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            <p>
               <figure>
                  <head>Mrs. Elizabeth Rowe.</head>
               </figure>
            </p>
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         <div type="title_page">
            <pb facs="tcp:99846:1"/>
            <p>POEMS
On Several
OCCASIONS.</p>
            <p>Written by
<hi>Philomela.</hi>
            </p>
            <p>
               <hi>LONDON:</hi>
Printed for <hi>Iohn Dunton</hi> at the <hi>Raven</hi>
in <hi>Iewen-street.</hi> 1696.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="preface">
            <pb facs="tcp:99846:2"/>
            <pb facs="tcp:99846:2"/>
            <head>Preface
TO THE
READER.</head>
            <p>THE <hi>occasion</hi> of this
<hi>Preface</hi> is, to give
the World some ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>count
of the <hi>Author</hi>
of these <hi>Poems,</hi> as far as I'm
permitted to do it: An
Employment I the more wil<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lingly
chuse, because <hi>our Sex</hi>
has some Excuse for a little
<hi>Vanity,</hi> when they have so
good <hi>Reason</hi> for't, and such
a <hi>Champion</hi> among themselves,
as not many of the <hi>other</hi> can
<pb facs="tcp:99846:3"/>
boast of. We are not un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>willing
to allow Mankind
the <hi>Brutal Advantages</hi> of
<hi>Strength,</hi> they are Superior
to ours in <hi>Force,</hi> they have
<hi>Custom</hi> of their side, and <hi>have
Ruled,</hi> and are like to do so,
and may freely do it without
<hi>Disturbance</hi> or <hi>Envy;</hi> at least
they should have none from
us, if they cou'd but keep
<hi>quiet</hi> among <hi>themselves.</hi> But
when they wou'd Monopo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lize
<hi>Sence</hi> too, when neither
that, nor Learning, nor so
much as <hi>Wit</hi> must be allow'd
us, but all <hi>over-rul'd</hi> by the
<hi>Tyranny</hi> of the <hi>Prouder Sex;</hi>
nay, when some of 'em won't
let us say our <hi>Souls</hi> are our
<hi>own,</hi> but wou'd perswade us
we are no more <hi>Reasonable
Creatures</hi> then themselves, or
their <hi>Fellow-Animals;</hi> we then
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must ask their Pardons if we
are not yet so <hi>Compleatly pos<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sive</hi>
as to bear all without so
much as a <hi>murmur:</hi> We
complain, and we think with
reason, that our <hi>Fundamental
Constitutions</hi> are destroyed;
that here's a plain and an open
design to render us meer
<hi>Slaves,</hi> perfect <hi>Turkish Wives,</hi>
without <hi>Properties,</hi> or <hi>Sense,</hi>
or <hi>Souls;</hi> and are forc'd to
Protest against it, and appeal
to all the World, whether
these are not <hi>notorious</hi> Viola<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tions
on the <hi>Liberties of Free-born
English Women?</hi> This
makes the <hi>Meekest Worm</hi> a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mongst
us all, ready to turn
agen when we are thus <hi>tram<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pled</hi>
on; But alas! What
can we do to <hi>Right</hi> our selves?
<hi>stingless</hi> and <hi>harmless</hi> as we
are, we can only <hi>Kiss</hi> the
<pb facs="tcp:99846:4"/>
               <hi>Foot</hi> that <hi>hurts</hi> us. Howe<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ver,
sometimes it pleases
Heaven to raise up some
<hi>Brighter. Genius</hi> then ordina<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry
to Succour a Distressed
People—; an <hi>Epaminondas</hi> in
<hi>Thebes;</hi> a <hi>Timoleon</hi> for <hi>Co<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>rinth;</hi>
(for you must know
we Read <hi>Plutarch</hi> now 'tis
Translated) and a <hi>Nassaw</hi> for
<hi>all the World:</hi> Nor is our
<hi>Defenceless Sex</hi> forgotten—we
have not only <hi>Bunduca's</hi> and
<hi>Zenobia's,</hi> but <hi>Sappho's,</hi> and
<hi>Behn's</hi> and <hi>Schurman's,</hi> and
<hi>Orinda's,</hi> who have <hi>humbled.</hi>
the most haughty of our An<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tagonists,
and made 'em
do Homage to our <hi>Wit,</hi> as
well as our <hi>Beauty.</hi> 'Tis
true, their Mischievous and
Envious <hi>sex</hi> have made it
their utmost endeavours to
deal with us, as <hi>Hannibal</hi>
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was serv'd at <hi>Capua,</hi> and
to <hi>Corrupt</hi> that <hi>Virtue</hi> which
they can no otherwise <hi>over<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>come:</hi>
and sometimes they
prevail'd: But, if some <hi>An<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>gels</hi>
fell, others remain'd in
their <hi>Innocence</hi> and <hi>Perfecti<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>on,</hi>
if there were not also
some <hi>addition</hi> made to their
<hi>Happiness</hi> and <hi>Glory,</hi> by their
continuing stedfast. <hi>Angels
Love,</hi> but they love <hi>Virtu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ously</hi>
and <hi>Reasonably,</hi> and
neither err in the <hi>Object,</hi> nor
the <hi>Manner:</hi> And if all our
<hi>Poetesses</hi> had done the same,
I wonder what our <hi>Enemies</hi>
cou'd have found out to
have objected against us:
However, here they are <hi>si<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lenc'd;</hi>
and <hi>I</hi> dare be bold
to say, that whoever does
not come extreamly preju<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>dic'd
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to these <hi>Poems,</hi> will
find in 'em that <hi>vivacity</hi> of
Thought, that <hi>purity</hi> of Lan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>guage,
that <hi>softness</hi> and <hi>deli<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cacy</hi>
in the <hi>Love-part,</hi> that
<hi>strength</hi> and <hi>Majesty</hi> of Num<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bers
almost every where,
especially on <hi>Heroical</hi> Sub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>jects,
and that clear and un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>affected
<hi>Love</hi> to <hi>Virtue;</hi> that
heighth of <hi>Piety</hi> and warmth
of <hi>Devotion</hi> in the <hi>Canticles,</hi>
and other Religious Pieces;
which they will hardly find
exceeded in the best <hi>Authors</hi>
on those Different Kinds
of Writing, much less e<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quall'd
by any single Wri<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ter.</p>
            <p>And now I have nothing
more, I think, lies upon my
Hands, but to assure the
<pb facs="tcp:99846:5"/>
               <hi>Reader,</hi> that they were actu<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ally
Writ by <hi>a young Lady,</hi>
(all, but some of the An<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>swers,
as is well-known to
some Persons of Quality and
Worth) whose NAME had
been prefix'd, had not her
own <hi>Modesty</hi> absolutely for<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bidden
it.</p>
            <p>The way of <hi>Thinking</hi> and
<hi>Writing</hi> is all along the same,
only varying with the Sub<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ject;
and the Whole so very
<hi>agreeable</hi> a <hi>mixture,</hi> that un<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>less
<hi>Philaret</hi> and my Self, who
have the Honour to be her
<hi>Friends,</hi> and who perswaded
her to Publish this <hi>First Vo<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lume,</hi>
are very partial, 'tis
more than probable, they
will meet with so favoura<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ble
a Reception with the
<pb facs="tcp:99846:6"/>
Pious and Ingenious <hi>Reader,</hi>
that we may e're long prevail
with Her to oblige the <hi>World</hi>
with a <hi>Second Part,</hi> no way
inferior to the former.</p>
            <closer>
               <dateline>Hardings-Rents, <date>May 10th 1696.</date>
               </dateline>
               <signed>Elizabeth Iohnson.</signed>
            </closer>
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         <div type="dedication">
            <pb facs="tcp:99846:6"/>
            <head>To The
AUTHOR
Of these
POEMS,
Known only by Report, and by Her
WORKS.</head>
            <lg>
               <l>NO—'tis in vain—attempt not to <hi>persuade!</hi>
               </l>
               <l>They were not, cou'd not be by <hi>Woman</hi> made:</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Each</hi> Thought <hi>so</hi> strong, <hi>so</hi> finish'd <hi>every</hi> Line,</l>
               <l>All o'r we see so <hi>rich</hi> a <hi>Genius shine;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>O more then <hi>Man,</hi> we Cry, <hi>O Workmanship Divine!</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Courtly <hi>the</hi> Stile <hi>as</hi> Wallers, clear, <hi>and</hi> neat,</l>
               <l>Not <hi>Cowley's Sence</hi> more Beautiful, or <hi>great:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
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                  <hi>Numerous</hi> the <hi>verse,</hi> as <hi>Drydens flowing strain;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Smooth</hi> as the <hi>Thames,</hi> yet <hi>Copious</hi> as the Main.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>But when the Author Royal <hi>Mary</hi> mourns,</l>
               <l>Or in soft Fires for <hi>gay Orestes</hi> burns</l>
               <l>Agen, <hi>our sexes Pride</hi> is undeceiv'd:</l>
               <l>A <hi>Soul</hi> so <hi>Soft</hi> in <hi>Man</hi> yet never liv'd.</l>
               <l>In vain, alas in vain our <hi>Fate</hi> we <hi>shun;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>We <hi>Read,</hi> and <hi>Sigh,</hi> and <hi>Love,</hi> and are <hi>undon:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Circaean</hi> charms, and <hi>Female Arts</hi> we prove,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Transported</hi> all to some <hi>New World</hi> of <hi>Love.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>"Now our <hi>Ears tingle,</hi> and each thick-drawn- <hi>Breath</hi>
               </l>
               <l>"Comes <hi>hard,</hi> as in the <hi>Agonys of Death:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>"Back to the <hi>panting Heart</hi> the <hi>purple Rivers flow,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>"Our <hi>Swimming</hi> Eyes, to see, our <hi>Feet</hi> unlearn to goe:</l>
               <l>
                  <pb facs="tcp:99846:7"/>"In every <hi>trembling Nerve</hi> a short-liv'd <hi>Palsy</hi> reigns,</l>
               <l>"Strange <hi>Feavers boyl</hi> our <hi>Blood, yet shudder</hi> thro' our <hi>Veins,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Tyrannous Charmer hold<gap reason="illegible: indecipherable" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap> our <hi>Sence,</hi> our <hi>Souls</hi> restore!</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Monopolize</hi> not <hi>Love,</hi> nor make the <hi>World adore!</hi>
               </l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Can <hi>Heavenly minds</hi> be <hi>angry! can</hi> she frown?</l>
               <l>What <hi>Thunders</hi> has one <hi>eager Thought pull'd down?</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Diana</hi> thus by the bold <hi>Hunter</hi> found,</l>
               <l>Instead of <hi>Darts,</hi> shot angry <hi>Blushes round.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>O <hi>Goddess</hi> Spare—all <hi>white</hi> as Cyprias <hi>Dove</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Is thy <hi>untarnisht Soul,</hi> and Loves as <hi>Angels</hi> Love;</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Honour</hi> and <hi>Virtue</hi> each <hi>wild-wish</hi> repel,</l>
               <l>And <hi>doubly sink</hi> 'em to their <hi>Native Hell.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Saints</hi> may by thee their <hi>holiest Thoughts</hi> refine,</l>
               <l>And <hi>Vestal-Virgin's dress</hi> their <hi>Souls</hi> by <hi>thine,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <pb facs="tcp:99846:8"/>Sure none but you such <hi>Passion,</hi> cou'd, <hi>restrain;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>None ever <hi>Lov'd</hi> like <hi>you,</hi> and <hi>Lov'd</hi> in <hi>vain.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>What <hi>Age</hi> can equal, what <hi>Historian</hi> find</l>
               <l>Such <hi>Tenderness,</hi> with so much <hi>Duty</hi> joyn'd?</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Sappho</hi> and <hi>Behn reform'd,</hi> in thee revive,</l>
               <l>In thee we see the <hi>Chast Orinda</hi> live.</l>
               <l>Thy works express thy <hi>Soul</hi> we read thee there,</l>
               <l>Not thine <gap reason="illegible: bleedthrough" extent="1 word">
                     <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                  </gap> 
                  <hi>Pencil</hi> draws more <hi>like,</hi> or <hi>fair.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>As <hi>Flowers</hi> steal <hi>unobserv'd</hi> from Natures Bed,</l>
               <l>And <hi>silent sweets</hi> around profusely <hi>shed,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>So you in <hi>Secret shades</hi> unknown unseen</l>
               <l>Commence at once a <hi>Muse,</hi> and <hi>Heroine.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Yet you're in <hi>vain unknown,</hi> in vain wou'd shrow'd</l>
               <l>That <hi>Sun,</hi> which shines too <hi>bright t'</hi> endure a <hi>cloud.</hi>
               </l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
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               <l>
                  <hi>Prepare</hi> then for that <hi>Fame</hi> which you <hi>despise!</hi>
               </l>
               <l>But when you're <hi>seen</hi> still <hi>hide,</hi> O <hi>hide</hi> your <hi>Eyes!</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Love <hi>Vertue,</hi> and adorn't still let us <hi>see</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Such <hi>Wit</hi> and <hi>Beauty</hi> joyn'd with <hi>Piety.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Let <hi>Heaven</hi> and Heaven's <hi>Vicegerent</hi> always share</l>
               <l>Your noblest <hi>Thoughts,</hi> and your most <hi>Dutious care.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>WILLIAM's</hi> a <hi>Name,</hi> you're <hi>Fated</hi> to Record;</l>
               <l>No <hi>Pen</hi> but yours can <hi>match</hi> the <hi>Heroes Sword.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>If yon <hi>ASSOCIATE</hi> too, you'll <hi>guard</hi> Him (more</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then all the Loyal Myriads gon before.</l>
               <l>Let harden'd Traitors know what 'tis to' abuse</l>
               <l>The Patience of a <hi>King</hi> and of a <hi>Muse.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Let 'em no more a Monarch's <hi>Justice</hi> dare,</l>
               <l>Draw off his side, at once, and <hi>END THE WAR!</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
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                  <hi>These</hi> just, <hi>tho'</hi> poor Acknowledgments <hi>I send,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>From <hi>distant Shades,</hi> to Heav'ns and Cesars <hi>Friend:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Those but <hi>debase,</hi> who <hi>weakly</hi> strive to <hi>raise,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>You'll ne're grow</hi> vain with—'<hi>s</hi> humble praise.</l>
            </lg>
         </div>
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            <pb facs="tcp:99846:9"/>
            <head>THE Contents.</head>
            <pb facs="tcp:99846:10"/>
            <pb facs="tcp:99846:10"/>
            <head>THE
Contents.</head>
            <p>TO the <hi>Author</hi> of these <hi>Poems,</hi>
known only by Report, and by her
Works.</p>
            <list>
               <label>Platonick <hi>Love</hi>
               </label>
               <item>Page 1</item>
               <label>
                  <hi>Humane</hi> Love, by a Countrey Gentleman,
in Answer to <hi>Platonick</hi> Love</label>
               <item>3</item>
               <label>To Mr.—on his Poem</label>
               <item>5</item>
               <label>To Mrs. <hi>Mary Friend,</hi> knowing her but
by Report</label>
               <item>7</item>
               <label>
                  <hi>Paraphrase on</hi> John 3. 16. For God so
loved the World, that he gave his
only Begotten Son, <hi>&amp;c.</hi>
               </label>
               <item>8</item>
               <label>
                  <pb facs="tcp:99846:11"/>The Expostulation</label>
               <item>12</item>
               <label>To my Lady <hi>Carteret</hi>
               </label>
               <item>14</item>
               <label>And though after my Skin, Worms de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>stroy
this Body, yet in my Flesh shall
I see God, <hi>Iob</hi> 19. 26.</label>
               <item>15</item>
               <label>
                  <hi>To Sir</hi> Charles Sedley</label>
               <item>16</item>
               <label>To the Honourable Mrs. <hi>E. Stretchy</hi>
               </label>
               <item>17</item>
               <label>A <hi>Pindarick</hi> Poem on <hi>Habbakuk</hi>
               </label>
               <item>18</item>
               <label>The <hi>Athenians</hi> to the Compiler of the
<hi>Pindarick</hi> now Recited</label>
               <item>21</item>
               <label>A <hi>Poetical</hi> Question concerning the <hi>Jaco<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>bites,</hi>
sent to the <hi>Athenians</hi>
               </label>
               <item>27</item>
               <label>The <hi>Athenians</hi> Answer</label>
               <item>28</item>
               <label>Upon King <hi>William's</hi> passing the <hi>Boyn,
&amp;c.</hi>
               </label>
               <item>30</item>
               <label>
                  <pb facs="tcp:99846:11"/>The Vanity of the World, in a <hi>Poem</hi> to
the <hi>Athenians</hi>
               </label>
               <item>33</item>
               <label>The <hi>Athenians</hi> Answer</label>
               <item>35</item>
               <label>
                  <hi>The</hi> Rapture</label>
               <item>ibid.</item>
               <label>A <hi>Paraphrase</hi> on the <hi>CANTICLES,</hi>
Chap. <hi>I.</hi>
               </label>
               <item>36</item>
               <label>
                  <hi>Chap.</hi> II.</label>
               <item>39</item>
               <label>
                  <hi>Chap.</hi> III.</label>
               <item>42</item>
               <label>
                  <hi>Chap.</hi> IV.</label>
               <item>44</item>
               <label>
                  <hi>Chap.</hi> V.</label>
               <item>47</item>
               <label>
                  <hi>Chap.</hi> VI.</label>
               <item>52</item>
               <label>The <hi>Fable</hi> of <hi>Phaeron</hi> Paraphrased from
Ovid's Metamorphosis</label>
               <item>56</item>
               <label>
                  <hi>The</hi> Wish, <hi>in a</hi> Poem <hi>to the</hi> Athenians,
<gap reason="illegible: under-inked" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>d Alphabet</label>
               <item>I</item>
               <label>
                  <pb facs="tcp:99846:12"/>The <hi>Athenians</hi> Answer</label>
               <item>3</item>
               <label>To one that perswades me to leave the
Muses</label>
               <item>6</item>
               <label>A <hi>Poem</hi> occasion'd by the Report of the
<hi>Queen's</hi> Death</label>
               <item>9</item>
               <label>Paraphrase <hi>on</hi> John 21. 17.</label>
               <item>10</item>
               <label>Paraphrase <hi>on</hi> Cant. 5,6, <hi>&amp;c.</hi>
               </label>
               <item>13</item>
               <label>
                  <hi>A</hi> Pindarick <hi>to the</hi> Athenian So<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ciety</label>
               <item>15</item>
               <label>Paraphrase <hi>on</hi> Revel. Chap. 1. <hi>from</hi> v.
13. <hi>to</hi> v. 18.</label>
               <item>19</item>
               <label>To a very Young <hi>Gentleman</hi> at a <hi>Dan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cing-School</hi>
               </label>
               <item>22</item>
               <label>To the same <hi>Gentleman</hi>
               </label>
               <item>23</item>
               <label>
                  <pb facs="tcp:99846:12"/>
                  <hi>A</hi> Pastoral</label>
               <item>24</item>
               <label>
                  <hi>To</hi> Celinda</label>
               <item>27</item>
               <label>Thoughts on Death</label>
               <item>28</item>
               <label>The Female Passion</label>
               <item>30</item>
               <label>
                  <hi>To</hi> Strephon</label>
               <item>31</item>
               <label>Paraphrase <hi>on</hi> Malachy 3, 14.</label>
               <item>32</item>
               <label>On Mrs. <hi>Rebekah</hi>
               </label>
               <item>34</item>
               <label>By Dispair</label>
               <item>35</item>
               <label>
                  <hi>To</hi> Orestes</label>
               <item>37</item>
               <label>The <hi>Athenians</hi> Answer to the foregoing
Poem</label>
               <item>39</item>
               <label>Paraphrase <hi>on</hi> Canticles, 7, 11</label>
               <item>40</item>
               <label>
                  <pb facs="tcp:99846:13"/>Paraphrase <hi>on</hi> Micah, 6. 6, 7.</label>
               <item>41</item>
               <label>The Reflection</label>
               <item>43</item>
               <label>A Song</label>
               <item>44</item>
               <label>To Madam <hi>S.</hi>—at the Court</label>
               <item>46</item>
               <label>The <hi>Vision.</hi>—To <hi>Theron</hi>
               </label>
               <item>49</item>
               <label>
                  <hi>A</hi> Pastoral Elegy</label>
               <item>51</item>
               <label>Parthenia, <hi>an</hi> Elegy</label>
               <item>57</item>
               <label>
                  <hi>The</hi> Reply <hi>to</hi> Mr.—</label>
               <item>59</item>
               <label>A <hi>Pastoral</hi> on the <hi>Queen</hi>
               </label>
               <item>62</item>
               <label>A Farewel to <hi>Love</hi>
               </label>
               <item>65</item>
            </list>
         </div>
      </front>
      <body>
         <div type="text">
            <pb n="1" facs="tcp:99846:13"/>
            <head>POEMS
ON
Several Occasions.</head>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>Platonick Love.</head>
               <lg n="1">
                  <head>I.</head>
                  <l>SO Angels Love and all the rest is dross,</l>
                  <l>Contracted, selfish, sensitive and gross.</l>
                  <l>Unlike to this, all free and unconfin'd,</l>
                  <l>Is that bright flame I bear thy brighter mind.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <head>II.</head>
                  <l>No stragling wish, or symptom of desire,</l>
                  <l>Comes near the Limits of this holy fire;</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="2" facs="tcp:99846:14"/>Yet 'tis intense and active, tho so fine;</l>
                  <l>For all my pure immortal part is thine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3">
                  <head>III.</head>
                  <l>Why should I then the Heav'nly spark controul,</l>
                  <l>Since there's no brighter Ray in all my Soul,</l>
                  <l>Why should I blush to indulge the noble flame,</l>
                  <l>For which even friendship's a degrading name.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4">
                  <head>IV.</head>
                  <l>Nor is the greatness of my Love to thee,</l>
                  <l>A sacriledge unto the Deity,</l>
                  <l>Can I th' enticing stream almost adore,</l>
                  <l>And not respect its lovely fountain more?</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="3" facs="tcp:99846:14"/>
               <head>HUMANE LOVE:
By a
Country GENTLEMAN,
In Answer to
PLATONICK LOVE.</head>
               <lg n="1">
                  <head>I.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>SO Angels love,</hi> So let them love for me;</l>
                  <l>As mortal, I must like a mortal be.</l>
                  <l>My Love's as pure as their's, more unconfin'd;</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>I love the Body,</hi> they but love the Mind.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <head>II.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Without enjoyment,</hi> Can desire be ill?</l>
                  <l>For that which wou'd a Man with pleasure fill;</l>
                  <l>This more intense and active, sure must be,</l>
                  <l>Since I both <hi>Soul and Body</hi> give to thee.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3">
                  <pb n="4" facs="tcp:99846:15"/>
                  <head>III.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>This flame as much of Heaven</hi> as that contains,</l>
                  <l>And more, for unto that but half pertains:</l>
                  <l>Friendship one Soul to th' other doth unite,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>But Love joins all,</hi> and therefore is more bright.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4">
                  <head>IV.</head>
                  <l>Neither doth—<hi>Humane Love—</hi> Religion harm,</l>
                  <l>But rather us against our Vices arm:</l>
                  <l>Shall I not for a charming Mistress dye?</l>
                  <l>When Heaven commands <hi>increase and mulitply.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="5" facs="tcp:99846:15"/>
               <head>To Mr.—on his
POEM.</head>
               <lg n="1">
                  <head>I.</head>
                  <l>SOme Tuneful Being now my Breast in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>spire</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>With Thoughts as</hi> Gay and Noble as Celestial
Fire;</l>
                  <l>For <hi>Clitus</hi> is my Theam;</l>
                  <l>But ah in vain born on <hi>Pindarick</hi> Wings,</l>
                  <l>My ventrous Muse</l>
                  <l>The mighty Aim pursues;</l>
                  <l>For to his Native Skies still <hi>Clitus</hi> mounts and
Sings,</l>
                  <l>And we are distant still to an extream.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <pb facs="tcp:99846:16"/>
                  <head>II.</head>
                  <l>Behold the <hi>Heavenly Charmer,</hi> how he keeps a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>loft;</l>
                  <l>While Angels Crowd, and Listen to his
Song;</l>
                  <l>And not an <hi>Angel-Critick</hi> in the throng</l>
                  <l>That durst correct a Thought.</l>
                  <l>So Nobly are they Drest,</l>
                  <l>And Gracefully exprest;</l>
                  <l>So smoothly glide the Numbers from his
Tongue;</l>
                  <l>So well his Touch the Charming Strings
obey,</l>
                  <l>That all his <hi>Heavenly Auditors</hi> Admire,</l>
                  <l>To hear him weild an equal Theam with as
much skill as they.</l>
                  <l>His <hi>Voice and Theam</hi> did even their Harps inspire;</l>
                  <l>And the Glad Anthem they repeat
agen,</l>
                  <l>"Glory to God, Peace and Good-will to
Men.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="7" facs="tcp:99846:16"/>
               <head>TO
Mrs. MARY FRIEND;
Knowing her but by Report.</head>
               <l>'T Were both unjust and stupid to refuse</l>
               <l>To so much Worth, the Tribute of my
Muse;</l>
               <l>Tho Saints, as well, may those Bright Forms
express,</l>
               <l>That in a Rapture they conceive of Bliss;</l>
               <l>As I can give such Wondrous Charms their
due,</l>
               <l>Or, Dress in Words, my Brighter Thoughts of
You:</l>
               <l>Charming, and Gay, your <hi>Fair Idea</hi> seems</l>
               <l>As Gay, as if compos'd of Love and Beams;</l>
               <l>Such Heavenly Rays adorn your Lovely Eyes,</l>
               <l>That, by <hi>Imagination,</hi> they surprize,</l>
               <l>And, at your Feet, a Female Victim lies:</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="8" facs="tcp:99846:17"/>But how, <hi>Fair Nymph,</hi> will your Approaches
Fire,</l>
               <l>If <hi>Distant Charms</hi> such gentle thoughts in<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>spire.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>PARAPHRASE</head>
               <argument>
                  <p>On Joh. 3. 16— <hi>For God so loved
the World, that he gave his on<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ly
begotten Son, &amp;c.</hi>
                  </p>
               </argument>
               <lg n="1">
                  <head>I.</head>
                  <l>YEs; <hi>so God loved the World;</hi> But where</l>
                  <l>Are this Great Loves Dimensions?</l>
                  <l>Even Angels stop; for, baffled here</l>
                  <l>Are their vast Apprehensions.</l>
                  <l>In vain they strive to Grasp the <hi>boundless thing;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Not all their Comments can explain the migh<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ty
Truth I Sing.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <pb n="9" facs="tcp:99846:17"/>
                  <head>II.</head>
                  <l>Yet still they pause on the Contents</l>
                  <l>Of this Amazing Story;</l>
                  <l>How he that fill'd the <hi>wide extents</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Of Uncreated Glory?</l>
                  <l>He whom the Heaven of Heavens cou'd not
contain;</l>
                  <l>Shou'd yet within the Sacred Maids <hi>contracted
Womb</hi> remain.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3">
                  <head>III.</head>
                  <l>They see him Born, and hear him Weep,</l>
                  <l>To aggravate their Wonder;</l>
                  <l>Whose Awful Voice had shook the Deep,</l>
                  <l>And Breath'd his Will in Thunder:</l>
                  <l>That Awful Voice, chang'd to an <hi>Infant's</hi> Cry;</l>
                  <l>Whilst in a Feeble Woman's Arms he seems
constrain'd to lye.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4">
                  <pb n="10" facs="tcp:99846:18"/>
                  <head>IV.</head>
                  <l>A <hi>God</hi> (Ah! Where are Humane boasts?)</l>
                  <l>Extended in a Manger?</l>
                  <l>The Lord of all the Heavenly Hosts</l>
                  <l>Expos'd to Scorn and Danger?</l>
                  <l>The Onely Blest, the All-sufficient Weeps:</l>
                  <l>But Oh, who Guides the <hi>Staggering World,</hi> while
its Protector Sleeps?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="5">
                  <head>V.</head>
                  <l>And canst thou Man ungrateful prove.</l>
                  <l>When 'twas for thy Salvation,</l>
                  <l>He left those Splendid Seats above,</l>
                  <l>His late bright Habitation?</l>
                  <l>Where all his Deity Shone, <hi>without the Allay</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Of a Seraphick Vehicle, or deficated Clay.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="6">
                  <head>VI.</head>
                  <l>Where he Transcendently possest</l>
                  <l>The Fullness of Perfection:</l>
                  <l>Tho here benighted and opprest,</l>
                  <l>The Type of all Dejection.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="11" facs="tcp:99846:18"/>He asks for Food, that gave the <hi>Ravens</hi> Bread;</l>
                  <l>And the Great Founder of the World <hi>wants</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>where to lay his Head.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="7">
                  <head>VII.</head>
                  <l>But Oh what Dark Catastrophe</l>
                  <l>Does Hell at last Conspire!</l>
                  <l>Behold! upon a <hi>Cursed Tree</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>The Lord of Life Expire:</l>
                  <l>From this, Amaz'd, the Sun withdraws his Eye,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Afraid to see his</hi> Maker Bleed, and the Eternal
Dye.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="8">
                  <head>VIII.</head>
                  <l>The Seraphims that throng'd about,</l>
                  <l>'Twixt Hope and Consternation;</l>
                  <l>Now Blaze the Wondrous News throughout</l>
                  <l>The Radiant Corporation:</l>
                  <l>Who vainly strive the Mistery to scan,</l>
                  <l>And Fathom the Stupendious Depths of this</l>
                  <l>Great Love to Man.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="9">
                  <pb n="12" facs="tcp:99846:19"/>
                  <head>IX.</head>
                  <l>He on the Rights of Justice stood,</l>
                  <l>With their <hi>Exalted Nature,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>That now, through Streams of Sacred Blood</l>
                  <l>Wafts the Terrestial Creature;</l>
                  <l>Wafts Dufty-Man to that Felicity,</l>
                  <l>Which the <hi>Apostate Son</hi> of Light must never
hope to see.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>THE
Expostulation.</head>
               <lg n="1">
                  <head>I.</head>
                  <l>HOw long, great God, a <hi>wretched captive</hi>
here,</l>
                  <l>Must I these hated marks of bondage wear?</l>
                  <l>How long shall these <hi>uneasy chains</hi> controul</l>
                  <l>The willing flights of my impatient Soul?</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="13" facs="tcp:99846:19"/>How long shall her <hi>most pure intelligence</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Be strain'd through an infectious screen of gross,
corrupted sence?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <head>II.</head>
                  <l>When shall I leave this <hi>darksome house</hi> of clay;</l>
                  <l>And to a brighter mansion wing away?</l>
                  <l>There's nothing here my thoughts to entertain,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>But one Tyr'd revolution o're again:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>The Sun and Stars observe their wonted round,</l>
                  <l>The streams their former courses keep: <hi>No No<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>velty
is found.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3">
                  <head>III.</head>
                  <l>The same curst acts of <hi>false fruition</hi> o're,</l>
                  <l>The same wild hopes and wishes as before;</l>
                  <l>Do men for this so fondly life caress,</l>
                  <l>(That airy huss of splendid emptiness?)</l>
                  <l>Unthinking sots: kind Heaven let me be gone,</l>
                  <l>I'm tyr'd, I'm sick of this <hi>dull Farce's repetition.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="14" facs="tcp:99846:20"/>
               <head>To my Lady
CARTERET.</head>
               <l>TOo great your Power, and too soft my
Breast:</l>
               <l>The charming Inspiration to resist:</l>
               <l>But Oh in what bold Strain shall I begin,</l>
               <l>To breathe th' unusual Potent Instinct in?</l>
               <l>Such pleasing looks, in midst of Spring, adorn</l>
               <l>The Flowry Fields; <hi>so smiles the Beauteous
Morn:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>But, What are these dull Metaphors to you?</l>
               <l>Or, What is all, my Fancy has in view?</l>
               <l>A Form more fine, more accurately wrought,</l>
               <l>Was ne'r conceiv'd by a Poetick Thought?</l>
               <l>So mild your eyes, so beautiful and bright,</l>
               <l>That lovelier eyes did ne'r salute the Light;</l>
               <l>With such a gentle look, and such an air;</l>
               <l>So lovely, so exceeding sweet, and fair,</l>
               <l>To us, the Heavonly Messengers appear:</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="15" facs="tcp:99846:20"/>Whilst Man too feeble for their bright extreams,</l>
               <l>With such soft Smiles as yours they'r forc't to al<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lay
their Beams.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <epigraph>
                  <q>And, though after my Skin, Worms
destroy this Body, yet in my Flesh
shall I see God,</q>
                  <bibl> 
                     <hi>Job 19. 26.</hi>
                  </bibl>
               </epigraph>
               <lg n="1">
                  <l>WHat tho my Soul rent from the close
imbrace</l>
                  <l>Of this <hi>material consort,</hi> take its flight,</l>
                  <l>(Exil'd the Confines of her Native place)</l>
                  <l>And leave these eyes clos'd in a Dismal Night:</l>
                  <l>She shall agen resume the dear abode,</l>
                  <l>And, cloath'd in Flesh, I shall behold my God.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <head>II.</head>
                  <l>Tho in the Gloomy Regions of the Grave,</l>
                  <l>Forgotten, and insensible I lye;</l>
                  <l>That tedious night shall a bright morning have,</l>
                  <l>The welcome <hi>dawnings</hi> of Eternity.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="16" facs="tcp:99846:21"/>My Soul shall then resume her old abode,</l>
                  <l>And cloath'd in flesh, I shall behold my God.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3">
                  <head>III.</head>
                  <l>Altho resolv'd unto my Native dust,</l>
                  <l>Its proper part, each Element refine;</l>
                  <l>Yet at my awfull Makers breath they must</l>
                  <l>The Individual Particles resign:</l>
                  <l>And then my Soul shall take her old abode,</l>
                  <l>And cloath'd in Flesh, I shall behold my God.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>TO
Sir CHAREES SEDLEY.</head>
               <l>
                  <hi>BVt stay 'tis Sedley—</hi> and it were a crime</l>
               <l>For me to grasp a Subject so sublime:</l>
               <l>Since nothing but his own Coelestial lays</l>
               <l>Are fit the Authour of such flights to praise,</l>
               <l>Nor dare my thoughts make the unequal choice</l>
               <l>My Infant-muse has yet, but try'd her tender
voice.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="17" facs="tcp:99846:21"/>
               <head>To the Honourable
Mrs. E—Stretchy.</head>
               <l>THe Artful hand of Nature ne'r display'd</l>
               <l>More skill, then when your <hi>Charming
Self</hi> was made:</l>
               <l>A Shape, a Face, and Meen so rare, that we</l>
               <l>Think you her boasted Master-piece to be;</l>
               <l>Whilst that <hi>Bright Soul</hi> that Heaven has plac't
within,</l>
               <l>Makes every Charm with <hi>double-lustre</hi> shine:</l>
               <l>But since I on my Lyre can touch no String,</l>
               <l>Equal to those great Merits, I would Sing,</l>
               <l>Hopeless, to give such mighty Charms their
due,</l>
               <l>I'll leave the World to <hi>Brighter Thoughts</hi> of you.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="18" facs="tcp:99846:22"/>
               <head>A Pindarick POEM on
HABBAKUK.</head>
               <lg n="1">
                  <head>I.</head>
                  <l>WHen God from <hi>Teman</hi> came,</l>
                  <l>And cloath'd in <hi>Glory</hi> from Mount-<hi>Paran</hi> shone,</l>
                  <l>Drest in th' unsufferable <hi>Flame</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>That hides his <hi>dazling Throne,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>His <hi>Glory</hi> soon <hi>eclips'd</hi> the once bright <hi>Titan's
Rays,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And fill'd the trembling <hi>Earth</hi> with <hi>Terror</hi> and
<hi>Amaze.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Resplondent <hi>Beams</hi> did crown his <hi>awful Head,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And shining <hi>brightness</hi> all around him spread;</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Omnipotence</hi> he graspt in his strong <hi>Hand,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And <hi>listning Death</hi> stood waiting on his <hi>dread
Command;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Waiting 'till his <hi>resistless Bolts</hi> he'd <hi>throw;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Devouring Coals</hi> beneath his <hi>Feet</hi> did <hi>glow:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="19" facs="tcp:99846:22"/>All <hi>Natures Frame</hi> did <hi>quake</hi> beneath his <hi>Feet,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And with his <hi>Hand</hi> he the vast <hi>Globe</hi> did
mete;</l>
                  <l>The frighted <hi>Nations</hi> scattered,</l>
                  <l>And at his sight the <hi>bashful Mountains</hi> sled,</l>
                  <l>The <hi>everlasting Hills</hi> their Founder's Voice obey,</l>
                  <l>And stoop their <hi>lofty Heads</hi> to make th' <hi>Eternal</hi>
way.</l>
                  <l>The distant <hi>Ethiops</hi> all <hi>Confusion</hi> are,</l>
                  <l>And <hi>Midian's</hi> trembling <hi>Curtains</hi> cannot <hi>hide</hi>
their Fear:</l>
                  <l>When thy swift <hi>Chariots</hi> pass'd the yielding
<hi>Sea,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>The <hi>blushing Waves</hi> back in <hi>amazement</hi> flee,</l>
                  <l>Affrighted <hi>Iordan</hi> stops his <hi>flowing Vrn,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And bids his forward <hi>Streams</hi> back to their <hi>Foun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>tain</hi>
turn.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <head>(2.)</head>
                  <l>Arm'd with thy <hi>mighty Bow,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Thou marchedst out against thy <hi>daring Foe:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="20" facs="tcp:99846:23"/>And very <hi>terrible</hi> thou didst appear</l>
                  <l>To them, but thus thy <hi>darling People</hi> cheer.</l>
                  <l>"Know, <hi>Iacob's Sons,</hi> I am the God of Truth,</l>
                  <l>"Your Father <hi>Iacob's God,</hi> nor <hi>can</hi> I break my
Oath.</l>
                  <l>The <hi>Mountains shook</hi> as our dread Lord ad<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vanc'd,</l>
                  <l>And all the little <hi>Hills</hi> around 'em <hi>danc'd:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>The neighb'ring <hi>Streams</hi> their verdant <hi>Banks</hi>
o'reflow,</l>
                  <l>The <hi>Waters</hi> saw and trembled at the <hi>sight,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Back to their <hi>old Abyss</hi> they go,</l>
                  <l>And bear the News to <hi>everlasting Night:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>The <hi>Mother Deep</hi> within its hollow <hi>Caverns</hi>
roars.</l>
                  <l>And beats the <hi>silent Shores.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>The <hi>Sun</hi> above no longer dares to strive,</l>
                  <l>Nor will his frighted <hi>Steeds</hi> their wonted <hi>Iour<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ney</hi>
drive.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="21" facs="tcp:99846:23"/>The <hi>Moon,</hi> to see her <hi>Brother</hi> stop his <hi>Car,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Grew <hi>pale,</hi> and curb'd her <hi>sable Reins</hi> for Fear,</l>
                  <l>Thy <hi>threatning Arrows</hi> gild their <hi>flaming way,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And at the <hi>glittering</hi> of thy <hi>Spear</hi> the <hi>Heathen</hi> dare
not stay;</l>
                  <l>The very <hi>sight</hi> of thee did them <hi>subdue,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And arm'd with <hi>Fury</hi> thou the <hi>Vict'ry</hi> didst pur<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sue.</l>
                  <l>So now, great God, wrapt in avenging <hi>Thun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Meet thine and <hi>William's Foes,</hi> and tread them
<hi>groveling</hi> under.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>The ATHENIANS</head>
               <p>To the Compiler of the <hi>Pindarick</hi>
now Recited.</p>
               <lg n="1">
                  <head>(1.)</head>
                  <l>WE yield! we yield! the <hi>Palm,</hi> bright
<hi>Maid!</hi> be <hi>thine!</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>How</hi> vast <hi>a</hi> Genius sparkles <hi>in each</hi>
Line!</l>
                  <l>How <hi>Noble</hi> all! how <hi>Loyal!</hi> how <hi>Di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>vine!</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="22" facs="tcp:99846:24"/>Sure thou by <hi>Heaven-inspir'd,</hi> art sent</l>
                  <l>To make the <hi>Kings</hi> and <hi>Nations Foes</hi> repent,</l>
                  <l>To <hi>melt</hi> each <hi>Stubborn Rebel</hi> down,</l>
                  <l>Or the Almighty's <hi>hov'ring Vengeance</hi> show,</l>
                  <l>Arm'd with his <hi>glittering Spear</hi> and <hi>dreadful
Bow,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>And yet</hi> more dreadful Frown.</l>
                  <l>Ah wou'd they <hi>hear!</hi> ah wou'd they <hi>try</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Th' <hi>exhaustless Mercy</hi> yet in store</l>
                  <l>From <hi>Earths</hi> and <hi>Heavens</hi> offended <hi>Majesty,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Both calmly ask, <hi>Why will they dye?</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Ah! wou'd they yet <hi>Repent,</hi> and <hi>sin</hi> no <hi>more!</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <head>(2.)</head>
                  <l>How <hi>bless'd,</hi> how <hi>happy</hi> we,</l>
                  <l>Cou'd all we <hi>write</hi> one <hi>Convert</hi> make,</l>
                  <l>How gladly <hi>New Assronts</hi> cou'd take</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>One Convert</hi> to dear <hi>Virtue,</hi> and dear <hi>Loyalty?</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Tho' the <hi>full Crop</hi> reserv'd for <hi>thee.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Oh <hi>Virgin!</hi> touch thy <hi>Lyre:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="23" facs="tcp:99846:24"/>What <hi>Fiend</hi> so stubborn to refuse</l>
                  <l>The <hi>soft,</hi> yet <hi>powerful Charms</hi> of thy Celestial
<hi>Muse?</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>What <hi>gentle Thoughts</hi> will they <hi>inspire!</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>How will thy <hi>Voice,</hi> how will thy <hi>Hand,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Black <hi>Rebel-Legions</hi> to the <hi>Deep</hi> Command!</l>
                  <l>Black <hi>Rebel-Legions</hi> murmuring take their
flight,</l>
                  <l>And sink away to conscious Shades of <hi>everlasting
Night:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>While those they <hi>left, amazed stand,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And scarce <hi>believe</hi> themselves, themselves to
find</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Cloath'd,</hi> calm, and in a <hi>better Mind.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3">
                  <head>(3.)</head>
                  <l>Begin, begin, thy <hi>Noble Choice,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Great <hi>William</hi> claims thy <hi>Lyre,</hi> and claims
thy <hi>Voice,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>All <hi>like himself</hi> the <hi>Hero</hi> shew,</l>
                  <l>Which <hi>none</hi> but <hi>thou</hi> canst <hi>do.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="24" facs="tcp:99846:25"/>At <hi>Landen</hi> paint him, <hi>Spears</hi> and <hi>Trophies</hi>
round,</l>
                  <l>And <hi>Twenty thousand Deaths</hi> upon the slippery
ground:</l>
                  <l>Now, now the dreadful <hi>Shock's</hi> begun,</l>
                  <l>Fierce <hi>Luxemburg</hi> comes <hi>thundering</hi> on:</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>They</hi> charge, retreat, return <hi>and</hi> fly,</l>
                  <l>Advance, retire, kill, conquer, dye!</l>
                  <l>Tell me, some <hi>God,</hi> what <hi>Gods</hi> are those</l>
                  <l>Enwrapt in Clouds of <hi>Smoak</hi> and <hi>Foes,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Who oft the <hi>tottering Day</hi> restore?</l>
                  <l>'Tis <hi>William</hi> and <hi>Bavaria,</hi> say no more!</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>William—</hi> that lov'd, that dreadful <hi>Name!</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Bavaria! Rival <hi>of his</hi> Fame.</l>
                  <l>A <hi>third</hi> comes <hi>close behind,</hi> who shou'd he be?</l>
                  <l>'Tis <hi>Ormond!</hi> mighty <hi>Ormond!</hi> sure 'tis he:</l>
                  <l>'Tis nobly fought-they must prevail;</l>
                  <l>Ah no, our <hi>Sins</hi> weigh down the doubtful
<hi>Scale.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="25" facs="tcp:99846:25"/>Ah thankless <hi>England,</hi> they <hi>engag'd</hi> for <hi>thee,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Or never cou'd have <hi>miss'd</hi> the <hi>Victory:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>With high <hi>Disdain</hi> from the <hi>moist Field</hi> they go,</l>
                  <l>And dreadfully <hi>Retreat,</hi> yet <hi>Face</hi> the <hi>trembling
Foe.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4">
                  <head>(4.)</head>
                  <l>Thus Sing, <hi>Bright Maid!</hi> thus and yet <hi>louder</hi>
Sing,</l>
                  <l>Thy <hi>God</hi> and <hi>King!</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Cherish</hi> that Noble <hi>Flame</hi> which warms thy
<hi>Breast,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And be by <hi>future Worlds admir'd</hi> and <hi>bless'd:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>The <hi>present Ages</hi> short-liv'd <hi>Glories</hi> scorn,</l>
                  <l>And into <hi>wide Eternity</hi> be born!</l>
                  <l>There Chast <hi>Orinda's</hi> Soul shall meet with
<hi>thine,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>More <hi>Noble,</hi> more <hi>Divine;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And in the <hi>Heaven of Poetry</hi> for ever shine:</l>
                  <l>There all the <hi>glorious few,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>To <hi>Loyalty</hi> and <hi>Virtue</hi> true,</l>
                  <l>Like <hi>her</hi> and <hi>you.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="26" facs="tcp:99846:26"/>'Tis that, 'tis that alone must make you <hi>truely
great,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Not all your <hi>Beauty</hi> equal to your <hi>Wit,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>(For sure a <hi>Soul</hi> so <hi>fine</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Wou'd ne'r possess a <hi>Body</hi> less <hi>divine</hi>)</l>
                  <l>Not all <hi>Mortallity</hi> so loudly <hi>boast,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Which <hi>withers</hi> soon and <hi>fades,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Can ought avail when <hi>hurry'd</hi> to th' uncomfor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>table
<hi>Coasts,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Where wander wide <hi>lamenting Ghosts,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And thin <hi>unbody'd Shades.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>'Tis <hi>Virtue</hi> only with you goes,</l>
                  <l>And guards you thro' Ten thousand <hi>Foes;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Hold fast of that, 'twill soon direct your flight</l>
                  <l>To <hi>endless Fame</hi> and <hi>endless Light;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>If that you lose, you <hi>sink</hi> away,</l>
                  <l>And take eternal leave of <hi>Day.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Then fly false <hi>Man,</hi> if you'd an <hi>Angel</hi> prove,</l>
                  <l>And consecrate to <hi>Heaven</hi> your Nobler <hi>Love.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="27" facs="tcp:99846:26"/>
               <head>A Poetical Question concern<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing
the Jacobites, sent to the
Athenians.</head>
               <l>'TWas nobly thought, and worthy—still;</l>
               <l>So I resolv't' employ my Loyal Quill.</l>
               <l>Virtue, and our unequall'd <hi>Heroes</hi> praise!</l>
               <l>What <hi>Theams</hi> more glorious can exact my Lays</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>William!</hi> A Name my Lines grow proud to bear!</l>
               <l>A Prince as Great, and wondrous Good, as e're</l>
               <l>The sacred Burden of a Crown did wear.</l>
               <l>Resolve me, then, <hi>Athenians,</hi> what are those,</l>
               <l>(Can there be any such?) You call his Foes?</l>
               <l>His Foes, Curst word, and why they'd pierce his breast,</l>
               <l>Vngrateful Vipers! where they warmly rest?</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="28" facs="tcp:99846:27"/>
               <head>The Athenians Answer.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>THeir <hi>Name is Legion, grinning</hi> from a far</l>
                  <l>Against <hi>the Throne,</hi> who wage <hi>unequal
War;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Tho' <hi>nearer,</hi> on <hi>perpetual Guard,</hi> attends</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>A far more</hi> numerous Host <hi>of</hi> brighter Friends:</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Around our</hi> Prince, Heav'ns Care, the sacred Band</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>With</hi> fiery Arms <hi>in firm</hi> Battalia <hi>stand:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>To him</hi> mild Light, <hi>and</hi> Lambent Beams <hi>they
show,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>But</hi> Wrath <hi>and</hi> Terror <hi>to his</hi> harden'd Foe.</l>
                  <l>See the <hi>black Phalanx</hi> melt, they melt away,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>As</hi> guilty Ghosts <hi>slink from</hi> approaching Day,</l>
                  <l>Behold their <hi>Leaders,</hi> deckt in <hi>horrid State,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Nor wonder <hi>why</hi> they <hi>Heav'n</hi> and <hi>Caesar</hi> hate.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>First mark their <hi>haughty General,</hi> arm'd com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pleat</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>In</hi> Plates <hi>of</hi> glowing Steel! '<hi>tis</hi> Lucifer the great!</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="29" facs="tcp:99846:27"/>See his proud <hi>Standard</hi> o're his <hi>Tent</hi> enlarg'd!</l>
                  <l>With <hi>bloated Toads,</hi> an odious <hi>Bearing,</hi> charg'd.</l>
                  <l>The ancient <hi>Arms</hi> which once his <hi>Shield</hi> adorn'd,</l>
                  <l>Tho' 'tis of late to <hi>Flour-de-Lis's</hi> turn'd.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Blasphemous Belial! <hi>next thy</hi> Squadrons <hi>stand!</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Lawless</hi> and <hi>Lewd,</hi> a baffled blasted <hi>band,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Each holds a kindled <hi>Pamphlet</hi> in his <hi>hand.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>These make the <hi>Gross,</hi> the rest we may de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>despise,</l>
                  <l>(<hi>Retailers</hi> they of <hi>Treason,</hi> and of <hi>Lies</hi>)</l>
                  <l>Lucifer's Friends, <hi>and</hi> Caesars Enemies.</l>
                  <l>Ah were there <hi>none</hi> but these, who wou'd not be</l>
                  <l>Proud <hi>and</hi> Ambitious <hi>of their</hi> Enmity!</l>
                  <l>There's one small <hi>party,</hi> near, too near their <hi>Line,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Which <hi>hover</hi> yet, and scarce know which to
<hi>joyn.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>No black, no ugly <hi>marks</hi> of <hi>Sin</hi> disgrace</l>
                  <l>Their nobler <hi>Forms,</hi> no <hi>malice</hi> in their <hi>Face:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>A <hi>Duskier Gleam</hi> they wear then e're they <hi>fell,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Their</hi> Plumes <hi>just</hi> scorcht, <hi>too near</hi> ally'd <hi>to</hi> Hell.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="30" facs="tcp:99846:28"/>What mad <hi>mistaken bravery</hi> draws 'em in,</l>
                  <l>Where <hi>Constancy's</hi> no Virtue but a Sin?</l>
                  <l>How can they still their <hi>fallen Prince</hi> esteem?</l>
                  <l>When <hi>false</hi> to <hi>Heaven,</hi> why are they <hi>true</hi> to <hi>him?</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>O! must they <hi>sink!</hi> a glorious <hi>Starry Race!</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>They are almost too <hi>good,</hi> for that <hi>sad place.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>That <hi>waits</hi> their <hi>Fall:</hi> It must not, <hi>cannot</hi> be,</l>
                  <l>If <hi>err</hi> we do, wee'l <hi>err</hi> with <hi>Charity,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Father!</hi> they may be <hi>Sav'd!</hi> we'll <hi>joyn</hi> with
<hi>Thee!</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>Vpon King William's passing the
Boyn, &amp;c.</head>
               <l>WHat <hi>mighty genious</hi> thus excites my Breast</l>
               <l>With flames too great to manage or resist;</l>
               <l>And prompts my humbler Muse at once to Sing,</l>
               <l>(Unequal Task) the <hi>Hero and the King.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="31" facs="tcp:99846:28"/>Oh were the potent inspiration less!</l>
               <l>I might find words its Raptures to express;</l>
               <l>But now I neither can its force controul,</l>
               <l>Nor paint the <hi>great Ideas</hi> of my Soul:</l>
               <l>Even so the <hi>Priests Inspir'd,</hi> left half the Mind</l>
               <l>Of the <hi>unutterable</hi> God behind.</l>
               <l>Too soft's my Voice the <hi>Hero</hi> to express;</l>
               <l>Or, like himself, the War-like Prince to dress;</l>
               <l>Or, speak him Acting in the dreadful Field,</l>
               <l>As Brave Exploits as e'r the Sun beheld;</l>
               <l>(Secure, and Threatning as a <hi>Martial God,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Among the thickest of his Foes he Rode;</l>
               <l>And, like an Angry <hi>Torrent</hi> forc't his way</l>
               <l>Through all the Horrors that in Ambush lay:)</l>
               <l>Or at the <hi>Boyne</hi> describe him as he stood</l>
               <l>Resolv'd, upon the edges of the Flood:</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>On, on, Great William;</hi> for no Breast but
Thine,</l>
               <l>Was ever urg'd with such a Bold Design:</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="32" facs="tcp:99846:29"/>Indulge the Motions of this Sacred Heat;</l>
               <l>For none but thee <hi>can weild a thought so great.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>He's lanch'd, he's lanch'd;</hi> the foremost from the
Shore;</l>
               <l>The Noblest Weight that e'r the River Bore.</l>
               <l>To smooth their Streams, the smiling <hi>Naides</hi>
hast;</l>
               <l>And, Rising, did him Homage as he pass'd:</l>
               <l>And all the shapes of Death and Horror—</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>No more</hi>—ah stay—though in a cause so good;</l>
               <l>'Tis pitty to expend that Sacred Blood.</l>
               <l>Why wilt thou thus the boldest Dangers seek,</l>
               <l>And foremost through the Hostile Squadrons break?</l>
               <l>Why wilt thou thus so bravely venture all?</l>
               <l>Oh, where's unhappy <hi>Albion,</hi> should'st thou
fall?</l>
               <l>Keep near him still, you <hi>kind AEthereal Powers;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>That Guard him, and are pleas'd, the Task is
yours.</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="33" facs="tcp:99846:29"/>All the Ill Fate that threatens him oppose;</l>
               <l>Confound the Forces of his Foreign Foes,</l>
               <l>And Treacherous Friends less generous then those;</l>
               <l>May Heaven success to all his Actions give,</l>
               <l>And long, and long, and long, let WILLIAM live:</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>The Vanity of the World,
In a Poem to the Athenians.</head>
               <l>WHat if serenely blest with Calms I swam</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Pactolus!</hi> in thy golden Sanded stream?</l>
               <l>Not all the wealth that lavish Chance cou'd give</l>
               <l>My soul from Death cou'd one short Hour reprieve.</l>
               <l>When from my Heart the wandring Life must move</l>
               <l>No Cordial all my useless Gold cou'd prove.</l>
               <l>What tho' I plung'd in Ioys so deep and wide,</l>
               <l>'Twou'd tire my Thoughts to reach the distant side,</l>
               <l>Fancy it self 'twou'd tire to plumb the Abyss;</l>
               <l>If I for an uncertain Lease of this</l>
               <l>Sold the fair hopes of an eternal bliss?</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="34" facs="tcp:99846:30"/>What if invested with the Royal State</l>
               <l>Of dazling Queens, ador'd by Kings I sat?</l>
               <l>Yet when my trembling Soul's dislodg'd wou'd be</l>
               <l>No Room of State within the Grave for me.</l>
               <l>What if my Youth, in Wits and Beautys bloom</l>
               <l>Shou'd promise many a flatt'ring Year to come:</l>
               <l>Tho' Death shou'd pass the beauteous Flourisher,</l>
               <l>Advancing Time wou'd all its Glory marr.</l>
               <l>What if the Muses loudly sang my Fame,</l>
               <l>The barren Mountains ecchoing with my Name?</l>
               <l>An envious puff might blast the rising Pride.</l>
               <l>And all its bright conspicuous Lustre hide.</l>
               <l>If o're my Relicks Monuments they raise</l>
               <l>And fill the World with Flattery, or with Praise,</l>
               <l>What wou'd they all avail, if sink I must,</l>
               <l>My Soul to endless shades, my Body to the dust?</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="35" facs="tcp:99846:30"/>
               <head>The Athenians Answer.</head>
               <l>NOthing, Ah nothing! <hi>Virtue</hi> only gives</l>
               <l>Immortal <hi>praise</hi> that only ever <hi>lives:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>What <hi>pains</hi> wait <hi>Vice,</hi> what endless <hi>Worlds of Woe</hi>
               </l>
               <l>You <hi>know</hi> full well, but may you <hi>never know.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>The RAPTURE.</head>
               <lg n="1">
                  <head>1.</head>
                  <l>LOrd<gap reason="illegible: indecipherable" extent="1 letter">
                        <desc>•</desc>
                     </gap> if one distant <hi>glimpse</hi> of thee</l>
                  <l>Thus <hi>elevate</hi> the <hi>Soul,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>In what a heighth of <hi>Extasie</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Do those bless'd <hi>Spirits</hi> roll,</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <head>2.</head>
                  <l>Who by a fixt eternal <hi>View</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Drink in <hi>immortal Raies;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>To whom <hi>unveiled</hi> thou dost shew</l>
                  <l>Thy <hi>Smiles</hi> without <hi>Allays?</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3">
                  <pb n="36" facs="tcp:99846:31"/>
                  <head>3.</head>
                  <l>An Object which if <hi>mortal Eyes.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Cou'd make <hi>approaches</hi> to,</l>
                  <l>They'd soon esteem their <hi>best-lov'd Toys</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Not worth one <hi>scornfull View.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4">
                  <head>4.</head>
                  <l>How then, beneath its <hi>load</hi> of <hi>Flesh</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Wou'd the vex'd <hi>Soul</hi> complain!</l>
                  <l>And how the Friendly <hi>Hand</hi> she'd bless</l>
                  <l>Wou'd break her <hi>hated Chain!</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>A Paraphrase on the
CANTICLES.</head>
               <div n="1" type="chapter">
                  <head>CHAP. I.</head>
                  <lg n="1">
                     <head>(1)</head>
                     <l>WIlt thou deny the bounty of a <hi>Kiss,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And see me <hi>languish</hi> for the <hi>Melting</hi> bliss?</l>
                     <l>More sweet to me than bright delicious <hi>Wine,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Prest from the <hi>Purple clusters</hi> of the <hi>Vine:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="37" facs="tcp:99846:31"/>
                        <hi>As Fragrant too as</hi> Ointments <hi>poured forth,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Are the loud <hi>Eccho's</hi> of thy matchless <hi>worth;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Which makes the <hi>Virgins,</hi> kindled by thy fame,</l>
                     <l>Wish to <hi>expire</hi> in the Celestial <hi>Flame:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Come then, display thy Lovely <hi>Face,</hi> and we,</l>
                     <l>Drawn by <hi>resistless Charmes,</hi> will follow thee;</l>
                     <l>Into thy <hi>Royal Chambers</hi> brought, where I,</l>
                     <l>May see my Lord, and fear no Witness by.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I'm black, tis true, for scorching in the <hi>Sun;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>I kept anothers <hi>Vine,</hi> and left my <hi>own;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>But tho thus <hi>Clouded,</hi> the <hi>reflecting Face</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Of my Bright <hi>Love</hi> shall all this <hi>blackness</hi> chase.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>Say then my <hi>Dear,</hi> much dearer than my Soul;</l>
                     <l>Where feed thy <hi>Milky Flocks?</hi> Vnto what cool</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Refreshing</hi> Shade <hi>dost thou resort? least I</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Should (as I</hi> languish) <hi>in thy</hi> absence <hi>dye:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Say, Lovely</hi> Shepherd, <hi>say, What happy</hi> Streams</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Are gilded now with thy</hi> Illustrious Beams?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg n="2">
                     <pb n="38" facs="tcp:99846:32"/>
                     <head>(2)</head>
                     <l>I'll tell thee, <hi>Fairest</hi> of all <hi>Women,</hi> how,</l>
                     <l>Thou maist my most frequented <hi>Pastures</hi> know.</l>
                     <l>Follow the <hi>Footsteps</hi> of my <hi>Flocks,</hi> and there</l>
                     <l>I will not fail to Meet my Charming Fair.</l>
                     <l>Whom I, as <hi>Mistress</hi> of my <hi>Flocks</hi> will Grace,</l>
                     <l>And on her Brows immortal <hi>Garlands</hi> Place.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg n="3">
                     <head>(3)</head>
                     <l>The while my <hi>Spicknard</hi> shall ascend, and Greet</l>
                     <l>My Charmer with its <hi>Tributary Sweet:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Then, all the Night, upon my Panting Breast,</l>
                     <l>As Fragrant <hi>Mirrh;</hi> let my <hi>Beloved</hi> Rest.</l>
                     <l>So <hi>Sweet</hi> he is, that <hi>Mirrh,</hi> nor <hi>Cypress</hi> ere</l>
                     <l>With such Delicious <hi>Breathings</hi> fill'd the <hi>Air.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>When thy Two Lovely <hi>Eyes</hi> Inflame my <hi>Heart,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>It leaps for <hi>Ioy,</hi> and meets th' unerring <hi>Dart.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg n="4">
                     <pb n="39" facs="tcp:99846:32"/>
                     <head>(4)</head>
                     <l>Oh thou more <hi>Fair,</hi> more vastly <hi>bright,</hi> then all</l>
                     <l>The World did ever <hi>Bright,</hi> or <hi>Glorious</hi> call:</l>
                     <l>My <hi>Verdant</hi> Love still flourishing, to thee</l>
                     <l>Shall sixt, as our Eternal Mansions be.</l>
                  </lg>
               </div>
               <div n="2" type="chapter">
                  <head>CHAP. II.</head>
                  <lg n="1">
                     <head>(1)</head>
                     <l>AT thy Approach, my <hi>Cheek</hi> with Blushes glows,</l>
                     <l>And Conscious warmth, which with Thee comes and goes;</l>
                     <l>Like the Pale <hi>Lilly</hi> joyn'd to <hi>Sharon's-Rose;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And <hi>Thorns</hi> to them I sooner would <hi>compare,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Then other <hi>Beauties</hi> to my <hi>Darling Fair.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg n="2">
                     <head>(2)</head>
                     <l>And I as soon would rank a <hi>Fruitful Tree</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>With barren <hi>shrubs,</hi> as Mortal <hi>clods</hi> with <hi>thee.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="40" facs="tcp:99846:33"/>Beneath thy <hi>Shade,</hi> blest, to my <hi>wish,</hi> I sate,</l>
                     <l>And of thy Royal <hi>Banquet</hi> freely eat;</l>
                     <l>Whilst o'r my head a <hi>Banner</hi> was display'd:</l>
                     <l>In which, oh Melting Sight, the God of Love did Bleed.</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Excess</hi> of <hi>Pleasure</hi> will my <hi>Soul</hi> destroy;</l>
                     <l>I'm ev'n <hi>opprest</hi> with the <hi>Tyrannick</hi> Joy:</l>
                     <l>Oh therefore turn thy <hi>Lovely Eyes</hi> away;</l>
                     <l>(Yet do not, for I <hi>die</hi> unless they stay.)</l>
                     <l>I faint, I faint; alas! no Mortal yet,</l>
                     <l>With <hi>eyes</hi> undazled half this <hi>Splendor</hi> met:</l>
                     <l>But sure I cannot <hi>sink,</hi> upheld by <hi>Thee;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>So would I <hi>rest</hi> unto <hi>Fternity.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And now I charge you, <hi>Virgins,</hi> not to make</l>
                     <l>The least <hi>disturbance,</hi> till my <hi>Love</hi> awake,</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg n="3">
                     <head>(3)</head>
                     <l>What Charming <hi>Voice</hi> is that <hi>Salutes</hi> my Ear?</l>
                     <l>It must be my Beloved's; he is near:</l>
                     <l>He is, and yet <hi>unfriendly</hi> stays without:</l>
                     <l>He <gap reason="illegible: under-inked" extent="2 letters">
                           <desc>••</desc>
                        </gap>ays, as if he did a Wellcome doubt.</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="41" facs="tcp:99846:33"/>But hark, methinks I hear him softly say;</l>
                     <l>Arise my <hi>Fair,</hi> arise, and come away!</l>
                     <l>For loe the <hi>Stormy Winter's</hi> past and gone;</l>
                     <l>And <hi>Summer,</hi> Drest in all her <hi>Pride,</hi> comes on:</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Warbling</hi> Birds in Airy <hi>Raptures</hi> Sing</l>
                     <l>Their glad <hi>Pindaricks</hi> to the <hi>Wellcome-Spring:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>The <hi>Fig-Trees</hi> sprout, the Chearful <hi>Vines</hi> look Gay;</l>
                     <l>Arise my <hi>Lovely Fair,</hi> and come away!</l>
                     <l>Come Forth, my <hi>Dove,</hi> my Charming <hi>Innocence;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>How canst thou <hi>Fear</hi> while I am thy <hi>Defence?</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg n="4">
                     <head>(4)</head>
                     <l>Do thou the Spightful <hi>Foxes</hi> then Destroy,</l>
                     <l>That would my Young <hi>Aspiring Vines</hi> Annoy.</l>
                     <l>Not for the <hi>World</hi> would I exchange my <hi>Bliss,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>While my <hi>Beloved's Mine,</hi> and I am <hi>His.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And till the <hi>break</hi> of that Eternal <hi>Day,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Whose <hi>Rising Sun</hi> shall chase the <hi>Shades</hi> away;</l>
                     <l>Turn, my <hi>Beloved,</hi> turn again; and thy</l>
                     <l>Dear sight shall make the lazy Moments fly.</l>
                  </lg>
               </div>
               <div n="3" type="chapter">
                  <pb n="42" facs="tcp:99846:34"/>
                  <head>CHAP. III.</head>
                  <lg>
                     <l>
                        <hi>TWas in the</hi> deadness <hi>of a</hi> Gloomy Night,</l>
                     <l>My <hi>Love,</hi> more <hi>pleasant</hi> than the wisht<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>for <hi>Light,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>O're all my <hi>Bed</hi> I vainly sought; for there</l>
                     <l>My <hi>Arms</hi> could <hi>Grasp</hi> no more than <hi>empty air:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Griev'd with my <hi>Loss,</hi> through all the <hi>streets</hi> I rove,</l>
                     <l>And every <hi>Ear</hi> with soft <hi>Complaints</hi> I move:</l>
                     <l>Then to the <hi>Watch,</hi> Impatient, thus I Cry;</l>
                     <l>Tell me, O tell! Did not <hi>my Love</hi> pass by?</l>
                     <l>When loe, a <hi>Glimpse</hi> of my approaching <hi>Lord,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>A Heaven</hi> of <hi>Ioy</hi> did to my Soul afford:</l>
                     <l>So the dark Souls consin'd to endless Night,</l>
                     <l>Would smile, and wellcome-in a beam of Light.</l>
                     <l>I <hi>Clasps</hi> him, just as <hi>meeting Lovers</hi> wou'd,</l>
                     <l>That had the stings of <hi>Absence</hi> understood:</l>
                     <l>I held him fast, and <hi>Centring</hi> in his <hi>Breast,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>My ravish'd <hi>Soul</hi> found her desired <hi>Rest.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="43" facs="tcp:99846:34"/>Him to my <hi>Mothers House</hi> I did convey;</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Humble</hi> it was, and yet he <hi>deign'd</hi> to stay.</l>
                     <l>And now I charge you, <hi>Virgins,</hi> not to make</l>
                     <l>The least <hi>disturbance,</hi> till my <hi>Love</hi> awake.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <head>(Bridegroom.)</head>
                     <l>Glorious as <hi>Titan,</hi> from the <hi>Eastern</hi> Seas</l>
                     <l>A <hi>Beauty</hi> comes from yon <hi>dark Wilderness:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>So <hi>Sacred Incense</hi> proudly rises up</l>
                     <l>In <hi>cloudy Pillars</hi> of perfumed <hi>smoak:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Compounded Spices</hi> of the greatest <hi>cost</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Could ne'r such <hi>Aromatick sweetness</hi> boast.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <head>(Bride.)</head>
                     <l>The Shining Courts of Princely <hi>Solomon</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Were nobly crowded with a Warlike Train:</l>
                     <l>All Arm'd compleatly, all <hi>Expert</hi> in Fight,</l>
                     <l>To Guard him from the <hi>Terrors</hi> of the <hi>Night.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>A Chariot <hi>Royal</hi> too himself he had;</l>
                     <l>Its Pillars of <hi>refined Silver</hi> made:</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="44" facs="tcp:99846:35"/>The Seats of <hi>Gold,</hi> fair <hi>Purple Clouds</hi> above;</l>
                     <l>And, all the <hi>bottom,</hi> softly <hi>pav'd</hi> with <hi>Love.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>But loe, a <hi>Prince</hi> then <hi>Solomon,</hi> more <hi>great;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>On whom vast Toops of shining <hi>Angels</hi> wait:</l>
                     <l>His <hi>Crown</hi> more <hi>bright,</hi> and fixt, than that which <hi>shone</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Upon the</hi> Nuptial brows <hi>of</hi> Solomon.</l>
                  </lg>
               </div>
               <div n="4" type="chapter">
                  <head>CHAP. IV.</head>
                  <lg>
                     <head>(Bridegroom.)</head>
                     <l>THo all the <hi>lower World</hi> should <hi>ransackt</hi> be,</l>
                     <l>There could be found no <hi>parallel</hi> for thee:</l>
                     <l>Thy <hi>Eyes</hi> like <hi>Doves,</hi> thy fair intangling <hi>Locks,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Curl'd, and <hi>soft</hi> as <hi>Gileads</hi> Milky <hi>Flocks:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Like them thy <hi>Pearly Teeth</hi> appear, for so</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Vnsully'd</hi> from the <hi>Christal Streams</hi> they go.</l>
                     <l>But oh! To what may I thy <hi>Lips</hi> compare?</l>
                     <l>Since fragrant <hi>Roses Bloom</hi> not half so fair.</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="45" facs="tcp:99846:35"/>The <hi>Morning</hi> ne'r with such a <hi>Crimson</hi> blusht,</l>
                     <l>When from the <hi>Arms</hi> of <hi>sooty Night</hi> she rusht.</l>
                     <l>The ripe <hi>Pomgranates Scarlets</hi> are but <hi>faint,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>To those fresh <hi>Beauties</hi> that thy Cheeks do <hi>paint.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Thy <hi>Neck</hi> and <hi>Breasts,</hi> in Whiteness, do out-goe</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Vngather'd Lillies,</hi> or descending <hi>Snow.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And till the <hi>dawn</hi> of that <hi>expected</hi> Day,</l>
                     <l>When all my <hi>Radiant Glories</hi> I display,</l>
                     <l>And Chase, at once, the Injurious <hi>Shades</hi> away:</l>
                     <l>I'll on the <hi>Hills</hi> of <hi>Frankincense</hi> reside,</l>
                     <l>And pass the time with thee my <hi>Charming Bride;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>My <hi>Love,</hi> in whom such vast <hi>perfections</hi> meet,</l>
                     <l>As renders her <hi>transcendently compleat:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Then, come with me, from <hi>Lebanon,</hi> my <hi>Spouse,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>O come, and look beyond this Scene of <hi>woes:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Thou may'st, and yet it is but <hi>darkly,</hi> see</l>
                     <l>The <hi>bright abodes</hi> I have prepar'd for thee:</l>
                     <l>So <hi>sweet</hi> she looks, that in blest Transports I,</l>
                     <l>Meet the <hi>believing glances</hi> of her eye;</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="46" facs="tcp:99846:36"/>My All on Earth, my <hi>Sister,</hi> and my <hi>Spouse;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Whom, from a Vast Etornity I chose:</l>
                     <l>Not Golden Goblets, Crown'd with noble Wine</l>
                     <l>E're gave such <hi>Elevating Ioys</hi> as <hi>Thine;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Such, as the soft expressions of thy Love;</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>So much those dear,</hi> those charming <hi>accents</hi> move.</l>
                     <l>My <hi>Love</hi> is like a <hi>Flowry Mansion</hi> Wall'd,</l>
                     <l>Or some reserved <hi>Chrystal Fountain</hi> seal'd;</l>
                     <l>Whose Waves, untouch't, through secret Chan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nels slide,</l>
                     <l>Untainted, as the <hi>Silver Streams,</hi> that glide</l>
                     <l>From Heaven, assaulting <hi>Lebanon;</hi> and <hi>fair,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>As Beauteous <hi>Edens</hi> Gilded Currents were.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <head>(Bride.)</head>
                     <l>Were I a <hi>Garden,</hi> every <hi>Flower</hi> in me</l>
                     <l>Should proudly yield their <hi>conscious Sweets</hi> to thee,</l>
                     <l>The <hi>ruddy fruits</hi> should thy arrival great,</l>
                     <l>And <hi>Smile,</hi> and gently <hi>bend,</hi> thy <hi>Lips</hi> to <hi>meet.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <pb n="47" facs="tcp:99846:36"/>
                     <head>Bridegroom.</head>
                     <l>So strongly thy kind Invitations move,</l>
                     <l>I will my <hi>Garden</hi> see, my <hi>Garden,</hi> and my <hi>Love.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Not <hi>Hybla's</hi> Hives such precious Sweets can yield,</l>
                     <l>Nor Clusters brought from rich <hi>Engady's</hi> Field,</l>
                     <l>Which, to my lips, I'll raise with eager <hi>hast;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>My <hi>Lips</hi> that long'd the Heavenly <hi>Fruit</hi> to tast.</l>
                  </lg>
               </div>
               <div n="5" type="chapter">
                  <head>CHAP. V.</head>
                  <lg>
                     <l>THe <hi>Night</hi> her <hi>blackest Vestments</hi> had put on,</l>
                     <l>And all the <hi>fair remains</hi> of <hi>day</hi> were gone:</l>
                     <l>When my dear Lord, as he had oft before,</l>
                     <l>With Speed and Love approach'd the bolted Door:</l>
                     <l>Arise, my Love, he cries, and with a Voice,</l>
                     <l>Divinely charming, pleads his <hi>entrance</hi> thus;</l>
                     <l>My <hi>Spouse,</hi> my <hi>Sister,</hi> and my fairest <hi>Love,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>(Believing, sure, that Dialect would move;)</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="48" facs="tcp:99846:37"/>Arise, for loaden with the Midnight <hi>Dew,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Disorder'd, all my streaming <hi>Tresses</hi> flew:</l>
                     <l>I knew the Voice, the moving <hi>Eloquence;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>But ah! deluded by my <hi>drowsie sence;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Careless,</hi> and <hi>Soft,</hi> upon a Mossy <hi>Bed,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>I lean'd <hi>Supine,</hi> with <hi>Odorous Roses</hi> spread;</l>
                     <l>And long, with weak <hi>Excuses,</hi> did delay,</l>
                     <l>Amazing him at my <hi>unwonted stay.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Mov'd, with his Patience, my relenting <hi>Breast,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Forgetting now to say, I am <hi>Vndrest.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Unto the <hi>Door,</hi> at length, I rusht, in spite</l>
                     <l>Of <hi>Darkness,</hi> and the <hi>Terrors</hi> of the <hi>Night;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>With <hi>Rage,</hi> to break the guilty <hi>Bars</hi> I try'd,</l>
                     <l>Which Entrance to my Lord so long deny'd:</l>
                     <l>But found the dear resenting Charmer fled,</l>
                     <l>I curs'd my <hi>Sloth,</hi> and curs'd my conscious <hi>Bed.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Yet such a <hi>fragrant Sweetness</hi> fill'd the <hi>Air</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>From his dear <hi>Hands,</hi> I thought he had still been</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="49" facs="tcp:99846:37"/>I <hi>call'd</hi> aloud, still hoping he was <hi>near,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And <hi>louder</hi> still, but Ah! he wou'd not <hi>hear.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Then thro' the <hi>Streets,</hi> distracted with my <hi>Grief</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <l>I wildly roving, begg'd of all, <hi>relief.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>At last I met th' ungentle <hi>Watch,</hi> and they</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Deride</hi> my <hi>Tears,</hi> and for <gap reason="illegible: missing" extent="1 letter">
                           <desc>•</desc>
                        </gap>e my <hi>Veil</hi> away.</l>
                     <l>Ye tender Virgins! you that know the <hi>pain</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>A <hi>Breast</hi> so <hi>soft</hi> as mine must needs <hi>sustain,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Robb'd of the once kind <hi>Partner</hi> of my <hi>Fires,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And still <hi>dear Object</hi> of my rackt <hi>desires;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>I charge you, if you meet my <hi>absent Love,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>With all the <hi>Rhetorick</hi> of our <hi>Sex,</hi> to move</l>
                     <l>His deafn'd <hi>Ears;</hi> and tell him, with a <hi>Sigh,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Deep as my <hi>Wounds,</hi> ah tell him how I <hi>dy.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>—Perhaps that <hi>Tragick Word</hi> may force the dear</l>
                     <l>Relentless <hi>Author</hi> of my <hi>Grief</hi> to hear.</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <pb n="50" facs="tcp:99846:38"/>
                     <head>Daughters of Jerusalem.</head>
                     <l>What thy Beloved is, we first wou'd know,</l>
                     <l>Fairest of <hi>Women!</hi> thou dost <hi>charge</hi> us so.</l>
                     <l>What <hi>Charms unequal'd</hi> in him dost thou see,</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Impatient Fair!</hi> to raise these <hi>Storms</hi> in thee?</l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <head>Sponsa.</head>
                     <l>Commencing all <hi>Perfection,</hi> he is such</l>
                     <l>Your most exalted <hi>Thoughts</hi> can hardly touch,</l>
                     <l>Unsully'd heaps of <hi>Snow</hi> are not so <hi>white,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>He's Fairer than condensed <hi>Beams</hi> of <hi>Light.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>His Rosy <hi>Cheeks</hi> of such a <hi>lucent Dy,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>As <hi>Sol</hi> ne're <hi>gilded</hi> on the <hi>morning Sky.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>His Head like <hi>polish'd Gold,</hi> his <hi>graceful Hair,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Dark as the <hi>Plumes</hi> that <hi>jetty Ravens</hi> wear.</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="51" facs="tcp:99846:38"/>His <hi>Eyes,</hi> the endless <hi>Magazines</hi> of <hi>Love,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>How <hi>soft!</hi> how <hi>sweet!</hi> how powerfully they move!</l>
                     <l>He <hi>breathes</hi> more <hi>sweetness</hi> than the <hi>Infant Morn,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>When <hi>Heavenly Dews</hi> the <hi>Flowry Plains</hi> Adorn.</l>
                     <l>The Fragrant <hi>Drops</hi> of Rich <hi>Arabian Gums</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Burnt on the <hi>Altar,</hi> yield not such <hi>Perfumes.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>His <hi>Hands,</hi> surpassing <hi>Lillies,</hi> grac'd with <hi>Gems</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Fit to Enrich <hi>Coelestial Diadems.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>His <hi>Breast</hi> smooth <hi>Ivory, Enamel'd</hi> all</l>
                     <l>With <hi>Veins,</hi> which <hi>Saphirs</hi> 'twere <hi>unjust</hi> to call</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Divine</hi> his <hi>Steps,</hi> with his Majestick <hi>Air,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Not ev'n the <hi>Lofty Cedars</hi> can <hi>compare.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>So sweet his <hi>Voice,</hi> the listning <hi>Angels</hi> throng</l>
                     <l>With silent <hi>Harps</hi> to th' <hi>Musick</hi> of his <hi>Tongue,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>—He's altogether—<hi>Lovely,</hi> This is <hi>He,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Now, Virgins! <hi>Pity,</hi> tho' you <hi>envy Me.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
               </div>
               <div n="6" type="chapter">
                  <pb n="52" facs="tcp:99846:39"/>
                  <head>CHAP. VI.</head>
                  <lg>
                     <head>(Virgins.)</head>
                     <l>BUt where, ah where can this bright <hi>won<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der</hi> be</l>
                     <l>For, till we see <hi>Him,</hi> we are all <hi>on Fire;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>We'll find <hi>Him out,</hi> or in the search <hi>Expire.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <head>(Bride.)</head>
                     <l>If my <hi>Prophetick Hopes</hi> can rightly guess,</l>
                     <l>The Lovely <hi>Wanderer</hi> in his <hi>GARDEN</hi> is</l>
                     <l>Among the <hi>Lillies,</hi> and the <hi>Spices;</hi> He</l>
                     <l>Is now perhaps kindly <hi>expecting</hi> Me;</l>
                     <l>Oh 'tis a <hi>Heaven</hi> of <hi>Ioy</hi> to think him <hi>Mine.</hi>
                     </l>
                  </lg>
                  <lg>
                     <head>(Bridegroom.)</head>
                     <l>And who can see those <hi>Eyes</hi> and not be <hi>thine?</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="53" facs="tcp:99846:39"/>Thy <hi>Face,</hi> where all the Conquering <hi>Graces</hi> meet;</l>
                     <l>Where Majesty doth <hi>Virgin-softness</hi> greet:</l>
                     <l>Ah turn away those Fair Approachless <hi>Eyes;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>I <hi>Love,</hi> but cannot bear the kind <hi>Surprize.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Hide, hide the <hi>intangling glories</hi> of thy <hi>Hair;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>More bright than <hi>Streams</hi> of <hi>Fluid Silver</hi> are:</l>
                     <l>Expose no more thy <hi>Pearly Teeth,</hi> the while</l>
                     <l>Those <hi>Rosie Cheeks</hi> put on kind looks and smile:</l>
                     <l>Such <hi>genuine charmes,</hi> how strongly they allure</l>
                     <l>My <hi>Soul,</hi> and all their <hi>rivalls beams</hi> obscure.</l>
                     <l>They'r numberless, my <hi>Spouse,</hi> my <hi>Darling</hi> Fair;</l>
                     <l>But one, the <hi>Choice,</hi> and all her <hi>Mother</hi> bare.</l>
                     <l>The <hi>Royal Beauties</hi> saw, the blest the <hi>Sight;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And <hi>Setting,</hi> wonder'd at a <hi>Star</hi> so <hi>Bright.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Who is't, they say, Fair as the <hi>breaking Morn,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>When ruddy <hi>beams</hi> the bashful <hi>Skys</hi> adorn?</l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="54" facs="tcp:99846:40"/>Clear as the <hi>Lamp</hi> that Gilds the Sable <hi>Night;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Dazling <hi>as</hi> Sols <hi>unsufferable</hi> Light:</l>
                     <l>Gentle, <hi>but</hi> awfull, <hi>as a</hi> Scene <hi>of</hi> War;</l>
                     <l>At once her <hi>Graces conquer</hi> and <hi>Indear.</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>And could'st thou think, my Love, I e're de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sign'd</l>
                     <l>To leave a Spouse so <hi>Beautiful</hi> and <hi>Kind?</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>I went but down into the <hi>Almond-grove,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>A Lone-<hi>recess,</hi> indulgent to my Love;</l>
                     <l>Thence rang'd the pleasant <hi>Vale,</hi> whose Spread<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing Vine</l>
                     <l>May quit my care perhaps with <hi>Bounteous Wine:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Where the <hi>Pomgranets</hi> Blooming-<hi>Fruits</hi> dis<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>play</l>
                     <l>More Sanguine-Colours then the <hi>Wings</hi> of <hi>Day:</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>
                        <pb n="55" facs="tcp:99846:40"/>Or e're I was aware, my <hi>happy Eyes</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Met Thee, a Juster <hi>Object</hi> of <hi>surprize;</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Fair as a Vision breaking from the Skyes:</l>
                     <l>Scarce could my <hi>Breast</hi> my <hi>leaping heart</hi> retain;</l>
                     <l>Scarce could my <hi>Soul</hi> the unweildy Joy su<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>stain,</l>
                     <l>When I beheld those <hi>Wellcome Eyes</hi> again.</l>
                     <l>But why that <hi>Discontent</hi> upon the <hi>Brow?</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>Thou wilt not leave me, Cruel <hi>Beauty,</hi> now!</l>
                     <l>
                        <hi>Injurious Charmer,</hi> stay—What needs this <hi>Art,</hi>
                     </l>
                     <l>To try the <hi>Faith</hi> of a Too-constant heart:</l>
                     <l>Return again; let my <hi>Companions</hi> see</l>
                     <l>The Sweet <hi>Inspirer</hi> of my <hi>Flames</hi> in Thee.</l>
                     <l>Return, my Dear, <hi>return,</hi> and shew the most</l>
                     <l>Victorious <hi>Face</hi> that e're the <hi>World</hi> could boast.</l>
                  </lg>
               </div>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="56" facs="tcp:99846:41"/>
               <head>THE
FABLE of PHAETON
Paraphrased From
OVID's METAMORPHOSIS.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>WIth swelling thoughts fixt on his great intent,</l>
                  <l>Now <hi>Phaeton</hi> had climb'd the Suns ascent;</l>
                  <l>And to his radiant Father's Pallace came;</l>
                  <l>Whose heavenly seat lookt blazon'd all with flame:</l>
                  <l>On Stately Pedestalls erected high</l>
                  <l>Above the Convex of the utmost Sky:</l>
                  <l>Its Glorious Front, dazled, yet pleas'd the sight,</l>
                  <l>With vigorous sallys of AEthereal Light.</l>
                  <l>The entrance, all divinely deckt, was wrought,</l>
                  <l>Beyond the invention of a humane thought;</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="57" facs="tcp:99846:41"/>With various figures exquisite and bold,</l>
                  <l>As the Amazing Novelties they told.</l>
                  <l>Here awful <hi>Neptune</hi> rises from the deep,</l>
                  <l>Around the peaceful <hi>Billows</hi> seem to <hi>sleep:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Here dreadful <hi>VVhales</hi> the Blust'ring <hi>Tritons</hi> stride,</l>
                  <l>And raise a <hi>Silver Tempest</hi> as they <hi>glide:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>In mighty <hi>shells</hi> the lovely <hi>Nereids</hi> swim,</l>
                  <l>And blewish <hi>gods</hi> the lofty <hi>billows</hi> climb.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Wide from the Shore a pleasant <hi>scene</hi> of Land,</l>
                  <l>With careless <hi>Beauty</hi> did it self expand:</l>
                  <l>Here Mountains, Valleys, Springs, and <hi>Sacred</hi> Groves,</l>
                  <l>Flocks, Herds, Unpolish'd Shepherds, and their <hi>Loves;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>The Dryads, Satyrs, Silver Gods, and Fawns,</l>
                  <l>Had here their Rural Pallaces and Lawns.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <pb n="58" facs="tcp:99846:42"/>
                  <l>Above all this, appear'd the blest abodes,</l>
                  <l>And gay-Pavilions of th' Immortal Gods:</l>
                  <l>Upon a Painted-Zodiack brightly shone</l>
                  <l>With Glittering Emralds <hi>Sols refulgent Throne:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Here sate in Purple the <hi>Bright God of Day,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>(Whom <hi>Phaeton</hi> now trembles to survey:)</l>
                  <l>Smooth were his Cheeks, most lovely eyes, his brows</l>
                  <l>Adorn'd with <hi>rays,</hi> and his own sacred <hi>boughs:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Around, the <hi>days,</hi> the <hi>months,</hi> and <hi>years</hi> attend,</l>
                  <l>While, at his <hi>feet,</hi> the crooked <hi>Ages</hi> bend:</l>
                  <l>The beauteous Spring (more <hi>gay</hi> than all the rest,)</l>
                  <l>Stood smiling by, clad in a Flowry Vest:</l>
                  <l>Summer, with <hi>Ears</hi> of <hi>Corn,</hi> her <hi>temples</hi> bound,</l>
                  <l>And Autumn with <hi>Luxuriant Clusters</hi> crown'd:</l>
                  <l>In order next old hoary-<hi>Winter</hi> stood;</l>
                  <l>His Aspect <hi>horrid,</hi> and congeal'd his <hi>blood.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <pb n="59" facs="tcp:99846:42"/>
                  <l>Surrounded thus with Majesty and State,</l>
                  <l>Bold <hi>Phaeton's</hi> Illustrious <hi>Father</hi> sate:</l>
                  <l>The God his ventrous Off-spring now espyes;</l>
                  <l>Amaz'd! demands, What urg'd his enter<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>prize?</l>
                  <l>And what great Embassy cou'd bring him to the Skies?</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Monarch</hi> of <hi>Light,</hi> the doubtful Youth returns,</l>
                  <l>Whose absence <hi>Life</hi> it self and <hi>Nature</hi> mourns:</l>
                  <l>Most splendid Ruler of the wellcome <hi>Day,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Serenest <hi>Spring</hi> of all that's <hi>fair</hi> and <hi>gay—</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>If bolder I may speak—if e're—if e're</l>
                  <l>The Thoughts <hi>of Love and Clymene</hi> were dear;</l>
                  <l>—Then grant a certain sign, that may on <hi>Earth</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Resolve the <hi>question'd grandeur</hi> of my <hi>Birth,</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>My best-lov'd-Son, great <hi>Phoebus</hi> made Reply,</l>
                  <l>(And back he casts the radiant Energy</l>
                  <l>Of his thick beams) my <hi>Phaeton</hi> draw Nigh:</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="60" facs="tcp:99846:43"/>And doubt no longer my <hi>Paternal rights;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>For, by my <hi>Clymene,</hi> by th' Intense delights</l>
                  <l>That gave thee Birth, so—now chuse a <hi>sign,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And by the <hi>Dark Infernal Lake</hi> 'tis thine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Straight the <hi>ambitious youth</hi> demands the sway</l>
                  <l>Of his hot <hi>Steeds,</hi> and <hi>Chariot</hi> of the <hi>Day.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>Amaz'd, the <hi>lucent Deity</hi> shook his head,</l>
                  <l>Revolving his Tremendous <hi>Oath,</hi> and said;</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Vnthinking Phaeton</hi> what dost thou ask?</l>
                  <l>Not <hi>Iove</hi> himself durst undertake the <hi>Task:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Though not a God in the <hi>Blew-Arch</hi> more great,</l>
                  <l>Yet even he'd decline our <hi>Flaming Seat.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Can'st thou, a <hi>Mortal,</hi> then supply my <hi>Throne?</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Curb my fierce Steeds, and pass the <hi>Intemperate Zone?</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>So hard and difficult, the <hi>ascent</hi> of day</l>
                  <l>Scarce with <hi>fresh</hi> Horses vanquish I the way:</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="61" facs="tcp:99846:43"/>With <hi>horror,</hi> on the distant Earth at <hi>Noon,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>We from the <hi>Zenith's</hi> dismal heighth look down</l>
                  <l>The steep <hi>Descent;</hi> from thence we swiftly roul:</l>
                  <l>Nor here our headlong <hi>Coursers</hi> Brook con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>troul.</l>
                  <l>Even Lovely <hi>Thetis</hi> sees my <hi>Fall</hi> with dread,</l>
                  <l>Though every Night she expects me to her <hi>Bed.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Besides, thou'lt meet a Thousand rugged Jarrs</l>
                  <l>From the incountring Motions of the <hi>Stars;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Scarce our Immortal <hi>Efforts</hi> stem their force:</l>
                  <l>Betwixt the Bulls sharp hornes then lies thy course,</l>
                  <l>By <hi>Sagitarius,</hi> and the <hi>Scorpion's</hi> Claws,</l>
                  <l>The Gastly <hi>Crab,</hi> and <hi>Leo's</hi> dreadful Jaws.</l>
                  <l>Expect no <hi>Groves,</hi> nor Flowry <hi>Mansions</hi> there,</l>
                  <l>Nor Gods, nor Nymphs; but Monsters every where,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="62" facs="tcp:99846:44"/>Then let a Father's timely Care perswade,</l>
                  <l>And yet retract the dangerous <hi>Choice</hi> thou'st made</l>
                  <l>Be wise, and urge no more this fatal <hi>Sign;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Alas, my <hi>Grief,</hi> too sadly, speaks thee <hi>Mine.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Of all the Earths, or Seas rich Bosoms hide,</l>
                  <l>Or <hi>Treasures</hi> which in upper Air abide;</l>
                  <l>Ask what thou wilt, or dar'st (besides) to wish;</l>
                  <l>Do, <hi>Phaeton,</hi> ask any thing but <hi>this;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And, by my former Sacred <hi>Oath,</hi> 'tis thine.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But the <hi>hot</hi> Youth, fixt on his rash design,</l>
                  <l>With such an Enterprize, the more <hi>inflam'd</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>His anxious <hi>Father's Oath,</hi> now boldly claim'd,</l>
                  <l>Who forc'd to yield. The nimble <hi>hours</hi> soon brought</l>
                  <l>His <hi>Chariot</hi> forth in hot <hi>Vesuvio</hi> wrought,</l>
                  <l>By crafty <hi>Vulcan,</hi> and the <hi>Cyclops</hi> Art,</l>
                  <l>Who'd shown immortal skill in every part:</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="63" facs="tcp:99846:44"/>The <hi>Wheels,</hi> and <hi>Axeltree,</hi> the purest Gold,</l>
                  <l>Bright as those <hi>Lucid Tracts</hi> in which they roul'd:</l>
                  <l>The <hi>Harness</hi> all Emboss'd with <hi>Crysolites,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And twinkling <hi>sparks</hi> of <hi>wondrous colour'd</hi> Lights.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But now <hi>Aurora</hi> from her Eastern Bed,</l>
                  <l>Had, o'er the Expanse her Dewy Mantle spread,</l>
                  <l>The Sickly Moon the Hemisphere resigns;</l>
                  <l>And, with her Waning, <hi>Lucifer</hi> declines.</l>
                  <l>The <hi>Dawning</hi> grew more <hi>fair</hi> and <hi>ruddy</hi> still,</l>
                  <l>And <hi>Sol</hi> officious now against his will:</l>
                  <l>With <hi>Sacred Compounds</hi> his fierce <hi>Orb</hi> allays,</l>
                  <l>Then crowns the Joyful <hi>Hero</hi> with his <hi>Rays:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>With tender Speeches caution'd thus the while,</l>
                  <l>Let not Presumption thy fond Thoughts be<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>guile'</l>
                  <l>To give my hot unruly Steeds their course,</l>
                  <l>But use the <hi>Reins,</hi> with utmost care and force,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="64" facs="tcp:99846:45"/>Along a beaten, broad, and oblique way,</l>
                  <l>Far from the <hi>Poles,</hi> now lies the <hi>Road of Day.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Avoid the <hi>Altar,</hi> and the hissing <hi>Snake,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Both <hi>opposite,</hi> betwixt them keep the Track;</l>
                  <l>Observe a careful distance from the <hi>Skyes,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Lest thou assront the awful <hi>Deities;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Nor near the Earth approach, <hi>the mean is best;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>To <hi>Destiny</hi> with <hi>hope</hi> I leave the rest.</l>
                  <l>For, loe the pale <hi>Commandress</hi> of the <hi>Night</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Resigns her <hi>Empire</hi> to th' expected <hi>Light.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Take up the <hi>Reins;</hi> or yet, or yet be <hi>wise,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And graspa more <hi>proportion'd</hi> enterprize:</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>But <hi>Phaeton,</hi> as <hi>resolute</hi> as <hi>great,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Undaunted, leaps into the <hi>Blazing Seat;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Pleas'd with his glorious charge, nor doubts his Skill</l>
                  <l>To manage it, he Mounts th' <hi>Olympick Hill.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="65" facs="tcp:99846:45"/>Aloud th' Immortal Steeds begin to Neigh,</l>
                  <l>And strike their Fiery <hi>Hoofs,</hi> and make <hi>new Day;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>As through she clouds they cut their <hi>sparkling way:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And finding now the Reeling <hi>Chariot</hi> fraught</l>
                  <l>With nothing congruous to <hi>Celestial weight;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Unruly grow, and heedless of the <hi>Rein,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Its feeble <hi>Checks,</hi> and trembling <hi>Guide</hi> disdain;</l>
                  <l>And, all disorder'd, <hi>careless</hi> of their <hi>way,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Through <hi>Paths</hi> unknown to <hi>Sol</hi> himself, they <hi>stray:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Now near the Fair <hi>Triones,</hi> who, in vain,</l>
                  <l>Implor'd more Temperate Quarters in the Main</l>
                  <l>With Heat reviv'd, see the fierce <hi>Serpent</hi> roul,</l>
                  <l>Tho' fix'd his Station near the Frozen Pole.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Bootes sweats,</hi> and drives his <hi>Lazy Team</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>A nimble <hi>pace;</hi> untry'd before by them,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="66" facs="tcp:99846:46"/>As much distress'd, unhappy <hi>Phaeton</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>From Great <hi>Olympus</hi> arched Top looks down:</l>
                  <l>Black <hi>horror</hi> now, and aggravating <hi>fear,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Through all his Conscious thoughts trium<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>phant were:</l>
                  <l>He Curst his <hi>Pride,</hi> conspicuous Seat, and Birth,</l>
                  <l>And covets the obscurest place on <hi>Earth;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>To be the Son of <hi>Meropes,</hi> safe below,</l>
                  <l>Unknown to Gods and Men, would please him now;</l>
                  <l>So, all confus'd, the hopeless <hi>Pilot</hi> Raves,</l>
                  <l>And yields, at last, to the relentless <hi>Waves.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>What can he do? much of the <hi>Glowing East</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Is yet Unconquer'd; more he dreads the <hi>West,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>That dangerous <hi>Fall;</hi> nor one clear <hi>Track</hi> can fin'd</l>
                  <l>In Heaven; nor call his Horses <hi>Names</hi> to mind:</l>
                  <l>VVho now near where the dreadful Scorpion lay,</l>
                  <l>Hurryd the shatter'd Chariot of the Day:</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="67" facs="tcp:99846:46"/>Proud of the <hi>Reins,</hi> which from his trembling hands</l>
                  <l>Now faintly <hi>drop,</hi> no <hi>obstacle</hi> withstands</l>
                  <l>Their furious <hi>course;</hi> but through the <hi>blazing</hi> Sky</l>
                  <l>They <hi>foam,</hi> and <hi>rave,</hi> and all disorder'd fly.</l>
                  <l>Now upward, to the Stars, a <hi>Path</hi> they rend,</l>
                  <l>Then down agen the frightful <hi>Steeps</hi> descend:</l>
                  <l>Below, her <hi>own Diana</hi> from afar,</l>
                  <l>With wonder, views her radiant <hi>Brothers Car:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>The exhaled Earth down to its Centre dry,</l>
                  <l>Wants <hi>Iuice,</hi> her fainting <hi>Products</hi> to supply:</l>
                  <l>Assaulted with the too prevailing rays,</l>
                  <l>In fatal Flames, whole <hi>Towns</hi> and Mountains blaze:</l>
                  <l>High <hi>Athos, Oete,</hi> and the Pin'y top</l>
                  <l>Of pleasant <hi>Ida</hi> into Cinders drop:</l>
                  <l>Old <hi>Tmolus,</hi> the <hi>Cicillian</hi> Mount, and high</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Parnassus,</hi> smoak up to the darkned Sky:</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Vesuvio</hi> roars, more fierce its entrails glow;</l>
                  <l>Nor work the <hi>Cyclops</hi> at their Anvils now.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="68" facs="tcp:99846:47"/>Steep <hi>Othrys, Cynthus, Erix, Mimas,</hi> flame</l>
                  <l>Nor <hi>Rhodopean</hi> Snows the fiercer Fire can tame.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Cauoasus</hi> frys, <hi>Dindyma</hi> chaps, and burns</l>
                  <l>Her kindling Grove; fair <hi>Aphrodites</hi> mourns.</l>
                  <l>The Airy <hi>Alps,</hi> and Gloomy Appenine,</l>
                  <l>With <hi>Ossa,</hi> in the <hi>conflagration</hi> shine:</l>
                  <l>Surrounded thus with Smoak, and Wrathful Fires,</l>
                  <l>Unhappy <hi>Phaeton</hi> almost <hi>expires:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Despair</hi> within, and <hi>Terror</hi> all without,</l>
                  <l>By's surious Steeds, at pleasure, hurl'd about;</l>
                  <l>Gasping, and saint, still hurried round, nor more,</l>
                  <l>Tho prop't by Fate, a <hi>Mortal</hi> could have bore:</l>
                  <l>They say, the <hi>Ethiopians</hi> now with heat</l>
                  <l>Adust, and scorch't, diffus'd a Sable Sweat;</l>
                  <l>And all the wasted <hi>Fountains</hi> sadly ring</l>
                  <l>Of some fair <hi>Nais,</hi> Mourning for her <hi>Spring.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="69" facs="tcp:99846:47"/>Nor from the Mightyer Streams the Flame re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>coils,</l>
                  <l>For in its <hi>Channel</hi> antient <hi>Tana'is</hi> boyls.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Xanthus,</hi> whose Waves agen that Fate must know;</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Maeander,</hi> whose wild Waters, circling flow.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Melas, Eurotas, Ister,</hi> and the Fair</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Euphrates,</hi> Torrents, half exhausted are.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Orontes, Phasis,</hi> and the cooler Stream</l>
                  <l>Of <hi>Sperchius</hi> now like boyling <hi>Chaldron's</hi> Steam;</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Alpheus, Ganges,</hi> and the flowing Gold,</l>
                  <l>That in the Rich <hi>Pactolus Channel</hi> roul'd:</l>
                  <l>The <hi>Muses</hi> Mourn; their <hi>Swans,</hi> who, as they dye</l>
                  <l>In Charming <hi>Notes,</hi> breath their own <hi>Elegy:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Deep, in his utmost Subterranean <hi>Bed,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Great Nilus</hi> hides his <hi>undiscover'd Head.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="70" facs="tcp:99846:48"/>
                     <hi>Earth</hi> cracks, to <hi>Hell</hi> descend the hated <hi>beams,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And Plague the <hi>howling Ghosts</hi> with worse ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>treams:</l>
                  <l>The exhausted <hi>Ocean</hi> leaves a <hi>Field</hi> of <hi>Sand;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Nor does vext <hi>Neptune</hi> one cool <hi>Wave</hi> com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mand.</l>
                  <l>He has lost his share of the grand <hi>Monarchy,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And vainly lifts his <hi>forked Trident</hi> high.</l>
                  <l>The Lovely Sisters melt upon the <hi>Rocks,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>While Aged <hi>Doris</hi> tares her Silver <hi>Locks:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>The <hi>Phocoe</hi> dye; the <hi>Dolphins</hi> vainly dive</l>
                  <l>In scalding <hi>streams,</hi> to keep themselves alive.</l>
                  <l>As much the Goddess of the <hi>Earth</hi> distrest,</l>
                  <l>With trembling <hi>Lips</hi> the King of Gods addrest;</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>If thou the Groaning <hi>World's</hi> Destruction mean,</l>
                  <l>(Incensed <hi>Iove</hi>) VVhy sleep thy <hi>THVNDERS</hi> then?</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="71" facs="tcp:99846:48"/>If thou the cause of this <hi>Calamity;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Or if 'tis some less potent God then <hi>thee:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>VVhere's all thy <hi>goodness,</hi> all thy <hi>gentle</hi> care</l>
                  <l>For Mortals now-that should these Ills re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pair?</l>
                  <l>Have I for this thy Sacred <hi>Victims</hi> fed</l>
                  <l>In Hecatombs, to thy high <hi>Altars</hi> led?</l>
                  <l>Those <hi>Altars,</hi> which with thy bright <hi>Temples</hi> smoak,</l>
                  <l>VVhile <hi>Iove,</hi> in vain, the gasping-<hi>Priests</hi> In<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>voke:</l>
                  <l>And loe the Mighty <hi>Poles</hi> begin to <hi>fume;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And, Wher's thy <hi>Starry Seat</hi> should they <hi>con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>sume?</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Tyr'd <hi>Atlas sweating,</hi> of his <hi>load</hi> complains,</l>
                  <l>And scarce the <hi>burning Axletree</hi> sustains:</l>
                  <l>But, fainting here, she stop'd, and shrinks her <hi>head</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Below the gloomy <hi>Lodgings</hi> of the Dead.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Iove</hi> calls the Gods (with him, whose daring Son,</l>
                  <l>Too fond of Glory, had this <hi>Mischief</hi> done:)</l>
                  <l>To view the <hi>dreadful flames;</hi> then mounts on high,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="72" facs="tcp:99846:49"/>The lostyest <hi>Turret</hi> that commands the Sky;</l>
                  <l>From whence he us'd to shade the sultry <hi>Air,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And with kind <hi>Showers</hi> the Parched <hi>Earth</hi> to chear:</l>
                  <l>But throws his <hi>Flood-gates</hi> open now in vain,</l>
                  <l>And prest the light <hi>transparent clouds</hi> for <hi>Rain:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>At which incens'd, his ruddy Thunder glows,</l>
                  <l>Nor durst the <hi>God</hi> of <hi>beams</hi> himself oppose.</l>
                  <l>See the wing'd Vengeance now, see where it breaks,</l>
                  <l>On the rash cause of those lamented <hi>Wrecks;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And sends the bold Usurper breathless down</l>
                  <l>To the scorch't Earth from his <hi>affected</hi> Throne:</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>So strike the <hi>Gallick Tyrant,</hi> that has hurl'd</l>
                  <l>As guilty <hi>flames</hi> through the complaining VVorld.</l>
                  <l>So awful <hi>Iove,</hi> so Strike him from his <hi>Seat,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And all his <hi>Aims,</hi> and all his <hi>Hopes</hi> defeat.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="1" facs="tcp:99846:49"/>
               <head>THE
WISH,
IN A
POEM
TO THE
ATHENIANS.</head>
               <l>WOu'd some kind Vision represent to me</l>
               <l>How bright thy Streets, Celestial <hi>Salem!</hi> be;</l>
               <l>I'd trace thy shining pearly Faths, and tell</l>
               <l>How bless'd are those that in thy Temple dwell:</l>
               <l>How much more bright than e're proud Phoebus shed</l>
               <l>Are those vast Rays the Eternal Sun does spread!</l>
               <l>Cou'd I the chiefest of ten thousands view,</l>
               <l>Wou'd Angels me their Admiration shew,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="2" facs="tcp:99846:50"/>I'd tell the Virgins, tell 'em o'reagen</l>
               <l>How fair he lookt to the black Sons of men:</l>
               <l>Might I, but ah, while clogg'd with sinful Flesh,</l>
               <l>In vain I breath out the impatient Wish!</l>
               <l>But have a glimpse of those fair Fields of Bliss,</l>
               <l>Where dress'd in Beams, the shining Saints do move</l>
               <l>More gay then all the fancy'd shades of Love:</l>
               <l>Where still from pure exhaustless fountains, to</l>
               <l>Bright Silver streams the Chrystal Waters flow;</l>
               <l>Where the true Son of Glory ne're declines,</l>
               <l>But with unclouded Vigour always shines.</l>
               <l>Where endless Smiles coelestial Faces wear,</l>
               <l>No Eye eclips'd with a rebellious Tear,</l>
               <l>For Greif is an unheard of Stranger there.</l>
               <l>Say then, if ought of that bless'd place you know,</l>
               <l>Describe its Bliss, its dazling Glories show!</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="3" facs="tcp:99846:50"/>
               <head>The Athenians Answer.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>AH! Bright <hi>Vnknown!</hi> you <hi>know not what you ask!</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Angels</hi> wou'd <hi>bend</hi> beneath the <hi>unequal Task.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Were that <hi>bless'd World</hi> disclos'd, 'twou'd seem so <hi>fair,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Who wou'd not leap <hi>Lifes Barriers</hi> to be there?</l>
                  <l>Yet see a Glimpse, all, Heav'n permits to see,</l>
                  <l>And learn the rest from Faith and Extasie.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>The <hi>Paradise of God,</hi> those happy <hi>seats</hi> which cost</l>
                  <l>Far more than that fair <hi>Eden</hi> we have lost;</l>
                  <l>Exceeds <hi>luxuriant Fancies</hi> richest dress,</l>
                  <l>And Beggers <hi>Rhime</hi> and <hi>Numbers</hi> self t' express.</l>
                  <l>—No, were we lost in that primaeval Grove</l>
                  <l>Where Father <hi>Adam</hi> with his New-born Bride</l>
                  <l>Walkt careless, walkt and lov'd, nor Want, nor Sin,</l>
                  <l>Nor jealous Rage, nor curst tormenting Hopes</l>
                  <l>Their Sacred Verge approaching cou'd we pierce</l>
                  <l>As the blind Bard, with intellectual sight</l>
                  <l>Thro' those first happy Mortals <hi>Sylvan shade,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="4" facs="tcp:99846:51"/>Thro'clust'ring Vines whose swelling Purple Grapes</l>
                  <l>With generous Juice invited the bless'd Pair</l>
                  <l>To taste, nor fear to dye; were all the Springs</l>
                  <l>That from some easie Mountains mossy side</l>
                  <l>Or hoary Rock ran gently murmuring,</l>
                  <l>A thousand Flour's upon the bending Banks,</l>
                  <l>A thousand Birds upon the fragrant Trees,</l>
                  <l>And <hi>Eve</hi> her self all smiling ioyn'd the Quire,</l>
                  <l>With blissful Hymns of chast and holy Love</l>
                  <l>Were these and more united to compose</l>
                  <l>A Poets Heaven to the true Heaven 'twou'd be</l>
                  <l>A Barren Wilderness, nay worse, a World.</l>
                  <l>—Not Reasons self, a Ray of the divine</l>
                  <l>Off-spring, and Friend of God, when manacled</l>
                  <l>In sinful mortal mold, altho' it trace,</l>
                  <l>No Sister Truth thro' each <hi>Dedalean</hi> maze,</l>
                  <l>And builds on Sense with well poiz'd Argument,</l>
                  <l>Not that can tell us what we there shall see,</l>
                  <l>Or have or know, or do, or ever be.</l>
                  <l>Nay tho' with nobler Faiths more perfect Glass,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="5" facs="tcp:99846:51"/>We look beyond the Christal starry Worlds,</l>
                  <l>We know but <hi>part,</hi> sunk in our <hi>darksom</hi> selves,</l>
                  <l>And from Life's dungeon wish the glim'ring Light,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Coasters</hi> of Heav'n we <hi>beat</hi> along the <hi>shore,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Some Creeks and Landmarks found, but know no more.</l>
                  <l>The Inland Country's undiscover d still,</l>
                  <l>The glorious City of th' eternal King,</l>
                  <l>Yet of coelestial Growth we bear away,</l>
                  <l>Some rich immortal Fruit, Joy, Peace and Love,</l>
                  <l>Knowledge and Praise, Vision and pure Delight,</l>
                  <l>Rivers of Bliss, ay-dwelling from the Throne</l>
                  <l>Of the most high, exhaustless Fund of Light.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>There, there is Heav'n,</hi> 'tis he who makes it so,</l>
                  <l>The Soul can hold no more, for God is all,</l>
                  <l>He only equalls its capacious Grasp,</l>
                  <l>He only o're fills to spaces infinite,</l>
                  <l>Ah! who can follow?—That shall only those</l>
                  <l>Who with intrepid <hi>Breasts</hi> the <hi>World</hi> oppose.</l>
                  <l>Tear out the <hi>glitt'ring Snake,</hi> tho' ne're so close it <hi>twine,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And part with <hi>mortal Ioys</hi> for <hi>Ioys Divine.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="6" facs="tcp:99846:52"/>
               <head>To one that perswades me to leave the Muses.</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>FOrgo the <hi>charming Muses!</hi> No, in spight</l>
                  <l>Of your ill-natur'd Prophecy I'll write,</l>
                  <l>And for the future <hi>paint</hi> my thoughts at large,</l>
                  <l>I waste no paper at the <hi>Hunderds</hi> charge:</l>
                  <l>I rob no <hi>Neighbouring Geese</hi> of Quills, nor slink</l>
                  <l>For a collection to the Church for ink:</l>
                  <l>Besides my <hi>Muse</hi> is the most gentle thing</l>
                  <l>That ever yet made an attempt to <hi>sing:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>I call no Lady <hi>Punk,</hi> nor Gallants <hi>Fops,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Nor set the <hi>married world an edge for Ropes;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Yet I'm so seurvily inclin'd to Rhiming,</l>
                  <l>That undesign'd my thoughts <hi>burst out a chiming;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>My <hi>active Genius</hi> will by no means sleep,</l>
                  <l>And let it then its proper channel keep.</l>
                  <l>I've told you, and you may believe me too,</l>
                  <l>That I must this, or greater mischiefe do;</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="7" facs="tcp:99846:52"/>And let the world think me <hi>inspir'd, or mad,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>I'le surely write whilst paper's to be had;</l>
                  <l>Since Heaven to me has a <hi>Retreat assign'd,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>That would inspire a less <hi>harmonious</hi> mind.</l>
                  <l>All that a Poet loves I have in view,</l>
                  <l>Delight some Hills, refreshing Shades, and pleasant Valleys too,</l>
                  <l>Fair spreading Valleys cloath'd with lasting green,</l>
                  <l>And Sunny Banks with gilded <hi>streams between,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Gay as Elisium,</hi> in a Lovers Dream,</l>
                  <l>Or <hi>Flora's</hi> Mansion, seated by a stream,</l>
                  <l>Where free from sullen cares I live at case,</l>
                  <l>Indulge my Muse, and wishes, as I please,</l>
                  <l>Exempt from all that looks like want or strife,</l>
                  <l>I smoothly glide along the Plains of Life,</l>
                  <l>Thus Fate conspires, and what can I do to 't?</l>
                  <l>Besides, I'm <hi>veh'mently in love to boot,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And that there's not a <hi>Willow Sprig</hi> but knows,</l>
                  <l>In whose sad shade I breathe my direful woes.</l>
                  <l>But why for these dull Reasons do I pause,</l>
                  <l>When I've at hand my genuine <hi>one, because!</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <pb n="8" facs="tcp:99846:53"/>
                  <l>And that my Muse may take no counter Spell,</l>
                  <l>I fairly bid the <hi>Boarding Schools</hi> farewel:</l>
                  <l>No <hi>Young Impertinent,</hi> shall here intrude,</l>
                  <l>And vex me from this blisful solitude.</l>
                  <l>Spite of her heart, <hi>Old Puss</hi> shall damn no more</l>
                  <l>Great <hi>Sedley's</hi> Plays, and never look 'em o're;</l>
                  <l>Affront my <hi>Navels,</hi> no, nor in a Rage,</l>
                  <l>Force <hi>Drydens</hi> lofty Products from the Stage,</l>
                  <l>Whilst all the rest of the <hi>melodious crew,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>With the <hi>whole</hi> System of <hi>Athenians</hi> too,</l>
                  <l>For Study's sake out of the Window flew.</l>
                  <l>But I'to Church, shall fill her Train no more,</l>
                  <l>And walk as if I sojurn'd by the hour.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>To <hi>Stepwel</hi> and his Kit I bid adieu,</l>
                  <l>Fall off, and on, be hang'd and <hi>Coopee</hi> too</l>
                  <l>Thy self for me, my <hi>dancing days</hi> are o're;</l>
                  <l>I'le act th'inspired <hi>Bachannels</hi> no more.</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Eight Notes</hi> must for another Treble look,</l>
                  <l>In <hi>Burlesque</hi> to make Faces by the book.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="9" facs="tcp:99846:53"/>
                     <hi>Iapan,</hi> and my esteemed <hi>Pencil</hi> too,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>And pretty Cupid,</hi> in the Glass adieu,</l>
                  <l>And since the dearest friends that be must part,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Old Governess</hi> farewell with all my heart.</l>
                  <l>Now welcome all ye <hi>peaceful Shades</hi> and <hi>Springs,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And welcome all the <hi>inspiring</hi> tender things;</l>
                  <l>That please my <hi>genius,</hi> suit my make and years,</l>
                  <l>Unburden'd yet with all but lovers cares.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>A
POEM</head>
               <head>Occasioned by the report of the Queens Death.</head>
               <l>When <hi>fame</hi> had blown among the <hi>Western</hi> swains,</l>
               <l>The <hi>saddest news</hi> that ever reacht their Plains,</l>
               <l>Like Thunder in my ears the sound did break;</l>
               <l>The <hi>killing accents</hi> which I dare not speak.</l>
               <l>Less was I toucht with that <hi>pernicious Dart,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>That peirc'd through mine to reach my <hi>Daphnes</hi> Heart,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="10" facs="tcp:99846:54"/>From off my Head the <hi>Florid wreath</hi> I tore,</l>
               <l>That I, to please the fond <hi>Orestes,</hi> wore;</l>
               <l>And quite <hi>o're charg'd</hi> with Grief upon the ground,</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>I sunk my Brows,</hi> with mournful <hi>Cypress</hi> Crown'd;</l>
               <l>My trembling Hand sustain'd my drooping Head,</l>
               <l>And at my feet my <hi>Lire</hi> and <hi>Songs</hi> were laid;</l>
               <l>'Twas in a <hi>gloomy Shade,</hi> where o're and o're</l>
               <l>I'de mourn'd my Lov'd Companions loss before;</l>
               <l>But now I vainly strove my Thoughts t'expose,</l>
               <l>In <hi>Numbers</hi> kind, and sensible as those</l>
               <l>For, ah! the <hi>Potent ills</hi> that fill'd my Breast,</l>
               <l>Were much to vast and black to be exprest</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>Pharaphrase on John 21. 17.</head>
               <l>YEs, thou that knowest all, dost know I love thee,</l>
               <l>And that I set no Idol up above thee,</l>
               <l>To thy unerring censure I appael,</l>
               <l>And thou that knowest all things, sure canst tell,</l>
               <l>I Love thee more then <hi>Life</hi> or <hi>Interest,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Nor hast thou any <hi>Rival</hi> in my Breast;</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="11" facs="tcp:99846:54"/>I Love thee so, that I would calmly bear;</l>
               <l>The Mocks of Fools, and bless my happy Ear</l>
               <l>Let me from thee but one kind whisper hear;</l>
               <l>I Love thee so, that for a smile of thine,</l>
               <l>Might this, and all the brighter Worlds be mine,</l>
               <l>I would not pause, but with a noble Scorn,</l>
               <l>At the unequal slighted offer spurn;</l>
               <l>Yes, I to Fools these trifles can resign,</l>
               <l>Nor envy them the World, whilst thou art mine;</l>
               <l>I love thee as my Centre, and can find</l>
               <l>No Point but thee to stay my doubtful mind;</l>
               <l>Potent and uncontroul'd its Motions were,</l>
               <l>Till fixt in thee its only congruous Sphere.</l>
               <l>Urg'd with a thousand <hi>specious Baits,</hi> I stood,</l>
               <l>Displeas'd, and sighing for some <hi>distant good,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>To calm its genuine Dictates—but betwixt</l>
               <l>Them all, remain'd suspended and unfixt.</l>
               <l>I love thee so, 'tis more than Death to be,</l>
               <l>My Life, my Love, my all, depriv'd of thee;</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="12" facs="tcp:99846:55"/>'Tis Hell, 'tis Horror, shades and darkness then,</l>
               <l>Till thou unveil'st <hi>thy Heavenly Face agen;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>I Love thee so, I'de kiss the Dart should free</l>
               <l>My <hi>flatterring Soul,</hi> and send her up to thee;</l>
               <l>O would'st thou break her Chain, with what
delight</l>
               <l>She'd spread her Wings, and bid the world
goodnight.</l>
               <l>Scarce for my bright conductors would I stay,</l>
               <l>But lead thy flaming Ministers the way,</l>
               <l>In their known passage to eternal day.</l>
               <l>And yet the Climes of Light would not seem fair,</l>
               <l>Unless I met my bright Redeemer there;</l>
               <l>Unless I saw my <hi>Shining</hi> Saviours Face,</l>
               <l>And cop't all Heaven in his sweet embrace.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="13" facs="tcp:99846:55"/>
               <head>Paraphrase on Cant. 5. 6. &amp;c.</head>
               <l>OH! How his <hi>Pointed Language,</hi> like a Dart,</l>
               <l>Sticks to the <hi>softest Fibres</hi> of my Heart,</l>
               <l>Quite through my Soul the charming Accents slide,</l>
               <l>That from his <hi>Life inspiring Portals</hi> glide;</l>
               <l>And whilst I the inchanting sound admire,</l>
               <l>My melting Vitals in a Trance expire.</l>
               <l>Oh Son of <hi>Venus,</hi> Mourn thy baffled Arts,</l>
               <l>For I defye the proudest of thy Darts:</l>
               <l>Undazled now, I thy weak Taper View,</l>
               <l>And find no fatal influence accrue;</l>
               <l>Nor would <hi>fond Child</hi> thy feebler Lamp appear,</l>
               <l>Should my bright <hi>Sun</hi> deign to approach more near;</l>
               <l>Canst thou his Rival then pretend to prove?</l>
               <l>Thou a false Idol, he the God of Love;</l>
               <l>Lovely beyond Conception, he is all</l>
               <l>Reason, or Fancy amiable call,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="14" facs="tcp:99846:56"/>All that the most exerted thoughts can reach,</l>
               <l>When sublimated to its utmost streach.</l>
               <l>Oh! altogether Charming, why in thee</l>
               <l>Do the vain World no Form or Beauty see?</l>
               <l>Why do they Idolize a dusty clod,</l>
               <l>And yet refuse their Homage to a God?</l>
               <l>Why from <hi>a beautious</hi> flowing Fountain turn,</l>
               <l>For the Dead Puddle of a narrow <hi>Urn?</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Oh Carnal Madness! sure we falsly call</l>
               <l>So dull a thing as man is, rational;</l>
               <l>Alas, my shining Love, what can there be</l>
               <l>On Earth so splendid to <hi>out-glitter thee?</hi>
               </l>
               <l>In whom the brightness of a God-head Shines,</l>
               <l>With all its lovely and endearing Lines;</l>
               <l>Thee with whose light Mortallity once blest,</l>
               <l>Would throw off its dark Veil to be possest;</l>
               <l>Then altogether Lovely, why in thee</l>
               <l>Do the vain World no Form or Beauty see.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="15" facs="tcp:99846:56"/>
               <head>A Pindarick, to the Athenian Society.</head>
               <lg n="1">
                  <head>I.</head>
                  <l>I'VE toucht <hi>each string,</hi> each muse I have invok't,</l>
                  <l>Yet still the mighty theam,</l>
                  <l>Copes my unequal praise;</l>
                  <l>Perhaps, the <hi>God of Numbers</hi> is provok't.</l>
                  <l>I grasp a Subject fit for none but him,</l>
                  <l>Or <hi>Drydens</hi> sweeter lays;</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Dryden!</hi> A name I ne're could yet rehearse,</l>
                  <l>But straight my thoughts <hi>were all transformed to verse.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <head>II.</head>
                  <l>And now methinks I rise;</l>
                  <l>But still the <hi>lofty Subject</hi> baulks my slight,</l>
                  <l>And still my <hi>muse</hi> despairs to do great <hi>Athens</hi> right;</l>
                  <l>Yet takes the <hi>Zealous Tribute</hi> which I bring,</l>
                  <l>The early products of a Female muse;</l>
                  <l>Untill <hi>the God,</hi> into my breast shall <hi>mightier thoughts
infuse.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="16" facs="tcp:99846:57"/>When I with more Command, and <hi>prouder voice</hi>
shall sing;</l>
                  <l>But how shall I describe the matchless men?</l>
                  <l>I'm lost in the <hi>bright labirinth</hi> agen.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3">
                  <head>III.</head>
                  <l>When the <hi>lewd age,</hi> as ignorant as accurst,</l>
                  <l>Arriv'd in vice and error to the worst,</l>
                  <l>And like <hi>Astrea</hi> banisht from the stage,</l>
                  <l>Virtue and Truth were ready <hi>stretcht for slight;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Their numerous foes,</l>
                  <l>Scarce one of eithers Champions ventur'd to oppose;</l>
                  <l>Scarce one <hi>brave mind,</hi> durst openly engage,</l>
                  <l>To do them right.</l>
                  <l>Till prompted with a generous rage;</l>
                  <l>You cop't with all th' abuses of the age;</l>
                  <l>Unmaskt and <hi>challeng'd</hi> its abhorred crimes,</l>
                  <l>Nor fear'd to <hi>dash</hi> the darling vices of the times.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4">
                  <head>IV.</head>
                  <l>Successfully go on,</l>
                  <l>T' inform and bless mankind as you've begun,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="17" facs="tcp:99846:57"/>Till like your selves they see;</l>
                  <l>The frantick world's imagin'd Joys to be,</l>
                  <l>Vnmanly, sensual and effeminate,</l>
                  <l>Till they with such exalted thoughts possest;</l>
                  <l>As you've inspir'd into my <hi>willing Breast,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Are <hi>charm'd,</hi> like me, from the impending fate.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="5">
                  <head>V.</head>
                  <l>For ah! <hi>Forgive me Heaven,</hi> I blush to say't,</l>
                  <l>I with the vulgar world thought <hi>Irreligion great,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Tho fine my breeding, and my Notions high;</l>
                  <l>Tho train'd in the <hi>bright</hi> tracts of strictest piety,</l>
                  <l>I' like my <hi>splendid tempters</hi> soon grew vain,</l>
                  <l>And laid my slighted innocence a side;</l>
                  <l>Yet oft my nobler thoughts I have bely'd,</l>
                  <l>And to be ill was <hi>even reduc'd to feign.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="6">
                  <head>VI.</head>
                  <l>Untill by you,</l>
                  <l>With more Heroick sentiments inspir'd,</l>
                  <l>I turn'd and <hi>stood</hi> the vigorous torrent too,</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="18" facs="tcp:99846:58"/>And at my former <hi>weak retreat admir'd;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>So much was I by your <hi>example fir'd,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>So much the <hi>heavenly form</hi> did win:</l>
                  <l>Which to my eyes <hi>you'd painted virtue in.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="7">
                  <head>VII.</head>
                  <l>Oh, could my verse;</l>
                  <l>With <hi>equal flights,</hi> to after times rehearse,</l>
                  <l>Your <hi>fame:</hi> It should as bright and Deathless be;</l>
                  <l>As that immortal flame you've rais'd in me.</l>
                  <l>A flame which time:</l>
                  <l>And Death it self, wants power to controul,</l>
                  <l>Not more sublime,</l>
                  <l>Is the <hi>divine composure of my Soul;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>A friendship so exalted and immense,</l>
                  <l>A <hi>female breast</hi> did ne're before commence.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="19" facs="tcp:99846:58"/>
               <head>Paraphrase on Revel. chap. 1. from v. 13. to v. 18.</head>
               <lg n="1">
                  <head>I.</head>
                  <l>WHo could, and yet out-live the Amasing sight!</l>
                  <l>Oh, who could stand the stress of so much
Light!</l>
                  <l>Amidst the Golden Lamps the Vision stood,</l>
                  <l>Form'd like a Man, with all the awe and lustre of a
God.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <head>II.</head>
                  <l>A Kingly Vestre cloath'd him to the ground,</l>
                  <l>And Radiant Gold his sacred breasts surround;</l>
                  <l>But all too thin the Deity to shrow'd;</l>
                  <l>For heavenly Rays expresly shone through the unable Cloud</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3">
                  <head>III.</head>
                  <l>His head, his awful head was grac'd with hair,</l>
                  <l>As soft as snow, as melted silver fair;</l>
                  <l>And from his eys such active Glories flow.</l>
                  <l>The conscious Seraphs well may veil their dimmer
faces too.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4">
                  <pb n="20" facs="tcp:99846:59"/>
                  <head>IV.</head>
                  <l>His Feet were strong and dreadful, as his Port</l>
                  <l>Worthy the Godlike Form they did support;</l>
                  <l>His Voice resembled the Majestick Fall</l>
                  <l>Of mighty Waves: 'Twas awful, great, divine, and
solemn all.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="5">
                  <head>V.</head>
                  <l>His powerful hand a Starry Scepter held,</l>
                  <l>His mouth a threatning two-edg'd sword did
wield,</l>
                  <l>His face so wondrous, so divinely fair,</l>
                  <l>As all the glorious Lights above had been contracted
there.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="6">
                  <head>VI.</head>
                  <l>And now my fainting spirits strove in vain</l>
                  <l>The uncorrected splendor to sustain,</l>
                  <l>Unable longer such bright Rays to meet,</l>
                  <l>I dy'd beneath the Ponderous Load, at the great</l>
                  <l>Vision's Feet.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="7">
                  <pb n="21" facs="tcp:99846:59"/>
                  <head>VII.</head>
                  <l>Till he that doth the springs of Life contain,</l>
                  <l>Breath'd back my soul, and bid me live again;</l>
                  <l>And thus began (but Oh with such an Air,</l>
                  <l>That nothing but a power divine had made me live
to hear.)</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="8">
                  <head>VIII.</head>
                  <l>From an unviewable Eternity</l>
                  <l>I was, I am, and must For ever be:</l>
                  <l>I have been dead, but live for ever now.</l>
                  <l>Amen—And have in Triumph led the Kings of Darkness too.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="22" facs="tcp:99846:60"/>
               <head>To a very Young Gentleman at a
Dancing-School.</head>
               <lg n="1">
                  <head>I.</head>
                  <l>SO when the Queen of Love rose from the Seas,</l>
                  <l>Divinely Fair in such a blest amaze,</l>
                  <l>Th' inamour'd watry Deities did gaze.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <head>II.</head>
                  <l>As we when charming <hi>Flammin</hi> did suprize,</l>
                  <l>More heavenly bright our whole <hi>Seraglio's</hi> Eyes;</l>
                  <l>And not a Nymph her Wonder could disguise.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3">
                  <head>III.</head>
                  <l>Whilst with a graceful Pride the lovely boy</l>
                  <l>Pass'd all the Ladies (like a <hi>Sultan</hi>) by,</l>
                  <l>Only he lookt more absolute and coy.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4">
                  <head>IV.</head>
                  <l>When with an Haughty air he did advance,</l>
                  <l>To lead out some transported she to dance,</l>
                  <l>He gave his hand as carelesly as Chance.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="5">
                  <pb n="23" facs="tcp:99846:60"/>
                  <head>V.</head>
                  <l>Attended with a Universal sigh,</l>
                  <l>On her each Beauty cast a Jealous Eye,</l>
                  <l>And quite fall out with guiltless Destiny.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>To the same Gentleman.</head>
               <l>AH lay this cruel Artifice aside,</l>
               <l>This barbarous distance, and affected Pride;</l>
               <l>Or else resign my heart, which is too great</l>
               <l>For you in this imperious way to treat.</l>
               <l>I know you'r gay and charming as the Spring,</l>
               <l>And that I ne'r beheld a lovelier thing,</l>
               <l>But know as well the influence of my Eyes,</l>
               <l>Nor can you think my heart a vulgar prize.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="24" facs="tcp:99846:61"/>
               <head>A
PASTORAL.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daphne.</speaker>
                  <l>WHy sigh you so, What Grievance can annoy,</l>
                  <l>A Nymph like you? Alas, why sighs my Joy?</l>
                  <l>My <hi>Philomela,</hi> why dost bend thy Head,</l>
                  <l>Hast lost thy Pipe, or is thy Garland dead?</l>
                  <l>Thy flocks are fruitful, flowry all thy Plain;</l>
                  <l>Thy Father's Darling, why should'st thou complain?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Philomela.</speaker>
                  <l>Unfriendly thus, when I expect Relief,</l>
                  <l>To mock the weightier causes of my grief.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daphne.</speaker>
                  <l>Thou dost abuse my Love: How should I guess</l>
                  <l>The unknown Reason of thy Tears, unless</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="25" facs="tcp:99846:61"/>Thy Birds are fled, or else the Winds have blown,</l>
                  <l>This stormy Night, your tallest Cypress down?</l>
                  <l>Thy Shepherd's true, or I had nam'd him first.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Philomela.</speaker>
                  <l>Ah! were he so, I would contemn the rest.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daphne.</speaker>
                  <l>Why dost thou fear it? Not a truer Swain</l>
                  <l>E're drove his Sheep to this frequented Plain.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Philomela.</speaker>
                  <l>Like thee in Ignorance, how blest were I?</l>
                  <l>But Nymph, a falser thing did never sigh:</l>
                  <l>Curse on his Charms; accurst the unlucky day,</l>
                  <l>He sought by chance his wandred flocks this way;</l>
                  <l>When gay and careless, leaning on my Crook,</l>
                  <l>My roving Eyes this fatal Captive took,</l>
                  <l>Well I remember yet with what a grace</l>
                  <l>The Youthful Conquerer made his first address;</l>
                  <l>How moving, how resistless were his sighs;</l>
                  <l>How soft his Tongue, <hi>how very soft his Eyes.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="26" facs="tcp:99846:62"/>When spight of all my Natural Disdain,</l>
                  <l>I fell a Victim to the smiling Swain!</l>
                  <l>Ah, how much blest, how happy had I been,</l>
                  <l>Had I his lovely killing Eyes ne're seen!</l>
                  <l>In these delightsome Pastures long I kept</l>
                  <l>My harmless flocks, and as much pleasure reapt,</l>
                  <l>In being all I hop'd to be, as they,</l>
                  <l>Whose awful Nods subjected Nations sway.</l>
                  <l>The Shepherds made it all their care to gain</l>
                  <l>My heart, which knew no passion but disdain,</l>
                  <l>Till this Young Swain, the Pride of all our Grove,</l>
                  <l>Into my soul infus'd the bane of Love.</l>
               </sp>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="27" facs="tcp:99846:62"/>
               <head>TO
CELINDA.</head>
               <lg n="1">
                  <head>I.</head>
                  <l>I Can't, <hi>Celinda,</hi> say, I love,</l>
                  <l>But rather I adore,</l>
                  <l>When with transported eyes I view,</l>
                  <l>Your <hi>shining</hi> merits o're.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <head>II.</head>
                  <l>A fame so spotless and serene.</l>
                  <l>A vertue so refin'd;</l>
                  <l>And thoughts as great, as e're was yet</l>
                  <l>Graspt by a <hi>female mind.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3">
                  <head>III.</head>
                  <l>There love and honour drest, in all,</l>
                  <l>Their <hi>genuin charms</hi> appear,</l>
                  <l>And with a pleasing force at once</l>
                  <l>They conquer and indear.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4">
                  <pb n="28" facs="tcp:99846:63"/>
                  <head>IV.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Celestial</hi> flames are scarce more bright,</l>
                  <l>Than those your worth inspires,</l>
                  <l>So Angels love and so they burn</l>
                  <l>In just such <hi>holy fires.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="5">
                  <head>V.</head>
                  <l>Then let's my dear <hi>Celinda</hi> thus</l>
                  <l>Blest in our selves contemn</l>
                  <l>The treacherous and deluding Arts,</l>
                  <l>Of those <hi>base things call'd men.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>Thoughts on Death.</head>
               <lg n="1">
                  <head>I.</head>
                  <l>I'm almost to the <hi>fatal period.</hi> come,</l>
                  <l>My forward Glass has well nigh run its last;</l>
                  <l>E're a <hi>few moments,</hi> I shall hear that doom</l>
                  <l>Which ne're will be recall'd, when once 'tis past.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <pb n="29" facs="tcp:99846:63"/>
                  <head>II.</head>
                  <l>Methinks I have <hi>Eternity in view,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And dread to reach the edges of the shore,</l>
                  <l>Nor doth the <hi>prospect,</hi> the less dismal shew,</l>
                  <l>For all the <hi>thousands</hi> that have lanch'd before.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3">
                  <head>III.</head>
                  <l>Why weep my friends, what is their loss to mine,</l>
                  <l>I have but one <hi>poor doubtful</hi> stake to throw,</l>
                  <l>And with <hi>a dying prayer</hi> my hopes resign,</l>
                  <l>If that be lost, I'm lost for ever too.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4">
                  <head>IV.</head>
                  <l>'Tis not the painful agonies of Death,</l>
                  <l>Nor all the <hi>gloomy horrors</hi> of the Grave;</l>
                  <l>Were that the worst, unmov'd I'de yield my breath</l>
                  <l>And with a <hi>smile</hi> the King of Terrors brave.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="5">
                  <head>V.</head>
                  <l>But there's an <hi>after day,</hi> 'tis that I fear:</l>
                  <l>Oh, who shall hide me from that angry brow;</l>
                  <l>Already I the dreadful <hi>accents</hi> hear,</l>
                  <l>Depart from me, and that for ever too.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="30" facs="tcp:99846:64"/>
               <head>THE
Female Passion,</head>
               <lg n="1">
                  <head>I.</head>
                  <l>A Thousand great resolves, as great</l>
                  <l>As reason could inspire,</l>
                  <l>I have commenc'd; but ah how soon</l>
                  <l>The daring thoughts expire!</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <head>II.</head>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Honour and Pride</hi> I've often rouz'd,</l>
                  <l>And bid 'em bravely stand,</l>
                  <l>But e're my charming foe appears</l>
                  <l>They cowardly disband.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3">
                  <head>III.</head>
                  <l>One dart from his <hi>insulting eyes,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Eyes I'm undone to meet,</l>
                  <l>Throws all my boasting faculties</l>
                  <l>At the lov'd Tyrant's feet.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4">
                  <pb n="31" facs="tcp:99846:64"/>
                  <head>IV.</head>
                  <l>In vain alas, 'tis all in vain,</l>
                  <l>To struggle with my fate,</l>
                  <l>I'm sure I ne're shall cease to love,</l>
                  <l>How much less can I hate!</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="5">
                  <head>V.</head>
                  <l>Against relentless destiny,</l>
                  <l>Hopeless to overcome,</l>
                  <l>Not <hi>Sisiphus</hi> more sadly strives</l>
                  <l>With his Eternal Doom.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>TO
STREPHON.</head>
               <l>TO me his sighs, to me are all his vows,</l>
               <l>But there's my hell the depth of all my woes,</l>
               <l>We burn alike, but oh the distant bliss,</l>
               <l>A view of that my greatest torment is;</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="32" facs="tcp:99846:65"/>Accurst ambition, groveling interest,</l>
               <l>Such heated crimes as yet did never rest</l>
               <l>Within my Soul, must now unjustly keep</l>
               <l>Me from my Heaven would they may sink as deep,</l>
               <l>As that black <hi>Chaos</hi> whence they sprung, and leave</l>
               <l>Those mortals wretched which they now deceive.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>Paraphrase on Malachy 3. 14.</head>
               <l>IN vain ye Murmur, we have serv'd the Lord,</l>
               <l>As vainly listned to his flattering word,</l>
               <l>He has forgot, or spake not as he meant;</l>
               <l>Else why are we thus Idly penitent?</l>
               <l>Ye call the haughty blest, erecting those</l>
               <l>That dare my Judgements impiously oppose,</l>
               <l>And own, nay, almost boast themselves my foes,</l>
               <l>Whose crimes would (were I not a God) command</l>
               <l>The scarlet bolts from my unwilling hand;</l>
               <l>Then they that fear'd my great and awful name,</l>
               <l>The only sew that dar'd oppose the stream,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="33" facs="tcp:99846:65"/>Unmov'd against the vulgar torrent stood,</l>
               <l>In spight of numbers resolutely good,</l>
               <l>Not taxing with undecent insolence</l>
               <l>The dark Enigma's of my providence.</l>
               <l>But saw me still illustrious through the same,</l>
               <l>And lov'd and spake, <hi>spake often of my name,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>As oft I closely listned, nor shall they</l>
               <l>Pass unrewarded at the last great day,</l>
               <l>When all their pious services I'll own,</l>
               <l>For in my records I shall find 'em down,</l>
               <l>Their brows I'll Crown with wreaths of victory;</l>
               <l>Whilst Mon and Angels stand spectators by;</l>
               <l>A loud I'll then, aloud proclaim them mine,</l>
               <l>And 'mongst my brightest treasures they shall shine</l>
               <l>Their frailty with more tenderness, than e're</l>
               <l>A father did his only son's I'll spare,</l>
               <l>And then, but ah! too late you'll find it then,</l>
               <l>Who were the wise, the only thinking men;</l>
               <l>Then you shall nothing but derision meet,</l>
               <l>Whilst Angels them with loud applauses greet.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="34" facs="tcp:99846:66"/>
               <head>On Mrs. Rebecka.</head>
               <lg n="1">
                  <head>I.</head>
                  <l>SO brightly Sweet <hi>Florina's</hi> eyes,</l>
                  <l>Their <hi>rising beams</hi> display,</l>
                  <l>That as the scorched <hi>Indians,</hi> we</l>
                  <l>Even dread the comeing day.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <head>II.</head>
                  <l>For if her <hi>morning rays</hi> with such</l>
                  <l>Unusual vigour streams,</l>
                  <l>How must the unhappy world be scorcht,</l>
                  <l>With her <hi>meridian beams?</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3">
                  <head>III.</head>
                  <l>If now she <hi>Innocently</hi> kills</l>
                  <l>With an <hi>an-aiming dart,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Who shall resist her when, with skill,</l>
                  <l>She levels at a heart?</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4">
                  <pb n="35" facs="tcp:99846:66"/>
                  <head>IV.</head>
                  <l>If with each smile the pretty Nymph,</l>
                  <l>Now captivates the sence,</l>
                  <l>What when her <hi>glories at the heighth</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Will be their influence?</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <head>By Dispair.</head>
               <l>WHen the intruding horrors of the night,</l>
               <l>Had just depriv'd our hemisphere of light</l>
               <l>And sable foldings seem'd to imitate,</l>
               <l>The blackness and confusion of my fate,</l>
               <l>As by a Rivers side I walkt along,</l>
               <l>Uncurl'd and loose my artless tresses hung.</l>
               <l>Dispair and love were seated in my face,</l>
               <l>And down I sunk, upon the bending grass,</l>
               <l>There to the streams, my mournful griefs relate,</l>
               <l>Cursing the spightful Stars that rul'd my fate;</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="36" facs="tcp:99846:67"/>To see my tears the gentle floods swell high,</l>
               <l>The Rocks relent, and groan as oft as I,</l>
               <l>The winds less deaf, than my ungreatful Swain,</l>
               <l>Listen and breath o're all my sighs again,</l>
               <l>Ah, never, never, said I with an Air;</l>
               <l>That poor complacent eccho, griev'd to hear,</l>
               <l>And softly fearing to increase my pain,</l>
               <l>No, never, never, she reply'd again,</l>
               <l>Then all things else, as trifles I dispise,</l>
               <l>Said I, and smiling clos'd my wretched eyes.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="37" facs="tcp:99846:67"/>
               <head>TO
ORESTES.</head>
               <l>TO vex thy Soul with these unjust alarms,</l>
               <l>Fye dear mistrustful, can'st thou doubt thy
charms;</l>
               <l>Or think a breast so young and soft as mine,</l>
               <l>Could e're resist such charming eyes as thine?</l>
               <l>Not love thee! witness all ye powers above,</l>
               <l>(That know my heart) to what excess I love,</l>
               <l>How many tender sighs for thee I've spent,</l>
               <l>I who ne're knew what serious passion meant.</l>
               <l>Till to revenge his slighted Votaries,</l>
               <l>The God of love, coucht in thy beauteous eyes,</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="38" facs="tcp:99846:68"/>At once inspir'd and fixt my roving heart,</l>
               <l>Which till that moment sconr'd his proudest dart,</l>
               <l>And now I languish out my life for thee,</l>
               <l>As others unregarded do for me;</l>
               <l>Silent as night, and pensive as a dove,</l>
               <l>Through shades more gloomy than my thoughts I
rove,</l>
               <l>With downcast eyes as languishing an Air,</l>
               <l>The Emblem I of Love, and of Dispair.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="39" facs="tcp:99846:68"/>
               <head>The Athenians Answer, to the Foregoing
Poem.</head>
               <l>WHat <hi>Charms</hi> to two such <hi>Feuds</hi> wou'd equal</l>
               <l>prove?</l>
               <l>You are <hi>possest</hi> with <hi>Poetry</hi> and <hi>Love.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Fruitless experiments no more wee'll try;</l>
               <l>Lost to advice, <hi>Rime</hi> on, <hi>Love</hi> on, and <hi>dye!</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="40" facs="tcp:99846:69"/>
               <head>Paraphrase on Canticles, 7. 11.</head>
               <lg n="1">
                  <head>I</head>
                  <l>COme thou most <hi>charming object</hi> of my love,</l>
                  <l>What's all this <hi>dull Society</hi> to us,</l>
                  <l>Let's to the peaceful <hi>Shades</hi> and <hi>Springs</hi> remove,</l>
                  <l>I'm here uneasy tho I linger thus.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <head>II.</head>
                  <l>What are the <hi>triffles</hi> that I leave behind,</l>
                  <l>I've more then all the <hi>valu'd world</hi> in thee,</l>
                  <l>Where all my Joys and Wishes are confin'd,</l>
                  <l>Thou'rt Day and Life and Heaven it self to me.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3">
                  <head>III.</head>
                  <l>Come my beloved then let us away,</l>
                  <l>To those <hi>blest Seats</hi> where we'll our flames improve,</l>
                  <l>With how much heat shall I carress thee there,</l>
                  <l>And in <hi>sweet transports give up all my love.</hi>
                  </l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="41" facs="tcp:99846:69"/>
               <head>Paraphrase on Micha. 6. 6, 7.</head>
               <lg n="1">
                  <head>I.</head>
                  <l>WHerewith shall I approach this <hi>awful Lord,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>What shall I bring,</l>
                  <l>What sacrifice</l>
                  <l>Will not so <hi>great a deity</hi> despise;</l>
                  <l>Tell me you <hi>lofty spirits</hi> that fall down,</l>
                  <l>The nearest to his throne,</l>
                  <l>Oh tell me how,</l>
                  <l>Or wherewithal shall I before my own, and your
dread maker bow.</l>
                  <l>Will <hi>Carmels verdant</hi> top afford,</l>
                  <l>No equal offering,</l>
                  <l>Ten thousand rams, a bounteous offering 'tis,</l>
                  <l>When all the flocks upon a <hi>thousand spacious hills are his,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Will <hi>Streams of fragrant</hi> oil his wrath controul;</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="42" facs="tcp:99846:70"/>Or the more precious flood,</l>
                  <l>Of my first born's blood,</l>
                  <l>Compound for all my debts and make a full Attone<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ment
for my Soul.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <head>II.</head>
                  <l>If not <hi>great God</hi> what then dost thou require,</l>
                  <l>Or what wilt thou daign to accept from me,</l>
                  <l>All, that my own thou giv'st me leave to call,</l>
                  <l>I willingly again resign to thee.</l>
                  <l>My youth and all its blooming heat,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>My muse and every raptur'd thought,</hi> to thee I dedicate,</l>
                  <l>('Tis fit the islues of that <hi>sacred fire,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Should to its own celestial orb retire)</l>
                  <l>And all my <hi>darling vanities,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>For thee I'll sacrifice,</l>
                  <l>My <hi>favourite lust</hi> and all,</l>
                  <l>Among the rest promiscuously shall fall;</l>
                  <l>No more that <hi>fond beloved</hi> sin I'll spare,</l>
                  <l>Than the great Patriarck would have <hi>done his heir,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And this great God altho a worthless prize,</l>
                  <l>Is a sincere, intire, and early sacrifice.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="43" facs="tcp:99846:70"/>
               <head>The Reflection.</head>
               <l>WHere gilde my thoughts, <hi>rash inclinations stay,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>And let me think what 'tis you fool away,</l>
               <l>Stay ere it be to late, yet stay and take,</l>
               <l>A short review of the great prize at stake.</l>
               <l>Oh! stupid folly 'tis eternal Joy,</l>
               <l>That I'm about to barter for a toy;</l>
               <l>It is my <hi>God</hi> oh dreadful hazard where,</l>
               <l>Shall I again the boundless loss repair!</l>
               <l>It is my <hi>Soul</hi> a Soul that cost the blood,</l>
               <l>And painful agonies of an humbled God,</l>
               <l>Oh blest occasion made me <hi>stay to think,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Ere I was hurri'd off the dangerous brink,</l>
               <l>Should I have took the charming venom in,</l>
               <l>And cop'd with all <hi>these terrors for a sin,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>How equal had my condemnation been?</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="44" facs="tcp:99846:71"/>
               <head>A
SONG.</head>
               <l>
                  <hi>HE's gone</hi> the bright way that his honour
directs him,</l>
               <l>Oh all <hi>ye kind powers</hi> let me beg you protect
him.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>He's</hi> gone my Dear—and left me here mourning;</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>But hang these dull thoughts,</hi> I'le fancy him return<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing.</l>
               <l>Returning, I'le think the great <hi>Hero</hi> Victorious,</l>
               <l>With joy to my Arms as faithful as Glorious.</l>
               <l>Against his bright Eyes, I am sure there's no standing;</l>
               <l>He looks like a God, and moves as Commanding.</l>
               <l>With a Face so Angelick the Foe will be charmed</l>
               <l>The Conquest were his tho he met'em disarm'd.</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="45" facs="tcp:99846:71"/>They could not <hi>(be sure)</hi> of a rational nature,</l>
               <l>That wou'd not relent at so moving a feature.</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Venus</hi> disguis'd he'el be thought by his Beauty;</l>
               <l>And spar'd from the sense of a <hi>generous Duty.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Yet when I reflect on the Wounded and Dying,</l>
               <l>In spight of my Courage it sets me a sighing.</l>
               <l>But the <hi>resolute brave</hi> no danger can stay him,</l>
               <l>Tho' I us'd all my Charms and Arts to delay him.</l>
               <l>Yet oh ye kind powers you are bound to protect him,</l>
               <l>Since he'es gone the bright way that Glory directs him.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="46" facs="tcp:99846:72"/>
               <head>To Madam S—at the Court.</head>
               <lg n="1">
                  <head>I.</head>
                  <l>COme prethee leave the Courts</l>
                  <l>And range the Fields with me;</l>
                  <l>A thousand pretty Rural sports</l>
                  <l>I'le here invent for thee.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="2">
                  <head>II.</head>
                  <l>Involv'd in <hi>blissful innocence</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Wee'l spend the shining day,</l>
                  <l>Untoucht with that mean influence</l>
                  <l>The duller world obey.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="3">
                  <head>III.</head>
                  <l>About the flowry Plains wee'l rove,</l>
                  <l>As gay and unconsin'd:</l>
                  <l>As are inspir'd by thee and love</l>
                  <l>The saleys of my mind.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="4">
                  <pb n="47" facs="tcp:99846:72"/>
                  <head>IV.</head>
                  <l>Now seated by a lovely Stream,</l>
                  <l>Where beauteous Mermaids haunt;</l>
                  <l>My Song while <hi>William</hi> is my Theam,</l>
                  <l>Shall them and thee inchant.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="5">
                  <head>V.</head>
                  <l>Then in some gentle soft retreat;</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Secure as</hi> Venus <hi>Groves,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>We'l all the charming things repeat,</l>
                  <l>That introduuc'd our loves.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="6">
                  <head>VI.</head>
                  <l>I'le pluck fresh Garlands for thy brows,</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>Sweet as a</hi> Zephirs <hi>breath.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>As fair and well design'd as those</l>
                  <l>The Elisyum Lovers wreath.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="7">
                  <head>VII.</head>
                  <l>And like those happy Lovers we,</l>
                  <l>As careless and as blest;</l>
                  <l>Shall in each others converse be</l>
                  <l>Of the whole world possest.</l>
               </lg>
               <lg n="8">
                  <pb n="48" facs="tcp:99846:73"/>
                  <head>VIII.</head>
                  <l>Then prethee <hi>Phillis leave the Courts,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>And range the Fields with me;</l>
                  <l>Since I so many harmless sports</l>
                  <l>Can here procure for thee.</l>
               </lg>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="49" facs="tcp:99846:73"/>
               <head>The Vision. To Theron.</head>
               <l>NOw gentle sleep my willing Eyes had clos'd,</l>
               <l>And this gay Scene the smiling God impos'd;</l>
               <l>Methought I in a Mirtle shade was plac'd,</l>
               <l>My Tresses curl'd, my Brows with Laurel grac'd</l>
               <l>Fresh was the Air, serenely bright the Day,</l>
               <l>And all around lookt ravishingly Gay,</l>
               <l>Active my Thoughts, my Lyre was in my hand,</l>
               <l>And once more <hi>Theron</hi> did my Voice command;</l>
               <l>Once more the charming <hi>Hero</hi> did inspire</l>
               <l>My daring Muse with an Heroick Fire;</l>
               <l>The smiling <hi>Cupids</hi> softly flutter'd round,</l>
               <l>Till animated with the generous sound,</l>
               <l>Like fighting Gods, each shook his Dart and frown'd.</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="50" facs="tcp:99846:74"/>The listning streams inchanted with my Song,</l>
               <l>Scarce drove their still preceeding waves along;</l>
               <l>Whil'st o're and o're complaisant eccho bears,</l>
               <l>Through every cavern the immortal Airs;</l>
               <l>About my Lips th' impatient Zephirs hung,</l>
               <l>To snatch the tuneful Numbers from my Tongue;</l>
               <l>And the pleas'd Graces crowded round to hear their Darling Sung.</l>
               <l>The Queen of Beauty, and her Doves, stood by,</l>
               <l>When I, to please the Lovely Deity,</l>
               <l>Told her, what Looks, what Eyes, and Smiles he had,</l>
               <l>Not her own Charms more fatally betray'd:</l>
               <l>At every strain the wounded Goddess sighs,</l>
               <l>Strains, sweet and powerful, as her own fair Eyes.</l>
               <l>Then, smiling, towards her own bright Orb she flew,</l>
               <l>And, with her, all the Sanguine Visions drew.</l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="51" facs="tcp:99846:74"/>
               <head>A Pastoral Elegy.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Philomela.</speaker>
                  <l>SO, gentle Destinies, decide the strife;</l>
                  <l>Ah! spare but hers, and take my hated Life.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daphne.</speaker>
                  <l>Cease, cease, dear Nymph, the Fates ordain not so.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Philomela.</speaker>
                  <l>The more ungentle they; But wilt thou go?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Daphne.</speaker>
                  <l>I must; and wish my <hi>Epilogue</hi> were done,</l>
                  <l>That from this tiresome stage I may be gone.</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>Philomela.</speaker>
                  <l>Ah me! ah me! this breaks my feeble heart:</l>
                  <l>But find'st thou no Reluctancy to part?</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="52" facs="tcp:99846:75"/>
                  <speaker>Daphne.</speaker>
                  <l>Without the least Reluctance, all below,</l>
                  <l>Save thee, dear Nymph, I willingly forego:</l>
                  <l>My Swain, my Mates, my Flocks and Garland too.</l>
                  <l>In those blest shades, to which my soul must flee,</l>
                  <l>More beauteous Nymphs, and kinder Shep<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>herds be;</l>
                  <l>Who ne're reflect on what they left behind,</l>
                  <l>Rapt with the Joys they in <hi>Elysium</hi> find.</l>
                  <l>By Silver streams, through blissful shades they rove,</l>
                  <l>Their Pleasures to Eternity improve.</l>
                  <l>There all the Smiling Year is cloth'd with Green;</l>
                  <l>No Autumn, but Eternal Spring is seen.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="53" facs="tcp:99846:75"/>There the wing'd Choir in Loud and Artful strains</l>
                  <l>Transmit their Eccho's to the happy Plains:</l>
                  <l>And thither <hi>Strephon</hi> will my Soul pursue,</l>
                  <l>When he, like me, has bid the World adieu.</l>
                  <l>There, if her Innocence she still retain,</l>
                  <l>My <hi>Philomela</hi> I shall claspe again;</l>
                  <l>And there, when Death shall stop his Noble Race,</l>
                  <l>With a more Godlike and Heroick Grace,</l>
                  <l>Thou shalt behold the matchless <hi>Theron's</hi> Face.</l>
                  <l>But now farewel, my latest Sands are run,</l>
                  <l>And <hi>Charon</hi> waits impatient to be gone.</l>
                  <l>Farewel, poor Earth; from thy unhappy shore</l>
                  <l>None ever launch'd more joyfully before.</l>
                  <l>Not Death's Grim Looks affright me, tho so near;</l>
                  <l>Alas! why should the Brave and Vertuous fear:</l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <pb n="54" facs="tcp:99846:76"/>
                  <speaker>Philomela.</speaker>
                  <l>She's gone, she's gone, my dear Companion's gone,</l>
                  <l>And left me in this desert World alone;</l>
                  <l>Unfore't, her Beauteous Soul has took its flight,</l>
                  <l>Serene, and Glittering to Eternal Light.</l>
                  <l>More blind than Love, or Chance, relentless Death,</l>
                  <l>Why didst thou stop my charming <hi>Daphnes</hi> Breath?</l>
                  <l>The best the brav'st, and faithful Friend alive;</l>
                  <l>Fate-cut my Thread, I'll not the loss survive.</l>
                  <l>Alas! Why rises the unwelcome Sun?</l>
                  <l>There's nothing worth our sight now <hi>Daphne's</hi> gone.</l>
                  <l>Go smile on some blest Clime, where thou'st not see</l>
                  <l>A loss so vast, nor Wretch so curst as me;</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="55" facs="tcp:99846:76"/>Whom Grief hath wrapt in so condens'd a shade,</l>
                  <l>As thy intruding beams shall ne're invade:</l>
                  <l>For, What avails thy Light now <hi>Daphne's</hi> gone,</l>
                  <l>And left me Weeping on the Shore alone?</l>
                  <l>Yet could the <hi>Gentle Fair</hi> but see me mourn,</l>
                  <l>From that Blest Place she would perhaps re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>turn.</l>
                  <l>But vain, alas! are my Complaints; she's gone,</l>
                  <l>And left me in this desert VVorld alone.</l>
                  <l>For ah! depriv'd my dearer Life of thee,</l>
                  <l>The World is all a Hermitage to me:</l>
                  <l>No more together we shall sit or walk,</l>
                  <l>No more of <hi>Pan,</hi> or of <hi>Elysium</hi> talk:</l>
                  <l>No more, no more shall I the fleeting Day</l>
                  <l>In kind Endearments softly pass away:</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="56" facs="tcp:99846:77"/>No more the Noblest height of Friendship prove,</l>
                  <l>Now <hi>Daphne's</hi> gone, I know not who to Love.</l>
                  <l>Mourn all ye Groves and Streams, mourn every thing,</l>
                  <l>You'l hear no more the pretty <hi>Syren</hi> Sing.</l>
                  <l>Tune, Shepherds, tune your Pipes to Mournful strains;</l>
                  <l>For we have lost the Glory of our Plains.</l>
                  <l>Let every thing a sadder Look put on;</l>
                  <l>
                     <hi>For</hi> Daphne's <hi>dead, for the Lov'd Nymph is gone.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="57" facs="tcp:99846:77"/>
               <head>Parthenea, an ELEGY.</head>
               <l>WIth <hi>Singing Angels</hi> hence she <hi>posts</hi> a<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>way,</l>
               <l>As <hi>Lovely</hi> now and <hi>excellent</hi> as they:</l>
               <l>For one short Moment <hi>Death's</hi> Grim Looks she bore,</l>
               <l>But ne'r shall see his <hi>Gastly Visage</hi> more.</l>
               <l>Releast from her dull <hi>Fetters;</hi> as the <hi>Light,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Active, and Pure, <hi>Parthenia</hi> takes her <hi>flight;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>And finds, at last, the awfull <hi>Secrecy,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>How Spirits act, and what they do, and be.</l>
               <l>But now she's <hi>swallow'd</hi> in a <hi>flood</hi> of <hi>Light,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>And scarce indures the <hi>Splendour</hi> of the <hi>Sight:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Dear Shade,</hi> whom <hi>Heaven</hi> did so soon remove</l>
               <l>From these <hi>Cold Regions</hi> to the <hi>Land</hi> of <hi>Love;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="58" facs="tcp:99846:78"/>To endless <hi>Pleasures,</hi> and Eternal day;</l>
               <l>How <hi>glittering</hi> now? How <hi>satisfy'd</hi> and <hi>gay</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Art thou? methinks I do but <hi>half lament</hi>
               </l>
               <l>The Lovely Saint from my <hi>Embraces</hi> rent:</l>
               <l>Nor can to those fair <hi>Mansions</hi> cast my eyes,</l>
               <l>To which she's <gap reason="illegible: under-inked" extent="1 word">
                     <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                  </gap> and not recall my <hi>sighs.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>My <hi>grief</hi> so, <gap reason="illegible: under-inked" extent="1 word">
                     <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                  </gap> were as <hi>unjust,</hi> as <hi>vain,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>If from that <hi>Bliss</hi> 'twould hurry her again:</l>
               <l>For tho' the <hi>Charming'st Friend</hi> on Earth I've lost,</l>
               <l>Yet she the while may the <hi>advantage</hi> boast:</l>
               <l>And should her pure <hi>unfetter'd Soul</hi> but daign</l>
               <l>A <hi>careless glance</hi> on these <hi>dark coasts</hi> again,</l>
               <l>'Twould <hi>Smile,</hi> as Conscious, where she left her <hi>Chain;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>And smile agen at the surprizing odds</l>
               <l>Of her late <hi>dwelling,</hi> and those <hi>bright abodes;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Those <hi>bright abodes</hi> where now, securely blest,</l>
               <l>She Sings the <hi>Anthems</hi> of <hi>Eternal rest.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="59" facs="tcp:99846:78"/>
               <head>The Reply to Mr.—</head>
               <lg>
                  <l>NO: I'm unmov'd: nor can thy <hi>charm<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ing Muse</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>One <hi>tender Thought</hi> into my <hi>Breast In<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fuse.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>I am from all those <hi>sensual motions</hi> Free;</l>
                  <l>And you, in vain, speak <hi>pretty things</hi> to Me:</l>
                  <l>For through the Splendid Gallantrys of <hi>Love,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Untouch'd, and careless, now I wildly rove,</l>
                  <l>From all th' <hi>Attacques</hi> of those proud Darts se<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cure,</l>
                  <l>Whose Trifling <hi>Force</hi> too <hi>Tamely</hi> you indure;</l>
                  <l>Nor ought, on Earth's so <hi>delicate</hi> to move</l>
                  <l>My <hi>Nicer Spirit,</hi> and exact my Love:</l>
                  <l>Even <hi>Theron's</hi> Lovely and Inticeing Eyes,</l>
                  <l>Tho' arm'd with flames, I can at last despise;</l>
                  <l>With all the Genuine <hi>charms</hi> and Courtly <hi>Arts,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>By which your Treacherous <hi>Sex</hi> invade our <hi>Hearts:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="60" facs="tcp:99846:79"/>No more those little Things contract my <hi>breast</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>By a Diviner Excellence possest;</l>
                  <l>And, should I yield agen, it dear must cost</l>
                  <l>My <hi>Victor</hi> e're he shall the Conquest Boast;</l>
                  <l>For the Mad Venome's quite expell'd my Veins,</l>
                  <l>And calmer <hi>Reason</hi> now Triumphant Reigns:</l>
               </lg>
               <lg>
                  <l>No more the <hi>dearest object</hi> of my sight</l>
                  <l>Can move a <hi>Soft Sensaetion</hi> of Delight;</l>
                  <l>Or force my lingring Blood a swifter pace,</l>
                  <l>Or Paint new <hi>Smiles</hi> and <hi>Blushes</hi> on my Face.</l>
                  <l>I've rent the <hi>Charming Idol</hi> from my heart,</l>
                  <l>And banisht all from thence that took his part.</l>
                  <l>No more the <hi>Smiling Beaux</hi> shall tempt me on</l>
                  <l>To <hi>Gaze,</hi> and <hi>Sigh,</hi> and think my self undone;</l>
                  <l>Whilst <hi>Love,</hi> like some <hi>Fierce</hi> Torrent uncon<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fin'd,</l>
                  <l>Breaks in, o'f-spreads, and swallows up my Mind;</l>
                  <l>And with its black ungrateful streams controul</l>
                  <l>All the <hi>Diviner</hi> Rays within my Soul.</l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="61" facs="tcp:99846:79"/>No, No: I will, I will no more admire,</l>
                  <l>And urge the Sparks of the now dormant Fire:</l>
                  <l>Nor for a wild Fantastick Extasy,</l>
                  <l>Change the Dear <hi>Ioys</hi> of this blest Liberty;</l>
                  <l>Free, as a wandring <hi>Zephir,</hi> through the Air,</l>
                  <l>Methinks I range, and hate my former Sphear.</l>
                  <l>I meet the Noblest <hi>Forms,</hi> yet scorn to pay</l>
                  <l>A Fond <hi>Devotion</hi> to well-moulded Clay:</l>
                  <l>Nor would I even for my late splendid Chain</l>
                  <l>Forgo this Charming <hi>Liberty</hi> again;</l>
                  <l>Which with so sweet a Calmness fill my <hi>Breast</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>As cannot be in Words, no not in thine Ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>prest.</l>
               </lg>
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               <pb n="62" facs="tcp:99846:80"/>
               <head>A
Pastoral on the QVEEN.</head>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>(Phillis.)</speaker>
                  <l>WHy (<hi>Philomela</hi>) sleep those chearful <hi>Strains,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>With which so much you <hi>gratify'd</hi> the <hi>Plains?</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>When every <hi>murmuring stream</hi> and <hi>pretty spring</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Of some soft <hi>Tale</hi> would stop to hear thee Sing</l>
                  <l>In <hi>Notes,</hi> that all the <hi>Nymphs</hi> and <hi>Shepherds</hi> mov'd;</l>
                  <l>And <hi>Theron</hi> too, had he been by, had <hi>Lov'd.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>But ah! unwellcome <hi>Alteration,</hi> now</l>
                  <l>No pleasant <hi>Smile,</hi> or <hi>Wreath,</hi> adorns thy <hi>Brow:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>About the <hi>Plains</hi> thy <hi>Flocks</hi> neglected, stray;</l>
                  <l>And thou, as <hi>careless</hi> and <hi>forlorn</hi> as they:</l>
                  <l>In <hi>hollow Rocks,</hi> and <hi>Cypress Shades,</hi> alone,</l>
                  <l>Dost Teach the <hi>Mournful Dove</hi> a sadder Mone.</l>
                  <l>For, all I heard from thee, when <hi>listning by,</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Were <hi>broken Notes,</hi> of some sad <hi>Elegy:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="63" facs="tcp:99846:80"/>But such a great and <hi>unaffected</hi> Air</l>
                  <l>Thy <hi>Solitary Lamentations</hi> were,</l>
                  <l>I find, no selfish <hi>Grief,</hi> or <hi>Interest</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Cou'd draw those <hi>Generous Murmurs</hi> from thy <hi>Breast.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>'Tis sure, the <hi>Publick Loss</hi> thou dost condole;</l>
                  <l>'Tis that which yet lies pressing on thy <hi>Soul.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
               <sp>
                  <speaker>(Philomela.)</speaker>
                  <l>'Tis that indeed, our common loss and care,</l>
                  <l>Which, in my Breast, claims this <hi>unvulgar share;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Too sadly claims it: Oh! the <hi>Queen,</hi> the <hi>Queen</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Has left the <hi>World:</hi> but Heaven! How black a Scene</l>
                  <l>Her <hi>Exit</hi> makes it?—Oh <hi>Illustrious Saint!</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>(By Death, from our most warm <hi>Caresses</hi> rent;</l>
                  <l>Could I but speak thy Worth: But that's a <hi>Theme</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Too mighty for my boldest <hi>Thoughts</hi> to <hi>Stem:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Ev'n my own <hi>Grief,</hi> I have no <hi>words</hi> to Paint,</l>
                  <l>Nor find my <hi>Love</hi> an Elegant <hi>Complaint.</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>
                     <pb n="64" facs="tcp:99846:81"/>My <hi>Lyre</hi> it self no more can give me ease,</l>
                  <l>(Nor the strong <hi>Tumults</hi> of my <hi>Soul</hi> appease;</l>
                  <l>No more can give my swelling <hi>Breast</hi> relief,)</l>
                  <l>Then <hi>Fate reverse</hi> the Subject of my <hi>Grief:</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>'Tis all in vain—</l>
                  <l>Alass! the Royal <hi>Shepherdess</hi> is gone;</l>
                  <l>And, with her, the Whole Sex's <hi>Glory</hi> flown.</l>
                  <l>Oh! Could not all those <hi>Heavenly Virtues</hi> Save</l>
                  <l>Divine <hi>Maria</hi> from th' <hi>Insatiate Grave?</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>Nor her's, and our Dear <hi>Hero's</hi> Moving Tears?</l>
                  <l>Nor all the poor Lamenting Nations Fears?</l>
                  <l>No, no; they could not—She resigns Her <hi>Breath;</hi>
                  </l>
                  <l>The Charming <hi>QVEEN</hi> a <hi>Trophy</hi> falls to <hi>Death.</hi>
                  </l>
               </sp>
            </div>
            <div type="poem">
               <pb n="65" facs="tcp:99846:81"/>
               <head>A
Farewel to LOVE.</head>
               <l>WEll, since in spight of all that Love can do,</l>
               <l>The dangerous steps of Honour thoul't pursue,</l>
               <l>I'll just grow Wise and Philosophick too:</l>
               <l>I'll bid these tender silly things Farewel;</l>
               <l>And Love, with thy great Antidote, expel:</l>
               <l>I'll tread the same Ambitious Paths with thee,</l>
               <l>And Glory too shall be my Deity.</l>
               <l>And now I'll once release my Train of Fools,</l>
               <l>In <hi>Sheer good</hi> Nature to the Loving Souls;</l>
               <l>For Pity's-sake at last I'll set at rights</l>
               <l>The vain conceits of the presumptuous Wights:</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="66" facs="tcp:99846:82"/>For tho' I shake off <hi>Therons</hi> Chains, yet he</l>
               <l>Is all that e'er deserv'd a Smile from me.</l>
               <l>But he's unjust, and false; and I a part</l>
               <l>Would not accept, tho' of <hi>a MONARCH's</hi> heart.</l>
               <l>And therefore flattering hopes, and wishes too,</l>
               <l>With all Loves soft Concomitants, adieu:</l>
               <l>No more to its Imperious Yoke I'll bow;</l>
               <l>
                  <hi>Pride and Resentment</hi> fortify me now.</l>
               <l>My Inclinations are reverst; nor can</l>
               <l>I but abhor the Slavery of Man,</l>
               <l>How e'er the <hi>empty Lords of Nature boast</hi>
               </l>
               <l>O're me, their Fond Prerogative is lost:</l>
               <l>For, Uncontroul'd, I thus resolve to rove,</l>
               <l>And hear no more of <hi>Hymen,</hi> or of <hi>Love:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>No more such Wild Fantastick things shall Charm:</l>
               <l>My Breast; nor these Serener Thoughts Alarm.</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="67" facs="tcp:99846:82"/>No more for Farce; I'll make a Lover Creep,</l>
               <l>And look as Scurvy as if he had bit a Sheep.</l>
               <l>Nor with Dissembled Smiles indulge the Fops,</l>
               <l>In pure Revenge to their Audacious hopes;</l>
               <l>Tho' at my Feet a thousand Victims lay,</l>
               <l>I'd proudly spurn the Whining Slaves away.</l>
               <l>Deaf, as the Winds, or <hi>Theron,</hi> would I prove,</l>
               <l>And hear no more of <hi>Hymen,</hi> or of <hi>Love.</hi>
               </l>
               <l>Like bright <hi>Diana</hi> now I'll range the Woods,</l>
               <l>And haunt the silent Shades and silver Floods</l>
               <l>I'll find out the Remotest Paths I can,</l>
               <l>To shun th' Offensive, Hated Face of Man.</l>
               <l>Where I'll Indulge my Liberty and Bliss,</l>
               <l>And no <hi>Endimyon</hi> shall obtain a Kiss.</l>
               <l>Now, <hi>Cupid, Mourn;</hi> the inlargement of my fate</l>
               <l>Thou'st lost a Politician in thy State:</l>
               <l>I could have taught thee, hadst thou lost thy Arm<gap reason="illegible: under-inked" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>
               </l>
               <l>To fool the World with more delusive Ch<gap reason="illegible: under-inked" extent="4 letters">
                     <desc>••••</desc>
                  </gap>
               </l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="68" facs="tcp:99846:83"/>I could have made thy Taper burn more bright,</l>
               <l>And wing thy Shafts with an unerring flight:</l>
               <l>'Twas I directed that successful dart,</l>
               <l>That found its way to the <hi>Great—'s heart:</hi>
               </l>
               <l>'Twas I that made the lovely <hi>Fl—n</hi> bow,</l>
               <l>A proud contemner of thy Laws, till now;</l>
               <l>I Sung thy Power, and Inspir'd the Swains,</l>
               <l>Or thou hadst been no Deity on the Plains,</l>
               <l>Yet think no more my freedom to surprize,</l>
               <l>VVhich nothing can controul but <hi>Theron's eyes;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>And every flattering Smile, and every Grace,</l>
               <l>VVith all the Air of that Bewitching Face,</l>
               <l>My Pride and Resolutions may deface:</l>
               <l>For from those eyes for ever I'll remove,</l>
               <l>To shun the Sight of what I would not love:</l>
               <l>And then, tho every <hi>Cyclop</hi> stretcht his Art,</l>
               <l>To form the little angry God a dart,</l>
               <l>I'll yet defy his rage to touch my Heart:</l>
               <l>
                  <pb n="69" facs="tcp:99846:83"/>For tho my years compel me to disdain,</l>
               <l>Of the false Charmer meanly to complain;</l>
               <l>'Tis yet some satisfaction to my Mind,</l>
               <l>I for his sake abandon all Mankind.</l>
               <l>My Prouder Muse, to love no more a slave,</l>
               <l>Shall Sing the Gust, the Fortunate and Brave,</l>
               <l>And twine her <hi>Promis'd Wreaths</hi> for <hi>Theron's Brow,</hi>
               </l>
               <l>The <hi>Hero,</hi> not the faithless <hi>Lover</hi> now.</l>
               <l>More Blooming Glories mayst thou still ac<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>quire,</l>
               <l>And urge my Breast with a more active fire.</l>
               <l>May New Successes wait upon thy Sword,</l>
               <l>And deathless Honour all thy Acts record.</l>
               <l>May all thou dost thy Character compleat;</l>
               <l>And, like thy self, be loyal still and great:</l>
               <l>
                  <gap reason="illegible: under-inked" extent="1 word">
                     <desc>〈◊〉</desc>
                  </gap> in an equal Orb as free I move,</l>
               <l>And think no more of <hi>Hymen,</hi> or of <hi>Love.</hi>
               </l>
            </div>
            <trailer>FINIS.</trailer>
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