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On a Fan of the Author's Defign, in which was painted the Story of Cephalus and Procris, with the Motto Aura Veni.

COME, gentle Air! th' Æolian fhepherd faid, While Procris panted in the secret shade: Come, gentle Air! the fairer Delia cries, While at her feet her fwain expiring lies. Lo! the glad gales o'er all her beauties ftray, Breathe on her lips, and in her bofom play! In Delia's hand this toy is fatal found, Nor could that fabled dart more furely wound: Both gifts deftructive to the givers prove; Alike both lovers fall by thofe they love. Yet Guiltless too this bright deftroyer lives, At random wounds, nor knows the wound she gives : She views the story with attentive eyes, And pities Procris while her lover dies.

IV. COWLEY.

The Garden.

FAIN would my Mufe the flow'ry treasure fing,
And humble glories of the youthful Spring;
Where op'ning rofes breathing fweets diffufe,
And foft carnations fhow'r their balmy dews;
Where lilies finile in virgin robes of white,
The thin undrefs of fuperficial light,
And vary'd tulips fhow fo dazzling gay,
Blufhing in bright diverfities of day.
Each painted flow'ret in the lake below

Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow;
And pale Narciffus, on the bank in vain
Transformed, gazes on himself again.
Here aged trees cathedral walks compofe,
And mount the hill in venerable rows;
There the green infants in their beds are laid,
The Garden's hope, and its expected shade.
Here orange-trees with blooms and pendants shine,
And vernal honours to their autumn join;

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Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store,
Yet in the rifing bloffom promise more.
There in bright drops the cryftal fountains play,
By laurels fhielded from the piercing day:
Where Daphne, now a tree as once a maid,
Still from Apollo vindicates her shade;
Still turns her beauties from th' invading beam,
Nor feeks in vain for fuccour to the ftream.
The stream at once preserves her virgin leaves,
At once a shelter from her boughs receives,
Where fummer's beauty midft of winter ftays,
And winter's coolness spite of summer's rays.

Weeping.

WHILE Celia's tears make sorrow bright,
Proud Grief fits fwelling in her eyes ;
The fun, next those the fairest light,
Thus from the ocean firft did rife:

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And thus thro' mifts we fee the fun,
Which elfe we durft not gaze upon.

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These filver drops, like morning dew,
Foretell the fervour of the day:
So from one cloud foft fhow'rs we view,
And blasting lightnings burst away.
The ftars that fall from Celia's eye
Declare our doom in drawing nigh.

The baby in that funny sphere
So like a Phaeton appears,

Thought fit to drown him in her tears;

That Heav'n, the threaten'd world to fpare,

Elfe might th' ambitious nymph aspire
To fet, like him, heav'n too on fire.

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V. E. OF ROCHESTER.

On Silence.

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SILENCE! coeval with eternity,

Thou wert ere Nature's felf began to be;

'Twas one vaft nothing all, and all slept faft in thee. II.

Thine was the fway ere heav'n 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 clam'rous race of bufy human-kind.

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The tone mov'd gently firit, and fpeech was low, 10
Till wrangling Science taught it noise and show,
And wicked Wit arole, thy molt abusive foe.

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But rebel Wit deferts 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,

Opprefs'd with argumental tyranny,

And routed Reafon finds a fafe retreat in thee.

VII.

With thee in private modeft Dulnefs 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 breast,

And 'tis in thee at lait that Wisdom feeks for rest.

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IX. Silence!

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

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The 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 fenate and at bar how welcome wouldst thou be!

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Yet fpeech e'en there fubmiffively withdraws
From rights of subjects, and the poor man's caufe:
Then pompous Silence reigns, and stills the noisy laws.

XII.

Paft fervices of friends, good deeds of foes,
What fav'rites gain, and what the nation owes,
Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repose.
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 reft in peace at last, and sleep eternally.

VI. E. OF DORSET.

Artemifia.

THO' Artemifia talks by fits

Of counfels, claffics, fathers, wits;
Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke;
Yet in fome things methinks the fails;
"Twere well if he would pare her nails,
And wear a cleaner fmock.

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Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride,
Such naftinefs 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 itate.

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

All white and black befide:
Dauntless her look, her geture proud,
Her voice theatrically loud,
And mafculine her ftride.

So have I feen, in black and white,
A prating thing, a magpie hight,
Majeftically talk;

A ftately worthlefs animal,

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

Phryne.

PHRYNE had talents for mankind;

Open she was and unconfin'd,
Like fome free port of trade:
Merchants unloaded here their freight,
And agents from each foreign ftate
Here first their entry made.

Her learning and good breeding fuch,
Whether th' Italian or the Dutch,
Spaniards or French came to her;
To all obliging he'd appear;
'Twas Si Signior, 'twas Yaw Mynheer,
'Twas S'il vous plait, Monfieur.

Obfcure by birth, renown'd by crimes,
Still changing names, religions, climes,
At length the turns a bride:

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