III. TO THE LORD FALKLAND. For his fafe Return from the Northern Expedition againft the ScoTS [k]. GR REAT is thy charge, O North; be wife England commits her Falkland to thy truft; All things that are but writ or printed there, [k] Against the Scots.] In 1639. Confequently the poet was then in his 21ft year. But the chief reafon for giving these verses to the Lord Falkland a place in the prefent collection, is, for the fake of perpetuating the memory of the author's entire friendship with that virtuous and accomplished nobleman a friendship contracted, as Dr. Sprat tells us, by the agreement of their learning and manners. It is remarkable, that we find no compliment addreffed by Mr. Cowley to the duke of Buckingham, or the earl of St. Albans. He fuppofed, without doubt, that he had done honour enough to those lords (fome will think, too much) in permitting them to be his patrons : Enough for half the greatest of those days "To 'fcape his cenfure, not expect his praise." POPE. Yet Yet juftle not, nor quarrel; but as well Yet neither croud nor mix confus'dly there; And this great prince of knowledge is by fate Pace dully on, oft tire, and often stay, 'Tis nature's fault, who did thus partial grow, Such is the man, whom we require the fame [1]-question a monopoly of wit?] As it had done many other monopolies. The allufion is not so far fetched, as it seems. He He is too good for war, and ought to be [m]-as from fear he's free.] Yet it was, in part, to vindicate himself from the imputation of this fear, that he always put himself in the way of danger, and, in the end, threw away his valuable life at the battle of Newbury, On H IV. On the Death of Mr. JORDAN, Second Master at Westminster-School. ERE lies the mafter of my tender years, The my The guardian of my parent's [n] hope and fears, He pluckt from youth the follies and the crimes, For deeds of age are in their causes then, And though he taught but boys, he made the men. And if a Mufe hereafter fmile on me, "Be thou a poet," men shall fee That none could a more grateful scholar have; For what I ow'd his life, I'll pay his grave [o]. [n]-my parent's] That is, of his mother's, under whofe difcipline he was bred; for he was born (Dr. Sprat tells us) after his father's death. [o] The rest of this poem [one of those which were written, as he says, when he was very young) is fuppreffed. V. On V. On the Death of Mr. WILLIAM HERVEY [p]. Immodicis brevis eft ætas, & rara fenectus. MART. T was a difmal, and a fearful night, Scarce could the morn drive on th'unwilling light, When fleep, death's image, left my troubled breast, By fomething, liker death, poffeft. My eyes with tears did uncommanded flow, And on my foul hung the dull weight Of fome intolerable fate. What bell was that? Ah me! too much I know. My sweet companion, and my gentle peer, Thy foul and body, when death's agony Did not with more reluctance part, [p] Mr. William Hervey.] The author's beloved friend This poem came from the heart, and is therefore more natural and pleafing than most others in the collection. 3. My |