V. Even I who dare not rank my self with thofe Or were I known throughout this ball, Then as for glory which comes after fate, I value leaft of all, it comes too late, In that his light, which chears mankind. VII. Or fhould I after fate has clos'd my eyes, VIII. Or grant 'twou'd pleasure bring to know that I This only difference will remain, I fhall, that never rise again. IX. Death and deftruction fhall e'er long deface AN All then fhall equal be; I care not then IN The INFIRMITY. I. N other things I ne'er admir'd to fee But little thought in happiness There might be danger of cauefs. Of ever meeting with too much on't here. II. But now these melting founds ftrike on my fene May not be faid t'enjoy, but fuffer bliss. So frail's our mortal ftate, we can fuftain As Sprights and Angels alike fright With too much horror, or with too much light. IV. Alas! I'm over-pleas'd, what fhall I do Your dofe of blifs is much too strong; Like thofe that too rich cordials have, It don't fo much revive, as make me rave. V. What cruelty 'twou'd be ftill to confine The curfe of Cain you have on me, For fince with that you charm'd my ear, My blifs is much too great for me to bear. VI. Relieve this paroxyfm of delight, Let down my foul; 'tis too high fet; Give me a region more beneath, W The ARREST. I. Hither fo faft, fond paffion, doft thou sove, Sure this is not the proper fphere of love; Obey, and be not deaf, as thou art blind. All is fo falfe and treacherous here, That I must love with caution, and enjoy with fear. II. Contract thy fails, left a too gufty blast Make thee from fhoar launch out too far; Weigh well this ocean, e'er thou make fuch hafte, It has a nature very fingular. Men of the treacherous fhoar complain In other feas, but here moft danger's in the main. III. Should't thou, my foul, indulge thy forward love, IV. Or IV. Or fhouldst thou with long fearch on fomething light That might content and ftay thy mind, All good's here wing'd, and ftands prepar'd for flight, "Twill leave thee reaching out in vain, behind. Then when unconftant fate thou'ft prov'd, Thou'lt figh, and fay with tears, I wish I ne'er had lov'd. V. Well then, ye fofter powers, that love command } And wound our breafts with pleafing fmart, Gage well your launce, and bear à steady hand, Left it run in too deep into my heart. Or if you're fix'd in your defign Deeply to wound my heart, wound it with love divine. To the Memory of my dear Neece, M.C. I. B. and philofophick med'cines have ap Y tears to cafe my grief I've try'd, ply'd ; From books and company I've fought relief, II. Come then, t' affwage my pain I'll try To heights that to my theme are due, ΤΟ To grace her death my strains should be As far above mortality as the. III. Is the then dead, and can it be Which the tho long did well fuftain, IV. Yet has fh' of all things made me bare, He gave this charge to the malicious fiend; Vex him with all thy plagues, but let him live. V. Yet will I live fweet foul) to fave VI. 'Tis juft, fince I in thee did live, That thou fhouldft life and fame from me receive. Are all too dead to copy thee, Nature that wrought thy curious frame In council the Almighty fate |