It would the Vulture's cruelty outgo, If once again his liver thus should grow. Pity him, Jove! and his bold theft allow; The flames he once stole from thee grant him now! ODE. HERE's to thee, Dick; this whining loye despise; 'Tis pure and right, without deceit ; With all thy servile pains what canst thou win, A thing so vile, and so short-liv'd, From the neglected foam deriv'd. Whom would that painted toy a beauty move; Whom would it e'er persuade to court and love; Could he a woman's heart have seen (But, oh! no light does thither come), And view'd her per ectly within, Follies they have so numberless in store, That only he who loves them can have more. Nothing like to ours at all: But sighs and tears have sexes too. Here's to thee again; thy senseless sorrows drown; FRIENDSHIP IN ABSENCE. WHEN chance or cruel business parts us two, Sure they do meet, enjoy each other there, Yet not themselves their own conjunctions know. 'T were an ill world, I'll swear, for every friend, If distance could their union end : His time's for ever, every-where his place. I'm there with thee, yet here with me thou art, Miracles cease not yet in love. And strangely ev'n our presence multiply. Pure is the flame of Friendship, and divine, Like that which in Heaven's sun does shine: Does no effects of heat bestow; But, as his beams the farther fly, He begets warmth, life, beauty, here below. Friendship is less apparent when too nigh, Like objects if they touch the eye. So much, so much both one do prove, Each day think on me, and each day I shall By every wind that comes this way, As shall themselves make winds to get to you. A thousand pretty ways we 'll think upon, Alas! ten thousand will not do: But knocks against the breast to get away. It sits and sings, and so o'ercomes its rage. то THE BISHOP OF LINCOLN, UPON HIS ENLARGEMENT OUT OF THE TOWER. PARDON, my lord, that I am come so late My thoughts awhile, like you, imprison'd lay ; And none are heard, whilst all would speak aloud. The throng of gratulations now would be When of your freedom men the news did hear, "T was like the speech which from your lips does fall; As soon as it was heard, it ravish'd all. So eloquent Tully did from exile come ; Thus long'd-for he return'd, and cherish'd Rome; Wrong to those sacred ashes I should do, Nor could his spirit constant and stedfast prove, You put ill-fortune in so good a dress, |