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Th' ideas and the images which lie
No, he before his fight must place
The real object must command
Each judgment of his eye and motion of his hand.
From these and all long errors of the way,
Bacon, like Mofes, led us forth at last :
The barren wilderness he past;
Did on the very border stand
Of the bleft promis'd land;
And, from the mountain's top of his exalted wit,
But life did never to one man allow
Nor can fo fhort a line fufficient be
To fathom the vast depths of Nature's fea.
From you, great champions! we expect to get
Countries, where yet, instead of Nature, we
These large and wealthy regions to fubdue,
A better troop fhe ne'er together drew :
To do those noble wonders by a few :
And now he choofes out his men,
The ftream, juft fo as by their mouths it fled:
Thus you prepar'd, and in the glorious fight
And crowds of golden worlds on high,
Which from the fpacious plains of earth and fea
Could never yet difcover'd be,
By failors' or Chaldeans' watchful eye.
Nature's great works no distance can obfcure,
Of her imperceptible littleness!
Y' have learn'd to read her smallest hand,
Mischief and true difhonour fall on thofe
So human for its use, for knowledge fo divine.
Impertinent, and vain, and small,
Those smallest things of nature let me know,
Into the throne ufurp'd from it,
So, when, by various turns of the celestial dance,
A ftar, fo long unknown, appears,
Though heaven itself more beauteous by it grow,
Does to the wife a ftar, to fools a meteor, fhow.
and fuccefs you the bold work begin;
Your cradle has not idle been :
None e'er, but Hercules and you, would be
At five years age worthy a history.
And ne'er did Fortune better yet Th' hiftorian to the story fit:
As you from all old errors free And purge the body of Philosophy;
So from all modern follies he
Has vindicated Eloquence and Wit.
His candid style like a clean stream does slide,
Does like the fun-fhine in it play;
It does, like Thames, the best of rivers ! glide,
But gently pour, the crystal urn,
And with judicious hand does the whole current guide: 'T has all the beauties Nature can impart,
And all the comely drefs, without the paint, of Art.
CHAIR made out of Sir FRANCIS DRAKE'S SHIP, Prefented to the University Library of Oxford, by John Davis of Deptford, Efquire.
T O this great fhip, which round the globe has run,
And match'd in race the chariot of the fun,
This Pythagorean fhip (for it may claim
Drake and his fhip could not have wish'd from Fate
To the CUTTER OF COLMAN STREET.
when the midland fea is no where clear
From dreadful fleets of Tunis and ArgierWhich coast about, to all they meet with foes, And upon which nought can be got but blows— The merchant-fhips fo much their paffage doubt, That, though full-freighted, none dares venture out, And trade decays, and fcarcity enfues :
Juft fo the timorous wits of late refuse,
Though laded, to put forth upon the stage,
It is a party numerous, watchful, bold;
They can from nought, which fails in fight, with-hold;
For your own interest I 'd advise ye here,
Safe and untouch'd. "That must not be" (you 'll cry.)