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Here orange trees with blooms and pendants shine,
While 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;
Foretell the fervour of the day :
And blasting lightnings burst away.
The baby in that sunny sphere .
So like a Phaeton appears,
Thought fit to drown him in her tears :
EARL OF ROCHESTER.
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. heav'n was formed, or
earth: Ere fruitful thought conceived creation's birth, Or midwife word gave aid, and spoke the infant forti.
The various elements against thee join'd
In one more various animal combined,
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,
Afflicted sense thou kindly dost set free,
Oppress'd with argumental tyranny,
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 !
Yet thy indulgence is by both confess'd;
Folly by thee lies sleeping in the breast,
Silence, the knave's repute, the whore's good name,
The only honour of the wishing dame;
Yet speech e'en 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 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.
EARL OF DORSET.
Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke;
And wear a cleaner smock.
Are oddly join'd by fate :
That lies and stinks in state.
All white and black beside:
And masculine her stride.
So have I seen, in black and white,
All flutter, pride, and talk.
PIIRYNE. PHRYNE had talents for mankind, Open she was, and unconfined,
Like some free port of trade;
Here first their entry made.
Spaniards or French came to her ;
'Twas. S'il vous plait, Monsieur.' Obscure by birth, renown'd by crimes, Still changing names, religion, climes,
At length she turns a bride :
And flutters in her pride.
Still vary shapes and dyes ;
Then painted butterflies.
DR. SWIFT. THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON. PARSON, these things in thy possessing, Are better than the bishop's blessing:
A wife that makes conserves; a steed
He that has these, may pass his life,
THE DESIGN. HAVING proposed to write some pieces on human life and manners, such as (to use my lord Bacon's expression) 'come home to men's business and bosoms,' I thought it more satisfactory to begin with considering man in the abstract, his nature, and his state ; since, to prove any moral duty, to enforce any