XII. When they have rack'd the politician's breast, And, when reduc'd to thee, are least unsafe and best. XIII. But Nothing, why does Something still permit, Whilft weighty Something modeftly abstains XV. Nothing, who dwell'ft with fools in grave disguise, For whom they reverend fhapes and forms devise, Lawn fleeves, and furs, and gowns, when they like thee look wife. XVI. French truth, Dutch prowefs, British policy, Spaniards' dispatch, Danes' wit, are mainly feen in thee. XVII. The great man's gratitude to his best friend, Kings' promifes, whores' vows, towards thee they bend, Flow swiftly into thee, and in thee ever end. TRANS TRANSLATION O F SOME LINES IN LUCRETIUS. ΤΗ HE Gods, by right of nature, must possess Far off remov'd from us and our affairs, The latter End of the CHORUS of the Second A&t of SENECA'S TROAS, Tranflated. AFTER Death nothing is, and nothing Death, The utmost limits of a gafp of breath. Let the ambitious zealot lay aside His hope of heaven (whose faith is but his pride); Nor be concern'd which way, or where, After this life they fhall be hurl'd : Dead, we become the lumber of the world, And to that mafs of matter fhall be swept Where things destroy'd with things unborn are kept ; Devouring Time swallows us whole, Impartial Death confounds body and soul. For For hell, and the foul fiend that rules Devis'd by rogues, dreaded by fools, TO HIS SACRED MAJESTY, ON HIS RESTORATION in the YEAR 1660. IRTUE's triumphant fhrine! who doft engage At once three kingdoms in a pilgrimage; Which in extatic duty ftrive to come Out of themselves, as well as from their home; And loyal Kent renews her arts again, Fencing her ways with moving groves of men; And though my youth, not patient yet to bear ROCHESTER. то TO HER SACRED MAJESTY THE QUEEN-MOTHER, Ο Ν THE DEATH of MARY, Princess of Orange. RE ESPITE, great queen, your just and hafty fears: There's no infection lodges in our tears. Though our unhappy air be arm'd with death, Yet fighs have an untainted guiltless breath. Oh! stay a while, and teach your equal skill To understand, and to fupport our ill. You that in mighty wrongs an age have spent, And feem to have out-liv'd ev'n banishment: Whom traiterous mischief fought its earliest prey, When to moft facred blood it made its way; And did thereby its black design impart, To take his head, that wounded first his heart: You that unmov'd great Charles's ruin stood, When three great nations funk beneath the load; Then a young daughter loft, yet balfam found To stanch that new and freshly-bleeding wound; And, after this, with fixt and steady eyes Beheld noble Gloucester's obfequies: your And then fuftain'd the royal Princess' fall Thofe Those winds that bid you stay, and loudly roar Of sharing in this scene of tragedy: While fickness, from whofe rage you post away, Who, left the bleeding corpfe fhould them betray, If they have caus'd our lofs, then fo have you, ROCHESTER, of Wadham College. AN |