Thus fancy's in the wild distraction loft,
With what we most abhor, or covet most.
But of all paffions that our dreams control,
Love prints the deepest image in the foul;
For vigorous fancy and warm blood dispense
Pleasures so lively that they rival sense.
Such are the transports of a willing maid,
Not yet by time and place to act betray'd,
Whom fpies or fome faint virtue force to fly
That scene of joy, which yet the dies to try.
Till fancy bawds, and, by myfterious charms,
Brings the dear object to her longing arms;
Unguarded then she melts, acts fierce delight,
And curfes the returns of envious light.
In fuch bleft dreams Byblis enjoys a flame,
Which waking fhe detefts, and dares not name.
Ixion gives a loose to his wild love,
And in his airy vifions cuckolds Jove.
Honours and state before this phantom fall;
For fleep, like death its image, equals all.

VERSE

S

Imitated from the FRENCH of Monf. MAYNARD, to Cardinal RICHELIEU.

I.

WHEN money and my blood ran high,

My mufe was reckon'd wondrous pretty; The sports and smiles did round her fly,

Enamour'd with her smart concetti.

Now

ON THE LATE

HORRID

CONSPIRACY.

THE

HE* youth whose fortune the vast globe obey'd,
Finding his royal enemy betray'd,

And in his chariot by ‡ vile hands opprefs'd,
With noble pity and just rage poffefs'd,
Wept at his fall from fo fublime a state,
And by the traitor's death reveng'd the fate
Of majesty profan'd---fo acted too

The generous Cæfar, when the Roman knew
A coward King had treacherously flain,
** Whom scarce he foil'd on the Pharfalian plain :
The doom of his fam'd rival he bemoan'd,
And the base author of the crime dethron'd.
Such were the virtuous maxims of the great,
Free from the fervile arts of barbarous hate:
They knew no foe but in the open field,
And to their cause and to the gods appeal'd.
So William acts---and if his rivals dare
Difpute his reign by arms, he'll meet them there,
Where Jove, as once on Ida, holds the scale,
And lets the good, the just, and brave, prevail.

TO THE EARL OF CARLISLE,

Upon the Death of his Son before LUXEMBURGH.

HE

E's gone! and was it then by your decree,
Ye envious powers, that we should only fee
This copy
of your own divinity?

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Or thought ye it furpaffing human state,
To have a bleffing lasting as 't was great?
Your cruel skill you better ne'er had shown,
Since you fo foon design'd him all your own.
Such fostering favours to the damn`d are given,
When, to increase their hell, you show them heaven.
Was it too godlike, ke should long inherit
At once his father's and his uncle's fpirit?

Yet as much beauty, and as calm a breast,

As the mild dame whofe teeming womb he bleft.
H' had all the favours Providence could give,
Except its own prerogative to live;

Referv'd in pleasures, and in dangers bold,
Youthful in action, and in prudence old;
His humble greatness, and fubmiffive ftate,
Made his life full of wonder, as his fate;
One, who, to all the heights of learning bred,
Read books and men, and practis'd what he read.
Round the wide globe scarce did the busy fun
With greater hafte and greater luftre run.
True gallantry and grandeur he defcry'd,
From the French fopperies, and German pride.
S

And

And like th' induftrious bee, where'er he flew,
Gather'd the sweets which on fweet bloffoms grew.
Babel's confufed fpeeches on his tongue,
With a fweet harmony and concord hung.
More countries than for Homer did conteft
Do ftrive who moft were by his prefence bleft.
Nor did his wifdom damp his martial fire,
Minerva both her portions did inspire,
Ufe of the warlike bow and peaceful lyre.
So Cæfar doubly triumph'd when he wrote,
Showing like wit, as valour when he fought.

If God, as Plato taught, example takes

From his own works, and fouls by patterns makes,
Much of himself in him he did unfold,

And caft them in his darling Sidney's mold,
Of too refin'd a fubftance to be old.
Both did alike difdain an hero's rage
Should come like an inheritance by age.
Ambitiously did both confpire to twist
Bays with the ivy, with their temples kist:
Scorning to wait the flow advance of time,
Both fell like early blossoms in their prime,
By blind events, and Providence's crime.
Yet both, like Codrus, o'er their yielding foe,
Obtain'd the conquest, in their overthrow;
And longer life do purchase by their death,
In fame compleating what they want in breath.
Oh! had kind fate stretch'd the contracted span,
To the full glories of a perfect man ;

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And

And, as he grew, could every rolling year

A new addition to our wonder bear,

H' had paid to his illuftrious line that stock

Of ancient honour, which from thence he took.
But oh!

So hafty fruits, and too ambitious flowers,
Scorning the midwifery of ripening fhowers,
In fpite of frofts, fpring from th' unwilling earth,
But find a nip untimely as their birth:
Abortive iffues fo delude the womb,

And fearce have being, ere they want a tomb.
Forgive, my Lord, the Mufe that does afpire
With a new breath to fan your raging fire;
Whofe each officious and unfkilful found
Can with fresh torture but enlarge the wound.
Could I, with David, curfe the guilty plain,
Where once more lov'd than Jonathan was flain;
Or could I flights high as his merits raise,

Clear as his virtue, deathless as his praife;

None who, though laurels crown'd their aged head,
Admir'd him living, and ador'd him dead,
With more devotion fhould enrol his name

In the long-confecrated list of fame.

But, fince my artlefs and unhallow'd strain
Will the high worth, it fhould commend, profane;
Since I defpair my humble verse should prove
Great as your lofs, or tender as your love;
My heart with fighings, and with tears mine eye,
Shall the defect of written grief fupply.