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Denham., Finds Wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants,
Cities in Defarts, Woods in Cities plants.
So that to us no thing, no place is strange,
While his fair Bosom is the World's Exchange,
O could I flow like thee, and make thy Stream
My great Example, as it is my Theme!
Though deep, yet clear; tho gentle, yet not dull;
Strong without Rage, without o'erflowing full!
Heav'n her Eridanus no more shall boast,
Whole Fame in thine, like lesler Currents lost;
Thy nobler Streams shall visit Jove's Abodes,
To shine among the *) Scars, and bath the Gods,
Here Nature, whether more intent to please
Us or her self, with strange Varieties,
(For Things of Wonder give no lets Delight
To the wile Maker's, than Beholder's Sight.
Tho' these Delights from sev'ral Causes move;
For so our Children, 'thus our Friends we love)
Wisely she knew, the Harmony of Things.
As well as that of Sounds, from Discord Springs.
Such was the Discord, which did first disperse
Form, Order, Beauty through the Universe;
While Dryness Moisture, Coldness Heat refifts,
All that we have, and that we are, fubfifts.
While the steep horrid Roughness of the Wood
Strives with the gentle Calmness of the Flood,
Such huge Extreams when Nature doth unite,
Wonder from thence results, from thence Delight.
The Stream is so transparent, pure, and clear,
That had the Self-enamour'd **) Youth gaz'd here,
So fatally deceiv'd he had not been,
While he the Bottom, not his Face had seen.
But his proud Head the airy Mountain hides
Among the Clouds; his Shoulders and his Sides
A fhady Mantle cloaths; his curled Brows
From on the gentle Stream, which calmly flows;
While Winds and Storms his lofty Forehead beat:
The common Fate of all that's high or great.
The Forest. **) Narcissus.
Low at his Foot a spacious Plain is plac'd,
Between the Mountain and the Stream embrac'd:
Which í hade and shelter from the Hill derives,
While the kind River Wealth and Beaty gives;
And in the Mixture of all these
Variety, which all the rest indears.
This Scene had some bold Greek, or British Bard
Beheld of old, what Stories had we heard
Of Fairies, Satyrs, and the Nymphs their Dames,
Their Feafts, their Revels and their am'rous Flames ?
'Tis still the same, altho' their airy Shape
All but a quick Poetick fight escape.
There Faunus and Sylvanus keep their Courts,
And thither all the horned hoft resorts
To gråze the ranker Mead, that noble Herd,
On whose sublime and shady Fronts is rear'd
Nature's great Master piece; to shew how soon
Great Things are made, but sooner are undone.
Here have I feen the King, when great Affairs
Gave leave to flacken, and unbend his Cares,
Attended to the Chale by all the Flow'r
Of Youth, whose Hopes a nobler Prey devour:
Pleasure with Praile, and Danger they would buy,
And wish a Foe' that would not only flie.
The Stag now conscious of his fatal Growth,
At once indulgent to his Fear and Sloth,
To some dark Covert his Retreat had made,
Where nor Man's Eye, nor Heaven's should invade
His soft Repose; when th' unexpected sound
Of Dogs, and Men, his wakeful Ear docs wound:
Rouz'd with the Noise, he scarce believes his Ear,
Willing to think th' Illusions of his Fear
Had giv’n this false Alarm, but straight his View
Confirms, that more than all he fears is true.
Betray'd in all his strengths, the Wood beset;
All Instruments, all Arts of Ruin met;
He calls to mind his Strength, and then his Speed,
His winged Heels, and then his armed Head;
With these tavoid, with that his Fate to meet:
But Fear prevails, and bids him trust his Feet.
Denbam. So fast he flies, that his reviewing Eye
Has lost the Chasers, and his Ear the Cry;
Exulting, 'till he finds their nobler Sense
Their disproportion'd Speed does recompense;
Then curses his conspiring Feer, whose Scent
Betrays that Safety which their Swiftness lent.
Then tries his Friends; among the baser Herd,
Where he fo lately was obey'd and fear'd,
His Safety feeks: The Herd, unkindly wise,
Or chases him from thence, or from him flies,
Like a declining Statesman, left forlorn
To his Friends Pity, and Pursuers scorn,
With Shame remembers, while himself was one
Of the fame Herd, himself the fame had done.
Thence to the Coverts, and the conscious Groves,
The Scenes of his past Triumphs, and his Loves;
Sadly surveying where he rang'd alone
Prince of the Soyl, and all the Herd his own;
And like a bold Knight Errant did proclaim
Combat to all, and bore away the Dame;
And taught the Woods to eccho to the Stream
His dreadful Challenge, and his clathing Beam.
Yet faintly now declines the fatal Strife;
So much his Love was dearer than his Life.
Now ev'ry Leaf, and ev'ry moving Breath
Presents a Foe, and ev'ry Foe a Death.
Weary'd, forsaken, and pursu'd, at last
All Safety in despair of Safety plac'd,
Courage he thence resumes, resolu'd to bear
All their Affaults, since 'tis in vain to fear.
And now too late he wishes for the Fight
That Strength he wasted in ignoble Flight:
But when he sees the eager Chale renew'd,
Himself by Dogs, the Dogs by Men pursu'd:
He straight revokes his bold Refolve, and more
Repents his Courage, than his Fear before;
Finds that uncertain Ways unsafest are,
And Doubt a greater Mischief than Despair
Then to the Stream, when neither Friends, nor
Nor Speed, nor Art avail, he shapes his Course;
Thinks not their Rage so desperate taslay
An Element more merciless than they.
But fearlefs they pursuc, nor can the Flood
Quench their dire Thirst; alas, they thirst for
So tow'rds a Ship the Oar-fin'd Gallies ply,
Which wanting Sea to ride, or Wind to fly,
Stands but to fall revengd on those that dare
Tempt the last Fury of extream Despair.
So fares the Stag, among th' enraged 'Hounds
Repels their Force, and Wounds returns Wounds.
And as a Hero, whom his baser Foes
In Troops surround, now these assails, now those,
Though prodigal of Life, disdains to die
By common Hands; but if he can defcry.
Some nobler Foe approach, to him he calls,
And begs his Fate, and then contented falls.
So when the King a mortal Shaft lets Alie
From his unerring Hand, then glad to die,
Proud of the Wound, to it resigns his Blood,
And stains the Crystal with a Purple Flood.
This a more innocent, and happy Chase,
Than when of old, but in the self same place,
Fair Liberty pursu'd, *) and meant a Prey
To lawless Power, here turn'd, and stood at bay.
When in that Remedy all Hope was plac'd
Which was, or should have been at least, the last.
Here was that **) Charter leal'd, wherein the Crown
All Marks of Arbitrary Pow'r lays down:
Tyrant and Slave, those Names of Hate and Fear, ,
The happier Stile of King and Subject bear:
Happy, when both to the same Center move,
When Kings give Liberty, and Subjects Love.
Therefore not long in force this Charter stood;
Wanting that Seal, it must be feald in Blood.
*) Runny Mead, where that great Charter was first feat
ed, **) Magna Charta. Beijp. Samml. 3. B.
Denham. The Subjé&ts arm’d, the more their Princes gave,
Th’ Advantage only took, the more to crave:
Till Kings by giving, give themselves away,
And ev’n that Pow'r, that thould deny, betray.
,Who gives constrain'd, but his own Fear reviles,
Not thank'd, but scorn'd; nor are they Gifts but
Thus Kings, by grasping more than they could
First made their Subjects, by Oppression, bold:
And popular Sway, by forcing Rings to give
More than was fit for Subjects to receive,
Ran to the same Extreams; and one Excess
Made both, by striving to be greater, less.
When a calm River rais'd with sudden Rains,
Or Snows diffolv'd, o'erflows th' adjoining Plains,
The Husbandmen with high-rais'd Banks secure
Their greedy Hopes, and this he can endure.
But if with Bays and Dams they strive to force
His Channel to a new, or narrow Courle;
No longer then within his Banks he dwells,
First to a Torrent, then a Deluge swells:
Stronger and fiercer by Restraint he roars,
And knows no Bound, but makes his Pow'r his