XI. Nor Fire, nor Foe, nor Fate, nor Night, Who bravely twice renew'd the Fight. XII. Though ftill his Foes in number grew, XIII. But Death in all her Forms appears, For whom he leads, and whom he bears. Love making all things elfe his Foes, Whatever doth his Course oppofe. XV. This was the Cause the Poets fung, XVI. Her Father, not her Son, art thou: From our Defires our Actions grow; XVII. Love is as old as Place or Time; 'Twas he the fatal Tree did climb, Grandfire of Father Adam's Crime. His Father and Son。 XVIII. Well may'ft thou keep this World in awe; Religion, Wisdom, Honour, Law, The Tyrant in his Triumph draw. XIX. 'Tis he commands the Pow'rs above; Phabus refigns his Darts, and Jove His Thunder, to the God of Love. XX.. To him doth his feign'd Mother yield ; XXI. He clips Hope's Wings, whofe airy Blifs But less than nothing, if it mifs. XXII. When Matches Love alone projects, That Wild-fire's quencht in cold Neglects. XXIII. Whilft thofe Conjunctions prove the best, XXIV. Though Solomon with a thousand Wives, To get a wife Succeffor ftrives, But one (and he a Fool) survives. XXV. Old Rome of Children took no care, XXVI. Love, drowsy Days and ftormy Nights XXVII. Well chofen Friendship, the most noble But when th' unlucky Knot we tye, The Wolf, the Lion, and the Bear, XXX. Yet timorous Deer, and harmless Sheep, XXXI. Who then can blame the Am❜rous Boy, To quench his own, fet Fire on Troy? XXXII. Such is the World's prepofterous Fate, But Love may Beafts excufe, for they XXXIV. But Man's that Savage Beaft, whofe Mind Delights to prey upon his Kind. ON cow Mr. ABRAHAM COWLEY His Death and Burial amongst the Ο LD Chaucer, like the Morning Star, To us difcovers Day from far; His Light thofe Mifts and Clouds diffolv'd, By Shakespear's, Johnson's, Fletcher's Lines, Till Time had blafted all their Bays:- That pluckt the faireft, fweetest Flow'r To Cowley fcarce did Ripeness give. Old Mother Wit, and Nature, gave But both in him fò equal are, None knows which bears the happy'st Share; He did not fteal, but Emulate; And when he would like them appear, Their Garb, but not their Cloaths, did wear: He not from Rome alone, but Greece, Like Jafon, brought the Golden Fleece; |