This is the sable stone,—this is the cave And womb of earth that doth his corpse embrace ; While others sing his praise, let me engrave These bleeding numbers to adorn the place. Here will I paint the characters of woo; Where, though I mourn my matchless loss alone, But is he gone? and live I rhyming here, Dwell thou in endless light, discharged soul, Freed now from Nature's and from Fortune's trust! While on this fluent globe my glass shall roll, And run the rest of my remaining dust. IX. UPON THE DEATH OF SIR ALBERT. MORTON'S WIFE.1 E first deceased; sho for a little tried died. H. WOTTON. X. A SHORT HYMN UPON THE BIRTH OF PRINCE CHARLES.2 (May 29, 1630.) OU that on stars do look, Arrest not there your sight, And signed with propitious light; Our blessing now is more divine Than planets that at noon did shine. "Rel. Wotton." Also in Picke's "Festum Voluptatis," 1639; and, with a different title, in Philipot's edit. of Cam den's "Remains," 1657, p. 406. "Worthies of Essex," p. 340. "Rel. Wotton." And also in Fuller, To Thee alone be praise, From whom our joy descends, Of causes first, and last of ends : Upon this royal flower, Sprung from the chastest bed, And first let myrtles crown his head, And so succeeding men, When they the fulness see Of this our joy, shall then In consort join, as well as we, To celebrate His praise above That spreads our land with fruits of love. II. WOTTON. XI. AN ODE TO THE KING, AT HIS RETURNING FROM SCOTLAND TO THE QUEEN AFTER HIS CORONATION THERE.' R (1633.) OUSE up thyself, my gentle Muse, Though now our green conceits be · grey, And yet once more do not refuse "Rel. Wotton." Transcribed as Wotton's in MS. Tann. To take thy Phrygian harp, and play Make first a song of joy and love, To this let all good hearts resound, Long may he round about him see And kingdom's hopes so timely sown; Long may they both contend to prove, H. W. 465, fol. 61, verso, and MS. Rawl. Poet. 147, p. 96. Erroneously inserted among Ben Jonson's "Works," vol. ix. p. 52, edit. Gifford. XII. ON A BANK AS I SAT A-FISHING. A DESCRIPTION OF THE SPRING.1 (Circ. 1638.) ND now all nature seemed in love; The jealous trout, that low did lie, There stood my friend, with patient skill, The showers were short, the weather mild, "Rel. Wotton." Also as Wotton's in MS. Tann. 465, fol. 61, verso; in MS. Raw). Poet. 147, p. 47; and in Walton's "Complete Angler," p. 78, edit. Nicolas, where it is said to have been written when Wotton was "beyond seventy years of age." He was born in 1568. |