Pillows his chin upon an orient wave,
The flocking thadows pale,
Troop to th' infernal Jail;

Each fetter'd Ghost Nips to his several grave;
And the yellow-skirted Fayes

[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.

1.

O blafted,

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.

II. For

II.
For since grim Aquilo his charioteer
By boift'rous rape th' Athenian damsel got,
He thought it toucht his Deity full near,
If likewise he some fair one wedded not,
Thereby to wipe away th' infamous blot

Of long-uncoupled bed, and childless eld,
Which 'mongst the wanton Gods a foul reproach

(was held.

III.
So mounting up in icy-pearled cart,
Through middle empire of the freezing air
He wander'd long, till thee he spy'd from far,
There ended was his quest, there ceas'd his case :
Down he descended from his Snow-soft chair ;

But all unwares with his cold-kind embrac.
Unhous'd thy Virgin Soul from her fair biding-places

IV.
Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate ;
For so Apollo, with unweeting hand,
Whilom did nay his dearly-loved mate,
Young Hyacintb born on Eurota's strand,
Young Hyacintb, the pride of Spartan land ;

But then transform’d him to a purple flower :
Alack ! that fo to change thee Winter had no power.

V.
Yet can I not persuade me thou art dead,
Or that thy coarse corrupts in earth's dark womb,

Or that thy beauties lie in wormie bed,
e Hid from the World in a low delved tomb;
3 Could Heay'n for pity thee fo Arictly doom?

Oh

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

IX.

[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

As if to Thew what creatures Heav'n doth breed ;

Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire
To scorn the fordid world, and unto Heav'n aspire ?

X.
But oh! why didft thou not stay here below
To bless us with thy Heav'n-lov'd innocence,
To nake his wrath, whom sin hath made our foe,
To turn swift-rushing bl.ck perdition hence,
Or drive away the Naughtering pestilence,

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

[to live.

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

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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

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