lucasta-第33节

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　　But　oh；　return　those　fires；　too　cruel…nice！　For　whilst　you　fear　me　cindars；　see；　I'm　ice！　A　nummed　speaking　clod　and　mine　own　show；　My　self　congeal'd；　a　man　cut　out　in　snow：　Return　those　living　fires。　　Thou；　who　that　vast　Double　advantage　from　one…ey'd　Heav'n　hast；　Look　with　one　sun；　though　't　but　obliquely　be；　And　if　not　shine；　vouchsafe　to　wink　on　me。

　　Perceive　you　not　a　gentle；　gliding　heat；　And　quick'ning　warmth；　that　makes　the　statua　sweat；　As　rev'rend　Ducaleon's　black…flung　stone；　Whose　rough　outside　softens　to　skin；　anon　Each　crusty　vein　with　wet　red　is　suppli'd；　Whilst　nought　of　stone　but　in　its　heart　doth　'bide。

　　So　from　the　rugged　north；　where　your　soft　stay　Hath　stampt　them　a　meridian　and　kind　day；　Where　now　each　A　LA　MODE　inhabitant　Himself　and　's　manners　both　do　pay　you　rent；　And　'bout　your　house　（your　pallace）　doth　resort；　And　'spite　of　fate　and　war　creates　a　court。

　　So　from　the　taught　north；　when　you　shall　return；　To　glad　those　looks　that　ever　since　did　mourn；　When　men　uncloathed　of　themselves　you'l　see；　Then　start　new　made；　fit；　what　they　ought　to　be；　Hast！　hast！　you；　that　your　eyes　on　rare　sights　feed：　For　thus　the　golden　triumph　is　decreed。

　　The　twice…born　god；　still　gay　and　ever　young；　With　ivie　crown'd；　first　leads　the　glorious　throng：　He　Ariadne's　starry　coronet　Designs　for　th'　brighter　beams　of　Amoret；　Then　doth　he　broach　his　throne；　and　singing　quaff　Unto　her　health　his　pipe　of　god…head　off。

　　Him　follow　the　recanting；　vexing　Nine　Who；　wise；　now　sing　thy　lasting　fame　in　wine；　Whilst　Phoebus；　not　from　th'　east；　your　feast　t'　adorn；　But　from　th'　inspir'd　Canaries；　rose　this　morn。

　　Now　you　are　come；　winds　in　their　caverns　sit；　And　nothing　breaths；　but　new…inlarged　wit。　Hark！　　One　proclaims　it　piacle　to　be　sad；　And　th'　people　call　't　religion　to　be　mad。

　　But　now；　as　at　a　coronation；　When　noyse；　the　guard；　and　trumpets　are　oreblown；　The　silent　commons　mark　their　princes　way；　And　with　still　reverence　both　look　and　pray；　So　they　amaz'd　expecting　do　adore；　And　count　the　rest　but　pageantry　before。

　　Behold！　an　hoast　of　virgins；　pure　as　th'　air　In　her　first　face；　ere　mists　durst　vayl　her　hair：　Their　snowy　vests；　white　as　their　whiter　skin；　Or　their　far　chaster　whiter　thoughts　within：　Roses　they　breath'd　and　strew'd；　as　if　the　fine　Heaven　did　to　earth　his　wreath　of　swets　resign；　They　sang　aloud：　〃THRICE；　OH　THRICE　HAPPY；　THEY　THAT　CAN；　LIKE　THESE；　IN　LOVE　BOTH　YIELD　AND　SWAY。〃

　　Next　herald　Fame　（a　purple　clowd　her　bears）；　In　an　imbroider'd　coat　of　eyes　and　ears；　Proclaims　the　triumph；　and　these　lovers　glory；　Then　in　a　book　of　steel　records　the　story。

　　And　now　a　youth　of　more　than　god…like　form　Did　th'　inward　minds　of　the　dumb　throng　alarm；　All　nak'd；　each　part　betray'd　unto　the　eye；　Chastly：　for　neither　sex　ow'd　he　or　she。　And　this　was　heav'nly　love。　　By　his　bright　hand；　A　boy　of　worse　than　earthly　stuff　did　stand；　His　bow　broke；　his　fires　out；　and　his　wings　clipt；　And　the　black　slave　from　all　his　false　flames　stript；　Whose　eyes　were　new…restor'd　but　to　confesse　This　day's　bright　blisse；　and　his　own　wretchednesse；　Who；　swell'd　with　envy；　bursting　with　disdain；　Did　cry　to　cry；　and　weep　them　out　again。

　　And　now　what　heav'n　must　I　invade；　what　sphere　Rifle　of　all　her　stars；　t'　inthrone　her　there？　No！　　Phoebus；　by　thy　boys　fate　we　beware　Th'　unruly　flames　o'th'　firebrand；　thy　carr；　Although；　she　there　once　plac'd；　thou；　Sun；　shouldst　see　Thy　day　both　nobler　governed　and　thee。　Drive　on；　Bootes；　thy　cold　heavy　wayn；　Then　grease　thy　wheels　with　amber　in　the　main；　And　Neptune；　thou　to　thy　false　Thetis　gallop；　Appollo's　set　within　thy　bed　of　scallop：　Whilst　Amoret；　on　the　reconciled　winds　Mounted；　and　drawn　by　six　caelestial　minds；　She　armed　was　with　innocence　and　fire；　That　did　not　burn；　for　it　was　chast　desire；　Whilst　a　new　light　doth　gild　the　standers　by。　Behold！　it　was　a　day　shot　from　her　eye；　Chafing　perfumes　oth'　East　did　throng　and　sweat；　But　by　her　breath　they　melting　back　were　beat。　A　crown　of　yet…nere…lighted　stars　she　wore；　In　her　soft　hand　a　bleeding　heart　she　bore；　And　round　her　lay　of　broken　millions　more；　Then　a　wing'd　crier　thrice　aloud　did　call：　LET　FAME　PROCLAIM　THIS　ONE　GREAT　PRISE　FOR　ALL。

　　By　her　a　lady　that　might　be　call'd　fair；　And　justly；　but　that　Amoret　was　there；　Was　pris'ner　led；　th'　unvalewed　robe　she　wore　Made　infinite　lay　lovers　to　adore；　Who　vainly　tempt　her　rescue　（madly　bold）　Chained　in　sixteen　thousand　links　of　gold；　Chrysetta　thus　（loaden　with　treasures）　slave　Did　strow　the　pass　with　pearls；　and　her　way　pave。

　　But　loe！　the　glorious　cause　of　all　this　high　True　heav'nly　state；　brave　Philamore；　draws　nigh；　Who；　not　himself；　more　seems　himself　to　be；　And　with　a　sacred　extasie　doth　see！　Fix'd　and　unmov'd　on　's　pillars　he　doth　stay；　And　joy　transforms　him　his　own　statua；　Nor　hath　he　pow'r　to　breath　＇n＇or　strength　to　greet　The　gentle　offers　of　his　Amoret；　Who　now　amaz'd　at　's　noble　breast　doth　knock；　And　with　a　kiss　his　gen'rous　heart　unlock；　Whilst　she　and　the　whole　pomp　doth　enter　there；　Whence　her　nor　Time　nor　Fate　shall　ever　tear。　But　whether　am　I　hurl'd？　ho！　back！　awake　From　thy　glad　trance：　to　thine　old　sorrow　take！　Thus；　after　view　of　all　the　Indies　store；　The　slave　returns　unto　his　chain　and　oar；　Thus　poets；　who　all　night　in　blest　heav'ns　dwell；　Are　call'd　next　morn　to　their　true　living　hell；　So　I　unthrifty；　to　myself　untrue；　Rise　cloath'd　with　real　wants；　'cause　wanting　you；　And　what　substantial　riches　I　possesse；　I　must　to　these　unvalued　dreams　confesse。

　　But　all　our　clowds　shall　be　oreblown；　when　thee　In　our　horizon　bright　once　more　we　see；　When　thy　dear　presence　shall　our　souls　new…dress；　And　spring　an　universal　cheerfulnesse；　When　we　shall　be　orewhelm'd　in　joy；　like　they　That　change　their　night　for　a　vast　half…year's　day。

　　Then　shall　the　wretched　few；　that　do　repine；　See　and　recant　their　blasphemies　in　wine；　Then　shall　they　grieve；　that　thought　I've　sung　too　free；　High　and　aloud　of　thy　true　worth　and　thee；　And　their　fowl　heresies　and　lips　submit　To　th'　all…forgiving　breath　of　Amoret；　And　me　alone　their　angers　object　call；　That　from　my　height　so　miserably　did　fall；　And　crie　out　my　invention　thin　and　poor；　Who　have　said　nought；　since　I　could　say　no　more。

　Charles　Cotton　the　younger；　Walton's　friend。　　He　was　born　on　the　28th　of　April；　1630。　　He　married；　in　1656；　Isabella；　daughter　of　Sir　Thomas　Hutchinson；　of　Owthorp；　co。　Notts；　Knight。　See　Walton's　ANGLER；　ed。　1760；　where　a　life　of　Cotton；　compiled　from　the　notes　of　the　laborious　Oldys；　will　be　found。　　The　poet　died　in　1687；　and；　two　years　later；　his　miscellaneous　verses　were　printed　in　an　octavo　volume。

　i。e。　the　shadow　of　myself。

　A　crime；　from　the　Latin　PIACULUM　which；　from　meaning　properly　AN　ATONEMENT；　was　afterwards　used　to　express　WHAT　REQUIRED　an　atonement；　i。e。　an　offence　or　sin。

　The　sky　in　the　early　part　of　the　morning；　before　it　is　clouded　by　mists。

　Phaeton。

　0riginal　reads；　OF　MILLIONS　BROKEN　MORE。　　The　above　is　certainly　preferable；　but　the　reader　may　judge　for　himself。　It　should　be　borne　in　mind　that　the　second　part　of　LUCASTA　was　not　even　printed　during　the　poet's　life。　　If　he　had　survived　to　republish　the　first　portion；　and　to　revise　the　second　perhaps　we　should　have　had　a　better　text。



　　　　　　　　　　ADVICE　TO　MY　BEST　BROTHER；　　　　　　　　　　COLL：　FRANCIS　LOVELACE。

　　Frank；　wil't　live　unhandsomely？　trust　not　too　far　Thy　self　to　waving　seas：　for　what　thy　star；　Calculated　by　sure　event；　must　be；　Look　in　the　glassy…epithete；　and　see。

　　Yet　settle　here　your　rest；　and　take　your　state；　And　in　calm　halcyon's　nest　ev'n　build　your　fate；　Prethee　lye　down　securely；　Frank；　and　keep　With　as　much　no　noyse　the　inconstant　deep　As　its　inhabitants；　nay；　stedfast　stand；　As　if　discover'd　were　a　New…found…land；　Fit　for　plantation　here。　　Dream；　dream　still；　Lull'd　in　Dione's　cradle；　dream；　untill　Horrour　awake　your　sense；　and　you　now　find　Your　self　a　bubbled　pastime　for　the　wind；　And　in　loose　Thetis　blankets　torn　and　tost。　Frank；　to　undo　thy　self　why　art　at　cost？

　　Nor　be　too　confident；　fix'd　on　the　shore：　For　even　that　too　borrows　from　the　store　Of　her　rich　neighbour；　since　now　wisest　know　（And　this　to　Galileo's　judgement　ow）；　The　palsie　earth　it　self　is　every　jot　As　frail；　inconstant；　waveing；　as　that　blot　We　lay　upon　the　deep；　that　sometimes　lies　Chang'd；　you　would　think；　with　's　botoms　properties；　But　this　eternal；　strange　Ixion's　wheel　Of　giddy　earth　ne'er　whirling　leaves　to　reel；　Till　all　things　are　inverted；　till　they　are　Turn'd　to　that　antick　confus'd　state　they　were。

　　Who　loves　the　golden　mean；　doth　safely　want　A　cobwebb'd　cot　and　wrongs　entail'd　upon't；　He　richly　needs　a　pallace　for　to　breed　Vipers　and　moths；　that　on　their　feeder　feed；　The　toy　that　we　（too　true）　a　mistress　call；　Whose　looking…glass　and　feather　weighs　up　all；　And　cloaths　which　larks　would　play　with　in　the　sun；　That　mock　him　in　the　night；　when　's　course　is　run。

　　To　rear　an　edifice　by　art　so　high；　That　envy　should　not　reach　it　with　her　eye；　Nay；　with　a　thought　come　neer　it。　　Wouldst　thou　know；　How　such　a　structure　should　be　raisd；　build　low。　The　blust'ring　winds　invisible　rough　stroak　More　often　shakes　the　stu