Those Parts which never in one Subject dwell,
But some uncommon Excellence foretel,
Like Stars did all constellate here,
And met together in one Sphere.
Thy Judgment, Wit and Memory conspir'd
To make themselves and thee admir'd:
And could thy growing Height a longer Stay have known,
Thou hadst all other Glories, and thy self out-done.
While some to Knowledge by Degrees arrive,
Thro tedious Industry improv'd,
Thine scorn'd by such pedantick Rules to thrive;
But swift as that of Angels mov'd,
And made us think it was intuitive.
Thy pregnant Mind ne'er struggl'd in its Birth,
But quick, and while it did conceive, brought forth;
The gentle Throes of thy prolifick Brain
Were all unstrain'd, and without Pain.
Thus when Great Jove the Queen of Wisdom bare
So easie and so mild his Travels were.