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Others, convinc'd by melancholy proof,
4. THE APOTHECARY'S SHOP.
My Winifreda, move your care ;
Nor squeamish pride, nor gloomy fear. What though no grants of royal donors
With pompous titles grace our blood; We'll shine in more substantial honours,
And to be noble we'll be good.
Our name, while virtue thus we tender,
Will sweetly sound where'er 'tis spoke; And all the great ones, they shall wonder
How they respect such little folk. What though from fortune's lavish bounty
No mighty treasures we possess ; We'll find within our pittance plenty,
And be content without excess.
Still shall each returning season
Sufficient for our wishes give; For we will live a life of reason,
And that's the only life to live! Through youth and age in love excelling,
We'll hand in hand together tread; Sweet smiling peace shall crown our dwelling,
And babes, sweet smiling babes, our bed. How should I love the pretty creatures,
While round my knees they fondly clung; To see them look their mother's features,
To hear them lisp their mother's tongue. And when with envy time transported
Shall think to rob us of our joys, You'll in your girls again be courted,
And I'll go wooing in my boys.
CV. THOMAS YALDEN.
TO DARKNESS. Darkness, thou first kind parent of us all,
Thou art our great original!
Since from thy universal womb, Does all thou had'st below, thy num'rous offspring, come. Thy wond'rous birth is ev’n to time unknown,
Or, like eternity thou ’dst none;
While light did its first being owe Unto that awful shade it dares to rival now. Involv'd in thee we first receive our breath:
Thou art our refuge too in death !
Great monarch of the grave and womb! Where-e'er our souls shall go, to thee our bodies come. The silent globe is struck with awful fear
When thy majestic shades appear.
Thou dost compose the air and sea : And earth a sabbath keeps, sacred to rest and thee. In thy serener shades our ghosts delight,
And court the umbrage of the night.
In vaults and gloomy caves they stray, But fly the morning beams, and sicken at the day. Thou dost thy smiles impartially bestow :
And know'st no diff'rence here below;
All things appear the same to thee : Tho' Light distinction makes, thou giv’st equality. In caves of night, the oracles of old
Did all their mysteries unfold :
Darkness did first religion grace,
Thy shades inclos'd the hallow'd land :
In clouds of night he was array'd,
He veil'd the beatifick light;
When terrible with majesty, In tempests he gave laws, and clad himself with thee.
And fading light its empire must resign.
And nature's power submit to thine :
CVI. COLLEY CIBBER.
THE RIVAL HOUSES. Count Gormaz, you, and you Alvarez, hear : Though in the camp your swords, in court your counsel, Have justly raised your fame to envied heights, Yet let me still deplore your race
valiant lives have eased our foes
say that force on one part has prevailed,
you are in honour bound To heir the follies of
ancestors ? Since they have left you virtue and renown, Transmit not to posterity their blame.
CVII. AMBROSE PHILIPS.
THE FROZEN SHOWER.
Soon as the silent shades of night withdrew,
over, in the freezing æther shine.
CVIII. JOSEPH ADDISON.
1. DATO's SOLILOQUY. It must be so-Plato, thou reason'st wellElse whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality! Or whence this secret dread and inward horror, Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter. And intimates eternity to man. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pase ! The wide, th' unbounded prospect lies before me But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon't. Here will I hold. If there's a power above, (And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works) he must delight in virtue;