart, Againe, Before I feele this pleasing, pleasing paine. I have no heart, Nor can I live but sweetly murder'd with So deare, so deare a smart. II. Then flye, And kindle all your torches at her eye, To make me dye Her martyr, and put on my roabe of flame: So I, Advanced on my blazing wings on high, In death became Inthroan'd a starre, and ornament unto Her glorious, glorious name. |