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Show ,96 9 0 E M S. And though we oft difcover all your Arts, Would ftill betray our cjifappointed Hearts; What new delufion can you now prepare, Since this pale object fhews how falfe you are > 'T will fully anfwer all you have to plead, If w e reply, Great Warwicl(s Heir is dead : Blufli humane Hopes and Joys, and then be all In folemn morning at this Funeral. For fince fuch expectations brittle prove, What can w e fafely either Hope or Love ? The Virgin. THe things that make a Virgin pleafe, She that feeks, will find them thefe ', A Beauty, not to Art in debt,. Rather agreeable than great', A n Eye, wherein at once do meet, The beams of kindnefs, and of wit; A n undiffembled Innocence, Apt not to give, nor take offence : A Converfation, at once, free From Paffion, and from Subtlety *, A Face that's modeft, yet ferene, A fober, and yet lively Meen ', The vertue which does her adorn, By honour guarded, not by fcorn ', With fuch wife lowlinefs indu'd, As never can be mean, or rude ', That prudent negligence enrich, And Time's her filence and her fpeech ', Whofe equal mind does always move, Neither a foe, nor flave to Love ; And whofe Religion's ftrong and plain, Not fuperftitious, nor prophane. Vpon <P 0 EM S., I?7 • II "I Vpon the Graving of her 'Name upon a Tree in Barn-Elms Walks. ALas, how barbarous a~e we, Thus to reward the courteous Tree, W h o its broad fhade affording us, Deferves not to be wounded thus! See how the Yielding Bark complies With our ungrateful Injuries! And feeing this, fay h o w much then Trees are more generous than Men, W h o by a Noblenefs fo pure, Can firft oblige, and then endure. To my deareji Friend Mrs. A. Owen, upon her greateft lofs. AS when two Sifter-rivulets who crept From that dark Bed of Snow wherein thy flept, By private diftant Currents under ground, Have by Meanders eithers bofom found, They fob aloud, and break down what withftood, Swoln by their o w n embraces to a flood : So when m y fympathy for thy dear grief Had brought m e near, in hope to give relief I found m y forrow heightned when fo joyn'd, And thine increas'd by being fo combin'd, Since to the bleeding hopes of many years, I could contribute nothing but m y tears ', Fears which to thy fad fate were juftly due, And to his loft, by all w h o that lofs knew ; For thy Chariflus was fo much above The eloquence of all our grief and love, That it would be Injurious to his Herfe, To think to crowd his worth into a Verfe i T Could |
