Bore witness glorioufly; whence Gaza mourns And all that band them to resist.

His uncontrollable intent,

His fervant he with new acquift

Of true experience from this great event
With peace and confolation hath dismist,
And calm of mind all paffion spent.

The END.

PO

Printed for Jacob Tonfon, within Grays-Inn Gate next Grays-Inn Lane. 1707.

POEMS

O N

Several Occafions.

LYCID A S.

In this Monody the Author bewails a Learned Friend, unfortunately drown'd in his passage from Chefter on the Irish Seas, 1637. And by occafion foretells the ruin of our corrupted Clergie, then in their height.

ET once more, O ye Laurels, and once more

YET

Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never fear,

I come to pluck your Berries harsh and crude,
And with forc'd fingers rude,

Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year,
Bitter constraint, and fad occafion dear,

Compels me to disturb your feafon due:
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For

For Lycidas is dead, dead e'er his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer:
Who would not fing for Lycidas? he knew
Himself to fing, and build the lofty Rhyme,
He must not flote upon his watry bier
Unwept, and welter to the parching wind,
Without the meed of fome melodious tear.
Begin then, Sifters of the Sacred well,

That from beneath the feat of Jove doth spring,
Begin, and fomewhat loudly fweep the string.
Hence with denial vain, and coy excufe,

So

may fome gentle Muse

With lucky words favour my deftin'd Urn,

And as he paffes turn,

And bid fair peace be to my fable (hrowd.
For we were nurft upon the self-fame Hill,

Fed the fame flock; by fountain, fhade, and rill.
Together both, e'er the high Lawns appear'd
Under the opening Eye-lids of the morn,
We drove a field, and both together heard
What time the Gray-fly winds her fultry horn,

Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night,
Oft till the Star that rofe, at Ev'ning, bright,

Toward