311:00,000[' ]| 311:00,000[' ]| 311:00,000[' ]| 311:00,000[' ]| 311:00,000[' ]| 311:00,000[' ]| 311:00,000[' ]| 311:00,000[' ]| 311:00,000[' ]| 311:00,000[' ]| 311:00,000[' ]| 311:01,000[' ]| 311:01,000[' ]| 311:01,001[A ]| What though it has been the Genius of this Age, 311:01,002[A ]| Tame Pegasus to fetter on the Stage; 311:01,003[A ]| To imprison in close Rhymes, well-governed Rage? 311:01,004[A ]| Alas it is easier much for them in France, 311:01,005[A ]| The English do but Walk when Frenchmen Dance, 311:01,006[A ]| Rhyme comes to them by Nature, Wit by Chance. 311:01,007[A ]| Rhyme is a cheating Vapour, which unseen 311:01,008[A ]| Ill Poets, like ill Spirits, pass between 311:01,009[A ]| To good Wits but a shade, to bad a Screen. 311:01,010[A ]| Then since our Heroes roused with French Alarms, 311:01,011[A ]| Have beat the Monsieurs at their own slight arms, 311:01,012[A ]| With lofty Sense, in Verses jingling Charms. 311:01,013[A ]| Our Poet hopes you'll not expect today, 311:01,014[A ]| To have all his downright thoughts dressed up so gay, 311:01,015[A ]| If his Coin chinks too much, you'll doubt allay. 311:01,016[A ]| But oh! the hungry Critic longs to bait 311:01,017[A ]| And thinks, like Men on Scaffolds, we Dilate 311:01,018[A ]| Preaching to stop irrevocable Fate. 311:01,019[A ]| Lean Wit! who like some indigesting Eater 311:01,020[A ]| With Wolf in his Stomach, preys on all fresh Matter 311:01,021[A ]| By his ungrateful Gut, never made the fatter. 311:01,022[A ]| No, no, our Author hopes you will excuse 311:01,023[A ]| The yielding parleys of his Virgin Muse 311:01,024[A ]| Who learns to Court, practising to refuse. 311:01,025[A ]| For Modesty's the Daughter of Desire 311:01,026[A ]| An Artificial Ice that's made by Fire. 311:01,027[A ]| That does at first deny, at last require. 311:01,028[A ]| Pardon the strugglings of his Maiden Pen. 311:01,029[A ]| Embrace her brusquely, the first time, and then 311:01,030[A ]| She'll never leave you, until you do it again. 311:02,000[' ]| 311:02,001[A ]| Let us turn Usurers of Time, 311:02,002[A ]| And not misspend an hour; 311:02,003[A ]| The present, not the future is in our power. 311:02,004[A ]| To think to spend what's not our own is a Crime. 311:02,005[A ]| He whose soft life's in mirth possessed, 311:02,006[A ]| Enjoys his time with interest. 311:02,007[A ]| Love, and a Muse, 311:02,008[A ]| Brings Use on Use; 311:02,009[A ]| For Money's but the Slave, and Time the Measure, 311:02,010[A ]| And Wit the Handmaid, Love the Queen of Pleasure. 311:03,000[' ]| 311:03,001[A ]| Cupid, I scorn to beg the Art 311:03,002[A ]| From thy imaginary Throne, 311:03,003[A ]| To learn to wound another's Heart, 311:03,004[A ]| Or how to heal my own. 311:03,005[A ]| If she be coy, My Airy Mind 311:03,006[A ]| Brooks not a Siege: if she be kind, 311:03,007[A ]| She proves my Scorn, that was my Wonder, 311:03,008[A ]| For Towns that yield I hate to plunder. 311:03,009[A ]| Love is a Game, Hearts are the Prize: 311:03,010[A ]| Pride keeps the Stakes, Art throws the Dice. 311:03,011[A ]| When either's won 311:03,012[A ]| The Game is done. 311:03,013[A ]| Love is a coward, hunts the flying Prey; 311:03,014[A ]| But, when it once stands still, Love runs away. 311:04,000[' ]| 311:04,001[A ]| Take, Hero, take 311:04,002[A ]| The Presents, Wealth and Beauty make: 311:04,003[A ]| There's nothing else, that Mortals know 311:04,004[A ]| Is worth receiving here below. 311:04,005[A ]| Time runs, Love flies. 311:04,006[A ]| He that thinks least, is the most wise; 311:04,007[A ]| And Fortune ever did approve 311:04,008[A ]| A present Wit in War, or Love. 311:04,009[A ]| Stay, Hero, stay: 311:04,010[A ]| The Gods grow envious at thy Prey. 311:04,011[A ]| Or steal what's rare 311:04,012[A ]| In haste; for Heaven does seldom care, 311:04,013[A ]| Love and Ambition should conspire 311:04,014[A ]| Mortals to please in one desire. 311:05,000[' ]| 311:05,001@w | Prepare, prepare, To turn thy self to Air. 311:05,002@w | An injured Turk, made fiercer by the shades, 311:05,003@w | Thy life invades. 311:05,004@w | Stay, Achmet, stay: For I will share the Prey. 311:05,005@w | The Blood of Man's too sweet. As thou drankst mine, 311:05,006@w | I'll quaff off thine. 311:05,007@x | Heroic Dust, Be not Unjust; 311:05,008@x | Each Mussleman, that his vile hands have slain, 311:05,009@x | A piece obtain. 311:05,010@x | By Pluto set, we draw Terrestrial breath, 311:05,011@x | And offer thee too fair, or Love or Death. 311:06,000[' ]| 311:06,001[A ]| How Happy is our Fate, 311:06,002[A ]| To live thus in State, 311:06,003[A ]| With our Guards at our Gate! 311:06,004[A ]| None can have access 311:06,005[A ]| But must Court and Address 311:06,006[A ]| And their business confess: 311:06,007[A ]| Then take off thy Glass on thy dutiful Knee, 311:06,008[A ]| For Princes are Prisoners as well as we. 311:07,000[' ]| 311:07,000[' ]| 311:07,001[A ]| Greatness, I give thee my my excuse, 311:07,002[A ]| For thee I have no leisure; 311:07,003[A ]| Nor care what Business can produce, 311:07,004[A ]| For Life's too short for Pleasure: 311:07,005[A ]| Count Griefs, Diseases, Love's disdains, 311:07,006[A ]| What need these Artificial Pains? 311:07,007[A ]| Nature invites us to a Treat, 311:07,008[A ]| And gives us but short time to stay; 311:07,009[A ]| While Coxcombs Carve, and Wise Men eat, 311:07,010[A ]| Death, the close Waiter, takes away. 311:07,011[A ]| Count Griefs, &c. 311:08,000[' ]| 311:08,001[A ]| Reason and Time had once agreed, 311:08,002[A ]| My Heart from Loving should be freed; 311:08,003[A ]| But Cupid swore, he'd lay a Snare 311:08,004[A ]| Should catch my Reason, Time repair. 311:08,005[A ]| Sylvia appeared with all the Charms 311:08,006[A ]| And Witchcrafts of a Face, 311:08,007[A ]| Able to do all Mankind harms, 311:08,008[A ]| And Womankind disgrace. 311:08,009[A ]| Reason straight fled, Time would have stayed, 311:08,010[A ]| Mistaking for the Sun, 311:08,011[A ]| The glories of the brighter Maid, 311:08,012[A ]| By those his course to run. 311:08,013[A ]| Jove saw, and feared some strange surprise, 311:08,014[A ]| Lest all the World should be 311:08,015[A ]| Immortal made by her bright Eyes, 311:08,016[A ]| And Scorn his Deity: 311:08,017[A ]| So time was forced to fly, old Age remain; 311:08,018[A ]| But, Ah! poor Reason never came back again. 311:09,000[' ]| 311:09,001[A ]| The sleeping Thames one morn I crossed, 311:09,002[A ]| By two contending Charons tossed, 311:09,003[A ]| I landed and I found 311:09,004[A ]| By one of Neptune's juggling tricks, 311:09,005[A ]| Enchanted Thames was turned to Styx, 311:09,006[A ]| Lambeth the Elysian ground. 311:09,007[A ]| The dirty linkboy of the day, 311:09,008[A ]| To make himself more fresh and gay, 311:09,009[A ]| Had spent five hours, and more; 311:09,010[A ]| Scarce had he combed and curled his hair, 311:09,011[A ]| When out there comes a brighter fair, 311:09,012[A ]| Eclipsed him o're and o're. 311:09,013[A ]| The dazzled boy would have retired, 311:09,014[A ]| But durst not because he was hired, 311:09,015[A ]| To light the purblind skies: 311:09,016[A ]| But all on Earth will swear and say, 311:09,017[A ]| They saw no other sun that day, 311:09,018[A ]| Nor heaven but in her eyes. 311:09,019[A ]| Her starry eyes both warm and shine, 311:09,020[A ]| And her dark brows do them enshrine 311:09,021[A ]| Like love's triumphal arch: 311:09,022[A ]| Their firmament is red and white, 311:09,023[A ]| Whilst the other heaven is but bedight 311:09,024[A ]| With indigo and starch. 311:09,025[A ]| Her face a civil war had bred 311:09,026[A ]| Betwixt the white rose and the red: 311:09,027[A ]| Then troops of blushes came 311:09,028[A ]| And charged the white with might and main, 311:09,029[A ]| But stoutly were repulsed again, 311:09,030[A ]| Retreating back with shame. 311:09,031[A ]| Long was the war, and sharp the fight; 311:09,032[A ]| It lasted dubious until night, 311:09,033[A ]| Which would to the other yield: 311:09,034[A ]| At last the armies both stood still, 311:09,035[A ]| And left the bridegroom at his will, 311:09,036[A ]| The pillage of the field. 311:09,037[A ]| But oh such spoils! which, to compare, 311:09,038[A ]| A throne is but a rotten chair, 311:09,039[A ]| And scepters are but sticks: 311:09,040[A ]| The crown itself, 'twere but a bonnet, 311:09,041[A ]| If her possession lay upon it, 311:09,042[A ]| What prince would not here fix? 311:09,043[A ]| Heaven's masterpiece, divinest frame, 311:09,044[A ]| That e're was spoke of yet by fame, 311:09,045[A ]| Rich nature's utmost stage; 311:09,046[A ]| The harvest of all former years, 311:09,047[A ]| The past's disgrace, the future's fears, 311:09,048[A ]| And glory of this age. 311:09,049[A ]| Thus to the Parson's shop they trade, 311:09,050[A ]| And a slight bargain there is made, 311:09,051[A ]| To make him her supreme: 311:09,052[A ]| The angels perched about her light, 311:09,053[A ]| And saints themselves had appetite, 311:09,054[A ]| ~~ But I will not blaspheme. 311:09,055[A ]| The parson did his conscience ask 311:09,056[A ]| If he were fit for such a task, 311:09,057[A ]| And could perform his duty? 311:09,058[A ]| Then straight the man put on the ring, 311:09,059[A ]| The emblem of another thing, 311:09,060[A ]| When strength is joined to beauty. 311:09,061[A ]| A modest cloud her face invades, 311:09,062[A ]| And wraps it up in sarsnet shades, 311:09,063[A ]| While thus they mingle hands; 311:09,064[A ]| And then she was obliged to say 311:09,065[A ]| Those bugbear words, Love and Obey, 311:09,066[A ]| But meant her own commands. 311:09,067[A ]| The envious maids looked round about 311:09,068[A ]| To see what one would take them out, 311:09,069[A ]| To terminate their pains; 311:09,070[A ]| For though they covet, and are cross, 311:09,071[A ]| Yet still they value more one loss, 311:09,072[A ]| Than many thousand gains. 311:09,073[A ]| Knights of the garter two were called, 311:09,074[A ]| Knights of the shoe-string two installed, 311:09,075[A ]| And all were bound by oath, 311:09,076[A ]| No further than the knee to pass; 311:09,077[A ]| But oh! the squire of the body was 311:09,078[A ]| A better place than both. 311:09,079[A ]| A tedious feast protracts the time, 311:09,080[A ]| For eating now was but a crime, 311:09,081[A ]| And all that interposed; 311:09,082[A ]| For like two duellists they stood, 311:09,083[A ]| Panting for one anothers blood, 311:09,084[A ]| And longing till they closed. 311:09,085[A ]| Then came the jovial music in, 311:09,086[A ]| And many a merry violin, 311:09,087[A ]| That life and soul of legs: 311:09,088[A ]| The impatient bridegroom would not stay; 311:09,089@x | Good sir, 311:09,089[A ]| cried they, 311:09,089@x | what man can play 311:09,090@x | Till he's wound up his pegs? 311:09,091[A ]| But then he dances till he reels, 311:09,092[A ]| For love and joy had winged his heels, 311:09,093[A ]| And puts the hours to flight: 311:09,094[A ]| He leaped and skipped, and seemed to say, 311:09,095@b | Come boys, I'll drive away the day, 311:09,096@b | And shake away the night. 311:09,097[A ]| The lovely bride with murdering arts 311:09,098[A ]| Walks round, and brandishes her darts, 311:09,099[A ]| To give the deeper wound: 311:09,100[A ]| Her beauteous fabric with such grace 311:09,101[A ]| Ensnares a heart at every pace, 311:09,102[A ]| And kills at each rebound. 311:09,103[A ]| She glides as if there were no ground, 311:09,104[A ]| And slyly draws her nets around, 311:09,105[A ]| Her limetwigs are her kisses: 311:09,106[A ]| Then makes a curtsy with a glance, 311:09,107[A ]| And strikes each lover in a trance, 311:09,108[A ]| That arrow never misses. 311:09,109[A ]| Thus have I oft a hobby seen, 311:09,110[A ]| Daring of larks over a green, 311:09,111[A ]| His fierce occasion tarry; 311:09,112[A ]| Dances about them as they fly, 311:09,113[A ]| And gives them sport before they die, 311:09,114[A ]| Then stoops and kills the quarry. 311:09,115[A ]| Her sweat like honey-drops did fall, 311:09,116[A ]| And stings of beauty pierced us all, 311:09,117[A ]| Her shape was so exact: 311:09,118[A ]| Of wax she seemed framed alive; 311:09,119[A ]| But had her gown too been a hive, 311:09,120[A ]| How bees had thither flocked! 311:09,121[A ]| Thus envious time prolonged the day, 311:09,122[A ]| And stretched the prologue to the play, 311:09,123[A ]| Long stopped the sluggish watch: 311:09,124[A ]| At last a voice came from above, 311:09,125[A ]| Which called the bridegroom, and his love, 311:09,126[A ]| To consummate the match. 311:09,127[A ]| But (as if heaven would it retard) 311:09,128[A ]| A banquet comes like the night-guard, 311:09,129[A ]| Which stayed them half the night: 311:09,130[A ]| The bridegroom then with his men retired; 311:09,131[A ]| The train was laying to be fired, 311:09,132[A ]| He went his match to light. 311:09,133[A ]| When he returned, his hopes were crowned, 311:09,134[A ]| An angel in the bed he found, 311:09,135[A ]| So glorious was her face: 311:09,136[A ]| Amazed he stopped ~~ but then, quoth he, 311:09,137@b | Though 'tis an angel, 'tis a she, 311:09,138[A ]| And leaped into his place. 311:09,139[A ]| Thus lay the man with heaven in his arms, 311:09,140[A ]| Blessed with a thousand pleasing charms, 311:09,141[A ]| In raptures of delight; 311:09,142[A ]| Reaping at once, and sowing joys, 311:09,143[A ]| For beauty's manna never cloys, 311:09,144[A ]| Nor fills the appetite. 311:09,145[A ]| But what was done, sure was not more, 311:09,146[A ]| Than that which had been done before, 311:09,147[A ]| When she herself was made; 311:09,148[A ]| Something was lost, which none found out, 311:09,149[A ]| And he that had it could not show it, 311:09,150[A ]| Sure 'tis a juggling trade. 311:10,000[' ]| <"A Panegyric to the King's most excellent Majesty"> 311:10,001[A ]| Great sir, fame's darling, favourite of time, 311:10,002[A ]| Now fortune's credit, as you was her crime, 311:10,003[A ]| To see you here, and tyranny expired, 311:10,004[A ]| Who could have hoped, who could not have desired? 311:10,005[A ]| Thus when a blasted April-bud has lost, 311:10,006[A ]| Its proper season by untimely frost, 311:10,007[A ]| If we again in winter see it sprout, 311:10,008[A ]| Our startled reason puts our sense in doubt: 311:10,009[A ]| Your crowns once withered flowers though now you bear, 311:10,010[A ]| Our joys can scarce divest habitual fear, 311:10,011[A ]| And we're like those who coming out of night 311:10,012[A ]| At first are blinded with too great a light. 311:10,013[A ]| Fortune sometimes makes use of good deceits, 311:10,014[A ]| Despair and hope were ever equal cheats. 311:10,015[A ]| As when the encountering rain and hail and snow 311:10,016[A ]| With cloudy brows do threaten us below, 311:10,017[A ]| Whilst they contest and jostle in the sky, 311:10,018[A ]| And still their self-opposings keep us dry, 311:10,019[A ]| A north-wind comes and blows them all away, 311:10,020[A ]| And re-invests the monarch of the day: 311:10,021[A ]| So when your meteor rebels raised by you 311:10,022[A ]| Had you obscured, and in their gloomy crew 311:10,023[A ]| Tempestuous mischiefs had designed to pour 311:10,024[A ]| Upon our heads, their quarrels stopped the shower, 311:10,025[A ]| Then Boreas made our air thus pure and thin, 311:10,026[A ]| The same wind blew you out, and blew you in. 311:10,027[A ]| Nature's improved as well as is the nation, 311:10,028[A ]| Our seas have after storms no agitation, 311:10,029[A ]| But smooth and even like your Royal mind 311:10,030[A ]| They keep their bounds by God and you assigned. 311:10,031[A ]| No libellers can tax such times as these, 311:10,032[A ]| Those men that kill in Vizards whom they please; 311:10,033[A ]| Nor giddy tumults to your palace swarm, 311:10,034[A ]| Leaping, like porpoises, before a storm. 311:10,035[A ]| Your well-composed harmonious actions keep 311:10,036[A ]| Wonder awake, and envy lay asleep; 311:10,037[A ]| And though the sea, our guardian, us immure, 311:10,038[A ]| Your inland virtues make us more secure. 311:10,039[A ]| Let men rejoice at this mysterious hour, 311:10,040[A ]| That mercy can enslave them more than power. 311:10,041[A ]| Your birth entitles you unto our throne; 311:10,042[A ]| But hearts by conquest, you have mede your own. 311:10,043[A ]| Live and improve in might, possessing still 311:10,044[A ]| Unbridled power, that has a bridled will. 311:10,045[A ]| Distinguish men, and make your friends to feel 311:10,046[A ]| Their spleens are cured with gold, your foes with steel. 311:10,047[A ]| A king that stoops to subjects when they frown, 311:10,048[A ]| Gives them the advantage-ground to reach his crown. 311:10,049[A ]| Thus when the humble sun the pole draws near, 311:10,050[A ]| And creeps upon the earth for half a year, 311:10,051[A ]| His low familiar beams that warm not them, 311:10,052[A ]| Make men the glow-worm planet to contemn; 311:10,053[A ]| But when ascending both in height and power, 311:10,054[A ]| He o're their heads does more directly tower, 311:10,055[A ]| And with his rays can warm, and scorch, and fire, 311:10,056[A ]| Then men with pleasure, and with fear admire. 311:11,000[' ]| <"A pindaric ode on the sacred memory of our late gracious sovereign> 311:11,000[' ]| 311:11,001[A ]| As distant thunder in a rolling cloud, 311:11,002[A ]| First murmurs inwardly, then roars aloud, 311:11,003[A ]| O'er the amazed and listening crowd, 311:11,004[A ]| Till the dread clap frights every mortal ear, 311:11,005[A ]| Too weak heaven's angry voice to bear; 311:11,006[A ]| Such was the sad distracting news 311:11,007[A ]| Which February's fatal Ides did bring, 311:11,008[A ]| The dangerous sickness of our best-loved King, 311:11,009[A ]| That pierced the soul and did the mind amaze: 311:11,010[A ]| Trembling with painful doubt we wait 311:11,011[A ]| To know what the next messenger will say, 311:11,012[A ]| And all the while we weep, and all the while we pray; 311:11,013[A ]| When suddenly Death's herald spoke the dreadful fate, 311:11,014[A ]| (Alas! the miserable day!) 311:11,015[A ]| The news too sad to hear, to killing to repeat! 311:11,016[A ]| Horror and crys fill all around, 311:11,017[A ]| Distracted looks, and throbbing hearts, 311:11,018[A ]| In every dismal place are found; 311:11,019[A ]| And hideous grounds do echo from all parts. 311:11,020[A ]| Frightened with what I saw and heard; 311:11,021[A ]| But ah, much more with what I feared: 311:11,022[A ]| The blasted city soon I left; 311:11,023[A ]| And, as of reason quite bereft, 311:11,024[A ]| I wildly roamed about to seek some place 311:11,025[A ]| Less doleful than the city was; 311:11,026[A ]| Where without partners, without lookers on, 311:11,027[A ]| I might enjoy my grief alone, 311:11,028[A ]| And for a little space 311:11,029[A ]| Might lay the weighty burden of my sorrows down. 311:11,030[A ]| And long I had not roved about, 311:11,031[A ]| E're an approved retirement I found out; 311:11,032[A ]| Ruins, that to religion sacred were of yore; 311:11,033[A ]| Nor now less venerable than heretofore: 311:11,034[A ]| Where all things did my melancholy fancy please; 311:11,035[A ]| Murmuring waters, awful cliffs and withered trees: 311:11,036[A ]| Where cheerful birds ne're sing, nor e're blows gentle breeze: 311:11,037[A ]| Nor any beast, nor human face, 311:11,038[A ]| Was to be seen upon the lonely place. 311:11,039[A ]| To this forlorn and uncouth seat, 311:11,040[A ]| I, softly with my load of grief, retreat: 311:11,041[A ]| Where every rock and every tree 311:11,042[A ]| Would (I knew) condole with me; 311:11,043[A ]| Only stern fate would unrelenting be. 311:11,044[A ]| Thus then with many a tear and groan 311:11,045[A ]| My dead, my sacred prince I did bemoan. 311:11,046[A ]| Charles, the merciful and good! 311:11,047[A ]| Charles, the flower of princely blood! 311:11,048[A ]| Of all we earthly gods do call, 311:11,049[A ]| Charles, the most beloved of all! 311:11,050[A ]| Our hearts' delight, joy of our eyes; 311:11,051[A ]| And whom not we alone did prize, 311:11,052[A ]| Through the whole universe his glory flies. 311:11,053[A ]| Even nations strangers to our faith and God, 311:11,054[A ]| Had heard his wonderous fame, 311:11,055[A ]| Revered his awful name, 311:11,056[A ]| And eastern princes dazzled with his bright renown, 311:11,057[A ]| Which did so much eclipse their own, 311:11,058[A ]| Sent their ambassadors abroad 311:11,059[A ]| To court the favour of this second Solomon; 311:11,060[A ]| Of him to learn the royal art 311:11,061[A ]| To govern and secure their people's heart, 311:11,062[A ]| While Christendom from every part 311:11,063[A ]| Did to his well known justice still appeal, 311:11,064[A ]| Whose word and wisdom ever turned the scale. 311:11,065[A ]| He that can tell the drops of rain, 311:11,066[A ]| That in April's month do fall, 311:11,067[A ]| (Or his sad subjects' tears can count, 311:11,068[A ]| Which to a greater number mount) 311:11,069[A ]| May reckon up his glories, but not all, 311:11,070[A ]| (For that essay would be in vain) 311:11,071[A ]| Which did adorn his life and consecrate his reign; 311:11,072[A ]| Great lord of wit, patron of arts he was, 311:11,073[A ]| Learning's strong Atlas, Poetry's best friend; 311:11,074[A ]| Crowned with each ray, and blessed with every grace, 311:11,075[A ]| That could a prince adorn or recommend. 311:11,076[A ]| But if in aught he did himself excell, 311:11,077[A ]| 'Twas in his boundless clemency! 311:11,078[A ]| In which he seemed heaven's parallel; 311:11,079[A ]| Nay, his was of that vast extent, 311:11,080[A ]| That oft he pardoned the impenitent. 311:11,081[A ]| But as ten thousand scattered rays 311:11,082[A ]| By art are made to centre in one glass, 311:11,083[A ]| So all the tenderness and love 311:11,084[A ]| Which in his heart did to his subjects move, 311:11,085[A ]| First on his royal brother fell, and through him did pass. 311:11,086[A ]| Not fearing loss of empire, or of life, 311:11,087[A ]| When high born James was with his foes at strife; 311:11,088[A ]| When saucy, factious senates menaced high, 311:11,089[A ]| And blushed not to decry 311:11,090[A ]| The crown's just heir and truest friend to monarchy; 311:11,091[A ]| Our King close to his brother's interest stood, 311:11,092[A ]| And stemmed the impetuous flood: 311:11,093[A ]| To the dire project soon he put an end, 311:11,094[A ]| And showed himself not more a monarch, than a friend. 311:11,095[A ]| Friendship like this the world did never know, 311:11,096[A ]| Save what the King of heaven did show, 311:11,097[A ]| Who for our sakes, descending here below, 311:11,098[A ]| Ceased to be happy, that we might be so. 311:11,099[A ]| How dear to heaven its champion was, our prince, 311:11,100[A ]| (Who did so well defend the crown 311:11,101[A ]| And faith which he received from thence, 311:11,102[A ]| The public weal preferring to his own) 311:11,103[A ]| Let the long chain of miracles convince, 311:11,104[A ]| Though fiends and fiend-like men combined in one, 311:11,105[A ]| That destined, brought, and kept him on his throne; 311:11,106[A ]| Witness that shining herald, sent 311:11,107[A ]| To tell the world of his illustrious birth, 311:11,108[A ]| As if kind heaven had hereby meant 311:11,109[A ]| Another God is born on Earth! 311:11,110[A ]| At noon we saw the new born star 311:11,111[A ]| Shine on his infant brother here, 311:11,112[A ]| With a mild aspect, yet so bright and clear, 311:11,113[A ]| As did outvie the midday sun, 311:11,114[A ]| As far as he himself all other kings has done. 311:11,115[A ]| But when rebellion black and dire 311:11,116[A ]| Had harrassed long his God-like sire; 311:11,117[A ]| Whose life it barbarously took away, 311:11,118[A ]| Of all things great and holy made a prey; 311:11,119[A ]| And turned three kingdoms into one Aceldama: 311:11,120[A ]| Our late (ah wretched word!) our heaven-loved king, 311:11,121[A ]| Kind providence did wondrously convey, 311:11,122[A ]| And sheltered him beneath its wing, 311:11,123[A ]| From all the ills which war and chance, 311:11,124[A ]| And treasons blacker than the night 311:11,125[A ]| Did long against his sacred life advance, 311:11,126[A ]| Witness his happy escape from Worcester's bloody fight, 311:11,127[A ]| Where hovering angels with their mighty shield 311:11,128[A ]| Saved him from all the hazards of that dreadful field; 311:11,129[A ]| And their important charge, by ways unknown, conveyed, 311:11,130[A ]| And in a neighbouring friendly shade, 311:11,131[A ]| Where sturdy oaks stretched out their arms on high 311:11,132[A ]| (Oh shame to man's barbarity!) 311:11,133[A ]| To shelter and receive distressed majesty: 311:11,134[A ]| Witness O Boscobel, thy monumental tree. 311:11,135[A ]| From thence through dangers numberless, 311:11,136[A ]| In mighty wants and deep distress 311:11,137[A ]| At home, abroad, by land and seas 311:11,138[A ]| (As once his high famed ancestor, the wandering Trojan prince) 311:11,139[A ]| By many a wondrous providence, 311:11,140[A ]| During his nine years exile hence, 311:11,141[A ]| Heaven its regard of him did evidence, 311:11,142[A ]| When human force could do no more, and when 311:11,143[A ]| Our dying hopes could ebb no lower, 311:11,144[A ]| Did by a turn miraculous restore 311:11,145[A ]| Our king to us, us to our king again. 311:11,146[A ]| To bring which blessed work to pass, 311:11,147[A ]| Neither man's power nor policy had place; 311:11,148[A ]| No contract made, nor blows were given; 311:11,149[A ]| The astonished world saw 'twas the mighty work of heaven. 311:11,150[A ]| A prince so loved at home, and feared abroad; 311:11,151[A ]| Wise as an angel, generous as a god; 311:11,152[A ]| Though calmly settled on a lofty throne, 311:11,153[A ]| Was not above the reach of envious lookers-on: 311:11,154[A ]| Which made him stand in need of heaven's high patronage, 311:11,155[A ]| (And what he needed, still he had) 311:11,156[A ]| To save his crown and person from the rage 311:11,157[A ]| Of men with too much ease grown mad. 311:11,158[A ]| Witness those plots, the faction's fruitful womb 311:11,159[A ]| So oft conceived, though still in vain, 311:11,160[A ]| Against their gracious sovereign: 311:11,161[A ]| Where often the discoverer 311:11,162[A ]| Played both the fiend and conjurer; 311:11,163[A ]| Which by heaven's care abortive still did come, 311:11,164[A ]| And added to the wonders of his reign; 311:11,165[A ]| Making his throne as fixed and glorious as his wain. 311:11,166[A ]| When lo! the prince, who seemed heaven's chief delight, 311:11,167[A ]| Its darling and its favourite, 311:11,168[A ]| His midday glories all full blown, 311:11,169[A ]| How strangely are they withered! oh! how soon! 311:11,170[A ]| But what heaven raised, heaven only can lay down. 311:11,171[A ]| Low as earth, this favourite of the most high is come; 311:11,172[A ]| And all his scattered trophies serve but to adorn his tomb. 311:11,173[A ]| But why no prodigy at all? 311:11,174[A ]| No beacon-comet fired above, 311:11,175[A ]| No monstrous births, no storms, no whale, 311:11,176[A ]| Or to presage great Charles thy fall, 311:11,177[A ]| Or to attend thy funeral? 311:11,178[A ]| Which nature's fright might show, and mankind's wonder move? 311:11,179[A ]| Why (since a wondrous star proclaimed his birth) 311:11,180[A ]| Did not as wondrous an eclipse foretell his leaving earth? 311:11,181[A ]| Must God-like kings like puny mortals die? 311:11,182[A ]| Must Charles the most august 311:11,183[A ]| Be meanly crumbled like plebeian dust? 311:11,184[A ]| Why dealest thou with thy anointed thus, O King of princes! why? 311:11,185[A ]| But while thus ravingly I spoke, 311:11,186[A ]| With a strange horror I was struck, 311:11,187[A ]| Which dimmed my eyes, loosened my joints, and chilled my blood. 311:11,188[A ]| Before me straight a visionary somewhat stood; 311:11,189[A ]| Whose form I could not well discern; 311:11,190[A ]| Perhaps the genius of the place, 311:11,191[A ]| Or some such airy image 'twas; 311:11,192[A ]| Of stature tall, clad in blue mists, his visage stern: 311:11,193[A ]| Which with an angry hollow tone 311:11,194[A ]| Thus stopped me ~~ 311:11,195@b | Shall mortal wight dare to reprove, 311:11,196@b | Or pry into affairs above? 311:11,197@b | The prince whose death you so bemoan, 311:11,198@b | Was he not the Almighty's loan? 311:11,199@b | Who only has recalled what was his own. 311:11,200@b | His awful mien and heavenly eyes, 311:11,201@b | Which made all hearts his votaries; 311:11,202@b | His soul so soft, yet truly great, 311:11,203@b | His mind so clear, and so sedate, 311:11,204@b | Proved well his extract from the skies. 311:11,205[A ]| With milder accent, and a gentler look, 311:11,206[A ]| The phantom (now less frightful) farther spoke. 311:11,207@b | Then if your much lamented king 311:11,208@b | So good and amiable was, 311:11,209@b | Why would you have some dreadful thing 311:11,210@b | The calmness of his reign deface? 311:11,211@b | Let tyrants and usurpers have 311:11,212@b | Sea monsters, and rough hurricanes, 311:11,213@b | Foretell their death, and dig their grave, 311:11,214@b | Such prodigies suit well their reigns; 311:11,215@b | Comets have still a noisy end, 311:11,216@b | But calmly does the sun descend; 311:11,217@b | Or if you must have prodigies, 311:11,218@b | Think of the nations weeping eyes, 311:11,219@b | The truest and most moving elegies: 311:11,220@b | In halcyon days your dove-like prince was born, 311:11,221@b | Which did with him return; 311:11,222@b | His realms five lusters have peace's white livery worn; 311:11,223@b | Living, he peace bestowed on every side, 311:11,224@b | Kept all in peace, and peaceably he died. 311:11,225[A ]| It scarce had spoke, when lo! a sudden thunder 311:11,226[A ]| (For such at first it did appear) 311:11,227[A ]| Shaked the thin shade asunder; 311:11,228[A ]| Which straight dissolved into its primitive air. 311:11,229[A ]| From the cold turf I quickly raised my head, 311:11,230[A ]| The city soon I reached helped with the wings of fear; 311:11,231[A ]| But my old grief and fright soon changed into new wonder: 311:11,232[A ]| When what I took for thunder's noise, 311:11,233[A ]| A second peal informed me was the cannon's roaring voice; 311:11,234[A ]| Which led me to a loyal crowd, 311:11,235[A ]| That with just triumph did proclaim 311:11,236[A ]| With joyful shouts, and acclamations loud, 311:11,237[A ]| A new king's title and imperial name. 311:11,238[A ]| Amazed at this so easy change, I said, 311:11,239@a | May this prodigious shout strike all his enemies dead; 311:11,240@a | Long, and as this day peaceful, be his reign, 311:11,241@a | And may his God-like brother live in him again. 311:11,242[A ]| Poets of old, were prophets deemed, 311:11,243[A ]| And if they now were such esteemed, 311:11,244[A ]| (And who knows but they may?) 311:11,245[A ]| If our predicting rhyme 311:11,246[A ]| May lucky omens prove to after times; 311:11,247[A ]| And, that some good may be presaged from names; 311:11,248[A ]| Then would I boldly say, 311:11,249[A ]| These realms are doubly blessed in that of James. 311:11,250[A ]| Great Britain's glory did commence 311:11,251[A ]| When the first James did to the whole give law: 311:11,252[A ]| That long white row of peaceful years our happy fathers saw. 311:11,253[A ]| The second James, by heaven's decree, 311:11,254[A ]| Will the great healer of our breaches be. 311:11,255[A ]| And as his wisdom gives our fears relief, 311:11,256[A ]| So will his mercy cure our public grief; 311:11,257[A ]| Well-skilled he is in all his royal grandsire's arts, 311:11,258[A ]| Who joined both crowns, as he will join all hearts, 311:11,259[A ]| May heaven fulfil and own the prophesy. 311:11,260[A ]| But Ireland, sure, above the rest 311:11,261[A ]| In that auspicious name is doubly blessed: 311:11,262[A ]| For while the royal James the English crown does wear, 311:11,263[A ]| And Ormond's noble James remains his viceroy there, 311:11,264[A ]| England and Ireland shall no more have cause for grief or fear. 311:12,000[' ]| <"Upon the death of our most excellent sovereign King Charles,> 311:12,000[' ]| 311:12,001[A ]| Indulgent nature has so well designed 311:12,002[A ]| The shifting scenes of tragical mankind, 311:12,003[A ]| That on the confines of the cloudiest grief 311:12,004[A ]| Breaks out a splendid joy, to give relief; 311:12,005[A ]| Lest every gust of passion should o'return 311:12,006[A ]| The unsteady vessels: thus we laugh, and mourn; 311:12,007[A ]| Our charmingest pleasures languish into pains, 311:12,008[A ]| And floods of grief, voluptuous weeping drains. 311:12,009[A ]| The thrifty gods sell their great blessings dear; 311:12,010[A ]| And Charles must vanish to let James appear: 311:12,011[A ]| Too glorious lights to shine in the same sphere. 311:00,000[' ]| 311:13,000[' ]| <"To the late Earl of Rochester..."> 311:13,001[A ]| What means this tumult in my veins, 311:13,002[A ]| These echoed groans and sympathetic pains? 311:13,003[A ]| Ah cruel Lord! why dost thou wound 311:13,004[A ]| Him whom so late thy pity found? 311:13,005[A ]| Or didst thou spare my life, that I 311:13,006[A ]| A nobler death for thee should die? 311:13,007[A ]| It is not possible, nor just, 311:13,008[A ]| The little offsprings of the dust, 311:13,009[A ]| The sun extinct should him survive, 311:13,010[A ]| By whose kind beams they're kept alive; 311:13,011[A ]| Oh! rather let me die before, 311:13,012[A ]| Perish ten thousand more 311:13,013[A ]| To spy the bounds of the undiscovered shore, 311:13,014[A ]| Though with less hopes than they, that sought the Indian ore. 311:13,015[A ]| How darest thou, bold disease, surprise 311:13,016[A ]| The joy, and glory of our eyes; 311:13,017[A ]| Mankind's delight, wit's utmost goal, 311:13,018[A ]| Heaven's masterpiece, spirit of soul: 311:13,019[A ]| We need thee not to make his fame more bright, 311:13,020[A ]| Officious death, to lesser stars required, 311:13,021[A ]| Who never shine out clear, but in thy night ~~ 311:13,022[A ]| He is all flame, all light, 311:13,023[A ]| And lives unenvied, though by all admired: 311:13,024[A ]| Free as the angels in their blessed estate, 311:13,025[A ]| What none can reach, there's none will emulate. 311:13,026[A ]| Quench fever, quench thy too presumptuous heat, 311:13,027[A ]| Tremble to ice at so august a name, 311:13,028[A ]| Or if thou needest wilt be by mischiefs great, 311:13,029[A ]| Fire on, and set the world on flame. 311:13,030[A ]| Had credulous England, fond of foreign news, 311:13,031[A ]| And from remotest parts the world above, 311:13,032[A ]| Received the Indian faith, which none else does refuse; 311:13,033[A ]| Did men believe, that after their remove 311:13,034[A ]| From earth, they should enjoy the friends they love 311:13,035[A ]| With all their wit, their rhetoric, and sense, 311:13,036[A ]| Which with immortal ease they could dispense: 311:13,037[A ]| What crowds would leap into his funeral pile, 311:13,038[A ]| London would desert, kingless be the isle; 311:13,039[A ]| The Strand instead of men, would acorns yield, 311:13,040[A ]| Whitehall a meadow be, the exchange a field. 311:14,000[' ]| <"To a great lord, inviting him to court..."> 311:14,001[A ]| Urge me not to be poorly great, 311:14,002[A ]| To steep ascents in slippery places, 311:14,003[A ]| Much less posterity to cheat 311:14,004[A ]| By histories with Janus faces; 311:14,005[A ]| Alas! I cannot act, nor write, 311:14,006[A ]| Unfit for counsel, or for fight; 311:14,007[A ]| Careless what mortal sits above, 311:14,008[A ]| I've full employment in my love; 311:14,009[A ]| I have no time for public cares, 311:14,010[A ]| Too busy still to mind such toys, 311:14,011[A ]| Dark prophecies of state affairs, 311:14,012[A ]| And future fears for present joys. 311:14,013[A ]| Divert me not from my sublimest bliss, 311:14,014[A ]| I should destroy a kingdom for a kiss. 311:14,015[A ]| Ah! my good Lord, would you not lose 311:14,016[A ]| The incomes of the golden isles? 311:14,017[A ]| Tagus his treasures, or Peru's, 311:14,018[A ]| For one of my Lycymnia's smiles? 311:14,019[A ]| When she her fragrant lips withdraws, 311:14,020[A ]| Grants and denies, 311:14,021[A ]| With scornful words, inviting eyes, 311:14,022[A ]| Nor will confine celestial joys to human laws: 311:14,023[A ]| But with her amorous thrift 311:14,024[A ]| Makes me to steal a gift. 311:14,025[A ]| Then in a sudden freakish vein 311:14,026[A ]| Invades my hungry lips again, 311:14,027[A ]| And finding there her heedless prey, 311:14,028[A ]| Sucks out my soul, and spirits it away. 311:14,029[A ]| Would you not leave the council board 311:14,030[A ]| If she passed by, and gave the word? 311:14,031[A ]| And start up in furious mood, 311:14,032[A ]| As if 'twere for the public good; 311:14,033[A ]| Quarrel with him that spoke the last, 311:14,034[A ]| And leave your well-weighed notes for haste: 311:14,035[A ]| Throw up the land to Pope, or Knox, 311:14,036[A ]| To wars, to famine, plague, or pox? 311:14,037[A ]| Rather than lose with her one minute's joy, 311:14,038[A ]| Where sight alone can fill, fruition never cloy? 311:14,039[A ]| Let others spend their slavish days, 311:14,040[A ]| Hard labourers for gaudy praise; 311:14,041[A ]| Beg of just heaven their plagues and pains, 311:14,042[A ]| Their painted joys and gilded chains: 311:14,043[A ]| And faintly smile, profoundly groan, 311:14,044[A ]| Happy in all thoughts, but their own: 311:14,045[A ]| Though all the charms of pride advise, 311:14,046[A ]| And terrors fright from earth, or skies; 311:14,047[A ]| Raped to Elysium with a strong desire, 311:14,048[A ]| Held fast in snowy snares I will expire, 311:14,049[A ]| And still kiss on, were all the world on fire. 311:15,000[' ]| <"To a perjured mistress"> 311:15,001[A ]| Falsest of fair ones, swear again, 311:15,002[A ]| And add to thy transcending store 311:15,003[A ]| Of prosperous perjuries ten thousand more. 311:15,004[A ]| Dull truth becomes thee not, it looks too plain: 311:15,005[A ]| Did heaven those mortal sins resent 311:15,006[A ]| But with some venial punishment, 311:15,007[A ]| Were the least blemish on thy face, 311:15,008[A ]| One hair, or nail out of its place, 311:15,009[A ]| I should believe, but still you rise 311:15,010[A ]| More beautiful by blasphemies; 311:15,011[A ]| By disobedience made divine, 311:15,012[A ]| The more you swear, the more you shine; 311:15,013[A ]| As if the gods had nought to do, 311:15,014[A ]| But to be wronged, and thankful too. 311:15,015[A ]| Then swear, and shine again, 311:15,016[A ]| Let each false oath augment thy lovers train, 311:15,017[A ]| And make this wonder plain, 311:15,018[A ]| That mankind never has more piety 311:15,019[A ]| Than when they least believe their deity. 311:00,000[' ]|