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He lost his Crook, he left his Flocks,
He nourish'd endless Woe,
The Nymphs and Shepherds round him came,
The fatal Cause all kindly seck :
He sigh’d, but wou'd not speak.
And ask'd the Reason of his Woe?
She fear'd too much to know,
While I the Truth reveal?
But that you bid nie tell.
You are the cause of all my Care : Your Eyes ten thousand Dangers dart, Ten thousand Torments vex my Heart;
I love, and I despair.
And yet I pardon you, the cry'd ;
He bow'd, obey'd, and dy'd.
Awake, awake, my Lyre,
In sounds that may prevail ;
Tho' so exalted she,
And I so lowly be,
Hark, how the Strings awake,
Themselves with awful fear,
Now all thy Forces try,
Now all thy Charms apply,
To Cure, but not to Wound,
Too weak too wilt thou prove,
My Passion to remove, Pl.yfick to other lils, thou art Nourissement to Love,
in Sounds that will prevail,
All thy vain Mirth lay by,
Bid thy Strings filent lie, Sleep, Sleep again, my Lyre, and let thy Malter die..
Led by th' Almighty's Hand,
Froni out a Foreign Land,
The Sacred Army went,
And their own Rocks did represent,
Start back with fudden Fright;
The Spring amazed at the Sight,
When they ought dreadful Spy,
The mighty Sea and River by,
Or why did Jordan's Tide,
Jordan's Tide, what ailed thee?
Fly where thou wilt, Sea!
And Jordan's Current cease;
For at God's Word, when e're he please,
By the Earl of Roscommon.
Of Sacred Silence, Rest's Eternal Seat :
No Care but Love can discompose her Breast, Love, of all Cares, the fiveetest and the best. Whilst on sweet Grass hur Bleating Charge does lie, Our happy Lover feeds upon her Eye : Not one on whom, or Gods, or Men impose, But one whom Love has for this Lover chof. Under some favourite Myrtle's shady Boughs, They speak their Pasiions in repeated Vows : And whilst a Blush confeites how the burns, His faithful Heart makes as fincere Returns. Thus in the Arnis of Love and Peace they lie, And whilst they live, their Flames can never die.
A Description of Goliah's marching out of the Phi
A ND from the midst, a nionstrous Man stept out,
Aloud they shouted at each Step he took ; We, and the Earth it self, beneath him shook, Vast as the Hill, down which he march'd h’appear'd; Amaz'd all Eyes, nor was their Army fear'd. A young tall Squire (tho’then he seem'd notío) Did from the Camp, at firft, before him go.; At first he did, but scarce cou'd follow strait, Sweating beneath a Shields unruly weight, On which was wrought the Gods and Gyants fight, Rare Work! All filld with Terrour and Delight.
vaft Hill,'gainst thund'ring Baal was thrown, Trees and Beasts on't fell,burnt with Light'ning down. One flings a Mountain, and its River too Torn up with’t; that Rains back on him that threw. Some from the Main to pluck whole Islands try; The Sea boils round with Flames shot thick from Sky.