水铝英石。不合时宜的人,雕像的冰,什么could to countries solitude entice Thee, in this year's cold and decrepit time ? Nature's instinct draws to the warmer clime Even smaller birds, who by that courage dare In numerous fleets sail through their sea, the air. What delicacy can in fields appear, Whilst Flora herself doth a frieze jerkin wear ? Whilst winds do all the trees and hedges strip Of leaves, to furnish rods enough to whip Thy madness from thee, and all springs by frost Have taken cold, and their sweet murmurs lost? If thou thy faults or fortunes wouldst lament With just solemnity, do it in Lent. At court the spring already advanced is, The sun stays longer up ; and yet not his The glory is ; far other, other fires. First, zeal to prince and state, then love's desires Burn in one breast, and like heaven's two great lights, The first doth govern days, the other, nights. And then that early light which did appear Before the sun and moon created were, The princes favour is diffused o'er all, From which all fortunes, names, and natures fall. Then from those wombs of stars, the bride's bright eyes, At every glance, a constellation flies, And sows the court with stars, and doth prevent In light and power, the all-eyed firmament. First her eyes kindle other ladies' eyes, Then from their beams their jewels' lustres rise, And from their jewels torches do take fire, And all is warmth, and light, and good desire. Most other courts, alas ! are like to hell, Where in dark places, fire without light doth dwell ; Or but like stoves ; for lust and envy get Continual, but artificial heat. Here zeal and love grown one all clouds digest, And make our court an everlasting east. And canst thou be from thence ? IDIOS. No, I am there ; As heaven?to men disposed?is everywhere, So are those courts, whose princes animate Not only all their house but all their state. Let no man think, because he's full, he hath all. Kings?as their pattern, God?are liberal Not only in fullness, but capacity, Enlarging narrow men to feel and see, And comprehend the blessings they bestow. So, reclused hermits oftentimes do know More of heaven's glory than a worldling can. As man is of the world, the heart of man Is an epitome of God's great book Of creatures, and man need no farther look ; So is the country of courts, where sweet peace doth, As their one common soul, give life to both ; And am I then from court ? ALLOPHANES. Dreamer, thou art : Think'st thou, fantastic, that thou hast a part In the Indian fleet, because thou hast A little spice or amber in thy taste ? Because thou art not frozen, art thou warm ? Seest thou all good, because thou seest no harm ? The earth doth in her inner bowels hold Stuff well-disposed, and which would fain be gold ; But never shall, except it chance to lie So upward, that heaven gild it with his eye. As, for divine things, faith comes from above, So, for best civil use, all tinctures move From higher powers ; from God religion springs, Wisdom and honour from the use of kings : Then unbeguile thyself, and know with me, That angels, though on earth employ'd they be, Are still in heaven, so is he still at home That doth abroad to honest actions come. Chide thyself then, O fool, which yesterday Mightst have read more than all thy books bewray ; Hast thou a history, which doth present A court, where all affections do assent Unto the king's, and that that king's are just ; And where it is no levity to trust ; Where there is no ambition, but to obey ; Where men need whisper nothing, and yet may ; Where the king's favours are so placed, that all Find that the king therein is liberal To them, in him, because his favours bend To virtue, to the which they all pretend ? Thou hast no such ; yet here was this, and more. An earnest lover, wise then, and before, Our little Cupid hath sued livery, And is no more in his minority ; He is admitted now into that breast Where the king's counsels and his secrets rest. What hast thou lost, O ignorant man ? IDIOS. I knew All this, and only therefore I withdrew. To know and feel all this, and not to have Words to express it, makes a man a grave Of his own thoughts ; I would not therefore stay At a great feast, having no grace to say. And yet I 'scaped not here ; for being come Full of the common joy, I utter'd some. Read then this nuptial song, which was not made Either the court or men's hearts to invade ; But since I am dead and buried, I could frame No epitaph, which might advance my fame So much as this poor song, which testifies I did unto that day some sacrifice. I. THE TIME OF THE MARRIAGE. Thou art reprieve