TO THE EARL OF CARLISLE,

Upon the Death of his Son before LUXEMBURGH.

HE's gone! and was it then by your decree,

Ye envious powers, that we should only fee This copy of your own divinity?

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Or thought ye it furpaffing human state,
To have a bleffing lasting as 't was great?
Your cruel skill you better ne'er had shown,
Since you fo foon design'd him all your own.
Such foftering favours to the damn'd are given,
When, to increase their hell, you show them heaven.
Was it too godlike, he fhould long inherit
At once his father's and his uncle's spirit?

Yet as much beauty, and as calm a breast,

As the mild dame whose teeming womb he blest.
H' had all the favours Providence could give,
Except its own prerogative to live;

Referv'd in pleasures, and in dangers bold,
Youthful in action, and in prudence old;
His humble greatness, and submissive state,
Made his life full of wonder, as his fate;
One, who, to all the heights of learning bred,
Read books and men, and practis’d what he read.
Round the wide globe scarce did the busy sun
With greater hafte and greater lustre run.
True gallantry and grandeur he defcry'd,
From the French fopperies, and German pride.
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And

And like th' industrious bee, where'er he flew,
Gather'd the fweets which on fweet bloffoms grew.
Babel's confufed fpeeches on his tongue,
With a fweet harmony and concord hung.
More countries than for Homer did conteft
Do ftrive who moft were by his presence bleft.
Nor did his wifdom damp his martial fire,
Minerva both her portions did infpire,
Ufe of the warlike bow and peaceful lyre.
So Cæfar doubly triumph'd when he wrote,
Showing like wit, as valour when he fought.

If God, as Plato taught, example takes
From his own works, and fouls by patterns makes,
Much of himself in him he did unfold,

And caft them in his darling Sidney's mold,
Of too refin'd a fubftance to be old.
Both did alike difdain an hero's rage
Should come like an inheritance by age.
Ambitiously did both confpire to twist

Bays with the ivy, with their temples kift:
Scorning to wait the flow advance of time,
Both fell like early bloffoms in their prime,
By blind events, and Providence's crime.
Yet both, like Codrus, o'er their yielding foe,
Obtain'd the conqueft, in their overthrow;
And longer life do purchase by their death,
In fame compleating what they want in breath.
Oh! had kind fate stretch'd the contracted span,
To the full glories of a perfect man;

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And

And, as he grew, could every rolling year

A new addition to our wonder bear,

H' had paid to his illustrious line that stock

Of ancient honour, which from thence he took.
But oh!

So hasty fruits, and too ambitious flowers,
Scorning the midwifery of ripening showers,
In spite of frofts, fpring from th' unwilling earth,
But find a nip untimely as their birth:
Abortive iffues fo delude the womb,

And fçarce have being, ere they want a tomb.
Forgive, my Lord, the Muse that does afpire
With a new breath to fan your raging fire;
Whofe each officious and unskilful found
Can with fresh torture but enlarge the wound.
Could I, with David, curfe the guilty plain,
Where once more lov'd than Jonathan was flain;
Or could I flights high as his merits raise,
Clear as his virtue, deathlefs as his praise;

None who, though laurels crown'd their aged head,
Admir'd him living, and ador'd him dead,
With more devotion fhould enrol his name
In the long-confecrated lift of fame.

But, fince my artless and unhallow'd strain
Will the high worth, it fhould commend, profane;
Since I defpair my humble verfe should prove
Great as your lofs, or tender as your love;
My heart with fighings, and with tears mine eye,
Shall the defect of written grief fupply.

Dedicated to the bleffed Memory of her late gracious Majesty Queen MARY.

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---we must an altar raise ;--

NCE more, my Muse,--
May it prove lasting, as Maria's praise;
And, the fong ended, be the fwan's thy doom;
Reft ever filent, as Maria's tomb.

But whence shall we begin? or whither steer?
Her virtues like a perfect round appear,
Where judgment lies in admiration loft,
Not knowing which it should distinguish moft.
Some angel, from your own, describe her frame,
For fure your godlike beings are the fame :
All that was charming in the fairer kind,
With manly fenfe and refolution join'd;
A mien compos'd of mildness and of state,
Not by constraint or affectation great ;
But form'd by nature for fupreme command;
Like Eve just moulded by the Maker's hand;
Yet fuch her meeknefs, as half-veil'd the throne,
Left, being in too great a luftre shown,

It might debar the subject of accefs,

And make her mercies and our comforts lefs.
So Gods, of old, defcending from their sphere
To vifit men, like mortals did appear:
Left their too awful prefence should affright
Those whom they meant to blefs, and to delight.

Thus

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Thus to the noon of her high glory run,
From her bright orb, diffusive like the fun,
She did her healing influence display,
And cherifb'd all our nether world, that lay
Within the circle of her radiant day;
Reliev'd not only those who bounty fought,
But gave unafk'd, and as the gave forgot;
Found modeft Want in her obfcure retreat,
And courted timorous Virtue to be great.

The Church, which William fav'd, was Mary's care,
Taught by her life, and guarded by her pray'r;
What her devotions were, ye cherubs, tell,
Who ever round the feat of mercy dwell;

For here she would not have her goodness known,
But
you beheld how the addrefs'd the throne,

And wonder'd at a zeal fo like your own.

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Since she was form'd, and lov'd, and pray'd like you, She fhould, alas! have been immortal too.

A mind fo good, in beauteous ftrength array'd,
Affur'd our hopes the might be long obey'd,
And we, with heighten'd reverence, might have seen
The hoary grandeur of an aged Queen,

Who might, with William, jointly govern here,
As that bright pair which rules the heavenly sphere.
Grace and mild mercy beft in her were shown,
In him the rougher virtues of the throne;
Of Juftice the at home the balance held;
Abroad, Oppreffion by his sword was quell'd;
The generous lion, and the peaceful dove;
The God of battle, and the Queen of love,