Afk of this age's faith and loyalty, Which, to preserve them, heaven confin'd in thee. XV. EPITAPH UPON THE EARL OF ROCHESTER'S BEING DISMISSED FROM THE TREASURY, IN 1687. HERE lies a creature of indulgent fate, From Tory Hyde rais'd to a chit of ftate; In chariot now, Elifha like, he's hurl'd The airy thing cuts through the yielding sky; While we on earth fee, with no fmall delight, XVI. EPITAP H. INTENDED FOR DRYDEN'S WIFE. HERE lies my wife: here let her lie! Now fhe's at rest, and so am I. XVII. EPIGRAM, ON THE DUTCHESS OF PORTSMOUTH'S PICTURES URE we do live by Cleopatra's age, Since Sunderland does govern now the stage: She of Septimius had nothing made, That all the world for pearls had well been loft. XVIII. DESCRIPTION OF OLD JACOB TONSON*. WITH leering look, bull-fac'd, and freckled fair, With two left-legs, with Judas-colour'd hair, And frowzy pores that taint the ambient air.— * On Tonfon's refufing to give Dryden the price he asked for his Virgil, the Poet fent him the above; and added, "Tell the dog, "that he who wrote them, can write more." The money was paid. t SONGS, SONGS, O DE S. AND A MAS QUE. I. THE FAIR STRANGER, A SONG. I. HAPPY and free, fecurely blest; My amorous heart was in defpair, II. reft; Till you, defcending on our plains, The mighty fovereign of my foul. III. Your fmiles have more of conquering charms, Than all your native country arms: Who vanquish only when we pleafe. Their troops we can expel with ease, 04 But IV. But in your eyes, oh! there's the spell, Who can see them, and not rebel? C II. ON THE YOUNG STATESMEN,. LARENDON had law and fenfe, But Sunderland, Godolphin, Lory, "Twill turn all politicks to jefts,, To be repeated like John Dory, Protect us, mighty Providence, What would these madmen have? First, they would bribe us without pence,, Shall free-born men, in humble awe, Who from consent and custom draw The The duke fhall wield his conquering fword, The king fhall pass his honeft word, And then, come kifs my So have I seen a king on chefs breech. (His rooks and knights withdrawn, His queen and bishops in diftrefs) III. A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY, 1687. I. ROM harmony, from heavenly harmony FROM This univerfal frame began: And could not heave her head, Then cold, and hot, and moift, and dry, And Mufic's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This univerfal frame began: From harmony to harmony Through all the compafs of the notes it ran, What |