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The Rgt Honble John Baron Wilmot England,& Viscount) in Ireland, Boine Ap:1648
Earle of Rochester, of Adderburij in Wilmot of Athlone Died. 26. of Tuly 1680.
Upon Nothing ; A POEM.
By the Duke of Buckingham, and the Earl of
Othing, thou Elder-Brother, even to shade,
made, And well fixt alone, of ending not afraid. Eer Time and Place were, Time and Place were
not, When primitive Nothing, Something strait be
got ; Then all proceeded from the great united What! Something, the General Attribute of all, Sever'd from Thee its sole Original, Into thy boundless Self, must undistinguisht fall. Yet something, did thy Nothing Power com
mand, And from thy Fruitful Emptineffes Hand, Snatch Men, Beasts, Birds, Fire, Water, Air
and Land. Matter, the wicked'It Off-spring of thy Race, By Form afsifted, fled from thy Embrace, And Rebel Light, obscur'd thy Rev'rend dusky Face, K 3
With Form and Matter, Time and Place did Body, thy Foe, with these did Leagues com
bine, To spoil thy Peaceful Reign, and ruin all thy
Line. But Turn-Coat Time, aslifts the Foe amain, And brib'd by Thee, destroys their short-livá
Reign, And to thy hungry Womb, drives back thy
Şlayes again. Thy Mysteries are bid from Laick Eyes, And the Divine alone by warrant pries Into thy Bosom, where the Truth in private lies. Yet this of thee, the Wise may truly say, Thou from the Virtuous, nothing tak ft away, And to be part of thee, the Wicked wifely Pray, Great Negative ! how vainly would the Wife Enquire, Design, Distinguish, Teach, Devise, Did'It not thou stand to point their Blind Phi
losophies. Is, or is not, the Two great Ends of Fate, Of True or False, the Subject of Debate, That perfects or destroys designs of State? When they have rackt the Politicians. Breast, Within thy Bosom most securely Relt, Reduc'd to Thee are least, tho' safe and best.
But Nothing, why doth Something still permit, That Sacred Monarchs should at Council fit With Persons thought, at best, for Nothing fit ? Wbilt weighty Something, modestly abstains From Princes Courts, and from our States-mens
Brains ; And Nothing there like stately Nothing Reigns. Nothing, that dwells with Fools, in grave dis
guise, For whom they Rev'rend Forms &Shapes devise, Lawn Sleeves, Furs, Gowns, when they like
thợe look Wire. French Truth, Dutch Prowess, British Policy, Hybernian Learning, Scotch Fidelity, Spaniards Dispatch, Danes Wit are mainly seen
in Thee. The Great Mans Gratitude to his best Friend, Kings Promises, Whores Vows, tow'rds thee
bend, Flow Swiftly into Thee, and in thee ever End. A Trial of the Poets for the Bays, in
Imitation of a Satyr in Boileau.
and loud, For th' appealing fo Fa&ious, and Clam'rous a Croud,