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Still turns her beauties from th' invading beam, Nor seeks in vain for succour to the stream. The stream at once preserves her virgin leaves, At once a shelter from her boughs receives, Where summer's beauty midst of winter stays, And winter's coolness spite of summer's rays.
While Çelia's tears make sorrow bright,
Proud grief sits swelling in her eyes; The sun, next those the fairest light,
Thus from the ocean first did rise : And thus through mists we see the sun, Which else we durst not gaze upon.
These silver drops, like morning dew,
Foretell the fervour of the day:
And blasting lightnings burst away.
So like a Phaëton appears,
Thought fit to drown him in her tears ;
EARL OF ROCHESTER.
SILENCE ! coeval with eternity; Thou wert ere Nature's self began to be, 'Twas one vast nothing all, and all slept fast in thee.
Thine was the sway ere heaven was form’d, or earth, Ere fruitful thought conceiv'd creation's birth, Or midwife word gave aid, and spoke the infant
Then various elements against thee join'd,
The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was low, Till wrangling science taught its noise and show, And wicked wit arose, thy most abusive foe.
But rebel wit deserts thee oft in vain;
Amicted sense thou kindly dost set free,
With thee in private modest dulness lies,
Yet thy indulgence is by both confest;
Silence the knave's repute, the whore's good name,
are free, How church and state should be oblig'd to thee! At senate and at bar how welcome wouldst thou be!
Yet speech, e'en there, submissively withdraws From rights of subjects, and the poor
man's cause: Then pompous silence reigns, and stills the noisy
Past services of friends, good deeds of foes,
The parson's cant, the lawyer's sophistry,
EARL OF DORSET.
Though Artemisia 1 talks by fits
Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke: Yet in some things methinks she fails : 'Twere well if she would
her nails, And wear a cleaner smock.
Haughty and huge as High Dutch bride, Such nastiness and so much pride
Are oddly join'd by fate : On her large squab you find her spread, Like a fat corpse upon a bed,
That lies and stinks in state.
She wears no colours (sign of grace)
All white and black beside :
And masculine her stride.
So have I seen, in black and white,
Intended, it is said, for Queen Caroline.
Majestically stalk; A stately worthless animal, That plies the tongue, and wags the tail,
All Autter, pride, and talk.
PHRYNE had talents for mankind;
Like some free port of trade : Merchants unloaded here their freight, And agents from each foreign state
Here first their entry made.
Her learning and good breeding such,
Spaniards or French, came to her ; To all obliging she'd appear; 'Twas Si Signior, 'twas Yaw Mynheer,
'Twas S'il vous plaist, Monsieur.
Obscure by birth, renown'd by crimes, Still changing names, religions, climes,
At length she turns a bride: In diamonds, pearls, and rich brocades, She shines the first of batter'd jades,
And flutters in her pride.