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These silver drops, like morning dew, .
Foretel the fervour of the day:
And blasting lightnings burst away.
So like a Phaëton appears,
Thought fit to drown him in her tears :
E. OF ROCHESTER.
ON SILENCE. SILENCE! coeval with eternity,
Thou wert, ere nature's self began to be ; 'Twas one vast nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee. Thine was the sway, ere heaven was form'd or
earth, Ere fruitful thought conceiv'd creation's birth, Or midwife word gave aid, and spoke the infant
Then various elements against thee join'd,
In one more various animal combin'd, And fram'd the clamorous race of busy humankind. The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was
low, Till wrangling science taught it noise and show, And wicked wit arose, thy most abusive foe.
But rebel wit deserts thee oft in vain;
Lost in the maze of words he turns again,
Afflicted sense thou kindly dost set free,
Oppress'd with argumental tyranny,
And in thy bosom lurks in thought's disguise ;
Yet thy indulgence is by both confess'd;
Folly by thee lies sleeping in the breast,
be ! Yet speech ev'n there submissively withdraws,
From rights of subjects, and the poor man's cause: Then pompous Silence reigns, and stills the noisy
laws. Past services of friends, good deeds of foes,
What favourites gain, and what the nation owes, Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repose.
The country wit, religion of the town,
The courtier's learning, policy o' th' gown,
The parson's cant, the lawyer's sophistry,
Lord's quibble, critic's jest, all end in thee, All rest in peace at last, and sleep eternally.
E. OF DORSET.
Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke; Yet in some things methinks she fails, 'Twere well if she would pare her nails,
And wear a cleaner smock. Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride, Such nastiness, and so much pride,
Are oddly join'd by fate:
That lies and stinks in state.
All white and black beside: Dauntless her look, her gesture proud, Her voice theatrically loud,
And masculine her stride.
All flutter, pride, and talk.
DHRYNE has talents for mankind,
Like some free port of trade; Merchants unloaded here their freight. And agents from each foreign state
Here first their entry made.
Her learning and good-breeding such,
Spaniards of French came to her;
At length she turos a bride:
And flutters in her pride.
Still vary shapes and dyes ;
Then painted butterflies.
DR. SWIFT. THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON
DARSON, these things in thy possessing,
Lo here the Septuagint,--and Paul,
He that has these, may pass his life,