1 The stars that fall from Celia's eye Declare our doom in drawing nigh. The baby in that sunny sphere So like a Phaeton appears, That Heav'n, the threaten'd world to spare, V. E. OF ROCHESTER. On Silence. I. SILENCE! Coeval with eternity; Thou wert, ere Nature's self began to be; 1 'Twas one vast nothing all, and all slept fast in thee. II. Thine was the sway, ere heav'n was form'd, or earth, III. Then various elements against thee join'd, In one more various animal combin'd, And fram'd the clam'rous race of busy human-kind. IV. The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was low, 5 V. But rebel Wit deserts thee oft in vain: Lost in the maze of words he turns again, And seeks a surer state, and courts thy gentle reign. VI. A ficted Sense thou kindly dost set free, Opress'd with argumental tyranny, And reted Reason finds a safe retreat in thee. VII. With thee in private modest Dulness lies, And in thy bosom lurks in Thought's disguise; VIII. Yet thy indulgence is by both confest; Folly by thee lies sleeping in the breast, And 'tis in thee at last that Wisdom seeks for rest. IX. 16 20 Silence! the knave's repute, the whore's good name, X. 26 But couldst thou seize some tongues that now are free, XI. 8 31 Yet speech, ev'n there, submissively withdraws From rights of subjects, and the poor man's cause; Then pompous Silence reigns, and stills the noisy laws. XII. Past services of friends, good deeds of foes, The country wit, religion of the town, The courtier's learning, policy o' th' gown, Are best by thee express'd, and shine in thee alone. The parson's cant, the lawyer's sophistry, VI. E. of DORSET. Artemisia. THO' Artemisia talks by fits, Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride, Are oddly join'd by Fate:" On her large squab you find her spread, That lies and stinks in state. 35 A 40 10 5 She wears no colours (sign of grace) All white and black beside: Dauntless her look, her gesture proud, And masculine her stride. So have I seen, in black and white, A stately worthless animal, That plies the tongue, and wags the tail, Phryne. PHRYNE had talents for mankind; Like some free port of trade: Her learning and good breeding such, Obscure by birth, renown'd by crimes, 15 20 10 At length she turns a bride: In di'monds, pearls, and rich brocades, So have I known those insects fair (Which curious Germans hold so rare) Still gain new titles with new forms; 20 24 VII. DR. SWIFT. The happy Life of a Country Parson. ار PARSON, these things in thy possessing |