Page:Poems of Anne Countess of Winchilsea 1903.djvu/223

COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ���85 ���Nor do thou, lofty Structure! boast, Since undermin'd by Time and Frost: 30 �Since thou canst no Reception give, In untrod Meadows thou may'st live. None from his ready Road will turn, With thee thy wretched Change to mourn. Not the soft Nights, or chearful Days Thou hast bestow'd, can give thee Praise. No lusty Tree that near thee grows, (Tho' it beneath thy Shelter rose) Will to thy Age a Staff become. Fall, wretched Building! to thy Tomb. 40 �Thou, and thy painted Roofs, in Ruin mixt, Fall to the Earth, for That alone is fixt. �The same, poor Man, the same must be Thy Fate, now Fortune frowns on thee. Her Favour ev'ry one pursues, And losing Her, thou all must lose. No Love, sown in thy prosperous Days, Can Fruit in this cold Season raise: No Benefit, by thee conferr'd, �Can in this time of Storms be heard. 50 �All from thy troubl'd Waters run; Thy stooping Fabrick all Men shun. All do thy clouded Looks decline, As if thou ne'er did'st on them shine. O wretched Man! to other World's repair; For Faith and Gratitude are only there. �UPON THE X)EATH OF KING JAMES THE SECOND �1 �If the Possession of Imperial sway �Thou hads't by Death unhappy Prince resign'd ��� �