see M. N. D. iii. 2. 9, Rich. III. iv. 5. 12, "valiant crew," the very phrase here used by Dryden.

120. hostile: perhaps merely in the sense which the Latin word sometimes has = belonging to the enemy.'

122. flambeau: post-Restoration English for 'torch.'

125. another Helen. In allusion to the fact that the abduction of Helen led to the siege of Troy, and that Alexander is said to have set fire to Persepolis at the instigation of Thais: comp. Hor. Od. iii. 3.

128. organs: see note, No. II., l. 44.

129. to see Lyc. 13.

131. Could: Dryden wrote cou'd; the 7 in this word is due to the influence of should and would.

132. Cecilia: see notes on No. II.

134. enthusiast: a word of Crashaw's in Musick's Duel:
"Her little soul is ravished and so poured

Into loose ecstasies, that she is placed
Above herself, Musick's enthusiast."

135. narrow bounds, i.e. of musical expression. She "added length to solemn sounds," for the organ, having a wind-reservoir, can give a sustained note of which a stringed instrument is incapable. Pope has evidently adopted this notion in his Ode for St. Cecilia's Day:

"While in more lengthened notes, and slow,

The deep majestic solemn organs blow."

137. mother-wit... arts: similarly opposed to each other by Spenser in Mother Hubbard's Tale, I. 1136,

"For whatsoever mother-wit or arte Could worke, he put in proofe." The word 'Nature's' seems to be tautological. 139. both; Timotheus and St. Cecilia.

140. raised a mortal: see 1. 31.

141. angel see notes on No. II.

INDEX OF WRITERS.

WITH DATES OF BIRTH AND DEATH.

BEAUMONT, FRANCIS (1586-1616), 6.

CAMPION, THOMAS (c. 1567-1620), 17, 33, 59.

CAREW, THOMAS (1589-1639), 28.

COWLEY, ABRAHAM (1618-1667), 46, 53.

CRASHAW, RICHARD (1615?-1652), 19.

DRYDEN, JOHN (1631-1700), 2, 67.

FLETCHER, JOHN (1576-1625), 48.

HABINGTON, WILLIAM (1605-1654), 64.

HERBERT, GEORGE (1593-1632), 13.

HERRICK, ROBERT (1591-1674 ?), 24, 29, 34, 35, 36, 40, 55, 56.

JONSON, BEN (1574–1637), 12, 18, 32.

LOVELACE, RICHARD (1618-1658), 25, 43, 44.

MARVELL, ANDREW (1620–1678), 4, 21, 57, 58, 62.

MILTON, JOHN (1608-1674), 1, 3, 5, 9, 10, 15, 16, 27, 60, 61, 63.

NORRIS, JOHN (1657–1711), 65.

QUARLES, FRANCIS (1592–1644), 39.

SEDLEY, CHARLES (1629–1701), 22, 42.
SHIRLEY, JAMES (1596–1666), 7, 8.
SUCKLING, JOHN (1608-9-1641), 45.

VAUGHAN, HENRY (1621–1695), 14, 54, 66.

WALLER, EDMUND (1605–1687), 31, 38.

WILMOT, JOHN (1647–1680), 23.

WITHER, GEORGE (1588–1667), 47.

WOTTON, HENRY (1568–1639), 11, 26.

ANONYMOUS, 20, 30, 37, 41, 49, 50, 51, 52

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INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

Ah, Chloris! could I now but sit,

As I was walking all alane,

A sweet disorder in the dress,

Avenge, O Lord! thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones,

Awake, awake, my Lyre!

Bid me to live, and I will live,

Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy,
Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in arms,

Cyriack, whose grandsire, on the royal bench,
Daughter to that good Earl, once President,
Drink to me only with thine eyes,

E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks,
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see,

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,

From harmony, from heavenly harmony,

299

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,

Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn,

Jack and Joan, they think no ill, -
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son,
Love in thy youth, fair Maid, be wise, -
Love not me for comely grace,

Mortality, behold and fear,

69

29

42

50

22

My Love in her attire doth shew her wit,

47

O waly waly up the bank,

Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair,
See with what simplicity,
Shall I, wasting in despair,

Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes,-
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind, -
That which her slender waist confined,
The forward youth that would appear, -
The glories of our blood and state,
There is a garden in her face,

They are all gone into the world of light,
This is the month, and this the happy morn,
"Twas at the royal feast for Persia won,

Upon my lap my sovereign sits,
Victorious men of earth, no more,

With sweetest milk and sugar first,
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,

When God at first made Man,

When I consider how my light is spent,
When I survey the bright,

When Love with unconfinéd wings,

Why so pale and wan, fond lover?

Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more,
You meaner beauties of the night,

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INDEX TO THE NOTES.