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THIE MOWER TO THE GLOW-WORM.
YE living lamps, by whose dear light
The Nightingale does sit so late, And, studying all the summer night,
Her matchless song does meditate;
Ye country comets, that portend
No war, nor prince's funeral, Shining unto no other end
Than to presage the grass's fall;
Ye Glow-worms, whose officious flame
To wandering mowers shows the way, That in the night have lost their aim,
And after foolish flies do stray;
Your courteous lights in vain you waste,
Since Juliana here is come;
That I shall never find my home.
SIR JOIN DENHAM.
My eye descending from the Hill, surveys
TELL me not, sweet! I am unkind,
That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind,
To war and arms I fly.
True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field; And, with a stronger faith, embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.
Yet this inconstancy is such
As you, too, shall adore; I could not love thee, dear! so much,
Loved I not honour more.
TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON.
When Love, with unconfined wings,
Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at the grates;
LUXURIOUS man, to bring his vice in use,
Did after him the world seduce; And from the fields, the flowers and plants allure,
Where Nature was most plain and pure. He first enclosed within the garden's square
A dead and standing pool of air;
Which stupefied them while it fed.
The nutriment did change the kind.
And flowers themselves were taught to paint.
THE MOWER AGAINST GARDENS.
The tulip white did for complexion seek,
And learned to interline its cheek;
That one was for a meadow sold;
To find the marble of Peru.
To Man, that sovereign thing and proud,
Forbidden mixtures there to see. No plant now knew the stock from which it came;
He grafts upon the wild the tame, That the uncertain and adulterate fruit
Might put the palate in dispute. 'Tis all enforced, the fountain, and the grot,
While the sweet fields do lie forgot,
A wild and fragrant innocence;
More by their presence than their skill.
May to adorn the gardens stand; But, howsoe'er the figures do excel,
The Gods themselves with us do dwell.