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“My mother does unkindly use her son,
may be fad, and griev'd, as well as I.
If your young lambs with new-pluck d boughs you fed, “And watch'd your flock, would you not seem more wife; “ Milk what is next, pursue not that which flies.
Perhaps you may, since this proves so unkind, “ Another fairer Galatea find. “Me many virgins as I pass invite “ To waste with them in love's soft sports the night ; “ And, if I but incline my listening ear, “New joys, new smiles, in all their looks appear. “ Thus we, it seems, can be belov'd ; and we, “ It seems, are somebody as well as she !"
Thus did the Cyclops fan his raging fire,
CÆ L I A.
"LY swift, ye hours; ye sluggish minutes, fly;
Bring back my love, or let her lover die.
eyes alone can the glad beams display,
when will she lift up her sacred light,
Nature's too prodigal to womankind, Ev’n where the does neglect t'adorn the mind; Beauty alone bears such resistless sway, As makes ' mankind with joy and pride obey. But, oh! when wit and sense with beauty's join'd, The woman's fweetness with the manly mind; When nature with so just a hand does mix The most engaging charms of either sex; And out of both that thus in one combine Does something form not human but divine, What's her command, but that we all adore The noblest work of her almighty power! Nor ought our zeal thy anger to create, Since love's thy debt, nor is our choice, but fate. Where nature bids, worship I’m forc’d to pay, Nor have the liberty to disobey; And whenfoe'er she does a poet make, She gives him verse but for thy beauty's fake. Had I a pen that could at once impart Soft Ovid's nature and high Virgil's art, Then the immortal Sacharissa's name Should be but second in the list of fame; Each grove, each shade, should with thy praise be filled, And the fam'd Penshurst to our Windsor yield,
SPOKEN TO THE QUEEN,
IN TRINITY COLLEGE NEW COURT.
"HOU equal partner of the royal bed,
That mak'st a crown fit soft on Charles's head ; In whom, with greatness virtue takes her feat, Meekness with power, and piety with state ; Whose goodness might ev'n factious crowds reclaim, Win the feditious, and the savage tame ; Tyrants themselves to gentlest mercy bring, And only useless is on such a king ! See, mighty princess, see how every breast With joy and wonder is at once posseft : Such was the joy which the first mortals knew, When gods descended to the people's view, Such devout wonder did it then afford, To see those powers they had unseen ador'd, But they were feign'd; nor, if they had been true, Could shed more blessings on the earth than you : Our courts, enlarg'd, their former bounds disdain, To make reception for fo great a train : Here may your sacred breast rejoice to see, Your own age strive with ancient piety ; Soon now, since blest by your auspicious eyes, To full perfection shall our fabric rife. Less 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.
A PASTORAL, upon the Death of her Grace MARY
Duchess of SOUTHAMPTON 1680.
ELL me, my Thyrsis, tell thy Damon, why
Does my lov'd swain in this sad posture lie? What mean these streams still falling from thine eyes, Fast as those fighs from thy fwoln bosom rife? Has the fierce wolf broke through the fenced ground? Have thy lambs stray'd? or has Dorinda frown'd ? THYRSIS. The wolf? Ah! let him come, for
now he may : Have thy lambs stray'd? let them for ever stray: Dorinda frown'd? No, she is ever mild ; Nay, I remember but just now she smild: Alas! The smil'd; for to the lovely maid None had the fatal tidings yet convey’d. Tell me then, shepherd, tell me, canst thou find As long as thou art true, and she is kind, A grief so great, as may prevail above Ev'n Damon's friendship, or Dorinda's love ? Dam. Sure there is none. Ther. But, Damon,
there may be. What if the charming Floriana die ?
Dam. Far be the omen! THYR. But suppose it true? · Dam. Then should I grieve, my Thyrfis, more