Or lower yet, you may be forced to bring
Water to Argos, from Hiperia's Spring;
And as you measure out the tedious way,
Some one fhall, pointing to his Neighbour, fa
See to what Fortune Hector's Wife is broug
That famous General, that for Ilium fought
This will renew your Sorrows without end,
Depriv'd in fuch a Day, of fuch a Friend.
But this is Fancy, or before it I

Low in the Duft will with my Country lie.

Then to his Infant he his Arms addrest, The Child clung, crying, to his Nurfe's Bre Scar'd at the burnifh'd Arms, and threat' Crest.

This made them fmile,, whilft Hector unbrace

His fhining Helmet, and difclos'd his Fac Then dancing the pleas'd Infant in the Air Kiss'd him,and to the Gods conceiv'd this P

Jove, and you Heavenly Powers, whoever hear Hector's Request with a Propitious Ear, Grant, this my Child in Honour and Renown

May equal me, wear, and deferve the Crown:

And when from fome great Action he shall come

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Laden with Hoftile Spoils in Triumph home,
May Trojans fay, Hector great things hath done,
But is furpafs'd by his Illuftrious Son.

This will rejoyce his tender Mother's Heart,
And fenfe of Joy to my pale Ghost impart.

Then in the Mother's Arms he puts the Child, With troubl'd Joy, in flowing Tears he fmil d. Beauty and Grief fhew'd all their Pomp and Pride,

Whilft thofe foft Paffions did her Locks divide. This Scene even Hector's Courage melted down, But-foon recovering, with a Lover's Frown!

Madam (fays he) thefe Fancies put away,
I cannot Die before my fatal Day.

Heaven, when we first take in our vital Breath,
Decrees the way, and moment of our Death.
Women bould fill their Heads with Womens Cares,
And leave to Men (unquestion'd) Mens affairs.
ATruncheon futes not with a Ladies Hand,
War is my Province that in chief Command.
The Beauteous Princefs filently withdrew,
Turns oft, and with fad, wifhing Eyes, does
her Lord's Steps pursue,

Penfive to her Apartment fhe returns,

And with Prophetick Tears approaching Evils

mourns.

Then tells all to her Maids, officious they
His Funeral Rites to living Hector pay,

Whilft forth he rushes through the * Scaan Gate,
Does his own part, and leaves the reft to Fate.

The Left Gate, accounted Ominous.

ON

ON A

POET

Who Writ in the Praife of

SATYR.

By the Earl of Rochester.

T

O vex and torture thy unmeaning Brain

In Satyr's praise to a low untun'd strain, In thee, was moft impertinent and vain.

When in thy Person we more plainly fee,
That Satyr's of Divine Authority;

For God made one on Man, when he made

thee:

In whom are all thofe Contradictions joyn That make a Fop prodigious, and refin'd A Lump deform'd and fhapeless, wer't thou Begot in Love's despight, and Nature's fco And art grown up the moft ungainly Wig Harsh to the Ear, and hideous to the Sigh Yet Love's thy Bufinefs, Beauty thy Del Curfe on that filly hour that first infpir'd Thy Longing to Admire, and be Admit'd To paint thy Grizly Face, to Dance, to I And all thofe awkard Motions that expref Thy Loathfome Love, and Filthy Dainti Who needs will be an Ugly Beau, Garfoon Spit at, and fcorn'd by every Girl in Tow Where dreadfully Love's Scare-crow th plac'd

To fright the tender Flock, who long to t For none fo Lewd and Silly yet have prov Where thou mad'st Love, t' endure to

lov'd.