To The Lord Falkland

FOR HIS SAFE RETURN FROM THE NORTHERN

EXPEDITION AGAINST THE SCOTS.

Great is thy Charge, O North! be wise and just,

England commits her Falkland to thy trust;

Return him safe; Learning would rather choose

Her Bodley or her Vatican to lose:

All things that are but writ or printed there,

In his unbounded breast engraven are.

There all the sciences together meet,

And every art does all her kindred greet,

Yet justle not, nor quarrel; but as well

Agree as in some common principle.

So in an Army govern’d right, we see

(Though out of several countries rais’d it be)

That all their order and their place maintain,

The English, Dutch, the Frenchman, and the Dane:

So thousand divers species fill the air,

Yet neither crowd nor mix confus’dly there;

Beasts, houses, trees, and men together lie,

Yet enter undisturb’d into the eye.

And this great prince of knowledge is by Fate

Thrust into th’ noise and business of a state.

All virtues, and some customs of the court,

Other men’s labour, are at least his sport;

Whilst we, who can no action undertake,

Whom idleness itself might learned make;

Who hear of nothing, and as yet scarce know,

Whether the Scots in England be or no;

Pace dully on, oft tire, and often stay,

Yet see his nimble Pegasus fly away.

‘Tis Nature’s fault, who did thus partial grow,

And her estate of wit on one bestow;

Whilst we, like younger brothers, get at best

But a small stock, and must work out the rest.

How could he answer’t, should the state think fit

To question a monopoly of wit?

Such is the man whom we require the same

We lent the North; untouch’d, as is his fame.

He is too good for war, and ought to be

As far from danger, as from fear he’s free.

Those men alone (and those are useful too)

Whose valour is the only art they know,

Were for sad war and bloody battles born;

Let them the state defend, and he adorn.

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• Sonnet 133: Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 131: Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 130: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
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• Sonnet 129: Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• The Eolian Harp by Samuel Taylor Coleridge by Fledermaus
• Sonnet 32: If thou survive my well-contented day by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 31: Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 2: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 29: When in disgrace with Fortune and men’s eyes by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 28: How can I then return in happy plight by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 26: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 25: Let those who are in favour with their stars by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 23: As an unperfect actor on the stage by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am old by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 21: So is it not with me as with that muse by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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