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Show l6 $ 0 E M S. To the Right Honourable Alice Couniefs of Carbury, at her coming intd Wales. A S when the firft day clawn'd, Man's greedy Eye ^ ^ W a s apt to dwell on the bright Prodigy, Tilfhe might carelefs of his Ofgan grow, And let his wonder prbve his danger too^: So when our Country (Which was deem'd to be Clofe-mourner in its o w n obfcurity, A n d in neglected Chaos fo long lay) W a s refcu'd by your beams into a Day, Like m e n into a fudden lultre brought, W e juftly fear'd to gaze more than w e ought, a. From hence it is you lofe moft of your right, Since none can pay't, nor durft do't if they might Perfection's mifery 'tis that Art and Wit, While they would honour, do but injure it. But as the Deity flights our Expence, And loves Devotion more than Eloquence : So 'tis our Confidence you are Divine, Makes us at diftance thus approach your Shrine. A n d thusfecur'd, to you who need no art, I that fpeak leaft m y wit may fpeak m y heart. «-" 3' r t * -1. » Then much above all zealous injury, Receive this tribute1 of our fhades from me, While your great Splendors, like eternal Spring, T o thefe fad Groves fuch a refrefhment bring, That the defpifed Country may be grown, And juftly too, the Envy of the Town. That fo when all Mankind at length have loft The Vertuous Grandeur which they once did boaft, Of / T 0 E M S. Q f you like Pilgrims they may here obtain Worth to recruit the dying world again. 7 To Sir Edward Deering (the Noble Silvander) *on his Dream and Navy, perfonating Orinda'/ preferring Rofania before SolomonV Traffic^ to Ophir. THen am I happier than is the King ', My Merchandife does no fuch danger bring : The Fleet I Traffic!^ with fears no fuch harms, Sails id my fight, and Anchors in my Arms. Each new and unperceived (race Difcovered in that mind and face, Each motion, fmile and looh^ from thee, Brings Pearls and Ophir-Gold to me. Thus far Sir Edw. Deering. SIR, T o be Noble, when 'twas Voted down, T o dare be good, though a whole Age fhould frown $ T o live within, and from that even ftate See all the under-world ftoop to its fate ; T o give the L a w of Honour, and difpence All that is handfome, great and worthy thence \ Are things at once your practice and your end, And which I dare admire, but not commend. But fince t' oblige the world is your delight, You muft defcend within our reach and fight : For fo Divinity muft take difguife, Left mortals perifli with the bright furprife, And thus your Mufe (which can enough reward All actions fhe vouchfafes but to regard, And Honours gives, than Kings more permanent, Above the reach of Acts of Parliament) M a y fuffer an acknowledgment from me, For having thence receiv'd Eternity. M y thoughts with fuch advantage you exprefs. I hardly know them in this charming. dreR D . And |
