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Poor Wretch, on stormy Seas to lose thy Life, Unhappy thou, but more thy widow'd Wife! At this she paus'd; for now the flowing Tide Had brought the Body nearer to the fide: The more she looks, the more her Fears increase, At nearer Sight; and fhe's her felf the lefs: Now driv'n afhore, and at her Feet it lies, She knows too much, in knowing whom she fees: Her Husband's Corps; at this fhe loudly 'fhrieks, 'Tis he, 'tis he, fhe cries, and tears her Cheeks, Her Hair, her Vest, and stooping to the Sands About his Neck she cast her trembling Hands.

And is it thus, O dearer than my Life,

Thus, thus return'ft Thou to thy longing Wife! She said, and to the neighb'ring Mole fhe ftrode, (Rais'd there to break th' Incurfions of the Flood ;)

Headlong from hence to plunge her self she But shoots along supported on her Wings, [fprings, A Bird new-made about the Banks she plies, Not far from Shore; and fhort Excurfions tries; Nor feeks in Air her humble Flight to raise, Content to skim the Surface of the Seas:

Her Bill, tho' flender, fends a creaking Noise, And imitates a lamentable Voice:

Now lighting where the bloodless Body lies,

She with a Fun'ral Note renews her Cries.
At all her stretch her little Wings she spread,
And with her feather'd Arms embrac'd the Dead:
Then flick'ring to his palid Lips, she strove
To print a Kifs, the laft Effay of Love:
Whether the vital Touch reviv'd the Dead,
Or that the moving Waters rais'd his Head
To meet the Kifs, the Vulgar doubt alone;
For fure a prefent Miracle was shown.

The Gods their Shapes to Winter-Birds tranflate,
But both obnoxious to their former Fate.
Their conjugal Affection still is ty'd,

And ftill the mournful Race is multiply'd:
They bill, they tread; Alcyone compress'd
Sev'n Days fits brooding on her floating Nest:
A wintry Queen: Her Sire at length is kind,
Calms ev'ry Storm; and hushes ev'ry Wind;
Prepares his Empire for his Daughter's Ease,
And for his hatching Nephews fmooths the Seas.

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OW turning from the wintry Signs,

the Sun His Course exalted through the Ram

had run

And whirling up the Skies, his Chariot drove
Thro’Taurus, and the lightsome Realms of Love;
Where Venus from her Orb descends in Show'rs
To glad the Ground, and paint the Fields with

Flow'rs:
When first the tender Blades of Grass appear,

2 And Buds that yet the Blast of Eurus fear, Stand at the door of Life; and doubt to cloath

the Year;

Till gentle Heat, and foft repeated Rains,
Make the green Blood to dance within their Veins:
Then, at their Call, embolden'd out they come,
And fwell the Gems, and burst the narrow Room;
Broader and broader yet, their Blooms display,
Salute the welcome Sun, and entertain the Day.
Then from their breathing Souls the Sweets repair
Tofcent the Skies, and purge th'unwholsome Air:
Joy spreads the Heart, and with a general Song,
Spring iffues out, and leads the jolly Months along.
In that fweet Seafon, as in Bed I lay,

And fought in Sleep to pass the Night away,
I turn'd my weary Side, but ftill in vain,
Tho' full of youthful Health, and void of Pain:
Cares I had none, to keep me from my Reft,
For Love had never enter'd in my Breast;
I wanted nothing Fortune could supply,
Nor did the Slumber till that Hour deny:
I wonder'd then, but after found it true,
Much Joy had dry'd away the balmy Dew:
Seas wou'd be Pools, without the brushing Air,
To curl the Waves; and fure fome little Care
Shou'd wearyNature fo,to make her want Repair.

When Chanticleer the fecond Watch had fung, Scorning the Scorner Sleep from Bed I sprung. And 'dreffing, by the Moon, in loose Array, Pafs'd out in open Air, preventing Day, w And fought a goodly Grove, as Fancy led my way. Strait as a Line in beauteous Order stood

;

Of Oaks unfhorn a venerable Wood
Fresh was the Grass beneath, and ev'ry Tree
At diftance planted in a due degree,

Their branching Arms in Air with equal space
Stretch'd to their Neighbours with a long Embrace:
And the new Leaves on ev'ry Bough were feen,
Some ruddy-colour'd, fome of lighter green.
The painted Birds, Companions of the Spring,
Hopping from Spray to Spray, were heard to fing;
Both Eyes and Ears receiv'd a like Delight,
Enchanting Mufick, and a charming Sight.
On Philomel I fix'd my whole Defire;
And liften'd for the Queen of all the Quire ;
Fain would I hear her heav'nly Voice to fing;
And wanted yet an Omen to the Spring,
Attending long in vain; I took the Way,
Which through a Path, but scarcely printed, lay.

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