From this feffion interdict
Every fowl of tyrant wing,
Save the eagle feather'd king.
Keep the obfequy so ftrict;
Let the priest in furplice white,..
That defunctive mufick ken,
Be the death-divining fwan.
Left the requiem lack his right.
And thou treble-dated crow,
That thy fable gender mak'ft,
With the breath thou giv'ft and tak❜st,--
'Mongft our mourners fhalt thou go.
Here the anthem doth commence,
Love and conftancy is dead,.
Phoenix and the turtle filed
In a mutual flame from hence.
So they loved as love in twain
Had the effence but in one; .
Two diftincts but in none;
Number there in love was flain:
Hearts remote, yet not asunder,
Diftance, and no fpace was feen-
"Twixt thy turtle and his queen,
But in them it were a wonder.
So between them love did fhine,-
That the turtle saw his right
Flaming in the phoenix fight,
Either was the other's mine,-
Property was thus appalled,

That the felf was not the fame,-
Single natures, double name,
Neither two nor one was called.
Reafon in itself confounded,

Saw divifion grow together,

To themselves yet either neither,
Simple were fo well compounded,
That it cried how true a twain
Seemeth this concordant one,
Love hath reafon, reafon none,
If what parts can so remain.
Whereupon it made this threne
To the phoenix and the dove,
Co-fupremes and stars of love,
As chorus to their. tragic scene.

Threnes.

Beauty, truth and rarity,
Grace in all fimplicity,

Hence inclofed, in cynders lie:-
Death is now the phoenix neft,.
And the turtle's loyal breast.
To eternity doth reft;.
Leaving no pofterity,
'Twas not their infirmity,
It was married chastity.

Truth may feem, but cannot be ;
Beauty brag, but 'tis not the ;
Truth and beauty buried be.
To this urn let those repair,.
That are either true or fair;
For these dead birds figh a prayer.

Why fhould this defart be,

For it is unpeopled? No,

Tongue I'll hang on every tree,‹

That fhall civil fayings fhow..

Some how brief the life of man

Runs his erring pilgrimage, That the ftretching of a span

Buckles in his sum of age.

Some of violated vows

'Twixt the fouls of friend and friend, But upon the fairest boughs,

Or at every fentence' end

Will I Rofalinda write;

Teaching all that read to know, The quinteffence of every fprite, Heaven would in little fhow. Therefore heaven nature charg'a, That one body should be fill'a With all graces wide enlarg'd; Nature presently. diftill'd' Helen's cheek, but not her heart, Cleopatra's majesty;

Atalanta's better part,

Sad Lucretia's modefty..

Thus Rofalind of many parts,

By heavenly fynods was devis'd, Of many faces, eyes and hearts,

To have the touches deareft priz'd. Heaven would thefe gifts fhe fhould have, And I to live and die her flave.

THE END.