Sonnet XXII: To the Same
Cyriack, this three years’ day these eyes, though clear
To outward view of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot;
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
Of sun or moon or star throughout the year,
Or man or woman. Yet I argue not
Against Heav’n’s hand or will, not bate a jot
Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer
Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask?
The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied
In liberty’s defence, my noble task,
Of which all Europe talks from side to side.
This thought might lead me through the world’s vain mask
Content, though blind, had I no better guide.
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Sonnet XV: On the Lord General Fairfax at the Siege of Colchester
Fairfax, whose name in arms through Eur… Filling each mouth with envy, or with pr… And all her jealous monarchs with amaze And rumours loud, that daunt remotest ki… Thy firm unshak’n virtue ever brings
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At a Vacation Exercise in the Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. the Latin Speeches Ended, the English Thus Began
Hail native Language, that by sinews we… Didst move my first endeavouring tongue… And mad’st imperfect words with childish… Half unpronounc’t, slide through my infa… Driving dum silence from the portal dore…
