WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT. CONSIDERATION. FOOL that I was, that little of my span Mine age like to the eagle's, and endow CONFESSION. I DO confess, O God! my wandering fires And that turn fervour which was brutish rage; ALEXANDER ROSSE A NAME which the well-known ludicrous rhyme in Hudibras has made a familiar by-word to many who little suspect that he who bore it was a learned and estimable divine, and a most acute metaphysician. ROSSE was one of King Charles the First's Chaplains. He wrote many books, in Latin and in English-in prose and verse. The two little poems which follow are taken from his "Mel Heliconium; or poetical Honey gathered out of the Weeds of Parnassus"--a well-intended and ingeniously executed attempt to spiritualize, and impart a Christian sense and application to the Greek and Roman Mythology. ALEXANDER ROSSE. AURORA. A MEDITATION. As fair Aurora from old Tithon's bed Flies out with painted wings, and them doth spread Upon the firmament; So from the heaven's golden cabinet Out flies a morning all with roses set, Whose presence did revive the hearts of those This Morning in a purple chariot rides, In spite of death and hell: Christ is this Morning, who triumphantly The four evangelists, whose light doth run |