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Show 58 <P 0 E MS. Thy abfence I could eafier find, Provided thou wert well and kind, Than fuch a Prefence as is this, Made up of fnatches of m y blifs. 10. So when tne Earth long gafps for Rain, If fhe at laft fome few drops gain, She is more parched than at firft j That fmall recruit increasd the thirft. To my Lucafia. LEt dull Philofophers enquire no more In Nature's W o m b , or Caufes ftrive t' explore, By what ftrange harniony and courfe of things Each Body to the whole a Tribute brings $1 W h a t fecret Unions fecret Neighbourings make, And of each other h o w they do partake. Thefe are but low Experiments: but he That Nature's harmony intire would fee, Muft fearch agreeing Souls, fit d o wn and View H o w fweet the mixture is, how full, how true; By what foft touches Spirits greet and kifs, And in each other can compleat their blifs. A wonder fo fublime, it will admit N o rude Spectator to contemplate it. 1 he Object will refine, and he that can Friendfhip revere, muft be a Noble Man. H o w much above the common rate of things Muft they then be, from w h o m this Pnioh fpringS^cI But what's all this to me, who live to be Difprover of m y own Morality ? And POEMS. And he that knew m y unimproved Soul, Would fay I meant all Friend/hip to controul. But Bodies move in time, and fo muft Minds ; And though th' attempt no eafie pro^refs finds, Yet quit m e not, left I fhould defprate grow, And to fuch Fnendfliip add fome Patience now. O may good Heav'n but fo much Virtue lend, * T o make m e fit to be Lucafia s Friend f But I'll forfake m y felf, and feek a new Self in her breaft that's far more rich and true. Thus the poor Bee unmark'd doth hum and flye, And dron'd with age would unregarded dye, Unlefs fome lucky drop of precious G u m, D o blefs the Infect with an Amber-tomb. Then glorious in its funeral the Bee Gets Eminence, and gets Eternity. On Controverfies in Religion. REligion, which true Policy befnends, Defien'd by God to ferve Man's nobleft ends Is by that old Deceiver's fubtle play ' Made the chief party in its own decay, And meets that Eagles deftiny, whofe breaft Felt the fame fhaft which his o w n feathers dreft. For that great Enemy of Souls perceiv'd, The notion of a Deity was weav'd So clofely in Man's Soul; to ruine that, He muft at once the World depopulate. But as thofe Tyrants who their Wills purfue, If they expound old I aws, need make no new: So he advantage takes of Nature's light, And raifes that to a bare ufelefs height; Or awhile w e feek for Truth, he in the Queft Mixes a Paffion, or an Intereft, T o make us lofe it; that I know not how, Tis not our Practice, but our Quarrel now. I 2 As |
