Are in no plots; but fairly drive at For me, whom wandring Fortune threw Are, that they did their work, and din'd. That rob in clans, like men o' th' Highland; Of apes that ftorm, or keep a town, As well almoft, as count Lauzun ; Of unicorns and alligators, Elks, mermaids, mummies, witches, fatyrs, } } Which, though they 're things I 've no concern in, Make all our grooms admire my learning. Criticks Criticks I read on other men, And hypers upon them again; From whofe remarks I give opinion On twenty books, yet ne'er look in one. Fond to be thought a country wit: 'Till Shadwell from the town retires, And wreaths round William's glorious head. то то тНЕ COUNTESS OF DORSE T, WRITTEN IN HER MILTON, BY MR. BRADBURY. SEE here how bright the first-born virgin fhone, And how the firft fond lover was undone. Such charming words our beauteous mother spoke, T@ LADY TO THE DURSLEY: ON THE SAME SUBJECT. HERE reading how fond Adam was betray'd, And how by fin Eve's blafted charms decay'd; Our common lofs unjustly you complain; So fmall that part of it, which you fuftain. You ftill, fair mother, in your offspring trace The ftock of beauty deftin'd for the race : Kind nature, forming them, the pattern took For Heav'n's first work, and Eve's original look. You, happy faint, the ferpent's pow'r controul: Scarce any actual guilt defiles your foul: And hell does o'er that mind vain triumph boast, Which gains a Heav'n, for earthly Eden loft. With virtue ftrong as yours had Eve been arm'd, In vain the fruit had blufh'd, or ferpent charm'd; Nor had our blifs by penitence been bought; Nor had frail Adam fall'n, nor Milton wrote, Elizabeth, daughter of Baptift Noel, Viscount Campden. She died 30 July, 1719. Her husband, Charles Earl of Berkeley (when Lord Durfley), had been envoy extraordinary and plenipotentiary to the States of Holland, from whence he returned in 1695. VOL. I. D то MY LORD BUCKHURST. VERY YOUNG. PLAYING WITH A САТ. THE am'rous youth, whose tender breast Was by his darling cat poffeft, Take care, O beauteous child, take care, Left thou prefer fo rafh a pray'r : Nor vainly hope, the queen of love The queen of love, who foon will fee Will lightly her first lofs deplore; Will eafily forgive the boar: * *Lionel, afterwards Duke of Dorfet, to whom Prior afterwards dedicated his poems. Her |