VII.

When my new mind had no infusion known,

Thou gav'st so deep a tincture of thine own,
That ever fince I vainly try

To wash away th' inherent dye:

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Long work, perhaps, may spoil thy colours quite,
But never will reduce the native white.

To all the ports of honour and of gain
I often steer my course in vain,

Thy gale comes cross, and drives me back again. 130
Thou flacken'ft all my nerves of industry,

By making them so oft' to be

The tinkling ftrings of thy loofe minstrelfy.
Whoever this world's happiness would fee,
Must as entirely caft off thee,

As they who only heav'n defire

Do from the world retire.

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This was my error, this my grofs mistake,

Myfelf a demi-votary to make.

Thus with Sapphira and her husband's fate,

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(A fault which I, like them, am taught too late)

For all that I gave up I nothing gain,

And perish for the part which I retain.

VIII.

Teach me not then, O thou fallacious Mufe!

'The court and better king t' accuse;

The heav'n under which I live is fair,
The fertile foil will a full harvest bear;

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Thine, thine is all the barrenness, if thou

Mak'st me fit still and fing when I should plough. When I but think how many a tedious year

Our patient Sovereign did attend

His long misfortune's fatal end,

How cheerfully, and how exempt from fear,
On the Great Sovereign's will he did depend,
I ought to be accurs'd if I refufe

To wait on his, O thou fallacious Mufe!

Kings have long hands, they fay, and tho' I be
So diftant, they may reach at length to me.
However, of all princes thou

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Shouldst not reproach rewards for being small or flow;
Thou! who rewardest but with pop'lar breath,
And that, too, after death!

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THE ADVENTURES OF FIVE HOURS.

As when our kings (lords of the spacious main)
Take, in just wars, a rich Plate-fleet of Spain,
The rude unshapen ingots they reduce

Into a form of beauty and of use,

On which the conqu'ror's image now does shine, 5 Not his whom it belong'd to in the mine;

So in the mild contentions of the Mufe

(The war which Peace itself loves and purfues) So have you home to us in triumph brought

This cargazon of Spain with treasures fraught. IO Volume I.

You have not bafely gotten it by stealth, -
Nor by translation borrow'd all its wealth;
But by a pow'rful sp'rit made it your own;
Metal before, money by you 'tis grown:

Tis current now, by your adorning it.

With the fair stamp of your victorious wit.

But tho' we praise this voyage of your mind, And tho' ourselves enrich'd by it we find, We're not contented yet, because we know What greater ftores at home within it grow; We'ave seen how well yon foreign ores refine, Produce the gold of your own nobler mine; The world fhall then our native plenty view, And fetch materials for their wit from you; They all fhall watch the travels of your pen, And Spain on you shall make reprisals then.

A tranflation of verfes

UPON THE BLESSED VIRGIN.

Written in Latin by the

RIGHT WORSHIPFUL DR. A.

AVE MARIA.

ONCE thou rejoicedst, and rejoice for ever,
Whofe time of joy fhall be expired never;
Who in her womb the hive of comfort bears,
Let her drink comfort's honey with her ears.

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You brought the word of joy in, which was born
An hail to all; let us an hail return.
From you God fave, into the world there came;
Our echo hail is but an empty name.

GRATIA PLENA.

How loaded hives are with their honey fill'd,
From divers flow'rs by chymic bees diftill'd!
How full the collet with his jewel is,
Which, that it cannot take, by love doth kifs:
How full the moon is with her brother's ray,'
When the drinks up with thirsty orb the day!
How full of grace the Graces' dances are,
So full doth Mary of God's light appear.
It is no wonder if with

graces

The

Be full, who was full with the Deity.

DOMINUS TECUM.

The fall of mankind under Death's extent

The choir of bleffed angels did lament,

And wifh'd a reparation to fee

By him who manhood join'd with Deity.
How grateful should man's fafety then appear
T'himself, whose safety can the angels cheer?

BENEDICTA TU IN MULIERIBUS.

Death came, and troops of fad diseases led
To th' earth, by woman's hand folicited.

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Life came fo too, and troops of Graces led

To th' earth, by woman's faith folicited.

As our life's fpring came from thy blessed womb,
So from our mouths springs of thy praise shall come.
Who did life's bleffing give, 'tis fit that she
Above all women should thrice bleffed be.

ET BENEDICTUS FRUCTUS VENTRIS TUI.

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With mouth divine the Father doth protest,
He a good Word fent from his stored breast;
'Twas Chrift, which Mary, without carnal thought,
From the unfathom'd depth of goodness brought; 36
The Word of Blessing a just cause affords
To be oft' bleffed with redoubled words.[

SPIRITUS SANCTUS SUPERVENIET IN TE.

As when soft weft winds fan the garden-rose,
A fhower of fweeter air falutes the nose;
The breath gives fparing kiffes, nor with power
Unlocks the virgin bosom of the flower;

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So th' Holy Spirit upon Mary blow'd,

And from her facred box whole rivers flow'd:

Yet loos'd not thine eternal chastity,

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Thy rofes' folds do ftill entangled lie.

Believe Chrift born from an unbruised womb,
So from unbruised bark the odours come.