UPON THE DEATH OF THE EARL OF BALCARRES. "T IS folly all, that can be faid, By living mortals, of th' immortal dead, And I'm afraid they laugh at the vain tears we shed. 'Tis as if we, who stay behind In expectation of the wind, Should pity those who pafs'd this ftreight before, Ah, happy man! who art to fail no more! Because our friends are newly come from fea, "Did all our love and our respect command; If you will fay-Few perfons upon earth A life exempt from fortune and the grave; And ancestors, whofe fame 's fo widely fpread- } Or Or whether you confider more The vast increase, as fure you ought, And added to the former ftore : The privilege you plead for; and avow Though God, for great and righteous ends, - (That once with so much industry and art Of his frail body's native foil below, One of their ableft minifters elect, And send abroad to treaties, which they' intend But, though the treaty wants a happy end, The happy agent wants not the reward, For which he labour'd faithfully and hard; His juft and righteous mafter calls him home, And gives him, near himself, fome honourable room. Noble Noble and great endeavours did he bring To fave his country, and restore his king; And, whilst the manly half of him (which those Who know not Love, to be the whole fuppofe) Perform'd all parts of virtue's vigorous life; The beauteous half, his lovely wife, Did all his labours and his cares divide ; Nor was a lame nor paralytic fide : In all the turns of human state, And all th' unjust attacks of Fate, She bore her share and portion still, And would not fuffer any to be ill. Unfortunate for ever let me be, If I believe that fuch was he, Whom, in the ftorms of bad fuccefs, And all that Error calls unhappiness, His virtue and his virtuous wife did ftill accompany ! With these companions 'twas not strange He faw around the hurricanes of state, With an imperceptible chain, And bid it to go back again. His wisdom, juftice, and his piety, His courage both to fuffer and to die, How in this cafe 'tis certain found, O D E. 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, ftop'd not fo; Into the bark and root he after her did go ! For which the eye-beams' point doth sharpness want, What should the do? through all the moving wood Of lives endow'd with sense she took her flight; Harvey pursues, and keeps her still in fight. But But, as the deer, long-hunted, takes a flood, She leap'd at laft into the winding streams of blood; Where turning head, and at a bay, Thus by well-purged ears was fhe o'erheard to say: "Here fure fhall I be fafe" (said she) 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." And held this flippery Proteus in a chain, Which from his wit th' attempt before to hide He the young practice of new life did see, The noble fcarlet dye of blood; Before one drop was by it made, Or brought into it, to set up the trade; From |