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W Ε Ε Ρ Ι. Ν
WHILE Celia's Tears make forrow bright
Proud Grief sits swelling in her eyes ; The Sun, next those the fairest light,
Thus from the Ocean first did rise : And thus thro' Mists we see the Sun, Which else we durft not gaze upon.
These silver drops, like morning dew,
Foretell the fervour of the day:
And blasting lightnings burst away.
The Baby in that sunny Sphere
So like a Phaëton appears,
Thought fit to drown him in her tears :
E. of ROCHESTER,
On SIL EN CE.
ILENCE! coeval with Eternity;
Thou wert, ere Nature's self began to be, 'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee.
II. Thine was the fway, ere heay'n was form’d, or earth,
Ere fruitful Thought conceiv'd creation's birth, 5 Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant forth.
In one more various animal combin'd,
?Till wrangling Science taught it noise and show, 11 And wicked Wit arose, thy most abusive foe.
Loft in the maze of words he turns again,
Opprefs’d with argumental tyranny,
And in thy bosom lurks in Thought's disguise ; 20. Thou varnisher of Fools, and cheat-of all the Wise !
Folly by thee lies fleeping in the breast,
The only honour of the wishing dame;" 26 Thy very want of tongue makes thee a kind of Fame.
X. But could'st thou seize fome tongues that now are
free, How Church and State should be oblig'd to thee? At Senate, and at Bar, how welcoine would'st thou bet
From rights of fubjects, and the poor mati's'cause': Then pompous Silence reigns, and Itiflš the noily Laws,'
What Fav’rites gain, and what the Nation owes, Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repose.
The courtier's learning, policy o'th' gown,
Lord's quibble, critic's jest; all end in thee,
THO' Artemisia talks, by fits,
And wear a cleaner smock.
Are oddly join'd by fate:
That lies and stinks in state.
All white and black beside :
And masculine her stride.
So have I seen, in black and white
All flutter, pride, and talk.