gloria relicta est.

270. _He that may sin, sins least._ Ovid, _Amor._ III. iv. 9, 10:--

Cui peccare licet, peccat minus: ipsa potestas
Semina nequitiae languidiora facit.

271. _Upon a maid that died the day she was married._ Cp. Meleager,
Anth. Pal. vii. 182:

{Ou gamon all' Aidan epinymphidion Klearista
dexato parthenias hammata lyomena;
Arti gar hesperioi nymphas epi diklisin acheun
lotoi, kai thalamon eplatageunto thyrai;
Eooi d' ololygmon anekragon, ek d' Hymenaios
sigatheis goeron phthegma metharmosato,
Hai d' autai kai phengos edadouchoun para pasto
peukai kai phthimena nerthen ephainon hodon.}

278. _To his Household Gods._ Obviously written at the time of his
ejection from his living.

283. _A Nuptial Song on Sir Clipseby Crew._ Of this Epithalamium
(written in 1625 for the marriage of Sir Clipseby Crew, knighted by
James I. at Theobald's in 1620, with Jane, daughter of Sir John
Pulteney), two manuscript versions, substantially agreeing, are
preserved at the British Museum (Harl. MS. 6917, and Add. 25, 303).
Seven verses are transcribed in these manuscripts which Herrick
afterwards saw fit to omit, and almost every verse contains variants of
importance. It is impossible to convey the effect of the earlier version
by a mere collation, and I therefore transcribe it in full, despite its
length. As before, variants and additions are printed in italics. The
numbers in brackets are those of the later version, as given in
_Hesperides_. The marginal readings are variants of Add. 25, 303, from
the Harleian manuscript.

1 [1].

"What's that we see from far? the spring of Day
Bloom'd from the East, or fair _enamell'd_ May
Blown out of April; or some new
Star fill'd with glory to our view,
Reaching at Heaven,
To add a nobler Planet to the seven?
Say or do we not descry
Some Goddess in a Cloud of Tiffany
To move, or rather the
Emerg_ing_ Venus from the sea?

2 [2].

"'Tis she! 'tis she! or else some more Divine
Enlightened substance; mark how from the shrine
Of holy Saints she paces on
_Throwing about_ Vermilion
And Amber: spice-
ing the chafte-air with fumes of Paradise.
Then come on, come on, and yield
A savour like unto a blessed field,
When the bedabbled morn
Washes the golden ears of corn.

3.

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