466 SONNETS: X. To the Lady MARGARET LEY: Daughter to that good Earl, once Prefident Of England's Council, and her Treafury, Who liv'd in both unilain'd with gold or fee, And left them both, more in himfelf content, Till fad the breaking of that Parliament 5 Broke him, as that difhoneft victory At Chwronea, fatal to liberty, 1(i11'd with report that old man eloquent. Though later born than to have known the days Wherein your father florifh'd, yet by you, 10 Madam, methinks I fee him living yet ; So well your words his noble virtues praife, That all both judge you to relate them true, And to poffefs them, honor'd Margaret. XI. To Mr. LAWRENCE. Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous fon, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where fhall we fometimes meet, and by the fire Help wafte a fullen day, what may be won From the hard feafon gaining ? time will run On fmoother, till Favonius re-infpire The frozen earth, and clothe in freth attire The lilly' and rofe, that neither fow'd nor fpun. What neat repaft fhall feaft us, light and choice, Of Attic tafte, withwine, whence we may rife 10 To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tufcan air ? He who of thofe delights can judge, and (pare To interpofe them oft, is not unwife. POEMS
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