Thus vulgar dishes are, by cooks difguis'd, More for their dreffing, than their substance priz'd. Your curious notes fo fearch into that age, When all was fable but the facred page, That, fince in that dark night we needs must stray, We are at least misled in pleasant way. But what we most admire, your verse no less Ere our weak eyes difcern'd the doubtful streak Who thought it greater honor to obey His country's intereft, than the world to sway. But to write worthy things of worthy men, Is the peculiar talent of your pen: Yet let me take your mantle up, and I "For, fince 'tis born when Charles afcends the throne, "It shares at once his fortune and its own." Learned and Ufeful WORKS; but more particularly his Treatife of STONE-HENGE, by him reftor'd to the true Founder. TH HE longeft tyranny that ever sway'd, Was that wherein our ancestors betray'd Their free-born reason to the Stagyrite, And made his torch their universal light. So truth, while only one fupply'd the state, Grew scarce, and dear, and yet fophifticate. Still it was bought, like emp'ric wares, or charms, Hard words feal'd up with Ariftotle's arms. Columbus was the firft that shook his throne; And found a temp'rate in a torrid zone: The fev'rish air fann'd by a cooling breeze, ; Among th' afferters of free reafon's claim, Our nation's not the leaft in worth or fame. The world to Bacon does not only owe Its prefent knowlege, but its future too. Gilber fhall live, 'till loadstones cease to draw, Or British fleets the boundless ocean awe. And noble Boyle, not lefs in nature seen, Than his great brother read in states and men. The circling streams, once thought but pools, of blood (Whether life's fuel, or the body's food) From dark oblivion Harvey's name shall fave; While Ent keeps all the honor that he gave. Nor are you, learned friend, the least renown'd; Whose fame, not circumfcrib'd with English ground, A Flies like the nimble journies of the light; To perfect cures on books, as well as men. Where by their wond'ring subjects they were feen' Thefe ruins fhelter'd once his facred head, EPISTLE the THIRD. LADY TO THE CASTLEMA IN, Upon her encouraging his first PLAY. A S feamen, fhipwreck'd on fome happy fhore, Discover wealth in lands unknown before; And, what their art had labor'd long in vain, By their misfortunes happily obtain : So my much-envy'd mufe, by ftorms long toft, Is thrown upon your hofpitable coaft, And finds more favor by her ill fuccefs, Than fhe could hope for by her happiness. Once Cato's virtue did the gods oppose; While they the victor, he the vanquish'd chose : But you have done what Cato could not do, To choose the vanquish'd, and restore him too. Let others ftill triumph, and gain their cause By their deferts, or by the world's applause; Let merit crowns, and justice laurels give, But let me happy by your pity live. True poets empty fame and praise despise, Fame is the trumpet, but your smile the prize. |