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Upon Appleton House, to my Lord Fairfax
. . . by Andrew Marvell
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Within this sober Frame expect
Work of no Forrain Architect;
That unto Caves the Quarries drew,
And Forrests did to Pastures hew;
Who of his great Design in pain
Did for a Model vault his Brain,
Whose Columnes should so high be rais'd
To arch the Brows that on them gaz'd.
   
Why should of all things Man unrul'd
Such unproportion'd dwellings build?
The Beasts are by their Denns exprest:
And Birds contrive an equal Nest;
The low roof'd Tortoises do dwell
In cases fit of Tortoise-shell:
No Creature loves an empty space;
Their Bodies measure out their Place.
   
But He, superfluously spread,
Demands more room alive then dead.
And in his hollow Palace goes
Where Winds as he themselves may lose.
What need of all this Marble Crust
T'impark the wanton Mose of Dust,
That thinks by Breadth the World t'unite
Though the first Builders fail'd in Height?
   
But all things are composed here
Like Nature, orderly and near:
In which we the Dimensions find
Of that more sober Age and Mind,
When larger sized Men did stoop
To enter at a narrow loop;
As practising, in doors so strait,
To strain themselves through Heavens Gate.
   
And surely when the after Age
Shall hither come in Pilgrimage,
These sacred Places to adore,
By Vere and Fairfax trod before,
Men will dispute how their Extent
Within such dwarfish Confines went:
And some will smile at this, as well
As Romulus his Bee-like Cell.
   
Humility alone designs
Those short but admirable Lines,
By which, ungirt and unconstrain'd,
Things greater are in less contain'd.
Let others vainly strive t'immure
The Circle in the Quadrature!
These holy Mathematicks can
In ev'ry Figure equal Man.
   
Yet thus the laden House does sweat,
And scarce indures the [MASTER] great:
But where he comes the swelling Hall
Stirs, [A]nd the Square grows Spherical;
More by his Magnitude di[S]trest,
Than he is by its straitness prest:
And too offici[O]usly it slights
That in it self which him delights.
So Hon[N]ur better Lowness bears,
Then That unwonted Greatnes[S] wears
Height with a certain Grace does bend,
But low Things clownishly ascend.
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[MASTER] only one in poem
[MASONS] 46
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To see Men through this Meadow Dive,
We wonder how [T]hey rise alive.
As, under Water, none does know
Whether he fal[L] through it or go.
But, as the Marriners that sound,
And show up[O]n their Lead the Ground,
They bring up Flow'rs so to be seen,
An[D] prove they've at the Bottom been.
No Scene that turns with En[G]ines *STRANGE*
Does oftner then these Meadows change,
For wh[E]n the Sun the Grass hath vext,
The tawny Mowers enter next;
Who seem like Israelites to be,
Walking on foot through a green Sea.
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[T.LODGE{O}] 49
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And what below the Sith increast
Is pincht {Y}et nearer by the Br{E}ast.
Such, in the pai{N}ted World, appear'd
{D}avenant with th'Un{I}versal Heard.
They {S}eem within the polisht Grass
A landskip drawen in Looking-Glass.
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{SIDNEY} -16
(NEAT). . 16
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Blest (N)ymph! that couldst so soon prevent
Th(O|S}e Trains by Youth against thee mean(T);
{T}ears (watry Shot that pierce the Mind;)
{A}nd Sighs (Loves Cannon charg'd with Wi{N}d;)
True Praise (That breaks through al{L} defence;)
And feign'd complying Innoc{E}nce;
But knowing where this Ambush la{Y},
She scap'd the safe, but roughest Way.
This 'tis to have been from the first
In a Domestick Heaven nurst,
Under the Discipline *SEVERE*
Of Fairfax, and the *STARRY VERE*;
Where not one object can come nigh
But pure, and spotless as the Eye;
And Goodness doth it self intail
On Females, if there want a Male.
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{STANLEY} 31 : Prob. near *STARRY VERE* ~ 1 in 23,000 ........................................
Go now fond Sex that on your Face
Do all your useless Study place,
Nor once at Vice your Brows dare knit
Lest the smooth Forehead wrinkled sit
Yet your own Face shall at you grin,
Thorough the Black-bag of your Skin;
When knowledge only could have fill'd
And Virtue all those Furows till'd.
   
Hence She with Graces more divine
Supplies beyond her Sex the Line;
And, like a sprig of Misleto,
On the Fairfacian Oak does grow;
Whence, for some universal good,
The Priest shall cut the sacred Bud;
While her glad Parents most rejoice,
And make their Destiny their Choice.
   
Mean time ye Fields, Springs, Bushes, Flow'rs,
Where yet She leads her studious Hours,
(Till Fate her worthily translates,
And find a Fairfax for our Thwaites)
Employ the means you have by Her,
And in your kind your selves preferr;
That, as all Virgins She preceds,
So you all Woods, Streams, Gardens, Meads.
   
For you Thessalian Tempe's Seat
Shall now be scorn'd as obsolete;
Aranjuez, as less, disdain'd;
The Bel-Retiro as constrain'd;
But name not the Idalian Grove,
For 'twas the Seat of wanton Love;
Much less the Deads' Elysian Fields,
Yet nor to them your Beauty yields.
   
'Tis not, what once it was, the World;
But a rude heap together hurl'd;
All negligently overthrown,
Gulfes, Deserts, Precipices, Stone.
Your lesser World contains the same.
But in more decent Order tame;
You Heaven's Center, Nature's Lap.
And Paradice's only Map.
   
But now the Salmon-Fishers moist
Their Leathern Boats begin to hoist;
And, like Antipodes in Shoes,
Have shod their Heads in their Canoos.
How Tortoise like, but not so slow,
These rational Amphibii go?
Let's in: for the dark Hemisphere
Does now like one of them appear.
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Art Neuendorffer

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