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This is the first whose language sues

For your release from waxen bands;
Laden with bumble love it bows
To kiss a welcome from your bands;

Accept the duty, which it brings,
And pardon its delaying wings.

2. The Sun in Eclipse.To Horatio. Dear H.

THE first thought which I glanced upon after I had set pen to paper, was the approach of the solar eclipse, and it impressed me with such force, that I was constrained to spend a few lines to dress up a sudden thought on that subject, in the strain which we learnt not many years ago among the heathen poets.

Now, now 'tis just at hand-
Now the bright sun leaves his meridian stage,
Rolls down the bill, and meets bis sister's

rage ;
Her gloomy wheels full at his chariot run,
And join fierce combat with her brother sun.
The gentle monarch of the azure plain
Still paints and silvers her rebellious wain,
And shoots his wonted fires, but shoots his fires in vain.
Th' ungrateful planet does as fast requite
Th'o'erflowing measures of her borrow'd light
With an impetuous deluge of her resistless night.
His flaming coursers toss their raging heads,
And beave and grapple with the stubborn shades;
Their eyeballs flash, their brazen bellows puff,
And belch ethereal fire to keep the darkness off ;
In vain their brazen lungs, in vain their eyes,
Night spreads her banners o'er the wond'ring skies.

Say, peaceful muse, what fury did excite
The kindred stars to this prodigious fight?
Are these the rules of nature? Will the skjes
Let such dark scenes of dreadful battle rise ?
What dire events hang threat'ning o'er the earth?
What plagues, what wars, just bursting into birth ?
Now for teeming glebe the ploughman fears,
Lest it should yield

a crop of iron spears ;
Shepherds see death spread o'er the fleecy downs ;
Monarchs grow pale and tremble for their crowns :
Vain dreams of mortal weakness!

Awake, philosophy, with radiant eye,
Who searcheth all that's deep, and all that's high :
Awake, survey the spheres, explain the laws
Of heav'n, and bring to light the eternal cause.
Of present darkness, fc.

Southampton, June 1695.
3. In a Letter to Marinda, speaking concerning our

blessed Saviour'.
LET your immortal thoughts arise,
Survey him crowo'd with every grace,

Jesus, the wonder of the skies,
The great, the meek, the lovely and the wise,
The joy and glory of the place.

Here angels fix their gazing sight,

Here saints, releas'd from earth and sin,
Dwell on his face divinely bright,
Copy his beauties with intense delight,

And with advancing lustre sbine.

LXVI.-The inscriptions on several small French Pictures,

translated. Angelica singing.

Iris suckling three Lap-Dogs. What, music and devotion too? Food foolish woman ! while you nurse

This is the business angels do: Those puppies at your breast, When hearts, and hymns, and voices Your name and credit fares the worse join,

For every drop they taste. It makes the pleasant work divine Iris, for shame, those brutes remove.

And better learn to place your love. Chloris stringing of Pearls, Virtue and truth io heart and head,

Pomona the Markel-Maid. Which teach you how to act and speak, Virtue adorns her soul within, Are brighter pearls than those you

Her homely garb is ever clean ; thread,

Such innocence, disdaining art,
Chloris, to tie about your neck,

Gives love an honourable dart,
Phyllis playing with a Parro'.

LXVII. Inscriptions on Dials.
If women will not be inclin'd
To seek th' improvements of the mind, Written on a Sun-dial in a Circle,
Believe me, Phyllis, for 'tis true,

“ Sic petit oceanum Phæbus, sic vita Parrots will talk as well as you.


“ Dum sensim tacita volvitur hoClaudina the Cook Maid.

ra rota ; The cook, who in her humble post " Secula sic fugient, sic lux, sic urnProvides the family with food,

bra, theatrum Excels those empty dames that boast “ Donec stelligerum clauserit upa Of charms and lovers, birth and


Afterwards turned into English.
Florella singing to her larp.

Thus steal the silent hours away, Florella sings and plays so well,

The sun thus hastes to reach the sea, Which she doth best is hard to tell;

And men to mingle with their clay.

Thus light and shade divide the year ; But 'tis a poor account to say, All she can do is sing and play.

Tbus, till the last great day appear,

And shut the starry theatre.
Amaryllis spinning.

O what a pretty spinner's here!
How sweet her looks ! how neat her So slide the hours, so wears the day

These moments ineasure life away, linen!

With all its trains of hope and fear, If love and youth came both to see

Till shifting scenes of shade and light her, Youth wou'd at once set love a spin- Rise to eternal day, or sink in endless


Where all is joy or all despair.
Dorinda sewing.

On a Ceiling-Dial, usually called a Spot
We stand expos'd to every sin

Dinl, malle at the Western Windows u! While idle, and withont employ;

But business holds our passions in,

Litttle sun upon thic.ceiling,
And keeps out all unlawful joy. Ever moving, ever stealing


Moments, minutes, hours away; Seize the moments while they stay ; May no shade forbid thy shining,

Seize and use them, While the heav'nly sun declining,

Lest you lose them, Calls us to improve the day.

And lament the wasted day. | Another for a Spol-Dial. Shining spot, but ever sliding !

Other Mottos on Dials. Brightest bours have no abiding:

" Festinat suprema. Use the golden moments well: Life is wasting,

“ Proxima non nostra est. Death is hasting;

“ Vehimur properantibus horis Death consigns to leav'n or hell.

“ Ad cælum aut erebum.

" Sic imus ad atria lucis

Autumbras erebi.
See the little day-star moving;
Life and time are worth improving,

LXVIII.- Inscriptions on Portraits.
The Lines under Dr. Oweu's Picture, written by himself.
“ UMBRA refert fragiles dederint quas cnra dolorque

“Reliquias, studis assiduusque labor.
“ Mentem humilem sacri servantem Jimina veri
“Votis supplicibus qui dedit, ille videt.”

Englished thus.
Behold the shade, the frail remains
Of sickness, cares, and studious pains ;
The mind in humble posture waits
At sacred truth's celestial gates,
And keeps those bounds with holy fear.
Wbile he who gave it, sees it there.
Parious Mottos for an Efigy.

6 DO tibi terra quod umbra refert: satis exhibet umbra

“Quod modò pulvis erat, quod cito pulvis erit.
“ Mens donata Deo cupit immortali, cælum

Suspicit, æthereis associanda choris.
" Monstrat iter mihi sola fides : Amor adjicit alas :

Surgo: : levatricem, gratia, tende manum.
“Nox, error, dolor, ira, metus, caro, munde, valete:
· Lux, via, vita, salus, omnia CHRISTUS erit.

“ In Christo mea vita latet : mea gloria Christus :
“ Hunc lingua, hunc calamus celebrat, nec imago tacebit.

In uno Jesu omnia.




Τα ανω ζητουμεν

'Αληθευοντες εν αγαπά. Seeking the things above, And speaking truth and love.


" Est mihi Christus vivere, & lucrum mori.

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ทะ. Κερδος εμοι το θανεν. .

“ Sic levis umbra virum, vir Paulum, Paulus Jesum.

“Sequitur, non assequitur.

LXIX.- Epigrams.
1. In mirum maris meridionalis thesauri incrementum, Anno 1720.

“ EXORTA e medio jam fortiter aura popello
“ Spirat in Australes fructus: Argentea spuma
“ Tollitur in montes ; (mirandum) atque aurea regna
“ Exurgunt ponto. Circumfremit unque turba
“ Mercantum, in cælum aspiraps: Summa æquora nautæ
“ Certatim scandunt, & se mirantur in astris :
“ Quisque sibi diadema facit, nam plurimus extat
“ Crosus, At infidos, O qui sapis, effuge fluctus,
“ Nec tumidæ, credas (licei auro splendeat) undæ,
“Ne repetas miserum per mille pericla profundum,
« Rex brevis. Heu! simulac subsiderit aura popelli.
“ Unda jacet ; montes pereunt; evanida regna ;

“ Nil suberit spumæ nisi fortè marina * vorago.”
2. On the wondrous Rise of the South-sea Stock, 1720.

'Tis said the citizens have sold
Faith, truth and trade, for fouth-sea gold:
'Tis false ; for those that know can swear

“ All is not gold that glisters there.” 3. Inscribendum maris Meridionalis Gazophylacio, sive officina.

“ QUISQUIS es, hic intra, cui crescere nummulus ardet,
“ Cuive crumena gravis nimis est: Hic gaza paratur
“ Ampla magis, sed onustra minus; centena talenta
s Australi videas citò ter triplicata sub undà ;
“ Quod gravitatis abest numerum supplere videbis,
" Hic bullie, fumus, rumor, spes, lana caprina,
“ Nix æstiva, umbre, phantasmata, somnia, venti.
“ Prædia in Utopicis regionibus, aurea spuma,
“ Aeriæq; arces venduntur, emuntur in horas.

Vel si brevior inscriptio magis arridit :

“Non omne quod hic micat aurum est. April 6, 1720. 4. Sabina and her Companions travelling together to see fine

Buildings and Gardens.
WHILE round the gardens and the groves

Your foot, your eye, your fancy roves,
With still new forms of pleasure in a warm pursuit,

Let every tree yield knowledge too,

Safer than that in Eden grew,
Where your own mother Eve found poison in the fruit.

5. The same.
Go, view the dwellings of the great,

The spacious court, the tow'ring seat,
The roofs of costly form, the fret-work and the gold ;

Mark the bight tap’stry scenes, and say,
Will these make wrinkled age delay,

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Or warm the cheek, and paint it gay;
When death spreads o'er the face ber frightful pale and cold?

6. The same.
In vain to search the verdant scenes,

The shaded walks, the flow'ry greens,
The trees of golden fruit, for what can ne'er be found :

You search for bliss where 'twill not grow;

There is no paradise below,
Since life's immortal tree is perish'd from the ground.

7. Ratio, Fides, Charitas.
“ RECTA fidem ratio juvat : alma fides rationem:
“ Sed ratio atque fides nil sine amore juvant.

" Et ratio fidei est, & amica fides rationi:
“. At nihil ambo valent si mihi desit amor.

I, An Inscription on a Monnmental Stone in Chessunt Church in Hertfordshire.

To memory of Thomas Pickard, Esq; Citizen of London, who died suddenly.
Jan. 29, A. D. 1719, Et. 50.

A SOUL prepar'd needs no delays,
The summons come, the saint obeys :
Swift was his flight, and short the road,
He clos'd bis eyes, and saw his God.
The flesh rests here till Jesus come,

And claims the treasure from the tomb. 2. On the Grave-stone of Mr. John May, a young Student in Divinity, who died

after a lingering and painful Sickness, and was buried in Chessunt Church yard, in Hertfordshire.

So sleep the saints, and cease to groan,

When sin and death bath done their worst,
Christ hath a glory like his own,

Which waits to clothe their waking dust.
3. Written for a Grave-stone of a near Relation.

IN faith she died; in dust she lies;
But faith foresees that dust shall rise
When Jesus calls, while hope assumes
Ard boasts her joy among the tombs.

Or thus.
Beneath this stone death's prisoner lies ;
The stone sball move, the prisoner rise,
When Jesus with alınighty word

Calls his dead saints to meet their Lord. 4. To the pious memory of the Reverend Mr. Samuel Harvey of

London, who died April 17, 1729. Et. 30. " He was a person of a very low stature, but of an excellent spirit, adorned with

· all the graces of a minister and a christian in a most uncommon degree. His " sickness was a slow fever ; but while th- disorder was upon bim, he ven: si cured abroad, according to a promise made some time before, and his zeal ** pxhausted all his sp rits in pious and profitable conversation with some * goinger persons who greatly valued his ministry; in a few days the distem

per prevailed beyond the power of medicine."

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