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.

To my dearest Friend, upon her shunning Grandeur.

SHine out rich Soul! to greatness be, What it can never be to thee, An ornament; thou canst restore The lustre which it had before These ruines, own it and 'twill live, Thy favour's more than Kings can give.

Hast more above all titles then The bearers are above common men; And so heroick art within, Thou must descend to be a Queen. Yet honour may convenient prove, By giving thy Soul room to move: Affording scene unto that mind, Which is too great to be confin'd. Wert thou with single vertue stor'd, To be approv'd, but not ador'd; Thou mightst retire, but who e're meant A Palace for a Tenement? Heaven has so built thee, that we find Thee buried when thou art confin'd: If thou in privacy would'st live, Yet lustre to thy vertues give; To stifle them for want of air, Injurious is to Heavens care. If thou wilt be immur'd, where Shall thy obliging soul appear? Where shall thy generous prudence be, And where thy magnanimity? Nay thy own Darling thou dost hide, Thy self-denial is deny'd; For he that never greatness tries, Can never safely it despife. That Antoninus writ well, when He held a Scepter and Pen: Less credit Solomon does bring As a Philosopher than King; So much advantage flows from hence, To write by our Experience. Diogenes I must suspect Of envy, more than wise neglect, When he his Prince so ill did treat, And so much spurned at the great: A censure is not clear from those Whom Fate subjects, or does depose;

Nor can we greatness understand From an opprest or fallen hand: But 'tis some Prince must that define, Or one that freely did resign. A great Almanzor teaches thus, Or else a Dionysius. For to know Grandeur we must live In that, and not in perspective; Vouchsafe the tryal then, that thou May'st safely wield, yet disallow The World's temptations, and be still Above whatever would thee fill. Convince mankind, there's somewhat more Great than the titles they adore: Stand neer them, and 'twill soon be known Thou hast more splendour of thy own; Yield to the wanting Age, and be Channel of true Nobility: For from thy Womb such Heros need must rise, Who Honours will deserve, and can despise.