Welcome thou art to me,
And to these regions of serenity!
Welcome, the wingèd choir resounds,
100While with loud Euge's all the sacred place abounds.
On the Death of the Earl of Ossory.] Thomas Butler (1634-80), by courtesy Earl of Ossory, though not exactly a Marcellus (for he was forty-six when he died), holds a distinguished place among those who have died too soon. He was a soldier, a sailor, a statesman; if not an orator, an effective speaker; and though no milksop or 'good boy', one emphatically, 'of the right sort'. The excellent first line (see Introduction) is well supported by the whole opening quatrain; and it has been left, typographically, as it appears in the original. The rest may undergo the usual law. The poem was first issued in folio in 1681: 'be' was read for 'grow' in l. 63.
58 The French rhyme, as if 'désir', is not uninteresting.
To the Memory of the Incomparable Orinda.
Pindaric Ode.