Dungeon, or Beggary, decrepit Age!
Light, the prime Work of God to me is extinet,
And all her various Objects of Delight
Annulld, which might in Part my Grief have easd;
Inferiour to the vilelt now become
Of Man or Worm; the vilest here excelme,
They creep, yet see, I dark in Light expos'd
To daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong,
Within Doors, or without, ftill as a Fool,
In power of others, never in my own;
Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half.

dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of Noon,
Irrecoverably dark, totat Eclipse
Without all hope. of Day!
O first created Bean, and thou great Word,
Let there be Light, and Light was over all
Why am I thus bereav'd thy prime Decree?
The Sun to me is dark
And silent as the Moon,
When she deserts, the Night
Hid in her vacant interlunar Cave.
Since Light fo necessary is to Life,
And almost Life it self, if it be true
That Light is in the Soul,
She all in every Part; why was the Sight
To fuch a tender Ball as th' Eye confind?
So obvious and so easy to be quenchid,
And not as Feeling through all Parts diffus'd
That the might look at will through every pore,
Then had I not been thus exil'd from Light;
As in the Land of Darkness, yet in Light,
To live a Life half Dead, a living Death,
And buried; but yet nore nriserable !
My felf, my Sepulchre, a moving Grave,
Buried not yet exempt
By. Privilege of Death and Burial.

From

From worst of other Evils, Pains and Wrongs,
But niade hereby obnoxious more
To all the Miseries of Life,
Life in Captivity
Among inhuman Foes.

Milton's Sampson Agoniftes.

XCVIII.

A SONG by a Lady

YE Virgin Powers, defend my Heart
From sawcy Love, or nicer Art,
Which moft our Sex beguiles.

( 2 )
From Sighs and Vows, from awful Fears,
That do to Pity move,
From speaking

Silence, and from Tears,
Those Springs that water Love.

(3)
But if through Pallion I grow Blind,
Let Honor be my Guide;
And where frail Nature seems inclin'di
There place a Guard of Pride.

& 4 )
An Heart whose Flanres are seen, tho'pure,
Needs every Virtue's Aid ;
And the who thinks herself secure,
The sooneft is betray'd.

XCIX.

Written in the Leaves of a Fam.
Flavia the feaft and

flightest Toy
Can, with resistless Art, employ.
This Fan, in nieaner Hands, wou'd prove..
An Engine, of small force in Love.
Yet the, with graceful Air and Meen,
(Not to be told !' or fafely seen!)
Directs its wanton Motions fo,
That it wounds more than Cupid's Boro :
Gives Coolness to the matchless Dame,
To every other Breaft: a Flane.

Dr. A

C.

A SONG.

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.
Your Favour to implore,
I ask not for return of Love,
But Freedom to adore,

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.

Dryd. Virg.

CII.

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

CIH.
Ox LIGHT

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.

Thee