WEEPING.

WHILE Celia's Tears make forrow bright,

Proud grief fits swelling in her eyes :

The Sun, next those the fairest light,
Thus from the Ocean firft did rife:
And thus thro' Mifts we fee the Sun,
Which elfe we durft not gaze upon.

These filver drops, like morning dew,
Foretell the fervour of the day :

So from one cloud foft fhowers we view,
And blafting lightnings burst away.

The stars that fall from Celia's eye,
Declare our Doom in drawing nigh.

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The Baby in that funny Sphere

So like a Phaeton appears,

That Heav'n, the threaten'd World to spare,
Thought fit to drown him in her Tears:

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Elfe might th' ambitious Nymph aspire,
To fet, like him, Heaven too on fire.

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And vary'd Tulips fhow fo dazling gay,
Blufhing in bright diversities of day.

Each painted flowret in the lake below
Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow;
And pale Narciffus on the bank, in vain
Transformed, gazes on himself again.
Here aged trees Cathedral Walks compofe,
And mount the hill in venerable rows;
There the green Infants in their beds are laid,
The Garden's Hope, and its expected shade.
Here Orange trees with blooms and pendants shine,
And vernal honours to their autumn join;

Exceed their promife in their ripen'd store,
Yet in the rifing bloffom promise more.

There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play,
By Laurels fhielded from the piercing day:
Where Daphne, now a tree, as once a maid,
Still from Apollo vindicates her shade,

Still turns her beauties from th' invading beam,
Nor feeks in vain for fuccour to the stream,
The stream at once preferves her virgin leaves,
At once a fhelter from her boughs receives.
Where Summer's beauty midst of Winter stays,
And Winter's Coolnefs fpite of Summer's rays.

WEEP

WH

WEEPING.

eyes:

HILE Celia's Tears make forrow bright,
Proud grief fits swelling in her
The Sun, next those the fairest light,
Thus from the Ocean first did rife:
And thus thro' Mifts we see the Sun,
Which elfe we durft not gaze upon.

These filver drops, like morning dew,
Foretell the fervour of the day :

So from one cloud foft fhowers we view,

And blafting lightnings burst away. The ftars that fall from Celia's eye, Declare our Doom in drawing nigh.

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The Baby in that funny Sphere

So like a Phaeton appears,

That Heav'n, the threaten'd World to spare,
Thought fit to drown him in her Tears:

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Elfe might th' ambitious Nymph aspire,
To fet, like him, Heaven too on fire.

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V.

E. OF ROCHESTER..

ON SILENCE.

SILENCE! coeval with Eternity;

Thou wert, erè Nature's self began to be, 'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee. II.

Thine was the fway, ere heaven was form'd, or earth, Ere fruitful Thought conceiv'd creation's birth, Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant forth.

III.

Then various elements, against thee join'd,

In one more various animal combin'd,

And fram'd the clamorous race of busy Human-kind.

IV.

The tongue mov'd gently firft, and fpeech was low, Till wrangling Science taught it noise and show, And wicked Wit arofe, thy most abufive foe.

V.

But rebel Wit deferts thee oft in vain;

Loft in the maze of Words he turns again,

And seeks a furer state, 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 modest Dulness 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 last that Wisdom feeks for rest.

IX.

Silence, the knave's repute, the whore's good name, The only honour of the wifhing dame;

Thy 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 Senate, and at Bar, how welcome wouldst thou be! XI.

Yet fpeech ev'n there, fubmiffively withdraws,

From rights of fubjects, and the poor man's cause: Then pompous Silence reigns, and fills the noisy Laws. XII.

Paft fervices of friends, good deeds of foes,

What Favourites gain, and what the Nation owes, Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repose. XIII.

The country wit, religion of the town,

The courtier's learning, policy o' th' gown,
Are best by thee exprefs'd; and fhine in thee alone.
XIV.

The parfon's cant, the lawyer's fophiftry,
Lord's quibble, critic's jeft; all end in thee,
All reft in peace at last, and fleep eternally.

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