511:00,000@@@@@| 511:00,000[' ]| 511:00,000[' ]| 511:00,000[' ]| 511:00,000[' ]| 511:00,000[' ]| 511:00,000[' ]| 511:00,000[' ]| 511:00,000[' ]| 511:00,000[' ]| 511:00,000[' ]| 511:00,000[' ]| 511:01,000@@@@@| 511:01,000[' ]| 511:01,000[' ]| 511:01,001[A ]| What though it has been the Genius of this Age, 511:01,002[A ]| Tame Pegasus to$9$ fetter on$4$ the Stage; 511:01,003[A ]| To$9$ imprison in$4$ close Rhymes, well-governed Rage? 511:01,004[A ]| Alas it is easier much for$4$ them in$4$ France, 511:01,005[A ]| The English do but Walk when Frenchmen Dance, 511:01,006[A ]| Rhyme comes to$4$ them by$4$ Nature, Wit by$4$ Chance. 511:01,007[A ]| Rhyme is a cheating Vapour, which$6#1$ unseen 511:01,008[A ]| Ill Poets, like$4$ ill Spirits, pass between 511:01,009[A ]| To$4$ good Wits but a shade, to$4$ bad a Screen. 511:01,010[A ]| Then since our Heroes roused with French Alarms, 511:01,011[A ]| Have beat the Monsieurs at their own slight arms, 511:01,012[A ]| With lofty Sense, in$4$ Verses jingling Charms. 511:01,013[A ]| Our Poet hopes you will$1$ not expect today, 511:01,014[A ]| To$9$ have all his downright thoughts dressed up$5$ so$5#1$ gay, 511:01,015[A ]| If his Coin chinks too much, you will$1$ doubt allay. 511:01,016[A ]| But oh! the hungry Critic longs to$9$ bait 511:01,017[A ]| And thinks, like$4$ Men on$4$ Scaffolds, we Dilate 511:01,018[A ]| Preaching to$9$ stop irrevocable Fate. 511:01,019[A ]| Lean Wit! who$6#1$ like$4$ some indigesting Eater 511:01,020[A ]| With Wolf in$4$ his Stomach, preys on$4$ all fresh Matter 511:01,021[A ]| By$4$ his ungrateful Gut, never made the fatter. 511:01,022[A ]| No$7$, no$7$, our Author hopes you will$1$ excuse 511:01,023[A ]| The yielding parleys of his Virgin Muse 511:01,024[A ]| Who$6#1$ learns to$9$ Court, practising to$9$ refuse. 511:01,025[A ]| For$3$ Modesty is the Daughter of Desire 511:01,026[A ]| An Artificial Ice that$6#1$ is made by$4$ Fire. 511:01,027[A ]| That$6#1$ does at first deny, at last require. 511:01,028[A ]| Pardon the strugglings of his Maiden Pen. 511:01,029[A ]| Embrace her brusquely, the first time, and then 511:01,030[A ]| She will$1$ never leave you, until you do it again. 511:02,000@@@@@| 511:02,000[' ]| 511:02,001[A ]| Let us turn Usurers of Time, 511:02,002[A ]| And not misspend an hour; 511:02,003[A ]| The present, not the future is in$4$ our power. 511:02,004[A ]| To$9$ think to$9$ spend what is not our own is a Crime. 511:02,005[A ]| He whose soft life is in$4$ mirth possessed, 511:02,006[A ]| Enjoys his time with interest. 511:02,007[A ]| Love, and a Muse, 511:02,008[A ]| Brings Use on$4$ Use; 511:02,009[A ]| For$3$ Money is but the Slave, and Time the Measure, 511:02,010[A ]| And Wit the Handmaid, Love the Queen of Pleasure. 511:03,000@@@@@| 511:03,000[' ]| 511:03,001[A ]| Cupid, I scorn to$9$ beg the Art 511:03,002[A ]| From thy imaginary Throne, 511:03,003[A ]| To$9$ learn to$9$ wound another's Heart, 511:03,004[A ]| Or how to$9$ heal my own. 511:03,005[A ]| If she be coy, My Airy Mind 511:03,006[A ]| Brooks not a Siege: if she be kind, 511:03,007[A ]| She proves my Scorn, that$6#1$ was my Wonder, 511:03,008[A ]| For$3$ Towns that$6#1$ yield I hate to$9$ plunder. 511:03,009[A ]| Love is a Game, Hearts are the Prize: 511:03,010[A ]| Pride keeps the Stakes, Art throws the Dice. 511:03,011[A ]| When either is won 511:03,012[A ]| The Game is done. 511:03,013[A ]| Love is a coward, hunts the flying Prey; 511:03,014[A ]| But, when it once stands still, Love runs away. 511:04,000@@@@@| 511:04,000[' ]| 511:04,001[A ]| Take, Hero, take 511:04,002[A ]| The Presents, Wealth and Beauty make: 511:04,003[A ]| There is nothing else, that$6#1$ Mortals know 511:04,004[A ]| Is worth receiving here below. 511:04,005[A ]| Time runs, Love flies. 511:04,006[A ]| He that$6#1$ thinks least, is the most wise; 511:04,007[A ]| And Fortune ever did approve 511:04,008[A ]| A present Wit in$4$ War, or Love. 511:04,009[A ]| Stay, Hero, stay: 511:04,010[A ]| The Gods grow envious at thy Prey. 511:04,011[A ]| Or steal what is rare 511:04,012[A ]| In$4$ haste; for$3$ Heaven does seldom care, 511:04,013[A ]| Love and Ambition should conspire 511:04,014[A ]| Mortals to$9$ please in$4$ one desire. 511:05,000@@@@@| 511:05,000[' ]| 511:05,001@w | Prepare, prepare, To$9$ turn thyself to$4$ Air. 511:05,002@w | An injured Turk, made fiercer by$4$ the shades, 511:05,003@w | Thy life invades. 511:05,004@w | Stay, Achmet, stay: For$3$ I will$1$ share the Prey. 511:05,005@w | The Blood of Man is too sweet. As thou drankst mine, 511:05,006@w | I will$1$ quaff off thine. 511:05,007@x | Heroic Dust, Be not Unjust; 511:05,008@x | Each Mussleman, that$6#1$ his vile hands have slain, 511:05,009@x | A piece obtain. 511:05,010@x | By$4$ Pluto set, we draw Terrestrial breath, 511:05,011@x | And offer thee too fair, or Love or Death. 511:06,000@@@@@| 511:06,000[' ]| 511:06,001[A ]| How Happy is our Fate, 511:06,002[A ]| To$9$ live thus in$4$ State, 511:06,003[A ]| With our Guards at our Gate! 511:06,004[A ]| None can have access 511:06,005[A ]| But must Court and Address 511:06,006[A ]| And their business confess: 511:06,007[A ]| Then take off thy Glass on$4$ thy dutiful Knee, 511:06,008[A ]| For$3$ Princes are Prisoners as well as we. 511:07,000@@@@@| 511:07,000[' ]| 511:07,000[' ]| 511:07,001[A ]| Greatness, I give thee my my excuse, 511:07,002[A ]| For$4$ thee I have no$2$ leisure; 511:07,003[A ]| Nor care what Business can produce, 511:07,004[A ]| For$3$ Life is too short for$4$ Pleasure: 511:07,005[A ]| Count Griefs, Diseases, Love's disdains, 511:07,006[A ]| What need these Artificial Pains? 511:07,007[A ]| Nature invites us to$4$ a Treat, 511:07,008[A ]| And gives us but short time to$9$ stay; 511:07,009[A ]| While Coxcombs Carve, and Wise Men eat, 511:07,010[A ]| Death, the close Waiter, takes away. 511:07,011[A ]| Count Griefs, &c. 511:08,000@@@@@| 511:08,000[' ]| 511:08,001[A ]| Reason and Time had once agreed, 511:08,002[A ]| My Heart from Loving should be freed; 511:08,003[A ]| But Cupid swore, he would lay a Snare 511:08,004[A ]| Should catch my Reason, Time repair. 511:08,005[A ]| Sylvia appeared with all the Charms 511:08,006[A ]| And Witchcrafts of a Face, 511:08,007[A ]| Able to$9$ do all Mankind harms, 511:08,008[A ]| And Womankind disgrace. 511:08,009[A ]| Reason straight fled, Time would have stayed, 511:08,010[A ]| Mistaking for$4$ the Sun, 511:08,011[A ]| The glories of the brighter Maid, 511:08,012[A ]| By$4$ those his course to$9$ run. 511:08,013[A ]| Jove saw, and feared some strange surprise, 511:08,014[A ]| Lest all the World should be 511:08,015[A ]| Immortal made by$4$ her bright Eyes, 511:08,016[A ]| And Scorn his Deity: 511:08,017[A ]| So$3$ time was forced to$9$ fly, old Age remain; 511:08,018[A ]| But, Ah! poor Reason never came back again. 511:09,000@@@@@| 511:09,000[' ]| 511:09,001[A ]| The sleeping Thames one morn I crossed, 511:09,002[A ]| By$4$ two contending Charons tossed, 511:09,003[A ]| I landed and I found 511:09,004[A ]| By$4$ one of Neptune's juggling tricks, 511:09,005[A ]| Enchanted Thames was turned to$4$ Styx, 511:09,006[A ]| Lambeth the Elysian ground. 511:09,007[A ]| The dirty linkboy of the day, 511:09,008[A ]| To$9$ make himself more fresh and gay, 511:09,009[A ]| Had spent five hours, and more; 511:09,010[A ]| Scarce had he combed and curled his hair, 511:09,011[A ]| When out there comes a brighter fair, 511:09,012[A ]| Eclipsed him over and over. 511:09,013[A ]| The dazzled boy would have retired, 511:09,014[A ]| But durst not because he was hired, 511:09,015[A ]| To$9$ light the purblind skies: 511:09,016[A ]| But all on$4$ Earth will$1$ swear and say, 511:09,017[A ]| They saw no$2$ other sun that$6#2$ day, 511:09,018[A ]| Nor heaven but in$4$ her eyes. 511:09,019[A ]| Her starry eyes both warm and shine, 511:09,020[A ]| And her dark brows do them enshrine 511:09,021[A ]| Like$4$ love's triumphal arch: 511:09,022[A ]| Their firmament is red and white, 511:09,023[A ]| Whilst the other heaven is but bedight 511:09,024[A ]| With indigo and starch. 511:09,025[A ]| Her face a civil war had bred 511:09,026[A ]| Between the white rose and the red: 511:09,027[A ]| Then troops of blushes came 511:09,028[A ]| And charged the white with might and main, 511:09,029[A ]| But stoutly were repulsed again, 511:09,030[A ]| Retreating back with shame. 511:09,031[A ]| Long was the war, and sharp the fight; 511:09,032[A ]| It lasted dubious until night, 511:09,033[A ]| Which$6#1$ would to$4$ the other yield: 511:09,034[A ]| At last the armies both stood still, 511:09,035[A ]| And left the bridegroom at his will$0$, 511:09,036[A ]| The pillage of the field. 511:09,037[A ]| But oh such spoils! which$6#1$, to$9$ compare, 511:09,038[A ]| A throne is but a rotten chair, 511:09,039[A ]| And sceptres are but sticks: 511:09,040[A ]| The crown itself, it were but a bonnet, 511:09,041[A ]| If her possession lay upon$4$ it, 511:09,042[A ]| What prince would not here fix? 511:09,043[A ]| Heaven's masterpiece, divinest frame, 511:09,044[A ]| That$6#1$ ever was spoke of yet by$4$ fame, 511:09,045[A ]| Rich nature's utmost stage; 511:09,046[A ]| The harvest of all former years, 511:09,047[A ]| The past's disgrace, the future's fears, 511:09,048[A ]| And glory of this age. 511:09,049[A ]| Thus to$4$ the Parson's shop they trade, 511:09,050[A ]| And a slight bargain there is made, 511:09,051[A ]| To$9$ make him her supreme: 511:09,052[A ]| The angels perched about her light, 511:09,053[A ]| And saints themselves had appetite, 511:09,054[A ]| ~~ But I will$1$ not blaspheme. 511:09,055[A ]| The parson did his conscience ask 511:09,056[A ]| If he were fit for$4$ such a task, 511:09,057[A ]| And could perform his duty? 511:09,058[A ]| Then straight the man put on$5$ the ring, 511:09,059[A ]| The emblem of another thing, 511:09,060[A ]| When strength is joined to$4$ beauty. 511:09,061[A ]| A modest cloud her face invades, 511:09,062[A ]| And wraps it up$5$ in$4$ sarsnet shades, 511:09,063[A ]| While thus they mingle hands; 511:09,064[A ]| And then she was obliged to$9$ say 511:09,065[A ]| Those bugbear words, Love and Obey, 511:09,066[A ]| But meant her own commands. 511:09,067[A ]| The envious maids looked round about 511:09,068[A ]| To$9$ see what one would take them out, 511:09,069[A ]| To$9$ terminate their pains; 511:09,070[A ]| For$3$ though they covet, and are cross, 511:09,071[A ]| Yet still they value more one loss, 511:09,072[A ]| Than many thousand gains. 511:09,073[A ]| Knights of the garter two were called, 511:09,074[A ]| Knights of the shoe-string two installed, 511:09,075[A ]| And all were bound by$4$ oath, 511:09,076[A ]| No$2$ further than the knee to$9$ pass; 511:09,077[A ]| But oh! the squire of the body was 511:09,078[A ]| A better place than both. 511:09,079[A ]| A tedious feast protracts the time, 511:09,080[A ]| For$3$ eating now was but a crime, 511:09,081[A ]| And all that$6#1$ interposed; 511:09,082[A ]| For$3$ like$4$ two duellists they stood, 511:09,083[A ]| Panting for$4$ one another's blood, 511:09,084[A ]| And longing till they closed. 511:09,085[A ]| Then came the jovial music in$5$, 511:09,086[A ]| And many a merry violin, 511:09,087[A ]| That$6#2$ life and soul of legs: 511:09,088[A ]| The impatient bridegroom would not stay; 511:09,089@x | Good sir, 511:09,089[A ]| cried they, 511:09,089@x | what man can play 511:09,090@x | Till he has wound up$5$ his pegs? 511:09,091[A ]| But then he dances till he reels, 511:09,092[A ]| For$3$ love and joy had winged his heels, 511:09,093[A ]| And puts the hours to$4$ flight: 511:09,094[A ]| He leaped and skipped, and seemed to$9$ say, 511:09,095@b | Come boys, I will$1$ drive away the day, 511:09,096@b | And shake away the night. 511:09,097[A ]| The lovely bride with murdering arts 511:09,098[A ]| Walks round, and brandishes her darts, 511:09,099[A ]| To$9$ give the deeper wound: 511:09,100[A ]| Her beauteous fabric with such grace 511:09,101[A ]| Ensnares a heart at every pace, 511:09,102[A ]| And kills at each rebound. 511:09,103[A ]| She glides as if there were no$2$ ground, 511:09,104[A ]| And slyly draws her nets around, 511:09,105[A ]| Her limetwigs are her kisses: 511:09,106[A ]| Then makes a curtsy with a glance, 511:09,107[A ]| And strikes each lover in$4$ a trance, 511:09,108[A ]| That$6#2$ arrow never misses. 511:09,109[A ]| Thus have I oft a hobby seen, 511:09,110[A ]| Daring of larks over a green, 511:09,111[A ]| His fierce occasion tarry; 511:09,112[A ]| Dances about them as they fly, 511:09,113[A ]| And gives them sport before they die, 511:09,114[A ]| Then stoops and kills the quarry. 511:09,115[A ]| Her sweat like$4$ honey-drops did fall, 511:09,116[A ]| And stings of beauty pierced us all, 511:09,117[A ]| Her shape was so$5#1$ exact: 511:09,118[A ]| Of wax she seemed framed alive; 511:09,119[A ]| But had her gown too been a hive, 511:09,120[A ]| How bees had thither flocked! 511:09,121[A ]| Thus envious time prolonged the day, 511:09,122[A ]| And stretched the prologue to$4$ the play, 511:09,123[A ]| Long stopped the sluggish watch: 511:09,124[A ]| At last a voice came from above, 511:09,125[A ]| Which$6#1$ called the bridegroom, and his love, 511:09,126[A ]| To$9$ consummate the match. 511:09,127[A ]| But (as if heaven would it retard) 511:09,128[A ]| A banquet comes like$4$ the night-guard, 511:09,129[A ]| Which$6#1$ stayed them half the night: 511:09,130[A ]| The bridegroom then with his men retired; 511:09,131[A ]| The train was laying to$9$ be fired, 511:09,132[A ]| He went his match to$9$ light. 511:09,133[A ]| When he returned, his hopes were crowned, 511:09,134[A ]| An angel in$4$ the bed he found, 511:09,135[A ]| So$5#1$ glorious was her face: 511:09,136[A ]| Amazed he stopped ~~ but then, quoth he, 511:09,137@b | Though it is an angel, it is a she, 511:09,138[A ]| And leaped into his place. 511:09,139[A ]| Thus lay the man with heaven in$4$ his arms, 511:09,140[A ]| Blessed with a thousand pleasing charms, 511:09,141[A ]| In$4$ raptures of delight; 511:09,142[A ]| Reaping at once, and sowing joys, 511:09,143[A ]| For$3$ beauty's manna never cloys, 511:09,144[A ]| Nor fills the appetite. 511:09,145[A ]| But what was done, sure was not more, 511:09,146[A ]| Than that$6#2$ which$6#1$ had been done before, 511:09,147[A ]| When she herself was made; 511:09,148[A ]| Something was lost, which$6#1$ none found out, 511:09,149[A ]| And he that$6#1$ had it could not show it, 511:09,150[A ]| Sure it is a juggling trade. 511:10,000@@@@@| 511:10,000[' ]| <"A Panegyric to the King's most excellent Majesty"> 511:10,001[A ]| Great sir, fame's darling, favourite of time, 511:10,002[A ]| Now fortune's credit, as you was her crime, 511:10,003[A ]| To$9$ see you here, and tyranny expired, 511:10,004[A ]| Who$6#2$ could have hoped, who$6#2$ could not have desired? 511:10,005[A ]| Thus when a blasted April-bud has lost, 511:10,006[A ]| Its proper season by$4$ untimely frost, 511:10,007[A ]| If we again in$4$ winter see it sprout, 511:10,008[A ]| Our startled reason puts our sense in$4$ doubt: 511:10,009[A ]| Your crown's once withered flowers though now you bear, 511:10,010[A ]| Our joys can scarce divest habitual fear, 511:10,011[A ]| And we are like$4$ those who$6#1$ coming out of night 511:10,012[A ]| At first are blinded with too great a light. 511:10,013[A ]| Fortune sometimes makes use of good deceits, 511:10,014[A ]| Despair and hope were ever equal cheats. 511:10,015[A ]| As when the encountering rain and hail and snow 511:10,016[A ]| With cloudy brows do threaten us below, 511:10,017[A ]| Whilst they contest and jostle in$4$ the sky, 511:10,018[A ]| And still their self-opposings keep us dry, 511:10,019[A ]| A north-wind comes and blows them all away, 511:10,020[A ]| And re-invests the monarch of the day: 511:10,021[A ]| So$3$ when your meteor rebels raised by$4$ you 511:10,022[A ]| Had you obscured, and in$4$ their gloomy crew 511:10,023[A ]| Tempestuous mischiefs had designed to$9$ pour 511:10,024[A ]| Upon$4$ our heads, their quarrels stopped the shower, 511:10,025[A ]| Then Boreas made our air thus pure and thin, 511:10,026[A ]| The same wind blew you out, and blew you in$5$. 511:10,027[A ]| Nature is improved as well as is the nation, 511:10,028[A ]| Our seas have after storms no$2$ agitation, 511:10,029[A ]| But smooth and even like$4$ your Royal mind 511:10,030[A ]| They keep their bounds by$4$ God and you assigned. 511:10,031[A ]| No$2$ libellers can tax such times as these, 511:10,032[A ]| Those men that$6#1$ kill in$4$ Vizards whom they please; 511:10,033[A ]| Nor giddy tumults to$4$ your palace swarm, 511:10,034[A ]| Leaping, like$4$ porpoises, before a storm. 511:10,035[A ]| Your well-composed harmonious actions keep 511:10,036[A ]| Wonder awake, and envy lay asleep; 511:10,037[A ]| And though the sea, our guardian, us immure, 511:10,038[A ]| Your inland virtues make us more secure. 511:10,039[A ]| Let men rejoice at this mysterious hour, 511:10,040[A ]| That$3$ mercy can enslave them more than power. 511:10,041[A ]| Your birth entitles you unto our throne; 511:10,042[A ]| But hearts by$4$ conquest, you have made your own. 511:10,043[A ]| Live and improve in$4$ might, possessing still 511:10,044[A ]| Unbridled power, that$6#1$ has a bridled will$0$. 511:10,045[A ]| Distinguish men, and make your friends to$9$ feel 511:10,046[A ]| Their spleens are cured with gold, your foes with steel. 511:10,047[A ]| A king that$6#1$ stoops to$4$ subjects when they frown, 511:10,048[A ]| Gives them the advantage-ground to$9$ reach his crown. 511:10,049[A ]| Thus when the humble sun the pole draws near, 511:10,050[A ]| And creeps upon$4$ the earth for$4$ half a year, 511:10,051[A ]| His low familiar beams that$6#1$ warm not them, 511:10,052[A ]| Make men the glow-worm planet to$9$ contemn; 511:10,053[A ]| But when ascending both in$4$ height and power, 511:10,054[A ]| He over their heads does more directly tower, 511:10,055[A ]| And with his rays can warm, and scorch, and fire, 511:10,056[A ]| Then men with pleasure, and with fear admire. 511:11,000@@@@@| 511:11,000[' ]| <"A pindaric ode on the sacred memory of our late gracious sovereign> 511:11,000[' ]| 511:11,001[A ]| As distant thunder in$4$ a rolling cloud, 511:11,002[A ]| First murmurs inwardly, then roars aloud, 511:11,003[A ]| Over the amazed and listening crowd, 511:11,004[A ]| Till the dread clap frights every mortal ear, 511:11,005[A ]| Too weak heaven's angry voice to$9$ bear; 511:11,006[A ]| Such was the sad distracting news 511:11,007[A ]| Which$6#1$ February's fatal Ides did bring, 511:11,008[A ]| The dangerous sickness of our best-loved King, 511:11,009[A ]| That$6#1$ pierced the soul and did the mind amaze: 511:11,010[A ]| Trembling with painful doubt we wait 511:11,011[A ]| To$9$ know what the next messenger will$1$ say, 511:11,012[A ]| And all the while we weep, and all the while we pray; 511:11,013[A ]| When suddenly Death's herald spoke the dreadful fate, 511:11,014[A ]| (Alas! the miserable day!) 511:11,015[A ]| The news too sad to$9$ hear, too killing to$9$ repeat! 511:11,016[A ]| Horror and cries fill all around, 511:11,017[A ]| Distracted looks, and throbbing hearts, 511:11,018[A ]| In$4$ every dismal place are found; 511:11,019[A ]| And hideous grounds do echo from all parts. 511:11,020[A ]| Frightened with what I saw and heard; 511:11,021[A ]| But ah, much more with what I feared: 511:11,022[A ]| The blasted city soon I left; 511:11,023[A ]| And, as of reason quite bereft, 511:11,024[A ]| I wildly roamed about to$9$ seek some place 511:11,025[A ]| Less doleful than the city was; 511:11,026[A ]| Where without partners, without lookers on$5$, 511:11,027[A ]| I might enjoy my grief alone, 511:11,028[A ]| And for$4$ a little space 511:11,029[A ]| Might lay the weighty burden of my sorrows down. 511:11,030[A ]| And long I had not roved about, 511:11,031[A ]| Before an approved retirement I found out; 511:11,032[A ]| Ruins, that$6#1$ to$4$ religion sacred were of yore; 511:11,033[A ]| Nor now less venerable than heretofore: 511:11,034[A ]| Where all things did my melancholy fancy please; 511:11,035[A ]| Murmuring waters, awful cliffs and withered trees: 511:11,036[A ]| Where cheerful birds never sing, nor ever blows gentle breeze: 511:11,037[A ]| Nor any beast, nor human face, 511:11,038[A ]| Was to$9$ be seen upon$4$ the lonely place. 511:11,039[A ]| To$4$ this forlorn and uncouth seat, 511:11,040[A ]| I, softly with my load of grief, retreat: 511:11,041[A ]| Where every rock and every tree 511:11,042[A ]| Would (I knew) condole with me; 511:11,043[A ]| Only stern fate would unrelenting be. 511:11,044[A ]| Thus then with many a tear and groan 511:11,045[A ]| My dead, my sacred prince I did bemoan. 511:11,046@a | Charles, the merciful and good! 511:11,047@a | Charles, the flower of princely blood! 511:11,048@a | Of all we earthly gods do call, 511:11,049@a | Charles, the most beloved of all! 511:11,050@a | Our hearts' delight, joy of our eyes; 511:11,051@a | And whom not we alone did prize, 511:11,052@a | Through the whole universe his glory flies. 511:11,053@a | Even nations strangers to$4$ our faith and God, 511:11,054@a | Had heard his wondrous fame, 511:11,055@a | Revered his awful name, 511:11,056@a | And eastern princes dazzled with his bright renown, 511:11,057@a | Which$6#1$ did so$5#1$ much eclipse their own, 511:11,058@a | Sent their ambassadors abroad 511:11,059@a | To$9$ court the favour of this second Solomon; 511:11,060@a | Of him to$9$ learn the royal art 511:11,061@a | To$9$ govern and secure their people's heart, 511:11,062@a | While Christendom from every part 511:11,063@a | Did to$4$ his well known justice still appeal, 511:11,064@a | Whose word and wisdom ever turned the scale. 511:11,065@a | He that$6#1$ can tell the drops of rain, 511:11,066@a | That$6#1$ in$4$ April's month do fall, 511:11,067@a | (Or his sad subjects' tears can count, 511:11,068@a | Which$6#1$ to$4$ a greater number mount) 511:11,069@a | May reckon up$5$ his glories, but not all, 511:11,070@a | (For$3$ that$6#2$ essay would be in$4$ vain) 511:11,071@a | Which$6#1$ did adorn his life and consecrate his reign; 511:11,072@a | Great lord of wit, patron of arts he was, 511:11,073@a | Learning's strong Atlas, Poetry's best friend; 511:11,074@a | Crowned with each ray, and blessed with every grace, 511:11,075@a | That$6#1$ could a prince adorn or recommend. 511:11,076@a | But if in$4$ aught he did himself excel, 511:11,077@a | It was in$4$ his boundless clemency! 511:11,078@a | In$4$ which$6#1$ he seemed heaven's parallel; 511:11,079@a | Nay, his was of that$6#2$ vast extent, 511:11,080@a | That$3$ oft he pardoned the impenitent. 511:11,081@a | But as ten thousand scattered rays 511:11,082@a | By$4$ art are made to$9$ centre in$4$ one glass, 511:11,083@a | So$3$ all the tenderness and love 511:11,084@a | Which$6#1$ in$4$ his heart did to$4$ his subjects move, 511:11,085@a | First on$4$ his royal brother fell, and through him did pass. 511:11,086@a | Not fearing loss of empire, or of life, 511:11,087@a | When high born James was with his foes at strife; 511:11,088@a | When saucy, factious senates menaced high, 511:11,089@a | And blushed not to$9$ decry 511:11,090@a | The crown's just heir and truest friend to$4$ monarchy; 511:11,091@a | Our King close to$4$ his brother's interest stood, 511:11,092@a | And stemmed the impetuous flood: 511:11,093@a | To$4$ the dire project soon he put an end, 511:11,094@a | And showed himself not more a monarch, than a friend. 511:11,095@a | Friendship like$4$ this the world did never know, 511:11,096@a | Save what the King of heaven did show, 511:11,097@a | Who$6#1$ for$4$ our sakes, descending here below, 511:11,098@a | Ceased to$9$ be happy, that$3$ we might be so$5#2$. 511:11,099@a | How dear to$4$ heaven its champion was, our prince, 511:11,100@a | (Who$6#1$ did so$5#1$ well defend the crown 511:11,101@a | And faith which$6#1$ he received from thence, 511:11,102@a | The public weal preferring to$4$ his own) 511:11,103@a | Let the long chain of miracles convince, 511:11,104@a | Though fiends and fiend-like men combined in$4$ one, 511:11,105@a | That$6#1$ destined, brought, and kept him on$4$ his throne; 511:11,106@a | Witness that$6#2$ shining herald, sent 511:11,107@a | To$9$ tell the world of his illustrious birth, 511:11,108@a | As if kind heaven had hereby meant 511:11,109@a | Another God is born on$4$ Earth! 511:11,110@a | At noon we saw the new born star 511:11,111@a | Shine on$4$ his infant brother here, 511:11,112@a | With a mild aspect, yet so$5#1$ bright and clear, 511:11,113@a | As did outvie the midday sun, 511:11,114@a | As far as he himself all other kings has done. 511:11,115@a | But when rebellion black and dire 511:11,116@a | Had harassed long his God-like sire; 511:11,117@a | Whose life it barbarously took away, 511:11,118@a | Of all things great and holy made a prey; 511:11,119@a | And turned three kingdoms into one Aceldama: 511:11,120@a | Our late (ah wretched word!) our heaven-loved king, 511:11,121@a | Kind providence did wondrously convey, 511:11,122@a | And sheltered him beneath its wing, 511:11,123@a | From all the ills which$6#1$ war and chance, 511:11,124@a | And treasons blacker than the night 511:11,125@a | Did long against his sacred life advance, 511:11,126@a | Witness his happy escape from Worcester's bloody fight, 511:11,127@a | Where hovering angels with their mighty shield 511:11,128@a | Saved him from all the hazards of that$6#2$ dreadful field; 511:11,129@a | And their important charge, by$4$ ways unknown, conveyed, 511:11,130@a | And in$4$ a neighbouring friendly shade, 511:11,131@a | Where sturdy oaks stretched out their arms on$4$ high 511:11,132@a | (Oh shame to$4$ man's barbarity!) 511:11,133@a | To$9$ shelter and receive distressed majesty: 511:11,134@a | Witness O Boscobel, thy monumental tree. 511:11,135@a | From thence through dangers numberless, 511:11,136@a | In$4$ mighty wants and deep distress 511:11,137@a | At home, abroad, by$4$ land and seas 511:11,138@a | (As once his high famed ancestor, the wandering Trojan prince) 511:11,139@a | By$4$ many a wondrous providence, 511:11,140@a | During his nine years exile hence, 511:11,141@a | Heaven its regard of him did evidence, 511:11,142@a | When human force could do no$2$ more, and when 511:11,143@a | Our dying hopes could ebb no$2$ lower, 511:11,144@a | Did by$4$ a turn miraculous restore 511:11,145@a | Our king to$4$ us, us to$4$ our king again. 511:11,146@a | To$9$ bring which$6#1$ blessed work to$9$ pass, 511:11,147@a | Neither man's power nor policy had place; 511:11,148@a | No$2$ contract made, nor blows were given; 511:11,149@a | The astonished world saw it was the mighty work of heaven. 511:11,150@a | A prince so$5#1$ loved at home, and feared abroad; 511:11,151@a | Wise as an angel, generous as a god; 511:11,152@a | Though calmly settled on$4$ a lofty throne, 511:11,153@a | Was not above the reach of envious lookers-on: 511:11,154@a | Which$6#1$ made him stand in$4$ need of heaven's high patronage, 511:11,155@a | (And what he needed, still he had) 511:11,156@a | To$9$ save his crown and person from the rage 511:11,157@a | Of men with too much ease grown mad. 511:11,158@a | Witness those plots, the faction's fruitful womb 511:11,159@a | So$5#1$ oft conceived, though still in$4$ vain, 511:11,160@a | Against their gracious sovereign: 511:11,161@a | Where often the discoverer 511:11,162@a | Played both the fiend and conjurer; 511:11,163@a | Which$6#1$ by$4$ heaven's care abortive still did come, 511:11,164@a | And added to$4$ the wonders of his reign; 511:11,165@a | Making his throne as fixed and glorious as his wain. 511:11,166@a | When lo! the prince, who$6#1$ seemed heaven's chief delight, 511:11,167@a | Its darling and its favourite, 511:11,168@a | His midday glories all full blown, 511:11,169@a | How strangely are they withered! oh! how soon! 511:11,170@a | But what heaven raised, heaven only can lay down. 511:11,171@a | Low as earth, this favourite of the most high is come; 511:11,172@a | And all his scattered trophies serve but to$9$ adorn his tomb. 511:11,173@a | But why no$2$ prodigy at all? 511:11,174@a | No$2$ beacon-comet fired above, 511:11,175@a | No$2$ monstrous births, no$2$ storms, no$2$ whale, 511:11,176@a | Or to$9$ presage great Charles thy fall, 511:11,177@a | Or to$9$ attend thy funeral? 511:11,178@a | Which$6#1$ nature's fright might show, and mankind's wonder move? 511:11,179@a | Why (since a wondrous star proclaimed his birth) 511:11,180@a | Did not as wondrous an eclipse foretell his leaving earth? 511:11,181@a | Must God-like kings like$4$ puny mortals die? 511:11,182@a | Must Charles the most august 511:11,183@a | Be meanly crumbled like$4$ plebeian dust? 511:11,184@a | Why dealest thou with thy anointed thus, O King of princes! why? 511:11,185[A ]| But while thus ravingly I spoke, 511:11,186[A ]| With a strange horror I was struck, 511:11,187[A ]| Which$6#1$ dimmed my eyes, loosened my joints, and chilled my blood. 511:11,188[A ]| Before me straight a visionary somewhat stood; 511:11,189[A ]| Whose form I could not well discern; 511:11,190[A ]| Perhaps the genius of the place, 511:11,191[A ]| Or some such airy image it was; 511:11,192[A ]| Of stature tall, clad in$4$ blue mists, his visage stern: 511:11,193[A ]| Which$6#1$ with an angry hollow tone 511:11,194[A ]| Thus stopped me ~~ 511:11,195@b | Shall mortal wight dare to$9$ reprove, 511:11,196@b | Or pry into affairs above? 511:11,197@b | The prince whose death you so$5#1$ bemoan, 511:11,198@b | Was he not the Almighty's loan? 511:11,199@b | Who$6#1$ only has recalled what was his own. 511:11,200@b | His awful mien and heavenly eyes, 511:11,201@b | Which$6#1$ made all hearts his votaries; 511:11,202@b | His soul so$5#1$ soft, yet truly great, 511:11,203@b | His mind so$5#1$ clear, and so$5#1$ sedate, 511:11,204@b | Proved well his extract from the skies. 511:11,205[A ]| With milder accent, and a gentler look, 511:11,206[A ]| The phantom (now less frightful) farther spoke. 511:11,207@b | Then if your much lamented king 511:11,208@b | So$5#1$ good and amiable was, 511:11,209@b | Why would you have some dreadful thing 511:11,210@b | The calmness of his reign deface? 511:11,211@b | Let tyrants and usurpers have 511:11,212@b | Sea monsters, and rough hurricanes, 511:11,213@b | Foretell their death, and dig their grave, 511:11,214@b | Such prodigies suit well their reigns; 511:11,215@b | Comets have still a noisy end, 511:11,216@b | But calmly does the sun descend; 511:11,217@b | Or if you must have prodigies, 511:11,218@b | Think of the nation's weeping eyes, 511:11,219@b | The truest and most moving elegies: 511:11,220@b | In$4$ halcyon days your dove-like prince was born, 511:11,221@b | Which$6#1$ did with him return; 511:11,222@b | His realms five lusters have peace's white livery worn; 511:11,223@b | Living, he peace bestowed on$4$ every side, 511:11,224@b | Kept all in$4$ peace, and peaceably he died. 511:11,225[A ]| It scarce had spoke, when lo! a sudden thunder 511:11,226[A ]| (For$3$ such at first it did appear) 511:11,227[A ]| Shaked the thin shade asunder; 511:11,228[A ]| Which$6#1$ straight dissolved into its primitive air. 511:11,229[A ]| From the cold turf I quickly raised my head, 511:11,230[A ]| The city soon I reached helped with the wings of fear; 511:11,231[A ]| But my old grief and fright soon changed into new wonder: 511:11,232[A ]| When what I took for$4$ thunder's noise, 511:11,233[A ]| A second peal informed me was the cannon's roaring voice; 511:11,234[A ]| Which$6#1$ led me to$4$ a loyal crowd, 511:11,235[A ]| That$6#1$ with just triumph did proclaim 511:11,236[A ]| With joyful shouts, and acclamations loud, 511:11,237[A ]| A new king's title and imperial name. 511:11,238[A ]| Amazed at this so$5#1$ easy change, I said, 511:11,239@a | May this prodigious shout strike all his enemies dead; 511:11,240@a | Long, and as this day peaceful, be his reign, 511:11,241@a | And may his God-like brother live in$4$ him again. 511:11,242[A ]| Poets of old, were prophets deemed, 511:11,243[A ]| And if they now were such esteemed, 511:11,244[A ]| (And who$6#2$ knows but they may?) 511:11,245[A ]| If our predicting rhyme 511:11,246[A ]| May lucky omens prove to$4$ after times; 511:11,247[A ]| And, that$3$ some good may be presaged from names; 511:11,248[A ]| Then would I boldly say, 511:11,249[A ]| These realms are doubly blessed in$4$ that$6#2$ of James. 511:11,250[A ]| Great Britain's glory did commence 511:11,251[A ]| When the first James did to$4$ the whole give law: 511:11,252[A ]| That$6#2$ long white row of peaceful years our happy fathers saw. 511:11,253[A ]| The second James, by$4$ heaven's decree, 511:11,254[A ]| Will$1$ the great healer of our breaches be. 511:11,255[A ]| And as his wisdom gives our fears relief, 511:11,256[A ]| So$3$ will$1$ his mercy cure our public grief; 511:11,257[A ]| Well-skilled he is in$4$ all his royal grandsire's arts, 511:11,258[A ]| Who$6#1$ joined both crowns, as he will$1$ join all hearts, 511:11,259[A ]| May heaven fulfil and own the prophecy. 511:11,260[A ]| But Ireland, sure, above the rest 511:11,261[A ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ auspicious name is doubly blessed: 511:11,262[A ]| For$3$ while the royal James the English crown does wear, 511:11,263[A ]| And Ormond's noble James remains his viceroy there, 511:11,264[A ]| England and Ireland shall no$2$ more have cause for$4$ grief or fear. 511:12,000@@@@@| 511:12,000[' ]| <"Upon the death of our most excellent sovereign King Charles,> 511:12,000[' ]| 511:12,001[A ]| Indulgent nature has so$5#1$ well designed 511:12,002[A ]| The shifting scenes of tragical mankind, 511:12,003[A ]| That$6#1$ on$4$ the confines of the cloudiest grief 511:12,004[A ]| Breaks out a splendid joy, to$9$ give relief; 511:12,005[A ]| Lest every gust of passion should overturn 511:12,006[A ]| The unsteady vessels: thus we laugh, and mourn; 511:12,007[A ]| Our charmingest pleasures languish into pains, 511:12,008[A ]| And floods of grief, voluptuous weeping drains. 511:12,009[A ]| The thrifty gods sell their great blessings dear; 511:12,010[A ]| And Charles must vanish to$9$ let James appear: 511:12,011[A ]| Too glorious lights to$9$ shine in$4$ the same sphere. 511:00,000[' ]| 511:13,000@@@@@| 511:13,000[' ]| <"To the late Earl of Rochester..."> 511:13,001[A ]| What means this tumult in$4$ my veins, 511:13,002[A ]| These echoed groans and sympathetic pains? 511:13,003[A ]| Ah cruel Lord! why dost thou wound 511:13,004[A ]| Him whom so$5#1$ late thy pity found? 511:13,005[A ]| Or didst thou spare my life, that$3$ I 511:13,006[A ]| A nobler death for$4$ thee should die? 511:13,007[A ]| It is not possible, nor just, 511:13,008[A ]| The little offsprings of the dust, 511:13,009[A ]| The sun extinct should him survive, 511:13,010[A ]| By$4$ whose kind beams they are kept alive; 511:13,011[A ]| Oh! rather let me die before, 511:13,012[A ]| Perish ten thousand more 511:13,013[A ]| To$9$ spy the bounds of the undiscovered shore, 511:13,014[A ]| Though with less hopes than they, that$6#1$ sought the Indian ore. 511:13,015[A ]| How darest thou, bold disease, surprise 511:13,016[A ]| The joy, and glory of our eyes; 511:13,017[A ]| Mankind's delight, wit's utmost goal, 511:13,018[A ]| Heaven's masterpiece, spirit of soul: 511:13,019[A ]| We need thee not to$9$ make his fame more bright, 511:13,020[A ]| Officious death, to$4$ lesser stars required, 511:13,021[A ]| Who$6#1$ never shine out clear, but in$4$ thy night ~~ 511:13,022[A ]| He is all flame, all light, 511:13,023[A ]| And lives unenvied, though by$4$ all admired: 511:13,024[A ]| Free as the angels in$4$ their blessed estate, 511:13,025[A ]| What none can reach, there is none will$1$ emulate. 511:13,026[A ]| Quench fever, quench thy too presumptuous heat, 511:13,027[A ]| Tremble to$4$ ice at so$5#1$ august a name, 511:13,028[A ]| Or if thou needest wilt be by$4$ mischiefs great, 511:13,029[A ]| Fire on$5$, and set the world on$4$ flame. 511:13,030[A ]| Had credulous England, fond of foreign news, 511:13,031[A ]| And from remotest parts the world above, 511:13,032[A ]| Received the Indian faith, which$6#1$ none else does refuse; 511:13,033[A ]| Did men believe, that$3$ after their remove 511:13,034[A ]| From earth, they should enjoy the friends they love 511:13,035[A ]| With all their wit, their rhetoric, and sense, 511:13,036[A ]| Which$6#1$ with immortal ease they could dispense: 511:13,037[A ]| What crowds would leap into his funeral pile, 511:13,038[A ]| London would desert, kingless be the isle; 511:13,039[A ]| The Strand instead of men, would acorns yield, 511:13,040[A ]| Whitehall a meadow be, the exchange a field. 511:14,000@@@@@| 511:14,000[' ]| <"To a great lord, inviting him to court..."> 511:14,001[A ]| Urge me not to$9$ be poorly great, 511:14,002[A ]| To$4$ steep ascents in$4$ slippery places, 511:14,003[A ]| Much less posterity to$9$ cheat 511:14,004[A ]| By$4$ histories with Janus faces; 511:14,005[A ]| Alas! I can not act, nor write, 511:14,006[A ]| Unfit for$4$ counsel, or for$4$ fight; 511:14,007[A ]| Careless what mortal sits above, 511:14,008[A ]| I have full employment in$4$ my love; 511:14,009[A ]| I have no$2$ time for$4$ public cares, 511:14,010[A ]| Too busy still to$9$ mind such toys, 511:14,011[A ]| Dark prophecies of state affairs, 511:14,012[A ]| And future fears for$4$ present joys. 511:14,013[A ]| Divert me not from my sublimest bliss, 511:14,014[A ]| I should destroy a kingdom for$4$ a kiss. 511:14,015[A ]| Ah! my good Lord, would you not lose 511:14,016[A ]| The incomes of the golden isles? 511:14,017[A ]| Tagus his treasures, or Peru's, 511:14,018[A ]| For$4$ one of my Lycymnia's smiles? 511:14,019[A ]| When she her fragrant lips withdraws, 511:14,020[A ]| Grants and denies, 511:14,021[A ]| With scornful words, inviting eyes, 511:14,022[A ]| Nor will$1$ confine celestial joys to$4$ human laws: 511:14,023[A ]| But with her amorous thrift 511:14,024[A ]| Makes me to$9$ steal a gift. 511:14,025[A ]| Then in$4$ a sudden freakish vein 511:14,026[A ]| Invades my hungry lips again, 511:14,027[A ]| And finding there her heedless prey, 511:14,028[A ]| Sucks out my soul, and spirits it away. 511:14,029[A ]| Would you not leave the council board 511:14,030[A ]| If she passed by$5$, and gave the word? 511:14,031[A ]| And start up$5$ in$4$ furious mood, 511:14,032[A ]| As if it were for$4$ the public good; 511:14,033[A ]| Quarrel with him that$6#1$ spoke the last, 511:14,034[A ]| And leave your well-weighed notes for$4$ haste: 511:14,035[A ]| Throw up$5$ the land to$4$ Pope, or Knox, 511:14,036[A ]| To$4$ wars, to$4$ famine, plague, or pox? 511:14,037[A ]| Rather than lose with her one minute's joy, 511:14,038[A ]| Where sight alone can fill, fruition never cloy? 511:14,039[A ]| Let others spend their slavish days, 511:14,040[A ]| Hard labourers for$4$ gaudy praise; 511:14,041[A ]| Beg of just heaven their plagues and pains, 511:14,042[A ]| Their painted joys and gilded chains: 511:14,043[A ]| And faintly smile, profoundly groan, 511:14,044[A ]| Happy in$4$ all thoughts, but their own: 511:14,045[A ]| Though all the charms of pride advise, 511:14,046[A ]| And terrors fright from earth, or skies; 511:14,047[A ]| Raped to$4$ Elysium with a strong desire, 511:14,048[A ]| Held fast in$4$ snowy snares I will$1$ expire, 511:14,049[A ]| And still kiss on$5$, were all the world on$4$ fire. 511:15,000@@@@@| 511:15,000[' ]| <"To a perjured mistress"> 511:15,001[A ]| Falsest of fair ones, swear again, 511:15,002[A ]| And add to$4$ thy transcending store 511:15,003[A ]| Of prosperous perjuries ten thousand more. 511:15,004[A ]| Dull truth becomes thee not, it looks too plain: 511:15,005[A ]| Did heaven those mortal sins resent 511:15,006[A ]| But with some venial punishment, 511:15,007[A ]| Were the least blemish on$4$ thy face, 511:15,008[A ]| One hair, or nail out of its place, 511:15,009[A ]| I should believe, but still you rise 511:15,010[A ]| More beautiful by$4$ blasphemies; 511:15,011[A ]| By$4$ disobedience made divine, 511:15,012[A ]| The more you swear, the more you shine; 511:15,013[A ]| As if the gods had nought to$9$ do, 511:15,014[A ]| But to$9$ be wronged, and thankful too. 511:15,015[A ]| Then swear, and shine again, 511:15,016[A ]| Let each false oath augment thy lovers train, 511:15,017[A ]| And make this wonder plain, 511:15,018[A ]| That$3$ mankind never has more piety 511:15,019[A ]| Than when they least believe their deity. 511:00,000[' ]|