76 That the chaos was harmonised has been recited of old '; but whence the different sounds arose remained for a modern to discover: 'Th' ungovern'd parts no correspondent knew, Earth made the base, the treble flame arose.' COWLEY 2. 77 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. 78 '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. 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 [by] heaven dissolved so3.' On reading the following lines the reader may perhaps cry out, Confusion worse confounded".' 'Here lies a she sun, and a he moon here, She gives the best light to his sphere, 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? I 'Though God be our true glass, through which we see Yet are the trunks, which do to us derive By Plato in Politicus, 273 c, d, and in Timaeus, 69c; by Ovid in Metamor. bk. 1. 'From harmony, from heavenly har- This universal frame began.' 2 Eng. Poets, viii. 194. 'Cowley appears by these lines to have been but little skilled in music.' HAWKINS, Johnson's Works, 1787, ii. 30. 3 Grosart's Donne, ii. 198. 4 Paradise Lost, ii. 996. 5 Grosart's Donne, i. 258. Deeds of good men; for by their living [being] here, Who would imagine it possible that in a very few lines so many 79 remote ideas could be brought together? 'Since 'tis my doom, Love's undershrieve, Why this reprieve? Why doth my She Advowson fly To sell thyself dost thou intend And hold the contrast [contract] thus in doubt, Think but how soon the market fails, Your sex lives faster than the males; As if to measure age's span, The sober Julian were th' acount of man, CLEIVELAND 3. Of enormous and disgusting hyberboles these may be ex- 80 amples: 'By every wind, that comes this way, Such and so many I'll repay As shall themselves make winds to get to you.' 'In tears I'll waste these eyes, By Love so vainly fed; COWLEY *. So lust of old the Deluge punished.'-COWLEY 5. -'All arm'd in brass the richest dress of war ' Grosart's Donne, ii. 115. 2 Here follow five lines omitted by Johnson. 3 Works, ed. 1687, p. 6. On the titlepage the name is printed Cleveland, but underneath his portrait which faces it-Cleaveland. Johnson gives a third spelling. Another variety is Clevland. Cleveland's executors in their Epistle Dedicatory aim at rivalling his wit. 'Whilst Randolph and Cowley,' they write, 'lie embalmed in their own COWLEY6 native wax, how is the name and 4 Eng. Poets, vii. 123. Unnatural pictions 81 82 An universal consternation: 'His bloody eyes he hurls round, his sharp paws Beasts creep into their dens, and tremble there; Echo itself dares scarce repeat the sound.'-Cowley 1. Their fictions were often violent and unnatural. Of his Mistress bathing: 'The fish around her crouded, as they do To the false light that treacherous fishers shew, As she at first took me : For ne'er did light so clear Though every night the sun himself set there.' COWLEY 2. The poetical effect of a Lover's name upon glass: Doth contribute my firmness to this glass; As hard as that which grav'd it was.'-DONNE 3. 83√ Their conceits were sometimes slight and trifling. 84 On an inconstant woman: 'He enjoys thy calmy sunshine now, And no breath stirring hears; He sees thee gentle, fair and gay, And trusts the faithless April of thy May.' COWLEY. Upon a paper written with the juice of lemon, and read by the fire: 'Nothing [So nothing] yet in thee is seen; Here sprouts a V, and there a T, And all the flourishing letters stand in rows.' COWLEY !! As they sought only for novelty they did not much enquire 85 whether their allusions were to things high or low, elegant or gross; whether they compared the little to the great, or the great to the little. Physick and Chirurgery for a Lover: 'Gently, ah gently, madam, touch The wound, which you yourself have made; Which makes me of your hand afraid. Cordials of pity give me now, For I too weak for purgings grow.'-COWLEY 2. The World and a Clock: 'Mahol th' inferior world's fantastic face Through all the turns of matter's maze did trace; Of life and motion; and with equal art Made up again the whole of every part.'-Cowley 3. up the high+ the greatt A coal-pit has not often found its poet; but, that it may 86 not want its due honour Cleiveland has paralleled it with the Sun: 'The moderate value of our guiltless ore Makes no man atheist, and no woman whore; Had he our pits, the Persian would admire The sun's heaven's coalery, and coals our sun".' رسمو the little Death, a Voyage: 'No family Ere rigg'd a soul for heaven's discovery, DONNE'. 87 Their thoughts and expressions were sometimes grossly were absurd, and such as no figures or licence can reconcile to the O Teis Gought cofread sortu understanding. A Lover neither dead nor alive: 'Then down I laid my head, Down on cold earth; and for a while was dead, Ah, sottish soul, said I, When back to its cage again I saw it fly: And row her galley here again! Fool, to that body to return Where it condemn'd and destin'd is to burn! Once dead, how can it be, Death should a thing so pleasant seem to thee, That thou should'st come to live it o'er again in me?' A Lover's heart, a hand grenado : 'Wo to her stubborn heart, if once mine come Into the self-same room, "Twill tear and blow up all within, Like a grenado shot into a magazin. Then shall Love keep the ashes and torn parts Of both our broken hearts: Shall out of both one new one make; COWLEY 2. From her's th' allay, from mine the metal, take.' The poetical Propagation of Light: 'The Prince's favour is diffus'd o'er all, પ COWLEY 3. From which all fortunes, names, and natures fall; Then from those wombs of stars, the Bride's bright eyes, At every glance a constellation flies, And sows the court with stars, and doth prevent, In light and power, the all-ey'd firmament: ' Grosart's Donne, ii. 143. 2 Eng. Poets, viii. 28. The third line runs :-'With whom adven- turers more boldly dare.' |