With your kind work her drooping hopes revive; : O! save us still; still bless us with thy stay: O! want thy Heaven till we have learn'd the way Refuse to leave thy destined charge too soon, And for the Church's good, defer thy own. O! live, and let thy works urge our belief; Live to explain thy doctrine by thy life; Till future infancy, baptized by thee, Grow ripe in years, and old in piety; Till Christians, yet unborn, be taught to die. Then in full age and hoary holiness Retire, great Teacher, to thy promised bliss ; Untouch'd thy tomb, uninjured be thy dust, As thy own fame among the future just, Till in last sounds the dreadful trumpet speaks; Till judgment calls, and quicken'd nature wakes; Till through the utmost earth and deepest sea Our scatter'd atoms find their destined way, In haste to clothe their kindred souls again, Perfect our state, and build immortal man: Then fearless thou, who well sustain'dst the fight, To paths of joy and tracts of endless light, Lead up all those who heard thee and believed; Midst thy own flock, great Shepherd, be received, And glad all Heaven with millions thou hast saved. ΤΟ . A PERSON WHO WROTE ILL, AND SPAKE WORSE, AGAINST ME. LIE, Philo, untouch'd on my peaceable shelf, Drunk with Helicon's waters and double brew'd To the damage alone of thy bookseller Brag. Pursue me with satire; what harm is there in't? swear. ON THE SAME PERSON. WHILE faster than his costive brain indites, So TO THE LADY ELIZABETH HARLEY, SINCE MARCHIONESS OF CARMARTHEN, ON A COLUMN OF HER DRAWING. WHEN future ages shall with wonder view TO THE RIGHT HON. THE COUNTESS DOWAGER OF DEVONSHIRE, ON A PIECE OF WIESSEN'S1, WHEREON WERE ALL HER GRANDSONS PAINTED. WIESSEN and Nature held a long contest With pleasing thought the wondrous combat grew, With art increased their utmost skill they tried, And, both well-pleased they had themselves surpass'd, The goddess triumph'd, and the painter died. 1 Lord Oxford, who calls this painter Wissing, says he was born at Amsterdam, and became a formidable rival to Sir Godfrey Kneller in England, but died at the early age of thirty-one, in 1687. Prior wrote these lines on his last per formance. That both their skill to this vast height did raise, When Heaven had you and gracious Anna' made, It but kept up to these, nor could do more With all that world of charms which soon will move That thought can fancy, or that Heaven can form, So when the parent sun, with genial beams, He sees himself improved, while every stone, 2 Eldest daughter of the Countess. So when great Rhea many births had given, Such as might govern earth, and people heaven, Her glory grew diffused; and, fuller known, She saw the deity in every son: And to what god soe'er men altars raised, Ah! Wiessen, had thy art been so refined, "Twould still be wonderful, and still be new, Against what time, or spite, or fate, could do, Till thine, confused with Nature's pieces lie, And Cavendish's name, and Cecil's honour die. ΤΟ A YOUNG LADY, WHO WAS FOND OF FORTUNE-TELLING. You, madam, may with safety go, Decrees of destiny to know; For at your birth kind planets reign'd, |