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Then shall, with universal dread,
The Judge ascends His awful throne;
And all with shame confess their own.
O then, what interest shall I make
To save my last important stake,
Thou mighty formidable King,
Forget not what my ransom cost,
Prostrate my contrite heart I rend;
Well may they curse their second breath,
GO, LOVELY ROSE.”
BY EDMUND WALLER.
[EDMUND WALLER was born at Coleshill, in Herefordshire, in 1605, and was educated at Cambridge. At twenty-three years of age he married a rich heiress, who died soon afterwards. He then wooed Lady Dorothea Sidney, eldest daughter of the Earl of Leicester, to whom, under the name of Saccharissa, he dedicated the greater part of his poetry; but she haughtily rejected his addresses, and he married another. During the Commonwealth, he was committed to prison for a plot, and to save his life made a confession of guilt ; but he did not obtain his liberty until he had suffered a year's confinement, and paid a fine of ten thousand pounds. He then set out for France, where he remained, until permitted by Cromwell to return. After the Restoration, he became a favourite both of Charles II. and James II. He died in 1687.
Waller was witty and accomplished, and his familiarity with the Court gave to his verses a smoothness which has hardly been exceeded in modern times. He sat in Parliament for a long time, and distinguished himself on many occasions; twenty thousand copies of one of his speeches were sold in a single day.]
Go, lovely rose !
How sweet and fair she seems to me.
Tell her that's young,
Small is the worth
Of beauty from the light retired ;
Then die! that she
BY CHARLES COTTON.
(CHARLES COTTON was born at Beresford, in Staffordshire, in 1630, and was educated at Cambridge. Having travelled for some time, he retired to his estate, which had been much embarrassed by his father, and there gave himself up to study and angling, from which he did not permit himself to be diverted. To improve his circumstances, he devoted much of his time to translations. When forty years of age, he obtained a captain's commission ; and he afterwards married the Countess Dowager of Ardglass, who had a jointure of £1,500 a year. But even this did not extricate him from his difficulties, as his wife's fortune was secured to her; and he died insolvent at Westminster, in 1687. Cotton was witty and accomplished ; he was an intimate friend of Izaak Walton.]
FAREWELL, thou busy world, and may
We never meet again;
Than he who his whole age outwears
Good God! how sweet are all things here!
How cleanly do we feed and lie!
What peace, what unanimity!