Yet on the foften'd quarry would I score For fure fo well inftructed are my tears, That they would fitly fall in order'd characters. Or fhould I thence hurried on viewless wing, 50 Might think th' infection of my sorrows loud 55 Had got a race of mourners on fome pregnant cloud. This fubject the Author finding to be above the years he had, when he wrote it, and nothing satisfied with what was begun, left it unfinish'd. FU LY envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace; And glut thyfelf with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is falfe and vain, And merely mortal drofs, 5 So little is our lofs, So little is thy gain. For when as each thing bad thou haft intomb'd, And last of all thy greedy self consum'd, A a 10 Then Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss With an individual kifs; And Joy fhall overtake us as a flood, When every thing that is fincerely good And perfectly divine, 15 With truth, and peace, and love, shall ever shine About the fupreme throne Of him, t'whofe happy-making fight alone When once our heav'nly-guided foul shall clime, Then all this earthy groffness quit, Attir'd with ftars, we shall for ever fit, 20 (Time. Triumphingover Death, and Chance, and thee, O VI. Upon the CIRCUMCISION. 'E flaming Pow'rs, and winged Warriors bright That erst with music, and triumphant fong,` First heard by happy watchful shepherds ear, So fweetly fung your joy the clouds along Through the foft filence of the liftling night; Now mourn, and if sad share with us to bear Your fiery effense can distil no tear, Burn in your fighs, and borrow Seas wept from our deep forrow: He who with all Heav'n's heraldry whilere Sore doth begin ΙΟ 5 His infancy to seise! O more exceeding love or law more juft? And that great covenant which we ftill tranfgrefs And the full wrath befide Of vengeful justice bore for our excess, 15 20 And seals obedience first with wounding smart 25 This day, but O ere long Huge pangs and strong Will pierce more near his heart. BLES Wed VII. At a SOLEMN MUSIC. With faintly shout, and folemn jubilee, A a 2 5 10 Their Their loud up-lifted angel-trumpets blow, Singing everlastingly; That we on earth with undiscording voice 15 May rightly answer that melodious noise; Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din Broke the fair mufic that all creatures made 21 To their great Lord, whofe love their motion fway'd In perfect diapafon, whilft they flood In firft obedience, and their state of good. O may we soon again renew that song, 25 And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long To his celeftial confort us unite, To live with him, and fing in endless morn of light. VIII. An EPITAPHOn the MARCHIONESS of Winchefter. HIS rich Marble doth enter TH The honor'd wife of Winchester, A Vicount's daughter, an Earl's heir, Added to her noble birth, More than fhe could own from earth. 5 Sum Summers three times eight fave one After so short time of breath, To house with darkness, and with death. Her high birth, and her graces sweet But with a scarce well-lighted flame; Once had the early matrons run ΙΟ 15 20 And now with fecond hope fhe goes, 25 But whether by mischance or blame And with remorseless cruelty Spoil'd at once both fruit and tree. |