But by magnanimous difdain. A wit that, temperately bright, All pleafing fhone; nor ever past The decent bounds that Wifdom's fober hand, Death came remorfelefs on, and funk her to the tomb. So, where the filent ftreams of Liris glide, Cold with perpetual snows: The tender blighted plant fhrinks up its leaves, and dies. 2 XIV. Arife, XIV. Arife, O Petrarch, from th' Elyfian bowers, And fragrant with ambrofial flowers, With which o'er many a land Was spread the fame of thy disastrous love; And teach my forrows to relate Their melancholy tale fo well, As may ev'n things inanimate, Rough mountain oaks and defart rocks, to pity move. What were, alas! thy woes compar'd to mine? Of Hymen never gave her hand; The joys of wedded love were never thine. In thy domeftic care She never bore a share, Nor with endearing art Would heal thy wounded heart Of every fecret grief that fefter'd there: Nor did her fond affection on the bed Nor did the crown your mutual flame With pledges dear, and with a father's tender name. XVI. O beft of wives! O dearer far to me How can my foul endure the lofs of thee? Abandon'd and alone, Without my fweet companion can I live? The dear reward of every virtuous toil, What pleasures now can pall'd Ambition give ? Ev'n the delightful fenfe of well-earn'd praise, Unfhar'd by thee, no more my lifelefs thoughts coul raife. XVII. For my distracted mind What fuccour can I find? On whom for confolation fhall I call? Support me, every friend; Your kind affiftance lend, To bear the weight of this oppreffive woe. My dear departed love, fo much was thine, My books, the best relief In every other grief, Are now with your idea fadden'd all : Each favourite author we together read My tortur'd memory wounds, and fpeaks of Lucy dead. XVIII. We XVIII. We were the happiest pair of human kind: And faw our happiness unchang'd remain : Harmonious Concord did our wishes bind That all this pleafing fabric Eove had rais'd On which ev'n wanton Vice with envy gaz'd, Yet, O my foul, thy rifing murmurs stay; That all thy full-blown joys at once, should fader Was his most righteous will-and be that will obey'd. ΧΙΧ. Would thy fond love his grace to her control, Her pure exalted foul Unjustly for thy partial good detain ? No-rather strive thy groveling mind to raise That That heavenly radiance of eternal light, Ev'n Love itself, if rifing by degrees V ERS E S, MAKING PART OF AN EPITAPH ON THE SAME LADY. MA ADE to engage all hearts, and charm all eyes; wife; Polite, as all her life in courts had been ; Her |