Charles Cotton Poems
- The Evening Quatrains THE Day's grown old, the fainting Sun ...
- The Angler's Ballad AWAY to the brook, All your tackle out ...
- To Coelia WHEN, Coelia, must my old day set, ...
- Clepsydra WHY, let is run! who bids it stay? Let us the ...
- The Night Quatrains THE Sun is set, and gone to sleep With ...
- The Noon Quatrains THE Day grows hot, and darts his rays ...
- The Morning Quatrains THE cock has crow'd an hour ago, 'Tis...
Charles Cotton was an English poet and writer, best known for translating the work of Michel de Montaigne from the French, for his contributions to The Compleat Angler, and for the highly influential The Compleat Gamester which has been attributed to him.
He was born at Beresford Hall on the border of Derbyshire and Staffordshire. His father, Charles Cotton the Elder, was a friend of Ben Jonson, John Selden, Sire Henry Wottonand Izaak Walton. The son was apparently not sent to university, but was tutored by Ralph Rawson, one of the fellows ejected from Brasenose College, Oxford, in 1648. Cotton travelled in France and perhaps in Italy, and at the age of ... more »
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The Evening Quatrains
THE Day's grown old, the fainting Sun
Has but a little way to run,
And yet his steeds, with all his skill,
Scarce lug the chariot down the hill.
With labour spent, and thirst opprest,
Whilst they strain hard to gain the West,
From fetlocks hot drops melted light,
Which turn to meteors in the Night.
The shadows now so long do grow,
That brambles like tall cedars show,
Mole-hills seem mountains, and the ant
Appears a monstrous elephant.
A very little little flock
Shades thrice the ground that it would stock;
Whilst the small stripling ...