On bankrupt mortals who believe and love

His name.

"Then, my Chariffa, all is thine. And thine, my Mitio, the fair faint replies.

"Life, death, the world below, and worlds on high,
"And place, and time, are ours; and things to come,
"And paft, and prefent; for our intereft ftands
"Firm in our myftic head, the title fure.

"'Tis for our health and sweet refreshment, (while
"We fojourn ftrangers here) the fruitful earth
"Bears plenteous; and revolving feafons ftill
"Dress her vaft globe in various ornament.
"For us this chearful fun and chearful light
"Diurnal shine. This blue expanfe of fky
"Hangs a rich canopy above our heads,

Covering our flumbers, all with starry gold
"Inwrought, when night alternates her return.
"For us time wears his wings out: Nature keeps
"Her wheels in motion: and her fabrick ftands.
"Glories beyond our keņ of mortal fight
"Are now preparing, and a mansion fair
Awaits us, where the faints unbody'd live.
"Spirits releas'd from clay, and purg'd from sin:
"Thither our hearts with moft inceffant with

Panting afpire; when fhall that dearest hour "Shine and releafe us hence, and bear us high, "Bear us at once unfever'd to our better home?"

O bleft connubial state ! O happy pair,

Envy'd by yet unfociated fouls

Who seek their faithful twins! Your pleasures rife

Sweet as the morn, advancing as the day,
Fervent as glorious noon, ferenely calm
As fummer-evenings. The vile fons of earth
Groveling in duft with all their noisy jars
Reftlefs, fhall interrupt your joys no more
Than barking animals affright the moon
Sublime, and riding in her midnight way.
Friendship and love thallundiftinguifh'd reign
O'er all your paffions with unrival'd fway
Mutual and eyerlafting: Friendfaip knows
No property in good, but all things common
That each poffeffes, as the light or air

In which we breathe and live: There's not one thought
Can lurk in clofe referve, no barriers fix'd,

But every paffage open as the day

To one another's breaft, and inmoft mind.
Thus by communion your delight shall grow,

Thus ftreams of mingled blifs fwell higher as they flow,
Thus angels mix their flames, and more divinely glow.

The THIRD PART: Or

The Acco UNT balanced.

SHOUL

HOULD fovereign love before me stand,
With all his train of pomp and state,

And bid the daring Mufe relate

His comforts and his cares;
Mitio, I would not atk the fand
For metaphors t' exprefs their weight,
Nor borrow numbers from the ftars.

Thy

Thy cares and comforts, fovereign Love,
Vaftly out-weigh the fand below,

And to a larger audit grow

Than all the stars above.

Thy mighty loffes and thy gains

Are their own mutual measures;
Only the man that knows thy pains
Can reckon up thy pleasures.

Say, Damon, fay, how bright the fscene,
Damon is half-divinely bleft,

Leaning his head on his Fiorella's breast,

Without a jealous thought, or bufy care between:
Then the fweet paffions mix and share;
Florella tells thee all her heart,

Nor can thy foul's remoteft part

Conceal a thought or wifh from the beloved fair.
Say, what a pitch thy pleasures fly,

When friendship all-fincere grows up to ecstacy,
Nor felf contracts the blifs, nor vice pollutes the joy.
While thy dear offspring round thee fit,

Or fporting innocently at thy feet

Thy kindeft thoughts engage:

Thofe little images of thee,

What pretty toys of youth they be,

And growing props of age!

But fhort is earthly blifs! The changing wind
Blows from the fickly South, and brings

Malignant fevers on its fultry wings,

Relentless death fits clofe behind:

Now gafping infants, and a wife in tears,
With piercing groans falutes his ears,
Through every vein the thrilling torments roll;
While fweet and bitter are at ftrife

In those dear miseries of life,

Those tendereft pieces of his bleeding foul.
The pleasing sense of love awhile

Mixt with the heart-ake may the pain beguile,
And make a feeble fight:
Till forrows like a gloomy deluge rise,
Then every finiling paffion dies,

And hope alone with wakeful eyes

Darkling and folitary waits the flow-returning light.

Here then let my ambition reft,
May I be moderately bleft

When I the laws of Love obey :
Let but my pleasure and my pain
In equal balance ever reign,

Or mount by turns and fink again,
And fhare just measures of alternate sway.
So Damon lives, and ne'er complains;
Scarce can we hope diviner fcenes

On this dull ftage of clay :

The tribes beneath the northern Bear

Submit to dark nefs half the year,

Since half the year is day.

On

On the Death of the Duke of GLOUCESTER, juft after Mr. DRYDEN.

An EPIGRAM.

1700.

DRYDEN is dead, Dryden alone could fing
The full-grown glories of a future king.
Now Glofter dies: Thus leffer heroes live

By that immortal breath that Poet's give;
And fcarce revive the Mufe: But William ftands,
Nor afks his honours from the Poet's hands,
William fhall fhine without a Dryden's praise,
His laurels are not grafted on the bays.

An Epigram of MARTIAL to CIRINUS.

"Sic tua, Cirini, promas Epigrammata vulgo
"Ut mecum poffis, &c."

Infcribed to Mr. JOSIAH HORTE. 1694.
Lord Bishop of KILMORE * in IRELAND.

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your numbers, friend, your verse so sweet, So sharp the jest, and yet the turn so neat, That with her Martial Rome would place Cirine, Rome would prefer your fenfe and thought to mine. Yet modeft you decline the public stage,

To fix your friend alone amidst th' applauding age,

* Afterwards Archbishop of Tuamn.

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