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
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
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
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
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
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
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.