Waltoniana: Inedited Remains in Verse and Prose of Izaak Walton

Name: Waltoniana: Inedited Remains in Verse and Prose of Izaak Walton
Author: Walton, Izaak

Walton, Izaak

English literature

A friend of mine,
  And one that's worthy to be thine:
  A Civil _Swain_, that knows his times
  For business, and that done makes Rhymes;
  But not till then: my Friend's a man
  Lov'd by the Muses; dear to _Pan_:
  He blest him with a chearful heart:
  And they with this sharp wit and Art,
  Which he so tempers, as no _Swain_,
  That's loyal, does or mould complain.

                DORUS.

  I wou'd fain see him:

                DAMAN.

                       _Go with me_
  Dorus, _to yonder_ broad beech-tree,
 _There we shall meet him and_ Phillis,
  Perrigot, _and_ Amaryllis,
  Tityrus, _and his dear_ Clora,
  Tom _and_ Will, _and their_ Pastora:
 _There wee'l dance, shake hands and sing_,
  We have our Laws,
         _God bless the King_.
                            IZ. WALTON.


FOOTNOTES

[1] Have sung with mirth and merry-gle:--1661.


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        TO MY REVEREND FRIEND THE AUTHOR
                OF THE SYNAGOGUE.

                      1661.




[The Synagogue, or The Shadow of the Temple. Sacred Poems and Private
Ejaculations. In imitation of Mr. George Herbert. The fourth Edition
corrected and enlarged. London, Printed for Philemon Stephens, at the
guilded Lyon in St. Pauls Churchyard, 1661. p. 67.]



_To my Reverend Friend the Author of the Synagogue._

Sir,

    I lov'd you for your Synagogue, before
    I knew your person; but now love you more;
        Because I find
    It is so true a picture of your mind:
        Which tunes your sacred lyre
        To that eternal quire;
        Where holy _Herbert_ fits
        (O shame to prophane wits)
    And sings his and your Anthems, to the praise
    Of Him that is the first and last of daies.

    These holy Hymns had an Ethereal birth:
    For they can raise sad souls above the earth
        And fix them there
    Free from the worlds anxieties and fear.
       _Herbert_ and you have pow'r
        To do this: ev'ry hour
        I read you kills a sin,
        Or lets a vertue in
    To fight against it; and the Holy Ghost
    Supports my frailties, lest the day be lost.

    This holy war, taught by your happy pen,
    The Prince of Peace approves. When we poor men
        Neglect our arms,
    W'are circumvested with a world of harms.
        But I will watch, and ward,
        And stand upon my guard,
        And still consult with you,
        And _Herbert_, and renew
    My vows; and say, Well fare his, and your heart,
    The fountains of such sacred wit and art.
                                           IZ. WA.


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           EPITAPH ON HIS SECOND WIFE,
                    ANNE KEN.

                      1662.




[In Worcester Cathedral. The event is thus recorded by Walton in his
Family Prayer-Book: "Anne Walton dyed the 17th of April, about one o'clock
in that night, and was buried in the Virgin Mary's Chapel, in the
cathedral in Worcester, the 20th day."]

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