A Paraphrase on an Ode in Horace’s Third Book, beginning thus:— “Inclusam Danaen turris ahenea.” by Abraham Cowley
I.
A tower of brass, one would have said,
And locks, and bolts, and iron bars,
And guards as strict as in the heat of wars
Might have preserved one innocent maidenhood.
The jealous father thought he well might spare
All further jealous care;
And as he walked, to himself alone he smiled
To think how Venus’ arts he had beguiled;
And when he slept his rest was deep,
But Venus laughed to see and hear him sleep.
She taught the amorous Jove
A magical receipt in love,
Which armed him stronger and which helped him more
Than all his thunder did and his almightyship before.
II.
She taught him love’s elixir, by which art
His godhead into gold he did convert;
No guards did then his passage stay,
He passed with ease, gold was the word;
Subtle as lightning, bright, and quick, and fierce,
Gold through doors and walls did pierce;
And as that works sometimes upon the sword,
Melted the maiden dread away,
Even in the secret scabbard where it lay.
The prudent Macedonian king,
To blow up towns, a golden mine did spring;
He broke through gates with this petar,
’Tis the great art of peace, the engine ’tis of war,
And fleets and armies follow it afar;
The ensign ’tis at land, and ’tis the seaman’s scar.
III.
Let all the world slave to this tyrant be,
Creature to this disguisèd deity,
Yet it shall never conquer me.
A guard of virtues will not let it pass,
And wisdom is a tower of stronger brass.
The muses’ laurel, round my temples spread,
Does from this lightning’s force secure my head,
Nor will I lift it up so high,
As in the violent meteor’s way to lie.
Wealth for its power do we honour and adore?
The things we hate, ill fate, and death, have more.
IV.
From towns and courts, camps of the rich and great,
The vast Xerxean army, I retreat,
And to the small Laconic forces fly
Which hold the straits of poverty.
Cellars and granaries in vain we fill
With all the bounteous summer’s store:
If the mind thirst and hunger still,
The poor rich man’s emphatically poor.
Slaves to the things we too much prize,
We masters grow of all that we despise.
V.
A field of corn, a fountain, and a wood,
Is all the wealth by nature understood.
The monarch on whom fertile Nile bestows
All which that grateful earth can bear,
Deceives himself, if he suppose
That more than this falls to his share.
Whatever an estate does beyond this afford,
Is not a rent paid to the Lord;
But is a tax illegal and unjust,
Exacted from it by the tyrant lust.
Much will always wanting be,
To him who much desires. Thrice happy he
To whom the wise indulgency of Heaven,
With sparing hand but just enough has given.
Other works by Abraham Cowley:
Some works by other baroque authors
- The Kiss: A Dialogue by Robert Herrick
- His Poetry His Pillar by Robert Herrick
- His Mistress to Him at his Farewell by Robert Herrick
- His Loss by Robert Herrick
- His Last Request to Julia by Robert Herrick
- Delight in Disorder by Robert Herrick
- An Ode of the Birth of our Saviour by Robert Herrick
- AN ODE FOR BEN JONSON by Robert Herrick
- AN HYMN TO THE MUSES by Robert Herrick
- An Epitaph Upon A Virgin by Robert Herrick
- AN EPITAPH UPON A CHILD by Robert Herrick
- AMBITION by Robert Herrick
- ALL THINGS DECAY AND DIE by Robert Herrick
- A VOW TO VENUS by Robert Herrick
- A Thanksgiving to God for His House by Robert Herrick
- A Ring Presented to Julia by Robert Herrick
- A REQUEST TO THE GRACES by Robert Herrick
- A Pastoral Upon The Birth of Prince Charles: Presented to the King, and Set by Mr Nic. Laniere by Robert Herrick
- A PASTORAL SUNG TO THE KING by Robert Herrick
- A PARANAETICALL, OR ADVISIVE VERSETO HIS FRIEND, MR JOHN WICKS by Robert Herrick
- A PANEGYRIC TO SIR LEWIS PEMBERTON by Robert Herrick
- A New Year’s Gift, Sent To Sir Simeon Steward by Robert Herrick
- A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by Robert Herrick
- A MEAN IN OUR MEANS by Robert Herrick
- A Lyric to Mirth by Robert Herrick
- A HYMN TO VENUS AND CUPID by Robert Herrick
- A HYMN TO THE GRACES by Robert Herrick
- A Hymn to Love by Robert Herrick
- A HYMN TO BACCHUS by Robert Herrick
- A Dialogue Betwixt Himself and Mistress Eliza Wheeler, under the Name of Amarillis by Robert Herrick
- A COUNTRY LIFE:TO HIS BROTHER, MR THOMAS HERRICK by Robert Herrick
- A Conjuration To Electra by Robert Herrick
- A Christmas Carol, Sung to the King in the Presence at White-Hall by Robert Herrick
- A Child’s Grace by Robert Herrick
- A CANTICLE TO APOLLO by Robert Herrick
- A Bucolic Betwixt Two; Lacon and Thyrsis by Robert Herrick
- To A Young Lady. On Her Recovery From A Fever by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Written In Early Youth. The Time,–An Autumnal Evening by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Fire, Famine, And Slaughter : A War Eclogue by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Fancy In Nubibus, Or The Poet In The Clouds by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Epitaph On An Infant. by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- To A Young Lady. On Her Recovery From A Fever by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Written In Early Youth. The Time,–An Autumnal Evening by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- The Lime-tree Bower my Prison by Samuel Coleridge
- Psyche by Samuel Coleridge
- Brockley Coomb by Samuel Coleridge
- As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood (fragment) by Samuel Coleridge
- Constancy To An Ideal Object by Samuel Coleridge
- A Tombless Epitaph by Samuel Coleridge
- Cologne by Samuel Coleridge
Abraham Cowley (1618 – 1667), the Royalist Poet.Poet and essayist Abraham Cowley was born in London, England, in 1618. He displayed early talent as a poet, publishing his first collection of poetry, Poetical Blossoms (1633), at the age of 15. Cowley studied at Cambridge University but was stripped of his Cambridge fellowship during the English Civil War and expelled for refusing to sign the Solemn League and Covenant of 1644. In turn, he accompanied Queen Henrietta Maria to France, where he spent 12 years in exile, serving as her secretary. During this time, Cowley completed The Mistress (1647). Arguably his most famous work, the collection exemplifies Cowley’s metaphysical style of love poetry. After the Restoration, Cowley returned to England, where he was reinstated as a Cambridge fellow and earned his MD before finally retiring to the English countryside. He is buried at Westminster Abbey alongside Geoffrey Chaucer and Edmund Spenser. Cowley is a wonderful poet and an outstanding representative of the English baroque.