As the authors of this race were perhaps more desirous of being admired than understood, they sometimes drew their conceits from recesses of learning not very much frequented by common readers of poetry. Thus Cowley on Knowledge: "concert from recenes of learning The sacred tree 'midst the fair orchard grew; The phoenix Truth did on it rest, And built his perfum❜d nest, That right Porphyrian tree which did true logic shew. And th' apples were demonstrative: So clear their colour and divine, The very shade they cast did other lights outshine. On Anacreon continuing a lover in his old age: More enflam'd thy amorous rage. In the following verses we have an allusion to a Rabbinical opinion concerning Manna: Variety I ask not: give me one To live perpetually upon. The person Love does to us fit, Like manna, has the taste of all in it. Thus Donne shews his medicinal knowledge in some encomiastick verses: In every thing there naturally grows If 'twere not injur'd by extrinsique blows; But you, of learning and religion, And virtue and such ingredients, have made Keeps off, or cures what can be done or said. Though the following lines of Donne, on the last night of the year, have something in them too scholastick, they are not inelegant : This twilight of two years, not past nor next, Who, meteor-like, of stuff and form perplext, Debtor to th' old, nor creditor to th' new. Nor trust I this with hopes; and yet' scarce true DONNE. Yet more abstruse and profound is Donne's reflection upon Man as a Microcosm : If men be worlds, there is in every one Of thoughts so far-fetched, as to be not only unexpected, but unnatural, all their books are full. To a Lady, who wrote poesies for rings. They, who above do various circles find, "Tis thou must write the poesy there, For it wanteth one as yet, Then the sun pass through 't twice a year, The sun, which is esteem'd the god of wit. COWLEY. The difficulties which have been raised about identity in philosophy, are by Cowley with still more perplexity applied to Love: Five years ago (says story) I lov'd you, For which you call me most inconstant now; Must of all things most strangely inconstant prove, My members then, the father members were From whence these take their birth, which now are here. If then this body love what th' other did, 'Twere incest, which by nature is forbid. The love of different women is, in geographical poetry, compared to travels through different countries: Hast thou not found each woman's breast Either by savages possest, Or wild, and uninhabited ? What joy could'st take, or what repose, In countries so unciviliz'd as those? Lust, the scorching dog-star, here Whilst Pride, the rugged Northern bear, The soil's all barren sand, or rocky stone. COWLEY. A Lover, burnt up by his affection, is compared to Egypt: The fate of Egypt I sustain, And never feel the dew of rain COWLEY. The lover supposes his lady acquainted with the ancient laws of augury and rites of sacrifice: And yet this death of mine, I fear, When sound in every other part, That the chaos was harmonized, has been recited of old; but whence the different sounds arose remained for a modern to discover: Th' ungovern'd parts no correspondence knew; COWLEY. The tears of lovers are always of great poetical account; but Donne has extended them into worlds. If the lines are not easily understood, they may be read again. On a round ball A workman, that hath copies by, can lay And quickly make that, which was nothing, all. Which thee doth wear, A globe, yea world, by that impression grow, This world, by waters sent from thee my heaven On reading the following lines, the reader may perhaps cry out-Confusion worse confounded. Here lies a she sun, and a he moon here, Or each is both, and all, and so They unto one another nothing owe. DONNE. Who but Donne would have thought that a good man is a telescope? Though God be our true glass through which we see All, since the being of all things is he, Yet are the trunks, which do to us derive Things in proportion fit, by perspective |