ALEX 1 S.

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Mean time, ye boundless Winds, your Gufts forbear,
And all ye Hills and Valleys round give ear:
Keep back ye Rivers, and forbear to run,
Till the great Tale of Pyrrha's Fame be done :
Then let each wind bear it where-e'er it blows,
Catch it, ye Hills and Valleys, as it goes,
With your affenting Ecchoes in the close.
Murmur it, Floods, as to your Seas ye creep,
And with it add new Wonders to the Deep;
For the Renown of Pyrrha's Name fhall laft
Till Time's no more, and Nature's works lie waste.
MYRTILLO. On then.

ALEXIS.

-----As Stars before the rifing day

Seem in their Orbs to fink, and dive away;
So all the Nymphs upon our fertile Plains,
Though proud and cruel to their fighing Swains,
When Pyrrha's pow'rful Charms approach'd, they
And any Satyr might have then prevail'd: [fail'd,
So much in blooming Youth cou'd she furprize,
Sh'ad all the panting Hearts and wishing Eyes.
Come then, ye Nymphs of Arcadie, draw near,
Weep round her Earth, and all your Garlands tear;
For Pyrrha's Beauty once no equal knew ;

But Fate has feiz'd Her now, and must have You.

Pyrrha's bright Eyes enlightned every Grove,
And fir'd at laft Aloander's Heart with Love;
The Nymph found him a Triumph worth her Charms,
And the alone was fit to fill his Arms. ib
Many did either Conqueft with 'have made,
But only they each other could invade';
For in her Form did Nature feem improv'd,
And he was fram'd to Love, and be belov'd:
Therefore Heav'n smil'd, and all the Stars look'd kind,
When Pyrrha and Alcander's Hearts were join'd,

ALEX I S.

Who has not heard of great Alcander's Name,
So long the Muses Task, and Pride of Fame?
Pan early chofe, and made him great in Pow'r,
When the Wolves rag'd, and did our Flocks devour,
He took the guard of the molested Plains ;

Saw our Lambs fed, and chear'd us frighted Swains;
Wak'd with us 'midst dark Nights and pinchingColds,
To drive the howling Monsters from our Folds:
In all which time, Pyrrha, his charming Bride,
Oft came, and watch'd as he did, by his fide;
Of his worst dangers ftill her part would bear,
And for all Joys she gave him, ask'd but care.
Now, ye poor Flocks, go bleat about, and stray;
Ye Shepherds, caft your Scrips and Hooks away;
Stretch'd on the ground, your fatal Lofs bemoan,
And call on Pyrrha's Name at ev'ry groan.

MIRTILLO.

Full fifty happy Years this matchlefs Pair
Liv'd in unshaken Love; no jealous Care,
Or mean Diftruft, did once their Joys moleft,
So in a noble Off-fpring were they bleft
Of warlike Youths, worthy their Father's Name,
And Daughters; spotlefs as their Mother's Fame:
Bold Celadon, the Darling of loud War,
And Strephon now, whofe pious Shoulders bear
The burden of his aged Father's Care;
Young Damon, lovely as the Beams that play
About our Eaft, and lead the coming Day.;
Fair Phyllida, who was with Ægon wed,
And bleft him with a faithful Fruitful Bed;
Generous Lyfea too, by Nature taught

To recommend the poor Man's Cause unfought.
JO ALEXIS...

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All these the Off-spring were of Pyrrha's Womb : Come then, ye Mothers, mourn around her Tomb: In Pyrrha's Name your Myftick Rites perform, When to your Aid ye would Lucina charm,

Either the lab'ring Matron's pangs to ease,
Or blefs the Barren Mourner with increase.

MTRTILLO.

Oh! kind Alexis, ftill purfue thy Song,
How these fair Branches grew, or wither'd young.

ALEXIS.

Brave Celadon through Fate untimely fail'd,
And was by Pan and all his Train bewail'd;
Some mourning Mufes fung him to his Tomb,
Yet others felt more grief, and thenee were dumb.
Young Damon faded in his Beauty's Pride,
And Phyllida no lefs lamented dy'd

But long may Strephon's Life rejoice the Years
Of good Aleander, and affift his Cares.
Fulness of time, kind Heav'n, to Lyfca give,
'Tis for your Honour, Gods, that she should live;
For fhe, the more of days you her afford,
By her good Deeds will make you more ador'd;
Since Lyfca was of pious Pyrrha born,
And Pyrrha's Virtues Lyfca's Heart adorn.

MYRTILLO.

But what fhall now give good Alcander joy?

ALEXIS.

The Gods, when Fate took Celadon away,
Call'd Daphnis forth, th' Heroick Race to run,
Which his great Parent had fo well begun :
From Celadon's brave Loins young Daphnis came,
Full of his Heat, and conscious of his Fame;
Whose Mind his Father's Deeds did fo imploy,
He grew Alcander's Hopes, and Pyrrha's Joy.
Pyrrha lov'd Daphnis, and with pleasure found
The Hero's Virtues in the Touth abound.
When Daphnis languifh'd, Pyrrha did provide
The charming foft Amynta for his Bride:
Amynta! tender as the Lambs that play
In Sunny morns, and Innocent as they ;
Sweet as thofe Ev'ning Airs that gently blow
Where the rich fragrant Eaftern Spices grow;

Calm as our Groves in a fair Summer's Night,
And lovely as the first-created Light.

Daphnis was born, Amynta's with him join'd,
To chafe all forrows from Alcander's mind;
To add new Honours to his ftore of Fame,
And a long Race of Heroes to his Name:

His Name, which fhall, with Pyrrha's Praifes, laft
Till Time's no more, and Nature's works lie waste.

Funeral Tears to the Sacred Memory of our late Soveraign King CHARLES the Second.

HE Noon-day Star, that once out-fac'd the Sun,

And refting Charles, with more fix'd Glories crown'd,
Has paft his mighty finish'd Circle round.
All th' untired race of Prodigies, the late
Continued fhame of this Stupendious fate,
Which once his Restoration Lawrels bore;
Those never-fleeping Fores, now move no more.
Myriads of Guardian Angels all disband;
And Wonders wait no more on his Right Hand.
Whilft Truth invincible, unbyaft Right,
Goodness unbounded, Mercy infinite;
Honour anfullyed; all the brightest Train
Of Miniftring Graces t' his illuftrious Reign,
Their Royal Robes to Funeral 8ables turn
All Mourners o'er their Sacred Master's Urn:
But 'midft the Tears our ftreaming Sorrows pour
Three wailing Kingdoms in one Loyal Showre,
How feebly does our Voice of Mourning found,
Whilft Royal Eyes in deeper Griefs lie drown'd?
No Heart like James with killing Loads o'er preft,
Kindeft of Brothers, and of Friends the best.

So fad the pangs of parting Friendship prove,
Immoderate Grief, and ever burning Love

Rend his Great Soul, and their keen Paffage force.
Methinks I fee him at the Dire Divorce;
Whilft the Great James like Great Felefia ftands,
With Ecchoing Cries, and with up-lifted Hands,
With rended Garments, and a flowing Showre
Of bitt'reft Tears deplores the difmal Hour.
Till from above behold the fhining Sky;
The fiery Steeds, and flaming Chariot fly..
Th' afcending Saint, 'midft shouting Angels round,
With purer Joys and brighter Diadems crown'd.
Here with fad Ties he took his laft Farewel,
And grafp'd the wondrous Mantle as it fell.
With Heav'nly transmigrating Glories fir'd, [infpir'd.
Fill'd with the mounting God, with the whole Charles
O mighty Charles, what have not only we
Three Kingdoms, but even Empire loft in thee?
Founder of Monarchy, for thou alone

Stood'ft the unfhaken Bulwark of the Throne.
When the old Storm yawn'd for th' Imperial wrack,
Thy Hand alone beat the fierce Torrent back :
Faction and Schifm by thy ftrong Arm o'erthrown,
Whilft a calm'd World was thy great work alone.
Glory and Peace but in thy Sun-beams play,
Whilft thou'rt the God of our long Halcyon day..
The old Fanatick Fiend, fo late before

Drunk with a Martyr'd Monarch's Purple Gore,
Whilft with th' old Poison, and th' old Rage he flood,
All thirsting for new Draughts of Royal Blood,
The Crown's long Foe, and blackest Imp of Hell,
His Sting just fastning, thou alone couldft quell.
Thy Book of Fame with this laft Glory fill'd:
What fhall Great James on thy Foundations build?
Strike, Royal Heir, th' half conquer'd Serpent dead:
Charles bruis'd his Teeth,and thou shalt crush hisHead.
Peace, Union, Concord, all fo well begun ;

Tho' thou, Great Charles, thy Race like Mafes run;