That like a Spirit with this Spell The Eagle's Fate and mine are one, Which on the Shaft that made him die Efpy'd a Feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to foar fo high. Had Eccho, with fo fweet a Grace, But of his Voice, the Boy had burn'd. Of the Marriage of the Dwarfs. Efign or Chance makes others Wive, DE But Nature did this Match contrive; Eve might as well have Adam fled, As the deny'd her little Bed To him, for whom Heav'n feem'd to frame, And measure out this only Dame. Thrice happy is that humble Pair Over whofe Heads thofe Arrows fly As if the World held none but them, To To him the fairest Nymphs do fhow Like moving Mountains topt with Snow; Does to his Galatea feem; None may prefume her Faith to prove;} Ah, Chloris, that kind Nature thus LOVE'S FAREWELL TReading the Path to Nobler Ends, A long Farewel to Love I gave; Refolv'd my Country, and my Friends, All that remain'd of me fhould have. And this Refolve no Mortal Dame, None but those Eyes cou'd have o'crthrown, The Nymph, I dare not, need not name, So high, fo like her self alone. Thus the tall Oak which now aspires Above the Fear of private Fires, Grown Grown and defign'd for nobler Ufe, Muft that which falls from Heav'n endure. MADAM, From a CHILD. S in fome Climes the warmer Sun As Makes it full Summer e'er the Spring's begun, And with ripe Fruit the bending Boughs can load, Before our Violets dare look abroad: So measure not by any common use, The early Love your brighter Eyes produce. On On a GIRDLE. THAT which her flender Waste confin'd, No Monarch but wou'd give his Crown, It was my Heav'ns extreamest Sphere, A narrow Compass, and yet there For not approaching the Lady, who can do any thing but Sleep when she pleaseth. Y Charge it is those Breaches to repair MY Which Nature takes from Sorrow, Toil and Care: Reft to the Limbs, and Quiet I confer On troubled Minds; but nought can add to her, Whom Whom Heav'n and her transcendent Thoughts have plac'd Above thofe Ills which wretched Mortals taste. Bright as the deathless Gods, and happy, She Shou'd I with Lightning fill her awful Hand, Which holds refemblance with thofe fpotlefs Skies, The |