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His wisdom, justice, and his piety,
His courage both to fuffer and to die,
His virtues, and his lady too,
How in this cafe 'tis certain found,
That Heav'n ftands ftill, and only earth goes round.
UPON DR. HARVEY.
OY Nature (which remain'd, though aged grown,
Nor feen unveil'd by any one)
When Harvey's violent paffion fhe did fee,
Took fanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree:
But Harvey, our Apollo,, stop'd not fo;
For which the eye-beams' point doth sharpness want,
What should she do? through all the moving wood Of lives endow'd with fenfe fhe took her flight; Harvey pursues, and keeps her ftill in fight.
But, as the deer, long-hunted, takes a flood,
She leap'd at last into the winding streams of blood
Where turning head, and at a bay,
Thus by well-purged ears was the o'erheard to fay:
"Here fure fhall I be fafe" (faid fhe)
"None will be able fure to fee
"This my retreat, but only He
"Who made both it and me.
The heart of man what art can e'er reveal ?
"A wall impervious between
"Divides the very parts within,
And doth the heart of man ev'n from itself conceal," She spoke but, ere she was aware,
Harvey was with her there;
And held this flippery Proteus in a chain,
He the young practice of new life did fee,
The noble scarlet dye of blood;
Before one drop was by it made,
Or brought into it, to fet up the trade;
From all the fouls that living buildings rear,
What time, and what materials, it does need:
As if he hir'd the workers by the day,
Thus Harvey fought for Truth in Truth's own book, The creatures- which by God himself was writ; And wifely thought 'twas fit,
Not to read comments only upon it,
th' original itself to look.
Methinks in Art's great circle others stand
The fame bare path they tread,
And dance, like fairies, a fantastic round,
But neither change their motion nor their ground:
His noble circle of the blood had been untrodden yet.
We now thy patient, Physick, fee
From all inveterate difeafes free,
Purg'd of old errors by thy care,
New dieted, put forth to clearer air;
It now will strong and healthful prove; Itfelf before lethargic lay, and could not move!
These useful fecrets to his pen we owe !
O cruel lofs! as if the golden fleece,
With fo much coft and labour bought, And from afar by a great hero brought,
Had funk ev'n in the ports of Greece.
To rebuild Paul's, than any work of his :
For, though his wit the force of age withstand,
ODE, FROM CATULLUS.
ACME AND SEPTIMIUS.
WHILST on Septimius' panting breaft
(Meaning nothing less than reft).
Acme lean'd her loving head,
Thus the pleas'd Septimius faid :
My dearest Acme, if I be
Once alive, and love not thee
With a paffion far above
All that e'er was called love;
In a Libyan defert may
I become fome lion's prey;
Let him, Acme, let him tear
My breaft, when Acme is not there.
The God of Love, who stood to hear him.
The little Loves, that waited by,
My little life, my all! (faid fhe)
To this best God, and ne'er retain,
So may thy paffion last for me,
As I a paffion have for thee,
Greater and fiercer much than can
Be conceiv'd by thee a man !
my marrow is it gone,
Fixt and fettled in the bone;
It reigns not only in my heart,
runs, like life, through every part.. VOL. I.