Yea, when the passed by or lane or nook,

Would greet the man who turn'd him to the Wall,
And by his hand obfcene the porter took,

Nor ever did askance like modest Virgin look.

VI.

Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town,
Woolwich and Wapping, fmelling strong of pitch;
Such Lambeth, envy of each band and gown,
And Twickenham fuch, which fairer scenes enrich,
Grots ftatues, urns, and Jo-n's Dog and Bitch.
Ne village is without, on either side,

All up the filver Thames, or all adown;

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Ne Richmond's self, from whose tall front are ey’d Vales, fpires, meandering streams, and Windfor's towery

pride.

III.
WALLER.

OF A LADY SINGING TO HER LUTE.

FAIR Charmer, ceafe, nor make

your

voice's prize

A heart refign'd the conqueft of your eyes: Well might, alas! that threat'ned vessel fail, Which winds and lightning both at once affail. We were too bleft with these inchanting lays, Which must be heavenly when an Angel plays: But killing charms your lover's death contrive, Left heavenly mufick should be heard alive. Orpheus could charm the trees, but thus a tree, Taught by your hand, can charm no less than he : A Poet made the filent wood pursue,

This vocal wood had drawn the Poet too.

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On a FAN of the Author's defign, in which was painted the story of CEPHALUS and PROCRIS, with the Motto, AURA VENI.

OME, gentle air! th' Æolian fhepherd said,

While Procris panted in the fecret shade; Come, gentle Air, the fairer Delia cries, While at her feet her swain expiring lies. Lo the glad gales o'er all her beauties stray, Breathe on her lips, and in her bofom play! In Delia's hand this toy is fatal found, Nor could that fabled dart more furely wound: Both gifts deftructive to the givers prove; Alike both lovers fall by those they love. Yet guiltless too this bright deftroyer lives, At random wounds, nor knows the wound the gives: She views the story with attentive eyes, And pities Procris, while her lover dies.

IV.

COWLEY.

THE GARDEN.

FAIN would my Mufe the flowery Treasure fing,

And humble glories of the youthful Spring:
Where opening Roses breathing sweets diffuse,
And foft Carnations shower their balmy dews;
Where Lilies fmile in virgin robes of white,
The thin undress of fuperficial Light,

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And vary'd Tulips fhow fo dazling gay,

Blushing in bright diversities 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 promise more.

There in bright drops the cryftal 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 stream,
The stream at once preferves her virgin leaves,
At once a shelter from her boughs receives.
Where Summer's beauty midft of Winter ftays,
And Winter's Coolness fpite of Summer's rays.

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WEEPING.

WHILE Celia's Tears make forrow bright,

Proud grief fits swelling in her eyes :

The Sun, next those the fairest light,

Thus from the Ocean first did rise:
And thus thro' Mifts we fee 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 fhowers 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 aspire,
To fet, like him, Heaven too on fire.

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E. OF

V.

E. OF ROCHESTER.

ON SILENCE.

SILENCE! coeval with Eternity;

Thou wert, ere Nature's felf began to be, 'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee. II.

Thine was the fway, ere heaven 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 clamorous race of busy Human-kind. IV.

The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was low, Till wrangling Science taught it noise and show, 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,

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

VI.

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

And routed Reason finds a fafe retreat in thee.