IV.

COWL E Y.

THE GARDEN.

FAIN would my mufe the flow'ry Treasure fing,
And humble glories of the youthful Spring;
Where opening Roses breathing sweets diffuse,
And foft Carnations fhow'r their balmy dews;
Where Lilies fmile in virgin robes of white,
The thin undrefs of fuperficial Light,
And vary'd Tulips fhow fo dazling gay,
Blushing in bright diverfities of day.
Each painted flouret in the lake below
Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow;
And pale Narciffus on the bank, in vain
Transformed, gazes on himself again.
Here aged trees Cathedral Walks compose,
And mount the hill in venerable rows:
There the green Infants in their beds are laid,
The Garden's Hope, and its expected fhade.
Here Orange-trees with blooms and pendants shine,
And vernal honours to their autumn join;
Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store,
Yet in the rifing bloffom promise more.
There in bright drops the cryftal Fountains play,
By Laurels fhielded from the piercing day :

Where Daphne, now a tree as once a maid,
Still from Apollo vindicates her thade,

Still turns her beauties from th' invading beam,
Nor feeks in vain for fuccour to the ftream,
The stream at once preferves her virgin leaves,
At once a shelter from her boughs receives,
Where Summer's beauty midst of Winter stays,
And Winter's Coolness fpite of Summer's rays.

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WEEPING.

WHILE Celia's Tears make forrow bright,

Proud grief fits fwelling in her eyes;

The Sun, next those the faireft light,
Thus from the Ocean firft did rife:
And thus thro' Mifts we fee the Sun,
Which else we durft not gaze upon.

Thefe filver drops, like morning dew,
Foretel the fervour of the day:
So from one cloud foft fhow'rs we view,
And blafting lightnings burft away.
The ftars that fall from Celia's eye,
Declare our doom in drawing nigh.

The Baby in that funny Sphere
So like a Phaeton appears,

That Heav'n, the threaten d World to fpare,
Thought fit to drown him in her Tears:
Elfe might th' ambitious Nymph afpire,
To fet, like him, Heav'n too on fire.

V,

E. of ROCHESTER.

ON SILENCE.

I.

SILENCE! coeval with Eternity:

Thou wert, ere Nature's felf began to be,. 'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee.

II.

Thine was the fway, ere heav'n 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 clam'rous race of bufy Human-kind.

IV.

The tongue mov'd gently first, and fpeech was low "Till wrangling Science taught it noi è and fhow, And wicked Wit arofe, thy most abusive foe.

V.

But rebel Wit deferts thee oft' in vain;

Loft in the maze of Words he turns again,

And feeks a furer ftate, 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 modeft Dulness lies,
And in thy bofom lurks in Thought's difguife;
Thou varnisher of Fools, and cheat of all the Wife!
V I'.

Yet thy indulgence is by Loth confeft;

Folly by thee lies fleeping in the breast,

And 'tis in thee at laft that Wisdom feeks for reft. IX.

Silence the knave's repute, the whore's good name, The only honour of the wifh ng dame:

Thy very want of tongue makes thice a kind of Fame.

X.

But could't thou feize fome tongues that now are

free,

How Church and State fhould be oblig'd to thee? At Senate, and at Bar, how welcome would'ft thou be?

XI.

Yet fpeech ev'n there, fubmiffively withdraws,

From rights of subjects, and the poor man's caufe: Then pompous Silence reigns, and fills the noisy

Laws.

XII.

Paft fervices of friends, good deeds of foes, What Fav'rites gain and what the Nation owes, Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repose.