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And, if it happen as I did, forecast,
The daintiest dishes flall, be serv'd up last.
I pray thee then deny mę not thy aid-
For this same small neglect that I have made:
But haste thee frait to do me once a Pleasure,
And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefest treasure
Not those new fangled toys, and trimings flight
Which take our late fantasticks with delight,
But cull those richest Robes, and gay't attire
Which deepest Spirits and choicest Wits delire:
I have some naked thoughts that cove about,
And loudly knock to have their passage out ;
And weary of their place do only stay
Till thou haft deck'd them in thy best aray ;
That so they may without suspect or fears
Fly l-wiftly to this fair Assembly's ears;
Yet I had racher, if I were to chuse,
Thy service in some gaver subje&t use,
Such as may make thee search thy coffers round,
Before thou cloath my fancy in fit found :
Such where the deep transported mind may soar
Above the wheeling poles, and at Hear'ns door
Look in, and see each blissful Deity
How he before the thunderous throne dotla lic,
Listening to what unfhorn Apollo Gings
To th’touch of golden wires, while Hebe brings
Immortal Nectar to her Kingly Sire :
Then passing through the Sphears of watchful fire,
And mistie Regions of wide air next under,
And hills of Snow and lofts of piled Thunder,
May tell at length how green-ey'd Neptune raves,
In Heav'ns defiance mustering all his waves ;
Then Ging of secret things that came to pass
When Beldam Nature in her cradle was;
And last of Kings and Queens and Hero's old,
Suck as the wise Demodocus once told
In solemn Songs at King Alcingus feast,
While sad Vlisses soul and all the rest
Are held with his melodious harmony
In willing chains and sweet captivity.
But fie, my wand'ring Muse, how thou doft Aray!
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 religa my Room.
Then Ens is represented as Father of the Prædica
ments his ten Sons, whereof the Eldest food for
Substance with his Canons, which Ens, thus
Ood luek befriend thee, Son; for at shy birth
The Faiery Ladies danc'd upon the hearth;
Thy drowsie Nurse hath sworn the did them (pie
Come tripping to the Room where thou dida lie;
And sweetly finging round about thy Bed
Strew all their blessings on thy sleeping Head.
she heardt hem give thee this, thac chou should'it Rijl
From cyes of morals walk inyilible,
Yet there is fomething that doth force my fear,
For once it was my dismal hap to hear
A Sybil old, bow-bent with crooked Age,
That far Events full wisely could presage,
And in Time's long and dark Prospe&ive Glass
Fore-law what future days tould bring to pars,
Your Son, said they (nor can you it prevent)
Shall fubje&t be to many an Accident.
O’er all his Brethren he hall Reign as King
Yet every one fall make him underling,
And those that cannot live from him afunder,
Ungracefully fall Arive to keep him under :
In worth and excellence he fall out-go them,
Yet being above them, he hall be below them;
From others he shall fand in deed of nothing,
Yet on his Brothers shall depend for Cloathing.
To find a Foe it lall not be his hap,
And peace hall lull him in her fow'ry laps
Yet fhall he live in ftrife, and at his door
Devouring War Hall never cease to roar:
Yea it fall be his natural property
To harbour those that are at enmity.
What pow'r, what force, what mighty (pell, if not
Your learned hands, can loose his Gordian knot
The next Quantity and Quality Spake in Profeu
then Relation was call d by his name. -as? R
Ivers arise whether thou be the Son
Of wmolt Twith or Doft or gulphie Dany
Or Trent, who like some earth-born Giant fpreads
His thirty Arms along the indented Meadssono in
Or fullen Mole that runneth undesneach, free
Or Severn (wift, guilty of Maidens death, it!
Or Rockie Avon, or of Sedgie Lee,
Or Coaly Tine, or ancient hallowed Dear
Or Humber loud that keeps the Scythians Name, 4.
Or Medway smooth, or Royal Towred Thames
The reft was Profe.'
Re-while of Musick, and Ethereal mirth,
Wherewith the fage of Ayr and Earth did ring,
And joyous news of heav'nly Infants birth,
My muse with Angels did divide to fing;
But headlong joy is ever on the wing,
In Wintry folftice like the hortn'd light Soon swallow'd up in dark and long our living night.
IL For now to forrow niuft i tune my rong, And set my Harp to notes of saddest wo, Which on our deareft Lord did sease ere long, Dangers, and snares, and wrongs, and worse than To, Which he for us did freely undergo.
Molt perfe& Heroe, try'd in heaviest plight Of Laboos huge and hard, too hard for human wig?
He fou'ran Priest stooping his regal head
That dropt with odorous oil down his fair eyes,
Poor fiethiy Tabernacle encered,
His starry front low-rooft beneath the skies ;
O what a mask was there, what a disguise !
Yet more; the stroke of death he must abide,
Then lies him meekly down fast by his Brethrens fide.
These latter scenes confine my roving verse,
To this Horizon is my Phæbus bound;
His Godlike acts, and his temptations fierce,
And former sufferings, other where are found;
Loud o're the rest Cremona's Trump doth sound ;
Me softer airs befit, and softer strings
Of Lute, or Viol ftill, more apt for mournful things,
Befriend me Night, bek Patroness of grief,
Over the Pole chy thickest mantle throw,
And work my flatter'd fancy to belief,
That Heav'n and Earth are colour'd with my wo;
My forrows are too dark for day to know:
The leaves should all be black whereon I write,
And letters where my tears have wait a wannish white.
See see the Chariot, and those rushing wheels,
That whirl'd the Prophet up at Chebar food,
My spirir some transporting Cherub feels,
To bear me where the Towers of Salem stood,
Once glorious Towers, now funk in guiltless blood;