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In first obedience, and their state of good.
O may we soon again renew that song,
And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long
To his celestial consort us unite,
To live with him, and sing in endless morn of light.






TAIS rich marble doth inter
The honour'd wife of Winchester,
A viscount's danghter, an earl's heir,
Besides what her virtues fair
Added to her noble birtb,
More than she could own from earth.
Sommers three times cight save one
She had told; alus ! too soon,
After so short time of breath,
To house with darkness, and with death.
Yet had the number of her days
Been as complete as was her praise,
Nature and Fate had had no strife
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 sits at marriage feast;

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Of herbs, and other country messes
Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses ;
And then in haste her how'r she leaves,
With Thestylis to bind the sheaves;
Or, if the earlier season lead,
To the tann'd haycock in the mead.
Sometimes with secure delight
The upland hainlets will invite,
When the merry hells ring round,
And the joound rebecs sound
To many a youth, and many a inaid,
Dancing in the chequer'd shade;
And young and old come forth to play
On a sunshine holy-day,
Till the live-long day-light fail :
Then to the spicy nut-brown ale,
With stories told of many a feat,
How fairy Mah the junkets eat;
She was pinch'd, and pullid, she said;
And he, hy friar's lanthorn led,
Tells how the drudging goblin sweat,
To earn his cream-bowl duly set,
When in one night, ere glimpse of morn,
His shadowy flail, hath thresh'd the corn;
That ten day-lab'rers could not end;
Then lies him down the lubbar-fiend,
And, stretch'd out all the chimney's length,
Basks at the fire his hairy strength;
And crop full out of doors be fings,
Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Thus done the tales, to bed they creep,
By whisp'ring winds soon lull'd asleep.
Tow'red cities please us then,







And the busy hum of men,
Where throngs of knights and barons bold,
In weeds of peace high triumphs hold,
With store of ladies, whose bright eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize
Of wit, or arms, while both contend
To win her grace, wbom all commend.
There let Hymen oft appear
In saffron robe, with taper clear,
And pomp, and feast, and revelry,
With mask, and antique pageantry;
Such sights as youthful poets dream
On summer eves by haunted stream.
Then to the well-trod stage anon,
If Johnson's learned sock be on,
Or sweetest Shakspear, fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.

And ever, against eating cares,
Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
Married to immortal verse;
Such as the meeting soul may pierce,
In notes with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out,
With wanton heed and giddy cunning ;
The melting voice through mazes running ;
Untwisting all the chains that tie
The hidden 'soul of harmony;
That Orpheus' self may heave his head
From golden slumber on a bed
Of heap'd Elysian finwers, and hear
Such strains as would have won the ear
Of Pluto, to have quite set free
His half-regain'd Eurydice.





These delights if thou canst give, Mirth, with thee I mean to live.



HENCE, vain deluding joys,

The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested,

Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys!
Dwell in some idle brain,

And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess,
As thick and numberless
As the gay motes that people the sun-beams;
Or likest hovering dreams,
The fickle pensioners, of Morpheus' train.

Bnt hail, thou Goddess, sage and holy,
Hail, divinest Melancholy!
Whose saintly visage is too bright
To hit the sense of human sight,
And therefore to our weaker view

15 O'er-laid with black, staid Wisdoun's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memmon's sister might beșeem, Or that starr’d Ethiop queen that strove set her beauty's praise above

21) 79_Nymphs, and their pow'rs offended:

art higher far descended:

at starrid Ethiop queen"......Cassiope, wife of




Phee bright-hair'd Vesta, long of yore,
To solitary Saturn bore;
His daughter she; (in Saturn's reign,
Such mixture was not held a stain :)
Oft in glimmering bow'rs and glades
He met her, and in secret shades
Of wondy Ida's inmost grove,
Whilst yet there was no fear of Jove,
Come, pensive Nun, devout and pure,
Sober, stedfast, and demure,
All in a robe of darkest grain,
Flowing with majestic train,
And sable stole of Cyprus lawn,
Over thy decent shoulders drawn.
Come, but keep thy wonted state,
With even step, and musing gait,
And looks commercing with the skies,
Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes :
There, held in holy passion still,
forget thyself to marble, till
With a sad leaden downward cast
Thou fix them on the earth as fast :
And join with thee calm Peace, and Quiet,
Spare Fast, that oft with Gods doth diet,
And hears the Muses in a ring
Aye round about Jove's altar sing :
And add to these retired Leisure,
'That in trim gardens takes his pleasure :
But first, and chiefest, with thee bring,
Him that yon soars on golden wing,
Guiding the fiery-wheeled throne,
The cherub Contemplation;
And the myte Silence hist along,




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