Here aged trees cathedral walks compofe,

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 promife in the ripen'd store,
Yet in the rifing bloffom promise 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, I
Nor feeks in vain for fuccour to the ftream..
The ftream at once preferves her virgin leaves,
At once a shelter from her boughs receives,
Where fummer's beauty midft of winter ftays,
And winter's coolnefs fpite of fummer's rays.

WEEPING.

WHILE Celia's tears make forrow bright,
Proud grief fits fwelling in her eyes,

The fun, next thofe the faireft light,

Thus from the ocean firft did rife:
And thus thro' mifts we fee the fun,
Which else we durft not gaze upon.

These filver drops, like morning dew,
Foretell the fervour of the day :

So from one cloud foft fhow'rs we view,

And blafting light'nings burft away.

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The ftars that fall from Celia's eye,
Declare, our doom is drawing nigh.

The baby in that funny sphere

So like a Phaëton appears,

That heav'n, the threaten'd world to fpare,
Thought fit to drown him in her tears:

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Elfe might th' ambitious nymph aspire,
To fet, like him, heav'n too on fire.

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E. of ROCHESTER.

On SILENCE.

I.

ILENCE! coeval with eternity;

Thou wert, 'ere, nature's felf began to be,

"Twas one vaft nothing, all, and all flept faft in thee.

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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.

IV.

The tongue mov'd gently firft, and speech was low, 10 'Till wrangling science taught it noife and fhow, And wicked wit arose, thy most abusive foe.

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But rebel wit deferts thee oft' in vain;

Loft in the maze of words, he turns again,

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Afflicted fenfe thou kindly doft set free,
Opprefs'd with argumental tyranny,

And routed reafon finds a fafe retreat in thee.

VII.

With thee in private modeft dulness lies,

And in thy bofom lurks in thought's disguise; Thou varnisher of fools, and cheat of all the wife!

VIII.

Yet thy indulgence is by both confeft;
Folly by thee lies fleeping in the breaft,

And 'tis in thee at laft that wifdom feeks for reft.

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Silence, the knave's repute, the whore's good name, 25 The only honour of the wifhing dame;

Thy very want of tongue makes thee a kind of fame.

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Yet speech ev'n there, fubmiffively withdraws

From rights of subjects, and the poor man's cause : Then pompous filence reigns, and ftills the noify laws.

XII.

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 repofe.

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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.

XIV.

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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ARTIMES I A.

HO' Artimefia talks, by fits,

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

Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride,
Such naftinefs, and fo much pride
Are oddly join'd by fate :

On her large fquab you find her spread,
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:
Dauntless her look, her gefture proud,
Her voice theatrically loud,

And masculine her ftride.

So have I feen, in black and white
A prating thing, a magpie hight,
Majestically stalk';

A ftately, worthless animal,

That plies the tongue, and wags the tail,

All flutter, pride, and talk.

P H RYN E.

PHRYNE had talents for mankind,

Open fhe was, and unconfin'd,

Like fome free port of trade :

Merchants unloaded here their freight,

And agents from each foreign ftate,

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Here firft their entry made.

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Her learning and good breeding such,
Whether th' Italian or the Dutch,
Spaniard or French came to her;
To all obliging she'd appear:
'Twas fi Signior, 'twas yaw Mynheer,
'Twas s'il vous plait, Monfieur.

Obfcure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
Still changing names, religions, climes,
At length fhe turns a bride :
In di'monds, pearls, and rich brocades,
She fhines the first of batter'd jades,
And flutters in her pride.

So have I known thofe infects fair,
Which curious Germans hold fo rare,
Still vary shapes and dyes;

Still gain new titles with new forms
Firft grubs obfcene, then wriggling worms,
Then painted butterflies.

The Happy Life of a COUNTRY PARSON,

ARSON, these things in thy poffeffing

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Are better than the bishop's bleffing.

A wife that makes conferves; a fteed
That carries double when there's need:
October, ftore, and best virginia,
Tythe-pig, and mortuary guinea:
Gazettes fent gratis down, and frank'd,
For which thy patron's weekly thank'd :
A large concordance, bound long fince:
Sermons to Charles the First, when prince;

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