TO A FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR, A PERSON OF HONOUR, WHO LATELY WRIT A RELIGIOUS BOOK, ENTITLED, HISTORICAL APPLICATIONS, AND OCCASIONAL MEDITATIONS, UPON SEVERAL SUBJECTS.'1 BOLD is the man that dares engage For piety in such an age! Who can presume to find a guard From scorn, when Heaven's so little spared? Divines are pardon'd; they defend Altars on which their lives depend; But the profane impatient are, When nobler pens make this their care; And call in doubt their pleasing thought, 10 20 'Several subjects': supposed to be Lord Berkeley. It contained testimonies of celebrated men to the value of religion.- Pedigree from kings': the Earl of Berkeley was descended from the royal house of Denmark. TO THE DUCHESS OF ORLEANS, WHEN SHE WAS TAKING LEAVE OF THE COURT AT DOVER.1 THAT sun of beauty did among us rise; England first saw the light of your fair eyes; In English, too, your early wit was shown; When, though a child, through guards you made your way; What fleet or army could an angel stay? Thrice happy Britain! if she could retain Whom she first bred within her ambient main. Shook off her ashes to have treated you; We must be wreck'd, and our dear treasure lose! 10 TO CHLORIS. CHLORIS! what's eminent, we know Are not by us so understood. The early rose, made to display Her blushes to the youthful May, 'Court at Dover': the Duchess of Orleans, the youngest daughter of Charles I., came to England on the 14th May 1670, on a political mission. TO MR CREECH, 6 ON HIS TRANSLATION OF LUCRETIUS.' WHAT all men wish'd, though few could hope to see, Each year that place some wondrous monster breeds, But let not this disturb thy tuneful head; What may we not expect from such a hand, Thy words so proper, and thy phrase so fit, 30 Lucretius': this piece is not contained in Anderson, or the edition of 1693. We read, and read again; and still admire 31 Whence came this youth, and whence this wondrous fire! Pardon this rapture, sir! but who can be Cold, and unmoved, yet have his thoughts on thee? Thy goodness may my several faults forgive, They seem unworthy to behold the light, Let them with speed in deserv'd flames be thrown! 40 SONGS. STAY, PHOEBUS! 1 STAY, Phœbus! stay; The world to which you fly so fast, From us to them, can pay your haste With no such object, nor salute your rise, 2 Well does this prove The error of those antique books, About the world; her charming looks Would fix your beams, and make it ever day, Did not the rolling earth snatch her away. PEACE, BABBLING MUSE! 1 PEACE, babbling Muse! I dare not sing what you indite; To read the passion which they write. Than the poor wretch that feigns him dead, CHLORIS! FAREWELL. 1 CHLORIS! farewell. I now must go; For if with thee I longer stay, Thy eyes prevail upon me so, I shall prove blind, and lose my way. 2 Fame of thy beauty, and thy youth, Among the rest, me hither brought; Finding this fame fall short of truth, Made me stay longer than I thought. 3 For I'm engaged by word and oath, |