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
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
Moses's Law more fully did repeat But not so much Abolish as Compleat Whilst this bright Sun with healing Wings doth rise The Vale is rent the Cloud of Darkness flies Here are no mighty Thundrings as of Old When these same Precepts were to Moses told When from Mount Sinai great Jehovah speake And made fix'd Hills with reverend Horrour quake No harsh loud Clamours grate the Peoples Ears Th' Almighty here in still small Voice appears From Olivet to Tabor he removes One Mountain left he to another goes Lo Hor Lo Carmel Pisgah Horeb where Aaron Elisha Moses God appear Thus Hills by God and God-like Men are sought Which high the Body higher raise the Thought Where we behold with Contemplation's Eye And view more clearly Heaven by being nigh Here he was straight o'reshadow'd with a Cloud Here with him Moses here Elias stood He Glorious now as once from God he came The Dazling now as in his Chariot's Flame While thus the Harbinger of Christ was known Not in John Baptist's Person but his own Let 's then like Peter while we stand and gaze This humble Temple to their Honour raise But Oh! can this that radiant Sight repay Sure sure like him I know not what I say What sudden Change Lo straight the same I see Descended hence Ascending Calvary There Glory ends in shame The People's Cry Is from Hosanna turn'd to Crucify There 's no Attendants his Companions there For Two bright Saints two Malefactors were The Purple Robe which others might Adorn As Badge of Reverence here 's a Badge of Scorn The King of Jews a Wooden Head-piece wore A Reed instead of Golden Scepter bore Not him the Crown but He the Crown Adorns The Deity again in Bush of Thorns When he a Sacrifice for Sin was made The only Son again on Wood was laid By which Reed Crown and Cross is understood He paid for Sin proceeding first from Wood. Who can relate this Love of God who can Rather forsake himself than Sinful Man Rather than Man Eternally should Dye Death once for All seiz'd ev'n Eternity Who can express the Sorrow he did shew Exchang'd from greatest Bliss to greatest Woe Full exquisite that Torture must appear When besides Cross sharp Nails and sharper Spear To fill the Cup increase the bitter Draught Myrrh Hyssop Gall and Vinegar are brought My God why hast forsaken me that Cry Made Heaven and Earth have Fellow-sympathy Black Clouds of Night in Mourning clad the Sky Bewailing its departed Deity The Earth she moves each lofty Mountain shakes The Universe with trembling Palsey quakes The Rocky Heaps disperse themselves about And while Man ceaseth Stones themselves cry out The Temple quite throughout is rent in twain The Body suffers when the Head 's in Pain And now let 's Trace him to the Shades below This setting Sun under the Earth must go Where once again we may repeated see Not long since Earth's long since Heaven's Victory Where once for All the Son of Man shall quell Hell's Bloody Tyrant conquer'd ev'n in Hell Here pause a while here mute and silent gaze I know so much I know not what to Praise He whom the Heaven of Heavens could not contain Does in a low and narrow Tomb remain That we no longer Dead in Sin might ly That we might Live the Living God must Dye The Ever-Blessed is a Curse become To expiate our ever-cursed Doom In our behalf he Sorrow underwent And was to Hell as well as Heaven sent Not there for us new Mansions to prepare But destroy those prepar'd already there Ascend once more the Top of Calvary Thy Blessed Saviour there Expiring see There the mixt Rabble wagg their Heads in vain To addle their before unsettled Brain Ah! Thou the Temple that destroy'st they Cry Speaking the Truth by way of Irony Recover thy almost exhausted Breath And Save thy self who Savest all from Death The cruel Souldiers as may well declare The parted Raiment and the Bloody Spear At once his Body and his Garment tear Here two Extreams together met I see The Pride of Man and God's Humility Lo him Revil'd by Man whom did before Angels by some Ador'd themselves Adore Lo Him from thence to Heart of Earth convey'd In whom true Hearts as he in her's are laid That without Sin we born in Sin might dye He that without Sin liv'd for Sin does Buried lye Shall we indulge in Riot Lust and Pride And live in that for which our Saviour Dy'd Shall we too much in comely Dresses trust While he lies void of Beauty Cloath'd with Dust Is this a Season sit for Feasting grown Fasting is proper when the Bridegroom 's gone They who refuse to Crucify the Flesh Oft Crucify the Son of God afresh Their sav'ry Meat does bitter Gall appear Their Wine his Vinegar their Knife his Spear Thrice happy they who can from Meats abstain And share a little in their Saviour's Pain That Pain is Pleasure and these Losses Gain Thrice happy they who do what Mary did Affording Spring and Towel from her Head She before Death his Funeral prepares Anoints with Oyntment and Embalms with Tears Whilst that their Grief more proper will appear If after Death they in his Burial share Thus whilst with her they Weep Lament and Howl To wash his Corps they cleanse their filthy Soul May we our Master's Pattern thus maintain This Cup the Sons of Zebedee must drain With him thus Suffer e're with him we Reign T will add some Lustre to that Glorious Day To have had Tears that must be * Rev. 1 17. wip'd away Then Spring 's Green Mantle covers Paradise When from our †Gen. 2.6 Earthy part these watry Mists arise The RESURRECTION of CHRIST INvoke thy Saviour Dead and Torpid Muse That his new Life in thee may Life infuse Run to the Sepulchre in hast to view Out-run both Peter and the Other too How does his Grave unlike it self appear Spirits instead of Flesh inhabit there His Winding-sheet is all you there can find Elijah thus his Mantle left behind An Angel roll'd away the heavy Stone And sate himself in Triumph thereupon The moving which its Greatness serv'd to prove Since moving it made Earth's vast Fabrick move Hither Enquirers early Journies make From hence the Angel to Enquirers spake He who just now lay Bury'd in this Cell Unseal'd this Stone but faster seal'd up Hell What Abram represented God hath done He took the Knife and would have slain his Son And when by Works he thought his Faith to show That Friend of God was to himself a Foe There 's no Reluctance no Paternal care Both Great so great as to discover Fear And had not God with-held the fatal Stroake Making his Angel his Command revoke You then had Isaac a Burnt-offering seen A Death as wondrous as his Birth had been But though God thus refus'd his Son to spare He has not left us wholly in Despair Obtaining Conquest o're the Conquering Grave More mighty by
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
his own Ear or Eye From Beauty or from Harmony For comely Features as we view Pierce deeper than his Arrows do And Musick-strings as fatal grow As those wherewith he bends his Bow The Fowls perceive his Tyranny Who shoots more swift than they can fly The little Flocks become his Prize By Love a Burning Sacrifice All undergo the Victims doom Who tho' they die not they consume And in short Pantings pine away Less greivous are Death's Pangs than they The vaster Herd have this desire Living like Brazen-Bulls breath Fire No Infect from this Plague is free Love naught 's too great too small for Thee Nor dost to Land confine thy stay Thou too dost Neptune's Trident sway For thy Amphibious Deity Plungeth it self into the Sea Through frothy Waves its Power it shows The Son dives where the Mother rose There Sea-Nymphs Fishes there in scorn Of all the mighty Ocean burn No longer watry Tides admire Feeling within them Tides of Fire Nor does he only Reign below The Gods to him Obeisance owe. Vulcan and 's Servant Polypheme Proof against Aetna's hottest Flame Can't sustain his by which they prove That Fire it self Burns less than Love Ev'n Mars his Armour is not found Secure enough against this Wound Who bound by Mulciber remains A Captive Lover fit for Chains Phoebus whose glorious Rays bestow Both Light and Warmth to all below Altho' he burns not with the same He burns with Love's much fiercer Flame Ev'n Jove such Feats can Cupid do Submits his Thunder to his Bow And bowing towards Acrisiu's Tower Pays him a Tributary Shower Nay that he may his Duty shew He leaves his Heaven his God-head too He 's Bull or Swan what not to prove Jove rules the World and Cupid Jove Thus all things are within his Sphere His Royal-seat is every where While all Below and all Above Become one Empire Rul'd by Love On the Barbarous Execution of Dr. WILLIAM LAUD sometime Lord Arch-Bishop of Canterbury IT was the time when Days pass'd dimnly on Not to be measur'd by the gazing Sun Who drew a Cloudy Curtain o're his Head While Crown and Mitre were to Scaffold led Heaven cleft with Lightning cast a ghastly Look And claps of Thunder our Distractions spoke Clouds gush'd out drops for those our Martyrs shed More numerous less precious than the Red When the best Argument for being Good Was to seek Canaan through Red Sea of Blood Lambeth perhaps had never spent a Tear Had no Arch-Bishop built his Pallace there The Pious LAVD must impious Rage appease Because Vnblemish'd He 's a Sacrifice For Crimes unknown he was by those Arraign'd Who merited the Death for him design'd And were their inward dark Recesses seen Bradshaw the Pris'ner LAVD the Judge had been Undaunted LAVD knew no Assaults of Fear Those are the Fearful who the Guilty are His quiet Conscience still possesses Rest As being still with Innocence possest The Waves may roar the threatning Billows swell Wild Rage may fathom the Abyss of Hell Yet he whom present Death removes to Bliss Laughs at their Frowns whose wish conspires with his His stedfast Soul was resolutely Good Then most Couragious when by most withstood And after all that Malice could afford The Arm of Flesh was weaker than the Spirit 's Sword For 't is to him true Valour does belong Who Dies sustaining not redressing Wrong Down on the Block his sacred Head he lay Praying for those who scarce would let him pray And kneeling there perhaps was Curs'd by them Who had crav'd Blessings on their Knees from him The factious Rout that wicked Hand applaud Which with one stroke Beheads the Church and Laud. But Angels look and tremble at his Doom Tremble and Look yet wish his Soul were come As they descend the welcome Prize to bear They stay themselves upon more solid Air And while Just Men the Pride of England Mourn Increase their Company as they Return Thus Dy'd the Pious the Couragious Saint Chief of the Church the Church that 's Militant Why does his Day his fatal Day appear As undistinguish'd from the vulgar Year Let Heaven regard what Time has made unknown And when we lost our Glory hide its own Let gloomy Shades our base Neglect betray And by Concealing thus Reveal the Day A day as Black as was his Judges Crime Black as the Crime they falsly laid on him On the Power of Musick WHat Muse tho' Songstress can reveal The Charms that in blest Musick dwell First to Great WILLIAM's Camp repair And view its Magick Power there Trumpets the Souldier's strength renew These are the Arms that most subdue These animate the Meek the Tame These blow the Dead Coals into Flame These cure a Wound these heal a Scar These breath the very Soul of War Let Joshua speak in Trumpets sound The Walls obey and Tumble down Go to a Feast or Funeral Musick adapts it self to all This does the drooping Spirit chear This is the Language of Despair This raises Laughter draws a Tear Are you in peril on the Main Let but Arion's Harp complain The Dolphins to your Rescue hast And by their Aid you are Releast What Man need dread the Shades below Did he with this Companion go Theseus for want of this remains And there heholds his Friend in Chains Assistance brought from Harmony Had made Pritithous as free As once it made Euridice The place no Groans no Howling fills This Noise all other Noises stills The wretched Ghosts attentive are And Snakes unfold themselves to hear Fiends to Good Nature it beguiles Cerberus fawns each Fury smiles Credit Pythagoras his Ear Soft Musick tunes the Studded Sphere Ravish'd with which the Planets rove And fix'd Stars falsly call'd so move Such is its Vertue so sublime They dance while Sun and Moon keep Time Thus things Inanimate obey And shall Man less be mov'd than they Shall Wood upbraid us or shall Stone Both by Harmonious Artists drawn Sure that which could a Passion make Should Passions Lull'd asleep awake Our very Heart-strings ought to sute And tremble with the stringed Lute Those whom Broad ways to Heaven lead While they through stately Temples tread By the sweet Symphony that 's there Do make of One an Hymn and Pray'r Such Solemn Pleasure is confer'd That Duty seems its own Reward But Musick tho' a present Bliss Of future an Idea is When we at Things above us guess And what 's unspeakable Express We say the Heav'ns with Anthems Ring And Angels Hallelujahs sing Tho' Golden Cherubims were made Like Solomon's with Wings display'd Tho' Objects pleasing most the sight Were all improv'd to th' utmost height This would more clearly Heav'n descry This sets the Ear above the Eye But Verse alone can never shew The praise to Musick 's Power due Joyn'd in Apollo both we see The God of It and Poetry You that can imitate the God And tread the Path that he has trod Add merry Harp and mournful Flute Take well-strung Violin and
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