In the Evangelifts we find the profe;
Which, paraphras'd by her, a Poem grows;
A devout rapture! fo divine a hymn,
It may become the highest Seraphim!
For they, like her, in that coeleftial choire,
Sing only what the SPIRIT does inspire.
Taught by our LORD, and theirs, with us they may
For all, but pardon for offences, pray.
Some Reflections of His upon the feveral Petitions in the fame Prayer.
IS facred name, with reverence profound,
nami vd be, and trembling at the
It was JEHOVAH; 'tis OUR FATHER NOW;
So low to us does heav'n vouchsafe to bow!
He brought it down, that taught us how to pray;
And did fo dearly for our ranfom pay.
II. His kingdom come. For this we pray in vain,
Unless he does in our affections reign:
Abfurd it were to wish for fuch a King,
And not obedience to his fceptre bring;
Whofe yoke is eafy, and his burthen light;
His fervice freedom, and his judgments right.
III. His will be done. In fact 'tis always done;
But, as in heav'n, it must be made our own:
His will fhould all our inclinations fway,
Whom nature, and the universe, obey.
Happy the man! whofe wishes are confin'd
To what has been eternally defign'd:
Referring all to his paternal care,
To whom more dear, than to ourselves, we are.
IV. It is not what our avarice hoards up;
'Tis he that feeds us, and that fills our cup;
Like new-born babes, depending on the breast,
From day to day, we on his bounty feast.
Nor fhould the foul expect above a day,
To dwell in her frail tenement of clay :
The fetting fun fhould feem to bound our race,
And the new day a gift of special grace.
V. That he should all our trefpaffes forgive,
While we in hatred with our neighbours live;
Tho' fo to pray may seem an easy task,
We curfe ourselves when thus inclin'd we afk.
This pray'r to use, we ought with equal care
Our fouls, as to the Sacrament, prepare.
The nobleft worship of the Pow'r above,
Is to extol, and imitate, his love:
Not to forgive our enemies alone;
But, ufe our bounty that they may be won.
VI. Guard us from all temptations of the foe:
And those we may in several stations know:
The rich, and poor, in flipp'ry places stand :
Give us enough! but with a sparing hand!
Not ill-perfuading want; nor wanton wealth;
But, what proportion'd is to life, and health.
For, not the dead, but living, fing thy praife;
Exalt thy kingdom, and thy glory raise.
Favete linguis! **
Virginibus puerifque canto.
On the foregoing DIVINE POEMS.
HEN we for age could neither read, nor write,
The fubject made us able to indite :
The foul, with nobler refolutions deckt,
The body ftooping, does herself erect:
No mortal parts are requifite to raise
Her, that unbody'd can her MAKER praise.
The feas are quiet, when the winds give o'er :
So, calm are we, when paffions are no more!
For, then we know how vain it was to boast
Of fleeting things, fo certain to be lost.
Clouds of affection from our younger eyes
Conceal that emptiness, which age defcries.
The foul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light, thro' chinks that time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become, As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.
UCH HELEN was! and who can blame the boy
That in to fight a dame confum'd his TROX ?
But, had like virtue shin'd in that fair GREEK,
The armorous fhepherd had not dar'd to feek,
Or hope for pity; but with filent moan,
And better fate, had perished alone.
Of a Lady who writ in Praise of MIRA.
HILE the pretends to make the graces known
Of matchlefs MIRA, the reveals her own :
And, when she would another's praise indite,
Is by her glass instructed how to write.
To one married to an old Man.
INCE thou would'ft needs (bewitch'd with fome ill Be bury'd in thofe monumental arms: [charms !) All we can wish, is, May that earth lie light Upon thy tender limbs! and fo good night!
An EPIGRAM on a Painted LADY with
ERE men fo dull they could not fee
That LYCE painted; should they flee,
Like fimple birds, into a net,
So grofly woven, and ill fet?
Her own teeth would undo the knot,
And let all go that fhe had got.
Thofe teeth fair LYCE muft not show,
If the would bite: her lovers, though
Like birds they stoop at feeming grapes,
Are dif-abus'd, when firft fhe gapes:
The rotten bones discover'd there,
Shew 'tis a painted fepulchre.
EPIGRAM upon the GOLDEN MEDAL.
UR guard upon the royal fide!
On the reverfe, our beauty's pride!
Here we difcern the frown, and smile ;
The force, and glory, of our Ifle.
In the rich Medal, both fo like
Immortals ftand, it feems antique;
Carv'd by fome master, when the bold
GREEKS made their Jove defcend in gold;
And DANAE wond'ring at that fhow'r,
Which, falling, storm'd her brazen tow'r.
BRITANNIA there, the Fort in vain
Had batter'd been with golden rain :
Thunder itself had fail'd to pass;
Virtue's a stronger guard than brass.
Written on a Card that her * MAJESTY tore at OMBRE.
HE cards you tear in value rise ;
So do the wounded by your eyes.
Who to cœleftial things afpire,
Are by that paffion rais'd the higher.
To Mr. GRANVILLE, (now Lord LANSDOWN) on his Verfes to K. JAMES II.
Andes a genius fo beyond his years;
A judgment! that could make fo fair a choice;
So high a fubject, to employ his voice :
Still as it grows, how fweetly will he fing
The growing greatness of our matchless King!
Long and fhort Life.
N early plant! which fuch a blossom bears,
IRCLES are prais'd, not that abound
In largenes, but th' exactly round a
So, life we praife, that does excell
Not in much time, but acting well.
Tranflated out of SPANISH.
TWhile your compaffion we implore:
HO' we may feem importunate,
They, whom you make too fortunate,
May with prefumption vex you more.
Tranflated out of FRENCH.
ADE, flowers, fade, nature will have it fo; 'Tis but what we muft in our autumn do! And, as your leaves lie quiet on the ground, The lofs alone by thofe that lov'd them found:
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