And, if it seem'd ridiculous to grieve Because our friends are newly come from sea, "Did all our love and our respect command "At whose great parts we all amaz'd did stand; "Is from a storm, alas! cast suddenly on land?" If you will say-Few A life exempt from fortune and the grave; And ancestors, whose fame 's so widely spread- The vast increase, as sure you ought, And added to the former store: All I can answer, is, That I allow Though God, for great and righteous ends," Had clos'd the gaping wounds of every part) f } To perfect his distracted nation's cure, One of their ablest ministers elect, And send abroad to treaties which they' intend Shall never take effect; But, though the treaty wants a happy end, The happy agent wants not the reward, For which he labour'd faithfully and hard; His just and righteous master calls him home, And gives him, near himself, some honourable room. Noble and great endeavours did he bring In all the turns of human state, Whom, in the storms of bad success, And all that Error calls unhappiness, His virtue and his virtuous wife did still accompany! With these companions 't was not strange He saw around the hurricanes of state, Fixt as an island 'gainst the waves and wind. All outward things are but the beach; And bid it to go back again. His wisdom, justice, and his piety, His virtues, and his lady too, In spite of quarrelling philosophy, How in this case 't is certain found, That Heav'n stands still, and only earth goes round. ODE. UPON DR. HARVEY. COY Nature (which remain'd, though aged grown, A beauteous virgin still, enjoy'd by none, Nor seen unveil'd by any one), When Harvey's violent passion she did see, Took sanctuary, like Daphne, in a tree: There Daphne's lover stopp'd, and thought it much But Harvey, our Apollo, stopp'd not so; For which the eye-beams' point doth sharpness want, What should she do? Through all the moving wood Of lives endow'd with sense she took her flight; Harvey pursues, and keeps her still in sight. But, as the deer, long-hunted, takes a flood, She leap'd at last into the winding streams of blood; Where turning head, and at a bay, Thus by well-purged ears was she o'erheard to say: "Here sure shall I be safe" (said she), "None will be able sure to see "This my retreat, but only He "The heart of man what art can e'er reveal ? "A wall impervious between "Divides the very parts within, [ceal." "And doth the heart of man ev'n from itself con- And held this slippery Proteus in a chain, He the young practice of new life did see, The noble scarlet dye of blood; Before one drop was by it made, From all the souls that living buildings rear, What time, and what materials, it does need: He so exactly does the work survey, As if he hir'd the workers by the day. |