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ON THE SOREGOING DIVINE POEMS *. For then we know how rain it was to boaft
Of fleeting things, so certain to be loft. HEN we for age could neither read nor Clouds of affection from our youngo cyes write,
Conceal that emptiness, which age descries. The subject made us able to indite;
The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay's The foul, with nobler resolutions deckt,
Lets in new light, through chinks that time has 'The body stooping, does herself ered:
made : No mortal parts are requisite to raise
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become, Her, that unbody'd can her Maker praise. As they draw near to their eternal home:
The feas are quiet, when the winds give o’er: Leaving the old, both worlds at once they vicx, So, calm are we, when pasions are no more! That stand upon the threshold of the new.
* See, in “ Duke's Poems,” an elegant compliment to Mr. Waller, on this his last produc
« **** Miratur limen Olympi." Yrke: tion. N.
TO ONE MARRIED TO AN OLD XAN. SED EDIBUS emigrans folitis, comitatus inermi
INCE thou wouldīt needs (bewitch'd w SIN
fome ill charms!)
Be buried in those monumental arms :
Ed. Waller, Armiger, Coll. Regal. Upon thy tender limbs! and so good night!
UNDER A LADY'S PICTURE.
ON A PAINTED LADY WITH ILL TEITI. UCH Helen was! and who can blame the #boy
ERE men so dull they could not see That in so bright a flame consum'd his Troy? But, had like virtue shin'd in that fair Greck,
Like simple birds, into a net, The amorous shepherd had not dar'd to seck, So grossly woven, and ill fet? Or hope for pity, but, with silent moan,
Her cwn tecth would undo the knot,
And let ali go that she had got.
Shew 'tis a painted sepulchre.
HILE fue pretends to make the graces
EPIGRAM UPON THE GOLDEN MEDAL + From “ Rex Redux;" being Cambridge | Oud
UR guard upon the royal side! verses on the return of Charles I. from Scotland,
On the reverse, our beauty's pride! after his coronation there in 1633.
Here we discern the frown and smile ; # Paris.
The force and glory of our Ide.
OY A LADY WHO WRIT IN PRAISE OF MIRA.
O MR. GRANVILLE (AFTERWARDS LORD LANDS
DOWN) ON HIS VERSES TO KING JAMES 11. AN N early plant, which such a blossom bears,
And thews a genius so beyond his years; judgment! that could make so fair a choice;. high a subject, to employ his voice : ill as it grows, how sweetly will he sing he growing greatness of our matchless King!
IN THE YEAR 1674. THAT the Firft Charles does here in triumpk See his Son reign, where he a Martyr dy'd; And people pay that reverence, as they pass, (Which then he wanted!) to the facred brass; Is not th' effect of gratitude alone, To which we owe the statue and the stone. But Heaven this lasting monument has wrought, That mortals may eternally be taught, Rebellion, though successful, is but vain ; And Kings so kill'd rise conquerors again, This truth the royal image does proclaim, Loud as the trumpet of surviving Fame.
LONG AND SHORT LIFE.
VIRCLES are prais'd, not that abound * In largeness, but th' exactly round: , life we praise, that does excel t.in much time, but acting well.
P R 1 D E..
OT the brave + Macedonian Youth alone;
RANSLATED OUT OF SPANISH.
THOUGH we may seem importunate,
While your compassion we implore : y, whom you make too fortunate, -lay with presumption vex you more.
RANSLATED OUT OF FRENCH. ADE, flowers, fade, nature will have it so;
'Tis but what we must in our autumn do! 1, as your leaves lie quiet on the ground,
loss alone by those that lov'd them found : in the grave, shall we as quiet lie; 'd by some few that lov'd our company. some so like to thorns and nettles live, t none for them can, when they perish, grieve.
* Queen Catharine.
Boundless in power, would make himself a God;
+ Alcxander. Nebuchadnezzar. | Ecclus. X, 18.
EPITAPH ON SIR GEORGE SPEKE. Where Ca’endith fought, the Royalifts prevail'd;
Neither his courage nor his judgment fail'd : (NDER this stone lies virtue, youth, The current of his
victories found no stop, Unblemish'd probity, and truth:
Till Cromwell came, his party's chiefeft prop. Just unto all relations known,
Equal success had set these champions high, A worthy patriot, pious fon :
And both resolv'd to conquer or to die : Whom neighbouring towns so often sent, Virtue with rage, fury with valour, itrore; To give their sense in Parliament ;
But that must fail which is decreed above! With lives and fortunes trusting one,
Cromwell, with odds of numbers and of fate, Who so discreetly us’d his own.
Remov'd this bulwark of the Church and State: Sober he was, wise, temperate ;
Which the sad issue of the war declar'd, Contented with an old eftate,
And made his talk, to ruin both, leís hard. Which no foul avarice did increase,
So when the bank negleAed is o'erthrown, Nor wanton luxury make less.
The boundless torrent does the country droo While yet but young, his father dy'd,
Thus fell the young, the lovely, and the brave; And left him to an happy guide :
Strew bays and flowers upon his honour'd grave! Not Lemuel's mother with more care Did counsel or instruct her heir ; Or teach with more success her son The vices of the time to thun.
EPITAPH ON THE LADY SEDLET. An heiress The; while yet alive, All that was her's to him did give :
JERE lies the learned Savil's heir; And he just gratitude did show
So early wise, and lasting fair ! To one that had oblig'd him so :
That none, except her years they told, Nothing too much for her he thought,
Thought her a child, or thought her old. By whom he was so bred and taught,
All that her father knew, or got, So (early made that path to tread,
His art, his wealth, fell to her lot: Which did his youth to honour lead)
And the so well improv'd that stock, His short life did a pattern give,
Both of his knowledge and his flock: How neighbours, husbands, friends, should live. That Wit and Fortune, reconcil'd The virtues of a private life
In her, upon each other smil'd. Exceed the glorious noise and strife,
While the to every well-taught mind Of battles won : in those we find
Was so propitiously inclin’d, The folid interest of mankind.
And gave such title to her store, Approy'd by all, and lov'd so well,
That none, but th' ignorant, were poor. Though young, like fruit that's ripe, he fell.
The Muses daily found supplies,
And matchless beauty warm their rage.
Such was this dame in calmer days, ON COLONEL CHARLES CAVENDISH. Her nation's ornament and prajfe!
But when a storm disturbid our rest, SERE lies Charles Ca’endith : let the marble The port and refuge of th' oppreft.
This made her fortune understood, That hides his alhes, make his virtue known.
And look'd on as some public good; Beauty and valour did his short life grace ;
So that (her person and her state The grief and glory of his noble race!
Exempted from the common fate) Early abroad he did the world survey,
In all our civil fury the As if he knew he had not long to stay:
Stood, like a sacred temple, free. Saw what great Alexander in the Eaft,
May here her monument stand so, And mighty Julius conquer'd in the west.
To credit this rude age! and show
To future times, that even we
Some patterns did of virtue fee:
And one sublime example had And where the juster was the weaker fide.
of good, among so many bad. Two loyal brothers took their Sovereign s part, Employ'd their wealth, their courage, and their
EPIT A PH The * elder did whole regiments afford; The younger brought his condus and his sword. TO BE WRITTEN UNDER THE LATIX INC Born to command, a leader he begun,
TOMB OF "THE OXLT 5 And on the rei els laiting lionour won : The Horse, instructed by their General's worth, Still made the King victorious in the North :
VIS fit the English reader frould be told,
In our own language, what this tomb ccm # William Earl of Devonshire.
TION UPON THE
'Tis not a noble corpse alone does lie
Ε Ρ Ι Τ Α Ρ Η
ON HENRY DUNCH, ESQ;
IN NEWINGTON CHURCH IN OIIORDSHIRE,
1686. Had there been
ERE the prop and glory of race, We had not found, in all the numerous roll Of his fam'd ancestors, a greater soul :
His grateful wife, under this speaking stone
His afhes hid, to make his merit known.
Whose well-us'd fortune made their virtues shine.
A rich example his fair life did give,
How others should with their relations live. And to perfe&tion labour'd so to climb, Preventing flow experience and time;
A pious son, a husband, and a friend, That 'tis no wonder death our hopes beguild:
To neighbours too his bounty did extend
So far, that they lamented when he died,
Which made him to the southern nations go.
Nearer the sun, though they more civil seem,
Revenge and luxury have their esteem; REAT foul! for whom death will no longer | Value for England than he had before ;
Which well observing, he return'd with more stay, But sends in hafte to snatch our bliss away.
Her true religion, and her statutes too, O cruel death! to those you take more kind,
He practised not less than seek'd to know; Than to the wretched mortals left behind !
And the whole country griev'd for their ill fate, Here beauty, youth, and noble virtue thin'd;
To lose so good, so just a magistrate. Free from the clouds of pride that shade the mind, To shed a tear may readers be inclin’d, Inspir'd verse may on this marble live,
And pray for one he only left behind;
Till me who does inherit his estate,
ON M R.
W ALLER'S MONUMENT,
In Beaconsfield Church-yard, in Buckinghamshire ;
ON THE WEST IND.
POETAS SUI TEMPORIS FACILE
ABDICAVIT HUIC DEBET PATRIA
LOQUI AMARENT ANGLICE.
ON THE SOUTH SIDE.
NOMINIS POETA, ET IDEM AVITIS
MUSIS SE DEDIT, . ET PATRIÆ,
MISSUS. HIC VITÆ CURSUS; NEC
ONERI DEFUIT SENEX; VIXITQUE
IN DELICIIS, ADMIRATIONI OMNIBUS.
RARA VIRTUTF ET MULTA PROLE
FAMILIA, CUM EDMUNDO WALLER,
FILIABUS VIII; QUOS MUNDO
ON THE EAST END.
LOCUM HABUIT; CANTABRIGIAM
EX HAMPDENA STIRPE MATREM:
PATER FACTUS; EX SECUNDA
A. D. MDCLXXXVII.
ON THE NORTH SIDE.
PIISSIME PARENTAVIT EDMUNDUS
H. M. P. IN JUL. MDCC.