damn'd for want of Wickedness He 'l therefore use his Wit another way And next the ugliness of Vice display Tho against Vertue once he drew his Pen He 'l ne're for ought but her defence agen Had he a Genius and Poetick rage Great as the Vices of this guilty Age. Were he all Gall and arm'd with store of spight 'T were worth his pains to undertake to write To noble Satyr he 'd direct his aim And by 't Mankind and Poetry reclaim He 'd shoot his Quills just like a Porcupine At Vice and make them stab in every Line The world should learn to blush And dread the Vengeance of his pointed Wit Which worse than their own Consciences should fright And all should think him Heav'ns just Plague design'd To visit for the sins of lewd Mankind THE PASSION OF BYBLIS IN Ovid's Metamorphosis Imitated in English LONDON Printed for Jo. Hindmarsh 1685. THE Passion of Byblis OUT OF Ovid's Metamorphosis B. 9. F. 11. Beginning at Byblis in exemplo est ut ament concessa puellae And ending with Modumque Exit infelix committit saepe repelli YOU heedless Maids whose young and tender hearts Unwounded yet have scap'd the fatal darts Let the sad tale of wretched Byblis move And learn by her to shun forbidden Love Not all the plenty all the bright resort Of gallant Youth that grac'd the Carian Court Could charm the hauty Nymph's disdainful heart Or from a Brother's guilty Love divert Caunus she-lov'd not as a Sister ought But Honour Blood and Shame alike forgot Caunus alone takes up her Thoughts and Eyes For him alone she wishes grieves and sighs At first her new-born Passion owns no name A glim'ring Spark scarce kindling into flame She thinks it no offence if from his Lip She snatch an harmless bliss if her fond clip With loose embraces oft his Neck surround And love is yet in debts of Nature drown'd But Love at length grows naughty by degrees And now she likes and strives her self to please Well-drest she comes arms her Eyes with darts Her Smiles with charms and all the studied arts Which practis'd Love can teach to vanquish hearts Industrious now she labours to be fair And envies all whoever fairer are Yet knows she not she loves but still does grow Insensibly the thing she does not know Strict honour yet her check'd desires does bind And modest thoughts on this side wish confin'd Only within she sooths her pleasing flames And now the hated terms of Blood disclaims Brother sounds harsh she the unpleasing word Strives to forget and oftner calls him Lord And when the name of Sister grates her ear Could wish't unsaid and rather Byblis hear Nor dare she yet with waking thoughts admit A wanton hope but when returning night With Sleep's soft gentle spell her Senses charms Kind fancy often brings him to her Arms In them she oft does the lov'd Shadow seem To grasp and joys yet blushes too in Dream She wakes and long in wonder silent lies And thinks on her late pleasing Extasies Now likes and now abhors her guilty flame By turns abandon'd to her Love and Shame At length her struggling thoughts an utt'rance find And vent the wild disorders of her mind Ah me she cries kind Heaven avert what means This boading form that nightly rides my dreams Grant 'em untrue why should lewd hope divine Ah! why was this too charming Vision seen 'T is true by the most envious wretch that sees He 's own'd all fair and lovely own'd a prize Worthy the conquest of the brightest eyes A prize that wou'd my high'st Ambition fill All I could wish but he 's my brother still That cruel word for ever must disjoyn Nor can I hope but thus to have him mine Since then I waking never must possess Let me in sleep at least enjoy the bliss And sure nice Vertue can't forbid me this Kind sleep does no malicious spies admit Yet yields a lively semblance of delight Gods what a scene of joy was that how fast I clasp'd the Vision to my panting breast With what fierce bounds I sprung to meet my bliss While my rapt soul flew out in every kiss Till breathless saint and foftly sunk away I all dissolv'd in reeking pleasures lay How sweet is the remembrance yet though night Too hasty fled drove on by envious light O that we might the Laws of Nature break How well would Caunus me an Husband make How well to Wise might he his Byblis take Wou'd God! in all things we had partners bin Besides our Parents and our fatal Kin Wou'd thou wert nobler I more meanly born Then guiltless I 'd despair'd and suffer'd scorn Happy that Maid unknown whoe're shall prove so blest so envied to deserve thy love Unhappy me whom the same womb did joyn Which now forbids me ever to be thine Curst fate that we alone in that agree By which we ever must divided be And must we be what meant my Vision then Are they and all their dear presages vain Have Dreams no credit but with easie love Or do they hit sometimes and faithful prove The Gods forbid yet those whom I invoke Have lov'd like me have their own Sisters took Great Saturn and his greater Off-spring Iove Both stock'd their Heaven with Incestuous love Gods have their priviledge why do I strive To strain my Hopes to their Prerogative No let me banish this forbidden fire Or quench it with my Blood and with 't expire Unstain'd in honour and unhurt in fame Let the Grave bury my Love and Shame But when at my last hour I gasping lie Let only my kind Murderer be by Let him while I breath out my soul in sighs Or gaz't away look on with pitying eyes Let him for sure he can't deny me this Seal my cold Lips with one dear parting Kiss Besides 't were vain should I alone agree To what anothers Will must ratifie Cou'd I be so abandon'd to consent What I have pass for good and innocent He may perhaps as worst of Crimes resent Yet we amongst our Race examples find Of Brothers who have been to Sisters kind Fam'd Canace cou'd thus successful prove Cou'd Crown her wishes in a Brother's love But whence cou'd I these instances produce How came I witty to my ruin thus Whither will this mad frenzy hurry on Hence hence you naughty flames far hence be gone Nor let me e're the shameful Passion own And yet shou'd he address I shou'd forgive I fear I fear I shou'd his suit receive Shall therefore I who cou'd not love disown Offer'd by him not mine to make him known And canst thou speak can thy bold tongue declare Yes Love shall force and now methinks I dare But lest fond modesty at length refuse I will some sure and better method chuse A Letter shall my secret flames disclose And hide my Blushes but reveal their cause This takes and 't is resolv'd as soon as said With this she rais'd her self upon her bed And
hopes have done and my design That or the day should then have alter'd been But rather the unlucky day when Heaven Such ominous proofs of its dislike had given And so it had had not mad Passion sway'd And Reason been by blinder Love misled Besides alas I shou'd my self have gone Nor made my Pen a proxy to my Tongue Much more I cou'd have spoke much more have told Than a short Letter 's narrow room would hold He might have seen my looks my wishing Eyes My melting Tears and heard my begging Sighs About his Neck I could have flung my Arms And been all over Love all over Charms Grasp'd and hung on his Knees and there have dyed There breath'd my gasping Soul out if denied This and ten thousand things I might have done To make my Passion with advantage known Which if they each could not have bent his mind Yet surely all had forc'd him to be kind Perhaps he whom I sent was too in fault Nor rightly tim'd his Message as he ought I fear he went in some ill-chosen hour When cloudy weather made his temper lour Not those calm seasons of the mind which prove The fittest to receive the seeds of Love These things have ruin'd me for doubtless he Is made of humane flesh and blood like me He suck'd no Tygress sure nor Mountain Bear Nor does his Breast relentless Marble wear He must he shall consent again I 'll try And try again if he again deny No scorn no harsh repulse or rough defeat Shall ever my desire or hopes rebate My earnest suits shall never give him rest While Life and Love more durable shall last Alive I 'll press till breath in pray'rs be lost And after come a kind beseeching Ghost For if I might what I have done recall The first point were not to have don 't at all But since 't is done the second to be gain'd Is now to have what I have sought attain'd For he though I should now my wishes quit Can never my unchast attempts forget Should I desist 't will be believ'd that I By slightly asking taught him to deny Or that I tempted him with wily fraud And snares for his unwary honour laid Or what I sent and the belief were just Were not th' efforts of Love but shameful Lust. In fine I now dare any thing that 's ill I 've writ I have solicited my will Has been debauch'd and shou'd I thus give out I cannot chast and innocent be thought Much there is wanting still to be fulfill'd Much to my wish but little to my guilt She spoke but such is her unsetled mind It 〈◊〉 from thought to thought like veering wind Now to this point and now to that inclin'd What she could wish had unattempted been She strait is eager to attempt agen What she repents she acts and now le ts loose The reins to Love nor any bounds allows Repulse upon repulse umov'd she bears And still sues on while she her suit despairs A SATYR Upon a WOMAN who by her Falshood and Scorn was the Death of my Friend NO she shall ne're escape if Gods there be Unless they perjur'd grow and false as she Though no strange Judgment yet the Murd'ress seize To punish her and quit the partial Skies Though no revenging lightniâ—…g yet has flasht From thence that might her criminal beauties blast Tho they in their old lustre still prevail By no disease nor guilt it self made pale Guilt which should blackest Moors themselves but own Would make through all their night new blushes dawn Though that kind soul who now augments the blest Thither too soon by her unkindness chas'd Where may it be her small'st and lightest doom For that 's not half my curse never to come Though he when prompted by the high'st despair Ne're mention'd her without an Hymn or Prayer And could by all her scorn be forc'd no more Than Martyrs to revile what they adore Who had he curst her with his dying breath Had done but just and Heaven had forgave Tho ill-made Law 〈◊〉 Sentence has ordain'd For her no Statute has her Guilt arraign'd For Hangmen Womens Scorn and Doctors skill All by a licenc'd way of murder kill Tho she from Justice of all these go free And boast perhaps in her success and cry 'T was but a little harmless perjury Yet think she not she still secure shall prove Or that none dare avenge an injur'd Love I rise in Judgement am to be to her Both Witness Judge and Executioner Arm'd with dire Satyr and resentful spite I come to haunt her with the ghosts of Wit My Ink unbid starts out and flies on her Like blood upon some touching murderer And shou'd that fail rather than want I wou'd Like Haggs to curse her write in my own blood Ye spightful pow'rs if any there can be That boast a worse and keener spite than I Assist with Malice and your mighty aid My sworn Revenge and help me Rhime her dead Grant I may fix such brands of Infamy So plain so deeply grav'd on her that she Her Skill Patches nor Paint all joyn'd can hide And which shall lasting as her Soul abide Grant my strong hate may such strong poison cast That every breath may taint and rot and blast Till one large Gangrene quite o'respread her fame With foul contagion till her odious name Spit at and curst by every mouth like mine Be terror to her self and all her line Vilest of that viler Sex who damn'd us all Ordain'd to cause and plague us for our fall WOMAN nay worse for she can nought be said But Mummy by some Dev'l inhabited Not made in Heaven's Mint but base coin'd She wears an humane image stampt on Fiend And whoso Marriage would with her contract Is Witch by Law and that a meer compact Her Soul if any Soul in her there be By Hell was breath'd into her in a lye And its whole stock of falshood there was lent As if hereafter to be true it meant Bawd Nature taught her jilting when she made And by her make design'd her for the trade Hence 't was she daub'd her with a painted Face That she at once might better cheat and please All those gay charming looks that court the eye Are but an ambush to hide treachery Mischief adorn'd with pomp and smooth disguise A painted skin stuff'd full of guile and lyes Within a gawdy Case a nasty Soul Like T of quality in a gilt Close-stool Such on a Cloud those flatt'ring colours are Which only serve to dress a Tempest fair So Men upon this Earth's fair surface dwell Within are Fiends and at the center Hell Court-promises the Leagues which States-men make With more convenience and more ease to break The Faith a Jesuit in allegiance swears Or a Town-jilt to keeping Coxcombs bears Are firm and certain all compar'd with hers Early in falshood at her Font she lied And should ev'n then for Perjury been tried Her Conscience stretch'd and open as
next Morning vig'rous for the Fight Fresh as the Day and active as the Light No Maid that ever under me took pay From my Embrace went unoblig'd away Bless'd he who in Loves service yields his Breath Grant me ye Gods so sweet to wish'd a Death In bloudy Fields let Souldiers meet their Fate To purchase dear bought Honour at the rate Let greedy Merchants trust the faithless Main And shipwrack Life and Soul for sordid gain Dying let me expire in gasps of Lust And in a gush of Joy give up the Ghost And some kind pitying Friend shall say of me So did he live and so deserv'd to die A FRAGMENT of PETRONIUS PARAPHRAS'D Foeda est in coitu brevis voluptas c. I Hate Fruition now 't is past 'T is all but nastiness at best The homeliest thing that man can do Besides 't is short and fleeting too A squirt of slippery Delight That with a moment takes its flight A fulsom Bliss that soon does cloy And makes us loath what we enjoy Then let us not too eager run By Passion blindly hurried on Like Beasts who nothing better know Than what meer Lust 〈◊〉 them to For when in Flouds of Love we 're dronch'd The Flames are by enjoyment quench'd But thus let 's thus together lie And kiss out long Eternity Here we dread no conscious Spies No blushes stain our guiltless Joys Here no Faintness dulls Desires And Pleasure never flags nor tires This has pleas'd and pleases now And for Ages will do so Enjoyment here is never done But fresh and always but begun AN ODE OF ANACREON PARAPHRAS'D The CUP 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 c. MAke me a Bowl a mighty Bowl Large as my capacious Soul Vast as my thirst is let it have Depth enough to be my Grave I mean the Grave of all my Care For I intend to bury't there Let it of Silver fashion'd be Worthy of Wine worthy of me Worthy to adorn the Spheres As that bright Cup amongst the Stars That Cup which Heaven deign'd a place Next the Sun its greatest Grace Kind Cup that to the Stars did go To light poor Drunkards her below Let mine be so and give me light That I may drink and revel by 't Yet draw no shapes of Armour there No Cask nor Shield nor Sword nor Spear Nor Wars of Thebes nor Wars of Troy Nor any other martial Toy For what do I vain Armour prize Who mind not such rough Exercise But gentler Sieges softer Wars Fights that cause no Wounds or Scars I 'll have no Battels on my Plate Lest sight of them should Brawls create Lest that provoke to Quarrels too Which Wine it self enough can do Draw me no Constellations there No Ram nor Bull nor Dog nor Bear Nor any of that monstrous fry Of Animals which stock the sky For what are Stars to my Design Stars which I when drunk out-shine Out-shone by every drop of Wine I lack no Pole-Star on the Brink To guide in the wide Sea of Drink But would for ever there be tost And wish no Haven seek no Coast. Yet Gentle Artist if thou 'lt try Thy Skill then draw me let me see Draw me first a spreading Vine Make its Arms the Bowl entwine With kind embraces such as I Twist about my loving she Let its Boughs o're-spread above Scenes of Drinking Scenes of Love Draw next the Patron of that Tree Draw Bacchus and sost Cupid by Draw them both in toping Shapes Their Temples crown'd with cluster'd Grapes Make them lean against the Cup As 't were to keep their Figures up And when their reeling Forms I view I 'll think them drunk and be so too The Gods shall my examples be The Gods thus drunk in Effigy An Allusion to MARTIAL BOOK I. EPIG 118. AS oft Sir Tradewel as we meet You 're sure to ask me in the street When you shall send your Boy to me To fetch my Book of Poetry And promise you 'l but read it o're And faithfully the Loan restore But let me ye as a Friend You need not take the pains to send 'T is a long way to where I dwell At farther end of Clarkenwel There in a Garret near the Sky Above five pair of Stairs I lie But if you 'd have what you pretend You may procure it nearer hand In Cornhil where you often go Hard by th' Exchange there is you know A Shop of Rhime where you may see The Posts all clad in Poetry There H lives of high renown The noted'st TORY in the Town Where if you please enquire for me And he or 's Prentice presently From the next Shelf will reach you down The Piece well bound for half a Crown The Price is much too dear you cry To give for both the Book and me Yes doubtless for such vanities We know Sir you are too too wise THE DREAM Written March 10. 1677. LAte as I on my Bed reposing lay And in soft sleep forgot the Toils of Day My self my Cares and Love all charm'd to Rest And all the Tumults of my waking Breast Quiet and calm as was the silent Night Whose stillness did to that bless'd sleep invite I dreamt and strait this visionary Scene Did with Delight my Fancy entertain I saw methought a lonely Privacy Remote alike from man's and Heavens Eye Girt with the covert of a shady Grove Dark as my thoughts and secret as my Love Hard by a Stream did with that softness creep As 't were by its own murmurs husht asleep On its green Bank under a spreading Tree At once a pleasant and a shelt'ring Canopy There I and there my dear Cosmelia sate Nor envied Monarchs in our safe Retreat So heretofore were the first Lovers laid On the same Turf of which themselves were made A while I did her charming Glories view Which to their former Conquests added new A while my wanton hand was pleas'd to rove Through all the hidden Labyrinths of Love Ten thousand Kisses on her Lips I fix'd Which she with interfering Kisses mix'd Eager as those of Lovers are in Death When they give up their Souls too with the Breath Love by these Freedoms first became more bold At length unruly and too fierce to hold See then said I and pity charming Fair Yield quickly yield I can no longer bear Th' impatient Sallies of a Bliss so near Tou must and you alone these storms appease And lay those Spirits which your Charms could raise Come and in equal Flouds let 's quench our Flame Come let 's and unawares I went to name The Thing but stopt and blusht methought in Dream At first she did the rude Address disown And check'd my Boldness with an angry Frown But yielding Glances and consenting Eyes Prov'd the soft Traitors to her forc'd Disguise And soon her looks with anger rough e're while Sunk in the dimples of a calmer smile Then with a sigh into these words she broke And printed melting Kisses as she spoke Too strong Philander is thy
and Giant both my wishes fit Undress'd I think how killing she 'd appear If arm'd with all Advantages she were Richly attir'd she 's the gay Bait of Love And knows with Art to set her Beauties off I like the Fair I like the Red hair'd one And I can find attractions in the Brown If curling Jet adorn her snowy Neck The beauteous Leda is reported Black If curling Gold Aurora's painted so All sorts of Histories my Love does know I like the Young with all her blooming Charms And Age it self is welcome to my Arms There uncropt Beauty in its flow'r assails Experience here and riper sense prevails In fine whatever of the Sex are known To stock this spacious and well furnish'd Town Whatever any single man can find Agreeable of all the num'rous kind At all alike my haggard Love does fly And each is Game and each a Miss for me BOOK II. ELEGY V. To his Mistris that jilted him Nullus amor tanti est abeas pharetrate Cupido c. NAY then the Devil take all Love if I So oft for its damn'd sake must wish to die What can I wish for but to die when you Dear faithless Thing I find could prove untrue Why am I curs'd with Life why am I fain For thee false Jilt to bear eternal Pain 'T is not thy Letters which thy Crimes reveal Nor secret Presents which thy Falshood tell Would God! my just suspicions wanted cause That they might prove less fatal to my ease Would God! less colour for thy guilt there were But that alas too much of proof does bear Bless'd he who what he loves can justifie To whom his Mistris can the Fact deny And boldly give his Jealousie the lye Cruel the Man and uncompassionate And too indulgent to his own Regret Who seeks to have her guilt too manifest And with the murd'ring secret stabs his Rest. I saw when little you suspected me When sleep you thought gave opportunity Your Crimes I saw and these unhappy eyes Of all your hidden stealths were Witnesses I saw in signs your mutual Wishes read And Nods the message of your Hearts convey'd I saw the conscious Board which writ all o're With scrawls of Wine Love's mystick Cypher bore Your Glances were not mute but each bewray'd And with your Fingers Dialogues were made I understood the Language out of hand For what 's too hard for Love to understand Full well I understood for what intent All this dumb Talk and silent Hints were meant And now the Ghests were from the Table fled And all the Company retir'd to bed I saw you then with wanton Kisses greet Your Tongues I saw did in your Kisses meet Not such as Sisters to their Brothers give But Lovers from their Mistrisses receive Such as the God of War and Paphian Queen Did in the height of their Embraces joyn Patience ye Gods I cried what is 't I see Unfaithful why this Treachery to me How dare you let another in my sight Invade my native Property and Right He must not shall not do 't by Love I swear I 'll seize the bold usurping Ravisher Tâ—… are my Free hold and the Fates design That you should be unalienably mine These Favours all to me impropriate are How comes another then to trespass here This and much more I said by Rage inspir'd While conscious shame her Cheeks with Blushes fir'd Such lovely stains the face of Heav'n adorn When Light 's first blushes paint the bashful Morn So on the Bush the flaming Rose does glow When mingled with the Lillies neighb'ring Snow This or some other Colour much like these The semblance then of here Complexion was And while her Looks that sweet Disorder wore Chance added Beauties undisclos'd before Upon the ground she cast her jetty Eyes Her Eyes shot fiercer Darts in that Disgulse Her Face a sad and mournful Air express'd Her Face more lovely seem'd in sadness dress'd Urg'd by Revenge I hardly could forbear Her braided Locks and tender Cheeks to tear Yet I no sooner had her Face survey'd But strait the tempest of my Rage was laid A look of her did my Resentments charm A look of her did all their Force disarm And I that fierce outrageous thing e're-while Grow calm as Infants when in sleep they smile And now a Kiss am humbly fain to crave She smil'd and strait a throng of Kisses prest The worst of which should Jove himself but taste The brandish'd Thunder from his Hand would wrest Well-pleas'd I was and yet tormented too For fear my envied Rival felt them so Better they seem'd by far than I ere taught And she in them shew'd something new methought Fond jealous I my self the Pleasure grutch And they displeas'd because they pleas'd too much When in my mouth I felt her darting Tongue My wounded Thoughts it with suspicion stung Nor is it this alone afflicts my mind More reason for complaint remains behind I grieve not only that she Kisses gave Tho that affords me cause enough to grieve Such never could be taught her but in Bed And Heav'n knows what Reward her Teacher had BOOK II. ELEGY X. To a Friend Acquainting him that he is in Love with two at one time Tu mihi tu certè memini Graecine negabas c. I 'VE heard my Friend and heard it said by you No man at once could ever well love two But I was much deceiv'd upon that score For single I at once love one and more Two at one time reign joyntly in my Breast Both handsom are both charming both well-dress'd And hang me if I know which takes me best This Fairer is thao that and that than this That more than this and this than that does please Tost like a Ship by diffrent gusts of Love Now to this Point and now to that I move Why Love why dost thou double thus my pains Was 't not enough to bear one Tyrant's chains Why Goddess do'st thou vainly lavish more On one that was top-full of Love before Yet thus I 'd rather love than not at all May that ill Curse my Enemies befal May my worst Foe be damn'd to love of none Be damn'd to Continence and lie alone Let Loves alarms each night disturb my Rest And drowsie sleep never approach my Breast Or strait-way thence be by new Pleasure chas'd Let Pleasure in succession keep my Sense Ever awake or ever in a Trance Let me lie melting in my fair One's Arms Riot in Bliss and surfeit on her Charms Let her undo me there without controul Drain nature quite suck out my very Soul And if by one I can't enough be drawn Give me another clap more Leeches on The Gods have made me of the sporting kind And for the Feat my Pliant Limbs design'd What Nature has in Bulk to me denied In Sinews and in vigour is supplied And should my Strength be wanting to Desire Pleasure would add new Fewel to the Fire Oft in soft Battels have I spent the Night Yet rose
hints and notices And when you write again may be ofuse To furnish Satyr for your daring Muse. A Dithyrambick The Drunkards Speech in a Mask Written in Aug. 1677. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I. YES you are mighty wise I warrant mighty wise With all your godly Tricks and Artifice Who think to chouse me of my dear and pleasant Vice Hence holy Sham in vain your fruitless Toil Go and some unexperienc'd Fop beguile To some raw ent'ring Sinner cant and Whine Who never knew the worth of Drunkenness and Wine I 've tried and prov'd and found it all Divine It is resolv'd I will drink on and die I 'll not one minute lose not I To hear your troublesom Divinity Fill me a top-full Glass I 'll drink it on the Knee Confusion to the next that spoils good Company II. That Gulp was worth a Soul like it it went And thorowout new Life and Vigour sent I feel it warm at once my Head and Heart I feel it all in all and all in every part Let the vile Slaves of Bus'ness toil and strive Who want the Leisure or the Wit to live While we Life's tedious journey shorter make And reap those Joys which they lack sense to take Thus live the Gods if ought above our selves there be They live so happy unconcern'd and free Like us they sit and with a careless Brow Laugh at the petty Jars of Humane kind below Like us they spend their Age in gentle Ease Like us they drink for what were all their Heav'n alas If sober and compell'd to want that Happiness III. Assist almighty Wine for thou alone hast Power And other I 'll invoke no more Assist while with just Praise I thee odore Aided by thee I dare thy worth rehearse In Flights above the common pitch of groveling Verse Thou art the Worlds great Soul that heav'nly Fire Which dost our dull half-kindled mass inspire We nothing gallant and above our selves produce Till thou do'st finish Man and Reinfuse Thou art the only source of all the world calls great Thou didst the Poets first and they the Gods create To thee their Rage their Heat their Flame they owe Thon runst half share with Art and Nature too They owe their Glory and Renown to thee Thou giv'st their Verse and them Eternity Great Alexander that big'st Word of Fame That fills her Throat and almost rends the same Whose Valour found the World too strait a Stage For his wide Victories and boundless Rage Got not Repute by War alone but thee He knew he ne'r could conquer by Sobriety And drunk as well as fought for universal Monarchy IV. Pox o' that lazy Claret how it stays Were it again to pass the Seas 'T would sooner be in Cargo here 'T is now a long East-India Voyage half a year ' Sdeath here 's a minute lost an Age I mean Slipt by and ne'r to be retriev'd again For pitty suffer not the precious Juyce to die Let us prevent our own and its Mortality Like it our Life with standing and Sobriety is pall'd And like it too when dead can never be recall'd Push on the Glass let it measure out each hour For every Sand an Health let 's pour Swift as the rowling Orbs above And let it too as regularly move Swift as Heav'ns drunken red-fac'd Traveller the Sun And never rest till his last Race be done Till time it self be all run out and we Have drunk our selves into Eternity V. Six in a hand begin we 'll drink it twice a piece A Health to all that love and honour Vice Six more as oft to the great Founder of the Vine A God he was I 'm sure or should have been The second Father of Mankind I meant He when the angry Pow'rs a Deluge sent When for their Crimes our sinful Race was drown'd The only bold and vent'rous man was found Who durst be drunk agen and with new Vice the World replant The mighty Patriarch 't was of blessed Memory Who scap'd in the great Wreck of all Mortality And stock'd the Globe afresh with a brave drinking Progeny In vain would spightful Nature us reclaim Who to small Drink our Isle thought fit to damn And set us out o' th' reach of Wine In hope strait Bounds could our vast Thirst confine He taught us first with Ships the Seas to roam Taught us from Forein Lands to fetch supply Rare Art that makes all the wide world our home Makes every Realm pay Tribute to our Luxury VI. Adieu poor tott'ring Reason tumble down This Glass shall all thy proud usurping Powers drown And Wit on thy cast Ruines shall erect her Throne Adieu thou fond Disturber of our Life That check'st our Joys with all our Pleasure art at strife I 've something brisker now to govern me A more exalted noble Faculty Above thy Logick and vain boasted Pedantry Inform me if you can ye reading Sots what 't is That guides th' unerring Deities They no base Reason to their Actions bring But move by some more high more heavenly thing And are without Deliberation wise Ev'n such is this at least 't is much the same For which dull Schoolmen never yet could find a name Call ye this madness damn that sober Fool 'T was sure some dull Philosopher some reas'ning Tool Who the reproachful Term did first devise And brought a scandal on the best of Vice Go ask me what 's the rage young Prophets feel When they with holy Frenzy reel Drunk with the Spirits of infus'd Divinity They rave and stagger and are mad like me VII Oh what an Ebb of Drink have we Bring us a Deluge fill us up the Sea Let the vast Ocean be our mighty Cup We 'll drink 't and all its Fishes too like Loaches up Bid the Canary Fleet land here we 'll pay The Fraight and Custom too defray Set every man a Ship and when the Store Is emptied let them strait dispatch and Sail for more 'T is gone and now have at the Rhine With all its petty Rivulets of Wine The Empire 's Forces with the Spanish well combine We 'll make their Drink too in confederacy joyn ' Ware France the next this Round Bourdeaux shall swallow Champagn Langon and Burgundy shall follow Quick let 's forestal Lorain We 'll starve his Army all their Quarters drain And without Treaty put an end to the Campagn Go set the Universe a tilt turn the Globe up Squeeze out the last the slow unwilling Drop A pox of empty Nature since the World 's drawa dry 'T is time we quit mortality 'T is time we now give out and die Lest we are plagu'd with Dulness and Sobriety Beset with Link boys we 'll in triumph go A Troop of stagg'ring Ghosts down to the Shades below Drunk we 'll march off and reel into the Tomb Natures convenient dark Retiring Room And there from Noiso remov'd and all tumultuous strife Sleep out the dull Fatigue and long Debauch of Life Tries to go off but tumbles
is the wanton Epicure Who a perpetual Surfeit will endure Who places all his chiefest Happiness In the Extravagancies of Excess Which wise Sobriety esteems but a Disease O mighty envied Happiness to eat Which fond mistaken Sots call Great Poor Frailty of our Flesh which we each day Must thus repair for fear of ruinous Decay Degrading of our Nature where vile Brutes are fain To make and keep up Man Which when the Paradise above we gain Heav'n thinks too great an Imperfection to retain By each Disease the sickly Joy's destroy'd At every Meal it 's nauseous and cloy'd Empty at best as when in Dream enjoy'd When cheated by a slumbering Imposture we Fancy a Feast and great Regalio's by And think we taste and think we see And riot on imaginary Luxury IX Grant me O Vertue thy more solid lasting Joy Grant me the better Pleasures of the Mind Pleasures which only in pursuit of thee we find Which Fortune cannot marr nor Chance destroy One Moment in thy blest Enjoyment is Worth an Eternity of that tumultuous Bliss Which we derive from Sense Which often cloys and must resign to Impotence Grant me but this how will I triumph in my happy State Above the Changes and Reverse of Fate Above her Favors and her Hate I 'll scorn the worthless Treasures of Peru And those of t' other Indies too I 'll pity Caesar's Self with all his Trophies and his Fame And the vile brutish Herd of Epicures contemn And all the Under-shrievalties of Life not worth a Name Nor will I only owe my Bliss Like others to a Multitude Where Company keeps up a forced Happiness Should all Mankind surcease to live And none but individual I survive Alone I would be happy and enjoy my Solitude Thus shall my Life in pleasant Minutes wear Calm as the Minutes of the Evening are And gentle as the motions of the upper Air Soft as my Muse and unconfin'd as she When flowing in the Numbers of Pindarique Liberty And when I see pale gastly Death appear That grand inevitable Test which all must bear Which best distinguishes the blest and wretched here I 'll smile at all it Horrors court my welcome Destiny And yield my willing Soul up in an eafie Sigh And Epicures that see shall envy and confess That I and those who dare like me be good the chiefest Good possess Virg. ECLOGUE VIII The Enchantment Poet Damon Alpheus Speakers DAmon and Alpheus the two Shepherds Strains I mean to tell and how they charm'd the Plains I 'll tell their charming Numbers which the Herd Unmindful of their Grass in Throngs admir'd At which fierce Savages astonish'd stood And every River stopt its list'ning Flood For you Great Sir whether with Cannons Roar You spread your Terror to the Holland Shore Or with a gentle and a steady Hand In Peace and Plenty rule your Native Land Shall ever that auspicious Day appear When I your glorious Actions shall declare It shall and I throughout the World rehearse Their Fame fit only for a Spencer's Verse With you my Muse began with you shall end Accept my Verse that waits on your Command And deign this Ivy Wreath a place may find Amongst the Laurels which your Temples bind 'T was at the time that Night 's cool shades withdrew And left the Grass all hung with Pearly Dew When Damon leaning on his Oaken Wand Thus to his Pipe in gentle Lays complain'd D. Arise thou Morning and drive on the Day While wretched I with fruitless words inveigh Against false Nisa while the Gods I call With my last Breath tho' hopeless to avail Tho' they regard not my Complaints at all Strike up my Pipe play me in tuneful Strains What I heard sung on the Maenalian Plains Maenalus ever has its warbling Groves And talking Pines it ever hears the Loves Of Shepherds and the Notes of Mighty Pan The first that would not let the Reeds untun'd remain Strike up my Pipe play me in tuneful Strains What I heard sung on the Maenalian Plains Mopsus weds Nisa Gods what Lover e'er Need after this have reason to despair Griffins shall now leap Mares and the next Age The Deer and Hounds in Friendship shall engage Go Mopsus get the Torches ready soon Thou happy Man must have the Bride anon Go Bridegroom quickly the Nut-scramble make The Evening-star quits Oeta for thy sake Strike up my Pipe play me in tuneful Strains What I heard sung on the Maenalian Plains How fitly art thou match'd who wast so nice Thou haughty Nymph who did'st all else despise Who slight'st so scornfully my Pipe my Herd My rough-grown Eye-brows and unshaven Beard And think'st no God does mortal things regard Strike up my Pipe play me in tuneful Strains What I heard sung on the Maenalian Plains I saw thee young and in thy Beauty 's Bloom To gather Apples with thy Mother come 'T was in our Hedge-rows I was there with Pride To shew you to the best and be your Guide Then I just entring my twelfth Year was found I then could reach the tender Boughs from Ground Heav'ns when I saw how soon was I undone How to my Heart did the quick Poyson run Strike up my Pipe play me in tuneful Strains What I heard sung on the Maenalian Plains Now I 'm convinc'd what Love is the cold North Sure in its craggy Mountains brought him forth Or Africk's wildest Desarts gave him Birth Amongst the Cannibals and Savage Race He never of our Kind or Countrey was Strike up my Pipe play me in tuneful Strains What I heard sung on the Maenalian Plains Dire Love did once a Mother's Hand embrue In Childrens Blood a cruel Mother thou Hard 't is to say of both which is the worst The cruel Mother or the Boy accurst He a curst Boy a cruel Mother thou The Devil a whit to chuse betwixt the two Strike up my Pipe play me in tuneful Strains What I heard sung on the Maenalian Plains Let Wolves by Nature shun the Sheep-folds now On the rough Oaks let Oranges now grow Let the coarse Alders bear the Daffadill And costly Amber from the Thorn distill Let Owls match Swans let Tyt'rus Orpheus be In the Woods Orpheus and Arion on the Sea Strike up my Pipe play me in tuneful Strains What I heard sung on the Maenalian Plains Let all the World turn Sea ye Woods adieu To some high Mountain's top I 'll get me now And thence my self into the Waters throw There quench my Flames and let the cruel She Accept this my last dying Will and Legacy Cease now my Pipe cease now those warbling Strains Which I heard sung on the Maenalian Plains This Damon's Song relate ye Muses now Alpheus Reply All cannot all things do A. Bring Holy Water sprinkle all around And see these Altars with soft Fillets bound Male-Frankincense and juicy Vervain burn I 'll try if I by Magick Force can turn here My stubborn Love I 'll try if I can fire His frozen Breast
subjected to his Yoke We read as great a Conqueror in thee Who couldst by milder ways all Hearts subdue The nobler Conquest of the two Thus thou whole Legions mad'ft the Captives be And like him too couldst look and speak thy Victory XVIII Hence may we Calculate the Tenderness Thou didst Express To all whom thou didst with thy Friendship bless To think of Passion by new Mothers bore To the young Offspring of their Womb Or that of Lovers to what they Adore Ere Duty it become We should too mean Ideas frame Of that which thine might justly claim And injure it by a degrading Name Conceive the tender Care Of guardian Angels to their Charge assign'd Or think how dear To Heaven Expiring Martyrs are These are the Emblems of thy mind The only Types to shew how thou wast kind XIX On whom soe're thou didst confer this Tye 'T was lasting as Eternity And firm as the unbroken Chain of Destiny Embraces would faint shadows of your Union show Unless you could together grow That Union which is from Alliance bred Does not so fastly wed Tho' it with Blood be cemented That Link wherewith the Soul and Body's joyn'd Which twists the double Nature in Mankind Only so close can bind That holy Fire which Romans to their Vesta paid Which they immortal as the Goddess made Thy noble Flames most fitly parallel For thine were just so pure and just so durable Those feigned Pairs of Faithfulness which claim So high a place in ancient Fame Had they thy better Patern seen They'd made their Friendship more divine And strove to mend their Characters by thine XX. Yet had this Friendship no advantage been Unless'twere exercis'd within What did thy Love to other Objects tie The same made thy own Pow'rs agree And reconcil'd thy self to thee No Discord in thy Soul did rest Save what its Harmony increast Thy mind did with such regular Calmness move As held resemblance with the greater Mind above Reason there fix'd its peaceful Throne And reign'd alone The Will its easie Neck to Bondage gave And to the ruling Faculty became a Slave The Passions rais'd no Civil Wars Nor discompos'd thee with intestine Jars All did obey And paid Allegiance to its rightful Sway. All threw their resty Tempers by And gentler Figures drew Gentle as Nature in its Infancy As when themselves in their first Beings grew XXI Thy Soul within such silent Pomp did keep As if Humanity were lull'd asleep So gentle was thy Pilgrimage beneath Time's unheard Feet scarce make less Noise Or the soft Journey which a Planet goes Life seem'd all calm as its last Breath A still Tranquillity so husht thy Breast As if some Halcyon were its Guest And there had built her Nest It hardly now enjoys a greater Rest. As that smooth Sea which wears the Name of Peaâ—… Still with one even Face appears And feels no Tides to change it from its place No Waves to alter the fair Form it bears As that unspotted Sky Where Nile does want of Rain supply Is free from Clouds from Storms is ever free So thy unvary'd mind was always one And with such clear Serenity still shone As caus'd thy little World to seem all temp'rate Zone XXII Let Fools their high Extraction boast And Greatness which no Travel but their Mothers cost Let 'em extol a swelling Name Which their 's by Will and Testament became At best but meer Inheritance As oft the Spoils as Gift of Chance Let some ill-plac't Repute on Scutcheons rear As fading as the Colors which those bear And prize a painted Field Which Wealth as soon as Fame can yield Thou scorn'dst at such low rates to purchase worth Nor couldst thou owe it only to thy Birth Thy self-born Greatness was above the Power Of Parents to entail or Fortune to deflower Thy Soul which like the Sun Heaven molded bright Disdain'd to shine with borrow'd Light Thus from himself th' Eternal Being grew And from no other Cause his Grandeur drew XXIII Howe'er if true Nobility Rather in Souls than in the Blood does lie If from thy better part we Measures take And that the Standard of our Value make Jewels and Stars become low Heraldry To blazon thee Thy Soul was big enough to pity Kings And lookt on Empires as poor humble things Great as his boundless mind Who thought himself in one wide Globe confin'd And for another pin'd Great as that Spirit whose large Powers rowl Thro' the vast Fabrick of this spatious Bowl And tell the World as well as Man can boast a Soul XXIV Yet could not this an Haughtiness beget Or thee above the common Level set Pride whose Alloy does best Endowments mar As things most lofty smaller still appear With thee did no Alliance bear Low Meritsoft are by too high Esteem bely'd Whose owners lessen while they raise their Price Thine were above the very Guilt of Pride Above all others and thy own Hyperbole In thee the wid'st Extreams were joyn'd The loftiest and the lowliest Mind Thus tho some part of Heav'ns vast Round Appear but low and seem to touch the Ground Yet 't is well known almost to bound the Spheres 'T is truly held to be above the Stars XXV While thy brave Mind preserv'd this noble Frame Thou stoodst at once secure From all the Flattery and Obloquy of Fame It s rough and gentler Breath were both to thee the same Nor this could thee exalt nor that depress thee lower But thou from thy great Soul on both look'dst down Without the small concernment of a smile or frown Heav'n lessdreads that it should fir'd be By the weak flitting Sparks that upwards fly Less the bright Goddess of the Night Fears those loud howlings that revile her Light Than thou malignant Tongues thy Worth should blast Which was too great for Envy's Cloud to overcast 'T was thy brave Method to despise Contempt And make what was the Fault the Punishment What more Assaults could weak Detraction raise When thou couldst Saint disgrace And turn Reproach to Praise So Clouds which would obscure the Sun oft guilded be And Shades are taught to shine as bright as he So Diamonds when envious Night Would shroud their Splendor look most bright And from its Darkness seem to borrow Light XXVI Had Heaven compos'd thy mortal Frame Free from Contagion as thy Soul or Fame Could Vertue been but Proof against Death's Arms Th'adst stood unvanquisht by these Harms Safe in a Circle made by thy own Charms Fond Pleasure whose soft Magick oft beguiles Raw unexperienc'd Souls And with smooth Flattery cajoles Could ne'er ensnare thee with her Wiles Or make thee Captive to her soothing Smiles In vain that Pimp of Vice assay'd to please In hope to draw thee to its rude Embrace Thy Prudence still that Syren past Without being pinion'd to the Mast All its Attempts were ineffectual found Heaven senc'd thy heart with its own Mound And forc'd the Tempter still from that forbidden Ground XXVII The mad Capricio's
in his Thigh deep went the killing smart But deeper far it goes in Venus heart His faithful Dogs about the Mountain yell And the hard Fate of their dead Master tell The troubled Nymphs alike in doleful strains Proclaim his death through all the Fields Plains But the sad Goddess most of all forlorn With love distracted and with sorrow torn Wild in her look and ruful in her air With Garments rent and with dishevel'd hair Through Brakes through Thickets and through pathless ways Through Woods through Haunts and Dens of Savages Undrest unshod careless of Honour Fame And Danger flies and calls on his lov'd name Rude Brambles as she goes her body tear And her cut feet with bloud the stones besmear She thoughtless of the unfelt smart flies on And fills the Woods and Vallies with her moan Loudly does on the Stars and Fates complain And prays them give Adonis back again But he alass the wretched Youth alas Lies cold and stiff extended on the grass There lies he steep'd in gore there lies he drown'd In purple streams that gush from his own wound All the soft band of Loves their Mother mourn At once of beauty and of love forlorn Venus has lost her Lover and each grace That sate before in triumph in her face By grief chas'd thence has now forsook the place That day which snatch'd Adonis from her arms That day bereft the Goddess of her charms The Woods and Trees in murmuring sighs bemoan The fate of her Adonis dead and gone The Rivers too as if they would deplore His death with grief swell higher than before The Flowers weep in tears of dreary dew And by their drooping heads their sorrow shew But most the Cyprian Queen with shrieks and groans Fills all the neighb'ring Hills and Vales and Towns The poor Adonis dead is all her cry Adonis dead sad Eccho does reply What cruel heart would not the Queen of Love To melting tears and soft compassion move When she saw how her wretched Lover fell Saw his deep wound saw it ineurable Soon as her eyes his bleeding wounds survey'd With eager clips she did his Limbs invade And these soft tender mournful things she said Whither O whither fli'st thou wretched Boy Stay my Adonis stay my only joy Ostay unhappy Youth at least till I With one kind word bespeak thee e're thou die Till I once more embrace thee till I seal Upon thy dying lips my last farewel Look up one minute give one parting kiss One kiss dear Youth to dry these flowing eyes One kiss as thy last Legacy I 'd fain Preserve no God shall take it off again Kiss while I watch thy swimming eye-balls roul Watch thy last gasp and catch thy springing soul. I 'll suck it in I 'll hoard it in my heart I with that facred pledg will never part But thou wilt part but thou art gone far gone To the dark shades and leav'st me here alone Thou dy'st but hopeless I must suffer life Must pine away with easless endless grief Why was I born a Goddess why was I Made such a wretch to want the pow'r to die If I by death my sorrows might redress If the cold Grave could to my pains give ease I 'd gladly die I 'd rather nothing be Than thus condemn'd to immortality In that vast empty void and boundless wast We mind not what 's to come nor what is past Of life or death we know no difference Nor hopes nor fears at all affect our sense But those who are of pleasure once bereft And must survive are most unhappy left To ravenous sorrow they are left a prey Nor can they ever drive despair away Take cruel Proserpine take my lov'd Boy Rich with my spoils do thou my loss enjoy Take him relentless Goddess for thy own Never till now wast thou my envy grown Hard Fate that thus the best of things must be Always the plunder of the Grave and thee The Grave and thou now all my hopes engross And I for ever must Adonis lose Thou' rt dead alas alas my Youth thou' rt dead And with thee all my pleasures too are fled They 're all like fleeting vanish'd dreams pass'd o're And nought but the remembrance left in store Of tasted joys ne're to be tasted more With thee my Cestos all my charms are gone Thy Venus must thy absence ever moan And spend the tedious live-long nights alone Ah! heedless Boy why would'st thou rashly choose Thy self to dang'rous pleasures to expose Why would'st thou hunt why would'st thou any more Venture with Dogs to chase the foaming Boar Thou wast all fair to mine to humane eyes But not alas to those wild Savages One would have thought thy sweetness might have charm'd The roughest kind the fiercest rage disarm'd Mine I am sure it could but wo is thee All wear not eyes all wear not breasts like me In such sad words the Dame her grief did vent While the Wing'd Loves kept time with her complaint As many drops of Bloud as from the wound Of slain Adonis fell upon the ground So many tears and more you might have told That down the cheeks of weeping Venus roul'd Both tears and bloud to new born flow'rs give rise Hence Roses spring and thence Anemonies Cease Venus in the Woods to mourn thy Love Thou 'st vented sighs thou 'st lavish'd tears enough See! Goddess where a glorious bed of State Does ready for thy dear Adonis wait This bed was once the Scene of Love and Joy But now must bear the wretched murder'd Boy There lies he like a pale and wither'd Flower Which some rude hand had cropt before its hour Yet smiles and beauties still live in his face Which death can never frighten from their place There let him lie upon that conscious bed Where you loves mysteries so oft have tried When you 've enjoy'd so many an happy night Each lengthen'd into ages of delight There let him lie there heaps of Flowers strow Roses and Lillies store upon him throw And myrtle Garlands lavishly bestow Pour Myrth and Balm and costliest Ointments on Flowers are faded Ointments worthless grown Now thy Adonis now thy Youth is gone Who was all sweetnesses compriz'd in one In Purple wrapt Adonis lies in state A Troop of mourning Loves about him wait Each does some mark of their kind sorrow show One breaks his Shafts t'other unstrings his Bow A third upon his Quiver wreaks his hate As the sad causes of his hasty fate This plucks his bloudy garments off that brings Water in Vessels from the neighb'ring Springs Some wash his Wound some fan him with theiâ—… Wings All equally their Mothers loss bemoan All moan for poor Adonis dead and gone Sad Hymen too the fatal loss does mourn His Tapers all to Funeral Tapers turn And all his wither'd Nuptial Garlands burn His gay and airy Songs are heard no more But mournful Strains that hopeless love deplore Nor do the Graces fail to bear a part With wretched Venus
in her pain and smart The poor Adonis dead by turns they cry And strive in grief the Goddess to out-vie The Muses too in softest Lays bewail The hapless Youth and his fled Soul recal But all in vain ah numbers are too weak To call the lost the dead Adonis back Not all the pow'rs of Verse or charms of Love The deaf remorsless Proserpine can move Cease then sad Queen of Love thy plaints give o're Till the next year reserve thy grief in store Reserve thy Sighs and tears in store till then Then thou must sigh then thou must weep agen Paraphrase upon the 137. Psalm 1. Ver. 1. FAr from our pleasant native Palestine Where great Euphrates with a mighty current flows And does in watry limits Babylon confine Curss'd Babylon the cause and author of our woes There on the Rivers side Sate wretched Captive we And in sad Tears bewail'd our misery Tears whose vast store increas'd the neighb'ring Tide We wept and strait our grief before us brought A thousand distant Objects to our thought As oft as we survey'd the gliding Stream Lov'd Jordan did our sad remembrance claim As oft as we th' adjoyning City view'd Dear Sions razed Walls our Grief renew'd We thought on all the Pleasures of our happy Land Late ravish'd by a cruel Conqu'rour's hand We thought on every piteous every mournful thing That might access to our enlarged sorrows bring Deep silence told the greatness of our Grief Of grief too great by Vent to find relief Our Harps as mute and dumb as we Hung useless and neglected by And now and then a broken String would lend a sigh As if with us they selt a sympathy And mourn'd their own and our Captivity The gentle River too as if compassionate grown As 't would its Natives cruelty attone As it pass'd by in murmurs gave a pitying Groan 2. There the proud Conquerors who gave us Chains Who all our suff'rings and misfortunes gave Did with rude Insolence our Sorrows brave And with insulting Raillery thus mock'd our Pains Play us said they some brisk and airy strain Such as your Ancestors were wont to hear On Shilo 's pleasant Plain Where all the Virgins met in Dances once a year Or one of those Which your illustrious David did compose While he fill'd Israel 's happy Throne Great Soldier Poet and Musician all in one Oft have we heard he went with Harp in hand Captain of all 〈◊〉 harmonious Band And vanquish'd all the Quire with 's single skill alone Forbid it Heav'n sorbid thou great thrice-hallow'd Name We should thy Sacred Hymns defame Or them with impious ears profane No no inhumane slaves is this a time Oh cruel and preposterous demand When every Joy and every Smile 's a crime A Treason to our poor unhappy native Land Is this a time for sprightly Airs When every look the Badg of sorrow wears And Livery of our Miseries Sad miseries that call for all our Breath in sighs And all the Tribute of our eyes And moisture of our Veins our very bloud in tears When nought can claim our Thoughts Jerusalem but thou Nought but thy sad Destruction Fall and Overthrow 3. Oh dearest City late our Nations justest Pride Envy of all the wond'ring world beside Oh sacred Temple once th' Almighty's bless'd abode Now quite forsaken by our angry God! Shall ever distant time or Place Your firm Ideas from my Soul deface Shall they not still take up my Breast As long as that and Life and I shall last Grant Heav'n nor shall my Pray'rs the Curse withstand That this my learned skilful hand Which now o're all the tuneful strings can boast command Which does as quick as ready and unerring prove As nature when it would its joynts or fingers move Grant it forget its Art and feeling too When I forget to think to wish to pray for you For ever tied with Dumbness be my tongue When it speaks ought that shall not to your Praise belong If that be not the constant subject of my Muse and Song 4. Remember Heav'n remember Edom on that day And with like sufferings their spight repay Who made our Miseries their cruel Mirth and Scorn Who laugh'd to see our flaming City burn And wish'd it might to Ashes turn Raze raze it was their cursed cry Raze all its stately Structures down And lay its Palaces and Temple level with the ground Till Sion buried in his dismal Ruines lie Forgot alike its Place its Name and Memory And thou proud Babylon just Object of our Hate Thou too shalt feel the sad reverse of Fate Tho thou art now exalted high And with thy lofty head o'retop'st the Sky As if thou would'st the Pow'rs above defie Thou if those Pow'rs and sure they will prove just If my Prophetick Grief can ought foresee Ere long shalt lay that lofty head in dust And blush in Bloud for all thy present Cruelty How loudly then shall we retort these bitter Taunts How gladly to the Musick of thy Fetters dance 5. A day will come oh might I see 't e're long That shall revenge our mighty wrong Then bless'd for ever bless'd be he Whoever shall return't on thee And grave it deep and pay 't with bloudy Usury May neither aged Groans nor Infant Cries Nor pitious Mothers Tears nor ravish'd Virgins Sighs Soften thy unrelenting Enemies Let them as thou to us inexorable prove Nor Age nor Sex their deaf Compassion move Rapes Murders Slaughters Funerals And all thou durst attempt within our Sions Wall May'st thou endure and more till joyful we Confess thy self out-done in artful cruelty Bless'd yea thrice blessed be that barbarous Hand Oh grief that I such dire Revenge commend Who tears out Infants from their Mothers Womb And hurls them yet unborn unto their Tomb Bless'd he who plucks them from their Parents Arms That Sanctuary from all common harms Who with their Skulls and Bones shall pave thy Streets all o're And fill thy glutted Channels with their scatter'd Brains and Gore Paraphrase upon the HYMN of St. AMBROSE ODE 1. TO Thee O God we thy just Praises sing To Thee we Thy great Name rehearse We are Thy Vassals and this humble Tribute bring To Thee acknowledg'd only Lord and King Acknowledg'd sole and Sovereign Monarch of the Universe All parts of this wide Universe adore Eternal Father thy Almighty power The Skies and Stars Fire Air and Earth and Sea With all their numerous nameless Progeny Confess and their due Homage pay to thee For why thou spak'st the Word and mad'st them all from Nothing be To thee all Angels all thy glorious Court on high Seraph and Cherub the Nobility And whatsoever Spirits be Of lesser Honour less Degree To Thee in heav'nly Lays They sing loud Anthems of immortal Praise Still Holy Holy Holy Lord of Hosts they cry This is their bus'ness this their sole employ And thus they spend their long and blest Eternity 2. Farther than Natures utmost shores and limits stretch The