Both gifts destructive to the givers prove; She views the story with attentive eyes, IV. COWLEY. THE GARDEN. AIN would my Muse the flow'ry And humble glories of the youthful Spring; Where opening Roses breathing sweets diffuse, And vernal honours to their autumn join; II 20 There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play, By Laurels shielded from the piercing day: Still turns her Beauties from th' invading beam, 25 Nor seeks in vain for succour to the Stream. The stream at once preserves 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 WEEPING. While Celia's Tears make sorrow bright, Thus from the Ocean first did rise: These silver drops, like morning dew, The Baby in that sunny Sphere So like a Phaethon appears, 5 IO That Heav'n, the threaten'd World to spare, 15 Else might th' ambitious Nymph aspire V. E. OF ROCHESTER. ON SILENCE. I. ILENCE! coeval with Eternity, to be, 'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee. II. Thine was the sway, ere heav'n was form'd, or earth, Ere fruitful Thought conceiv'd creation's birth, 5 Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant forth. III. Then various elements against thee join'd, In one more various animal combin'd, And fram'd the clam'rous race of busy Humankind. And wicked Wit arose, thy most abusive foe. V. But rebel Wit deserts thee oft' in vain; Lost in the maze of words he turns again, And seeks a surer state, and courts thy gentle reign. 15 VI. Afflicted Sense thou kindly dost set free, And routed Reason finds a safe retreat in thee. VII. With thee in private modest Dulness lies, And in thy bosom lurks in Thought's disguise; Thou varnisher of Fools, and cheat of all the Wise ! VIII. 21 Yet thy indulgence is by both confest; Folly by thee lies sleeping in the breast, And 'tis in thee at last that Wisdom seeks for rest. IX. Silence! the knave's repute, the whore's good name, 25 The only honour of the wishing dame; Thy very want of tongue makes thee a kind of Fame. X. But could'st thou seize some tongues that now are free, How Church and State should be oblig'd to thee! At Senate, and at Bar, how welcome would'st cause: Then pompous Silence reigns, and stills the noisy Laws. XII. Past services of friends, good deeds of foes, What Fav'rites gain, and what the Nation owes, 35 Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repose. XIII. The country wit, religion of the town, The courtier's learning, policy o' th' gown, Are best by thee express'd; and shine in thee alone. XIV. The parson's cant, the lawyer's sophistry, 40 Lord's quibble, critic's jest; all end in thee, All rest in peace at last, and sleep eternally. VI. E. OF DORSET. ARTEMISIA. HO' Artemisia talks, by fits, Of councils, classics, fathers, wits; Yet in some things methinks she fails, 'Twere well if she would pare And wear a cleaner smock. her nails, 5 Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride, Are oddly join'd by fate: On her large squab you find her spread, That lies and stinks in state. IO |