. The poetical works of William Drummond of Hawthornden : with 'A cypresse grove' . Atlases of Fame,Phanes vaineHe builded to vaine I dolespraise ;5 States, which vnsatiate Mindes in blood doe raise,From the Crosse-starres vnto the Articke Teame,Alas ! and what wee write to keepe our Name,Like Spiders Caules are made the sport of Dayes :All onely constant is in constant Change,lo What done is, is vndone, and when some other figure doeth it range ;Thus moues the restlesse World beneath the Moone :Wherefore (my Minde) aboue Time, Motion, Place,Thee raise, and Steppes, not reachd by N
. The poetical works of William Drummond of Hawthornden : with 'A cypresse grove' . Atlases of Fame,Phanes vaineHe builded to vaine I dolespraise ;5 States, which vnsatiate Mindes in blood doe raise,From the Crosse-starres vnto the Articke Teame,Alas ! and what wee write to keepe our Name,Like Spiders Caules are made the sport of Dayes :All onely constant is in constant Change,lo What done is, is vndone, and when some other figure doeth it range ;Thus moues the restlesse World beneath the Moone :Wherefore (my Minde) aboue Time, Motion, Place,Thee raise, and Steppes, not reachd by Nature trace. With the exception oi An Hymne of the Fairest Faire and TheShadow of the Judgement, the titles of the several pieces are wantingin I, and in the two issues of J they occur in the Table of contentsonly. They are also wanting in NO. I. This sonnet is wanting here in O. 3 N. Brazen Colosses Atlases of Fame * I. Phanes vainelie builded[N. And Temples builded] to vaine Deities praise ^ N. From SouthernePole unto N. And even what ^^ IN. Thus roUes ^* N. Aspire,and Steps 5. 6 FLOWRES OF SION. pi][Humane Frailtie.] A Good that neuer satisfies the Minde,A Beautie fading hke the Aprile flowres,A Sweete with floodes of Gall that runnes combind,A Pleasure passing ere in thought made ours,5 A Honour that more fickle is than winde,A Glorie at Opinions frowne that lowres,A Treasurie which Bankrout Time deuoures,A Knowledge than graue Ignorance more blind :A vaine Delight our equalles to command,lo A Stile of greatnesse, in effect a Dreame,A fabulous Thought of holding Sea and Land,A seruile Lot, deckt with a pompous Name,Are the strange endes wee toyle for heere wisest Death make vs our errores know. [i][The Permanencie of Life.] Life a right shadow is,For if it long is it spent, and Deathes long Night drawes neare ;Shadowes are mouing, light,5 And is there ought so mouing as is this ?When it is most in Sight,It steaks away, and none can tell how,
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