On bankrupt mortals who believe and love His name. "Then, my Chariffa, all is thine. "And thine, my Mitio, the fair faint replies. "Life, death, the world below, and worlds on high, "'Tis for our health and sweet refreshment, (while Spirits releas'd from clay, and purg'd from fin: "Thither our hearts with most inceffant wish "Panting afpire; when fhall that dearest hour O bleft connubial state ! O happy pair, Envy'd by yet unfociated fouls Who seek their faithful twins! Your pleasures rife Sweet as the morn, advancing as the day, In which we breathe and live: There's not one thought But every paffage open as the day To one another's breaft, and inmoft mind. Thus ftreams of mingled blifs fwell higher as they flow, The THIRD PART: Or SHOU The AccOUNT balanced. HOULD fovereign love before me stand, And bid the daring Muse relate His comforts and his cares; Thy Thy cares and comforts, fovereign Love, And to a larger audit gr N Than all the stars above. Are their own mutual measures; Say, Damon, fay, how bright the fcene, Leaning his head on his Florella's breast, Without a jealous thought, or busy care between: Nor can thy foul's remoteft part Conceal a thought or with from the beloved fair. When friendship all-fincere grows up to ecstacy, Or fporting innocently at thy feet Thy kindest thoughts engage: Those little images of thee, What pretty toys of youth they be, And growing props of age! But fhort is earthly blifs! The changing wind Malignant fevers on its fultry wings, Relentless death fits clofe behind: Now gasping infants, and a wife in tears, With piercing groans falutes his ears, Through every vein the thrilling torments roll; While sweet and bitter are at ftrife In those dear miseries of life, Those tendereft pieces of his bleeding foul. Mixt with the heart-ake may the pain beguile, Then every smiling paffion dies, And hope alone with wakeful eyes Darkling and folitary waits the flow-returning light. Here then let my ambition reft, May I be moderately bleft When I the laws of Love obey: Or mount by turns and sink again, On this dull stage of clay : The tribes beneath the northern Bear Since half the year is day. On On the Death of the Duke of GLOUCESTER, juft after Mr. DRYDEN. An EPIGRAM. 1700. DRYDEN is dead, Dryden alone could fing Now Glofter dies: Thus leffer heroes live An Epigram of MARTIAL to CIRINUS. "Sic tua, Cirini, promas Epigrammata vulgo "Ut mecum poffis, &c." Infcribed to Mr. JOSIAH HORTE. 1694. Lord Bishop of KILMORE* in IRELAND. S fmooth your numbers, friend, your verse so sweet, So fharp the jeft, and yet the turn fo neat, That with her Martial Rome would place Cirine, Rome would prefer your sense and thought to mine. Yet modeft you decline the public stage, To fix your friend alone amidst th' applauding age, * Afterwards Archbishop of Tuam. So |