Earl of Rochester.

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On a Juniper-Tree cut down to make Busks.

W HILST happy I triumphant stood,

The Pride and Glory of the Wood,

My Aromatic Boughs and FruitDid with all other Trees dispute ;

Had Right by Nature to excel),

In pleasing both the Taste and Stnell;

But to the Touch, I must confess,

Bore an unwilling Sullenness.

My Wealth, like bashful Virgins, IYielding with some Reluctancy tFor which my Value should be more,

Not giving easily my Store.

My verdant Branches all the YearDid an eternal Beauty wear,

Did ever young and gay appear jNor needed any Tribute payFor Bounties fiom the God of Day.

Nor do I hold Supremacy,

In all the Wood, o’er ev’ry Tree,

Bat e’en those two of my own Race,

That grew not in this happy Place.

But that in which I glory most,

And do myself with Reason toast,

Beneath my Shade the other DayYoung Philocles and Chlor is lay.

Upon my Rcot he plac’d her Plead,

And where I grew, he made her Bed ;

Their trembling Limbs did gently pressThe kind supporting yielding Moss,

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