WEEPING. WHILE Celia's Tears make forrow bright, Proud grief fits swelling in her eyes : The Sun, next those the fairest light, These filver drops, like morning dew, So from one cloud foft fhowers we view, The stars that fall from Celia's eye, 35 4.0 The Baby in that funny Sphere So like a Phaeton appears, That Heav'n, the threaten'd World to spare, 45 Elfe might th' ambitious Nymph aspire, E. OF And vary'd Tulips fhow fo dazling gay, Each painted flowret in the lake below Exceed their promife in their ripen'd store, There in bright drops the crystal Fountains play, Still turns her beauties from th' invading beam, WEEP WH WEEPING. eyes: HILE Celia's Tears make forrow bright, These filver drops, like morning dew, So from one cloud foft fhowers we view, And blafting lightnings burst away. The ftars that fall from Celia's eye, Declare our Doom in drawing nigh. 35 40 The Baby in that funny Sphere So like a Phaeton appears, That Heav'n, the threaten'd World to spare, 45 Elfe might th' ambitious Nymph aspire, E. OF V. E. OF ROCHESTER.. ON SILENCE. SILENCE! coeval with Eternity; Thou wert, erè Nature's self began to be, 'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee. II. Thine was the fway, ere heaven was form'd, or earth, Ere fruitful Thought conceiv'd creation's birth, Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant forth. III. Then various elements, against thee join'd, In one more various animal combin'd, And fram'd the clamorous race of busy Human-kind. IV. The tongue mov'd gently firft, and fpeech was low, Till wrangling Science taught it noise and show, And wicked Wit arofe, thy most abufive foe. V. But rebel Wit deferts thee oft in vain; Loft in the maze of Words he turns again, And seeks a furer state, and courts thy gentle reign. VI. Afflicted Senfe thou kindly doft fet free, Opprefs'd with argumental tyranny, And routed Reafon finds a fafe retreat in thee. VII. With thee in private modest Dulness lies, And in thy bofom lurks in Thought's disguise; Thou varnisher of Fools, and cheat of all the Wife! VIII. Yet thy indulgence is by both confeft; And 'tis in thee at last that Wisdom feeks for rest. IX. Silence, the knave's repute, the whore's good name, The only honour of the wifhing dame; Thy very want of tongue makes thee a kind of Fame. X. But couldst thou feize fome tongues that now are free, How Church and State should be oblig❜d to thee! At Senate, and at Bar, how welcome wouldst thou be! XI. Yet fpeech ev'n there, fubmiffively withdraws, From rights of fubjects, and the poor man's cause: Then pompous Silence reigns, and fills the noisy Laws. XII. Paft fervices of friends, good deeds of foes, What Favourites gain, and what the Nation owes, Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repose. XIII. The country wit, religion of the town, The courtier's learning, policy o' th' gown, The parfon's cant, the lawyer's fophiftry, E. OF |