"Than thofe have done or feen, Ev'n fince they Goddesses and this a Star has been) Is made the feat of reft at last. Let the cafe now quite alter'd be, And, as thou went'st abroad the world to fee, Let the world now come to see thee! The world will do 't; for curiofity Does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make ; An old wheel of that chariot to fee, Which Phaeton fo rafhly brake: Yet what could that fay more than these remains of *Drake? Great relick thou too, in this port of cafe, Haft still one way of making voyages ; (The great trade-wind which ne'er does fail) Shall drive thee round the world, and thou shalt run, As long around it as the fun. The ftreights of Time too narrow are for thee ; And fteer the endless course of vast Eternity! Take for thy fail this verse, and for thy pilot me! UPON UPON THE DEATH OF THE EARL OF BALCARRES. "T IS folly all, that can be said, By living mortals, of th' immortal dead, And I'm afraid they laugh at the vain tears we shed. 'Tis as if we, who stay behind In expectation of the wind, Should pity those who pass'd this ftreight before, Ah, happy man! who art to fail no more! Because our friends are newly come from fea, "Balcarres, who but th' other day "Did all our love and our respect command; "At whose great parts we all amaz'd did stand; "Is from a storm, alas! cast suddenly on land?” If you will fay-Few perfons upon earth Did, more than he, deferve to have A life exempt from fortune and the grave; And ancestors, whofe fame 's fo widely spread- } Or Or whether you confider more The vast increase, as fure you ought, And added to the former ftore : The privilege you plead for; and avow That, as he well deferv'd, he doth enjoy it now. Though God, for great and righteous ends,. (That once with so much industry and art Of his frail body's native foil below, One of their ableft minifters elect, And fend abroad to treaties, which they' intend But, though the treaty wants a happy end, } Noble Noble and great endeavours did he bring The beauteous half, his lovely wife, If I believe that fuch was he, Whom, in the ftorms of bad fuccefs, And all that Error calls unhappiness, His virtue and his virtuous wife did still accompany With these companions 'twas not strange He faw around the hurricanes of state, h; All outward things are but the beach With an imperceptible chain, And bid it to go back again. His wisdom, juftice, and his piety, His courage both to fuffer and to die, How in this cafe 'tis certain found, OY Nature (which remain'd, though aged grown, Nor feen unveil'd by any one) When Harvey's violent passion she did see, Took fanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree : But Harvey, our Apollo, ftop'd not so; Into the bark and root he after her did go ! No smallest fibres of a plant, For which the eye-beams' point doth sharpness want, His paffage after her with ftood. What should she do ? through all the moving wood Of lives endow'd with fenfe fhe took her flight; Harvey purfues, and keeps her ftill in fight. But, |