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Eugenia, or, An elegy upon the death of the honourable Madam--
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Morgan, Matthew, 1652-1703.
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1694
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was her Meene In her an Unaffected Air was seen Her Questions all were Pertinent and Wise With easy turns of Wit in her Replies * The Author had the Honour to shew her St. John 's Colledge The curious Workmanship she did applaud The Structure great as was the Founder Laud Here Two successively they can relate The Props and Ornaments of Church and State Them in a different Character you must seek One was Magnanimous the other Meek A Third hath now a Mitre on his Head Whose Vertues equal can't surpass the Dead Here Famous Men do constantly Preside Still as the hopeful Blossoms drop'd and dy'd Emergent Wits have still that Loss supply'd This Mansion sweet Amariel doth grace Goodness is in his Temper and his Face And once the publick Fasces he did weild For such a Prudence 't was a proper Field He was not Partial justly was Severe They did not dread their Punisher but revere And upright Lycidas doth there reside Seems Rough at first but not one Grain of Pride Integrity can't be known until 't is try'd But then with rich Discoveries you are blest When you have div'd into his honest Breast His Fortune is proportion'd to his Mind Tho' not his Merit Generous and Kind Menalcas by the Learned is admir'd He seems in what he Prints to be inspir'd With such Address he for that Subject fights He the Example is of what he writes Under an happy Aspect he is Born Knowledge both to enlarge and to adorn With such a charming Gravity doth move That whilst you Reverence you needs must Love As Courtiers surfeited with being Great For their Retirement choose an homely Seat And there accept a clean tho' course-spun Treat So since EVGENIA me so far did Bless As to be pleas'd with such a mean Address I on that happy Favour still will Dote It is a Canton added to my Coat Alc. Oh! Damon She was exquisitely Bred Travers'd her own did forreign Countries tread To Paris went but did not there repair For Toys to raffle at St. German's Fair Of learned Conference she reap'd the Fruits Heard their Harangues and manag'd their Disputes Madam Le Feure did her Friendship court Nature exactly did their Tempers sort So that betwixt them Wit was current pay The English Bullion with the French allay This Lady Monsieur d'Acier did Wed The Partner of his Studies and his Bed Nothing in her was Trivial or Light Like polish'd Armour ponderous and bright Dam. Nature did Children to her Womb deny But did that want if one it is supply For where in them doth the great Pleasure lie If wicked grown their Birth you do deplore And they are greater Burthens then before Heavier then that a Mother once did feel With whom harsh Nature cruelly did deal Her Torments sharper than Ixion's Wheel She could not be unloaded of her Freight But Swell'd and Labour'd with a monstrous Weight The Ligatures almost to breaking strains And she had all but those of Child-bed Pains So in her Bed the mournful Wretch was laid Beyond all Remedies and Lucina's Aid Till Death the kinder Mid-wife cut her Life And this made way for the incision-Knife Her Belly open'd after that she dy'd An Infant in her Womb was petrify'd In their Enquiry thus they were beguil'd For there they found a Statue for a Child * This happened at Sens in France related by Roussett And Nostredame with his Divining Care It did foretel the Instance was so rare Augustus with his Poets did Converse Horace and Virgil to him did rehearse Altho' they chearful Subjects did Compose Yet they were Pensive both tho' not Morose For Wits they say are melancholly Men As the Ink shines that 's Blackest in the Pen Mecoenas did the Emperour surprize Betwixt a sighing Breast and streaming Eyes So Mothers of their Children the most proud On Phantasms doat and hug a weeping Cloud And when she sung her own melodious Songs The Quire of chearful Birds about her throngs As Strada's Nightingal once strain'd her Throat Of a sweet Shell to imitate the Note Her Voice unto the loftiest Pitch did raise For even Birds ambitious are of Praise And when her Warbles she could mount no higher Fell dead with emulous Pangs upon the Lyre Alexandrinus saith a Chord did lye Sadly dismember'd when 't was strain'd too high And then a Grashopper the Rupture heal'd Who is the harmless Syrene of the Field He to the Wound a quick relief did bring The loving Insect gratefully did Sing And in the vacant place supply'd the string Musick the secret exquisitely knows Our Passions how to move and to Compose With lively Stroaks it makes our Spirits bright And Martial ones inflame us for a Fight Fit for a Warrier and a Carpet-Knight For all agreeable purposes it serves When a sweet Palsey shakes the tuneful Nerves Some Men Religion in sower Faces place Learning and Sense despise are all for Grace Who scatter Dullness wheresoe're they come And at a mighty distance can benumb Like the Torpedo whose cold Blood is such It stupifies the Hand that doth it touch Are like the Animal with capricious root A mixture 't is betwixt a Plant and Brute He hath not tender Feet or Flesh to walk But grows upon an heterogeneous Stalk The Ground of its adjacent Grass deprives As wild and strange as Tartary where it Thrives With bleating Life doth such a likeness keep A ravenous Woolf mistook it for a Sheep These with malicious Spasms do always grin And think to be Harmonious is a Sin When Protestants did first begin in France Had Calvin but indulg'd the Folk to Dance The Reformation then had farther spread They would not Converts be with Heels of Lead Their Genius was discourag'd by these Men Who against innocent Fiddles drew their Pen ' Gainst that with dire Anathema's did write Which is the noblest of Mankind's delight I mean besides these Men of Grace and Spite Whereas one Orpheus with his strains of Love Had given them Heaven below and one above Alc. Nothing Impertinent did her Time devour Of frivolous Visits did not make a Tour Where they for Fashions strive as for a prize And absent Reputation Sacrifice There in consult each doth her part dissect And there lay open every small defect Some are Devout but then are seeming Saints Another's Fair but then I fear she Paints One is good-natur'd but an arrant fool Her Colour Fucus is and Spanish-Wool Another hath a quick Majestick Eye But then her ill-set Body is a-wry So every one her chattering Rival Apes And when they once fall out we know their shapes Some do their Passion and their Time abuse And others Patience with their billet doux For as the Learned Petrarch hath defin'd Love drawn from Phlegm and to its height refin'd Is when we muse or weep or write our Mind These three it in a golden Chain doth link It doth consist of Thoughts and Tears and Ink * Pensieri e lagrime e
the World did Jarr Did Beat him with the Rooking Dice of War And when he had this noble Person down His Smiles ne're alter'd for the others Frown A messenger of Death to him was sent Which was the last and fatal Complement The Tidings did not chill him nor enflame Only desir'd that he might play out his Game For some few Minutes would the Axe delay Till he had finisht Stratagems at play That wise removes as Pensive Chess might yield That Luck which was deny'd him in the Field His Doom revers'd this Resolution gains He triumph'd o're his Conquerour in Chains In such an easy obvious Style I 'de write Which Damon might and Lycophron delight Unto this Talent very few attain At once to be both Elegant and Plain * A Famous French Poet. Malherbe did to his Fille de Suite rehearse His Poems made his Chamber-maid Judge of Verse If that the Sense upon her Mind did dart He knew where lay the Touches of his Art Then Mathematicks closely I 'de pursue It is not only Plausible but True My chiefest Labour should on this be spent The want of which I do too late Repent Instruction in a Vehicle of Delight Number and Time and Space seem Infinite The Greek and Latine Tongues must always please The Orientals you may learn with ease They at first Entrance Difficult appear Are only frightful in the Character The Arabick requires Expensive toil But every thing is easy smooth'd with Oyl Objects of Terrour I would still forsake Upon the Fancy they Impression make A Mother once by curious Eyes was led To see a Malefactor how he Bled Was made a Spectacle upon the Greve Did all things else but could not Death deceive Tinctur'd all o're with Blood of murder'd Men And one Life suffer'd now for double Ten He lay in Agonies stretch'd upon the Wheel The Hangman with repeated Blows did reel His Strong-knit Bones he gradually did break The Villain roar'd the tender Women squeak Then he is mounted almost out of sight His Carcass doth the griping Vultures fright But he 's a Prey unto the ravenous Skies And vomits out his Soul in Blasphemies Now they 've revers'd the Sentence of that Place And they dispatch him with a Coup de Grace This of her fancy took up all the Room And made a Signature upon her Womb She with fierce Pangs short Sighs and melting Groans Brought forth an Infant all with broken Bones Dam. These Speculations Charmingly amuse But 's hard to bring a Theory to use Nay when 't is try'd you always can't prevail The Project in the first Attempt may fail These Wounds we do in our Experience feel Like unto Learned Petties double Keel The Toy in the first Voyage did not hit The Waves broke in and did the Vessel split Drebell a wonderful invention found He scorn'd all things 'bove Water or the Ground No crack'd Projector ever was like him He taught a Ship as doth a Fish to swim Some at him laugh'd whilst keener Wits did rail He swore his Hulk should under Water Sail In vain the strange Experiment did try As well on Ganza's he to Heaven might fly Alc. These were the whimsies of Capricious Art Which Men forg'd out until their Brains did smart Thoughts too Exalted do our time devour Vertue is Easy and within our Power I 'de keep my mind in such an equal Poise As not to Grieve too much nor to Rejoice Afflictions should not Conquer tho' they tire I 'de be that Cloth that 's whiten'd with the fire And this the Ancients call'd their Asbeston And from the Amianthus now is spun Tho' Flame doth all things into Ashes turn This ne're Consumes let it the fiercest Burn The Earth with Cultivation I 'de manure And with Phlebotomy my Vines would cure But my chief Care should be my mind to Wed Least Rankness should the worm of Conscience breed All our Luxuriant Vices we should kill We may be Good and Happy if we will Since to desert all Avenues are barr'd Love Vertue Damon tho' without Reward I with the Trees I Planted would grow Old And when my Clay like that I laid proves Cold Then a Translation should to me be given I 'de leave this Paradise and go to Heaven Dam. Ah! Give me Notice Alcon when you Dye That I may fit my Wings and with you fly All the Creation will insipid grow When I must Live with half a Soul below What can precarious Being recommend When Death divorceth me from such a Friend It doth not only shake the drooping Fruit The Earth convulseth and tears up the Root Oh! let my Fibres with yours kindly twist That when Death strikes You I can not be mist But I Conjure you by these melting Tears Live on and rid me of these Pensive Fears Alc. The World 's a Load and is uneasy grown Yet for your sake I 'de live tho' not my own You raise a Tempest when I hear your Sighs My grief must pay a tribute to your Eyes It doth my Love and my Obedience shew As lesser Streams unto the Ocean flow All Passions as rude Guests we will remove We 'll give Reception to nought else but Love Anger a whip for its own fury makes Envy is stung by its envenom'd Snakes A magick Furnace doth her Entrails boil Revenge o're-charg'd with Malice doth recoil As when an Hawk doth at an Heron fly Pursues him thro' a whole Campaign of Sky He upwards turns and doth his Hunter Kill Swooping he splits himself upon the Bill But now our different Paths we must pursue And to these lovely Plains must bid adieu And since we have the City now in view May all the Blessings of kind Heaven light there And may I happy be as I 'm Sincere May not their Feuds on them provoke thy Curse Hail native Earth of Industry the Nurse Just so the Hybla Citizens do Thrive The Slothful interferers they do drive With their sharp Stings out of the painful Hive Where they a Labyrinth of Honey build The Cells they with extracted Lackar Gild The work grows warm by the Joint-stock of all Beyond the L'oeuvre and Escurial 'T is like a Conclave with its Stanza's full Where one amongst the Purple Herd they cull To be their Pope who 's exquisitely Dull With him they Lodge the fulminating Powder Who best can Court them in a Golden Shower Then puny Princes do that Thunder dread And he commands their Wealth with Seals of Lead Since in their Labour they resemble Bees Who from each Flower and Plant exact their Fees Let them so far the Parallel pursue As to be like them in their Sweetness too Let no malign Event their Traffick bilk Their Manners be as pleasant as their Milk As Codrus to prevent a dire mis-hap His Country sav'd and leap'd into the Gap Them to Redeem his Life he did not prize To stop their Breach I 'de fall a Sacrifice FINIS