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24 COWLEY.As the authors of this race were perhaps more de-
On Anacreon continuing a lover in his old age:
\?**jr . Love was with thy life entwin'd, Close as heat with fire is join'd;
In the following verses we have an allusion to a
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,
A mithridate, whose operation
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,
Some emblem is of me, or I of this,
Whose what and where in disputation is,
If I should call me any thing, should miss. I sum the years and me, and find me not
Debtor to th1 old, nor creditor to th' new. That cannot say, my thanks I have forgot,
Nor trust I this with hopes; and yet' scarce true
This bravery is, since these times shew'd me you.
( 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 un- V expected, 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,
The sun, which is esteemM the god of wit.
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The difficulties which have been raised about identity in philosophy, are by Cowley with still more perplexity applied to Love: j
Five years ago (says story) I lov'd you, For which you call me most inconstant now;Pardon me, madam, you mistake the man;For I am not the same that I was then;No flesh is now the same 'twas then in me, And that my mind is chang'd yourself may see. The same thoughts to retain still, and intents, Were more inconstant far: for accidents Must of all things most strangely inconstant prove, If from one subject they t' another move;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: \
j Hast thou not found each woman's breast (The land where thou hast travelled)
Lust, the scorching dog-star, here
Rages with immoderate heat;
In others makes the cold too great.
A Lover, burnt up by his affection, is compared to Egypt:
The fate of Egypt I sustain,
The lover supposes his lady acquainted with the ancient laws of augury and rites of sacrifice:And yet this death of mine, I fear, Will ominous to her appear:When sound in every other part, Her sacrifice is found without an heart. For the last tempest of my death Shall sigh out that too, with my breath.
That the chaos was harmonized, has been recited of old; but whence thedifferent sounds arose remained for a modern to discover:
Th' ungovern'd parts no correspondence knew;
I 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 An Europe, Afric, and an Asia, And quickly make that, which was nothing, all. So doth each tear, Which thee doth wear, A globe, yea world, by that impression grow, Till thy tears mixt with mine do overflow This world, by waters sent from thee my heaven dissolved so.
On reading the following lines, the reader may perhaps cry out—Confusion worse confounded.
Here lies a she sun, and a he moon here,
They unto one another nothing owe.
I Who but Donne would have thought that a good man_is a telescope ? \
Though God be our true glass through which we see