And vary'd Tulips fhow fo dazling gay, Blufhing in bright diverfities of day. Each painted flowret in the lake below Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow; Exceed their promise in their ripen'd store, There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play, Still turns her beauties from th' invading beam, 10 15 20 25 30 WEEP WEEPING. WHILE Celia's Tears make forrow bright, Proud grief fits fwelling in her eyes : The Sun, next those the fairest light, Thus from the Ocean firft did rife: These filver drops, like morning dew, So from one cloud soft showers we view, And blafting lightnings burft away. The ftars that fall from Celia's eye, The Baby in that funny Sphere 35 40 So like a Phaëton appears, That Heav'n, the threaten'd World to spare, 45 Elfe might th' ambitious Nymph aspire, E. OF V. E. OF ROCHESTER. ON SILENCE. ILENCE! coeval with Eternity; Thou wert, ere Nature's felf began to be, 'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee. II. Thine was the fway, ere heaven was form'd, or earth, Ere fruitful Thought conceiv'd creation's birth, Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant forth. III. Then various elements, against thee join'd, In one more various animal combin'd, And fram'd the clamorous race of bufy Human-kind. IV. The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was low, Till wrangling Science taught it noise and fhow, And wicked Wit arofe, thy moft abufive foe. V. But rebel Wit deserts thee oft in vain; Loft in the maze of Words he turns again, And feeks a furer ftate, and courts thy gentle reign. Afflicted Senfe thou kindly doft fet free, And routed Reafon finds a fafe retreat in thee. With VII. With thee in private modest Dulness lies, And in thy bofom lurks in Thought's disguise; Thou varnisher of Fools, and cheat of all the Wife! VIII. Yet thy indulgence is by both confeft; IX. Silence, the knave's repute, the whore's good name, Thy very want of tongue makes thee a kind of Fame. X. But couldst thou feize fome tongues that now are free, How Church and State should be oblig'd to thee! At Senate, and at Bar, how welcome wouldst thou be ! XI. Yet speech ev'n there, fubraiffively withdraws, From rights of subjects, and the poor man's caufe: Then pompous Silence reigns, and ftills the noify Laws. XII. Paft fervices of friends, good deeds of foes, What Favourites gain, and what the Nation owes, The country wit, religion of the town, The parfon's cant, the lawyer's sophistry, E. OF VI. E. OF DORSET. ARTEMISIA. THOUGH Artemifia talks, by fits, Of councils, claffics, fathers, wits; Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride, Are oddly join'd by fate: On her large fquab you find her fpread, That lies and stinks in ftate. She wears no colours (fign of grace) All white and black befide: Dauntless her look, her gefture proud, Her voice theatrically loud, And mafculine her ftride. So have I feen, in black and white A ftately, worthless animal, That plies the tongue, and wags the tail, 5 10 35 20 PHRYNE. |