Nature frank in, and all my Courage dy'd.
But now Refolv'd, and firm l'il be,

Since Lord, 'tis mingled, and reach'd out by thee.

II.

I'll truft my great Physician's skill,
I know what he prefcribes can ne'r be ill;
To each Difeafe he knows what's fit,
I own him wife and good, and do fubmit,
I'll now no longer grieve or pine,
Since 'tis thy pleasure Lord, it fhall be mine.
III.

Thy Med'cine puts me to great smart, Thou'ft wounded me in my molt tender part; But 'tis with a defign to cure,

I muft and will thy Sovereign touch endure.
All that I prized below is gone,
But yet I still will pray, thy Will be done.
IV.

Since 'tis thy Sentence I fhould part
With the most precious Treasure of my Heart,
I freely that and more refign,

My Heart it felf, as its Delight is thine,
My little All I give to thee,

Thou gav'it a greater Gift, thy Son, to me,

V.

He left crue Blifs and Joys above,
Himfelf he emptied of all good, but love;
For me he freely did forfake

More good, than he from me can ever take,
A Mortal Life for a Divine

He took, and did at last even that refign.
VI.

Take all great God, I will not grieve,
But ftill will with, that I had still to give.
I hear thy Voice, thou bid'ft me quit
My Paradife, I blefs and do fubmit.

I will not murmur at thy Word,
Nor beg thy Angel to fheath up his Sword.

Own (my gentle Guide) that much I owe
For all thy tutelary Care and Love,

Through Life's wild maze thou'ft led me hitherto,
Nor ever wilt (I hope) thy Tent remove;

But yet t' have been compleatly true,

Thou should't have guarded her Life too.
Thou know'it my Soul did moft inhabit there,
I could have fpared thee, t' have guarded her.

II.

But fince by thy neglect, or Heavens Decree,
She's gone t'encreate the pleafures of the Bleit,
Since in this Sphere my San I ne're fhall fee,
Grant me (kind Spirit) grant me this Request.
When I fhall eafe thy charge and dye,
(For fure I think thou wilt be by)

Lead me through all the numerous Holt above,
And bring my new-flown Soul to her I love.

III.

With what high Paffion fhall we then embrace!
What Pleasure will the take t' impart to me
The Rites and Methods of that Sacred place,
And what a Heaven 'twill be to learn from thee!
That Pleafure 1 fhall then I fear

As ill as now my forrow bear;
And could then any Chance my Life destroy,
I fhould I fear then dye again with Joy.

WE

The Defiance.

I.

Ell Fortune, now (if e're) you have fhewn What you had in your power to do, My wandring Love at length had fix'd on one,

One

One who might please even unconftant you.
Me of this one you have deprived

On whom I stay'd, my Soul, in whom I liv'd,
You've fhewn your Power and I refign,
But now I'll fhew thee Fortune, what's in mine.
II.

I

I will not, no will not grieve,

My tears within their banks shall stand;
Do what thou wilt, I am refolved to Live,
Since thee I can't, I will my felf command.
I will my Paffions fo controul

That neither they, nor thou fhalt hurt my Soul
I'll run fo counter to thy will,
Thy good I'll relish, but not feel thy Ill.

III.

I felt the Shaft that last was fent,
But now thy Quiver I defy.

I fear no Pain from thee or Difcontent,
Clad in the Armour of Philofophy.

Thy last feiz'd on me out of guard,
Unarm'd too far within thy reach I dar'd,
But now the field I'll dearly fell,
I'm now (at least by thee) Impassable,

IV.

My Soul now foars high and fublime
Beyond the Spring of thy best bow,

Like thole who fo long on high Mountains climb
Till they fee Rain and Thunder here below.

In vain thou'lt fpend thy Darts on me,

My Fort's too strong for thy Artillery,

Thy clofeft aim won't touch my Mind, Here's all thy gain, still to be thought more blind.

Superftition.

I.

I Care not tho it be

By the precifer fort thought Popery;
We Poets can a Licence (hew

For every thing we do,

Hear then my little Saint, I'll Pray to thee.

II.

If now thy happy mind

Amidst its various Joys can leafure find
Tattend to any thing fo low
As what I fay or do,

Regard, and be what thou waft ever, kind.

Let not the Bleft above

Engrofs thee quite, but fometimes hither rove;
Fain would I thy fweet Image fee

And fit, and talk with thee,

Nor is it Curiofity but Love.

IV.

Ah what delight 'twou'd be

Would't thou fometimes by ftealth converse with me !
How fhould I thy fweet Commerce prize
And other Joys defpife!

Come then, I nere was yet deny'd by thee.

V.

I would not long detain

Thy Soul from Blifs, no keep thee here in pain.
Nor fhould thy Fellow-Saints e're know
Of thy efcape below,

Before thou'rt mifs'd, thou thould't return again.

-VI.

Sure Heaven muft needs thy Love

As well as other qualities improve.
Come then and recreate my fight
With rays of thy pure Light,

Twill chear my Eyes more than the Lamps above.

VII. But

VII.

But if Fate's fo fevere,

As to confine thee to thy Blissful Sphere, (And by thy Abfence I fhall know Whether thy ftate be fo)

Live happy, but be mindful of me there.

The Complaint of Adam turn'd out of Paradise.

A

I.

ND must I go, and muft I be no more
The Tenant of this happy ground?
Can no referves of pity me refore,

Can no attonement for my ftay compound?
All the rich Odours that here grow I'd give
To Heaven in Incenfe, might I here but live.
Or if it be a Grace too high

To live in Eden, let me there but dye.

II.

Fair place, thy Sweets I juft began to know,
And must I leave thee now again?

Ah why does Heaven fuch fhort-liv'd Blifs beftow?
A taste of Pleafure, but fall draught of Pain.
I ask not to be chief in this Bleft State,
Let Heaven fome other for that place create.
So 'tis in Eden, let me but have
An under-gardiner's place, 'tis all I crave.

III.

But 'twill not do I fee, I muft away,

My Feet prophane this facred Ground;
Stay then bright Minifter, one Minute ftay,
Let me in Eden take one farewell round.
Let me go gather but one fragrant Bough
Which as a Relique, I may keep and fhem;
Fear not the Tree of Life; it were
A Curfe to be Immortal, and not here.

IV. 'Tis