Poems on several choice and various subjects occasionally composed by an eminent author ; collected and published by Sergeant-Major P.F.

A Passionat ELEGIE Vpon His Long-endeared Friend, Daniel Caldwal Esq

A Heart high swoln with grief in this sad Verse, Lets fall these brackish tears upon thy Herse, Distill'd from that pure Salt of long-bred Love, Which twice ten Summers did betwixt us move.

O how my Soul doth melt when my Thoughts run Upon those days our friendship first begun Among the Muses on fair Isis banks, Where Youth doth play so many sportful pranks; When Liberty ore-aw'd by Tutors frown, And Mirth half-stoln is far more pleasing known.

From Isis to the Thames Affections flew, And with new sparks of Love still hotter grew: Nere Damon to his Pythias prov'd more dear Then Dan to Me; nere shin'd their love more clear.

Those Twins which now in Azur'd Skies do glide, And Pilots through rough Neptun's Surges guide. Our Souls did seem to one another pass By Transmigration; an Elizium was There where we met: We did so sympathize, That Hearts seem'd to make Sallies through the eys.

Thus liv'd we long, till all-disposing Fate To check this friendship Us did separate, Put Seas between Us, many thousand mile Thrice cut me from my Dan and Albions Ile.

Yet, ma••gre this large distance We did meet, And still by Internuntial Letters greet.

The Horizon of Love is large, He spies His wished Object wheresoere it lies, From Pole to Pole, from Thule unto Gades, He flying soars through Air, through Seas he wade••.

This found I tru, when Tagus, Loire and Po, Clowd-threatning Alps, and Pyrenean Snow I cross'd, me thought the further still I steer'd My Dan still nearer to my mind appeer'd; My thoughts by day, my phantasie by night Would frequently convay him to my sight: I miss'd, and found Him; miss'd him to the eye, Yet found him in my Brest still constant lie; And by this miss, that Axiom tru did note, Sometimes Love's sweetest when 'tis most remote.

O how my thoughts kept Festival that day Did Letters from my Dan to me convay; Letters which I shall keep as sacred Ties, As holy Reliques, or rich Legacies. Dear Quintessential Mate, what can express The deep-fetch'd sighs my trembling heart possess! Silence best can: how roars the shallow Source, While without noise great Rivers run their course? Small Love doth speak, and is sometimes acute, While deep Affection stunn'd with grief stands mute. But is Dan dead? Oh no, now He begins To live, He's got among the Seraphins: Where He doth Nectar quaff with Glory crown'd, While his sad Spouse still bears his Deaths deep wound In her chast Brest, and Heart big-swoln with Woes, More dolorous then all her Childbed Throes. Farewel, dear Soul, raign in Elyzian Bliss, And take this pure untainted Sacrifice, Which on Love's Altar doth like Incense flame To thy still-fragrant Memory and Fame. Farewel, until we meet, and make in Sky Among the Stars another Gemini.