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ON A FAN OF THE AUTHOR'S DESIGN, in which was painted the ftory of CEPHALIS and PROCRIS, with the motto, AuRa Veni.
SOME, gentle air! th' Æolian fhepherd said, While Procris panted in the secret shade; Come, gentle air! the fairer Delia cries, While at her feet her fwain expiring lies. Lo the glad gales o'er all her beauties ftray, Breathe on her lips, and in her bofom play! In Delia's hand this toy is fatal found, Nor could that fabled dart more furely wound: Both gifts destructive to the givers prove; Alike both lovers fall by thofe they love. Yet guiltless too this bright destroyer lives, At random wounds, nor knows the wound the gives: She views the story with attentive eyes, And pities Procris, while her lover dies.
AIN would my mufe the flow'ry treasures fing, And humble glories of the youthful Spring; Where op'ning rofes breathing sweets diffuse, And foft carnations fhow'r their balmy dews; 1: Where lilies fmile in virgin robes of white, The thin undrefs of fuperficial light;
And vary'd tulips fhow fo dazzling gay,
HILE Celia's tears make forrow bright, Proud Grief fits fwelling in her The fun, next those the faireft light, Thus from the ocean first did rife:
And thus through mifts we see the fun,
Thefe filver-drops, like morning:dew,
The baby in that funny sphere
That Heav'n, the threaten'd world to fpare, 45
Earl of ROCHESTER.
ILENCE! coeval with eternity; Thou wert ere Nature's felf 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 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 busy human-kinds-
The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was low,
'Till wrangling Science taught it noise and show, And wicked Wit arofe, thy most abusive foe. V.
But rebel Wit deferts thee oft in vain;
Loft in the maze of words he turns again, And feeks a furer ftate, and courts thy gentle reign. VI.
Afflicted Senfe thou kindly doft fet free,
And routed Reafon finds a fafe retreat in thee.
With thee in private modeft Dulness lies, And in thy bofom lurks in Thought's difguife; Thou varnisher of fools, and cheat of all the wife! VIII.
Yet thy indulgence is by both confeft;
Folly by thee lies fleeping in the breast,
And 'tis in thee at laft that Wifdom feeks for reft.
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 couldst thou feize fome tongues that now are free,
How church and state should be oblig'd to thee? At fenate, and at bar, how welcome wouldst thou be? 39
Yet Speech ev'n there fubmiffively withdraws, From rights of fubjects, and the poor man's caufe: [laws. Then pompous Silence reigns, and ftills the noisy XII.
Paft fervices of friends, good deeds of foes,
The country-wit, religion of the town,
The parfon's cant, the lawyer's fophiftry, Lord's quibble, critic's jeft; all end in thee, All reft in peace at laft, and fleep eternally.
Earl of DORSET.
HOUGH Artemifia talks, by fits,