Destroying seems to Save Great was the Power great the Love Divine Which all preceding Miracles out-shine A meaner Prophet's Bones could once before When Dead themselves the Dead to Life Restore 'T was the Great Prophet's high Prerogative To make himself as well as others Live No Trumpet 's sound that body need revive Which is the Resurrection and the Life The Captain of Salvation needs no Call Nor Summon'd be himself that Summons all With him dead Saints forsake their ancient Urn With the Redeemer the Redeem'd return And by Experince teach us to believe All dye in Adam all in Adam live Fix then my Soul confide in this Belief And to thy Faith conform thy future Life Since that from Death thy Saviour rais'd has bin Rise from the Death Eternal Death of Sin Let not the Living Death as Life the Dead surprize Like wicked Souldiers sleep while holy Saints arise For tho' even these are Destin'd once to dye Death seems to them not Death but Extasy To the Late BISHOP of BATH and WELLS on his Departure from that See To You Great Sir my humble Muse is come To Pity since she can't reverse your Doom My Magdalene Converted first by You Stands afar off and does your Sorrows view Your Sorrows No. Your Temper I forget You kindly welcome ev'n the hardest Fate You quit your Diocess your Office leave With less Reluctance than you did Receive Contentment such a Blessing is as may By teaching to sustain the Loss repay Your Virtues all like Starry Orbs appear Brightest and largest in their lowest Sphere Ingrateful Wretch and cruel should I be To bear thy Loss as patiently as thee Ye Men of Bath for him let Tears be shed Who cloath'd the Naked who the Hungry fed Who nought for Private or Self-ends would save But like th'Apostles all in Common gave Thus he his Talent too of Knowledge us'd No less his Doctrines than his Goods diffus'd Ye Baths who oft turn others Pains to Ease Weep for your own as well as their Disease You who might once Bethesda's-Pool excel His Blessing made the Healing-Waters Heal. No need of a Celestial Angels Care When he Angelick-Man resided there But now your Efficacy will decrease Make Desolate the once frequented Place No Naham sure had bath'd his Body here Had not the Great Eiâ—ha dwelt so near At his Removal from that happy See None so Indifferent so Calm as he With the same Patience he his Wandrings bore As he had his * When with 6 other Bishops imprisoned in the Tower Confinement done before Tho we in him his Masters hardships read Who scarce knew where to lay his weary Head Adam my Pity shall no more engross Who bought an Apple with a Garden 's loss His Guilt depriv'd him of that blessed Coast Here Innocence its Paradise has lost Upon the Monthly FAST WHile Heathen Monarchs on themselves rely While they Mezentius-like the Gods defy Banquets and War are fit Companions thought As if they enjoy'd the Prey for which they fought These make the Pigmy soon Gigantick grow These make him Plump these Tall these Lusty too Yet ev'n these Feasts have chang'd to bloody War And made a Captive of a Conqueror While foul Excess thwarting their prime intent Impairs that Strength their mod'rate Diet leut But Christian Kings when they are Warlike seen Display a meaner yet a nobler Scene No costly Dainties crown the modest Board Each has a Stomach sharper than his Sword Till by their rig'rous Abstinence they grow As much their own as Adversaries Foe These are the means which pious Kings advance Above the reach of Conduct or of Chance Their Tears become the only Drink they tast Groanings their Musick Penitence their Feast When mortify'd with Hunger they repine They swallow Foes who plentifully Dine Foes clogg'd with Gluttony immers'd in Wine Unlikely these should bear the Spoils away Pharaoh's Fat Kine became the lean ones Prey He most secure from mortal Wounds is grown Who does not what Achilles once had done Baths not in Stygian Waters but his own Not such as those to Cowardise we owe Not such as parting Friends may challenge no. The Guilty Conscience makes the watry Eye That troubling Moon dos raise the Tide so high So Good Cornelius Fasting mixt with Tears Not for himself but for his Sins he fears And were his deeds by every Souldier shown The Red-coat almost would excel the Gown Nay those who cannot in the Field appear Tho' not in Person may be useful there Might we their lifted Hands like Moses see Reach up to Heaven and thence pluck Victory Then would their potent Prayers make us grant The Church Emphatically Militant And ev'n the Sacred Temple not in vain Reduc'd to Tabernacle once again What Palat now don 't Royal Dainties cloy Which cannot them with naked Swords enjoy Those Swords make ev'n a Feast become a Fast Whose very Sight can serve to wound the Tast 'T is Abstinence the healing Med'cine proves Abstinence Food at once and War removes Juno was forc'd to tast a Flower e're she Conceiv'd bold Mars War's bloody Deity Then pleasant Food as you would him eschew What first created War will War renew Would you have Tumults and Sedition cease By Fasting first within your self make Peace This will make furious Passions gentle grow Reduce the private and the common Foe This will compose Divisions this at length By Aiding thus extract from Weakness Strength The Final DISSOLUTION A Wake I cry'd awake my Tuneful Lyre Thou by thy various Notes thy self a Quire I struck she Groan'd I struck again but she Gave only Shrieks instead of Harmony When lo The loudest last Sound grates my Ear The Trumpet Natures Passing-Bell I hear The Sun asham'd to see his Doom does shroud His radiant Beams behind Night's darkest Cloud The Moon too Blusheth at her Fate in Blood And weeps her self into a Crimson Flood The falling Stars which falsly we so call Turn Lies to Truth and actually Fall The Heavens with more than usual Thunder shake And with their own not Earthly Substance crack The Lightning now from East to West does shine And all into one mighty Bonfire joyn The Elements dissolve with servent Sweat Ev'n Fire and Water now agree in Heat The finged Air not long since Liquid dries The breath of Life like those it leaveth Dies The parched Earth burns next and Cedars tall With Nether-woods are Fuel e're they sall The lofty Mountains with Convulsions tear As many Aeana's as are Hills appear Their Tops are kindled first which most aspire And Pyramids are more than like to Fire Thro' Stones thro' Clay the Flame its passage breaks To its Assistance it all Matter takes No more in Lime or Flints its presence cloaks These unstruck sparkle that untemper'd smoaks Beneath the Surface of the Earth does stray While hidden Metals melt themselves away Gold in Earth's Bowels cannot lie secure Ev'n in its Mines the Furnace does endure But to consume it not to
their Arguments deny Too proud to own a Sovereign Deity And taught that Truth was true Philosophy So God-like Wise so God-like Good was he Himself seem'd what they'd not allow to be So prudently did he his Notions frame That his like Gospel-writings may reclaim The Temple-walls like Prisons ne're confin'd His in-exhausted his all-pious Mind When Flames he view'd he did like them aspire Thinking on him who is Consuming Fire When he for Air the second Station lay He thought of him whom Air and Winds obey When he the Water's Nature did survey He thought of him whose Path is in the Sea When he of weighty Earth the Nature view'd He shewing that him whose the Earth was shew'd His Touch-stone Judgment Metal 's Nature try'd Nature in them as they in Earth lay hid Each in his Eye exceeds an Indian Mine There lies his sought for Pearl the Work Divine What others gazing towards the Heavenly Throne Beheld he oft beheld by looking down But now he 's Summon'd to the Heavenly Quire With refin'd Knowledge with enlarg'd Desire Where ravish'd with the Beatifick show Scorns Nature's Glass through which he view'd below He clearly now does Nature's God adore Whom in his Works he darkly saw before Tho' if compar'd to our less skilful view That Sight was clear that Beatifick too While he throughout the Maze of Nature trac'd No Foot-steps mov'd so sure none mov'd so fast Till all the Labyrinth at length Display'd He found the Monster Death within it laid Thus having in his Life all other try'd Death one Experiment remain'd he Dy'd * He liv'd to a great Age. Ev'n Nature who before he Liv'd lay Dead In Gratitude his vital Spirits fed And Crown'd with hoary Diadem his Head Who to his care extending her Relief Made him End all Experiments with Life On the Death of Admiral CARTER †〈…〉 NOT He who did the * Because Troy was Conquer'd by revealing the Arrows whâ—â—â— therein were hid Fatal Grave betray Wherein obscure once fam'd Alcides lay Felt such a Wound by poysonous Arrows stung Just Arrow that reveng'd their Master's †Breach of Promise wrong As that which now torments my troubled Breast By something worse than poysonous Darts opprest While I the Death of that Great Hero tell Which more did him than others he excel Oh! that for thee I could a Column rear More noble than Alcides Pillars were For thou with him in both his Acts dost share Renown'd alike for Travels and for War It should at once a double Honour shew Thy Ne-plus-ultra and thy Trophy too If Tears and Sighs could with the Fates prevail With Tears and Sighs I would thy Fate repel Thy Corps I 'de animate with lasting Sighs Thy wither'd Plant with showers from mine Eyes But watry Eyes in common Burials share Many for thee shall drop a Crimson Tear Till they who dar'd Immortal Blood to spill Make with their Own the neighbouring Channels swell And bâ—ush for this their Crime in Scarlet Gore Whom modâ—st Awe ne're painted Red before When first the News of thy Decease was known They who bewail'd thy Fate bewail'd their Own What Horrour scar'd them Death to Carter sent The Living more than Dying did Torment Each Visage gather'd Paleness at thy Fall Death seizing thee Death's Image seiz'd on All. Oh! Dismal shout altho' no Mother's Cries No Widow's Groans there present rend the Skies Altho' no doleful Passing-Bell they hear Lo worse than Passing-Bell renew'd their Fear Canons too truly thy Departure spoke Thy Lamp extinct thus left behind a Smoak The Winds and Waves Emphatically Roar They both thy End and England's Loss deplore When Fame thy Harbinger to Portsmouth came And chang'd thy Great into a Greater Name Shewing how thy Heroick Soul alone Proof against Force and Fraud alike could shun The Leaden Arrow and the Golden One Desire takes Wings ascends the City-wall Expecting Triumphs not a Funeral With greedy Eyes each seek to view thee thence A Place as fit for Prospect as Defense All waiting thy Return cry Come away The Monster 's Conquer'd why does Theseus stay Till they the Fate of Aegeus undergo Oh! that at least they were mistaken so No sooner Carter's Mourning-Flag they found But were in Tears the Sea of Sorrow drown'd Straight in the Church with solemn Prayers convey'd His Corps Inter'd almost Ador'd they laid While Links and Torches grac'd the Mourning Night Adding more Horrour than they added Light Methinks the Screech-owl-Trumpets pierce my Ear The Death-watch beats the untun'd Drum I hear A numerous Train demurely March along Alike were Drums alike all Hearts Vnstrung Th' Officious Guns as if they would repay For all those Lives they oft had tan'e away In vain a rouzing Conclamatum gave Still lies Great Carter in his humble Grave Where describe this as humble Epitaph He Faithful He who Vnderneath does Lye Died by Refusing to Deserve to Dye The rest I leave to be by them made Good Whose Pens are Daggers and whose Ink is Blood May Grief be Valours Spur for want of thee May each Couragious Stout nay Carter be May hostile Crowds at Pluto's Court appear Not to Resist but to Attend thee there Whose Skulls on Earth may raise an Heap so high That Slaughter's Mount shall Natur 's Hills out-vie Till they a fatal Pyramid present And their Disgrace become thy Monument LOVE Reigns Every-where MErcury once by Jove was sent Through Heaven to call a Parliament All to the House of Lords repair For sure there were no Commons there The reason was each God might know And knowing to his Province go That so great Jove might be releas'd While Throngs of Gods and Cares decreas'd First let each Element said he Have its peculiar Deity Next o're whole Nations then o're Towns Let all have their Respective Crowns Lastly appoint a King o're Hell Unhappy God who there must dwell Unhappy heâ— 't is he alone Who must go downwards to a Throne The Lot's drawn out deside the Case Assigning each his proper Place Supremacy was given to none None but might somewhat call his Own Cupid a beardless Boy was left Of Power and Manhood too bereft Who in a Passion rail'd at Jove Passion the usual Guest of Love Why must not I have something too I am a God as well as You. To whom Jove tartly thus Fond Fool Thou to be Rul'd art not to Rule I cannot thy Petition grant Who more dost Rod than Scepter want No if need be I 'le in thy stead Sooner intrust ev'n Ganymede The Youth enrag'd at this Reply Resolv'd his utmost Power to try His furious Heat wracks every Breast Nor Gods nor Men nor Fiends have rest Pluto and his infernal Crew With Cupid's Fire their Flames renew Whose Legions are by this increas'd In that they are with Love possess'd Departed Ghosts own him their Head Love dies not ev'n among the Dead Earth yields her Might as weak to his And Man her Lord his Vassal is Captiv'd by
POEMS ON Several Occasions ORIGINALS and TRANSLATIONS Scrinia da magnis me Manus una capit Mart. Lib. 1. Epig. 3. Printed in the Year 1694. And are to be Sold by most Booksellers A DIALOGUE BETWEEN APOLLO and DAPHNE Apollo I. WHEN my Eye first gaz'd on thee Daphne Brighter far than me Oh! so sure was Cupid's Dart Piercing my unwary Heart Blind he All-seeing seem'd but I Seem'd blind with my All-seeing Eye Daph. II. Pray kind Phoebus pray forbear You 'le obtain no Favour here Chast Diana has my Vow Which I promis'd long ago To her I owe Virginity I can't thy Sister please and Thee She runs away Apollo III. Why so swift I 'me now I fear Forc'd to chase this tim'rous Deer Would you like Diana seem Be the Huntress not the Game Your light-feet ne're from me shall stray The World 's my Circuit every day Daph. IV. But you 'le wounded halt while I Wing'd with untouch'd Chastity Cut through craggy Rocks and Dales Proudest Hills and humbleft Vales Till like Prometheus I aspire And steal thy Swiftness not thy Fire Apollo V. Yet there 's one Reserve in store Which of Conquest is secure On my well-strung Harp I 'le Play Sweeter than the Thracian Lay Which stole ev'n Fury's Hearts away To tame Thee more Unkind than They. Daph. VI. Hence to Jove's Abode repair Love some beauteous Goddess there Other Flames Ascend you see Why should yours Descend to me Or else your Physick Druggs apply That you like me may Love defy Apollo VII Why to Heaven should I repair Alas alas my Heaven 's here Why go Court some Deity Thou a Goddess art to me Why with my Druggs my Pains remove 'T is you alone can heal my Love Daph. VIII Well since then I can't be free Peneus I resign to Thee Thou my Father art 't is you Gave me Life you take it too Make me a Stock a Tree a Grove Object of any thing but Love Apollo IX Be a Tree or what you will You shall be my Mistriss still For the richer Lawrel Crown I 'le reject a Golden one Thou shalt to Rome in Triumph ride Heroes thy Bride-groom thou their Bride Daph. X. I would sooner Phoebus be Wedded thus than now to Thee Such a Wedding sure will prove My Denial not my Love While Heroes Triumph over those Who than themselves are weaker Foes I 'le o're a stronger Foe than me I 'le ride in Triumph over Thee Chorus XI Pity all ye Powers above Pity Phoebus Sick of Love Lo his Wreath at once does tell Daphne's Change and Love's Farewelâ— From hence the Custome first arose That Willow-Green baulkt Lovers chose Who Phoebus catch at Love like thee And find their Daphne prove a Tree At least a Ribband Green as she In Black are other Mourners seen The wretched Lover mourns in Green CEPHALUS 's Lamentation for his Wife PROCRIS being ignorantly Slain by him as he was Hunting of wild Beasts WRetch that I am who tho' I know not how A Skillful Murderer from Huntsman grow What Fate my too unerring Dart mis-led To strike my better part my Procris Dead Amongst the Bushes while she lay unseen A well-concealing not desending Skreen I to the Hunter's Virgin-Goddess pray'd And little dreaming any Harm I said May'st thou as I adore thy Sports and Thee Cause that my Darts so many Deaths may be She granted straight and by her Grant did prove A Friend to Hunters but a Foe to Love Here the Effect of my Petitions see Points to the Dead Body Petitions once now Curses are to me See how the Purple Gore defiles the Ground And blusheth for the Author of her Wound See her pale Face true Emblem of my Fear While Death instead of Venus Triumphs there Amazing Sight that does fresh Horrours breed Oh! would she ne're had or had now been hid Unlucky Stars who le Influence Combine That thus her closing Eyes should open mine But why these vain Expressions of my Grief These bring my Sorrows not my Guilt relief I 'le choose a Victim shall my Crime attone Ne're spare the worst part when the best is gone I 'le take the lukewarm Dart my self I 'le slay My cruel self that slew th'unwel come Prey 'T is I alas 't is I my self appear The real Beast I so mis-took in her Assist me Death by thy kind Aid I 'le shew My love to Justice and my Procris due I can't my Guilt and her hard Fate survive For since she 's Dead 't is Death for me to Live Amor Fugitivus or The fled Love Paraphras'd out of Moschus Idyllium the First LEnd all ye Lovers an attentive Ear Love's Goddess calling for her lost-Love hear Has any found my Cupid gone astray The Blind alas can't choose but loose his way He that discovers shall enjoy a Kiss He that produces him a riper Bliss So many Marks about the Boy appear So many Signs which none but he does bear That if to any undiscern'd he be 'T is only such who are as Blind as he Expect no Whiteness in his outward Skin That Snow is melted by the Flames within He like to Fire tho' I from Water came His Skin for want of sparkling Eyes darts Flame His Tongue much Sweetness utters more Deceit His Mind as wicked as his words are sweet One thing he speaks another thinks his Mind No less to others than his Sight is Blind His Speech drops Honey but when prone to Rage In civil Broyls his Love sick Thoughts engage His sharp and dang'rous Weapon is Deceit The Use of which discrectly is to Cheat There Falshood reigns the Truth if ought there be As far from Nakedness as cloathing He. The Crocodilish Youth himself betrays O how when angry Cruel when he Plays His fine curl'd Locks adorn a sawcy Face His Hairs are Golden but his Cheeks are Brass His Hands tho' short can reach as far as Hell His Darts wound ev'n the Dead that therein dwell If you examine throughly you will find His Body only Naked not his Mind Swift as a Bird he flutters here and there In him Men sometimes sometimes Women share And when he does to each himself impart The Perch whereon he Pitches is the Heart Slender his Arrows little is his Bow The Marks they shoot at Hell and Heaven too Like Bitterness inclos'd in Gilded Pill Rank poisnous Shafts his Golden Quiver fill From which even I too oft a Wound receive A deeper Wound than Diomedes gave All things are Cruel all alas the Sun More by this Little borrow'd Heat out-done Than he exceeds his borrow'd Heat the Moon If e're you catch him bind him Hand and Foot And be as Merciless as he to boot Take heed least he thy tender Heart beguile With Feigned Tears or a more Feigned Smile Avoid his Kiss those sweetest Lips despise Under that Honey hidden Poison lies If he his whole Artillery produce Then straight presents it freely to your use No less his Weapons than his Kiss refuse Reject
his Gift which if Men once acquire Like that of Greece 't will set a Troy on Fire Upon a BEE Entomb'd in Amber BEhold this happy Insect's Tomb Not sweet but precious Honey-comb You 'd think the Bee had brought it forth Alike in Colour and in Worth Which to the view does represent A Murderer and Monument I thought 't was Niobe alone Whom Moisture harden'd into Stone But now the weeping Gem I see Transforms at once it self and Bee Since to Beholders each does seem The Gem a Bee the Bee a Gem. The Pyramids in Aegypt's Land Astonishment from all command Yet happy Insect happy thou A lesser but a better Show The Pyramids would envy me Should I be thus Entomb'd like thee Thou with Medusa may'st compare Whose Viperous enchanted Hair Turn'd all Spectators into Stone Conquest and Trophy both in one But thou excellest her in this Thy self at once Medusa is Thy self the Metamorphosis Nature has chang'd her usual course But for the Better not the Worse While Jewels sprout from Poplar-Trees These bring forth Jewels Jewels Bees Thus whilst the Bee through Amber shone With borrow'd Lustre not her own The Sight so dazling did appear You 'd think both Bees both Jewels were The Golden Beast like Bacchus Crown Translated to th' Aethereal Throne Does as it were refin'd appear Transform'd from Gold into a Star Congeal'd it lies in sparkling Gem You 'd swear 't was froze to Death in Flame Entangled there it self does shew A Labyrinth and Monster too What Freeman would not pay that Fee Which Prisoners give for Liberty To share in this Captivity The little Debtor she you know To Amber does this Yellow owe Thither as to her Prison came Her Debt and Prison both the same A worthy honourable Cheat Whose very Fetters made her Great For while she mute in Thraldome lies Her buzzing Fame much swifter flies Tho' she confin'd to us may seem Within the Limits of a Gem She 's in effect by being thus Extended through the Universe And by her forc'd yet willing stay Debar'd from Flying flies away Whose Hive not long since Thatcht we saw Like Rome's old Capitol with Straw She now in nobler Structure dwells Which Rome's new Capitol excells Thou worthy Nurse of mighty Jove Supreme o're all the Gods above Tell me thou Insect tell me why When Harlots mounted to the Sky He did not thus thy Pains repay Deserving Heaven more than they But lo I see thy proud Disdain Has rendred Deifying vain So rich so glorious thy Attire A radiant not a burning Fire That all those Lamps which grace the Sky Are seen Unenvy'd by thy Eye 'T were Injury to fix thee there A brighter Constellation here Such is the dazling Garb she wears Such Honour from that Garb she bears That tho' her Jove be cloath'd with Rays Immortal and immortal Praise 'T is doubtful which does most confer The Bee on Jove or Jove on her While she her self does represent As if to give the God she meant Honour instead of Nutriment Proud Animal 't is mere Self-love Which makes thee like Narcissus prove Who view'd himself in Chrystal Streams And as he view'd thence gather'd Flames In liquid Gum you clearer shine Others to Envy you incline Whilst you your self for Love repine True Looking-glass wherein we view Not only Form but Matter too The Eyes which view this glorious Bee Are held almost as fast as she For while they gaze in one they view Artificer and Image too 'T was heedlessness this Artist taught Exact the Figure yet not wrought Whom like Sejanus here we see Too truly slain in Effigy Fair Phaethusa Stories shew A Poplar-tree by Weeping grew Weeping Oh! had it sooner came Enough to quench her Brother's Flame Hence first distill'd the precious Juice And Trees the Amber did produce From whence a three-fold Change we see From humane Shape sproughts up a Tree Thence came forth Gum and thence a Bee A Bee which thus you may divide Object of Pity and of Pride It Sister does and Brother seem It Weeps like her it Shines like him In both their Fates does Sympathize At once bewails the Dead and Dies Virgin too like the Crocodile Whose treach'rous Tears to Snares beguile Thy Weeping's by Experience known More Envious now than Pitteous grown Thy Tears which first made thee a Tree And now again transform the Bee Harden themselves and that like Thee See how from Good ariseth Ill While they bewail the Slain they Kill But why against th' industrious Bee Do Trees exert such Cruelty She little thinking e're to yield Securely Plunder'd all the Field For which she now in Chains must stay Chains richer than her former Prey Flowers too weak to captive Bees Assistance crave from neighbour Trees Till they that were opprest before Retort the Dammage once they bore But Oh! t is thus they add the more And to deprive increase the Store The cruel Nero who says Fame Rome doubly Dy'd in Blood and Flame Erected no such noble Throne No tho' he built a Golden One As that wherein this Tyrant shone Most radiant most illustrious Bee I 'll to the Phaenix liken thee In Death as rare as bright as She Tho' She to Phoebus owe his Night Extinguish'd by the Beams of Light Tho' thou a distant Fate dost bear Drown'd in the Deluge of a Tear Thy waxen Wings the Fate has sought Which those of Icarus once brought The cause whereby as Stories tell So High he soar'd so Deep he fell Yet thee much Happier I esteem Not over-whelm'd tho' drown'd like him Thou more conspicuous dost appear Than others above Water are Thy very Cov'ring makes thee clear Thou need'st not signalize thy Grave With any specious Epitaph Thy Corps is so transparent seen In Golden Characters within Thus Death which never grants Reprieve Is here made Life's Preservative The dark Recesses of the Tomb Become a pleasant lightsome Room Th' unnatural but honest Grave From a Devourer chang'd to save In Justice does its Debt repay And give the Life it takes away Thy Dipping Thetis has out-done Who strove to Eternize her Son Bathing him in the Stygian Lake That he might ne're of Styx partake Thou that effectually dost gain For which she Dipt but dipt in vain The Bee with Hercules compare Her lustre may with Aeta's share But not consume not wasted be And so gain Immortality Eternal Insect who would grieve To Dye like thee like thee to Live Jove is a Mortal thought by some ' Cause ancient Creet can shew his Tomb Oh! were he Bury'd there like thee His Tomb would prove him Deity On a Beggar Insulting over a RICH-MAN's Grave I 'Le of my Rags and low Condition boast Since Robes of Honour are consin'd to Dust The Rich in Graves beneath my self I 'le scorn Rejoice at that which makes all others Mourn The Dunghil-Cock may well the Gem despise When wrap'd in Dung it undistinguisht lies But he 's Embalm'd you say while silthy I Am quite
consum'd with Vermine e're I dye Without Persumes Oh! may I ever dwell Whose very sweets increase a nauseous smell Conspiring sweets in time with double Scent Destroy the Odour which before they Ient The Grave it self can't equal all since there They lye most Nasty who liv'd Neatest here The Light of Life like that of Lamps we find Both when exstinguisht leave their stink behind What tho' each Royal Crown were made a Star Translated hence unto the Heavenly Sphere Yet if as these above Earth upward tend Their Owners so beneath the Earth descend Hereby would seem but juster cause to Grieve That Animals should Death for Life receive And these Inanimate thus ever live That Corps is here in silent Darkness laid Whose Lustre once could chase away a Shade That Head would now as once with Nod it might With grimmer Paleness all Beholders fright That ghastly Visage drive those Crouds away It s awful Presence once provok'd to stay Farewel ye Powers which cannot Fate subdue May Death to me not Fortune Kindness shew I scout her Darlings I defy the Great All that 's Above I count below my State Thus Moses scorning to be Pharaoh's Son Trod undersoot the rich Aegyptian Crown A Foot-stool meet for such as can despise a Throne Thanks to the Gods who granted me no more Since Life 's the Pawn they take for giving Store This wealthy Fop who undervalu'd Me When clad in Gold and Tyrian Bravery Beneath my Feet shall undervalu'd lye Not more the Worms than viler Beggar 's Prey The World at length turn'd upside-down I see He 's Trampled Dead who Living Trampled me On the Excellent Translation of the First Book of Virgil's Aeneis By Mr. THOMAS FLETCHER Fellow of New-College LET Greece the Fabrick of the God's Invade Destroy with Mortal Hands what first Immortal made The God of Wit can't hear the World complain That what Apollo did was done in vain Tho' he to Ruine ancient Troy design'd By Virgil first by Fletcher now we find Troy and a new-born Troy he left behind That for sack'd Troy he might his Sorrows shew For One destroy'd he has rebuilt us Two Whose Structure he with firmer Verse does rear Which ne're shall ruin'd Troy's Destruction fear These as Immortal as her Builders are So that the Fire which wasted Troy became Not a consuming but resining Flame Like that which round Ascanius's Temples roll'd Not more her Fall than future Grandeur told Ev'n Fate it self does almost Doubting stand Which is the Ruin'd which the Rescu'd Land For not to mention Rome's proud Turrets where The Conquer'd is for ever Conqueror You may behold a nobler Fabrick here Since our Oxonian with the Mantuan Swan More than the vulgar sort of Swans have done Have sung the Fate of Others not their Own While lo those Notes which Asian Kings deplore That Life the loss of which they grieve restore 'T is they Aeneas make a Goddess Son 'T is they make him a Deity alone Not by his Happiness but Troubles shown That Hero's Acts by these Enobled show He does to Venus less than Phoebus owe His Priestess led him to the Shades below His Priests the Poets are his Leaders now And by th' Immortal State their Lines have given One shew'd the way to Hell but Two to Heaven Lent 's Meditation IN pious Days when Christian 's infant Zeal Did Spiritual with Carnal force repel Before Correction to Offenders due Like Moses's Rod a tempting Serpent grew E're Stripes did Lust's for Anger 's Passion frame The Lictors Fasces Fuel to its Flame And Sin 's Reward it self a Sin became When pure Religion 's new-born Infants were More Innocent than those of Nature are Ev'n them our Saviour's Passion taught to pray Peter himself once less concern'd than they Course Sack-Cloath then instead of Silk was worn Dishevel'd Hair did more than Curls adorn As louthsome all as Sin it self became Nor was Aâ—wensday then an empty Name Both Kings and Subjects did alike appear These humbled Ninevites those Ahab's were They could with Torture innate Vice expel Preventing by their own the Pains of Hell Few willful Errors did their Souls defile 'T was Ignorance that only could beguile Yet even for many stripes did that request Repentance greatest was when Crimes were least Each perty Vice requir'd its purging Showers Which were a Vertue if compar'd to ours Sin then as far as by their Stripes appears Was oft'ner wash'd in Blood than now in Tears Such were the Faults they were addicted to Such the rewards that did those Faults ensue So great the Punishment so light th' Offence That Crimes themselves declar'd their Innocence Thus were Men Purg'd most when most Purify'd Like Holy Children in the Furnace try'd But now the Yoke is shaken off and we Are grown to years of such Maturity That we no Terror in those Rods espy Which harmless Babes in Christ durst not defy Frail Man alone these tender Twiggs could bend 'T is Thunder-strokes the stubborn Oaks must rend They then that hope to shun this fiery Doom Its Heat by fervent Prayers overcome And when their Grief by outward Signs appears Allay its force in Penitential Tears These are the means by which Men Heaven scale Mountainous Bulks can less than these prevail The Soul a Paradox it seems to be Is most exalted by Humility Humble Contrition sends her to the Sky Her Wings when wet with Tears can highest fly For when such Floods o're-whelm our Earthly part Amidst the watry Eyes and bleeding Heart She Dov'like finding none in humane Breast Returns to Heaven from whence she came for Rest Scourgings amongst the Romans still prevail Which the Priest's Wants not People's Errors heal The wounded Body suffers all in vain The wounded Spirit feels the greatest Pain And which may bring to Priests and People gain The Romish Priests with Pilate may devise To mingle humane Blood with Sacrifice As he with Galilaean's blood had done Defile the sacred Temple with their own They like the Priests of Baal may cry and roar Painting their Sins in their own putrid Gore Whereby each Supplicant does seem to be A Victim rather than a Votary If we transcribe Elijah's righteous ways Like him fast Forty Nights and Forty Days As for slain Prophets he was grieved sore We our great Prophet's shameful Death deplore As he in Flames ascended to the Sky By fervent Prayers we ascend as high This would alone those hideous Cries excel And merit Heaven without the Pains of Hell Such ardent Zeal requires no bloody means This Fire will more than Purgatory cleanse This since 't is heavenly as his Chariot's fire We need not doubt but 't will like that aspire But carnal Man Aegyptian Meat requires And more her Flesh than Bread from Heaven desires Sure if such Manna we could still receive We by this Bread sustain'd alone might live Live in the Flesh thâ—â—gh to the Flesh we dy Shewing in Mortal Immortality And thus most literally we may speak The Spirit
make it pure The Sea permitted by the Wind to smile With rolling Waves for very Heat does boil The Ambient Flame alike all places burns And the whole Globe into a Fire-ball turns The fiery Plague does Animals pursue Destroys Inanimate and Living too The unblemish'd Heifer to the Altar led Prevâ—â—â— its Fire and frys before she 's Dead The Pigeon * Gen. 15.9 undivided does expire Nor by * v. 17. Aethereal but Terrestrial Fire Nor are Mankind exempted from the same But go alive into their Funeral-flame Ev'n Death her self grown weary with the toil Of slaying and o're glutted with her Spoil Must follow after her devoured Prey The Oyl once spent the Lamp will soon decay Thus she who hitherto lookt Pale and Wan When Tyrannizing o're poor Vanquish'd Man Wondring to find her self become a Prize Yields to this Fire and blusheth as she Dies But hold presumptuous Muse No farther go Lest thou surviving Death Immortal grow Since Phoenix-like the World expires shall I Make it Swan-like to sing its Elegy Cease then my Muse do thou with Nature Die The New-JERUSALEM WEll may the Phoenix world in Flames consume Since Phoenix-like 't is a prolifick Doom Bearing a Richer in its pregnant Tomb. A glorious World refin'd from drossy Earth Far brighter than those Flames that gave it Birth Flames which at once their double Office shew The Old World's Hesper Phosper to the New Surprizing sight Gems which once Precious were Loose all their Worth are vile and common here The Onyx Topaz Saphire Diamond Serve now like Flints to pitch the radiant Ground The Pride of Crowns is here a Foot-stool found The Sea in clearness Chrystal does surpass As far as Chrystal might compar'd with Glass Whose Waves themselves within their Limits keep Nor scar'd by Moon with over-flowings weep Which having been * The supposed Date of the World 6000 Years opprest Now on the Seventh as their Sabbath Rest The meanest Structure which God's word commands Exceeds the noblest Buildings rais'd by Hands The noblest Architects are here out-gone Nimrod in Heighth in Glory Solomon Alas His Fabrick was but lin'd with Gold While here the out-side we Emboss'd behold And if the Case be such the Jewel sure Which it contains must needs be far more pure Jacob's Twelve Sons Twelve several Gates command And there as Sentinels to Guard them stand * Who destroyed Sechem Gen. 34.25 Simeon and Levi Expiate what they owe For rasing Walls and their Defenders grow Never was Joseph yet so gaudy Drest In Pharaoh's Signet or his Father's Vest Never the Patriarchs so Bright and Gay Tho' they enroll'd in Aaron's Breast-plate lay Where Starry Gems while they their Names revive And tho' False Stars yet surest Omens give At once make past and future Ages live For those which such a Lustre cast before Respecting these less Light than Shaddow bore And we th' Aaronick Priesthood now may call In Robes as well as Office Typical But as the Walls and City dazle near So do the Woods and Country shine afar The very Groves as Rich as Kings are Crown'd And Golden Boughs on every Tree are found Which free from Autumns spight themselves ne're fade Nor other Objects make so with their Shade And which broke off to Pious Saints are given Not Tickets for to enter Hell but Heaven A Thousand Years first spent their Dated stay A Thousand Years which will but seem a Day While they enjoy continued Bliss and Ease Charm'd and Protected by the Prince of Peace Nor can these Thousand Years by Time be known Since Sun and Moon since Sky and Stars are gone Time is involv'd in Nature's common Doom And as it all things does it self consume For why should those bright Bodies still remain Nature makes nothing nor preserves in vain Which yet she had had she preserv'd the Sun And made the Stars their wonted Courses run What Lustre could from distant Stars appear While Saints who were to shine like them so near The Sun of Righteousness imparts below More dazling Rays than could from Phoebus flow Which would o're-cast his Light he no more now His Light than Stars he shining theirs could show For Light the more Obscures the more 't is Bright And that by which we see deprives of Sight But yet this Light is rendred more compleat In that it proves as Constant as 't is Great Nothing obstructs th'uninterrupted Light One duskish Cloud would here be thought a Night No Zodiack Points out his Measur'd way Eternity within no Bounds can stay Such is the Majesty which does dispense Such are they who enjoy his Influence And tho' one Star another may excel In Glory all in Union equal dwell Some more some less yet still all Happy be Such different Notes conspire in Harmony And Grace Jerusalem which may be ta'ne Or for aspiring Earth or for descending Heaven A Lamentation for MOSES WHat News is this What sudden Change I hear Meekness it self is grown a Murmurer Must I fetch Water Moses cries his Hand Seconds his Words words potent as his Wand Which to the striker Wounds more Mortal gave Than the struck Rock could from his Rod receive Dull Rock hadst thou their meaning understood No need of Rod those words had spoke a Flood And pittying Tears from Stones had trickled so As might thereby prevent the lifted Blow Whilst Speech became the speaker's vocal Rod When it dishonour'd him that gave it God Happy had he ne're stiff-neck'd Israel knew Been slain himself when he the Egyptian slew Why was he spar'd by the Erythraean Sea Only that he might want of Water see Why by the Beasts that in the Desart stray To govern Men less Civiliz'd than they How has the Lustre of his radiant Face Prov'd to himself a threatning Comets Blaze Clad with the Wedding-Robe of Heavens bright Quire Why was the Chariot wanting to the Fire In vain unarm'd he Amalek subdu'd In vain the Conquest sent from Heaven he shew'd When destitute of Men and Arms defence His lifted Hand reach'd Victory from thence For tho' the Obstacle remov'd he run The Race alas he can't enjoy the Crown Moses without the Holy-land must stay Nor march in Triumph through that Sacred way To Nebo nature's Pyramid he 's sent Nebo if not his Grave his Monument There viewing Canaan Heaven's Type that Scene Clos'd with his Eyes and Heaven it self is seen Go pious Prince to thy eternal Home Blest with thy Punishment enjoy thy Doom To enter Canaan would less Happy be Canaan is now a Wilderness to Thee JONATHAN'S Complaint against SAUL Occasion'd by his Enjoyning an unseasonable Fast WHat has my Conquest over Armies won I vanquish'd Thousands to submit to One. Food Life's preservative for Death does call My Mouth tasts Honey but my Belly Gall. Behold my Father did I Father say Alas That Title he has cast away Behold my King my fatal Judge less loath To loose his Nature than to break his Oath See he denies my
turn of Thought That Mind which could all this and more command That great Container is it self Contain'd Which having through the Maze of Knowledge trac'd ' Found out the way to know it self at last Learn Man thy Inward once thy hidden Part Thou who the Reader thou the Lecture art Discern the Alien lodg'd within thy Breast Thy greatest Stranger though thy constant Guest Here 's no insipid School-men's empty Toys Whose Words consist of little else but Noise Who Seven long Years for their Degrees must wait E're Blub-cheeks speak them Masters of Debate While the poor Ware that 's hardly worth a Groat Is vainly boasted as 't is dearly bought But profound Sense that weighty Matters dress'd Sense fit by such as Hobbs to be express'd Back'd with the Reason be design'd to shew Reason the Painter and the Picture too See here thy secret Labyrinth display'd See here thy self a living Engine made See what Spring moves what Trigger stops the Wheel Thy very Soul so clearly Drawn so well That should ev'n Momus's Window intervene 'T would through that Glass be now but Darkly seen Lo an Idea of the Affections here See a Description of the Senses there What parted Flames our eager Passions move Which or our Anger kindle or our Love Here is the Seat of Grief and Pleasure here Fear it self Dares yet Trembles to appear Let Politicians first be rul'd by thee Would they o're vulgar Tempers Rulers be Thy Arts are foaming Bits that curb with ease And ply the Stubborn to the Bonds of Peace Here Archimedes may sure-Footing find To Know is almost to subdue the Mind When he wrests Scepters from the Hands of Kings And fierce Barbarians to Compliance brings Makes Trembling Palsy seize the Royal Throne And ev'n the World it self turns upside-down There 's nothing can his Government withstand Who can the Mind that Governs all command Audacious Soul who dost as high aspire For Knowledge as Prometheus did for Fire Tell me what Deity to thee has shown These noble Arts to Ages past unknown What Saint sent hither by the Lord of Light Said Brother Hobbs recieve Immortal Sight Claim this as thy peculiar Gift alone Unknown to all as all to thee are known What by Creation was the Work Divine Is made Great Soul by Revelation Thine THE Seventh ELEGY OF THE SECOND BOOK OF TIBULLUS WHen Thoughts are mutinous 'twixt D th and Life Hope steps between and parts the fatal Strife Many had slept in Death's eternal Night Had Hopes bright Sun withdrawn his pleasant Light 'T is Hope prolongs the wretched Lovers stay Which if it fly Life with it flies away Prophetick Hope can only Grief destroy Disarming present ills with future Joy The Plow-man trusts his Seed to Mother Earth In full Assurance of a better Birth But should his Hopes as long Retirement have Furrows for Corn would prove the Tillers Grave By Hope the Fowler 's Nets for Birds are wrought Hope the true Bait whereby all Fish are caught Hope makes Confinement perfect Liberty Hope makes the Slave amidst his Fetters free Naught can divert him from his merry Tone Hope calls for Songs when they require a Groan Hope like my Mistress does my Heart beguile Hope makes her Frowns the dimples of a Smile Forbear Fair Nymph forbear thy haughty Scorn Teach not the Goddess Hope to Die forlorn Let it suffice in Beauty to out-vie Submit in Power to her Deity If you your Sisters Ghost or Love or Fear By loving me evince your Love to her So mayst thou Earth on her young Members lay A Turf as slender and as soft as they She shall my Prayers she shall my Offerings have Sweet Garland shall perfume her putrid Grave And least like her the sairest Flower they die I 'll with my Tears the absent Dew supply There secure Refuge there Redress I 'le seek And since you will not move her Dust to speak She 'll never let the living Sister have Those Tears due only to the Dead one's Grave Let me no longer then Denial find On her Account if not on mine be Kindâ— Left she to Horror turn your sweet Repose Making you view her tho' your â—yes you close View her besmear'd with such a bloody Gore As once her deadly â—all had caus'd before When from aloft stain'd into Styx she fâ—â— Thus making almost a Red-Sea in Hell While in such dreadful Colours Ghosts appear Spectators grow as Pale as those they fear But hold my Mistress do's her Grief renew And I my self a Feind not Lover shew If this dire method must my Woes relieve I 'de grieve for ever might she never Grieve May those consenting Eyes ne're shed a Tear Show'rs are unseasonable when Stars appear Not she but Phryne ought to bear the blame Phryne as void of Pity as of Shame Who others Letters by her cruel Art Hid in her Bosom slyly does impart And joyns them nearer to my Mistresses's Heart When I enquire she 's not at Home she 'll cry Altho' my Mistresses's Voice does speak her nigh And when I come my Promise to obtain She says she 's in a Fright or else in Pain Till by her Lies 't is I the Anguish hear Making her Feign'd become my real Fear Then like some sullen Ghost I sigh and groan To see my Treasure stoln away and gone My Fancy's wrack'd my Thoughts in spite of Fate Her Lovers pleasures but my Pains create Then I to Phryne in her kind Reply And every Curse is Eccho to a Lye Whatever part off all my Curses fail That you may live Distress'd let that prevail 'T is Just ye Gods 't is just at length that she Who caus'd my Grief should live in Grief like me On the DEATH of the late Renown'd Learned and Honourable Mr. ROBERT BOYLE FOr Boyle the Learned Boyle is this Complaint Who liv'd Philosopher who dy'd a Saint And intermix'd with the Angelick Crew Augments their Company and Knowledge too Such was his Learning such his Piety That ev'n his Physicks taught Divinity Never such Gifts from Heaven to Man were given Never such Gratitude re-paid to Heaven Farewel ye ancient Bards a doting Crew Who no more Nature than its Author knew Ev'n thee great Stagirite we bid Adieu Whom greater Boyle precedes in our Esteem Far more in Worth than thou dost him in Time Compare both Physicks and to use thy Term Thine the first Matter his appears the Form Thus Boyle re-acts thy part Excell'd we see By thee Thy Master by thy Scholar Thee Nor was he perfect in this Art alone Philosophy alas too rarely known Went hand in hand with his Religion * Mr. Hobbs Others think fit to load the teeming Press With studious Effects of Wickedness And while mysterious Nature they unfold Deny the Providence they there behold But Boyle as Pious as Experienc'd grown Their Wisdom knew their Folly left unknown As oft to Church as Library he went His Time in Prayer as well as Study spent His Practice did
Lute Tho' you Heroick Actions sing Adore some God Extol some King If at the Signal given by Time Their Notes strike in and sweeten Rhime Whoever hears them hearing says They speak their own in others praise TROAS Act the First Where Hecuba complains of her Misfortunes Hecuba Sola A Crown is but a Gilded Fickle Toy To One who first reflects on Me and Troy Troy now no more a Sooty Ruine stands Built by Immortal Ras'd by mortal Hands Her mighty Troops in forreign Countries bred Are either bravely Slain or basely Fled Immerst she lay in shining Waves of Flame Flame that first caus'd and then disclos'd her shame But Oh! too weak to snatch the wealthy Prey Which fiercer Greecians bore through Flames away Thick smoaky Clouds as knowing what was done Ascend apace to stop the flying Sun In vain they Veil his Face he posts away And Troy's black Night bereaves the World of Day The bloody Greek our spatious Ruine views And takes for Vision what too true it shews He senseless Wretch his Senses dares not trust How fear'd he Troy who trembles at her Dust He owns her worthy of a Ten Years Seige Of Ten times Ten Years worthy of an Age. The tottering Relicks of her shapeless Wall Give their last Nod and threaten as they fall I swear by all the angry Powers above By Priam's Ghost by all I fear or love The Loss we suffer was fore-warn'd by me I ev'n foretold Cassandra's Prophecy I spoke as True was thought as False as She. Forgive Vlysses Pardon Sinon I Wrought this Destruction I deserve to die The fatal Torch was lighted in my Womb Wretch that I am it did not me consume When I grew Pregnant with the Trojan Doom But why do I stale Grievances relate Omitting Greater of a fresher Date I saw the King before the Altar lye The prostrate King adore the Gods and dye Bold Pyrrhus caught Bold Pyrrhus slew him there Held by the Cords of his own twisted Hair Yet he with less Regret did Death receive Than any could but he who gave it give No Reverence due to Temples check'd his Rage Nor present Gods nor Priam's sacred Age No nor his Death He does his Corps abuse And the Grave's Quarters to his Foe refuse Troy's Fun'ral Flames none to her King allow The only Good Misfortune could bestow Nor is this all his Royal Family Once serv'd by Lords to Lords must Servants be Lo they cast Lots One Dreams of Hector's Bed Another Helenus his Spouse would wed A Third is kindled with Antenor's Fires Cassandra too is sought These each requires My Lot is thought a Blank me none desires Me all Men dread Is none concern'd but I Help me my Mates who suffer silently Help me to shew your and my Misery Pay Troy your last Respects Weep sigh and tear Your Garments after these your Breast and Hair Let Ida Eccho forth our mournful Song That fatal Soil whence our Misfortune sprung Upon the Unseasonable Heat and Drought in April Anno Domini 1694. VENVS Unkind as thou art Fair To leave thy Month at Random here April from Thee derives its Name From thee it does Protection claim But thou a Foe to open Wars A Friend to Lovers secret Jars Perhaps art fled with winged pace To make thy Mars his Fury cease His Bloody Passions disapprove And mould them into those of Love The stubborn God at first denies At last he 's smitten and complies Thus little Dreaming any ill Endeavouring to Save you Kill Thy Absence here caus'd greater Rage Then tâ—â—re thy Presence can asswage While fiery Vulcan sent by You Your Husband and your Vassal too Does with regret your Place supply Then such distructive Flames let fly As Aetna yield and Jealousy And by the Heat they did produce You 'd almost think 't were Hell broke loose No welcome Clouds o're-cast the Sky Too long Serene to please the Eye No parti-colour'd Iris seen To dye the Trees and Meadows Green The thirsty Earth asunder cleaves And gapes for Drink but none receives Rivers their Aid no longer lent Rivers no more their Waters spent The Island grows a Continent Deep Waters into shallows shrink The Sea it self has need of Drink Phoebus with his Red jolly Face In vain expects a Cooling-Glass He reaches out his Beams in vain Still empty they return again Unusual paleness shews the Moon For want of Moisture sickly grown The Heavenly Torches hov'ring stand Like parting Flames above a Brand And wanting Fuel to their Fire Twinkle as if they would Expire Yet loth to perish all alone And see no Ruine but their own Downwards their hidden Poysons flow And scatter Death where e're they go While burning Feavers they create Fore-runners of poor Mortals Fate Whose restless Torture is confin'd To Beds for quiet Ease design'd Not she whom once in Nero's Bed Fore-boding Dreams with Flames o're-spread And sleep Death's Image painted Dead Endur'd such Anguish in her Rest As these by wakeful Fires opprest Who seiz'd with this Tyrannick ill More than her Dreams could fansy feel Their Heat admits of no allay And only will with Life decay The drops of Sweat distil in vain Their liquid Heat increas'd the Pain Nor would their Shirts afflict them more Had Nessus dip'd them in his Gore Thus tortur'd they resign their Breath Proof against any Cold but Death No shiv'ring Ague dares appear That lesser Ill we us'd to fear Companion of the Springing Year Expel'd by greater Miseries With fear it trembles as it flies The scorched Air still breaths out Woes And the short Hell grants no Repose No Zephyr's gentle whispers say Come forth ye tender Buds for they Within the Bark had rather lye Than at their very Birth to dye If any Scorning to lye hid Stept out in hast their Morning Pride Before the wisht for Evening dy'd Their Beauty set before the Sun Before the Day their Life was gone Too soon the parched Leaves did fade And of the Spring an Autumn made The Field a Yellow Off-spring bears The Corn is Straw before it Ears Yet these but too faint Emblems are Of those Diseases Mortals share The Conquerour the Stout the Brave Is the more potent Feavers Slave Blood free from all impure Desires Boils faster than with Youthful Fires Nor are decrepit Limbs secure The chill of Fourscore must endure And wax warm with another's Rage This Heat will thaw that frozen Age. As Clock-wheels which too slow have gone Aided by Oyl out-strip the Sun With too much hast their Sloth repay And wear the Time too fast away So this Disease where e're it Reigns Tho seated in exhausted Veins Driving with too impetuous strife O'rethrows the Vehicle of Life And those whom ling'ring Sloth might save Are thus set forward to their Grave The Stripling that has just begun The Race of Life like Phaeton O're-power'd by Heat comes tumbling down And sinds it Ev'ning e're 't is Noon Scarce any Town or City free From this destroying Enemy The Plow-share's
beat into a Spade Graves are as thick as Furrows made Where e're you pass a Corps you meet And Coffins crowd through every Street There 's scarce a Houshold in a Town But grieves at least the loss of One. The Winding-sheet about the Dead Grows as familiar with the Bed As those wherewith 't is over-laid While all our April Showers arise From Widows or from Orphans Eyes All Cheeks besmear'd with Pearly dew Instruct the Clouds how they should do But now the angry Powers relent Away our Grief with April went The Mountains laugh the Valleys sing And every Bird salutes the Spring A cooling Wind does first appease Then blows away the hot Disease Ev'n Heaven conscious of our woe As alter'd Looks do plainly shew Dissolves with Pity into Showers And so removes what it deplores A Speech of SCAEVA who Commanded under Caesar To his Flying Souldiers Lucan Book VI. WHat Fear your narrow Souls from Fight withdrew A Fear unknown to all that Caesar knew Mean Slaves to spare their Bloud from whom you fly Theirs who seek Yours Dare ye not turn and Dye For shame the fleshy Hills of Heroes view Die to revenge their Death who Dy'd for You. But yet suppose you could Ungrateful prove Let Anger move the Mind unmov'd by Love The Foe takes us alone for Cowards they Who by Retreating would enlarge his way Sure sure his Pass-port shall be dearly bought Pompey shall wade through Bloud to cut my Throat I could with greater Joy were Caesar by I will not say with greater Courage Dye But since he cannot see me Pompey shall Pompey who feels me shall approve my Fall Rush on my Mates and meeting break his Darts Make blunt their Iron with your harder Hearts The dusty Clouds we setting Suns do raise The Shouts that tell our Ruine and our Praise Swift as the Sound shall bring Great Caesar here When those have reach'd his Eye and these his Ear. Let 's die Victorious He when we are gone Will reap the Conquest which our Valour won On the DEATH of a Skilful but Unhappy Organist THoughtful and Sad the sweet Musician lay No Healing Melody drove Care away Which to Hell-Torments might have brought Relief Physick to any but its Owner's Grief No pleasant Pastime those fierce Pains asswage Which make a Moment swell into an Age. Grief clip'd Time's Wing and so beyond the sleight Of Nature lengthen'd at once Day and Night Sleep as affrighted left his troubled Breast And nothing less than Death can give him Rest A Rest more certain had it not been sought Had any but himself the Present brought But he impatient of a longer Life Resolves to be beholding to his Knife Which half fulfills the too severe Command Unwilling to Obey unable to Withstand The Bloud a free and easy Passage found But grosser Entrals crowd about the Wound As at some narrow Gate the hasty Rout Where none are Gone though all are Going out He unconcern'd for what he saw and felt Either of which another's Heart would melt Does with a surer Gash his Fate command No Pain can stop when Phrensy guides the hand This darted Death 't was this made wider Room While reeking Bowels leave their native home The sight of which made all Spectators mourn Till viewing his their Own within them turn The fatal Sisters start to see their Loom Cut by a forreign Hand untimely come By Rashness to prevent a riper Doom Sure the Infernal Furies prick'd him on To seek the Danger which he ought to shun 'T was they the Thracian Orpheus tore before 'T was they alas our Second Orpheus tore Hold Muse thy maim'd and worthless Verse forbear Lest thou a Fury not a Muse appear And they another Torture suffer here Martial Book I. Epigram IX The Poet asserts that Honour too be truly Valuable which is Consistent with Life IN that you so far Cato's Acts allow So far the Foot-steps Thraseas trod pursue As not their Pattern but their Fate to shun My Decianus You and I are One. That Wreath is but a Let to future Good Which fades unless refresht with Showers of Blood Give me the Man whose Life and Fame keep pace While both his Trophies and his Years increase Epigram XIV The Words of a Dying Wife to her Husband ARRIA the Sword drawn from her Bowels took And giving it to her Dear Poetus spoke Trust me I can this Stroke with ease sustain This gives the Wound 't is Yours will cause the Pain Epigram XXII On Porsenna and Mucius Scaevola WHen Mucius the deceitful Weapon drew Which not Porsenna but his Noble slew Enrag'd he thrust his hand into the Flame That erring â—and which so mistook his Aim The milder Tyrant bid him straight retire And snatch'd the living Fire-brand from the Fire Here hostile Pity does Self-love excel Grieving to see what he Rejoyc'd to feel Thave kill'd Porsenna had less Glory brought This has a Triumph o're a Triumph wrought Epigram XXVI To Faustinus A Modest Writer YOUR Thoughts correctly in your Papers drest Lie hid as when imperfect in your Breast How would your Writings please the Grecians how Vnknit our Criticks tho' an aged Brow Why will you shut out Fame that knocks at Door Why will you when you may be Rich be Poor You are too tedious if you wait for Death Who will take Yours to give your Poems breath No let them rather with their Author thrive Of Life both worthy both together Live Epigram XXXIV On a Deceitful Mourner GEllia alone her Father's Death forbears To Mourn yet entertains her Guests with tears Who takes a pride in Grief without it Lives Who Grieves sincerely he in Secret Grieves Retir'd as is the Grave his Sorrow keeps Mute as the Body therein Buried weeps Epigram XXXVII To Lucanus and Tullus Two Loving Brothers DID You so like the Starry Pair Above Share in their Fate as you surpast their Love Your Pious Contest had their Fame out-gone Obscur'd their Lustre with a brighter Sun While each would with unwilling Glory rise Each with ambitious Hast forsake the Skies And he who first did to the Shades descend Would thus bespake his Brother and his Friend Live out your Date and when my Turn is due Supply his Life who only lives in You. Book IV. Epigram XVI On a Boy Kill'd by the Dropping of an Iceickle THere is a Place they call Capena's Gate Sweating beneath the constant Waters weight A Beardless Youth as he was passing by Here unawares suck'd in his Destiny The liquid Weapon by the Heat it found Destroy'd it self and him that felt the Wound Who ever could like cruel Fortune dare Who ever daring could succeed like Her At whose Command a pointed Drop does prove As fatal as a Deluge sent by Jove Epigram XLIV A Description of the Mountain Vesuvius HEre pleasant Vines once cast a gloomy Shade Fit to conceal those Crimes their Juice had made Here once the Fat or'e-flow'd with Wine this Grove Bacchus did far beyond his Nysa
love Here Satyrs when they could not Walk by chance Stagger'd and Reel'd themselves into a Dance Here Hercules Here Venus chose to dwell Their Heaven in respect of this was Hell Now all to Flames from Flames to Ashes turn And poor Alcides once again must Burn. While the too late repenting Gods confess They wish this Ruine and their Power less Epigram LXXVIII On Varus Derided for his Poor Entertainment VVHen Varus made me his Unhappy Guest Rich Preparations sham'd the scanty Feast The Table so incumber'd was with Gold As if he meant it should no Victuals hold While all things thus in ample Order lye They starve the Belly only glutt the Eye Kind Varus I design'd with thee to Night To gratifie my Palate not my Sight Prithee or Feed me with substantial Meat Or Feed me not with Hopes of any Treat Book V. Epigram VII To Vulcan that he would Spare Rome having already suffer'd by Fire THe Aged Phoenix finds in Death relief Destroy'd by Fire that kindles into Life So Rome in Flames refin'd her ancient Rust So found prolifick Vertue in her Dust Her New-born looks all Glorious and Severe Proud and Imperious as Domitian's are Vulcan forgive forgive our Founder's wrong Tho' we from Mars we too from Venus sprung Then may thy Wife so Chast and Gentle prove As to forget all Bonds but those of Love Epigram LXXV On Pompey and his Sons BOth Asia Europe and the Libyan Coast Declare how Pompey and his Sons are lost Learn to admire their Greatness by their Doom Whose very Ashes made the World their Tomb. Book VI. Epigram XXVIII An Epitaph HEre underneath this Marble Tomb Lies once the Pride now Grief of Rome His Morals Chast Severe his Meen For Vertues Ripe for Vices Green Beauty was on his Body writ His Soul the Image bore of Wit Which like the God of it Deceas'd After Twelve Years its Twelve Signs pass'd May he whose Tears lament this Boy Or never Weep or weep for Joy Book VII Epigram IV. To Caesar desiring his speedy Return to Rome having Overthrown his Enemies IF you regard the joint Request of Rome Answer their Pray'rs excite their Joy and come We envy our more happy Conquer'd Foe And think it Conquest to be Vanquish'd so None sure can their Captivity deplore Who see the God whom we unseen Adore For while they with delight your awful Presence view Your Arms their Hands and You their Hearts subdue Epigram XXI A Petition to the Morning-Star that by an Early Appearance it would hasten Domitian in his Journey towards Rome NO longer Phosphorus our Joys delay Caesar expects when you will lead the way And Usher in One Brighter than the Day So expects Rome I fear the Northern Bear Has suck'd you up into its Vortex there You move as Heavily as that as Slow And in so doing seem as Savage too If you are Tir'd that you may make more Speed Castor for Caesar's sake will lend his Fiery Steed Officious Phoebus does your Leisure wait His Horses wonder they set out so late Aurora lies awake and fain would rise Yet still the Stars refuse to close their Eyes The chequer'd Sky with its fix'd Eyes does view Too many to be told to look too few The Moon which hitherto had seen but One Stays longing to behold another Sun Well since 't is so come Caesar come in spight Of Moon and Stars of Nature's Skreen the Night Command your Coach-man to drive swiftly on Yours is to us the Chariot of the Sun Epigram XXXVI On Domitian 's Stately Building CEase Egypt cease thy Wonders to declare Thy Pyramids must yield to Larger here Memphis struck Dumb with shame in silence dwell Nor proudly with thy artificial Mountains swell How mean were these were Caesar's House in view That greatest Miracle the World can shew Sev'n Turrets high as Rome's Seven Hills appear Pelion would seem a Valley were it near The Bank the Giants cast against the Skies Beneath the Nod of Caesar's Palace lies Whose Spires serene as Heav'n they enter show And look with Scorn on Thunder-Clouds below The Sun Domitian takes it as his due To see his Daughter Circe after you Yet tho' these Buildings may with Heav'n compare For Bulk and Beauty they like Heaven appear Too mean too little for the God that 's there Epigram LIV. To CAESAR THo' large and frequent Blessings you bestow Conquering your self with Kindness as with Arms your Foe 'T is not your Gifts your Person make approv'd But 't is the Love of This makes those Belov'd Epigram LIX On a Thief who had lost One of His Eyes A Bold Face'd Thief had One Eye left alone Nor wept that One Eye for the other gone Venture him not bereav'd of half his Light A Polypheme for Rapine as in Sight Eye him at Dinner He 'll at Dinner steal At once his Belly and his Pockets fill He ne're a Spoon or Plate behind him leaves Close as his Shirt his Napkin to him cleaves He scruples not to take a Cloak or so And tho' he brought but One departs with Two If Sleep a Servant at his Labour seize His Candle's Light secures it not from Thieves But least he should when Forreign Thefts are done Be soon for want of Practice useless grown To steal his Neighbour's Goods he steals his Own MARTIAL Lib. Spec. Epig. XIII KInd Cruel Dart that pierc'd a Teeming Sow Giving a Fertile tho' a Fatal Blow Was it Diana's Hand miss-led thee right Diana Kills Lucina brings to Light The Huntress does the Midwife's Office do Poor Brute she saw her One she felt her Two While gaping Wounds that speak her parting Breath At once let out her Young and let in Death MARTIAL Lib. Spec. Epig. XXV THE Reason why these Waters don't destroy The Mimick as those did the * Leander real Boy Is plain they 're Caesar's and the Streams that flow Can't but be gentle when the Spring is so When bold Leander sought his lovely Dame And Waves oppos'd but could not quench his Flame Thus trembling he bespoke the boist'rous Sea May I my Hero first e're you have me As I return Rage Swell and Foam again What now Obstructs me will Oblige me then DAVID 's Unreasonable Grief for the Death of Absalom A Youth of sweet Deportment lovely Meen All Beautiful without all Foul within His Body being thus by Nature Drest To shame that Pare which She Created best A Youth too Delicate you 'd think for War Careless of David David's chiefest Care Conspir'd against the Peace of Israel's Crown Against that Life to which he ow'd his Own His Sword made Drunken in his Brother's Gore Grows Thirsty now again and seeks for more A nobler Potion and a richer Floud Than was the Second-run of Amnon's Bloud Villany not by slow Degrees increas'd From the mix'd Stream the purer Fountain trac'd A tender Kid at first the Lyon gnaws The stronger Beast is for Experienc'd Paws And now bold Isr'el follows Absalon Resolv'd
to loose his Life or win a Throne But David scorning to be thus Withstood Yet without Mercy to subdue too Good Thus speaks to Joab and in him to All Pray spare my Son but let his Army fall You may discern nor have I slightly shown The ardent Love I bear to Absalon At Amnon's Death with less Regret I bore His than the Absence of his Murderer Whom then against my Will I made Retire And with just Anger quell'd unjust Desire 'T was you our Reconcilement first begun The Favour you have sought may still be won You my good Nature to Compliance wrought You to Jerusalem the Exile brought When Two long Years within my City spent He had endur'd a Second Banishment As being still debar'd from seeing Me Me who thereby was punish'd worse than He How was I pleas'd to see thy Harvest burn And heaps of Ashes stand for Cocks of Corn Fit Emblem as I thought at once to prove To thee the Heat of Rage to Me of Love Conquer then succour the afflicted Prince Preserve his Life suppress his Insolence And when in him my Youthful Self you see Think him my Son and not mine Enemy He spoke and Joab with a flatt'ring Bow Seem'd ready to Obey but meant not so While Absalom among the Thickets rod And in the Woods appear'd a Sylvan God Subduing Men with glitt'ring Sword and Spear Nymphs with the Tresses of his flowing Hair Ev'n Oaks which stubborn against Thunder stood Paid their Respects and as he pass'd they Bow'Ã But One that was more Humble than the rest Stooping too low its Duty o're-express'd For now the Prince its rising Branches held A mark for Joab's Dart but David's Shield Had soon prevented it had he been there As King he 'd punish as a Father spare Witness his Tears which at the News appear'd And looks more Pale than his whose Death he heard Witness his trembling Limbs the words he spoke When thus at last his troubled Silence broke O Absalom my Son my Dearest Son My Son my Son O Dearest Absalon Why was thy blooming Age like Flowers made To Spring so Beautiful so soon to Fade As scar'd by Death thy Lilly-white is fled Thy Rosy Crimson turns to Fading-Red Thy Hair which so beguil'd the Female Kind Has Thee deceiv'd The Curled Fetters bind My Living Image to the Royal Oak Unable to Resist or ward the Stroke The Shafts that pierce thy Body wound my Soul My Grief begins where thine has reach'd the Goal If Joab would a real Kindness shew He 'd slay the Father as the Son he slew What is my Kingdom Life and Victory 'T is all but Loss when gain'd by loosing Thee For thee I wish thy Destiny my Own For thee my worst my best beloved Son Oh might I but Capitulate with Death Might I but reinfuse thy absent Breath I 'de think no Ransome for thy Life too dear I 'de be thy Slave if thou could'st Domineer Let Fate henceforth the Edge of Battle turn Let Israel rejoyce let Judah mourn I would resign my Laurel to thy Brow Wishing thou wert the same that I am now Depos'd I 'de Triumph in my low Degree And think my Chain a badge of Liberty Vain is my Wish I here am left alone My Life for ever and thy End to moan Some hidden Rancour lurkt in Joab's Breast The late Affront was not as yet supprest Thus being over-sway'd by some Disgust He mindful of Revenge forgets his Trust But I 'le forget Revenge Base Joab know I spare the Life which you to Vengeance owe. You Kill'd a Rebel yet at my Command You from a Rebel should withdraw your Hand The Guilt you punisht then return'd on you By Disobedience you a Rebel grew Think not they cannot Err who Conquest bring Conquest destroying the Victorious King A Traytor could but do as you have done You stab'd my Person when you slew my Son If other Sorrows Time allays the smart But this is too far rooted in my Heart The only Balm to heal this Malady Is the Dark entrance of Eternity Till then Farewel my Son my Dearest Son Farewel till then my Dearest Absalon Thus he continued till of Means bereft He left not speaking but of Speech was left Sighs for a time express'd his doleful Cares And then Ensu'd an Epilogue of Tears Unhappy David who Success Iaments And where Repentance is a Crime Repents Instead of Thanks to Heav'n for Ills remov'd He grieves that Prayers so effectual prov'd As to remove them Were it not too late He 'd seek his Own and not his Foes Defeat No Mimick Phrensy no disguised Wit Its Power shews to feign the want of it In seeing David now Men truly see What before Achish he but seem'd to be FINIS The TABLE A Dialogue between Apollo and Daphne pag. 1 Caphalus 's Lamentation for his Wife Procris being ignorantly slain by him as he was Hunting of Wild Beasts pag. 5 Amor Fugitivus or The fled Love Paraphras'd out of Moschus Idyllium the First pag. 7 Vpon a Bee Entomb'd in Amber pag. 9 On a Beggar Insulting over a Rich-Man's Grave pag. 18 On the Excellent translation of the First Book of Virgis's-Aeneis By Mr. Thomas Fletcher Fellow of New-College pag. 20 Lent 's Meditation pag. 22 The Resurrection of Christ pag. 38 To the late Bishop of Bath and Wells on his Departure from that See pag. 40 Vpon the Monthly Fast pag. 42 The Final Dissolution pag. 45 The New-Jerusalem pag. 48 A Lamentation for Moses pag. 52 Jonathan 's Complaint against Saul Occasion'd by his Enjoyning an Vnseasonable Fast pag. 54 A Dialogue between Dives and Lazarus pag. 56 Orpheus 's Complaint pag. 58 The Day of Pentecost pag. 59 A Copy of Verses Entituled In Libellum Clarissimi Viri Thomae Hobbii De Natura Hominis And Compos'd by Rad. Bathurst M. D. Made English pag. 62 The Seventh Elegy of the Second Book of Tibullus pag. 65 On the Death of the late Renown'd Learn'd and Honourable Mr. Robert Boyle pag. 69 On the Death of Almiral Carter pag. 72 Love Reigns Every-where pag. 76 On the Barbarous Execution of Dr. William Land sometime Lord Arch-Bishop of Canterbury pag. 80 On the Power of Musick pag. 83 Troas Act the First Where Hecuba complains of her Misfortunes pag. 87 Vpon the unseasonable Heat and Drought in April An. Dom. 1694. pag. 90 A Speech of Scaeva who Commanded under Caesar c. pag. 96 On the Death of a Skilful but Vnhappy Organist pag. 97 Martial Book I. Epig. 9. The Poet asserts That Honour to be truly Valuable which is Consistent with Life pag. 99 Epig. 14. The words of a Dying Wife to her Husband pag. 100 Epig. 22. On Porsenna and Mucius Scaevola Ib. Epig. 26. To Faustinus a Modest Writer pag. 101 Epig. 34. On a Deceitful Mourner Ib. Epig. 37. To Lucanus and Tullus c. 102 Book IV. Epig. 16. On a Boy Kill'd c. Ib. Epig. 44. A Description of the Mountain Vesuvius pag. 103 Epig. 68. On Varus derided for his Poor Entertainment pag. 104 Book V. Epig. 7. To Vulcan that he would spare Rome having already suffer'd by Fire Ib. Epig. 75. On Pompey and his Sons pag. 105 Book VI. Epig. 28. An Epitaph Ib. Book VII Epig 4. To Caesar c. pag. 106 Epig. 21. A Petition to the Morning Star c. pag. 107 Epig. 36. On Domitian 's stately Building pag. 108 Epig. 54. To Caesar pag. 109 Epig. 59. On a Thief who had lost one of his Eyes Ib. Martial Lib. Spec. Epig. 13. pag. 110 Martial Lib. Spec. Epig. 25. pag. 111 David 's unreasonable Grief for the Death of Absalom Ib.
guiltless Life to save Mine Eyes are opened but to see my Grave Yet I 'le be Dutiful tho' sure of Death And beg his Pardon with my Dying Breath Forgive what never was a Fault in me Nor in it self made such by your Decree Think me not Faulty but your self Severe Can Hands be Guilty when the Heart is clear Yet grant they could sure tears yâ— Heart might move A captiv'd Victor and a filial Love O more than Stoney If like Stones you were You 'd be dissolv'd as they by Water are When I the joyful Laurel should receive Can you in Justice mournful Cypress give You Swore you say but yet you rashly Swore Warn'd by one rash Act rashly Act no more Some hidden Impulse pushes on my Fate You with false Colours varnish o're your Hate Conscience will check you if my Life you spare But did not check you when you threw your Spear Why did my Guardian-Angel ward the Blow And save my Life to need a Second throw Ye Men of Gibeah our dear Gibeah say Will ye Relentless see me Die to day To save the Wicked once your Arms you lent Redeem that Crime and save the Innocent Shall Saul deal worse with me than with his Foe He would not serve his Conquer'd Agag so Admire the Miracle by Sampson done Extracting Honey from a Lion's bone Admire and grieve for Saul of whom 't is said Lo One whom Honey has a Lion made A DIALOGUE between DIVES and LAZARUS WHy do I in those gloomy Regions see Dives his Grandeur stoop to Slavery Div. The cause of this my Station would you know The weight of Riches press me down so low Laz. Thrice happy by my Poverty am I The want of these has made me soar so high D. But how came you so well to know me here Neither are you nor I what once we were L. Whether you are the same you best can tell I see you wear your Purple still in Hell D. 'T is true indeed but not more true than strange I would my Purple for thy Rags exchange Thus Pharaoh Gorgeously array'd like me Drunk his last deadly Potion in that Sea Whose red-curl'd Waves that were a Wall before Fresh dy'd his Garments with their Crimson gore While he and his Retinue downward pass Unknown Companions to the Finny race Hard-hearted both both Rich we both expire In Blushing Tides but mine are Tides of Fire Where Doom'd to wretched Immortality I 'me ever Dying yet must never Dye Joy as Immortal do's thy Grief repay Each putrid Scar becomes a golden Ray. Thy Visage like the new-born Sun appears Rising more Glorious from a Sea of Tears But like the Setting-sun in Flames I shine To Tears a Sea of Tears I must decline L. Your Usage answers your too cruel Mind Those who are Pitiless no Pity find D. One Drop of Water pray One drop bestow One minutes Pleasure in an endless Woe I can't obtain ev'n common Nature's due What Beggars scorn to crave I beg from you Tho' I deserve Reward not ill with ill One Crystal Drop will make me Dives still L. I cannot would not quit this Blessed State A Gulf divides us the sure Hem of Fate Left unconfin'd I scarce should thither go Sure Hell 's a grievous Place since Earth was so Then in like Terms I answer you I fear I shall be Lazarus if I 'me not here ORPHEUS 's Complaint AM I not Orpheus If I be Where is my dear Euridice Poor Soul return'd from Styx in vain No sooner Found but Lost again Is this the Prize my Musick won Thus to be Twice bereav'd of One Scarce had my Lyre its last words spoke My String unloos'd her Thread was broke But why do I of Fate complain 'T is I am Fate 't is I have slain 'T is I my dear Euridice A Second Adder am to thee Fond Love alas Too fond to bless Thy Joys are more when Thou art less My Eyes no longer could forbear Tho' they view'd Death in viewing her Eyes which as Basilisks are said T' have done with theirs have look'd her Dead At the first Glance she backward fell When I my Heaven she saw her Hell Thrice welcome now ye Thracian Crew Poets ye know are Prophets too When by your cruel Kindness I Shall glad as you to have me Die When I to Hell shall Piece-meal go Proud to enjoy my Love ev'n so While Pain from every other part Is Balm to heal my broken Heart The Day of PENTECOST GO too ye Pegaseian Streams and thou Once Sacred Mountain with thy cloven Brow My vestal Muse attends the Fiery Tongue This double-top'd Parnassus guides her Song No sooner was the grateful Season come When Jews Devoutly sing their Harvest home While for their Plenty Solemn Praise they yield And load the Altar for the Store-bouse fill'd But Gifts Divine in greater Measure given By their kind Influence tipen Men for Heaven Lo Distant Nations crowd the narrow Room Both Jews and Proselytes together come Persians and Medes and Elamites appear As many Languages as Men are there Then the Fire kindling Peter Silence broke And Man himself speaks as ne're Man yet spoke But e're Elisha heard what pleas'd his Ear A Fire and Earth-quake he must see and hear Here mighty Winds rush in with whistling Noise Here lambent Flames precede the Heavenly Voice A Voice as strange as easy to be known Differing from each yet to each Tongue its own A Glorious Voice which if at Babel heard Amidst Confusion had the Building rear'd Since for this purpose to the Church 't was given To make that Fabrick reach its Top to Heaven Behold and Wonder ye promiscuous Throng While Truth it self assumes a Double-Tongue Athens must now give Place to Galilee The Seat of Learning to Stupidity While Inspiration natural Learning more Excels than that did Ignorance before Words hover round th'Apostles Lips unsought Brought forth without the labour of a Thought Revealing they become a Mystery Making to spake with Tongues to Prophesy See how the Flame which round their Temples plays Different Effects from the same Cause betrays For that which is a Mitre sent to some To others is a Crown of Martyrdome Yet neither Javelin Cross or Club not all Those liquid Flames Rivers of burning Oyl Shall ever quench the Holy Spirit 's Zeal Whose Light the Prince of Darkness can't expel For as the Body moulders into Earth Buried in that First Womb that gave it Birth So do's the Heaven-born Soul to Heaven repair Which Fan'd by as it passeth through the Air Renews its Flame and grows a radiant Star Till large infusions of the Spirit show 'T was but his Earnest it receiv'd Below A Copy of Verses Entituled In Libellum Clarissimi Viri THOMAE HOBBII De Natura Hominis And Compos'd by Rad. Bathurst M. D. Made English THat which o're Wonder 's Riddles had prevail'd Fathom'd the Ocean and the Heaven scal'd That which both Indies had together brought Justling each other at a