Presenting a Lark Imitation of Cowley Go tuneful bird, forbear to soar, And the bright sun admire no more; And turn a bird of paradise. In those fair beams thy wings display, Nor, tho' her slave, thy lot deplore; She gains from us, as now from thee, But happier you attention gain, While wretched lovers sing in vain. On Silence SILENCE! Coœval with Eternity; Thou wert e'er Nature's self began to be, 'Twas one vast Nothing, All, and All slept fast in thee. Thine was the Sway, e'er Heav'n was form'd or Earth, IO E'er fruitful Thought conceiv'd Creation's Birth, In one more various Animal combin'd, And fram'd the clam'rous Race of busie Human-kind. Lost in the Maze of Words, he turns again, Oppress'd with Argumental Tyranny, And routed Reason finds a safe Retreat in thee. And 'tis in thee at last that Wisdom seeks for Rest. Silence, the Knave's Repute, the Whore's good Name, Thy very want of Tongue makes thee a kind of Fame. ΙΟ 20 30 The Parson's Cant, the Lawyer's Sophistry, Lord's Quibble, Critick's Jest; all end in thee, All rest in Peace at last, and sleep eternally. On a Fan Imitation of Waller COME, gentle Air! th' Æolian Shepherd said, At random wounds, nor knows the wound she gives: And pities Procris, while her lover dies. The Garden Imitation of Cowley FAIN would my Muse the flow'ry Treasures sing, ΙΟ 40 The thin Undress of superficial Light, ΙΟ 20 30 |