Chapter 40
RICHARD CRASHAW.
--1650.
The conscious water saw its G.o.d and blushed.[5]
[Note 5: Lympha pudica Deum vidit et erubuit.--_Latin Poems_]
_In Praise of Lessius' Rule of Health_.
A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day.
THOMAS DEKKER.
--1638.
_Old Fortunatus_.
And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.
_Honest Wh.o.r.e_. P. ii. Act i. Sc. 2.
We are ne'er like angels till our pa.s.sion dies.
ABRAHAM COWLEY.
1618-1667.
_The Waiting-Maid_.
Th' adorning thee with so much art Is but a barb'rous skill; 'Tis like the poisoning of a dart, Too apt before to kill.
_The Motto_.
What shall I do to be forever known, And make the age to come my own?
_On the Death of Crashaw_.
His _faith_, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his _life_, I'm sure, was in the right.
_The Garden_. Essay V.
G.o.d the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
SIR JOHN DENHAM.
1615-1679.
_Cooper's Hill_.
O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme!
Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull; Strong without rage; without o'erflowing, full.
_The Sophy_. _A Tragedy_.
Actions of the last age are like Almanacs of the last year.