But if a trumpet take the blast, You, by the help of tune and time, As a church-window, thick with paint, The writer's and the fetter's skill Her native wood, when ftorms and winter come; The drooping Hebrews' banish'd harps, un At Babylon, upon the willows hung: Yours founds aloud, and tells us you excel No lefs in courage, than in finging well; While, unconcern'd, you let your country know, They have impoverith'd themselves, not you; Who, with the Mufe's help, can mock thofe fates Which threaten kingdoms, and disorder states. So Ovid, when from Cæfar's rage he fled, The Roman Mufe to Pontus with him led; Where he fo fung, that we, through pity's glass, Sce Nero milder than Auguftus was. Hereafter fuch, in thy behalf, fhall be Th' indulgent cenfure of pofterity. To banish those who with fuch art can fing, Is a rude crime, which its own curfe doth bring: Ages to come shall ne'er know how they fought, Nor how to love their present youth be taught. This to thyfelf.-Now to thy matchlefs book, Wherein those few that can with judgment look, May find old love in pure fresh language told, Like new-ftamp'd coin, made out of Angel-gold: Such truth in love as th' antique world did know, In such a style as Courts may boast of now: * The Attorney-General. Which no bold tales of Gods or monsters fwell; TO MY WORTHY FRIEND MR. WASE, THE TRANSLATOR OF GRATIUS. ΤΗ HUS, by the mufic, we may know When noble wits a hunting go, Through groves that on Parnaffus grow. The Mufes all the chace adorn; Having old Gratius in the wind, Here huntsmen with delight may read What armis to use, or nets to frame, But, worthy friend! the face of war In ancient times doth differ far, From what our fiery battles are. Nor is it like, fince powder known, That man, fo cruel to his own, Should fpare the race of beafts alone. No quarter now: but with the gun Men wait in trees, from fun to fun; And all is in a moment done. And therefore we expect your next Should be no comment, but a text; To tell how modern beafts are vext. Thus would I further yet engage Since none doth more to Phabus owe, TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND MASTER EVELYN, I So does th' Italian to your genius veil, UPON HIS TRANSLATION OF LUCRETIUS. LUCRETIUS (with a ftork-like fate, Born and tranflated in a state) Where bodies freely run their course, As if his Mufe, with Angel's wings, Of heaven, and earth, and feas, and stars, Till his free Mufe threw down the pale, So vaft this argument did feem, The wonders which he would have told. hew'd long fince what our tongue could do Nor Lucan we, nor Horace fpar'd; Only Lucretius was too hard. ucretius, like a fort, did stand Intouch'd; till your victorious hand Did from his head this garland bear, Which now upon your own you wear. A garland! made of fuch new bays, And fought in fuch untrodden ways; As no man's temples e'er did crown.. ave this great author's, and your own. Mov'd with a fuller and a nobler gale. Thus, while your Mufe fpreads the Venetian story, You make all Europe emulate her glory: You make them blufh, weak Venice should defend The cause of heaven, while they for words contend; Shed Chriftian blood, and populous cities rafe, Because they're taught to ufe fome different phrase. If, liftening to your charms, we could our jars Compose, and on the Turk discharge these wars, Our British arms the facred tomb might wrest From Pagan hands, and triumph o'er the east: And then you might our own high deeds recite, And with great Taffo celebrate the fight. WHEN trove; With hills on hills, to scale the throne of Jove; So we, brave Friend, suppose that thy great skill, †This little Poem (first inserted among Waller's Works in 1772) was printed, together with feve ral others on the fame occafion, by Dr. Rogers, along with his Inaugural Exercife at Padua; and afterwards in the fame manner re-published by him at London, together with his Harveian Oration before the College of Phyficians, in the year 1682, while Mr. Waller was yet living. Though the above verfes were firft printed in 1664, they feem to have been written before the Restoration, as appears from the lines towards the conclufior. STOCKDALE. CON. Fruition adds no new wealth, but deftroys; Bleffings may be repeated, while they cloy: CON. Urge not 'tis necessary; alas! we know PRO. I need not plough, fince what the ftooping him For when Anchifes did fair Venus know, CON. Are like Romances read, or scenes once feem: Women enjoy'd, whate'er before they've been, Fruition dulls, or spoils the Play, much mort Than if one read, or knew, the plot before. PRO. Plays and Romances, read and feen, do fall nd n: There the 'Tis expectation makes a blefing dear; Heaven were not heaven, if we knew what it wou PRO. If 'twere not heaven if we knew what it wers "Twould not be heaven to those that now there. CÒN. And as in profpects we are there pleas'd moft, Where fomething keeps the eye from being left, And leaves us room to guefs: fo bere, reftraint Holds up delight, that with excefs would faint. PRO. Restraint preferves the pleasure we have goi e wish remov'd what ftandeth in our light, d nature blame for limiting our fight: here you ftand wifely winking, that the view the fair profpect may be always new. CON. ey, who know all the wealth they have, are poor; only rich that cannot tell bis flore. PRO. t he that knows the wealth he has, is poor; Bhe that dares not touch, nor use his ftore. TO A FRIEND, THE DIFFERENT SUCCESS OF THEIR LOVES. THRICE happy Pair! of whom we cannot know Which first began to love, or loves most now: air courfe of paffion, where two lovers start, nd run togethe, heart still yok'd with heart: To man, that was in th' evening made, But when the bright fun did appear, His wonder was determin'd there, He neither might, nor wifh'd to know TO ZELINDA. weefsful youth! whom Love has taught the way FAIREST piece of well-form'd earth! obe victorious, in the firft effay. are love 's an art best practis'd at first, nd where th' experienced ftill prosper worst! with a different fate, pursued in vain he haughty Calia; till my just disdain f her neglect, above that paffion borne, id pride to pride oppofe, and fcorn to fcorn. ow the relents; but all too late, to move heart directed to a nobler love: he fcales are turn'd, her kindnefs weighs no more ow, than my vows and service did before. , in fome well-wrought hangings, you may fee ow Hector leads, and how the Grecians flee: ere, the fierce Mars his courage fo infpires, hat with bold hands the Argive fleet he fires: ut there, from Heaven the blue-ey'd virgin falls, nd frighted Troy retires within her walls : hey that are foremost in that bloody race, arn head anon, and give the conquerors chase. like the chances are of love and war, hat they alone in this diftinguish'd are; love, the victors from the vanquish'd fly: hey fly that wound, and they purfue that die. Urge not thus your haughty birth: The power, which you have o'er us, lies Not in your race, but in your eyes. None put a prince !-alas! that voice Confines you to a narrow choice. Should you no honey vow to taste, But what the mafter-bees have plac'd In compass of their cells, how fmall A portion of your fhare would fall! Nor all appear among those few, Worthy the ftock from whence they grew: The fap, which at the root is bred, In trees, through all the boughs is fpread; But virtues, which in parents fhine, Make not like progrefs through the line. 'Tis not from whom, but where, we live: The place does oft thofe graces give. Great Julius, on the mountains bred, A flock perhaps, or herd, had led : He that the world fubdued, had been But the best wrestler on the green. 'Tis art, and knowledge, which draw forth The hidden feeds of native worth: They blow those sparks, and make them rife Into fuch flames as touch the fkies: To the old Heroes hence was given A pedigree, which reach'd to heaven: Of mortal feed they were not held, Which other mortals fo excell'd. And beauty too, in fuch excefs As yours, Zelinda! claims no lefs: Smile but on me, and you fhall scorn Henceforth to be of Princes born. I can defcribe the fhady grove, Where your lov'd mother flept with Jove: And yet excufe the faultlefs dame, Caught with her spouse's fhape and name: Thy matchlefs form will credit bring To all the wonders I fhall fing. 5 [F] † Alexander. To the fair Villars we Dalkeith prefer; But thus to ftyle you fair, your fex's praise, A brand! preferv'd to warm fome Prince's heart; And make whole kingdoms take her † Brother's way. As the brave eagle does with forrow fee TO A FAIR LADY, PLAYING WITH A SNAKE. TRANGE! that fuch horror, and fuch griet, A Fury's arm, an Angel's face! In Chloris' fancy fuch mistakes, To start at love, and play with fnakes. By this, and by her coldness, barr'd, Thrice happy fnake! that in her fleeve Contented in that neft of snow He lies, as he his blifs did know; Take heed, fair Eve! you do not make THE NIGHT-PIECE OR, A PICTURE DRAWN IN THE DARE. ARKNESS, which faireft nymphs difarms DARKNESS, Mira can lay her beauty by, Her fpeech is grac'd with fweeter found, As the bright stars, and Milky Way, Shew'd by the night, are hid by day: So we, in that accomplish'd mind, Help'd by the night, new graces find, Which by the fplendor of her view, Dazzled before, we never knew. While we converse with her, we mark Yet, friended by the night, we dare All near approaches threaten death, |