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Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store,
Still turns her beauties from th' invading beam, 25
HILE Celia's Tears make forrow bright,
The Sun, next those the fairest light,
Thus from the Ocean first did rise :
Thefe filver drops, like morning dew,
So from one Cloud foft show'rs we view,
And blasting lightnings burst away.
The Stars that fall from Celia's eye,
The Baby in that funny Sphere
So like a Phaeton appears,
That Heav'n, the threaten'd World to spare, 45
Elfe might th' ambitious Nymph aspire,
E. of ROCHESTER.
ILENCE! coeval with Eternity;
Thou wert, ere Nature's self began to be,.
'Twas one vaft Nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee.
Thine was the fway, ere heav'n was form'd, or
Ere fruitful Thought conceiv'd creation's birth, Or midwife Word gave aid, and fpoke the infant
Then various elements, against thee join'd,
And fram'd the clam'rous race of bufyHuman-kind,
The tongue mov'd gently firft, and fpeech was
'Till wrangling Science taught it noise and show, And wicked Wit arose, thy most abusive foe,
But rebel Wit deferts thee oft' in vain ;
And feeks a furer ftate, and courts thy gentle reign,
Afflicted Senfe thou kindly doft fet free,
And routed Reason finds a fafe retreat in thee,
With thee in private modest Dulness lies, And in thy bofom lurks in Thought's disguise; Thou varnisher of Fools, and cheat of all the Wife!
Yet thy indulgence is by both confeft;
Folly by thee lies fleeping in the breast,
And 'tis in thee at last that Wisdom feeks for rest.
Silence the knave's repute, the whore's good
The only honour of the wishing dame;
Thy very want of tongue makes thee a kind of
But could' ft thou feize fome tongues that now are free,
How Church and State fhould be oblig'd to thee? At Senate,and at Bar,how welcome would'ft thou be?
Yet fpeech ev'n there, fubmiffively withdraws, From rights of fubjects, and the poor man's caufe; Then pompous Silence reigns, and ftills the noify
Paft fervices of friends, good deeds of foes, What Fav'rites gain, and what the Nation owes, Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repofe,
The country wit, religion of the town, The courtier's learning, policy o'th' gown, Are beft by thee express'd; and shine in thee alone,
The parfon's cant, the lawyer's fophistry, Lord's quibble, critic's jeft; all end in thee, All rest in peace at last, and fleep eternally.