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Of a Lady singing to her LUTE.
AIR Chariner, cease, nor make your voice's prize
A heare resign’d the conquest of your eyes :
On a fan of the Author's design,
in which was painted țhe story of CEPHALUS and PROCRIS, with the Motto, AURA V ENI.
Come, gentle sir! th'Eolian shepherd said,
While Procris panied in the secrer shade i Come, gente Air, the fairer Delia cries, While at her feet her swain expiring lies. Lo the glad sales o’er all her beauties stray, Breathe on her lips, and in her borom play! In Delia's hind this toy is fatal found, Nor could thar fabled dare more surely wound : Both gifts destructive to the givers prove ; Alike both lovers fall by those they love. Yer guiltlefs too this bright destroyer lives, Ac random wounds, nor knows the wounds she gives : She views the story with attentive eyes, And pitics Procris, while her lover dies.
CO W L E Y.
The G A R D E N. FAI
AIN would my Muse the flow'ry Treasures ling.
And humble glories of the youthful Spring; Where opening Roses breathing fweets diffuse, And Cofe Carnations show'r their balmy dews; Where Lilies sinile in virgin robes pf whire, 5 The thin undress of superficial Light, And vary'd Tulips show so dazling gay, Blushing in bright diversities of day. Each painted flourer in the lake below Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow ; 10 And pale Narcissus on the bank, in vain Transformed, gazes on himself again. Here aged trees Cathedral Walks compose, And mount the hill in venerable rows; There the green Infants in their beds are laid, 15 The Garden's Hope, and its expected shade. Here Orange-trees with blooms and pendants shine, And vernal honours to their autumn join ; Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store, Yet in the rising blossom promise more. There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play, By Laurels shielded from the piercing day: Where Daphne, now a tree as once a maid, Still from Apollo vindicates her shade, Still turns her beauties from th'invading beam, 25 Nor seeks in vain for succour to the streain,
The stream at once preserves her virgin leaves,
WEEPIN G. White Celia's Tears make forrow bright,
Proud grief fits swelling in her eyes ; The Sun, next those the faireft light,
Thus froin the Ocean first did rise : And thus chro' Mists 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 burft away.
So like a Phaëron appears,
Tought fit to drown himn in her Tears :
SILENCE! coeval with Eternity;
Thou wert, ere Nature's self began to be, 'Twas one valt Nothing ,, all, and all slept falt in
Thine was the sway, ere licav’n was forin'd,
earth, Ere fruitful Thouglie concciv'd creation's birth, Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke che infant
Then various elements, against thee joind,
In one mors various animal combind,