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 43: When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 42: That thou hast her, it is not all my grief by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 41: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
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• Sonnet 37: As a decrepit father takes delight by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 36: Let me confess that we two must be twain by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 35: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
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• Sonnet 74: But be contented when that fell arrest by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
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