Oh, then accept the all that left me is, Devout oblations of a sacred wish! When she walks forth, ye perfum'd wings oth' East, Fan her, 'til with the Sun she hastes to th' West, And when her heav'nly course calles up the day, And breakes as bright, descend, some glistering ray, To circle her, and her as glistering haire, That all may say a living saint shines there. When we in characters of fire shall reade, How cleere she was alive, how spotless, dead. All you that are a kinne to piety: For onely you can her close mourners be, Draw neer, and make of hallowed teares a dearth: If this be to be thankful, I'v a heart A very common form of vile among early writers. Which when perhaps she shal be heard to tell, And then woo others from the same offence; So that, when as my future daring bayes 1 This reads like a parody on the fourth Eclogue of Virgil. The early English poets were rather partial to the introduction of miniature-pictures of the Golden Age on similar occasions to the present. Thus Carew, in his poem To Saxham, says:— "The Pheasant, Partridge, and the Lark Flew to thy house, as to the Ark. The willing Oxe of himself came Home to the slaughter with the Lamb. And every beast did thither bring Himself, to be an offering." CAREW'S Poems, 1651, p. 34. 2 Vice. 3 We should read themselves. Where, then, thou bold instinct, shal I begin Or wilt I fling all at her feet I have: Fond thought, in this thou teachest me to give A LADY WITH A FALCON ON HER FIST. TO THE HONOURABLE MY COUSIN A[NNE] LOVELACE.] I. HIS Queen of Prey (now prey to you), In silver chaines and silken clue, Hath now made full thy victory: II. The swelling admirall of the dread Cold deepe, burnt in thy flames, oh faire! Wast not enough, but thou must lead Bound, too, the Princesse of the aire? III. Unarm'd of wings and scaly oare, To what heav'n fly'st? div'st to what shoare, IV. Ascend the chariot of the Sun From her bright pow'r to shelter thee: Her captive (foole) outgases him; Ah, what lost wretches then are we ! V. Now, proud usurpers on the right dombe; Of sacred beauty, heare your Recant your sex, your mastry, might; Lower you cannot be or'ecome : VI. Repent, ye er'e nam'd he or head, A PROLOGUE TO THE SCHOLARS. A COMEDY PRESENTED AT THE WHITE FRYERS.1 GENTLEMAN, to give us somewhat new, you; Pray be not frighted-Tho the scene and The Universities, the wit's the town's; Wishing all those that lov'd 'em here asleepe, You'd smile to see, how he do's vex and shake, Speakes naught; but, if the prologue do's but take, Or the first act were past the pikes once, thenThen hopes and joys, then frowns and fears agen, Then blushes like a virgin, now to be Rob'd of his comicall virginity This was the theatre in Salisbury Court. See Collier, H. E. D. P. iii. 289, and Halliwell's Dictionary of Old Plays, art. SCHOLAR. From the terms of the epilogue it seems to have been a piece occupying two hours in the performance. Judging, I presume, from the opening lines, Mr. Halliwell supposes it to have been originally acted at Gloucester Hall. Probably Mr. Halliwell is right. |