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