On a Fan of the Author's Defign, in which was painted the Story of Cephalus and Procris, with the Motto Aura Veni. COME, gentle Air! th' Æolian fhepherd faid, While Procris panted in the secret shade: Come, gentle Air! the fairer Delia cries, While at her feet her fwain expiring lies. Lo! the glad gales o'er all her beauties ftray, Breathe on her lips, and in her bofom play! In Delia's hand this toy is fatal found, Nor could that fabled dart more furely wound: Both gifts deftructive to the givers prove; Alike both lovers fall by thofe they love. Yet Guiltless too this bright deftroyer lives, At random wounds, nor knows the wound she gives : She views the story with attentive eyes, And pities Procris while her lover dies. IV. COWLEY. The Garden. FAIN would my Mufe the flow'ry treasure fing, Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow; 4 14 Exceed Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store, Weeping. WHILE Celia's tears make sorrow bright, 20 25 30 And thus thro' mifts we fee the fun, 5 These filver drops, like morning dew, The baby in that funny sphere Thought fit to drown him in her tears; That Heav'n, the threaten'd world to fpare, Elfe might th' ambitious nymph aspire C2 10 15 18 V. E. OF ROCHESTER. On Silence. I. SILENCE! coeval with eternity, Thou wert ere Nature's felf began to be; 'Twas one vaft nothing all, and all slept faft in thee. II. Thine was the fway ere heav'n was form'd, or earth, forth. III. Then various elements against thee join'd, And fram'd the clam'rous race of bufy human-kind. IV. 5 The tone mov'd gently firit, and fpeech was low, 10 V. But rebel Wit deferts thee oft' in vain: Loft in the maze of words he turns again, And feeks a furer ftate, and courts thy gentle reign. VI. Afflicted Senfe thou kindly doft fet free, Opprefs'd with argumental tyranny, And routed Reafon finds a fafe retreat in thee. VII. With thee in private modeft Dulnefs lies, And in thy bofom lurks in Thought's disguise; Thou varnisher of fools, and cheat of all the wife! VIII. Yet thy indulgence is by both confeft; Folly by thee lies fleeping in the breast, And 'tis in thee at lait that Wisdom feeks for rest. 16 20 IX. Silence! IX. Silence! the knave's repute, the whore's good name, The only honour of the wifhing dame; 26 The very want of tongue makes thee a kind of fame.] X. But couldst thou feize fome tongues that now are free, How church and state should be oblig'd to thee! At fenate and at bar how welcome wouldst thou be! XI. 31 Yet fpeech e'en there fubmiffively withdraws XII. Paft fervices of friends, good deeds of foes, The country wit, religion of the town, The parfon's cant, the lawyer's fophiftry, VI. E. OF DORSET. Artemifia. THO' Artemifia talks by fits Of counfels, claffics, fathers, wits; C 3 35 40 Haughty 5 Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride, On her large fquab you find her spread, That lies and ftinks in itate. She wears no colours (fign of grace) All white and black befide: So have I feen, in black and white, A ftately worthlefs animal, That plies the tongue, and wags the tail, Phryne. PHRYNE had talents for mankind; Open she was and unconfin'd, Her learning and good breeding fuch, Obfcure by birth, renown'd by crimes, 10 35 20 24 10 13 |