Peer and Baalim XXII. Forfake their Temples dim, With that twice batter'd god of Palestine, And mooned Ashtaroth, Heav'ns Queen and Mother both, Now fits not girt with Tapers holy shine, The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn, In vain the Tyrian Maids their wounded Thamiz, XXIII. And fullen Moloch filed, Hath left in fhadows dred His burning Idol all of blackest hue; In vain, with Cymbals ring, They call the grisly King, In difmal dance about the furnace blue; The brutish gods of Nile as faft, Ifis and Orus, and the Dog Anubis, haste. Nor is Ofiris een XXIV. In Memphian Grove, or Green, [mourn. Trampling the unshowr'd Grass with lowings loud: Nor can he be at reft Within his facred cheft, Nought but profoundest Hell can be his shroud, In vain with Timbrel'd Anthems dark The fable-ftoled Sorcerers bear his worship'd Ark. He feels from Juda's Land The rayes of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn; Nor all the Gods befide, Longer dare abide, Not Typhon huge ending in fnaky twinekdo dział Our Babe, to fhew his Godhead true, Can in his fwadling bands controul the damned crew. XXVI. 3 So when the Sun in bed, Curtain'd with cloudy red, Pillows his chin upon an Orient wave, The flocking fhadows pale, Troop to th'infernal Jail, Each fetter'd Ghost slips to his several grave, And the yellow-skirted Fayes, Fly after the Night-steeds, leaving their Moon-lov'd XXVII. But fee the Virgin bleft Hath laid her Babe to reft, [maze. Time is our tedious Song should here have ending: Heav'ns youngest teemed Star Hath fix'd her polish'd Car, Her fleeping Lord with Handmaid Lamp attending: And all about the Courtly Stable, Bright-harneft Angels fit in order serviceable. Anno ætatis 17. On the Death of a fair Infant, a Nephew of bis, dying of a Cough. 1. Faireft flower no fooner blown but blafted, Summer's chief Honour, if thou hadft out-lafted That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kifs But kill'd, alas, and then bewail'd his fatal bliss. For fince grim Aquilo his charioteer By boiftrous rape th' Athenian damsel got, Of long-uncoupled bed, and childless eld, So mounting up in ycie-pearled car, [held. Through middle empire of the freezing air But all unwares with his cold-kind embrace Unhous'd thy Virgin Soul from her fair biding place. IV. Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate; But then transform'd him to a purple flower, Alack that foto change thee winter had no power. V. Yet can I not perfwade me thou art dead, Or that thy coarfe corrupts in earth's dark womb, Hid from the World in a low delved tomb; Oh no! for fomething in thy face did shine Refolve me then, oh Soul most surely bleft, O fay me true, if thou wert mortal wight, Wert thou fome Star which from the ruin'd roof Of Lak't Olympus by mischance didst fall; Which careful Jove in Nature's true behoof Or wert thou that juft Maid who once before Let down in clowdie throne to do the World fome IX. Or wert thou of the golden-winged hoaft, To fcorn the fordid world, and unto Heav'n afpire. A To blefs us with thy Heav'n-lov'd innocence, To ftand’twixt us and our deferved fmart?ada But thou canft beft perform that office where thou art |