A rural judge * difpos'd of beauty's prize;
A fimple fhepherd was prefer'd to Jove : Down to the mountains from the partial skies
Came Juno, Pallas, and the Queen of Love, To plead for that, which was so justly given To the bright Carlisle of the Court of Heaven.
Carlisle! a name which all our woods are taught,
Loud as their Amarillis, to refound ::
Carlisle! a name which on the bark is wrought
Of every tree that 's worthy of the wound:
From Phoebus' rage our fhadows, and our streams,
May guard us better than from Carlife's beams.
The Countess of CARLISLE in mourning.
HEN from black clouds no part of sky is clear,
But just fo much as lets the fun appear;
Heaven then would feem thy image, and reflect
Those fable veftiments, and that bright aspect.
A spark of virtue by the deepest shade
Of fad adverfity, is fairer made;
Nor lefs advantage doth thy beauty get:
A Venus rifing from a fea of jet !
Such was th' appearance of new formed light,
While yet it ftruggled with eternal night.
Then mourn no more, left thou admit increase.
Of glory, by thy noble Lord's decease.
We find not that the laughter-loving dame
Mourn'd for Anchifes; 'twas enough she came
To grace the mortal with her deathlefs bed,
And that his living eyes fuch beauty fed :
Had he been there, untimely joy through all
Men's hearts diffus'd had marr'd the funeral.
Thofe eyes were made to banish grief as well
Bright Phoebus might affect in fhades to dwell,
As they to put on forrow: nothing stands,
But power to grieve, exempt from thy commands.
If thou lament, thou must do fo alone;
Grief in thy prefence can lay hold of none.
Yet ftill perfift the memory to love
Of that great Mercury of our mighty Jove:
Who, by the power of his inchanting tongue,
Swords from the hands of threatening Monarchs wrung.
War he prevented, or foon made it cease;
Inftructing Princes in the arts of peace;
Such as made Sheba's curious Queen refort
To the large-hearted Hebrew's famous Court.
Had Homer fat amongst his wondering guests,
He might have learn'd at thofe ftupendous feasts,
With greater bounty, and more facred state,
The banquets of the Gods to celebrate.
But oh what elocution might he use,
What potent charms, that could fo foon infufe
His abfent Mafter's love into the heart
Of Henrietta! forcing her to part
From her lov'd brother, country, and the fun;
And, like Camilla, o'er the waves to run
Into his arms: while the Parifian dames
Mourn for the ravish'd glory; at her flames
No lefs amaz'd, than the amazed stars,
When the bold charmer of Theffalia wars
With Heaven itfelf; and Numbers does repeat,
Which call defcending Cynthia from her feat.
In answer to one who writ a Libel against the Countess of CARLISLE.
WHAT fury has provok'd thy wit to dare,
With Diomede, to wound the Queen of love?
'Thy miftrefs' envy, or thine own despair?
Not the juft Pallas in thy breaft did move
So blind a rage, with such a different fate :
He honor won, where thou haft purchas'd hate.
gave affiftance to his Trojan foe;
Thou, that without a rival thou may'st love,
Doft to the beauty of this Lady owe;
While after her the gazing world does move.
Canft thou not be content to love alone?
Or, is thy mistress not content with one?
Haft thou not read of Fairy Arthur's shield,
Which but difclos'd, amaz'd the weaker eyes
Of proudest foes, and won the doubtful field?
So fhall thy rebel wit become her prize.
Should thy Iambics fwell into a book,
All were confuted with one radiant look.
Heaven he oblig'd that plac'd her in the skies
Rewarding Phoebus for infpiring fo
His noble brain, by likening to those eyes
His joyful beams: but Phoebus is thy foe;
And neither aids thy fancy nor thy fight;
So ill thou rhym'st against so fair a light.
HEY tafte of death that do at heaven arrive;
But we this paradife approach alive.
Inftead of Death, the dart of Love does strike;
And renders all within thefe walls alike:
The high in titles, and the fhepherd, here
Forgets his greatnefs, and forgets his fear.
All stand amaz'd, and, gazing on the Fair,
Lofe thought of what themselves or others are:
Ambition lofe; and have no other scope,
Save Carlifle's favour to employ their hope.
The Thracian could (though all thofe tales were true
The bold Greeks tell) no greater wonders do:
Before his feet fo fheep and lions lay,
Fearless, and wrathlefs, while they heard him play.
The gay, the wife, the gallant, and the grave,
Subdued alike, all but one paffion have :
No worthy mind, but finds in her's there is
Something proportion'd to the rule of his
While the with chearful, but impartial grace,
(Born for no one, but to delight the race
Of men) like Phoebus, fo divides her light,
And warms us, that the ftoops not from her height.
TO PHYLLIS.
PHYLLIS, 'twas Love that injur'd you,
And on that rock your Thyrfis threw;
Who for proud Cælia could have dy'd,
While you no lefs accus'd his pride.
Fond Love his darts at random throws,
And nothing springs from what he fows:
From foes discharg'd as often meet
The fhining points of arrows fleet,
In the wide air creating fire;
As fouls that join in one defire.
Love made the lovely Venus burn
In vain, and for the cold youth mourn,
Who the pursuit of churlish beasts.
Prefer'd, to fleeping on her breasts.
Love makes fo many hearts the prize
Of the bright Carlisle's conquering eyes ;.
Which the regards no more, than they
The tears of leffer Beauties weigh..
So have I feen the loft clouds pour
Into the fea an useless fhower;
And the vex'd failors curfe the rain,
For which poor shepherds pray'd in vain.
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