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How those malignant atoms forc'd their way,

What in the faultlefs frame they found to make their prey?

Where ev'ry element was weigh'd fo well,
That heav'n alone, who mix'd the mass, cou'd tell
Which of the four ingredients cou'd rebel;
And where, imprison'd in so sweet a cage,
A foul might well be pleas'd to pass an age.

And yet the fine materials made it weak:
Porcelain, by being pure, is apt to break :
Ev'n to your breast the sickness durft aspire ;
And, forc'd from that fair temple to retire,
Profanely fet the holy place on fire.

In vain your lord like young Vefpafian mourn'd, When the fierce flames the fanctuary burn'd: And I prepar'd to pay in verses rude

A most detefted act of gratitude :

Ev'n this had been your elegy, which now
Is offer'd for your health, the table of my vow.
Your angel fure our Morley's mind infpir'd,
To find the remedy your ill requir'd;

As once the Macedon, by Jove's decree,
Was taught to dream an herb for Ptolomee:
Or heav'n, which had fuch over-cost bestow'd,
As fcarce it could afford to flesh and blood,

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So lik'd the frame, he would not work anew,
To fave the charges of another you.

Or by his middle fcience did he steer,
And faw fome great contingent good appear
Well worth a miracle to keep you here:
And for that end, preferv'd the precious mould,
Which all the future Ormonds was to hold;
And meditated in his better mind

An heir from you, which may redeem the failing kind.

Bleft be the pow'r which has at once reftor'd The hopes of loft fucceffion to your lord, Joy to the first and last of each degree, Virtue to courts, and, what I long'd to see, Το you the Graces, and the Muse to me. O daughter of the rose, whose cheeks unite The diff'ring titles of the red and white; Who heav'n's alternate beauty well display, The blush of morning and the milky way; Whose face is paradise, but fenc'd from fin: For God in either eye has plac'd a cherubin. All is your lord's alone; ev'n abfent, he Employs the care of chafte Penelope.

For him you wafte in tears your widow'd hours, For him your curious needle paints the flowers;

Such works of old Imperial dames were taught;
Such, for Afcanius, fair Elifa wrought.
The foft receffes of your hours improve
The three fair pledges of your happy love:
All other parts of pious duty done,

You owe your Ormond nothing but a fon;
To fill in future times his father's place,
And wear the garter of his mother's race.

N days of old, there liv'd, of mighty fame,
A valiant prince, and Thefeus was his name:
A chief, who more in feats of arms excell'd,

The rifing nor the setting fun beheld.
Of Athens he was lord; much land he won,
And added foreign countries to his crown.

In Scythia with the warrior queen he strove,
Whom first by force he conquer'd, then by love;

He brought in triumph back the beauteous dame,
With whom her fifter, fair Emilia, came.
With honor to his home let Thefeus ride,

With love to friend, and fortune for his guide,
And his victorious army at his fide.

I pass their warlike pomp, their proud array,
Their fhouts, their fongs, their welcome on the

way:

But, were it not too long, I would recite
The feats of Amazons, the fatal fight

Betwixt the hardy queen, and heroe knight;

The town befieg'd, and how much blood it coft
The female army, and th' Athenian host;
The fpoufals of Hippolita the queen ;
What tilts and turneys at the feast were seen
The ftorm at their return, the ladies fear:
But these, and other things, I must forbear.
The field is fpacious I design to sow,
With oxen far unfit to draw the plow:

The remnant of my tale is of a length

To tire your patience, and to waste my ftrength; And trivial accidents fhall be forborn,

That others may have time to take their turn;

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