Bore witness glorioufly; whence Gaza mourns And all that band them to resist. His uncontrollable intent, His fervant he with new acquift Of true experience from this great event The END. PO POEMS O N Several Occafions. LYCID A S. In this Monody the Author bewails a Learned Friend, unfortunately drown'd in his passage from Chefter on the Irish Seas, 1637. And by occafion foretells the ruin of our corrupted Clergie, then in their height. ET once more, O ye Laurels, and once more YET Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never fear, I come to pluck your Berries harsh and crude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year, Compels me to disturb your feafon due: For For Lycidas is dead, dead e'er his prime, That from beneath the feat of Jove doth spring, So may fome gentle Muse With lucky words favour my deftin'd Urn, And as he paffes turn, And bid fair peace be to my fable (hrowd. Fed the fame flock; by fountain, fhade, and rill. Batt'ning our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Toward |