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ow。　The　blust'ring　winds　invisible　rough　stroak　More　often　shakes　the　stubborn'st；　prop'rest　oak；　And　in　proud　turrets　we　behold　withal；　'Tis　the　imperial　top　declines　to　fall：　Nor　does　Heav'n's　lightning　strike　the　humble　vales；　But　high…aspiring　mounts　batters　and　scales。

　　A　breast　of　proof　defies　all　shocks　of　Fate；　Fears　in　the　best；　hopes　in　worser　state；　Heaven　forbid　that；　as　of　old；　time　ever　Flourish'd　in　spring　so　contrary；　now　never。　That　mighty　breath；　which　blew　foul　Winter　hither；　Can　eas'ly　puffe　it　to　a　fairer　weather。　Why　dost　despair　then；　Frank？　　Aeolus　has　A　Zephyrus　as　well　as　Boreas。

　　'Tis　a　false　sequel；　soloecisme　'gainst　those　Precepts　by　fortune　giv'n　us；　to　suppose　That；　'cause　it　is　now　ill；　't　will　ere　be　so；　Apollo　doth　not　always　bend　his　bow；　But　oft；　uncrowned　of　his　beams　divine；　With　his　soft　harp　awakes　the　sleeping　Nine。

　　In　strictest　things　magnanimous　appear；　Greater　in　hope；　howere　thy　fate；　then　fear：　Draw　all　your　sails　in　quickly；　though　no　storm　Threaten　your　ruine　with　a　sad　alarm；　For　tell　me　how　they　differ；　tell　me；　pray；　A　cloudy　tempest　and　a　too　fair　day？

　One　of　the　younger　brothers　of　the　poet。　　In　the　year　of　the　Restoration　he　filled　the　office　of　Recorder　of　Canterbury；　and　in　that　capacity　delivered　the　address　of　the　city　to　Charles　II。　on　his　passage　through　the　place。　　This　speech　was　printed　in　1660；　4to；　three　leaves。　　The　following　extracts　from　the　CALENDARS　OF　STATE　PAPERS　（Domestic　Series；　1660…1；　page　139）；　throw　a　little　additional　light　on　the　history　of　this　person：

〃1660；　July　1。Petition　of　Fras。　Lovelace；　Recorder　of　Canterbury；　to　the　King；　for　the　stewardship　of　the　liberties　of　St。　Augustine；　near　Canterbury；　for　himself　and　his　son　Goldwell。　　Has　suffered　sequestration；　imprisonment；　and　loss　of　office；　for　his　loyalty。　WITH　A　NOTE　OF　THE　REQUESTED　GRANT　FOR　FRAS。　LOVELACE。

〃Grant　to　Fras。　Lovelace；　of　the　office　of　chief　steward　of　the　Liberties　of　the　late　monastery　of　St。　Augustine；　near　Canterbury。〃

　Unless　the　poet　is　advising　his　brother；　before　the　latter　ventures　on　a　long　sea　voyage；　to　look　in　the　crystal；　or　beryl；　so　popular　at　that　time；　in　order　to　read　his　fortune；　I　must　confess　my　ignorance　of　the　meaning　of　〃glassy…epithete。〃　See；　for　an　account　of　the　beryl；　Aubrey's　MISCELLANIES；　edit。　1857；　p。　154。

　Than。



　　　　　　　　　　PARIS'S　SECOND　JUDGEMENT；

　　　　　UPON　THE　THREE　DAUGHTERS　OF　MY　DEAR　　　　　　　　　BROTHER　MR。　R。　CAESAR。

Behold！　three　sister…wonders；　in　whom　met；　Distinct　and　chast；　the　splendrous　counterfeit　Of　Juno；　Venus　and　the　warlike　Maid；　Each　in　their　three　divinities　array'd；　The　majesty　and　state　of　Heav'ns　great　Queen；　And　when　she　treats　the　gods；　her　noble　meen；　The　sweet　victorious　beauties　and　desires　O'　th'　sea…born　princess；　empresse　too　of　fires；　The　sacred　arts　and　glorious　lawrels　torn　From　the　fair　brow　o'　th'　goddesse　father…born；　All　these　were　quarter'd　in　each　snowy　coat；　With　canton'd　honours　of　their　own；　to　boot。　Paris；　by　fate　new…wak'd　from　his　dead　cell；　Is　charg'd　to　give　his　doom　impossible。　He　views　in　each　the　brav'ry　of　all　Ide；　Whilst　one；　as　once　three；　doth　his　soul　divide。　Then　sighs　so　equally　they're　glorious　all：　WHAT　PITY　THE　WHOLE　WORLD　IS　BUT　ONE　BALL！

　Second　son　of　Sir　John　Caesar；　Knt。；　who　was　the　second　surviving　son　of　Sir　Julius　Caesar；　Knt。；　Master　of　the　Rolls。　Mr。　Robert　Caesar　married　the　poet's　sister　Johanna；　by　whom　he　had　three　daughters；　co…heirsAnne；　Juliana；　and　Johanna。　These　are　the　ladies　commemorated　in　the　text。　　See　Lodge's　LIFE　OF　SIR　JULIUS　CAESAR；　1827；　p。　54。

　Original　reads　SPLENDORS。

　This　word　is　here　used　to　signify　simply　RESEMBLANCE　or　COPY。

　i。e。　quartered。　　CANTON；　in　heraldry；　is　a　square　space　at　one　of　the　corners　of　a　shield　of　arms。

　Bravery　here　means；　as　it　often　does　in　writers　of　and　before　the　time　of　Lovelace；　A　BEAUTIFUL　OR　FINE　SPECTACLE；　or　simply　BEAUTY。　　BRAVE　in　the　sense　of　FINE　（gaudy　or　gallant）　is　still　in　use。



　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　PEINTURE。

A　PANEGYRICK　TO　THE　BEST　PICTURE　OF　FRIENDSHIP；　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　MR。　PET。　LILLY。

　　If　Pliny；　Lord　High　Treasurer　of　all　Natures　exchequer　shuffled　in　this　our　ball；　Peinture　her　richer　rival　did　admire；　And　cry'd　she　wrought　with　more　almighty　fire；　That　judg'd　the　unnumber'd　issue　of　her　scrowl；　Infinite　and　various　as　her　mother　soul；　That　contemplation　into　matter　brought；　Body'd　Ideas；　and　could　form　a　thought。　Why　do　I　pause　to　couch　the　cataract；　And　the　grosse　pearls　from　our　dull　eyes　abstract；　That；　pow'rful　Lilly；　now　awaken'd　we　This　new　creation　may　behold　by　thee？

　　To　thy　victorious　pencil　all；　that　eyes　And　minds　call　reach；　do　bow。　　The　deities　Bold　Poets　first　but　feign'd；　you　do　and　make；　And　from　your　awe　they　our　devotion　take。　Your　beauteous　pallet　first　defin'd　Love's　Queen；　And　made　her　in　her　heav'nly　colours　seen；　You　strung　the　bow　of　the　Bandite　her　son；　And　tipp'd　his　arrowes　with　religion。　Neptune　as　unknown　as　his　fish　might　dwell；　But　that　you　seat　him　in　his　throne　of　shell。　The　thunderers　artillery　and　brand；　You　fancied　Rome　in　his　fantastick　hand；　And　the　pale　frights；　the　pains；　and　fears　of　hell　First　from　your　sullen　melancholy　fell。　Who　cleft　th'　infernal　dog's　loath'd　head　in　three；　And　spun　out　Hydra's　fifty　necks？　by　thee　As　prepossess'd　w'　enjoy　th'　Elizian　plain；　Which　but　before　was　flatter'd　in　our　brain。　Who　ere　yet　view'd　airs　child　invisible；　A　hollow　voice；　but　in　thy　subtile　skill？　Faint　stamm'ring　Eccho　you　so　draw；　that　we　The　very　repercussion　do　see。　　　Cheat…HOCUS…POCUS…Nature　an　assay　O'　th'　spring　affords　us：　praesto；　and　away！　You　all　the　year　do　chain　her　and　her　fruits；　Roots　to　their　beds；　and　flowers　to　their　roots。　Have　not　mine　eyes　feasted　i'　th'　frozen　Zone　Upon　a　fresh　new…grown　collation　Of　apples；　unknown　sweets；　that　seem'd　to　me　Hanging　to　tempt　as　on　the　fatal　tree；　So　delicately　limn'd　I　vow'd　to　try　My　appetite　impos'd　upon　my　eye？　　　You；　sir；　alone；　fame；　and　all…conqu'ring　rime；　File　the　set　teeth　of　all…devouring　time。　When　beauty　once　thy　vertuous　paint　hath　on；　Age　needs　not　call　her　to　vermilion；　Her　beams　nere　shed　or　change　like　th'　hair　of　day；　She　scatters　fresh　her　everlasting　ray。　Nay；　from　her　ashes　her　fair　virgin　fire　Ascends；　that　doth　new　massacres　conspire；　Whilst　we　wipe　off　the　num'rous　score　of　years；　And　do　behold　our　grandsire＇s＇　as　our　peers；　With　the　first　father　of　our　house　compare　We　do　the　features　of　our　new…born　heir：　For　though　each　coppied　a　son；　they　all　Meet　in　thy　first　and　true　original。　　　Sacred！　luxurious！　what　princesse　not　But　comes　to　you　to　have　her　self　begot？　As；　when　first　man　was　kneaded；　from　his　side　Is　born　to's　hand　a　ready…made…up　bride。　He　husband　to　his　issue　then　doth　play；　And　for　more　wives　remove　the　obstructed　way：　So　by　your　art　you　spring　up　in　two　noons　What　could　not　else　be　form'd　by　fifteen　suns；　Thy　skill　doth　an'mate　the　prolifick　flood；　And　thy　red　oyl　assimilates　to　blood。　　　Where　then；　when　all　the　world　pays　its　respect；　Lies　our　transalpine　barbarous　neglect？　When　the　chast　hands　of　pow'rful　Titian　Had　drawn　the　scourges　of　our　God　and　man；　And　now　the　top　of　th'　altar　did　ascend　To　crown　the　heav'nly　piece　with　a　bright　end；　Whilst　he；　who　in　seven　languages　gave　law；　And　always；　like　the　Sun；　his　subjects　saw；　Did；　in　his　robes　imperial　and　gold；　The　basis　of　the　doubtful　ladder　hold。　O　Charls！　a　nobler　monument　than　that；　Which　thou　thine　own　executor　wert　at！　When　to　our　huffling　Henry　there　complain'd　A　grieved　earl；　that　thought　his　honor　stain'd：　Away　（frown'd　he）；　for　your　own　safeties；　hast！　In　one　cheap　hour　ten　coronets　I'l　cast；　But　Holbeen's　noble　and　prodigious　worth　Onely　the　pangs　of　an　whole　age　brings　forth。　Henry！　a　word　so　princely　saving　said；　It　might　new　raise　the　ruines　thou　hast　made。　　　O　sacred　Peincture！　that　dost　fairly　draw；　What　but　in　mists　deep　inward　Poets　saw；　'Twixt　thee　and　an　Intelligence　no　odds；　That　art　of　privy　council　to　the　gods！　By　thee　unto　our　eyes　they　do　prefer　A　stamp　of　their　abstracted　character；　Thou；　that　in　frames　eternity　dost　bind；　And　art　a　written　and　a　body'd　mind；　To　thee　is　ope　the　Juncto　o'　th'　abysse；　And　its　conspiracy　detected　is；　Whilest　their　cabal　thou　to　our　sense　dost　show；　And　in　thy　square　paint'st　what　they　threat　below。　　　Now；　my　best　Lilly；　let's　walk　hand　in　hand；　And　smile　at　this　un…understanding　land；　Let　them　their　own　dull　counterfeits　adore；　Their　rainbow…cloaths　admire；　and　no　more。　Within　one　shade　of　thine　more　substance　is；　Than　all　their　varnish'd　idol…mistresses：　Whilst　great　Vasari　and　Vermander　shall　Interpret　the　deep　mystery　of　all；　And　I　unto　our　modern　Picts　shall　show；　What　due　renown　to　thy　fair　art　they　owe　In　the　delineated　lives　of　those；　By　whom　this　everlasting　lawrel　grows。　Then；　if　they　will　not　gently　apprehend；　Let　one　great　blot　give　to　their　fame　an　end；　Whilst　no　poetick　flower　their　herse　doth　dresse；　But　perish　they　and　their　effigies。

　An　allusion　is；　of　course；　intended　to　Pliny's　NATURAL　HISTORY　which；