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Candid to alii but to himself severe, ..,,-• .
In Humour pliant, as in Life austere.
A wife Content his even Soul secur'd,
By Want not shaken, nor by Wealth allur'd.
To all sincere, tho' earnest to commend,
Could praise a Rival, or condemn a Friend.
Their Tongues, their Spirits, and their Styles his
Yet to the Bard his Churchill's Soul they gave, And made him seorn the Life they could not save;
Else could"ne bear unmov'd the fatal Guest, The Weight that all his fainting Limbs opprest, TheCoughs that strugled from his weary Breast? Could he unmov'd approaching Death sustain? It6 flow Advances, and its racking Pain? Could he serene his weeping Friends survey, In his last Hours his easie Wit display, Like the rich Fruit he sings, delicious in decay ?.
v Once on thyFriends look down,IamentedShade, And view the Honours to thy Ashes paid; Some thy lov'd Dust in Tarian Stones enihrinej>rtal Epitaphs design,; y rit,andStrengtb,that ooly yields to thine1: J liaissul loir - . .:r . . .*
Even Even I, though flow to touch the painful String,
Awake from Slumber, and attempt to sing.
Thee, Philips, thee despairing Vaga mourns,
And gentle IJis soft Complaints returns;
^Dormer laments amidst the Wars Alarms,
And Cecil weeps in beauteous Tufton's Arms:^,
Thee on the Po kind Somerset deplores,
And ev'n that charming Scene his Grief restores:
He to thy Loss each mournful Air applies, *)
Mindful of thee on huge Taburnus lies,
But most at F/r^i/'sTomb his swelling SorrowsV
But you, his darling Friends, lament no more, Display his Fame, and not his Fate deplore $ And let no Tears from erring Pity flow, For One that's blest above, immortalitfd below.
, :V Mx THE
Fifth Elegy of the Third Book of Ovidj Amours.
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By Mr. CROMWELL.
j'TT'i Was in the midst, and silent dead of Night, - -*- When heavy Sleep oppress'd my weary] This Vision did my troubled Mind affright. To Sol expos'd there stood a rising Ground, Whicfaipast beneath a spacious Shade around ;i A gloomy Grove of spreading Oaks below, And various Birds were perch'd on ev'ry Bough:
Just on the Margin of a Verdant Mead,'
Where murmuring Brooks refreshing Waters To slaun the Heat I sought this cool Recess; But in. this Shade I felt my Heat no less: When browzing o'er the Flowry Grafs appear'd A lovely Cow, the fairest of the Herd; By spotless White distinguifh'd from the rest; Whiter than Milk from her own Udders prest, Whiter than falling, or, the driven Snow, Before descending Mists can make it flow.- She with a lusty Bull, her happy Mate, Delighted, on the tender Herbage fate; There,as he crops the Flowers,and chews the Cud, Feasting a second Time upon his Food, His Limbs with sudden Heaviness oppress'd, He bends his Head, and sinks to pleasing Rest. A noisie Crow, cleaving the liquid Air, Thrice withlewd Bill peck'd off the Heifer's. Hair;