AS the authors of this race were perhaps more defirous of being admired than underftood, they fometimes drew their conceits from receffes of learning not very much frequented by common readers of poetry. Thus Cowley on Knowledge: 2 The facred tree 'midft the fair orchard grew; That right Porphyrian tree which did true logic fhew. Each leaf did learned notions give, And th' apples were demonftrative : So clear their colour and divine, The very fhade they caft did other lights outfhine. On Anacreon continuing a lover in his old age: Of thine, like Meleager's fate. Th' antiperiftafis of age More enflam'd thy amorous rage. In the following verfes we have an allufion to a Rabbinical opinion concerning Manna: Variety I afk not: give me one To live perpetually upon. The perfon Love does to us fit, Like manna, has the tafte of all in it. Thus Donne fhews his medicinal knowledge in fome encomiaftick verfes : In every thing there naturally grows A Balfamum to keep it fresh and new, If 'twere not injur'd by extrinfique blows; Your youth and beauty are this balm in you. But But you, of learning and religion, And virtue and fuch engredients, have made A mithridate, whofe operation Keeps off, or cures what can be done or faid. Though the following lines of Donne, on the last night of the year, have fomething in them too fcholaftick, 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. Donne. Yet more abftrufe and profound is Donne's reflection upon Man as a Microcofm: If men be worlds, there is in every one OF thoughts fo far-fetched, as to be not only unexpected, but unnatural, all their books are full. To a Lady, who wrote poefies for rings. They, who above do various circles find, 'Tis thou muft write the poefy there, For it wanteth one as yet, Then the fun pass through't twice a year, The fun, which is esteem'd the god of wit. COWLEY. The difficulties which have been raised about identity in philofophy, are by Cowley with ftill more perplexity applied to Love: Five years ago (fays story) I lov'd you, For which you call me moft inconftant now; My members then the father members were, If then this body love what th' other did, "Twere inceft, which by nature is forbid. The love of different women is, in geographical poetry, compared to travels through different countries: Haft thou not found each woman's breaft (The land where thou haft travelled) Either by favages poffeft, Or wild, and uninhabited? What joy could'st take, or what repose, Luft, Luft, the fcorching dog-ftar, here Whilft Pride, the rugged Northern bear, 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 fuppofes his lady acquainted with the ancient laws of augury and rites of facrifice: And yet this death of mine, I fear, When found in every other part, Her facrifice is found without an heart. For the laft tempeft of my death Shall figh out that too, with my breath. That the chaos was harmonifed, has been recited of old; but whence the different founds arofe remained for a modern to discover: Th' ungovern'd parts no correspondence knew; COWLEY. The The tears of lovers are always of great poetical account; but Donne has extended them into worlds. If the lines are not eafily 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 impreffion grow, This world, by waters fent from thee my heaven On reading the following lines, the reader may perhaps cry out-Confufion worfe confounded. Here lies a fhe fun, and a he moon here, DONNE. Who but Donne would have thought that a good man is a telescope? Though God be our true glass through which we fee All, fince the being of all things is he; Yet are the trunks, which do to us derive. Things in proportion fit, by perspective Who |