And vary'd Tulips fhow fo dazling gay, Blushing in bright diverfities of day. Each painted flowret in the lake below There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play, Still turns her beauties from th' invading beam, 10 15 20 25 30 WEEP W WEEPING. HILE Celia's Tears make forrow bright, Thus from the Ocean firft did rife: These filver drops, like morning dew, So from one cloud foft fhowers we view, The ftars that fall from Celia's eye, 35 4.0 The Baby in that funny Sphere So like a Phaeton appears, That Heav'n, the threaten'd World to spare, 45 Elfe might th' ambitious Nymph afpire, V. E. OF ROCHESTER. ON SILENC E., SILENCE! coeval with Eternity; Thou wert, ere Nature's self began to be, 'Twas one vaft Nothing, all, and all flept faft in thee. II. 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 bufy Human-kind. IV. The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was low, Till wrangling Science taught it noise and fhow, And wicked Wit arose, thy moft abusive 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. VI. Afflicted Senfe thou kindly doft fet free, And routed Reason finds a safe retreat in thee. VII. With thee in private modeft 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 confeft; Folly by thee lies fleeping in the breaft, And 'tis in thee at last that Wisdom feeks for rest. 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 noisy Laws. XII. Past services 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 T VI. E. OF DORSET. ARTE MISI A. 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) any part except her face; Ón All white and black befide: Dauntless her look, her gefture proud, Her voice theatrically loud, And mafculine her ftride. So have I feen, in black and white A stately, worthless animal, That plies the tongue, and wags the tail, All flutter, pride, and talk. PHRYNE. |