Flow'rs worthy of Paradise which not nice Art
In Reds, and curious Knots, but Nature boon
Four'd forth profufe on Hill, and Dale, and Plain;
Both where the Morning Sun first warmly fmote
The open Field, and where the unpierc'd Shade
Imbrown'd the Noon-tide Bow'rs. Thus was this Place
A happy rural Seat of various View.
Groves,whof: rich Trees wept odorous Gums and Balm;
Others, whofe Fruit, burnish'd with golden Rind,
Hung amiable; Hefperian Fables true,
If true, here only, and of delicious Tafte:
Betwixt them Lawns, or level Downs, and Flocks
Grazing the tender Herb, were interpos'd;
Or palmy Hillock, or the flow'ry Lap
Of fome irriguous Valley fpread her Store;
Flow'rs of all Hue, and without Thorn the Rose :
Another Side, umbrageous Grots and Caves
Of cool Recefs, o'er which the mantling Vine
Lays forth her purple Grape, and gently creeps
Luxuriant. Mean while murm'ring Waters fall
Down the flope Hills, difpers'd or in a Lake,
That to the fringed Bank, with Myrtle crown'd,
Her cryftal Mirrour holds, unite their Streams.
The Birds their Choir apply: Airs, vernal Airs,
Breathing the Smell of Field and Grove, attune
The trembling Leaves, while univerfal Pan,
Knit with the Graces and the Hours in Dance,
Led on th' eternal Spring.
ADAM and EVE in Paradife.
His large fair Front, and Eye fublime declar'd
Abfolute Rule; his Hyacinthin Locks
Down from his parted Forelock manly hung,
Clust’ring, but not beneath his Shoulders broad.
She, as a Veil, downe to her flender Wafte
Her unadorned golden Treffes wore
Dishevel'd, but in wanton Ringlets wav'd,
As the Vine curls her Tendrils.
Under a Tuft of Shade that on the Green
Stood whifp'ring foft, by a fresh Fountain Side
They fat them down.
There to their Supper Fruits they fell,
Nectarine Fruits, which the compliant Boughs.
Yielded them, fide-long as they fate recline
On the foft downy Bank, damask'd with Flow'rs,
The favoury Pulp they chew, and in the Rind,
Still as they thirfted, fcoop the brimming Stream.
About them frifking plaid
All Beafts of th' Earth, fince wild, and of all Chase 3 In Wood or Wildernefs, Foreft or Den:
Sporting the Lion ramp'd, and in his Paw
Dandled the Kid; Bears, Tygers, Ounces, Pards,
Gambol'd before them: th' unwieldy Elephant,
To make them Mirth, us'd all his Might, and wreath'd
His lithe Probofcis : clofe the Serpent fly,
Infinuating, wove with Gordian Twine
His breeded Train, and of his fatal Guile
Gave Proof unheeded: Others on the Grafs
Couch'd, and now fill'd with Pafture, gazing fate. Milt,
Parting is worse than Death: 'tis Death of Love! The Soul and Body part not with fuch Pain,
Dryd. Span. Fry.
Now I would fpeak the laft Farewel, but cannot;
It would be ftill Farewell, a thousand Times;
And multiply'd in Echoes ftill Farewel.
I will not fpeak, but think a thousand thousand.
And be thou filent too, my loft Sebaftian !
So let us part in the dumb Pomp of Grief. Dryd. Don.Sed.
I cannot, cannot tell her, we must part,
I could pull out an Eye, and bid it go;
And the other fhould not weep: But oh!
How many Deaths are in this Word, Depart!
Why 'tis to be no more; another Name for Death 'Tis the Sun parting from the frozen North, And I, methinks, ftand on fome icy Cliff, To watch the laft low Circles that he makes, 'Till he fink down from Heav'n! O only Creffida! If thou depart from me I cannot live.
I have not Soul enough to last for Grief,
But thou shalt hear what Grief has done with me.
Then I will live that I may keep that Treasure ;
And arm'd with this. Affurance, let thee go
Loofe, yet fecure, as is the gentle Hawk,
When, whistled off, fhe mounts into the Wind.
Our Loves, like Mountains, hid above the Clouds,
Tho' Winds and Tempefts beat their aged Feet,
Their peaceful Heads, nor Storms, nor Thunder know,
But fcorn the threatning Rack that rouls below.
What warre fo cruell, or what fiege so sore, As that which strong affections do apply
Against the fort of reafon ever more To bring the Soul into captivitie! Their force is fiercer through infirmitie
Of the fraile flesh, relenting to their rage,
And exercise most bitter tyranny
Upon the parts, brought into their bondage:
No wreatchedness is like fo finfull villenage. Spen.
They fat them down to weep, nor only Tears
Rain'd at their Eyes, but high Winds worse within,
Began to rife; high Paffions, Anger, Hate,
Miftruft, Sufpicion, Difcord, and fhook fore
Their inward State of Mind, calm Region once,
And full of Peace, now toft and turbulent ;
For Understanding rul'd not, and the Will
Heard not her Lore, both in Subjection now
To fenfual Appetite, who from beneath,
Ufurping over Sov'reign Reason, claim'd
Superiour Sway.
Love, Anguill,Wrath,and Grief to Madness wrought,
Defpair, and fecret Shame, and confcious Thought
Of inborn Worth, his lab'ring Soul opprefs'd,
Rowl'd in his Eyes, and rag'd within his Breast.
Stupid he fate, his Eyes on Earth declin❜d,
And various Cares revolving in his Mind.
Rage boiling from the Bottom of his Breast,
And Sorrow, mix'd with Shame, his Soul opprefs'd;
And confcious Worth lay lab'ring in his Thought;
And Love, by Jealousy to Madness wrought.
By flow Degrees his Reafon drove away
The Mifts of Paffion, and refum'd her Sway.Dryd.Virg.
Love, Juftice, Nature, Pity, and Revenge
Have kindled up a Wildfire in my Breast,
And I am all a Civil War within.
And, like a Veffel, ftruggling in a Storm,
Require more Hands than one to steer me upright.
(Dryd. Span. Fry. Thus while he spoke, each Paffion dimm'd his Face, Thrice chang'd with Pale, Ire, Envy, and Defpair, Which marr'd his Visage.
Men counfel, and give Comfort to that Grief,
Which they themselves not feel; but tafting it
Their Counsel turns to Paffion, which before
Would give inftructful Med'cine unto Rage,
Fetter ftrong Madness in a filken Thread,
Charm Ach with Air, and Agony with Words:
Thus it is all Mens Office to fpeak Patience
To thofe that wring under the Load of Sorrow;
But no Man's Virtue, nor Sufficiency
To be fo moral, when he fhall endure
Mens Griefs cry louder than Advertisement;
And there was never yet Philofopher
That could endure the Tooth-ach patiently,
However they have writ the Style of Gods,
And made a Pifh at Chance and Sufferance.
PEACE.
Hail facred Peace! hail long-expected Days, When Thames's Glory to the Stars fhall rife !. Tho' Tyber's Streams immortal Rome behold, Tho' foaming Hermus fwells with Tides of Gold, From Heav'n it felf tho' fev'nfold Nilus flows, And Harvest on a hundred Realms beftows; Thefe now no more fhall be the Mufe's Themes, Loft in my Fame as in the Sea their Streams. Let Volga's Banks with Iron Squadrons fhine, And Groves of Lances glitter on the Rhine, Let barb'rous Ganges arm a fervile Train, Be mine the Blefling of a peaceful Reign. No more my Sons fhall dye with British Blood Red Iber's Sands, or Ifier's foaming Flood; S.fe on my Shore each unmolested Swain Shall tend their Flocks, or reap the bearded Grain ; The lady Empire fhall retain no Trace
Of War or Blood, but in the fylvan Chace,
The Trumpet fleeps, while chearful Horns are blown,
And Arms employ'd on Birds and Beafts alone.
Behold! th' afcending Villa's on my fide
Project long Shadows o'er the crystal Tyde:
Behold! Augufta's glitt'ring Spires increafe,
And Temples rife, the beauteous Works of Peace.
If e'er the Gallic Glory was your Care,
Hold your commiffion'd Anger, and forbear,
Remove your Sword, and the griev'd Nation spare!
Hufh the loud Trumpets, bid the Drums be mute,
And Kingdoms liften to the fofter Lute :
So golden Peace fall fpread her downy Wings,
Arts fhall return, the Favourites of Kings,
(fings.
And Laure's flourish to reward what the bold Poet
Then Thall Euterpe strike the Peaceful Shell,
And Triumphs in alluring Numbers tell :
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