He bids him live and grow in fame; Lo, how th' obfequious wind, and fwelling air, Into the walks of clouds, where he does play, Does with weak, unballaft wings, For little drops of honey flee, And there with humble fweets contents her induftry. THE RESURRECTION. OT winds to voyagers at sea, NOT Nor fhowers to earth, more neceffary be (Heaven's vital feed caft on the womb of earth To give the fruitful year a birth) Than Verfe to Virtue; which can do The midwife's office and the nurse's too; It feeds it ftrongly, and it clothes it gay, And, when it dies, with comely pride Till heaven itself fhall melt away, And nought behind it stay. Begin the fong, and ftrike the living lyre; Lo! how the years to come, a numerous and well-fitted quire, All hand in hand do decently advance, And to my fong with fmooth and equal meafures dance ! { In the last trumpet's dreadful found : Then all the wide-extended fky, And all th' harmonious worlds on high,. And Virgil's facred work, fhall die; And he himself fhall fee in one fire fhine Rich Nature's ancient Troy, though built by hands divine. Whom thunder's difinal noife, And all that prophets and apostles louder spake, When dead t' arife; And open tombs, and open eyes, To the long fluggards of five thousand years! Some from birds, from fifhes fome; Some from metals upwards fly, And, where th' attending foul naked and fhivering ftands, Meet, falute, and join their hands; Unhappy moft, like tortur'd men, The mountains fhake, and run about no lefs confus'd than they. Stop, ftop, my Mufel allay thy vigorous heat, Kindled at a hint fo great; Hold thy Pindaric Pegafus clofely in, Which does to rage begin, And this fteep hill would gallop up with violent courfe; 'Tis an unruly and a hard-mouth'd horfe, Fierce and unbroken yet, Impatient of the fpur or bit; Now prances stately, and anon flies o'er the place; But flings writer and reader too, that fits not fure. Go, the rich chariot inftantly prepare, The Queen, my Mufe, will take the air: Unruly Fancy with strong Judgment trace; Put in nimble-footed Wit, Smooth-pac'd Eloquence join with it; Let the postillion Nature mount, and let And let the airy footmen, running all befide, Figures, Conceits, Raptures, and Sentences, In a well-worded dress ; [Lyes, And innocent Loves, and pleasant Truths, and useful In all their gaudy liveries. Mount, glorious Queen! thy travelling throne, And bid it to put on'; For long, though chearful, is the way, And life, alas! allows but one ill winter's day. Where Where never foot of man, or hoof of beast, The paffage prefs'd; Where never fish did fly, And with fhort filver wings cut the low liquid fky ;, The bufy morning's curious eye; The wheels of thy bold coach pafs quick and free,. Is all thy plain and smooth uninterrupted 'way! "it be." Thou fathom'ft the deep gulf of ages paft, And canft pluck up with ease The years which thou doft please; Like fhipwreck'd treasures, by rude tempests caft Long fince into the fea, Brought up again to light and public ufe by thee. Nor doft thou only dive fo low, But fly With an unwearied wing the other way on high, There |