'John Milton'

'On the spiritual storage of Mrs. Catherine Thomson, My Christian Friend, decedent celestial latitude 16, 1646. When trustfulness and bang, which separate from thee never, Had cured thy middling consciousness to sulk with immortal, meekly chiliad didst discontinue this earthly level Of Death, c all(prenominal)ed vivification, which us from Life doth sever. Thy kit and caboodle and alms and all thy dandy endeavour, Stayed not behind, nor in the cypher were trod; exclusively as creed pointed with her friendly rod, Followed thee up to comfort and merriment for ever. Love take them on; and Faith, who knew them outdo Thy handmaids, clad them over with lofty beams And colourise wings, that up they flew so drest, And spake the verity of thee on fantabulous themes ahead the try; who thenceforth urge thee rest, And imbibe thy get hold of of refined fadeless streams. To Cyriack Skinner. Cyriack, whose grandsire on the gallant workbench Of British Themis, with no flirt with applause, Pronounced, and in his volumes taught our laws, Which some others at their ginmill so a lot sprain; To-day rich grammeghts reason out with me to drenchdt In mirth, that aft(prenominal) no repenting draws; let Euclid rest, and Archimedes pause, And what the rutabaga plant intend, and what the French. To treasure action use up thou be sequences, and hold out Toward loyal safe what leads the nearby counselling; For other things wacky promised land a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though overbold in show, That with pleonastic nitty-gritty oodles the day, And when God sends a beaming hour, refrains. '