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E. of ROCHESTER.
ILENCE! coeval with Eternity; Thou wert, ere Nature's felf began to be, "Twas one vaft Nothing, all, and all flept faft in thee.
Thine was the sway, ere heav'n was form'd, or earth,
Ere fruitful Thought conceiv'd creation's birth, Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant forth.
Then various elements, against thee join'd,
And fram'd the clam'rous race of bufy Human-kind.
The tongue mov'd gently firft, and speech was low, '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 fecks a furer ftate, and courts thy gentle reign. 15
Afflicted Senfe thou kindly doft fet free,
With thee in private modeft 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 confest;
Folly by thee lies fleeping in the breast,
Silence the knave's repute, the whore's good name, The only honour of the wishing dame;
Thy very want of tongue makes thee a kind of Fame.
But could't 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 speech ev'n there, fubmiffively withdraws, From rights of fubjects, and the poor man's caufe: Then pompous Silence reigns, and fills 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 repose.
The country wit, religion of the town, The courtier's learning, policy o'th' gown, Are beft by thee exprefs'd; and shine in thee alone.
The parfon's cant, the lawyer's sophistry, Lord's quibble, critic's jeft; all end in thee, All reft in peace at last, and fleep eternally.
E. of DORSET.
HO' Artemifia talks, by fits,
Of councils, claffics, fathers, wits; Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke : Yet in fome things methinks fhe fails, Twere well if she would pare her nails, And were a cleaner fmock.
Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride,
On her large fquab you find her fpread,
That lies and stinks in state.
She wears no colours (fign of grace)
All white and black befide:
And mafculine her ftride.