Till unknown regions it deferies, Thou great Columbus of the golden lands of new phi lofophies! Thy task was harder much than his ; For thy learn'd America is Not only found-out first by thee, But thy eloquence and thy wit, I little thought before (Nor, being my own felf fo poor, Of bright, of new, and lafting stuff, To cloathe the mighty limbs of thy gigantic fenfe. Too ftrong to take a mark from any mortal dart, And wonders on it grav'd by the learn'd hand of Art! Ev'n to the enemies' fight, Then, when they 're fure to lose the combat by 't. Nor can the fnow, which now cold Age does fhed Quench or allay the noble fires within; But all which thou hast been, And And all that Youth can be, thou 'rt yet! Enjoy the manhood and the bloom of Wit, Here hoary frofts, and by them breaks-out fire! Nature and Causes, we shall fee That thus it needs must be To things immortal, Time can do no wrong, DESTINY. "Hoc quoque Fatale eft fic ipfum expendere Fatum." Trange and unnatural! let 's stay and fee ST This pageant of a prodigy. MANIL Lo, of themselves th' enliven'd Chefs-men move! Lo, the unbred, ill-organ'd piéces prove As full of art and industry, Of courage and of policy, As we ourselves, who think there's nothing wife but we ! Here a proud Pawn I admire, That, ftill advancing higher, At At top of all became Another thing and name; Here I'm amaz'd at th' actions of a Knight, Here I the lofing party blame, For thofe falfe Moves that break the Game, That to their Grave, the Bag, the conquer'd Pieces bring, And, above all, th' ill-conduct of the Mated King. 1 "Whate'er these feem, whate'er philofophy Lo! from my enlighten'd eyes the mists and shadows fell, And lo ! I faw two angels play'd the Mate. With her own hands she fashioned ; She did a covenant with nie make, And circumcis'd my tender foul, and thus she spake: “Thou "Thou of my church shalt be; "Hate and renounce" faid fhe, "Wealth, honour, pleasures, all the world, for me. She fpake, and all my years to come Their several ways of life let others chuse, With Fate what boots it to contend. ? And fome fmall light it did dispense, But neither heat nor influence. No matter, Cowley! let proud Fortune see, That thou canst her despise no less than she does thee. Let all her gifts the portion be Of Folly, Luft, and Flattery, Rebellion and Hypocrify; Do thou not grieve, nor blush to be, As all th' infpired tuneful men, And all thy great forefathers, were, from Homer down VOL. II. to Ben. BRUT US. Excellent Brutus! of all human race The beft, till Nature was improv'd by Grace; The gentle, vigorous influence To all the wide and fair circumference; Each had his motion natural and free, And the whole no more mov'd than the whole world could be. From thy ftrict rule fome think that thou didst fwerve (Miftaken, honeft men !) in Cæfar's blood; What mercy could the tyrant's life deferve, Are fo far from understood, We count them Vice: alas! our fight 's fo ill, On her fupreme idea, brave and bright, In the original light; But |