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Ome thoughtless heads perhaps admire to see
That I fo little to your Titles bow;

But wonder not my Friend, I fwear to me
You were as great before as now.

Honour to you does nothing give,

Tho' from your worth much luftre fhe receive.

II.

Your native Glory does fo far out-do

That of the Sphere wherein you move,
That I can nothing but your felf in you
Obferve, admire, esteem or love.
You are a Diamond fet in Gold,

The Curious, the Rich stone, not this behold,
III.

All that to your late Honour you can owe
Is only that you're brought in view;
You don't begin to have, but Men to know,
Your Votaries are increas'd, not you.
So the Sun's height adds not t' his light,
But only does expofe him more to fight.

IV.

To fome whofe native worth more dimly shin'd
Honour might fome improvement give,
As Metals which the Sun has lefs refin'd'
A value from their Stamp receive.
But you like Gold, pafs for no more

Tho Stampd, than for your weight you wou'd before.

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A Divine Hymn on the Creation.

I.

Wake my Lyre, and thy fweer forces joyn
With me to fing an Hymn Divine,
Let both our Strains in pleafing numbers flow,
But fee, thy ftrings with tedioufnefs and pain
Arife into a tuneful ftrain,

How canft thou filent lye?

The Universe is Harmony,
Awake, and move by fympathy,

My heart's already tuned, O why art thou to flow!

II.

Jehovah is our Theme, th' Eternal King,
Whofe Praise admiring Angels fing,

They fee with fteddy and attentive eyes
His naked Beauties, and from Vifion raise

To wondrous heights their Love and Praife.
We Mortals only view

His Back-parts, and that darkly too,
We must fall short, what fhall we do,

But neither too can they up to his grandeur rife.

III.

No power can jufly praife him but must be
As great, as infinite as he,
He comprehends his boundlefs felf alone,
Created minds too fhallow are and dim

His works to fathom, much more him.
Our Praife at height will be
Short by a whole infinity,

Of his all-glorious Deity,

He cannot have the full and ftands in need

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Wharplenitude is fule the bine EIN ON

He can't be lefs, nor can he mote receive,
But ftands one fix'd Superlative.

He's in himfelf compendiously bleft;

We, acted by the Weights of firong defire,

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To good without our felves afpire,
We're always moving hence

Like lines from the Circumference, our tendency
To fome more in-lodg'd excellence. to the Spiritual

But he is one unmov'd felf-center'd Point of Rest-centre of

V.

Why then, if full of Blifs that ne're could cloy,
Would he do ought but still enjoy?

Why not indulge his felf-fufficing ftate,
Live to himself at large, calm and fecure,
A wife eternal Epicure?

Why Six days work, to frame

A Monument of Praife and Fame
To him whofe Bliss is still the fame ?

BEING,

What need the wealthy Coin, or he that's Bleft Create?
VI.

Almighty Love the fairest Gem that fhone

All-round, and half made up his Throne,

His Favourite and Darling excellence,
Whom oft he would his Royal Virtue ftile,
And view with a peculiar Smile,
Love moved him to Create
Beings that might participate

Of their Creator's happy ftate,

And that good which he could not heighten, to difpence.

VII.

How large thy Empire, Love, how great thy Sway!
Omnipotence does thee obey.
What complicated Wonders in thee shine!
He that t'infinity it self is great

Has one way to be greater yet;
Love will the method fhew,
'Tis to impart; what is't that thou
O Sovereign Paffion can'ft not do?

Thou mak'st Divinity it felf much more divine.

VIII.

With pregnant love full-fraught, the great Three-One,
Would now no longer be alone.

Love, gentle Love unlocke his fruitful Breast,
And 'woke th' Ideas which there dormant lay.
Awak'd their Beauties they difplay:
Th' Almighty fmil'd to fee

The comely Form and Harmony
Of his Eternal Imag'ry;

He faw 'twas good and fair, and th' Infant Platform bleft.

IX.

Ye Seeds of Being, in whofe fair Bofoms dwell
The Forms of all things poffible;

Arife, and your Prolific force difplay;
Let a fair Iffue in your Moulds be cast
To fill in part this empty wafte.
He fpake. The empty space
Immediately in Travel was

And foon brought forth a formless mass,
Firft matter came undrefs'd, the made fuch hafte t' obey.
X.

But foon a Plaftick Spirit did ferment
The liquid dusky element.

The Mafs harmoniously begins to move,

Let there be Light, faid God, 'twas faid and done,
The Mafs dipt through with brightness shone.
Nature was pleas'd to fee

This feature of Divinity,

Th' Almighty fimil'd as well as fhe,

He own'd his likeness there, and did his First-born love.

XI.

But lo, I fee a goodly Frame arife

Vait folding Orbs, and azure Skies, With lucid whirl-pools the vast Arch does fhine, The Sun by day fhews to each World his light, The Stars fand fentinel by night.

In midt of all is ipread

That pondrous bulk whereon we tread,
But where is its Foundation laid?

'Tis pompous all and

great, and worthy hands divine,

XII.

Thy Temple's built great God, but where is he
That muit admire both it and thee?

Ope one Scene more, my Mufe, blefs and adore,
See there in folemn Councel and Debate
The great divine Triumvirate.
The reft one word obey'd,

'Twas done almoft before 'twas faid;
But Man was not fo cheaply made,

To make the World was great, but t epitomife it more.

XIII.

Th' accomplish'd work stands his fevere review
Whose Judgment's most exactly true.
In Nature's Book were no Errata's found,
All things are good, faid God, they answer well
The Ideas which within me dwell;
The Angelick voices, joyn
Their Praise to the Applaufe divine,
The Morning Stars in Hymns combine,

And as they fung and play'd,the jocant Orbs danc't round,

XIV.

With this thy Quire Divine, great God I bring
My Euchariftick Offering.
I cannot here fing more exalted Layes,
But what's defective now I will fupply
When I enjoy thy Deity.

Then may it thou fleep my Lyre,
I fhall not then thy help require,
Diviner Thoughts will then me fire

Than thou, tho'play'd on by an Angels hand, canft raife.

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Plato's two Cupids.

I.

HE Heart of Man's a living Butt,
At which two different Archers shoot,
Their fhafts are pointed both with fire,
Both wound our Hearts with hot defire.

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