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 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 70: That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 6: Then let not winter’s ragged hand deface by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
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• Sonnet 68: Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 67: Ah, wherefore with infection should he live by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 66: Tired with all these, for restful death I cry by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 64: When I have seen by Time’s fell hand defaced by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 61: Is it thy will thy image should keep open by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 5: Those hours, that with gentle work did frame by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 58: That god forbid, that made me first your slave by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 57: Being your slave, what should I do but tend by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 56: Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 55: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
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