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And cam❜st again to visit us once more ?
Or wert thou that sweet-smiling youth?

Or that crown'd matron sage white-robed Truth? Or any other of that heavenly brood

[good? Let down in cloudy throne to do the world some



Or wert thou of the golden-winged host,
Who having clad thyself in human weed,
To earth from thy prefixed seat didst post,
And after short abode fly back with speed,
As if to show what creatures heav'n doth breed,
Thereby to set the hearts of men on fire
To scorn the sordid world and unto heav'n aspire ?


But oh, why didst thou not stay here below
To bless us with thy heav'n-lov'd innocence,
To slake his wrath whom sin hath made our foe,
To turn swift-rushing black Perdition hence,
Or drive away the slaughtering Pestilence,


To stand 'twixt us and our deserved smart? But thou canst best perform that office where thou




Then thou, the Mother of so sweet a Child,
Her false imagin'd loss cease to lament,

53 Or wert] In this line a dissyllable word is wanting. Mr. J. Heskin conjectured'Or wert thou Mercy,' &c.


And wisely learn to curb thy sorrows wild;
Think what a present thou to God hast sent,
And render him with patience what he lent;
This if thou do, he will an offspring give
That till the world's last end shall make thy name
to live.


At a VACATION EXERCISE in the COLLEGE, part Latin, part English. The Latin speeches ended, the English thus began.

HAIL, native Language, that by sinews weak
Didst move my first endeavouring tongue to speak,
And mad'st imperfect words with childish trips,
Half unpronounc'd, slide through my infant lips,
Driving dumb silence from the portal door,
Where he had mutely sat two years before :
Here I salute thee, and thy pardon ask,
That now I use thee in my latter task:

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5 dumb silence] Nonni Dionys. xv. 10. úówvýτw olwπñ. Chapman's Homer's Il. p. 98, ' Dumb silence seiz'd them all.' Daniel's Poems, ii. 236. Wishart's Immanuel, p. 66. Syl vester's Du Bartas, p. 5. England's Helicon, p. 259. C. Cotton's Poems, p. 239. Buchanan. Sylv. p. 310, 'tacitæ per muta silentia silvæ.'

Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee,
I know my tongue but little grace can do thee: 10
Thou need'st not be ambitious to be first,

Believe me I have thither pack'd the worst ;
And if it happen as I did forecast,

The daintiest dishes shall be serv'd up last.
I pray thee then deny me not thy aid



For this same small neglect that I have made :
But haste thee straight to do me once a pleasure,
And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefest treasure,
Not those new fangled toys, and trimming slight
Which takes our late fantastics with delight,
But cull those richest robes, and gay'st attire
Which deepest spirits, and choicest wits desire:
I have some naked thoughts that rove about,
And loudly knock to have their passage out;
And weary of their place do only stay
Till thou hast deck'd them in thy best array;
That so they may without suspect or fears
Fly swiftly to this fair assembly's ears;
Yet I had rather, if I were to choose,
Thy service in some graver subject use,



Such as may make thee search thy coffers round,
Before thou clothe my fancy in fit sound:
Such where the deep transported mind may soar
Above the wheeling poles, and at Heav'n's door
Look in, and see each blissful Deity


30 graver] An anticipation of the subject of Par. Lost, if we substitute Christian for Pagan ideas. Warton.

How he before the thunderous throne doth lie,
List'ning to what unshorn Apollo sings

To th' touch of golden wires, while Hebe brings
Immortal nectar to her kingly sire :



Then passing through the spheres of watchful fire,
And misty regions of wide air next under,
And hills of snow, and lofts of piled thunder,
May tell at length how green-ey'd Neptune raves,
In Heav'n's defiance mustering all his waves;
Then sing of secret things that came to pass
When beldam Nature in her cradle was;
And last of kings and queens and heroes old,
Such as the wise Demodocus once told,
In solemn songs at king Alcinous' feast,
While sad Ulysses' soul, and all the rest,
Are held with his melodious harmony,
In willing chains and sweet captivity.
But fie, my wand'ring Muse, how thou dost stray!
Expectance calls thee now another way,
Thou know'st it must be now thy only bent
To keep in compass of thy predicament :

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36 thunderous] Jortin proposed 'thunderer's throne;' but see P. L. x. 702, thunderous clouds;' and Sylvester's Du Bartas, p. 420. 'Rushing with thundrous roar.'

Warton and Todd. 37 unshorn] Hor. Od. i. xxi. 2. 'Intonsum, pueri, dicite Cynthium.' And Pind. Pyth. Od. iii. 26. Newton.

40 watchful] Vigiles flammas.' Ov. Art. Am. iii. 463. 'Vigil flamma.' Trist. iii. v. 4. Warton.

52 sweet] Tasso, Gier. Lib. c. vi. st. 84. 'Giogo di servitu dolce e leggiero.' Du Bartas, p. 997. 'The willing chains of my captivitie.' Warton and Todd.

Then quick about thy purpos'd business come,
That to the next I may resign my room.

Then ENS is represented as father of the Predicaments his ten sons, whereof the eldest stood for Substance with his canons, which ENS, thus speaking, explains.


Good luck befriend thee, Son; for at thy birth
The fairy ladies danc'd upon the hearth;
Thy drowsy nurse hath sworn she did them spy
Come tripping to the room where thou didst lie,
And sweetly singing round about thy bed
Strow all their blessings on thy sleeping head. 64
She heard them give thee this, that thou shouldst
From eyes of mortals walk invisible:

[still Yet there is something that doth force my fear, For once it was my dismal hap to hear



A Sibyl old, bow-bent with crooked age
That far events full wisely could presage,
And in time's long and dark prospective glass.
Foresaw what future days should bring to pass;
Your son, said she (nor can you it prevent),
Shall subject be to many an accident.
O'er all his brethren he shall reign as king,
Yet every one shall make him underling,
And those that cannot live from him asunder
Ungratefully shall strive to keep him under,
In worth and excellence he shall out-go them,
Yet being above them, he shall be below them; 80
From others he shall stand in need of nothing,

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