There, where great emperors their heads lay down, Enjoy that solid peace which here in vain, None of hell's agents can or dare molest No prisoners' sighs, no groanings of the slave, From toil and labour here they ever cease, Why then does Heaven on mortals life bestow, My sighs flow thick, my groans sound from afar, THE INFIDEL. FAREWELL, fruition, thou grand cruel cheat, Which first our hopes dost raise, and then defeat; Farewell, thou midwife, to abortive bliss, Thou mystery of fallacies. Distance presents the object fair, With charming features, and a graceful air; So to the unthinking boy the distant sky He with ambitious haste climbs the ascent, But when, with an unwearied pace, And yet 'twas long e'er I could throughly see This grand impostor's frequent treachery: Though often fool'd, yet I should still dream on Of pleasure in reversion: Though still he did my hopes deceive, His fair pretensions I would still believe. Such was my charity, that though I knew And found him false, yet I would think him true. But now he shall no more with shows deceive, His fallacies, that now they're known.— THE CHOICE. Stet quicunque volet potens No, I shan't envy him, whoe'er he be, I'd rather be secure than great. Of being so high the pleasure is but small, Let me in some sweet shade serenely lie, Whilst others place their joys In popularity and noise, Let my soft minutes glide obscurely on, Thus, when my days are all in silence past, To him a mighty misery, Who to the world was popularly known, THE MEDITATION. It must be done, my soul, but 'tis a strange, When thou shalt leave this tenement of clay, Shalt be thou know'st not what, and live thou know'st not how. Amazing state! No wonder that we dread Death could not a more sad retinue find Sickness and pain before, and darkness all behind. Some courteous ghost, tell this great secresy, You warn us of approaching death, and why When life's close knot, by writ from destiny, When after some delays, some dying strife, Does she launch out into the sea of vast eternity! So when the spacious globe was delug'd o'er, On the utmost bough the astonish'd sinners stocd, HYMN TO DARKNESS. HAIL, thou most sacred, venerable thing! Thee, from whose pregnant, universal womb Who can the secrets of thy essence tell? Before great Love this monument did raise, Before the birth of either time or place, Thy native lot thou didst to light resign, Here with a quiet, but yet awful hand, To thy protection fear and sorrow flee, And those that weary are of light, find rest in thee. Though light and glory be the Almighty's throne, From that his radiant beauty, but from thee Thus, when he first proclaimed his sacred law, Like princes on some great solemnity, H' appear'd in's robes of state, and clad himself with thee. The bless'd above do thy sweet umbrage prize, When, cloy'd with light, they veil their eyes; The vision of the Deity is made More sweet and beatific by thy shade; |