THE MONUMENT OF A FAIR MAIDEN LADY, BELOW this Marble Monument is laid All that Heav'n wants of this Celestial Maid. The Mold was made on purpose for the And she wou'd lose, if at the latter Day One Atom cou'd be mix'd, of other clay. Her Limbs were form'd with such harmonious So faultless was the Frame, as if the Whole Each Thought was visible that rowl'd within: All white, a Virgin-Saint, she sought the For Marriage, tho' it sullies not, it dies. 20 As if she cou'd not, or she wou'd not find Kind. Yet she had learn'dso much of Heav'n below, But only to refresh the former Hint ; Yet in such Charities she pass'd the Day, 30 A Soul so calm, it knew not Ebbs or Flows, A Female Softness, with a manly Mind; ON THE DEATH OF AMYNTAS. 'TWAS on a Joyless and a Gloomy Morn, When Damon, who design'd to pass the Day With Hounds and Horns, and chase the flying Prey, Rose early from his Bed; but soon he found The Welkin pitch'd with sullen Clouds Thus while he stood, and sighing did survey He saw Menalcas come with heavy pace; 10 Hewrung his Hands, distracted with his Care, The boast of Nature, both his Parents Joy. Too well the Envy of the Gods he knew: For, sure, it was too bountiful a Dole, Then thus he cry'd, The Morn bespoke the News, 30 The Morning did her chearful Light diffuse, But see how suddenly she changed her Face, And brought on Clouds and Rains, the Day's disgrace: Just such, Amyntas, was thy promis'd Race. What Charms adorn'd thy Youth where And more than Man was giv'n us in a Child. snatch'd away, E're Mortals all his Beauties cou'd survey, Just like the Flow'r that buds and withers in a day. MENALCAS. 41 The Mother Lovely, tho' with Grief opprest, Reclin'd his dying Head upon her Breast. The mournful Family stood all around; One Groan was heard, one Universal Sound:" All were in Floods of Tears and endless Sorrow drown'd. So dire a Sadness sate on ev'ry Look, ON THE DEATH OF A VERY YOUNG GENTLEMAN. HF who cou'd view the Book of Destiny, A Soul at once so manly and so kind, Wou'd wonder, when he turned the Volume o're, And after some few Leaves shou'd find no more. Nought but a blank remain, a dead void space, A step of Life that promised such a Race. 10 We must not, dare not think, that Heav'n began A Child, and cou'd not finish him a Man: And giving us the use, did soon recal, 20 Thus then he disappear'd, was rarify'd, For 'tis improper Speech to say he dy❜d: He was exhal'd: His great Creator drew His Spirit, as the Sun the Morning Dew. 'Tis Sin produces Death; and he had none. But the Taint Adam left on ev'ry Son. He added not, he was so pure, so good, 'Twas but th' Original forfeit of his Blood; And that so little, that the River ran 31 More clear than the corrupted Fount began. Nothing remained of the first muddy Clay, The length of Course had wash'd it in the way: So deep, and yet so clear, we might behold The Gravel bottom, and that bottom Gold. As such we lov'd, admir'd, almost ador'd, Gave all the Tribute Mortals could afford. Perhaps we gave so much, the Pow'rs above Grew angry at our superstitious Love : 40 For when we more than Human Homage pay, The charming Cause is justly snatched away. Thus was the Crime not his, but ours alone; And yet we murmur that he went so soon, Though Miraclesareshort and rarely shown. Hear then, yee mournful Parents, and divide That Love in many which in one was ty'd. 50 The Sparkles blaze, though not the Globe of Fire. Love him by Parts in all your num❜rous Race, And from those Parts form one collected Grace; Then, when you have refin'd to that degree, Imagine all in one, and think that one is He. |