The Arreft. I. Hither fo faft fond Paffion dost thou rove, Sure this is not the proper Sphere of Love, Contract thy Sails, left a too gufty blast Make thee from fhoar launch out too far; Weigh well this Ocean, e're thou make fuch hafte, It has a nature very fingular.. Men of the treacherous fhoar complain In other Seas, but here most Danger's in the Main. Should't thou, my Soul, indulge thy forward Love, So th' eager Hawk makes fure of's prize, Or fhould'st thou with long fearch on fomething light That might content and stay thy Mind, All good's here wing'd, and ftands prepar'd for flight, "Twill leave thee reaching out in vain, behind. Then when unconftant Fate thou it proved, Thou'lt figh, and fay with tears, I wish Ine're had loved. V. Well then ye fofter Powers that Love Command Gage Gage well your Launce, and bear a steddy hand, Or if you're fixed in your defign Deeply to wound my Heart, wound it with Love divine. To the Memory of my dear Neece, M. C. BY I. Y Tears to ease my Grief I've try'd, II. Come then, t'affwage my Pain I'll try To heights that to my Theme are due, III. Is the then dead, and can it be IV. Yet has th' of all things made me bare, But Life, nor was it kindness here to fpare. G So So when th' Almighty would t' inform Mankind He gave this Charge to the malicious Fiend; V. Yet I will live (fweet Soul) to fave VI. 'Tis juft, fince I in thee did live That thou fhould'ft Life and Fame from me receive. "Twill be Abuse the belt that I can fay. Nature that wrought thy curious frame Will find it hard to draw again the fame. In Council the Almighty fate When he did Man his Master-piece create. In making thee the wrought for Fame, As he that painted for Eternity. In her best Mould she did thee cast, But thou waft over-wrought, and made too fine to last. VIII. Thy Soul the Saint of this fair Shrine, Was pure without Alloy, and all Divine. Kind as the Angels are above The Rays thou fhott'ft were warm, as well as bright: That none could envy, and all must admire. Sickness to whofe ftrong Siege refign Pains could expel, but not untune thy Soul. As if thou mean'ft to teach how I fhould mourn for thee. X. No wonder fuch a noble mind They do but vifit, and away, 'Tis pain for them t' endure our too grofs Sphere. She must dye foon, that made fuch hafte to live. Heaven did thy lovely Prefence want, To take a Stain was too Divine, XII. The Angels too did cover thee T'advance their Love, their Bliss, their Harmony. G'2 Which Which none but thy Harmonious Soul could fing. Others when gone t' eternal rest Thou wat our Darling, and art fo above. There doft thou fit in Blifs and Light, How can I mourn, when thou doft Anthems fing? Now will I now: My tears fhall flow As once I did in mifery. And by Reflection will be Fortunate. I'll practice now, what's done above, And by thy happy ftate my own improve. The Refignation. I. Long have I view'd, long have I thought, And held with trembling hand this bitter Draught? 'Twas now just to my Lips applied, Nature |