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 THE 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
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 PREFACE. 
 
 ploring the Favour and Clemency of each 
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 P R E FA C E. v 
 
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 The Characters of Chamont and Serbia 
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 little interesting, (as Lovers,) in the Dra- 
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 CONTENTS. 
 
 Page 
 
 TH E Tempeft I 
 
 The Wim 9 
 
 The Forfaken Shepherd' 12 
 
 The lucky Encounter 14 
 
 The Expoftulation 17 
 
 The parting Exchange 20 
 
 The Treachery of Cupid, an Anacreontic 23 
 
 Another 26 
 
 The Complaint 27 
 
 The Irrefolute 29 
 
 The Indifferent 32 
 
 The Caution 34 
 
 The Ladies Dilemma -, 36 
 
 Chioe alter'd 38 
 
 The Comical Definition 41 
 
 To Mira 47 
 
 To the fame 49 
 To a young Gentleman afldng the Author how he 
 
 could know him to be in Love 51 
 
 On Clarinda 54 
 
 On a young Lady with a fine Voice 56 
 
 The Sloe-ey'd Maid, a Pafloral Dialogue 57 
 
 To Eliza 65 
 b Cantata
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Page 
 
 Cantata from the Song of Solomon 69 
 
 The Power of Wine, another 72 
 
 Songs 
 
 Porter, in Imitation of a favourite Song of the 
 
 Count St. Germain 76 
 
 Mira, another 78 
 
 ClarifTa, another 80 
 Woman, another, in Imitation of a favourite Song 
 
 fung by Mifs Nurris in the Chaplet- 83 
 
 Arabell, another 85 
 
 'J he Art of Courtlhip, another 86 
 
 The Conftant, another 87 
 
 The Contented Heart, another 89 
 
 Eliza, another 91 
 
 Thyrfis and Chloe, another 94 
 
 The Slighted Maid, another 96 
 
 A Drinking Song 98 
 
 Odes of Horace tranflated. 
 
 Ode IV. Book i. To L. Sextus 100 
 
 Ode XXII I. of the fame Book imitated 1 04 
 
 Ode X XX. of the (lime Book 1 06 
 
 Ode II. Book 2. to C. Salluftius Crifpus 108 
 
 Ode III of the fame Book in 
 
 Ode XVI. of the ftme Book 1 1 4. 
 
 Ode IX. Book 3. Imitated 119 
 
 OJe II. of the Epodcs 123 
 
 Ode
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Page 
 
 Ode XV. of the fame imitated 129 
 
 A New- Year's Ode, infcrib'd to a Friend 132 
 
 An Ode compofed for the Anniverfary of the So- 
 ber Society 139 
 
 Taks from Ovid's Metamorphofes, 
 
 Tale I. from Book 14. Iphis and Anaxarete, or 
 Cruelty punimed, Infcribed to the Ladies 145 
 
 Tale II. from Book 7. Cephalus and Procris, or 
 the Fate of Jealoufy, Infcribed to the Ladies 158 
 
 Tale III. from Book 4. Pyramus and Thifbe, or 
 Unhappy Love 169 
 
 Tale IV. from Book i. Apollo and Daphne, or 
 Virtue triumphant 182 
 
 Auguftus and Virgil, a Tale 19$ 
 
 Verfes on Death, from Voiture 203 
 
 Fiction the Frieud to Poefy, from Boileau's Art of 
 Poetry 205 
 
 An Idea of God and his Power, from Mr. Racine's 
 I ragedy of Efther 206 
 
 On Love and it's Power over all Creatures, a Mil- 
 tonic Eilay 208 
 
 A Prologue to the Siege of Damafcus, performed 
 by Gentlemen of the Navy for their Diverfion, 
 at St. John's, Newfoundland, Monday, Sept. 23. 
 
 '753- 2I 3 
 
 An Epilogue to the fame Play 217 
 
 Epiftle
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Dramatic Epiftles 
 
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 EpifUe I. Chamont to Serina 223 
 
 Epiftle II. Serina to Chamont 230 
 
 Epiftle III. Andromache to Pyrrhus 239 
 
 Epiftle IV. Oreftes to Hermione 250 
 
 Epiftle V. Califta to Lothario 260 
 
 Epiftle VI. Tancred to Sigifmimda 269 
 
 Epiftle VII. Pyrrhus to Andromache 280 
 
 POEMS
 
 POEMS 
 
 O N 
 
 Several Occafions. 
 
 The Tempeft. 
 
 //// Robur, et Ms triplex 
 
 Circa Peffius erat^ qui fragilem truci 
 
 Commifit Pelago ratem 
 
 Primus < HORATV 
 
 WAS Midnight's Hour, and o'er the pla- 
 cid Deep 
 A folemn Silence reign'd , Creation's Sleep t 
 
 High in the blue Expanfe, the filver Moon, 
 Radiant amidil: the le-fler Planets fhone r 
 
 B And
 
 2 POEMS on 
 
 And o'er the duiky Vifage of the Night, 
 DifFus'd a pleaiing, melancholy Light. 
 
 Thro' the fmooth Flood, by profp'rous Gales pro- 
 
 pell'd, 
 
 Our flately Bark, a moving Wonder fail'd, 
 Whilft on her lofty Sides in idle Play, 
 The Waves curl'd bland, and gently pafs'd away ; 
 Stretch'd on the Deck, the Watch,their Mates among. 
 Quaff the full Bowl, or tune the mirthful Song,. 
 Or active bounding to the artlefs Lay, 
 In Ruftick Mealures dance the Hours away ; 
 Or circling round the Man of Stories prefs, 
 Whofe each new Wonder makes the former lefs j 
 Or Fancy-led, the wifh'd for Port they gain, 
 The End of all their Labour and their Pain. 
 Already in th' ideal Grafp they hold 
 The tender Confort, or the Parent fold, 
 
 Each
 
 feveral Qccafions; $ 
 
 fiach to his Wiflies bleft, will then no more, 
 The Dangers of the faithlefs Deep explore : 
 Thus wrapt in full Security they fate, 
 And held the Vilions of the Mind for Fate. 1 
 Fond Men ! fecure the NOW would ever laft, 
 Blind to the FUTURE, thoughtlefs of the PAST. 
 
 When from the madid South with dabbled Wings, 
 Lo furious Auikr unexpected fprings 
 In blufFrous Rage ! Alarni'd all Ocean rofe, 
 And Nature ftarted from her calm Repofe \ 
 Deep thro' th' aerial Vault the Thunders roll, 
 And forked Lightnings dart from either Pole. 
 
 Now (the dire Clam of Elements begun,) 
 From the ^therial Space the filver Moon, 
 
 H * QOU&-
 
 4 POEMS on 
 
 Cloud-wrapt retiring, (ficken'd at the Sight,) 
 
 Relign'd us up to Chaos, and to Night $ 
 
 The Waves no longer now in idle Play, 
 
 Curl bland againft the Ship, and pafs away, 
 
 But by the Force of the increafing Gale, 
 
 To Mountains grown, the Top-Maft's Height afTail; 
 
 In vain (regardlefs of the Helm) we try'd 
 
 O'er the mad Surge, the bounding Bark to guide, 
 
 In whirling Eddies toft me giddy turns, 
 
 And all the Pilot's Art to rule her fcorns ; 
 
 Whilft helplefs we, and impotent to fave, 
 
 Drive at the Mercy of th' infulting Wave. 
 
 The Rider thus, whofe fiery Steed difdains 
 
 An even Courfe, indignant of the Reins, 
 
 Headlong is hurried o'er the diftant Plains : 
 
 In vain to check his Flight the Curb he tries, 
 
 Now here, now there, the bounding Courfer flies, 
 
 Nor feels the checking Curb, or feeling it defies. 
 
 Soon
 
 i 
 
 feveral Occafiom. 
 
 Soon, as new Sails, (the laft Refort,) we bend, 
 Torn from the Yards, we fee the Canvas rend, 
 The flitting Remnants bear our Hopes away, 
 And leave us funk in Horror and Difmay : 
 Al under next the cracking Cordage flies, 
 And the tall Mafc late tow'ring to the Skies, 
 Prone o'er the Side, a cumbrous Ruin lies. 
 The lab'ring Hull now ftagg'ring to and fro, 
 Reels Drunkard-like, oppreft with watry Woe, 
 As o'er her Decks, the whole collected Deep 
 Refiftlefs Torrent! feems at once to fweepj 
 Whilft from above the Clouds incefTant pour, 
 In dreadful Catarads their watrv Store. 
 
 And thus the Sport of Heaven and Ocean toft, 
 Wave -mounted in the Clouds awhile we 're loft, 
 Then plung'd unfathomable Depths below, 
 Hurl'd headlong thro' the watry Abyfs go, 
 
 B 3 Dreary
 
 6 POEMS on 
 
 Dreary and Vaft ! where heighten'd by our Fears, 
 Death in a thoufand vary'd Forms appears, 
 As burfting livid, o'er the Gloom of Night, 
 A Blaze of Meteors flam terrific Light ; 
 Trembling we ey'd each big approaching Wave, 
 As that by Fate decreed to be our Grave, 
 Whilft confcious Guilt, redoubled Horrors gave. 
 Now loft to Hope, Prefumption humbled lies, 
 And Heaven we feek with fupplicating Cries, 
 <( O thou ! to whom Creation's Ways are known, 
 <c And jarring Elements Subjection own, 
 " Propitious in this Hour of Need befriend 
 " And rife Supreme where human Efforts end ! " 
 Thus we in Anguifh breath'd the fervent Pray'r, 
 And Heaven all Gracious lent the pitying Ear, 
 O'er the rude Deep, the Sacred Mandate went, 
 The Winds were hufh'd, and Ocean's Fury fpent, 
 
 The
 
 federal Occafions. 7 
 
 The Storm fubfides : Our troubled Bark no more 
 By Tempefl fhaken, labours as before, 
 The Clouds no more in Deluges defcend, 
 But with the Waves their dreadful Conflid: end, 
 The languid Lightnings, now innoxious play, 
 And harmlefs Thunders diftant roll away ; 
 All's Calm : and Hope again in ev'ry Breaft, 
 Her Seat refuming, (Heaven-deputed Gueft ! ) 
 Gave us, fo lately number 'd with the Dead, 
 Once more to raife the Grave-devoted Head, 
 To Life reflor'd - y and (far more priz'd than Life,) 
 The Converfe of the Parent, Friend, and Wife. 
 
 Now thro' the rofy Portals of the Eaft, 
 The glorious Sun, in Gold and Azure dreft, 
 Refplendent ifluing as a Bridegroom gay, 
 To our chear'd Souls announc'd returning Day. 
 
 B 4 Whilft
 
 3 POEMS on 
 
 Whilft at his bright Approach the fable Night, 
 With all her Train of Horrors, took their Flight, 
 All Nature fiml'd, to fee her Peace reftor'd, 
 And proftrate we the Hand of Heaven ador'd, 
 
 Th?
 
 fevered Occafans. 
 
 The Wifli. r:: .: ":: 
 
 ! Would indulgent Heaven beftow, 
 Tu fmooth this Vale of Tears below, 
 Of Gold, enough to fet me free 
 From all the Snares of Penury ; 
 Enough, that fomething^ might fpare, 
 To feed the Hungry, cloath the Bare ! 
 Plain mould my Raiment be, and meet 
 To fhield my Limbs from Cold and Heat ; 
 My Food, fufficient to fupply 
 Nature's Demands, not Luxury 5 
 A Cot I'd have, where Plainnefs reigns, 
 (No Fretwork Roofs, nor Tyrian Stains, 
 Which kindle Pride, and wild Defires, 
 In Minds, that blind Ambition fires,) 
 
 Plac'd
 
 io POEMS on 
 
 Plac'd near fome ven4able Wood, 
 
 Whofe Branches long have Storms withftood , 
 
 There let my Limbs at Eafe be fpread, 
 
 My Soul converfe with Sages dead ; 
 
 Or thro' the Shade whilil pleas'd I walk* 
 
 With God my great Creator talk 
 
 In mental Parley ; whilft around 
 
 A folemn, facred, Hum is found, 
 
 .Till the 'wrapt Soul, entranc'd fhall ftray, 
 
 On Fancy's Wings to Realms of Day. 
 
 There far from Care, and Noife, and Strife, 
 
 Refide the real Sweets of Life ; 
 
 Content ! the choiceil Bleffing giv'n 
 
 To favour'd Man, by bounteous Heaven, 
 
 Oh ! give Content with Me to dwell 
 
 Joint-Tenant of my humble Cell ! 
 
 Content ! from gilded Rooms of State 
 
 Expell'd with never ceafing Hate ! 
 
 Let
 
 federal Occafions. I r 
 
 Let Damon too the Friend, be there, 
 The Noble, Generous, and fincere ! 
 Whofe Soul from Pride, as Vice, is free, 
 A Foe profefs'd to Flattery ; 
 Blefs'd with their Prefence all will fmile, 
 And fome new Joy each Hour beguile. 
 
 Grant me but this 111 afk no more, 
 Pofiefs'd of all my Soul calls Store ! 
 
 Grant this ! I'll look with Pity down, 
 Pn Pride's vain Plaything call'd a CROWN. 
 
 The
 
 12 POEMS on 
 
 The Forfaken Shepherd. 
 
 *T N Love, and forfaken by Myra, falfe Maid ! 
 
 Poor Colin fat down where a Beach fpread its Shade, 
 And thus to the River meand'ring along, 
 The Heart-broken Shepherd addreiTed his Song. 
 " Ah ! whither fo faft from thefe Banks do you fly, 
 <c Like Myra Inconftant, tho' fair to the Eye ? 
 <c To hear me complain yet a Moment oh flay! 
 " And my Tears with increafe, fhall your Kindnefs 
 
 repay. 
 
 * c No Mortal below, nor no Godhead above, 
 " I envy'd when Myra return'd my fond Love, 
 " When laid by her Side, to my Wifh I was bleft, 
 <f And I dreamt of no Heaven beyond her foft Breafl. 
 " But how wretched my State, nov/ fhe flies from the 
 
 Plain, 
 
 " How iniipid my Pipe, and how languid my Strain ! 
 
 -No
 
 fever -al Occafans. 1 3 
 
 '* No more thro' the Grove mall my Mufick be heard, 
 
 " As when me was my Theme, and her Kifs my Re- 
 ward; 
 " My Dog, and my Flock, are no longer my Care, 
 
 " The Birds have no Mufick, no Fragrance the Air. 
 " No Joy to my Heart can gay Nature fupply, 
 "But my Haunts are as mournful, and filent as I* 
 " For in Room of gay Colin, and Harmony there, 
 " The Screech Owl, and Bat, and fad Colin appear -, 
 " Ah then fmce my Life of all Joy is bereft, 
 " Why, ye Gods ! is that Life fo embitter'd, yet left ? 
 Why mould C0// be chain'dtohisWoeslikeaSlave> 
 " And deny'd the wifh'd Freedom, and Peace of the 
 
 Grave ? " 
 
 Relenting the Gods heard the Grief of the Swain, 
 And in Pity lent Death to releafe him from Pain, 
 <f Falfe Myral farewell ! " was the moft he could fa/, 
 Ere the Soul took her Flight and abandon'd the Clay, 
 
 The
 
 1 4 POEMS on 
 
 JUQEJML*' 
 
 The Lucky Encounter. 
 
 TT) Eneath a cool refrefhing Shade, 
 
 By a tall Beaches fpreading Branches made; 
 The lovely Phillis at her Eafe was laid ; 
 When Chance, or more prevailing Fate 
 Brought Damon there to (him the Heat -, 
 But Gods i what Pen can paint the. Joy, 
 That inftant feiz'd the am'rous Boy, 
 When he his haughty Fair One found 
 Lock'd in ioft Slumbers on the Ground ? 
 The loofen'd Robe, the heaving Breai!^ 
 All ! All f the fleeping Fair cohfeft. 
 
 Seiz'cl with a foft tumultuous Tide 
 Of Av/e and Love, awhile he ey'd 
 
 The
 
 feveral Occajiom, 1 5 
 
 The Boaft of Nature as me lay, 
 
 Dreading to give his Tranfports way ; 
 
 But foon the little God o'ercame, 
 
 And banifh'd Fear, and banim'd Shame, 
 
 He ventures on her coral Lips, 
 
 And large ambrofial Draughts he fips. 
 
 O'er all her Ivory Limbs he rov'd, 
 
 And clafp'd, and view'd, and kifs'cl, and lov'd I 
 
 Now nearer yet, and nearer drew, 
 
 'Till open to his am'rous View 
 
 Lay all that Heav'n of Blifs could give, 
 
 And happy Mortal could receive ; 
 
 Yet flill the Nymph fail Slumbring lay,- 
 
 Nor mov'd the leaft, or Word did fay r 
 
 'Till Love's all-piercing Dart me felt, 
 
 Then, when her Soul began to melt, 
 
 Dear Youth fhe cry'd, ah ! pleaiing Pain ! 
 
 Then clos'd her Eyes, and flept again. 
 
 The
 
 1 6 
 
 POEMS on 
 
 The happy Shepherd now grown fick 
 And cloy'd with Love, retired quick, 
 The happy Nymph retir'd too 
 To fhun th' unwholfome Evening D'ewV 
 
 The
 
 fever al Occajions. 1 7 
 
 The Expoftulatioru 
 
 T TEavens ! what Injuftice 'tis that She 
 
 Who wounds all Hearts, herfelf mould be 
 Alone Invuln'rable, nor prove 
 The Pangs of difappointed Love ! 
 That She who fills each Eye with Tears, 
 Rends ev'ry Soul with anxious Cares, 
 Who with a Look, from ev'ry Breaft, 
 Chafes calm Peace, and dow.iy Reft ; 
 Should boaft (regardlefs of their Pain,) 
 The Thoufands loft by her Difdain ; 
 And mock the Mis'rys She does caufe 
 Defying Juftice and it's Laws j 
 Love ! where's thy boafted Power, oh where ! 
 That unconcern'd thou thus can'ft bear 
 
 The Infults of this haughty Fair 
 
 C Anci
 
 1 8 POEMS on 
 
 And Suffer with Impunity, 
 
 Thefe bold Attempts 'gainft thy Divinity ? 
 
 Soon thy Dominion will expire, 
 
 Nor Lovers more confefs thy Fire, 
 
 Thy Power will foon negle&ed grow, 
 
 Nay quite forgotten here below, 
 
 Loft in the Conquefls of this Mortal Foe : 
 
 Thy Mother's Temple too will foon, 
 
 With loathfome Weeds be over-grown, 
 
 Nor more with mirthful Revell'ry, 
 
 And Love infpiring Harmony, 
 
 The vaulted Roofs refound, nor more 
 
 With grateful Myrrh be ftrew'd the Floor, 
 
 But foon to her Regret will me, 
 
 Her hallqw'd Fanes deferted fee, 
 
 Her Altars fallen, her Doves unyok'd, 
 
 Nor Venus Name be more invok'd 
 
 -
 
 feveral Occafans. 
 
 By the kind Nymph, and amorous Swain, 
 But in her Stead Clarinda reign 
 Unrival'd Goddefs of the Grove, 
 And fpite of Thee and her will prove,- 
 Sole Queen of Beauty, and of Love. 
 Shake off thy Lethargy then, rife ! 
 And pluck the Bandage from thy Eyes, 
 A Shaft from 'midft thy Quiver chufe, 
 And well in Gall the Point infufe, 
 Then at one Blow transfix the Dart, 
 Up to the Feather in her Heart j 
 Thus by one lucky Hit again 
 Thy falling Empire thou'llt regain, 
 Revenge thy Mother, Self, and Me, 
 And fet a World from Slav'ry free.
 
 2<o POEMS on 
 
 The Parting Exchange. 
 
 T T THilft the Sunfhine of thy Smile,, 
 Does each happy Hour beguile, 
 Love-inebriated I, 
 Heed not how the Moments fly, 
 The flying Moments, that alas- ! 
 Pals irrevocably Pafs ! 
 Haft'ning on the dreadful Hour, 
 When I mall ne'er behold thee more, 
 Ne'er more be to thy Bofom preft, 
 Where much I fpeak, and feel the reft,. 
 The Reft, that only Lovers feel, 
 The Reft, none e'er had Pow'r to tell, 
 The Reft, unutterably fweet, 
 When Hearts and Souls and Bodies meet, 
 
 But
 
 feveral Occafions. 
 
 But foon from thy Embraces torn, 
 
 Muft in a cruel Abfence mourn, 
 
 (Like fome wretched exil'd Spright, 
 
 That reftlefs haunts the Tombs by Night,) 
 
 Ravim'd Blifs, and loft Delight j 
 
 But muft our Souls Divilion prove ! 
 
 Divilion that worft Foe to Love ? 
 
 Say ! tho' to diftant Climates born, 
 
 From whence I may, or mayn't return, 
 
 The Work of Fate j have I to fear, 
 
 A Doubt of ever being dear 
 
 To Thee, as Thou to Me, my Fair ? 
 
 No ! fince my Heart into thy Breaft 
 
 Has ftolen, there let the Truant reft ! 
 
 And pr'ythee ! Love ! don't niggard be ! 
 
 But in return fend thine to Me, 
 
 So oft by thefe dear Hoftages, 
 
 May we our abfent Pangs to eafe, 
 
 C 3 AMu- 
 
 i
 
 22 POEMS OH 
 
 A Mutual Mental Parley hold, 
 Clafp'd in Imagination's Fold ; 
 Thus lov'd and loving, ftill, mall we, 
 Reverfe our Fortune's hard Decree, 
 And tho' in Perfons doom'd to part, 
 Retain at home each other's Heart. 
 
 The
 
 fever al Occafions. 23 
 
 The Treachery of Cupid, 
 An Anacreontic. 
 
 A S void of Care the other Day 
 
 I rov'd about, I loft my Way, 
 And met young Cupid on the Road, 
 (Nor knew at firft the malign God, 
 For he the better to furprife, 
 Had hid his Shafts in CbJoe's Eyes ;} 
 A pretty, little, fmiling Chit, 
 He feem'd to Me, of lively Wit j 
 His Age was much about Fifteen, 
 Wanton he gamboll'd o'er the Green j 
 My pretty Boy faid I, I pray 
 Can'ft thou direct me on my Way ? 
 
 C 4 Ay
 
 24 POEMS 'on 
 
 Ay that I can ! alert he cry'd, 
 
 Come follow me ! I'll be your Guide ! 
 
 Thro' Meadows, Groves, and Fie}ds we 
 
 Where Nature lavifhly had fpent 
 
 Her choiceft Stores to make them fair, 
 
 And balmy Odours fill'd the Air; 
 
 All beauteous feem'4, as Heaven itfelf, 
 
 Had been in Concert with the Elf, 
 
 Who, whilft in Raptures I admir'd 
 
 Each glowing Scene, with Wonder fir'd, 
 
 Unheeded led me to a Pit, 
 
 A graffy Carpet cover'd it, 
 
 And on the wily Margin grew, 
 
 A Thoufand Flowers of various Hue, 
 
 Onwards I went, when mame to tell ! 
 
 Deceiv'd, and heedleis, in I fell ! 
 
 And at the Bottom Brambles found, 
 
 That drew the Blood at ev'ry Wound,
 
 federal Occapom. 35 
 
 My tender Flefh in Pieces tore, 
 
 more 1 flrove, they flung the more, 
 
 The Treach'rous God now flood confeft, 
 
 at my Tortures made a Jeft, 
 So fare he cry'd each Foe to Me, 
 Each Advocate for Liberty ! 
 Then wav'd his Plumes, and left me there 
 J3alf dead with Anguifh, and Deipair. 
 
 Another
 
 26 POEMS on 
 
 Another. 
 
 TT Love thee thou bewitching Fair ! 
 
 More than all Things love the Air, 
 More than Beafts do love their Prey, 
 More than Birds do love the Spray, 
 More than Fiflies Waters love, 
 More than Sylphs to haunt the Grove, 
 More than Monarch s to be Great, 
 More than Ecclefiafticks State, 
 jVlore than Mifers love their Pence, 
 More than Prudes a double Senfe, 
 More than Poets love their Bays, 
 More than half thy Sex love Praife, 
 In ihort I love thee Arabell I 
 More than,- More than, Tongue can tell. 
 
 The
 
 fever al Qccafions. 2 7 
 
 The Complaint. 
 
 i. 
 
 A H ! where fliall I my Fair One find? 
 ^^ Loft is the Maid I love ! 
 For fwifter than the flitting Wind, 
 
 O'er yonder Mead, I favv her rove ; 
 Jt's verdant Spires, the yielding Grafs 
 
 Gently reclin'd, to let her pafs, 
 Then rofe again as proud of fuch a Weight, 
 With doubled Verdure, having kifs'd her Feet. 
 
 2. 
 
 The Chryftal Stream that mould have prov'd 
 
 A Lover's friendly Aid, 
 And ftopt her Flight, alike unmov'd 
 
 With Fate, my Hopes betray 'd , 
 
 The
 
 28 POEMS on 
 
 The Nereid that refided there, 
 
 Deceiv'd to fee a Nymph fo fair, 
 Thought Amphytrite near her drew, 
 And bid the curling Waves divide, and let the 
 
 Goddefs thro'. 
 
 3- 
 Th' obedient Waves part fwift as Light, 
 
 And make a Paffage for her Flight, 
 
 But as I thought to follow clofe, 
 
 The Liquid Enemies my Steps oppofe ; - 
 
 Joyning, they bar my eager Way, 
 
 Then pafs regardlefs on in idle Play > 
 
 Ah me ! my Arabellas gone j 
 
 Loft is my lovely Maid, and Damon is undone. 
 
 The
 
 feveral Occafans. 29 
 
 The Irrefolute. 
 
 TN vain a thoufand Times I've fvvore 
 
 O Cbloe ! thou ihouldft reign no more, 
 In vain, for ftill my Rebel Heart 
 Againft my Reafon took thy Part, 
 And fixt thee Miftrefs there in fpite of all my Art. 
 
 When anger'd by thy proud Difdain, 
 I've bravely tugg'd to break thy Chain > 
 Nor better Rage it's Poft defends, 
 A Look, a Word, my Purpofe ends, 
 And ftill my treach'rous Heart, Cbloe ! thy VafTal 
 
 bends. J 
 
 Another Method then I try, 
 And feign for fome flew Fair to dye, 
 
 Btft
 
 3:0 POEMS on 
 
 But flill to my Vexation fee, 
 
 My very Senfes brib'd by thee, 
 
 And every Face but thine, mews like Deformity. 
 
 -* 
 
 To Mufic's gentle kind Relief 
 When net I fly, to footh my Grief, 
 In hopes to drive thee from my Mind, 
 Difcordant every Note I find : 
 Unlefs to every Note, Chke ! thy Name is join'd. 
 
 i my Mind, - 
 
 ind, S 
 
 / tlixr T\Tnrn^ ic inin'rl -* 
 
 Fain, very fain, I wou'd be free, 
 But yet can't hate the Slavery ; 
 I fee, and know, how ill I'm us'd, "] 
 
 But have Deliverance oft refus'd, 
 And flill, (provided 'tis by You,) am pleas 'd to be [ 
 
 abus'd.J 
 
 If fuch thy Power, then Chke ! why 
 This cau folds, plaguing Jealouiy ? 
 
 Why
 
 feveral Occafions. 
 
 Why anxious where I ftay, or go, 
 
 Or what I fay, or what I do, 
 
 Since all at laft muft end in Homage paid to You. 
 
 The
 
 32 POEMS on 
 
 The Indifferent. 
 
 "Ji /TY Freedom now thefe ten Years long 
 I've kept fecure from Cupid 's Darts, 
 Still as I've rang'd the Fair among, 
 
 Amidft the Dance, the Drefs, the Song, 
 Thofe Female Baits for Hearts. 
 
 The Coy, the Kind, the Chafte, the Free, 
 With all alike I've toy'd and play'd, 
 
 Nor could the moil experienc'd She 
 Do more againft my Liberty, 
 
 Than the moft iimple Maid. 
 
 Thus happy in Indifference, 
 
 Oft to my felf, I've fmiling cry'd,- 
 
 What Mortal that the leaft Pretence 
 To Reafon has, or common Senfe, 
 
 To one would e'er be ty'd ? 
 
 But
 
 fever al Occafions*. 3 3 
 
 But now this wand'ring Heart of mine 
 
 That idly rov'd from Fair to Fair, 
 Cbhe ! thy brighter Eyes confine, 
 
 And with a kind of Force divine, 
 Compell thy Chain to wear. 
 
 Then do riot Fair ! tyrannic prove, 
 
 Or treat thy ValTal with Difdain j 
 For mould this Heart fo us'd to rove, 
 
 Once feel the Scourge of flighted Love, 
 'Twou'd foon Be gone again. 
 
 D Thfc
 
 34 POEMS on 
 
 The Caution. 
 
 Ye ! who hold your Freedom dear, 
 Take friendly Council and beware, 
 My Mir a thro' the Meadows roves, 
 Surrounded by a Train of Loves, 
 I faw, I faw them take their Place, 
 Each Lord of fome peculiar Grace j 
 But Chief, and Prince of all the Reft, 
 Shines Ciipid^ in her Eyes confeft ; 
 Vermillion-clad, an Urchin keeps, 
 The balmy Portal of her Lips, 
 And thence fuch fragrant Sweetnefs deals, 
 As over ev'ry Senfe prevails ; 
 Her dimpled Cheeks, polTefs, a Pair, 
 Who lavifh fpread their Rofes there ;
 
 fever a 1 cca/tons . 
 
 Minerva taught her Steps to move, 
 Aflifted by the Queen of Love; 
 Round all her Beauteous Graceful Form, 
 Whole Myriads of Defires fwarm. 
 
 Attended thus, She forth is gone, 
 Oh ! heed, ye Youths ! or you're undone, 
 For know, (and I can truly tell, 
 For I alas ! have known too well,) 
 This Maid whom Heaven thus makes its Card 
 Is Shepherds ! fickle as She's fair. 
 
 The
 
 POEMS on 
 
 The Ladies Dilemma. 
 
 LORD blefs me! fays F/av/a, thofe Things 
 cairdtheMen, 
 
 Are fo monflrous provoking ! there's not One 
 
 in Ten 
 
 Will take a Denial, and what can One do ? 
 
 It fignifies nothing to anfwer Them, No ! 
 
 As an Inftance of this, it was but t'other Day 
 
 I was dreffing, I think, Ay ! to go to the Play, 
 
 When who Hi&uld come in but young Curio, and he 
 
 From a flender Acquaintance, is grown very free 5 
 
 When cocking his Hat in an infolent Way, 
 
 Gad curfe me ! you look like an Angel to Day, 
 
 So tempting ! Pfha ! prythee ! Nay I muft have a 
 
 Kifs! 
 
 Sure Curio ! you're mad ! what Behaviour is this ? 
 So I ftruggled you know, when the infolent Wretch, 
 Diforder'd my Hair, and difplac'd ev'ry Patch, 
 
 With
 
 fever al Occafions. 37 
 
 With Rage I was ready to burft, you muft think, 
 I bid him be gone ! He gave Molly the Wink, 
 And me left the Room, like an unthinking Jade, 
 Sure ! never poor Woman was e'er fo betray 'd ! 
 I call'd out as loud as my Voice would permit, 
 But you know I h'd a Cold, and a'n't well of it yet ; 
 So more and more prefling the Monfter he grew, -j 
 Not contented with what by Compulfion he drew, > 
 He iniifted that I, in my Turn, {hould kifs too ; * 
 In vain ev'ry Art of Perfuafion I try'd, 
 He'd have teiz'd me to Death if I had not comply 'd ; 
 So finding it vain to difpute him the Field, 
 I was forc'd to his {hocking Propofal to yield, 
 And inftead of one Kifs, that he afk'd for before, 
 In my Confcience, I think, that I gave him a Score. 
 
 D 3 Chloe
 
 38 POEMS on 
 
 Chloe alter 'd. 
 
 T)RETTY Chloe was, you know, 
 
 Mighty fond of Drefs and Shows 
 Pretty Chloe likewife was, 
 Very, very fond of Praife, 
 Seldom went to Church or Play, 
 But She brought a Heart away > 
 But now Beauty's greateft Evil, 
 Small-pox came as would the Devil ! 
 Came the Doctors too in Crouds, 
 With Face-prefervatives by Loads, 
 But all would not do, at laft 
 Went Small-pox, and Beauty paft 5 
 Beauty, that the Sages fay, 
 Like the tranfient Flow'r in May, 
 Blooms^ and withers in a Day. 
 
 i 
 
 Chloe
 
 federal Occafiom. 39 
 
 Chloe now recover J d quite, 
 
 Soon perceiv'd Dame Fortune's Spight, 
 
 The pretty Oval Turn was gone ; 
 
 Dimples there remain'd not one ; 
 
 In fhort all Love's Artillery, 
 
 In one common Ruin lay ; 
 
 What to do ? No Conquefts now, 
 
 From the Side Box not a Bow ; 
 
 None to hand her to her Chair, 
 
 On each Female Face a Sneer, 
 
 As fhould fay, pray what is come 
 
 Of Cbloes boafted Charms and Bloom ? 
 
 Chloe then refolv'd in Time, 
 
 To dedicate to Heaven her Prime, 
 
 A little worfe 'tis true for wear, 
 
 But what do Saints for Outfide care, 
 
 Their Beauties all interior are ! 
 
 i 
 
 D 4 Now
 
 40 POEMS on 
 
 Now alter d quite She throws afide, 
 The rich Brocade and tinfell'd Pride. 
 Turns all her Patches out of Place, 
 And Bettys felf is in Difgrace. 
 Betty, that able Minjilrefs, 
 So deeply vers'd in Schemes of Drefs $ 
 She wonders now how Women can 
 Endure that filthy Creature Man ? 
 Made up of nought but Tricks and Lies, 
 Or fulfome ill-plac'd Flatteries : 
 And drefs'd in fimple Stuff, and Pattens, 
 Each Morn, by Six, is feen at Mattins. 
 In ihort, this Inflant that I write, 
 Our pretty Chke's alter'd quite, 
 And become, ('tis Truth I fwear) 
 The arrant'il Prude that breaths the Air. 
 
 The
 
 fevsral Occafom. 41 
 
 The Comical Definition, or the 
 S n in the Suds ; A Story 
 Founded on FaL 
 
 the Bench learned Verm enrobed was fate, 
 Attentive to hear the Caufe in Debate, 
 When th' Indictment being laid, and the Fad: 
 
 clearly fhewn, 
 
 (For that A had "beat B, was very well known ;) 
 
 The Counfel next mov'd, who were for the Defen- 
 
 dant, 
 To end an Affair had been fo long dependant, 
 
 That the S - n who did on the Patient attend ; 
 
 Should fvvear that the Hurts complain'd off by his 
 
 Friend 
 
 Were fuch as from th' Injuries he had fuftain'd 
 
 1 
 
 his I 
 
 nd, I 
 > J 
 
 Of Confequence came ; So it now was agreed 
 
 To fwear in for he it was faid, 
 
 Had the Patient attended; and fully furvey'd. 
 
 Then
 
 42 POEMS on 
 
 Then forth ftept our DOCTOR, but oh ! had you 
 
 feen, 
 
 The droll Air of Importance that fate on his Mien, 
 How he hemm'd, haw'd, bow'dlow and threw back 
 
 his three Ties, 
 
 And in fpite of Dame Nature would be feem to be 
 
 wife, 
 
 " My Lord" (then he cry'd, but firft look'd round 
 
 awhile 
 
 At the Ladies expecting their Applaufe in a Smile, 
 
 For it frill muft be own'd that our Doctor fo gay 
 
 To the Ladies was ever the tout Devote) 
 
 " My Lord, that the PlantifT does juftly complain, 
 
 Of the prefent Dif order I think very plain, 
 
 For the Force of the Blows by Defendant infltfted y 
 
 On my Patient's Shoulders, fuch Marks has relitted 
 
 That he need only ftrip, and the Thing plain ap- 
 pears, 
 (Tho' I hate to fet People together by th' Ears) 
 
 Yet Truth, my Lord ! Truth is, and tis very well 
 
 known 
 
 To all Men that I have no Views of my own 
 In this Thing j But as I was faying the Force 
 Of thefe Blows he receiv'd had the Shoulders of 
 
 co u rib 
 
 Much
 
 federal Occafans. 43 
 
 Much tumefy 'd, and underneath there was found 
 Of extravafate Blood, 'twixt the Mufcles around 
 A Quantity large, Now my Lord ! he complains 
 At prefent, I think, of excruciating Pains 
 In Scroto, and here lyes the Knot of the Thing ! 
 For how fay his Council,, can fuch Complaints 
 
 fpring 
 
 From a Blow on the Shoulder? Alas! good my Lord 
 Jn ANATOMY they are quite dark on my Word ! 
 For down from the Mufculus Subfcapularis 
 To the Scrotum, I think a way very fair is, 
 By which the coagulate Griimus might flide, 
 And being come there, by it's Force might divide 
 The feveral Tunics enclofing the Teftis ; 
 But to fhorten the Matter, and I think that beft is 
 In Affairs of this Kinds I moil humbly prefume, 
 Ab hifce prtemiflis, that he fairly has Room 
 For Damages infinite, fince it now {hewn is 
 In partibus loth cue Tefih or Stone is 
 
 En-
 
 44 POEMS on 
 
 Endamag'd fand hence, that of Courfe, Propagation 
 Is in \tatum impeded, and the main End of Creation 
 Ohftructed, for now he no IlTue can have, 
 But fruitlefs and barren his Relict muft leave,. 
 Irreparable Lofs ! and the greateft that can 
 I humbly prefume, ever happen to Man ! 
 
 But leaft I too much on your Lordfliip's good Na- 
 ture, 
 Should tot Verbh intrude, (cry'd the ne'er ceafing 
 
 Prater !} 
 
 I'll end j having thus laid the whole Truth before 
 
 ye" 
 
 (Than fLIl of himfclffwell'd like Frog in the Mory, 
 
 As fure of his Fee, having fo well difguis'd 
 
 The. Truth as he thought, and's own Eloquence 
 
 pris'd 
 
 \Bore Dernofthene's Self;) when hold ! my Loid 
 
 cries, 
 
 Your explaining this Thing caufes me fome Surprize, 
 And (tho' in your Science I do not pretend 
 In the leaf! to be vers'd, yet) I can't comprehend 
 By what Method of Nature this fame ilrange Tran- 
 
 flation 
 
 Of Blood's brought about j or how Coagulation 
 
 Is
 
 fever-al Occafans. 45 
 
 Is confiftent, good Sir, with a Paflage fo quick 
 From the Head to the Tail, when the Mafs is fo 
 
 thick ! 
 
 Now in order to make this quite plain to the Jury 
 The Term Coagulation muft b'explain'd I'll allure 
 
 ye! 
 
 This Coup imprevu fo aftonim'd our Youth, 
 
 Unus'd to the Or^/Tryal of Truth ; 
 
 That for the firft Time, he was then feen to blum, 
 
 And fault'ring, thus broke the general Hum, 
 
 " Why blefs us ! Good Heaven ! why what can 
 
 this mean ,? 
 
 Abfolutely I thought I made ev'ry Thing plain 1 
 But fmce as it feems it does not fo appear 
 To thefe Gentlemen, now I'll do't, fo pray give Ear, 
 Coagulum, Grumus, or bruis'd Blood my Lord ! 
 (For with us Phyficians it is the fame Word,) 
 Is the Serous or wat'ry Part of the Blood, 
 A Colour receiving- from fome that is good, 
 Or the Globular Part, am I now underftood ? 
 
 Now
 
 46 POEMS on 
 
 Now this from the mix'd Mafs of Blood is let loofe 
 By " Hold ! cries my Lord ! why the Court you 
 
 abufe. 
 
 What Coagulation mean Serum \ why fure 
 You never can think we'll this Infult endure, 
 Here Cryer ! pray take this dull Mortar-Man hence, 
 And againft you next come Sir, pray learn better 
 
 Senfe. 
 
 'For you the Defendant, you this Time are clear, 
 As the Malice of th' Indictment does plainly appear. 
 
 A Smile rofe in the Court at fo juft a Decree, 
 As at oneefham'd our DOCTOR, and fet the Man free. 
 
 To
 
 federal Occafans. 47 
 
 To Mira. 
 
 T)R'ythee Mira ! tell me why 
 
 Marriage Joys you thus defy ? 
 Is it, that you think your Charms 
 Are fecure 'gainft Time's Alarms ? 
 Mira ! know in that fair Face, 
 Wrinkles foon will claim a Place ; 
 Know that Tongue whofe Syren Strain, 
 Pleafes with ecftatic Pain, 
 Thofe Eyes, whofe Luftre all admire, 
 Setting ev'ry Heart on Fire, &. 
 
 Every Charm, and every Grace, 
 Muft at laft to Time give Place ! 
 Vainly then miftaken Fair ! 
 Thou deck'il thy Form with Ib much Care -, 
 
 E'en
 
 48 POEMS on 
 
 E'en thy Bofom Friend the Glafs, 
 Warns thee how the Minutes pafs, 
 For look again I and tell me now, 
 Do'ft thou Mira ! younger grow ! 
 Blooms thy Face, (tho' fair 'tis true 
 As Nature's Pencil ever drew,) 
 With the fame Hebeian Air 
 As when in thy fixteenth Year ? 
 
 What iilent ! do not lovely Maid 
 
 Be by flatt'ring Fops betray 'd ! 
 Thus to lofe the precious Hours, 
 All- confirming Time devours, 
 Nor let them pafs unheeded by, 
 But catch ! ah catch them as they fly I 
 Leave too thy mean coquettifh Arts, 
 Baits too weak for Manly Hearts, 
 And accept a Swain whofe Love, 
 You and Virtue muft approve. 
 
 To
 
 feveral Occafons. 49 
 
 To the Same. 
 
 T TIther Mira ! hither come ! 
 
 And tafte with me the Vernal Bloom, 
 Here the fragrant Hawthorn blows, 
 Here the dappled Pink, and Rofe, 
 Their variegated Sweets difpenfe, 
 To charm the Eye, and glad the Senfe ; 
 Whilft warbl'ing Birds in Raptures ling, 
 Their glad Pindarics to the Spring : 
 Hither come ! and thou (halt prove 
 The matchlefs Joys of mutual Love ; 
 Here with all thy heavenly Charms r 
 Thou flialt blefs my longing Arms, 
 And I will in Return to Thee, 
 Ykld all my Soul in Eulacy. 
 
 E Talk'tf
 
 50 POEMS on 
 
 Talk'ft thou of Sin ! ah talk not fo 
 What Sin can happy Lover's know ? 
 Whilft thus I gaze with wifhing Eyes, 
 Heaving Breaft, and fervid Sighs, 
 If I fnatch the rapt'rous Kifs, 
 Anticipating mightier Blifs, 
 Where's the wond'rous Crime of this ? 
 When I behold thy beauteous Face, 
 The Pride and Joy of human Race, 
 And ftraight confefs that Beauty's Pow'r 
 
 Which I experience ev'ry Hour, 
 
 If None befide thee Good I find, 
 
 None Excellent of all thy Kind, 
 
 And therefore love Thee more than All 
 
 That's circled in this Earthly Ball, 
 
 If this, I fay, a Crime mould be, 
 
 Sure never Mortal finn'dlike Me ! 
 
 To
 
 federal Gccafahs. 5 1 
 
 To a young Gentleman, who afk'd 
 me, how I could know he was 
 in Love ? 
 
 ~V7" O U aik me how 1 know you ove 
 Ah Damon ! can an Heart like mine 
 
 That Cupid's Power does daily prove, 
 Be at a Lofs it's Symptoms to define ; 
 Nay more, when riling Friend/hip bids me be 
 Attentive to each Change that's wrought in Thee. 
 
 When folded Arms, and downcafl Eyes, 
 Fixt in dull Silence on the Ground, 
 
 When broken Accents, heaving Sighs, 
 Declare fome hidden, deeply heartfelt Wound, 
 
 E a Th*
 
 52 POEMS on 
 
 The fame Diforder I remark in thee, 
 
 As Damon , when I lov'd, was felt by me. 
 
 When wrapt in Converfe as we walk 
 To wear the lingring Hours away, 
 
 And all the mighty Dead in Talk 
 By Mem'rys Aid recall again to Day, 
 Sudden you ftart, repeat fome am'rous Strain, 
 So Damon, did I ufe, when wearing Cupid's Chain. 
 
 On Friendfhip's Worth when pleas'd we dwell, 
 Joyous to urge the generous Theme, 
 
 QfTbefetts and Piritbous tell. 
 And their Examples highly glorious deem, 
 Forgetting Friendmip, on to Love you fly, 
 Why T)amon^ when in Love, jufl fo did I. 
 
 Ceafe then to wonder my dear Friend ! 
 Or think it ftrange that I (hould know 
 
 (Taught
 
 feveral Occafions. 
 
 53 
 
 (Taught by Experience,) to what End, 
 Or from what Source, thefe Myflick Raptures flow; 
 But pardon ! if too preffing I appear, 
 What you'd Conceal, I'd never wifh to hear. 
 
 On
 
 54 POEMS en 
 
 On Clarinda, 
 
 /^Larinda weeps ! the pearly Shower 
 
 Like that of Morning Dew defcends, 
 Whofe Chryftal Drops, the op'ning Flower, 
 From Noon Day's Scorching Heat defends. 
 
 Like her had NIOBE appear 'd, 
 When weeping Sol's vindictive Blow, 
 
 The God had Beauty's Power revcr'd, 
 Forgone his Rage, and broke his Bow. 
 
 But fee ! to Sorrow, Joy fucceeds, 
 And gilds with Smiles her lovely Face ! 
 
 Whilft Beauty's Canker, Grief recedes, 
 And every Charm refumes it's Place. 
 
 So
 
 fever al Occafiom. 5 5 
 
 So the bright God who rules the Day, 
 Retires at Ev'n from Mortals Sight -, 
 
 That the next Morn's returning Day, 
 May by Privation feem more bright. 
 
 4 On
 
 5 6 POEMS on 
 
 
 
 On a young Lady with a fine Voice, 
 
 S^\ Ceafe SzW^/tf / ceafe to Speak ! 
 Or humanize the Seraph Sound, 
 For Nature is by far too weak, 
 
 To bear the Soul dilTolving Y/ound. 
 
 In vain we ftrove t'avert the Ear, 
 Caught by the Magic of thy Tongue, 
 
 Spite of ourfelves compell'd to hear, 
 We wonder, love, and are Undone. 
 
 The
 
 fever al Occafic/ns. 5 7 
 
 The Sloe-Ey'd Maid. '" ? '* 
 A Paftoral. ''''"' /' 
 
 TW O Shepherd Swains one Evening drove 
 their Sheep, 
 
 To feed at Pleafure on a flow'ry Steep, 
 And wljilft they fate to watch their fleecy Care, 
 Each other to a tuneful Con ted dare, 
 The Theme, the Praifes of their favourite Fair : 
 'Twas youthful Colin iiril the Song efiay'd, 
 Who fair Eliza's Vaflal bow'd, 'twas faid, 
 .By Nymphs, and Shepherds call'd the Sloe-ey'd 
 
 Maid.^ 
 
 Colin. 
 
 To fpeak Elizas Worth th' Attempt how vain ! 
 How much furpafTmg every rural Strain ! 
 Yet will I not decline the pleafing Tafk, 
 
 Let her but fmile, 'tis all the Praife I afk ; 
 
 Tune-
 
 58 POEMS ov 
 
 Tunelefs my Pipe, and homely tho' my Strain, 
 I'll fmg my Charmer to the lift'ning Plain, 
 For could I ftrike fam'd Amphioris magic Lyre, 
 *Tis She alone my Numbers mould infpire ; 
 Then laugh ye Criticks ! Colin undifmay'd, 
 Shall iing the Beauties of his Sloe-ey'd Maid. 
 
 r : ^\ J, 
 
 Daphnis. 
 
 Me laughing Chloe wounds, a fprightly Fair \ 
 Who decks with frem Jonquills her Flaxen Hair ; 
 The lovely Wanton firfl fubdu'd my Heart, 
 The lafl Sheep-fhearing, when about to part, 
 In wanton Play me hid my Hazel Crook, 
 And frmTd to fee me for the Trifle look : 
 She's like a Goddefs by our Youths obey'd, 
 Nor boafls lefs Beauties than thy Sloe-ey'd Maid.
 
 feueral Qccafions. 59 
 
 Colin. 
 
 Fair is thy Cbloe, Daphnis ! all agree, 
 But outward Charms can never conquer me. 
 JLlizas Soul replete with every Grace, 
 Adds double Luftre to her lovely Face, 
 Tho' on her Cheek the dimpled Smile is feen, 
 Yet Prudence fpreads an Awe thro'oui her Mien j 
 In Life's each Act, to Virtue's Laws fubdu'd, 
 Free yet not light, tho' modeft not a Prude ; 
 All muft admire, none ever could upbraid 
 The faultlefs Conduct of my Sloe-ey'd Maid. 
 
 Daphnis. 
 
 My charming Fair loves me, and me alone, 
 Nor does me bluih the gentle Flame to own : 
 Nor Mifer-like will from her Daphnis keep, 
 The fragrant Treafures of her rofy Lip ; 
 Her Milk-white Hand is mine at will to kifs, 
 
 Nor does me coyly bar the balmy Blifs, 
 
 No
 
 60 POEMS on 
 
 No Frown her lovely Face does e'er invade, 
 So kind, fo gentle, is thy Sloe-ey'd Maid ? 
 
 Colin. 
 
 Daphnis thy Fate I own is fmooth and fair, 
 Bteft are thy Days, thy Moments happy are, 
 Whilft unconftrain'd at Pleafure thou may 'ft prove, 
 The blifsful Trifles of a real Love. 
 Not fuch my Lot ! tho' fair Eliza deigns 
 Tofmile complacent, on a Lover's Pains -, 
 Yet durft I not a Lover's Freedoms plead, 
 So ftridly virtuous is my Sloe-ey'd Maid. 
 
 Dapbnis. 
 
 No Pedant-Form my Cbloe's Paffion rules, 
 Scorn'd by the Wife, arid made alone for Fools ! 
 Like Heaven, her Blemngs me delights to fliare, 
 And kindly heals a Lover's anxious Care. 
 
 When
 
 fevtral Occafans. 6 1 
 
 When lafi I met her on the flow'ry Lawn, 
 Where all the Nymphs and Swains together drawn 
 
 The Harveft kept, this Riband, See ! 'tis 
 
 blue 
 
 
 Smiling fhe toft, there, Daphnis> that's for You 
 Wear it whilft Chloe to thy Flame is true. 
 Clofe to my Heart the precious Pledge I prefl, 
 And wear it ftill a Trophy on my Breaft. 
 Tho' Prudes may frown, and Libertines deride, 
 Chloe contemns them with a confcious Pride ; 
 No Cenfure meriting, of none afraid, 
 Kinder, yet biamelefs, as thy Sloe-ey'd Maid. 
 
 Colin. 
 
 As dancing at a Wake the other Day, 
 I faw Eliza fairer than the May, 
 Encourag'd by fome Kindnefs fhe exprefs'd, 
 In rapt'rous Energy her Lips I feiz'd, 
 And fondly flrove^to fteal a balmy Kifs, 
 When frowning, thus fhe dampt th' expe&ed Blifs, 
 
 Shepherd
 
 62 POEMS MI 
 
 Shepherd forbear ! thy Infolence give o'er, 
 Nor dare intrude where Virtue guards the Door \ 
 Thus fhe, abafh'd I hung my guilty Head, 
 Aw'd by the Prudence of my Sloe-ey'd Maid, 
 
 Daphnis. 
 
 Thou foolifh Swain ! and can'ft thou tamely bea'fy 
 To bow the Slave of fucH an haughty Fair. 
 Reject her Yoke, a kinder Nymph purfue, 
 Who ftil I prefer ves the pleaiing Art in View* 
 Believe me, Colin > there are none fo cold, 
 That long againft the am'rous Joy can hold; 
 Their fluttering Hearts and fparkling Eyes reply, 
 Tho' Modefty may bid their Tongues deny. 
 Then hafte to PhilKs, in yon Poplar Shade, 
 And in her Arms forget thy Sloe-ey'd Maidv 
 
 Colin.
 
 feveral Occafions. 63 
 
 Colin. 
 
 Ah Dapbnis, no ! too firm within my Heart 
 Her Image reigns thence never to depart : 
 Firft mall yon bubl'ing Fountain ceafe to flow, 
 To bleat our Lambkins, or our Herds to low, 
 In Spring's foft Garb be hoary Winter clad, 
 And Mays gay Month with Icicles look fad, 
 The feather'd Tenants quit their leafy Groves, 
 Forego their warbling, and forego their Loves, 
 Nature confus'd, in wild Diforder ftray, 
 1 he humid Weft glow with the rifing Day, 
 One Univerfal Change thro' all fucceed, 
 Ere Colin fhall forget his Sloe-ey'd Maid. 
 
 Dapbni*. 
 
 Forgive me, Shepherd ! if my Words offend, 
 Or wound the tender Bofom of my Friend : 
 Twas Love of thee firft urg'd to what I faid, 
 7 hen let that Love thy Daphnti Pardon plead ! 
 
 And
 
 64 POEMS on 
 
 And fee ! our Flocks have left the cooling Spring, 
 In yonder Bufh I hear the Blackbird fing, 
 *] he lengthened Shades proclaim retiring Day, 
 And warn the Shepherds and their Sheep away> 
 Damp fall the Dews, then homeward let us hafte > 
 And with foft Sleep repair the Labours paft. 
 Shepherd adieu ! may Heaven thy Wiihes fpeed, 
 And blefs young Colin with his Sloe-ey'd Maid. 
 
 To
 
 feveral Occafans. 65 
 
 To Eliza. 
 
 ! deareft of thy Kind ! 
 By whatfoever Name defign'd, 
 Now Arabel, or Chke now, 
 To thee was breath'd the fervent Vow : 
 For thee was tun'd each gentle Strain, 
 For thee fad Colin told his Pain, 
 When plaining Mira's cold Difdain. 
 T hen doubt no longer, lovely Fair ! 
 That thou art Colin s chiefeft Care. 
 No other Theme than you can pleafe, 
 Kb Smiles but thine can give him Eafe > 
 Nor deem unfitting, that my Mufe 
 Another Name than thine did ufe : 
 
 i 
 
 For
 
 66 POEMS' on 
 
 For thus their Phtebus, Poets call 
 
 By various Titles, yet do all 
 
 Agree the glorious God to own, 
 
 Prime Source of Light and Verfe, alone ; 
 
 His radiant Sifter too we fee, 
 
 Phtebe, Diana, Hecate, 
 
 Each Appellation given to {hew 
 
 Her Pow'r above, on Earth, below ; 
 
 Yet {till the Goddefs {nines as bright, 
 
 As glorious beams her Silver Light ; 
 
 Nay, oft one Sex's Name we find, . 
 
 Exprefs alike each diff'rent Kind ; 
 
 Yet who fo dull as not to prove 
 
 Your's only fram'd for Joy and Love. 
 
 But now enough for all Difguife ! 
 No longer I'll conceal the Prize, 
 
 Indulgent
 
 federal Qccafions* 67 
 
 Indulgent Fate and vou beftow, 
 Confirm'd your happy Poet now ! 
 Then take this Tribute ere I part, 
 This Tribute of a faithful Heart ; 
 And when to diftant Climates born/ 
 From whence I never may return, 
 Permit no facrilegious Breath 
 To blaft this Chaplet I bequeath j 
 This Chaplet Vow'd to Love and Thee, 
 Sweet Miitrefs of my Deftiny ! 
 And if the Gods permit once more, 
 Your Bard to view his Native Shore, 
 Of thee I'll fmg the livelong Day, 
 'Till lift'ning Nature catch the Lay, 
 And thro' her various Works refound, 
 Elizas Name, delightful Sound 1 
 
 F 2 Eliza'*
 
 68 POEMS on 
 
 Elizas Name in every Line, 
 Elizas Name, (hall deathlefs mine ! 
 And make my future Strains divine. 
 And when the fnarling Herd deride, 
 Eliza pleas'd ! mall be my Pride. 
 Eliza pleas'd ! my happy Plea, 
 And Envy's Self confounded flee. 
 
 A Can-
 
 feveral Qccafions. 69 
 
 A Cantata. 
 Taken from the Song of Solomon. 
 
 Rectfafivo. 
 TT was when from the Ocean's Azure Breaft, , 
 
 Difdaining Reft, 
 The World's Illuminator rofe, 
 
 Shook off Repofe, 
 
 And fally'd, clad in Light, from his bright Cham- 
 
 bers in the Eaft. 
 
 The greateft Monarch Earth e'er faw, 
 Unerring Guide in Wifdom's Law > 
 Urged by his mighty Love which knew no Bounds, 
 Impatient fought the Fair, 
 The Caufe of all his Care, 
 
 F 3 Thro'
 
 70 POEMS on. 
 
 Thro' all their wonted Haunts, but mourn'd her 
 
 ftill unfound ; 
 
 Till faint, and weary 'd, down he lay'd, 
 And thus, in Numbers foft, addreft the abfent Maid, 
 
 SONG. 
 
 Rife up my Love ! my Fair away ! 
 The Winter's paft, and all is gay j 
 Again the Silver Hawthorn blooms, 
 Again the Zephyr-fann'd Perfumes 
 With Fragrance fill the Meadows round, 
 And Daifies paint again the Ground. 
 
 The Linnet now in every Bufh, 
 
 The gaudy Goldfinch, with the Thrum 
 
 And tow'ring Lark, prepare their 1 hroats, 
 
 To chaunt their grateful Vernal Notes ; 
 
 My Soul grows fick of thy Delay, 
 
 O ! rife my Love ! and come away, 
 
 How
 
 fever al Occafans. 7 1 
 
 How wond'rous fair my Love does feem, 
 What radiant Beauties round her beam ! 
 How bright thou gentle Maid ! appear 
 1 by Eyes, Jefs bright the Ring-Doves are ! 
 Amidft the humble Shrubs below, 
 Lefs tall the ftately Cedars mew. 
 
 ! hide thee not my beft Belov'd ! 
 In rocky Caves, from Sight remov'd, 
 For lo ! (with balmy Spices fpread,) 
 
 1 hy Prefence waits my Verdant Bed, 
 I mourn ! I mourn ! thy long Delay, 
 
 1 hen hafte my Love ! my Fair ! away. 
 
 F 4 The
 
 72 
 
 POEMS on 
 
 The Power of Wine. 
 Another. 
 
 Recitative. 
 
 "[JREY to his Grief, and frantic with Defpair, 
 To Rocks, and Hills, young Damon told his 
 
 Care, 
 
 In Strains that' might havegrac'd the Orphean .Lyre, 
 Whilfl thus fye fung as Anguifh did infpire. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 Come thou gentle Cure of Grief ! 
 
 End of human Sorrows hafle ! 
 Give a lovefick Youth Relief 
 
 From a Life of Mis'ry paft ! 
 
 Stretch
 
 federal Qccajions. 73 
 
 Stretch me, where no chearful Light 
 
 E'er difpells the awful Gloom ! 
 Far remov'd from mortal Sight, 
 
 Let me fpend my Days to come. 
 
 Thither bring the baleful Yew, 
 
 There the Cyprefs Garland bind ! 
 
 What have I with Life to do ? 
 Cb/oe ! Chloe ! is unkind. 
 
 Recitativo. 
 When from the (hady Covert of the Wood, 
 
 Where he conceal'd had flood, 
 
 Forth ftept a venerable Seer 
 Bending beneath the Weight of many a Year, 
 Mgon his Name, who thus the Youth addreft, 
 And with foft Council, footh'd his tortur'd Breafl. 
 
 SONG.
 
 74 POEMS on. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 r. 
 
 No more, fond Shepherd ! grieve no more ! 
 Nor thus with fruitlefs Tears deplore, 
 "But mark what well-experienc'd Age, 
 Shall teach thy Sorrows to affuage j 
 
 Leave thy whining, 
 
 Sighing, pining, 
 To the weak enervate Soul, 
 
 Who ne'er can know, 
 
 The Joys that flow, 
 From the generous fparkling BowL 
 
 2. 
 
 See where rofy Bacchus courts thee I 
 Whilft amidft a thoufand Sports, he 
 Leads, (his wanton Train among,) 
 The mimic Dance, and mirthful Song j 
 
 Ceafe
 
 federal Occajions. 
 
 Ceafe then whining ! 
 
 Sighing, Pining, 
 Nor more at thy Fate repine ! 
 
 For Woes Charms, 
 
 And Love's Alarms, 
 JL,ofe all their Force, when fleep'd in Wine. 
 
 75 
 
 PORTER
 
 y 6 POEMS en 
 
 PORTER, a Song in Imitation of a 
 favourite One of the Count St. 
 Germain's. 
 
 1 wouldft thou know whit cogent Charms 
 Secure my Heart 'gainft Love's Alarms, 
 What kindly Juice the Gods decree, 
 To be the Liquor made for Me. 
 
 Whofe generous Tide to Social Mirth, 
 And friendly Union gives the Birth, 
 Whofe Nut brown Hue from Taint is free, 
 Such be the Liquor make for Me. 
 
 Which does the Heart of Cares beguile, 
 Which makes the Dungeon'd Wretch to fmile, 
 
 And
 
 federal Occafions. 77 
 
 And Sorrow's Face to fhine with Glee, 
 Such be the Liquor made for Me. 
 
 From hence ye Tavern Fops retire ! 
 Who Liquors only dear admire, 
 Your coftly Slops untafted be, 
 More genial Porters made for Me. 
 
 Mira,
 
 POEMS 'on 
 
 ra^ Another. 
 
 TV yT Y Mir a comes ! ye Swains /he's here, 
 
 Whofe Prefence glads the drooping Year, 
 In rural Notes her Pity move, 
 And ling the haplefs Colin 's Love. 
 
 But well the beauteous Charmer knows, 
 That Conquefts rife where'er me goes, 
 Then ceafe that Strain, and ftrike anew, 
 And tell her that he'll e'er be true. 
 
 Yet that is needlefs, for her Eyes 
 
 When once they make an Heart their Prize, 
 
 So mildly bind, fo fweetly chain 
 
 That Freedom's Self becomes a Pain. 
 
 Peace
 
 feveral Occafions. 79 
 
 Peace then, nor too officious /hew, 
 The Fair what flie muft quickly know, 
 My Looks, my Sighs, will plainly tell 
 That Colin loves, alas ! too well. 
 
 Clari/a
 
 So POEMS on 
 
 ; ffa, Another, 
 
 TT* Arewell ye green Banks, and cool Streams, 
 
 Where Strephon y the wanton, and gay 
 Was us'd, (e'er Affliction he knew) 
 In Sports for to revell all Day. 
 
 For now, fmce Clariffas Difdain 
 
 Has taught me to ligh and defpair, 
 No more have thofe Places a Charm, 
 
 To make them feem worthy my Care. 
 
 The Birds, that with Melody foft, 
 
 Fill each other Soul with Delight, 
 Seem grating and harm to my Ear, 
 
 And the Beauties of Day dark as Night. 
 
 If
 
 fever al Occafons. 8 1 
 
 If wand'ring fometimes o'er the Mead, 
 My Eye meets perchance with a Place, 
 
 Where Clariffa and I, have been wont 
 Slow Time with foft Dalliance to chace. 
 
 O'er my Face a pale Horror is fpread, 
 And my fault'ring Feet fcarce can move, 
 
 Ve Gods ! bid my Being to ceafe, 
 Or infpire Clariffa with Love. 
 
 Oh whither too credulous Fair ! 
 
 From & Swain fo lincere do'fl thou fly. 
 To liften to Damon s falfe Tale, 
 
 Who'll repay all thy Love with a Lye. 
 
 Are the numerous Herds he can boaft, 
 
 Incentives to follow his Fate ? 
 Oh turn thee ! of Love the moft pure, 
 
 A Stock I can boaft far more great. 
 
 G Come-
 
 8s POEMS on 
 
 Come hafte thee then back to a Swain, 
 Who dyes 'till thy wifh'd-for Return, 
 
 Thy Flock want thy provident Care, 
 
 And e'en 'Tray thy long Abfence does mourn. 
 
 What means this unufual Joy ? 
 
 All Nature revives with Delight ! 
 
 
 
 Clariffa returns, hence my Cares ! 
 I give Ye to Chaos and Night. 
 
 Woman
 
 fever at Occafions. 8 3 
 
 , Another. 
 
 In Imitation of a favourite Song, 
 fung by Mifs Norris^ in the 
 Chapkt. 
 
 "T TAin is ev'ry fond Endeavour, 
 To conceal the Lover's Pain, 
 For our Eyes betray us ever, 
 
 When we leail fufpect they mean. 
 
 When the dear Enchantrefs' near us, 
 
 In the Pride of blooming Youth, 
 Rebel Sighs, that 'flruggling tear us, 
 
 Speak too plain ! the Heartfelt Truth. 
 
 G 2 Man,
 
 84 POEMS on 
 
 Man, the boafted Lord of Reafon, 
 Vainly hopes to fhun the Toil, 
 
 And repenting, foon his Treafon, 
 Meets his Ruin in a Smile. 
 
 Soon will Freedom's tranfient Treafure, 
 Fleeting, damp the Joys it gave, 
 
 Woman 's form'd to reign at Pleafure, 
 Lordly Man to be her Stave.
 
 fever al Occafions. 85 
 
 Arabell^ Another. 
 
 Olfters of unerring Fate 
 
 Gentle Parc<z ! deign to tell, 
 When will ceafe the caufelefs Hate 
 Of the Cruel Arabell ? 
 
 See ! Propitious to my Pray'rsr, 
 
 They unfold the myftick Roll, 
 Whence this lighing, whence thefe Tears, 
 
 O my too prophetic Soul ! 
 
 Mortal! thus thy Fate decrees, 
 Vainly thou efTay'ft to pleafe, 
 Vainly do'ft thou weep and fue, 
 Tho' thy Love's fmcere and true, 
 Arabell can ne'er be thine, 
 
 Thus decrees the Roll divine. 
 
 G 3 The
 
 86 POEMS on 
 
 The Art of Courtftiip, Another, 
 
 TT THen Chloris fees her Strepbon nigh, 
 
 With cringing Bow, and bended Eye, 
 The Suppliant Wretch a Fool appears, 
 And Laughter pays him for his Tears. 
 
 But if with free and dauntlefs Air, 
 The Sprightly Youth aiTails the Fair, 
 Her Breaft will Sympathetic burn, 
 And own Love's Influence in it's turn. 
 
 Let then, ye Swains ! Experience teach, 
 Nor longer whiningly befeech, 
 But vigr'oufly the Nymph aflail, 
 Secure that this will neves fail 
 
 The
 
 fever a I Occafions, Sj 
 
 ~\7" 
 
 - 
 
 The Conftant, Another. 
 
 Swains who from Beauty to Beauty ftill range, 
 
 And are fond of each empty Pretence to a 
 
 Change, 
 
 Ah ! did ye but know the dear Charmer I love, 
 You'd fwear 'twas the greatefl of Slav'ry's to rove. 
 
 Is the Bloom of a Face what yourFancys require ? 
 Then look on my Fair and fee what you defire ! 
 Or do you prefer the bright Charms of your Mind ? 
 In her Soul all that's noble and vertuous you'll find. 
 
 Will Softnefs delight you ? lefs gentle the Dove 
 When it cooing replies to the Coo of it's Love, 
 Or are you more pleas'd with a grandeur of Mien ?. 
 Then Pallas Image in Mir a is feen. 
 
 G 4 When
 
 88 POEMS en 
 
 When bury'd in Care, or defpojiding with Grief, 
 Do you figh for foft Harmony's gentle Relief ? 
 In the Charms of her Voice every Care is forgot, 
 While the Heart bounds with Rapture and pants to 
 
 each Note. 
 
 Such fuch is ye Rovers ! ' the Nymph I adore, 
 Poflefs'd of each BlerTmg, what can I have more ? 
 Say then, do you wonder if Conjlant I prove 
 When I find 'tis the greatefl of Slav'ry's to rove ? 
 
 The
 
 federal Occafions. 89 
 
 The contented Heart, Another. 
 
 T\ yT Y Heart ! my Heart ! my wand'ring Heart! 
 
 Where fo idly dos't thou ftray ? 
 In whatfoever Place thou art 
 
 Gome thou Wand'rer come away. 
 
 My idle Heart thus anfwer'd me, 
 Ceafe this needlefs Search and Toil ! 
 
 What groundlefs Fear perplexes thee ? 
 I'm with Chhe all this while ! 
 
 Farewell ! farewell ! if there thou art, 
 
 For ever thou art dead to me ! 
 And now, thou foolifo wand'ring Heart 1 
 
 Thou haft loft thy Liberty.
 
 go 
 
 POEMS on 
 
 If fa, with Joy my Chain I'll wear, 
 Nor wifh again for to be free, 
 
 J'd rather (fhe's fo kind !) I fwear, 
 Dye with her, than live with thee, 
 
 Eliza,
 
 federal Occafions. 91 
 
 za^ Another. 
 
 .a <v"ao ?IJ 
 'jfUrelia faireft on the Plains ! 
 
 Made every Heart her own, 
 Fill'd every Breaft with lafting Pains, 
 But Quiet gave to none. 
 
 Long had the haughty Vidrefs reign'd, 
 
 Supreme o'er Beauty's Realm, 
 When a gay Youth, who Love disdain'd 
 
 Depos'd her from the Helm. 
 
 On him She fix'd her killing Eye, 
 
 And thought her Prize fecure, 
 But ah ! too long Security, 
 
 Had made the Nymph too fure. 
 
 Amidfl
 
 92 POEMS on , 
 
 Amidft the various Arts me try'd, 
 
 Th' effcntial fhe forgot, 
 Thus, whilft ten Thoufand others dy'd, 
 
 He only, Eowed not. 
 
 Twas not a Smile, or jaunty Air, 
 
 That could his Heart o'ercomc, 
 Her only he accounted Fair, 
 
 Who glow'd with Virtues Bloom. 
 
 Enrag T d her baffl'd Schemes me faw, 
 
 Nor could her Rage contain, 
 That me who gave all others Law, 
 
 Herfelf mould wear a Chain. 
 
 Abam'd, o r ercome, me left her Throne, 
 
 And fled the flowery Mead, 
 The Shepherds then agreed to Crown, 
 
 Eliza in her Stead. 
 
 And
 
 fever al Occafans. 
 
 And now, the milder Emprefs reigns, 
 By Nymphs and Swains carefs'd, 
 
 Unrivall'd Miftrefs of the Plains, 
 Admir'd, obey'd and bleft, . 
 
 93 
 
 Tbyrfa
 
 94 POEMS on 
 
 
 Y 
 
 *fhyrfis and Chloe, Another. 
 
 ' 
 
 Oung Tbyrfis the Sprightly, lov'd Cbloe the fair. 
 
 But lov'd with Difcretion not figh'd in Def- 
 
 pair, 
 
 He knew me was Handfome, acknowledged her fo 3 
 But had fworn that a Slave to no Female he'd bow. 
 
 Declare my Dear Cbloe ! Undaunted he cry'd, 
 May 'Tbyrjis e'er hope for to make you his Bride, 
 With Raptures unfeigned, my Bofom does glow, 
 But I've Sworn that a Slave to no Female I'd bow. 
 
 Difcard then th' Affeded difdain of your Sex, 
 An Art, which at bed, does but ferve to perplex, 
 And fay, can you love me ? if not : be it fo \ 
 For I'l fwear that a Slave to no Female I'l Bow. 
 
 The
 
 feveral Occafiom. 95 
 
 The Nymph red'ned deep at his homefpun Addrefs, 
 Nor the leaft, for her Part ! at his meaning could 
 
 guefs, 
 
 What to her his Refolves pray ? or whether or no, 
 He had fworn that a Slave to no Female he'd bow. 
 
 But feeing the Shepherd about to depart, 
 
 She felt Love in a Kifs gently fleal to her Heart, 
 
 And Trembling all o'er could fcarce frammer out 
 
 No, 
 
 To the Youth, who a Slave to no Female would bow. 
 
 Young Tbyrjls who knew each Detour of the Fair, 
 Led on to the Church, her Confufion to fpare, 
 Where in Hymens foft Chains they were fettered and 
 
 now, 
 
 The mutual Slaves of each other they bow. 
 
 The
 
 POEMS on 
 
 The flighted Maid, Another, 
 
 T TNdone by ill requited Love, 
 
 And bafe Ingratitude, 
 The Pangs of fell Defpair I prove, 
 Than Winters Breath more rude. 
 
 How canft thou Oh ! ungentle Youth, 
 
 Thus cruelly Defpife 
 A Heart which pants with fpotlefs Truth, 
 
 Thy fatal Beauty's Prize. 
 
 Am I to blame, if when I view, 
 
 Sofs bright Meridan Ray, 
 Warm'd by his Beams, (as Others do r ) 
 
 I love the genial Day, 
 
 Forbear
 
 federal Occafans. 97 
 
 Forbear then longer to conceal, 
 From my expecting Eyes, 
 
 Thy Beauties with] Indifference, Veil, 
 Or lo ! thy Vidtim Dies. 
 
 Refume thofe foft endearing Charms, 
 Which erft around thee glow'd, 
 
 And tafte in my encircling Arms, 
 The Joy, of Joy beftow'd. 
 
 H A prink-
 
 98 POEMS on 
 
 A Drinking Song. 
 
 
 
 Reat Bacchus Patron of the Vine, 
 
 Infpire thy Votrie's Lay, 
 Whilft thus to thee in generous Wine, 
 We due Libation pay. 
 
 HT 
 
 By Wine the drooping Spirits chear'd, 
 
 Confefs the potent Good, 
 And Wit thro' every Clime rever'd, 
 
 Sprang from its rofey Flood, 
 
 Wines generous tide to Social Mirth, 
 
 Invites the friendly Round, 
 And gives the pleating Union' Birth, 
 
 Where no DilTention's found. 
 
 The 
 
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 fever al Occafans* 99 
 
 The Youth who bends to fome proud Fair, 
 
 Elate with Beauty's pride, 
 By wine infpir'd can boldly dare, 
 
 Norbngerbe deny'd. 
 
 The lovely Miftrefs of his Fate, 
 
 More pliant made by thee, 
 Foregoes her borrow'd Pomp and State, 
 
 And Loves again with Glee. 
 
 The Slave amidft his Whips and Chains, 
 
 Defies the Tyrant's Power. 
 And ftrong in Wine forgets his Pains, 
 
 To tails the genial Hour. 
 
 Thus in Life's each Purfuit to thee, 
 
 The wim'd Succefs we owe, 
 Wit, Friendship, Love and Liberty, 
 
 Thou doft alike bellow. 
 
 H 2 ODEg
 
 ioo POEMS on 
 
 Odes of HORACE tranflated 
 Ode IV. Book I. 
 To Lucius Sextus. 
 
 Sohitur acrh Hyems, & 
 
 O W from the Winter's dreary Chain, 
 
 With glad Viciffitude, the Spring 
 And mild Favonius free the Plain, 
 Again to Sea with huge Machines 
 The \zid-up Ships we bring. 
 
 No more the bleating Flocks delight 
 Within the narrow Pens to lie, 
 The Hind forfakes his Fire's clear Light, 
 Nor more our Fields with hoary Froft 
 AlTume a filver Dye. 
 
 Now
 
 feveral Occafions. i o i 
 
 Now Venus> with her youthful Band, 
 
 (Whilft overhead the Queen of Night 
 Refulgent mines ;) dance Hand in Hand, 
 With whom in equal Meafure join 
 The Nymphs, and Graces bright. 
 
 Whilft fiery Vulcan heats again 
 
 The horrid Cyclops flaming Stoves ! 
 With Myrtles now it joys the Swain, 
 His frem-trimm'd Locks to deck, or Flow'rs 
 From the new-teeming Groves. 
 
 Or at the flated Time, to lead 
 
 Within the Foreft's dark Recefs, 
 A firftling Lamb, or tender Kid, 
 To immolate at Faunu? Rites, 
 For the young Flock's Succefs. 
 
 H 3 Pak
 
 IO2 POEMS on 
 
 Pale Death, ftrikeswith an equal Blow, 
 
 The Monarch's Throne, and Beggar's Cot, 
 And lays the flately Palace low, 
 The facred Refidence of Kings ! 
 In common with the Hut. 
 
 The little Spot affign'd, my Friend ! 
 
 To human Life, by Heaven's Decree, 
 Forbids us vainly to extend, 
 Our Hopes beyond the narrow Verge, 
 Of frail Mortality ! 
 
 For foon thou'llt fink to endlefs Night, 
 And Pluto $ dark Domain explore j 
 Where Manes dwell, as Poets write, 
 Nor there, by mirthful Lots be chofe, 
 The Banquet's CJiieftain more. 
 
 Nor
 
 fever al Occafans. 
 
 103 
 
 Nor Lycldas will as before, 
 
 With Beauties charm thy gazing Eye. 
 Sweet Boy ! whom now the Youths adore, 
 For whom when ripen'd into Man 
 Each Virgin too will die. 
 
 Ode
 
 104 POEMS on 
 
 Ode XXIII. of the fame Book. 
 To Chloe. 
 
 Vitas hlnnnleo me 
 
 HL O E ! why thus with falfe Alarms, 
 
 And ncedlefs Fears, do'fl fly my Arms ? 
 Swifter than does the tim'rous Hind, 
 O'er craggy Rocks, it's Dam to find, 
 Whom every Bough, and every Spray, 
 That cafb a Shade, or thwarts its Way, 
 Or whifpers with the fanning Air 
 Leaves panting, and hajf dead with Fear. 
 To court, not harm thee, I purfue, 
 As Wolves, or hungry Lyons do. 
 Nor Wolf, nor hungry Lyon T ! 
 tTis Love my dear ! 'tis Love, you fly. 
 
 Then
 
 federal Occafiom. 
 
 Then fummon Reafon to thy Aid, 
 And foon, my pretty fkittifh Maid ! J 
 Cqnfcious that you are now too old. 
 By Mama's Pow'r to be controul'd, 
 You'll fpurn the Rod, forfake her Side 
 Be ften, be lov-'d, and made a Bride. 
 
 Ode
 
 106 POEMS on 
 
 Ode XXX. of the fame Book. 
 To J^enus. 
 
 Venus ! Rcghia Cnidi y &c. 
 
 /T NID IAN Goddefs ! Paphian Queen ! 
 
 Leave the rauch-lov'd Cyprian Scene, 
 Venus ! hafte to yonder Grove, 
 By Gfycera rais'd to thee and Love, 
 Oil the Altar there Ihe lays, 
 Myrrh to feed the grateful Blaze, 
 And invokes with many a Pray'r, 
 T% celeftial Prefence there ; 
 With thee lead thy blooming Boy, 
 Beauty's Offspring I Child of Joy ! 
 Thither let the Graces hafte, 
 With flowing Hair,, and Zone unbrac'd,. 
 
 Nor
 
 feveral Occafans. 107 
 
 Nor let the Nymphs be left behind, 
 Nor Youth, to Lovers ever kind, 
 (Yet cold and taftelefs without thee) 
 Nor Soul-perfuafive Orat'ry. 
 
 Ode
 
 jo8 POEMS on 
 
 Ode II. Book II. 
 
 To C. Salluftius Crifpus. 
 
 On the Contempt of Riches. 
 
 Nullus argento Color ^ 6f 
 
 N 
 
 O Splendour has the golden Vein 
 
 O Sallu/l Crifpus ! in itfelf, 
 Juftly thou therefore may 'ft difdain, 
 The meanly Earth-embowell'd Pelf 3 
 If not apply 'd aright. 
 
 Long will great Proculehts crown'd 
 
 With happy Age prolong his Years, 
 For his fraternal Love renown'd ; 
 Him, Fame immortal, tow'ring bears 
 On her ne'er drooping Wing., 
 
 More
 
 feveral Occafiohs. 109 
 
 More glorious will thy Triumph be 
 A Soul ambitious to fubdue, 
 Than if the Libyan Shore, we fee 
 To diftant Gades brought, by thee,y orl 
 And either Carthage join'd. 
 
 The Wretch, whom wat'ry Dropfies fill, 
 
 Ne'er within Bounds confines his Thirfb, 
 Till the dire Caufe of all his 111, 
 From forth the turgid VeiTels burft, 
 And free th' emaciate Corps. 
 
 Vhraates to great Cyrus' Throne 
 
 Reftor'd, the People happy deem j 
 
 But Virtue don't the Title own, 
 
 By whom were taught how falfe a Name, 
 
 The giddy Crowd confer. 
 
 - 
 
 That
 
 no POEMS on 
 
 That Empire and the Diadem, 
 Or Lawrel, can fecurely crown 
 1 he worthy Brow alone of them, 
 Who with indifferent Eyes look down 
 On Heaps accumulate. 
 
 Ode
 
 federal Occafiom. 1 1 1 
 
 Ode III. of the fame Book 
 
 To Delius. 
 
 . 
 
 JEquam memento fervart > 
 
 H R O' ail the adverfe Turns of Fate, ^ 
 
 Remember, Delius ! to maintaia 
 An equal Mind j nor if thou'rt great, 
 Be proud, or infolently vain. 
 Obnoxious Hill to Death, 
 
 
 Whether to dreary Grief a Prey, 
 
 In Tears thou wear'il away thy Life, 
 Or in fome Grove remote, the Day 
 Do'ft fpend in Feafts, and mirthful Strife, 
 Quaffing choice Fakrn Wines. 
 
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 Where
 
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 Where the tall Pine^ and Poplar white,' 
 In am'rous Union blend their Boughs, 
 And with their friendly Shade delight, 
 Whilft a clear Rill, meandring flows, 
 In Murmurs by thy Side. 
 
 Hafle then, my Friend ! arid bid them bring 
 The choice Perfumes, and chearing \V"inesy 
 And the gay Rofe, fweet Child of Spring 1 
 Whilft yet thy Thread the P arete twine, 
 And Time and Youth permit. 
 
 For foon thy Houfe and coftly Woods, 
 Thou to another muft refign, 
 And V'illa> wam'd by Tyler % Floods,- 
 And all this heap'd-up Wealth of thine 
 To Joy a future Heir.. 
 
 Art
 
 fevZral Occafans. 113 
 
 Art Rich ? or do'ft thou owe thy Rife 
 
 To great Inachus ? antient Name ! 
 
 f~\ 
 Or ly'ft beneath inclement Skies 
 
 Of Lineage mean ! 'tis all the fame ! 
 No Victim Orcus fpares. 
 
 To the fame common End all move, 
 The Urn is turn'd, and foon or late 
 The Lot will rife, and we mall prove 
 Eternal Exile for our Fate, 
 And the Boat waft us o'er.
 
 H4 POEMS on 
 
 Ode XVI. of the fame Book. 
 The Charms of Eafe. 
 
 Qtium Divos rogat, Gfc. 
 
 AUGHT in the wide Mgean Main, 
 When fable Clouds obfcure the Moon, 
 And not one kindly Star is feen, 
 Retirement ! is the wifh'd for Boon, 
 The Pilot aiks the Gods. 
 
 The warlike Thracian fues for Eafe, 
 
 Tho' crown'd with Laurels from the Fight, 
 Nor can his gaudy Quiver pleafe 
 The Parthian, (terrible in Flight ! ) 
 If Quiet is dcny'd. 
 
 Quiet I
 
 federal Qccafions. , 
 
 Quiet ! which neither Gems can buy, 
 
 Nor Chefts of hoarded Gold procure, 
 J Tis not the Royal Tynan Dye, 
 Nor Dignity, nor Wealth, enfure 
 This Bleffing to the Mind. 
 
 In vain officious Lictors wait 
 
 To clear the purpled Conful's Way, 
 Cares ! which ftill hover round the Great, 
 Force on with a refifllefs Sway, 
 And charge his inmoft Soul. 
 
 Pleas 'd with a little, lives the Swain, 
 
 Whofe Board the fame plain Veflels grace 
 As did his Sires ; exempt from Pain, 
 Sleep in his Eye frill finds a Place, 
 By no rude Care difturb'd. 
 
 I 2 Why
 
 ii 6< POEMS on 
 
 . 
 
 Why thus, within the narrow Lot 
 
 Affign'd to Life by Nature's Law, 
 
 Do we, as tho' we had forgot 
 
 Our Doom, fond Schemes attempt to draw 
 
 Of vaft Eternity ? 
 
 Why do we thus, with reftlefs Change, 
 Nations as yet unknown explore, 
 Why thus, thro' various Climates range, 
 Eager to tread the diftant Shore, 
 Warm'd by another Sun ? 
 
 For does the wretched Exul leave 
 
 The Sorrow-wounded Soul behind ? 
 Ah no ! we there ourfelves deceive,. 
 For in the Defarts, ftill we find 
 The Paffions reign fupreme. 
 
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 The
 
 fever al Qccafions. 117 
 
 The brazen-fenced Veffel's Prow 
 
 They climb, and fwifter than the Hind, 
 Or nimble Steed, away they go ! 
 Or than the Clouds before the Wind, 
 To feize their deflin'd Prey. 
 
 The Man who's eafy in his Mind, 
 
 Enjoys the prefent Hour that fmiles, 
 Nor anxious for what's left behind, 
 With Mirth he every Care beguiles. 
 No Mans comfleatly bleft ! 
 
 For in the midft of all his Pride, 
 A Victim to remorfelefs Fate 
 Achilles fell ; and tho' a Bride 
 Celeftial, Titbm boafls, a Weight 
 Of helplefs Age he mourns. 
 
 I 3 So
 
 n8 POEMS on 
 
 So the fame Fate perhaps to thee 
 
 May foon a dreadful Summons fend. 
 Which a long Term of Years to me, 
 By it's all-ruling Power may lend, 
 To lengthen out my Date. 
 
 To thee, indulgent Fortune yields, 
 
 Of Flocks and Herds, a num'rous Store, 
 The Flow'r of fair Sicilian Fields ! 
 By well-train'd Steeds thy Car is bore, 
 Ihy Limbs in Purple clad. 
 
 Nor has fhe me regardlefs paft, 
 
 A little Spot of Ground me gave> 
 In Poetry a middling Tafte, 
 Thefe Bleffings I from Fortune have, 
 And to contemn the Croud. 
 
 Ode
 
 feveral Occafions. 119 
 
 Ode IX Book III Imitated. 
 The Am'rous Quarrel. 
 
 Donee eram gratus, &c. 
 
 Damon, 
 
 TT THen Chloe ! I belov'dby thee, 
 
 Reclin'd at Eafe upon thy Bread, 
 E'en Monarchs were but mean to me, 
 No Mortals e'er was half fo bleft ! 
 
 Cbloe. 
 
 And Damon when thy Heart fincere, 
 Did wear no other Chain than mine, 
 
 Then He/ens Charms unenvy'd were, 
 Nor lefs than her did Chloe fhine. 
 
 I 4 Damm
 
 I2O POEMS on 
 
 Damon. 
 
 But now the lovely Pbillis reigns 
 
 Unrivall'd Miftrefs of my Heart ! 
 With Joy I wear her milder Chains, 
 
 Well fkill'd in every pleafmg Art. 
 
 Cbkt. 
 
 Nor lefs Alexis lovely Boy ! 
 
 Endow'd with every manly Grace, V 
 
 Does fill my fluttering Heart with Joy, 
 
 When lock'd within his foft Embrace. 
 , 
 
 Damon. 
 
 For her a thoufand Deaths I'd die, 
 
 How happy ! if that Sacrifice 
 
 } 
 flight from the Fates a Refpite buy, 
 
 And fave a Life Ifo much prize. 
 
 Cbke.
 
 federal Occafans. 121 
 
 Chke. 
 From Harms my much lov'd Youth to free, 
 
 With Joy ten thoufand Deaths I'd prove, 
 For what has Life in Store for me, 
 
 Depriv'd of him I fo much love. 
 
 Damon. 
 
 But what, if former Love return, 
 
 And breaking wanton Phi His Chain, 
 For thee jagain fhould Damon burn, 
 To Cbloe fue for Love again ? 
 
 Chke. 
 
 Then, tho' more fair than Noon-day Light 
 
 Alexis is, and thou than Air 
 More fleeting, his fond Love I'd flight, 
 
 And you alone my Heart fliould mare. 
 
 Yes
 
 122 
 
 POEMS on 
 
 Yes Shepherd ! fhould you conftant prove, 
 And burn with equal Flame as I, 
 
 Contented in my Damons Love, 
 
 With thee I'd live ! with thee I'd dye. 
 
 Ode
 
 federal Occafions. 123 
 
 Ode II of the Epodes, 
 Jn Praife of a Country Life. 
 
 Beatus i/le qui procul, &c. 
 
 T TAppy the Man ! from bufy Cares who free, 
 
 And the bafe Arts of fordid Ufury, 
 Does like the antient Race of Mortals live, 
 Contented with what Heaven and Nature give, 
 The little Spot of Ground which was his Sire's, 
 With his own Steers he tills, nor more requires, 
 Him, nor the Trumpet's noify Din alarms, 
 Nor Neptune s hoftile Flood, nor bloody Arms ; 
 Carefull he ihuns the Forums noify round, 
 Studious of Eafej nor is he ever found 
 A cringing Suitor at a great Man's Gate, 
 But bufy'd ftill in Cares that fuit his State, 
 
 Round
 
 124 
 
 For MS on 
 
 pics, I 
 
 lies, 
 
 applies. J 
 
 Round the tall Poplars friendly Height he twines 
 The fpreading Tendrils of the leafy Vines, 
 And if an ufelefs faplefs Branch he fpies, 
 His crooked Knife a longer Stay denies, 
 And a more fertile Graft it's Place {uppli 
 Or pleas'd he views his lowing Cattle feed 
 In the low Vale, or crop the flow'ry Mead j 
 Or from die yellow Comb extracts with Glee, 
 The grateful Labours of the bufy Bee. 
 Which freed from drofs, he carefully fets by 
 In cleanly Jars, a future Feaft's Supply ; 
 Or from their fleecy Load his Flocks he frees, 
 At once his Profit, and his Lambkin's Eafe. 
 And when Autumnus^ fliedding Plenty round, 
 Rears his fair Head, with fragrant Apples crown'd, 
 The choiceft Pears his Garden boafts he culls, 
 Or the ripe Grapes in purple Clutters pulls, 
 
 Which
 
 feveral OccafioHs. 125 
 
 Which to thce Fannus \ thee Syhanus ! too, 
 (His Bound'ries Guardians,) he prefents as due. 
 
 Now at his Eafe, beneath his Orchard's Shade, 
 On the fmooth Lawn his weary'd Limbs are laid. 
 Amidft the Boughs the tuneful Woodland 1 hrong 
 In artlefs Numbers urge the Sylvan Song; 
 Whilft from a neighb'ring Hill in Cadence fwcct, 
 A cooling Stream falls bubbling at his Feet, 
 Or by his Side a murm'ring Riv'let flows, 
 A foft Incentive to a calm Repofe. 
 And now mould wintry Jove defcend in Rain, 
 Or fpread his fnowy Mantle o'er the Plain, 
 With merry Notes he leads the full mouth'd Pack, 
 On the fierce Boar, and drives him headlong back, 
 Where artful Gins entrap him as he flies, 
 And 7 midft the Toils th' entangled Savage dies. 
 
 For
 
 126 POEMS on V 
 
 For the rapacious Thrujh, he fpreads his Snare, 
 The trav'ling Crane, or for the timid Hare, 
 Which with a pleafant Profit pay his Care. 
 Who that is not a Foe profefs'd to Eafe, 
 For Gain would barter fuch Delights as thefe ? 
 
 But fhould (with double Blifs to crown his Life,) 
 The Gods beftow fome chafte and modeft Wife, 
 Such as of Old from fam'd Sabina came, 
 Or the Jlpuleian Sun-burnt fwarthy Dame; 
 She in the Houfe her willing Share fupplies 
 Of Toil, ftill watchful to his' Children's Cries ; 
 Anon in Heaps, the gather'd Sticks me lays, 
 And on the Hearth excites the chearful Blaze, 
 'Gainft her good Man comes weary from the Chace.. 
 Or (eas'd their ftrutting Dugs,) the tender Flocks 
 Safe in the Fold to fpare his Labour, locks. 
 
 the*
 
 federal Occafions. 127 
 
 Then to prepare the homely Supper haftes, 
 Where frugal Plenty reigns, not rich Repafls. 
 With new prefs'd Wines me crowns the decent 
 
 Board, 
 
 In Maple Cups, the whiteft of her Hoard ; 
 On me would Heaven beftow Delights like thefe, 
 Me, nor the Lucrine Oyfters more would pleafe, 
 Nor all the Dainties of the rifled Seas t 
 Untouch'd the Carp., the Burbot might remain, 
 Nor Turkeys more be at my Table feen. 
 Nor lufcious Ortolans, nor all the Wafte, 
 That Luxury invents t'abufe our Tafte. 
 
 'Midft the Repaft, what Pleafure would it be ! 
 f>tretch'd at my Eafe, my well fed Flocks to fee,. 
 Homewards returning, while with Neck reclin'd 
 The weary Ox, clofing the Rear behind, 
 Slow o'er the Furrow, drags the clotted Plow 
 ReveiVdj his daily Labour finifh'd now. 
 '- Or
 
 1 28 POEMS on 
 
 Or to review my Slaves, an healthy Band,- 
 In decent Order round the Lares fland, 
 With each his wholibme Luncheon in his Hand- 
 Thus fpake the Ufurer Alphius, with an Air 
 Demurely grave, and feemingly fincere, 
 Charm'd with the Pleafures of a rural Life 
 He means, good Man ! to fhun all Worldly Strife, 
 And with an Air of Truth to grace the Lye, 
 Calls in large Sums plac'd out at Ufury, 
 The Month before, with the devout Intent, 
 To place them out the next at Cent per Cent* 
 
 Ode
 
 federal Occafans. 129 
 
 Ode XV. of the Epodes, imitated. 
 The Inconftant. 
 
 Nox erat ? cah t &c. 
 
 V I ^Was Noon of Night, and all around was hum, 
 Mute was the warbling Tenant of each Buih, 
 And high enthroned in the Azure Plain, 
 Bright Cynthia fhone, amidft her Starry Train. 
 When in my Arms the fair Calijla lay, 
 DifTolv'd in Love, and loft with am'rous Play, 
 And while a Refpit from our Joys we took, 
 Thus, the too fair, the falfe Enchantrefs fpoke, 
 Witnefs ye Gods ! me cry'd, (and fearlefs fwore 
 The perjur'd Fair by thofe whom all adore) 
 Witnefs thou radiant Queen of Night ! me cry'd, 
 No other e'er mall call Calijla Bride. 
 
 K No
 
 130 POEMS on 
 
 No other Image in my conftant Heart, 
 Save thine Alexis! fhall pofiefs a part, 
 Whilft urg'd by wintry Boreas loudly roar, 
 The darning Waves upon the rocky Shore, 
 Whilft thro' the Fold, the hungry Wolf fhall roam, 
 In fearch of Dainties he's deny'd at Home, 
 Whilft Earth, Air, Sea, and Sky remain the fame, 
 So long for thee mall burn my fpotlefs Flame. 
 
 Thus the fair Syren / while upon her Tongue 
 Where more than heaven-enchanting Accents hung, 
 I dwelt enamour'd, drank large Draughts of Love, 
 And thought, fond Shepherd ! no Reverfe to prove, 
 Thought the fame Halcyon Days would ever laft, 
 And fram'd the Future, equal to the Part. 
 But ah ! too foon, by fad Experience, I 
 Learnt all was WOMAN, all was Fallacy ; 
 
 Scarce
 
 feveral ceo/ions . 131 
 
 Scarce on our Lips had cool'd the parting Kifs, 
 The am'rous Seal, that promis'd future Blifs, 
 When the gay Damon revell'd in her Arms, 
 Drank all her Sweets, and rifled all her Charms. 
 
 But know thou happy Swain ! where'er thou art, 
 Tho' now thou triumph'ft o'er my broken Heart, 
 Soon thou wilt prove the fame difaftrous Fate, 
 With all who on the falfe Califta wait, 
 Thrown from the height of Bin's to black Defpair, 
 Soon thou wilt curfe with me this faithlefs Fair, 
 Then in my Turn mall I exult again, 
 And fw eet Revenge fhall lighten every Pain. 
 
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 132 POEMS on 
 
 W 
 
 A New Year's Ode. 
 Infcribed to a Friend. 
 
 HILST all my Friend ! their annual Tri- 
 
 bute pay 
 
 And ufher in with Gifts the New-Year s 
 
 Whilft Phtzbus Sons do each their Quota bring 
 And fome for Fame, and fome for Lucre fing, 
 Tho' I far diftant in the Courfe am left, 
 Alike of Fortune, and of Verfe bereft j 
 Tho' I no fplendid OfFrings can beftow, 
 Or bid harmonious Numbers fweetly flow, 
 Shall I for that forego the votive Strain, 
 Or quit inglorious the Poetic Plain ? 
 No ! with the reft my willing Mite I'll pay, 
 And for the Poet's, tune the friendly Lay -, 
 
 Nor
 
 fever a! Occa/ions. 133 
 
 Nor thou, LORENZO ! in fome Hour unfraught 
 With better Bus'nefs, or with better Thought, 
 Shalt fcorn the Strain j but with a candid Eye, 
 In Friendfhip's Mirrour each Default efpy ; 
 Here not the Critic, but the Friend's requir'd, 
 Thy Tafte correcting, what thy Love infpir'd. 
 
 How fhall the Mufe perform her votive Tafk, 
 Or what for thee, to fpeak her Friendfhip, afk ? 
 Shall fhe a length of Years, LORENZO ! wifh ? 
 Or countlefs Wealth for thee of Heaven befeech ? 
 Shall Vows of fplendid Greatnefs fill her Pray'r, 
 Greatnefs ! the Parent ftill of endlefs Care ? 
 Juftly might'ft thou the venial Song contemn, 
 Where more the Flatt'rer than the Friend is feen j 
 For neither Greatnefs, Riches, Length of Years, 
 Or Life itfelf a firm Duration bears, 
 
 K 3 But
 
 134 POEMS on 
 
 But at all-pow'rful Death's compulfive Call, 
 At once muft with their lordly Owners fall ; 
 Since then thefe tranfient Bleffings fwiftly fly, 
 Shrink from the Grafp, or in th' Employment dye. 
 What in the Mufe's Pow'r is left to do, 
 Or what LORENZO fhall fhe afk for you ? 
 
 Contentment be the Boon ! 
 
 Content ! which neither Greatnefs can procure, 
 Nor Length of Years, nor hoarded Wealth fecure, 
 Nor raging Seas, nor boundlefs Oceans croft 
 Can render back this Treafure when 'tis loft. 
 But where does true Contentment hidden lye, 
 In what far Clime, beneath what diftant Skyc ! 
 In your own Breaft, my Friend, the Jewel lies, 
 And Virtue points thee out the glorious Prize. 
 Loudly fhe calls thee with a Seraph's Voice, 
 And bids thee in thy Labours crown'd rejoice. 
 
 Then
 
 fever al Occaftons. 135 
 
 Then lift to her from whom the Bleffing fprings, 
 Lift whilft thefe facred Truths fhe fweetly fings. 
 
 " Would'ft thou be Mafter of the pleafmg Art, 
 To gain Efteem from ev'ry honeft Heart, 
 With equal Afliduity avoid, 
 The Paths of Meannefs, and the Flights of Pride. 
 True Worth requires no Splendour but it's own, 
 And ftill mines brighteft, when 'tis plained (hewn, 
 As modcft Maids in native Beauty dreft, 
 Create Applaufe and Love in ev'ry Breaft, 
 Whilft painted Vanity we all deteft. 
 So he alone is moft fecure to pleafe, 
 Who knows to mingle Dignity with Eafe ; 
 And does alike the Chara&er difdain, 
 Of meanly low, or infolently vain. 
 
 i 
 
 K 4 On
 
 136 POEMS on 
 
 On true Religion firmly ground your Plan, 
 Firft ferve your Maker, next your Fellow, Man ! 
 On each Occafion teach your Heart to view, 
 The Race of Men as all ally'd to you, 
 And when the Crowd aflembles to deride, 
 PO thou ftill keep on the benignant Side ; 
 For random Wit, that indifcreetly flows, 
 Js ftill productive of lefs Friends than Foes ; 
 And he who points each Word with Ridicule, 
 Often provokes, but feldom mends a Fool. 
 Envy, that deadlier! Bane of focial Life ! 
 At once the Parent and the Child of Strife, 
 Shun as the Soul's inveterate Difeafe, 
 That ne'er allows a fingle Moment's Peace ; 
 And in your Heart if lurking you fhou'd find. 
 Some pois'nous Seeds of this dark Weed -behind, 
 Be't your peculiar Care t'expel with Hafte, 
 And root the hateful D^nion from your Breaft. 
 
 But
 
 federal Occafans. 1 3 jt 
 
 But here a juffc Survey impartial take, 
 
 Nor fpare one Error for the Pleafure's Sake, 
 
 Nor yet too fcrupuloufly overnice, 
 
 Brand trivial Failings with the Name of Vice, 
 
 In all Extreams or Vice, or Folly's feen, 
 
 Put true Difcernment holds the golden Mean." 
 
 Thefe facred Truths thus Virtue fweetly fings, 
 Virtue, from whom each real Bleffing fprings, 
 Purfue her Dictates, her Advice revere, 
 Nor ever of Succefs, LORENZO ! fear. 
 Invariably ftill her Laws obey, 
 And follow boldly where me leads the Way ; 
 Studious to fleer between the middle Shores, 
 So true Contentment fhall be truly your's. 
 O ! may 'ft thou long that matchle/s Joy poffefs, 
 A Joy which e'en Fruition makes not lefs ! 
 
 May
 
 138 POEMS on 
 
 May thy each Wifh the wifh'd Succefs attend, 
 Thus prays the Poet, and thus prays the Friend ! 
 May never Fortune's Frowns thy Peace invade, 
 But thou the darling Care of Heaven be made ! 
 And each returning Year unknown to Strife 
 Glide on unfully'd thro' the Round of Life. 
 
 N. B. The Author acknowledges himfelf indebted for moft Part 
 of the Lines, included within the Comma's, to a Colleftion 
 of Poems call'd the LAUREL, dedicated to the Right Ho- 
 nourable the Earl of Ckefterfield. 
 
 An
 
 feveral Occafions. 139 
 
 An O D E 
 
 Compofed for the Anniverfary of 
 the Foundation of the SOBER 
 SOCIETY. * 
 
 Firfl Recitative. 
 T O N G from the guilty Earth, 
 
 Teeming with every vicious Birth, 
 7 he lovely Goddefs, fair Sobriety, 
 Had urg'd the Flight, and fought her native Sky. 
 Long had the Sons of Virtue mourn'd her Flight, 
 
 But mourn'd in vain, 
 'Till rous'd at length, a generous Few unite 
 
 To break the Chain, 
 
 And 
 
 
 
 * A Set of Gentlemen at Portfmouth, who meet monthly for the 
 Improvement of each other, by propounding Qiieftiom in Philofo- 
 phy, Morality, Natural Knowledge, &V. and have raifed a Build- 
 ing for the Meeting cf the Society, near the Rope Walk on the Common.
 
 14 POEMS en 
 
 And diffipate the gloomy Night, 
 
 r .- -. 
 
 Spread by the barb'rous Rage 
 
 Of Ignorance and Vice o'er all the prefent Age. 
 
 Full in the Midft where Vice had fixt its Throne, 
 A Place for ev'ry foul Intem'prance known, 
 A Dome they rais'd facred to Virtue's Name, 
 J <c To emulate tbe Greek and Roman Fame" 
 
 Invocation. 
 
 Hear ! celeftial Virgin, hear ! 
 Goddefs of Sobriety ! 
 The chofen Few who are thy Care, 
 The Friends of Virtue and of thee ! 
 Come ! thou effufive Source of Goodnefs, come ! 
 And with thy Prefence blefs our humble Dome, 
 Hither hafte ! and bring with thee, 
 
 Thy comely Sifter Decency , 
 
 With 
 
 J A Line in Mr. Rowis JANE SHORE.
 
 feveral Qccafwm. 141 
 
 With rofy Temperance ever mild, 
 
 And laughing Health her bloomy Child, 
 
 And Reafon-reined Mirth and Song, 
 
 That chace the lagging Hours along, 
 
 (For who mail Mirth or Song defpifc 
 
 When gayly modeft, freely wife ? ) 
 
 Thefe Goddefs of Sobriety ! 
 
 Thefe bring to grace our Dome with thee. 
 
 Second Recitative. 
 
 Thus fang the Choir, who Virtue's Name rever'd, 
 Thus fang the virtuous Choir and Virtue heard. 
 
 E'en from her inmofl bright Abode 
 She heard, and fmiling, gave th' afTenting Nod j 
 Then thrice me wav'd the trem'lous Wing, and 
 
 thrice effay'd the Flight, 
 
 And downwards verging thro' the Realms of 
 
 Light, 
 
 The Goddefs ftands before their Eyes confeft, 
 And with Soul-foothing Accents, thus, her faithful 
 
 Vot'ries addreft. 
 
 SONG
 
 142 POEMS on 
 
 SONG. 
 
 Ye generous Few, who bear my Name, 
 
 Partakers of my Wrongs and Shame ! 
 
 Who dare in this degenerate Age, 
 
 In injur'd Virtue 's Caufe engage, 
 
 See ! ever watchful o'er her Friends 
 
 Once more the Heaven-born Maid defcends 
 
 To warrant Happinefs to you, 
 
 Who dauntlefs ftill her Paths purfue, 
 
 For the All- Wife Difpenfer muft, 
 
 As infinitely good, be infinitely juft. 
 
 Proceed, proceed, your bright Reward is given, 
 
 Ne'er-fading Fame on Earth, and endlefs Blifs in 
 
 Heaven. 
 
 Third Recitative. 
 
 The Goddefs thus, when a bright Seraph Train, 
 Enraptur'd catch the flying Strain, 
 
 And
 
 feverai Occafions* 143 
 
 And as on th' air-divifive Wing 
 They waft the Goddefs to the Realm of Day, 
 
 Tun'd to their golden Viols fmg, 
 In heavenly Notes, this heavenly Lay. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 No more the Scorn of empty Fools, 
 
 Unknown to Virtue, and her Rules, 
 
 Succefs and Honour wait your Scheme 
 
 The bad Man's Envy, and the good Man's Theme ! 
 
 Single Voice. 
 When Fame's boafled Sons with Oblivion o'er- 
 
 fpxead, 
 
 Shall mix with Duft of the Plain, 
 When the Statue fhall drop, and the Laurel fhall 
 
 ikde, 
 
 Ever frefh fhall your Mem'ries remain,
 
 144 POEMS on 
 
 And oft as the SOBER SOCIETY'S nam'd, 
 
 Thefe ! thefe were my Sons ! fhall Britannia fo 
 
 fam'<i 
 
 For Heroes, reply, and in thefe I rejoice, 
 The Patrons of Virtue, and Scourges of Vice. 
 
 Ac company ment. 
 
 Proceed ! Proceed ! the bright Reward is giv'n, 
 Ne'er-fading Fame on Earth,-, and endlefs Blifs ihr 
 
 Heav.en- 
 
 Four
 
 fevered Qccafions. 
 
 Four Tales from Qvffis Metamor- 
 phofes. 
 
 The Argument to Tale I. 
 
 IN the liland of Cyprus dwelt Anaxarete, of 
 the Race of Teucer, the Son of Telamon, who 
 in Beauty excelled all the Virgins of her City ; 
 but as flie was eminent for Beauty, fo was fhe no 
 lefs hateful to all by that Cruelty and Difdain 
 with which {he behav'd to all Mankind. Iphis, 
 a young Man of the fame City, of but indifferent 
 Rank amidft the People, fell in Love with this 
 proud Fair, and not being able to obtain Accefs to 
 her,, was fo overwhelmed with Grief for his hard 
 Fortune, that one Night he hanged himfelf be- 
 fore her Door, to put an End to his hopelefs 
 Paflion. Being carried home to his Mother, fhe 
 had him buried as decently as her Circumftances 
 - L would
 
 146 POEMS on 
 
 would permit. As the dead Body was carrying 
 to the Pile, attended by a numerous Train of hi& 
 Friends and Neighbours, they happened to pafs 
 thro' the very Street where the proud Anaxaretc 
 liv'd ; who having Notice thereof, was refolved 
 to feaft her cruel Eyes with a laft View of this 
 unhappy Victim of her Scorn, and for that Pur- 
 pofe goes to the Top of the Houfe, from whence 
 ihe could command a Profpect of the Street be- 
 low 5 and there, without Remorfe, me faw the 
 poor Youth ftretched on the Bier j but, to punifli 
 her for her Cruelty, me was by Venus turn'd into- 
 a Stone in the very Place me flood : Upon which 
 Account the People of Salamine erected a Tem- 
 ple to that Goddefs, under the Appellation of 
 Venus Profpiciem, or the Beholder, becaufe me 
 took Vengeance on Anaxarete beholding the 
 Funeral of If his unconcernedly out of the Win- 
 dow. 
 
 Tale
 
 fever al Occajions, 
 
 Tale I. from Book XIV. 
 
 Iphis and Anaxarete^ or Cruelty 
 punifh'd. 
 
 Infcrib'd to the Ladies. 
 
 Y 
 
 E matchlefs Fair ! who grace our Britifi 
 
 Whofe Frown is Dertiny, and Heaven your 
 
 Smile, 
 
 Oh ! keep your Bofoms free from foul Difdain, 
 Nor let fell Cruelty your Beauties flam ; 
 So fliall your Vot'ries blefs your lenient Pow'fjj 
 Admire with Reafon, and with Joy adore, 
 While other Climates not fo blefs'd as we, 
 With Envy fhall the Albion Lovers fee. 
 
 But if with Scorn this Council you repay, 
 Re&lv'd to rule with a defpotic Sway, 
 
 L * And
 
 ^6' 8 POEMS on 
 
 And carelefly behold your VafTals dye, 
 Unpity'd Victims of your Cruelty -, 
 Let fad Example teach this dreadful Truth, 
 Heaven ftill avenges the Love-martyr'd Youth, 
 And tho' deferred, each fcornful Fair will know 
 Delay but doubly points the awful Blow. 
 
 . This, Ovid, Matter of Love's gentle Art, 
 Of old, did to the Roman Fair impart, 
 When finging Iphis, too untimely flain 
 By Anaxaretes fevere Difdain, 
 Sang too, how equal Heaven his Wrongs repay'd, 
 And well aveng'd him on the haughty Maid. 
 The Tale from diftant Time is handed down, 
 And has before in Englijh Numbers fhone, 
 Yet this once more permit it an Accefs, 
 Tho' clad perhaps in a lefs beauteous Drefs - t 
 
 Iboafl
 
 feveral Occafions. X 49 
 
 I boaft no- Spark of the Parnaffan Fire, 
 
 With humble Chords is ftrung my fimple Lyre, 
 
 Then to this firfl Attempt indulgent be, 
 
 And treat the well-meant Lay with Clemency, 
 
 So your pleas'd Bard, his Gratitude to mew, 
 
 Shall confecrate his future Strains to you. 
 
 In Cyprus dwelt, of Teucer^ Progeny, 
 A lovely Nymph nam'd Anaxarete, 
 Her If bis faw, a Youth of Lineage mean, 
 He faw, nor fail'd to love as foon as feen ! 
 With hopelefs Flames he felt his Bofom burn, 
 And figh'd without the View of a Return j 
 In vain he fummon'd Reafon to his Aid, 
 To heal the fatal Wound her Eyes had made j 
 Thro' all his Frame the fubtle Poifon flew, 
 And fcorn'd the Pow'r of Reafon to fubdue ; 
 'Till tir'd at length, with fruitlefs Sighs and Tears, 
 
 He to her Houfe, a Suppliant repairs, 
 
 L 3 Refolv'd.
 
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 Refolv'd if potfible, to fee the Dame, 
 
 And leave to Fate the TlTue of his Flame ; 
 
 And firft he ftrives the fav'rite Nurfe to gain, 
 
 In hopes to get Accefs to fpeak his Pain, 
 
 Tells her the piteous Story of his Love, 
 
 And feekj with Pray'rs the Beldam's Heart to move. 
 
 All the morl winning Arguments he us'd, 
 
 Oft pray'd, and prefs'd, and was as oft refus'd ; 
 
 The Servants next, each in his Turn he tries. 
 
 Inexorable too each Servant flies ! 
 
 And now he bids the foft Epiftle tell, 
 
 The Paffion he in Perfon can't reveal, 
 
 Then on the Door, (an Emblem of his Care,) 
 
 Hangs up the Chaplet he was wont to wear 
 
 Wet with the Dew of many a briny Tear, 
 
 Or ftretch'd on the cold Threshold nightly lay, 
 
 Curfing the cruel Locks that barr'd his Way, 
 
 His
 
 feveral Occafions. 151 
 
 His tender Limbs on the damp Pavement fpread, 
 With a rude Stone to prop his lovefick Head. 
 
 Whilft thus the haplefs Youth in deep Defpair, 
 Kept his fad Vigils in th' unwholefome Air, 
 The barb'rous Author of his Grief, and Pain, 
 Deaf, and relentlefs as the raging Main, 
 As Steel, or Rocks amidft the Alpine Snows, 
 Laugh'd at his Torments, and derides his Woes, 
 To cruel Deeds, more cruel Words applies, 
 With bitter Taunts infults him as he lies > 
 And, as if willing to compleat his Grief, 
 Deprives him e'en of Hope, the Lover's laft Relief! 
 
 But now no longer able to fuftain 
 This cruel Treatment, thus the wretched Swain 
 Before the Door thefe laft fad Words expreft, 
 Whilft rending Sighs diftend his tortur'd Breaft. 
 
 L 4 At
 
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 At length,. Oh Ahaxarete ! he cries, 
 At length thou'ft conquer'd, bid thy Heart rejoice ! 
 No more my hated Paffion mall offend; 
 My, hated Paffion with my Life mall end ; 
 
 Now gladfome Triumphs fing ! now Wreaths pre- 
 pare ! 
 And with repeated Jos' fill the Air ! 
 
 Conqueft is thine ! for-lo ! thy Victim dies, 
 And yields his Life a willing Sacrifice , 
 Secure in this laft Deed for once to be, 
 Inhuman Maid ! acceptable to thee, 
 Yes ! cruej as thou art, thou now malt own 
 In this, at lead, I have fome Merit feewn, 
 And ceas'd but with my Life, to love alone. 
 Nor mall Fame only fpeak my haplefs Doom, 
 To prove the pleafmg Truth myfelf I'll come ; 
 Stretph'd on the Bier malt thou behold me laid, 
 And with my lifelefs Corfe thy cruel Eyes be fed. 
 
 Put
 
 fever al Occafans. 153 
 
 But if ye mighty Gods ! who rule on high, 
 On mortal Cares ye deign to cafl an Eye,' 
 Oh ! Oh record my Injuries, he cry'd, 
 (His fault'ring Tongue a longer Pray'r deny'd) 
 Grant that my Mem'ry may immortal prove, 
 And give thofe Years to Fame, which you from 
 
 Life remove. 
 
 Then to the Door his ftreaming Eyes he turn'd, 
 That Door, he had fo oft with Flow'rs adorn'd, 
 
 And ftretching forth his Arms benumm'd with 
 
 Cold, 
 Firm to the Beam he fixt an Halter's fold. 
 
 This, this laft Trophy, fure will pleafe, he faid, 
 And fatisfy thy Pride, hard-hearted Maid ! 
 Then round his Neck the fatal Knot he tyes, 
 And inward cafting his defponding Eyes, 
 Clafp'd in the deadly Stricture's rude Embrace, 
 Hangs a fad Burthen with diftorted Face. 
 
 As
 
 154 POEMS on 
 
 As now he fwings fufpended from the Ground, 
 His quiv'ring Feet againft the Door rebound, 
 Which gave, or feem'd to give, a plaintive Sound. 
 The Servants at the Noife together drew, 
 When the fad Spectacle appear'd to View, 
 Strait with officious Care they lend their Aid, 
 And vainly ftrive to raife his drooping Head, 
 Then bear him home, a melancholy Weight ! 
 And kid him at his widow'd Mother's Gate. 
 Who- when her Son depriv'd of Life me fpies, 
 Fills alt around with lamentable Cries ; 
 A thoufand Times his Clay-cold Lirnbs me kifs'd, - 
 And figh'd, and wept, and to her Bofom preft, 
 And all the Parent in her Grief confeft. 
 But now, when Sorrow's Dues contented were y 
 The Fun'ral Obfequies demand her Care -, 
 The lifelefs Body on.a Bier me laid, 
 And to the Pile in mournful Pomp convey'd. 
 
 Thro
 
 federal Qccafions* 155 
 
 Thro' the Mid-City, as the weeping Throng 
 With folemn Dirges bore the Corpfe along, 
 Clofe by Ajiaxaretes Houfe they pafs'd, 
 Whofe Soul tb* avenging Goddefs now poflefs'd, 
 Soon as the mournful Sounds had reach'd her Ears, 
 She to the upper Dome with Hafte repairs $ 
 Full of her Fate ; and let us fee f me cries, 
 This miferable Lover's Obfequies. 
 Now full in view approach'd the peniive Train, 
 With the poor Youth her Cruelty had flain, 
 But fcarce her Eyes had met the mourning Bier, 
 When in their rigid Orbs they fiiffned were ; 
 Pallid and cold becomes the haughty Dame, 
 And univerfal Horror makes her Frame ; 
 Now quick me would retire, but drives in vain 
 To move, her Feet immoveable remain ; 
 Now would her Head avert, beyond her PowV 
 This Jail EfTay ! She's fixt to move no more : 
 
 The
 
 1 56 POEMS on 
 
 The flony Hardnefs that poflefs'd her Heart, 
 
 Is now transferred to every vital Part ; 
 
 And flill the Marble Maid is to be feen 
 
 Preferv'd with Care in antient Salamine, 
 
 Near where a Temple flands well known to Farn e 
 
 Sacred to Venus the Beholders Name. 
 
 Leaft After-times the Tale mould difbelieve, 
 
 And as aFi&ion faered Truths receive. 
 
 Let this Example then ye Nymphs perfwade ! 
 Nor fcorn the^SufFrings which yourfelves have made, 
 Leaft Anaxaretes your Fate fliould be, 
 Leaft you unpity'd fliare her Deftiny ! 
 But timely wife, affected Pride difcard, 
 Nor rob a conffont Flame of it's Reward j 
 Let mutual Love your melting Bofoms warm, 
 And bid Good-nature heighten every Charm ; 
 
 Kindlv
 
 feveral Occafiom. 
 
 Kindly receive the Youth whom Heaven decrees, 
 And native Worth, the One bell form'd to pleafe j 
 So bleft, and bleffing, fhall each happy Hour 
 Glide gently on, unknown to Sorrow's Pow'r, 
 Till Time with ftealing Pace at length fhall clofc, 
 The fmiling Scene, and give you to Repofe. 
 
 The
 
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 The Argument to Tale IL 
 
 /^E PHAL US Nephew to Mlous God of the 
 Winds, was marry 'd to Procn's the Daughter 
 of EreElbeus King of the Athenians^ the former 
 part of their Nuptial State had been embitter'd 
 by fome little Jealoufies, but at length all Animo- 
 fities ceafmg, they lived the Patterns of connubi- 
 al Happinefs j Cepbalus delighted much in the 
 Pleafures of the Wood, and was continually hunt- 
 ing wild Beafts ; being oftentimes half dead with 
 Heat, he would feek all Opportunities of enjoy- 
 ing the cool Breeze, to refrefh his exhaufted Spi- 
 rits -j and as he lay in the Shade ufed to invoke' 
 (Aura orj the Air. One Day he was by chance 
 overheard by a Perfon, who fufpecling this Aura, 
 he called upon, to be fome Nymph he was ena- 
 moured of, tells his Wife Procris of it. She 
 giving too eafy Credit to this Story, refolves tcr 
 deted: him in his ftolen Pleafures, and confront 
 him with the unanfwerable Proofs of his Infideli- 
 ty, and for this Purpofe repairs to the Place,- 
 where me had been told he was heard to call up- 
 
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 federal Occafions. 15 
 
 on this fuppofed Miftrefs, and hiding herfelf in. 
 the Shrubs waits the Arrival of her Hufband. 
 Cephalus came according to his wonted Cuftom, 
 and throwing himfelf on the Grafs, begins to 
 invoke the cooling Breeze, by theNameofy&rtfj 
 Impatient to behold this imagin'd Rival, the un- 
 fortunate Procris, makes a ftirin the Shrubs where 
 me lay concealed ; Cephalus perceiving the Shrubs 
 to mo ve and thinking iome wild Beaft lay hid there, 
 threw his Dart (which together with a fine Dog, 
 named Ltelaps, he had receiv'd as a Prefent from 
 Procris, at their Reconciliation, and which had 
 this admirable Property, that being thrown it ne- 
 ver mifs'd, buteftecluallyftruck whatfoever it wa& 
 thrown at 3) and wounded his Wife, who dyed 
 in his Arms, a fad Example of the Effects of 
 Jealoufy. 
 
 tale
 
 160 PoEAis on 
 
 Tale II. Cephalus and Procris\ or 
 the Fate of Jealoufy. 
 
 From the Seventh Book. 
 Infcrib'd to the Ladies. 
 
 y\ TTEND ye Fair ! while briefly I relate, 
 
 What direful Ills on Jealoufy await, 
 That deadliefl Canker of the nuptial State ! 
 And warn'd by other's Errors timely flee. 
 The dang'rous Rocks of fond Credulity ; 
 Nor lend an Ear to every Tale you learn 
 Ere you the Motives and the Caufe difcern. 
 
 There are, who under Friend/hip's fpecious Veil,- 
 The rankeft Envy in the Heart conceal, 
 
 Your
 
 fever al Occafahs. 161 
 
 1f our Charms perhaps, if Female, may offend, 
 
 2 
 Your Virtue, if a Male, Tale-bearing Friend 5 
 
 And every Art, and every well-turn'd Lye, 
 To wound your Peace and Happinefs they'll trye j 
 And here beware ! how you too ftrong believe 
 Your own Refolves, too often they deceive ! 
 And flie who thinks herfelf fecureft arm'd 
 'Gainft Jealoufy's Attacks, is fooneft harin'd -, 
 For think not that it does at firft affail, 
 With fnaky Locks, and Vifage wan and pale 3 
 No ! like connubial Love the Fiend is dreft, 
 Till it has ftolen, unheeded, to your Breaft. 
 Now light Sufpicions firft in Order move, 
 Then anxious Doubts, which all feem born of Love, 
 Then comes Refentment for neglected Charms, 
 Then fell Revenge your troubled Soul alarms ; 
 Mifconftrued, now, each Look, each Word is dy'd ; 
 With foul Intent, and from their Scope apply'd -, 
 
 M 'Till
 
 1 62 POEMS on. 
 
 'Till thus the wily Mifchief eats it's Way, 
 And uncontroul'd does on your Vitals prey. 
 
 Then too late ! 
 
 You'll curfe your Folly when oblig'd to bear, 
 The goading Stings of Anguifli and Defpair. 
 This Truth's exemplify'd in Preens' Fate, 
 'Tis Ovid tells the Story, I repeat. 
 
 Lcng Time young Cephalus and Preens were 
 Blefs'd in each other's Love, an happy Pair, 
 Their focial Bofoms glow'd with mutual Flame, 
 The fame their Wifhes, and their Fears the fame, 
 Undamp'd their peaceful Hours with Houmold 
 
 Strife, 
 
 Th' obliging Hulband, and the tender Wife ! 
 E'en Juno's Lot to Procrls mean appear'd, 
 She Cephalus to Jove himfelf preferr'd, 
 And he ib happy feem'd in Procrls Love, 
 That Beauty's Queen with her had vainly flrove. 
 
 Thus
 
 fever al Qccafions* 163 
 
 Thus fora while they roll'd in full Delight, 
 And Joy fucceeded Joy, like Day and Night, 
 'Till baleful Jealoufy's deftrudive Pow'r, 
 Deadned their Blifs, and damp'd the genial Bow'r, 
 
 Soon as the Sun began to gild the Skies, 
 
 The early Cephalus was wont to rife, > 
 
 ] 
 
 The deep Recefies of the Woods to trace, 
 And thro' their Haunts purfue the flying Chace, ; 
 'Till fpent with Toil his Labours to repair, 
 He fought the cooling Valley's frefher Air, 
 Where indolently ftretch'd beneath the Shade, 
 His weary 'd Limbs at their full Eafe were fpread. 
 And as diffolv'd in pleafing Sloth he lies, 
 Thus to the Goddefs of the Breeze he cries, 
 Come gentle Aura ! fweet Refrefher hafte ! 
 Come gentle Aura ! eafe my panting Breaft ! 
 
 M 2 Gome
 
 164 POEMS on 
 
 Come gentle Nymph ! and thy fond Vot'ry blefs I 
 Ah come ! and lock me in thy kind Embrace ^ 
 Thus he ! when cruel Deftiny infpir'd 
 Words ftill more dubious j as the Sun-beams fiYd, 
 Finding his Strength begin apace to fail, 
 With fofter Blandifhments he woo's the Gale. 
 Ah thou ! my Wifh, my Rapture, and my Joy ! 
 Ah thou ! who doft my chiefeft Care employ, 
 Where doft thou {lay ? Where lurks my wim'd for 
 
 Fair! 
 
 And wilt thou never come my lovely Air ? 
 Debarr'd of thee the Woods no more invite, 
 Thy Prefence only gives the Woods Delight ! 
 Oft but for thee, depriv'd of Breath I h'd lain 
 The lifelefs Vidirn of the dufty Plain j 
 Thus fang the Shepherd j when fome bufy Ear 
 That lurk'd unfeen, and chanc'd thefe W r ords ta 
 
 hear, 
 
 Suppos'd
 
 feveral Qccafwns. 165 
 
 i 
 
 Suppos'd him am'rous of fome Woodland Spoufe, 
 And with officious Hafte to Procris goes, 
 To tell in Confidence the fatal News j 
 How credulous is Love ! his faithful Wife 
 By this falfe Tale almofl depriv'd of Life, 
 Feels racking Jealoufy invade her Breaft, 
 And finks with vifionary Ills oppreft ; . 
 A fancy'd Rival weeps, and haplefs Maid ! 
 Whilft vainly fearful of an empty Shade, 
 Is by herfelf, not Cepbalus betray 'd. 
 Sometimes me fcarcely credits what me hears, 
 But hopes 'tis Falfhood all, yet ftill me fears j 
 Now would excufe that Faith me had approv'd, 
 Nor raflily cenfure where fo well me lov'd ; 
 At length, refolv'd to truft no bufy Tongue, 
 She will herfelf be Witnefs of her Wrong ; 
 And the next Day when he prepar'd to hunt, 
 She fought the fecret Shade, where he was wont 
 
 M 3 Oppreft 
 
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 1 66 POEMS on 
 
 Oppreft with Heat to come ; too fure he came ! 
 And raging with a more than ufual Flame, 
 Flinging his fainting Body on the Grafs, 
 He thus begins t'invite the cooling Breeze, 
 Ah come my charming Aura ! and allay 
 The fcorching Heat that melts my Soul away ! 
 He faid, when certain Sighs invade his Ear 
 He heeds not, but ftill calls his charming Air / 
 Nearer and nearer yet he hears the Noife, 
 And deems forrie Beaft entangled in the Boughs, 
 Then throws his Spear, direfted by the Sounds, 
 The Spear unerring flies and Procris wounds ; 
 Ah me me cries ! too well the Voice he knew, 
 And 'midft the Thicket to afTift her, flew, 
 All pale and bleeding there his Wife he found, 
 The fatal Spear yet ilicking in the Wound j 
 With Grief diffracted now, his Robes he tore, 
 And (hives with them to ftop the flowing Gore. 
 
 Now
 
 fever al Occafions. 167 
 
 Now in his guilty Arms attempts to raife 
 The drooping Fair, and for Forgivenefs prays ; 
 Who gently lifting up her dying Head, 
 Thefe few fad Words with a faint Accent faid, 
 Ah ! thou dear Author of my Grief, and Joy, 
 For whom alone I liv'd, for whom I dye, 
 If thy poor Procris ever was belov'd, 
 If ever dear to Cepbalus fhe prov'd, 
 By this laft Token of my ardent Faith, 
 Which now I feal with my departing Breath : 
 Let me conjure you, by the Gods, to fwear, 
 You never will admit my Rival Air ! 
 When I am gone my nuptial Bed to (hare ! 
 Now wretched Cepbalus began to know 
 The cruel Error that begat their Woe, 
 And kindly hafles to undeceive her too ; 
 But what alas avail'd ! me hears too late, 
 Fail with the purple Stream the Spirits fleet ! 
 
 M 4 Yet
 
 1 68 POEMS on 
 
 Yet from .the Tale fome feeming Joy me drew, 
 And fmil'd amidft her Fangs to find him true j 
 And whilft me could, on his lov'd Face intent 
 (Their laft dear Object !) her fond Eyesmebent, 
 'Till fighing out her Soul which he receiv'd, 
 She funk of Sorrow, and of Life bereav'd. 
 
 Argu ment
 
 federal Occafans. 169 
 
 Arument to Tale III. 
 
 , of the famous City of 
 Babylon, remarkable for the yaft and curious 
 Walls of Brick, with which the renown'd Queen Se- 
 ;7?/ttH/j had encompafs'd it, were equal in Age and 
 Beauty, in the latter of which, they each exceed- 
 ed any of the Youths or Virgins of their Time, 
 dwelling next Door to each other, they foon laid 
 the Foundation of a Converfation thro' the Chink 
 of the Partition Wall of their Houfes, this foon 
 improv'd to a mutual Love between them, at lail 
 they made an Appointment to meet together at 
 the Tomb of King Ninus, under the Shade of a 
 neighbouring Mulberry Tree, by favour of the 
 Night. Tblfie having firft found an Opportunity to 
 get out, coming fooner than the Time appointed, 
 was frighted at the Sight of a Lyonefs, and flying 
 for (belter to a neighbouring Cave, dropt her 
 Veil as ms ran, but the wild Beaft coming frefli 
 from her Prey, being dry was going to a Fountain 
 hard by, to Drink ; and finding the Veil at her 
 Return, tore it with her Mouth yet bloody. 
 
 And
 
 ijo POEMS on 
 
 And now Pyramus comes to the fame Place, and 
 finding her Garment all rent and bloody, imme-. 
 diately conjectur'd that (he had been devoured by 
 a wild Beaft, . and in his Defpair flew himfelf un- 
 der the appointed Tree, with his own Sword. 
 Thijbe having recover'd her Fright, returns back 
 to the fame Place, and finding her Lover's Body 
 yet panting on the Ground, and accufing herfelf 
 as the Caufe of his untimely Fate, thro' the Love 
 he had born her, that me might no longer fur- 
 vive the Grief, me ran herfelf through with the 
 fame Sword, which had juft before put a Period 
 to her Lover's Life. The Mulberry Tree which 
 had been the Place of Rendezvous, and had been 
 fprinkled all over with the Blood of Pyramus 
 and his unhappy Ttyijbe^ had it's Fruit turn'd in- 
 to the Colour of Blood, which before were always 
 of the finelt white. 
 
 The Parents of this unfortunate Couple, being 
 at laft touch'd with Pity at their Sufferings, had 
 both thetr A (lies preferv'd in one common Urn, 
 by this laftAcT: to make fomekind of Atonement, 
 for die Obftacles they had put to their Love for 
 
 each other when livin^. 
 
 Tale
 
 fever al Occafions. 171 
 
 Tale III. Pyramus and ^T hi/be, or 
 Unhappy Love. 
 
 From the Fourth Book. 
 
 TT THere Baby Ions proud Walls creeled ftand f 
 
 The Work of fam'd Semiramis's Hand, 
 Young Pyramus and 'Thijbe liv'd, a Pair 
 In Charms furpaffing all the Eaftern Fair ; 
 Their Houfes join'd, from whence Acquaintance 
 
 grew, 
 
 Which foon reciprocal Obfervance drew, 
 From thefe beginnings Love in time arofe, 
 Which foon they feek to feal with Nuptial Vows ; 
 But rigid Parents their Confent deny'd, 
 And force the youthful Lovers to divide - t 
 
 But
 
 17.2 FOE MS on 
 
 But tho' depriv'd of Speech, yet Love {applies, 
 The Speechlefs Eloquence of Hands, and Eyes ; ' 
 And by Reftraint their PalTion grew more great, 
 As Fire when fmother'd, glows with double Heat. 
 
 Where either Houfe was join'd, the common 
 
 Wall, 
 
 A Flaw had gotten, unperceiv'd by all, 
 'Till our fond Pair the firft Difcovery made, 
 As what can Love's all curious Search evade ? 
 Thither oftimes would they by Stealth repair, 
 In tender Sighs to breath their am'rous Care, 
 And midft the tender Parley gently chide, 
 The cruel Wall that did their Loves divide, 
 * c; And tho' we cannot wholly join they'd cry, 
 cc At leaft thou might'ft permit our Lips to try 
 " The balmy Pledge of more fubftantial Joy ; 
 " But let us not ourfelves ungrateful be, 
 " This prefent Happinefs we ov/e to Thee, 
 
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 feveral Occafions* 173 
 
 c< By whom 'tis given reciprocal to breath, 
 " The tender Vow, and mutual Faith bequeath"; 
 Thus would they pafs their Hours till coming Night 
 Forc'd them to fever with the parting Light, 
 Then on the Wall imprint a fervent Kifs, 
 The Wall impervious mocks the empty Blrfs. 
 One Morn, when bright Aurora had difpell'd 
 Night's languid Fires, and Sol began to gild 
 With lucid Ray, each dew-befprinkled Field , 
 Our anxious Lovers to th' accuftom'd Place, 
 Flew on the Wings of Love, with eager Pace, 
 And now (the firft fond Triflings at an End,) 
 To cheat their wary Spies their Thoughts they bend, 
 And mutually agree when Day mould clofe, 
 And give up Mortals to their wiih'd Repofe, 
 To fteal unheeded forth, and in the Night, 
 Far from the City- Walls, direct their Flight , 
 
 But
 
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 But leaft in the Confulion they fhould ftray 
 A random Courfe, and take a diff 'rent. Way,- 
 Appoint at Ninus' Sepulchre to wait, 
 Beneath the Mulb'ry fhade, till either meet, 
 (For near the neighb'ring Spring a Mulb'ry grew,- 
 Whofe ipotlefs Fruit then wore a Snowy Hue j) 
 The Compact pleas 'd ; and now the tardy Day, 
 Which feem'd to make a more than ufual ftay,- 
 And length repair 'd to Ocean's watry Bed, 
 And friendly Night arifes in it's ftead ; 
 When am'rous T^hifle gently turn'd the Wards, 
 And dealing forth unfeen of all her Guards, 
 Beneath a Veil coneeil'd her beauteous Face, 
 And Love-embolden'd gain'd th' appointed Place. 
 But whilft impatient of her Lover's flay, 
 Penfive flic fits, and chides his cold Delay, 
 
 Sudden
 
 fever at Occafons. 
 
 Sudden a fliaggy Lionefs appear'd, 
 Her churning Jaws with ropy Gore befirear'd, 
 And to the Spring to quench her Thirft repair'd. 
 Who when by Favour of the Moons pale Light, 
 T'hijbe defcry'd, flie fled half dead with Fright, 
 To the clofe Covert of a neighb'ring Cave, 
 And happen'd in her Flight her Veil to leave ; 
 Which, as returning from the Spring, the Beaft, 
 Found on the Earth, with bloody Mouth fhe preli. 
 
 Now Pyramus arriv'd, who not 'till late 
 Could find the means to pafs his Father's Gate, 
 And feeing in the Duft the Monfter's Trace, 
 The florid Dye forfook his alter'd Face. 
 But when the Veil all ting'd with Blood he fpies,. 
 A Train of dreadful Thoughts at once arife, 
 And this fad Night, ye gracious Gods ! he faid,> 
 This fatal Night ! two faithful Lovers bleed. 
 
 But
 
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 But She alas mould have efcap'd the Doom, 
 
 Tis I, tis I, mould fuffer in her Room, 
 
 The Wretch who foi>dly urg'd her on to come. 
 
 Then bafely left her by herfelf to ftray, 
 
 Nor came to guard her in the doubtful Way ; 
 
 Come forth ye Monfters that inhabit here. 
 
 Come forth ! and this accurfed Body tear j 
 
 But Cowards tamely for their Death may wait ; 
 
 The Brave are always Mailers of their Fate ! 
 
 Thus he, and to the Tree his Footfteps bends, 
 
 The bloody Veil frill grafping in his Hands,- 
 
 On which a thoufand KifTes he beftow'd, 
 
 \Vhilfl down his Cheeks the briny Torrent flow'd, 
 
 And dipt already as thou art, he cry'd, 
 
 In 72'//Z>t j 's Blood, with mine be deep( 
 
 He faid and plung'd his Poniard in hi 
 
 Then drew it forth, and falling on the Ground,, 
 
 The purple Current follow'*! from the Wound.- 
 
 As 
 
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 fever al Occafions. 177 
 
 As from a Conduit Pipe, when newly cut, 
 
 High in the Air th'imprifon'd Waters fpoutv 
 
 So upwards fpringing from the parted Veins, 
 
 The Crimfon fhow'r th'o'erfhadowing Tree diftains, 
 
 The Crimfon Ihow'r embrues the Root below, 
 
 And the ripe Fruit enfanguin'd as it grew, 
 
 It's Colour chang'd, afiumes a purple Hue. 
 
 The faithful Tbifle, now refolves to leave, 
 Recover'd of her Fright, the melt'ring Cave, 
 And leaft her Lover fhould impatient wait, 
 Haftes to the Rendezvous with ready Feet, 
 There feeks with earneft Eyes her foul's Delight, 
 Eager to tell the Dangers of the Night, 
 But tho' th' accuftom'd Tree me foon perceiv'd, 
 The diff'rent Colour of the Fruit deceiv'd/* 
 
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 178 POEMS on 
 
 And as impatiently me look'd around, 
 Aftonim'd at the wond'rous Change fhe found, 
 She faw the panting Body on the Ground. 
 Seiz'd with a fudden Terror at the Sight, 
 Trembling and pale me ftarts with wild Afrright, 
 Thro' all her Frame a fhuddring Horror flies, 
 As when aGuftjuft hTuing from the Skies, 
 O'er Ocean's filent Surface lightly fweeps, 
 Difturbs the Calm, and cut Is the ruffled Deeps, 
 But when at length, the dying Youth (he knew, 
 Around his bleeding Corfe her Arms me threw, 
 And hanging o'er him frantic with Defpair, 
 With loud Complainings rent the filent Air, 
 Beat her fair Breaft, and tore her lovely Hair. 
 Then fixing on his clay-cold Face her Lips, 
 With many a Tear his gaping Wounds me fleeps,] 
 Ah Pyramus ! thou much lov'd Youth ! She cry'd , 
 What cruel Fate has torn thee from my fide ? 
 
 Anfwer
 
 Jeveral Occafans. 17$ 
 
 Anfwer my Love ! 'ere yet my Heart is broke, 
 Thy Thijle calls ! ah blefs me with a look ! 
 At that lov'd Name 3 his dying Eyes he rais'd, 
 And on her Face a while tranfported gaz'd, 
 Then ! as grown weary of the hateful Light, 
 Clos'd their Death-umber'd Orbs in everlafling Night, 
 But when th' unhappy Fair her Veil defcry'd. 
 And his void Scabbard lying by his Side, 
 111 Fated Youth ! thy Love to Me me faid, 
 Has urg'd thy Hand to this untimely Deed \ 
 But know I have an Arm as flrong as thine, 
 For Love mail add fufficient Force to mine, ' 
 As furely to direct the deadly Blow, 
 And fend me with thee to the Shades below j 
 Yes, as the wretched Caufe, fo will I be, 
 Partaker likewife of thy Deftiny ; 
 'Twas Death alone could rob thee of thy Bride, 
 In Death we'll meet, nor evermore divide ^ 
 
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 180 POEMS on 
 
 And ye fad Parents of a wretched Pair, 
 
 Accord the Suit which I for both prefer, 
 
 Grant, to this fond commutual Pray'r kind, 
 
 One Tomb may hold us, whom one Fate conjoin'd. 
 
 But thou curft Tree ! whofe Branches cover now, 
 
 One Lover's Body, and mall fhortly two, 
 
 Ever may'ft thou indelible retain, 
 
 The marks of Slaughter, and the Sanguine Stairr, 
 
 And may the dreary Fruit thou beareft prove, 
 
 The mournful Monuments of bleeding Love ; 
 
 She faid, and wildly fnatching from the Ground, 
 
 The Sword yet reeking from her Lover's Wound, 
 
 Beneath her Breafts directs the murd'rous Blade, 
 
 Which to her Heart a ready Paffage made, 
 
 Obey'd her Wifh, and rank'd her with the Dead.. 
 
 And
 
 fever al Occafans. 
 
 181 
 
 And now the Gods her Suit propitious hear, 
 Their Parents too relenting grant her Pray'r, 
 The rip'ning Fruit the Marks of Blood confeft 
 And in one common Urn the Lovers Ames reft, 
 
 Tal
 
 1 82 PofcM-s on 
 
 The Argument to Tale IV. 
 
 APHNE, the Daughter of the River 
 Peneus, was accounted the moft beauti- 
 ful of all the Virgins of Theffaly^ infomuch that 
 (he captivated even the Gods themfelves with her 
 Beauty. Apollo feeing her, fell in Love with 
 her, and finding he could not obtain her with 
 Promifes or Entreaties, refolved to force her : But 
 (he endeavour'd to avoid him by Flight, and per- 
 ceiving he came up with her in the Purfuit, in- 
 voked her Father's AiTiftance to preferve her Vir- 
 ginity, which he had before prpmifed at her 
 Requeft, that me mould maintain inviolably : the 
 God hearing her Prayers, turned her into a Laurel, 
 that j(he might efcape Raviihment. Apollo^ find- 
 ing his Defigns thus fruftrated, was however re-' 
 folved to make amends to the injured Maid for 
 the Vexation he had given, and granted the Tree 
 into which fhe was now changed, the Prerogative 
 of bearing a Leaf which fhould never fade, but 
 
 poflefs an unalterable Verdure. 
 
 Thq
 
 fever al Occafions. 183 
 
 The Allegory cowcht in this Fable teaches us, 
 that however ftrong the Attacks may be againft 
 Virtue, neverthelefs that a modeft Refiftance fel- 
 dom fails of driving back the Enemy, and of 
 meeting in the End with a Reward fuitable to its 
 Merit. And we are like wife taught by the Proem* 
 or Introduction to the Fable, that however fe- 
 cure the Enemies of Cupid may think themfelves 
 from any Confequences of his Revenge, yet, that 
 the blind Archer rarely fails to make them feel 
 and acknowledge his Power in the End. Thus 
 find the God of Wifdom himfelf, owed all the 
 Grief he met with from the Difappointment of 
 his Paflion for the fair Daphne^ to the fharp Re^ 
 fentment of the incenfed Son of Venus^ whom he 
 before contemptuouily treated. 
 
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 Tale IV. Apollo and Daphne, or 
 Virtue triumphant. 
 
 From the Firft Book. 
 
 "IT* O R Peneian Daphne, Phabus firft confeft 
 
 The Pow'r of Love triumphant in his Breaft, 
 Which not to Fate, or giddy Chance he ow'd, 
 But fierce Revenge by angry Cupid vow'd ; 
 For, as the Deli an God (elate with Pride 
 For Python newly (lain,) one Day eipy'd 
 The little Urchin, as his Bow he try'd, 
 He thus began, the Powr of Love to jeer, 
 " What is this idle Stripling doing here ? 
 Would'ft thou weild Arms, infultingly he cries, 
 So difproportion'd to thy puny Size ! 
 
 Arms,
 
 feveral Occafans. 185 
 
 Arms, which alone to fuch as me are due 
 
 Whofe well-aim'd Shafts each Monfter can fubdue ; 
 
 By whom fierce Python of enormous Size 
 
 Stretch'd o'er a thoufand Acres breathlefs lyes : 
 
 Away thou Trifler ! try thy own weak Darts 
 
 On the loofe Texture of enervate Hearts, 
 
 Or take thy Torch, nor longer vainly try 
 
 With me in Strength, or in Addrefs to vye," 
 
 He faid, when Venus Son made this Reply, 
 
 Thy well-aim'd Shafts each Monfter can fubdue 
 
 Prodigious Bowyer ! mine mall conquer you ; 
 
 See then, whofe Pow'rwill greateft ftand confeft, 
 
 A God who conquers, or who flays a Eeaft ; 
 
 1 hen wav'd his Plumes, and thro' the Fields of 
 
 Light, 
 To fam'd ParnaJJus Summit bent his Flight, 
 
 There took his Stand, and from his Quiver draws 
 Two feather'd Shafts, which diff'rent Paffions caufe,
 
 1 86 POEMS on 
 
 This, does to Love a kind Return infpire. 
 
 The other, damps adverfe, the genial Fire j 
 
 Gilt is the Shaft benign and fharp ; the lafl 
 
 Of Point obtufe, in Lead's dull Metal caft : 
 
 This, in Peneias Breaft the God infixt 
 
 And that in Delius inmoft Vitals mixt. 
 
 Streight all his Soul confeft the am'rous Pairr 
 
 Whilft Daphne does the Thoughts of Love difdain, 
 
 To Woods and lonely Forefls does repair, 
 
 And J)/d7Z-like, a Virgin Huntrefs there, 
 
 The Labour of the Chace is all her Care j 
 
 Like her the maggy Spoils her Shoulders deck 
 
 Whilft a plain Fillet tyes her Ringlets back j 
 
 Oft would her tender Father gently chide 
 
 And urge her to become an happy Bride, 
 
 " Thou ow'ft a Son, my Daughter to my Name, 
 
 " Heir of my Houfe, and Fautor of my Fame, 
 
 " A prat-
 
 federal Qccafio?is, 187 
 
 " A pratling Race of thine I long to fee, 
 " And dance a Grandfon on my aged Knee ; " 
 But me, abhorrent of the Marriage Tye, 
 Hanging around his Neck would thus reply, 
 ( Whilft modeft Blumes crimfon'd o'er her Face, 
 And heighten'd every youthful blooming Grace.) 
 ff Ah to my Wtfh, thou beft of Parents ! give, 
 " A fpotlefs Virgin in the Woods to live ; 
 " Nor be offended at the Boon I crave, 
 . f Such Dian afk'd, and Jove indulgent gave." 
 Thy Father grants thy Suit fond Maid ! but know 
 Thy very Form's repugnant to thy Vow -, 
 Fair as thou art, and made all Hearts to charm, 
 Apollo faw, and hop'd thy Heart to warm, 
 But found his Oracles for onre were vain, 
 Nor could the kind Return he wim'd obtain ; 
 Like Stubble which devouring Flames confume 
 When the ripe Harveft has been gathered home, 
 
 Or
 
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 Or fome dry 1 hicket, which a fiery Brand 
 Thrown from the wand'ring Trav'ler's carelefs 
 
 Hand, 
 
 Enwraps in Blaze, fo burns Apollo s Breaft, 
 
 And hopelefs Love deprives his Soul of Reft : 
 
 Each Grace he views with languifhing Defires, 
 
 And now her neatly carelefs Locks admires, 
 
 How would they charm if deckt with Art ! he cries, 
 
 Heaven ! what refulgent Luftre in her Eyes ! 
 
 Her little Mouth his ravifh'd Senfe alarms, 
 
 Her taper Fingers, and her ilender Arms, 
 
 " If fuchthe Beauties to the Sight reveal'd, 
 
 " What are the namelefs Beauties yet conceal'd ! 
 
 But foon as he approaches, off me flies, 
 
 Nor to his flatt'ring Words a Word replies ; 
 
 <f Ah flop my Dear, my lovely Daphne ftay ! 
 
 " Still as he follow'd would Apollo fay, 
 
 " Why flys my Charmer with fuch Speed away r 
 
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 federal Occafans. 189 
 
 ct So fly the fearful Sheep, the Wolves before, 
 
 <f So flies the Hind, from the fierce Lyon's Roar, 
 
 " So Doves, when by rapacious Eagles chac'd, 
 
 " With trembling Pinions beat the airy Wafte j 
 
 " Thefe fly their Foes, not fuch am I to you* 
 
 < With gentleft Love, not Hatred I purfue. 
 
 " Ah ! how thy giddy Flight my Soul alarms, 
 
 " Leaft falling thou ftioulft tear thy tender Arms, 
 
 " And I become the Author of thy Harms. 
 
 < Stop fimple Maid ' you know not whom you fly, 
 
 <{ No Mountain Boor, no ruftick Swain am I, 
 
 t Still fly'ft thou ! Mighty Jove himfelf s my Sire, 
 
 " Doubt'ft thou the Truth ? of whom thou wilt 
 
 enquire j 
 
 " Me Delphos, Claros, T^enedos obey, 
 " And Patar<za$ Region owns my Sway, 
 " Each Truth in dark Futurity conceal'd, 
 <{ By my omnifcient Pow'rto Light's reveal'd, 
 
 'Tis 
 
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 " 'Tis mine, harmonious Numbers to i'rifpirey 
 * { Andjoiri foft Accents to the tuneful Lyre, 
 tc Well fkill'd am I to throw th' unerring Daft, 
 " He only more, who wounds my loveiick Heart - 3 - 
 " Mine is the healing Art, me Mortals call 
 " Patron of Health thro'out this earthly Ball, 
 " To me each healing Simple's Pow'r is known, 
 " Alas ! that Love eludes their Pow'r alone. 
 " Ah wretched Arts ! that every 111 fuffice, 
 ct But only his-from whom you took your Rife.-" 
 
 1 his, and much more the fond Purfuer faid, 
 Unheard, unheeded, of the haft'ning Maid, 
 She with urrbated Swiftnefs wings her Flight, 
 E'en in that Swiftnefs lovely to the Sight ; 
 Bar'd of their Covering by the wanton Wind, 
 Her beauteous Limbs mew'd now all uncohiin'd, 
 And her loofe Locks wav'd careleflly behind ; 
 
 Whilfl
 
 fevered Occafans, 191 
 
 Whilft the young God fir'd with her Charms, l 
 
 difdains I 
 
 Longer in fruitlefs Words to wafte his Pains, > 
 But mends his Pace, and fcours along the Plains. J 
 So the fleet Greyhound when a Hare he views, 
 O'er Fields, and Lawns, the ftarted Game purfues, 
 Eager for Prey, his utmoft Speed he tries, 
 Whilft me for Safety, no lefs fwiftly flies, 
 Now he appears her Footfteps to devour, 
 Crowds clofe behind, and has her in his Pow'r, 
 Doubtful me runs, and as he nearer draws, 
 Now feels his Bite, now pants beneath his Paws, 
 Till fpringing forward with redoubled Pace, 
 Sh' eludes his Gripe, and leaves him in the Chace< 
 Thus with the God and with the Nymph it fares, 
 Love lends him Speed, and Fear redoubles her's. 
 But Love at length the more fuccefsful proves, 
 Swift, and more fwift, the fond Purfuer moves, 
 
 Footftep
 
 192 POEMS on' 
 
 Footftep by Footftep treads, all Reft denys, 
 Winds as me winds, and follows where {he flys, 
 Treads on her Heels, and gathers on her Back, 
 And even breaths upon the Locks that wanton in 
 
 her Neck. 
 
 Panting and breathlefs now, tir'd with the Chace, 
 Faint grows the Nymph, the Colour leaves her 
 
 Face; 
 
 When as her Sire Peneius Stream me fpies, 
 
 Thus in the Anguifh of her Soul me cries, 
 
 If Mortals thee a Godhead truly name, 
 
 All Father ! faveme from impending Shame, 
 
 And thou oh facred Earth ! propitious hear 
 
 This once, an helplefs Maiden's earneft Pray'r, 
 
 Or open qitick, and take me to thy Arms, 
 
 Or chansre this Form which fo deftruftive charms. 
 
 o 
 
 Scarce the fair Fugitive thefe Words had laid, 
 When o'er her Limbs a fudden Numbnefs fpread, 
 
 A flender
 
 feveral Occafans. 193 
 
 A lender Bark round her foft Bofom grows, 
 Her Hairs to Leaves are turn'd, her Arms to Boughs,* 
 Thofe nimble Feet which late outftrip'd the Wind, 
 Within a fluggim Root are now connn'd, 
 A leafy Summit fhades her beauteous Face, 
 And nought remains of Daphne but the Grace 1 ; 
 Yet no lefs charming to the God appears, 
 The changed Virgin in the Form me wears, 
 Round the frefh Trunk his folding Arms he twin'd, 
 Where the warm Heart yet throbb'd within the 
 
 Rindj 
 
 But when he prefs:'d it to his Bofom clofe, 
 And in fond Raptures a warm Kifs beftows, 
 The Tree indignant of the am'rous Blifs, 
 Shrunk inward, and declin'd the profFer'd Kifs. 
 When Ptzan thus, tho' adverfe Fate deny'd, 
 The fweet Poffeflion of fo fair a Bride *, 
 Yet flialt thou ever be my fav'rite Tree, 
 For ever lov'd, for ever priz'd by me ! 
 
 O Ti
 
 194 POEMS 'on 
 
 Thy Leaves my Hair, and tuneful Lyre mall deck, 
 And grace the rattling Quiver at my Back j 
 Thou malt the Brow of conqu'ring Chiefs adorn, 
 As with glad Triumphs thro' the City born, 
 They in long Pomp die Capitol afcend, 
 'Midlt Shouts of Joy that Heaven's wide Arches 
 
 rend ; 
 
 Nor that alone, thou at Augujlus Gate 
 A faithful Guard, and Ornament malt wait, 
 Where near thee plac'd jfove's venerable Tree, 
 Secure from Danger, mall protected be : 
 And as the flowing TrelTes which I wear, 
 Guiltleis of Change,* for ever youthful are, 
 So mall thy leafy Honours flill retain, 
 A deathlefs Verdure, and perpetual Green. 
 I le faid, obedient to the God's Decree, 
 A lafting Foliage crowns his fav'rite Tree !" 
 The Nymph, contented with the Honours paid, 
 Bow'd with majem'c Grace her verdant Head. 
 
 Augujlus
 
 fever at Qccafions* 195 
 
 Auguflus and P^irgil^ a Tale. 
 
 To give, if we'll Divines believe 
 
 Much better is than to receive, 
 
 And Gifts befpeak the Shame or Honour^ - 
 
 Greatneis orMeannefs of the Donor, 
 
 This We'll illuftrate by a Tale, 
 
 Examples mow, 'where Precepts fail. 
 
 sjUGUSTUSonce, as Stories tell, 
 
 Into a ftrange Quandary fell, 
 For Common Fame that Common Whore,/ 
 Had idly fpread from Door to Door, 
 That he of fome mean Bafe-bof n Groom, 
 And not of Royal Race was come, 
 This flung the Monarch to the Soul, 
 But who can People's Tongues Controul ? 
 
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 196 POEMS on 
 
 A thoufand Schemes perplex'd his Head, 
 
 His Mother long ago was Dead, 
 
 If not, to aik her was a Joke, 
 
 What SHE would here the Truth have fpoke, 
 
 At length however he refolv'd 
 
 To have this Gordian Scruple folv'd 
 
 And in all hafle for VIRGIL fent, 
 
 To give his tortur'd Mirid Content,, 
 
 Who was, as he had heard it faid, 
 
 In Nature's Myfleries deeply read, 
 
 And well, the Pedigree could fcan,. 
 
 Of Animals, why not of Man ? 
 
 The Poet came, the Croud's difmifs'd, 
 
 When Cafar thus the Bard addrefs'd^ 
 
 1 hou know'ft what length my Power extends, 
 
 How far I can oblige my Friends, 
 
 l.Ve heard thy Fame, of all my Court, 
 
 you Hand the fairefl in Report, 
 
 Can
 
 fcveral Occafans. 197 
 
 Can befl explore the fecret Caufe, 
 
 The hidden Source of Nature's Laws, 
 
 The Poet Bows, the King goes on, 
 
 Some fay I am Otfavius' Son, 
 
 Others again dont itick to Swear, 
 
 I am fome meaner Perfon's Heir, 
 
 Long has this doubt perplex'd my Mind, 
 
 And how the real Truth to find, 
 
 Now anfwer truely this I afk, 
 
 And to th' extent my Power but tafk, 
 
 And all that ample Power (hall be, 
 
 Employ'd for thy Felicity. 
 
 Dread King of Men ! the Bard replies, 
 
 May I find Favour in thy Eyes, 
 
 As I have folv'd much weightier Things, 
 
 But who dare tell the Truth to Kings? 
 
 Or who can with Impunity, 
 
 Confront offended Majefty ? 
 
 O 3 Fear
 
 POEMS on' 
 
 Fear nought ! replies the King, nor dare 
 Conceal the Truth, howe'er fevere, 
 For by my Soul, I fwear, to you 
 Nat the leaft Harm (hall thence accrue, 
 Then Virgil thus, but firft intent, 
 On Cajar's Face his Eyes he bent. 
 
 The Man in Nature's Myfteries read ? 
 On fureft Maxims does proceed, 
 And can by Philofophic Light, 
 Divine the Caufe of all things right, 
 Thus to's Refearch is oft Reveal'd, 
 *yVhat to th' unknowing lies Conceal'd 
 But eafiefl of Accefs we find, 
 The Nature's of the Beftial kind ; 
 Hence in the lordly Lyon's Face, 
 We read the fiercenefs of his Rage, 
 
 Hence
 
 fever al Occafans, 199 
 
 Hence in the bounding Colt is feen, 
 His Sire's broad Chefl and flowing Mane, 
 Cum Multis AluSy of that Strain, 
 Not fo it fares with Human kind, 
 Which oft we moft Deceitful find, 
 In vain we ftrive with Pains to trace, 
 Or read their Lineage in their Face, 
 As fair a Form the Beggar owns, 
 As the Prefumptive Heir to Crowns, 
 And oft, well tim'd DifTimulation, 
 Has palm'd Pretenders on a Nation, 
 Who if they had their true Defert, 
 Inftead of Thrones, had grac'd a Cart. 
 There's nothing then by which we can, 
 Judge rightly of that Compound, Man, 
 Actions indeed will fometimes do, 
 But Actions are fallacious too, 
 
 O 4 And
 
 POEMS on 
 
 And he that is the mofl expert, 
 Ne'er yet could Read the Human Heart, 
 Hence you may fee, how hard a tafk, 
 I have, to Anfwer what you afk, 
 But in Obedience tp your Will, 
 Exerted have my utmoft Skill, 
 
 And find here Ctefar flood on Tenters, 
 
 And fcarce to breath an Accent ventures, 
 When fmiling /^/rgvYthus does on, 
 
 I find You are : a Baker's Son, 
 
 Nay ! lift with Patience till I've done > 
 
 My Knowledge here I owe to you, 
 This Judgement from yo'ir felf I drew, 
 For when long fince to Rome there came, 
 In the Crotonian People's name, 
 A Prefent for yourfelf defign'd, 
 'Racers 'twas faid o'th' fleeteft kind, 
 
 My
 
 federal Occafans. 301 
 
 My Judgment of their Worth was alk'd 
 Their real Worth I truly tafk'd, 
 Said each would prove as rank a Jade, 
 As ever Jockey's Hopes betray 'd, 
 
 This Prophecy in time came true, 
 
 , ". -* 
 
 In time my Liege ! 'twas told to you. 
 
 Who as a Royal Gift decreed, 
 
 I mould receive two Loaves of Bread 5 
 
 Now this, when I reflected on, 
 
 Long live ^thought I the Baker's Son ! ' , 
 
 For here I think we fully find, 
 
 Th' old Proverb true kind after kind, 
 
 For who, of Royal Blood, alive, 
 
 ---4 
 
 Would think as Payment, Bread to give, 
 Pardon my Leige ! againft my Will, 
 You forc'd me to exert my Skill. 
 
 Cafar
 
 2O2 POEMS on. 
 
 Ctefar who Wit at all times lov'd, 
 Smil'd at the JcfV, and flood reprov'd, 
 Henceforth, fays he, my Gifts mall {hew, 
 The royal Source from whence they flow, 
 
 * 
 
 Shall give the Lye to babbling Fame, 
 Nor more difgrace O&avius' Name, 
 Thus Saying, he difmis't the Bard, 
 Contented with an high Reward, 
 The Poet took his Leave well pleas'd, 
 The King was of his Scruples eas'd. 
 
 Verfes
 
 federal Occafions. 203 
 
 Verfes on Death from Voiture, 
 
 T^Eath, that in the bloody Field, 
 
 Midft horrid Cries, and dread Alarms,, 
 The Shock of Battle, Clafli of Arms, 
 When in brazen Cuirafs clad, 
 Mounted on a fiery Steed, 
 WildDiforder round you fpread, 
 Such Delights for you did yield. 
 
 Does he not otherwife appear, 
 
 When he with flow Pace draws near, 
 
 Trembling, palid, and all cold, 
 
 Tow'rds fome Wretch, who long has lain, 
 Bed rid, and worn out with Pain, 
 
 And with Life expelling Hold,
 
 204- POEMS on . 
 
 Seizes on his deftin'd Prey, 
 And bears him from his Bed away, 
 Does he then not frightful (hew ! 
 Man of Courage let us know ? 
 
 Fidion
 
 fevzral Occafions. 20$ 
 
 FICTION the Friend to Poefy, 
 From Boileau's Art of Poetry. 
 
 f i ^Hereto enchant Us, ev'ry Art is try'd,' 
 
 All are to Body, Form, and Mind ally'd, 
 Each Virtue (height becomes a Duty, 
 Minerva's Prudence, Venus fome fair She, 
 Thunders no more, from pent-up Air take Birth, 
 'Tis Jove that's arm'd, to fright a guilty Earth j 
 The Storm that fills the Pilot with Amaze, 
 Neptune enrag'd fcourging his vafTal Seas, 
 Echo's no more an Air-^refracted Sound, 
 But a fair Nymph who mourns NarciJJus dfown'd. 
 
 An
 
 206 POEMS on' 
 
 Ttf Vf tK W 
 
 An Idea of Gia/and his Power, 
 From Racine's Tragedy of Efther. 
 
 Loquitur Eft her . 
 
 THat Godi who 1 rules Supreme o'er Heaven, and 
 Earth, 
 Is not what Error paints him to your Eyes, 
 
 Eternal is his Name ! the Wcrld his Work ! 
 
 . 
 
 Propitious he hears the humble's Cry, 
 Wrong'd by the proud OppreiTor's Force,- 
 And from the height of his cxleftial Throne'y 
 Interrogates the Monarchs of the Earth ; 
 Th' Annihilation of proud States to him, 
 Is when he will, but as the mean ErTay, 
 'The fportive Play of his all potent Arm. 
 Vainly 'gainft hi to in feeble League conjoin'd, 
 
 Would
 
 feveral Occafom. 207 
 
 Would all the Princes of the Earth maintain 
 
 Unequal Combat ! what can Kings 'gainfl him J 
 
 To diflipate their Force he but appears, 
 Speaks, and to native Nothing they return 3 
 Before his dreadful Voice Ocean retires 
 
 Aftonied j : 
 
 This mighty Univerfe, extenfive Round f 
 As nothing mews to his unbounded Sight, 
 And Humankind, poor Shuttlecocks of Fate 1 
 Are in his Eyes, as tho' they ne'er had been* 
 
 On
 
 POEM'S off 
 
 On Love and it's Power over all 
 Creatures. 
 
 H 
 
 A Miltonic Effav. 
 
 AIL! Holy Flame ! ^Etherial ElTence hail \ 
 
 Fidt-born of Heaven ! diffuiive Source of 
 
 Blifs f 
 
 Ere from the All-produdive Womb of Time 
 Creation had Exigence, thou waft known ; 
 By thee the Cherub's faered Song's infpir'd, 
 And all their golden Viols tun'd by thee ! 
 By thee are knit th'irrefragable Ba'nds, 
 The mutual Interefts of Father, Son, 
 Sifter, and Brother, Mother, and Daughter too ; 
 By thee are join'd the Twins of Friendihip's Reign 
 In focial Links, where no DiitindUon's known ; 
 
 Who
 
 federal Occafwns* 209 
 
 Who in the dreary Hour of Grief flill {hare 
 
 Each other's Woe, and render it more light, 
 
 Participating mutual : Or if Joy 
 
 Fills cither's Breaft, how doubly is the Blifs 
 
 Augmented, if the Other mares a Part, 
 
 Thus numbering Smile for Smile, and Tear for Tear, 
 
 Aid mutual giving, and receiving, live 
 
 The Soul-concordant Pair. 
 
 Prompted by thee, the Swain feledts a Fair 
 
 From 'midil the rural Train, the Fair, a Swain, 
 
 Each other's Joy ; who aptly pair'd, glide on 
 
 Thro' Life's each Change, the Children of Content} 
 
 In Mind united, and in Heart the fame : 
 
 So fares it where thy milder Sway prevails, 
 
 But when thou'rt abfent, dire Difcords arife 
 
 With jaundic'd Jealoufy, and black Miftrufts, 
 
 Banes ! to each focial Happinefs of Life -, 
 
 No more the lovely-featur'd Face delights, 
 
 P Btit
 
 210 POEMS en 
 
 But in it's Room, caufelefs Diftafte can paint 
 Form hideous, and Soul dark as Erebus ! 
 The dimpling Smile that plays upon the Cheek 
 Of confcious Innocence, the Maiden Blufh, 
 And Life's each unpremeditated Act 
 Mifconftrued, is to dark Defigns afcrib'd. 
 To Man's Society 
 
 Thou'rt not confin'd alone, all, all, alike 
 Thy Power confefs ; the brute Creation bow 
 Subject to thes, nor does the boafted Strength 
 Of Slfrics lordly Savage keep him free 
 From thy Domain ; the Tyger and the Pard, 
 The furly Bear, and fierce Hysena'feel 
 The Sovereign in their Breaft, and yield awhile 
 Their wonted Fiercenefs to thy gentle Call : 
 Or urg'd by thee, the tim'rous Stag is rous'd 
 To fierce Defiance of his Mafier Man, 
 Or with his Mates provokes the horny War ; 
 
 Thee
 
 Jeveral Qccajtohs. 211 
 
 Thee own tlie tuneful People of the Air 
 Infpirer of their Notes, and full of thee, 
 At Noon of Night, the Warbler Philomel, 
 Fills ev'ry Grove with fweetly plaintive Notes, 
 Making Grief lovely ! 
 
 Sacred to thee, from midft their feather'd Tribe 
 A Pair thcu claim'ft, the Emblems of thy Reign, 
 On whom thy choiceft Bleffings are beftow'd. 
 And all their little Life is full of thee. 
 
 By all thou'rt coveted, tho' known to few 
 In thy exalted State ; tho' vainly fome 
 Attempt to wooe thee with a proffer'd Hoard j 
 Senfelefs ! and blind, barter fo mean, and bafe 
 Thou fcorn'fl to make j thyfelf thyfelf alone 
 Can'ft purchafe, every other Price too mean 3 
 The Bed of Down nor gilded Canopy 
 No more attract thee than the Mofs-grown Cot, 
 
 P * Whof*
 
 212 
 
 POEMS on 
 
 Whofe humble Tenant on his Trufs of Straw 
 Feels thee as frequent as his prouder Lord. 
 
 But whither would my Pen ? why wafle I thus 
 The Moments that are gone to come no more, 
 T'enumerate thy Praifes, fcan thy Pow'r ? 
 When on the Life-mov'd Heart, the feeling Soul 
 With Mem'ry's furer Pencil 'graves it deep. 
 
 A Pro-
 
 feveral Occafans. 213 
 
 A Prologue, written for the Siege 
 
 of Damafcus, performed by 
 
 Gentlemen of the Navy for their 
 
 Diverfion, at St. John's^ New- 
 
 foundland. Monday ^September 23. 
 
 >"T^O Virtue's Charms to add the Pow'r of Art, 
 
 And fteal Inftrudlion to the feeling Heart, 
 To call the tender Tear from Pity's Eye, 
 And bid the Bofom fympathetic figh, 
 To mew what Deeds from Love's foft Paffion rife, 
 What Valour dares, when Beauty is the Prize, 
 What Lengths Ambition heedleflly can run, 
 'Till by it's own deftrudive Schemes undone. 
 
 P 3 From
 
 POEMS on 
 
 From diflant Climes, a Tale we bring to Night, 
 In hopes alike to Profit, and Delight. 
 
 In this Attempt, your Clemency we afk, 
 To bear us boldly thro' th* advent'rous Tafk, 
 Confcious alas ! how weak our fond EfTay, 
 How hard to render Juflice to our Play, 
 To fpeak our Author's Sentiments aright, 
 Or place his Pajjwns in their firiking Light. 
 But fmce the 1 heme we chufe deferves your Care, 
 Ye generous Circle of the Brave, and Fair ! 
 If Faults in our Performance mould occur, 
 Since w, as #//, are liable to err, 
 Impute our Failings to their rightful Caufe, 
 And judge with Mercy, tho' by Reafon's Laws. 
 -f- But how mall he approach the injur'd Fair, 
 Who dares this Night their lovely Semblance wear? 
 
 Attempts 
 
 t -Alluding to thje Part of EUDOCEA, which was play'd by a 
 -iuu Gentleiaan.
 
 federal Occafions. 215 
 
 Attempts their Pow'r unlimited, to fcan, 
 And with their Image decks their VafTal Man ? 
 Salmoneus thus, from his proud Car above, 
 Once feign'd the Thunder of immortal Jove, 
 . Till Heaven incens'd the impious Deed beheld, 
 And real "1 huncer the proud Boafter quell'd. 
 
 Within, our Culprit trembling with his Fear 
 Awaits his Doom, unwilling to appear 
 'Till your kind Smiles a better Fate declare. 
 Then let us All a patient Hearing claim, 
 Nor prepofTefs'd againft a Sailors Name, 
 Deem the foft Arts to Neptune's Sons unknown, 
 Confm'd to Ocean's dreary Wafte alone, 
 Lo ! Britain's Naval Chiefs afTert their Due, 
 Who rule her Fleets, and aid her Councils too. 
 
 P 4 This
 
 216 POEMS on 
 
 This for our felves, Our Bard's immortal Name, 
 Blooms ever fair, confign'd to deathlefs Fame -, 
 His modeft Verfe no ribald Flights profane, 
 The Scribblers Refuge, and the Mufe's Strain ! 
 Here facred Truths in pureft Didion mine, 
 Pelight inftrudtive, and in every Line, 
 At once the Morals, and the Tafte refine. 
 Then this Atonement for our Errors take, 
 And fpare the Player for the Poefs Sake. 
 
 EPILOGUE
 
 fever at Qccaftons. 217 
 
 EPILOGUE to the fame Play, fpo- 
 ken by Mr. G. A. *T. in the 
 Character of CALED, 
 
 (Speaking as he enters.) 
 
 rr^RIFLERS avaunt! I fwearit (hall not be 
 Away ! and' leave the Epilogue to me. 
 
 (Advancing to the Front of the Stage.) 
 
 From Heaps of flaughter'd Dead fee Caled come ! 
 To fnatch this Play from it's impending Doom j 
 Our Witlings of within, had rack'd their Brain, 
 To form an Epilogue in th' ufual Strain, 
 Where Sterling Senfe had imitated been, 
 By mimic Laughter, and by Jeft obfcene, 
 
 Where
 
 2i8 POEMS on- 
 
 Where lufcioits Thoughts th' unwary Heart betray'd, 
 Whilft artful Leers the double Senfe convey 'd. 
 
 Enrag'd I faw their Scheme, and hold ! 
 Can real Wit by Tinfel be fupply'd ? 
 Will honeft Britons ever tamely bear, 
 This equal Infult on their Heart and Ear ? 
 By mighty ALLAH, no ! their nicer 1 afle 
 In too refin'd a Point of Light is plac'd. 
 
 Amaz'd they heard me talk ! and laughing, {wore, 
 That never Mortal was mifbken more ; 
 CUSTOM, in all Times prevalent, faid tb^y^ 
 Has flill allotted to each Tragic Play, 
 The Epilogue, replete with merry Sneer, 
 From each fair Eye to wipe the ftarting Tear, 
 From the touch'd Soul the heaving Sigh to Shame, 
 And fend All home as merry as they came. 
 
 And
 
 feulral Occafions. 219 
 
 And is it io ? Muft then the moral Stage, 
 Defign'd the Terror of a vicious Age, 
 The Pandar to it's reigning Vices be, 
 
 And bribe Applaufe with fulfome Ribaldry ? 
 At Virtue's Coil extort precarious Smiles, 
 
 And owe it's Merit to deceptive Wiles ? 
 No ! you as Englijkmen, as Men of Senfe, 
 Will never fo iniquitous difpenfe 
 Your Praife, referv'd for the deferving Few, 
 To real Merit it alone is due. 
 
 Secure in this, I fearlefs dare approach, 
 Our Author's Beauties for my Boldnefs vouch, 
 No Self-fiifficient Merit here has Part, 
 Nor claim we your Applaufe from our Defert, 
 No Carriers here, no Barry 's Graces fhine, 
 That pleafe with Energy almoil: divine, 
 
 Unfkill'd
 
 220 POEMS on- 
 
 Unfldll'd the foft Alarm like them, to give, 
 Or bid the animated Sentence live, 
 Suffice it, that our beft we've ftrove to do, 
 How we've fucceeded, we fubmit to You. 
 
 SEVEN
 
 SEVEN 
 
 Dramatic Epiftles. 
 
 r^r^ f^?^/^ ?**{/*{ r*\r'*\r*\r***f^ /**\ /**{&*{&*{&*{&*{ &^r^r*\&*\ &*\ f*^r^
 
 sift
 
 feveral Occafions. 223 
 
 The Argument to Ep. I. from 
 Chamont to Senna. 
 
 CJ-Limcnt a young Gentlement, bred up by 
 Acafto, an antient and rich Nobleman of 
 Bohemia, as his own Son, upon the Death of his 
 Father (who was a particular Friend of Acajlo^ 
 and his Companion in the Wars,) was by that 
 Nobleman fent into the Army, and made feveral 
 Campaigns with great Honour. At his Return 
 Home, he confefs'd the Paflion he had entertain- 
 ed for the young and beautiful Sertna, the only 
 Daughter of his Patron, and obtaining his Con- 
 fent, marry'd her. Here the Dramatick Poet 
 leaves them, and here we take them up. 
 
 Clamont is in this Epiftle fuppos'd to have been 
 call'd away to attend upon the King his Mailer 
 in a fudden Expedition, immediately upon his 
 Marriage, and before he had Time to take Pof- 
 fefTicn of his lovely Bride ; after an Abfence of 
 little more than a Year, at the breaking up of the 
 
 Campaign,
 
 224 POEMS on 
 
 Campaign, the Army returns home ; when this 
 young Bridegroom burning with Impatience to 
 hear from his dear Wife, and finding himfelf 
 likely to be detained fome 1 ime in the Camp, 
 by the Duties of his Poft, writes the following 
 Letter ; wherein we remark, the tender anxious 
 Doubts, naturally incident to a young Bride- 
 groom, who has not yet fecured the laft Reward 
 of an affiduous Love; and after having expreffed 
 fome tender Fears leaft Abfence, together with 
 the Gaieties and Allurements of a Court Life, 
 might have render'd him lefs dear to the fair 
 Partner of his Heart ; he at length comforts 
 himfelf on recollecting, her AiTurances of Con- 
 flancy at parting, and excufing himfelf for not 
 coming in Perfon, from the Obligation he lays 
 under to attend the King, during his Stay in the 
 Field, concludes with Prayers for her Welfare,, 
 and Aflurances of repairing fpeedily to her Arms, 
 
 Epiftle
 
 feveral Qcc&fwns. 2,25 
 
 3HE 
 
 Epiftle I." Chamont to Serina. 
 
 T7* ROM Noife of Battles, and from Toils of War, 
 From horrid Slaughter and tumultuous Jarr > 
 trom bloody Fields, where Thirft of Ruin burn* 
 
 To lov'd Serina, her Chamont returns -, 
 
 '} 
 Returns, and with him brings an Heart fincere, 
 
 To the dear Object of his anxious Care j 
 
 But leaft too fudden the Surprize fhou'd prove^ 
 
 Firft fends this Proxy of enquiring Love. 
 
 Tell me, Serina / Emprefs of my Soul, 
 PofTefs I ftill thy Heart, poffefs it whole ? 
 Intrudes no rival Image there befide 
 To fhare with me th' AfFedlion of my Bride ? 
 
 (Forgive
 
 226 POEMS ' on 
 
 (Forgive the Doubt, my Fair, tho' harm it prove, 
 Since greateft Doubts (till fpring from trueft Love.) 
 Haft thou admitted no delufive Gueft 
 In all the Arts of fweet Perfwafion dreft, 
 Soft in thy Ear to breathe the am'rous Tale 
 (For oh Senna ! Woman's Heart is frail) 
 Whilft I far diftant, of thy Sight bereft 
 Trufted th' Tmpreffion in thy Bofom left : 
 Where I fo oft my ardent Vows have breath'd, 
 And to it's Care the Caufe of Love bequeath'd. 
 Call'd by the hoftile Trumpet's loud Alarms 
 When I was forced an Exile from thy Arms, 
 And left untafted all thy bridal Charms. 
 Thus to Chamont his dear Senna vow'd, 
 Whilft from her Eyes the briny Torrent flow'd. 
 " And wilt thou go ? the lovely Mourner cry'd, 
 " And can 'ft thou leave me thus a widow'd Bride ? 
 
 Firft 
 
 En
 
 federal Occajions. 227 
 
 * { Firfl take my Life ! for what is Life to me 
 
 " Of Soul depriv'd, Chamont ! depriv'd of thee ? 
 
 tc But hear the Vow, which now to Heaven I make, 
 
 " To Heaven and thee ; for ever for thy fake 
 
 " From all the World, a fad Reclufe to live, 
 
 *' Ceafelefs to mourn, and comfortlefs to grieve j 
 
 " And if a Wifh but what's for thee arife, 
 
 " 'Till thou again {halt blefs my longing Eyes, 
 
 " May I the Outcafl of my Sex become, 
 
 " May Age and Sicknefs blaft my early Bloom $ 
 
 " May I at laft, the wond'rous Curfe to feal, 
 
 < The direful Weight of Chamont* Hatred feel !" 
 
 Then didft thou vow, O faireft of thy Kind ! 
 (The melting Moment's prefent to my Mind 
 Unmans my Soul, and in my fwelling Eyes, 
 Spite of myfelf the tender Drops arife. ) 
 
 Thus
 
 228 POEMS on 
 
 Thus didfl thou vow ! and can I thee diftruft ? 
 No ! furely thou of all thy Sex art juft, 
 Unlkill'd art thou, in each delufive Art, 
 And where thou giv'ft thy Hand, thou giv'ft thy 
 
 Heart. 
 
 But now on Wings of Love Chamont prepares 
 To feek with thee, a Balm for all his Cares ; 
 Thee ! dear Reward of all his Labours paft, 
 He feeks, and feeks thee, with a Bridegroom's hafte. 
 But oh ! the Curfe of Greatnefs imps my Flight, 
 Retards my Bliis, and bars me from Delight. 
 In vain the lagging Hours I curfe, ftill bound 
 To bow reluctant in the courtly Round, 
 And grudge, Ingrate ! fuch Change from loving 
 
 Springs, 
 
 7 he leaft of Service to the beft of Kings ! 
 And whilft the reft with chearful Hearts attend 
 Their glorious Monarch, I, in Silence bend 
 
 My
 
 fever al Occafions. 229 
 
 My downcaft Eyes, amidft the Triumphs mourn, 
 Like widow'd Turtles, 'till their Mates return. 
 Each Hour I'm abfent 'doubles to my Sight, 
 The Day how tedious ! and how long the Night ! 
 'Till with thy Prefence I again am bleft, 
 Charm'd with thy Tongue, and to thy Bofom preft ! 
 Then to the Winds I'll give each idle Care, 
 And fix my rapt'rous Ne plus ultra there. 
 
 Till then, foft Angels guard thy peaceful Breaft ! 
 Be thou but conftant, and Chamont is bleft ! 
 
 The
 
 230 POEMS on 
 
 The Argument to Eplftle II. from 
 Senna to Chamont. 
 
 " ^ 1NA having received the foregoing Epi- 
 itie from her Hufband, at a Time, when 
 h.-.'ing fecreted herfelf from all Company, pur- 
 pofeiy to preferve herfelf blamelefs, till his Re- 
 turn, me thought herfelf entitled to the higheft 
 Degree of Regard from him ; was not a little 
 chagrin'd, (after having given way to the firft 
 Transports of hearing that her Lord was arrived 
 in Safety) at finding fome Hints in his Letter that 
 feem'd injurious to her Fidelity, which tho' they 
 proceeded purely from an Excefs of Love, yet 
 were fo wounding to a Heart turn'd like her's, 
 that /he immediately anfwers his Letter by the 
 following, wherein, after fufficiently clearing her- 
 felf from all Imputations by an Account of the 
 reclufe Life (he had led in his Abfence, me falls 
 upon a tender Recrimination, which however me 
 at length drops, upon reflecting how kind and 
 .faithful he had always been to her, and what 
 
 Prote-
 
 fever al Occafions. 231 
 
 Protections of lafting Fidelity he had made her 
 at parting, and at laft concludes with Prayers for 
 his Safety, and Entreaties that he would haften to 
 her. 
 
 The Characters in this and the foregoing Epi- 
 ftle are found in the beautiful Tragedy of the 
 Orphan^ or the Unhappy Marriage, written by 
 Mr. T. Otivay, in the Year 1680. 
 
 The Part of Chamont, is generally performed 
 by that great Rofcius of the Englijh Stage, Mr. 
 Garrick, in a Manner peculiar to himfelf. For 
 to attempt an adequate Defcription of his Excel- 
 lence in any Character he undertakes, would re- 
 quire a Pen as much furpafTing mine as himfelf 
 goes beyond moil of his theatric Cotemporaries. 
 
 As to the Part of Senna, it is of fo very little 
 Confequence in the Drama, that the Role is ufu- 
 ally the Lot of fome Actrefs who has not yet 
 iignaliz'd herfelf on the Theatre. An Excufe for 
 having made choice of fuch a Character for an 
 Epiftle has been already made in the Preface. 
 
 Ep. IT.
 
 232 POEMS on 
 
 Ep. II. Senna to Chamont. 
 
 I ^ HUS to Chfimont, whilfl fervent Love indites, 
 His faithful Bride, his true Senna writes. 
 
 Since frpm thy dear lov'd Copverfation torn, 
 In cruel Abfence have I learnt to mourn 
 The lonely Tenant of a widow'd Bed, 
 With thee Chamont ! each Joy and Pleafure fled 
 A ftupid Dullnefs hangs on every Senfe, 
 And each frefli Object brings a frefh Offence. 
 No more, as erft, I feck the Evening Walk, 
 To chace the IJng'ring Hours in pleafing Talk ; 
 No more I make the bufy World my Care, 
 Deep wrapt in Apathy to all that's there. 
 
 But
 
 feveral Occafans. 233 
 
 But fick of Light I fhun the gladfome Day, 
 
 And wafte in fallen Gloom the chearlefs Hours 
 
 away. 
 
 At length indulgent Heaven has heard my Pray r, 
 And fends thee back to {often my Delpair. 
 
 i 
 
 When firft thy well-known Writing met my 
 
 Eyes, 
 
 Unable to fupport the fweet Surprize, 
 O'ercome with Joy too exquifite to bear, 
 My Blifs-fraught Soul difTolv'd to native Air. 
 But when at length to Senfe and Life reftor'd 
 I read your cruel Doubts j conceive my Lord ! 
 What Daggers {truck my Heart at ev'ry Word 
 And can Chamont, I cry'd, diftruft he's lov'd ! 
 Have I for this the Pangs of Abfence prov'd, 
 For this have I fuftain'd a tedious Year, 
 Griefs great as human Conftancy could bear ? 
 My bridal Faith inviolate maintain'd 
 Thus by injurious Doubts to have it ftain'd ? 
 
 Tell
 
 234 POEMS on 
 
 Tell me, from which of all my A&ions pail, 
 Could'ft thou once draw a Sanction for this laft, 
 This cruel doubt, oh thou ungentle Youth ! 
 Of thy Sennas Conftancy and Truth ? 
 But well I fee, Diflembter as thou art ! 
 Too well fome other Maid has ftolen my Part, 
 And reigns the Miftrefs of thy wav'ring Heart. 
 Whilfl in her Ear, thou breath 'fl the am'rous Tale, 
 ("For oh Chamont ! the Heart of Man is frail,") 
 But learn myinjur'd Soul, thy Wrongs to bear, 
 Cbamont inflicts the Stroke, the Hand revere. 
 
 When firft my Father bid me thee regard, 
 As one he meant ere long to make my Lord, 
 Pleas'd I furvey'd the Beauties of thy Face, 
 Where Female foftnefs fate with Manly grace, 
 But when thou fpeak'ft, not Africs fpicy Coaft, 
 Did e'er fuch Aromatic Sweetnefs boafl ! 
 
 How
 
 fever al Occajions. 235 
 
 How moving ! how refiftlefs were thy Sighs ! 
 
 How foft thy Tongue \ how very foft thy Eyes! 
 
 When at my Feet a Supplicant you knelt, 
 
 And fweetly told the am'rous Pain you felt ; 
 
 Spite of my Sex's Coynefs, andDifdain, 
 
 I bow'd thy Victim, and confefs'd thy Chain, 
 
 And blefs'd a Choice which fo concordant prov'd, 
 
 To fix him mine, whom of all Men I lov'd ; 
 
 But lo ! when blefs'd with all that Heaven could give. 
 
 With thee I thought, whole Years of Blifs to live, 
 
 Then when bright Hymen held his Torch on high, 
 
 And all around breath'd Harmony, and Joy, 
 
 The geneal God was fcar'd by War's Alarms, 
 
 And thou waft fnatch'd from my expecting Arms, 
 
 Too rigidly didfl Honour's Voice obey, 
 
 And from thy Virgin Bride bore all her Dues away. 
 
 Frantic I rav'd, a Prey to wild defpair, 
 
 When thus thou gentle ftrov'ft to footh my Care, 
 
 As
 
 236 POEMS on' 
 
 As on thy Neck like Niobe I hung, 
 
 DifTolv'd in Tears, thus with thy tuneful Tongue, 
 
 In melting Accents, didft thou chear my Soul, 
 
 And for a while the Storm of Grief controuL 
 
 Ct Ceafe, ceafe; Serina ! wound not thus my Heart, 
 
 " With thy foft Plaints ! tho' doom'd a while to part, 
 
 ct Still thy dear Image will Chamont retain, 
 
 " To (hield from Danger, in the hoftile Plain, 
 
 " And as amidft the deathful Ranks I rove, 
 
 " That dear-lov'd Image my Defence fhall prove, 
 
 " Which if I e'er forget, may vengeful Fate 
 
 " Purfue me (till with unrelenting Hate, 
 
 tc May in the Hour of Fight, a Coward's Name, 
 
 " Blaft all my Lawrels, and deface my Fame ! 
 
 " May Death, ^or what is worfe than Death enfuc, 
 
 " May I Serina ! be contemn'd by You." 
 
 Thus to high Heaven and Me thus did'ft thou fvvear, 
 
 And can I, dare I, think thee infmcere ? 
 
 No!
 
 feveral Occafions* 237 
 
 No ! as of all thy Sex thou loveli'ft art, 
 
 So hail thou fure Chamont the trueft Heart ! 
 
 And flill methinks I'm not of Hopes bereft, 
 
 Some fmall remains of Love as yet are left, 
 
 As yet you feem to think I may be true, 
 
 How juft that Thought, ye holy Pow'rs ! be you, 
 
 Be you, ye Guardians of the Nuptial Tye ! 
 
 To whom fo oft I've urg'd my widow'd Cry, 
 
 Be all Heaven's Hoft ! a witnefs to the Truth, 
 
 Who know how much, how dear I've lov'd this 
 
 matchlefs Youth. 
 
 Why lags Chamont ! why mak'ft thou this Delay ? ; 
 Come, come, my Lord ! my Hufband haile away* 
 'Tis Love invites, the gentle call obey ? 
 Leave trivial Gradeur to th' Ambitious mind, 
 Can trivial Grandeur wifhing Lovers bind ? 
 Ah did thy Heart with half my Wimes pant, 
 Thou would'ft not fure, a greater Motive want ! 
 
 Hafte
 
 238 J?QEUS on 
 
 Hafte ! where thy Bride with Expectation burns, 
 Till the dear Monarch of her Soul returns, 
 From thee, Cbamont> me waits her Bridal due, 
 The genial Bed is drefl, there wants but you ! 
 Why lags my Lord ? why mak'ft thou this delay ! 
 Come, come, my Spoufe ! my Charmer hafte 
 
 away, 
 
 'Tis Love invites, the gentle call obey. 
 
 Till then farewell ! Till I again fhall view 
 My Joy my Comfort, and my all in you ! 
 May watchful Angels hover round thee flill, 
 Protect in Danger, and fecure from 111 ! 
 Be their peculiar Care to guard thy Life, 
 And bring thee back in Safety to thy Wife, 
 Then will I give a loofe tofoft Delight, 
 And with thy Beauties feafl my raptur'd Sight, 
 Then bid thy troubled Soul know balmy reft, 
 Cbamont is Conftant, and Sennas bleft. 
 
 The
 
 federal Occafions. 239 
 
 The Argument to Ep. III. from 
 Andromache to Pyrrhus. 
 
 /jNdromache the Widow of Heflor, and 
 !*^ Daughter of Priam, King of Troy, was at the 
 taken of that famous City, given by Lof, together 
 with her Son Aftyanax, then an Infant, to Pyrrhus 
 King of Epirus y and by him carry 'd into that 
 Country ; he foon fell in. Love with his fair Cap- 
 tive, and us'd all the means in his Power, (to the 
 referve of Force,) to make her hearken to his 
 Flame ; She however retains the Love for her 
 deceas'd Lord's Memory inviolable, and bravely 
 refifts all the Monarch's Attacks. 
 
 At this Time, Pyrrhus had in his Court a Prin- 
 cefs of Greece nam'd Hermione Daughter of Me-* 
 nelaus and Helen, to whom he had been publick- 
 ly betroth'd, and who only waited the Ratification 
 of his Promife, her neverthelefs he flights, blind- 
 ed as he was with this new Paffion. The States 
 of Greece alarm'd at this, fend Orejies Son of^ga- 
 
 memnon
 
 240 POEMS on 
 
 memnon King of Mycente, to demand of Pyrrbusj 
 the Execution of his Con trad:, and at the fame 
 Time to iniift upon having the young Aftyanax 
 delivered up to them, as thinking it dangerous ta 
 have any of the Race of Priam furvive the Fall 
 t>f that Houfe and Kingdom. 
 
 The beauteous Widow thrown into Defpair at 
 the profpecT: of loiing her darling Child, now en- 
 deavours to ufe all her Power over Tyrrbus, in 
 Order to prevail with him to preferve her Son 
 from the Fury of the Greeks ; for this purpofe 
 fhe fend him the following Epiflle, wherein after 
 having expatiated on the numberlefs Obligations 
 he had conferr'd on her and her's, in favingThem 
 from the general Ruin that fell upon Trey, and 
 granting them an Azylum in his Court j She art-* 
 fully infmuates how very derogatory to his Good- 
 nefs and Wifdom, it would be to give them up 
 at laft to a fet of Ambitious blood thirfty Men, as 
 fhe terms the Greeks : In this Letter however 
 fhe carefully avoids any mention of the Paffion he 
 jhad declar'd for herfelf, or her Repugnance there- 
 to, but after having employ'd all the Pathetic 
 Rhetoric fhe was Miftreis of y to' win him on her 
 Side, concludes with an earneft Requeft, that if 
 he refolv'd to yield up Ajlyanax, he would by 
 
 nrft
 
 fever al Occafions* 241 
 
 firfl taking away her Life, fave her the Agony 
 of feeing her beloved Son fall a Sacrifice to the 
 Fury of his Enemies. 
 
 This Character is taken from a celebrated Tra- 
 gedy call'd the Diftrefs'd Mother, written by Mr. 
 Phillips, in the Year 1711. 
 
 The Part of Andromache has been play'd to 
 Admiration, by feveral excellent ActrefTes, efpe- 
 cialiy Mrs. Woffington, and Mrs. Cibber, who never 
 fai'i'd to exact that (howery Tribute of Praife from 
 the Audience, which no Adulation can counterfeit 
 but is truly the Effect of a iympathifing Soul, 
 touch'd with the lively Reprefentation of Illuftri- 
 6us Perfonages in Diftrefs.
 
 242 POEMS on 
 
 Ep. III. Andromache to Pyrrhus. 
 
 WITH Grief diflrafted, and with Sorrows 
 wild, 
 
 Jufl come from weeping o'er her darling 
 
 Child, 
 
 The Sport of Fortune, Heffors widow'd Wife, 
 Compell'd to wage a too unequal Strife, 
 Prefumes in Nature's Caufe at length to fpeak, 
 Arid plead with Pyrrbtis 'gainft the bloody Greek, 
 Whilflfor a Life far dearer than her own, 
 Thus proftrate bows before the Victor's Throne, 
 The Captive Mother for her helplefs Son. 
 
 On that dread Night, the Source of all my WoeT 
 When Grecian Wiles laid mighty Ilium low, 
 And P Harris haplefs Houfe to Ruin left, 
 Sunk, of it's Guardian Lares' Aid bereft, 
 
 When
 
 fever al Occafions. 243 
 
 When you my Lord, the inmoft Dome explor'd, 
 And made a PalTage with your conqu'ring Swbrd, 
 You found Me by the Flames' funonnding Light, 
 Amidft my trembling Maids, half dead wfth Fright, 
 Oh ev'ry Face Defpair, and Anguifh fate. 
 With fad Expectance of approaching Fate, 
 Clasp'd in my Arms, I held great Hettors Son, 
 Refolv'd with him each Rifque of Life to run,* 
 Low at thy Knees with ftreeming Eyes I bent, 
 And thus, with all the Pow'rs that Nature lent, 
 Or Love-parental could infpire, I ftrove, 
 1 hy Pity for my helplefs Babe to move ; 
 <{ Accept O Proxy ! of all gracious Heaven 
 f< I cry'd, to whom altho' a Greek tis given, 
 " The laft remains of Priam's wretch'd Race, ' 
 " To fave from Ruin, and from foul difgrace, 
 c< Accept what Thanks, a Captive Queen can give r 
 " Who to thy Mercy owes, that yet me lives, 
 
 R 2 " But
 
 244 POEMS on 
 
 11 But would'ft thou crown this gen'rous A<5t, O 
 
 grant, 
 
 " This fond Requeft ! the Sum of ev'ry Want, 
 
 " O fave his Life ! my laft furviving Joy ! 
 
 <c I faid, &id pointed to my Infant Boy." 
 
 When gufhing Tears my fault'ring Speech fuppreft, 
 
 And down I funk, with Grief, and Woe oppreft, 
 
 Me thus dejected, with a pitying Look 
 
 A while you view'd, then comforting befpoke, 
 
 " No more thus prefs'd beneath your Sorrows bend, 
 
 " But in your Victor fee a tender Friend, 
 
 <c Preierve my Soldiers ! royal Hectors Wife, 
 
 " And guard the young Ajlyanatfs Life, 
 
 " As your own Safeties you would prize, obey, 
 
 " And fafe from Dangers, hear them hence away." 
 
 Thus did'il thou, Pyrrhus ? take us to thy Care, 
 
 Removed our Terrors and difpell'd our Fear, 
 
 And gently fmooth the rugged Front of War. 
 
 For
 
 feveral Qccajions. 245 
 
 For this, do I, to Heaven, ftill proftrate bow, 
 
 Stiil for thy fafety, breath the fervent Vow, 
 
 For this the Widow's and the Orphan's Cry, 
 
 Afcend in daily BlefTmgs to the Sky, 
 
 Can'ft thou then, at Ambition's fell Command, 
 
 With the Aflarlin's Poniard arm thy Hand ! 
 
 Or did'ft thou fave Us, from thefe Horrors pafr, 
 
 To give Us up a Prey to Grief at laft ? 
 
 Far, far, be fuch a Thought from Pyrrbu? Breaft, 
 
 Where Juftice reigns, and Pity fits confeft. 
 
 Can cruel Policy foft Mercy bind ? 
 Do rules of State unhumanize the mind ? 
 That thus the mighty Chiefs of Greece combine, 
 By folemn EmbafTys to alter thine ? 
 Thus urge a King in their united Name, 
 To do an Aft would fully all his Fame, 
 
 R 3 To
 
 24-6 POEA'S OK 
 
 To flab a wretched Heart with frem Alarms, 
 And wrefl the Infant from the Mother's Arms, 
 Stain all -his Glories by one bloody Deed, 
 And bid a helplefe Orphan coolly bleed? 
 
 What fears the Greek from an untutor d Boy ? 
 What can Aftyanax atchieve for Troy ? 
 Think they, he can from Ruin Ilium call, 
 Reflore her Temples, and rebuild her Wall ? 
 Alas ! flic's fallen beyond the reach of Fate, 
 As abject now, #s fhe before was great, 
 But they alas ! pretend to falfe Alarms, 
 They come to fnatch the Trophies of your Arms, 
 Veiling their Malice with the Grecian Caufe, 
 They dare to give Epirus Monarch Laws, 
 Judge you incapable to Act alone, 
 And dictate what fhculd with your Slaves be dpne. 
 
 For
 
 fever at Occajlons. 
 
 For this they fend Orefles to demand 
 The young Aftyanax at Pyrrhns Hand, 
 Pretend th' Allies continual Dangers run, 
 While Hctfors Soul furvives in Ifttfors Son ? 
 (Alas his Royal Sire he fcarcely knew 
 EVe curft Achilles he was flain by you !) 
 Nought but his Blood their Malice will afTuage, 
 The helplefs Innocent muft glut their Rsge ! 
 Ah did I think my forfeit Life would do, 
 How gladly would I die, my Child, for you ! 
 How chearful on th' uplifted Dagger run, 
 And fink well pleas'd to have preferv'd my 
 
 Let then, oh gentle Pyrrbzis ! let him live, 
 Where he no Umbrage to their Pride may give, 
 Far, far, remove him from the round of Courts, 
 Where Cares are fofler'd, and where Ruin fports, 
 R 4 Place
 
 24.8 POEMS on 
 
 Place him, where never was Ambition found, 
 \V;th fome laborious Hind to till the Ground, 
 Who free from Sorrow, innocently gay, 
 Wakes with his ruftick Pipe the chearful Day, 
 There unattended, unadorn'd, may he 
 Forget he fprung from Heffor, or from me ; 
 There let him rove inglorious o'er the Plain, 
 Jfftyanax no more, a rural Swain ! 
 There live contented with his low Eftate, 
 Free from the dazzling Ruin of the Great. 
 Then oh for Pity's Sak^ defend my Boy, 
 And bid the widow'd Heart t9 dance for Joy, 
 .So mall this Deed thy Name immortal raife, 
 And each applauding Nation found thy Praife, 
 The Godlike Victor, generous as brave ! 
 Who knew to conquer, and *who knew to fave. 
 
 Whilfl
 
 feveral Occafans* 
 
 249 
 
 Whilft Mercy, chief of Attributes divine, ~ 
 
 Shall bid thy Fame with double Luftre fhine, , I 
 And with thy own, her deathles Wreath entwine. J 
 
 But if thy cruel Heart this Boon denies, 
 And doom'd by thee the Son of Heflor dies, 
 Ah ! fpare a Mother the diftracling Sight, 
 Firft, firit, deprive her of the hated Light. 
 Content the Greeks, and by one fatal Blow, 
 Lay all the wretched Race of Priam low. 
 
 The
 
 POEMS on 
 
 The Argument to Ep. IV. from 
 Orefles to Hermione. 
 
 OReftes, Son of Agamemnon King of Myce- 
 ntf and Clytemnejira his Queen, had in his 
 youthful Days entertained a great Paffion for Jfrr- 
 mione, Daughter of Mcnelaus, (-by the famous 
 Helen, who was the Occafion of the ten Years 
 Siege of Troy, and final Deftru6tion of that Em- 
 pire) nor did me decline his Gourtfhip, but at 
 length was contracted to him ; neverthelefs af- 
 terwards, upon fome Reafons of State, her Father 
 having thought proper to yield to the Requefr, of 
 Pyrrhus King of Epirus y who had demanded her 
 In Marriage, ihe was accordingly fent to his Court, 
 where me remained fome Time, in continual 
 Expectation of the Day when that Monarch 
 mould perform his Promife, and by efpoufing 
 her, feat her on the Throne of the Epi rots, "and 
 in mort fell defperately in Love with him, forget- 
 ting her former Engagements to Qrcfles. Thi' 1 ; 
 young Prince however being now pitch'd upon 
 
 by
 
 federal Occafans. 251 
 
 by the States of Greece, to go with a great Fleet 
 to the Court of Pyrrhus, to demand the Execu- 
 tion of his Contrail with the Princefs Hermione, 
 and at the fame time to require the Dflivery of 
 Afiyanax, the furviving Son of HecJor by Andro- 
 mache, then a Captive at Epirus, and with whom 
 he was fallen in Love ; after a tedious PafTage, and 
 running feveral eminent Dangers, at laft arrived 
 iii Safety at Epirus, and takes the firft Opportu- 
 nity of writing to her, and reproaching her with 
 her Levity, and Inconstancy to him, endeavour r , 
 jng at the fame time artfully to inlinuate, that as 
 Pyrrhus was enflav'd to his new Paffion for the 
 fair Andromache, it was in vain for her to expect 
 any Juflice from that Prince, or that he would 
 ever agree to give his Hand fo foreign to his 
 Heart. He likewifc ftrives to roufe all the Wo- 
 man in her, and excite a juil Contempt for one 
 who had in fo open a Manner violated the moil 
 folemn Contracts, and then-offers her the Affift- 
 ance of himfelfand the whole Grecian Fleet un- 
 der his Command, to revenge her Wrongs upon 
 the perjur'd King and his whole Empire, or elfe to 
 bear her away from Epiriis, and convey her fafe 
 to her Friends : and laflly, like a true Lover, feedi 
 himfclf with imaginary Hopes that ilie will ac- 
 cept
 
 252 POEMS on 
 
 cept his Offers, and repay his Services by giving 
 herfelf to his Arms. 
 
 We are indebted for this Character to the fame 
 Play, as for the foregoing one. 
 
 The Part of Orefles is play r d by Mr. Barry, 
 in fo mafterly a Manner, that whenever he ap- 
 pears in it, he fufficiently evidences to what an 
 Height he is capable of carrying the 1 heatric 
 Patbos y and leaves us without a PolTibility of ever 
 feeing his Superior, as it is more than probable, 
 we never mall meet with his Equal, in this, and 
 many other Parts he undertakes. 
 
 A young Gentlewoman from Ireland, whofe 
 Name is Mrs. Gregory, has lately appear'd on 
 Cogent -Gar den Theatre in the Character of Her- 
 mione> and is by the beft Judges allowed to be 
 the mofl accompliuYd Actrefs, for her Time, 
 that has appear'd in Public for thefe many Years 
 part. 
 
 Epiftli
 
 federal Occafions. 253 
 
 Epiftle IV. Oreftes to Hermione. 
 
 r ~W~^ HO* deckt with Honours by the potentGr^v 
 
 And fent in their united Voice to fpeak ; 
 Deaf to the flatt'ring Crowd's applaufive Sound, 
 That deals Orejles Name in Jo's round, 
 'Midft all the Pomp of EmbafTy adorn'd, 
 Long has my Soul in bitter Sadnefs mourn'd, 
 For thee llcrmlone^ obdurate Fair ! 
 Still do I weep, unheeded flill Defpair ; 
 How long wilt thou regardlefs hear me figh, 
 And fee unmov'd the fad Qreftes die ? 
 M-ft I experience Sorrows yet to come, 
 And has my Soul for farther SufF rings room ? 
 Ah no ! the fad Account is fill'd by you, 
 And Death, but not new SufFrings may eniuc. 
 
 No
 
 254 POEMS oil 
 
 No Force has plighted Faith, or nuptial Troth, 
 And fear'ft thou not the Great Avenger's Wrath ? 
 The Pow'r that watches o'er the Human Will,- 
 And regifters each Actrbn good or ill, 
 Tho' I alas ! may fruitlessly complain, 
 And ple : ad an injur'd Lover's Rights in vain 1 , 
 That avJtful Pow'r will vindicate my Caufe, 
 And feek Revenge for violated Laws j 
 But what are Vows, or plighted Troth to thee ? 
 Loft to-Remorfe, and fleeTd with Cruelty ! 
 Nor Shame nor Duty move thy wayward Heart, 
 While Pyrrhus reigns fupreme in ev'ry Part -, 
 Unthinkiffg Maid ! and feeft thou not full plain: 
 The Trojan Widow holds him in her Chain,- 
 For fair Andromache thy Pyrrhus burns, 
 And from Her mi one regard lefs turns, 
 Another's now, the Monarch does defpife 
 lh' enchanting Magic of thy Tongue and Eyes, 
 
 * With
 
 fever at Qccafans. 255 
 
 With all the Eloquence and all the Art 
 By which you would recall his Rebel Heart, 
 Ah how much blefl would thy Oreftes be, 
 Were half that flighted Love but plac'd on me ! 
 Could I once teach thy melting Soul to know 
 The Joys that from consenting Kindnefs flow. 
 
 But why do I thus fruitlefsly complain ? 
 Why from my delegated Pow'r refrain ? 
 Know ! thou difdainful Maid, Oreftes now 
 Can in his Turn make his proud VicYrefs bow. 
 The Force of all the Grecian States I bring, 
 And come to fnatch thee from Epirus' King, 
 To bear thee from thy Idol far away, 
 Thy Country bids, nor dar'ft thou difobey ! 
 I wait but haughty Pyrrhitss Reply, 
 Who ne'er will yield AJlyanax to die 5 
 
 All
 
 256 POEMS on 
 
 All Rifques to keep Andromache he'll rurr, 
 And bribe the Mother with her darling Son. 
 Spight of his plighted Faith he'll fend thee back, 
 Scorn'd and rejected for thy Rival's fake, 
 Yes, yes, I fee my Happinefs confer!, 
 Pyrrhus denies, and I may yet be blefl ! 
 But whither does my wand'ring Fancy ftray ? 
 The Flatt'rer Hope is ready to betray ! 
 Should I at length bear thee reluctant hence, 
 Crcftes would be hateful to each Senfe, 
 To thee a cruel Ravifher appear, 
 And Pyrrhus grow by Abfence ftill more dear ; 
 Or mould confenting Greece accord thee mine,. 
 How mould I melt that frozen Heart of thine, 
 iince notunweary'd Conftancy and Love, 
 Not all my SuiPrings, can thy Pity move ! 
 How have I ftrove a thoufand ways to plealc I 
 How dar'd, for thee, the Dangers of the Seas I 
 
 How
 
 worf, V"' ~j 
 me! I 
 
 t's Son. J 
 
 fever al Occafons. 2 5 7 
 
 How oft the various Pvifques of Battel run ! 
 What Laurels gather'd ! and what Trophies won \ 
 Not Pyrrhus felf fo idoliz'd by Fame, 
 E'er bore in Combat a fuperior Name. 
 But what avail the boafted Laurels woif, 
 Jn Love's foft Conflict I'm alas undone ! 
 There Pyrrbus conquers Agamemnon 
 Say where, oh where Hcrmione ! is flown 
 Thy Sex's native Pride, where funk thy own ? 
 Epirus fees thee weep, and hears thee mourn, 
 And fcarcely deigns an Anfwer in Return ! 
 Rouze ! rouze Hermione ! lhake off thy Love, 
 (Tho' howfevere the Tafk myfelf I prove.) 
 Refume thy Reafon, and refume thy Peace, 
 And fhew thyfelf a Daughter worthy Greece -, 
 Contemn a Wretch like him who blindly gave 
 An Argi-ve Princefs, for a T)ardan Slave ! 
 
 S Fly,
 
 258 POEMS on ' 
 
 Fly, fly, from this perfidious Shoar, re long 
 Oreftes fhall revenge thy every Wrong. 
 My Fleet lyes ready at a Word to fail, 
 The Canvafs fwells with an aufpicious Galej 
 Impending Ruin threats this guilty Land, 
 And thy Oreftes arm'd at thy Command 
 Promifcuous Ruin thro' this Realm mail bear, 
 E'en to his Minion's Bed fhall urge the War, 
 And make the Royal Perjur'd tremble there. 
 Yes my Hermlone ! thy Champion, I 
 Swift as a Whirlwind at thy Nod will fly, 
 To fcatter Death thro' ev'ry hoftile Field, 
 And make a thoufand Ranks before us yield, 
 Pyrrhus fhall curfe too late the fatal Charms, 
 For which he dar'd the Vengeance of our Arms, 
 To fave his tott'ring Empire fue for Peace, 
 And fend the Captive and her Boy to Greece ', 
 
 Refign
 
 feveral Occafions. 259 
 
 Refign the Harveft of the Field to nie, 
 
 While Heffors Widow waits her Doom from thee. 
 
 Then mall Hermione, tranfcendent Fair ! 
 To crown the Labours, and the Toils of War, 
 Confent at length to eafe a Lover's Pain,. 
 Nor let Oreftes longer figh in vairi, 
 But own for once he merits her Regard, 
 And me herfelf become his bright Reward/ 
 
 S 2 the
 
 260 POEMS on 
 
 The Argument to Epiftle V. from 
 Caltfla to Lothario. 
 
 CAlifta^ Daughter to Sciolto a noble Senator 
 of Genoa, having been debauched by Lo- 
 tbario, a young Nobleman of the fame City, be- 
 tween whofe Houfe and that of her Father's, 
 there fubiifted a deadly hereditary Enmity ; was 
 at length abandoned by him j and being at the 
 fame time urged by her Father to give her Hand 
 to a young Gentleman named Altamont, the Son 
 of a deceas'd Friend, and whom he had brought 
 up as his own Child, was obliged to comply ; but 
 as me had yet fome Hopes of recalling the cool'd 
 Affection of her inconftant Rover ; me r the Night 
 preceeding the Day appointed for her Nuptials 
 with Akamont, writes the following Epiftle to 
 him ; wherein me livelily paints the Diftrefs in 
 which me is involved by his bafe Inconftancy 
 and her own Folly, and only defires an Inter- 
 view that flie may take a final Leave of him, and 
 drops fome Hints, as if fhe purpofed putting an 
 
 End
 
 fever al Qccafions. 261 
 
 End to hef Miferies with her Life : And con- 
 cludes with a Warning to him, to amend his 
 vicious Courfes, and repent in Time, before the 
 divine Vengeance ihall overtake him, with a 
 Punimment fuitable to his many Crimes, efpeci- 
 ally this laft and greateft, his Infidelity to her. 
 
 The Play from whence the Characters of this 
 Epiftle are drawn, is called the FAIR PENITENT, 
 written in the Year 1703, by the ingenious Mr. 
 N. Rowe, to whom we are indebted for many 
 other fine Dramatic Pieces, particularly TAMER- 
 LANE, JANE SHORE, &c. 
 
 The Part of Califta is performed in the great- 
 eft Perfection by the juftly celebrated Mrs.C/^r, 
 whofe Character, as an Actrefs, is already too 
 well eftablifhed, to admit of an Addition from 
 any Mention, however favourable, that can be 
 made of her in fo humble an Undertaking as 
 Our's. 
 
 S 3 Epiftle
 
 262 POEMS on 
 
 Epiftle V. Califla to Lothario, 
 
 '"TT^O fajfe Lothario from this flighted Hand, 
 
 In Jier deep Anguifh does Califla fend 
 Thefe mournful Lines, her Sorrows to impart, 
 And teach a human Feeling to his Heart ; 
 For one whofe Peace of Mind by him betray 'd 
 An endlefs Train of Miferys invadej 
 Beneath the World's rude Cenfure left to groan, 
 Defpis'd, abandon'd, defolate, alone. 
 The Wretch of Love, for ever doom'd tq Cares, 
 Fo ever fad, for ever bath'd in Tears. 
 
 What Ills ingrate ! have I incurred for thee, 
 Who now fcarce deign'fl one tender Word to me ^ 
 Trampled for thee, on Honour's facred Ties, 
 With all a modeft Virgin ought to prize. -
 
 fever al Qccafions. 263 
 
 And (oh forgive me Heaven ! ) I blufh to fay, 
 
 Yielded my flighted Innocence thy Prey ; 
 
 And now muft bear to have my Folly told, 
 
 By th' envious Young, and by th' ill-natur'd Old, 
 
 With all that Aggravation can invent, 
 
 Th' infatiate Ear of Malice to content, 
 
 Whilfr, ev'ry prudim, vainly-virtuous fbe, 
 
 Singles me out the Mark of Obloquy, 
 
 And bleiTes her kind Stars (he's not like me. 
 
 Tortures like thefe, and far more fharp than thefe 
 For my fad Share avenging Heaven decrees, 
 Whilft thou Lothario infolently gay, 
 Waft'ft in licentious Mirth thy Hours away, 
 Regardlefs of the Mifery I endure, 
 By barb'rous Cuftom in thy Guilt fecure ; 
 Nay, may'ft perhaps by this fad Note be fpund, 
 Dealing the Story of my Folly round, 
 
 S 4 Whilft
 
 264 POEMS on 
 
 Whiiil I am weeping o'er my black Offence, 
 O'erwhelm'd with pungent Grief in ev'ry Senfe, 
 Oh had I perifh'd ere thy fatal Form 
 Had found the Means my eafy Heart to charm ! 
 Sure of our different Sex we are the worft ! 
 The falfefl thou, and I the moil accurft. 
 
 To Morrow, at a Father's dread Command, 
 To the young Altamont I yield my Hand ; 
 A Youth fo form'd, not Envy's piercing Eye, 
 Can in the happy Frame one Fault efpy ; 
 As blandjd Zephyrs, fcft his gentle Mind, 
 That burns for me with Flame the moft refm'd -, 
 Whilft I unworthy of that generous Flame, 
 Doat on the' Author of my Ills and Shame j 
 How canTviewan injur'd Hufband's Face, 
 Who bring a Dow'r of infamous Difgrace ?
 
 federal Occajions. 265 
 
 For Virgin Innocence, bring fully'd Charms, 
 And a polluted Body to his Arms ? 
 Pay his fond Love with blackeft Treachery, 
 And wound an Heart would gladly bleed for me ? 
 How brave an angry Parent's juft Revenge, 
 Or the dread Purpofe of his Soul unhinge, 
 Who when he finds my Infamy and Shame, 
 Will in my Blood warn clean his fully'd Fame 3 
 Curfe of his Age ! and Blemim to his Name ? 
 
 :1 
 
 Why be^r'ft thou ftill my Weight thou patient 
 
 Earth ? 
 
 Doom'd to deftroy the Life that gave me Birth ! 
 Oh gape ! and fwallow from the World betimes 
 This Parricide that murders with her Crimes ! 
 
 But thou, above my Friends and Virtue priz'd, 
 Where fly'fl: thou Cruel ! am I now defpis'd ? 
 And canft thou oh ! Perfidious ! leave me fo 
 Loft and bewilder'd in this World of Woe ? 
 
 To
 
 266 POEMS on 
 
 To thy falfe Self, Inhuman ! I appeal, 
 
 And thou each Recefs of my Heart canft tell, 
 
 No Crime is mine tow'rds thee but having lov'd. 
 
 too well. 
 
 A little while and I mail be no more, 
 The Soul no longer can contain the Store 
 The mighty Freight of Grief with which fhe's 
 
 charg'd, 
 
 She pants for Eafe, and longs to be enlarg'd. 
 
 Then grant me e'er me takes her wifh'd-for Flight, 
 
 Grant me at leaft one laft one parting Sight, 
 
 Once more to view my dear Betrayer, then 
 
 Adieu to all the faithlefs Race of Men. 
 
 And ftill methinks Lothario all unkind, 
 
 All cruel as thou art there's ftill behind, 
 
 Some Sparks of gentle Pity in thy Breafr, 
 
 To them Calijla urges this Requeft. 
 
 Nor fear I'll put thy Tongue to the Expence, 
 
 To drefs thy Language in a grateful Senfe, 
 
 With
 
 federal Occafions, 267 
 
 With feigned Raptures palled Love to veil, 
 
 keafl cold Indiff'rence thro' the Gawfe fhould fteal, 
 
 Thou needeft not for that Calijla fhun, 
 
 Thou can'fl no more betray, nor fhe be more un- 
 done, 
 No, no Lothario ! think not that I mean, 
 
 Again to aft th' abandon'd Wanton's Scene, 
 The fame curft Act of falfe Fruition o'er, 
 The fame fond Hopes and Wifhes as before, 
 For the mad Venom's quite expell'd my Veins, 
 And calmer Reafon now triumphant reigns, 
 Nor thou once deareft Object of my Sight, 
 Can'ft move as oft Senfation of Delight, 
 Can'ft urge my ling'ring Blood a fwifter Pace, 
 Or paint the anxious Flum upon my Face, 
 I only mean to take a fhort Adieu, 
 Of Hope, of Fear, of Love, of Life, and you, 
 And then with Heaven's Forgivenefs on my Soul, 
 For Death I'll feek as for the wifh'd-for Goal, 
 
 Where
 
 268 POEMS .on. 
 
 Where all my Sufferings and my Pains {hall ceafe, 
 And I poor haplefs Wretch at length have Peace ! 
 No more to Cenfure and Reproach a Slave, 
 Sunk and forgotten in the quiet Grave, 
 There may it's filent and capacious Womb 
 At once th ? Offender, and th' Offence entomb ! 
 
 But thou, Lothario ! when thou hear'ft the Fate 
 That on the loft Calijla did await, 
 Exult not, nor efteem thyfelf fecure, 
 Tho' flow th' avenging Thunder, it is fure ! 
 Then ftrive by Penitence it's Wrath t'avert, 
 And give an injur'd Shade her juft Defert, 
 Pay to her Mem'ry one repentant Tear, 
 A Debt thou ow'ft to Heaven and to her. 
 
 The
 
 feveral Occafons. 269 
 
 The Argument to Epiftle VI. from 
 ancred to Sigifmunda. 
 
 11/TAnfredY^mg of Sicily, having been depofed 
 by William, from his many Vices, furnam'd 
 the Bad? was afterwards by his Orders thrown 
 into a Prifon, and there treacheroufly murdered ; 
 leaving behind him a Son then an Infant, who 
 would foon have mared the difaftrous Fate of 
 his Houfe, but for the Tyrant's Son, (who after- 
 wards fucceeded him on the Throne of Sicily, and 
 who from being in every thing the juft Reverfe of his 
 Father obtain'd the Title of William the Good, he) 
 taking Pity on his helplefs Age and Innocence, 
 contrived to lave him from his Father's Fury, by 
 committing him to the Care of Matteo Siff'redi, 
 an old Nobleman of Sicily 9 and Well-wiiher to 
 the Family of the former unhappy King ; by 
 whom he was brought up in an entire Ignorance 
 of his true Birth, and was given out to be the Son 
 of an old Friend of Siffredis, a Baron of Apulia t 
 who fell in a Crufado, and left this his only Son, an 
 
 Orphan
 
 270 POE&IS on' 
 
 Orphan to his Care. In this Sollitude our young. 
 Prince became enamour'd of Stgifmwda ; only 
 Daughter to his Patron Siffredi ^ and was belov'd 
 again with an equal Affection. 
 
 William the Good, fucceeding his Father, go-' 
 vern'd the Ifland of Sicily, with the greateft Leni^ 
 ty and Juftice, but coming at length to dye, he 
 fentfor the Lord Siffredi, (whom he had at his 
 Acceffion to the Throne, created Chancellor of 
 the Realm,) entrufting to him his Will, where- 
 by he appointed the young Tancred his SucceiTor,' 
 on Condition that he mould marry the Princefs 
 Conjlantia, his Sifter, and reign jointly with her. 
 The Chancellor upon this, made no Delay ta 
 reveal the Secret of his Birth tcr the youthful Tan-* 
 cred, together with the Conditions of his mount- 
 ing the Throne ; which latter however were ab- 
 folutely rejected by him, to the no final! Concern 
 of Siffredi y who now firft began to fufpect fome- 
 thing of a Fondneis, between this Prince and his 
 Daughter, which had hitherto been'conceal'd, 
 from him and thereupon frames a Defign, from 
 an over Zeal for the Public Good, whofe Peace, 
 he thought by thefe Means, to fettle on a firm 
 Balis, to oblige the Prince in public Senate to ac- 
 quiefce in th| Terms cf the late King's Will. 
 
 In
 
 fever al Occapons* 271 
 
 In this he was" greatly confirmed when his Daugh- 
 ter owning her Paffion for Tancred, and her's for 
 him, prefented him with a Blank, figned by that 
 Prince, and which after acquainting hen with the 
 great, and unexpected Turn in his Affairs, he 
 had given into her Hand, as a Proof of the Since- 
 rity of his Paffion, and a Pledge of Conftancy and 
 Fidelity ; telling her, to order her Father, from 
 him, to fill it up with a ftrict Marriage Contract 
 to her on his Part* Siffredi having gotten this into 
 his Power, inftead of complying with the Com- 
 mands of Tarwrtd, wrote underneath a fall and 
 perfect Agreement to the Will, whereby he (Tan- 
 cred) folemnly obliged himfelf to efpoufe the 
 Princefs Conftantia, Sifter to the deceafed King j 
 the ufe made of this Piece of Patriotic Deceit^ is 
 not to our prefent Purpofe, we therefore refer the 
 Reader to the Play itfelf. 
 
 In this Epiftle, the Author has taken the Li- 
 berty to fuppofe, that the Father of Sigifmunda, 
 the better to conceal his Defigns, for fome fhort 
 Time after difcovering to 7#;z<:ra/ the Secret of his 
 Birth, had kept his Daughter from having any 
 Intercourfe or Interview with him : The paflio- 
 nate Lover thereupon, writes her the following 
 Letter, before he goes to the Afiembly, and there- 
 fore
 
 POEMS 
 
 on 
 
 fore had not been guilty of that feeming Piece of 
 Infidelity to her, which was the Confequence of 
 the Trick Siffredi put upon him, and which be- 
 came afterwards the Source of all their Troubles : 
 Herein he tenderly complains of that Abfence 
 and cold Referve which he imputes to herfelf, 
 and makes it his chief Point to win her Confent, 
 to mare with him the Throne of Sicily, fince 
 without her he declares, that Royalty would at' 
 the beft be but an irkfome Load. 
 
 The Characters of this Epiftle are taken from' 
 sf favourite Tragedy of the fame Name, written by 
 the celebrated Mr. Tbompfon, in the Year 1744. 
 
 The Part of Tancred was, on the firft Appea- 
 rance of this Play on the Stage, performed by Mr. 
 Garrick, with fuch univerfal Applaufe, as proved, 
 beyond Contradiction, how much he excell'd in it. 
 But having exerted himfelf to a very great De- 
 gree, in return to the Favours the Public confer- 
 red on him, (and which, indeed, he fo juftly me- 
 rited,) he brought a Diforder on himfelf, which 
 obliged him to delift performing this Part, long 
 before the Town were fatiated v/ith feeing him in' 
 it. So far is a juft Actor capable of pleaiing a: 
 
 Britjfo Audience. 
 
 Epiftle
 
 Jeveral Occafans. 273 
 
 Epiftle VI. 'Tancred to Sigifinunda. 
 
 O I C K of Ambition, and the Toils of State, 
 With all the Cares that on a Monarch wai$, 
 From irkfome Greatnefs, c Ta?icred fteals away, 
 This early Tribute of his Love to pay. 
 At Sigifmunda's Feet to caft a Crown, 
 And lay a while the Load of Empire down. 
 
 Two Days are part, (and Lover's Days are Years) 
 Since thy dear Voice laft blefs'd my ravifh'd Ears, 
 Since lafl thy Beauties charm'd my gazing Sight, 
 And fill'd my Soul with exquifite Delight. 
 What means this myftick Abfence ? pr'ythee fay, 
 Why daft thou fly from Cupid's call away ? 
 
 T Can
 
 274 POEMS on 
 
 Can Crowns nor Palaces afford Delight, 
 Or dreft in Purple does the God affright ? 
 Or deem'ft thou me regardlefs of my Vow, 
 And cruel Beauty mean'ft to try me fo ? 
 Injurious Charmer ! fay what needs this Art 
 To "prove the Faith of a too conflant Heart ! 
 Think'ft thou, Ambition's Glories can out mine 
 The brighter Glories of thofe Eyes of thine ? 
 No Sigifmunda ? Ml thy TancreJs Heart, 
 Owns thee fupreme in ev'ry Vital Part. 
 Thou only do' ft each tender Wim employ 
 
 And witnefs Heaven, prime Scource of Love and 
 
 Jy> 
 Not a whole warring World combin'd in Arms, 
 
 It's Pride, it's Splender, it's inticing Charms, 
 Nor Int'reft, nor Ambition, e'er mall {hake 
 The plighted Faith that Heaven has heard me make. 
 And truft me, Slgifmunda, fince that Hour 
 When firft thy Father call'd me forth to Pow'r, 
 
 Firft
 
 feveral Qccafions* 275 
 
 Firft bid my Hand the Royal Sceptre wield, 
 And the great Secret of my Birth reveal'd ; 
 No true Content thy Tancred's Heart has known, 
 The joylefs Tenant of a lonefome Throne * 
 Thou, thou art wanting, Sigifmunda ! there 
 To make the Charms of Greatnefs worth his Care, 
 What Joy to me can Crowns or Empire give, 
 Depriv'd of her for whom alone I live ? 
 
 To-morrow's Sun is deftin'd to behold 
 
 . .. j 
 
 My Head encircled with t\\zfac?'ed Gold, 
 The People with officious Fervour run, 
 To hail the Royal Manfred's long loft Son, 
 The crouding Barons too, the Palace fill, 
 To pay their Homage, and confirm the Will, 
 That makes me Lord of all this fruitful Ifle. 
 Repeated los rend the vaulted Sky, 
 And all Things wear the general Face of Joy, 
 
 T 2 Whilft
 
 276 POEMS on 
 
 Whilft I, to whom thefe Raptures owe their Birth, 
 Myfelf appear the wretched'ft Thing on Earth, 
 Taftelefs to me the Pageantry of State, 
 Carelefs, I let the thronging Courtiers wait, 
 With downcaft Eyes and Thoughts intent on thee, 
 I fcarce perceive them bend the duteous Knee, 
 And Thoufands unregarded bow to me. 
 Then, when the Bufmefs of the Day is done, 
 I ileal from Pomp, and all Attendance fhun, 
 Silent as Night, and penfive as the Dove, 
 Through Shades as gloomy as my Thoughts I rove, 
 There to the Woods, and Streams, my Griefs relate, 
 And curfe the ruling Stars that made me Great. 
 Since cruel Sigifmunda now difdains 
 To mare my Glories, or to eafe my Pains. 
 
 Wiiy was I by injurious Fortune found ? 
 Why planted in Ambition's giddy Round ? 
 
 Why
 
 fever al Occafions. 277 
 
 Why from thofe peaceful Scenes of Belmont drove, 
 
 Where I was bleft in Sigifmundas Love ? 
 
 Stranger to Care, where all the Day I fpent, 
 
 In rural Sports, and liv'd in fweet Content, 
 
 As happy in my humble Lot, as they 
 
 Whofe awful Nod fubjecled Nations Sway ; 
 
 'Twas Sigifmunda made my only Care, 
 
 For her the flow'ry Garland to prepare, 
 
 Or deck with rofeate Wreaths her flowing Hair. 
 
 Whilfl the dear Labour and delightfome Toil, 
 
 i>he would o'erpay with a complacent Smile ! 
 
 The happy Moments then Hid gently on, 
 
 And happier Moments came when they were gone, 
 
 No Cares did then my chearful Mind annoy, 
 
 I flept in Peace, and wak'd again to Joy. 
 
 Ah could I call thofe placid Hours b.ack ! 
 
 How glad would I Sicilian Throne forfake, 
 
 T 3 Nor
 
 278 POEMS on 
 
 Nor ever for Ambition's fplendid Chain, 
 Love and rny Sigifmunda quit again. 
 
 But now thou generous Fair One ! that 'tis mine, 
 To mew my Flame was not unworthy thine, 
 Who with an Heart, exalted far above 
 The felfim Views that bound a common Love, 
 From courted Beauty, and from Pomp didfl bend, 
 1 hen, then, to love me, when I had no Friend, 
 The hopelefs Outcaft of my clouded Fate, 
 Forc'd for Protection on thy Sire to wait ; 
 Then didft thou venture to defcend to me, 
 When Fortune bid me blufh to look to thee -, 
 Since now th' indulgent Gods at length beftow, 
 To pay a Part of that vaft Debt I owe, 
 A Fortune boundlefs as my Hopes could prove, 
 (But what is Fortune to the Wim of Love ! 
 
 To
 
 fever al Occafans. 279 
 
 To equal Worth like thine all Fortune's fcant, 
 And Wealth of Kings mere Wrctchednefs and 
 
 Want ! } 
 
 Enough my Fair ! efteem my Faith as try'd, 
 And let Love's gentle Impulfe be thy Guide ! 
 Hafte ! to thy Tancred's Arms, who waits thee now. 
 To place the Badge of Empire on thy Brow ; 
 Leave Sigifmunda ! leave thy rural Sports ! 
 The Regal Purple thy Acceptance courts. 
 No more o'er fimple Hinds thy Pow'r extend, 
 Admiring Nations at thy Feet mall bend ; 
 The joyful People mail thy Praifes fpread, 
 And blefs the happy Choice their Monarch made -, 
 The Weight of Empire then well pleas'd I'll bear, 
 And all it's Sweets with Sigifmunda mare, 
 Softner of Toil ! and dear Reward of Care ! 
 Nor more the Frowns of Fate or Fortune prove, 
 Blefs'd in the Joys of Hymeneal Love. 
 
 I 4 The
 
 280 POEMS on. 
 
 
 The Argument to Epiftle VII. from 
 Pyrrhus to Andromache. 
 
 T)TrrJ?us having received the former Epiflle from 
 Andromache, carinot conceal his Refentment 
 at finding himfclf trifled with, as he thinks, and 
 in the firft Emotions of his Rage fits down to 
 write the following Anfwer, wherein we may 
 obferve the different Degrees of Rage, as they na- 
 turally arife in the Heart of a powerful Lover, 
 who imagines himfelf flighted by the Object on, 
 whom he defigns to place his Affections. 
 
 He firft fetsout with denouncing the greateft 
 Vengeance on her, for playing with his PafTion, 
 and aMolutely threatens to deliver her Son up to 
 the EmbafTador of the Greeks., and even to fend 
 her into Slavery with him ; then again relenting 
 and growing more foft, he tenderly expoftalates 
 with her, for refuilng the Offer of his I land, at a 
 Time when he is running thegreateftRifques for her 
 
 Sake,
 
 fever a! Occajions. 
 
 Sake, in fending contemptuoufly home, the young 
 Hermione, z Grecian Princefs to whom he had 
 been contracted, before he became a Slave to her 
 Beauty. He likewife upbraids her with what by 
 her own ConfefTion, he had done for her and 
 her's,- and with her Obftinacy and Ingratitude, in 
 ftill perfifting to difregard his fuit ; and laftly 
 ends with alluring her, that this is the laft kind 
 Proffer {he is to expect from him, and that this 
 fole Alternative remains, either to fee her Son, 
 and perhaps her felf fent Captives into Greece, or 
 by accepting his Hand, partake with him the 
 Throne of Epirus, and fee-are a lafting and fure 
 Azylum for them both. 
 
 The Character of this Epiftle is from the fame 
 Play with thofe of the 31! and 4th. 
 
 Mr. Quin who has now retired from the Stage, 
 has grac'd this Character by appearing in it with 
 that Juftnefs of Action, and Dignity of Perfon, 
 that ever accompany *d him in all his Perfor- 
 mances. 
 
 Epiille
 
 282 POEMS on- 
 
 Epiftle VII. Pyrrhus to Andro- 
 mache. 
 
 O ! I'm refolv'd, nor fhall thy artful Pen, 
 E'er lure me back to fond Belief aain 
 
 O ' 
 
 One tender Thought into my Breaft infufe, 
 Or more my Pity and my Love abufe : 
 In vain thou flriv'ft to urge the mournful Tale, 
 And fondly think'ft by Flatt'ry to prevail, 
 Tho' dreft in grateful Semblance you impart, 
 Delufive Thanks from a defigning Heart, 
 Nor think'ft we know to what the Praifes tend, 
 Of artful Woman labouring for her End. 
 As well thou might'ft to angry Lyons preach, 
 Or Tamenefs to the fierce Hycena teach, 
 
 At
 
 feveral Occafions. 283 
 
 At laft I've rent thee from my injur'd Heart, 
 And banim'd all from thence that took thy Part. 
 Shall Pyrrhus longer meanly floop to crave, 
 A patient Hearing from his haughty Slave ? 
 Vainly intreat She will not be undone, 
 And humbly fue her to preferve her Son ? 
 Sooth with a Lover's fondnefs all her Pains, 
 And offer Sceptres in Exchange for Chains ? 
 Whilft me ungrateful, and perverfely mute 
 Still with a fullen Silence meets his Suit, 
 What for the flighted Vigor's left to do, 
 But ufe the Rights of Conqueft on the Foe ; 
 Then let us feize her Beauties as our Prize, 
 And fnatch that Blifs the Obftinate denies, 
 Revel in Joys 'till e'en Defire {hall ceafe, 
 Then yield her Boy and her a Slave to Greece, 
 
 Thus
 
 284 POEMS on- 
 
 Thus Vengeance dilates, but fdft Love denies ! T 
 The little God, coucht in thy beauteous Eyes, I, 
 Difarms each ftern Refolve, and makes my Rage | 
 
 his Prize. J 
 
 Why will Andromache be wretched flill ? 
 Why be herfelf the Author of her 111, 
 Why Pyrrhus falfely of her Griefs accufe, 
 Bent as ihe is ail Comfort to refufe ? 
 Whilft vifionary Fears her Soul invade, 
 And urge her to reject his profFer'd Aid. 
 
 See at thy Feet Epirus powerful King, 
 Whofe Love a Cure for all thy Griefs can bring, 
 With thea an Empire and a Throne I'll mare, 
 And make thy lov'd Aftyanax my Care 3 
 From Grecian Rage protect thy darling Boy, 
 As Heffors Offspring, and his Mother's Joy. 
 
 What
 
 -at, 
 - J 
 
 fevered Occafwm. 285 
 
 What would'ft thou more ? a Lover's Pow'r but 
 
 talk, 
 
 A Lover's Pow'r mail grant whate'er you aik ! 
 Then lay this cruel Coldnefs quite afide, 
 This barb'rous Diftance, and affected Pride, 
 So illy to thy gentle Form ally'd. 
 For know that Pyrrbus* Heart's by far too great, 
 Longer in bafe Captivity to wait, 
 Or watch an haughty Female's borrow'd State. 
 Ungrateful Woman ! haft thou then forgot 
 The timely Aid this flighted Lover brought, 
 When you in vain on Ilium's Gods did call, 
 Who carelefs faw her Heaven-built Turrets fall ; 
 All pale and languid didft thou then appear, 
 Dim were thy Eyes, thy Beauties faded were, 
 On thy wan Cheeks the Signature of Death 
 Was fadly ftampt, and fled thy balmy Breath, 
 My Soul with fofteft Pity then was mov'd, 
 (How foon foft Pity was to Love improved ! ) 
 
 Thy
 
 286 POEMS on 
 
 Thy graceful Form, and thy exalted Mein, 
 
 Soon found a pow'rful Advocate within. 
 
 Kneeling I prefs'd thy Clay-cold Lips to mine, 
 
 And to my Breafl thy lifelefs Breafl did join > 
 
 Thy Temples chaf 'd, and with officious Care 
 
 Strove to recall the vital Pulfes there, 
 
 And aided Nature in the doubtful Strife 
 
 Till pleas'd I faw Signs of returning Life ; 
 
 But when thy Eyes refum'd their Orient Light, 
 
 How was my Soul o'erwhelm'd with foft Delight ! 
 
 When firil you fpake, what Ecftacys I felt I 
 
 As at my Feet fcarce reaiTur'd you knelt, 
 
 So much your Beauties wrought upon my Mind,. 
 
 To all Things but my rifing Fondnefs blind. 
 
 That fhelt'ring Paffion under Pity's Name, 
 
 I, both the Caufe of Greece, and my own Fame, 
 
 A Prey to thy bewitching Arts did yield, 
 
 And fondly fwore from every Harm to fhield ; 
 
 Nay,
 
 fever al Occafans. 287 
 
 Nay, thought it little for thy Life to fave, 
 Unlefs I added Peace and Plenty gave ; 
 Hither A/lyanax and thee convey 'd, 
 (Serv'd like myfelf, and like myfelf obe/d,) 
 Yet not this matchlcfs Goodnefs I have (hewn, 
 Not all that I for thee, or thine have done, 
 A kind Return can in thy Bofom move, 
 Cold and indignant of my profFer'd Love ; 
 And when I urge to know what Caufe can fleel 
 Thy ruthlefs Breaft to all the Griefs I feel, 
 " Heft or ! you cry, the mighty Hetor'& Shade ! 
 Forhids another mould his Rights invade, 
 Or mare the Relid of his facred Bed." 
 Imperious ! wherefore am I thus defpis'd ? 
 Why Pyrrbus fo much lefs than Hettor priz'd ? 
 Great as he was, and dreadful in the Field, 
 A Gracitin Hero made this Champion yield ; 
 
 A Gra-
 
 288 POEMS on 
 
 A Grecian Hero I, nor lefs my Fame 
 
 In Story mews, than Hector's boafted Name ; 
 
 My Arm as fure th' unerring Spear can throw, 
 
 My Sword's as dreadful to the trembling Foe, 
 
 And what was Heffor once, is Pyrrbus now. 
 
 Nor in the Field alone, I claim a De, 
 
 In Love's foft Warfare I can conquer too. 
 
 The faireft Princefs of the Argive States 
 
 The young Hermione, impatient w.iits 
 
 To be my Bride \ 
 
 With her, foft Reconcilement, balmy Peace, 
 
 And reft from hoftile Arms, my Reign will blefs. 
 
 But mould I ftill unmindful of my Oath 
 
 For Love of thee recall my plighted Troth, 
 
 From the fworn League, I've made unjuflly fwerve, 
 
 Reject Hermlone> and thee preferve, 
 
 What refts, but Vengeful War and dire Alarms, ' 
 
 'Till tfyou art torn by Conqueft from my Arms ! 
 
 For
 
 fever al Qccafions. 289 
 
 For tis not Valour can command Succefs, 
 
 '1 is Fate's the lifue of the Fight to blefs ! 
 
 I mutt perhaps be forc'd to fue for Peace, 
 
 And bow a tributary Slave to Greece, 
 
 Then may'fi thou boaft thy Houfes' Inj'ries paid, 
 
 And Pyrrhics' Fall content thy HeStors Shade, 
 
 Nay, (Death to Thought!) the Witchcraft of thy 
 
 Eyes, 
 
 May make with mine, the Grecian Hearts thy prize, 
 Old Menelaus Self again may prove, * " 
 
 Nature reviving in tire caufe of Love,, 
 Forget his Vengeance and his ftern Decree, 
 And find a fairer Helen rife in Thee, 
 Whilft I alohe the wretched Dupe remain, 
 Of my blind Paffion and thy proud Difdain. 
 
 The faithful Phtenix, with thefe Lines attends, 
 Phanix, the trueft of my trufty Friends 5 
 
 'u He
 
 290 
 
 POEMS on 
 
 He waits thy laft Refolves, this Choice remains, 
 
 A royal Sceptre, or ignoble Chains, 
 
 For mark me well, thou too imperious Fair ! 
 
 By all my Wrongs, by flighted Love, I fwear, 
 
 Should thy capricious Pride flill urge thee on, 
 
 To fcorn the boundlefs Mercy I have fhewn, 
 
 No more I'll liften to a foolifh Flame, 
 
 But rife fuperior to my tarniih'd Fame, 
 
 And {hake Thee off to Ruin and to Shame. 
 
 Nor fhall relenting Softnefs melt my Heart, 
 
 But fteady Vengeance reign in every Part, 
 
 Aftyanay.) the Minion of thy Eyes ! 
 
 Pierc'd by a Grecian Sword before thee dies, 
 
 Thyfelf, to fair Hermione I'll fend, 
 
 A pleaiing Gift ! on her thou malt attend, 
 
 And midfl her Slaves, a fetter'd Captive bend. 
 
 Then dread an injur'd Lover's juft revenge, 
 
 Nor fondly hope my fixt Refolves to change, 
 
 Ihink!
 
 feveral Occafons. 291 
 
 Think -! timely think ! ere yet it is too late, 
 Avert thy own, avert thy Infant's Fate ! 
 Accept my prorFer'd Mercy while there's Room, 
 An happy Mother, and a Wife become, 
 Or (as thou merit'ft,) mare thy Houfe's Doom 
 
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