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WE E PIN G.
W H ILE Celia's Tears make forrow bright,
VV Proud Grief sits swelling in her eyes ; The Sun, next those the fairest light,
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 :
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SILENCE! coeval with Eternity;
Thou wert, ere Nature's self began to be, 'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in
Thine was the fway, ere heav'n was form’d,
or earth, Ęre fruitful Thought conceiv'd creation's birth, Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant forth,
In one more various animal combin'd, And fram’d the clam'rous race of busy Humankind,
low, • 'Till wrangling Science taught it noise and show, And wicked Wit arose, thy most abusive foe,
Lost in the maze of words he turns again, And seeks a surer state, and courts thy gentle reign.
Afflicted Sense thou kindly dost set free,
Oppress’d with argumental tyranny,
And in thy bosom lurks in Thought's disguise; Thou varnisher of Fools, and cheat of all the Wise!
Folly by thee lies sleeping in the breast, ". And 'tis in thee at last that Wisdom seeks for rest
IX. 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
. X. But could'st thou seize some tongues that now
are free, How Church and State should be oblig'd to thee? At Senate, and at Bar, how welcome would'st
. XI. Yet speech ev’n there, fubmiffively withdraws,
From rights of subjects, and the poor man's cause: Then pompous Silence reigns, and stills the noisy Laws.
XII. Past services of friends, good deeds of foes,
What Fav'rites gain, and what the Nation owes, Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repose.
The courtier's learning, policy o'th' gown, Are best by thee express’d; and shine in thee alone.
XIV. The parson’s cant, the lawyer's sophistry, Lord's quibble, critic's jest; all end in thee, All rest in peace at last, and sleep eternally.
E. of DORSET.
Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke:
And wear a cleaner smock.
Are oddly join’d by fate :
That lies and stinks in state.
All white and black beside :
And masculine her stride.