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Show ^ 'pOEMS. Orin. Religion's fo, but praSick too, I And both by niceties deftroy'd. Luc. But who ne'er parts can never mee?, And fo that happinefs were loft. Orin. Thus Pain and Death are fadiy fweet, Since Health and Heav'n fuch price muft coft. Chorus. But w e fhall come where no rude hand fhall fever, y And there we'll meet and part no more for ever.. To my dear Sifter Mrs. C. P. on her Marriage. w E will not like thofe men our offerings pay 2 Y W h o crown the Cup, then think they crown W e make no Garlands, nor an Altar build, (the day. Which help not Joy, but Oftentatibn yield. Where mirth is juftly grounded, thefe wild tP>es Are but a troublefome, and empty noife. 2. But thefe fhall be m y great Solemnities, Orinda s wifhes for Cajfandra sbWk. M a y her Content be as unmix'd and pure As m y Affection, and like that endure j And that ftrong Happinefs may fhe ftill find Not owing to her F6rtune, but her Mind. May her Content and Duty be the fame, And may fhe know no Grief but in the name. May his and her Pleafure and Love be fo Involv'd and growing, that w e may not know W h o moft Affection or moft Peace engroft 5 Whofe Love is ftrongeft, or whofe BhTs is moft. May "POEMS. v May nothing accidental e'er appear, But what fhall with new bonds their Souls endear • And may they count the hours as they pafs, By their own Joys, and not by Sun or Glafs: While every day like this may facred prove To Friendfhip, Gratitude, and ftiicteft Love. To Mr. Henry Vaughan, Silurift, on his Poems. HAd I ador'd the multitude, and thence Got an antipathy to Wit and Sence, And huggd that fate in hope the World would gnurt 'Twas good affection to be ignorant 5 Yet the leaft Ray of thy bright fancy feen, I had converted, br excufelefs been \ For each Bfrth of thy Mufe to after-times Shall expiate for all this Age's crimes. Firft Shines thy Amoret, twice crown'd by thee, Once by thy Love, next by thy Poetry: Where thou the belt of Unions doft difpence, Truth cloth'd in Wit, and Love in Innocence. So that the muddieft Lovers may learn here, N o Fountains can be fweet that are not clear. There Juvenal reviv'd by thee declares H o w flat Man's Joys are, and how mean his Cares \ And generoufly upbraids the World that they Should fuch a value for their Ruine pay. But when thy facred Mufe diverts her Quill, The Landskip to defign of Leons Hill; As nothing elfe was worthy her or thee, So w e admire almoft t* Idolatry. What Savage Breaft would not be rap'd to find Such Jewels in fuch Cabinets enfhrin'd ? E 2 Thou |