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Dungeon, or Beggary, decrepit Age!
dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of Noon,
From worst of other Evils, Pains and Wrongs,
Milton's Sampson Agoniftes.
A SONG by a Lady
YE Virgin Powers, defend my Heart
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Silence, and from Tears,
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Written in the Leaves of a Fam.
Airest of thy Sex, and best,
Admit my humble Tale, 'Twill ease the Torment of my Breasta. Tho' I shall ne'er prevail.
No fond Ambition ne does move.
A Description of FAME. FAME, the great Ill, from small beginnings grow,
Swift from the first, and every Moment brings New Vigour to her Flights,new Pinions to her Wings. Soon grows the Pygmy to Gigantick Size ; Her Feet in Earth, her Forehead in the Skies. Inrag'd against the Gods, revengeful Earth Produc'd her last of the Titanian Birth ; Swift in her Walk, more swift her winged haste, A monstrous Phantom, horrible and vast, As many Plumes as raise her lofty Flight; So many piercing Eyes enlarge her Sight. Millions of opening Mouths to Fanie belong, And every Mouth is furnith'd with a Tongue, And round with lift'ning Ears the flying Plague is
(hung. She fills the peaceful Universe with Crys, No Slumbers ever close her wakeful Eyes : By Day, from lofty Towers her Head she shews, And spreads thro' trenibling Clouds.disastrous News. With Court-Informiers Haunts and Royal Spies, Things done relates, not done she feigns, and min
(gles Truth with Lies, Talk is her Business, and her chief Delight To tell of Prodigies, and cause Affright.
Of F A M E.
While Fume is young, too weak to Ry away,
Envy pursues her, like some Bird of Prey : But once on Wing, then all the Dangers ceafe; Envy herself is glad to be at Peace; Gives over, weary'd with fo high a Flight, Above her reach, and scarce within her Sight. But such the Frailty is of Human Kind, Men toil for Fame, which no Man lives to find. Long-rip'ning under Ground this China lies, Fame bears no Fruit till the vain. Planter dies.
Duke of Buckingham
HAIL holy Light, Offspring of Heavh first born,
Or of th'Eternal Co-eternal Beant, May I express thee unbłam'd ? Smice God is Lights And never but in unapproached Light, Dwelt froni Eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright Effuence of bright Essence increate, Or hear'st thou rather pure Ethereal Stream, Whofe Fountain who shall tell? before the Sun, Before the Heav'ns thou wert, and at the Voice Of God as with a Mantle didst invest The rising World of Waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless Infinite.