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The Eagle's Fate and mine are one,
Which on the shaft that made hini die, Efpy'd a Feather of his own,
Wherewith he won't to soar so high.
Had Ecche with so sweet a Grace,
Narcisus's loud Complaints return'd, Not for Reflection of his Face,
But of his Voice, the Boy had burn'd.
Ode. Of Wit.
TELL me, Otell, what kind of thing is Wit,
Thou who Mafter art of it.
A thousand different Shapes it bears,
Comely in thousand Shapes appears.
In no Ware deceives us more.
Some Things do through our Judgment pass,
As through a Multiplying Glass.
A clean and Lively Brown was Afcrib's dye, Such as the prouder Colours might envy, Michal's pure Skin fhone with such taintless White, As fcatter'd the weak Rays of humane Sight. Her Lips and Cheeks a nobler Red did shew Than e'er on Fruits or Flowers Heav'ns Pencil drew. From Merab's Eyes, fierce and quick Light'nings came, From Michals, the Sun's mild, yet active Flame ; . Merab's long Hair was glossy Chesnut Brown, Tresses of palest Gold did Michal Crown. Such was their outward Form, and one might find A Difference not unlike it in the Mind. Merab with comely Majesty and State, Bore high th' Advantage of her Worth and Fate. Such humble Sweetness did soft Michal show, That none who reach'd so high, e'er stoop'd so lovo. Merab rejoyc'd in her wreck'd Lover's Pain, And fortify'd her Virtue with Disdain. The Grief she caus'd, gave gentle Michal Grief, She wilh'd her Beauties less for their Relief, Ev'n to her Captives, civil; yet the excess Of naked Virtue guarded her no less. Business and Power Merab's large Thoughts did vex, Her Wit disdain'd the Fetters of her Sex. Michal no less disdain'd Affairs and Noise, Yet did it not from Ignorance, but Choice : In brief, both Copies were more sweetly drawn ; Merab of Saul, Michal of Jonathan.
In Imitation of Martial's Epigram,
T'enjoy at once a quiet Life and Thce ;
Grows such a common Name:
'Tis not a Tale, 'tis not a Jeft,
Admir'd with Laughter at a Feaft,
With their five Gouty Feet.
Such were the Numbers which could call,
The Stones into the Theban Wall.
That shows more Cost than Art.
Several Lights will not be feen,
6. 'Tis not when two like Words make up one Noise,
Jefts for Dutch-Men, and English Boys.
Much less can that have any Place,
When Bajazet begins to Rage.
Nor upon all Things to obtrude,
And force some odd Similitude.
Yet all Things there agree.
Creatures dwel't, an Creatures that had Life
(If we compare great things with small)
Makes me forget and injure you,
Correct my Error with thy Pen;..
And if any ask me then,
The Despairing Shepherd. Alexis shun'd his Fellow-Swains,
Their Rural Sports, and Jocund Strains, (hieav'n guard us all from Cupid's Bow!)