Poems on several occasions by the Duke of Buckingham, The late Lord Rochester, Sir John Denham, Sir George Etheridge, Andrew Marvel, Esq., the famous Spencer, Madam Behn, and several other poets of this age.

On Cleona, walking in the Sun. By the same.

SEE where she walks in the Sun's glowing Ray, Casting all round more bright, more beamy Day! See how the blushing God in haste retires, And in a sullen Cloud hides all his vanquish'd Fires! What Beauty did his flying Daphne grace, That shines not brighter in her lovely Face? Why then pursues he not this nobler Chace?

What better Object can his Wishes move? 'Tis sure his wild Ambition checks his Love: Jealous of Empire he her Love declines, He sees below how bright her Beauty shines; And fears if once exalted to the Skies, She'd rob him of his Eastern Sacrifice; Make the mad World his fainter Pow'r disown; And pay their juster Homage at her Throne. For his weak Beams alternately still set, And wrap the sad forsaken World in Jett. Whilest the strong Glories of Cleona's Eyes, Nor dimly set, nor need a brighter Rise. These still dart forth their full Meridian Light (Without one Cloud, without successive Night) To all those happy Zealots, who embrace The soft Religion of her Heav'nly Face; Whilst grosser Infidels, depriv'd of Sense, Want all the num'rous Joys her Charms dispense.

From the black Caverns of eternal Night, When Clouds of rising gloom oppress'd the Light: Thus Israel still enjoy'd the chearful Day, And only Aegypt's native Sons in solid Darkness lay.