Lift'ning to what unfhorn Apollo fings
To th' touch of golden wires, while Hebe brings Immortal nectar to her kingly fire:
Then paffing through the spheres of watchful fire, And misty regions of wide air next under, And hills of fnow and lofts of piled thunder, May tell at length how green-ey'd Neptune raves, In Heav'n's defiance muftering all his waves; Then fing of fecret things that came to pass 45 When beldam Nature in her cradle was; And last of kings and queens and heroes old, Such as the wife Demodocus once told In folemn fongs at king Alcinous feast, While fad Ulyffes foul and all the rest Are held with his melodious harmony In willing chains and fweet captivity. But fie, my wand'ring Muse, how thou doft ftray! Expectance calls thee now another way, Thou know'ft it must be now thy only bent To keep in compass of thy predicament: Then quick about thy purpos'd business come, That to the next I may refign my room. Then Ens is represented as father of the Predicaments his ten fons, whereof the eldest flood for Subftance with his canons, which Ens, thus fpeaking, explains:
OOD luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth
The faery ladies danc'd upon the hearth; 60
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Thy droufy nurse hath fworn she did them spy Come tripping to the room where thou didft lie, And sweetly finging round about thy bed Strow all their bleffings on thy fleeping head. She heard them give thee this, that thou fhouldft From eyes of mortals walk invisible: (fill Yet there is something that doth force my fear, 67 For once it was my difmal hap to hear A Sibyl old, bow-bent with crooked age, That far events full wifely could prefage, And in time's long and dark prospective glass Forefaw what future days fhould bring to pass; Your fon, said fhe, (nor can you it prevent) Shall fubject be to many an Accident. O'er all his brethren he fhall reign as king, Yet every one shall make him underling, And those that cannot live from him afunder Ungratefully fhall ftrive to keep him under, In worth and excellence he fhall out-go them, Yet being above them, he fhall be below them; 80 From others he fhall ftand in need of nothing, Yet on his brothers fhall depend for clothing. To find a foe it fhall not be his hap,
And peace shall lull him in her flow'ry lap; Yet fhall he live in ftrife, and at his door Devouring war fhall never ceafe to roar: Yea it fhall be his natural property To harbour thofe 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 Spake in profe, then Relation was call'd by his name.
IVERS arise; whether thou be the fon
Of utmost Tweed, or Oofe, or gulphy Dun,
Or Trent, who like some earth-born giant spreads His thirty arms along th' indented meads, Or fullen Mole that runneth underneath, Or Severn swift, guilty of maidens' death, Or rocky Avon, or of fedgy Lee,
Or coaly Tine, or ancient hallow'd Dee, Or Humber loud that keeps the Scythian's name, Or Medway smooth, or royal towred Thame. 100 (The reft was profe.)
On the Morning of CHRIST's NATIVITY.
HIS is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heav'n's eternal King, Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For fo the holy fages once did sing,
That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
That glorious form, that light unfufferable,
And that far-beaming blaze of majesty,
Wherewith he wont at Heav'n's high council-table To fit the midft of Trinal Unity,
He laid afide; and here with us to be,
Forfook the courts of everlafting day,
And chose with us a darkfome house of mortal clay. III.
Say heav'nly Mufe, fhall not thy facred vein Afford a prefent to the Infant God?
Haft thou no verfe, no hymn, or folemn ftrain, To welcome him to this his new abode, Now while the Heav'n by the fun's team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, 20 And all the spangled hoft keep watch in fquadrons (bright?
See how from far upon the eastern road The ftar-led wifards hafte with odors fweet : O run, prevent them with thy humble ode, And lay it lowly at his bleffed feet; Have thou the honor firft, thy Lord to greet, And join thy voice unto the Angel quire, From out his fecret altar touch'd with hallow'd fire.
T was the winter wild,
While the Heav'n-born child
All meanly wrapt in the rude
Nature in awe to him
Had dofft her gaudy trim,
With her great Mafter so to fympathize: It was no feason then for her
To wanton with the fun her lufty paramour.
Only with speeches fair
She woo's the gentle air
To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame,
Pollute with finful blame,
The faintly veil of maiden white to throw, Confounded, that her Maker's eyes
Should look fo near upon her foul deformities.
But he her fears to cease,
Sent down the meek-ey'd Peace;
She crown'd with olive green, came foftly fliding Down through the turning sphere
With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing, 50 And waving wide her myrtle wand,
She strikes an univerfal peace through sea and land.
No war, or battle's found
Was heard the world around:
The idle spear and shield were high up hung; 55
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