POEM S, 6tO4 Far within the holm bright Of blazing Majetty and Light.: There with thee, new welcome Saint, Like fortunes may her Coul acquaint, With thee there clad in radiant theen, No Marchionefs, but now a Qeen. 473 70, On his deceafed WIFE: METHOUGHT I law my late efpoufed faint Brought to me like Alceftis from the grave, Whom J.we's great fon to her glad hufband gave; Refcued from death by force, though pale and faint, Mine, as whom wath'd from fpot of child-bed taint s Purification in the old Law did fave, And fuch, as yet once more I truft to have Full fight of her in Heav'n without reftraint; Came vetted all in white, pure as her mind : Her face was veil'd, yet to my fancied fight zo: Love, fweetnefs, goodnefs, in her perfon thin'd So clear, as in no face with more delight. But 0 as to embrace me the inclin'd, I wak'd, the fled, and day brought back mynight: TO CYRIAC SKINNER. CYR I AC, whole grandfire on the royal bench Of Britifh Themis, with no mean applaufe Pronounc'd and in his volumes taught our laws, Which others at their bar io often wrench ; To day deep thoughts refolve with me to drench s In mirth, that after no repenting draws ; Let Euclid reft and Archimedes paufe, And what the Swede intends, and what the French. Dddd,I,®
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