Seeing fuch transmigration there,
She thought it not a fable here.
Such a refemblance of all parts,
Life, death, age, fortune, nature, arts;
Then lights her torch at theirs, to tell,
And fhew the world this parallel:
Fixt and contemplative their looks,
Still turning over Nature's books:
Their works chafte, moral, and divine,
Where profit and delight combine;
They, gilding dirt, in noble verse
Ruftic philofophy rehearse.
When heroes, gods, or god-like kings,
They praise, on their exalted wings
To the celeftial orbs they climb,
And with th' harmonious spheres keep time:
Nor did their actions fall behind
Their words, but with like candour fhin'd;
Each drew fair characters, yet none
Of these they feign'd, excels their own.
Both by two generous princes lov'd,
Who knew, and judg'd what they approv'd.
Yet having each the fame defire,
Both from the busy throng retire.
Their bodies, to their minds refign'd,
Car'd not to propagate their kind :
Yet though both fell before their hour,
Time on their off-spring hath no power,
Nor fire nor fate their bays fhall blast,
Nor death's dark veil their day o'ercast.
He not from Rome alone, but Greece,
Like Jafon, brought the golden fleece ;
To him that language (though to none
Of th' others) as his own was known.
On a ftiff gale (as Flaccus fings)
The Theban fwan extends his wings,
When through th' ætherial clouds he flies,
To the fame pitch our fwan doth rife;
Old Pindar's flights by him are reach'd,
When on that gale his wings are ftretch'd;"
His fancy and his judgment fuch,
Each to the other feem'd too much,
His fevere judgment (giving law)
His modeft fancy kept in awe :
As rigid husbands jealous are,
When they believe their wives too fair.
His English ftreams fo pure did flow,
As all that faw and tafted know,
But for his Latin vein, fo clear,
Strong, full, and high it doth appear,
That were immortal Virgil here,
Him, for his judge, he would not fear;
Of that great portraiture, so true
She thought it for a cable Tere.
Such a retiambiance of il parts.
Life, death, age, fortune, nature, arts:
Then lights her torch at heirs. o teil,
Aad fhew the world this parailei:
Fixt and contemplative their looks,
Still turning over Nature's books:
Their works chaffe, moral, and iivine,
Where profit and delight combine;
They, gilding dirt, in noble verte
Rustic philofophy rehearte.
When heroes, gods, or god-like kings,
They praife, on their exalted wings
To the celeftial orbs they climb,
And with th' harmonious fpheres keep time:
Nor did their actions fall behind
Their words, but with like candour fhin'd;
Each drew fair characters, yet none
Of thefe they feign'd, excels their own.
Both by two generous princes lov'd,
Who knew, and judg'd what they ar
Yet having each the fame defire,
Both from the bufy throng retire.
Their bodies, to their minds refigr
Car'd not to propagate their kind:
Yet though both fell bef
their off-fpriz.
fate their
ark veil :.
To the tune of, "I went from England.”
UT will you now to peace incline,
And languish in the main design,
And leave us in the lurch?
I would not monarchy destroy,
But as the only way t' enjoy
The ruin of the church.
Is not the bishops' bill deny'd,
And we still threaten'd to be try'd?
You fee the king embraces
Those counfels he approv'd before :
Nor doth he promife, which is more,
That we fhall have their places.
Did I for this bring in the Scot?
(For 'tis no fecret now) the plot
Was Saye's and mine together:
Did I for this return again,
And spend a winter there in vain,
Once more t' invite them hither?
Though more our money than our caufe
Their brotherly affiftance draws,
My labour was not lost.
At my return I brought you
Neceffity, their strong pretence,
And these fhall quit the cost.
Did I for this my country bring
To help their knight against their king,
And raise the firft fedition ?
Though I the business did decline,
Yet I contriv'd the whole defign,
And fent them their petition.
So many nights spent in the city
In that Invifible Committee,
The wheel that governs all.
From thence the change in church and state,
And all the mischief bears the date
From Haberdashers' Hall.
Did we force Ireland to defpair,
Upon the king to caft the war,
To make the world abhor him,
Because the rebels us'd his name?
Though we ourselves can do the same,
While both alike were for him.
Then the fame fire we kindled here
With what was given to quench it there,
And wifely loft that nation :
To do as crafty beggars use,
To maim themselves, thereby t' abuse
The fimple man's compaffion.
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