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 : 35 So from one cloud soft showers we view, 40 The stars that fall from Celia's eye, The Baby in that funny Sphere So like a Phaeton appears, That Heav'n, the threaten'd World to fpare, 45 Elfe might th' ambitious Nymph afpire, E. OF V. 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. 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. III. 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. V. 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. Afflicted Senfe thou kindly doft set free, 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; 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. X. 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, The parfon's cant, the lawyer's fophiftry, E. OF VI. E. OF DORSET. ARTEMIS I A. THOUGH Artemifia talks, by fits, Of councils, claffics, fathers, wits; Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride, Are oddly join'd by fate: On her large fquab you find her spread, That lies and ftinks in ftate. She wears no colours (fign of grace) All white and black befide: And mafculine her stride. So have I feen, in black and white A ftately, worthless animal, That plies the tongue, and wags the tail, 5 10 15 20 PHRYNE. P PHRYN E. HRYNE had talents for mankind, Like fome free port of trade; Her learning and good-breeding such, Obfcure by birth, renown'd by crimes, In diamonds, pearls, and rich brocades, So have I known thofe Infects fair Still vary fhapes and dyes; Still gain new Titles with new forms; 5 10 15 20 VOL. I. A a DR. |