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Show Pompey, who* greater than him felf s become. Now in your Poem, than before in R o m e j And much more lofting in the Poets Pen, Great Princes live, than the proud Towers of Men* He thanks falfe Eg v pt for its Treacherie, Since that his Ruwe is fo fungby thee ; And fo ogam would perifh, if withall, Orinda would but cek. rote his Fall. Thus pleafingly the Bee delights to die, Forefeeing, he in Amber Jombfhall lie. If that all Egypt, for to purge its Crime, Were built into one Pyramid oer him, Pompcy would lie lefs flat ely in that Herfe, Than he doth now, Orinda, in thy Verfe : This makes Cornelia for her Pompey vow, Her hand fljall plant his Laurel on thy brow : So equal in their merits were both found, That the fame Wreath Poets and Princes Crown d: And what on that great Captains Brow was dead, She joys to fee re-flvnrifb'd on thy head. In the French Rock Comelhflrft did fbine, But Jbind not like her felf till fie was thine: Poems, like Gems, tronftated from the place Where they fir ft grew\ receive another grace. Dreft by thy hand, andpoliftfd by thy Pen, She glitters now a Star, but Jewel then : No flaw remains, na chnd, all mw is light, Tranfparent as the day, bright parts more bright. Cornelia, now made Englifh, fo doth thrive, As Trees tranfptanfed do- much luftier live. Thus Ore diggd forth and by fuch hands as thins Refind and ft amp d, h? richer than the Mine. Liquors from Vefftl into Veffel pour'd, Muft lofefome Spirits, winch are fear ce reflord: But the French Wines, in their own Veffel rareV Tour A into ours, by thy hand, Spirits are x So high in taftc, andfo delicious, Before his own Cometta thimr would chnfe. He finds himfelf inlightned here, where fhade Of dark exprefflon his own words had made : There what he would have faid, he fees fo writ. As generoufly, to jnft decorum fit. When in more words than his you pleafe to flow, \ Like a fpread Floud, inriching all belowy To the advantage of his well-meant fence, He gains by yon another excellence. To render word for word, at the old rate, Is only but to Conftrue, not Tranflate : In your own fancy free, to his fence true, We read Cornelia, and Orinda too : And yet ye both are fo the very fame. As when two Tapers joined make one bright flattie4* And jure the Copier's honor is not fmall, When Artifts doubt which is Original. But if your fetter d Mufe thus praifed be, What great things do you write when it is free § When it is free to chnfe both fence and words^ Or any fubjeSl the vaft World affords ? A gliding Sea of Chryftal doth be ft flow How fmooth, clear, full, and rich your Verfe doth flow i Tour words are chofen, cull'd, not by chance writ, To make the fence, as Anagrams do hit. Tour rich becoming words on the fence wait^ As Maids of Honor on a Queen of State. "Tis not White Satin mdkgs a Verfe more whitey Or foft j Iron is both, write you on it. Tour Poems come forth caft, no File you- need% At one brave Heat hoth Jhap'd and polifhed. But why all thefe Encomiums of yon, Who either doubts, or will not takg as due ? Renown how little you regard, or need, Who like the Bee, on your own fweets do feed P There are, who lihg weak Fwl withfhonts fall down^ Do%d with an Army's Acclamation |