When thy more chearful rays appear,
Ev’n guilt and women ceaſe to fear;
Horror, deſpair, and all the ſons of night
Retire before thy beams, and take their haſty flight.
Thou riſeſt in the fragrant eaſt,
Like the fair Phœnix from her balmy neſt;
But yet thy fading glories ſoon decay,
Thine’s but a momentary ſtay;
Too ſoon thou’rt raviſh’d from our ſight,
Borne down the ſtream of day, and overwhelm’d with night.
Thy beams to thy own ruin haſte,
They’re fram’d too exquiſite to laſt:
Thine is a glorious, but a ſhort-liv’d ſtate;
Pity ſo fair a birth ſhould yield ſo ſoon to fate.
Beſides theſe pieces, this reverend gentleman has tranſlated the ſecond book of Ovid’s Art of Love, with ſeveral other occaſional poems and tranſlations publiſhed in the third and fourth volumes of Tonſon’s Miſcellanies.
The Medicine, a Tale in the ſecond Volume of the Tatlers, and Mr. Partridge’s Appeal to the Learned World, or a Further Account of the Manner of his Death, in Proſe, are likewiſe written by him.
