Mean time, ye boundless Winds, your Gufts forbear,
And all ye Hills and Valleys round give ear:
Keep back ye Rivers, and forbear to run,
Till the great Tale of Pyrrha's Fame be done :
Then let each wind bear it where-e'er it blows,
Catch it, ye Hills and Valleys, as it goes,
With your affenting Ecchoes in the close.
Murmur it, Floods, as to your Seas ye creep,
And with it add new Wonders to the Deep;
For the Renown of Pyrrha's Name fhall laft
Till Time's no more, and Nature's works lie wafte.
MYRTILL O. On then,
-As Stars before the rifing day Seem in their Orbs to fink, and dive away; So all the Nymphs upon our fertile Plains, Though proud and cruel to their fighing Swains, When Pyrrha's pow'rful Charms approach'd, they And any Satyr might have then prevail'd: [fail'd, So much in blooming Youth cou'd she surprize, Sh'ad all the panting Hearts and wishing Eyes. Come then, ye Nymphs of Arcadie, draw near, Weep round her Earth, and all your Garlands tear; For Pyrrha's Beauty once no equal knew ;
But Fate has feiz'd Her now, and must have You.
MIRTILLO.
Pyrrha's bright Eyes enlightned every Grove,
And fir'd at laft Alcander's Heart with Love;
The Nymph found him a Triumph worth her Charms,
And fhe alone was fit to fill his Arms.
Many did either Conqueft wifh t'have made,
But only they each other could invade ;
For in her Form did Nature-feem improv'd,
And he was fram'd to Love, and be belov'd:
Therefore Heav'n fmil'd, and all the Stars look'd kind,
When Pyrrha and Alcander's Hearts were join’d.
Who has not heard of great Alcander's Name,
So long the Muses Task, and Pride of Fame?
Pan early chofe, and made him great in Pow'r,
When the Wolves rag`d, and did our Flocks devour,
He took the guard of the molefted Plains ;
Saw our Lambs fed, and chear'd us frighted Swains;
Wak'd with us 'midft dark Nights and pinchingColds,
To drive the howling Monsters from our Folds :
In all which time, Pyrrha, his charming Bride,
Oft came, and watch'd as he did, by his fide;
Of his worst dangers till her part would bear,
And for all Joys she gave him, ask'd but care.
Now, ye poor Flocks, go bleat about, and stray;
Ye Shepherds, caft your Scrips and Hooks away;
Stretch'd on the ground, your fatal Loss bemoan,
And call on Pyrrha's Name at ev'ry groan.
Full fifty happy Years this matchlefs Pair
Liv'd in unfhaken Love; no jealous Care,
Or mean Diftruft, did once their Joys moleft,
So in a noble Off-spring were they bleft
Of warlike Youths, worthy their Father's Name,
And Daughters, fpotlefs as their Mother's Fame:
Bold Celadon, the Darling of loud War,
And Strephon now, whose pious Shoulders bear
The burden of his aged Father's Care ;
Young Damon, lovely as the Beams that play
About our Eaft, and lead the coming Day;
Fair Phyllida, who was with Agon wed,
And bleft him with a faithful Fruitful Bed;
Generous Lyfca too, by Nature taught
To recommend the poor Man's Cause unsought.
All these the Off-spring were of Pyrrha's Womb : Come then, ye Mothers, mourn around her Tomb: In Pyrrha's Name your Myftick Rites perform, When to your Aid ye would Lucina charm,
Either the lab'ring Matron's pangs to ease,
Or blefs the Barren Mourner with increase.
Oh kind Alexis, ftill purfue thy Song,
How these fair Branches grew, or wither'd young.
Brave Celadon through Fate untimely fail'd, -
And was by Pan and all his Train bewail'd;-
Some mourning Muses sung him to his Tomb,
Yet others felt more grief, and thence were dumb.
Young Damon faded in his Beauty's Pride,
And Phyllida no lefs lamented dy'd.
But long may Strephon's Life rejoice the Years
Of good Alcander, and affift his Cares.
Fulness of time, kind Heav'n, to Lyfca give,
'Tis for your Honour, Gods, that she should live;
For the, the more of days you her afford,
By her good Deeds will make you more ador'd;
Since Lyfca was of pious Pyrrha born,
And Pyrrha's Virtues Lyfca's Heart adorn.
But what fhall now give good Altander joy?
ALEXIS.
The Gods, when Fate took Celadon away,
Call'd Daphnis forth, th' Heroick Race to run,
Which his great Parent had so well begun :
From Celadon's brave Loins young Daphnis came,
Full of his Heat, and confcious of his Fame;
Whofe Mind his Father's Deeds did fo imploy,
He grew Alcander's Hopes, and Pyrrha's Joy.
Pyrrha lov'd Daphnis, and with pleasure found
The Hero's Virtues in the Touth abound.
When Daphnis languish'd, Pyrrha did provide
The charming foft Amynta for his Bride:
Amynta! tender as the Lambs that play
In Sunny morns, and Innocent as they;
Sweet as thofe Ev'ning Airs that gently blow
Where the rich fragrant Eastern Spices grow;
Calm as our Groves in a fair Summer's Night,
And lovely as the first-created Light.
Daphnis was born, Amynta's with him join'd,
To chafe all forrows from Alcander's mind;
To add new Honours to his ftore of Fame,
And a long Race of Heroes to his Name:
His Name, which fhall, with Pyrrha's Praises, laft
Till Time's no more, and Nature's works lie wafte.
Funeral Tears to the Sacred Memory of our late Soveraign King CHARLES the Second.
HE Noon-day Star, that once out-fac'd the Sun, Charles his bright Phosphor, has its period run: And refting Charles, with more fix'd Glories crown'd, Has paft his mighty finish'd Circle round. All th' untired race of Prodigies, the late Continued shame of this Stupendious fate, Which once his Restoration Lawrels bore ; Those never-fleeping Pores, now move no more, Myriads of Guardian Angels all disband; And Wonders wait no more on his Right Hand. Whilst Truth invincible, unbyaft Right, Goodness unbounded, Mercy infinite; Honour unfullyed; all the brighteß Train Of Ministring Graces this illuftrious Reign, Their Royal Robes to Funeral Sables turn All Mourners o'er their Sacred Master's Urn : But 'midft the Tears our ftreaming Sorrows pour Three wailing Kingdoms in one Loyal Showre, How feebly does our Voice of Mourning found, Whilft Royal Eyes in deeper Griefs lie drown'd? No Heart like James with killing Loads o'er preft, Kindeft of Brothers, and of Friends the best.
So fad the pangs of parting Friendship prove,
Immoderate Grief, and ever burning Love
Rend his Great Soul, and their keen Paffage force.
Methinks I fee him at the Dire Divorce;
Whilft the Great James like Great Telefia ftands,
With Ecchoing Cries, and with up-lifted Hands,
With rended Garments, and a flowing Showre
Of bitt'reft Tears deplores the dismal Hour.
Till from above behold the fhining Sky;
The fiery Steeds, and flaming Chariot fly.
Th' afcending Saint, 'midft fhouting Angels round,
With purer Joys and brighter Diadems crown'd.
Here with fad Ties he took his laft Farewel,
And grafp'd the wondrous Mantle as it fell.
With Heav'nly tranfmigrating Glories fir'd, [inspir'd.
Fill'd with the mounting God, with the whole Charles
O mighty Charles, what have not only we
Three Kingdoms, but even Empire loft in thee?
Founder of Monarchy, for thou alone
Stood'ft the unfhaken Bulwark of the Throne.
When the old Storm yawn'd for th' Imperial wrack,
Thy Hand alone beat the fierce Torrent back :
Faction and Schifm by thy ftrong Arm o'erthrown,
Whilft a calm'd World was thy great work alone.
Glory and Peace but in thy Sun-beams play,
Whilft thou'rt the God of our long Halcyon day.
The old Fanatick Fiend, fo late before
Drunk with a Martyr'd Monarch's Purple Gore,
Whilft with th' old Poison, and th' old Rage he flood,
All thirsting for new Draughts of Royal Blood,
The Crown's long Foe, and blackest Imp of Hell,
His Sting juft faftning, thou alone couldft quell.
Thy Book of Fame with this laft Glory fill'd:
What fhall Great James on thy Foundations build?
Strike, Royal Heir, th' half conquer'd Serpent dead:
Charles bruis'd his Teeth, and thou fhalt crufh hisHead.
Peace, Union, Concord, all fo well begun ;
Tho' thou, Great Charles, thy Race like Mofes run;
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