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 825 WATTS (Isaac) Hos/e Lyrics, Poems chiefly of the Lyric Kind, in Two 
 Books. I. Songs, etc., sacred to devotion. II. Odes, Elegys, etc., to Vertue, Loyalty, 
 and Friendship. London , printed by S. and D. Bridges, Jor John Lawrence, etc., I'oS. 
 FIRST EDITION, 8vo, a very fine copy in the new sprinkled calf extra, rough gilt 
 edges, by Riviere 12.00 
 
 Isaac Watts was born at Southampton in 1674 and died in 1748. " Mr. Montgomery has claimed for 
 him the honour of being 'almost the inventor of hymns in our language'; and the claim is not 
 extravagant." 
 
 I 
 

HO KM LTKlWm^A^ 
 
 POEMS 
 
 Chiefly of the Lyric kind. 
 
 In Two Books. 
 
 i. 
 
 Songs, &c. sacredto Devotion. 
 
 ii. 
 
 Odes, ELEGYs.e^.to Vertue 
 
 Loyalty and Friendjhif. 
 
 By I WATTS. 
 
 >Si non Uranie lyra?n 
 
 Ccslefiem cobibet y nee Polyhymnia 
 Humanum refugit tendere barbiton. 
 
 Horat. Od. i. Imitat. 
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 "Hpsoets ri(4&. Pythag. Aur. Carm. 
 
 LONDON, 
 
 Printed by S. and D- Bridge? for John Lawrence at 
 the Sign of the Angel in the Voukrey. MDCCVI. 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 IT has been a long Complaint of the Vertuous 
 and Refined World, that Poefie whofe Original 
 is Divine,fhould be enflav'd to Vice and Profane- 
 nefs 5 that an Art infpired from Heaven fhould have 
 fo far loft the Memory of its Birth-place, as to be in- 
 gaged in the Interefts of Hell: and bring all her re- 
 fiftlefs Forces of Metaphor, Wit, Rhyme and Num- 
 ber, and range them under the Banner of the Great 
 Malicious Spirit to aflault the Honour of God and 
 the Souls of Men. 
 
 The Eldeft Song which Hiftory has brought down 
 to our Ears was a noble Aft of Worfliip paid to the 
 God of Ifrael, " When his Right hand became glo- 
 " rious in Power, when thy Right hand, Lord, 
 dafied in pieces the Enemy 3 the Chariots of Pharaoh 
 and his Hofi were caft into the Red-Sea * Ihou didft 
 blow with thy Wind, the Deep covered them, and 
 " they fank as Lead in the mighty Waters, Exod. 1 5. 
 This Art was maintained Sacred thro' the following 
 Ages of the Church, and implby'd by Kings and Pro- 
 phets, by David, Solomon, and Ifaiah, in breathing 
 the Life of Angels into the Hearts of Men, and rear- 
 ing their Minds Heavenward in warm and tuneful 
 Devotion. 
 
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 In the Younger Days of Heathenifm the Mufes 
 were devoted to the fame Service : The Language in 
 which Old Hejlodad&xeflks them is this. 
 
 Afc87e, AC Ivvhtilt o<pili£pp 7m1t% v/j,mwtoLt. 
 
 In EngUJIh 
 
 Pierian Mufe&y fair? A for Heavenly Lays^ 
 Defcend, and fing the God your Fathers Praife. 
 
 And he purfues the Subjeft in ten Pious Lines,which 
 I could not forbear to Tranfcribe if the Afped: and 
 Sound of fo much Greek were not terrifying to a nice 
 Reader. 
 
 But fome of the later Poets of the Pagan World 
 have more debafed this Divine Gift, and many of 
 the Writers of firft Rank in this our Age of Na- 
 tional Chriftians have to their Eternal Shame furpaf* 
 fed the vileft of the Gentiles. They have Exposed 
 Religion to Drollery, and dreft her up in the moft 
 Ridiculous Habit, for the Scorn of the ruder Herd 
 of Mankind. They have painted the Vices like fo 
 many GoddeiTes, added the Charms of W it to Debau- 
 chery, and heightned the Temptation where Nature 
 needs the ftrongeft Reftraints. With Sweetnefs of 
 Sound and Delicacy of Expreffion they have given a 
 \elilh to Blafphemiesof the harfheft kind, and when 
 hey rant at their Maker in Sonorous Numbers they 
 lancy themfelves to have a&ed the Hero well. 
 
 Thus 
 
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 Thus almoft in vain have the Throne and the Pul- 
 pit cried, Reformation, while the Stage and Licen- 
 tious Poems have waged open War with the Pious 
 Deflgn of Church and State. The Prefs has fpread 
 the Poyfon far, and fcatter d wide the Mortal Infecti- 
 on ^ Unthinking Youth have been allured to Sin be- 
 yond the Vicious Propenfities of Nature, plung'd 
 early into Difeafes and Death, and funk down to 
 Damnation in Multitudes. How will thefe Allies of 
 the Nether World, the Lewd and Profane Yerfifiers 
 fland aghaft before the Great Judge, when the Blood 
 of many Souls whom they never faw fhall be laid to 
 the Charge of their Writings, and be dreadfully re- 
 quired at their Hands. The Reverend Mr. Collier 
 has fet this Awful Scene before them in juft and fla- 
 ming Colours 5 and if the Application were not too 
 rude and uncivil, that noble Stanza of my Lord Rof* 
 common on PjaL 148, might be addrefs'd to them, 
 
 Te Dragons, whofe Contagious Breath 
 
 Peoples the dark Retreats of Death, 
 Change your dire HiJJingsinto Heavenly Songs , 
 Andpraife youy Maker with your Forked Tongues, 
 
 But alafs ! there is a deep Silence among thefe 
 Men of all Divine Subjects, unlefs in Banter 5 The 
 Wonders of Creating Power, the Myfteries of Re- 
 deeming Love, and the mighty Works of Renewing 
 Grace are negle&ed by thofe, whom Heaven has in- 
 dued with a Gift proper to adcrn and cultivate 5 em : 
 An Art whofe fweet Infinuations might have almoft 
 
 convey'd 
 
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 convey'd Piety into refitting Nature, and melted 
 Souls oflron to the Love of Virtue. 
 
 Will the Writers of this Age cite the French Critic 
 on their fide, and fay, 
 
 De la Foy d'unChretien les Myfteres terribles 
 Z)' Ornemens egayez ne font point fufceptibles : 
 
 That the Myfteries of Chriftianity are not capable of 
 gay Ornaments : The Davideis and the two Art burs 
 have broke down this Obftacle, and experimentally 
 confuted the vain pretencec 
 
 Befides, the Chriftian Myfteries have no need of 
 thefe Tinfel Trappings 5 the Glories of our Religion 
 in a plain Narration and a fimple Drefs have fome- 
 thing brighter and bolder in them, fomethmg more 
 furprizing and Divine, than all the Adventures of 
 Gods and Heroes, all the dazling Images of falie lu- 
 ftre that compofe and garnifh a Heathen Poem 5 here 
 the Subjeds themfclves would give wonderful Aids 
 to the Mufe $ and the fieavenly Theme would fo 
 relieve a dull Hour and a languifliing Genius, that 
 when the Mufe nods, the Senfe would burn and 
 fparkle upon the Reader, and keep him feelingly 
 awake. 
 
 With how much lefs toil and expence might a 
 Dryden, an Otway, a Congreve, or a Dennis furnifh 
 out a Chriftian Poem than a Modern Play ^ there is 
 nothing amongft all the Ancient Fables or Later 
 Romances, that have two fuch Extremes united in 
 them, as the Eternal God becoming an Infant of 
 Days, the PoiTeffor of the Pallace of Heaven laid to 
 
 Sleep 
 
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 Sleep in a Manger, the Holy Jefus who knew no 
 Sin bearing the Sins of Men in his Body on the 
 Tree, Agonies of Sorrow loading the Soul of him 
 who was God over all Blefied for ever 5 and the So- 
 vereign of Life ftretching his Arms on a Crofs, 
 Bleeding and Expiring : The Heaven and the Hell 
 in our Divinity are infinitely more delightful and 
 dreadful than the Childifh Figments of a Dog with 
 three Heads, the Buckets of the Betides, the Furies 
 with Snaky Hairs, or all the Flow'ry Stories of Ely- 
 [mm. Audif we furvey the one as Themes Divinely 
 True, and the other as a Medly of Fooleries which 
 we can never believe, the advantage for touching the 
 Springs of Paflion will fall infinitely on the fide of 
 the Chriftian Poet 5 our Wonder and our Love, our 
 Pity, Delight, and Sorrow, with the long train of 
 Hopes and Fears, muft needs be under the Command 
 of an Harmonious Pen, whofe every Line makes a 
 part of the Readers Faith, and is the very Life or 
 Death of his Soul. 
 
 If the trifling and incredible Tales that furnifh out 
 a Tragedy are lb arm'd by Wit and Fancy as to be- 
 come Soveraign of the Rational Powers, to triumph* 
 over all the Affe&ions, and manage our Smiles and 
 our Tears at pleafure 5 how wondrous a Conqueft 
 might be obtain d over a wild World, and reduce it 
 at leaft to Sobriety, if the fame Happy Talent were 
 employed in drefling the Scenes of Religion in their 
 proper Figures of Majefty, Beauty and Terror. The 
 Affairs of this Life with their reference to a Life ro 
 come, would fhinebright in 3 Bramatick Dcfcriptv 
 pn. The Anguifli of inward Guilt, %\iz fecret Stmg.s 
 
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 and Racks and Scourges of Confcience, thefweet re- 
 tiring Hours and Seraphical Joys of Devotion, the 
 Viftory of a Refolved Soul over a thoufand Temp- 
 rations, the Inimitable Love and Paflion of a Dying 
 God, the Awful Glories of the laft Tribunal, the 
 grand Decifive Sentence from which there is no Ap- 
 peal, and the Confequpnt Tranfports or Horrors of 
 the two Eternal Worlds. How would fuch a Per- 
 formance call back the dying Piety of t|ie Nation to 
 Life and Beauty : It would make Religion appear 
 like it felf, and confound the Blafphemies of a pro- 
 fligate World, ignorant of Pious Pleafures. 
 
 But we have reafon to fear that the Tuneful Men 
 of our Day have not rais d their Ambition to fo Di- 
 vine a Pitch 3 I fhould rejoyce to fee more of this 
 Coeleftial Fire kindling within them, for the Flafhes 
 that break out infome prefentand paft Writings be- 
 tray an Infernal Source. This the Incomparable 
 Mr. Cowley in the latter End of his Preface, and the 
 Ingenious Sir Richard Blachnore in the beginning of 
 his have fo pathetically d^fcrib'd and lamented 3 and 
 1 rather refer the Reader to mourn with them than 
 . detain and tire him here. Thefe Gentlemen in their 
 large and laboured Works of Poefie have given the 
 World happy Examples of what they wifli and in- 
 courage in Profe : The One in a rich Variety of 
 Thought and Fancy ^ the Other in all the Beauties 
 of Profufe and Florid Di&ion. 
 
 If fhorter Sonnets were composed on fublime Sub- 
 jects, fuch as the Pfalms of David, and the Holy 
 Tranfports interlpers d iri the other Sacred Writings, 
 or fiich as the Moral Odes of Horace, and the Anr 
 
 cient 
 
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 cient Lyric fa 9 I perfwade my feif that the Chriftian 
 Preacher would find abundant Aid from the Poet in 
 his Defign to diffufe Vertue and allure Souls to 
 God. If the Heart were firft inflam'd from Hea- 
 ven, and the Mufe were not left alone to form the 
 Devotion and purfue a Cold Scent, but only call'd in 
 as an Afliftant to the Worfhip, then the Song would 
 end where the Infpiration ceafes $ the whole Com- 
 pofure would be of a Piece, all Meridian Light and 
 Meridian Fervor. And the fame Pious Flame would 
 be propagated and kept glowing in the Heart of him 
 that reads. Some of the fhorter Odes of the two 
 Poets now mentioned, and a few of* the Reverend 
 Mr. Norms Effays in Verfe are convincing Inflates 
 of the Succefs of this Propofal. 
 
 Tis my Opinion alfo that the free and unconfin'd 
 Meafures of Pindar would beft maintain the Digni- 
 ty of the Theme, as well as give a loofe to the De- 
 vout Soul, nor check the Raptures of her Faith and 
 Love. Tho' in my feeble Attempts of this kind I 
 have moft unhappily fetter'd my Thoughts in the 
 narrow Numbers of our Old Pfalm-Tranflators, 1 
 have contra&fcd and cramp't the Senfe, or render d 
 it obfcure and feeble by the too fpeedy and regular 
 returns of Rhime. 
 
 If my Friends expeft a particular account of this 
 or any other Circumftance relating to what I here 
 Publifh, they will be pleas'd to accept of this fhort 
 one. 
 
 The 
 
The PREFACE. 
 
 The TITLE 
 
 Affures them that Poefy is not the Bufinefs of my 
 Life, and if I feized thofe Hours of Leifure wherein 
 my Soul was in a more fprightly and tuneful Frame 
 to entertain them or my felf with a Divine or Moral 
 Song, I hope I fliall find an Eafy Pardon. 
 
 The S O N G S Sacred 
 to DEVOTION 
 
 Were never written with a defign to appear before 
 the Judges of Wit, but only to affift the Meditations 
 and Worfhip of Vulgar Chriftians, to whom the Mea- 
 fures of Hopkins by Cuftom are grown Familiar and 
 Natural, and efteemed almoft Sacred by being bound 
 up in the fame Volume with Scripture. Thefe are 
 but a fmall part of two hundred Hymns of the fame 
 kind which are ready for Public Ufe if the World 
 receive favourably what I now prefent. The Rea- 
 fon that fent thefe out firft, and divided them from 
 their Fellows, is, that in moft of Thefe there are 
 fome Expreffions which are not fuited to the plain- 
 eft Capacities, and differ too much from the ufual 
 
 Methods 
 
The PREFACE. 
 
 Methods of Speech in which Holy Things are pro* 
 pos'd to the general Part of Mankind. 
 
 The ODES to VER 
 
 TUE &c. 
 
 Were form'd when the Frame and Humour of my 
 Soul was juft fuited to the Subjeft of my Verfe : 
 The Image of my Heart is painted in them 5 and if 
 they meet with a Reader whofe Soul is akin to mine, 
 perhaps they may agreeably entertain him. The 
 Dullnefs of the Fancy and Coarfenefs of Expreflion 
 will disappear, the famenefs of the Humour will 
 create a Pleafure, and infenfibly overcome and con- 
 ceal the Defefts of the Mufe. 
 
 The IMITATIONS 
 
 Of that Nobleft Latin Poet of Modern Ages Cafi- 
 mire Sarbiewski of Poland would need no Excufe, 
 did they but arife to the Beauty of the Original. I 
 have often taken the Freedom to add ten or twenty 
 Lines, or to leave out as many, that I might fuit my 
 Song more to my own Dcfign, or becaufe I found it 
 Impoflible to prefent the Force, the Finenefs, and 
 
 the 
 
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 the Fire of his Expreffion in our Language. I wifh 
 fome Englip Pen would import fome of the Trea- 
 fures of that rich Genius and blefs our Natioa. 
 
 The INSCRIPTIONS 
 
 To particular Friends are warranted and defended 
 by thePraftife of the two beft Lyric Writers Horace 
 and Cafimire : And tho 5 the Authority of the firft be 
 more Venerable, yet if in fome Inftances.I prefer the 
 latter, I pray the Griticksto forgive me 5 and I hope 
 my Friends will excufe the Freedom of the Ad- 
 drefs. 
 
 In the POEMS of HE- 
 ROIC Meafure 
 
 I have attempted in Rhime the fame variety of Ca- 
 dence, Comma, and Period, which Blank Verfe 
 Glories in as its peculiar Elegance and Orna- 
 ment. 
 
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The PREFACE. 
 
 InthePINDARIQJJES 
 
 I have generally conformed my Lines to the fhorter 
 Size of the Ancients, and avoided to imitate the Ex- 
 ceffive Lengths to which fome Modern Writers have 
 nretched their Sentences, and efpecially the conclu- 
 ding Verfe. In thefe the Ear is the trueft Judge, 
 nor was it made to be enflav'd to any precife Model 
 of Elder or Later Times. 
 
 After all, I muft petition my Reader to lay afide 
 the fowr and fullen Air of Criticifm, and to alTume 
 the Friend. Let him come with a defign to be en- 
 tertain'd and pleas'd, rather than to feekhis own Dif- 
 guft and Averfion, which will not be hard to find* 
 I am not fo Vain as to think there are no Faults, nor 
 fo Blind as to efpy none : There is not one Copy that 
 intirely pieces me : The beft of them finks vaftly 
 below the Idea which I form of a Divine or Moral 
 Ode. He that deals in the Myfteries of Heaven, or 
 of the Mufcs fhould be a Genius of no Vulgar Mould ^ 
 and as the Name of Vates belongs to both, fo the 
 Furniture of Both is compriz'd in that Line of Ho* 
 race, 
 
 ' — Cut Mtns Divinior, at que Os 
 
 Magna Locuturum ~- — — ~ 
 
 But 
 
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 But what Juvenal fpake in his Age abides true k 
 ours : A compleat Poet or a Prophet is fuch an one 
 
 —g&akm nequeo monjlrare, &fentio tantum. 
 
 Perhaps neither of thefe Chara&ers in Perfe&ion 
 (hall ever be feen on Earth, till the Seventh Angel 
 has founded his Awful Trumpet, till the Viftory be 
 compleat over the Beaft and his Image 5 when the 
 Natives of Heaven fhall joyn in Triumphal Confort 
 with Prophets and Tuneful Saints, and Sing unto 
 their Golden Harps, Salvation Honour and Qlory to 
 him that fits upon the throne^ and to the Lamb for 
 ever. 
 
 A TA* 
 
TABLE 
 
 O F T H E 
 
 Songs, &c. in the Firft Book. 
 
 THE Divine Sovereignty Pag, i 
 
 The Transcendent Glories of the Deity 4 
 
 God appears mofi Glorious in our Salvation by Chrifi 7 
 [An Hymn ofPraife to the God of England for Three 
 Great Salvations, (viz.) From the Spanifli Invafih 
 on, from the Gunpowder Plot, and from Popery 
 and Slavery by King William, in Two Pan* 10 
 Go d lnccmpehenfiHe 16 
 
 Sicknefs gives a Sight of Heaven 1 8 
 
 The Univerfal Hallelujah : Gr Pfalm 148 Para- 
 phrased 21 
 The Love of Chrifi on his Crofs and on hu Throne 2 5 
 Death a Welcome Meffenger 27 
 Sincere Praife 29 
 God's Infinity 32 
 
 Ifinging 
 
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 Longing for thefecond coining of Chrift 34 
 
 The Sufferings and Glories of Chrift. A Song in Trif- 
 
 Jy liable Feet 37 
 
 The Day of Judgment, an Ode,, in Englifh Sapphic 40 
 Confejjion and Pardon 43 
 
 Jefus the only Saviour 48 
 
 A Song ofPraife to God, the 100th Pfalm. In Trif- 
 
 jy liable Feet 52 
 
 An Eflay on a few Pfalms in Language 
 more fuked to the Gofpel. 
 
 The Happy Saint and Curfed Sinner, Pfalm 1. 54 
 
 Doubts and Fears fuppreft, Pfalm %d. 56 
 
 Praife.to the Lord from all Nations, Pfalm 100. 59 
 
 Brotherly Love, Pfolm 133. 61 
 
 The Pleafure of Love to Chrift prefent or abfeiit 62 
 
 A Sight of Chrift 65 
 
 Longing for Heaven, or the Song of Angels above 70 
 
 God Sovereign and Gracious j6 
 
 An Eflay on Divine Love in feveral fol- 
 lowing Odes, in imitation of Solomons 
 Song. 
 
 The Hazard of Loving the Creatures 78 
 
 Chrift* s Amazing Love and 7iiy Amazing Coldnefs 80 
 Wiping him ever with me 82 
 
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Of the Firft Book. 
 
 The Abfence of the Beloved 84 
 
 Sick of Love. Solomon* j Song I. 3. 86 
 
 Sitting in an Arbour 88 
 
 Bewailing my own Inconfiancy 90 
 
 Forfaken, yet hoping 93 
 
 The Law and Gofpel 95 
 The Death o[ Mofes : Deut. 32. 49, 50. aud 34. 5, 6. 
 
 or, the Injoyment of God worth dying for 97 
 Ad Dominum noftrum & Servatorem Jefum Chri- 
 
 flum. Oda 100 
 
 Excitatio Cordis Coelum verfus. Ad Seipfum 106 
 
 Breathing toward the Heavenly Country 1 c8 
 
 The Glories of God exceed all Worfnp 1 1 o 
 
A 
 
 TABLE 
 
 OF THE 
 
 Odes, Elegys, &c. in the Se- 
 cond Book. 
 
 TO Her Majefty Pag. 1 1 3 
 
 To Mr. John Lock, fetir d from Bufinefs 1 1 7 
 To Mr. John Shute, on Mr. Lock's laft Sicknefs 1 1 9 
 To Mr. William Nokes. FriendJInp. (See more 
 p. 237J) 121 
 
 To Nathanael Gould Efq$ Lave fid Ambition 123 
 To Dr. Thomas Gibfon. The Life of Souls 135 
 To my Brothers E. and T. W. Falfe Greatnefs 1 28 
 To Mr. A. S. and Mr. T. H. Sfriff Religion exceed- 
 ing rare 1 30 
 On the fiidden Death of Mrs. Mary Peacock 133 
 To the Reverend Mr. B. Rowe. 'lis dangerous to fol- 
 low the Multitude 136 
 To my Sifters S. and M. W. an Epijlle 138 
 
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 io Mr. G and S. Fleetwood. The World vain, and 
 the Soul Immortal 141 
 
 To Mr. William Blackbourn. Life files too faft to be 
 wafted 144 
 
 To Mr. Robert Atwood. The Kingdom of the Wife 
 Man. Tart 1. 145 
 
 Part. 2. Or the Bold Stoic 1 50 
 
 To the Reverend Mr. Thomas Rowe. Free Vhilo- 
 fophy 153 
 
 To the Reverend Mr. John Howe. The Vanity of 
 Humane Cares 155 
 
 To Mr. Nicholas Clark. Complaining of Vapours or 
 Diforders of the Head ^ 158 
 
 Upon the difmal Narrative of the AjftiBions of a 
 Friend 161 
 
 The Reverfe, on the view of Remaining Comforts 164 
 
 To the Right Honourable 'John Lord Cutts. The Har- 
 dy Soldier 167 
 
 To Mrs. B. Bendifh. Againft Tears 169 
 
 A Word of Warning, or Few Happy Marriages 171 
 
 To Mr. Henry Bendiih. The Indian Philosopher, or 
 Matches made above, but broke in coming down 1 75 
 
 To David Polhill Efq h An Epiftle 180 
 
 7o David Polhill Efq$ An Anjrter to an Infamous Sa- 
 tyr againft King William III. 182 
 
 To the Difcontented md Unquiet. Vertue alone makes 
 the Mind Eafy 1 89 
 
 To John Hartopp Efq^ Touth and Pleafure tarry not 
 
 194 
 
 To Thomas Gunfton Efq? Happy Solitude 197 
 
 To 
 
Of the Second Book. 
 to John Hartopp Efq$ The Difdain of Senfual Joys 
 
 Fratri fuo Dileito R. W. Epiftola 2 03 
 
 To Dr. John Speed of Southampton. An Epftfe 
 
 207 
 Ad Reverendum Virum Dom. Jbhannem Pinhorne fi- 
 
 dum pueritias meae Praceptorem. Oda. 209 
 
 Votum. Seu Vita in terris Beata. Ad Virum dig- 
 
 niffimum Johannem Hartoppium Baronettum 2 1 5 
 To the Lady Abney. A Funeral Poem on Tho. Gun- 
 
 fton£/^ 219 
 
 To Mr. Arthur Shallett Merchant : An Elegiac Ode 
 
 on the Reverend Mr. Thomas Gouge 247 
 
 An Epitaph on King William III. of Glorious Memory 
 
 264 
 
 ERRATA. 
 
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 BOOK I 
 
CO 
 
 BOOK I 
 
 Songs and Hymns 
 
 Sacred to 
 
 DEVOTION 
 
 THE 
 
 Divine Sovereignty, 
 
 G 
 
 I. 
 
 Reat God, indulge a Mortal Tongue, 
 Nor let thy Thunders roar 
 Whilft little Notes and feeble Song 
 Attempt th' Eternal PowV. 
 
 B It 
 
2 Songs and Hymns 
 
 II. 
 Life, Death, and Hell, and Worlds unknown 
 
 Hang on thy firm Decree 5 
 Thou fit'ft on no precarious Throne, 
 
 Nor Borrowed leave to Be. 
 
 III. 
 Thy Sovereign Voice bids ancient Night 
 
 Her Spacious Realms refign, 
 And Lo ! ten Thoufand Globes of Light 
 
 In Fields of Azure fliine. 
 
 IV. 
 Thy Wifdom with Superiour Sway 
 
 Guides this vaft moving Frame 5 
 Whilft all the Ranks of Being pay 
 
 Deep Reverence to thy Name. 
 
 V. 
 Vengeance attends t' obey thy Frown, 
 
 And Bleflings wait thy Smile 5 
 A Wreath of Lightning arms thy Crown, 
 
 But Love adorns it ftill 
 
 VI. 
 
Sacred to Devotion. 
 VI. 
 Unnumber'd Wonders in thee meet, 
 
 And various Glory fhines $ 
 The Crofling Rays too fiercely beat 
 Upon our fainting Minds. 
 VII. 
 Angels are loft in fweet Surprize 
 
 If thou unvail thy Grace 5 
 And humble Awe runs thro' the Skies 
 When Wrath arrays thy Face. 
 VIII. 
 When Mercy joyns.with Majefty 
 To fpread their Beams abroad, 
 Not all the faireft Minds on high 
 Are Shadows of a God. 
 
 IX. 
 Thy Mighty Works Great Gabriel Sings 
 
 In a too feeble Strain 5 
 And labours upon all his Strings 
 To reach thy Thoughts in vain; 
 
 Ba X, 
 
4 -Songs and Hyfnns 
 
 X. 
 Created Powers how weak they be 
 
 How fhort our Praifes fall ! 
 So much akin to Nothing We, 
 
 And Thou th' Eternal All. 
 
 THE 
 
 Tranfcendent Glories 
 
 O F T H E 
 
 DEITY. 
 
 i. 
 
 GOD is a Name my Soul adores j 
 Th' Almighty Three, th' Eternal One : 
 Nature and Grace with all their Powers 
 Confefs the Infinite Unknown. 
 
 II. 
 From thy Great Self thy Being Springs $ 
 Thou art thine own Original ; 
 
 Made 
 
Sacred to Devotion. > 
 
 Made up of Uncreated Things, 
 And Self-Sufficience bears them all. 
 
 III. 
 Thy Voice hath form'd the Seas and Spheres, 
 Bid the Waves roar, and Planets fhine $ 
 But Nothing like thy Self appears 
 Thro' all thefe Spacious Works of thine. 
 
 IV. 
 Still rolling Nature dies and grows 3 
 From Change to Change the Creatures run t 
 Thy Being no Succeflion knows. 
 And all thy vaft Defigns are One. 
 
 V. 
 A Glance of thine runs thro' the Globes, 
 Rules the Bright Worlds, and moves their Frame : 
 Broad Sheets of Light compofe thy Robes 3 
 Thy Guards are form'd of living Flame. 
 
 VI. 
 Thrones and Dominions round thee fall 
 And Worfhip in Submiffive Forms 3 
 Thy Prefence fhakes this lower Ball, 
 This little Dwelling Place of Worms, 
 
 B 3 VIX 
 
6 Sojigs and Hymns 
 
 VIL 
 Then how fhall trembling Mortals dare 
 To fing thy Glory or thy Grace 5 
 Beneath thy Feet we lie fo far, 
 And fee but Shadows of thy Face > 
 
 VIII. 
 Who can behold the Blazing Light ? 
 Who can approach Confuming Flame? 
 None but thy Wifdom knows thy Might 3 
 None but thy Word can fpeak thy Name. 
 
 
 GOD 
 
Sacred to Devotioji. 
 
 GOD 
 
 Appears moft Glorious 
 
 I N O U R 
 
 Salvationby CHRIST. 
 
 I. 
 
 FAther, how wide thy Glory fhines ! 
 How high thy Wonders rife ! 
 Known thro' the Earth by thoufand Signs, 
 By thoufand thro' the Skies. 
 
 R 
 Thofe mighty Orbs proclaim thy Power, 
 1 Their Motions fpeak thy Skill $ 
 And on the Wings of every Hour 
 We read thy Patience ftill. 
 
 b 4 m 
 
8 Songs and Hymns 
 
 III. 
 Part of thy Name Divinely Hands 
 
 On all thy Creatures writ 5 
 They Ihow the Labour of thine Hands, 
 
 Or Imprefs of thy Feet. 
 
 IV. 
 But when We view thy Strange Defign 
 
 To fave Rebellious Worms, 
 Where Vengeance and Compaffion joyn 
 
 In their Divineft Forms: 
 
 V. 
 Our Thoughts are loft in Reverend Awe, 
 
 We Love and we Adore 5 
 The talleft Angel never faw 
 
 So much of God before. 
 
 VI. 
 Here the whole Deity is known, 
 
 Nor dares a Creature guefs 
 Which of the Glories brighteft fhone, 
 
 The Juftice or the Grace. 
 
 VII 
 
Sacred to Devotion, 
 VII. 
 When wetranfgrefs'd the Fathers Laws, 
 
 The dying Son atones 3 
 Oh the Dear Myfteries of his Crofs ! 
 The Triumph of his Groans ! 
 VI II. 
 Now the full Glories of the Lamb 
 
 Adorn the Heavenly Plains 3 
 And the Young Cherubs learn his Name, 
 And try their choiceft Strains. 
 
 IX. 
 O may I bearfome humble Part 
 
 In that Immortal Song 3 
 Wonder and Joy fhall tune my Heart, 
 And Love command my Tongue. 
 
 AN 
 
io Songs and Hymns 
 
 A N 
 
 Hymn of Praife 
 
 T O 
 
 The God of ENGLAND, 
 
 FOR 
 
 Three Great Salvations. 
 
 I. From the Spanifli Invafion, 1588. 
 
 II. Frovi the Gunpowder-Plot, Not, 5. 
 
 III. From Popery and Slavery by King William of 
 Glorimcs Memory, who landed Nov. 5. 1688. 
 
 Composed Nov. 5, 1695. 
 
 J- 
 
 IN finite God, whofe Counfels ftand 
 Like Mountains of Eternal Brafs, 
 Pillars to prop our Sinking Land, 
 Or Guardian Rocks to break the Seas. 
 
 II, 
 
Sacred to Devotion, 1 1 
 
 II. 
 From Pole to Pole thy Name is known, 
 Thee a Whole Heaven of Angels praife, 
 Our Laboring Tongues would ftrike thy Throne 
 With the Loud Triumphs of thy Grace. 
 
 III. 
 Part of thy Church by thy Command 
 Stands rais'd upon the Brittifi Ifles, 
 There, faid the Lord, toAgesftand 
 Firm as the Everlafting Hills. 
 
 IV. 
 In vain the Spanijb Ocean roar'd, 
 And roll'd its Billows to our Shore $ 
 The Billows funk beneath thy Word, 
 And all the Floating War they bore. 
 
 V. 
 Cqprie, faid the Sons of bloody Rome, 
 Let us provide new Arms from Hell, 
 And down they digg'd thro* Earth's dark Womb, 
 And ranfack'd all the burning Cell. 
 
 VI. 
 
i 2 Songs and Hy?nns 
 
 VI. 
 Old Satan lent them fiery Stores, 
 Infernal Coal, and Sulph'rous Flame, 
 And all that burns, and all that roars, 
 Outrageous Fires of dreadful Name. 
 
 VII. 
 Beneath the Senate and the Throne 
 Engines of Hellifh Thunder lay, 
 There the dark Seeds of Fire were fown 
 To fpring a Bright, but difmal Day. 
 
 VIII. 
 Thy Love beheld the black Defign, 
 Thy Love that Guards thine England round $ 
 Strange ! how it quench'd the fiery Mine, 
 And cruffrd the Tempeil under Ground. 
 
 ; 
 
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 THE 
 
 
Sacred to Devotion. 13 
 
 THE 
 
 Second Part 
 
 1. 
 
 ASfume my Tongue a Nobler Strain, 
 Sing the New Wonders of the Lord 5 
 The Foes revive their Pow'rs again, 
 Again they die beneath his Sword. 
 
 II. 
 Dark as our Thoughts our Minutes roll 
 While Tyranny poffeft the Throne 5 
 And Murtherers of an IriJI) Soul 
 Ran threatning Death thro' every Town, 
 
 III. 
 The Roman Prieft and Brittip Prince 
 Joynd their beft Force and blackeft Charms 3 
 And the fierce Troops of neighbouring France 
 Offer'd the Service of their Arms. 
 
 IV, 
 
14 Songs and Hymns 
 
 IV. 
 >Tis done, they cry d, and laught aloud, 
 The Courts of Darknefs rang with Joy, 
 Th' Old Serpent hifs'd, and Hell grew proud, 
 While Zion mourn d her Ruine nigh. 
 
 V. 
 But lo ! The great Deliverer Sails 
 Commiffion d from Jehovah's Hand ^ 
 And Smiling Seas, and wifhing Gales 
 Convey him to the longing Land. 
 
 VI. 
 The happy Day and happy Year Mv. $* 1688. 
 
 Both in our new Salvation meet : 
 The Day that quencht the Burning Snare, *&». $ . 
 And Year that burnt th' Invading Fleet. t $it, 
 
 VII. 
 Now did thine Arm, O God of Hofts, 
 Now did thine Arm ftiine dazling bright 5 
 The Sons of Might their Hands had loft, 
 And Men of Blood forgot to fight. 
 
 VIII. 
 
Sacred to Devotion. ! 1 5 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Brigades of Angels lin'd the way, 
 And guarded William to his Throne 3 
 There, ye Celeftial Warriours, flay, 
 And make his Palace like your own. 
 
 IX. 
 Thus, Mighty God, thy Praife Divine 
 From Heaven and Earth at once fhall flow ^ 
 Angels and Men confpire and joyn 
 In Hallelujahs, here below. 
 
 X. 
 All Hallelujah, Heavenly King, 
 Tis thy Victorious Arm we ling 3 
 Fly round the Globe, ye Ecchoing Joys, 
 And vaulted Skies repeat the Noife, 
 
 GOD 
 
1 6 Songs and Hy?nns 
 
 GOD Incomprehenfible. 
 
 FAR in the Heav'ns my God retires, 
 My God, the point of my Defires, 
 And hides his Lovely Face 3 
 When he defcends within my View 
 He charms my Reafon to purfue, 
 But leaves it tir'd and fainting in th unequal Chafe, 
 
 II. 
 Or if I reach unufual height, 
 
 Till near his Prefence brought 5 
 There Floods of Glory check my Flight, 
 Cramp the bold Pinions of my Wit 
 
 And all untune my Thought 5 
 Plung'd in a Sea of Light I roll, 
 Where Wifdom* Juftice, Mercy Shines 3 
 Infinite Rays in Crofling Lines 
 Beat thick Confufion on my Sight, and overwhelm 
 
 my SouL 
 
 III 
 
Sacred to Devotion. 1 7 
 
 Iir- 
 Come to ray aid, ye Fellow-Minds, 
 And help me reach the Throne, 
 (What fingle Strength in vain defigns, 
 
 United Force hath done 5 
 Thus Worms may Joyn, and grafp the Poles, 
 
 Thus Atoms fill the Sea,) 
 But the whole Race of Creature-Souls, 
 Stretch'd to their laft extent of Thought plunge and 
 are loft in Thee. 
 
 IV. 
 Great God 3 behold my Reafon lies 
 Adoring $ yet my Love would rife 
 
 On Pinions not her own : 
 Faith fliall direft her humble Flight 
 Thro' all the tracklefs Seas of Light 
 To Thee th 7 Eternal Fair, the Infinite Unknown. 
 
 SICK- 
 
18 Sengs and Hymns 
 
 ' — ■ " ' ■ ' ' ' ' ' ' " * ' ' ■ ' tmmmmmm 
 
 SICKNESS 
 
 GIVES A 
 
 Sight of H E A V E N. 
 
 I. 
 
 OF T have I fat in Secret Sighs 
 To feel my Flefli decay, 
 Then groan'd aloud with frighted Eyes 
 To view this tott'ring Clay. 
 
 II. 
 But I forbid my Sorrows now, 
 
 Nor dares the Flefh complain, 
 Difeafes bring their Profit too 3 
 The Joy o'recomes the Pain. 
 
 1IL 
 My chearful Soul now all the Day 
 Sits waiting here and Sings 5 
 
 Looks 
 
Sacred to Devotion. 1 9 
 
 Looks thro' the Ruins of her Clay, 
 And praftifes her Wings. 
 
 IV. 
 faith almoft changes into Sight, 
 
 While from afar fhe Spies 
 Her fair Inheritance in Light 
 Above created Skies. 
 
 V. 
 Had but the Prifon-Walls been ftrong^ 
 
 And firm without a flaw, 
 InDarknefs fhe had dwelt too long. 
 And lefs of Glory faw. 
 
 VI. 
 But now the Everlafiing Hills 
 Thro' every Chink appear, 
 And fomething of the Joy fhe feels 
 While fhe's a Pris'ner here. 
 VII. 
 The Shines of Heaven rufli fweetly in 
 
 At all the Gaping Flaws, 
 Vifions of Endlefs Blifs are feen, 
 And Native Air fhe draws; 
 
 C7 VIII 
 
2o Songs and Hymns 
 
 VIII. 
 O may thefe Walls Hand tott'ring ftill, 
 
 The Breaches never clofe, 
 If I rauft here in Darknefs dwell. 
 
 And all this Glory lofe. 
 
 IX. 
 Or rather let this Flefti decay, 
 
 The Ruins wider grow, 
 Till glad to fee the Enlarged way 
 
 I ftretch my Pinions thro'. 
 
 THE 
 
Sacred to "Devotion. 2 1 
 
 ■ ■ - " ■ 
 
 THE 
 
 Univerfal Hallelujah, 
 
 OR, 
 
 PSALM 148. 
 
 PARAPHRAS'D, 
 
 I. 
 
 PRAISE ye the Lord each Heavenly Tongue 
 That fits around his Throne : 
 Jefiis the Man fhall lead the Song, 
 The God infpire the Tune. 
 
 ir. 
 
 Gabriel and all th' Immortal Quire 
 
 That fill the Realms above, 
 Sing, for he form'd you of his Fire, 
 
 And feeds you with his Love. 
 
 C3 III. 
 
2 2 Songs and Hymns 
 
 II L 
 Shine to his Praife ye Chryftal Skies, 
 
 The Floor of his Abode, 
 Or vail your little twinkling Eyes 
 Before a brighter God. 
 IV. 
 Thou rolling Globe of Golden Light 
 Whpfe Beams Create our Days, 
 Joyn with the Silver Queen of Night 
 To own your borrow'd Rays. 
 V. 
 Blufli and refund the Honours paid 
 
 To your inferiour Names 3 
 Tell the blind World, your Orbs are fed 
 By his Oreflowing Flames. 
 VI. 
 Winds, ye fhall bear his Name aloud 
 
 Thro* the Ethereal Blue, 
 For when His Chariot is a Cloud 
 He makes his Wheels of you. 
 VII. 
 Thunder and Hail, and Fires and Storms, 
 
 The Troops of his Command, Appear 
 
Sacred to Devotion. 2 3 
 
 Appear in all your Dreadful Forms, 
 And fpeak his awful Hand. 
 VIII. 
 Shout to the Lord, ye Surging Seas, 
 
 In your Eternal Roar, 
 Let Wave to Wave refound his Praife, 
 And Shore reply to Shore : 
 IX. 
 While Monfters rolling on the Flood 
 
 In Scaly Silver fhine, 
 Speak terribly their Maker-God, 
 And lafh the foaming Brine. 
 X. 
 But Gentler Things fhall tune his Name 
 
 To fofter Notes than thefe, 
 Young Zephyrs breathing o're the Stream, 
 Or whifpering thro' the Trees. 
 XI. 
 Wave your tall Heads, ye lofty Pines, 
 
 To him that bid you grow, 
 Sweet Clufters, bend the fruitful Vines 
 On every Thankful Bough, 
 
 C 4 XII 
 
34 Songs and Hymns 
 
 XII. 
 
 Let the fhrill Birds his Honour raife, 
 
 And tune it in the Sky : 
 While groveling Beafts attempt his Praife 
 
 With hoarfer Harmony* 
 XIII, 
 Thus while the meaner Creatures fing, 
 
 Ye Mortals take the Sound, 
 Eccho the Glories of your King 
 
 Thro' all the Nations round. 
 XIV. 
 Th • Eternal Name rauft fly abroad 
 
 From England to Japan $ 
 And the whole Race fhall bow to God 
 
 That owns the Name of Man. 
 
Sacred to "Devotion. 25 
 
 THE 
 
 Love of CHRIST 
 
 O N 
 
 His GROSS 
 
 AND 
 
 On His T H R O N E. 
 
 I. 
 
 NOW let my Faith grow ftrong and rife, 
 And view my Lord in all his Love $ 
 Look back to hear his Dying Cries, 
 Then mount and fee his Throne above. 
 
 II. 
 See where he LanguifiYd on the Crofs 5 
 Beneath my Sins he groan'd and dy'd 5 
 See where he fits to plead my Caufe 
 By his Almighty Father's Side. 
 
 HI. 
 
2$ Songs and Hymns 
 
 III. 
 If I behold his Bleeding Heart, 
 There Love in Floods of Sorrow reigns, 
 He triumphs o're the Killing Smart, 
 And buys my Pleafure with his Pains. 
 
 IV. 
 Or if I climb th' Eternal Hills 
 Where the dear Conqueror fits enthroned, 
 Still in his Heart Compaffion dwells 
 Near the Memorials of his Wound. 
 
 V. 
 How (hall a pardon'd Rebel (how 
 How much I Love my Dying God ? 
 Lord, here I banilh every Foe, 
 I hate the Sins that Coft thy Blood. 
 
 VI. 
 I hold no more Commerce with Hell, 
 My deareft Lufts (hall all depart ^ 
 But let thine Image ever dwell < 
 
 Stampt as a Seal upon my Heart 
 
 DEATH 
 
Sacred to Devotion* 27 
 
 DEATH 
 
 A 
 
 Welcome MefTenger, 
 
 1. 
 
 LORD, when we fee a Saint of thine 
 Lie gafping out his Breath, 
 With Longing Eyes, and Looks Divine, 
 Smiling, and pleas'd in Death $ 
 
 II. 
 How we could e'en contend to lay 
 
 Our Limbs upon that Bed, 
 ^nd ask thine Envoy to convey 
 Our Spirits in his ftead. 
 
 III. 
 
 3ur Souls are rifing on the Wing 
 
 To venture in his Place, 
 
 for 
 
2 8 Songs and Hymns 
 
 For when grim Death has loft his Sting, 
 He has an Angels Face* 
 
 IV. 
 Jefa, then purge my Crimes away, 
 
 a Tis Guilt creates my Fears, 
 Tis Guilt gives Death its fierce Array, 
 And all the Arms it bears. 
 
 V. 
 Oh, if my threatning Sins were gone, 
 
 And Death had loft his Sting, 
 I could invite the Angel on, 
 And chide his lazy Wing. 
 
 VI. 
 Away thefe interpofing Days, 
 And let the Lovers meet 3 
 The Angel has a cold Embrace, 
 But kind, and foft, and fweet. 
 VII. 
 Tde leap at once my Seventy Years, 
 
 And fly into his Arms, 
 And lofe my Breath and all my Cares 
 Ani id thofe Heavenly Charms. 
 
 VII 
 
Sacred to Devotion. ag 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Joyful Td lay this Body down, 
 
 And leave the lifelefs Clay, 
 Without a Sigh, without a Groan, 
 
 And Stretch and foar away. 
 
 I Sincere Praife. 
 
 L 
 
 ALmighty Maker God ! 
 How wondrous is thy Name ! 
 Thy Glories how diffus'd abroad 
 Thro' the Creations Frame ! 
 
 II. 
 Nature in every Drefs 
 Her humble Homage P r s, 
 And takes a Thoufand Ways t' exprefs 
 Thine UndifTembled Praife. 
 i . Ill 
 
 ' In Native White and Red 
 • The Rofe and Lilly ftand, 
 
 And 
 
go Songs and Hymns 
 
 And free from Pride their Beauties fpread 
 
 To fhow thy skilful Hand. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The Lark mounts up the Sky 
 
 With Unambitious Song, 
 And bears her Maker's Praife on high 
 
 Upon her Artlefs Tongue. 
 
 V. 
 
 My Soul would rife and Sing 
 
 To her Creator too, 
 Fain would my Tongue adore my King, 
 
 And Pay the Worfhip due. 
 
 VI 
 
 But Pride that bufie Sin 
 
 Spoils all that I perform, 
 Curs d Pride, that creeps fecurely in, 
 
 And fwells a haughty Worm. 
 VI L 
 
 Thy Glories I abate, 
 
 Or praife thee with Defign 5 
 Some of thy Favours I forget, 
 
 Or would have fomething mine. 
 
 vui 
 
Sacred to Devotion. g 1 
 
 VI I L 
 The very Songs I frame 
 Are Faithlefsto thy Caufe, 
 And Heal the Honours of thy Name 
 Unto their own Applaufe. 
 
 IX. 
 Create my Soul anew, 
 Elfe all my Worship's vain 5 
 This wretched Heart will ne'er be true 
 Until 'tis formed again. 
 
 X. 
 Defcend Celeftial Fire, 
 And feize me from above, 
 Melt me in Flames of pure Defire i 
 
 A Sacrifice to Love. 
 
 XL 
 
 Let Joy and Worfhip fpend 
 
 The Remnant of my Days, 
 
 Vnd to my God my Soul afcend 
 
 In fweet Perfumes of Praife. 
 
 GOD's 
 
32 So7igs and Hymns 
 
 G O D's Infinity. 
 
 i 
 
 SOME Seraph, lend your Heavenly Tongue, 
 Or Harp of Golden String, 
 That I may raife a lofty Song 
 To our Eternal King. 
 
 II. 
 Thy Names, how Infinite they be ! 
 
 Great Everlafting One ! 
 Boundlefs thy Might and Majefty, 
 And Unconfin'd thy Throne. 
 
 III. 
 Thy Glories fhine of Wondrous Size, 
 
 And wondrous Large thy Grace, 
 Immortal Day breaks from thine Eyes, 
 And Gabriel Vails his Face. 
 
 IV. 
 Thine Eflence is a vaft Abyfs 
 Which Angels cannot found, 
 
Sacred to Devotion. 3 3 
 
 An Ocean of Infinities 
 
 Where all our thoughts are drowncl. 
 
 V. 
 The Myfteries of Creation lie 
 Beneath Enlightned Minds, 
 Thoughts can afcend above the Sky, 
 And fly before the Winds. 
 
 vr, 
 
 Reafon may grafp the Maffie Hills, 
 
 And ftretch from Pole to Pole, 
 But Half thy Name our Spirit fills^ 
 
 And Overloads our Soul. 
 VII. 
 In vain our Haughty Reafon fwells, 
 
 For Nothing's found in Thee 
 But Boundlefs Unconceivables, 
 
 And Vaft Eternity. 
 
 D LONG- 
 
 » 
 
34 Songs and Hymns 
 
 LONGING FOR 
 
 The Second Coming 
 
 O F 
 
 CHRIST 
 
 i L 
 
 WHEN (hall thy Shining Face be feen > 
 When Ihall our Eyes behold our God? 
 What lengths of Diftance lie betweeh, 
 And Hills of Guilt, a Heavy Load! 
 
 II. 
 Our Months are Ages of Delay, 
 And flowly every Minute wears 5 
 Fly winged Time, and roll away 
 Thefe tedious Rounds of Sluggifti Years. 
 
 III. 
 Ye Heavenly Gates, loofe all your Chains, 
 Let the Eternal Pillars bow, 
 
 Dea 
 
Sacred to Devotion* g 5 
 
 Dear Saviour, Cleave the Starry Plains, 
 And make the Chryftal Mountains flow. 
 
 IV. 
 Hark how thy Saints unite their Cries, 
 And pray and wait the General Doom, 
 Come, thou the Soul of all our Joys, 
 Thou the Defire of Nations, come. 
 
 V. 
 Put thy bright Robes of Triumph on, 
 And blefs our Eyes, and blefs our Ears, 
 Thou abfent Love, thou Dear Unknown, 
 Thou Faireft of ten thoufand Fairs* 
 
 VI. 
 Our Heart-ftrings groan with deep Complainf, 
 OurFlelh lies panting, Lord, for thee, 
 And every Limb and every Joy nt 
 Stretches for Immortality. 
 
 VU 
 Dur Spirits fliake their Eager Wings, 
 Vndburn to meet thy rolling Throne, 
 Ye rife away from Mortal things 
 Co attend thy Shining Chariot down % 
 ' D 2. Now 
 
3& Songs and Hymns 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Now let our Chearful Eyesfurvey 
 The blazing Earth and melting Hills, 
 And fmile to fee the Lightnings play, 
 And flafli along before thy Wheek. 
 
 IX. 
 O for a fliout of Violent Joys 
 To Joyn the Trumpets thundring found ! 
 The Angel Herald fhakes the Skies, 
 Awakes the Graves, and tears the Ground. 
 
 X. 
 Ye Slumbring Saints, a Heavenly Hoft 
 Stands waiting at your gaping Tombs, 
 Let every Sacred Sleeping Duft 
 Leap into Life, for Jefus comes. 
 
 XI. 
 
 Jefits the God of Might and Love 
 New moulds our Limbs of Cumbrous Clay, 
 Quick as Seraphick Flames we move, 
 Aftive and Young and Fair as they. 
 
 XI 
 
Sacred to Devotion. 3 7 
 
 XII. 
 Our airy Feet with unknown flight 
 Swift as the motions of Defire 
 Run up the Hills of Heavenly Light, 
 And leave the Weltring World in Fire. 
 
 THE 
 
 Sufferings and Glories 
 
 O F 
 
 CHRIST 
 
 ASONG In Tr if y liable Feet. 
 
 I Long for aConfort of Heavenly Praife, 
 To Jeftu the God, the Omnipotent Son, 
 i My Voice mould awake in Harmonious Lays, 
 I Could it tell half the Wonders that Jefit has done. 
 
 D 3 II 
 
38 Songs and Hymns 
 
 I would fing how he left his own Palace of Light, 
 And Robes made of Glory that drefs'd him above 5 
 Yet pleas'd with his Journey , and fwift was his Flight, 
 For he rode on the Pinions of Infinite Love. 
 
 III. 
 Far down to the Place of our diftant Abode 
 He came (we adore him) to raife us on high 3 
 He came to attone the Revenge of a God, 
 And he took up a Life to be able to die. 
 
 IV. 
 All Hell and its Lyons flood Roaring around, 
 His Flefh and his Spirit with Malice they tore 3 
 While Worlds of Sorrow lay prefling him down, 
 As vaft as the Burden of Sins that he bore. 
 
 V. 
 Faft bound in the Chains of Imperious Death 
 The Infinite Captive a Prifoner lay, 
 The Infinite Captive arofe from the Earth, 
 And leap't to the Hills of Ethereal Day. 
 
 vr. 
 
Sacred to Devotion. g 9 
 
 VI. 
 Then mention no more of the Wrath of a God $ 
 Of the Lyons of Hell and their Roarings no more 5 
 We lift up our Eyes to his Shining Abode, 
 And our loudeft Hojannahs his Name fhall adore. 
 
 VII. 
 We crown the Triumpher with the Honours he won, 
 Hofannah thro' all the Coeleftial Groves ! 
 The God and the Man ! how he fills up his Throne ! 
 How He fits ! how He fhines ! how He looks ! how 
 He Loves ! 
 
 VIII. 
 O happy ye Heavens, and happy ye Hills 
 Where he treads with his Feet and diffufeth his Grace, 
 'While Mercy and Majefty, Glories and Smiles 
 Play gently around the fweet Air of his Face. 
 
 IX. 
 Araongft a full Choir of Archangels and Songs 
 The Mighty Redeemer Eternally reigns, 
 And the Sound of his Name from a Million of 
 
 Tongues 
 Flies o're the bright Mountains and bleffes the Plains. 
 
 D 4 THE 
 
40 Songs and Hymns 
 
 THE 
 
 Day of Judgment. 
 
 .. ■■'■■■ ."■ '.■'.' ■ ' " X 
 
 An O D E, 
 
 Attempted in Englifli Sapphick. 
 
 I. 
 
 WHEN the Fierce North-wind with his 
 Airy Forces 
 IVears up the Baltick to a foaming Fury, 
 And the red Lightning with a Storm of Hail comes 
 
 Rufhing amain down, 
 
 How the poor Sailers ftand amaz'd and tremble ! 
 While the hoarfe Thunder like a Bloody Trumpet 
 Roars a loudonfet to the gaping Waters 
 
 Qjiick {9 devour them. 
 
 III. 
 
Sacred to Devotion. 41 
 
 III. 
 Such {hall the Noife be and the Wild diforder, 
 (If things Eternal may be like thefe Earthly) 
 Such the dire Terror when the great Archangel 
 
 Shakes the Creation, 
 
 IV. 
 Tears the ftrong Pillars of the Vault of Heaven, 
 Breaks up old Marble the Repofeof Princes $ 
 See the Graves open, and the Bones arifing, 
 
 Flames all around 'em. 
 V. 
 Hark the fhrill Out-cries of the Guilty Wretches ! 
 Lively bright Horror and amazing Anguilh 
 Stare thro' their Eyelids, while the living Worm lies 
 
 Gnawing within them. 
 VI. 
 Thoughts like old Vultures prey upun their Heart- 
 
 ftrings, 
 And the fmart twinges, when their Eye beholds the 
 Lofty Judge frowning, and a Flood of Vengeance 
 
 Rolling afore him. 
 
 VII. 
 
42 So?Jgsand Hymns 
 
 VII. 
 Hopelefs Immortals ! how they fcream and fhiver 
 While Devils pulh them to the Pit wide Yawning 
 Hideous and gloomy, to receive them headlong 
 
 Down to the Centre. 
 VIII. 
 Stop here my Fancy : (All away ye horrid 
 Doleful Ideas $) Come arife to Jefua^ 
 How he fits Godlike ! And the Saints around him 
 
 Thrond and adoring ! 
 IX. 
 O may I fit there when he comes Triumphant 
 Dooming the Nations : Then arife to Glory, 
 While our Hofannahs all along the Paffage 
 
 Shout the Redeemer. 
 
 Confeffion 
 
Sacred to Devotion. 43 
 
 Confeffion and Pardon. 
 
 1. 
 
 ALAS my aking Heart ! 
 Here the keen Torment lies 5 
 It racks my waking Hours with Smart, 
 And frights my Slumbring Eyes. 
 
 II. 
 Guilt will be hid no more, 
 My Griefs take vent apace, 
 The Crimes that blot my Confcience o're 
 Flufh Crimfon in my Face. 
 
 I III. 
 
 My Sorrows like a Flood 
 Impatient of Reftraint 
 Into thy Bofom, O my God, 
 Pour out a long Complaint. 
 
 VI. 
 
44 Songs and Hymns 
 
 IV. 
 
 This impious Heart of mine 
 
 Could once defie the Lord, 
 Could rufh with Violence on to Sin 
 
 In prefence of thy Sword. 
 
 V. 
 
 As often have I flood 
 
 A Rebel to the Skies, 
 The Calls, the Tenders of a God, 
 
 And Mercies Loudeft cries. 
 
 VI. 
 
 He offers all his Grace, 
 
 And all his Heaven to me 3 
 Offers ! But *tis to fenfelefs Brafs 
 
 That can nor feel nor fee. 
 V1L 
 
 Jefu<s the Saviour ftands 
 
 To court me from above, 
 And looks and fpreads his wounded Hands, 
 
 And fhows the Prints of Love. 
 
 VIII. 
 
Sacred to Devotion. 
 VIII. 
 But I, aftupid Fool, 
 How long have I withftood 
 The Bleffingspurchas'd with his Soul, 
 . And paid for all in Blood? 
 
 IX. 
 The Heav'nly Dove came down 
 And tender'd me his Wings, 
 To mount me upward to a Crown 
 And bright Immortal things. 
 
 X. 
 Lord, I'm afham'd to fay 
 That I refusd thy Dove, 
 And fent thy Spirit griev'd away 
 To his own Realms of Love. 
 
 XI. 
 Nor all thine Heav'nly Charms, 
 Nor thy revenging Hand 
 Could force me to lay down my Arms, 
 And bow to thy Command, 
 
 35 
 
 i » 
 
 XII. 
 
46 Songs and Hymns 
 
 XII. 
 Lord, 'tis againft thy Face 
 My Sins like Arrows rife, 
 And yet, and yet (O matchlefs Grace) 
 Thy Thunder filent lies. 
 
 XIII. 
 O fhall I never feel 
 The Meltings of thy Love? 
 Am I of fuch Hell-harden'd Steel 
 That Mercy cannot move > 
 XIV. 
 Now for one powerful Glance 
 Dear Saviour, from thy Face! 
 This Rebel-heart no more withftands, 
 But finks beneath thy Grace. 
 
 XV. 
 
 recome by dying Love I fall, 
 And at thy Crofs I lie $ 
 
 1 throw my Fkfh, my Soul, my All, 
 
 And Weep, and Love, and Die. 
 
 XVI 
 
Sacred to Devotion. 47 
 
 XVI. 
 " Rife, fays the Prince of Mercy, rife^ 
 With Joy and Pity in his Eyes : 
 w Rife and behold my wounded Veins, 
 " Here flows the Blood to waih thy Stains. 
 
 XVII. 
 " See, my Great Father's reconciFd : 
 He fay'd, and Lo the Father fmil'd 3 
 The Joyful Cherubs clapt their Wings, 
 And founded Grace on all their Strings* 
 
 JESUS 
 
48 Songs and Hy?nns 
 
 JESUS 
 
 THE 
 
 Only SAVIOUR. 
 
 I. 
 
 ADAM, our Head, our Father fell* 
 And Juftice doom' d the Race to Hell 2 
 The fiery Law fpeaks all Defpair, 
 There's no Reprieve, nor Pardon,there. 
 
 II. 
 Call a bright Council in the Skies : 
 " Seraphs, the Mighty and the Wife, 
 m Say, what Expedient can you give 
 " That Sin be damn'd and Sinners live ? 
 
 III. 
 " Speak, are you ftrong to bear the Load, 
 " The weighty Vengeance of a God > 
 i€ Which of you loves our wretched Race, 
 *' Or dares to venture in our Place ? 
 
 IV, 
 
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 IV. 
 In vain we ask : For all around 
 Stands Silence thro' the Heavenly Ground : 
 There's not a glorious Mind above 
 Has half the Strength, or half the Love. 
 
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 But, O unutterable Grace ! 
 
 Th' Eternal Son takes flam's place 5 . . ; 
 
 Down to our World tlfe Saviour flies, 
 
 Stretches his naked Arms and Dies. 
 
 VI. 
 Juftice was pleas'd [0 bruife the God, 
 And pay its Wrongs with Heavenly Blood 5 
 Infinite Racks and Pangs He bore, 
 And rofe. Th$ Law could ask no more, 
 
 VII. 
 Amazing Work ! Look down, ye Skies, 
 Wonder and gaze with all your Eyes, 
 Ye Heavenly Thrones ftoop from above, 
 And bow to this Myfterious Love. 
 
 E VIII. 
 
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 VIII. 
 See, how they bend ! See, how they look ! 
 Long they had read th' Eternal Book, 
 Andftudy'd dark Decrees in vain, 
 The Crofs and Calvary makes them plain,, 
 
 • IX. 
 Now they are ftruck with deep Amaze, 
 Each with his Wings conceals his Face 3 
 Now clap their founding Plumes, and cry, 
 * The Wifdom of a Deity. 
 
 X. 
 Low they adore th 5 Incarnate Son, 
 And fing the Glories he hath won, 
 Sing how he broke our Iron Chains, 
 How deep he funk, how liigh he reigns,- 
 
 XL 
 Triumph and reign Vidorious Lord, 
 By all thy flaming Saints ador'd 5 
 And fay, dear Conqueror, fay, how long 
 'Ere we fiiall fly to joyn their Song > 
 
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 Lo, from afar the promis'd Day 
 Shines with a well-diftinguiftid Ray : 
 But my wing d Paffion hardly bears 
 Thefe tedious Rounds of rolling Years, 
 
 XIII. 
 Send down a Chariot from above 
 With fiery Wheels, and pav'd with Love $ 
 Raife me beyond th* Ethereal Blue, 
 To Sing and Love as Angels do. 
 
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Songs and Hymns 
 
 Song of Praife 
 
 TO 
 
 GOD. 
 
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 PSALM C. In Iriffyllable Feet. 
 
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 I. 
 
 Sing aloud to the Lord : Let the two Frozen Poles 
 Awake to the Song, and diflblve in the Praife : 
 At the Fiery Line will we kindle our Souls, 
 Nor the Worfhip be quench't by the Weftern Seas. 
 
 II. 
 Come Nations adoring the Infinite King, 
 With Zeal in your Bofoms, and Joy in your Eyes : 
 His Wonderful Name fhould. eternally ring 
 Round the broad Globe of Earth to the Circling Skies, 
 
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 III. 
 'Twas he that gave Life to our Souls with a Breath, 
 He fafhion'd our Clay to the Figure of Men 3 
 And when we had ftray'd to the Regions of Death, 
 He reduc'd his own Sheep to his Paftures again* 
 
 IV, 
 We enter his Gates with Hofannahs and Songs, 
 The Arches refound with the Notes that we raife 3 
 Thus while our Devotions are paid with our Tongues, 
 Thy Temple adores by repeating the Praife, 
 
 V. 
 Thy Power fhakes the WorId,and makes it felf known^ 
 Thy Love like Eternity has ne're a Bound 5 
 The Truth of our God muft ftand firm as his Throne 
 When the Wheels of old Time fhall ceafe to go round. 
 
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 An Effay on a few of D AVI &s 
 
 PSALMS Tranflated into Plain V er fe, 
 in Language more agreeable to the clear- 
 er Revelations of the Gofpel. 
 
 THE 
 
 HAPPY SAINT 
 
 AND 
 
 Curfed Sinner. 
 
 P S A L M I. i 
 
 i. 
 
 LEST is the Man, whofe cautious Feet 
 Shun the broad Path which Sinners chufe, 
 Who hates the Houfe where Atheifts meet, 
 And dreads the Words that Scoffers ufe. 
 
 II. 
 
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 II. 
 He loves t 9 employ his Morning Light 
 Reading the Statutes of the Lord, 
 And fpends the wakeful Hours of Night 
 With Pleafure pond'ring o're the Word. 
 
 III. 
 He like a Plant by gentle Streams 
 Shall Flourilh in Immortal Green 5 
 And Heav'n will fhine with Kindeft Beams 
 On every Work his Hands begin. 
 
 IV. 
 But Sinners find their Counfeis crofs'd : 
 As Chaff before the Tempeft flies, 
 So fhall their Hopes be blown and loft 
 When the laft Trumpet {hakes the Skies, 
 
 V. 
 In vain the Rebel crouds to ftand 
 In Judgment with the Pious Race } 
 The dreadful Judge with Stern Command 
 Divides him to a different Place, 
 
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5 6 Songs and Hymns 
 
 VI. 
 u Strait is the Way my Saints have trod, 
 ** I bleft the Path and drew it plain : 
 " But you would chufe the crooked Road, 
 H And it leads down t' Eternal Pain. 
 
 Doubts and Fears; 
 
 S U P P R E S'D. 
 
 PSALM III. 
 
 I. 
 
 LOOK, Gracious God, how numerous they 
 Whofe envious Power and Rage 
 Confpiring my Eternal Death 
 Againft my Soul engage. 
 
 II. 
 The lying Tempter would perfwade 
 There's no Relief in Heaven ; 
 
 And 
 
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 And all my fwelling Sins appear 
 Too big to be forgiven. 
 
 III. 
 But God my Glory and my Strength 
 
 Shall tread the Tempter down, 
 And drown my Sins beneath the Blood 
 
 Of his Dear Dying Son. ' : r; • 
 
 IV. 
 I cry'd, and from his Sacred Hill 
 
 He bow'd a lift ning Ear 5 
 
 I cali'd my Father and my God, 
 
 And he difpers'd my Fear, 
 
 V. 
 He threw foft Slumbers on mine Eyes 
 
 In fight of all my Foes, 
 Pwoke, and wondred at the Grace 
 That guarded my Repofe. 
 
 VI. 
 What, tho s the Hofts of Death and HeU 
 
 All arm'd againft me flood, 
 Terrors no more fhall lhake my Soul, 
 Nor Tremblings chill my Blood. 
 
 VII. 
 
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 VII. 
 
 Lord, I adore thy Wondrous Love, 
 
 And thy Salvation fing : 
 My God hath broke the Serpents Teeth, 
 
 And Death has loft his Sting. 
 VIII. 
 Salvation to the Lord belongs, 
 
 The Lord alone can fave 3 
 Bleffings attend thy People here, 
 
 And reach beyond the Grave, 
 
 Praife 
 
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 Praife to the L O R D 
 
 FROM 
 
 AUNATIONS. 
 
 PSALM C. 
 
 SING to the Lord with Joyful Voice, ± 
 Let every Land his Name adore, 
 The BrittiJI) Ifles {hall fend the Noife 
 Acrofs the Ocean to the Shore. 
 
 . II. 
 With gladnefs bow before his Throne, 
 And let his Prefence raife your Joys, 
 Know that the Lord is God alone, 
 Andform'd our Souls, and fram'd our Voice, 
 
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 III. 
 Infinite Power without our aid 
 Figurd our Clay to humane Mould 5 
 And when our Wandring Feet had ftray'd, 
 He brought us to his Sacred Fold. 
 
 IV. 
 Enter his Gates with Thankful Songs, 
 Thro' his Wide Courts your Voices raife ^ 
 Almighty God, our Joyful Tqngues 
 Shall fill thine houfe with founding Praife* 
 
 V. 
 Wide as the World is thy Command, 
 Vaft as Eternity thy Love, 
 Firm as a Rock thy Truth muft ftand 
 When rolling Years fhall ceafe to move. 
 
 Brotherly 
 
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 Brotherly Love. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIII 
 
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 I. 
 
 LO, what an entertaining Sight 
 Are Brethren that agree, 
 Brethren whofe chearful Hearts unite 
 In Bands of Piety. 
 
 II. 
 When Streams of Love from Chrift the Spring 
 
 Defcend to every Soul, 
 And Sacred Peace with Balmy Wifig 
 Shades and bedews the whole , 
 
 III. 
 Tis like the Oyl on Aaron Ihed 
 
 Which choice Perfumes compofe, 
 Down foftly from his Reverend Head 
 It trickled to his Toes. 
 
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 IV. 
 Tis pleafant as the Morning Dews 
 
 That fall on Zions Hill s 
 Where God his mildeft Glory fliewS, 
 
 And makes his Grace diftil. 
 
 THE 
 
 PLEASURE 
 
 O F 
 
 Love toCHRIST 
 
 Prefent or Abfent. 
 i. 
 
 OF all the Joys we Mortals know 
 Jefa, thy Love exceeds the reft j 
 Love, the beft Bleffing here below, 
 And neareft Image of the Blefh 
 
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 II. 
 Sweet are my Thoughts, and foft my Cares 
 When the dear Heav'nly Flame I feel 5 
 In all my Hopes and all my Fears 
 There's fomething kind andpleafing ftil!. 
 
 III. 
 While I am held in his Embrace 
 There's not a Thought attempts to rove 5 
 Each Smile he wears upon his Face 
 Fixes and charms and fires my Love. 
 
 IV. 
 He fpeaks, and ftrait Immortal Joys 
 Run thro' my Ears, and reach my Heart 5 
 My Soul all melts at that dear Voice, 
 And Pleafure fhoots thro' every Part. 
 
 V. 
 If he withdraw a Moments fpace 
 He leaves a Sacred Pledge behind, 
 Here in this Bread his Image ftays, 
 The Grief and Comfort of my Mini 
 
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 VI. 
 While of his Abfence I complain, 
 And long, and weep as Lovers do, 
 There's a ftrange Pleafure in the Pain, 
 And Tears have their ownSweetnefs too. 
 
 VII. 
 When round his Courts by Day I rove, 
 Or ask the Watchmen of the Night 
 For fome kind Tidings of my Love 3 
 His very Name creates Delight. 
 
 VIII. 
 Jefita my God 3 yet rather come 3 
 Mine Eyes would dwell upon thy Face 3 
 'Tisbeftto fee my Lord at Home, 
 And feel the Prefence of his Grace. 
 
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 The Subftance of the following 
 
 Copy, and many of the Lines as they 
 here ftand were fent me by an Efteemed 
 Friend Mr. W. Nok.es , with a defire that 
 I would form them into a Pindarick 
 Ode ; but I retain'd his Meafures leafi: 
 I fhould too much alter his Senfe. 
 
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 Sight of CHRIST. 
 
 ANgels of Light, your God and King furround 
 With Noble Songs § in his Exalted Flefli 
 He claims your Worfhip 5 while his Saints on Earth 
 Blefs their Redeemer-God with humble Tongues, 
 Angels with lofty Honours crown his Head $ 
 IWe bowing at his Feet, by Faith may feel 
 ictlhis diftant Influence, andeonfefs his Love, 
 
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 Once I beheld his Face, when Beams Divine 
 Broke from his Eyelids, and unufual Light 
 Wrap t me at once in Glory and Surprize. 
 My Joyful Heart high leaping in my Bread 
 With Tranfpert cry'd, This is the Chrift of God 3 
 Then threw my Arms around in fweet Embrace, 
 And claip'd, and bow'd Adoring low, till I was loll 
 in him. 
 
 While he appears no other Charms can hold 
 Or draw my Soul afham'd of former things, 
 Which no Remembrance now deferveor Name 
 Tho' with Contempt, beft in Oblivion hid. 
 
 But the bright Shine and Prefence foon withdrew; 
 I fought him whom I Love, but found him not 5 I 
 I felt his Abfence j and with ftrongeft cries 
 Proclaim'd, Where Jefus is not, all is vain. 
 Whether I hold him with a full Delight, 
 Or feek him panting with Extream Defire, 
 ;Tis He alone can pleafe my Wondring Soul 3 
 
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 To hold or feek him is my only Choice. 
 If he refrain on me to call his Eye 
 Down from his Palace, nor my longing Soul 
 With upward Look can fpy my Deareft Lord 
 Thro' his Blue Pavement, 111 behold him flill 
 With fweet refle&ion on the peaceful Cf ofs, 
 All in his Blood and Anguifh, groaning deep, 
 
 Gafping and dying there. ■ 
 
 This Sight I ne're can loofe, by it I live : 
 A Quickning Vertue from his Death infpir'd 
 Is Life and Breath to me 3 His Flefh my Food 5 
 His Vital Blood I drink, and hence my Strength. 
 
 I Live, I'm Strong, and now Eternal Life 
 Seats quick within my Breaft 3 my Vigorous Mind 
 Spurns the dull Earth, and on her fiery Wings 
 Reaches the Mount of Purpofes Divine, 
 ounfels of Peace betwixt th' Almighty Three 
 tonceiv'd at once, and Sign'd without Debate 
 n perfed Union of the Eternal Mind, 
 pith vail Amaze I fee the Unfathom'd Thoughts, 
 nfinite Schemes, and Infinite Defigns 
 
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68 Songs and Hymns 
 
 Of God's own Heart in which he ever refts. < 
 
 Eternity lies open to my View ^ 
 
 Here the Beginning and the End of all 
 
 Icandifcover ^ Chrift, the End of all, 
 
 And Chrift the great Beginning $ He my Head, 
 
 My God, my Glory, and my All in All. 
 
 O that the Day, the joyful Day were come 
 When the firft Adam from his Ancient Duft 
 Crown'd with new Honours fhall revive, and fee 
 Jefu6 his Son and Lord , while fhouting Saints 
 Surround their King, and God's Eternal Son 
 Shines in the midfl: but with Superior Beams, 
 And like himfelf 5 Then the Myfterious Word 
 Long hid behind the Letter fhall appear 
 M Spirit and Life, and in the f ulleft Light 
 Stand forth to publick View, and there difclofe 
 His Father's Sacred Works ^nd wondrous Ways : 
 Then Wifdom, Righteoufnefs and Grace Divine 
 Thro* all the Infinite Tranfactions paft 
 la wrought and finning (hall with double blaze 
 
 Strike 
 
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 Strike our aftonifh't Eyes, and ever reign 
 Admir'd and Glorious in Triumphant Light. 
 
 Death and the Tempter; and the Man of Sin 
 Now at the Bar arraign'd, in Judgment caft, 
 Shall vex the Saints no more, but perfeft Love 
 And loudeftPraifes perfeft Joy create, 
 While ever-circling Years maintain the blifsful State. 
 
 F 3 LONG- 
 
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 LONGING FOR 
 
 H E A V E N. 
 
 OR, THE 
 
 Song of Angels Above. 
 
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 EARTH has detain d me Prifoner long, 
 And Tme grown weary now 3 
 My Heart, my Hand, my Ear, my Tongue, 
 There's nothing here for you. 
 
 II. 
 Tir'din my Thoughts I ftretchmedowq, 
 
 And upward glance mine Eyes, 
 Upward (my Father) to thy Throne, 
 And to my Native Skies. 
 
 III. 
 
 There the dear Man my Saviour fits, 
 The God, how bright he fhines ! 
 
 And 
 
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 And fcatters Infinite Delights 
 On all the happy Minds. 
 
 IV. 
 Seraphs with elevated Strains 
 Circle the Throne around, 
 And Move and Charm the Starry Plains 
 With an Immortal Sound. 
 
 V. 
 Jefa the Lord their Harps employs, 
 
 Jefua my Love they fing, 
 Jefm the Name of both our Joys 
 Sounds fweet from every String. 
 
 VI. 
 Hark, how beyond the narrow Bounds 
 
 Of Time and Space they run, 
 And fpeak in moft Majeftick Sounds 
 The Godhead of the Son. 
 
 VII. 
 How on the Father's Breaft he lay 
 
 The darling of his Soul, 
 Infinite Years before the Day, 
 Or Heavens began to roll. 
 
 F4 VIII- 
 
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 V 1 1 I. 
 And now they fink the lofty Tone, 
 
 And milder Notes they play, 
 And bring th' Eternal Godhead down 
 
 To dwell in humble Clay, 
 
 IX. 
 O the dear Beauties of that Man ! 
 
 (The God refides within) 
 His Flefh all pure without a Stain, 
 
 His Soul without a Sin. 
 
 X. 
 Then, how he look' l, and how he fmild, 
 
 What wondrous things he faid, 
 Sweet Cherubs, (lay, dwell here a while. 
 
 And tell what Jefus did. 
 XI. 
 At his Command the Blind awake, 
 
 And feel the gladfome Rays 3 
 He bids the Dumb attempt to fpeak, 
 
 They tjry their Tongues in Praife. 
 
 XII. 
 
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 XII. 
 He fhed a thoufand Bleffings round 
 Where 'ere he tnrn'd his Eye 5 
 He fpake, and at the Sovereign Sound 
 The Hellifh Legions fly. 
 
 XIII. 
 Thus while with unambitious Strife 
 
 Th' Ethereal Minftrels rove 
 Thro' all the Labours of his Life, 
 And Wonders of his Love. 
 
 XIV. I 
 [n the full Quire a broken String 
 
 Groans with a ftrange Surprize 5 
 rhe reft in filence mourn their King 
 That Bleeds and Loves and Dies. 
 XV. 
 The little Saints with drooping Wings 
 
 Ceafe their harmonious Breath, 
 tf blooming Trees, nor bubbling Springs, 
 While Jefus fleeps in Death. 
 
 XVI. 
 
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 XVI. 
 Then all at once to living Strains 
 
 They fummon every Chord, 
 Break up the Tomb, andburfthis Chains, 
 
 And fliow their rifing Lord. 
 XVI L 
 Around the flaming Army throngs 
 
 To guard him to the Skies, 
 With loud Hofannahs on their Tongues, 
 
 And Triumph in their Eyes. 
 XVIII. 
 In awful State the Conquering God 
 
 Afcends his fhining Throne, 
 While tuneful Angels found abroad 
 
 The Via 'ries he has won. 
 XIX. 
 Now let me rife, and Joyn their Song, 
 
 And bean Angel too 5 
 My Heart, my Hand, my Ear, my Tongue, 
 
 Here's Joyful Work for you. 
 
 XX. 
 
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 XX. 
 [ would begin the Mufick here 
 And fo my Soul fhould rife, 
 Oh for fome Heavenly Notes to bear 
 My Spirit to the Skies ! 
 
 XXL 
 There, ye that love my Saviour, fit, 
 
 There I would fain have place, 
 Amongft your Thrones, or at your Feet, 
 So I might fee his Face. 
 
 XXIL 
 [ am confin'd to Earth no more, 
 
 But mount in hafte above 
 Toblefsthe God that I adore, 
 And fing the Man I Love. 
 
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 GOD 
 
 Sovereign and Gracious. 
 
 i. 
 
 THE Lord ! how fearful is his Name ? 
 How wide is his Command ? 
 Nature with all its Mighty Frame 
 Lies rolling in his Hand* 
 
 II. 
 Immortal Glory forms his Throne, 
 
 And Light his Awful Robe 3 
 Whilft with a Smile or with a Frown 
 He manages the Globe. 
 
 III. 
 
 A Word of His Almighty Breath 
 Can fwell or fink the Seas 3 
 
 Build the vaft Empires of the Earth, 
 Or break 'em as he pleafe. 
 
 IV. 
 
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 IV. 
 Adoring Angels round him fall 
 
 In all their Shining Forms, 
 His Sovereign Eye looks thro a them all^ 
 And pities Mortal Worms. 
 
 V. 
 His Bowels to our Worthlefs Race 
 
 In fweet Compaffion move 5 
 HeCloathshis Looks with fofteft Grace, 
 And takes his Title, Love, 
 
 VL 
 Now let the Lord for ever Reign, 
 
 And Sway us as he will, 
 Sick or in Health, in Eafe or Pain, 
 
 We are his Favourites ftill. 
 I VII. 
 
 No more ihall peevifh Paffion rife. 
 
 The Tongue no more Complain ^ 
 'Tis Sovereign Love that lends our Joys, 
 And Love refumes again, 
 
 THE 
 
78 So7igs and Hymns 
 
 THE 
 
 HAZARD 
 
 O F 
 
 Loving the Creatures* 
 
 1. 
 
 WHERE 'ere my Flatt 'ring Pafiions rove 
 I find a lurking Snare 3 
 Tis dangerous to let loofe our Love 
 Beneath th' Eternal Fair. 
 
 II. 
 Souls whom the Tye of Friendfhip binds, 
 
 And Things that fhare our Blood 
 Seize a large Portion of our Minds, 
 And leave the lefs for God. 
 
 III. 
 Nature hath foft but powerful Bands, 
 And ReafonShe controuls ; 
 
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 While Children with their little Hands 
 Hang clofeft to our Souls. 
 
 IV. 
 Thoughtlefs they aft th J Old Serpent's Part 5 
 
 What tempting things they be ! 
 Lord, how they twine about our Heart, 
 And draw it off from thee ! 
 
 V. 
 Our hafty Wills rufh blindly on 
 
 Where rifing Paflion rolls, 
 And thus we make our Fetters ftrong 
 To bind our Slavilh Souls. 
 
 VI. 
 Dear Sovereign, break thefe Fetters off, 
 
 And fet our Spirits free 3 
 God in himfelf is Blifs enough, 
 For we have all in thee. 
 
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 Chrifts Amazing Love 
 
 AND 
 
 My Amazing Coldnefs 
 
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 COME let me Love : or is my Mind 
 Harden'd to Stone, or froze to Ice ? 
 I fee the BlefTed Fair One bend 
 And Hoop t' embrace me from the Skies ! 
 
 II. 
 
 'tis a Thought would melt a Rock, 
 And make a Heart of Iron move, 
 
 That thofe fweet Lips, that Heavenly Look 
 Should feek my Kifles and my Love. 
 
 III. 
 
 1 was a Tray tor doom'd to Fire, 
 
 Bound to fuftain Immortal Pains ; 
 
 He flew on Wings of ftrong Defire 
 
 AfTum'd my Guilt, and took my Chains. 
 
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 IV. * 
 Infinite Grace ! Almighty Charms ! 
 Stand in Amaze, ye rolling Skies, 
 Jefus the God with naked Arms 
 Hangs on a Crofs of Love and Dies. 
 
 V. 
 Did Pity ever itoop fo low 
 Dreft in Divinity and Blood > 
 Was ever Rebel courted fo 
 In Groans of an Expiring God ? 
 
 VI. 
 Again He lives i, and fpreacL his Hands, 
 Hands that were nay I'd to tort'ring Smart 3 
 * By thefe dear Wounds, fays He, and ftands 
 And prays to clafp me to nis Heart. 
 
 VII. 
 Sure I muft j^ove - or are my Ears 
 Still Deaf, nor feel the Par n move > 
 Then let me melt my Heart to Tears, 
 And Die becaufe I cannot Love* 
 
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82 Sotigs and Hymns 
 
 Wiftiing him ever with me. 
 
 i. 
 
 NOW be that fmiling Moment bleft 
 When Firft I faw my Love, 
 Jefa 9 the Faireft and the Beft 
 
 Of all the Forms above. 
 A thoufand Graces ever rife 
 
 And bloom upon his Face, 
 A thoufand Arrows from his Eyes 
 Shoot thro' my Heart with fweet Surprize, 
 
 And ftand to guard the Place. 
 
 II. 
 All Natures Art (hall never cure 
 
 The Heavenly Pains I found, 
 And 'tis beyond all Beauiies Power 
 
 To make another Wound : 
 Earthly Beauties grow and fade, 
 Nature riiay heal the Wounds She made, 
 
 But Cbarms fo much Divine 
 
 
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 Hold a long Empire of the Heart, 
 What Heaven has joynd (hall never part, 
 And »muft be mine. 
 
 IIL 
 tn vain the envious Shades of Night, 
 
 Or Flatteries of the Day 
 Would vail his Image from my Sight 5 
 
 Or tempt my Soul away 5 
 Jefud is all my Waking Theme, 
 His Lovely Form meets every Dream, 
 And knows not to depart : 
 The Paffion reigns 
 ThWalimy Yeiqs, 
 And floating round the Crimfon Stream 
 Still finds him at my Heart, 
 
 IV. 
 Dwell there, for ever dwell, my Love j 
 
 Here I confine my Sence, - ' ,. 
 
 Sfor dare my Wildeft Willies fove, 
 Nor ftir a Thought from thence. 
 ;et me be loft in thine Embrace 
 As Rivers in the Sea 5 
 
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84 Songs and Hyrttiis 
 
 Or live Eternity of Days 
 
 To fpend them all with thee. 
 Still I would lie in thofe dear Arms 
 DifTolving ftill among thy Charms, 
 
 And as the Moments fly, 
 Tde Breathe away fucceflive Souls, 
 So Billoto after Billow rolls 
 
 To kifs the Shoar, and Dye* 
 
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 Abfence of the Beloved 
 
 1. 
 
 COME, lead me to fome lofty Shade 
 Where Turtles moan their Loves 5 
 Tall Shadows were for Lovers made, 
 And Grief becomes the Groves. 
 
 II. 
 Tis no mean Beauty of the Ground 
 That has inflav d mine Eyes, 
 
 I faint 
 
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 I faint beneath a Nobler Wound, 
 Nor love below the Skies. 
 
 III. 
 Jefa the Spring of all that's bright, 
 
 The Everlafting Fair, 
 Heavens Ornament and Heavens Delight 
 Is my Eternal Care. 
 
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 But, ah ! how far above this Grove 
 
 Does the dear Charmer dwell ? 
 Abfence, that keeneft Wound to Love, 
 That fharpeft Pain I feel. 
 
 V. 
 
 Penfivel climb the Sacred Hills, 
 And near him vent my Woes, 
 Vet his fweet Face he ftill conceals, 
 Yet ftill my Paffion grows. 
 
 VI. 
 
 I murmur to the hollow Vale, 
 I tell the Rocks my Flame, 
 tad blefs the Eccho in her Cell 
 That bell repeats his Name,, 
 
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 VII. 
 My Paffion breaths perpetual Sighs 
 
 Till pitying Winds fhall hear, 
 And gently bear them up the Skies, 
 
 And gently wound his Ear. 
 
 Sick of Love. 
 
 
 Solom. Song i. 3. 
 
 I. 
 
 TELL me thou Faireft of thy Kind, 
 My Love, my All-Divine, 
 Where may this fainting Head reclin'd 
 
 Relieve fuch Cares as mine > 
 Ye Shepheards, Lead me to your Grove : 
 If burning Noon Infed the Sky, 
 The Sick'ning Sheep to Coveirts fly, 
 The Sheep not half fo Scorch't as I 
 Thus Languishing in Love. 
 
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 II. 
 Stretchy on the Flowry Shades along 
 There would I tune my Tender Song, 
 
 And drop a Melting Tear 5 
 Mufick has wondrous Charms they fay, 
 Mufick can raging Heats allay, 
 
 And Tame the wildeft Care. 
 Begin my Song the Soothing Strain ^ 
 
 But the dear Flame is Charming Sweet, 
 I would not cool the Paffion yet, 
 
 Nor can I bear the pain. 
 Strangely I'm Rack't in wide Extreams, 
 I burn, I burn, I burn, and yet I Love the Flames. 
 
 III. 
 Oh why fhould Beauty Heavenly Bright 
 Stoop down to Charm a Mortals Sight, 
 And Torture with the Sweet excefs of Light ? 
 Our Hearts, alas ! how frail their make ! 
 With their own weight of Joy they break, 
 Oh why is Love fo ftrong,and Natures felf fo weak > 
 
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88 Songs and Hy?nns 
 
 IV. 
 Dear Lord, forgive my rafh Complaint, 
 And Love me ftill,- 
 Againft my froward Will, 
 Unvail thy Beauties tho* I faint. 
 Send the great Herald from the Sky, 
 And at the Trumpets awful roar 
 This feeble ftate of things fhall fly, 
 And Pain and Pleafure mix no more. 
 Then I fhall gaze with Strengthen'd Sight 
 On Glories Infinitely bright, 
 My Heart fhall all be Love, my Jefus all Delight. 
 
 Sitting in an Arbour, 
 
 i. 
 
 SWEET Mufe defcend and blefs the Shade, 
 And blefs the Evening Grove - y 
 Bufinefs and Noife and Day are fled, • 
 And every Care but Love. 
 
 II 
 
Sacred to Dsvotion. 89 
 
 II. 
 But hence, Ye Wanton Young and Fair, 
 
 Mine is a purer Flame, 
 No Pbittis fhall infeft the Air 
 With her unhallowed Name. 
 
 III. 
 Jefus has all ray Powers poffeft, 
 
 My Hopes, my Fears, my Joys : 
 He the dear Sovereign of my Breaft. 
 Shall ftill command my Voice. 
 IV. 
 Some of the faireft Quires above 
 
 Shall flock around my Song, 
 With Joy to hear the Name they Love 
 Sound from a Mortal Tongue. 
 
 V. 
 His Charms fhall make my Numbers flow, * 
 
 And hold the falling Floods, 
 While Silence (its on every Bough 
 And bends the Lift'ning Woods. 
 
 VI. 
 
I o Sovgs and Hymns 
 
 VL 
 Tie carve our Paffion on the Bark, 
 
 And every wounded Tree 
 Shall drop and bear fome M/ftick Mark 
 
 That Jefus dy'd for me. 
 
 YIl 
 The Swains fhall wonder when they read 
 
 Infcrib'd on all the Grove, 
 That Heaven it Self came down, and bled 
 
 To win a Mortals Love. 
 
 BEWAILING 
 
 My own Inconftancy. 
 
 i 
 
 LOVE the Lord ^ but ah ! how far 
 My Thoughts from the dear Objed are ! 
 
 This wanton Heart how wide it roves ! 
 
 And Fancy meets a Thoufand Loves. 
 
 
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 11 
 
Sacred to Devotion, 
 
 II. 
 If my Soul burn to fee my God 
 I tread the Courts of his abode, 
 But Troops of Rivals throng the place 
 And Tempt me off before his Face. 
 
 III. 
 Would I enjoy my Lord alone, 
 I bid my Paflions all be gone, 
 All but my Love ^ and Charge my Will 
 To bar the Door and keep it ftill. 
 
 IV. 
 But Cares or Trifles make or find 
 Still new Avenues to the Mind, 
 Till I with Grief and Wonder fee 
 Huge Crouds betwixt my Lord and Me. 
 
 V. 
 Oft I am told the Mufe will prove 
 A Friend to Piety and Love ; 
 Strait I begin fome Sacred Song, 
 And take my Saviour on my Tongue. 
 
 VI. 
 
92 Songs and Hymns 
 
 VI. 
 
 Strangely I lofc his Lovely Face 
 To hold the Empty Sounds in Chafe $ 
 At beft the Chymes divide my Heart, 
 And the Mufe fhares the larger part. 
 
 VII. 
 Falfe Confident! And falfer Breaft ! 
 Fickle and fond of every Gueft : 
 Each Airy Image as it flies 
 Here finds admittance thro' my Eyes. 
 
 VIII. 
 This Foolifh Heart can leave her God, 
 And Shadows tempt her Thoughts abroad. 
 How {hall I fix this Wandring Mind, 
 Or throw my Fetters on the Wind? 
 
 IX. 
 Look gently down, Almighty Grace, 
 Prifon me round in thine Embrace : 
 Pity the Soul that would be thine, 
 And let thy Power my Love Confine, 
 
Sacked to Devotion. 93 
 
 X. 
 Say, when (hall that bright Moment be 
 That I fhall live alone for thee, 
 My Heart no Foreign Lords adore, 
 And the wild Miife prove falfe no more ? 
 
 Forfaken, yet Hoping. 
 
 1. 
 
 HAPPY the Hours, the Golden Days 
 When I could call my Jefua mine, 
 And fit and view his Smiling Face, 
 And melt in Pleafures all Divine. 
 
 if. 
 
 Mear to my Heart within my Arms 
 ie lay, till Sin defiPd my Breaft, 
 fill broken Vows and Earthly Charms 
 fir'd and provok'd my Heavenly Gueft. 
 
 III. 
 
 tod now He's gone, (O Mighty Woe) 
 ione from my Soul and hides his Love ! 
 
 Curfe 
 
9 A , Songs and Hymns 
 
 Curfe on you, Sins, that griev'd Him fo, 
 Ye Sins, that forc'd him to remove. 
 
 IV. 
 Break, Break my Heatt, Complain my Tongue, 
 Hither, my Friends, your Sorrows bring, 
 Angels, aflift my Doleful Song, 
 If you havee'rea Mourning String. 
 
 • V - r 
 
 fit -A ^.1 f 
 
 But, ah ! Your Joys are ever high, 
 Ever His Lovely Face you fee, 
 While my poor Spirits pant and die, 
 And Groan for thee, my God, for thee; 
 
 VI. 
 Yet let my Hope look thro 1 my Tears 
 And fpy afar his rolling Throne, 
 His Chariot thro 3 the cleaving Spheres 
 Shall bring the bright Beloved down* 
 
 V 1 1. 
 Swift as a Roe flies o're the Hills 
 My Soul fprings out to meet him high, 
 Then the dear Conqueror turns his Wheels, 
 And climbs the Manfions of the Sky. 
 
 VIIJ 
 
Sacred to Devotion. 9 1 
 
 VIII. 
 rhere Smiling Joy for ever reigns, 
 Mo more the Turtle leaves, the Dove 5 
 ^arewel to Jealoufies, and Pains, 
 \nd all the Ills of Abfen* Love. 
 
 l 
 
 , . ■ w- •;-■ — ----- - 
 
 The Law ^nd Gofpel. 
 
 CURST be the Man, for ever Ciirft. 
 That doth the fmalleft Sin commie, 
 Death and Damnation for the Firft, 
 Without Relief and Infinite. - 
 
 ir. ' &j 
 
 'hus Sinai roars $ and round the Eanhr- 
 'hunder and Fire and Vengeance ffe^^' 
 jut Jefa, thy dear gafping Breath 
 md Calvary fays Gentler things. 
 
 III. 
 £ardbn, and Grace and boundlefs Love 
 Streaming along a Saviour's Blood, 
 
 "And 
 
96 Songs and Hymns 
 
 m And Life and Joys and Crowns above 
 
 " Dear purchas'd by a Bleeding God. 
 
 IV. 
 Hark, how he prays, (the Charming Sound 
 Dwells on his Dying Lips) Forgive j 
 And every Groan and gaping Wound 
 Cries, " Father, Let the Rebels Live. 
 
 V. 
 Go you that reft upon the Law, 
 
 And toil and feek Salvation there, 
 
 1 
 Look to the Flames that Mofes faw, 
 
 Andflirink, and tremble, anddefpair. 
 
 VI. 
 But Fll retire beneath the Crofs, 
 Saviour, at thy dear Feet I lie 5 
 And the keen Sword that Juftice draws 
 Flaming and Red (hall pafs me by. 
 
 THE 
 
Sacred to Devotion, 97 
 
 THE 
 
 Death of MOSES, 
 
 Deut. xxxii. 49, 50* andxxxiv. 5, 6* 
 O R T H E 
 
 Enjoyment of G O D 
 
 Worth Dying fon 
 i. 
 
 LOR.D, 'tis an Infinite Delight 
 To fee thy Lovely Face, 
 To dwell whole Ages in thy Sight 
 And feel thy Kind Embrace. 
 
 It 
 
 This Gabriel knows ^ and Sings thy Name 
 
 With his Immortal Tongue 5 
 ' Mofes the Saint Enjoys the fame, 
 
 And Loud repeats the Song. 
 
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 III. 
 All the bright Nation founds thy Praife 
 
 From the Eternal Hills, 
 While the Sweet Odour of thy Grace 
 The Heavenly Region fills. 
 IV. 
 Thy Charming Looks and Shining Power 
 
 Spread Life and Joy abroad : 
 O 'tis a Heaven worth dying for 
 To fee a Smiling God. 
 
 V. 
 Shew me thy Face, and Til away 
 
 From all Inferiour Things 3 
 Speak, Lord, and here I quit my Clay, 
 Andftretch mine Airy Wings. 
 VI. 
 Twas a Sweet Journey to the Sky 
 The wondrous Prophet try'd, 
 Climb up the Mount, fays God, and Dye, 
 The Prophet Climb'd and Dy'd. 
 
 cc 
 
Sacred to Devotion. 99 
 
 VI L 
 Softly his fainting Head he lay 
 
 Upon his Maker's Bread, 
 His Maker Kifs'd his Soul away, 
 And laid his Flefli to reft. 
 VIII. 
 In God's own Arms he left the Breath 
 
 . That God's own Spirit gave 3 
 
 His was the Nobleft Road to Death, 
 
 And his the Sweeteft Grave, 
 
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 Dominum noftrum&Servatorem 
 
 Jefum Chriftum. 
 
 O D A. Novemb. 1694 
 
 TE, Grande Numen, Corporis Incola, 
 Te, magna magni Progenies Patris, 
 Nomen verendum noftri Jefu 
 Vox, Citharae, Calami fonabunt. 
 II. 
 Aptentur auro grandifonas Fides, 
 Chrifti Triumphos incipe Barbite, 
 Fraflofque terrores Averni, 
 Vidum Erebum, domitamque Mortem. 
 
 1 1 J 
 
Sacred to Devotion. 1 01 
 
 1 1 1 
 
 Immenfa vaftos fascula circulos 
 Volv6re, blando dum Patris in finft 
 Toto fruebatur Jehova 
 Gaudia mille bibens Jefus ^ 
 IV. 
 Donee fuperno vidit ab ^Etherc 
 Adam cadentem, Tartara hiantia, 
 Unaque mergendos ruin£ 
 
 Heu ninuum miferos Nepotes, 
 V. 
 Vidit minaces Vindicis Angeli 
 Ignes & Eafem, Telaque Sanguine 
 Tingendanoftro, dum rapinae 
 Spe fremuere Erebaa Monftra. 
 VI. 
 Coramota Sacras Vifcera protinus 
 Senf§re flammas, Omnipotens Furor 
 Ebullit, Immenfique Amoris 
 iEthereum calet Igne pe&us. 
 
 H3 VIII. 
 
102 Songs and Hymns 
 
 VII. 
 " Non tota prorfus Gens hominum dabit 
 " Hofti triumphos : Quid Patris St Labor 
 f* Dulcifque Imago ? Num peribunt 
 " Funditus ? O prius Aftra cascis 
 VIII. 
 <c Merganttir undis, & redeat Chaos. 
 * Aut ipfe difperdam Satanas dolos, 
 Aut ipfe difperdar, & ifti 
 
 Sceptra dabo moderanda dextra?. 
 IX. 
 Teftor paternum Numen, 5c hoc Caput 
 " iEquale teftor, dixit, 6c TEtheris 
 Inclinat ingens oilmen, alto 
 Defiliitque ruens Olympp. 
 X. 
 Mortale corpus impiger induit 
 Artufque noftros, heu tenues nimis 
 Nimifque viles ! Vindicique 
 Corda dedit fodienda Ferrq, 
 
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Sacred to Devotion. I c £ 
 
 XI. 
 Vitamque Morti j Proh dolor ! O graves 
 Tonantis Ira ! O Lex nimis afpera ! 
 Mercefque peccati fevera 
 Adamici, vetitique fru&us, 
 XII. 
 Non poena lenis! Quo ruis impotens ! 
 QuoMufa! largasfunderelachrymas, 
 Buftique Divini triumphos 
 Sacrilego temerare fletu ? 
 XIII. 
 Sepone queftus. L^eta Deum caiie 
 Majore Chords. Pfalle fonorius 
 Ut ferreas Mortis cavernas 
 Et rigidam penetravit Aulam. 
 XIV. 
 SenfBre Nun^en Regna feralia, 
 Mugit Barathrum, contremuit Chaos, 
 Dirum fremebat Rex Gehenna*, 
 Perque fuumtremebundus Orcum 
 
 tf 4 .XV. 
 
1^4 $ on g s an d Hymns 
 
 XV. 
 Late refugit. M Nil agis Impie, 
 " Mergat vel Imis tc Phlegethon vadis, 
 M Hoc findet undas fulmen, Inquit, 
 Et patrios Jaculatus Ignes 
 XVI. 
 Trajecit hoftem. Nigra Silentia 
 Umbrseque flammas jEthereas pavcnt 
 Dudnm perofa;, ex quo corufco 
 Praecipites cecidere Coelo. 
 XVII. 
 Immane rugit jam Tonitru 3 fragor 
 Late ruinam mandat : ab infimis 
 Ledasque deftinata genti 
 Tartara disjiciuntur antris. 
 XVIII. 
 Hejc ftrata paffim vincula, & heic jacent 
 Unci cruenti, Tormina Mentium 
 Invifa, ploratuque vafto 
 Spicula Mors fibi adempu plangit. 
 
. Sacred to Devotion. 10 5 
 
 XIX. 
 En, ut refurgit Viftor ab ultimo 
 Ditis Profundo, curribus aureis 
 Aftri&a raptans Monftra No&is 
 Perdomitumque Erebi Tyrannum. 
 XX. 
 Quanta Angelorum gaudia Jubilant 
 Viftor paternum dum repetit Polum? 
 En qualis ardet, dumbeati 
 Limina fcandit Ovans Olympi ! 
 XXL 
 Io Triumphe pleftra Seraphica, 
 lo Triumphe grex hominum fonct, 
 Dum laeta quaquaverfus ambos 
 Aftra repercutiunt Triumphos. 
 
 Excitatio 
 
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 Excitatio cordis Coelum 
 verfus. 
 
 1694. Ad feipfum. 
 
 I. 
 
 HEU quot fecla teris carcere Corporis 
 Wattfi, quid refugis Limen &C Exitum ? 
 Nee meus iEthereum Culmen, & Atria 
 
 Magni Patris anhelitat > 
 II. 
 Corpus vile creat milleMoleftias, 
 Qrcum Cor da volant & Dolor, & Metus, 
 Pecc^tumque malis durins omnibus 
 
 Cascas Infidias ftruit. 
 
 Ill 
 
Sgcred to Devotion 107 
 
 III. 
 Non hoc grata tibi Gaudia de folo 
 Surgunt. Chriftus abeft, delicis tuas, 
 Longe Chriftus abeft, Inter &: Angelos 
 
 Et pida aftra perambulans? 
 IV. 
 * Cceli fumma pet as; nee Jaculabitur 
 Iracunda Tonans fulmina : Te Deus 
 Hortatur 3 Vacuum tende per Aera 
 
 Pennas nunc homini datas. 
 
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 * Vide Horat. Lib. 1. Od. 3. 
 
 Breathing 
 
Xc8 Songs and Hymns 
 
 Breathing towards the 
 
 Heavenly Country. 
 
 Cafimire. Book I. Od. 1 9. Imitated. 
 Urit me Patrix Decor •, &c. 
 
 THE Beauty of my Native Land 
 Immortal Love infpires 5 
 I burn, I burn with ftrong Defires, 
 And figh and wait the high Command. 
 There glides the Moon her fhining Way, 
 And (hoots my Heart thro' with a Silver Ray 3 
 Upward my Heart afpires : 
 A thoufand Lamps of Golden Light 
 Hung high in vaulted Azure charm my Sight, 
 And wink and becken with their Amorous Fires* 
 
^ Sacred to Devotion. x 109 
 
 O Ye dear Glories of my Heavenly Home, 
 Bright Sentinels of my Fathers Court 
 Where all the happy Minds refort, 
 When will my Father's Chariot come ? 
 Muft ye for ever walk the Ethereal Round, 
 For ever fee the Mourner lie 
 An Exile of the Sky, 
 A Prifoner of the Ground > 
 Defcend fome fhining Servant from on high, 
 Build me a hafty Tomb 5 
 A Graffie Turf will raife my Head, 
 The Neighbouring Lillies drefs my Bed 
 
 And fhed a cheap Perfume. 
 Here I put off the Chains of Death 
 
 My Soul too long has worn, 
 Friends, I forbid one groaning Breath, 
 
 Or Tear to wet my Urn 5 
 Raphael, behold me all undreft, * 
 
 Here gently lay this Flefti to reft 5 
 Then mount and lead the Path unknown, 
 Swift I purfue thee, Flaming Guide, on Pinions of 
 my own. 
 
 THE 
 
i.io Songs and Hyitim 
 
 THE 
 
 GLORIESofGOD 
 
 Exceed all Worfhip. 
 i. 
 
 ETERNAL Power ! whofe high Abode 
 Becomes the Grandeur of a God 5 
 Infinite Lengths beyond the Bounds 
 Where the Skies roll their little Rounds. 
 
 II. 
 The lowed Step about thy Seat 
 Rifes too high for GabriePsFzct, 
 In vain the tall Arch- Angel tries 
 To reach thine height with wondring Eyes* 
 
 III. 
 Thy dazling Beauties whilft he Sings 
 He hides his Face behind his Wings, 
 And Ranks of Shining Threes around 
 Fall Worshipping, and fpread the Ground * 
 
Sacred to Devotion. tli 
 
 I V. 
 Lord, what fhall Earth and Aflies do ! 
 We would adore our Maker too, 
 From Sin and Duft to thee we cry 
 The Great, the Holy, and the High. 
 
 V. 
 Earth from afar has heard thy Fame, 
 And Worms have learnt to lifp thy Name* 
 But, O, the Glories of thy Mind 
 Leave all our foaring Thoughts behind* 
 
 VL 
 God is in Heaven, and Men below, 
 Short be our Tunes, our Words be few $ 
 A Sacred Reverence checks our Songs, 
 And Praife fits filent on our Tongues. 
 
 The END of the Firfl BOOK. 
 
 Tibi filet Laus, Deus. 
 PfaLlxv. 1. 
 
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 )des, Elegies and Epiftles, &c. 
 
 SACRED TO 
 
 fERTUE, LOYALTY 
 
 AND 
 
 FRIENDSHIP- 
 
 1 : '- 
 
 TO 
 
 Her MAJESTY, 
 
 r^V U E E N of the Northern World, whofe 
 
 <^yA, gentle Sway 
 
 wites our Love, and binds our Hearts t ? Obey i 
 
 . • J Forgive 
 
H4 Odes 9 £<c. toVertue, 
 
 Forgive the Nation's Groan when William dy'd 5 
 
 Lo, at thy Feet in all the Loyal Pride 
 
 Of rifing Joy Three Happy Realms appear, 
 
 And Williams Urn almoft without a Tear 
 
 Stands 5 nor Complains : While from thy Gracious 
 
 Tongue 
 Peace flows in Silver Streams amidfl: the Throng. 
 Amazing Balm, that on thofe Lips was found 
 To heal the Twinges of that Mortal Wound, 
 The Danger, and the Scar ! Far-diftant Lands 
 Whofe Lives lay trufted in ]SfaJfovian Hands 
 Transfer their Souls, and live 3 fecure they Play 
 In thy Mild Rays, and feel a growing Day. 
 
 Thy beamy Wing at once defends and warms 
 Fainting Devotion 3 whilft in various Forms 
 Fair Piety fhines thro 5 the Brittijb Ifles : 
 Here at thy Side, and in thy kindeft Smiles 
 Blazing in Ornamental Gold fhe ftands, 
 To Blefs thy Councils, and Affift thy Hands, 
 And Crowds wait round her to receive Commands.] 
 
 There. 
 
Loyalty and Friendjlrip. ii$ 
 
 rhere at a Humble diftance from the Throne 
 Beauteous She lies 5 Her Luftre all her own, 
 Ung^rnifh'dj yet not blufhing, nor afraid, 
 Nor knows Sufpicion, nor affe&s the Shade. 
 In Words of Solemn Form, or with a freer Cry 
 Wivm as ourZeal forThee, WeBoth addrefs theSky,] 
 Vow for thy Safety Bothjand live beneatbthine Ey 
 
 PRINCESS, the World already owns thy Name 3 
 Go, mount the Chariot of Immortal Fame, 
 Nor Die to be Renbwn'd •: Fames loudeft Breath 
 Too dear is purchas'd by an Angels Death. 
 The Thunder of thy Hand with general Joy 
 Shall crufh Rebellion and the Rival Boy : 
 Thy Sounding Arms his Gallick Patron hears, 
 And fpeeds his Flight 5 nor overtakes his Fears 
 Till hard Defpair wring from the Tyrant's Soul 
 The If oil Tears out. Let thy Frown controul 
 Dur Angry Jarrs at Home, till Wrath fubmit 
 >per Bloody Banners to thine Awful Feet, 
 
 1 i mi 
 
Ii6 Odes, &c, toVertue, 
 
 Mad Zeal and Frenzy with their Murtherous Train^ 
 Flee thefe Bleft Realms in thine Aufpicious Reign \ 
 Envy expire in Rage, and Treafon bite the Chain. J 
 
 Let no black Scenes affright the Brittijh Stage, 
 Thy Thread of Life prolong pur Golden Age, 
 Long blefs the Earth : Then rife and (hine on high 
 The faireft Glory of the Weftern Sky 5 
 There check the Rays of each Malignant Star, 
 Heal the dire Peftilence, forbid the War, 
 Warm the chill North, Sooth the two Rugged Bears, 
 And ftretch thy Peaceful Influence to the Southern 
 Spheres. 
 
 TO 
 
Loyalty and Fnendfoip, 117 
 
 T O 
 
 Mr. John Lock 
 
 Retired from 
 
 The World of Bufinefs. 
 
 1. 
 
 ANGELS are made of Heavenly Things, 
 And Light and Love our Souls compofe, 
 Their Blifs within their Bofom fprings, 
 
 Within their Bofom flows. 
 But narrow Minds ftill make pretence 
 Tofearch the Coafts of Flefh and Sence, 
 And fetch Diviner Pleafures thence. 
 Men are akin to Ethereal Forms, 
 But they belye their Nobler Birth, 
 Debafe their Honour down to Earth, 
 
 And claim a (hare with Worms, 
 
 1 3 U 
 
1 1 8 Odes, &c to VertuC} 
 
 II. 
 
 He that has Treafures of his own 
 May leave the Cottage or the Throne, 
 May Quit the Globe, and dwell alone 
 
 Within his fpacious Mind. 
 X CK hath a Soul wide as the Sea, 
 Calm as the Night, bright as the Day, 
 There may his vaft Idea's play, 
 
 Nor feel a Thought confin'd. 
 
Loyalty and Frievdjlnj). '119 
 
 T O 
 
 Mr. JOHN SHUTS 
 
 ON 
 
 Mr. LOG K % s Dangerous Sick- 
 I nefs fometime after he had re- 
 
 I tired to ftudy the Scriptures. 
 June 1 704. 
 I. 
 
 AND muft the Man of wondrous Mind 
 (Now his rich Thoughts are juft refin'd) 
 Forfake our Longing Eyes ? 
 Reafon at length fubmits to wear 
 The Wings of Faith , and Lo they rear 
 Her Chariot high, and nobly bear 
 Her Prophet to the*Skies. 
 
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120 Odes, Sec. to Vertue, 
 
 II. 
 
 Go, Friend, and wait the Prophet's Flight, 
 Watch if his Mantle chance to light 
 
 And feize it for thy own $ 
 S H U T E is the Darling of his Years, 
 Young S HUT E his better Likenefs bears, 
 All but his Wrinkles and his Hairs 
 
 Are copy'd in his Son. 
 II L 
 Thus when our Follies or our Fau'ts 
 Call for the Pity of thy Thoughts, 
 
 Thy Pen fhall make us wife : 
 The Sallies of whofe Youthful Wit 
 Could pierce the Britijb Fogs with Light, 
 Place our true Intereft in our Sight, 
 
 And open half our Eyes. 
 
 FRIEND- 
 
Loyalty and Friendjlrip. 121 
 
 FRIENDSHIP. 
 
 T O 
 
 Mr. William Nokes. 
 
 1. 
 
 1702. 
 
 F 
 
 RIENDSHIP, thou Charmer of the Mind, 
 Thou fweet deluding 111, 
 Thebrighteft Minute Mortals find, 
 Andftiarpeft Hour we feel. 
 
 IL 
 
 Fate has divided all our fhares 
 
 Of Pleafure and of Pain, 
 In Love the Comforts and the Cares 
 
 Are mix'd and joyn'd again. 
 
 III. 
 
122 Odesy &c. to Venue y 
 
 III. 
 
 But whilft in Floods our Sorrow rolls, 
 
 And Drops of Joy are few, 
 This dear Delight of Mingling Souls 
 
 Serves but to fwell our Woe. 
 
 IV. 
 Oh ! why fliould Blifs depart in hade, 
 
 And Friendfhip ftay tomoan ? 
 Why the fond Paflion cling fo faft, 
 
 When every Joy is gone ? 
 
 V. 
 Yet never let our Hearts divide, 
 
 Not Death difTolve the Chain : 
 For Love and Joy were once ally'4, 
 
 And muft be joytfd again. 
 
Loyalty and Friendflrip. 123 
 
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 * 
 
 T O 
 
 Nathanael Gould Efq; 
 
 Lawful Ambition. 
 
 1704. 
 
 1. 
 
 T I US not by Splendor, or by State, 
 ft Majeftick Mien, or lofty Gate 
 My Mufe takes Meafure of a King : 
 If Wealth or Height or Bulk will do, 
 She calls each Mountain of Peru 
 
 A more Exalted thing. 
 Frown on me, Friend, if e're I boaft 
 Ore Fellow Minds, enflav'd in Clay, 
 Or fwell when I fhall have ingrofst 
 A larger Heap of Shining Duft, 
 And wear a bigger Load of Earth than they. 
 
 Let 
 
1 24 Odes, Sec. to Vertue, 
 
 Let the vain World Salute me loud, 
 •My Thoughts look inward, and forget 
 The Sounding Names of High and Great, 
 
 The Flatteries of the Crowd 
 If. 
 When GOV LD commands His Ships to run 
 And Search the Traffick of the Sea, 
 His Fleet ©'retakes the falling Day, 
 And bears the Weftern Mines away, 
 Or Richer Spices from the Rifing Sun : 
 While the glad Tenants of the Shoar 
 Shout and pronounce him Senator, 
 Yet ftill the Man's the fame : 
 For well the Happy Merchant knows 
 The Soul with Treafure never grows, 
 Nor fwells with airy Fame. 
 III. 
 But truft me QOULD, 'tis lawful Pride 
 To rife above the mean Controul 
 Of Flefli and Sence to which we're ty'd j 
 This is Ambition that becomes a Soul. 
 
 W< 
 
Loyalty and Friendjhip. 125 
 
 We fteer our Courfe up thro' the Skies, 
 Farewel this Barren Land : 
 We ken the Heavenly Shoar with longing Eyes, 
 There the dear Wealth of Spirits lies, 
 And beckoning Angels ftand. 
 
 T O 
 
 Dr- Thomas Gibfon. 
 
 The Life of Souls. 
 
 1704* 
 
 L 
 
 SWIFT as the Sun rolls round the Day 
 We haften to the Dead, 
 Slaves to the Wind we puff away, 
 And to the Ground we tread. 
 Tis Air that lends us Life, when firft 
 The vital Bellows heave 3 
 
 Our 
 
126 Odes, See. ioVertue^ 
 
 Our Flefli We borrow of the Duft, 
 And when a Mothers Care has Nurft 
 The Babe to Manly fize, we muft 
 
 With Ufury pay the Grave, 
 Juleps ftill tend the dying Flame, 
 And Roots and Herbs play well their Game 
 
 To fave our finking Breath, 
 While GIBSON brings his awful Power 
 To refcue the precarious Hour 
 
 From the Demands of Death. 
 
 Tde have a Life to call my Own 
 That fhall depend on Heaven alone s 
 
 • Nor Air, nor Earth, nor Sea 
 Mix their bafe Effences with mine, 
 Nor claim Dominion fo Divine 
 To give me leave to Be. 
 1 1 1. 
 Sure there's a Mind within, that reigns 
 O're the dull current of my Veins, 
 I feel the Inward Pulfe bear high 
 With vigorous Immortality. 
 
Love and FriendJJnf. 127 
 
 Let Earth refume the Flefh it gave, 
 And Breath diflblve amongft the Winds 5 
 GIB SO ff, the things that fear a Grave, 
 That I can loofe, or You can fave, 
 
 Are not akin to Minds. 
 IV. 
 We claim acquaintance with the Skies, 
 Upward our Spirits hourly rife, 
 
 And there our Thoughts Employ 1 
 When Heaven fhallfign our Grand Releafe, 
 We are no Strangers to the Place, 
 
 The Bufinefe, or the Joy. 
 
 T O 
 
liS Odes, &c. teVertue, 
 
 « . ,- • * — \ — — — — 
 
 T O 
 
 My Brothers £ and 7: W, 
 
 Falfe Greatnefs. 
 
 1698. 
 
 1. 
 
 BROTHERS, forbear to tall him Bleft 
 That only has a large Eftate, 
 Should all the TreafuresoftheWeft 
 Meet and Confpire to make him Great. 
 Let a broad Stream with Golden Sands 
 
 Thro' all his Meadows roll, 
 He's but a Wretch with all his Lands 
 That wears a narrow Soul. 
 II. 
 He fwells amidft his wealthy Store, 
 And proudly poizing what he weighs, 
 
Lvve and Friendjbip* 129 
 
 In his own Scale he fondly lays 
 
 Huge Heaps of Shining Oar> 
 He fpreads the Balance wide to hold 
 
 His Mannors and his Farms, 
 And cheats the Beam with Loads of Gold 
 
 He hugs between his Arms* 
 So might the Plough-boy climb a Tree, 
 
 When Cr&fus mounts his Throne, 
 And both (land up and fmile to fee 
 
 How long their Shadow's grown j 
 Alafs ! how vain their Fancies be, 
 
 To think that Shape their own* 
 III 
 Thus mingled ftill with Wealth and State 
 Cr&fa himfelf can nevet know 5 
 His true Dimenfions, and his Weight 
 Are far inferiour to their (how 5 
 Were I fotall to reach the Pole, 
 Or grafp the Ocean with my Span, 
 I muftbe meafur'd by my Soul. 
 The Mind's the Standard of the Man. 
 
 K TO' 
 
130 Odes, Sic. to Fertue, 
 
 T O 
 
 Mr. A. S. and Mr.T. H. 
 
 STRICT RELIGION 
 
 Exceeding Rare. 
 
 1705. 
 
 1. 
 
 I 'ME born aloft and leave the Croud, 
 I fail upon a Morning-Cloud 
 Skirted with dawning Gold : 
 Mine Eyes beneath the opening Day 
 Command the Globe with wide furvey, 
 Where Ants in bufie Millions play 
 
 And tug and heave the Mould. 
 II. 
 " AreThefe the things, my Paffion cry'd, 
 " That we call Men > Are Thefe allyd 
 
 " To the fair Worlds of Light? 
 
 cc They 
 
Loyalty and FriendJIrip. 13 x 
 
 " They have ras'd out their Maker's Name 
 " Gravn on their Minds with pointed Flame 
 " In Strokes Divinely bright. 
 III. 
 " Wretches, they hate their Native Skies % 
 r If an Ethereal Thought arife 
 
 " Or Spark of Vertue fhine, 
 u With cruel Force they damp its Plumes, 
 V Choke the Young Fire with fenfual Fumes, 
 " And Chain their Souls to Sin, 
 
 FIV. 
 Lo, how they throng with panting Breath 
 " The broad defcending Road 
 " That leads unerring down to Death, 
 
 " Nor mifs the Dark Abode, 
 Thus while I drop a Tear or two 
 On the wild Herd i a Noble Few 
 Dare to ftray upward, and purfue 
 Th' unbeaten Way to God, 
 
 K 2 
 
132 Odes, &c. to Vertue, 
 
 V. 
 I meet their Spirits mounting high, 
 S HAL LET I faw, and HUNT was there, 
 They break thro* loads of Pondrous Care, 
 With Morning Incenfe up they Fly 
 
 Perfuming all the Air. 
 Charm'd with the Pleafure of the Sight 
 
 My Soul adores and Sings : 
 " Bleft be the Power that aids their Flight, 
 " That ftreaks their Path with heavenly Light, * 
 
 " And gives them Zeal for Wings. 
 
 ON 
 
Loyalty and . FriendJInp. 133 
 
 G N 
 
 The Sudden Death 
 
 OF 
 
 Mrs. Mary Peacock, 
 1695. 
 
 An Elegiack Song. 
 1. 
 
 HARK ! She bids all her Friends Adieu h 
 Some Angel calls her to the Spheres ^ 
 Our Eyes the radiant Saint purfue 
 Thro' liquid Telefcopesof Tears. 
 
 II. 
 Farewell, bright Soul, a fhort Farewel 
 Till We (hall meet again above 
 In the fweet Grove&Avhere Pleafures dwell, 
 
 And Trees of Life bear Fruits of Love. 
 
 Ill 
 
134 Odes, dec. to Vertue, 
 
 III. 
 There Glory fits on every Face, 
 There Friendfhip fmiles in every Eye, 
 There fhall our Tongues relate the Grace 
 That led us homeward to the Sky. 
 
 IV. 
 Ore all the Names of Chrift our King 
 Shall our harmonious Voic.es rove, 
 Our Harps fhall found from every String 
 The Wonders of his bleeding Love. 
 
 V. 
 Come Sovereign Lord, Dear Saviour come, 
 Remove thefe feparating Days, 
 Send thy bright Wheels to fetch us home $ 
 That Golden Hour, how long it ftays ! 
 
 VI. 
 How long muft we lie ling'ring here, 
 While Saints around us take their Flight ? 
 Smiling they quit this dusky Syhere, 
 And mount the Hills of Heavenly Light. 
 
 VIT< 
 
Loyalty and Friendjlnp. 155 
 
 VII. 
 Sweet Soul, we leave thee to thy Reft, 
 Enjoy thy Jefu* and thy God, 
 Till we from Bands of Clay releas'd 
 Spring out and climb the fhining Road. 
 
 VIII. 
 While the Dear Duft fhe leaves behind 
 Sleeps in thy Bofom, Sacred Tomb ^ 
 Soft be her Red, her Slumbers Kind, 
 And all her Dreams of Joy to come. 
 
 K 4 TO 
 
j%6 Odes, &c. to Vcrtue, 
 
 TO THE' 
 
 Reverend Mr. B. Rome, 
 
 fTis Dangerous to follow 
 the Multitude. 
 
 1. 
 
 ROJVEj if we make the Croud our Guide 
 Thro* Life's uncertain Road, 
 Mean is the Chafe ^ and wandering wide 
 
 We mifs th' Immortal Good. 
 Men live at random and by Chance, 
 Bright Reafon never leads the Dance 5 
 Whilft in the broad and beaten Way 
 Ore Hills and Dales from Truth we ftray, 
 To Ruin we defcend, to' Ruin we advance. 
 
 lie 
 
Loyalty and Friendjlnp. 137 
 
 II. 
 Wifdom retires, fhe hates the Crowd, 
 
 And with a decent Scorn 
 Aloof fhe climbs her fteepy Seat, 
 Where nor the Grave nor Giddy Feet 
 Of the Learrid Vulgar or the Ruda 
 Have e're a Paffage worn. 
 III. 
 Meer Hazard firft began the Track 
 Where Cuftom leads her Thoufands blind 
 
 In willing Chains and ftrong 5 
 There's not one bold, one noble Mind 
 Dares tread the fatal Error back, 
 But Hand in Hand our felves we bind 
 And drag the Age along. 
 IV. 
 Mortals, a Savage Herd, and loud 
 As Billows on a noify Flood 
 
 In r^pid order roll : 
 Example makes the Mifchief good : 
 With jocund Heel we beat the Road 
 Unheedful of the Goal 
 
 V. 
 
138 Odes, Sec. to Vert ue 9 
 
 V. 
 Me let fome Friendly Seraph's Wing 
 Snatch from the Crowd, and bear Sublime 
 
 To Wifdom's lofty Tower, 
 Thence to furvey that wretched Thing 
 Mankind 5 and in Exalted Rhime 
 Blefs the delivering Power. 
 
 TO 
 
 My Sifters S. and M. W 
 
 An Epiftle. 
 
 Dear Sifters, 
 
 READ the Love of my Heart in the firfi Line 
 my Letter, and believe it. Vme much concern^ 
 to hear of ?ny Mother's continued Weaknefs $ we tak 
 our Share of thofe painful Diforders of Nature r»hic> 
 affliB her whom voe Honour and Love : I know alj 
 that your Hurries of Bu/inefs muft be more than dou 
 bled thereby ^ but we are daily leaving Care and Si 
 behind us : The pafi Temptations /ball vex us no mort 
 
 tl 
 
Loyalty and FriendJItip. 139 
 
 the Months that are gone return not, and the Sor- 
 rows that we hourly feel lejffenthe decreed Number 3 
 every Pulfe beats a Moment of Pain away, and this by 
 Degrees vce arrive nearer to the fweet Period of Life 
 and Trouble. 
 
 Bear up (my dear Ones) thro' the ruffling Storms 
 Of a vain vexing World : Tread down the Ores 
 Thofe ragged Thorns that lie acrofs the Road, 
 Nor fpend a Tear upon 'em. Truft me, Sifters, 
 The Dew of Eyes will make the Briars grow. 
 Nor let the diftant Phantom of Delight 
 Too long allure your Gaze, or fwell your Hope 
 To dangerous fize : If it approach your Feet 
 And court your Hand, forbid the Intruding Joy 
 To fit too near your Heart : Still may our Souls 
 Claim Kindred with the Skies, nor mix with Duft 
 Our betterborn Affeftions : Leave the Globe 
 A Neft for Worms, and haftcn to our Home. 
 
 O there are Gardens of th' Immortal Kind 
 That Crown the Heavenly Edens rifing Hills 
 With Beauty and with Sweets 3 no-Lurking Mifchief 
 Dwells in the Fruit, nor Serpent twines the Boughs : 
 
 The 
 
140 Odes, &c. to Vertue, 
 
 The Branches bend Laden with Life and Blifs 
 
 Ripe for the Tafte^ but 'tis a fteep Afcent : 
 
 Hold faft the * Golden Chain let down from Heaven, 
 
 'Twill help your Feet and Wings $ I feel its Force 
 
 Draw upward : Faften'd to the Pearly Gate 
 
 It Guides the Way unerring : Happy Clue 
 
 Thro^ this dark Wild! Twas Wifdbitfs Noblefl 
 
 Work, 
 All joynd by Power Divine, and every Link is Love, 
 
 Sifters, 
 
 Accept the fudden Rapture kindly. The Mufe h 
 not awake every Day, if fie has a Moments Releafe 
 from the Lethargy y fee, 'tis devoted to ferve and 
 pleafeyou otc. 
 
 June 15. 1704, 
 
 i ■ ■ . i. ■ ' . . . . , . » .I . , — 
 
 * The Gofpcl. 
 
Loyalty and Friendjbip. 141 
 
 T O 
 
 Mr. C and 3! Fleetwood. 
 
 •+ 
 
 The World Vain 
 
 AND 
 
 The Soul Immortal 
 
 1 701. 
 I 
 
 FL EETWOO D S, Young Generous Pair, 
 Defpifethe Joys that Fools purfue $ 
 Bubbles are light and brittle too, 
 Born of the Water and the Air. 
 Try'd by a Standard Bold and Juft 
 Honour and Gold are Paint and Duft 5 
 How vile the laft is, and as vain the firft : 
 
 Things 
 
I42 Odes, &c. to Venue \ 
 
 Things that the Crowd calls Great and Brave, 
 With me how low their Value s brought ! 
 Titles, and Names, and Life, and Breath, 
 Slaves to the Wind and born for Death 3 
 The Souls the only Thing We have 
 Worth an Important Thought. 
 
 The Soul ! 'tis of th' Immortal Kind, 
 Not form'd of Fire, or Earth, or Wind, 
 Outlives the mouldring Corps, and leaves the, Globe 
 behind. 
 In Limbs of Clay tho' She appears, 
 
 Dreft up in Ears and Eyes, 
 TheFlefh is but the Souls Difguife, 
 There's nothing in her Frame kin to the Rags fhe 
 Wears. 
 From all the Laws of Matter free, 
 From all we feel, and all we fee 
 She ftands Eternally diftindt, and muft for ever Be, 
 
 III. 
 Rife then, my Thoughts, on high, 
 Soar beyond all that's made to Dye 5 
 
 tot 
 
Love and Friendflrip. 143 
 
 Lo ! on an Awful Throne 
 Sits the Creatour and the Judge of Souls, 
 Whirling the Planets round the Poles, 
 Winds off our Threads of Life, and brings our Pe- 
 riods on. 
 Swift the Approach, and Solemn is the Day, 
 When' this Immortal Mind 
 Strip't of the Body's coarfe Array 
 To Endlefs Pain, orEndlefsJoy 
 Muft be at once confign'd. 
 IV. 
 Think of the Sands run down to wade, 
 We poffefs none of all the Paft, 
 None but the Prefent is our own ^ 
 Grace is not plac'd within our Power, 
 Tis but one Ihort, one fhining Hour* 
 Bright and declining as a Setting Sun. 
 See the white Minutes wing'd with haft j 
 The NOW that flies may be thelaft, 
 Seize the Salvation e're 'tis paft, 
 
 Nor mourn the Bleffing gone : 
 
 No: 
 
144 Odzs, &c. loVetlue, 
 
 A Thoughts Delay is Ruine here, 
 A Clofing Eye, a Gafping Breath 
 Shuts up the Golden Scene in Death, 
 And drowns you in Defpair. 
 
 T O 
 
 Mr- William Btackbourn; 
 
 Life flies too faft to be 
 Wafted. 
 
 i7©3. 
 
 2ly& tegit canas modo Bruma val/es 
 
 Sole vicinosjaculante montes 
 
 Deteget rurfum — Cafimir. Lib. 2. Od. 2* 
 
 i. 
 
 MARK,how it Snows ! how faft the Vally fills > 
 And the/wertGnwifithehoaryGarment wear; 
 Yet the Warm Sun-Beams bounding from the Hills 
 Shall melt the Vail away,and the young Green appear. 
 
 But 
 
Love and Friendjhip. 145 
 
 II. 
 
 But when Old Age has drop't upon your Head 
 Her Silver Froft, there's no returning Sun - 
 Swift rolls our Autumn, fwift our Summer's fled, 
 When Youth, and Love, and Spring, and Golden 
 Joys are gone. 
 
 III. 
 Then Gold, and Winter, and your Aged Snow 
 Stick fafi upon you 5 not the rich Array, 
 Nor the Green Garland, nor the Rofy Bough 
 Shall cancel or conceal the Melancholy Gray. 
 
 IV. 
 The Chafe of Pleafure is not worth the Pains, 
 While the Bright Sands of Health run wafting down 3 
 And Honour calis you from the fofter Scenes 
 To fell the gaudy Hour for Ages of Renown. 
 
 V, 
 'Tis but one Youth and fhort that we can have, 
 And one Old Age dilfolves our feeble Frame ^ 
 But there's a Heavenly Art t' elude the Grave, 
 And with the Heroe-Race Immortal Kindred claim. 
 
 vr 
 
t+6 Odes, &c. toVertue, 
 
 VI. 
 The Man that has his Countries Sacred Tears 
 To drop upon his Herfe, has liv'd his Day : 
 Thus, BLACKBOURN.vre Ihould leave our 
 
 Names our Heirs ^ 
 Old Time and waning Moons fweep all the reft 
 
 awav. 
 
 T O 
 
 Mr, Robert Atwood. 
 
 ■ ' ■■ ■ 
 
 THE 
 
 Kingdom of the Wife Man. 
 
 PART I. 
 
 - ■ ■ ' ... ^ 
 
 THE rifing Year beheld th' Imperious Gaul 
 Stretch hisDominion,while a hundredTowns 
 Crouch'd to the Viftor : But a fteady Soul 
 
 Stands 
 
Loyalty and FriendJJnp. 147 
 
 Stands firm on its own Bafe, and reigns as wide, 
 As Abfolute 3 and fways ten thoufand Slaves, 
 Lulls and wild Fancies with a Sovereign Hand. 
 
 We are a little Kingdom : But the Man 
 That chains his Rebel Will to Reafons Throne 
 Forms it a large one, AT WOOD, whilft his Mind 
 Makes Heaven its Council, from the Rolls above 
 Draws his own Statutes, and with Joy obeys. 
 
 Tis not a Troop of Well-appointed Guards 
 Create a Monarch, not a Purple Robe 
 Dy'din the Peoples Blood, not all the Crowns 
 Or dazling Tiafs that bend about the Head, 
 Tho' Gilt with Sun-Beams and befet with Stars, 
 A Monarch He that Conquers all his Fears 
 And treads upon them 3 when he ftandsalone 
 
 MakeshisownCamp^fourGuardian Virtue; wait 
 His Nightly Slumbers and fecure his Dream* 
 
 Now dawns the Light 5 He ranges all his Thought, 
 In fquare Battalions, bold to meet th' Attacks 
 Of Time and Chance, himfelf a numerous Holt, 
 
 L 2 All 
 
148 Odes, 5cc. to Vertue, 
 
 All Eye, all Ear, all wakeful as the Day, 
 Firm as a Rock, and movelefs as the Centre. 
 
 In vain the Harlot Pleafure fprfcads her Charms 
 To lull his Thoughts in Luxuries fair Lap 
 To fenfual Eafe, (the Bane of little Kings, 
 Monarchs whofe waxen Images of Souls 
 Are moulded into Softnefs) ftill his Mind 
 Wears its own Shape, nor can the Heavenly Form 
 Stoop to be model*d by the wild Decrees 
 Of the mad Vulgar, that unthinking Herd. 
 
 He lives above the Crowd, nor hears the Noifc 
 Of Wars and Triumphs, nor regards the Shouts 
 Of Popular Applaufe, that empty Sound, 
 Nor feels the flying Arrow of Reproach, 
 Or Spite, or Envy. In himfelf fecure, 
 Wifdom his Tower, and Confcience is his Shield, 
 His Peace all Inward, and his Joys his Own, 
 
 Now my Awbition fwells, my Wiflies foar, 
 This be my Kingdom 3 fit above the Globe 
 
 My 
 
Loyalty and Friendj!)ip 9 1 49 
 
 My 'Rifing Soul, and drefs thy felf around 
 And fhine in Virtues Armour 5 Climb the height 
 Of Wifdoms lofty Caftle, there refide 
 Safe from the Smiling and the Frowning World, 
 
 Yet once a Day drop down a gentle Look 
 On the great Molehill, and with pitying Eye 
 Survey the Bufie Emmets round the Heap 
 Crowding and Buftling in a Thoufand Forms 
 Of Strife and Toil, topurchafe Wealth and Fame, 
 A Bubble or a Dufl : Then call thy Thoughts 
 Up to thy felf to feed on Joys unknown, 
 Rid) without Gold, and Great without Renpw# ? 
 
 L 3 PART 
 
1 5© Odes, &c. to Vertue, 
 
 . .,., , *J- * - 
 
 PART.Il 
 
 O R 
 
 The Bold Stoick. 
 
 HOnour demands my Song. Forget the Ground 
 My Generous Mufe,and fit amongft the Stars 5 
 There ling the Soul, that Confcious of her Birth 
 Lives like a Native of the Vital World 
 Amongit thefe dying Clods, and bears her State 
 Juft to her felf : How nobly fhe maintains 
 Her Character, Superiour to the Flefh, 
 She weilds her Paflions like her Limbs, and knows 
 The Brutal Powers were only born t' obey. 
 
 This is the Man whom Storms could never make 
 Meanly complain, nor can a flatt ring Gale 
 Make him talk proudly : He hath no Defire 
 To read his Secret Fate 3 yet unconcerned 
 
 And 
 
Loyalty and Friendjbip. 151 
 
 And calm could meet his unborn Deftiny 
 In all |ts Charming or its Frightful Shapes. 
 
 He that unfhrinking and without a Groan 
 Bears the firft Wound may finifli all the War 
 With meer Couragious Silence, and come off 
 Conqueror :. For the Man that well conceals 
 The heavy Strokes of Fate he bears em well. 
 
 He, tho* tli Atlantick and the Midland Seas 
 With adverfe Surges meet, and rife on high 
 Sufpended 'twixt the Winds, then rulh amain 
 Mingled with Flames upon his Single Head 
 And Clouds and Stars and Thunder, he would ftand* 
 And from the lofty Caftle of his Mind 
 Sublime look down and Joyfully Survey 
 The Ruins of Creation 5 he alone 
 Heir of the Dying World : A piercing Glance 
 Shoots upwards from between his clofing Lids 
 To reach his Birth-place, then without a Sigh 
 He bids hisbatter'd Flefh lie gently down 
 Amongft its Native Rubbifh 3 while his Soul 
 
 L 4 Breatfe 
 
152 Odes, Sec. to Vertue, 
 
 Breaths and flies upward, an undoubted Gueft 
 Of the third Heaven, th' unruinable Sky. 
 
 Thither when Fate has brought Our willing Souls, 
 No matter whether 'twas a Sharp Difeafe, 
 Or a (harp Sword that help'd the Travellers on, 
 And pufh'd us to our Home. Bear up my Friend, 
 My ATTFOOD, and break thro' the Surging Brine 
 With fteddy Prow 5 Know, we fhall once arrive 
 At the fair Haven of Eternal Blifs 
 To which we e^er fleer 3 whether as Kings 
 Of wide Command we ve fpread the Spacious Sea 
 With a broad Painted Fleet, or Row'd along 
 In a thin Cockboat with a little Oar. 
 
 -There let my narrow Plank fliift me to Land 
 And 111 be happy, thus 111 leap Aftiore 
 Joyful and fearlefs on the Immortal Coaft, 
 Since all I leave is Mortal, and it muft be loft, 
 
 Free 
 
Loyalty and Friendjbip. 153 
 
 Free Philofophy. 
 
 To the much Honoured 
 
 [ Mr. Thomas Rome. 
 
 THE 
 
 Diredor of my Youthful Studies. 
 I 1 
 
 CUSTOM, that Tyrannefs of Fools, 
 That leads the Learned round the Schools 
 In Magick Chains of Forms and Rules, 
 
 My Genius ftorms her Throne : 
 No more ye Slaves with Awe profound 
 Beat the dull Track, nor dance the Round, 
 Loofe Hands, and quit th' Inchanted Ground, 
 Knowledge invites us each alone. 
 
154 Gdes 9 &c. toVertuc, 
 
 II. 
 
 I hate thefe Shackles of the Mind 
 
 Forg'd by the haughty Wife 3 
 Souls were not born to be confin'd, 
 And led like Sampfon Bound and Blind : 
 I love thy gentle Influence, ROW E, 
 
 Who only doft Advife : 
 Thy gentle Influence like the Sun 
 Only diflblves the Frozen Snow, 
 Then bids our Thoughts like Rivers flow, 
 And chufe the Channels where they run. 
 
 III. 
 Thoughts fhould be free as Fire or Wind 3 
 The Pinions of a Single Mind 
 
 Will thro' all Nature fly: 
 But who can drag up to the Poles 
 Long fetter'd Ranks of Leaden Souls ? 
 My Genius which no Chain controuls 
 Roves with Delight, or deep or high r 
 Swift I furvey the Globe around, 
 Dive to the Centre thro' the Solid Ground, 
 
 Or travel o're the Sky. 
 
Loyalty and Friendjbip. 155 
 
 To the Reverend 
 
 Mr. John Howe. 
 
 THE 
 
 Vanity of Human Cares. 
 
 1704. 
 1. 
 
 GREAT Man, permit the Mufe to climb 
 And feat her at thy Feet, 
 Bid her attempt a Thought fublime. 
 
 And confecrate her Wit. 
 I feel, I feel th' attraftive Force 
 Of thy fuperiour Soul, 
 My Chariot flies her upward Courfe, 
 
 The Wheels Divinely roll. 
 Now let me chide the mean Affairs 
 And mighty Toyl of Men : 
 
 How 
 
1 56 Odes, &c. to Vertue y 
 
 How they grow grey in trifling Cares, 
 Or waft the Motions of the Spheres 
 Upon Delights as vain ! 
 II. 
 A Puffof Honour fills the Mind, 
 And Yellow Duft is folid Good j 
 Thus like the Afs of Savage Kind 
 We fnuff the Breezes of the Wind, 
 Or (leal the Serpents Food* 
 Could all the Choirs . 
 That charm the Poles 
 But ftrike one doleful Sound, 
 'Twouldbe imploy'd to mourn our Souls, 
 Souls that were fram'd of Sprightly Fires 
 In Floods of Folly drowtfd. 
 Souls made of Glory feek a Brutal Joy, 
 
 How they difclaim their Heavenly Birth, 
 Melt their Bright Subftance down with drofTy Earth, 
 And hate to be refin'd from that impure Alloy, 
 
 III. 
 Oft has thy Genius rouz'd us hence 
 With Elevated Song, 
 
 Bid 
 
Loyalty and Friend/kip. 157 
 
 Bid us renounce this World of Sence, 
 Bid us divide th' Immortal Prize 
 
 With the Seraphick Throng : 
 " Knowledge and Love make Spirits bleft, 
 " Knowledge their Food and Love their Reft ^ 
 ButFlefh, the unmanageable Beaft, 
 Refifts the Pity of thine Eyes 
 
 And Mufick of thy Tongue. 
 Then let the Worms of groveling Mind 
 Round the fliort Joys of Earthy Kind 
 In reftlefs Windings Roam 5 
 HOWE hath an ample Orb of Soul, 
 Where Ihining Worlds of Knowledge roll. 
 Where Love the Center and the Pole 
 Compleats the Heaven at Home. 
 
 TO 
 
158 Odes, Sic. to Venue, 
 
 T O 
 
 Mr. Nicholas Clark. 
 
 January 170!. 
 
 Complaining of Vapors, 
 
 O R, 
 
 Diforders of the Head. 
 
 V l iWAS in a Vale where Ofyers grow 
 
 By murm'ring Streams we told our Woe, 
 And mingled all our Cares : 
 
 Friendfhip fat pleas'd in both our Eyes, 
 
 In both the weeping Dews arife 
 
 And drop alternate Tears. 
 
 11. 
 
L$ve and Friendjlrif. 15? 
 
 II. 
 The Vigorous Monarch of the Day- 
 How mounted half his Morning Way 
 
 Shone with a fainter Bright, 
 Still fickning and decaying ftill 
 Dimly he wanderd up the Hill 
 
 With his Expiring Light, 
 II L 
 In dark Eclipfe his Chariot roll'd, 
 The Queen of Night obfcur'd his Gold 
 
 Behind her Sable Wheels : 
 Nature grew fad to Ioofe the Day, 
 The Flow'ry Vales in Mourning lay, 
 
 In Mourning flood the Hills. 
 I IV. 
 
 Such are our Sorrows, CLARK, I cry'd, 
 Clouds of the Brain grow black, and hide 
 
 Our darkned Souls behind 3 
 In the young Morning of our Years 
 Diftempering Fogs have climb'd the Spheres, 
 
 And Choke the Lab'ring Mind. 
 
160 Odes, &c. to Vertue, 
 
 V. 
 
 Lo the Gay Planet rears his Head 
 And overlooks the Lofty Shade 
 
 New-bright'ning all the Skies : 
 But fay, Dear Partner of my Moan, 
 When will our long Eclipfe be gone, 
 
 Or when our Suns arife ? 
 VL 
 In vain are potent Herbs apply 'd, 
 Harmonious Sounds in vain have try'd 
 
 To make the Darknefs fly. 
 But Drugs would raife the Dead as fooii, 
 Or clattering Brafs relieve the Moon, 
 
 When fainting in the Sky* 
 VII. 
 Some friendly Spirit from above, 
 Born of the Light, and nurs't with Love* 
 
 Affift our feebler Fires $ 
 Force thefe Invading Glooms away $ 
 Souls fhould be feen quite thro' their Clay 
 
 Bright as your Heavenly Choirs. 
 
Loyalty and Friendfiip. 161 
 
 V1IL 
 
 But if the Fogs muft damp the Flame, 
 Gently, kind Death, diflbive our Frame, 
 
 Releafe the Prifoner-Mind : 
 Our Souls fliall mount at thy Difcharge 
 To their bright Source, and fhine at large 
 
 Nor clouded, nor confined. 
 
 UPON 
 
 The Difmal Narrative 
 
 OF T 8E 
 
 Afflidions of a Friend. 
 
 hoi. 
 I 
 
 NOW kt my Cares all buried lie, 
 My Griefs for ever Dumb : 
 Your Sorrows fwell my Heart fo high 
 They leave my own no Room* 
 
 R* fl; 
 
jo* Odes, &c. toVertue, 
 
 II. 
 Sicknefs and Pains are quite forgot, 
 
 The Spleen itfelf is gone, 
 Plung'd in your Woes I feel them not, 
 
 Or feel them all in One. 
 
 Ill 
 Infinite Grief puts Senfe to flight, 
 
 And all the Soul invades : 
 So the broad Gloom of fpreading Night 
 
 Devours the Evening Shades. 
 
 IV. 
 Thus am I born to be Unbleft ! 
 
 This Sympathy of Woe 
 Drives my own Tyrants from my Breaft 
 
 T' admit a Forreign Foe, 
 
 V. 
 Sorrows in long Succeflion reign 5 
 
 Their Iron Rod I feel, 
 Friendlhip has only chang'd the Chain, 
 
 But Tme the Pris'ner ftill. 
 
Loyaky and Friend/hip. 16$ 
 
 Why was this Life for Mifery made > 
 
 Or why drawn out fo long ? 
 Is there no room amongft the Dead? 
 
 Or is a Wretch too Young ? 
 
 Move fafter on, Great Nature's Whee!^ 
 
 Be kind, ye rolling Powers, 
 *Hurl my Days headlong down the Hill 
 
 (With undiftinguifht Hours. 
 VIII. 
 Be dusky all my rifing Sun?, 
 
 Nor fmile upon a Slave : 
 Darknefs and Death, make haft at once 
 To hide me in the Grave, 
 
 .' ., 
 
 M % THE 
 
m 164 Odes, Sec. to Venue , 
 
 THE 
 
 REVERSE; 
 
 O N T HE 
 
 View of fome of my Friends re- 
 maining Comforts. 
 
 1. 
 
 THUS Nature tun'd her Mournful Tongue, 
 Till Grace lift up her Head, 
 Reversdthe Sorrow and theSong^ 
 And fmiling thus flie faid. 
 
 II. 
 Were kindred Spirits born for Cares ? 
 
 Muft every Grief be mine? # 
 Is there a Sympathy in Tears, 
 And Joys refufe to Joyn > 
 
 III. 
 
Loyalty and Friendjbip. 16$ 
 
 III. 
 
 Forbid it He&v'n, and raife my Love, 
 
 And make our Joys the fame : 
 So Biifs and Friendfhip joyrfd above 
 
 Mix an Immortal Flame. 
 
 IV. 
 Sorrows are foft in vaft Delight 
 
 That Brightens all the Soul, 
 As Deluges of dawning Light 
 
 O rewhelm the Dusky Pole. 
 
 V. 
 Pleafures in long Succeflion reign 
 
 And all my Powers Imploy : 
 Friendfhip but Ihifts the pleafing Scene, 
 
 And frelli repeats the Joy. #* 
 
 VI. 
 Life has a foft and filver Thread, 
 
 Nor is it drawn too long, 
 Yet when my vafter Hopes perfwade 
 
 Tme willing to be gone. 
 
 M 3 VU 
 
%66 Odes, '&c. to fertue y 
 
 VII. 
 Faft as ye pleafe roll down the Hill, 
 
 And haft away, my Years 3 
 Or I can wait my Fathers Will, 
 
 And dwell beneath the Spheres, 
 VIIL 
 Rife glorious every future Sun, 
 
 And bright be all my Days, 
 Till Death that brighteft Moment come 
 
 With well-diftinguifh't Rays, 
 
 TO 
 
Loyalty and Friend/hip. i6y 
 
 To the Right Honourable 
 
 J O HN Lord CUTTS. 
 
 [At the Siege of Namuje/] 
 
 The Hardy Soldier. 
 
 L 
 
 " /^\ Why is Man fo though tlefs grown > 
 " \^J- Why guilty Souls in haft to dye ? 
 " Vent'ring the Leap to Worlds unknown, 
 " And heedlefs to the Battel fly ? 
 
 II. 
 " Are Lives but worth a Soldiers Pay ? 
 " Why will ye joynfuch wide Extreams? 
 " Andftake Immortal Souls in play 
 2 At defperateGhance and Bloody Games > 
 
 M 4 II L 
 
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 168 Odes, Sec. to Vertue, 
 
 III 
 
 <c Valour's a nobler Turn of Thought, 
 Whofe pardon'd Guilt forbids her Fears : 
 Calmly Ihe meets the deadly Shot 
 Secure of Life above the Stars. 
 
 IV. 
 But Frenzy dares Eternal Fate, 
 " And fpurr d with Honour's Airy Dream? 
 Ci Flies to Attack th* Infernal Gate, 
 <c And force a Paflage to the Flames. 
 
 V. 
 Thus hov ring o're NAMVR IA's Plains 
 Sung Heavenly Love mQabrieH form : 
 Young THR ASO felt the moving Strains, 
 And Vow'd to pray before the Storm. 
 
 VI. 
 Anon the Thundring Trumpet calls, 
 " My Vows be damn'd, the Hero cl-ys, 
 Then Swears by Heav'n, and Scales the Walls, 
 Drops in the Ditch, defpairs, and dies. 
 
 Againft 
 
Ltiyahy and FriendJIrip. 169 
 
 Againft Tears. 
 
 The beginning of Ode 23. Book 4. of Cafimire 
 Imitated. 
 
 Si 9 qua fieri mala, h/gubres 
 Auferrent Oculi, &c. 
 
 T O 
 
 Mrs. B. Bendifh. 
 
 MADAM, I. 
 
 COULD you perfwade me Tears were Good 
 To wafti our Mortal Cares away, 
 Thefe Eyes of mine fliould weep a Flood, 
 And Stream into a Briny Sea. 
 
 1 1. 
 
 Or if thefe Orbs are hard and dry, 
 (Thefe Orbs that never ufe to Rain) 
 Fde part with all Pme worth to buy 
 One Sovereign Drop for all my Pain. 
 
 Ill 
 
i jo. , Odes, &c. toVertue, 
 
 III. 
 Were both the Golden Indies mine, 
 Tde giveJboth Indies for a Tear 5 
 I'de Barter all but what's Divine, 
 Nor fhould I tjiink the Bargain Dear. 
 
 IV. 
 But Tears, alas, are trifling Things, 
 They rather feed than heal our Woe 5 
 From trickling Eyes new Sorrow fprings, 
 As Weeds in Rainy Seafons grow. 
 
 V. 
 Thus Weeping urges Weeping on ^ 
 In vain our Miferieshope Relief, 
 For one Drop calls another down, 
 Till we are drown'd in Seas of Grief. 
 
 VI. 
 Then let your (beaming Tears be (laid, 
 Wear Native Courage on your Face : 
 Thefe Vulgar Things were never made 
 For Souls of a Superior Race. 
 
Loyalty- and FriendJIrip. i/x 
 
 VII. 
 
 m 'tis a Thorny Path you go, 
 SAnd thoufand Foes your Steps furround, 
 *Stamp the Thorns down, Charge thro' the Foe : 
 *The Hardeft Fight is Higheft Crown d. 
 
 ! A Word of Warning, 
 
 O R 
 
 Few Happy Marriages. 
 
 Augufi 1701. 
 
 L 
 
 SAY, Mighty Love, and teach my Song 
 To whom thy Sweeteft Joys belong, 
 And who the Happy Pairs 
 Whofe Yielding Hearts and Joyning Hands 
 Find BMings t willed with their Bands 
 To foften all their Cares 
 
 U 
 
y j2 Odes, &c. toVertue, 
 
 II. 
 Not the Wild Herd of Nymphs and Swains 
 That thoughtlefs fly into the Chains 
 
 As Cuflom leads the way : 
 If there be Blifs without Defign, 
 Ivys and Oaks may grow and twine, 
 
 And be as Bleft as they, 
 III. 
 Not Sordid Souls, whofe Earthy Mould 
 Drawn by Congenial Charms of Gold 
 
 To dull Embraces move : 
 So two Rich Mountains of Peru 
 May rufh to Wealthy Marriage too, 
 
 And make a World of Love. 
 IV. 
 Not the Mad Tribe that Hell infpires 
 With Wanton Flames 3 thofe raging Fires 
 
 The Purer Blifs deftroy : 
 On JEtna's top let Furies Wed, 
 And Sheets of Lightning drefs the Bed 
 
 P improve the Burning Joy, 
 
Loyalty and Friendfrij). 173 
 
 V. 
 Nor the Dull Pairs whofe Marble Forms 
 None of the melting Paflions warms, 
 
 Can mingle Hearts and Hands :' 
 Logs of green Wood that quench the Coals 
 Are Married juft like Stoick Souls, 
 
 With Ofyers for their Bands. 
 VI. 
 Not Minds of Melancholy Strain 
 Still Silent, or that ftill Complain, 
 
 Can the dear Bondage blefs : 
 As well may Heavenly Conforts fpring 
 From two old Lutes with ne're a String, 
 
 Or none befides the Bafs. 
 J VII. 
 
 Nor can the foft Enchantments hold 
 Two Jarring Souls of Angry Mould, 
 
 The Rugged, and the Keen : 
 Sampfons young Foxes might as well 
 In Bonds of Cheerful Wedlock dwell 
 
 With Fire-brands ty'd between.- 
 
 VIII. 
 
1 74 Ode?, <5cc. to Vertue, 
 
 VIII. 
 Nor let the Cruel Fetters bind 
 A Gentle to a Savage Mind $ 
 
 For Love abhors the Sight : 
 Loofe the fierce Tyger from the Deer, 
 For native Rage 'and native Fear 
 
 Stand and forbid Delight. 
 IX. 
 Two Kindeft Souls alone mutt meet 3 
 !Tis Friendfhip makes the Bondage fweet, 
 
 And feeds their mutual Loves : 
 Bright Venus on her Rolling Throne 
 Is drawn by gentleft Birds alone, 
 
 And Cupids Yoke the Doves. 
 
Love and Friend/Irip* f/5 
 
 T O 
 
 [ Mr. Henry Bendijb. 
 
 Augufi 24. 1705. 
 
 Dear SIR, 
 
 THE following Song was yours vohen firft com- 
 pos d : The Mufe then described the general 
 Fate of Mankind, that is, to be Ill-match 'd: And 
 ww fie rejoyces that you have efcaped the common 
 Mijchief, and that your Soul has found its own M^ate* 
 Let this Ode then Congratulate you Both : Grow mu- 
 tually in more compleat Likenefs and Love ^ Perfe- 
 vere and be Happy : Accept from the Prefs what the 
 Pen more privately infcribed to you. 
 
 The 
 
176 Odes y Sec, to VertuCj 
 
 - i ■ M ■ 
 
 The Indian Philofopher. 
 
 OR 
 
 Matches made Above * 
 
 But Broke in coming down. 
 
 September 3. 1701. 
 
 I. 
 
 WHY Ihould our Joys transform to Pain > 
 Why gentle Hymens Silken Chain 
 A Plague of Iron prove > 
 BENDISH, 'tisftrange the Charm that binds' 
 Millions of Hands fhould leave their Minds 
 At fuch a loofcfrom Love. ' 
 II. 
 In vain I fought the wondrous Caufe, 
 Rang'd the wide Fields of Natures Laws, 
 And urg'd the Schools in vain j 
 
 Theii 
 
Loyalty and Friendjlrip. 177 
 
 Then deep In Thought, within my Breaft 
 My Soiil retifc'd, and Slumber dreft 
 A bright Inftruftive Scene, 
 III. 
 O're the broad Lands and 'crofs the Tide 
 On Fancies Airy Horfe I ride, 
 
 (Sweet Raptiire of the Mind) 
 
 Till on the Banks of Ganges Flood 
 In a tall Ancient Grove I Hood 
 For Sacred Ufe defign'd; 
 IV. 
 Hard by a Venerable Prieft 
 Risn with his God the Sun from Reft 
 
 Awoke his Morning-Song 5 
 Thrice he conjur'd the Murm'ring Stream 5 
 The Birth of Souls was all his Theme, 
 And half Divine his Tongue; 
 V. 
 et He Sang iti Eternal rolling Flame; 
 * u That Vital Mafs, that ftill the faitle 
 ** Does all our Minds compoft 5 
 
 N ** But 
 
« 
 
 u 
 
 178 Odes, &a to Virtue, 
 
 " But fliap'd in twice ten thoufand Frames, 
 " Thence differing Souls of differing Names, 
 " And Jarring Tempers rofe. 
 VI. 
 " The mighty Power that form'd the Mind 
 One Mould for every Two defign d, 
 *» " And blefs'd the New-born Pair : 
 This be a Match for This, he faid, 
 u Then down he fent the Souls he made 
 " To feek them' Bodies here : 
 VII. 
 <c But parting from their warm Abode 
 " They loft their Fellows on the Road, 
 
 a And never joyn'd their Hands : 
 " Ah cruel Chance, and crofling Fates ! 
 11 Our Eajlern Souls have dropt their. Mates 
 " On Europes Barbarous Lands. 
 VIII. 
 " Happy the Youth that finds the Bride 
 " Whofe Birth is to his own ally'd, 
 " The Sweeteft Joy of Life ; 
 
 u 
 
Loyalty and Friendjhip. {79 
 
 " But Oh the Crowds of Wretched Souls 
 *' Fetter'dto Minds of different Moulds, 
 
 " And chain'd » Eternal Strife ! 
 IX. 
 Thus Sang the wondrous Indian Bard, 
 My Soul with vaft Attention heard, 
 
 While Ganges ceas'd to flow : 
 u Sure then, I cry'd, might I but fee 
 " That gentle Nymph that twfnn'd with me, 
 
 u I may be Happy too. 
 X. 
 " Some Courteous Angel tell me where, 
 " What diftant Lands this unknown Fait 
 
 * Or diff an: Seas detain > 
 " Swift as the Wheel of Nature rolls 
 c I'de fly to meet and mingle Souls, 
 
 " And wear the Joyful Chain, 
 
 N 2 t (y 
 
i8@ Odes, &c. to Vertue, 
 
 ,1111 - ' /..-, _t— - - ■ > I ni 
 
 T O 
 
 David Pol hi 11 Efq; 
 
 i i ■ - i m •• ■!■■ ■ ■ i - ■ ■ 
 
 An Epiftle. 
 
 Dece?nb 1702. 
 
 I. 
 
 LET ufelefs Souls to Woods retreat, 
 PO LHI LL fhould leave a Country Seat 
 WhenVertue bids him dare be Great. 
 
 II. 
 Nor Kent, nor Suffex fhould have Charms 
 While Liberty with Loud Alarms 
 Calls you to Counfels and to Arms. 
 
 III. 
 Lewi s by his own Slaves Ador'd 
 Bids you receive a Bafe-born Lord : 
 Awake your Cares ! Awake your Sword ! 
 
 IV. 
 
Loyalty and Friendjbip. *8i 
 
 IV. 
 Young Tory Votes to Rule the People 
 By High-Church ^ Can you Swear and Tipple, 
 And fetch Commiffions from the Steeple > 
 
 V. 
 Thy Grandfire-fhades with Jealous Eye 
 Frown down to fee their Offspring lie 
 Carelefs, and let their Country die, 
 
 VI. 
 If Trevia fear to let you (land 
 Againft the Gaul with Spear in Hand, 
 At leaft Petition for the Land, 
 
 N 3 TQ 
 
1 82 Odes, die. to Vertue, 
 
 T O 
 
 David Polhill Efq; 
 
 s 
 
 AN 
 
 Anfwer to an Infamous SATYR, 
 
 pALL'D, 
 
 Advice to a Painter ', 
 
 Written chiefly againft 
 
 King WILLIAM III. 
 
 Of Glorious Memory. 
 
 1697. 
 
 PART I. 
 
 AND lnuft the Hero that redcem'd our Land 
 Here in the Front of Vice and Scandal ftand > 
 The Man of Wondrous Soul, that Scorn'd his Eafe 
 Tempting the Winters and the faithlefs Seas, 
 
 And 
 
Loyalty and Friindjlrip. 1S3 
 
 And paid an Annual Tribute of his Life 
 To guard his England from the Info Knife 
 And crufh the French Dragoon? Mud WIL- 
 LIAM'S Name 
 That brighter!: Star that gilds the Wings of Fame, 
 W I L LI A M the Brave, the Pious, and the Juft 
 Adorn thefe gloomy Scenes of Tyranny and Lull ? 
 
 POLHILL, my Blood's a Fire, my Spirits flame 5 
 Vengeance and Darknefs on the Poets Name : 
 Why fmoak the Skies not ? Why no Thunders roll ? 
 Nor kindling Lightnings blaft his guilty Soul ? 
 Audacious Wretch ! to ftab a Monarch's Fame, 
 And fire his Subjeds with a Rebel -Flame, 
 To call the Painter to his Black Defigns 
 To draw our Guardian s Face in Hellifli Lines : 
 Painter beware ! the Monarch can be fliown 
 Under no Shape but Angels or his own, 
 GABRIEL or WILLIAM on the Erittijh Throne. 
 
 Oh ! could my Thoughts but grafp the vaft Defign, 
 And Words with Infinite Ideas joyn, 
 
 N 4 I'd* 
 
184 Odes, See. to Vertue, 
 
 Pde roufe Apelles from his Iron Sleep, 
 And bid him trace the Warriour o're the Deep : 
 Trace him Apelles, o're the Belgian Plate, 
 Fierce, how he climbs the Mountains of the Slain 
 Scattering Juft Vengeance thro' the Red Campaign. 
 Then dafh the Canvas with a flying Stroke 
 Till it be loft in Clouds of Fire and Smoak, 
 / nd fay, 'Twas thus the Conqueror thro* the Squa- 
 drons broke, 
 Mark him again emerging from the Cloud 
 Far from his Troops 3 there like a Rock he flood 
 His Countries Single Barrier in a Sea of Blood. 
 Calmly he leaves the Pleafures of a Throne, ^ 
 
 And his MARIA Weeping ^ whilft alone ? \ 
 He wards the Fate of Nations,and provokes his own: j 
 But Heav'n fecures its Champion 5 o're the Field 
 Paint hov'ring Angels 5 tho' they fly conceafd, 
 Each intercepts a Death, and wears it on his Shield.^ 
 
 Now, noble Pencil ; lead him to our Ifle, 
 Mark how the Skies with Joyful Luftre fmiie, 
 
 Then 
 
Loyalty and FrUndjbip. 185 
 
 Then imitate the Glory j on the Strand 
 Spread half the Nation longing till he Land. 
 Wafh off the Blood, and take a peaceful Teint, 
 All Red the Warriour, White the Ruler paint, 
 Abroad a Hero, and at Home a Saint. 
 Throne him on high upon a fhining Seat, 
 Luft and Prophanenefs dying at his Feet, 
 While round his Head the Lawrel and the Olive 
 
 meet, 
 
 The Crowns of War and Peace 5 and may they blow 
 With Flow'ry Bleffings ever on his Brow. 
 At his right Hand pile all the EvgliJJ) Laws 
 In Sacred Volumes 5 thence the Monarch draws 
 
 His Wife and Juft Commands 
 
 Rife ye Old Sages of the Brittijb Ifle, 
 
 On the fair Tablet caft a reverend Smile 
 
 And blefs the Peice 5 thefe Statutes are your own, 
 
 That fway the Cottage, and dired: the Throne •, 
 
 People and Prince are one mWlL LIAM'sNzme, 
 
 Their Joys, their Dangers, and their Laws the fame. 
 
 Let 
 
186 Odes, die. toVertxte, 
 
 Let Liberty and Right with Plumes difplay'd 
 Clap their glad Wings around their Guardian's 
 
 Head, 
 Religion o're the reft her Starry Pinions fpread. 
 Religion guards him 3 round the Imperial Queen, 
 Place waiting Vermes, each of Heav'nly Mien 3 
 Learn their bright Air, and paint it from his Eyes, 
 The Jufr, the Bold, the Temperate, and the Wife 
 Dwell in his Looks : Majeftick, but Serene 3 
 Sweet, with no Fondnefs 3 Cheerful, but not Vain : 
 Bright without Terror 3 Great, without Difdain. 
 His Soul infpiresus what his Lips command, 
 And fpreadshis brave Example thro' the Land, 
 
 Not fo the former Reigns 3 
 
 Bend down his Ear to each aftlifted Oy, 
 
 Let Beams of Grace dart gently from his Eye 3 
 
 But the bright Treafures of his Sacred Bread 
 
 Are too Divine, too Vaft to be expreft, 
 
 Colours mud fail where Words and Numbers faint, 
 
 And leave the Hero's Heart for Thought alone to 
 
 paint. 
 
 PART 
 
Loyalty and frietidjlrip, 187 
 
 P A R T II 
 
 NOW Mufe, purfue the Satyrift again, 
 Wipe off the Blotts of his Invenom'd Pen 5 
 Hark, how he bids the Servile Painter draw 
 In monfltous Shapes the Patrons of our Law 5 
 At one flight Dafli he cancels every Name 
 From the white Rolls of Honefty and Fame : 
 This Scribbling Wretch marks all he meets for Knave, 
 Shoots fudden Bolts promifcuous at the Bafe and 
 
 Brave, 
 And with unpardonable Malice fheds 
 Poifon and Spite on undiftinguiftfd Heads. 
 Painter, forbear 5 or if thy bolder Hand 
 Dares to attempt the Villains of the Land, 
 Draw firft this Poet, like fome baleful Star 
 With filent Influence (bedding Civil War 5 
 Or Fa&ious Trumpeter, whofe Magick Sound 
 Calls off the Subjects to theHoftile Ground, 
 And fcatters Hellifli Feuds the Nation Round. 
 
 Thef 
 
i88 Odes, &c. toVertue, 
 
 Thefe are the Imps of Hell, that curfed Tribe 
 That firft create the Plague, and then the Pain de 
 fcribe. 
 
 Draw uext above, the Great Ones of our Ifle, 
 §till from the Good diftinguifliing the Vile 3 
 Seat 'em in Pomp, in Grandeur, and Command, 
 Peeling the Subjeds with a greedy Hand : ; , 
 Paint forth the Knaves that have the Nation fold, 
 And tinge their greedy Looks with fordid Gold 
 Mark what a felfifli Faftion undermines 
 The Pious Monarch's generous Defigns, 
 Spoil their own Native Larid as Vipers do, 
 Vipers that tear their Mothers Bowels. thro\ 
 Let great $A SSAW beneath a careful Crown 
 Mournful in Majefty, look gently down, 
 Mingling foft Pity with an Awful Frown : 
 He grieves to fee how long in vain he drove 
 To make usbleft, how vain his Labours prove 
 To fave the ftubborn Land he condefcends to Love. 
 
 TO 
 
Loyalty and Friendjlnp. i8f 
 
 T O T H E 
 
 Difcontented and Unquiet, 
 
 Vertue alone makes the 
 Mind Eafie. 
 
 Imitated partly from Cafimife : Book 4. Ode 15. 
 
 Nil eft y Munati, nil iterum canam 
 Mortale nil eft irmnedicabilis 
 Immune t&diy &c. 
 
 MAT) A M^ There's nothing here that's free 
 From wearifome Anxiety : 
 And the whole Round of Mortal Joys 
 With fhort poffeffion tires and cloys : 
 ,'Tis a dull Circle that we tread 
 Juft from the Window to the Bed, 
 
 We 
 
190 Odes y See. to Vertue, 
 
 We rife to fee and to be feen, 
 Gaze on the World a while, and then 
 We Yawn and Stretch to Sleep again* 
 But F A N C Y, that uneafie Gueft 
 Still holds a Lodging in our Beaft 5 
 She finds or frames Vexations ftill, 
 Her felf the greateft Plague we feel* 
 
 We take ftrange Pleafure in our Paiii, 
 And make a Mountain of a Grain, 
 Aflume the Load, and pant and fweat 
 Beneath iti Imaginary Weight. 
 With our dear felves we live at ftrife, 
 While the moft conftant Scenes of Life 
 From Peevifli Humours are not free 5 
 Still we afFeft Variety : 
 Rather than pafs an Eafie Day, 
 We Fret and Chide the Hours away, 
 Grow weary of this Rolling Sun, 
 And vex that he fliould ever run 
 The fame old Track 5 and (till, and (fill 
 Rife red behind yon Eaftern Hill, 
 
 \ 
 
Loyalty and FriendJInp, 191 
 
 And chide the Moon that darts her Light 
 Thro' the fame Cafement every Night. 
 
 We ftiift our Chambers' and our Homes 
 To dwell where Trouble never comes : 
 Sylvia has left the City Croud, 
 Againft the Court exclaims aloud, 
 Flies to the Woods 3 a Hermit-Saint ! 
 She loaths her Patches, Pins, and Paint, 
 Dear Diamonds from her Neck are torn : 
 But HUMOUR, thatEternal Thorn 
 Sticks in her Heart : She's hurry'd ftili 
 'Twixt her Wild Paffions and her Will : 
 Haunted and haggd where're (he roves 
 By purling Streams, and filent Groves, 
 Or with her Furies, or her Loves. 
 
 Then our own Native Land we hate ? 
 Too Cold, too Windy, or too Wet 3 
 Change the thick Climate, and repair 
 To France or Italy for Air j 
 
 In 
 
*9 2 Odes, &c. ioVertue, 
 
 In vain We change, in vain we fly $ 
 Go Sylvia, mount the Whirling Sky, 
 Or ride upon the Featherd Wind 3 
 In vain 3 If this Difeafecf Mind 
 Clings fall and ftill fits clofe behind. 
 Faithful Difeafe, that never fails 
 Attendance at her Ladies fide 
 Over the Defatt or the Tide 
 On rolling Wheels br flying Sails c 
 
 Happy the Soul that Vertue flioWs 
 To fix the place of her Repofe, 
 Needlefs to move 5 for (he can dwell 
 In her Old Grandfire's Hall as well. 
 VERTUE that never loves to roam. 
 But fweetly hides her felf at Home, 
 And eafy on a Native Throne 
 Of humble Turf fits gently dovVn. 
 
 Yet fhould Tumultuous Storms arife 
 And mingle Earth and Seas, and Skie9, 
 
 Shou) 
 
loyalty and Triendjlrip. 193 
 
 Should the Waves fwell, and make her roll 
 Acrofs the Line or near the Pole, 
 Still She's at Peace ^ for well She knows 
 To lanch the Stream that Du ty fhows, 
 And makes her Home wher'ere She goes. 
 Bear her, ye Seas, upon your Breaft, 
 Or waft her, Winds, from Eaft to Weft 
 On the foft Air $ She cannot find 
 A Couch fo eafie as her Mind, 
 Nor breathe a Climate half fo kind* 
 
 ******* ttmmtmmmmm l fi ~IM ||l Tf i<w < ^i«gttttiill ^ IT"- M 
 
 TO 
 
1 94 Odes, &c. toVertue,- 
 
 T O 
 
 John Hartopp Efq; 
 
 July 1700. 
 
 Youth and Pleafure tar- 
 ry not. 
 
 Cajimire, Book 1 . Ode 4. Imitated. 
 Vive jucunda metuens juventa, &c. 
 
 I. 
 
 LIVE, my Dear HARTOPP, liveto Day, 
 Nor let the Sun look down and fay, 
 " Inglorious here he lies. 
 Shake off your Eafe, and fend your Name 
 To Immortality and Fame 
 
 By ev'ry Hour that flies- 
 
 , 
 
Loyalty and Frtendfhip. i<?$ 
 
 II. 
 Youth's a foft Scene, but truft her not, 
 Her Airy Minutes fwift as Thought 
 
 Slide off the Slipp'ry Sphere 5 
 Moofts with their Months make hafty Round*, 
 The Sun has pafs d his Vernal Bounds 
 And whirls about the Year, 
 
 in. 
 
 Let Folly drefs in Green and Red, 
 And Gird her Waft with flowing Gold, 
 Cnit blufhing Rofes round her Head, 
 ftlals ! the gaudy Colours fade, 
 
 The Garment waxes old. 
 HARTOPP, mark the withering Rofe, 
 ind the pale Gold how dim it fhowsT 
 
 IV. 
 bright and lading Blifs below 
 
 Is all Romance and Dream, 
 )nly the Joys Coeleftial flow 
 
 In an Eternal Stream.' 
 The Pleafures that the Smiling Day 
 
 With large Right hand beftows, 
 
196 Odes, &Cc. to Venue \ 
 
 Falfly her Left conveys away 
 
 And fhuffles in our Woes. 
 So have I feen a Mother play 
 
 And Cheat her Silly Child, 
 She gave and took a Toy away, 
 
 The Infant cry VI, and fmii'd. 
 V. 
 Airy Chance and Iron Fate 
 Hurry and Vex our Mortal State, 
 And all the Race of Ills create 5 
 Now fiery Joy, now fullen Grief 
 Commands the Reins of Human Life, 
 
 The Wheels impetuous roll 5 
 The harneft Hours and Minutes ftrive, 
 And Days with ftretching Pinions drive 
 
 down fiercely on the Goal. 
 VI. 
 Not half fo faft the Gaily flies 
 
 Ore the Venetian Sea, 
 When Sails and Oars and laboring Skies 
 
 Contend to make her Way. 
 
Loyalty and FriendJIAp. 197 
 
 Swift Wings for all the flying Hours 
 
 The God of Time prepares, 
 They reft lie ftill yet in their Neft 
 
 And grow for future Years. 
 
 1- 1 i n ■ i i l l* 1 . " 
 T O 
 
 Thomas Gunfton Eft; 
 
 1700. 
 
 > 
 
 Happy Solitude. 
 
 — 1 m ■ ■ 1 ■ . i.i ... ... 1 ... - 1 ...... ■■ i. ' - 
 
 Cafimire Book 4. Ode 12. Imitated. 
 £>uidme latentem, &o. 
 
 THE noify World complains of me 
 That I fhouldfliun their Sight, and ffep 
 Vifits, and Crowds and Company, 
 
 O3 GVKSTOK 
 
158 Odes, &c\ to Venue, 
 
 GUNS TON, the Lark dwells in her Neft 
 
 Until (he mount the Skies 5 
 And in my Clofet I could reft 
 
 Till to the Heavens I rife. 
 II. 
 Yet they will urge, " This private Life 
 
 " Can never make you Bleft, 
 " And twenty Doors are ftill at Strife 
 " T engage you for a Gueft? 
 Friend, fhould you fee the Louvre, or Whitehall 
 Open their Royal .Gates, and call, 
 
 And wait for WA TTS to come, 
 He ha9 no Bufinefs there at all 
 
 Who finds fo much at Home. 
 III. 
 When I within my felf retreat, 
 I fhut my Doors againft the Great 5 
 My bufy Eyeballs inward roll, 
 And there with large furvey I fee 
 All the wide Theatre of Me, 
 And view the various Scenes of my retiring Soul 5 
 There I walk ore the Mazes I have trod, 
 
 While 
 
Loyalty and Frieiidjlnp. 199 
 
 While Hope and Fear are in a doubtful Strife 
 Whether this Opera of Life 
 Be ailed well to gain the Plaudit of my God, 
 
 IV. 
 There's a Day haftning, ('tis an Awful Day) 
 When the great Sovereign fhall at large review 
 
 All that we fpeak and all we do. 
 The feveral Parts we aft on this wide Stage of Clay: 
 
 Thefe he approves, and thofe he blames, 
 And Crowns perhaps a Porter 5 and a Prince he Damns. 
 O if the Judge from his tremendous Seat 
 Shall not condemn what I have done, 
 I fhall be Happy tho' unknown, 
 Nor need the gazing Rabble, nor the fhouting Street. 
 
 V. 
 I hate the Glory, Friend, that fprings 
 trom Vulgar Breath and empty Sound ^ 
 Fame mounts her upward with a Flajttring Gale 
 
 Upon her Airy Wings 
 TiU Envy Shoots, and Fame receives the Wound ^ 
 Then her flagging- "Pinions fail, 
 
 O 4 Down, 
 
2 co Odes, Sec. to Vertue, 
 
 Down Qlory falls and ftrikes the Ground 
 And breaks her batter'd Limbs. 
 Rather let me be quite conceal'd from Fame 3 
 How happy I fhould lye 
 In Sweet Obfcurity, 
 Nor the Loud World pronounce my little Name ! 
 Here I could live and dye alone 5 
 Or if Society be due 
 To keep our Taft of Pleafure new, 
 GVNSTO N, Tde live and die with you, 
 For both our Souls are one* 
 VI. 
 Here we could fit and pafs the pleafing Hour, 
 And Pity Kingdoms and their Kings, 
 And fmile at all their fhining Things, 
 Their Toys of State, and Images of Power 3 
 Vertue fhould dwell within our Seat, 
 Vertue alone could make it fweet, 
 Nor is her felf fecurebut in a clofe Retreat. 
 
 While flie withdraws from publick Praifc 
 Envy perhaps would ceafe to-niij, 
 
 Envj 
 
Loyalty and Friendfiip. 201 
 
 Envy itfelf may innocently gaze 
 At Beauty in a Vail. 
 But if (he once advance to Light, 
 Her Charms are loft/fc Envy's Sight, 
 And Vtrtue is the Mark of Univerfal Spight. 
 
 TO 
 
 John Hartopp Efq; 
 
 THE 
 
 Difdain of Senfual Joys. 
 
 1704. 
 
 HARTOPP, I love the Soul that dares 
 Tread the Temptations of his Years 
 Beneath his Youthful Feet : 
 F L E E TW D and all thy Heavenly Line 
 Look thro* the Stars, and Smile Divine 
 Upon an Heir fo Great. 
 
 Young, 
 
202 Odes, &c. to Venue, 
 
 Young HARTOPP knows this Noble Theme, 
 
 That the wild Scenes of Bufie Life, 
 
 The Noife, th* Amufements, and the Strife 
 
 Are but the Vifions of the Night, 
 
 Gay Phantoms of delufive Light, 
 
 Or a Vexatious Dream. 
 II. 
 Fielh is the vileft and the leaft 
 
 Ingredient of our Frame, 
 We're born to live above theBeaft, 
 
 Or quit the Manly Name : 
 Pleafures of Sence we leave for Boys, 
 Be fliining Duft the Mifer's Food, 
 Let Fancy feed on Fame and Noife 5 ' 
 Souls muftpurfue Diviner Joys, 
 
 And feize th* Immortal Good. 
 
 EPISTOLA, 
 
Loyalty and Friendpip. 203 
 
 EPISTOLA. 
 
 Fratri fuo diledlo R. W. 
 J. W- S. P. D. 
 
 RUrJurn tua*, Amande Frater, Accepi Liter 'as, eo- 
 dem fortafse moment quo me & ad tepervene- 
 runt } Idemque qui te fcribentem vidit Dies, meum ad 
 Epiftolare munus excitavit Calamum 5 tfon Inane eft 
 inter nos Fraternumnomen, unicus enim Spirits nos in- 
 tits animat, agitque, & Concordes in ambobus ejficit 
 motus : Utinam crefcat indies, & vigefcat mutua 
 Cbaritat 3 faxit Deus, ut amorfui noftra mcendat & 
 defwcet pefiora, tunc etenim & alternis pur a Afflict* 
 ti&flammis erga 710s invicem Diviman in modum ardebi* 
 mu5 5 Contemp!e?/iurJ ESUM noftrum, Ccelefte Mud 
 & adorandum Exemplar Cbaritatis. We eft 
 
 Qui 
 
204 Odes, &c. to Fertue, 
 
 Qui quondam seterno delapfus ab iEthere Vultus 
 Induit Humanos, ut pofTet Corpore noftras 
 Heu miferas fufferre vices 3 Sponforis obivit 
 Munia, 6c infefe Tabula maledi&a Minacis 
 Tranftulit, 6cfceleris poenas hominifque reatum. 
 
 Ecce jacet defertus humi, difFufus in herbam 
 jnteger, innocuas verfus fua fidera Palmas 
 Et placidum attollens Vulturo, nee ad ofcula Patries 
 Amplexus folitofve : Artus nudatus amiftu 
 Sidereos, 5c fponte finum patefa&us ad Iras 
 Numinis armati. " Pater, hie infige*Sagittas, 
 \* H#c, ait, iratum forbebunt Peftora Ferrum, 
 " Ablnat yEthereus mortalia Crimina Sanguis. 
 
 Dixit, 6c horrendum fremuerunt raaenia Goeli 
 Jnfenfufque Deus 3 (quern jam pofuifle paternum 
 Mufa queri vellet nomen, fed 6c ipfa fragores 
 Ad tantos pavefa&a filet,) Jam diflilit jfither, 
 Pandunturque fores, ubi duro Carcere regnat 
 IRA, 6c Poenarum Thefauros mille coercet. 
 
 •Job 4- «. 
 
 % Indc 
 
Loyalty and Fr'uxJj'bip. 205 
 
 Inde ruunt gravidi vefano Sulphure Nimbi, 
 Centuplicifquc volant contorta Volumina Fhmmas 
 In Caput imraeritum 5 diro hie fub Pondere prefTos 
 Reftat, compreflbs dumque ardens explicat artus 
 f Purpureo Veftes tin<fhe fudorc madefcunt. 
 Nee tamen infando Vindex Regina labori 
 Segnius incumbit, fed laflbs increpat Ignes 
 Acriter, & fomno languentem fufcitat * Enfem : 
 Surge, age, Divinum pete Pectus, 6c imbue facro 
 Flumine mucronem 5 Vos hinc, mea Spicula, late 
 Ferrea per totum difpergite tormina Chriftum, 
 <c Immenfum tolerare valet : Ad pondera Poense 
 <c Suflentanda hominem fuffulciet Incola Numen. 
 cl Et tu facra Decas Legum, Violata Tabella, 
 " EbibeVindiftam^ vaft2 fatiabere cade, 
 " Mortalis Culpa penfabit dedecus ingens 
 " PermiftusDeitateCruor 
 
 Sic fata, immiti contorquet Vulnera Dextri 
 Dilaniatque Sinus, Sanfti penetralia Cordis 
 Panduntur, fevis avidus Dolor involat alis, 
 
 t Lac. 22. 44. * Zee. 13. 7- 
 
 Atque 
 
2o6 Odes, &c. to Vertue, 
 Atque audax Mentera Scrutatur, & Ilia mordet 
 Interea Servator * Ovat, Viftorque Doloris 
 Eminet, Illuftri f perfufus membra Cruore, 
 Exultatque Mifer fieri 5 nam fortius ilium 
 Urget Patris honos, St non vincenda Voluptas 
 Servandi miferos Sontes. O Nobilis Ardor 
 Poenarum ! O quid non Mortalia peftora cogig 
 Durusamor? Quid non Coeleftia ? 
 
 At fnbfidat Vbaniajia, vanefcant Imagines, Nefcio 
 quo me proripuit amens Mufa 3 Volui quatuor lineas 
 pedibus afttingere, £j? Ecce ! Niimeri crefcunt in hn- 
 menfum, dumque concitato Genio laxavifr&na, Vereov 
 Tie juvenilis Impetus Theologiam Uferit, & audax ni- 
 tnis Imaginatio. Heri ad me allata eft Epiftola indi- 
 cans Matrem meliufcule fe habere ; licet Ignis febrilk 
 non prorfus deferuit mortale vjus Donncilium. Plura 
 volui, fed turgidi & crefcentes verfus .noluire plura , 
 & coarS r fount Scriptionis limites. Vale, Amice Pra- 
 ter, & inftadio pietatis & artis Medic&ftrenuus de* 
 curre. Datum a Muf&o meo Londini, xv. Kalend. 
 Febr. Anno falutis CIo IoCXClII. 
 
 - ■' — — ^—i ^— ii ii 1 1 — ^^— ■— ^— ——————— —mm~~ 
 
 * 3 Col. 1 j. ■{■ 21 Luc. 44. 
 
 TO 
 
Loyalty and Friendjbip 207 
 
 TO 
 
 Dr. JOHN SPEED 
 
 of Southampton. 
 
 An EPISTLE, 
 
 Occafion'd by his Ingenious Sa- 
 tyr on the Dijfenters, mingled 
 with his Encomium of Mr. 
 Lloyd's Paraphrafe on Solomon's 
 Song, printed in Svo. 1682. 
 
 TRUE Son of Fbosbus, Heir t" his Tuneful 
 Quill, 
 His murthering Arrows, and his healing Skill ; 
 Thy Bills his Med'cines are, his Lyre thy Song, 
 Thine Heart his Quiver, and his Bow thy Tongue : 
 
 *But 
 
qo8 Odes, &c. to Veriue, 
 
 * But here's no Python : Sooth thine Arms a while, 
 And charm thy ftately Rigor to a Smile, 
 For Schifm prevails no more 5 we love to fee 
 Our Words and Lines in Countings well agree 
 Nor do we thus'abbor Conformity} 
 Hymns may befoft andfmooth and comely Drefi 
 With humane Art, nor favour of the Beajt, 
 A Lyrick Ode fubmits to Godly Notes 5 
 Harmonious Words no more offend our Throats. 
 Nor Rbime, nor Tune, nor Sacred Senfe confines 
 The Spirit, Freedom flows in tuneful Lines, 
 And Confcience feels the Pleafure, nor complains 
 Of Impofitions, Prifons, Bonds, and Chains, 
 Whilft pure Devotion fings and ANNEiti Indul- 
 gent Reigns. 
 
 Then, Sir, Submit with Joy thine Iron Stile 
 To the foft Polifti of a gentle File 5 
 The Courteous Mufe fhines brighteft $ and 'tis fit 
 Apollo s Heir (hould deal in kinder Wit. 
 
 * Heqne fenpec arcum Tcndit Apollo. Herat, lib* *• OL f o» 
 
 SPEED 
 
Loyalty and Friendfiip. 269 
 
 SP EED to his Lute in Artful Numbers fings 
 Melodious $ till his Angry Bow he brings 
 Acrofs the Chorded Shell, and hurts the gentler 
 Strings, 
 
 Ad Reverendum Virum 
 
 Dom. Johannem Pinhorn^^ 
 
 Fidum pueritiae meae Praeceptorem. 
 
 ■ • - • ' ' ' "" 
 
 Pindarici Carminis Specimen. 1694; 
 
 ■a— — ^— — — »wbm » 1 ' ^w— 11 1 1 1 1 1 i, 1 1 1 a' 1 i n , ~ 1 1, 
 
 I. 
 
 Et te, P I NO R Iff, Mufa Trifanticd 
 Salutat, ardens difcipulam tuam 
 Grat6 fateri r Nunc Athenas, 
 Nunc Latias per amasnitates 
 Tut6 pererrans te recolit Ducem, 
 Te quondam teneros 5c Ebraia per afpera greffui 
 Duxifle fidd mahu; 
 
 P Tud 
 
•210 Odes, &c. toVertuti 
 
 Tuo patefcunt luminc Thefpii 
 
 Campi atque ad arcem Pierid<£n iter. 
 
 En altus affurgens Homerus 
 
 Arma Deofque Virofque mifcens 
 
 Occupat yEthereum Parnafli culmen : Homeri 
 
 Immenfos ftupeo Manes — 
 
 Te, Maro duke canens fylvas, te bella fonantem 
 
 Ardua, da veniam tenui venerare Camoena 5 
 
 c Tuasque accipias, Thebane Vates, 
 
 Debita Thura Lyra. 
 
 Vobis, magna Trias ! clariflima Nomina, femper 
 
 Scrinia noftra patent, & Pectora noftra patebunt, 
 
 Quum mihi eunque levemconceffeiit otia<3c horara 
 
 Divina Mofis pagina.. 
 
 II. 
 
 Tlaccus ad hanc Triadem. ponatur, at ipfe pudendas 
 
 ••■ 
 Deponat Veneres: .-Venias, fed* purus & Mom 
 
 XJt te cci/audem, dumfordes & mala hijh\i 
 
 Ablutus, Venn fine, canisxidefve. Recife 
 
 Hac lege accedant Satvra Juvenalis, amari 
 
 Terrores vitiorum. At longc caecus abcliet 
 
 J Horat. Lib. 1. Sat. <5. 
 
 Perjiiu 
 
 
Loyalty and Friendjhip. 211 
 
 Perjius, obfcurus Vates, nifilumina circum- 
 Fufaforent, Sphingifque agnigmata, Bonde, fcidifTes. 
 Grande fonans Seneca Fulmen, grandifque Cothurni 
 Pompa Sopboclei celfo ponantur eodem 
 Ordine, & ambabus fimul hos amplectar in ulnis. 
 Tuto, Poets, tuto habitabitis 
 Piftos abacos : Improba Tinea 
 Obiit, nee audet feva caftas 
 Attingere Blatta Camsenas. 
 At tu renidens foeda Epigrammatum 
 Farrago inertum, ftercoris impii 
 Sentina foetens, Martialis, 
 
 In Barathrum relegandus imum 
 Aufuge, <5c hinc tecum rapias Catullum 
 Infulse mollem, naribus, auribus 
 Ingrata caftis carmina, &improbi 
 Spurcos Najonis Amores. 
 III. 
 
 Nobilis extrema gradiens Cakdonis ab or£ 
 En Buchananus adeft. Divini Pfaltis Imago 
 Jejfiadx Salveto 5 potens feu Numinis Iras 
 Fulminibus mifcere, facro vel lumine Mentis 
 
 P 2 Fugare 
 
212 Odes, <5cc. to Fertile, 
 
 Fugare nodes, vel Cithara* fono 
 Sedare flu&us Pedoris. 
 Tu mihi hserebis comes ambulanti, 
 Tu domi aftabis focius perennis, 
 Nunc Menfe tenui fimul affidere 
 Dignabere, nunc Le&ica?. 
 Mox rfccumbentis vigilans ad aurem 
 Aureos fbadebis inire Somnos 
 Sacra fopitis fuperinferens ob- 
 
 livia curis. 
 Stet juxta * Cafimlrus, huic nee parci&s Ignem 
 Natura indulfit, nee Mufa armavit Alumnum 
 * Sarbivium rudiore LynL 
 Quanta Polonum levat aura Cygnum ! 
 f Humana linquens (en fibi devii 
 Montes recednnt) luxuriantibus 
 Spatiatur in aere pennis* 
 Seu tu forte Virum tollis ad asthera, 
 Cognatofve Thronos 6c patrium Polum 
 Vifurus confurgis ovans, 
 
 * M. Cafimirus Sirbiewski Poeta infiguis Polonus. 
 + Od. 5. Lib, 2. 
 
 Vifum 
 
Loyalty and FriendJlAp. aij 
 
 Vifum fatigas, aciemque fallis, 
 
 Dum tuum a longe ftupeo volatum 
 O non Imitabilis Ales. 
 IV. 
 
 Sarbivii ad nomen gelida incalet 
 
 Mufa, fimul totus fervefcere 
 
 Sentio, Stellatas levis induor 
 
 Alas & tollor in altum. 
 
 Jam juga Zionis radens pede 
 
 Elato inter fidera vertice 
 
 Longe defpe&o mortalia. 
 Quam juvat altifonis volitare per sethera pennis, 
 Et ridere procul fallacia Gaudia fecli 
 Terrell a* Grandia inania, 
 
 Quse mortale genus (heumale) deperit. 
 
 O Curas hominum miferas, Cano, 
 
 Et miferas nugas Diademata, 
 
 Ventofe fortis Ludibrium ! 
 En mihi fubfidunt Terrense a peclore Fasces, 
 Geflit & effbenis divinum effundere Carmen 
 Mens afflata Deo — 
 
 At vos Heroes & Anna 
 
 P X Et : 
 
214 Odes, dec. toVertue, 
 
 Et procul efte Dii, Ludicra Numina. 
 Quid mihi cum veftras pondere Lancese, 
 Pallas ! aut veftris, Dionyfe, Thyrfis > 
 EtClava, &Anguis, &Leo, St Hercules, 
 Et brutum Tonitru fiditii Patris 
 Abftate a carmine noftra. 
 V. 
 Te, Deus Omnipotens ! Te noftra fonabit Jefu 
 
 . Mufa, nee aflueto coeleftes Barbiton aufu 
 Tentabit numeros. Vafti fine limiteNumenet 
 
 Immenfum fine lege Deum numeri fine lege fonabunt. 
 
 Sed Mufam magna pollicentcm deftituit vigor, 
 Divino jubare perflringitur oculorum acies : En la- 
 bafcit pennis, tremit artubus, ruit deorfum per inane 
 SEtheris, jacet vida, obftupefcit, filet. 
 
 Ignofcas Reverende Vir vano conamini, fragmen 
 hoc rude licet & impolitum #qui boni Confutes, 8c 
 gratitudinis jam diu debits in partem reponas. 
 
 VOTU M- 
 
Loyalty and iriendjinp* 215 
 
 V O T U M. 
 
 SEU 
 
 Vita in terris beata. 
 
 A D 
 
 Virum Digniflkium 
 
 ^ohannem Hartoppium Ba- 
 ronettum. 1702; 
 
 Ei 
 
 eJRTOPPI, longo ftemmate nobilis 
 Yenaque Ingenii divite, C roges 
 Quern mea Mufa beat, 
 Hie mihi Felix ter & amplius, 
 Et fimiles fuperis annos agir 
 Qui fibi fuffciens femper adefi fib'i. 
 Hunc longe a curis mortalibus 
 Inter agros, fylvafque filentes 
 
 P 4 SB 
 
216 Odes, <5ec. toVertue, 
 
 Se Mufifque fuis tranquilly in pace fruentem 
 Sol oriens videt & recumbens. 
 II. 
 Non fuae Vulgi favor infolentis 
 (Plaufus infani vacuus popelli) 
 Mentis ad facram penetrabit arcem 
 
 Feriat licet aethera clamor. 
 Nee Gaza flammans divitis '/»*£*, 
 Nee, Tage 9 veftra fulgor Arenulas 
 Dticent ab obfeura quiete 
 Ad laquear radiantis Aufe. 
 III. 
 O fi daretur fiamina proprii 
 Tra&are fufi pollice proprio, 
 
 Atque meum mihi fingere Fatum 5 
 Candidus vitas color innocentis 
 Fila nativo decoraret Albo 
 
 Non Tyr'tct vitiata concha. 
 Non aurum, non gemma nitens, nee purpura tel 
 Intertexta forent invidiofa meas. 
 Longe a Triumphis, & fonitu Tubse 
 LongS remotos tranfigerem dies, 
 
 Abi 
 
Loyalty and Friendjlrip. 217 
 
 AbftateFafces, fplendida Vanitas, 
 Et vosabftate, Corona 
 IV. 
 Pro meo tefto cafa fit, fakbres 
 Captet Auroras, procul Urbis atro 
 Diftet a fumo, fugiatque longe 
 
 Dura Pthifis mala, dura Tuffis. 
 Difplicet Byrfa, 5c fremitu molefto 
 Turba Mercantile 5 gratius alvear 
 Demulcet aures raurmure, gratius 
 Fons falientis aqu#. 
 V. 
 Litigiofa Fori me terrent jurgia, lenes 
 Ad Sylvas properans xixofasexecror artcs 
 
 Eminus in tuto a Linguis 
 
 Blandimenta artis fimul aequus odi, 
 Valete, Cives! & amaena Fraudis 
 Verba 3 proh Mores ! & inane Sacri 
 Nomen Amici ! 
 
 VI. 
 1 Tuque, quae noftris inimica Mufis 
 Felle facratum vitias amorem, 
 
 Abi* 
 
u8 Odes, &c. toVertue, 
 
 Abfis sternum, Diva libidinis, 
 
 EtPharetratePuer! 
 Hinc hinc, Cupido, longius avola, 
 Nil mihi cum foedis, Puer, ignibus, 
 iEtherea fervent face pe&ora, 
 Sacra mihi Venus eft Urania, 
 Et juvenis Jeff&us Amor mihi* 
 
 VII. 
 Coelefte carmen (nee taceat Iyra 
 JeJJ&a) lastis auribus infonet, 
 Nee Watfianis e medullis 
 
 Ulla dies rapiet vel hora. 
 Sacri Libelli deliciae meae, 
 Et vos, Sodales, femper amabiles, 
 Nunc fimul adfitis, nunc viciflim, 
 Etfallitetaedia vitae. 
 
C 219] 
 
 A 
 
 Funeral POEM 
 
 O N 
 
 Thomas Gunfton Efq; 
 
 Prefented to 
 
 The Right Honourable 
 
 The Lady ABNEY 
 
 Lady Mayorefs of London. 
 
 July 1701. 
 
 MADAM, 
 
 HAD I been a common Mourner at the Funeral of 
 the Dear Gentleman deceased, I Jlwuld have 
 labour d after more of Art in the following 
 Comf.ojition to. fupply the defeB of Nature and to feign 
 
 a 
 
aao To the Lady ABNET 
 
 a Sorrow 5 but the uncommon Condefcenfwn of his 
 Friendjbip to Me, the Inward EJleem I pay his Me- 
 mory, and the vajl and tender Sence I have of our 
 Lofs make all the Methods of Art needlefs, wbiljl na- 
 tural Grief fupplies more than aU. 
 
 I had refolvd indeed to lament in Sighs and Silence, 
 and frequently check! d the forward Mufe when fie 
 brought ?ne Grief in lumbers, and urgd me to a tune- 
 ful Mourning 5 but the Importunity was not to be re- 
 fifted : Long Lines of Sorrow flow d in upon my Fancy 
 'ere I was aware, whilst I took many a Solitary Walk 
 in the Garden adjoyning to his Seat at Newington : 
 Isor could I free my felf from the Melancholy Idea's 
 that crowded them] elves upon me, and your Ladyfhip 
 will find throughout the Poem that the fair and unfi- 
 nijlfa Building which he had jufi raifed for himfelf 
 gave almoft all the turns of Mourning to my Thoughts, 
 for I purfue no other Topicks of Elegy then what my 
 Pajfion and my Senfes led me to. 
 
 The Poem roves as my Eyes and Thoughts did, from 
 one part of theFabrick to the other : It rifesfrom the 
 Foundation, falutes the Walls, the Doors, and the 
 Windows, drops a Tear upon the Roof, and climbs the 
 Turret that dear Retreat, where I promised my felf 
 many fweet Hours of his Converfation 5 there my Song 
 wanders amongfi the delightful SubjeBs Divine and 
 Moral which ufcd to Entertain our happy leifure, and 
 thence flings her felf down to the Fields and the. Shady 
 Walks where I jo often injoyd his pleafing Difcourje, 
 d?:d my Sorrows diffufe themjelves there without a limit : 
 
Lady Mayorefs of London. 2 2 1 
 
 / had quite forgotten what I was writing, till I correH- 
 ?ny felfand rife to the Turret again to lament that De- 
 solate Seat, and how vainly pines the Golden BaU 
 that Crowns it : Thus I have written without rule and 
 with a negligence becoming Woe unfeigned. 
 
 Had I deflgn J d a compleat Elegy on your Deareft 
 Brother and intended it for publick View, I fiould 
 have followed the ufual Forms of Poetry, fpent whole 
 Pages in the Character and Praifes of the Deceafed, 
 and thence took occafion to call Mankind to Cojnplain 
 aloud of the Universal and Unfpeakable^Lofs : But I 
 wrote meerly for my f elf as a Friend of the Dead and 
 to eafe my full Soul by breathing out my own Com-* 
 plaint : I knew his CharaSer and Vertues fo well that 
 there was no need to mention y em while I talk'd only 
 with my felf, for the Image of them was ever prefent 
 with me, which kept my Sorrow lively and my Tears 
 flowing with my Numbers. 
 
 Perhaps your Ladyflnp will expeB fome Divine 
 Thoughts and Sacred Meditations mingled with a Sub- 
 jeB fo folemn as this is : Had I formed a Deftgn of 
 offering it to your Hands I had composed a more Chri- 
 fiian Poem; But ''twas Grief purely natural for a Death 
 fo furprizing that drew all the Lines of it, and there- 
 fore my highejl Reflexions are but of a Moral Strain 5 
 Such as it is, your LadyjJrip requires a Copy of it, but 
 let it not touch your Soul too tenderly, nor renew your 
 cwn Mournings. Receive it, Madam, as a Sacrifice 
 of Love and Tears offer d at the Tomb of a Departed 
 Friend, and let it abide with you as a llitnefs of that 
 
 Affetlionatz 
 
222 To the Lady ABNET, &c. 
 
 AffeBionate RefpeB: and Honour that I bore him, all 
 which as your LadyJlrip?nofi rightful Due both by Me- 
 rit and Succeffion, is now humbly offered by 
 
 MADAM, 
 
 Yotir Ladyfliips moft Hearty 
 and Obedient Servant, 
 
 /. Watts. 
 
 TO 
 
E 223 3 
 
 T O T H E 
 Dear Memory of my Honoured Friend 
 
 Thomas Gunflon Efq_; 
 
 Who Died November 11. 1700. 
 
 When he had juft Finiih't his Seat at 
 NEfFINGTO N. 
 
 
 OF blafled Hopes and of fhort withering Joys 
 Sing Heavenly Mufe. Try thine Ethereal 
 Voice ,[*£• 
 
 In Funeral Numbers and a doleful Song $ 
 GUN ST ON the Juft, the Generous, and the Young, 
 GUNSTO N the Friend is dead. O Empty Name 
 Of Earthly jBlifs! Tis all an Airy Dream, . . [f 
 All a Vain Thought ! Our Soaring Fancies rife 
 On treacherous Wings 3 and Hopes tfcat touch the 
 Skies 
 
 Dras 
 
224 A Funeral Poem 
 
 Drag but a longer Ruine thro' the downward Atf, 
 
 And plunge the falling Joy but deeper in Defpair* 
 
 How did our Souls ftand flatter'd andprepar'd 
 To fliout him welcome to the Seat he rear'd ! 
 There the Dear Man fhould fee his Hopes Compleat, 
 Smiling and tafting every lawful Sweet 
 That Peace and Plenty brings, while numerous Years 
 Roird happy Circles round the Joyful Spheres : 
 Revolving Suns fhould fHU renew his ftrength, 
 And draw th* uncommon Thread to an unufual 
 
 Length. 
 Buthafty Fate thrufts her dread Shears between, 
 Cuts the Young Life off, and (huts up the Scene- 
 Thus Airy Pleafure dances in our Sight 
 jfrnd fpreads fair Images of Gay Delight 
 T* allure our Souls, till juft within our Arms 
 The Vifion dies, and all the painted Charms 
 Flee quick away from the purfuing Sight, 
 ^Till they are loft in Shades, and mingle with the 
 Night. 
 
 Mufe, 
 
OnT. GunftbnZs/fl 225 
 
 Mufe, ftretch thy Wings arid thy fad Journey bend 
 To the fair * Fabrick that thy Dying Friend 
 Built Namelefs : 'Twill fuggeft a thoufand things 
 Mournful arid Soft as my Urania Sings. 
 
 How did he lay the deep f Foundations ftrong, 
 Marking the Bounds, and rear the || Walls along 
 Solid and Lafting 5 there a numerous Train 
 Of Happy G U NS TO Fs might in Pleafure reign 
 While Nations perifh and long Ages run, 
 Nations unborn, and Ages unbegun : 
 Not Time it felf fhould waffe the Blefl Eftate, 
 Nor the Tenth Race rebuild the Ancient Seat : 
 How fond our Fancies are! The Founder Dies 
 Childlefs : His Sifters weep, and clofe his Eyes, 
 And wait upon his Herfe with never-ceafing Cries. 
 Lofty and Slow it moves unto the Tomb, 
 While weighty Sorrow nods on every Plume - 
 
 * The Houfc + The Foundations, [| The Wafls. 
 
226 A Funeral Poem 
 
 A Thoufand Groans his dear Remains convey- 
 To his cold Lodging in a Bed of Clay, 
 His Countries Sacred Tears well-watering all the 
 
 Way. 
 
 See the dull Wheels roll on the Sable Load, 
 But no dear Son to tread the Mournful Road, 
 And fondly kind drop his young Sorrows there, 
 The Fathers Urn bedewing with a Filial Tear. 
 O had he left us One behind to play 
 Wanton about the Painted * Hall, and fay 
 " This was my Father s, with Impatient Joy 
 In my fond Arms Tde clafp't the Smiling Boy, 
 And call'd him my Young Friend : But Awful Fate . 
 Defign d the mighty Stroke as lafting as 'twas great. 
 
 And muft this Building then, this coftly Frame 
 Stand here for Strangers? Muft fome unknown 
 
 Name 
 PoiTefs thefe f Rooms, the Labours of my Friend ? ■ 
 Why were thefe Walls raisd for this haplefsEnd ? 
 
 * Ihc Hal!. + The Rooms. 
 
 Why 
 
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 Why thefc Apartments all adorn'd fo Gay > 
 Why his rich Fancy lavilh't thus away > 
 Mufe, view the * Paintings, how the hovering Light 
 Plays o're the Colours in a wanton Flight, 
 And mingled Shades wrought in by foft Degrees 
 Give a fweet Foyl to all the Charming Piece 3 
 But Night, Eternal Night hangs black around 
 The difmal Chambers of the hollow Ground, 
 And Solid Shades unmingled round his Bed 
 Stand Hideous : Earthy Fogs embrace his Head, 
 And noyfom Vapours glide along his Face 
 Rifing perpetual. Mufe, forfake the place, 
 Flee the raw Damps of the unwholfome Clay, 
 Look to his Airy fpacious Hall, and lay 
 3ow has he chang'd it for a loathfome Cave, 
 Confin'd and Crowded in a narrow Grave ! 
 
 Tlf Unhappy Houfe looks defolate and mourns, 
 \nd every f Door groans doleful as it turns ^ 
 The Pillars languifli, and each lofty Wall 
 Stately in Grief, laments the Matter's Fall 
 
 * The Painting?, t The Doors. 
 
 a 2 In 
 
228 A Funeral Poem 
 
 In drops of Briny Dew } the Fabrick bears 
 
 His faint Refemblance and renews my .Tears, 
 
 Solid and fquare it rifes from below ^ 
 
 A Noble Air without a Gaudy Show 
 
 Reigns thro' the Model, and adorns the Whole, 
 
 Manly and Plain juft like the Builders Soul. 
 
 O how I love to view the Stately Frame, 
 That dear Memorial of the beft-lov'd Name ! 
 Then could I wifli for fome prodigious Cave 
 Vail as his Seat, and filent as his Grave, 
 Where the tall Shades ftretch to the hideous Roof, 
 Forbid the Day, and guard the Sun-beams off 5 
 Thither, my willing Feet, fhoud ye be drawn 
 At the gray Twilight, and the early Dawn$ 
 There fweetly fad fhoud my foft Minutes roll, 
 Numbringthe Sorrows of my drooping Soul. 
 But thefe are Airy Thoughts ! Sdbftantial Grief 
 Grows by thofe Obje&s that fhould yield Relief 3 
 Fond of my Woes I heave my Eyes around, 
 My Grief from every Profped: courts a Wound 3 
 
 Vie 
 
 
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 Views the green Gardens, views the Smiling Skies, 
 Still my Heart finks, and ftill my Cares arife 5 
 My wandring Feet round the dear Manfionrove, 
 And there tofooth my Sorrows I indulge my Love. 
 
 Oft have I laid the Awful Calvin by, 
 And the fweet Cowley, with Impatient Eye 
 To fee thofe Walls, pay the fad Vifit there, 
 And drop the Tribute of an hourly Tear : 
 Still I behold fome Melancholy Scene, 
 With many a Penfive Thought, and many a Sigh 
 
 between. 
 Two Days ago we took the Evening Air, 
 I, and my Grief, and my Urania there $ 
 Say, my Urania, how the Weftern Sun 
 Broke from Black Clouds, and in full Glory fhone 
 Gilding the Roof, then dropt into the Sea, 
 And fudden Night devoured the fweet remains o{ Day . 
 Thus the dear Youth juft rear'd his fhining Head 
 From Qbfcure Shades pf Life, and funk among tL 
 Dead. 
 
 The 
 
230 A funeral Poem 
 
 The rifing Sun adorn'd with all his Light 
 Smiles on thefe Walls again : But endlefs Night 
 Reigns uncontrouTd where the dear (TlINSTOtf 
 
 lies, 
 He s fet for ever, and muft never rife. 
 Then why thefe Beams, Unfeafonable Star/ 
 Thefe lightfome Smiles defcending from afar ' 
 To greet a Mourning Houfe ? In vain the Day 
 Breaks thro' the * Windows with a joyful Ray, 
 And marks a fhining Path along the Floors 
 Bounding the'Evening and the Morning Hours 3 
 In vain it bounds 'em : While vaft Emptinefs 
 And hollow Silence reigns thro* all the Place, 
 Nor heeds the cheerful change of Nature's Face. 
 Yet Natures Wheels will on without controul, 
 The Sun will rife, the tuneful Spheres will roll, 
 And the two Nightly Bears walk round and watch 
 
 the Pole. 
 
 See while 1 fpeak, high on her Sable Wheel 
 Old Night comes rolling up theEaftern Hill : 
 
 * TheWindoKi. 
 
 Troops 
 
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 Troops of dark Clouds prepare her way 5 behold, ' 
 How their brown Pinions Edg'd with Evening Gold 
 Spread Shaddowing re the Houfe, and glide away 
 Slowly purfuing the declining Day 5 
 O're the broad * Roof they fly their Circuit (till, 
 Thus Days before they did, and Days to come they 
 
 will 3 
 But the Black Cloud that Shaddows o're his Eyes 
 Hangs there immoveable, and never flies : 
 Fain would I bid the Envious Gloom be gone, } 
 Ah fruitlefs Wifli ! how are his Curtains drawn s 
 For a long Evening that defpairs the Dawn ! ) 
 
 Mufe, view the f Turret : Juft beneath the Skies 
 Lonefome it ftands, and fixes both mine Eyes 
 As it would ask a Tear. O Sacred Seat, 
 Sacred to Friendfhip ! O Divine Retreat! 
 Here did! hope my happy Hours t* employ, 
 And fed beforehand on the promised Joy, 
 When weary of the noify Town, my Friend 
 From Mortal Cares retiring fhou'd afcend 
 
 * The Roof. + The Turret. 
 
 Cl4 And 
 
233 A Funeral Poem 
 
 And lead me thither. We * alone woud fit, 
 
 Free and fecure of all Intruding Feet : 
 
 Our Thoughts fliou'd ftretch their longeft Wings 
 
 and rife, 
 Nor bound their Soarings by the lower Skies : 
 Our Tongues fhoud aim at everlafting Themes, 
 And fpeak what Mortals dare, of all the Names 
 Of Boundlefs Joys and Glories, Thrones, and Seats 
 Built high in Heaven for Souls : We'd trace the Streets 
 Of Golden Pavement, walk each happy Field, 
 And climb and taft the Fruits the fpicy Mountains 
 
 yield : 
 Then would we fwear to keep the Sacred Road, 
 And walk right upwards to the bleft Abode : 
 We'd charge our parting Spirits there to meet, 
 There Hand in Hand approach th' Almighty's Seat 5 ] 
 And bend our Heads adoring at our Maker's Feet. 
 Thus fhould we mount on bold adventrous Wing?, 
 In high Difcourfe, and dwell on Heavenly things, 
 
 * Our Cocvcrfation there 
 
 While 
 
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 While the pleas'd Hours in fweet Succeflion move, 
 And Minutes meafur d as they are above 
 By ever-circling Joys, and ever-lhining Love. 
 
 Anon our Thoughts fliould lower their lofty 
 Flight, 
 Sink by degrees, and take a pleafing Sight 
 A large round Profped of the fpreading Plain, 
 The Wealthy River, and his Winding Train, 
 The Smoaky City, and the Bufie Men. 
 How we fhould fmile to fee degenerate Worms 
 Lavifh their Lives, and fight for Airy Forms 
 Of Painted Honour, Dreams of empty found, 
 Till Envy rife, and Ihoot a fecret Wound 
 At fwelling Glory 5 ftrait the Bubble breaks, 
 And the Scenes vaniih as the Man awakes : 
 Then the tall Titles Infolent and Proud 
 Sink to the Duft, and mingle with the Crowd. 
 
 Man is a reftlefs Thing : Still vain and wild, 
 Lives beyond Sixty, nor outgrows the Child : 
 His hurrying Lufts ftill break the Sacred Bound, 
 
 To 
 
OJ4 A Funeral Poem 
 
 To feek new Pleafures on forbidden Ground, 
 And buy them all too dear. Unthinking Fool, 
 For a fhort dying Joy to fella Deathlefs Soul ! 
 ?Tis but a Grain of Sweetnefs they can Sow, 
 And reap the long fad Harveft of Immortal Woe, 
 
 Another Tribe toyl in a different Strife, 
 And banifh all the lawful Sweets of Life 
 To fweat and dig for Gold, to hoard the Oar, 
 Hide the dear Duft yet darker than before, 
 And never dare to ufe a Grain of all the Store. 
 
 Happy the Man that knows the Value juft 
 Of Earthly Things, nor is enflav'd to Duft. • 
 'Tis a rich Gift the §kies but rarely fend 
 ToFav'rite Souls. Then happy thou, my Friend, 
 For thou hadft learnt to Manage and Command 
 The Wealth that Heaven beftow'd with Liberal 
 
 Hand : 
 Hence this fair Structure rofe } and hence this Seat 
 Made to invite my not unwilling Feet 3 
 In vain 'twas made ! for We (hall never meet, 
 
 And 
 
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 And Smile, and Love, and Blefseach other here, 
 The Envious Tomb forbids thy Face t' appear, 
 Detains thee G V NSTO JVTrom my longing Eyes, 
 And all my hopes lie buried where my G V NS TO N 
 lies. 
 
 Come hither all ye tendered Souls that know 
 The heights of Fondnefs and the depths of Woe, 
 Young Mothers, who your darling Babes have found 
 Untimely Murd'red with a ghaftly Wound ^ 
 Ye frighted Nymphs, who on the Bridal Bed 
 Clafpt in your Arms your Lovers Cold and Dead, 
 Come 5 in the Pomp of all your wild Defpair 
 With flowing Eyelids and diforder'd Hair, 
 Death in your Looks 5 come mingle Grief with mc, 
 And drown your little Streams in my unbounded Sea, 
 
 You Sacred Mourners of a Nobler Mould 
 Born for a Friend, whofe dear Embraces hold 
 Beyond all Natures Ties 5 you that have known 
 Two happy Souls made intimately One, 
 
 And 
 
%^6 A funeral Poem 
 
 And felt a parting Stroke, ? tis you muft tell 
 The Smart, the Twinges, and the Racks I feel : 
 This Soul of mine that dreadful Wound has born, 
 Off from its Side its deareft Half is torn, 
 The Reft lies bleeding, and but lives to mourn. 
 Oh Infinite Diftrefs ! Such raging Grief 
 Shoud command Pity, and defpair Relief. 
 Paflion methinksfhould rife from all my Groans, 
 Give Senfe to Rocks, and Sympathy to Stones, 
 
 Ye dusky * Woods and ecchoing Hills around 
 Repeat my Cries with a perpetual Sound : 
 Be all ye flowry Vales with Thorns o'regrown, 
 Affift my Sorrows, and declare your own, 
 Alas ! your Lord is dead. The humble Plain 
 Muft ne're receive his Courteous Feet again i 
 Mourn ye gay fmiling Meadows, and be feen 
 In Wintry Robes inftead of Youthful Green : 
 And bid the f Brook that ftill runs warbling by 
 Move filent on, and weep his ufelefs Channel dry. 
 
 * The adjacent Country, f The Brook. 
 
 Hither 
 
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 Hither methinks the lowing Herds fhoud come, 
 And moaning Turtles murmur o're his Tomb : 
 The Oak ftiou'd wither, and the curling * Vine 
 Weep his Young Life out, while his Arms untwine 
 Their Amorous Folds, and mix his Bleeding Soul 
 
 with mine. 
 
 Ye (lately Elms in your long Order mourn, 
 Strip off your Pride to drefs your Matters Urn : 
 Here gently drop your Leaves inftead of Tears 5 
 Ye Elms, the Reverend Growth of Ancient Years, 
 Stand tall and naked to the Bluftring Rage 
 Of the mad Winds *, thus it becomes your Age 
 To {how your Sorrows. Often ye have feen 
 Our Heads reclin'd upon the fifing Green • 
 Beneath your Sacred Shade diffus'd "we lay, 
 Here FriendJIrip reign d with an unbounded fway i 
 Hither our Souls their conftant OfF'rings brought, 
 The Burthens of the Breaft, and Labours of the 
 
 Thought 5 
 Our opening Bofoms on the Confcious Ground 
 Spread all the Sorrows, all the Joys we found, 
 
 1 ■ ■ ■ ■ I ■ III 1 —— — I III ■ I I ■■ ■ M 
 
 * Th« Treei. 
 
 And 
 
238 A Funeral Poem 
 
 And mingled every Care 5 nor was it known 
 
 Which of the Pains or Pleafures were our own 5 
 
 Then with an equal Hand and honeft Soul 
 
 We fhare the Heap 5 yet both poifefs the Whole, 
 
 And all thePaflions there thro' both^urBofoms roll. 
 
 By turns We Comfort, and by turns Complain, 
 
 And Bear and Eafe by turns the Sympathy of Pain. 
 
 Friendjbip ! My fterious Thing,what Magick Powers 
 Support thy Sway, and charm thefe Minds of ours ? 
 Bound to thy Foot we boaft our Birth-right ftill, 
 And dream of Freedom when we've loft our Will, 
 And changd away our Souls : At thy Command 
 We fnatch new Miferies from a Foreign Hand 
 To call them ouis, and thoughtlefs of our Eafe 
 Plague the dear Self that we were born to pleafe. 
 Thou Tyrannefs of Minds, whofe Cruel Throne 
 Heaps on poor Mortals Sorrows not their own 3 
 As tho* our Mother Nature cou'd no more 
 Find Woes fufficient for each Son flie bore, 
 Friendfliip divides the Shares, and lengthens out 
 the Store. 
 
 Yet 
 
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 Yet are we fond of thine Imperious Reign, 
 Proud of the Slavery, wanton in our Pain, 
 And chide the courteous Hand when Death diflblves 
 the Chain. 
 
 Vertue, forgive the Thought ! The raving Mufe 
 Wild and defpairing knows not what fhe does, 
 Grows mad in Grief, and in her Savage Hours 
 Affronts the Name fhe Loves and fhe adores. 
 She is thy Votarefs too $ and at thy Shrine 
 O Sacred FriendJInp ! offer'd Songs Divine 
 While GUNS TON liv'd, and both our Soul§ 
 
 were thine. 
 
 Here to thefe Shades at foleran Hours we came 
 To pay Devotion with a mutual Flame, 
 And roird in Pleafures, while the Evening Breeze 
 Fann'd the Leaves gently, fporting thro' the Trees, 
 And the declining Sun with floping Wheels 
 Rolfd down the Golden Day behind the Weftern 
 Hills. 
 
 Mourn 
 
^4° A Funtral Poem 
 
 Mourn ye young * Gardens, ye unfinifh't Gates, 
 Ye Green Inclbfuresand ye growing Sweets, 
 Lament, for ye our Midnight Hours have known, 
 And watch'd us walking by the filent Moon 
 In Conference Divine, while Heavenly Fire 
 Kindling our Breafts did all our Thoughts irifpire 
 With Joys almoft Immortal $ then our Zeal 
 BIaz d and burnt high to reach th' Ethereal Hill, 
 And Love refin'd like that above the Poles 
 Threw both our Arms round one another^ Souls 
 In Rapture and Embraces. Oh forbear, 
 Forbear, my Song ! this is too much to hear, 
 Too dreadful to repeat 5 fuch Joys as thefe 
 Fled from the Earth for ever ! 
 
 Oh for a general Grief! let all things lhare 
 Our Woes that knew our Loves . The Neighbour- 
 ing f Air 
 Let it be laden with Immortal Sighs, 
 
 And tell the Gales, that every Breath that flies 
 
 ^ --■•-- - ■ - ■■ — -— *■ — m 
 
 * The Gardens* + The Air. 
 
 Over 
 
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 Over thefe Field^fhoud murmur and complain, 
 And kifs the fading Graft, and propagate the Pain. 
 Weep all ye Buildings, and ye * Groves around 
 Forever Weep, This is an endlefs Wound 
 Vaft and Incurable. Ye Buildings knetf 
 His Silver Tongue, ye Groves have heard it too : 
 At that dear Sound no more fliall ye rejoyce, 
 And I no more muft hear the Charming Voice, 
 Wo to my drooping Soul ! that Heavenly Breath 
 That could fpeak Life lies now congeal'd in Death j 
 While on his folded Lips all Cold and Pale 
 Eternal Chains and heavy filence dwell. 
 
 Yet my fond Hope would hear him fpeak again 5 
 Once more at leaft, one gentle Word 5 and then 
 GEftfSTOtf aloud I call: In vain I cry 
 GUNSTO tf aloud b for he muft ne'rereply. 
 In vaitj I mourn, and drop thefe Funeral Tears, 
 Death and the Grave have neither Eyes nor Ears i 
 
 * The Qrovci. 
 
 R Wandring 
 
242 A Funeral Poem 
 
 Wandring I tune my Sorrows to the Groves, 
 
 And vent my fwelling Griefs, and tell the Winds our 
 
 Loves 5 
 While the dear Youth Sleeps faft and hears em not - 
 He has forgot me : In the lonefome Vault 
 Mindlefs of W A TT S and Friendfhip there he lies 
 Deaf and Unthinking Clay. 
 
 But whither am I led ? This Artlefs Grief % 
 Hurries the Mufe on obftinate and deaf 
 To all the nicer Rules, and bears her down 
 From the tall Fabrick to the Neighbouring Ground : 
 The pleafing Hours and the dear Moments paft 
 In thefe fweet Fields reviving on my Taft 
 Snatch me away refiftlefs with Impetuous haft. 
 Spread thy ftrong Pinions once again my Song, 
 And reach the y Turret thou haft left fo long : 
 Ore the wide Roof its lofty Head it rears, 
 Waiting for our Converfe $ but only hears 
 The noifie Tumults of the Realms on high 3 
 
 The Winds falute it Whiffling as they fly, 
 
 --■*■- 
 
 * The Turret. 
 
 Or 
 
 aft > 
 
On T. Gunfton Efq$ 243 
 
 Or jarring round the Windpws $ Rattling Shdwers 
 Lafii the fair Sides, above loud Thunder roars, 
 But ftill the Matter Sleeps 5 nor hears the Voice 
 Of Sacred Friendfhip, nor the Tempefts noife : 
 An Iron Slumber fits on every Sence, 
 In vain the Heavenly Thunders ftrive to rouze it 
 thence. 
 
 One Labour more, my Mufe,the Golden * Sphere 
 Seems to demand: See thro 5 the Dusky Air 
 Downward it fhines upon the rifing Moon, 
 And as (he labours up to reach her Noon, 
 The Ball purfues her Orb with flreaming Light, 
 And (hoots k Golden Day oh the Pale Queen of 
 
 Night : 
 But not one Beam can reaich the daxkfome Grave, 
 Or pierce the folid Gloom that fills the Cave 
 Where G UNS TO $f dwells in Death. My waking 
 
 Eyes 
 Saw the laft Midnight reigning o ? re the Skies, 
 
 * The Gof&tf *atK 
 
 ft J hid 
 
 
244 ^ Funeral Poem 
 
 And Old Bootes drove his fliining Carr 
 Thro' the Midheaven : Behold the Glittering Sphere 
 Bright as a Burning Meteor born on high, 
 Or fome new Comet glaring thro 1 the Sky 
 It flam'd and mingled with the larger Stars 5 
 In vain (faid I) the Golden Comet Glares, 
 In vain it ftands 5 while with a difmal Fall 
 He funk beneath the Ground that rais'd the Lofty 
 Ball. 
 
 Now let me call the Joyful Day to mind 3 
 Twas a fair Morning 5 andtheBluftring Wind 
 Slept in its peaceful Caverns, while he came 
 Gazing and pleas d to fee the Noble Frame 
 Crown d with that {hining Orb. * Stand there, he 
 
 cc cries, 
 " Thou little Emblem of the boundlefs Skies 
 " Whither my Soul with fiery Paflion tends 5 
 The Emblem ftands 3 and tells furviving Friends 
 Of the bright Palace and the Golden Throne 
 Where the Dear GUNSTONs better part is 
 gone: 
 
 His 
 
On T. Gunfton Ef& 245 
 
 His eager Thoughts bent on their fhinlflg way 
 Let the Clay drop to mingle with the Clay , 
 But his great Soul beyond the Stars is fled : 
 Then why, my Heart, why fhould we Mourn him 
 
 Dead? 
 Strangely, my Thoughts, ye let-this cozening Grief 
 With a falfe Name impofe on your Belief: 
 It faw the Flelh fink down with clofing Eyes 
 To the cold Earth, and cry VI, 'tis QUNSTO N\ 
 
 Dies : 
 Miftaken Grief ! to call the Flefh the Friend ! 
 The Heavenly Court faw the Bright Youth afcend, 1 
 Flew to embrace him with Immortal Love, 
 And fung his Welcome to the Seats above. 
 The Building firm, and all the Manfions bright, 
 The Roof high-Vaulted with /Ethereal Light : 
 Baauty and Strength on the tall Bulwarks Sate 
 In Heavenly Diamond : And for every Gate 
 On Golden Hinges abroad Ruby turns, 
 Guards off the Foe, and as it moves it burns. 
 Millions of Glories Reign thro* every part 5 
 Infinite Power and Uncreated Art 
 
 R 3 Stand 
 
 i 
 
7\6 A Funeral Poem, &c. 
 
 Stand here difplay'd, and to the Stranger fhow 
 How it out-Qikies the Nobleft Seats below 5 
 The Stranger juft look'd down 3 and Smii'd upon' 
 em too. 
 
 Come, my Urania> leave the doleful Strain, 
 Let Heavenly Notes refume their Joys again 5 
 In Everlafting Numbers fing, and %, 
 " GUN ST ON the Friend lives ftill, and wipe 
 pur Tears away. 
 
 AN 
 
I H7 ] 
 
 A N 
 
 ELEGY 
 
 O N T H E 
 
 Reverend Mr. Tho. Gouge. 
 
 T O 
 
 Mr. Arthur Shalktt Mer- 
 chant. 
 
 Worthy SIR, 
 
 THE SubjeB of the following Elegy was high 
 in your EJleem and enjoy d a large jhare of 
 your AffeBions. Scarce 'doth his Memory need 
 the Affiftance of the Mufe to make it perpetual, 
 
 R 4 But 
 
 
248 To Mr. Arthur Shallet. 
 
 But when She can M once pay her Honours to the 
 Venerable Dead, and by this Addrefs acknowledge the 
 Favours She has received from the Living, 'tis a dou- 
 ble Pleafure to 
 
 S IR, 
 
 Your obliged humble Servant, 
 
 T O 
 
C 249 ] 
 
 TO THE 
 
 ME M OR Y 
 
 OF THE 
 
 Reverend Mr. Tho. Gouge, 
 
 Who Died January 8. 1% 
 
 I. 
 
 YE Virgin Souls, whofe Sweet Complaint 
 Could teach * Euphrates not to flow, 
 Could f Sioris Ruine fo Divinely Paint 
 Arrayd in Beauty and in Woe 5 
 Awake, ye Virgin Souls, to mourn, 
 And with your Tuneful Sorrows drefs a Prophet's 
 Urn. 
 
 • Pfaim Cxxxvii. f Lam; I. 2, 3. 
 
35o An Elegiac Ode 
 
 O could my Lips, br Flowing Eyes 
 But imitate fuch Charming Grief, 
 Tde teach the Seas, and teach the Skies 
 Wailings, and Sobs, and Sympathies, 
 Nor fhould the Stones, or Rocks be deaf 3 
 Rocks ftiall have Eyes, and Stones have Ears, 
 While GOUGEs Death is Mourn'd in Melody 
 and Tears. 
 
 II. 
 Heaven was impatient of our Crimes, 
 And fent his Minifter of Death 
 To Scourge the bold Rebellion of the Times, 
 And to demand our Prophet's Breath 5 
 He came commiffion'd for the Fates 
 Of Awful ME A D, and Charming BATES, 
 There he efTay'd the Vengeance firft, 
 Then took a difmal Aim and brought great GOUGE 
 to Duft. 
 
 III. 
 Great GOUGE to Duft! How Doleful is the 
 
 Sound? 
 How vaft the 6troke is? And how wide the Wound > 
 
 Yes, 
 
On the Reverend Mr. T. Gouge. 251 
 
 Yes, 'tis a vaft uncommon Death, 
 Yes, 'tis a Wound unmeafurably wide 5 
 No Vnlgar Mortal Dy d 
 When he refign d his Breath. 
 The Mufe that Mourns a Nations Fall 
 Shou'd wait atGODGFs Funeral, 
 Should mingle Majefty and Groans 
 Such as fhe Sings to finking Thrones, 
 And in deep-founding Numbers tell 
 How Sim trembled when this Pillar fell. 
 
 Sion grows Weak, and England Poor 1 ,* * 
 Nature her felf with all her Store 
 Canfiirnilh fuch a Pomp for Death no more, 
 
 IV. 
 The Reverend Man let all things mourn ^ 
 Sure he was fome Ethereal Mind, 
 Fated in Flefti to Be copfin'd, 
 
 And order d to be Born. 
 His Soul was of th' Angelick frame, 
 The fame Ingredients, and the Mould the fame, 
 When the Creator makes a Minifter of Flame j 
 
 He 
 
252 An 'Elegiac Ode 
 
 He was all form'd of Heavenly Things, 
 Mortals, believe what my Urania Sings, 
 For (he has feen him rife upon his Flamy Wings. 
 
 V. 
 How would he mount, how would he fly, 
 Up thro' the Ocean of the Sky 
 To wrd the Cceleftial Coaft ! 
 With what amazing fwiftneO foar 
 Till Earth's dark Ball was feen no more 
 And all its Mountains loft. 
 Scarce ft>uld the Mufe purfuehim with her Sight, 
 But, Angels, you can tell, 
 For oft you met his Wondrous Flight, 
 
 And knew the Stranger well 5 
 Say, how he paft the radiant Spheres 
 And vifited your happy Seats, 
 And trac'd the well known Turnings of the Golden 
 Streets, 
 And walk'd among the Stars. 
 VI. 
 Tell how he climb'd the Everlafting Hills 
 Surveying all the Realms above, 
 
 Born 
 
On the Reverend Mr. T. Gouge. 253 
 
 Born on a Strong-wingd Faith, and on the Fiery 
 Wheels 
 Of an Immortal Love. 
 3 Twas there he took a glorious Sight 
 Of the Inheritance of Saints in Light, 
 And read their Title in their Saviour's Right. 
 How oft the humble Scholar came, 
 And to your Songs he rais'd his Ears 
 To learn the Unutterable Name, 
 To view the Eternal Bafe that bears 
 
 The New Creations Frame. 
 The Countenance of God he faw 
 Full of Mercy, full of Awe, 
 The Glories of his Power, and Glories of his 
 Grace : 
 There he beheld the Wondrous Springs 
 Of thofe Eternal Sacred Things 
 The Peaceful Gofpel and the Fiejry Law 
 
 In that Majeftic Face* 
 That Face that alThis Gazing Powers employ 
 With.moft profound Abatement and exalted Joy. 
 
 The 
 

 254 4tn Elegiac Ode 
 
 The Rolls of Fate were half unfeaPd, 
 
 He flood adorirjg by 5 
 The Volumes open'd to his Eye, 
 And fweet Intelligence he held 
 With all his fhining Kindred of the Sky* 
 
 VII. 
 Ye Seraphs that furround the Throne, 
 ' Tell how his Name was thro 1 the Pallace known, 
 How warm his Zeal was, and how like your own : 
 Speak it aloud, let half the Nation hear, 
 
 And bold Blafphemers fhrink and fear : 
 Impudent Tongues, to blaft a Prophet's Name I 
 The Poifon fure was fetched from Hell 
 * Where the old Blafphemers dwell, 
 To taint the pur eft Duft, and blot the whiteft 
 
 Fame. 
 Impudent Tongues ! Youfhould be darted thro", 
 Naird to your own Black Mouths, and lie 
 tJfelefs and Dead till Slander die, 
 Till Slander die with you. 
 
 VIII. 
 
p 
 On the Reverend Mr. T. Gouge. 255 
 
 VIII. 
 
 " We faw him, fay th' Ethereal Throng, 
 " We faw his warm Devotions rife, 
 " We heard the fervour of his Cries, 
 C4 And mixt his Praifes with our Song : 
 cC We knew the feciret Flights of his retiring Hours, 
 
 ce Nightly he wak'd his inward Powers, 
 " Young Ijirael rofe to Wreftle with his God, 
 " And with unconquer'd Force fcal'd the Coeleftia! 
 
 " Towers 
 " To reach the Bleffing down for thofe that fought 
 " his Blood. 
 cc Oft we beheld the Thunderers Hand 
 " Rais'd high to crufh the Faftious Foe 5 
 " As oft we faw the rolling Vengeance (land 
 " Doubtful t* obey the dread Command, 
 ; While his afcending Pray'r witheld the falling 
 Blow. 
 
 IX. 
 Draw the part Scenes of thy Delight 
 My Mufe, and bring the Wondrous Man to Sight. 
 
 Place 
 
256 An lEtegiack Ode 
 
 Place him (unrounded as he flood 
 
 With Pious Crowds, while from His Tongue 
 AStream of Harmony ran foft along, 
 And every Ear drank in the flowing Good : 
 
 Softly it ran its Silver Way, 
 Till warm Devotion rais'd the Current ftrong 3 
 Then fervid Zeal on the fweet Deluge rode, 
 
 Life, Love, and Glory, Grace, and Joy 
 Divinely roll'd promifcuous on the Torrent-Flood, 
 And bore our Raptur'd Senfe away, and Thoughts 
 and Souls to God. 
 
 O might we dwell for ever there ! 
 No more returfl to breath this groffer Air, 
 This Atmofphere of Sin, Calamity, and Car?* 
 
 X. 
 
 But Heavenly Scenes foon leave the Sight 
 While we belong to Clay, 
 
 Paffions of Terror and Delight 
 Demand alternate Sway. 
 
 Behold the Man whofe awful Voice 
 
 Kindle 
 
On the Reverend Mr. T. Gouge. 257 
 
 Kindle the Flames that Mofes faw, 
 And fwell the Trumpets Warlike noife. 
 He ftands, the Herald of the Threatning Skies, 
 Lo, on his Reverend Brow the Frowns Divinely- 
 rife, 
 All Sinai's Thunder on his Tongue, and Lightning 
 in his Eyes* 
 Round the high Rdof the Curfes flew 
 Diftinguifliing each guilty Head, 
 Far from th' unequal War the Atheift fled, 
 His Kindled Arrows ftill purfue, 
 His Arrows ftrike the Atheift thro', 
 And fix him down to Dread. 
 The Marble Heart groans with an inward Wound : 
 
 Blafpheming Souls of hardend Steel 
 Shriek out amaz d at the new Pangs they feel, 
 And dread the Eccho's of the Sound. 
 The Lofty Wretch Arm 'd and Array'd 
 In gaudy Pride finks down his Impious Head, 
 Plunges in dark Defpair, and mingles with the Dead. 
 
 XL 
 
2j8 An Elegiac Ode 
 
 XL 
 Now Mufe affume a fofter Strain, 
 Nowfooththe Sinners Raging Smart, 
 Borrow of G V G E the wondrous Art 
 To calm the Surging Confidence, and aflwage the 
 Pain. 
 He from a Bleeding God derives 
 Life for the Souls that Guilt had flain, 
 Andfirait the dying Rebel lives, 
 
 The Dead arife again. 
 The opening Skies almoft obey 
 His powerful Song, a Heavenly Ray 
 Awakes Defpair to Light, and Iheds a cheerful Day. 
 His wondrous Voice rolls back the Spheres, 
 Recalls the Scenes of Ancient Years 
 
 To make the Saviour known 5 
 Sweetly the flying Charmer roves 
 Thro' all his Labours and his Loves, 
 The Anguilh of his Crofs, and Triumphs of his 
 Throne, 
 
 XII. 
 
On the Reverend Mr. T. Gouge. 259 
 
 XII. 
 
 Hark, he invites our Feet to try 
 The fteep afcent of Calvary , 
 And fets the fatal Tree before our Eye ; 
 See here Coeleftial Sorrow reigns 3 
 Rude Nails and ragged Thorns lay by 
 Ting'd with the Crimfon of Redeeming Veins. 
 In wondrous Words he fung the Vital Flood 
 Where all our Sins were drown'd, 
 Words fit to heal and fit to wound, 
 Sharp as the Spear, and Balmy as the Blood, 
 In his Difcourfe Divine 
 Afreih the Purple Fountain flow'd, 
 Our falling Tears kept Sympathetick Time 
 And trickled to the Ground, 
 While every Accent gave a doleful Sound, 
 Sad as the breaking Heart-ftrings of th' Expiring 
 God. 
 
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 Down to the Manfions of the Dead 
 With trembling Joy pur Souls are lead, 
 The Captives of his Tongue; 
 
 S 2 There 
 
260 An "Elegiac Ode. 
 
 There the dear Prince of Light reclines his Head 
 Darknefs and Shades among. 
 With pleafing Horrcr we furvey 
 The Caverns of the Tomb, 
 Where the Belov'd Redeemer lay 
 
 And fheda fweet Perfume. 
 Hark, the Old Earthquake roars again 
 In G UG Fs Voice, and breaks the Chain 
 Of heavy Death, and tears the Tombs 5 
 The Ri/ing Qod ! he comes, he comes, 
 With Throngs of waking Saints, a long triumphing 
 Train. 
 
 XIV. 
 See the bright Squadrons of the Sky, 
 Downward on Wings of Joy and Haft they fly, 
 Meet their returning Sovereign and attend him high, 
 A fhining Carr the Conqueror fills 
 Form'd of a Golden Cloud 5 
 Slowly the Pomp rolls up the Azure Hills, 
 
 Old Satan foams and yells aloud, 
 And gnaws th" Eternal Brafs that binds him to the 
 Wheeko 
 
 The 
 
On the Reverend Mr. T. Gouge* 261 
 The opening Gates of Blifs receive their King, 
 The Father-God Smiles on his Son, 
 Pays him the Honours he has won, 
 The lofty Thrones adore, and little Cherubs Sing. 
 Behold him on his Native Throne, 
 Glory fits faft upon his Head 5 
 Drefs't in new Light and Beamy Robes 
 His Hand rolls on the Seafons and the ftiining 
 
 Globes, 
 And fways the living Worlds and Regions of the 
 Dead, 
 
 XV. 
 GOV GE was his Envoy to this Realm below, 
 Vaft was the Truft, and great his Skill, 
 Bright the Credentials he could fhow, 
 
 And Thoufands own'd the Seal. 
 His Hallowed Lips could well impart 
 The Grace, the Promife, and Command : 
 He knew the Pity of EMMANUELs Heart, 
 And Terrors of J E HO VA H's Hand, 
 How did our Souls ftart out to hear 
 The Embaflies of Love he bore, 
 
 S 3 Whil 
 
262 An Elegiac Ode 
 
 While every Ear in Rapture hung 
 Upon the Charming Wonders of his Tongue* 
 Lifes bufie Cares a Sacred Silence bound, 
 Attention flood with all her Powers, 
 With fixed Eyes and Awe profound, 
 Chain'd to the Pleafure of the Sound, 
 T >r knew the flying Hours. 
 XVI. 
 
 But Oh ! my everlafting Grief! 
 Heaven has recall'd his Envoy from our Eyes, 
 
 Hence Deluges of Sorrow rife, 
 
 Nor hope th' Impoflible Relief. 
 
 Ye Remnants of the Sacred Tribe 
 
 Who feel the Lofs, come fhare the Smart, 
 And mix your Groans with mine : 
 
 Where is the Tongue that can defcribe 
 
 Infinite Things with Equal Art, 
 Or Language fo Divine ? 
 
 Our Pafiions want the Heavenly Flame, 
 Almighty Love Breaths faintly in our Songs, 
 And Awful Threatnings languifli on our Tongues § 
 
 HO WE is a Great, but fingle Name. 
 
 Amidft 
 
On the Reverend Mr, T* Gouge. %6$ 
 
 Amidft the Crowd he ftands alone 5 
 
 Stands yet, but with his Starry Pinions on, 
 
 Drefs'tfor the Flight and ready to be gone: 
 
 Eternal God, command his Stay, 
 
 Stretch the dear Months of his Delay 5 
 
 O we could wifh his Age were one Immortal Day f 
 
 But when the Flaming Ghariot's come 
 
 And fhining Guards t' attend thy Prophet fr ;, 
 
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 Amidft a thoufand Weeping Eyes 
 
 Send an Elifia down, a Soul of Equal Size, 
 
 Or burn the Worthlefs Globe, and take us to the 
 
 Skies* 
 
 S4 AN 
 
264 An Epitaph on 
 
 ' . ■, "M ■ ■'■ ' ■ ' V '■'« 
 
 A N 
 
 EPITAPH 
 
 ON 
 
 King WILLI 4 Mill. 
 
 Of Glorious Memory, 
 
 Who Died March 8th. 1701. 
 
 I. 
 
 BEneath thefe Honours of a Tomb 
 GREATNESS in humble Ruinelics ; 
 (How Earth confines in narrow Room 
 What Heroes leave below the Skies ! ) 
 
 II. * 
 Preferve, Oh Venerable PILE, 
 Inviolate thy Sacred Truft 3 
 To thy cold Arms the B R ITTlSHlfc 
 
 Weeping commits her Richeft Duft. 
 
 Ill 
 
King William III. 265 
 
 III. 
 
 Ye gentleft Minifters of F A T E 
 Attend the Monarch as he ties, 
 And bid the Softeft SL U M B E R S wait 
 With Silken Cords to bind his Eyes. 
 
 IV. 
 Reft his dear SWORD beneath his Head i 
 Round him his Faithful ARMS {hall ftand % 
 Fix his bright EN S I G N S on his Bed, 
 The Guards and Honors of our Land. 
 
 V. 
 Ye Sifter Arts of P A I N T and VERS E, 
 Place ALBION fainting by his Side, 
 Her Groans arifing 'ore the Herfe, 
 And BELGIA finking when he Dy'd. 
 
 VI. 
 High o're the Grave R E L I G I O N fet 
 In Solemn Gold: pronounce the Ground 
 Sacred, to bar unhallow'd Feet, 
 And plant her Guardian V E R T U E S round. 
 
 VII. 
 
I 
 
 266 An Epitaph on 
 
 VI L 
 Fair LI BERT Yin Sables dreft 
 Write his lovd Name upon his Urn, 
 WILLIAM, the Scourge of Tyrants paft, 
 And Awe of Princes yet Unborn. 
 
 V.I II. 
 Sweet P E A C E his Sacred Relicks keep 
 With Olives blooming round her Head, 
 And ftr£tch her Wings acrofs the Deep 
 To blefs the Nations with the Shade. 
 
 IX. 
 Stand on the Pile, Immortal FAME, 
 Broad Stars adorn thy brighteft Robe, 
 Thy thoufand Voices found his Name 
 In Silver Accents round the Globe. 
 
 X. 
 FLATTERY fliall faint beneath the Sound, 
 While Hoary TRUTH infpires the Song 3 
 ENVY grow pale and bite the Ground, 
 And MALICE gnaw her Forky Tongue. 
 
 XL 
 
King William III. 267 
 
 XL 
 NIGHT and the GRAVE remove your Glooms 
 Darknefs becomes the Vulgar Dead 3 
 But G L O R Y bids the Royal Tomb 
 Difdain the Horrors of a Shade, 
 
 XIL 
 GLORY with all her Lamps fhall burn, 
 And watch the Warriors fleeping Clay, 
 Till the laft Trumpet rouze his Urn 
 To aid the Triumphs of the Day, 
 
 FINIS. 
 
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