As in perfumes compos'd with art and coft,
'Tis hard to fay what fcent is uppermost ; 155
Nor this part musk or civet can we call,
Or amber, but a rich refult of all;

So fhe was all a fweet, whofe every part,
In due proportion mix'd, proclaim'd the Ma-

ker's art.

No fingle virtue we could most commend, 160
Whether the wife, the mother, or the friend;
For fhe was all, in that fupreme degree,
That as no one prevailed, fo all was fhe.
The feveral parts lay hidden in the piece;
The occafion but exerted that, or this.

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A wife as tender, and as true withal, As the firft woman was before her fall: Made for the man, of whom he was a part; Made to attract his eyes, and keep his heart. A fecond Eve, but by no crime accurft; As beauteous, not as brittle as the first. Had he been firft, ftill Paradife had been, And death had found no entrance by her fin. So fhe not only had preferv'd from ill Her fex and ours, but liv'd their pattern still.

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Love and obedience to her lord fhe bore; She much obey'd him, but the lov'd him

more:

Not aw'd to duty by fuperior fway,

But taught by his indulgence to obey.

Thus we love god, as author of our good; 180
So fubjects love juft kings, or fo they fhou'd.
Nor was it with ingratitude return'd;

In equal fires the blifsful couple burn'd ;
One joy poffefs'd them both, and in one grief
they mourn'd.

grief

His paffion ftill improv'd; he lov'd fo faft, 185
As if he fear'd each day would be her last.
Too true a prophet to foresee the fate

That should fo foon divide their happy ftate:
When he to heaven entirely must restore

That love, that heart, where he went halves before.

Yet as the foul is all in every part,

So God and he might each have all her heart.
So had her children too; for Charity

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Was not more fruitful, or more kind than she:
Each under other by degrees they grew; 195
A goodly perspective of diftant view.
Anchifes look'd not with fo pleas'd a face,
In numbering o'er his future Roman race,
And marshalling the heroes of his name,
As, in their order, next to light they came. 200
Nor Cybele, with half fo kind an eye,
Survey'd her fons and daughters of the sky;

Ver. 180.

author of our good;

So fubjects love just kings, or so they shou'd.] The original edition here rightly prints, for the fake both of the eye and ear I fuppofe, show'd. Derrick has should.

TODD.

fuit.

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Proud, shall Ì fay, of her immortal fruit?
As far as pride with heavenly minds may
Her pious love excell'd to all the bore;
New objects only multiply'd it more.
And as the chofen found the pearly grain
As much as every veffel could contain ;
As in the blissful vifion each shall share
As much of glory as his foul can bear;
So did the love, and fo difpenfe her care.
Her eldest thus, by confequence, was best,
As longer cultivated than the rest.
The babe had all that infant care beguiles,
And early knew his mother in her fmiles:
But when dilated organs let in day
To the young foul, and gave it room to play,
At his first aptnefs, the maternal love
Thofe rudiments of reafon did improve :
The tender age was pliant to command;
Like wax it yielded to the forming hand:
True to the artificer, the labour'd mind
With ease was pious, generous, just, and kind:
Soft for impreffion, from the firft prepar'd,
"Till virtue with long exercise grew hard:
With every act confirm'd, and made at laft
So durable as not to be effac'd,

It turn'd to habit; and, from vices free,
Goodness refolv'd into neceffity.

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Thus fix'd fhe virtue's image, that's her own, 'Till the whole mother in the children fhone;

For that was their perfection: she was such, They never could exprefs her mind too much. So unexhausted her perfections were,

That, for more children, fhe had more to

fpare;

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For fouls unborn, whom her untimely death Depriv'd of bodies, and of mortal breath; And (could they take the impreffions of her mind)

Enough ftill left to fanctify her kind.

Then wonder not to fee this foul extend 240 The bounds, and feek fome other felf, a friend : As fwelling feas to gentle rivers glide,

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To feek repofe, and empty out the tide;
So this full foul, in narrow limits pent,
Unable to contain her, fought a vent,
To iffue out, and in fome friendly breaft
Discharge her treasures, and fecurely reft:
To unbofom all the fecrets of her heart,
Take good advice, but better to impart.
For 'tis the blifs of friendship's holy state, 250
To mix their minds, and to communicate;
Though bodies cannot, fouls can penetrate :
Fixt to her choice, inviolably true,

And wifely choofing, for the chose but few.
Some she must have; but in no one could find
A tally fitted for fo large a mind.

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The fouls of friends like kings in progrefsare; Still in their own, though from the palace far:

Thus her friend's heart her country dwelling

was,

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A fweet retirement to a coarfer place;
Where pomp and ceremonies entered not,
Where greatness was fhut out, and business
well forgot.

This is the imperfect draught; but short as

far

As the true height and bignefs of a star

Exceeds the measures of the aftronomer. 265
She shines above, we know; but in what place,
How near the throne, and heaven's imperial
face,

By our weak optics is but vainly gueft;
Distance and altitude conceal the rest.

Though all these rare endowments of the
mind

Were in a narrow space of life confin'd,
The figure was with full perfection crown'd
Though not fo large an orb, as truly round.

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As when in glory, through the public place, The fpoils of conquer'd nations were to pass, 275 And but one day for triumph was allow'd, The conful was constrain'd his pomp to crowd; And fo the swift proceffion hurry'd on,

That all, though not diftinctly, might be fhown:

So in the ftraiten'd bounds of life confin'd, 280 She but glimpses of her glorious mind:

gave