Or that crown'd Matron fage white-robed Truth?

Or any other of that Heav'nly brood

Let down in cloudie throne to do the World fome

Or wert thou of the golden-winged hoast,
Who having clad thy felf in humane weed,
To earth from thy prefixed feat didst poast,
And after short abode flie back with speed,
As if to fhew what creatures Heav'n doth breed,
Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire
To scorn the fordid world, and unto Heav'n aspire?

X.

But oh why didst thou not stay here below
To bless us with thy Heav'n-lov'd innocence,
To flake his wrath whom fin hath made our foe,
To turn swift-rushing black perdition hence,
Or drive away the flaughtering pestilence,

To ftand 'twixt us and our deserved smart?

But thou canst beft perform that office where thou art.

XI.

Then thou the Mother of fo sweet a Child
Her false imagin'd loss cease to lament,

Think what a prefent thou to God hast sent,
And render him with patience what he lent:
This if thou do, he will an off-spring give,
That 'till the World's laft end fhall make thy name to
[live.

Anno Ætatis 19. At a Vacation Exercife in the College, part Latin, part English. The Latin Speeches ended, the English thus began.

H

AIL native Language, that by finews weak

Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to
speak,

And mad❜ft imperfect words with childish trips,
Half unpronounc'd, flide through my infant lips,
Driving dumb filence from the portal door,
Where he had mutely fat two years before:
Here I falute thee, and thy pardon ask,

That now I use thee in my latter task:

Small lofs it is that thence can come unto thee,
I know my tongue but little grace can do thee:
Thou need'st not be ambitious to be first,
Believe me I have thither packt the worst:

And

And, if it happen as I did forecast,

The daintieft difhes fhall be serv'd

up laft;

I pray thee then deny me not thy aid
For this same small neglect that I have made:
But hafte thee ftrait to do me once a Pleasure,
And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefest treasure.
Not those new-fangled toys, and trimmings flight,
Which take our late Fantasticks with delight;
But cull thofe richeft Robes, and gay'st Attire,
Which deepest Spirits and choicest Wits defire:
I have some naked thoughts that rove about,
And loudly knock to have their paffage out;
And weary of their place do only stay
'Till thou haft deck'd them in thy best array;
That so they may without fufpect or fears
Fly swiftly to this fair Affembly's ears:
Yet I had rather, if I were to chufe,
Thy service in fome graver subject use,

Such as may make thee search thy coffers round
Before thou cloath my fancy in fit found:
Such where the deep transported mind may foar
Above the wheeling poles, and at Heav'n's door

Look

Look in, and fee each blissful Deity

How he before the thunderous throne doth lie, Listening to what unfhorn Apollo fings

To th' touch of golden wires, while Hebe brings Immortal Nectar to her Kingly Sire:

Then paffing through the Spheres of watchful fire,
And mistie Regions of wide air next under,

And hills of Snow and lofts of piled Thunder,
May tell at length how green-ey'd Neptune raves,
In heav'n's defiance mustering all his waves;
Then fing of fecret things that came to pass
When Beldam Nature in her cradle was;
And last of Kings and Queens and Hero's old,
Such as the wife Demodocus once told
In folemn Songs at King Alcinous' feast,
While fad Vlyffes foul and all the reft
Are held with his melodious harmony
In willing chains and sweet captivity.

But fie, my wandring Muse, how thou dost stray!
Expectance calls thee now another way,

Thou know'ft it must be now thy only bent
To keep in compass of thy Predicament:
Then quick about thy purpos'd business come,
That to the next I may refign my Room.

Then Ens is represented as Father of the Pradicaments his ten Sons, whereof the Eldeft food for Subftance with his Canons; which Ens, thus Speaking, explains.

G

OOD luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth

The Fairy Ladies danc'd upon the hearth; Thy drowfie Nurfe hath fworn fhe did them spie Come tripping to the Room where thou didst lie; And sweetly finging round about thy Bed, Strew all their bleffings on thy fleeping Head. She heard them give thee this, that thou should'st still From eyes of mortals walk invisible: Yet there is something that doth force my fear, For once it was my dismal hap to hear A Sibyl old, bow-bent with crooked Age, That far Events full wifely could prefage, And in Time's long and dark Profpective Glass Fore-faw what future days fhould bring to pass; Your Son, faid fhe, (nor can you it prevent) Shall fubject be to many an Accident. O'er all his Brethren he shall reign as King, Yet every one shall make him underling ;

And