They neither could defend, nor can pursue, But grind their Teeth, and cast a helpless view : In vain with Darts a distant War they try, Mean while the Ravishers their Crimes enjoy, There Cymon with his Rhodian Friend resides, Both Court, and Wed at once the willing A War ensues, the Cretans own their Cause, Till Peace propounded by a Truce begins. In safety landed on the Candian Shore, With generous Wines their Spirits they remove; restore; 639 630 | And happy each at Home enjoys his love. VENI CREATOR. Text from the original in Examen Poeticum, 1693. 20 30 TE DEUM. THEE, Sovereign God, our grateful Accents praise; We own thee Lord, and bless thy wondrous To thee, Eternal Father, Earth's whole With loudest Trumpets sounds immortal Lord God of Hosts! for thee the heav'nly With sounding Anthems fill the vaulted Thy Cherubims thrice Holy, Holy, Holy cry; } Both Heav'n and Earth thy Majesty dis- They owe their Beauty to thy glorious Thy Praises fill the loud Apostles' Quire: Around the World maintains a second Part, The Father of unbounded Majesty ; Ilave Mercy on us, Lord, have Mercy still: As we have hop'd, do thou reward our Pain 20 We've hop'd in thee, let not our Hope be vain. HYMN FOR THE NATIVITY OF ST. JOHN BAPTIST, O SYLVAN Prophet! whose eternal Fame The Musick of our Numbers raise, A Messenger from high Olympus came TE DEUM. First printed as Dryden's by Scott from a Roman Catholic Primer of Hymns, 1706, HYMN FOR THE NATIVITY OF ST. JOHN. Printed with an incorrect title by Scott from the same. The title was corrected by Saintsbury, who adds ; Hearing the News, and doubting in Surprize, In the Recess of Nature's dark Abode, Whilst each glad Parent told and blest other verses from the Primer. There is no proof that these are Dryden's, and in any case, since the compilers of Hymn Books often deal inmorally with their texts, it seems best not to publish what may be spurious and is certain'y corrupt, LINES IN A LETTER TO HIS LADY COUSIN, WHO HAD GIVEN HIM A SILVER INKSTAND, WITH A SET OF WRITING MATERIALS, 1655. FOR since 'twas mine, the white hath lost | You, Fairest Nymph, are Waxe: Oh may its Hiew, To show twas n'ere it selfe but whilst in The virgin Waxe hath blush'd it selfe to red you bee As well in Softnesse as in Purity! LINES PRINTED UNDER THE ENGRAVED PORTRAIT IN TONSON'S FOLIO EDITION OF THE PARADISE LOST,' 1688. THREE Poets, in three distant Ages born, IMPROMPTU LINES ADDRESSED TO HIS COUSIN, IN A CONVERSATION AFTER DINNER ON THE ORIGIN OF NAMES. endures, So much Religion in your Name doth dwell, | My Pray'rs shall be, while this short Life of old, ] Pictures drawn Their owners' Nature and their Story told. These may go Hand in Hand, with you and FRAGMENT OF A CHARACTER OF JACOB TONSON, HIS PUBLISHER. WITH leering Looks, Bull-fac'd, and freckl'd fair, Lines In A LETTER. Text from the original as printed. 10 SONGS FROM THE PLAYS. SONG OF AERIAL SPIRITS, FROM THE INDIAN QUEEN. FROM THE SAME An fading joy, how quickly art thou past! Yet we thy ruine haste: POOR Mortals that are clog'd with Earth As if the Cares of Humane Life were few, below We seek out new, And follow Fate that does too fast pursue. See how on ev'ry Bough the Birds express Such troubles chuse to know, Hark, hark, the Waters fall, fall, fall FROM THE MAIDEN QUEEN. 10 FROM AN EVENING'S LOVE. You charm'd me not with that fair face Though it was all Divine : To be anothers is the Grace, That makes me wish you mine. First mad with hope we undertake But once possess'd we faintly make Now ev'ry Friend is turn'd a foc In hope to get our store; Had never like me, a Slave under his Pow'r. And passion makes us Cowards grow Which made us brave before. FROM THE SAME. 10 Such a grace as to love unto ev'ry one's When, with a Sigh, she accords me the heart; For many may wish To be wounded, and miss. Then blest be loves Fire, And more blest her Eyes that first taught ing, me desire. 30 Ah what a joy to hear, shall we again ! |