With much of pomp and show (As conquering kings in triumph go) Did he to heaven approach, [coach. And wondrous was his way, and wondrous was his 'Twas gaudy all; and rich in every part Of effences, of gems; and spirit of gold Drawn forth by chemic angels' art. The horses were of temper'd lightning made, And flaming manes their necks array'd: Not fuch as here are found, But fuch light folid ones as fhine On the transparent rocks o' th' Heaven-crystalline Thus mounted the great Prophet to the skies ; Wonder'd from hence to fee one rife. The foft clouds melted him a way; Awhile the facred footsteps bore; The wheels and horfes' hoofs hizz'd as they past them o'er! He He past by th' moon and planets, and did fright With th' unexampled fight. But where he stopp'd will ne'er be known, To' a better being do aspire, And mount herself, like him, to' eternity in fire.. ΤΟ THE NEW YEAR. GREAT Janus! (who doft fure my mistress view With all thine eyes, yet think'ft them all too few) No better things prepar'd for me, Than did thy face behind ; If ftill her breast muft fhut against me be (For 'tis not Peace that temple's gate does bind)`; Oh, let my life, if thou fo many deaths a coming find, With thine old year its voyage take, Borne down that stream of Time which no return can make! Alas! what need I thus to pray? Whether I would or no, will bear At least a part of me away : His His well-hors'd troops, the months, and days, and hours, Though never any-where they stay, Make in their paffage all their prey; The months, days, hours, that march i' th' rear can find Nought of value left behind. All the good wine of life our drunken youth devours ; Sournefs and lees, which to the bottom fink, Remain for latter years to drink; Until, fome one offended with the taste, The veffel breaks, and out the wretched relics run at last.. If then, young Year! thou needft must come The Birth beyond its time can never tarry, Chufe thy attendants well; for 'tis not thee Let neither Lofs of Friends, or Fame, or Liberty, Be feen among thy train: Nor let thy livery be Either black Sin, or gaudy Vanity : Nay, if thou lov'ft me, gentle Year! Let not fo much as Love be there; Vain fruitless Love, I mean; for, gentle Year! There's of this caution little need, Yet, gentle Year! take heed How How thou dost make Such a mistake: Such Love I mean, alone, As by thy cruel predeceffors has been shown; For, though I have too much cause to doubt it, fain would try for once if Life can live without it. Into the future times why do we pry, And feek to antedate our mifery? Like jealous men, why are we longing still And fomething still they 'd spy that would destroy In whatsoever character The book of Fate is writ, 'Tis well we understand not it; We should grow mad with little learning there: Undecently and foolishly We should stand fhivering, and but slowly venture Since, willing or unwilling, we must do it, They feel least cold and pain who plunge at once into it. LIFE W L IF E. "Nafcentes Morimur." E're ill by these grammarians us'd; MANIL. We are abus'd by words, grossly abus'd: To the grave's fruitful womb, We call here Life; but Life 's a name We call one step a race: But angels, in their full enlighten'd state, Who fpeak Things, and our words, their ill-drawn pictures, fcorn; When we, by' a foolish figure, fay,. Speak properly, and cry, "Behold a man-child born!". My eyes are open'd, and I see Through the tranfparent fallacy: Because we feem wifely to talk Like men of bufinefs; and for business walk From place to place, And mighty voyages we take, And mighty journeys feem to make, O'er fea and land, the little point that has no space : VOL. II. E Becaufe |