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Pillows his chin upon an orient wave,
Each fetter'd Ghost Nips to his several grave;
[maze. Fly after the Night-steeds, leaving their Moon-loy'd
XXVII. But see! the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest ;
[ing: Time is our tedious Song should here have enda Heav'n's youngest teemed Star Hath fix'd her polith'd Car,
[ing: Her neeping Lord with Handmaid Lamp attend. 'And all about the Courtly Stable, Bright-harnest Angels fit in order serviceable.
Anno ætatis 17. On the Death of a Fair Infant, a
Nephew of bis, dying of a Cough.
Soft filken Primrose fading timelesly, Summer's chief Honour, if thou hadft out-lasted Bleak Winter's force that made thy blossom drie ; For he being amorous on that lovely die,
That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss, But kill'd, alas! and then bewail'd his fatal bliss.
Of long-uncoupled bed, and childless eld,
But all unwares with his cold-kind embrac.
But then transform’d him to a purple flower :
Or that thy beauties lie in wormie bed,
Oh no! for something in thy face did shine Above mortality, that shew'd thou waft divine.
VI. Resolve me then, oh Soul most surely blest, (If so it be that thou these plaints doft hear) Tell me bright Spirit where-e'er thou hoverest, Whether above that high first-moving Sphere, Or in th’ Elysian fields (if such there were;)
O say me true, if thou wert mortal wight, And why from us so quickly thou didst take thy VII.
[Aight. Wert thou fome Star, which from the ruin'd roof Of shak'd Olympus by mischance didft fall; Which careful jove in Nature's true behoof Took up, and in fit place did reinstal? Or did of late earth's Sons besiege the wall
Of Theenie Heav'n, and thou some goddess Aled, Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar'd head?
VIII. Or wert thou that just Maid, who once before Forsook'st the hated earth, O tell me sooth, And cam'ít again to visit us once more? Or wert thou that sweet smiling Youth? Or that crown'd Matron, lage white-robed Truth?
Or any other of that Heav'nly brood, Let down in cloudy throne to do the World some
[good? Or wert thou of the golden-winged hoft, Who, having clad thy self in human weed, To earth from thy prefixed seat didst post, And after Mort abode fly back with speed,
As if to Thew what creatures Heav'n doth breed ;
Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire
To stand 'twixt us and our deserved smart ? But thou canst best perform that office where thou XI.
(art. Then thou, the Mother of so sweet a Child, Thy falle imagin'd loss cease to lament, And wisely learn to curb thy sorrows wild ; Think what a present thou to God hast sent, And render him with patience what he lent;
This if thou do, he will an offspring give, That till the World's last end shall make thy name
Anno Ætatis 19. At a Vacation Ex
ercise in the College, part Latin, part English. The Latin Speeches
ended, the English thus began. H*
'AIL, native Language, that by finews weak Didft move my first endeavouring tongue to speak,
And mad'st imperfect words with childish trips, Half unpronounc'd, slide through my infant lips, Driving dumb filence from the portal door, Where he had mutely fat two years before : Here I salute thee, and thy pardon alk, That now I use thee in my latter talk : Small lofs it is that thence can come unto thee, I know my tongue but little grace can do thee : Thou need'st not be ambitious to be first, Believe me I have thither packt the worst : And, if it happen as I did forecast, The daintieft dithes shall be ferv'd up last. I pray thee then deny, me not thy aid For this same small negle& that I have made : But haste thee strait to do me once a Pleasure, And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefeft treasure ; Not those new fangled toys, and trimmings night, Which take our late fantasticks with delight; But cull those richeft Robes, and gay'st Attire, Which deepest Spirits and choicest Wits desire. I have some naked thoughts that rove about, And loudly knock to have their paffage out; And weary of their place do only stay, Till thou hak deck'd them in thy beft array ; That-so they may without fufpect or fears Fly swiftly to this fair Afrembly's ears, Yet I had rather, if I were to chuse, Thy service in some graver subject use, Such as may make thee search thy coffers round, Before thou clothe my fancy in fit found : Such where the deep transported mind may soar Above the wheeling poles, and at Heav'n's door