Nature's too prodigal to Woman-kind, Ev'n where she does neglect t'adorn the mind; As makes Mankind with Joy and Pride obey. Where Nature bids, worship I'm forc'd to pay, And whenfoe'er fhe does a Poet make, She gives him Verfe but for thy Beauty's fake. Had Had I a Pen that could at once impart Soft Ovid's Nature and high Virgil's Art, Should be but fecond in the Lift of Fame; Each Grove each Shade fhould with thy praise be fill'd, And the fam'd Penshurst to our Windfor yield. Spoken to the QUEEN in TrinityCollege New-Court in Cambridge. T HOU equal Partner of the Royal Bed, That mak'ft a Crown fit foft on Charles's Head; In whom with Greatness, Virtue takes her Seat; Meeknefs with Power, and Piety with State; Whofe Whofe Goodness might even Factious Crouds re Win the Seditious, and the Savage tame; [claim, Tyrants themselves to gentlest Mercy bring, See, mighty Princess, see how every Breast, Lefs Lefs powerful Charms than yours of old could call, The willing Stones into the Theban Wall, And ours which now its rise to you shall owe, More fam'd than that by your great Name shall grow. FLORIANA, A Pastoral upon the Death of her Grace the Dutchefs of SOUTHAMPTON. T DAMON. ELL me my Thyrfis, tell thy Damon, why Does my lov'd Swain in this fad posture lye? What mean these Streams still falling from thine Eyes, Faft as thofe Sighs from thy fwoln Bosom rise? Has Has the fierce Wolf broke thro' the fenced ground? Have thy Lambs ftray'd? or has Dorinda frown'd? Thyrfis. The Wolf? Ah! let him come, for now he may: Have thy Lambs stray'd? let 'em for ever ftray: Even Damon's Friendship, or Dorinda's Love? Damon. Sure there is none. Thyrs. But, Damon, there may be: What if the charming Floriana die? Dam. Far be the Omen! Thyr. But fuppofe it true. Dam. Then should I grieve, my Thyrfis, more than you. She |