English

An iron world without a soul;
The patient sky above waiting;
The patient men below waiting;
The blue sky above forever listening, inviting, expectant;
The tired men below forever listening, hopeful, expectant;
The flaming sun above ordering abundance;
The flaming hell below denying enough;
Forever clamoring; forever devouring;
Devouring the men who are mates for mothers;
Fathers, steel-muscled, broad-chested, dominant;
The women, mothers of children:
The innocent children with white bodies, fluent,

No more the quizzish Bewley's destin'd wife,
And yet the Votary of modish life;
In Fashion's rounds again my fame to seek,
In Air an Amazon, in dress a Greek,
I come, a Heroine, with destructive aim,
To beat yon Covert for the Critic Game;
The Season's late; but Birds of prey none fear
To shoot without a licence — all the Year:
Behold me then — piece levell'd with my eye,
Prepar'd at flocks of Critics to let fly —
Yet stay — for in a random shot, who knows
But the same blow may wound both friends and foes.

A comedy, in five acts

'Twas said, long since, by various moral sages
That man's short life comprises diff'rent ages;
From childhood first, to manhood we attain,
And then, alas! to childhood sink again.
The same progressions mark Dramatic taste,
When manhood 'twixt two infancy's is plac'd.
When first the scene, the moral world display'd,
The Muses limp'd without Mechanic Aid:
Then Bards and Monsters labour'd side by side,
And equal fame, and equal gains divide.
Together Actors, Carpenters rehearse,

Eternity, Eusebeia, Aletheia, Sophia, Homonoia, Dicaearche, Euphemia.

Eternity.

Be fixed, you rapid orbs, that bear
The changing seasons of the year
On your swift wings, and see the old
Decrepit sphere grown dark and cold;
Nor did Jove quench her fires: these bright
Flames have eclipsed her sullen light,
This Royal Pair, for whom Fate will
Make motion cease, and time stand still:
Since good is here so perfect, as no worth
Is left for after-ages to bring forth.

By the Chorus going up to the Queen.

Whilst thus the darlings of the gods
From Honour's temple, to the shrine
Of Beauty, and these sweet abodes
Of Love, we guide, let thy divine
Aspects, bright Deity! with fair
And halcyon beams becalm the air.

We bring Prince Arthur, or the brave
St. George himself, great Queen, to you:
You'll soon discern him; and we have
A Guy, a Bevis, or some true

Kingdoms.

1.Here are shapes form'd fit for heaven;
2.Those move gracefully and even.
3.Here the air and paces meet,
So just, as if the skilful feet
Had struck the viols. — 1, 2, 3. So the ear
Might the tuneful footing hear.

Chorus.

And had the music silent been,
The eye a moving tune had seen.

Genius.

These must in the unpeopled sky

Genius.

Raise from these rocky cliffs your heads,
Brave sons, and see where Glory spreads
Her glittering wings; where Majesty,
Crown'd with sweet smiles, shoots from her eye
Diffusive joy! where Good and Fair
United sit in Honour's chair.

C OELUM B RITANNICUM .

The Description of the Scene.

An old cob swan his cygnets thus addressed:
" Stray not too far from the parental nest.
Remember you can never be as spry as is
Yon falcon with her eyrie full of eyases!"

Said Philip Sidney, buttoning his jerkin,
" Allow me, darling: you have dropped your merkin."