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And in their Lord's advancement grow,

But in no memory were seen.

As under this, so straight and green ;

Yet now no farther strive to shoot,

Contented, if they fix their root,

Nor to the wind's uncertain gust,

Their prudent heads too far intrust.

Only sometimes a flutt'ring breeze

Discourses with the breathing trees,

Which in their modest whispers name

Those acts which swell'd the cheeks of Fame.

" Much other groves," say they, " than these,

** And other hills, him once did please.

" Through groves of pikes he thunder'd then,

" And mountains rais'd of dying men.

" For all the civic garlands due

^ To him, our branches are but few ;

" Nor are our trunks enough to bear

" The trophies of one fertile year. "

*Ti8 true, ye trees, nor ever spoke

More certain oracles in oak ;

But peace, if you his favour prize !

That courage its own praises flies :



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Therefore to your obscurer feats,
From his own brightness lie retreats ;
Nor he the hills, without the groves.
Nor height, but with retirement, loves.



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OP MARVELL.



APPLETON HOUSE. *

TO THE LORD FAIRFAX.

Within this sober frame expect

"Work of no foreign architect,

That unto caves the quarries drew.

And forests did to pastures hew ;

Who, of his great design in pain, >

Did for a model vault his brain ;

Whose columns should so high be rais'd,

To arch the brows which on them gaz'd.

Why should, of all things, man, unruFd,

Such unproportion*d dwellings build ?
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The beasts are by their dens expressed,

And birds contrive an equal nest ;

The low-roof *d tortoises do dwell

In cases fit of tortoise-shell ;

No creature loves an empty space ; is

Their bodies measure out their place.

* A house of the Lord Fairfax, in Yorkshire, now called
Nun-^Appleton.



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But he, superfluously spread,

Demands more room alive than dead ;

And in his hollow palace goes,

Where winds, as he, themselves may lose.

What need of all this marble crust.

To impark the wanton mole of dust.

That thinks by breadth the world to unite,

Though the first builders failed in height ?

But all things are composed here,

Like nature, orderly, and near ;

In which we the dimensions find

Of that more sober age and mind,

When larger-sized men did stoop

To enter at a narrow loop,

As practising, in doors so strait,

To strain themselves through heaven's gate.

And surely, when the after-age

Shall hither come in pilgrimage,

These sacred places to adore.

By Verb and Fairfax trod before,

Men will dispute how their extent

Within such dwarfish confines went.

And some will smile at this, as well

As Romulus's bee-like cell.

Humility alone designs

Those short but admirable lines.

By which, ungirt and unconstrained,

Things greater are in less contained.

Let others vainly strive to immure

The circle in the quadmture !



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OF MARYELL.

These holy mathematics can
In every figure equal man.
Yet thus tlie laden house does sweat,
And scarce endures the master great :
But, where he comes, the swelling hall
Stirs, and the square grows spherical ;
More by his magnitude distressed,
Than he is by its straitness pressed :
And too officiously it slights.