And lets us know, when women scorn, it is The wilder nymphs love's power could not command And flying Daphne's caught, amazed vow "Tis not by force of arms this feat is done, As Orpheus us'd, when he made fiends obey. J. NEEDLER, HOSP. GRAYENSIS. SIR, TO HIS NOBLE FRIEND, MR. RICHARD LOVELACE, UPON HIS POEMS. OUR times are much degenerate from those Which your sweet muse, which your fair fortune chose, And as complexions alter with the climes, Our wits have drawn th' infection of our times. That candid age no other way could tell To be ingenious, but by speaking well. Who best could praise, had then the greatest praise, 'Twas more esteemed to give, than wear the baize: Modest ambition studied only then, He highest builds, who with most art destroys, On the fair blossom of each growing wit. The air's already tainted with the swarms Till when in vain they have thee all perus'd, But when the beauteous ladies came to know That their dear Lovelace was endanger'd so: Lovelace, that thaw'd the most congealed breast, He who lov'd best and them defended best; Whose hand so rudely grasps the steely brand, (She knew what pain 'twould be to lose that sight.) O no, mistake not, I replied, for I In your defence or in his cause would die. Above their envy or mine aid doth climb. Him, valian'st men, and fairest nymphs approve, His book in them finds judgment, with you love. ANDR. MARVELL. ΤΟ COLONEL RICHARD LOVELACE, ON THE PUBLISHING OF HIS INGENIOUS POEMS. If the desire of glory speak a mind More nobly, operative, and more refin'd, What vast soul moves thee? Or what hero's spirit (Kept in'ts traduction pure) dost thou inherit, That not contented with one single fame, Was't not enough for us to know how far Which having gained his due station may To rescue them from night and make them known. Such art thou to thyself: while others dream Strong flatt'ries on a feign'd or borrow'd theme, Thou shalt remain in thine own lustre bright, And add unto't Lucasta's chaster light. For none so fit to sing great things as he JO. HALL. The following is Aubrey's Account of Lovelace, which has been printed by Mr. Bliss, in his new edition of the Athena Oxoniensis, Vol. iii. "Richard Lovelace, Esq. obiit in a cellar, in Long Acre, a little before the restoration of his Matie, Mr. Edm. Wyld, &c. had made collections for him, and given him money. He was of , in Kent, 500l. or more. He was an extraordinary handsome man, but prowd. He wrote a poem called Lucasta, 8vo., 1649. He was of Gloucester Hall, as I have been told. He had two yonger brothers, viz. Col. Fr. L., and another that died at Carmarthen. Geo. Petty, haberdasher, in Fleet Street, carried xx. to him every Munday morning, from Sir Many and Charles Cotton, Esq. for months, but was never repayd." Mr. Bliss found Bp. Percy's proposed alteration of GODS to BIRDS in the Song to Althea, already adopted in an old MS. copy of that poem. |