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ON A FAN OF THE AUTHOR'S DESIGN, in which was painted the fory of CEPHALIS and PROCRIS, with the motto, AuRa Veni.

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OME, gentle air! th' Æolian fhepherd faid, While Procris panted in the fecret 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 stray, 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 those they love. Yet guiltless too this bright deftroyer lives, At random wounds, nor knows the wound the gives: She views the ftory with attentive eyes, And pities Procris, while her lover dies.

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IV.

COWLEY.

The GARDEN.

AIN would my mufe the flow'ry treasures fing,
And humble glories of the youthful Spring;
Where op'ning rofes breathing fweets diffuse,
And foft carnations fhow'r their balmy dews;
Where lilies fmile in virgin robes of white,
The thin undrefs of fuperficial light;

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'And vary'd tulips fhow fo dazzling gay,
Blufhing in bright diverfities of day.
Each painted flouret in the lake below
Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow;
And pale Narciffus on the bank, in vain
Transformed, gazes on himself again.
Here aged trees cathedral-walks compofe,
And mount the hill in venerable rows:

If

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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 fhine,
And vernal honours to their autumn join;
Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store,
Yet in the rifing bloffom promise more.
There in bright drops the cryftal fountains play,
By laurels fhielded 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,
Nor feeks in vain for fuccour to the stream. 26
The ftream at once preferves her virgin leaves,
At once a shelter from her boughs receives,.
Where Summer's beauty midst of Winter stays,
And Winter's coolness spite of Summer's rays. 30

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WEEPING.

HILE Celia's tears make forrow bright,
Proud Grief fits fwelling in her eyes;

The fun, next those the fairest light,

Thus from the ocean first did rife:

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And thus through mifts we see the fun,
Which elfe we durft not gaze upon.

Thefe filver-drops, like morning:dew,
Foretel the fervour of the day:
So from one cloud foft show'rs we view,
And blafting lightning burst away.
The ftars that fall from Celia's eye,
Declare our doom in drawing nigh.

The baby in that funny sphere

So like a Phaeton appears,

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That Heav'n, the threaten'd world to fpare, 45
Thought fit to drown him in her tears:
Elfe might th' ambitious Nymph afpire,
To fet, like him, Heav'n too on fire.

V..

Earl of ROCHESTER.

On SILENCE.

I.

ILENCE! coeval with eternity;

Thou wert ere Nature's felf began to be, 'Twas one vaft nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee.

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Thine was the fway, ere heav'n was förm❜d, or

earth,

Ere fruitful Thought conceiv'd creation's birth, Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant

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Then various elements, against thee join'd, In one more various animal combin'd, And fram'd the clam'rous race of busy human-kind IV.

The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was

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low, 'Till wrangling Science taught it noise and show, And wicked Wit arofe, thy most abusive foc.

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 dost set free,
Opprefs'd with argumental tyranny,

And routed Reafon finds a fafe retreat in thee.
VII.

With thee in private modeft Dulnefs lies,

And in thy bofom lurks in Thought's difguife; Thou varnisher of fools, and cheat of all the wife! VIII.

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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.

IX.

Silence the knave's repute, the whore's good

name,

The only honour of the wishing dame;

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Thy very want of tongue makes thee a kind of

Fame.

X.

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?

XI.

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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 noify

XII.

Past services of friends, good deeds of foes, What fav'rites gain, and what the nation owes, Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repofe. XIII.

The country-wit, religion of the town, The courtier's learning, policy o' th' gown, Are best by thee exprefs'd; and shine in thee alone. XIV.

The parfon's cant, the lawyer's sophistry, Lord's quibble, critic's jeft; all end in thee, All reft in peace at laft, and fleep eternally.

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VI.

Earl of DORSET.

ARTEMISIA.

HOUGH Artemifia talks, by fits,
Of councils, claffics, fathers, wits;

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