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'Twas one vaft Nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee.
Thine was the sway, ere heav'n was form'd, or
earth, Ere fruitful Thought conceiv'd creation's birth, Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the infant
Then various elements, against thee join'd,
In one more various animal combin'd,
The tongue mov'd gently first, and speech was low,
"Till wrangling Science taught it noise and show, And wicked Wit arose, thy most abusive foe.
But rebel Wit deserts thee oft' in vain;
Loft in the maze of words he turns again,
Oppress'd with argumental tyranny,
And in thy bosom lurks in Thought's disguise ; Thou varnisher of Fools, and cheat of all the Wise!
Folly by thee lies sleeping in the breaft,
The only honour of the wishing dame;
free, How Church and State should be oblig'd to thee? AtSenate, and at Bar, how welcome would'it thou be?
From rights of subjects, and the poor man's cause: Then pompous Silence reigns, and stills the noisy Laws.
What Fav'rites gain, and what the Nation owes, Fly the forgetful world, and in thy arms repose.
The courtier's learning, policy o’th' gown,
Lord's quibble, critic's jeft; all end in thee,
E: of DORSET.
HO' Artemisia talks, by fits,
Of councils, classics, fathers, wits; Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke : Yet in some things methinks she fails, Twere well if she would pare
her nails, And were a cleaner smock.
Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride,
Are oddly join'd by fate :
That lies and stinks in state.
She wears no colours (sign of grace)
All white and black beside :
And masculine her stride.