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Hard by a sty, beneath a roof of thatch,
Slander beside her like a magpie chatters,
ON A LADY SINGING TO HER LUTE.
FAIR charmer! cease; nor make your voice's prize
ON A FAN OF THE AUTHOR'S DESIGN,
IN WHICH WAS PAINTED THE STORY OF CEPHALUS AND
PROCRIS, WITH THE MOTTO 'AURA VENI.'
COME, gentle air! the Æolian shepherd said,
Yet guiltless too this bright destroyer lives,
Fain would my Muse the flowery treasures sing,
infants in their beds are laid,
The stream at once preserves her virgin leaves, At once a shelter from her boughs receives, Where summer's beauty midst of winter stays, And winter's coolness spite of summer's rays.
Proud grief sits swelling in her eyes;
Thus from the ocean first did rise:
Foretell the fervour of the day :
And blasting lightnings burst away.
So like a Phaëton appears,
Thought fit to drown him in her tears;
EARL OF ROCHESTER.
Silence! coëval with eternity; Thou wert ere Nature's self began to be, 'Twas one vast nothing all, and all slept fast in thee. Thine was the sway ere Heaven was form’d, or
Earth, Ere fruitful Thought conceived Creation's birth, Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant
forth. Then various elements against thee join'd, In one more various animal combined, And framed the clamorous race of busy humankind. The tongue moved gently first, and speech was low, Till wrangling Science taught it noise and show, And wicked Wit arose, thy most abusive foe. But rebel Wit deserts thee oft in vain : Lost in the maze of words he turns again, And seeks a surer state, and courts thy gentle reign. Amicted Sense thou kindly dost set free, Oppress'd with argumental tyranny, And routed Reason finds a safe retreat in thee. With thee in private modest Dulness lies, And in thy bosom lurks in Thought's disguise ! Thou varnisher of fools, and cheat of all the wise ! Yet thy indulgence is by both confess'd; Folly by thee lies sleeping in the breast, And 'tis in thee at last that Wisdom seeks for rest. Silence! the knave's repute, the whore's good name, The only honour of the wishing dame; The very want of tongue makes thee a kind of fame. But couldst thou seize some tongues that now are
free, How church and state should be obliged to thee! At senate and at bar how welcome wouldst thou be!