Had need have mighty hands for to fulfill
That which he doth with righteous doome decide,
And for to maifter rough and puiffant pride:
For vaine it is to deeme of things aright,
And make rong-doers Juftice to deride,
Unless it be perform'd with dreadless might.
For power is the right hand of Juftice truly hight.
(Spen.
Of all the Virtues, Juftice is the best ;
Valour, without it, is a common Pest :
Pirates and Thieves, too oft with Courage grac'd,
Shew us how ill that Virtue may be plac'd :
'Tis our Complexion makes us chafte or brave;
Juftice from Reafon and from Heav'n we have:
All other Virtues dwell but in the Blood;
That in the Soul, and gives the Name of Good:
Juftice the Queen of Virtues!
KINDNESS.
Kindness has refiftlefs Charms,
All things elfe but weakly movę ;
Fierceft Anger it difarms,
And clips the Wings of flying Love.
Beauty does the Heart invade,
Kindness can alone perfwade;
It gilds the Lover's fervile Chain,
And makes the Slave grow pleas'd and vain.
Golden in Shew, is but a Crown of Thorns,
Brings Dangers, Troubles, Cares, and fleepless Nights,
To him who wears the Regal Diadem ;
When on his Shoulders each Man's Burthen lies:
For therein lies the Office of a King,
His Honour, Virtue, Merit, and chief Praife,
That for the Publick all this Weight he bears,
Kings, like Heav'ns Eye, fhould fpread their Beams (around,
Pleas'd to be feen, while Glory's Race they run:
Reft is not for the Chariot of the Sun.
Luxurious Kings are to their People loft;
They live, like Drones, upon the publick Coft.
(Dryd. Auren.
Some Kings the Name of Conqerors affum'd;
Some to be Great, fome to be Gods prefum'd:
But boundless Pow'r, and arbitrary Luft,
Made Tyrants ftill abhor the Name of Juft:
They fhunn'd the Praise this Godlike Virtue gives,
And fear'd a Title that reproach'd their Lives. Dryd.
O polish'd Perturbation! Golden Care!
That keeps the Ports of Slumber open wide
To many a watchful Night! O Majesty!
When thou doft pinch thy Bearer, thou dost sit
Like a rich Armour, worn in Heat of Day,
That fcalds with Safety.
Shak. Hen. 4.
I felt the while a pleasing kind of Smart, The Kifs went tingling to my very Heart: When it was gone, the Senfe of it did stay, The Sweetness cling'd upon my Lips all Day, Like Drops of Honey, loth to fall away.
(Dryd. Mar. A-la-Mode. How could I dwell for ever on thofe Lips! Oh I could kifs 'em pale with Eagerness, So foft, by Heav'n ! and such a juicy Sweet; That ripen'd Peaches have not half the Flavour.
The Lark that fhuns on lofty Boughs to build
Her humble Neft, lies filent in the Field;
But if the Promife of a cloudless Day,
Aurora fmiling, bids her rife, and play ;
Then ftrait fhe fhews, 'twas not for want of Voice,
Or Pow'r to climb, fhe made fo low a Choice;
Singing the mounts, her airy Wings are ftretch'd
Towards Heav'n, as if from Heav'n her Note the fetch'd.
(Waller.
DAPHNE chang'd into a LAUREL.
Scarce had the finish'd when her Feet the found
Benum'd with Cold, and fasten'd to the Ground.
A filmy Rind about her Body grows;
Her Hair to Leaves, her Arms extend to Boughs :
The Nymph is all into a Laurel gone,
The Smoothness of her Skin remains alone;
Yet Phoebus loves her ftill, and casting round
Her Bole his Arms, fome little Warmth he found :
The Tree ftill panted in th' unfinish'd part,
Not wholly vegetive, and heav'd her Heart :
He fix'd his Lips upon the trembling Rind,
It fwerv'd afide, and his Embrace declin'd:
To whom the God: Because thou canst not be
My Miftrefs, I efpoufe thee for my Tree.
Be thou the Prize of Honour and Renown,
The deathlefs Poet, and the Poem crown:
Thou shalt the Roman Festivals adorn,
And, after Poets, be by Victors worn:
Thou shalt returning Cafar's Triumphs grace,
When Pomp fhall in a long Proceffion pafs :
Wreath'd on the Pofts before his Palace wait,
And be the facred Guardian of the Gate.
Secure from Thunder, and unharm'd by Jove,
Unfading, as th' Immortal Pow'rs above.
And as the Locks of Phebus are unfliorn,
So fhall perpetual Green thy Boughs adorn.
The grateful Tree was pleas'd with what he faid,.
And fhook the fhady Honours of her Head Dryd. Ovid.
Thus Laurel is the Sign of Labour crown'd,
Which bears the bitter Blast,nor fhaken falls to Ground.
From Winter Winds it fuffers no Decay,
For ever fresh and fair, and ev'ry Month is May:
Ev'n when the vital Sap retreats below;
Ev'n when the hoary Head is hid in Snow;
The Life is in the Leaf, and still between
The Fits of falling Snows appears the streaky Green. (Dryd. The Flow, and the Leaf.
And next to him rode luftfull Lechery, Upon a bearded Goat, whoes rugged haire, And whaley eyes (the figne of Jealousie) Was like the Perfon felf whom he did beare; Who rough, and black, and filthy did appeare, Unfeemly Man to pleafe fair Ladys Eye; Yet he of Ladys oft was loved dear,
When fairer faces were bid ftanden by:
O! who does know the bent of Woman's fantafie?
In a green gowne he clothed was full faire, Which underneath did hide his filthiness,
And in his hand a burnnig heart did bare, Full of vaine follies, and new fangleness: For he was falfe, and fraught with fickleness, And learned had to love with fecrett lookes, And well could dance and fing with ruefulness, And fortunes tell, and read in loveing books, And thousand other waies, to bait his fefhly hooks.
Inconftant Man, that loved all he faw,
And lufted after all that he did love,
Ne would his loofer life be tied to law. But joy'd weak Womens hearts to tempt and prove, If from their loyal loves he might them move;
Which lewdness fill'd him with reproachful paine Of that foule evill which all men reprove,
That rots the marrow and confumes the braine : Such one was Lechery, the third of all this traine.
Then was he turned into a fnowy fwan, To win fair Leda to his lovely trade :
O wondrous skill, and fweet witt of the Man,
That her in daffadillies fleeping made :
From fcorching heat her dainty limbs to fhade :
Whiles the proud Bird ruffling his feathers wide,
And brushing, his fair breast, did her invade;
She Alept, yet 'twixt her eye-lids fpied,
How towards her he rufht and smiled at his pride.
LEVIATHAN.
So when Leviathans difpute the Reign,
And uncontroll'd Dominion of the Main:
From the rent Rocks whole Coral Groves are torn,
And Ifles of Sea-weed on the Waves are borne:
Such watry Stores from their spread Noftrils fly;
'Tis doubtful which is Sea, and which is Sky.
Oh Liberty! thou Goddefs Heav'nly-bright,
Profufe of Blifs, and pregnant with Delight;
Eternal Pleafures in thy Prefence reign,
And fmiling Plenty leads thy wanton Train.
Eas'd of her Load, Subjection grows more light;
And Poverty looks chearful in thy Sight.
Thou mak'ft the gloomy Face of Nature gay,
Giv❜ft Beauty to the Sun, and Pleasure to the Day.
From rifing Libra equal Beauty glides,
Since Venus there eternally refides ;
There is her Throne, the Graces there appear,
Joyn with their Queen, and wanton in the Sphere :
The Goddefs hence the new-born Infant arms,
And Male and Female glitter in her Charms.
Yet Saturn often with a fpiteful Gleam
Rebates the Brightness of her purer Beam ;
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