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Wert thou some star which from the ruin'd roof
Of shak‘d Olympus by mischance didst fall;
Which careful Jove in nature's true behoof
Took up, and in fit place did reinstall?
Or did of late earth's sons besiege the wall

Of sheeny Heav'n, and thou 'some Goddess filed
Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar'd head?

Or wert thou that just Maid, who once before
Forsook the hated earth, O tell me sooth,
And cam'st again to visit us once more;
Or wert thou that sweet-smiling Youth ?
Or that crown'd matron sage white rob'd Truth?

Or any other of that heav'nly brood
Let down in clondy throne to do the world some good?

Or wert thou of the golden-winged host,
Who, having clad thyself in human weed,
To earth from thy prefixed seat didst post,
And after short abode Ay back with speed,
As if to show what creatures Heav'n doth breed;

Therehy to set the hearts of men on fire
To scorn the sordid world, and unto Heav'n aspire?

But oh! why didst thou not stay here below
To bless us with thy heav'n-lov'd innocence,
To slake his wrath, whom sin hath made our foe,
To turn swift rushing black perditition hence,
Or drive away the slaughtering pestilence,

To stand 'twixt us and our reserved smart?
hnt thou canst best perform that office where thou art.
You, III.




Then thou, the mother of so sweet a child,
Her false-imagin'd loss cease to lament,
And wisely learn to curb thy sorrows wild;
Think what a present thou to God hast sent,
And render him with patience what he lent;

75 This if thou do, he will an offspring give, That till the world's last end, shall make thy name to live.

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At a vacation Exercise in the college, part Latin, part En

glish. The Latin speeches ended, the English thus began.


HAIL, native language, that by sinews weak
Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak,
And mad'st imperfect words with childish trips,
Half unpronounced, slide through my infant-lips,
Driving dumb Silence from the portal door,
Where he had mutely sat two years before!
Here I salute thee, and thy pardon ask,
That now I use thee in my latter task :
Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee,
I know my tongue but little grace can do thee:
Thou needst not be ambitious to be first,
Believe me I have thither pack'd the worst:
And, if it happen as I did forecast,
The daintiest dishes shall be serv'd up last.
I pray thee then deny me not thy aid
For this same small neglect that I have made:

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But haste thee straight to do me once a pleasure,
And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefest treasure,
Not those new-fangled toys, and trimming slight
Which takes our late fantastics with delight;
But cull those richest robes, and gay'st attire,
Which deepest spirit, and choicest wits desire.
I have some naked thoughts that rove about,
And loudly knock to bave their passage out;
And weary of their place, do only stay
Till thou hast deck'd them in thy best array;
That so they may, without suspect or fears,
Fly swiftly to this fair assembly's ears;
Yet I had rather, if I were to chuse,
Thy service in some graver subject use,
Such as may make thee search thy coffers round,
Before thou clothe my fancy in fit sound:
Such where the deep transported mind may soar
Above the wheeling poles, and at Heav'n's door
Look in, and see each blissful Deity
How he before the thunderous throne doth lie,
Listning to what unshorn Apollo sings
To th' touch of golden wires, while Hebe brings
Immortal nectar to her kingly sire :
Then passing through the spheres of watchful fire,
And misty 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 sing of secret things that came to pass
When beldam Nature in her cradle was;
And last of kings, and queens, and heroes old,
Such as the wise Demodocus once told
In solemn songs at king Alcinous' feast,



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While sad Ulysses' soul, and all the rest,
Are held with his melodions harmony
In willing chains, and sweet captivity.
But fie, my wand'ring Muse, how thou dost stray!
Expectance calls thee now another way ;
Thou know'st it must be now thy only beng
To keep in compass of thy predicament:
Then quick about thy purpos’d business come,
That to the next I may resign my room.


Then Ens is represented as father of the Predicaments his two

sons, whereof the eldest stood for Substance with his cannons, which Ens, thus speaking, explains.

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GOOD luck befriend thee, Son; for, at thy birth,
The fairy ladies danc'd upon the hearth;
Thy drousy nurse hath sworn she did them spy
Come tripping to the room where thou didst lie,
And, sweetly singing round about thy bed,
Strew all their hlessings on thy sleeping head.
She heard them give thee this that thou shonldst still
From eyes of mortals walk invisible :
Yet there is something that doth force my fear;
For once it was my dişmal hap to hear
A Sibyl old, bow-bent with crooked age,
That far events full wisely could presage,
And in time's long and dark prospective glass
Foresaw what future days should bring to pass ;
« Your son,” said she, (“ nor can you it prevent,
Shall subject be to many an Accident.
O'er all bis brethren he shall reign as king,
Yet every one shall make him underling ;
And those that cannot live from him asunder,

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Ungratefully shall strive to keep him under ;
In worth and excellence he shall out-go them,
Yet, being above them, he shall be below them;
From others he shall stand in need of nothing,
Yet on his brothers shall depend for clothing.
To find a foe it shall not be his har ;
And peace shall lull him in her flow'ry lap;
Yet shall he live in strife, and at his door
Devouring war shall never cease to roar;
Yea, it shall be his natural property
To harbor those that are at enmity.
What pow'r, what force, what mighty spell, if not
Your learned hands, can loose this Gordian knot ?"



The next Quantity and Quality spoke in prose, then Relatiop

was called by his name,


RIVERS, arise; whether thou be the son
Of utmost Tweed, or Oose, or Gulphy Dun,
Or Trent, who, like some earth-born giant, spreads
His thirty arms along th' indented meads;
Or sullen Mole, that runneth underneath;
Or Severn swift, guilty of maiden's death;
Or rocky Avon, or of sedgy Lee,
Or coaly Tine, or ancient hallow'ol Dee;
Or Humber loud, that keeps the Scythian's name ;
Or medway smooth, or royal-tow'red Thame.


The rest was prose.]

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