The Works of the English Poets: Prior

When Heaven had You and gracious Anna * made,
What more exalted beauty could it add?
Having no nobler images in ftore,

It but kept up to thefe, nor could do more
Than copy well what it had fram❜d before.
If in dear Burghley's generous face we fee
Obliging truth and handfome honefty:

With all that world of charms, which foon will move
Reverence in men, and in the fair-ones love :

His every grace, his fair defcent affures,
He has his mother's beauty, she has yours:
If every Cecil's face had every charm,

That thought can fancy, or that Heaven can form ;
Their beauties all become your beauty's due,

They are all fair, because they're all like you.
If every
Ca'ndifh great and charming look ;
From you that air, from you the charms they took.
In their each limb, your image is expreft;
But on their brow firm courage stands confest;
There, their great father, by a strong increase,
Adds firength to beauty, and compleats the piece:
Thus ftill your beauty, in your fons, we view,
Wieffen feven times one great perfection drew;
Whoever fat, the picture fill is

you.

So when the parent-fun, with genial beams,
Has animated many goodly gems,

He fees himself improv'd, while every stone,
With a resembling light, reflects a fun.

Eldeft daughter of the Countefs..

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So when great Rhea many births had given,
Such as might govern earth, and people heaven;
Her glory grew diffus'd, and, fuller known,
She faw the Deity in every fon :

And to what God foe'er men altars rais'd,

Honouring the offspring, they the mother prais'd.

In fhort-liv'd charms let others place their joys.
Which fickness blasts, and certain age deftroys:
Your ftronger beauty Time can ne'er deface,
'Tis ftill renew'd, and stamp'd in all your race.

Ah! Wieffen, had thy art been fo refin❜d,
As with their beauty to have drawn their mind:
Through circling years thy labours would furvive,
And living rules to fairest virtue give,

To men unborn and ages yet to live:

'Twould ftill be wonderful, and still be new,
Against what time, or fpite, or fate, could do;
Till thine confus'd with Nature's pieces lie,
And Cavendifh's name and Cecil's honour die.

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A FABLE, from PHÆDRUS.
To the Author of the MEDLEY, 1710.

HE Fox an actor's vizard found,

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And peer'd, and felt, and turn'd it round : Then threw it in contempt away, And thus old Phædrus heard him say: “What noble part canst thou sustain, "Thou specious head without a brain ?”

CONTENTS

O F THE FIRST VOLUM E.

On Exodus iii. 14. "I am that I am," an Ode.

Confiderations on Part of the 88th Pfalm,

To Dr. Turner, Bishop of Ely, who had recom-

mended to him a Translation of Prudentius.

A Paftoral, to the Bishop of Ely,

To the Countefs of Exeter playing on the Lute.

On a Picture of Seneca dying in a Bath, by Jordain,

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Milton. By Mr. Bradbury.

To the Lady Durfley, on the fame Subject.

Το my Lord Buckhurst, very young, playing with

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To the Honourable Charles Montague, Efq. Page 46

Latin Verses on Dr. Shaw's taking a Degree.

Tranflation.

On the Taking of Namur.

Ode, in Imitation of Horace, 3 Od. îì.
Hymn to the Sun, fet by Dr. Purcell.

48
ibid.

49

ibid.

59

The Lady's Looking-glafs.

62

Love and Friendship: a Pastoral. By Mrs. Eli-
zabeth Singer, afterwards Rowe,

To the Author of the foregoing Paftoral.

To a Lady, fhe refufing to continue a Dispute
with me, and leaving me in the Argument: an
Ode.

Seeing the Duke of Ormond's Picture at Sir
Godfrey Kneller's.

Celia to Damon.

An Ode prefented to the King, on His Majefty's
Arrival in Holland, after the Queen's Death,
1695.

In Imitation of Anacreon.

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83

Ode fur la Prife de Namur par les Armes du Roi,
l'Année 1692, par Monfieur Boileau Defpreaux. 84
An English Ballad, on the Taking of Namur by
the King of Great Britain, 1695.

An Ode.

Prefented to the King at his Arrival in Holland,

after the Discovery of the Confpiracy, 1696.
The Secretary, 1696.

To Cloe weeping.

To Mr. Howard. An Ode.

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Love