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In Delia's hand this toy is fatal found,
Nor could that fabled dart more surely wound :
Both gifts destructive to the givers prove;
Alike both lovers fall by those they love.
Yet guiltless too this bright destroyer lives,
At random wounds, nor knows the wound she gives :
She views the story with attentive eyes,
And pities Procris while her lover dies.

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COWLEY.

THE GARDEN.

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FAIN would my Muse the flowery treasure sing,

And humble glories of the youthful Spring;
Where opening roses breathing sweets diffuse,
And soft carnations shower their balmy dews;
Where lilies smile in virgin robes of white,
The thin undress of superficial light,
And varied tulips show so dazzling gay,
Blushing in bright diversities of day.
Each painted floweret in the lake below
Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow;
And pale Narcissus on the bank, in vain
Transformed, gazes on himself again.
Here aged trees cathedral walks compose,
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 promise in the ripen'd store,
Yet in the rising blossom promise more.
There in bright drops the crystal fountains play,
By laurels shielded 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 seeks in vain for succour to the stream.

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The stream at once preserves her virgin leaves,
At once a shelter from her boughs receives,
Where summer's beauty midst of winter stays,
And winter's coolness spite of summer's rays.

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WEEPING.

WHILE
CHILE Celia's tears make sorrow bright,

Proud grief sits swelling in her eyes ;
The sun, next those the fairest light,

Thus from the ocean first did rise :
And thus through mists we see the sun,
Which else we durst not gaze upon.

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These silver drops, like morning dew,

Foretel the fervour of the day :
So from one cloud soft showers we view,

And blasting 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 sunny sphere

So like a Phaëton appears,
That Heaven, the threaten'd world to spare,

Thought fit to drown him in her tears ;
Else might th' ambitious nymph aspire
To set, like him, heaven too on fire.

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EARL 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.

4 [The verses on Silence were “done at fourteen years old,” as the poet expresses it. They first appeared in Lintot's Miscellany for 1712, along with the satirical lines, “ To the Author of a Poem called Successio.” The two pieces are there entitled, “Two Copies of Verses, written some years since, in Imitation of the style of Two Persons of Quality.”]

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Thine was the sway ere heaven was form’d, or earth,
Ere fruitful thought conceived creation's birth,
Or midwife word gave aid, and spoke the infant forth.
Then various elements against thee join'd,
In one more various animal combined,
And framed the clamorous race of busy human-kind.

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The tongue moved 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,
And seeks a surer state, and courts thy gentle reign.

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Afflicted sense thou kindly dost set free,
Oppress'd with argumental tyranny,
And routed reason finds a safe retreat in thee.

With thee in private modest dulness lies,
And in thy bosom lurks in thought's disguise ;
Thou varnisher of fools, and cheat of all the wise !

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Yet thy indulgence is by both confess'd :
Folly by thee lies sleeping in the breast,
And 'tis in thee at last that wisdom seeks for rest.

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Silence! the knave's repute, the whore's good name,
The only honour of the wishing dame;
The very want of tongue makes thee a kind of fame.

But couldst thou seize some tongues that now are free,
How church and state should be obliged to thee !
At senate and at bar how welcome wouldst thou be!

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Yet speech even 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.

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The country wit, religion of the town,
The courtier's learning, policy of the gown,
Are best by thee express'd, and shine in thee alone.
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.

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VI.

EARL OF DORSET.5

ARTEMISIA.

THOUGH Artemisia talks by fits

Of councils, classics, fathers, wits ;
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.

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Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride,
Such nastiness and so much pride

Are oddly joined by fate :
On her large squab you find her spread,
Like a fat corpse upon a bed,

That lies and stinks in state.

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5 [This and the following piece are evidently much later productions. They were not published at first as imitations, and indeed have nothing to distinguish them from Pope's other satirical productions. “Artemisia" is supposed to be the Princess, afterwards Queen Caroline, whom Bolingbroke also ridicules for her affectation of learning and learned society. Some of the lines would seem to apply to Lady Mary Wortley Montagu-at least to the representations of Lady Mary drawn by Pope and Horace Walpole. “Phryne,” in another of our author's satires, is Miss Skerrett, the mistress and afterwards the second wife of Sir Robert Walpole; but the Phryne of this piece must be a fancy picture. “Molly Skerrett" was not remarkable for learning, “whether the Italian or the Dutch," nor for changing religions and climes. Possibly Lady Mary may again be glanced at here; but the once famous Aphra Behn would best suit the character. Her adventures at Surinam, her residence at Holland as a British spy during the Dutch war, and her various gallantries, novels, and plays, rendered her a conspicuous person in her own times. She died in 1689, and was buried in Westminster Abbey.]

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She wears no colours (sign of grace)
On any part except her face :

All white and black beside :
Dauntless her look, her gesture proud,
Her voice theatrically loud,

And masculine her stride.
So have I seen, in black and white,
A prating thing, a magpie hight,

Majestically stalk;
A stately worthless animal,
That plies the tongue, and wags the tail,

All flutter, pride, and talk.

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PHRYNE.

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PHRYNE had talents for mankind,

Open she was and unconfined,
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,
Whether the Italian or the Dutch,

Spaniards or French came to her;
To all obliging she'd appear ;
'Twas “Si, Signior,” 'twas " Yaw, Mynheer,”

'Twas “S'il vous plaît, Monsieur.”
Obscure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
Still changing names, religions, climes,

At length she turns a bride:
In diamonds, pearls, and rich brocades,
She shines the first of batter'd jades,

And flutters in her pride.
So have I known those insects fair
(Which curious Germans hold so rare)

Still vary shapes and dyes ;
Still gain new titles with new forms ;
First grubs obscene, then wriggling worms,

Then painted butterflies.

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