And, fince the Mufes do invoke my power,
I shall no more decline that facred bower,
Where Gloriana their great mistress lies:
But, gently taming those victorious eyes,
Charm all her fenfes; till the joyful fun
Without a rival half his course has run:

Who, while my hand that fairer light confines,
May boast himself the brightest thing that shines.

PUERPERIUM.

E Gods, that have the power

YE

To trouble and compofe

All that's beneath your bower,

Calm filence on the feas, on earth, impose.

Fair Venus, in thy soft arms

The God of Rage confine;

For thy whispers are the charms

Which only can divert his fierce defign.

What though he frown, and to tumult do incline?

Thou the flame

Kindled in his breast canft tame,

With that fnow which unmelted lies on thine.

Great Goddess, give this thy facred island rest,
Make heaven smile,

That no storm disturb us, while

Thy chief care, our Halcyon, builds her neft.

Great

Great Gloriana! fair Gloriana!

Bright as high heaven is, and fertile as earth;

Whose beauty relieves us,

Whose royal bed gives us

Both glory and peace :

Our prefent joy, and all our hopes increase.

To the QUEEN-MOTHER of FRANCE, upon her Landing.

GREAT Queen of Europe! whence thy offspring

wears

All the chief crowns; where Princes are thy heirs :
As welcome thou to fea-girt Britain's fhore,
As erft Latona (who fair Cynthia bore)

To Delos was here fhines a Nymph as bright,
By thee disclos'd, with like increase of light.
Why was her joy in Belgia confin'd?

Or why did you fo much regard the wind?

Scarce could the ocean (though inrag’d) have toft
Thy fovereign bark, but where th' obfequious coaft
Pays tribute to thy bed: Rome's conquering hand
More vanquish'd nations under her command
Never reduc'd: here Berecynthia so

Among her deathlefs progeny did go :

A wreath of towers adorn'd her reverend head,
Mother of all that on Ambrofia fed.

Thy god-like race muft fway the age to come;
As the Olympus peopled with her womb,

Would thofe commanders of mankind obey
Their honor'd parent; all pretences lay

Down at her royal feet; compofe their jars,
And on the growing Turk discharge these wars:
The Christian knights that facred tomb should wrest
From pagan hands, and triumph o'er the Eaft:
Our England's Prince and Gallia's Dolphin might
Like young Rinaldo and Tancredi fight:
In fingle combat by their swords again
The proud Argantes, and fierce Soldan, flain :
Again might we their valiant deeds recite,
And with your * Tuscan Muse exalt the fight.

The COUNTRY to my Lady of CARLISLE.

ADAM, of all the facred Muse inspir'd

MA

Orpheus alone could with the woods comply; Their rude inhabitants his fong admir'd,

And nature's felf, in those that could not lye : Your beauty next our folitude invades, And warms us, shining through the thickeft fhades.

Nor ought the tribute, which the wondering court
Pays your fair eyes, prevail with you to fcorn
The answer, and confent, to that report,

Which echo-like, the country does return:
Mirrors are taught to flatter, but our springs
Prefent th' impartial images of things.

* Taffo.

A rural

A rural judge * difpos'd of beauty's prize;

A simple shepherd was prefer'd to Jove : Down to the mountains from the partial skies

Came Juno, Pallas, and the Queen of Love, To plead for that, which was so justly given To the bright Carlisle of the Court of Heaven.

Carlisle! a name which all our woods are taught,
Loud as their Amarillis, to refound :

Carlisle! a name which on the bark is wrought

Of every tree that 's worthy of the wound :
From Phœbus' rage our fhadows, and our streams,
May guard us better than from Carlisle's beams.

The Countess of CARLISLE in mourning.

WHEN from black clouds no part of sky is clear,

But just so much as lets the fun appear;

Heaven then would seem thy image, and reflect
Thofe fable vestments, and that bright aspect.
A fpark of virtue by the deepest shade
Of fad adversity, is fairer made;
Nor lefs advantage doth thy beauty get:
A Venus rifing from a fea of jet !

Such was th' appearance of new-formed light,
While yet it struggled with eternal night.
Then mourn no more, left thou admit increase
Of glory, by thy noble Lord's decease.

*Paris.

*

We find not that the laughter-loving dame

Mourn'd for Anchifes; 'twas enough the came
To grace the mortal with her deathlefs bed,
And that his living eyes fuch beauty fed :
Had she been there, untimely joy through all
Men's hearts diffus'd had marr'd the funeral.
Those eyes were made to banish grief: as well
Bright Phoebus might affect in shades to dwell,
As they to put on forrow: nothing stands,
But power to grieve, exempt from thy commands.
If thou lament, thou must do fo alone;

Grief in thy prefence can lay hold of none.
Yet still perfift the memory to love

Of that great Mercury of our mighty Jove:

Who, by the power of his inchanting tongue,
Swords from the hands of threatening Monarchs wrung.
War he prevented, or soon made it cease;
Inftructing Princes in the arts of peace ;

Such as made Sheba's curious Queen refort
To the + large-hearted Hebrew's famous Court.
Had Homer fat amongst his wondering guests,
He might have learn'd at those stupendous feasts,
With greater bounty, and more facred state,
The banquets of the Gods to celebrate.
But oh! what elocution might he use,
What potent charms, that could so soon infuse
His abfent Mafter's love into the heart

Of Henrietta! forcing her to part

* Venus.

+ Solomon.

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