Deprefs'd, and overthrown, as seểm'd, In the Arabian woods imbost, 1700 From out her ashy womb now teem'd, 1705 And though her body die, her fame furvives Man. Come, come, no time for lamentation now, Nor much more caufe; Samfon hath quit himself Like Samson, and heroicly hath finish'd A life heroic, on his enemies 1711 1715 Fully reveng'd, hath left them years of mourning, Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death fo noble. 1725 Let us go find the body where it lies Sok'd Sok'd in his enemies blood, and from the stream 1730 Home to his father's houfe: there will I build him Oft he seems to hide his face, But unexpectedly returns, And to his faithful champion hath in place 1745 1750 Bore witness gloriously; whence Gaza mourns His uncontrollable intent; His fervants he with new acquift Of true experience from this great event 1755 THE END. To the first edition of the author's poems printed in 1645 was prefixed the following advertisement of The STATIONER to the READER. Tis not any private respect of gain, gentle Reader, for I the the flightest pamphlet is now a days more vendible than the works of learnedeft men; but it is the love I have to our own language, that hath made me diligent to collect and fet forth fuch pieces both in profe and verse, as may renew the wonted honor and esteem of our English tongue: and it's the worth of thefe both English and Latin poems, not the florish of any prefixed encomiums that can invite thee to buy them, though these are not without the highest commendations and applaufe of the learnedef Academics, both domeftic and foreign; and amongst thofe of our own country, the unparallel'd atteftation of that renowned Provost of Eton, Sir Henry Wotton. I know not thy palate how it relishes fuch dainties, nor how harmonious thy foul is; perhaps more trivial airs may pleafe thee better. But howfoever thy opinion is spent upon thefe, that encouragement I have alreadyreceived from the most ingeniousmenin their clear and courteous entertainment of Mr.Waller's late choice pieces, hathonce more made me adventure into the world, prefenting it with thefe ever-green, and not to be blafted laurels. The Author's more peculiar excellency in thefe ftudies was too well known to conceal his papers, or to keep me from attempting to folicit them from him. Let the event guide itfelf which way it will, I fhall deferve of the age, by bringing into the light as true a birth, as the Mufes have brought forth fince our famous Spenfer wrote; whofe poems in thefe English ones are as rarely imitated, as fweetly excell'd. Reader, if thou art eagle-ey'd to cenfure their worth, I am not fearful to expose them to thy exacteft perufal. Thine to command, HUMPH. MOSELEY. |