As glimmering stars just at th' approach of day,
Cashier'd by troops, at last all drop away.


The dress of Gabriel deserves attention:


He took for skin a cloud most soft and bright,
That e'er the mid-day sun pierced through with light;
Upon his cheeks a lively blush he spread,
Wash'd from the morning beauties' deepest red:
An harmless flatt'ring meteor shone for hair,
And fell adown his shoulders with loose care;
He cuts out a silk mantle from the skies,
Where the most sprightly azure pleased the eyes;
This he with starry vapours sprinkles all,
Took in their prime ere they grow ripe and fall;
Of a new rainbow ere it fret or fade,
The choicest piece cut out, a scarf is made.


This is a just specimen of Cowley's imagery; what might in general
expressions be great and forcible, he weakens and makes ridiculous
by branching it into small parts. That Gabriel was invested with
the softest or brightest colours of the sky, we might have been
told, and been dismissed to improve the idea in our different
proportions of conception; but Cowley could not let us go till he
had related where Gabriel got first his skin, and then his mantle,
then his lace, and then his scarf, and related it in the terms of