If that Philosopher, which did avow The world to be but Motes, was living now: He would affirme that th' _Atomes_ of his mould 35 Were they in severall bodies blended, would Produce new worlds of _Travellers_, _Divines_, Of _Linguists_, _Poets_: sith these severall _lines_ In him concentred were, and flowing thence Might fill againe the worlds _Circumference_. 40 I could beleeve this too; and yet my faith Not want a _President_: The _Phœnix_ hath (And such was He) a power to animate Her ashes, and herselfe perpetuate. But, busie Soule, thou dost not well to pry 45 Into these Secrets; _Griefe_, and _Iealousie_, The more they know, the further still advance, And finde no way so safe as _Ignorance_. Let this suffice thee, that his _Soule_ which flew A pitch of all admir'd, known but of few, 50 (Save those of purer mould) is now translated From Earth to Heaven, and there _Constellated_. For, if each _Priest_ of God shine as a _Starre_, His _Glory_ is as his _Gifts_, 'bove others farre. HEN. VALENTINE. _An Elegie upon D^{r}_ Donne. Is _Donne_, great _Donne_ deceas'd? then England say Thou 'hast lost a man where language chose to stay And shew it's gracefull power. I would not praise That and his vast wit (which in these vaine dayes Make many proud) but as they serv'd to unlock 5 That Cabinet, his minde: where such a stock Of knowledge was repos'd, as all lament (Or should) this generall cause of discontent. And I rejoyce I am not so severe, But (as I write a line) to weepe a teare 10 For his decease; Such sad extremities May make such men as I write _Elegies_. And wonder not; for, when a generall losse Falls on a nation, and they slight the crosse, God hath rais'd _Prophets_ to awaken them 15 From stupifaction; witnesse my milde pen, Not us'd to upbraid the world, though now it must Freely and boldly, for, the cause is just. Dull age, Oh I would spare thee, but th'art worse, Thou art not onely dull, but hast a curse 20 Of black ingratitude; if not, couldst thou Part with _miraculous Donne_, and make no vow For thee and thine, successively to pay A sad remembrance to his dying day? Did his youth scatter _Poetrie_, wherein 25 Was all Philosophie? Was every sinne, Character'd in his _Satyres_? made so foule That some have fear'd their shapes, and kept their soule Freer by reading verse? Did he give _dayes_ Past marble monuments, to those, whose praise 30 He would perpetuate? Did hee (I feare The dull will doubt:) these at his twentieth yeare? But, more matur'd: Did his full soule conceive, And in harmonious-holy-numbers weave [Sidenote: _La Corona._]