For, as in angels, we Do in thy verfes fee Both improv'd fexes eminently meet; They are than man more strong, and more than woman fweet. They talk of Nine, I know not who, But have invok'd them oft, I 'm fure, in vain :: Ill-manners foil the luftre of her fame ; That, like a lantern's fair inclofed light, Of things for which we were not born And, as the Roman victory Taught our rude land arts and civility, At once the overcomes, enflaves, and betters, men. But Rome with all her arts could ne'er infpire, The warlike Amazonian train, Who in Elyfium now do peaceful reign, Merlin: Merlin the feer (and fure he would not lye, Does prophecies of learn'd Orinda show, Forgets her own misfortune and difgrace, And to her injur'd daughters now does boaft, That Rome 's o'ercome at last, by a woman of her race. D E UPON OCCASION OF A COPY OF VERSES OF MY LORD BROGHILL'S. E gone (faid I) ingrateful Mufe! and fee. What others thou canft fool, as well as me. Since I grew man, and wifer ought to be, My business and my hopes I left for thee: For thee (which was more hardly given away) I left, even when a boy, my play. But fay, ingrateful mistress! fay; What for all this, what didit thou ever pay? Becaufe. I have no vineyard there. Well but in love thou doft pretend to reign;, Thou bad'ft me write, and write, and write again; " VOL. I.. I, liks. I, like a fool, did thee obey : I wrote, and wrote, but ftill I wrote in vain ; Thus I complain'd, and strait the Mufe reply'd, Bounty immenfe! and that too must be try'd Who now, what reader does not strive All draw upon him, all around, And every part of him they wound, Happy the man that gives the deepest blow : And out at window threw, Ovid and Horace, all the chiming crew; Where only flowery weeds instead of corn did grow. When (see the subtle ways which Fate does find, Rebellious man to bind ! Juft to the work for which he is affign'd) Th The Muse came in more clearful than before, "My lover and belov'd, my Broghill, do for thee! "Broghill in thy defence has drawn his conquering I rofe, and bow'd my head, And pardon ask'd for all that I had faid : I ftrait refolv'd, and folemnly I vow'd, [pen ?" That from her service now I ne'er would part; The only danger is, left it fhould be Too strong a remedy; Left, in removing cold, it should beget And into madnefs turn the lethargy. Ah! gracious God! that I might fee A time when it were dangerous for me To be o'er-heat with praise ! But I within me bear, alas! too great aliays. 'Tis faid, Apelles, when he Venus drew, And with his powerful fancy did refine That my book should before him fit, Not as a caufe, but an occafion, to his wit; To my advantage out of it; fince I, The bright idea there of the great writer's mind? O D E. Mr. Cow LEY s Book prefenting itfelf to the Univerfity Library of O X FOR D. HAIL, Learning's Pantheon ! Hail, the facred ark Where all the world of fcience does imbark! Which ever shall withstand, and haft so long withstood, Infatiate Time's devouring flood. Hail, tree of knowledge! thy leaves fruit! which well Doft in the midft of paradise arife, Oxford the Mufe's paradife, From which may never fword the bless'd expel! |