Poems by the most deservedly admired Mrs. Katherine Philips, the matchless Orinda ; to which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace, tragedies ; with several other translations out of French.

The Irish Grey-hound.

BEhold this Creature's Form and state, Which Nature therefore did create; That to the World might be exprest What meen there can be in a Beast. And that we in this shape may find A Lion of another kind. For this Heroick beast does seem In Majesty to Rival him. And yet vouchsafes, to Man, to shew Both service and submission too. From whence we this distinction have, That Beast is fierce, but this is brave. This Dog hath so himself subdu'd, That hunger cannot make him rude: And his behaviour does confess True Courage dwells with Gentleness. With sternest Wolves he dares engage And acts on them successful rage. Yet too much courtesie may chance To put him out of countenance. When in his opposers blood, Fortune hath made his vertue good; This Creature from an act so brave Grow's not more sullen, but more grave. Mans Guard he would be, not his sport, Believing he hath ventur'd for't; But yet no blood or shed or spent Can ever make him insolent. Few Men of him, to do great things have learn'd, And when th' are done, to be so unconcern'd.