From her lov'd brother, country, and the fun;
And, like Camilla, o'er the waves to run
Into his arms: while the Parifian dames
Mourn for the ravish'd glory; at her flames
No lefs amaz'd, than the amazed stars,
When the bold charmer of Theffalia wars
With Heaven itfelf; and Numbers does repeat,
Which call defcending Cynthia from her feat.
In answer to one who writ a Libel against the
Countess of CARLISLE.
WHAT fury has provok'd thy wit to dare,
With Diomede, to wound the Queen of love?
Thy mistress' envy, or thine own despair?
Not the juft Pallas in thy breast did move
So blind a rage, with such a different fate :
He honor won, where thou haft purchas'd hate.
gave affiftance to his Trojan foe;
Thou, that without a rival thou may'st love,
Doft to the beauty of this Lady owe;
While after her the gazing world does move.
Canft thou not be content to love alone?
Or, is thy mistress not content with one?
Haft thou not read of Fairy Arthur's shield,
Which but difclos'd, amaz'd the weaker eyes
Of proudeft foes, and won the doubtful field?
So fhall thy rebel wit become her prize.
Should thy Iambics fwell into a book,
All were confuted with one radiant look.
Heaven he oblig'd that plac'd her in the skies;
Rewarding Phoebus for inspiring so
His noble brain, by likening to those eyes
His joyful beams: but Phœbus is thy foe;
And neither aids thy fancy nor thy fight;
So ill thou rhym'ft against fo fair a light.
HEY tafte of death that do at heaven arrive;
But we this paradise approach alive.
Inftead of Death, the dart of Love does ftrike;
And renders all within thefe walls alike:
The high in titles, and the shepherd, here
Forgets his greatnefs, and forgets his fear.
All stand amaz'd, and, gazing on the Fair,
Lofe thought of what themselves or others are:
Ambition lofe; and have no other scope,
Save Carlisle's favour to employ their hope.
The Thracian could (though all those tales were true
The bold Greeks tell) no greater wonders do :
Before his feet so sheep and lions lay,
Fearless, and wrathless, while they heard him play.
The gay, the wife, the gallant, and the grave,
Subdued alike, all but one paffion have :
No worthy mind, but finds in her's there is
Something proportion'd to the rule of his :
While the with chearful, but impartial grace,
(Born for no one, but to delight the race
Of men) like Phoebus, fo divides her light,
And warms us, that she stoops not from her height.
TO PHYLLIS.
PHYLLIS, 'twas Love that injur'd you,
And on that rock your Thyrfis threw;
Who for proud Cælia could have dy'd,
While you no less accus'd his pride.
Fond Love his darts at random throws,
And nothing springs from what he sows;
From foes difcharg'd as often meet
The fhining points of arrows fleet,
In the wide air creating fire;
As fouls that join in one defire.
Love made the lovely Venus burn
In vain, and for the * cold youth mourn,
Who the pursuit of churlish beasts
Prefer'd, to fleeping on her breasts.
Love makes so many hearts the prize
Of the bright Carlisle's conquering eyes;
Which the regards no more, than they
The tears of leffer Beauties weigh.
So have I feen the loft clouds pour
Into the fea an useless shower;
And the vex'd failors curfe the rain,
For which poor fhepherds pray'd in vain.
Then, Phyllis, fince our paffions are
Govern'd by chance; and not the care,
But fport of Heaven, which takes delight
To look upon this Parthian fight
Of Love, ftill flying, or in chafe,
Never encountering face to face;
No more to Love we'll facrifice,
But to the beft of Deities:
And let our hearts, which Love disjoin'd,
By his kind mother be combin'd.
To my Lord of NORTHUMBERLAND, upon the Death of his Lady.
O this great lofs a fea of tears is due:
But the whole debt not to be paid by you.
Charge not yourself with all, nor render vain
Those showers, the eyes of us your servants rain.
Shall grief contract the largeness of that heart,
In which nor fear, nor anger, has a part?
Virtue would blush, if time should boast (which dries,
Her fole child dead, the tender mother's eyes)
Your mind's relief; where reafon triumphs fo
Over all paffions, that they ne'er could grow
Beyond their limits in your noble breast,
To harm another, or impeach your reft.
This we obferv'd, delighting to obey
One, who did never from his great felf ftray:
Whofe mild example feemed to engage
Th' obfequious feas, and teach them not to rage.
The brave Æmilius, his great charge laid down, (The force of Rome, and fate of Macedon) In his loft fons did feel the cruel stroke
Of changing Fortune; and thus highly spoke
Before Rome's people; "We did oft implore,
"That if the heavens had any bad in ore
"For your Æmilius, they would pour that ill
"On his own houfe, and let you flourish ftill."
You on the barren feas, my Lord, have spent
Whole fprings; and summers to the public lent:
Sufpended all the pleasures of your life,
And shorten'd the short joy of fuch a wife :
For which your country's more obliged, than
For many lives of old, lefs happy, men.
You, that have facrific'd fo great a part
Of youth, and private blifs, ought to impart
Your forrow too; and give your friends a right
As well in your affliction, as delight.
Then with Æmilian-courage bear this cross,
Since public perfons only public lofs
Ought to affect. And though her form, and youth,
Her application to your will, and truth;
That noble sweetness, and that humble state,
(All fnatch'd away by such a hasty fate!)
Might give excufe to any common breast,
With the huge weight of so just grief opprest:
Yet let no portion of your life be stain’d
With paffion, but your character maintain'd
To the last act: it is enough her stone
May honour'd be with fuperfcription
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