And for all this can give no reason why :
This is an holy-fifter, verily.

THE

FORCE OF LO V É.

PRESERVED FROM AN OLD MANUSCRIPT.

HROW an apple up a hill,

THRO

Down the apple tumbles still ;

Roll it down, it never stops

Till within the vale it drops :

So are all things prone to Love,
All below, and all above.

Down the mountain flows the stream,
Up afcends the lambent flame;
Smoke and vapour mount the skies ;
All preserve their unities;

Nought below, and nought above,
Seems averfe, but prone to Love.
Stop the meteor in its flight,
Or the orient rays of light;
Bid Dan Phoebus not to shine
Bid the planets not incline;
"Tis as vain, below, above,
To impede the course of Love.
Salamanders live in fire,
Eagles to the skies aspire,
Diamonds in their quarries lie,
Rivers do the fea supply:
Thus appears, below, above,
A propenfity to Love.

Metals

Metals grow within the mine,
Lufcious grapes upon the vine;
Still the needle marks the pole ;
Parts are equal to whole

'Tis a truth as clear, that Love
Quickens all, below, above.

Man is born to live and die,
Snakes to creep, and birds to fly;
Fishes in the waters swim,

Doves are mild, and lions grim:
Nature thus, below, above,
Pushes all things on to Love.

Does the cedar love the mountain ?
Or the thirsty deer the fountain ?
Does the fhepherd love his crook?
Or the willow court the brook?
Thus by Nature all things move,
Like a running stream, to Love.
Is the valiant hero bold?
Does the mifer doat on gold?
Seek the birds in spring to pair?
Breathes the rofe-bud fcented air?
Should you this deny, you '11
Nature is averfe to Love.

As the wencher loves a lafs,
As the toper loves his glass,
As the friar loves his cowl,
Or the millar loves the toll,
So do all, below, above,
Fly precipitate to Love.

prove

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When

When young maidens courtship shun,
When the moon out-shines the fun,
When the tigers lambs beget,
When the fnow is black as jet,
When the planets cease to move,

Then fhali Nature cease to Love.

E P I GR A

M,

ON THE POWER OF LOVE.

BY MR. ABRAHAM COWLEY.

N. B. This is delivered down by tradition as a production of that celebrated poet; and was spoken at the Weftminfter-School election, on the following fubject:

"Nullis amor eft medicabilis herbis."

OVID.

OL Daphne fees, and feeing her admires,
Which adds new flames to his celeftial fires :

Had any remedy for Love been known,
The god of Physic, fure, had cur'd his own.

CON

To the Right Worshipful, my very loving Mafter Mr. Lambert Ofbolfton, Chief School-Mafter of Westminfter School.

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ibid.

Pyramus

MADE UPON SUNDRY OCCASIONS.

An Elegy on the death of the Right Honourable
Dudley Lord Carleton, Viscount Dorchefter, late-
Principal Secretary of State

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An Elegy on the death of my loving friend and cou-
fin Mr. Richard Clarke, Gent. late of Lincoln's-

Inn

A Dream of Elyfium

On his Majesty's return out of Scotland
Song, on the fame

A Vote

A Poetical Revenge

To the Dutchess of Buckingham

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78

To his very much honoured Godfather, Mr A. B. 79
An Elegy on the Death of John Lyttleton, Efquire,
Son and Heir to Sir Thomas Lyttleton, who was
drowned leaping into the water to fave his younger
brother
A Tranflation of Verfes upon the Bleffed Virgin,
written in Latin by the Right Worshipful Dr. A. 83
Ode I. On the praise of Poetry.

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II. That a pleafant Poverty is to be preferred

before difcontented Riches

III. To his Mistress

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Ode IV.