TO THE IMMORTAL MEMORY AND FRIENDSHIP OF THAT NOBLE PAIR, SIR LUCIUS
CARY AND SIR H. MORISON                                           #54

THE TURN

         Brave infant of Saguntum, clear
       Thy coming forth in that great year,
   When the prodigious Hannibal did crown
   His rage with razing your immortal town.
        Thou looking then about,
         Ere thou wert half got out,
       Wise child, didst hastily return,
       And mad'st thy mother's womb thine urn.
   How summ'd a circle didst thou leave mankind
  Of deepest lore, could we the centre find!

THE COUNTER-TURN

        Did wiser nature draw thee back,
      From out the horror of that sack;
  Where shame, faith, honour, and regard of right,
  Lay trampled on? The deeds of death and night
        Urg'd, hurried forth, and hurl'd
        Upon th' affrighted world;
      Sword, fire and famine with fell fury met,
      And all on utmost ruin set:
  As, could they but life's miseries foresee,
  No doubt all infants would return like thee.

THE STAND

    For what is life, if measur'd by the space,
        Not by the act?
  Or masked man, if valu'd by his face,
        Above his fact?
        Here's one outliv'd his peers
        And told forth fourscore years:
      He vexed time, and busied the whole state;
        Troubled both foes and friends;
        But ever to no ends:
      What did this stirrer but die late?
  How well at twenty had he fall'n or stood!
  For three of his four score he did no good.

THE TURN

        He enter'd well, by virtuous parts
      Got up, and thriv'd with honest arts;
  He purchas'd friends, and fame, and honours then,
  And had his noble name advanc'd with men;
        But weary of that flight,
        He stoop'd in all men's sight
      To sordid flatteries, acts of strife,
      And sunk in that dead sea of life,
  So deep, as he did then death's waters sup,
  But that the cork of title buoy'd him up.

THE COUNTER-TURN

        Alas, but Morison fell young!
      He never fell,--thou fall'st, my tongue.
  He stood, a soldier to the last right end,
  A perfect patriot and a noble friend;
        But most, a virtuous son.
        All offices were done
      By him, so ample, full, and round,
      In weight, in measure, number, sound,
  As, though his age imperfect might appear,
  His life was of humanity the sphere.

THE STAND

    Go now, and tell out days summ'd up with fears,
        And make them years;
  Produce thy mass of miseries on the stage,
        To swell thine age;
        Repeat of things a throng,
        To show thou hast been long,
      Not liv'd; for life doth her great actions spell,
        By what was done and wrought
        In season, and so brought
      To light: her measures are, how well
  Each syllabe answer'd, and was form'd, how fair;
  These make the lines of life, and that's her air.

THE TURN

        It is not growing like a tree
        In bulk, doth make men better be;
  Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
  To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear:
        A lily of a day
        Is fairer far, in May,
      Although it fall and die that night,
      It was the plant and flower of light.
  In small proportions we just beauties see;
  And in short measures life may perfect be.

THE COUNTER-TURN

        Call, noble Lucius, then, for wine,
      And let thy looks with gladness shine;
  Accept this garland, plant it on thy head,
  And think, nay know, thy Morison's not dead.
        He leap'd the present age,
        Possest with holy rage,
      To see that bright eternal day;
      Of which we priests and poets say
  Such truths as we expect for happy men;
  And there he lives with memory, and Ben

THE STAND

    Jonson, who sung this of him, ere he went
        Himself, to rest,
  Or taste a part of that full joy he meant
        To have exprest,
        In this bright asterism,
        Where it were friendship's schism,
      Were not his Lucius long with us to tarry,
        To separate these twi{\-}
       Lights, the Dioscuri,
      And keep the one half from his Harry.
  But fate doth so alternate the design,
  Whilst that in heav'n, this light on earth must shine.

THE TURN

       And shine as you exalted are;
      Two names of friendship, but one star:
  Of hearts the union, and those not by chance
   Made, or indenture, or leas'd out t' advance
         The profits for a time.
         No pleasures vain did chime,
       Of rhymes, or riots, at your feasts,
       Orgies of drink, or feign'd protests;
   But simple love of greatness and of good,
   That knits brave minds and manners more than blood.

THE COUNTER-TURN

         This made you first to know the why
       You lik'd, then after, to apply
   That liking; and approach so one the t'other
   Till either grew a portion of the other;
         Each styled by his end,
         The copy of his friend.
       You liv'd to be the great surnames
       And titles by which all made claims
   Unto the virtue: nothing perfect done,
   But as a Cary or a Morison.

THE STAND

     And such a force the fair example had,
         As they that saw
   The good and durst not practise it, were glad
         That such a law
         Was left yet to mankind;
         Where they might read and find
       Friendship, indeed, was written not in words:
         And with the heart, not pen,
        Of two so early men,
       Whose lines her rolls were, and records;
   Who, ere the first down bloomed on the chin,
   Had sow'd these fruits, and got the harvest in
                                --Ben Jonson                                   CLICK FOR EXAMPLE #55
                                    -
CHOOSE (CLICK ON) THE CORRECT NAME FOR THE EXAMPLE ABOVE
blank verse closed heroic couplet open heroic couplet
enjambed heroic couplets tetrameter couplets longer couplets
tercet triplet terza rima
ballad stanza, common measure long measure short measure
In Memoriam stanza Rubaiyat stanza heroic quatrains
longer quatrains rhymed abab quatrains rhymed aabb nonce quatrains
mad song stanza Venus and Adonis stanza rime royal
ottava rima Monk's Tale stanza Spenserian stanza
Keats ode stanza canzone form nonce five-line stanza
nonce six-line stanza nonce seven-line stanza nonce eight-line stanza

 
Petrarchan (Italian) sonnet Shakespearean (English) sonnet Spenserian sonnet
Miltonic sonnet nonce 14-line sonnet 16- or 18-line sonnet
ballade sestina villanelle
rondeau, roundel triolet cinquain
haiku tanka pantoum
Horatian ode Pindaric ode homostrophic ode
irregular ode literary madrigal literary cantatas and hymns
clerihew limerick double dactyl