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Scarce can I to Heav'n excufe
The Devotion which I ufe
Unto that adored Dame;
For 'tis not unlike the fame,
Which I thither ought to fend;
So that if it could take end,
'Twou'd to Heav'n it felf be due,
To fucceed her, and not you,
Who already have of me
All that's not Idolatry;
Which, tho' not fo fierce a Flame,
Is longer like to be the fame.
Then fmile on me, and I will prove
Wonder is fhorter liv'd, than Love.

Waller.

LXVI.

On the Friendship betwixt two Ladies.

TELL me, lovely loving Pair,

Why fo kind, and fo fevere?
Why fo careless of our Care,
Only to your felves fo dear?
By this cunning, change of Hearts,
You the Power of Love controul;
While the Boy's deluded Darts
Can arrive at neither Soul.
For in vain to either Breaft,
Still beguiled Love does come;
Where he finds a foreign Gueft,
Neither of your Hearts at home.
Debtors thus with like Design,
When they never mean to pay;
That they may the Law decline,
fome Friend make all away.

Not

Not the Silver Doves that fly,
Yoak'd in Cithared's Car;
Not the Wings that lift fo high,
And convey her Son fo far,
Are fo lovely, fweet, and fair,
Or do more ennoble Love;
Are fo choicely match'd a Pair,
Or with more Confent do move. ·

Waller.

LXVII.

Natural Philofophy.

IN all her Mazes, Natures Face they view'd,
And as the difappear'd, their Search purfu'd.
Wrapt in the Shades of Night, the Goddess lies,
Yet to the Learn'd unveils her dark Difguife,
But fhuns the grofs Accefs of vulgar Eyes.
Now the unfolds the faint, and dawning Strife
Of Infant-Atoms kindling into Life,
How ductile Matter new Meanders takes,
And flender Trains of twisting Fibres makes:
And how the viscous feeks a clofer Tone,
By juft Degrees to harden into Bone;
While the more loofe flow from the vital Urn,
And in full Tides of purple Streams return;
How fambent Flames from Life's bright Lamp arife,
And dart in Emanations thro' the Eyes;
How from each Sluice a gentle Torrent pours,
To fake a feav'rish Heat with ambient Show'rs.
Whence, their Mechanick Pow'rs, the Spirits claim,
How great their Force, how delicate their Frante:
How the fame Nerves are fashion'd to fuftain
The greatest Pleasure, and the greatest Pain.
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Why

Why bileous Juice a golden Light puts on,
And Floods of Chyle in Silver Currents run.
How the dim Speck of Entity began
To work its brittle Being up to Man.
To how minute an Origin we owe
Young Ammon, Cafar, and the Great Nassau.
Why paler Looks impetuous Rage proclaim,
And why chill Virgins redden into Flame.
Why Envy oft transforms with wan Disguise,
And why gay Mirth fits finiling in the Eyes.
Hence 'tis we wait the wond'rous Caufe to find,
How Body acts upon impaflive Mind.
How Fumes of Wine the thinking Part can fire,
Paft Hopes revive, and prefent Joys infpire:
Why our Complexions oft our Soul declare,
And how the Paflions in the Features are.
How Touch and Harmony arife between
Corporeal Subftances, and Things unfeen.
With mighty Truths, myfterious to defcry,
Which in the Womb of diftant Caufes lie.

Sir Samuel Garth's Difpenfary

LXVIII.

To a fair Lady playing with a Snake.

Strange that fuch Horror and fuch Grace

Shou'd dwell together in one Place;
A Fury's Arm, an Angel's Face!
'Tis Innocence, and Youth which makes
In Chlori's Fancy fuch Miftakes,
To start at Love, and play with Snakes.

By

By this and by her Coldnefs barr'd,
Her Servants have a Task too hard,
The Tyrant has a double Guard.
Thrice happy Snake that in her Sleeve
May boldly creep, we dare not give
Our Thoughts fo unconfin'd a Leave:
Contented in a Neft of Snow
He lies as he his Blifs did know,
And to the Wood no more wou'd go.
Take heed, fair Eve, you do not make
Another Tempter of this Snake,
A Marble one, fo warm'd, wou'd fpeak.

Waller

LXIX.

A Simile, or Comparison.

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Ear Thomas, didft thou never pop
Thy Head into a Tinman's Shop;
There, Thomas, didft thou never fee
(Tis but by way of Simile)
A Squirrel fpend his little Rage,
In jumping round a rolling Cage?
The Cage, as either fide turn'd up,
Striking a ring of Bells a-top.
Mov'd in the Orb, pleas'd with the Chimes
The foolish Creature thinks he climbs :
But here or there, turn Wood or Wire,
He never gets two Inches higher..
So fares it with thofe merry Blades,
That frisk it under Pindus's Shades;
In noble Songs, and lofty Odes,
They tread on Stars, and talk with Gods;

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Still

Still dancing in an airy Round,
Still pleas'd with their own Verfes found.
Brought back, how faft fo e'er they go,
Always afpiring, always low.

Prior.

LXX.

The Quack-Doctor.

HIS Shop the gazing Vulgar's Eyes employs With Foreign Trinkets, and Domestick Toys.

Here Mummies lay most reverendly ftale,
And there, the Tortois hung her Coat o' Mail;
Not far from fome huge Shark's devouring Head
The Flying Fish their finny Pinions fpread.
Aloft in rows large Poppy-Heads were ftrung,
And near,a fcaly Aligator hung.

In this place, Drugs in mufty heaps decay'd,
In that, dry'd Bladders, and drawn Teeth were laid.

An inner Room receives the num'rous Shoals, Of fuch as pay to be reputed Fools. Globes ftand by Globes, Volumns by Volumns lie, Aud Planetary Schemes amufe the Eye. The Sage, in Velvet Chair, here lolls at Eafe, To promife future Health for prefent Fees. Then, as from Tripod, folemn Shams reveals, And what the Stars know nothing of, foretels. One asks, How foon Panthea may be won, And longs to feel the Marriage-Fetters on. Others, convinc'd by melancholy Proof,

nquire, when courteous Fates will ftrike 'em off.

Some

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