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Rich hated : wise suspected: scorn'd if poor:
I have wish'd all; but now I wish for neither
Would the world now adopt me for her heir,
And hold one minute of this holy leisure
Welcome pure thoughts, welcome ye silent groves,
. could I vie Angels with India.] An angel is a piece of coin, value ten shil. lings. The words to vie angels, are a periphrasis, and signify to compare wealth. See Sir J. Hawkins's note on the passage, Walton's Angler, p. 264. Cartwright uses the word angels :
You shall ne'er know what angels, pieces, pounds,
The Ordinary, Act II. Sc. iii,
Then here I'll sit, and sigh my hot love's folly,
And if Contentment be a stranger then,
SIR H. WOTTON.
SHORTNESS OF LIFE.
My glass is half unspent? forbear t arrest
My time-devouring minutes will be done
thread before my
Cut not my
thread be spun.
The gain's not great I purchase by this stay;
My following eye can hardly make a shift
The secret wheels of hurrying time do give
And what's a life? a weary pilgrimage,
And what's a life? the flourishing array
Read on this dial *, how the shades devour
Behold these lillies, which thy hands have made
Shade not that dial night will blind too soon;
* Read on this dial, &c.] No poet whatever has introduced this circumstance with the happiness of Shakspeare, who compares the silent and almost imperceptible flight of beauty to the stealing shadow of a sun-dial. As the lines are in one of his minor poems, they may probably have escaped the notice of common readers :
Ah yet doth beauty like a dial hand
Poems, Constant Affection, Edit. 1640. The verses are incorrect, but the idea is fine : the shadow steals from the dial's hand, and not the dial's hand from the shadow.
+ My short-lived winter's day.) Dyer, in his well-known Grongar Hill, well denominates the smile of Fate,
A sun-beam in a winter's day. For further observations on this piece, see Jackson's very elegant and sensible Letters, Vol. II. Let. xix.
Nor do I beg this slender inch, to wile
Quarles' Emblems, B. III. Emb. xii.
O THAT THOU WOULDST HIDE ME IN THE GRAVE,
THAT THOU WOULDST KEEP ME IN SECRET UNTIL THY WRATH BE PAST.
Ah! whither shall I Aly? what path untrod
Where shall I sojourn? what kind sea will hide
What if my feet should take their hasty flight,
What if my soul should take the wings of day,
What if some solid rock should entertain
Nor sea, nor shade, nor shield, nor rock, nor cave,
"Tis vain to flee; 'till gentle Mercy show
Th’ ingenuous child, corrected, doth not fly
Great God! there is no safety here below;
ALL THINGS ARE VAIN.
Although the purple morning, brags in brightness of the
As though he had of chased night, a glorious conquest won: The time by day, gives place again to force of drowsy night, And every creature is constrain’d to change his lusty plight.
flame-ey'd Fury.] An epithet highly original and fine. Shakspeare uses fire-ey'd Fury in his Romeo and Juliet.
+ For further observations, see Jackson's Letters, Vol. II. Let. XXX. where both these particular pieces of Quarles were first more immedlately brought forward to the public eye.