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Show 3 o <p 0 E M S. To Mrs. Mary Carne, when Philafter courted her. AS fome great Conqueror who knows no bounds But hunting Honour in a thoufand wounds, Purfues his rage, and thinks that Triumph cheap That s but"attended with the common heap, Till his more happy fortune doth afford Some Royal Captive that deferv'd his Sword, And only now is of his Laurel proud, Thinking his dang'rous Valour well beftow'd $ But then retreats, and fpending hate no more, Thinks Mercy now what Courage was before : As Cowardife in fight, fo equally He doth abhor a bloody Victory : So, Madam, though your Beauty were allow'd T o be fevere unto the yielding Crowd, That were fubdu'd ere you an Object knew , Worthy your Conqucft and your Mercy too ? Yet now 'tis gain d, your Victory's compleat, Only your Clemency fhould be as great. None will difpute the power of your Eyes, That underftands Philajier is their prize. Hope not your Glory can have new accefs, For all your future Trpphees will grow lefs: And with that Homage be you fatisfi'd From him that conquers all the World befide. Nor let your Rigour now the triumph blot, And lofe the honour which your Beauty got. Be juft and kind unto your Peace and Fame, In being fo to him, for they're the fame : And live and die at once, if you would be Nobly tranfmitted to Pofterity. Take heed left in the ftory they perufe A Murther which no Language can excufe : But wifely fpare the trouble of one frown; Give him his happinefs, and know your own. Thus I T 0 E M si 31 Thus fhall you be as Honour's felf efteem'd/ W h o have one Sex oblig'd, your o w n redeem'd. Thus the Religion due unto your Shrine Shall be as Univerfal, as Divine : And that Devotion fhall this bleffing gain, Which Law and Reafon do attempt in vain. The World fhall join, maintaining but one ftrife, W h o fhall mdft thank you for PhilaftersMv nA -*--• " 1 . _ 4 : , • ., I , . ^ T(h Mr. J. B. the noble Cratander, upon a Compofition ef his which he was not willing to own publtilfly. ? A S when fome injur'd Prince affumes Difguife, And ftrives to make his Carriage fympathifce, Yet hath a great becoming Meen and Air, Which fpeaks him Royal fpight of all his care: So th' Miles of thy Soul can ne'er be hid, oT And the Sun's force may be as foon forbid As thine obfcur'd , there is no fhade fo great Through which it will not dart forth light and heat. Thus w e dhcover thee by thy o w n Day, Againft thy will fnatching the Cloud away. N o w the Piece fhines, and though w e will not fay, Parents can Souls, as Taper lights, convey -, Yet w e muft grant thy Soul tranfmitted hefe In beams almoft as lafting and as clear. And that's our higheft praife, for but thy Mind, Thy Works could never a refcmblance find. That Mind whofe fearch can Nature's fecret hand At one great ftroke difcovcr and command, Which cleareth times and things, before whofe eyes Nor M e n nor Notions dare put on difguife. And were all Authors now as much forgot As profperous Ignorance her felf would plot, Had we the rich fupplies of rhy own breaft, The knowing World would never mifs the reft. |
