But, when Ifabella came,

8.

Arm'd with a refiftless flame,

And th' artillery of her eye; Whilft the proudly march'd about Greater conquefts to find out,

She beat out Susan by the bye.

9.

But in her place I then obey'd

Black-ey'd Befs, her viceroy-maid, To whom enfu'd a vacancy. Thousand worse paffions then poffefs'd The interregnum of my breaft:

Blefs me from fuch an anarchy !

10.

Gentle Henrietta than [x],

And a third Mary next began;
Then Joan, and Jane, and Audria,

And then a pretty Thomafine,

And then another Katharine,

And then a long et cætera.

[x] than] So fpelt (as many other words in thefe poems are) for the fake of the rhyme. He had learned this art, or licenfe rather, from Spenfer, who practifed it very frequently. But he might have learned better things from our old poet, if this early favourite of his youth had been taken for the model of his riper age.

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JJ. But

II.

But should I now to you relate,

The strength and riches of their state,

The powder, patches, and the pins,
The ribands, jewels, and the rings,
The lace, the paint, and warlike things,
That make up all their magazines:

12.

If I fhould tell the politic arts

To take and keep mens hearts;
The letters, embaffies, and fpies,

The frowns, and fmiles, and flatteries,
The quarrels, tears, and perjuries,

Numberlefs, nameless mysteries!

13.

And all the little lime-twigs laid

By Machiavel, the waiting-maid;
I more voluminous fhould grow

(Chiefly, if I like them fhould tell
All change of weathers [a] that befell)
Than Holinfhead or Stow.

14.

But I will briefer with them be,

Since few of them were long with me.

[a]-change of weathers] His brilliant wit, for

once is well placed.

An

An higher and a nobler strain
My prefent emperess does claim,
Heleonora, first o' th' name ;
Whom God grant long to reign!

VIII. On

VIII.

On the Death of Sir ANTHONY VANDIKE, the famous Painter.

V

ANDIKE is dead; but what bold Muse shall dare

(Though poets in that word [6] with painters share) T'express her sadness? Poesy must become

An art, like painting here, an art, that's dumb.
Let's all our folemn grief in filence keep,
Like fome fad picture, which he made to weep,
Or those who faw't; for none his works could view
Unmov'd with the fame paffions, which he drew.
His pieces fo with their live objects strive,
That both, or pictures feem, or both alive.
Nature herself, amaz'd, does doubting stand,
Which is her own, and which the painter's hand,
And does attempt the like with lefs fuccefs,
When her own work in twins she would exprefs.
His all-refembling pencil did out-pafs

The mimic imagery of looking-glass.

Nor was his life less perfect, than his art,

Nor was his hand less erring, than his heart [c].

[b]in that word] Namely, dare; alluding to Horace,

"-pictoribus atque poetis

Quidlibet audendi femper fuit æqua poteftas." A. P. ver. II. [c] than bis heart.] A noble eulogy of this extraordinary man! and, if report fays true, a very just one.

There

There was no falfe, or fading colour there,
The figures fweet and well-proportion'd were.
Most other men, fet next to him in view,
Appear'd more shadows, than the men he drew.
Thus ftill he liv'd, till heaven did for him call,
Where reverend Luke falutes him first of all:
Where he beholds new fights, divinely fair;
And could almost wish for his pencil there;
Did he not gladly fee how all things shine,
Wondrously painted in the mind divine [d],
Whilft he, for ever ravish'd with the show,
Scorns his own art, which we admire below.

Only his beauteous lady [e] ftill he loves;
(The love of heavenly objects heaven improves)
He fees bright angels in pure beams appear,
And thinks on her, he left fo like them here.
And you, fair widow, who ftay here alive,
Since he fo much rejoices, ceafe to grieve.
Your joys and griefs were wont the fame to be
Begin not now, bleft pair, to disagree.
No wonder, death mov'd not his generous mind:
You, and a new-born you, he left behind.
Even fate exprefs'd his love to his dear wife,
And let him end your picture with his life.

[d]in the mind divine,] A platonic idea, which Malbranche and our Norris have rendered fo famous. [e]-bis beauteous lady] A lady, of diftinguished quality, as well as beauty, daughter to the Lord Ruthen, Earl of Gowry.

IX. To