And recking from the Stews Adult'rers come, That Confcience which to all their Crimes was mute, No rigour of the Laws to be releas'd, And much the lefs, because it was their Lord's requeft: They thought it great their Sov'raign to controul, And nam'd their Pride, Nobility of Soul. ''Tis true, the Pigeons, and their Prince Ele& By this the Doves their Wealth and State poffefs, www. To To Crows the like impartial Grace affords, And Choughs and Daws, and fuch Republick Birds: Each has his District, and his Bounds decreed: Here ends the Reign of this pretended Dove; The Paffive Church, that with pretended Grace 'Tis faid the Doves repented, tho' too late, } The Buzzard not content with equal place, Invites the feather'd Nimrods of his Race, To hide the thinnefs of their Flock from Sight, And all together make a feeming, goodly Flight: But each have fep'rate Int'refts of their own, Two Czars, are one too many for a Throne. Nor can th' Ufurper long abstain from Food, Already he has tafted Pigeons Blood: And may be tempted to his former Fare, When this indulgent Lord fhall late to Heav'n repair. Bare benting times, and moulting Months may come, When lagging late, they cannot reach their home: Or Rent in Schifm, (for fo their Fate decrees,) Like the tumultuous College of the Bees; N VOL. IV. They fight their Quarrel, by themselves oppreft; For now the ftreaky Light began to peep; FINIS. A SON G. Grant, a thoufand Oaths I fwore But not to change would wrong me more, Which is, That Lovers which do fwear, II. Chloris does now poffefs that Heart But, though thereof the brags a while, She thinks, by being fair and kind, To hinder my remove, And ne'er fo much as dreams that Change; Above both those, I love. III. Then grieve not any more, nor think My Change is a Disgrace: For though it robs you of one Slave, It leaves another's place: Which your bright Eyes will foon fubdue For if they could not conquer more, The VOYAGE. S one that's from a tedious Voyage come, As at Refolves to put to Sea no more, Or boldly tempt the flatt'ring Main, [home, But having drawn his broken Hull on Shore, To fome kind Saint hangs up his confecrated Oar: I, who a greater Sea had paft, The Ocean of rough Poesie, Where there fo many Shipwrack'd be, And in how many deaths I'd been, Where scarce an empty with or hope could come beWith almoft as confirm'd a Vow, Refolv'd no lefs to confecrate Some Votive Table, which might show The Labours I did undergo; And at a far more eafie, rate, [tween; [rous Fate. Give others the delight to view on Land my dange II. Already was the facred Plank defign'd, And in it now I firft affay'd the Deep, When thinking only near the Shores to keep, There rofe a fudden and tempeftuous Wind, Which made me leave the unfaluted Land behind, The Sea before was calm, and fill, And gentle Airs did with my Streamers play, Scarce ftrong enough my half-ftruck Sail to fill, And through the yielding Crystal force my way, Close by did many a Vessel ride, Whofe Pilots all with Bays were gaily crown'd, Voices and Mirth where heard around, I And of his Flames who fcap'd at Troy's. And as the Thracian Orpheus by his skill To ransom his Eurydice, is faid, And from the Shades brought back the dead; My Song a greater Miracle did tell, And thither chain'd inVerfe alive || Proferpina did lead. III. Such was my Song: but when the Storm arose, And to the Floods did all their Strength oppofe, Some downright fank, fome broken lay, And by the Billows were in triumph born away. * Turn'd Anacreon into English Verfe. veral Love-verfes to Cletia & al. fourth Book of Virg 1. † Made feTranflated th: Claudian's Rapt. Proj. |