That trac't the stars, 'spite of report, And durst be good, though chidden for't: Th' impatient pow'rs snatch it agen. Of1 which the clearer was not knowne, Such an everlasting grace, Such a beatifick face, Incloysters here this narrow floore, That possest all hearts before. Blest and bewayl'd in death and birth! The smiles and teares of heav'n and earth! Virgins at each step are afeard, Filmer is shot by which they steer'd, 1 Original reads for. Thus, although this marble must, And though you finde this faire-built tombe Yet her saint-like name shall shine A living glory to this shrine, When all but very vertue's dead.1 TO MY WORTHY FRIEND MR. PETER LILLY: 2 ON THAT EXCELLENT PICTURE OF HIS MAJESTY AND THE DUKE OF YORKE, DRAWNE BY HIM AT HAMPTON-COURT. EE! what a clouded majesty, and eyes Whose glory through their mist doth brighter rise! See! what an humble bravery doth shine, And griefe triumphant breaking through each line, "Which ensuing times shall warble, When 'tis lost, that's writ in marble." WITHER'S Fair Virtue, the Mistress of Philarete, 1622. Headley (Select Beauties, ed. 1810, ii. p. 42) has remarked the similarity between these lines and some in Collins' Dirge in Cymbeline: "Belov'd till life can charm no more; And mourn'd till pity's self be dead." 2 Mr., afterwards Sir Peter, Lely. He was frequently called Lilly, or Lilley, by his contemporaries, and Lilley is Pepys' How it commands the face! so sweet a scorne So sacred a contempt, that others show To this, (oth' height of all the wheele) below, Whilst the true eaglet this quick luster spies, And by his sun's enlightens his owne eyes; He cures1 his cares, his burthen feeles, then streight Joyes that so lightly he can beare such weight; Whilst either eithers passion doth borrow, And both doe grieve the same victorious sorrow. These, my best Lilly, with so bold a spirit And soft a grace, as if thou didst inherit For that time all their greatnesse, and didst draw With those brave eyes your royal sitters saw. Not as of old, when a rough hand did speake A strong aspect, and a faire face, a weake; spelling. "At Lord Northumberland's, at Sion, is a remarkable picture of King Charles I, holding a letter directed 'au roi monseigneur,' and the Duke of York, æt. 14, presenting a penknife to him to cut the strings. It was drawn at HamptonCourt, when the King was last there, by Mr. Lely, who was earnestly recommended to him. I should have taken it for the hand of Fuller or Dobson. It is certainly very unlike Sir Peter's latter manner, and is stronger than his former. The King has none of the melancholy grace which Vandyck alone, of all his painters, always gave him. It has a sterner countenance, and expressive of the tempests he had experienced."WALPOLE'S Anecdotes of Painting in England, ed. 1862, p. 443-4. 'Original reads cares. When only a black beard cried villaine, and THE LADY A. L.1 MY ASYLUM IN A GREAT EXTREMITY. ITH that delight the Royal captiv's brought Before the throne, to breath his farewell thought, To tel his last tale, and so end with it, Which gladly he esteemes a benefit ; When the brave victor, at his great soule dumbe, Findes something there fate cannot overcome, Cals the chain'd prince, and by his glory led, First reaches him his crowne, and then his head; Who ne're 'til now thinks himself slave and poor; For though nought else, he had himselfe before. i. e. Anne, Lady Lovelace, the poet's kinswoman, who seems to have assisted him in some emergency, unknown to us except through the present lines. 2 Caractacus (?). He With such a joy came I to heare my dombe, Where I, thus wound out of th' immense abysse, Let me leape in againe! and by that fall To crush her and her goodnesse at one blowe? Would make friends grieve, and furies weep to see. Now, ye sage spirits, which infuse in men The mythology of Greece assigned to each wind a separate cave, in which it was supposed to await the commands of its sovereign Æolus, or Eolos. It is to this myth that Lovelace alludes. |