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FAIN would my Mafe the flow'ry Treasures fing,
And humble glories of the youthful Spring;
Where opening Roses breathing sweets diffufe,
And foft Carnations show'r their balmy dews;
Where Lilies fmile in virgin robes of white,
The thin undrefs of fuperficial Light,
And vary'd Tulips show so dazzling gay,
Blufhing in bright diverfities of day.
Each painted flowret in the lake below
Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow;
And pale Narciffus on the bank, in vain
Transformed, gazes on himself again.
Here aged trees Cathedral Walks compose,
And mount the hill in venerable rows;
There the green Infants in their beds are laid,
The Garden's Hope, and its expected shade.
Here Orange-trees with blooms and pendants shine,
And vernal honours to their autumn join ;
Exceed their promise in their ripen'd store,
Yet in the rifing bloffom promife more.
There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play,
By Laurels fhielded from the piercing day:
Where Daphne, now a tree as once a maid,
Still from Apollo vindicates her shade,
Still turns her beauties from th' invading beam,
Nor feeks in vain for fuccour to the ftream.
The ftream at once preferves her virgin leaves,
At once a fhelter from her boughs receives,
Where Summer's beauty midst of Winter stays,
And Winter's coolness fpite of Summer's rays.

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HILE Celia's Tears make forrow bright,
Proud grief fits fwelling in her eyes;
The Sun, next those the fairest light,
Thus from the Ocean firft did rife:
And thus thro' Mifts we see the Sun,
Which elfe we durft not gaze upon.

Thefe filver drops, like morning dew,
Foretell the fervour of the day:
So from one cloud foft show'rs we view,
And blafting lightnings burft away.
The Stars that fall from Celia's eye,
Declare our Doom in drawing nigh.

The Baby in that funny Sphere
So like a Phaeton appears,
That Heav'n, the threaten'd World to spare,
Thought fit to drown him in her Tears:
Elfe might th' ambitious Nymph afpire,
To fet, like him, Heav'n too on fire.

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SILENCE! Coeval with Eternity;

Thou wert, ere Nature's felf began to be, 'Twas one vaft Nothing, all, and all flept faft in thee.


Thine was the fway, ere heav'n was form'd, or earth, Ere fruitful Thought conceiv'd creation's birth, Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant forth, III.

Then various elements against thee join'd,
In one more various animal combin'd,

And fram'd the clam'rous race of bufy Human-kind.


The tongue mov'd gently firft, and fpeech was low, Till wrangling Science taught it noife and show, And wicked Wit arose, thy most abusive foe.

But rebel Wit deserts thee oft' in vain;
Loft in the maze of Words he turns again,

And feeks a furer ftate, and courts thy gentle reign.


Afflicted Senfe thou kindly doft fet free,
Opprefs'd with argumental tyranny,


And routed Reason finds a fafe retreat in thee.

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With thee in private modeß Dulness lies, And in thy bofom lurks in Thought's difguife; Thou varnisher of Fools, and cheat of all the Wife!


Yet thy indulgence is by both confeft;
Folly by thee lies fleeping in the breaft,
And 'tis in thee at last that Wisdom seeks for rest.


Silence, the knave's repute, the whore's good name,
The only honour of the wishing dame;


very want of tongue makes thee a kind of Fame.

But could't thou feize fome tongues that now are free,
How Church and State should be oblig'd to thee?
At Senate, and at Bar, how welcome would'ft thou be è
Yet fpeech ev'n there, fubmiffively withdraws,
From rights of fubjects, and the poor man's caufe:
Then pompous Silence reigns, and ftills the noify Laws.

Paft fervices of friends, good deeds of foes,

What Fav'rites gain, and what the Nation owes, Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repose. XIII.

The country wit, religion of the town,
The courtier's learning, policy o' th' gown,
Are beft by thee exprefs'd; and fhine in thee alone.

The parfon's cant, the lawyer's sophistry, Lord's quibble, critic's jeft; all end in thee, All reft in peace at laft, and fleep eternally.

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'HO' Artemifia talks, by fits,

Of councils, claffics, fathers, wits;
Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke:
Yet in fome things methinks the fails,
'Twere well if she would pare her nails,
And wear a cleaner fmock.

Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride,
Such naftiness, and fo much pride,

Are oddly join'd by fate :

On her large fquab you find her fpread,
Like a fat corpfe upon a bed,

That lies and ftinks in ftate.

She wears no colours (fign of grace)
On any part except her face;

All white and black befide:
Dauntiefs her look, her gefture proud,
Her voice theatrically loud,
And mafculine her ftride.

So have I feen, in black and white
A prating thing, a Mag,ye hight,
Majeftically talk;

A ftately, worthless animal,

That plies the tongue, and wags the tail,
All flutter, pride, and talk,

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