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Let vnlgar genii, four'd by sharp disdain, Scorn, then, the servile imitator's game, Piqu’d and malignant words, low war maintain, Nor humbly splendid were calt coats of fame : While ev'ry meaner art exert. her aim,
Lean not sustain'd-a weight no mus allows: O'er rival arts, to lift her question'd fame; l. Pilf'ring the faded bays from claslic brows; Let half-foul'd poets still on poets fall,
Nor creep contented in the modern way: And reach the willing world to scorn them all. A dry, dull, soft, low, languid, tirelome las! But let no muse, pre-eminent as thine,
But, strongly sacred, and sublimely warm, Of voice melodious, and of force divine,
Strike the aw'd soul, and the couch'd pasa Stung by wit’s wasps, all rights of rank forego,
charm; And rurn, and snarl, and bite, at every foe. Till the stern cynic, soft'ning at your frin, No like thy own Ulysses, make no flay;
Feels himself mou'd, and hugs the pleasing pas Shun monsters, and pursue thy streamy way. While lazy'lovers from their langoar start,
Wing'd by the muse's god to rise sublime, And gain a conqnell, though they loft a hear. Wha: has thy fame to fear from peevish rhyme ? Such wond'rous change can harmony como Shalt thou, decreed till time's own death to live, For heav'n lent nature to the poet's hand; Yet want the noblest courage---to forgive ? Gave him the pallion's boundless pow'r toe
Slander'd in vain, enjoy the spleen of foes; And, like a god, distribute jay and woc: Ler these from envy hate; from int'reft those ! Taught the tun'd nerves at each known foi Guilt, like the first, your gratitude requires, And bound obedient to the warbling Atring Since none can envy, till he first admires :
And the blood's current in compliance roll, And nature tells the last his crime is none, And the charm'd spirits ruth in tides of for Who to your int'rert but prefers his own.
Ye who feel ftrung this power that her Disgrac'd by vi&ory where we strike too low, Be your rais'd hearts with equal ardour ben And meanly furious stretch the stooping blow, Dare to praise virtue, though unpraia'd bekai Pride, that provokes revenge, niilleads it too; Lance your keen satires at oppreslive pow's: Rerurn of flander is the weak man's view : Be worth obscure by your bright genius fuggt The wise expc& it with a cold disdain ;
And gild its paleness in your sun of thought: And, while they not receive, retort the pain. Life it to notice; give it strength to more,
Should ev'n hot rashness erring javelins throw, And reach dull greatness how to know and be And strike our friendly breast, suppos'd a foe? With nerves of thought invig'rate manly thens How nobler ftill to undeceive than blame !
Nor idly sport in fancy's empty beams , And chasten insult with the blush of shame? Let no bale flatt'ry tempt your verse aftras, Nerer, ah, never shall that worth be found, Nor a light laughter a low tafte display. Which neither malice nor mistake can wound! In wit's cold fhallow's wade, for shame! De er
Thus far might ev'ry frength of heart extend; Her foundless ocean tempts you from the bar Thus far can ethic springs our tempers bend : Up her valt steeps launch with intrepid clim. Thus far the thoughts of saints or kings niay rise, And swim through ages down the stream of te And each known greatness of earth's usual fize:
Though faint, through modifh mitts and But far more tow'ring till the poet's fires !
shines, Whose breast a ray from God's own heart inspires. Oft let her sacred foarings lift your lines :
Heroes and saints rise rare--yet still they rise; Ost let your thoughts take fire at that fort & And time's full (tream each common art fupplies. From whose bright efluence inspiration case Philosophy's proud heights are hourly gain'd, Th’ Almighty God, who gave the fun to be And painting's charms, and music's force attain'd; Voic'd the great poet for his Maker's prak But when the deathless poet is to shine,
First, for his glory, form'd the world's extent; Long-lab'ring ages (well the flow design.
Then form'd a language for that glory meat At length he comes: the birth of time appears ! Hence have all tow'ry minds, sublimely fir's And heav'n smiles satisfy'd a thousand years. With in-born strength to their own hear'n ais Strange greatness this! with which compar'd, while conscious pertoess, for such heights per pricit, faint,
Safe to flight subjects pins its puny wit. lirik King, hero, and philosopher, sound faint !
Lives there a man, whose breast with be He's none of these, whom time shall poet call, Who, wrong'd by friends, forgives aod pisico be But more than either, and creates them all. Who, ftill deserving, never gaias success, Learn, poets, learn, th' importance of your Bur lives oppress'd, by thunding to apprefs! name;
Who can all grief for his own woes refrain, And, conscious of your pow'r, cxalt your aim. Yet melts in generous tears at other's pais? Soul- shaking sov'reigns of the passions, you Teach him, O muse! to with no monarch's for Hold wider cmpire than the Cæsars knew. Greater in want, chan in dominion they! (m: While clam'rous rhet'ric but suspends the mind, For, oh what diff'rence : 'twixt th' eflolz And whisp'ring morals righ, unheard, behind ; That longs for light, lett others should be bine While frail philosophy but starts designs, And him, who, wanting nothing, grasping all And revelation's light to distant thines,
Seems great himself, because all round look fo: Ardent and close the muse maintains her sway, Or does a softer subject suit your mind? And the consenting wishes make her way: Fond of the fair, and to their int'relt, kind; Ev'n pride's rath plunge, the poet's curb endures; Pity fome maid, whom modelt wishes more, Aad ev'ry pasage to the heart is yours.
Unbless'd by forcune, yet infpir'd by love;
Fair without followers, without art fincere, And from their grateful praife consent first grew, Prais'd without hope, and without conqueft dear : That he, who rais'd the arts, surpass'd them too. There let the muse the rights of beauty prove, Think, ye vain statesınen! whose' self-pointed For all are equal by the laws of love.
aims There let the muse persuade on virtue's side, Die with your dust, nor fave your bury'd names, And teach lame love to leap the bars of pride : Think on the crowds of busy cyphers loft, The pains of paflion let the muse impart,
Who once, like you, their sov'reign's (miles enAnd to soft yieldings mould the stubborn heart.
grosi'd : Are there, whosc rais'd distinction sweetly Claudily bustling filld a realm alone, [throne Thines,
And, with ftate curtains, screen'd the darken' And whom high fortune fills with high defigns? 'Twixt crowd and fubje&, stood an envy'd wall, Who greatly bleffing all o'er whom they rise, Bought, built, clear'd, clouded, and decided all : Smile on th' inferior world with friendly eyes? Yet, dead for ever, in dumb graves are laid, Or whom the love of useful arts inspires ?
And red, forgotten, with the noise they made. Or whom faith, gratitude, or friendship fires? No Richelieu's theyə-nor knew the poet's pow'rg Or whom by charity's soft glowing, warm’d ? Nor, skill'd to plant, invok'd the genial show'r ; All vice has fled from, and all virtue charm'd : Hence their dry names in happy haste decay, Ihefe, and all these, deserve the muse's ftrain; And ev'ry barren glory fades away. At once adorn, and are adorn'd again.
In peace, such themes demand the poet's fire, Shites there a captajn, form’d for war's controul, Such subjects raise th' exalted art fill higher : Born with the feeds of conquest in his saul? But, if provok'd too far, some wav'ring tate, By envy driv'n to trust his in-bred ftore,
Puth'd and insulted in perplex'd debate, And fill the lets supply'd renown'd the more? Feels her flow patience bluth-and, tir'd at length, Gainst foes and friends, at once compell’d to guard, Weighs her mean wrongs against her mighty But hardest press'd by those for whom he warr'd; strength; Victor alike, supported or betray'd,
If then with a war th'exerted genius warms, And obstinate in his oppressor's aid;
And glowing verse would rouse a realm to arms, Pointing fuperior from the heights he won, Then the joint muses animate the song, To teach iis rash supplanters what to fhun. And the whole godhead pours the found along : Disclaiming vengeance, while secure of fame, Then the big notes in tun'd excitement roll, And griev'd, not angry, at his country's shame : Bid the blood boil, and wing the wafted soul: Fearless of flattery herc, confess the great, Courage impatient burns in ev'ry breath; And to wrong'd glory lend the muse's weight. And a taught brav'ry leaps the lines of death. To crowns and fenaces hold a daring light,
These are the seasons, 0, ye muse-inspir’d! And, 'Ipite of M -'s, do a M-right. When states unwarlike may to war be fir'd; Should wit's high guardians e'er their charge | Then pow'rsul verse should long lost heroes raise, negled,
And kindle glory at the catching blaze: Nor watch her waning, nor her growth proted, Arthur's great ghok unresting and afham'd, Cold and unmov'd see tragic warmth decay, That William's brav'ry saw the brave defam'd, And epic fplendour fade, unfelt, away;
Shining, redecin'd in honour of our land, While in their place low tastes the land defame, Would smile to 'scape the knighted tort'rer's hand, Jells without words, and laughter without fame! | Then might our great third Edward's awful shade, Poets expellid the stage, supremely theirs, Hem'd with ris'n standards dreadfully display'd, And the bays with’ring round the heads of play'rs; Pale from his tomb in epic strides advance, Then shouid the mufe indignant wake the throne, And shoot cold horror through the heart of Francc. And the whole thunder of her voice be town. Wide o'er the reading world extend alarms,
O that all verse would senselefs found expel, And warn proud states to fhun Britannia's arms. And the big subject bid the numbers (well!
Or, since the muses fons in courts are known, Bui, ah, far fhore th' unfolid rinklers rife,
And pleas'd pay homage round a reigning throne, Nor foar, bue futter, in the muse's skies !
Why are they flow to sing the Saxon fanie! Shame on your jingling, ye soft sons of rhyme! From whose long lineage sov'reign Brunswick came: Tuneful consumers of your reader's time!
When their white courser, by brave Hengift born, Fancy's light dwarfs ! whose feather-footed strains Did first in Albion war's wav'd pomp adorn: Dance in wild windings through a waste of brains : While German aids thy cliffs, O Britain, scald Your's is the guilt of all, who, judging wrong, To triumph, where ev'n Rome's great help had Miftake tun'd nonsense for the poet's fong.
fail'd! Provoking dulness! what a foul has he,
To save, and give forgetful England name; Who fancies rhyme and measure poetry
To plant a race, that know not whence they came: He thinks profanely, that this gen'rous art To ler:d us language to express our fires, Stops at the ear, with power to make the heart. lu graceful railings at our German fires.
For twice nine cent'ries, why has partial fame, Thus, O) ye happy few! for glory born, O'er worthier Romans, swellid th' Auguftan name? Whose starry wreathes your country's famc adora, D'er Julius, nobler, and of mightier mind? Waste not, on vulgar themes, your breathing fire, O'er ev’u Vespasian, darling of mankind ? But tune, for gen'rous ends, your living lyre : What but the muse this lalling diff'rence made ? Teach, the mistaken world a juster rate, Plas'd posto lent the world's greac lord their aid: 'Tu court your praises, and to dread your hats,
Then, when kind heav'n inspires the vast sublime,, Then was the crisis; then fate's hand appear'd: And your verse lives, and claims the stamp of time, Then might the world be deaf, for Britain heat Hilt'ry shall die, and scarce preserve a name; Wave-worshipp'd Britain: one to all oppre'd! While poets flourish in immortal fame.
By friends deserted, and by foes inclos d; How have endanger'd balancers of state Fills the world's eye-dispels the doubter's care, Liv'd in light ign'rance of the muse's weight? Bids the bold tremble, and the backward dare : How might a guided stage men's wills prepare, High to the nations points their guardian s throne
, To brook tame peace, or wish reluctant war ! And acts, and arbitrates, and shines alone. How might the subtle scene our pasions wind! And have such fires inflam'd a patient reigo? And the watch'd arms of young sedition biud! Immortal heav'n! and must we still complain! How timely might this pow'rful art persuade! Still must we rail, and blacken, and suspe&? How make light lovelier, and illumine shade! At once curb vigilance and goad neglel? Ease starcímen's labours, animate their aims, Deep let my soul detest th' adhesive pride, Adorn their actions, and embalm their names. That changing sentiment unchanges fide:
Should W-'s self, unconscious of the muse, True to contempt of truth repents within, Provoke her vengeance, or her rev'rence lose, Yee screens conviction, and strains hard to fc In vain were votes! the could his pow'r defy, Shame on this craft to scare!--this toil mico And bid his blacken'd men'ry never die : O heart indignant, fly th' unmanly scheme ! Shade his best virtues, widen each mistake, Blush for thy past injustice-shrink no more; And his hop'd fame from unborn ages cake. But wake, and wonder, thou wert dark befor:' Or the could force unwilling praise to climb, Learn from whose hand th'onlook'd-for efica And float him, topmost, on the tide of time;
came; Bid millions bless him ages after death,
And, in the teeth of insult, found his name. And give new life in a charm'd people's breath : What though some friend thou lov't had When no skill'd antiquary finds his bust,
rower light? And his proud buildings shall be lott in dust. Truth knows no parties, and involves like light
Pardon, ye living lights ! where'er you thine, Shadows a'id names fright cowards—but the best Ye blest elect! ye prophets of the nine !
Ne er call that lightnels, which is scorn of are Pardon that I, whom fainter flames inspire, Dare to be just, 'is all tha: brav'ry means; Have thus presum'd to point your heav'nly fire : He stoops too bafely, who to fact'ry leads: To make the great more great, requires your skill; But whom pale prejudice has taught his part, I want the pow'r, nor ev'n possess the will. Born for a flave, wears fetters on his heart; While to myself I live obscurcly bless'd,
Secs undiscerning ; feels without his touch; Look round the busy world, and hug my rest; Judges too little, and decides too much. Piac'd below greatness, and above distrele,
Poets have nobler souls: fame's paths they for I pity pow's, and hold fast happiness;
They glow themselves, and teach the world a Pursue no int'rest, no mcan prospect raise,
glow. Rejed no censure, and invice no praise.
Satire's whole pow'r their own-yet praise they
choose, THE IMPARTIAL.
Ev'n of unconscious kings, who flight the muk. Are there the marks then of our promis'd shame? Proud of neglected force, each bear'a toudy Or did detraction steal the patriot's name?
mind Weak if we were, how rose we now so strong ? Open to reason is, to int'relt blind. Or whence, if pow'rful, were we scorn'd so long? Self, all unthought of, can for others think; Burn, footy Nander, burn thy blotted scroll : Swim till the state rides safe, then smile, and it Greatness is greatness, 'fpite of faction's soul. Lift ev'n the worth that hates him-love is show,
I gaze, astonish'd kingdom, o'er thy face, And, for his country's joys, exclude his own; And each weigh'd wonder to its fountain trace. This is to think like muses, act like man: Glory Aows in where infamy was spread :
This princes ought to feel and poets can. And long lost triumph lifts her tow'ring head. Ye, once misguided ! is retraction vain? Warm o'er che icy north thy influent awe Trust the brave injur’d; nor perfist to stain. Bids hoftile leagues diffolve in friendly thaw. Why should suspicion penitence outlive? Up Rhine's strong Itream Britannic thunders wind, None doubt forgiveness, but who ne'er forgive And Alpine mountains shake, and lates, behind. Heav'n has been wrong’d, yet still goes on co bles Austria's plum’deagle beak’d, and wing donce more, For lins of blindness err beneath diltrels. Sees baffled Bourbon driv'n from shore to shore. So wrong d, so pard'ning, Cart'ret heeds no foe; Sea-lhook Aufonia red with warring hosts, Bue faves-unangry at the rage below. Starts from her Adrian to her Tyrrheae coasts, Oft with these thackly quoils of twin'd intrigt Ev'n Rome's imperious mitre learns to bow, These nets for liberty, there links of league. And Spain's Chalettris is but woman now! (fear : Trite, venal cant! which envy's arts can reach,
Whence this amazing change ?--'twas late all | To censure ev'ry pow r we fail to reach. No warring god invok’d, inclin'd his car.
No gen'rous heari, misdrawn to devious beat, Tyrants combind, found freedom's rights betray'd: When truth's new lustre shines, disclaims its hex Faith fast expiring, saw the false invade,
Charm d and surpris'd, I hug my country's fame Commerce cajol'd, reluctance brib’d, rage tame: Compar'd, O heav'n with years of leogeb'nin, Eyl empire trod 09---yet uncouch'd by Thame!
Ye fons, who love her, weigh the threat’ning | Its craggy sides hold thin a sterile foil, (well
Which, promising no harvest, tempus no toil! Of Spain, France, fa&tion, calumny, and hell ! No grazing cattle crop subsistence there, Weigh with what speed, repellid from mound to Nor flow'r-fed breezes fealt the hungry air! mound.
No soft meand'ring current glides along, Subsiding danger sought her bidden bound! To court the meadows with its murm’ring fongi Hail the whice cliffs of Albion held serene, No lofty spires a wand'ring glance invite, While round her redd’ning rolls the bloody scene, Nor wind-shook woods arrest the ravish'd fight ! I hail it all;---and hail th' acknowledg'd cause; All rough and wild, it rears its rocky head, Hail the mind's reach, that gives carth's uproar Severely awful, and unlovely spread: laws!
From its cold top, soil-sweeping torrents low, afe mid surrounding menace, guards mankind; Form'd by unfruitful foods of native (now ! fuides ev'ry council, bufies ev'ry wind, (main, Sorrow fits brooding on its furrow'd face, hakes the world's fhakers, hears for land and And desolation covers all che place.
[state and binds fell cyrants, while they bite their chain. See'st thou all this, fond youth! so charm'd with : Ye muse-made Mentors ! rais'd on fancy's Such is the envy'd bliss that gilds the great. wings,
Such are the barren honours they enjoy ; o think for heroes, and to reign for kings; For such distinction, they their cares employ. Then cou'd your fons of time's feign’d births do They move our pity, while they tempt our fight more?
High above all indeed, but fruitless in their height. or ne'er true story reach'd these heights before. Fav'rites have oft, in many a troubled state,
SOLITUDE. oiz'd the king's love against the people's hate; ft the firm leader, in some patriot scheme, WELCOME cool breeze, to fan my glowing mind, as, with bold steerage, stemm’d the royal stream: Cinder'd with feverish cares and constant woe! nd sometimes too--- yet rare, too rare, that praise! Welcome soft bliss, by gracious heav'n design'd, he safe at home, abroad, have gather'd bays; The out-worn paths of ancient peace to show, ut none, till Cart'ret rose, e'er hop'd to see The road which wisdom loves to go, ne malt’ring genius grasp th' unwilling three! And ceach aspiring man true happiness to know, ince half confiding.--people all unjust--- In thy sweet fhades uninterrupted reigns, broad all discord, and at home diftrust--
Free from care-toil'd nature's strains, ropp'd on himself, like the world's weight he lay, The downy god of ease! nd through contention's impulse shap'd his way; in the innocent and life-bliss'd swains, eard the clash'd elements, despisid their brawi, Unsway'd, by low desire of worldly gains, olid on self-centsed---and inor b'd 'em all.
Their uncorrupted senfes justly please,
Nor know the penetrating curse of pains, THE LOVER'S COMPLAINT. But travel smoothly up to death, by mild and flow on the tow'ring Alps' amazing height,
degrees. "hofe cliffy tops our climbling eyes affright, On thy calm coasts no whirlwind doubts we find, nd with chill horror strike the stariled fight; No terrifying blasts to break soft Heep, there, Celinda, thou had'a chanc'd to be No self-rais'd tempefts fake man's hurry'd mind, he piny product of some teeming tree;
For question'd riches which the wild winds sweep, asteless of human pity might'r thou grow, Along the furrow'd bosom of the deep; ad forc'd to bend, when ruffling tempests And which, ev'n e'er we gain, we fear to lose. blow,
No watchsul guards in thee we need to keep, od angry at the plains that spread below.
But rest in peaceful flumbers duly find, 'n pines and oaks can bend to flones, and be Nor feel the killing cares, which great men madly Lore flexible, than thy strong hate to me!
choose. he greedy ocean, whose insatiate waves
Smoothly revolving years, Ow to devour; whose smoochelt smiles are
Unloaded with a needless weight of fears, graves;
Slide unperceiv'd and steadily away; all its monstrous forms, has none so cold,
Safe in the humble shelter of content, or does one rock, in its valt bosom, hold,
Our apprehension, easy and unbent, Eat, had it sense, such cruelty would show,
Sometimes but feldom looks abroad to know, triumph in the shipwreck'd sailor's wge :
How things about us go. thing in nature does fo fix'd remain,
Sometimes we upward deign to cast our eye, t love's soft fire can gradual entrance gain,
And view, with curious (corn, the gath'ring clouds, ed all but thee, once lov'd, will love again.
Which warring princes, plac'd for mischief high,
Supinely fit and bid against each other fly:
From coverts, where our choice our fortuno E'st thou yon mountain, so immensely high,
throuds. und whose sky-crown'd head raw tempests ty! We see all this, and hear the noise it makes ; w low'ring darkly o'er the shadow'd plain, As one well hous'd, sees the blue light'ning fly. angs the genuine seat of horror's reign! And hears the rolling thunder thake the ky;
While he, regardless where the tempest breaks, To Atrike all eyes that shall her luftre fee, Without the danger, the delight partakes; Shine out with double force, and doubly chara Thus, while on earth, our bodies happy stay,
ing bc. While here our joy-fin'd moments (wim away. So fell the royal martye, to convince Our elevated minds, above the spheres,
The wond'ring ages since, Forget their weak-built tentement of clay;
How bleft their fathers were, in such a prince ; And by the trying fire of reason, grow
Oh, wond'rous mystic, undiscover'd maze! So pure, so free, from thought-disord'ring fin,
What man can search his God's untrodden wape! That when from life on their last call they go, Hence our flow learners late are taught, lei wari, In large expanse of soul, they upwards flow,
to idolize! And rather mix with heav'n, than dwell therein. And hence our long posterity shall know,
(What heav'n thence meant to show) ON MR. COWLEY'S INTRODUCING PIN
How many curses three corn nations one DARIC VERSE.
To zeal's hot sons, who really had no eyes, SACRED soul, harmonious swan!
And pride, who saw truth plain, and feeing dari Whose sweetest notes long before death began;
despise. And the long tuneful race unwearied ran,
So, too immortal subject of my muse, Long before death began the song; and fill the The fav'rite theme me loves to choose! song improv'd,
[mov'd! So, too, the fable ignorance of that age, And fill new strings, and still new pleasure Like foils, which lustre can to diamonds give, How, mighty muse! didst thou, and thou alone, Inspir'd thy sacred muse with that jud rage, (For che gigantic task was all thy own)
Which greatly handing up to fame, Find means to draw such unexhaufted store,
Thine and thy sov'reign's rescu'd name, From springs which were so poor?
Shall ev'n thy Pindar's praise, but in the eck from fountains chok'd with blood, and made by
outlivé. duft impure. How, 'midt an iron age,
THE MIRACLE AT CANA. The dreadful and the over-aded stage, Of undistinguish'a scenes of rage,
Transated from Crasbaw. Where striving nierit, ftruck by mis'ry, fel? : WhẾN Christ, at Cana's feast, by pow's divine And all that learning then could teach, was how
Inspir'd cold water with the warmth of wine. to suffer well.
See! cry'd they, while in redd’ning tide ir gat How, in this toilfome age,
The bashful stream hath seen its God and bless Did's thou, immortal man ! when arts wcre overthrown,
ARRIA AND PÈTUS, FROM MARTIL When all the muses garden was o'ergrown,
And whole Parnassus tumbled down, WHÉn, from her breast, cha2e Arria drag'de Stand on its ruins, and ered a new one of thy own.
And faintly reach'd it her expe&ing lord; Yet, as within the all-enlighe’ning fun, Some spots our glasses find, amid the blaze;
My wound, said she, but wastes unyalu'd breast
, Too small, tho' visible, to look on long,
'Tis thine, dear Pæius, gives the sting to deat Because encircled with eye-dazzling rays; So thou, great king of fancy! led aftray By thy high unelted muse, uncurb’d and gay,
PRINCE GEORGE OF DENMARK And prancing proudly on, in wit's unmeafur'd
Since the by whom her people all live bled, Haft err'd in judgment, where thou did'ft design To forrow's reign, has giv'o her ruling bread,
Thy judgment most should shine! (vine. Grief should be loudiy heard as well as feet, But all that's human in thy verse, is lost in the di To noise his death, and mourn our widow'd quia Immortal man! thou dost too rafhly blame The friends of Anna muft not filent weep; The wasteful spirit of thy gloomy times,
Of streams, 'uis faid, the gentleft are inof deep Ev'n of that age of crimes,
But grief is passion; and where passion reigns Which gave the fate of suff'ring Charles to fame! Nature scorns decency, and breaks her chains: Short-lighted man, scarce ever aiming right, Like some fierce wind-driv'n fhow's trup Though eagle-cy'd, in mortal light,
appears; Oft thus mistakes, for chance, heav'n's well-re 'Tis but a breeze that is allay'd by tears, solv'd decree,
She does, indeed, with fighs and tears complain, And does againg it fight!
Like spring-born zephyrs
, mix'd with fprinks That which lights to fhadows are,
rain ! Or peace to war ;
But we, the cloud with thunder charg'd, hee Such was that age to thee!
And gen'ral woe speak big, to suit the virtue de Such contrarics Almighty wisdom finds,
Great as his mercy should our picy be:
Ah: who uomov'd, can yon fair furrow see? That virtue's visage, made thereby more bright, The royal Dane șhat treasure long pofseft
, May, when set oppofice to an's black night, Dear to her soul, and faithful to her breat!
ON THE DEATH OF