No More Learning

It may chance good luck may send
Thee a kinsman, or a friend,
That may harbour thee, when I
With my fates neglected lie.
If thou know'st not where to dwell,
See, the fire's by: farewell.


1126. THE END OF HIS WORK.

Part of the work remains; one part is past:
And here my ship rides, having anchor cast.


1127. TO CROWN IT.

My wearied bark, O let it now be crown'd!
The haven reach'd to which I first was bound.


1128. ON HIMSELF.

The work is done: young men and maidens, set
Upon my curls the myrtle coronet
Washed with sweet ointments: thus at last I come
To suffer in the Muses' martyrdom;
But with this comfort, if my blood be shed,
The Muses will wear blacks when I am dead.

_Blacks_, mourning garments.


1129. THE PILLAR OF FAME.
Fame's pillar here, at last, we set,
Outduring marble, brass, or jet.
Charm'd and enchanted so
As to withstand the blow
Of o v e r t h r o w;
Nor shall the seas,
Or o u t r a g e s
Of storms o'erbear
What we uprear.
Tho' kingdoms fall,
This pillar never shall
Decline or waste at all;
But stand for ever by his own
Firm and well-fix'd foundation.


To his book's end this last line he'd have placed:
_Jocund his muse was, but his life was chaste_.




HIS

NOBLE NUMBERS:

_OR_,

HIS PIOUS PIECES,

Wherein (amongst other things)

he sings the Birth of his CHRIST;
and sighes for his _Saviours_ suffering
on the _Crosse_.


HESIOD.


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