O N SEVERAL OCCASIONS. I. ANNO AETATIS 17. On the death of a fair Infant, dying of a cough. I. Faireft flow'r no fooner blown but blafted, Fore Soft filken primrose fading timelesly, Summer's chief honor, if thou hadft out-lafted Bleak Winter's force that made thy bloffom dry; For he being amorous on that lovely dye That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kifs, But kill'd, alas, and then bewail'd his fatal blifs. II. For fince grim Aquilo his charioteer By boiftrous rape th' Athenian damfel got, 5 ΤΟ Of long-uncoupled bed, and childlefs eld, (held. Which 'mongst the wanton Gods a foul reproach was So III. So mounting up in icy-pearled car, 15 But all unwares with his cold-kind embrace 20 Unhous'd thy virgin foul from her fair biding place. IV. Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate; 25 But then transform'd him to a purple flower: Alack that so to change thee Winter had no power. V. Yet can I not perfuade me thou art dead, Hid from the world in a low delved tomb; 31 Oh no! for fomething in thy face did shine Above mortality, that show'd thou waft divine. 35 VI. Resolve me then, oh Soul most surely bleft, Whether Whether above that high first-moving sphere, 40 Oh say me true, if thou wert mortal wight, And why from us fo quickly thou didst take thy flight. VII. Wert thou some star which from the ruin'd roof, 45. Of sheeny Heav'n, and thou fome Goddess fled Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar'd head? VIII. Or wert thou that just Maid who once before 50 Or that crown'd matron fage white-robed Truth? IX. бо Or wert thou of the golden-winged hoft, But X. But oh why didst thou not stay here below To ftand 'twixt us and our deserved smart? 69 But thou canst best perform that office where thou art. XI. Then thou the mother of fo fweet a Child 75 This if thou do, he will an ofspring give, (live. That till the world's last end fhall make thy name to II. Anno AEtatis 19. At a Vacation Exercise in the college, part Latin, part English. The Latin speeches ended, the English thus began: HA AIL native Language, that by finews weak Didft move my firft endevoring tongue to speak, And mad'st imperfect words with childish trips, Half unpronounc'd, slide 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: 5 Small Small lofs it is that thence can come unto thee, 15 20 The daintieft difhes fhall be ferv'd up laft. 25 That fo they may without fufpect or fears Thy service in fome graver subject use, 30 may Such as may make thee search thy coffers round, Y 35 Lift'ning |