blest Throne he sits in now Before he seiz'd he did acquire below So falls this Pharaoh's Tow'r our Ages cost I' th' dust so this Ephesian Temple's tost Whose great renowned Fame shall never dy But prove the Mirror of Eternity But oh our Fate Why did'st Dear Saint so soon Turn from our Eyes thy Morning Beams to Noon We now like Hermites live all desolate Depriv'd of thee we 've lost our happy State. Like Adam when expell'd from Paradise We rove in Desarts and can find no bliss We like Heraclitus do nought but mourn And water with our tears thy silent Urn But oh that hence we Phoenix-like could bring Out of thy ashes a new Soul to spring Whose Numen might triumph o're conquer'd Fate And all our fading Joys refuscitate But ah how vain 's our wish Death's fatal stroke When once is giv'n we never can revoke O cruel Fate Could'st thou not pitch thy Toyl For other preys Must thy black doom assail This starry Sphere Do not ten thousand ly Who fondly court their Fate yet cannot dy Than him we might a Myriad better spare Whose breath and name like bubbles in the air Might vanish and the World yet feel no wo He was our Phosphore and Palladium too His worth whole Millions did preponderate Hence he so soon was struck by envious Fate So that if any one would sphere on high Transcending all he must resolve to dy For Herriot-like Fate loves to seize the best She takes them first to mend she leaves the rest Now in what Eulogies my Muse doth faint And can't express thy worth pardon Dear Saint Pardon I beg In matters so sublime To be deficient may not seem a crime But where my Pen enough can't celebrate Let Fame's shrill Trump the rest ebuccinate An Elegie on the Death of his Grace the Duke of Ormond deceas'd July the 20th 1688. WHen Heav'n's bright Orb withdraws his ruddy Face And Nights black Scene invades the World apace How do the Persians veil their streaming Eyes And still emplore their flying God with cries So when our radiant Earthly Stars do fall Their horrid Fate lamented is by all Whose stony hearts are not enmarbl'd round And where a place for pity may be found Thus all now mourn cause the great Ormond's dead Ormond with whom now all our joys are fled Ah Tragic Scene Tears sparkle in our Eyes And with sad groans we all do sympathize The Marble melts through grief The Rocks rebound And from all Coasts most doleful shrieks resound The Court which sparkling Jewels did adorn In Sables is now drest in blacks doth mourn Whilst all the Great Ones Eyes do silent weep Which manifests their sorrow 's the more deep Nor is it e're to be compris'd in Verse How many Mourners did pursue his Herse But should we all our Tribute-tears now pay Equal to 's worth and our own loss this day The Strand would like the Thames with Water flow And ev'ry street would a deep River grow White-Hall would feed the streams with new supplies And to make Waves would vent out deep-fetcht sighs Since he from noble Veins deriv'd his Blood He by great acts his Pedigree made good If Loyalty on Earth hath now esteem It 's Magazine was situate in him No greater loss could on our State befal He was the great Palladium of all His sacred Vertue did transcend each Sphere He dwelt in Heaven when he sojourn'd here No Pride no Pomp nor praise puft up his Soul 'T was Zeal that wing'd him to the Starry Pole. Humility her Darling might him call So ready he would condescend to all If Honour then and Vertue e're in One Conjoin'd he was that Heav'nly One alone Divine Poems AND HYMNS Divine Poems AND HYMNS A Penitential Hymn 1. AWake Awake my drowsy Soul How long wilt sleep secure Shall nothing nothing thee controul Dost rest Oh! this is pure When Hell for thee doth gape her thirsty jaws And Satan threatens with his angry Paws 2. Break forth my Breast in sudden cries Prevent th' approaching woes Rouze alas rouze my slumb'ring Eyes Will ye for ever close Ah! Gush forth tears deplore those fruitless ways Wherein I foolish spent my former days 3. The dying Tree doth now revive And I forsaking Death Do now begin to seem alive And draw my wav'ring breath I 'll triumph now and drown my crimes in tears I 'll trust in God and cast off Hellish fears 4. Begon O works of darkness fly No more I 'll call you mine I now shake off sin's Lethargy And am O Lord all thine O guide me therefore in these steps to thee And grant that I thy Servant still may be A Spiritual Hymn 1. O Greatest God! O Highest Pow'r Mercy afford O mighty Lord Who dwell'st in the Coelestial Tow'r 2. The Heav'n The Earth doth thee obey Thou calm'st the Waves Thou free'st sin 's Slaves O're all things thou dost bear the sway 3. O cleanse me from Sin 's Leprosie O purge my heart And ev'ry part Let me no more sin's Vassal be 4. O wash O wash away each spot Let not one stain In me remain And all my former Crimes out blot 5. My Soul O Lord create anew And pure like thee O let it be That I thy wond'rous works may shew 6. In thee my God! I 'll put my trust I 'll serve thee still And fear none ill Let envious Satan do his worst 7. My God! My God! I 'll spread thy Fame I 'll sing always Hallelujahs And will for ever praise thy Name Penitence PUT on O Muse a penitential hue And with Castalian drops thy Face bedew That with a weeping show'r of mournful Verse I may the praise of penitence rehearse Welcome O pleasing Legacy of tears Welcome deep sighs which pierce the Heav'nly Spheres A contrite heart is Heav'n's best Sacrifice Acceptable'st in great Jehovah's Eyes The Cordial of Repentance doth revive Our Souls being dead in sin tho' seem alive The groans of Converts open Heaven's Gate And do provide for them a happy State. Thus pious David tho' had gone astray Did Heaven's wrath by 's penitence allay And as his sins were great when he rebell'd ' Gainst God so he in penitence excell'd 'T is this that doth our drossy Souls refine And makes us in pure innocence to shine No Man's own Merits can him ever save ' Less he for Christ with penitence doth crave Thou must with trembling and with careful fear O Man thy own Salvation work out here Since none alas can prove so innocent Who may not for 's repeated Crimes repent Whilst still we swell the number of our sins And ev'ry day a new addition brings The best of men in frequent errors fall And can't preserve themselves scot-free from all The tempting lures of sin But forc'd to yield Do beat it off again with Christian Shield But grant we could persist without a fault And ne're from sacred Righteousness revolt We all did in Sin 's Leprosie begin Our Lives and from
Whilst thou dost strut like th' Assi ' th' Lions skin Adorn'd without but still an Ass within He 's like the Jay drest up i' th' Peacock's Plumes Who Parents merits to himself assumes And when these trapping Toys are claim'd away He will become a scoff a naked Jay Heroick Fathers honour proves a shame To Sons when they build on their Fathers Fame And nought perform themselves whereby may seem As Rivals of their Ancestors esteem Nay more he sacrilegious doth become Who steals his Father's honour from his Tomb For from the dead he derogates their Fame Who from their Acts doth take his borrow'd name Thus Parents noble Actions and Renown We most unjustly claim and call our own If thou then wouldst true honours pitch ascend Go to thy mind t' Heroick Vertues bend On the Fire-Works LET Earth at Lightning stand amaz'd no more Nor dread a Thunderbolt when Claps do rore Since Heaven thereby its Triumphs seem'd to shew When our Great Jove for Joy did thunder too But 's sacred NVMEN brandished no Darts ' Less those of Love to penetrate our hearts So Heaven and Earth did Rivals prove in joy When flash for flash and clap for clap they 'd pay The more to celebrate the Princely Son Whom without doubt the future Age will own Heir to his Father's Vertue as his Crown But as the Royal Consorts view'd the Thames Streaming with Fire how did they gild the flames With sacred lustre How the Stars on high Receiv'd a Gloss from their bright MAJESTY Spangled all o'r our Hemisphere did grow Eclipsed Tapers glimmer'd in Heav'ns Brow Stars shon i' th Air and brighter STARS below From whose kind influence may more joys still flow And may that VIVAT REX still flame and burn Till Stars do melt and Fate doth dread her Urn. THE Oxford-Triumph OR The Academicks Congratulating his Grace the Duke of ORMOND their new Chancellor 1. NO more let swelling Deluges of Tears The mourning Oxford drown No more let Groans the yielding Air divide Nor Thamesis in hoarser murmurs glide ' Cause its Great Patron soar'd above our Spheres To an Immortal Crown 'T is true his Merits were so great so high That Time can ne'r confound his Memory But Oxford lo the springing Day Displays new Symptoms of thy joy 2. Look how Aurora with redoubled Light Doth Nights black Veil disperse See how the radiant Phoebus on us streams With greatest lustre his new-rising beams The Eaglets winging to th' East their direct flight Good Omens do rehearse That now no cries resounding in the Strand Fair Oxford's Columns shall triumphant stand And to their new-made Basis pay Brave Victims of their hearts this day 3. Thy Ormond Oxford left thee not alone Distracted in thy grief Thy calm Castalia may flow gently on And still the Muses sport in Helicon A second Vice Apollo gilds thy Throne That Day-Star of relief Thus Heav'n repairs thy loss Thou now can'st shew A strong Palladium and a Phosphore too Thy old Mecaenas lives in 's Heir For Merit as for Title rare 4. With how great Pomp then and with what applause With what surprizing joy Should the blest Alma Mater grace the Morn Let bright Apollo's crisps her Front adorn Let Choirs of Muses sing the joyful Cause And round Parnassus play Let all Minerva's Candidates rejoice And let a Morning Ave be their Voice That Persian-like they may adore Their rising Sun their growing Pow'r 5. Oh let the Choristers o' th' Vocal Grove Their blooming hopes salute Let 'em build stately Pyramids of praise And fame their Patron worthy of their Bays Under whose influence they may court their Love Keep Daphne in pursuit May our whole Athens boast its Halcyon days And through each Clime diffuse its splendid rays That all may now it 's happy State With Eulogies congratulate A Description of a Battel MArch on March on The Foe has seiz'd the Field And vows he 'll dy o' th' spot before he 'll yield Prepare your Arms Great Sirs th' event to try Come on Come on let 's fight for Victory Draw up the Horse the Foot-men I 'll dispose Fire brave Boys agen agen have 't our Foes The Drums do beat the Cornets rattle round And Tara-tara-tantara doth sound The Smoke like Clouds involves the heavenly Light The dismal Day can scarce be known from Night The clam'rous Shouts do shake the lofty Skies And the tumultuous noise to Heaven flies The Darts do whirl the Bullets storm like Hail The roaring Ordnances break a Foil Here drops a Hector there Achilles falls Here gasps one there another half-dead crauls The prancing Steed receives his mortal wound And falling casts his Rider to the ground Where both do wallow in the bloudy Gore And Oh! most wretchedly are trampled o'er The sparkling Swords against each other twang When Panoplia doth stave off the Bang The Spear-men dip their hastal Points in bloud The Earth is drowned in a Crimson Floud The Conqueror now sheaths his blunted Sword And to his tired Souldiers gives the Word Retreat Retreat We now have won the day Let 's haste t' our Camp without a longer stay The ground is strew'd with Corpse The lively Souls The priding Victor with his pow'r controuls This wants a Limb another wants his Head Here lies a mangled Trunk all Members fled The pious Mother weeps her Darling's Fate The loving Wife condoles her Husband's State. What stony-hearted Scythian can't bemoan These ruins under which the Earth doth groan Now stately Trophies shew the Victor's praise And 's Acts commemorate to future days Of Woman O Nature Nature too too kind and free Whilst thou would'st seem to Man and pious be Thou prov'dst unkind Thy gifts did noxious prove Thou kill'dst him under a pretence of love For lo when thou would'st first create for Man A Help-meet Woman thou did'st him trepan She only proves a sweet delightful pain At best and doth his doting heart restrain She stupifies his sense with secret Charms And under present bliss brings future harms Nay when she can a wretched Man once rule She 'll prove his Governess and him befool What mischief hath not this confounded Crew Of Women done all former times can shew Who tempted pious Adam first to fall Who Mortals did with cursed Sin enthral Who Man from Paradise did first debar Who was the only cause of ten years War When Dust and Ashes bury'd antient Troy Who did the valiant Sampson's strength betray A damn'd confounded Woman the worst of woes The cursed'st Plague that Nature could impose She yielded first to Sin and still persists Therein when she attempts what e'r she lists And runs on like a Horse without a rein That nothing can her wicked thoughts restrain She loves revenge with all her Soul and Blood Hence through Flames she 'll rush to let fly the Flood Of Passion floating in her angry Breasts To plague and pester those whom she detests She suffers no reproof and no controul But like Medea will
accounted so rare Now Phillis go to thy tyranny shew But let me abandon you too The Health 1. SO ho Aurora gay Doth call Us all To welcome in the day 2. Bright Sol begins to shine Let 's pay Him joy And Sacrifice with Wine 3. Look Yond the Nymphs do play Fill up Your Cup And drink their Healths away 4. Thus thus let it go round And we Will see That Nectar shall abound The Phoenix 1. AS when Phoebus doth tip the new day And regilds all the World with his ray So the Fair One appears When she lightens our Spheres With the new-blossom'd beams of her brow Where the treasures of nature do grow 2. As when Violets flourish i' th' Shade And to no wand'ring Eyes are betray'd So the Fair One close lies From the rapes of loose Eyes And in some am'rous Rose-Bed doth rest Whence such odours still breathe from her Breast 3. As when Heaven its Manna doth give And through mercy doth Mortals relieve So the Fair one proves kind And doth solace the mind Of poor Lovers that mourn in despair ' Cause they dare not approach one so fair 4. As when Heav'n is spangled with Stars And bright Venus her Beauty declares So the fair Ones fair Eyes Are like Stars in the Skies And do influence all our pierc'd hearts As tho' Cupid thence shot forth his Darts Thus Caelia thus Caelia is all o're divine O that Heav'n that Heav'n would make her but mine A Song by way of Dialogue between Corydon and Amyntas deploring the departure of their Caelia 1. Cor. MAlignant Stars Unhappy Fate That rules the Scenes below We now have lost our happy State And no more bliss can flow For Earth's fair Goddess Caelia's gone And we poor Swains are left alone 2. Am. She like an Eaglet soar'd on high Bore up with Angels Wings And to th' Elysium then did fly Where pleasure always springs Thus now we 've lost our Heav'n of joy Which chance before could ne're annoy 3. Chorus Her bright And lofty flight Ravish'd all our delight No more Must we adore But must for e're deplore Good Heav'ns What a black doom is this To burn in constant fire To rage in grief in flames to hiss And ne're attain desire 4. Cor. Hence must my flowing Eyes distil Whole streams of pearly tears And my sincere laments must fill With grief the gloomy Spheres With mournful Songs I 'll bathe my woes And by my sighing seek repose 5. Am. No No We 'll not exhaust our tears Till all our hopes do dy Why should we thus augment our cares Before the sum we try On fiery Wings let 's send our hearts To steal her Soul away by arts 6. Chorus Away Your plumes display Mount swift Souls mount your way One while To reconcile Our griefs bring back a smile No more then we 'll lament in vain Tho' Caelia 's ours no more But hope t' enjoy her once again And ever will implore The Command 1. AWay ye gentle sighs And pierce the liquid Skies Seek out the Fair One's Eyes There pay your Obsequies 2. She 's gone alas she 's gone And must I mourn alone With flaming Wings my heart The distant Region part 3. Into her Breast now Sphere And stamp my Image there Or make her heart to burn And so again return 4. But in thy Centre bring One am'rous smile to spring My fading joys anew And then Despair adieu 5. So ho The Heav'ns rejoice Her Guardian-Angel's Voice I hear She 's well She 's well And still doth flame her Zeal 6. Upon thy Wings then bear My Soul away to her And still Amariel prove My Advocate in love Hope choak'd with Despair 1. A Curse upon that senseless hope That swell'd my heart in vain And made me aim at that fair scope Which I can ne're attain 2. Fond Fop Art thou the Antidote Against despair and grief With vain Idaea's thou dost nought But cheat Ah poor relief 3. The Chymist knows thy fallacy When 's Fire 's expir'd in vain Thy sweet delusions flashes be That sport the damn'd in pain 4. Thus thy fond promises alive My drooping heart have born Till now no hopes I can derive But in despair I mourn On Sylvia 's Recovery 1. AS after a dark stormy Night Fair Phosphore leads the smiling Day The sable Clouds b'ing put to flight And bright the Morning of our Joy. 2. So my Dear Sylvia springs again From the fierce Onsets of dire fate For what Disease could Trophies gain Where one so firm so charming sate 3. Thus bold Disease thy toils were vain For tho' eclipsed were her Eyes She rose more glorious from her pain And doth thy conquer'd pow'r despise 4. Ah Sylvia still fair Beauty's bloom Still guarded round with silent charms Quickly bore up with Angels come To bless thy longing Damon's Arms. An Elegy upon the Death of the hopeful Mr William Rose deceas'd in the fourteenth year of his Age. 1. WHat makes our dull Minerva silent weep As tho' she sought by tears relief What makes us all in sorrow seem asleep Alas astonished with grief The flinty Rock its trembling drops distills And Marble Walls do sympathize our ills The pious Muses mourn and o' th' Castalian shore With shrill and doleful Naenia's their loss deplore 2. Apollo plays upon his Barbiton And on his Lyre no more will toy For his beloved Darling's dead and gone And all the Muses only joy 'T is thee Dear Saint dost cause this mournful state Whilst Learning's Candidates lament thy fate But oh that all our tears being mingl'd with thy dust Could raise thee up our heads into thy Urn we 'd thrust 3. 'T is strange to see the Rosa Mundi fade When in its infant Bud doth smile To see black Clouds the morning beamso're spread And Night our springing Day beguile Ah Death How cou'd'st our blooming hopes destroy And blast our choice Fruit in its early day Whilst he so rare is hoary vertue promis'd fair But dy'd too soon his parts by actions to declare 4. But if he 'd liv'd how great how good he 'd been Each action had been proof so plain That ev'ry Eye would have admir'd and deem'd Him worthy and without a stain But since whilst he the Earth did thus forsake To Heav'n's blest Mansion he his flight did take Let 's stop the Current of our tears and place our Verse As a true Monument upon his sable Herse An Epitaph on the same ALL you whose softer hearts can vent a tear First read my Fate then weep and drop one here Where faded Youth and Vertues hopes do ly Where goodness bud is forc'd to fall and dy Where comely Beauty turns to noisom Clay Where early Zeal Death's sting could not allay His Father's Joy his Mothers sweet delight The Muses Darling and our springing light Oh cruel Fates Impartial Destinies That never had the sense to sympathize But tho' his Body's dead his Fame 's alive And more and more shall ev'ry day
survive Epitaphium in egregiam Pellicem HOc jacet in tumulo Pellex memoranda futuris Quae rapuit pectus diripuitque bona Pestiferis factis sibimet monumenta reliquit Dicere namque licet de bonitate nihil Orce tibi caveas ne Fato Fata pararet Littoribus nostris pessima pestis erat An Elegy upon the Vertuous Lady Rebekka Townsend WHat means this Tragick Scene this tyde of grief Which Heav'n condoles yet will not send relief The crackling Poles do echo forth their groans And poor fond Nature her dire fate bemoans The Sun with dismal Clouds doth veil his face As tho' he 'd find for Mourning a fit place In Night's black sables hence the glimm'ring day Involv'd repines Each Sphere in dark array Distills her show'rs of tears which calms her Breast With a fierce Hurricane of grief possest The Winds do sigh the Storms lament our woes And the whole Scene of Earth in mourning goes Sure Nature's choicest Darling now lies dead And Earth's sole Paradise to Heaven 's fled The World 's rare Phoenix ha's now taken Wing And soar'd unto the glories of th' eternal King For Heav'n's great Agent did in 's Eyes foresee That She was worthy of maturity And that as great as Heav'n the World would grow If blest Dear Saint with thy bright beams below Hence he to stop the Worlds just growing pride Took thee to his and this our Heav'n defy'd The Tagus streams wherein there flow'd the joy Of all this Earthly Globe are past away And run into the Font from whence they came Yet nought can put a period to their Fame Her merits were so great they 'l never dy But like time live to kiss Eternity Nay our own loss in her our bereft State With tears will still her worth commemorate Since when against her cruel Death did rage We lost the splendent Jewel of our Age. Ah Death so soon how could'st thou sweep away Our blooming hopes Could pity not delay Nor sighs nor tears thy fatal stroak But must Our rising Day-Star so soon set in dust Impartial Fates Faithless Mortality All hopes of never dying dead here ly Dead too and having left no branch behind Which might spring up and parallel its kind When Fate shall Nuptial Joys so swift pursue Small are the benefits which thence accrew From noble Veins she did her Blood derive And by heroick Actions whilst alive She well did answer her Original Nor did these tempting toys her pow'rs enthral But Angel-like she did the World out-brave And took pure Innocence into her Grave For Prudence she like Sheba did appear Whose Fame ha's mounted our bright Hemisphere O' th' Wings of Pegasus she oft did soar Where now she dwells to the Coelestial Tow'r The Vocal Choirs of Muses in her Breast More than i' th' sacred Helicon did rest From whence they vented Oracles of love And warbled out their charms enchanting Jove She like the Sun to all display'd her rayes From whence she built her Pyramids of praise A safe Asylum to th' opprest she gave Her Heart and Hand did still rejoice to save Poor Wretches from their doom and to supply The wants of all that did for mercy cry If then true Vertue ever dwelt on Earth 'T was here enshrined too with Beauty's worth The Universe intitl'd her the Fair Whose Charms no Cynick could unconquer'd bear But now alas she like the beauteous Rose Doth fall and fade when furious Auster blows Thus when with Ruddy Wings the Morning ray Seems proud to usher in the new-born day Then on a sudden an untimely night O'reclouds and darkens the new-blossom'd light But were Aurora's smiles but half so fair As hers the Clouds would have vouchsaf'd to spare How hard 's then Fate that summoned away Without remorse this fairest Flow'r of May To whom Posterity shall pay respects Because the best Example of her Sex. An Elegie on the Death of the Right Honourable John Lord Coventry LET Europe's Confines flow with streaming tears Let deep-fetcht sighs now pierce the sable Spheres Weep mourn deplore and let your Eyes now flow Till ye like Niobe do Marble grow The fatal influence that doth rule this day Doth summon grief commands our Eyes to pay Tears as just Tribute Nature doth assume New dismal shapes which do portend our doom Each object clad in Fates black Livery Doth Comet-like some dire event descry The Heav'n being veil'd with Clouds in mourning goes The gloomy day Nights dark resemblance shows Our Guardian-Angels flutt'ring in the air Start back as tho' they would remit their care Each dreading Fate with murm'ring sighs condoles And vents fond passion which doth shake the Poles Th' etherial crew with doleful shrieks bemoans Our horrid Fate and panting Atlas groans Poor Echo's broken Voice doth iterate Thus grief surprizes Speech O Fate O Fate Each Zone her pearly show'rs of tears distills And sympathizing doth lament our ills Our Mother Earth too a chief Mourner proves Her pious grief since Natures instinct moves But what 's the cause of these Effects What strange Chimaera's Heaven's Face and Earths thus change Our Play 's sure Tragical our Scene is sad And the Catastrophe's exceeding bad The whistling Winds with a faint whisper seem T'infuse into my Ears a just esteem Of grief they prompt that the great Coventry Conquer'd by Fates too hasty hand doth ly Alas Too true He 's dead he 's dead and gone Now all our hopes dy too so good a one We ne're shall more enjoy nought can repair The loss wherein we all this day do share What recompence would Heaven's Darlings be Since none can bear so brave a Soul as He No Hero e're can parallel his Name Whose Merits seiz'd the Pinnacles of Fame He Pharus-like i' th' azure Skies did tow'r Yet was not in the least puft up with pow'r Profound Humility was the high sum To which all his ambition e're would come The splendent Palace of our Brittish Sun From this bright Pillar it 's sole Basis shon Hence glorious rays our Coasts with light did gild And quick'ning Beams great Solaces did yield Under his Wings th' opprest a refuge found And 's Charity like Streams did still abound His only joy was to supply the wants And gratify the Pray'rs of Supplicants 'T was no State-Cushion nor a golden Ass Whose trappings made him for Heroick pass But was a mighty Column of our State Whose sacred Vertues did themselves dilate The gilded blandishments of Court which Souls Clog'd with this drossy World too much controuls His noble mind as Trifles did neglect Such Pamphlets Souls so great do still reject His Sails were ne're swel'd up with flattery But he 'd discern such Plots with a quick Eye His justice would allow no undue praise His Merits only shou'd his Trophies raise Heav'n him too good to live on Earth did count Hence he like Bird of Paradise did mount Maeand'ring to the Mansion up on high Which Heav'n provided for 's integrity Just Heav'n For the