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Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store,
WEEP IN G.
HILE Celia's Tears make sorrow bright,
Proud grief fits fwelling in her eyes; The Sun, next thofe the faireft light,
Thus from the Ocean firft did rise : And thus thro' Mifts we see the Sun,
35 Which else we durft not gaze upon.
These filver drops, like morning dew,
Foretell the fervour of the day:
And blasting lightnings burst away.
eye, Declare our Doom in drawing nigh.
The Baby in that sunny Sphere
appears, That Heav'n, the threaten’d World to spare, 45
Thought fit to drown him in her Tears ;
E. of ROCHESTER.
Thou wert, ere Nature's self began to be, 'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in thec.
earth, Ere fruitful Thought conceiv'd creation's birth, Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant
In one more various animal combin'd,
low, 'Till wrangling Science taught it noise and show, And wicked Wit arose, thy most abusive foe.
Lost in the maze of words he turns again, 14
And in thy bosom lurks in Thought's disguise;
Folly by thee lies sleeping in the breast,
IX. Silence the krave's repute, the whore's good name,
25 The only honour of the wishing dame ; Thy very want of tongue makes thee a kind of
X. But could'st thou seize some tongues that now
are free, How Church and State should be oblig'd to thee? AtSenate,and atBar,how welcome would'st thou be?
XI. Yet speech ev’n there, submiffively withdraws,
From rights of subjects and the poor man's cause: Then
pompous Silence reigns, and stills the noisy
What Fav'rites gain, and what the Nation owes, Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repose.
The country wit, religion of the town,
The courtier's learning, policy o’th' gown, Are best by thee express’d; and shine in thee alone.
Lord's quibble, critic's jest; all end in thee, All rest in peace at last, and sleep eternally.