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.