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But by magnanimous disdain.
A wit that, temperately bright,
All pleafing fhone; nor ever paft
The decent bounds that Wifdom's fober hand,
Death came remorseless on, and funk her to the tomb.
So, where the filent ftreams of Liris glide,
Cold with perpetual fnows:
The tender blighted plant fhrinks up its leaves, and dies.
Arife, O Petrarch, from th' Elysian bowers,
And fragrant with ambrofial flowers,
Arife, and hither bring the filver lyre,
To the foft notes of elegant defire,
Was spread the fame of thy disastrous love;
And teach my forrows to relate
As may ev'n things inanimate,
Rough mountain oaks and defart rocks, to pity move.
What were, alas! thy woes compar'd to mine?
Of Hymen never gave her hand;
The joys of wedded love were never thine.
In thy domestic care
She never bore a share,
Nor with endearing art
Would heal thy wounded heart
Of every fecret grief that fefter'd there:
Nor did her fond affection on the bed
With pledges dear, and with a father's tender name.
O beft of wives! O dearer far to me
How can my foul endure the lofs of thee?
Abandon'd and alone,
Without my sweet companion can I live?
The dear reward of every virtuous toil,
What pleasures now can pall'd Ambition give? Ev'n the delightful fenfe of well-earn'd praise, Unfhar'd by thee, no more my lifelefs thoughts could raife.
For my diftracted mind
What fuccour can I find?
On whom for confolation fhall I call?
Support me, every friend;
Your kind affiftance lend,
To bear the weight of this oppreffive wor.
My dear departed love, fo much was thine,
My books, the best relief
In every other grief,
Are now with your idea fadden'd all :
Each favourite author we together read
My tortur'd memory wounds, and fpeaks of Lucy dead.
We were the happiest pair of human kind:
And faw our happiness unchang'd remain :
Harmonious Concord did our wishes bind:
That all this pleafing fabric Love had rais'd
On which ev'n wanton Vice with envy gaz'd,
In one fad moment broke!
Yet, O my foul, thy rifing murmurs stay ;
With impious grief complain.
That all thy full-blown joys at once should fade; Was his most righteous will-and be that will obey'd.
Would thy fond love his grace to her control,
And in thefe low abodes of fin and pain
Her pure exalted foul
Unjustly for thy partial good detain ?
No-rather strive thy groveling mind to raise
Up to that unclouded blaze,
That heavenly radiance of eternal light,
Ev'n Love itself, if rifing by degrees
MAKING PART OF
AN EPITAPH ON THE SAME LADY.
MADE to engage all hearts, and charm all eyes ;
Though meek, magnanimous; though witty,
Polite, as all her life in courts had been;