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So mounting up in icy-pearled car,
Through middle empire of the freezing air
He wander'd long, till thee he spy'd from far;
There ended was his queft, there ceas'd his care.
Down he descended from his fnow-soft chair,

But all unwares with his cold-kind embrace, 20
Unhous'd thy virgin foul from her fair biding place.


Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate;
For fo Apollo, with unweeting hand,
Whilome did flay his dearly-loved mate,
Young Hyacinth born on Eurota's ftrand,
Young Hyacinth the pride of Spartan land;
But then transform'd him to a purple flower:
Alack that fo to change thee Winter had no power,


Yet can I not perfuade me thou art dead,

Or that thy corfe corrupts in earth's dark womb, 30
Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed,
Hid from the world in a low delved tomb;
Could Heav'n for pity thee fo ftrictly doom?

Oh no! for fomething in thy face did shine
Above mortality, that fhow'd thou waft divine. 35


Refolve me then, oh Soul moft furely bleft,
(If fo it be that thou these plaints doft hear)
Tell me bright Spirit where'er thou hovereft,
Whether above that high first-moving sphere,
Or in th' Elyfian fields (if fuch there were)

Oh fay me true, if thou wert mortal wight,
And why from us fo quickly thou didst take thy flight.


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Wert thou fome star which from the ruin'd roof
Of fhak'd Olympus by mifchance didst fall;
Which careful Jove in nature's true behoof
Took up, and in fit place did reinstall ?
Or did of late earth's fons besiege the wall
Of theeny Heav'n, and thou fome Goddess fled
Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar'd head?


Or wert thou that just Maid who once before
Forfook the hated earth, O tell me footh,
And cam'ft again to visit us once more?
Or wert thou that fweet smiling Youth?
Or that crown'd matron fage white-robed Truth ?
Or other of that heav'nly brood


Let down in cloudy throne to do the world fome good?




Or wert thou of the golden-winged hoft,
Who having clad thyfelf in human weed,
To earth from thy prefixed feat didst post,
And after short abode fly back with speed,
As if to fhow what creatures Heav'n doth breed,
Thereby to fet the hearts of men on fire
Tofcorn the fordid world, and unto Heav'n aspire?


But oh why didst thou not stay here below
To bless us with thy heav'n-lov'd innocence,
To flake his wrath whom fin hath made our foe,
To turn fwift-rufhing black perdition hence,
Or drive away the flaughtering pestilence,

To ftand 'twixt us and our deferved fmart ? 3 But thou canst best perform that office where thou art.


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Then thou the Mother of fo fweet a Child
Her falfe imagin'd lofs ceafe to lament,
And wifely learn to curb thy forrows wild ;
Think what a prefent thou to God haft fent,
And render him with patience what he lent;
This if thou do, he will an ofspring give, [live.
That till the world's laft end fhall make thy name to


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Anno Etatis 19. At a Vacation Exercife in the college, part Latin, part English. The Latin fpeeches ended, the English thus began.


AIL native Language, that by finews weak Didft move my first endevoring tongue to fpcak,

And mad't imperfect words with childish trips,
Half unpronounc'd, flide through my infant-lips,
Driving dumb filence from the portal door,
Where he had mutely fat two years before :
Here I falute thee, and thy pardon afk,
That now I use thee in my latter task :
Small lofs it is that thence can come unto thee,
I know my tongue but little grace can do thee : 10
Thou need ft not be ambitious to be first,
Believe me I have thither packt the worst:
And, if it happen as I did forecast,
The daintieft dishes fhall be ferv'd up laft.
I pray thee then deny me not thy aid
For this fame fmall neglect that I have made :
But hate thee ftrait to do me once a pleasure,
And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefeft treasure,



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Not those new fangled toys, and trimming flight
Which takes our late fantastics with delight,
But cull thofe richest robes, and gay'st attire
Which deepest fpirits, and choicest wits defire :
I have fome naked thoughts that rove about,
And loudly knock to have their paffage out;
And weary of their place do only stay
Till thou haft deck'd them in thy belt array;
That fo they may without fufpect or fears
Fly fwiftly to this fair affembly's ears;
Yet I had rather, if I were to chufe,
Thy fervice in fome graver fubject use,
Such as may make thee fearch thy coffers round,
Before thou clothe my fancy in fit found:
Such where the deep transported mind may foar
Above the wheeling poles, and at Heav'n's door
Look in, and fee each blissful Deity
How he before the thunderous throne doth lie,
Lift'ning to what unfhorn Apollo fings
To th' touch of golden wires, while Hebe brings
Immortal nectar to her kingly fire:



Then paffing through the fpheres of watchful fire, 40
And mifty regions of wide air next under,
And hills of fnow and lofts of piled thunder,
May tell at length how green-ey d Neptune raves,
In Heav'n's defiance muftering all his waves;
Then fing of fecret things that came to pafs
When beldam Nature in her cradle was;
And last of kings and queens and heroes old,
Such as the wife Demodocus once told
In folemn fongs at king Alcinous feait,
While fad Ulyffes soul and all the rest
Are held with his melodious harmony
In willing chains and sweet captivity.
But fie, my wand'ring Mufe, how thou doft ftray!
Expectance calls thee now another way,






Thou know'ft it must be now thy only bent
To keep in compass of thy predicament:
Then quick about thy purpos'd business come,
That to the next I may refign my room.


Then Ens is represented as father of the Predicaments his ten fons, whereof the eldest stood for Substance with his canons, which Ens, thus fpeaking, explains.



OOD luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth The faery ladies danc'd upon the hearth; 60 Thy droufy nurfe hath fworn fhe did them fpie Come tripping to the room where thou didst lie, And fweetly finging round about thy bed Strow all their bleffings on thy fleeping head. She heard them give thee this, that thou shouldft ftill From eyes of mortals walk invisible: Yet there is something that doth force my fear, For once it was my difmal hap to hear A Sibyl old, bow-bent with crooked age, That far events full wifely could presage, And in time's long and dark profpective glafs Forefaw what future days should bring to pass; Your fon, faid fhe, (nor can you it prevent) Shall fubject be to many an Accident. O'er all his brethren he shall reign as king, Yet every one fhall make him underling, And thofe that cannot live from him afunder Ungratefully shall strive to keep him under, In worth and excellence he fhall out-go them, Yet being above them, he shall be below them; 8. From others he shall stand in need of nothing, Yet on his brothers fhall depend for clothing. To find a foe it shall not be his hap, And peace fhall lull him in her flow'ry lap ;




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