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WEEPING.

WHILE Celia's Tears make forrow bright,

Proud grief fits fwelling in her eyes:

The Sun, next those the fairest light,

Thus from the Ocean first 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 :

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So from one cloud soft showers we view,
And blasting lightnings burst away.

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

The Baby in that funny Sphere

So like a Phaeton appears,

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

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

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E. OF ROCHESTER.

ON SILENCE.

SILENCE! coeval with Eternity;

Thou wert, ere Nature's felf began to be,

'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee.

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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.

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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 first, and speech was low, Till wrangling Science taught it noise and show, And wicked Wit arofe, thy most abufive foe.

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But rebel Wit deserts thee oft in vain;

Loft in the maze of Words he turns again,

And feeks a furer ftate, and courts thy gentle reign.

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Afflicted Senfe thou kindly doft set 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 confest;
Folly by thee lies fleeping in the breast,
And 'tis in thee at last that Wisdom feeks for reft.

IX.

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

Thy very want of tongue makes thee a kind of Fame.

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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 speech ev'n there, fubmiffively withdraws,

From rights of subjects, and the poor man's cause: Then pompous Silence reigns, and ftills the noify 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 repofe. XIII.

The country wit, religion of the town,

The courtier's learning, policy o' th' gown,
Are beft 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 rest in peace at last, and sleep eternally.

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E. OF DORSET.

ARTEMIS I A.

THOUGH Artemifia talks, by fits,

Of councils, claffics, fathers, wits;
Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke:
Yet in fome things methinks fhe fails,
"Twere well if fhe would pair her nails,
And wear a cleaner fmock.

Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride,
Such naftiness, and fo much pride,

Are oddly join'd by fate:

On her large fquab you find her spread,
Like a fat corpfe upon a bed,

That lies and ftinks in ftate.

She wears no colours (fign of grace)
On any part except her face;

All white and black befide:
Dauntless her look, her gefture proud,
Her voice theatrically loud,

And mafculine her stride.

So have I feen, in black and white
A prating thing, a Magpye hight,
Majestically stalk;

A ftately, worthless animal,

That plies the tongue, and wags the tail,
All flutter, pride, and talk.

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PHRYNE.

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PHRYN E.

HRYNE had talents for mankind,
Open fhe was, and unconfin'd,

Like fome free port of trade;
Merchants unloaded here their freight,
And Agents from each foreign state
Here firft their entry made.

Her learning and good-breeding such,
Whether th' 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 plaift, Monfieur.

Obfcure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
Still changing names, religion, climes,
At length she turns a Bride:

In diamonds, pearls, and rich brocades,
She fhines the first of batter'd jades,
And flutters in her pride.

So have I known thofe Infects fair
(Which curious Germans hold fo rare)

Still vary fhapes and dyes;

Still gain new Titles with new forms;
First grubs obfcene, then wriggling worms,
Then painted butterflies.

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