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His hips and building; emblems of a heart
Large both in magnanimity and art.
While the propitious heavens this work attend,
The showers long wanted they forget to send:
As if they meant to make it underltood
Of more importance than our vital food.
The fun, which riseth to falute the Quire
Already finish'd, setting shall admire
How private bounty cou'd so far extend :
The King built all; but Charles the western-end ;
So proud a fabric to devotion giv’n,
At once it threatens, and obliges, heaven!
Laomedon, that had the Gods in pay,
Neptune, with him † that rules the sacred day,
Could no such structure raise: Troy wall’d so high,
Th’ Atrides might as well have forc'd the sky.
Glad, though amazed, are our neighbour Kings,
To see such power employ'd in peaceful things:
They list not urge it to the dreadful field;
The talk is eafier to destroy, than build.
To the QUEEN, occasioned upon sight of Her Majesty's
Picture. WELL fare the hand! which to our humble fight
Presents that beauty, which the dazzling light
Of Royal Splendor hides from weaker eyes :
And all access, fave by this art, denies.
Here only we have courage to behold
This beam of glory: here we dare unfold
In numbers thus the wonders we conceive :
The gracious image, feeming to give leave,
Propitious ftands, vouchafing to be seen;
And by our Muse saluted, Mighty Queen :
In whom th' extremes of power and beauty move,
The Queen of Britain, and the Queen of Love !
As the bright sun (to which we owe no sight
Of equal glory to your beauty's light)
Is wisely plac'd in fo fublime a seat,
T'extend his light, and moderate his heat :
So, happy 'tis you move in such a sphere,
As your high Majesty with awful fear
In human breasts might qualify that fire,
Which kindled by those eyes had flamed higher,
Than when the scorched world like hazard run,
By the approach of the ill-guided fun.
No other nymphs have title to men's hearts,
But as their meanness larger hope imparts :
Your beauty more the fondest lover moves
With admiration, than his private loves ;
With admiration for a pitch so high
(Save facred Charles's) never love durst fly.
Heaven, that prefer'd a scepter to your hand,
Favor'd our freedom more than your command:
Beauty had crown'd you, and you must have been
The whole world's mistress, other than a Queen.
All had been rivals, and you might have spar'd,
Or kill'd, and tyranniz'd, without a guard.
No power atchiev'd, either by arms or birth,
Equals Love's empire, both in heaven and earth :
Such eyes as yours, on Jove himself have thrown
As bright and fierce a lightning as his own :
Witness our Jove, prevented by their flame
In his swift passage to th' Hefperian Dame :
When, like a lion, finding in his way
To fome intended spoil, a fairer prey ;
The Royal Youth, pursuing the report
Of beauty, found it in the Gallic Court:
There public care with private passion fought
A doubtful combat in his noble thought:
Should he confess his greatness and his love,
And the free faith of your + Great Brother prove;
With his $ Achates, breaking through the cloud
Of that disguise which did their Graces frond;
And mixing with those Gallants at the Ball,
Dance with the Ladies, and outshine them all ?
Or on his journey o'er the mountains ride?
So, when the fair Leucothoë he efpy'd,
+ Lewis XIII, K. of France. 1 D. of Buckingham.
To check his steeds impatient Phoebus yearn'd,
Though all the world was in his course concern'd.
What may hereafter her meridian do,
Whose dawning beauty warm'd his bosom fo ?
Not so divine a flame, since deathless Gods
Forbore to visit the defil'd abodes
Of men, in any mortal breast did burn;
Nor shall, till Piety and They return.
OF THE QUEEN. THE
THE lark, that shuns on lofty boughs to build
Her humble neft, lies silent in the field :
But if (the promise of a cloudless Day)
Aurora smiling bids her rise and play;
Then strait she Thews, 'twas not for want of voice,
Or power to climb, she made so low a choice :
Singing the mounts, her airy wings are stretch'd
Tow'rds heaven, as if from heaven her note the fetch'd.
So we; retiring from the busy throng,
Use to restrain th' ambition of our song;
But since the light which now informs our age,
Breaks from the Court, indnlgent to her rage;
Thither my Muse, like bold Prometheus, fies,
To light her torch at Gloriana's eyes.
Those sovereign beams, which heal the wounded foul,
And all our cares, but once beheld, control !
There the poor lover that has long endur'd
Some proud nymph's scorn, of his fond passion curd,
Fares like the man who first upon the ground.
A glow-worm spy'd; supposing he had found
A moving diamond, a breathing stone;
For life it had, and like those jewels shone :
He held it dear, till, by the springing day
Inform’d, he threw the worthless worm away.
She saves the lover, as we gangrenes stay, By cutting hope, like a lopt limb, away : This makes her bleeding patients to accuse High Heaven, and these expoftulations use. « Could nature then no private woman grace, « Whom we might dare to love, with such a face, « Such a complexion, and so radiant eyes, “ Such lovely motion, and such sharp replies ? “ Beyond our reach, and yet within our fight, " What envious Power has plac'd this glorious light?".
Thus, in a starry night fond children cry For the rich spangles that adorn the sky; Which, though they shine for ever fixed there, With light and influence relieve us here. All her affections are to one inclin'd; Her bounty and compassion, to mankind : To whom, while she so far extends her grace, She makes but good the promise of her face: For mercy has, could mercy's self be seen, No sweeter look than this propitious Queen. Such guard, and comfort, the distressed find From her large power, and from her larger mind, That whom ill fate would ruin, it prefers ; For all the miserable are made her's. So the fair tree, whereon the eagle builds, Poor sheep from tempefts, and their shepherds, Thields: