And perfectly divine,

With Truth, and Peace, and Love fhall ever fhine

About the fupreme Throne

Of him, t'whose happy-making fight alone,

When once our Heav'nly-guided Soul shall climb, Then, all this Earthy grofnefs quit,

Attir'd with Stars, we fhall for ever fit, Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee,O

[Time.

Upon the Circumcifion.

E flaming Powers,and winged Warriors bright That erft with Musick, and triumphant Song, First heard by happy watchful Shepherds ear, So fweetly fung your Joy the Clouds along Through the soft filence of the lift'ning night; Now mourn, and if sad share with us to bear Your fiery effence can diftil no tear,

Burn in your fighs, and borrow

Seas wept from our deep forrow:

He who with all Heav'ns heraldry whilear
Enter'd the World, now bleeds to give us ease;

Alas, how foon our fin

Sore doth begin

His Infancy to seize!

O more exceeding love or law more just?
Juft law indeed, but more exceeding love!
For we by rightful doom remediless

Were loft in death, 'till he that dwelt above
High thron'd in fecret blifs, for us frail duft
Emptied his glory, ev'n to nakedness;

And that great Cov'nant which we still tranfgrefs
Intirely fatisfy'd,

And the full wrath befide

Of vengeful Juftice bore for our excess,

And feals obedience first with wounding smart

This day; but O ere long

Huge pangs and ftrong

B

Will pierce more near his heart.

At a folemn Mufick.

Left pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'ns joy,
Sphear-born harmonious Sifters, Voice and

Verse,

Wed

Wed your divine founds, and mixt power employ
Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce,
And to our high-rais'd phantafie present
That undisturbed Song of pure content,
Ay fung before the faphire-colour'd throne
To him that fits thereon

With Saintly shout, and folemn Jubilee,
Where the bright Seraphim in burning row
Their loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow,
And the Cherubick hoft in thousand quires
Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires,
With those just Spirits that wear victorious Palms,
Hymns devote and holy Pfalms

Singing everlastingly;

That we on Earth with undiscording voice
May rightly answer that melodious noise;
As once we did, 'till difproportion'd fin
Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din
Broke the fair Mufick that all creatures made
To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'd
In perfect Diapafon, whilst they stood

In first obedience, and their state of good.

O may we foon again renew that Song,

And keep in tune with Heav'n, 'till God ere long To his celestial confort us unite,

To live with him, and sing in endless morn of light.

A N

EPITAPH

T

ON THE .

Marchioness of Winchefter.

HIS rich Marble doth enterr

The honour'd Wife of Winchester, A Vicount's daughter, an Earl's heir, Befides what her Virtues fair

Added to her noble Birth,

More than she could own from Earth.

Summers three times eight fave one
She had told; alas too soon,

After fo fhort time of breath,

To house with darkness, and with death.

Yet

Yet had the number of her days

Been as compleat as was her praise,
Nature and fate had had no ftrife
In giving limit to her life.

Her high birth, and her graces sweet,
Quickly found a lover meet;

The Virgin quire for her request
The God that fits at marriage-feast;
He at their invoking came,

But with a scarce well-lighted flame;
And in his Garland as he ftood,
Ye might difcern a Cypress bud.
Once had the early Matrons run
To greet her of a lovely Son,
And now with second hopes fhe goes,
And calls Lucina to her throws;

But whether by mischance or blame
Atropos for Lucina came;
And with remorseless cruelty
Spoil'd at once both fruit and tree :
The hapless Babe before his birth
Had burial, yet not laid in earth,