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 POETICAL E S SAY S 
 
 O N 
 
 SEVERAL OCCASIONS. 
 
 By THE Reverend WILLIAM COOKE, AM. 
 
 Fellow of New College in Oxford, 
 Mafter of the' Free Grammar School at Thame in Oxfordshire^ . 
 
 AND 
 
 Chaplain to the Mofl Honourable the Marquess of Tweeddale. 
 
 In tenui Labor ^ at tenuis non Gloria : Si quern 
 Numina lava Jinunt^ auditque vocatus Appollo, 
 
 ViRG, 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 PRINTED FOR S. SMI T H, HOLBORN. 
 
 M DCC LXXIV.
 
 TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE 
 
 Lady CATHARINE HAY. 
 
 ■ Madam, ^ 
 
 THE generous Patronage of Your Ladyfliip, 
 and the noble Family of which You are, gave 
 Occafion to many of the Pieces in this CoUeftlon of 
 Poetical Essays; and the gracious Indulgence 
 which the Author has ever experienced from it, 
 encourages Him to look up for Protedtion to that 
 Benevolence which was the original Caufe of their 
 Exiftence. He is truly fenfible how little worthy 
 "of Your Ladyftiip's, or the public Attention, thefe 
 juvenile Pieces can be, yet will not doubt but that 
 the diftinguilhed Honor, which they are now per- 
 mitted to receive, will give them a better Title to 
 the Favor of the Candid and Difcerning. In the 
 mean time the Performances themfelves, however 
 deficient in other Refpedts, have this Kind of nega- 
 tive Merit to recommend them, that they contain 
 Nothing which can offend the ftridleft Morality and 
 
 A 2 the 
 
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 IV DEDICATION. 
 
 the chafteft Ear j and be the Succels what it may^ 
 It is fome fort of Excellence to have aimed at Praife. 
 
 My further Reafons for this Addrefe Your Lady. 
 (hip has forbidden me to make Mention of. The 
 Manner in which You do Good, and the End which 
 You propofe in conferring Benefits, will not permit 
 me to exprefs that Warmth of Gratitude which 
 dilates my Heart, or to acknowledge properly a Debt 
 which will be ever paying; much lefe to account 
 particularly for that Efteem and Veneration which 
 is profefled by all who know your Ladyftiip and the 
 Houfe of TwEEDDALE, That all thofe great 
 and amiable Endowments, which are (6 immediately 
 derived to You from Your illuftrious Parent, may 
 through You be perpetuated in your Line to lateft 
 Ages, will be ever the fervent Prayer of,^ 
 
 Madam, 
 
 Tour Ladyjhip^s moft devoted' 
 
 and mofl faithful Servant^ 
 
 William Cooke*
 
 SUBSCRIBERS NAMES. 
 
 A 
 
 HI S Grace the Duke of Argyle. 
 Her Grace the Dutchefs of Ar- 
 gyle and Hamilton. 
 Right Hon. the Earl of Abingdon. 
 Edward Aftley, Efq; Everly, Wilts. 
 Richard Aftley, Efq; ditto. 
 S. Adams, Efq-, New College, Oxon* 
 G. Atkinfon, Efq; London. 
 
 B 
 
 His Grace the Duke of Beaufort. 
 
 Right Hon. the Lord Bruce, 6 Copies. 
 
 Right Hon. Lady Charlotte Burgoyne. 
 
 Honourable Captain Byng, ift Regi- 
 ment of Guards. 
 
 Sir Edward Bayntun, Bart. 
 
 Thomas Benner, Efq; Pithoufe, Wilts, 
 2 Copies. 
 
 William Beach, fenior, Efq; Fittleton, 
 Wilts. 
 
 William Wither Beach, Efq-, ditto. 
 
 M'-s Beach, ditto. 
 
 Mrs Bramftone, Hall Place, Hants. 
 
 Rev.. Mr Blifs, New College, Oxon. 
 
 Mr Henry Bower, Romford, Eflex. 
 Rev. Mr Brougham, Kingfcy,Oxfordih. 
 
 Right Honourable the Earl of Cork and 
 Orrery. 
 
 Right Hon. the Earl of Caftlehaven. 
 
 Right Hon. the Countefs Cowper. 
 
 Captain Clarke, of the Thames India- 
 man. 
 
 Thomas Caldecott, Efq; New College, 
 Oxon. 
 
 Mifs Clarke of London. 
 
 Mifs S.G.Clarke of ditto. 
 
 Mr J. Clarke of ditto. 
 
 Mr Scockdale Clarke of Sudbury, 4 Co- 
 pies. 
 
 Mr Clare, London. 
 
 G. Couthorpe, Efq; Ucfield, Suflex. 
 
 Jofeph Chicty, Efq; Chadwel, Eflex. 
 
 Mrs Chitty, ditto. 
 
 Mr Cotton, Romford, Eflex. . 
 
 Reverend Mr Cooke, Enford, Wilts. 
 
 Reverend Mr Curtoys, Milton, Wilts. 
 
 Mr C. C. Curtoys, Houndfditch, Lon- 
 don. 
 
 Nathaniel Caufton, Efq; ditto.
 
 VI 
 
 SUBSCRIBERS NAMES. 
 
 D 
 
 His Grace the Duke of Devon (hi re. 
 Her Grace the Dutchefs of Devcnfliire. 
 Right Honourable the Earl of Dyfart. 
 Right Honourable the Counters of Dy fart. 
 Mr The. Dorington, Thame, Oxfordlh. 
 Reverend Mr Davis, Whitway, Hants. 
 
 Reverend Mr Ellis, Romford, Effex. 
 
 Right Hon. Lady Vifcountefs Falmouth. 
 Reverend Mr Fletcher, Everly., Wilts. 
 
 Right Honourable Earl Granville. 
 Right Hon. Lady Baronefs Greenwich. 
 W. C. Grove, Efq-, Member for Shaftf- 
 
 bury. 
 T. Goddard, Efq; Member for Wiltfli. 
 Mifs Goldfworthy. 
 
 Reverend Mr Gerifon, Ucfield, Suflex. 
 Mr Green, Stratford, Effex. 
 Mr Gambleton, Lewes, Suffex. 
 Reverend Mr Grove, Orchefton, Wilts. 
 
 H. 
 
 Right Honourable Lady Catharine Hay. 
 Right Honourable Lady Jane Haliday. 
 Honourable Mrs Howard. 
 Honourable Captain Hay, 3d Regiment 
 
 of Guards. 
 John Dunlop Halliday, Efq-, Marble 
 
 Hill, Middlefcx. 
 
 Mr Hall, Ucfield, Suffer. 
 
 Mrs Hall, ditto. 
 
 W. Helyar, Efq; Eaft-Coker, Somer- 
 
 felfliire. 
 Mr Howley, Middle Temple, London. 
 Mr Hudfon, London. 
 Rev. Mr Hopkins, Upminfter, Effex. 
 Mrs Hayward, Ham Common, Surry. 
 Mr T. Hunt, Enford, Wilts. 
 
 Sir H. Jacob, Bart. 
 
 Humphrey Jones, Efqi London, 
 
 Mrs Jones, ditto. 
 
 Mifs S. Jones, Stratford. 
 
 Mr Johnfon, Romford, Effex. 
 
 K 
 
 Mr P. Kettle, London. 
 Mrs Kettle, ditto. 
 Mr Keate, ditto. 
 
 Mr Lawrance, Corpus Chiifti College, 
 Oxford. 
 
 M 
 
 Right Hon. Lady Louifa Manners. 
 John Manners, Efq; Member for Gran- 
 tham, Lincolnfhire. 
 Mrs Marriot, Hornchurch, Effex. 
 
 Charles Penruddocke, Efq; Member 
 
 for Wiltfli ire. 
 Floyd Peck, Efq; Romford, Effex. 
 Mrs Patrick, Upminfter Hall, Effex.
 
 SUBSCRIBERS NAMES. 
 
 Vll 
 
 Rev. G. PatrickjUpminfter Hall, EfTex. 
 Mr Philips, Devizes, Wilts. 
 Mifs Paterlon, Radnage-, Bucks, 
 
 R 
 
 James Reynolds, Efq*. Romford. 
 
 Mr Rugely, l.ondorii. 
 
 Rev. Mr Richards, Amefbury, Wilts. 
 
 Mr Reynolds, London. 
 
 Mf Rofe,. Thame^ Oxfordlhire. 
 
 R'ght Honourable Earl Spencer. 
 Right Honourable the Countefs Spencer* 
 Right Honourable the Earl of Shelburne. 
 Right Honourable the Countefs Dowa»cr 
 
 of Shelburne. ^.gi^^^'A-^/e^T^ 
 Right Honourable Lady> Frances Scot. 
 Right Honourable Lady Betty Stanley, 
 Right Honourable Lord Stanley.. 
 Honourable Mifs Stanley. 
 Honourable Mifs Harriot Stanley* 
 James Sutton,Efqi Member for Devizes. 
 Mr C. Smith, jun. Stratford, Eflex. 
 Mifs Smith,- Sudbury, Suffolk. 
 Reverend Dr Starky, Everly^ Wilts. 
 Mr Smith, fen. Mile- End, 3 Copies. 
 Mr Stephens, Romford, EfTex. 
 Mrs Stowe, Layton-Stone, ditto. 
 Mik Smith,. Stratford,, ditto. 
 Reverend Mr Stuart, Romford, ditta 
 Mrs Stowe, Eiairer, ditto- 
 
 David Stone, Efq; Ucfield, SufTex. 
 Richard Souchby, Efq-, Bulford, Wilts. 
 Mr Richard Smith, Thame, Oxfordfh. 
 Mr J. Sealey, London. 
 
 T 
 
 Moft Honourable the Marchionefs of 
 
 Tweeddale. 
 Moft Hon. the Marquefs of Tweeddale. 
 Right Hon. Lord Vifcount Torrington, 
 Right Hon. H. Frederick Thynne,. 
 
 Port matter General. 
 Right Hon. Lady Bridget Tollemache. 
 Right Hon. Lady Frances Tollemache. 
 Honourable Mrs Tollemache. 
 Hon. Wilbraham Tollemache, Efq; 
 
 Member for Northampton. 
 Honourable John Tollemache. 
 Honourable William Tollemache. 
 Thomas Talbot, Efq; Margam, Gla- 
 
 morganfhire.. 
 Chriftopher Talbot, Efqj Oriel College, 
 
 Oxon. 
 Mr J. Tyler, Romford, EflcXi 
 
 W 
 Right Hon. Lord Vifcount Weymoufh. 
 Rt. Hon. Lady Vifcountefs Weymouth, 
 Right Hon. Lord Vifcount Wenman. 
 Mrs Wade, Lewes, Suflex. . 
 Mr R. Way, Thame, Oxfordfhire. 
 Mr J. Way, ditto. 
 Michael Woodhall, Efq-, TJienford,. 
 Oxfordfhire.
 
 HAPPINESS. 
 
 lie A R G U M E xN T. 
 
 ALL Things on Earth arc frail ^ changeable and uncertain^ 
 to Verfe 35. We are happy only in Comparifon to the more 
 wretched^ to Verfe 46. Virtue only is true Happinefsy to 
 'Verfe 55 exemplified in the Contentment of the Swifs, to 
 Verfe 65. of the American, to Verfe 77. (?/^^^ Greenlander, 
 to Verfe 113. No Happinefs in Avarice^ to Verfe 121. nor 
 •on this Side the Grave^ to Verfe 1 29, 'The peripable Condi- 
 tions of "Empires y States^ Kings and the moji favoured Perfons^ 
 and Virtue only fi able -i to Verfe 167. yet all would be thought 
 virtuous y to Verfe 171. The Unhappinefs of Military Glory 
 exemplified in Alexander the Great ^ to Verfe 177. in Xerxes, 
 to Verfe 183. in Charles the Xllth (?^ Sweden, to Verfe 203. 
 The Power of Confidence^ to Verfe 215, Motives- to Humility 
 and Religiony to the End*
 
 [ - ] 
 
 HAPPINESS. 
 
 "IT 7EEP not, frail Man, thy narrow Span of Life, 
 ^ ^ That chequer'd Scene of Pleafure and of Strife I 
 Wealth, Beauty, Wit, the Honors of a Day, 
 Now flafh, then gently burn, and die away. 
 M^hat Man for Wifdom fam'd, or greatly brave, t 
 
 Cou'd once efcape the Silence of the Grave ? 
 Death's undifcerning Scythe ahke mows down 
 The courtly Tyrant and the rural Clown. 
 The trophied Arch and proud embattled Tow'r 
 Yield to the Shock of one deftrudive Hour. lo 
 
 Where Rocks late rofe, the Barrier of the Tide, 
 Ships now fecurely moor, and Navies ride. 
 
 B
 
 a HAPPINESS. 
 
 Towns, which the Glories of great Kingdoms flood, 
 
 Lie, Fathoms funk beneath th' encroaching Flood : 
 
 At Eve the weary Hind from yonder Steep 15 
 
 Views lofty Cities nodding in the Deep': 
 
 Framing his Reafons why fome lavifli Hand 
 
 Should fink thefe Turrets in the watVy Sand j 
 
 Th' untutor'd Mind concludes, in fuch a Place 
 
 Muft reign the Monarchs of the Fairy Race, 20 
 
 Hardy in vain, we ftem Fame^s boiftVous Tide, 
 Or on the fleeting Clouds of Honor ride ; 
 Since adverfe Fate can fpread her dusky Wing, 
 And blaft the Hopes of a fucceeding Spring* 
 Fortune but places on her flippery Ball, ^5 
 
 To fhew from thence how eafy 'tis to fall : 
 And when we gain the too adventVous Flight ; 
 How vaft the Ruin from that giddy Height ! 
 We follow Glory, and her glitt'ring Toys, 
 And catch at Shadov^s as fubftantial Joys. 30 
 
 So the loft Traveller, at Clofe of Day, 
 Surrounding Woods and trying every Way,
 
 HAPPINESS. 
 
 Or fees, or feems to fee, fome diftant Light, 
 Now loll, and now full blazing on his Sight. 
 
 The Man who's fafely landed on the Shore, 35 
 
 Hears with Delight the fcouling Tempeft roar. 
 With fecret Pleafure fees the Danger rife, 
 And all the dreadful Tumult of the Skies. — 
 Not that the Soul enjoys another's Pain, 
 Or counts another's Lofs its greatejfl: Gain ; 40 
 
 But that we ftand fecur'd from fudden Woe, 
 Nor feel the griping Pangs which others know. 
 Unhurt ourfelves, with Joy we view from far 
 The bloody Carnage, and the doubtful War. 
 Pleas'd with the Scene, the Mind unmov'd difceras 45 
 
 Where Horror rages, and the Battle burns. 
 
 But far fuperior is the glorious Sight 
 Which Virtue gives us from her facred Height; 
 To fee the frothy Tide that rolls below, 
 Where Follies float and empty Bubbles flows 50 
 
 B 2
 
 4 HAPPINESS. 
 
 To fee — and yet unconfcious of the Smart, 
 How Faffions wild deform the human Heart ; 
 How Appetites deceive ; how Errors blind, 
 And lead to dang'rous Paths th' unthinking Mind. 
 
 Thus the contented Swiss, fecure below 55 
 
 Afpiring Hills, and Mountains capt with Snow, 
 Without Ambition views th' unfteady Great 
 Panting for Honors, 'midft the Cliffs of Fate, 
 And leaves the giddy Fools, ftill mounting higher. 
 To rife in Whirhvinds, and in Duft expire. 60 
 
 The figh'd-for Joy hov7 feldom do we find 
 With Wealth, with Grandeur, and with Pow'r combin'd : 
 How rarely parry the vindictive Sword, 
 The Turban'd Sultan, and the Moorish Lord. 
 
 The Painted Indian loves his barbVous Coafts, 65 
 
 Befpeaks his Triumphs, and his Glory boafts. 
 Nor thinks he here his Thirft of Fio;ht fliall end. 
 But that he fhall to other Lands defcend. 
 There to renew his War and barb'rous Toils, 
 There ftrip the Beaver of his furry Spoils : 70
 
 H A P P I N E S S. 5 
 
 There other Fields with purple Streams diftain, 
 
 And feek the Elk upon another Plain. 
 
 Hence, fierce as Wolves^ and prodigal of Breath, 
 
 They rufli impetuous on the Ranks of Death : 
 
 And hence his Dog, his Hatchet, and his Bow, 75 
 
 Are fent to ferve him in the Realms below. 
 
 On the bleak Shores of Greenlan d's ice-bound Plains, 
 Where Winter, iron Winter, ever reigns ; 
 Where the chill'd Earth, beneath eternal Snow, 
 Nor fees the Harveft bend, nor Vintage flow ; 80 
 
 The Boor in Poverty contented lives, 
 Nor loaths the fcanty Treat v/hich Nature gives : 
 Tho' born and nurs'd beneath th' inclement Sky, 
 To milder Climes he turns no envious Eye, 
 Nor wou'd he bask where Suns for ever fhine, ^5 
 
 Or pant with fwarthy Kings beneath the Line; 
 Vainly repines not at his little Lot ; 
 His moffy Couches, and his ftraw-built Cot ; 
 For well he knows, tho' on that dreary Shore, 
 That Peace has charms beyond the golden Ore ; 90
 
 f> HAPPINESS. 
 
 That Health and fweet Tranquillity outfliine 
 
 The brighteft Diamond from the Indian Miiie. 
 
 Altho' no fcrvile Minions hail him Lord, 
 
 Nor coftly Viands grace his humble Board, 
 
 His wonted Labor ferves a richer Feaft 95 
 
 Than all the gilded Slav'ry of the Eaft ; 
 
 Nor knows the Cares on feftive Pomp that wait, 
 
 Nor fears the racking Pangs of pamper'd State. 
 
 From Man fequefter'd, tho' he ne'er receives 
 
 The gay Viciflitude that Pleafure gives: lOO 
 
 For half the Year imprifon'd from the Lights 
 
 He finds his Comforts in the long-liv'd Night: 
 
 A Huntfman now, he draws his faithful Bow, 
 
 Fleets with his Rem- deer o'er the Realms of Snow ; 
 
 His fimple Virtue, fetter'd by no Rules, 105 
 
 Knows not the nice Diftindions of the Schools; 
 
 Nor will to Heav'n an idle Pray'r addrefs. 
 
 His Wants are fewer, as his Knowledge lefs. 
 
 For what is all this Wifdom, but to know 
 
 With finer Senfe, how fharp is human Woe? no 
 
 With quicker Eyes each coming Grief to fee. 
 
 And feel the bitter Load of Mifery ?
 
 HAPPINESa 7 
 
 In murky Dungeon bid the Wretch be free, 
 Bid him not wifli a better Day to feej 
 Go bid him pleas'd embrace the galling Chain, 115 
 
 And fmile when writh'd with agonizing Pain: 
 Then bid the Man be happy in his Store, 
 Whofe Toils inceffant roam in Qiieft of more ! 
 We ftill complain and wrangle with our Lot, 
 We feek, we gain, we lofe, we know not what. 120 
 
 Where fliall we feek for Laughter-loving Eafe ? 
 Where the foft Mufic of perfuafive Peace ? 
 Where haughty Wealth the gilded Cieling fhews ? 
 She haunts not thefe, but loves the calm Repofe 
 Of Cbarne/ YaultSy under whofe fretted Dome 125 
 
 Pale fleeting Shades and meagre Phantoms roam; 
 There gives her Laws with unmolefted Sway 
 To the cold Afhes of diflblving Clay; 
 
 Say, Babylon, on what extended Plain 
 Moulder thy poor Remains, now fought in vain? 130 
 
 We fee no more thy Pride and Pomp of State, 
 No fervile Monarchs fuppliant at thy Gate :
 
 9 HAPPINESS. 
 
 Within thy Chambers and thy coftly Halls 
 
 The bloated Thad and flimy Serpent crawls. 
 
 Euphrates now lefs haughty rolls his Flood, 135 
 
 Unnotic'd where his Palaces once flood : 
 
 No antique maim'd Infcription points out, Here 
 
 Was Babylon, or once demands a Tear : 
 
 Nor prefent Ages to the future tell 
 
 Where once thy Glory flione, and where it fell 140 
 
 But duly tranfient is the Fate of Walls,. 
 And frail the Fabric, where the Builder falls. 
 Lo ! Jordan, weeping for her Heroes flain, 
 Bubbles her plaintive Murmurs to the Main,, 
 In purple Tears reveals the piteous Tale 145 
 
 To every Sifter Stream in every Vale. 
 Go now, and bid a thoufand Heifers bleed, 
 Invoke a thoufand Demons to thy Aid, 
 Not to be fed with Blood of flaughter'd Kine, 
 Offer thy firft-born Sons on Moloch's Shrine.. 150 
 
 Where is thy Prince who with feraphic Fire 
 Strung to his Maker's Praife the founding Lyre ? 
 
 When
 
 HAPPINESS* i) 
 
 When Israel's lift'ning Sons, a pious Throtlg, 
 
 In Crowds drank deeply the prophetic Song. 
 
 Then Gaza wept, and Ascalon deplor'd 155 
 
 Her Fields wide- wafted by thy conqu'ring Sword. 
 
 Where is the Man who by fome babling Stream 
 
 Felt the ftrong Impulfe of prophetic Dream, 
 
 Or on the Summit high of pendent Rocks 
 
 Craggy, impervious to the neighboring Flocks, 160 
 
 In Vifion wrapt, expos'd to future Times 
 
 Judah's polluted Rites and impious Crimes? 
 
 Thus fell the favour'd Few, diftinguifh'd high, 
 
 Refign'd they fell, and funk without a Sigh. 
 
 AH that cou*d perifh is diffolv'd and gone; 165 
 
 And Virtue claims Stability alone. 
 
 To varnifli otv our Guilt each poor Pretence 
 Is made a Plea, and tortur'd into Senfe. 
 But where's the mighty Profit if we gain 
 An Hour of Pleafure for an Age of Pain? 170 
 
 Where are the Tyrants of the World ? Say where * 
 Where lies the Grecian P h i l i p's conqu'rihg Heir ? 
 
 C
 
 lo JA ^/P ? 11 i^ ^E AS iS. 
 
 The Curfe of Nations, by no Tie confin'd, 
 
 Spoiler of Kings and Plund'rer of Mankind; 
 
 And to th' aftonifli*d World the burning Star, 175 
 
 Portending Carnage, and devouring War? 
 
 Lo I A s I a's haughty Lord ! whofe impious Hand 
 Cou'd fetter Seas and level half the Land, 
 Viewing his Millions on the dusky Coaft, ^ 
 
 Wedg'd in with Chariots and a banner'd Hoft, 180 
 
 Fett Terrors in his Breaft and boding Fears, 
 That queird his Man, and gave him up to Tears. 
 
 Behold young Gothic Charles difpenfing Fate, 
 While War and Peace his dread Command await 1 
 Nor Cold nor Heat through Climes from Pole to Pole, 185 
 Can tame the rugged Temper of his Soul; 
 Where'er he moves pale Fear and wild Difmay, 
 Foul Rout and Defolation mark Jiis.Way. 
 The Queen of Beauty fpreads in vain her Charms ; 
 Pleafure in vain allures him to her Arms : 1 90 
 
 Nor burijing Sands obiftrudl, nor frozen Plains, 
 O'er Nature's felf extend his wide Domains ;
 
 H A 1> p i N E S S. MX 
 
 But fee the Monarch bend his weary Way, 
 
 Weak and inglorious from Pultowa's Day! 
 
 Behold him bleeding, naked, arid alone, 195 
 
 A needy Beggar at a barb'rous Throne. 
 
 Where now the Triumphs from his boundlefs Scheme P 
 
 All falFn and vanifliM like a bafelefs Dream. 
 
 ]Blu(h, Glory, blbfh ! thy faithlefs Laurels mourn ! 
 
 iSince a few tranfient Moments can o'erturn 200 
 
 What fcarce fucceffive Conquefls cou'd obtain. 
 
 With Seas of Gore, and Millions loft in vain. 
 
 Nature will, ftill the fame, iti Spite of Schools^ 
 Create us wife, or will confirm us Fools. i' »l^- . 
 tonfcience re'ckim^, congenial with the Soul, " m-^i"^^' t^- sb5 
 Counfels unbid, and vainly We controul : 
 'Tis this that freezes up the Villain's Blood, ^^■rm^T^-' 
 
 And whifpers ftill, " 'Tis eafy to be Good:" "''^ ' * • 
 And fpeaks him deaf alike to Mercy's Cries, m>. •%- »• 
 Who murders Nations, and who tortures FlieS. 210 
 
 ^ercy defcending on ^he Wretched ddwn, '-^^^^ 
 
 Makes great, Beydnd the fcepterM Monarch's Crown: '^'^ '"'^'^ 
 
 . ... 'i in •'. v>
 
 12 HAPPINESS. 
 
 Tis mightiell in the Mighty ; and receives 
 Doubly the precious Blefling which it gives. 
 
 Fond, foolifli Man! examine well thy Heart ; 215 
 
 Enquire, 'twill fcarcely tell Thee that Thou art. 
 Say where Thou waft, when at the Thund'rer's Tongue 
 Harmonious Order from Confufion fprung? 
 Where, when He fpread the Mantle of the Night 
 O'er Matter's Form, or gave it into Light? 220 
 
 Where, when in Heav'n the Iheeted Clouds He curl'd. 
 Or fix'd the folid Bafis of the World ? 
 Where, when He bade the Sea no farther go ; 
 Or made from rocky Hills the Torrent flow ? 
 Where, when adpwn A r a b i a's happy Vales 225 
 
 He breath'd her Spice and aromatic Gales ? 
 Supreme, all-wife, and omniprefent King \ 
 From whom aH Things have fprung, and all fball fpring ; 
 Our worldly Strength and fublunary Pow'r 
 Thy Will hath deftin'd to a ftated Hour* 23a 
 
 Time fhall grow old, and Nature (hall decays 
 The ftarry Pole and Heav'ns fliall pafs away. 
 But Thou alone fhalt never fail, thy Name 
 Omnipotent, Etelrnal, and the Same- 234
 
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 S T AN Z •• A S 
 
 WRITTENAT 
 
 GODSTOWE NUNNERY 
 
 Near OXFORD. 
 
 Jgnofcenda tameriy Jctrent Jl ignofcere, ^ Virg. 
 
 I. 
 
 A H ! while alongft thefe Banks a deeper Shade, 
 ^ •*- From yonder mofs-grown Walls, and mould'ring TowVs,, 
 Embrowns the Noon- tide Horrors of the Glade, ra^urt* 
 
 And blafts the Bloffom of its opening Flow'rs ; 
 
 II. 
 
 Ah [ while with trembling Steps I flowly tread 
 
 Beneath the tott'ring Arch, and fretted Dome \ 
 
 Methinks I ftarting hear the Qieeted Dead 
 
 Plaint out their ftoried Sorrows from the TomEu. i
 
 14 STANZAS WRITTEN AT 
 
 in. 
 
 Lo! Rosamond*, beneath yon filent Valcj 
 Clofe by the falling Stream's dull Murmur, roves 
 A flefhlefs Spedre ; and laments the Tale, 
 The piteous Tale of her difaftVous Loves. 
 
 • RosAMOJJb, Of Rose CLiFfokD, was the Daughter of Walter, Lord 
 Clifford, and born in 1151. In her Infancy fhe was carefully educated in 
 her Father's Houfe j and when Ihe grew up was fent for Improvement to the 
 Nunnery at Godstowe, where the Nuns lived religioufly and pleafantly, being 
 indulged with the Liberty of vifiting the neighbouring Villages, and allowed 
 every Sort of innocent Mirth; 
 
 As (he grew up (he became equally confpicuoiis for het* Beauty, and for this 
 Graces of her Mind ; the Fame of which having reached the Ears of King 
 Henry the \l\ he became enamoured, and found Means to corrupt this lovely 
 Woman, at the Age of feventecn. She remained abfolute Miftrefs of the King's 
 Heart for many Years, which exceedingly inflamed his high-fpirited Queens 
 Eleanor ; who, as fhe broiight him the Dutchy of AquitaIne, arid the County 
 of PoicTiERS, fo fhe warmly refented his Infidelity to her Bed. 
 
 The King thought to prcferve Rosamond by keeping her privately. Farnham 
 Caflle in Surry was fome Time her Refidence. But afterward flie removed into 
 X)xfordJhirey where the King built for her a curious Seat hear the Royal Palace 
 at Woodstock, which in thofe Days was called Rosamond's Bower^ and is faid 
 to have been fo contrived, that it was not eafy to find out the fair Lady's Apart- 
 ment i and bcfides there were fubierraneous PafTages to favour the Efcapc of 
 kosAAiOND, in Cafe the jealous Queen fhould attempt any Thing againft her. 
 
 The current Story of her Death is, that the jealous and enraged Qtieen having 
 by the Means 6i a Clue of Thread obtained Admictahcc into the fecrct ReccfTcs
 
 "f^ ^- 
 
 G O D S T O W E JN N N E R Y,i i J 
 
 Where waft Thou, Hbnry, in that lucklefs iDay, 
 To chafe the Terrors of that fatal Hour, i*Bt. 
 When Jealoufy purfu'd her bloody Way, 
 Thro' the wild Mazes of the fecret Bow'r ? 
 
 ** Save me, flie cry'd ; Ah lave me from her Rage ! 
 
 *' Where Is the wonted Succour of that Arm, 
 
 ^' Whofe Prefence once cou'd evVy Grief affuage, 
 
 " And ev'ry Boding of my Fears difarm ? 
 
 «' See, Eleanor, tlie Obje(£b of thy Hate 
 " Low at thy Feet and all-expiring lie ! ^ 
 
 " Relenting, pity, Oh ! my haplefs State, i l>'*f?ir«iiii ^^ 
 
 " And think. Oh! think, how hard it is to die I 
 
 of the Bower, appeared before the trembling Rosamond with a Dagger in one 
 Hand, and a Bowl of Poifon in the other^ the latter of which fhe is faid to have 
 made her Choice, and expired by, 
 
 This happened in the Year 1 177, which was the 24^'' of Henry the IP, who 
 was extravagantly fond of her Memory, and for her Sake beftowed great Favors 
 on GoDSTOWE Nunnery, to which, while living, j(he was. a great Benefad;refs^ 
 and where, by her own Defire, Ihe was buried..
 
 i6 STANZAS WRITTEN AT 
 
 VIl 
 
 ** To leave and change this all-enKv'ning Light 
 " For the dark clay-cold Manfions of the Tomb, 
 " To fink, for ever loft, in endlefs Night, 
 ** A trembling Prey to Death's relentlefs Doom. 
 
 vni, 
 
 " And muft thefe Limbs fo once adfnir'd, this Face, 
 *' To which thy Henry bow'd a wilHng Slave, 
 " Now rot, and fefter in the cold Embrace 
 ** Of black Corruption and the loathfome Grave ? 
 
 " Spare me, and then for ever will I dwell 
 " Where Virgin Saints, by the pale Taper's Raysj 
 *' Immur'd beneath the Gloyfter's gloomy Cell, 
 *^ Offer to Heav'n the Incenfe of their Prdfe, 
 
 *' O ! then nb lab'ring Terrors fhalt Thou findj 
 '* No jealous Fears iOiall then invade thy Breaft, 
 *' No Canker Care then rankle in thy Mind, 
 ■^^ Or feed upon the BlofToms of thy Reftt" 
 
 XL In
 
 GODSTOWE NUNNERY. 17 
 
 XL 
 
 In vain Thou plead'ft, alas ! in vain thine Eyes 
 Speak the perfuafive Language of a Tear: 
 Nor Tears, nor heaving Sobs, nor broken Sighs, 
 Can pierce offended Jealoufy's dull Ear ! 
 
 XII. 
 
 Yet well the Story of thy Tale might move 
 Each fofter Heart, that feels Another's Woe ; 
 For fure, unlefs it be a Crime to love. 
 No Crime thy tender Age cou'd ever know. 
 
 xrii. 
 
 For Ihee the pitying Mufe {hall weep, and weave 
 For TT^ee^ along her Is is filver Tide, 
 The mournful Honours of her tend'reft Wreath, 
 And deck thy Aflies with a filvan Pride. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Weeping her brighteft Copy is no more. 
 Yearly great Beauty's Queen fhall thither go; 
 And Love repair, to mourn his faithlefs Store, 
 His pointlefs Arrows, and his broken Bow. 
 
 D
 
 i9 STANZAS WRITTEN, 6cc. 
 
 XV. 
 
 Thy Grave fhall yearly bloom with Violets crown'd 
 And Spring Ambrojial fhall embalm the Air, 
 And pour her choiceft Odours all around 
 The Sod, that lightly lies upon the Fair.
 
 C '9 ] 
 
 O;* 
 
 NIGHT thought; 
 
 I. 
 
 ^ I ^ H E Clock has ftruck ; poor wretched Man, beware ;, 
 
 -*• The paffing Knell of thy departed Hours 
 Is rung, — and equal Diflblution's near 
 Sad Poverty's low Cot and Grandeur's Tow'rs. 
 
 Now Horror hanging from fome Rock's loofe Side, 
 An Echo to the plaintive Night^bird\ Moan, 
 Hears from afar the hollow murm'ring Tide, 
 The Tempeft's Howl, and the wreck'd Sailor's Groan* 
 
 HI. 
 
 Some 'nighted Wand'rer o'er yon barren Wafte 
 Doubles his Speed, unknowing where to fly, . 
 Half dead with eager Fear and trembling Hafte, 
 While Fancy forms pale Shadows fleeting by. . . ' 
 
 D 2
 
 20 A NIGHT THOUGHT. 
 
 IV. 
 
 What Confidence, O Man ! now fteels thy Breaft, 
 While Midnight Phantafies attend thy Bed ? 
 What magic Pow'r can lull thy Soul to Reft, 
 While gloomy Horrors roll around thy Head ? 
 
 V. 
 
 Whence the Perfuafion that returning Day 
 Shall break the leaden Tyranny of Night ? 
 Whence the fond Hope that e'er one folar Ray 
 .Shall cheer the World, or give it into Light ? 
 
 VI. 
 
 O Thou, ray God, and thine immortal PowV, 
 Soothing thefe awful Terrors of my Soul, 
 Difarm'ft the Rage of ev'ry dangVous Hour, 
 The bloody Dagger, and the pois*nous Bowl: 
 
 VH. 
 
 Thy friendly guarding Hand is ever near, 
 And turns the thick- fpread Darknefs into Light ; 
 Diffolves each anxious Thought, and rifing Fear, 
 And makes each coming Morn fcrenely bright^
 
 A NIGHT THOUGHT. 21 
 
 VIII. 
 
 O may I at the folemn Trump's Command, 
 When Gods themfelves fhall fear, and Angels weep. 
 When Kings fhall bend, and Tyrants trembling ftand, 
 Awake to tife from Death's long-lafting Sleep !
 
 { " ] 
 
 Man that is born of a Woman hath but a short Time to 
 
 LIVE, AND IS FULL OF MiSERY. He COMETH UP AND IS CUT DOWN 
 
 LIKE A Flower : He fleeth as it were a Shadow, &c. 
 
 ALAS! how weak on Earth the narrow Span 
 By Heav'n allotted unto haplefs Man I 
 His Life is Sorrow, and with plaintive Cries 
 He numbers all his Days by Miferies. 
 A Flow'r he rifes from his Parent Clay ; 
 Like it he droops, and fhordy fades away. 
 Early in Night defcends his fetting Sun, 
 Like fleeting Shadows foon his Race is run. 
 In ruddiefl: Prime of Life, and flrongeft Breath, 
 We only tread the gloomy Vale of Death. 
 Oh ! whither then fhall Man for Succour fly ? 
 To what kind Hand for wanted Mercy cry? 
 To whom but Thee, O Lord, whofe righteous Face 
 Is juftly turn'd from Man's ofi^ending Race 1 
 Yet Thou, O God, wilt fee the fl:arting Tear, 
 And lend the Sinner's Pray'r a gracious Ear, 
 O may no Pains at our lafl: trembling Hour 
 Fall down, O Lord, from thine avenging Pow'r ! 
 No Pains from Thee to rend the fl:ruggling Heart, 
 And add a Sting to Death's embitter'd Dart.
 
 C 23 ] 
 
 WHO ARE THE HAPPY? 
 
 I. 
 
 f^ O fearch the peopled World around^ 
 ^^-^ Widely exert thy adlive Soul, 
 Then own the Happy are not found 
 'Twixt India and the Northern Pole, 
 
 IL 
 
 We vainly form wild Dreams of Pow^ 
 What mad Ambition bids, obey; 
 Cherifli a Blifs that, like the Flow'r, 
 Blows but to grace a fingle Day. 
 
 III. 
 
 The Lover, doating on the Fair, 
 Counts o'er and o'er her thoufand Charms^ 
 Thinks Happinefs is only there. 
 And Pleafure only in her Arms*
 
 24 WHO ARE THE HAPPY? 
 
 IV. 
 
 The Mercliant quits the peaceful Shore 
 For ftormy Seas, in fearch of Wedlth, 
 And for the dearer golden Ore 
 Barters fair Eafe and cheerful Health. 
 
 V. 
 
 Ambitious Pow'r can never ftand ; 
 The Lover finds untrue the Fair; 
 The Merchants wreck'd upon the Strand ; 
 And Hope indulg'd is but Defpair. 
 
 THE
 
 C 25 ] 
 
 THE 
 
 FALL OF BABYLON 
 
 AND HER 
 
 K I N G. 
 
 From the 1 3th and 14th Chapters of the 
 P R O P H E C Y of I S A l' A H *. 
 
 1. 
 
 ND IS thy Pride no more— -thy tow'ring Head, 
 Thy Gloty feated on a ftarry Throne ! 
 How IS the great, the golden City fled ! 
 And how the ftrong, the proud Oppreflbr gone ! 
 
 * How hath the OpprefTor ccafcd ' the golden City ceafed ! 
 The Lord hath broken the Staff of the wicked, and the Sceptre of the Rulers. 
 He who fmote the People in Wrath with a continual Stroke j He that ruled 
 the Nations in Anger, is perfecuted, and none hindereth-. 
 
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 26 THE FALL OF BABYLON 
 
 II. 
 
 Lo I She who fmotc the trembling Nations round, 
 And haughty ruFd the vanquifli'd World alone, 
 Herfelf is falFn, — low trodden on the Ground, 
 Her Sceptre broken, and her Strength o'erthrown ! 
 
 The whole Earth is at Reft and is quiet, they break forth into finging. 
 
 Yea, the Fir-trees rejoice at Tfefcc, and the Cedars of Lebanon, faying, Since 
 Thou art laid down, no Feller is cOfhe up againft us. 
 
 Hell from beneath is moved for Thee, to meet Thee at thy Coming ; it ftir- 
 reih up the Dead for Thee, even all the chief Ones of the Earth i ic hath raifed 
 up from their Throngs all the Kings of the Nations. 
 
 Ail they (hall fpeak and fay unto Thee, Art Thou alfo become weak as We ^ 
 Art Thou become like unto Us ? 
 
 Thy Pomp is brought down to the Grave, and the Noife of thy Viols : the 
 Worm is fpread under Thee, and the Worms cover Thee ? 
 
 How art Thou fallen from Heaven, O Lucifer, Son of the Morning ! How 
 art Thou cut down to the Ground, which didft weaken the Nations ! 
 
 For Thou haft faid in thine Heart, I will afcend into Heaven, I will exalt my. 
 Throne above the Stars of God : I will fit alfo upon the Mount of the Congre- 
 tion, in the Sides of the North. 
 
 I will afcend above the Heights of the Clouds, I will be like the Moft High^ 
 
 Yet Thou ftialt be brought down to Hell, to the Sides of the Pit. 
 
 They that fee Thee, ftiall narrowly look upon Thee, and confider Thee, fay- 
 ing. Is this the Man that made the Earth to tremble ? that did fhake Kingdoms? 
 
 That made the World as a Wildernefs, and deftroyed the Cities thereof? that 
 opened not the Houfe of his Prifoners ? 
 
 Ail the Kings of the Nations, even all of them lie in Glory, every one in hisi 
 own Houfe.
 
 ANDHERKING. 27 
 
 III. 
 
 The Earth rejoic'd, the great Deftroyer dead, 
 And loudly fhouted o'er her fir^king PowV ; 
 And Lebanon high-wav'd his cedary Head, 
 The Feller driven from his facred Bow r. 
 
 But Thou art caft out of thy Grave, .like an abominable Branch : and as the 
 Raiment of thofe that are flain, thruft through with a Sword, that go down to 
 the Stones of the Pit, as a Carcafs trodden under Feet. 
 
 Thou (halt not be joined with them in Burial, becaufe Thou haft deftroyed 
 thy Land, and flain thy People: The Seed of evil Doers never fhall be renowned. 
 
 Prepare Slaughter for 'his Children, for the Iniquity of their Fathers -, that 
 they do not rife, nor poffcfs the Land, nor fill the Face of the World with CitieSi 
 
 For I will rife up againft them, faith the Lord of Hofts, and cut off from 
 Babylon the Name^ and Remnant, and Son, and Nephew, faith the Lord. 
 
 I will alfo make it a PofrcfTion for the Bittern, and Pools of Water : and I will 
 fweep it with the Befom of Deftrudtion, faith the Lord of Hofts. 
 
 And Babylon, the Glory of Kingdoms, the Beauty of the Chaldee's Excel- 
 lency, ftiall be, as when God overthrew Sodom and Gomorrah. 
 
 It fliall never be inhabited ; neither fliall it be dwelt in from Generation to 
 Generation : neither ftiall the Arabian pitch Tent there, neither ftiall the Shep- 
 herds make their Fold there. 
 
 But wild Beafts of the Defart fliall lie there, and their Houfes fliall be full of 
 doleful Creatures, and Owls ftiall dwell there, and Satyrs fliall dance there. 
 
 And tiie wild Beafts of the Iflands fliall cry in their defolate Houfes, and 
 t)ragons in their pleafant Palaces : and her Time is near to come^ and her Days 
 Ihall not be prolonged* 
 
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 28 THE FALL OF BABYLON 
 
 IV. 
 
 For Thee grim Death, for Thee the yawning Grave 
 
 From all her Caverns calls th' illuftrious Slain, 
 
 Heroes and earthly Kings, divinely brave. 
 
 Valiant for nought, and powerful in vain I ^^^^v^,^ xzuu-t -ihl 
 
 • V. - ' 
 
 All Thefe affrighted, from their craggy Beds 
 Starting in Hafte, thy loathed Carcafs meet ; 
 On Thee they gaze, and taunting fhake their Heads,, 
 And thy Approach and Vanities thus greet ; 
 
 VI. 
 
 And art Thou fall'n at length, as We ? and muft' 
 Thy PowV too periih, which was once the Dread 
 Of Kings? thy Noife is brought beneath the Duft,, 
 And crawling Worms thy putrid Limbs o'erfpread ! 
 
 The Lord of Hefts hath fworn, faying, Surely as I have thought, fo (hall it- 
 conic to pals ; and as I have purpofed, fo Ihall it Hand : 
 
 For the Lord of Hofts hath purpofed, and who fliall difannul it? And hi*. 
 Hand is ftrttchcd out, and who (hall turn it back ?
 
 AND HER KING. 29 
 
 VII. 
 
 How art Thou fall'n, thou brighteft Son of Day ! 
 Thou, who didft weaken all the Nations wide I 
 How are thy fplendid Glories done away, 
 Thy Pomp, thy Revels, and thy wonted Pride I 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Thou faidfl, To Heav'n a Deity Til rife, 
 My Throne upon the facred Mountain place; 
 My Pow'r, high-rais'd above the ftarry Skies, 
 Shall awe the conquer'd World's fubmiflive Race.. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Yet fhalt Thou fmk into th' Abyfs of Hell,. 
 While wondVing Nations gaze upon thy Fall, 
 And to each other thy Deftrudion tell, 
 Triumphant trampling o'er thy moulder'd WalL 
 
 X. 
 
 Is this the Man who fliook the trembling World^, 
 And into Deferts turn'd the peopled Plain ! 
 Who on. proud Cities fiery Ruin hurl'd. 
 Nor ever loos'd his aged Pris'ner's Chain!:
 
 30 THE FALL OF BABYLON 
 
 XL 
 
 Departed Monarchs of the World All reft 
 Enflirin'd in Glories in their native Land; 
 But Thou fhalt lie unburied, vilely caft 
 A noifome Carcafs on the defert Strand, 
 
 XII, 
 
 Trod by infulting Feet, — nor e'er cntomb'd: 
 For Thou haft flain thy People, and the Name 
 Of brutal Cruelty is ever doom'd 
 To vain Repentance and eternal Shame. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Arife, and to the Carnage quick advance, 
 Ye Nations ! and divide the bloody Prize ; 
 Cut off the Son, the laft remaining Branch, 
 Left from her Afhes other Cities rife I 
 
 XIV. 
 
 I will arife Myfclf, the Lord hath faid, 
 i'^nd with Deftrudion fweep away each Trace 
 Of Babylon, till her proud Tow'rs fo low be laid. 
 No future Times fhall mark her wonted Place.
 
 AND HER KING. 
 
 31 
 
 XV. 
 
 *There the wild Arab (hall not pitch his Tent, 
 But all a naked, folitary Rock ; 
 No Shepherd there, the ruddy Day far fpent. 
 Shall pen his Fold, or tend the bleating Flock ; 
 
 XVI. 
 
 But hungry Monfters in thy Chambers howl ; 
 And where thy Marble Palaces once flood, 
 The Wolf (hall den, and Midnight Tigers prowl. 
 And the Wild-Afi require his fcanty Food. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 There bloated Toads fhall crawl, 'midft Poifons bred,. 
 Where mirthful Riot gave the gladfome Sound ; 
 And where lewd Pleafure woo'd Thee to her Bed, 
 Scorpions and Adders aim the burning Wound. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 What Hand fhall dare annul the facred Word 
 
 Which God hath fworn ? What Pow'r fhall (hut the Tomb ? 
 
 Who plead for Thee ? Who turn afide the Lord, 
 
 Since He hath juflly fpoke thy fated. Doom ?
 
 C 3* ] 
 
 THE 
 
 LAMENTATION of DAVID 
 
 K O R 
 
 SAUL AND JONATHAN. 
 
 From the Firft Chapter of the Second Book 
 
 of SAMUEL*. 
 
 TT AY Thee in Duft, O Israel, and lament, 
 
 -*— ' (Thy Garments and thy lovely Trefles rent,) 
 
 Lament thy Sons, their Glories done away ; 
 
 Loudly lament Gilboa's fatal Day. 
 
 How 
 
 • And David lamented with this Lamentation over Saul, and over Jonathan 
 
 his Son. 
 
 The Beauty of Israel is flain upon the High Places : How are the Mighty 
 
 fallen ! 
 
 Tell
 
 THE LAMENTATION OF DAVID, ^c, 33 
 
 How is thy Beauty on the Mountains flain I 
 How are thy Warriors prefs'd beneath the Plain ! 
 Once for thy Triumphs fam'd, the Soil is dew'd 
 With Israel's King and Judah's facred Blood. 
 O may no Fame to E ckron's Tow'rs convey 
 Or AsKELON, the Slaughter of that Dayl 
 Proclaim it not in G ath ; left the curs'd Race 
 Of proud Phi LIST I A joy in our Difgrace, 
 
 Tell it not in Gath, publifh it not in the Streets of Askelonj left the 
 Daughters of the Philiftines rejoice, left the Daughters of the Uncircumcifed 
 triumph ! 
 
 Ye Mountains of Gilboa, let there be no Dew, neither let there be Rain upon 
 you, nor Fields of Offerings : for there the Shield of the Mighty is vilely caft 
 away, the Shield of Saul, as though he had not been anointed with Oil. 
 
 From the Blood of the Slain, from the Fat of the Mighty, the Bow of Jona- 
 than turned not back, and the Sword of Saul returned not empty. . \ 
 
 Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleafant in their Lives, and in their 
 Death they were not divided : they were fwifter than Eagles, they were ftronger 
 than Lions. 
 
 Ye Daughters of Ifrael, weep over Saul, who clothed you in Scarlet, with 
 other Delights ; who put on Ornaments of Gold upon your Apparel. 
 
 How are the Mighty fallen in the Midft of the Battle ! O Jonathan, Thou 
 waft flain in thine High Places4;:-\/ ivifjr.ji r^^j -jr- ? -/t ' ; 
 
 I am diftrcfled for Thee» my Brother Jonathan : very pleafant haft Thou been 
 unto me : thy Love to me was wonderful, pafTing the Love of Women. , 
 
 How are the Mighty fallen ! and the Weapons of War periflied !
 
 34 THE LAMENTATION OF DAVID 
 
 Left the Jl range D aught en to their Sifters tell 
 
 In Songs of Triumph how the Mighty fell ! 
 
 Left faithlefs Canaan other Temples raife, 
 
 And chant to Idol Gods their impious Praife. 
 
 Ye Mountains of Gil bo a; may no Dew, 
 
 No kindly Show'r of Heav'n, defcend on You ! 
 
 But all a barren Wafte thy fruitful Field I 
 
 For there the Weapons perifti'd, there the Shield, 
 
 For there the Lord's Anointed fell; there fled 
 
 The Brave ; and mingled with the common Dead, 
 
 In Scenes of Blood on S e n e h's hoftile Ground 
 
 The Bow of Jonathan dealt Slaughter round : 
 
 An Army flirunk beneath his Arm in Fight, 
 
 The Mountains (hook, and Warriors urg'd their FKght. 
 
 The Sword of Saul, too well Philistia knows, 
 
 Ne'er came unfated from his Country's Foes. 
 
 Lovely the Heroes did each Danger fliare ; 
 
 Lovely they trod the Ranks of crimfon'd War : 
 
 Swifter than Eagles on the liquid Way, 
 
 Stronger than Lions o'er their trembling Prey : 
 
 In Life one common Glory made them great, 
 
 Alike in Death they fliar'd one common Fate.
 
 FOR SAUL AND JONATHAN. 35 
 
 Weep for yourfelves, ye Virgins, Saul is dead, 
 
 Pale and diflidnour'd lies th' anointed Head ! * *^; 
 
 Whence now, ye Daughters, will your Beauties drefs'd 
 
 In gorgeous Habits, and the purple Veft, '^ A ^F 
 
 Shine in the Dance; or at the holy Feaft 
 
 Shew you the brighteft Damfels oFtheEast? 
 
 Who bring you Riches from a foreign Shore, 
 
 Since Saul is dead, and Jonathan no rnore?*^^"^* 
 
 How are the Mighty fall'n ! How vain on Earth '*^'^* 
 
 Is manly Valour, and fuperior Worth ! 
 
 Thy Love to me, O Jonathan, was far ^ -'^h--^ i^-^^ 
 
 Beyond the tender Love that Women bear : 
 
 From me no ftudied Cruelties cou'd part 
 
 Thy kind Affections and thy feeling Heart. 
 
 For Thee my Breaft fhall figh in conftant Woe, 
 
 For Thee mine Eye fliall gufh, and Sorrows flow. 
 
 No Eafe from Grief my wounded Soul fhall find, 
 
 No Seafon tear Thee from my troubled Mind ! 
 
 How are the Mighty fall'n ! How vain on Earth 
 
 Is manly Valour, and fuperior Worth 1 
 
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 It 
 
 C 3*5 ];^|; 
 
 V '* »,'il d"- ■ ■ rr^*-t* •♦#''4 rj*-it,jt|^f 
 
 P S A L IM .CXXXVII 
 
 PARAPHRASED*. 
 
 til 
 
 s 
 
 I. 
 
 I L E N T we ftray'd by Babylon's proud Stream, 
 
 And cheerlels mourn'd along the defert Strand, r | 
 
 Our Glories vanifh'd as a bafelefs Dream, , , ,„, m^ ' . ,,^ r 
 Our Temple burnt, and defolated Land. ^^^ ^^^ .^^^j j^ 
 
 • By the Waters of Babylon, there we fat down j yea, we wept when we re- 
 membered ZiON. 
 
 We hanged our Harps upon the Willows, in the Midit thereof. 
 
 For there they that carried us away captive required of us a Song ; and they 
 that wafted us, required of us Mirth, faying. Sing us one of the Songs of ZionI * 
 
 How fhall we fing the Lord's Song in a ftrange Land ?Tf -^ril^ -^fl 
 
 If 1 forget Thee, O Jerusalem, let my right Hand forget her Cunning. 
 
 If I do not remember Thee, let my Tongue cleave to the Roof of my MoutK;. 
 if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief Joy. , •■■.< ,.',,„,:; a \ 
 
 Remember, O Lord, the Children of Edom, in the Day of TzKUSALZHi- yfkfh 
 faid. Raze it, raze it, even to the Foundation thereof. ' ^^ * 
 
 O Daughter of Babylon, who art to be deftroyed : happy fhall be he that: 
 rewardeth Thee as Thou haft ferved us. 
 
 Happy (hall be he that takcth and daflicth thy little Ones againft the Stones. .
 
 PSALM CXXXVir^ PARAPHRASED, 37- 
 
 II. 
 
 Alas ! no Joy our fick'ning Hearts cou'd know^ 
 No Melody we had, our Harps unftrung ; 
 And, jufteft Emblems of our plaintive Woe, 
 At Diftance on the drooping Willows hung. 
 
 III. 
 
 When lo! our haughty Lords thus taunting fpoke, 
 " Begin, fing Sign's Song!" and ihall we iing,:>jii 1 i,:t:i'{f 
 When forely bruis'd beneath a foreign Yoke, ; 
 
 Of Sign's Glory, and her heav'niy King? ^ ! ?' J-iua 1 ; 
 
 IV. 
 
 If ever I forget my native Earth, 
 
 May my Hand fail me in the doubtful Hour ; 
 
 If I prefer not Sign to my Mirth, 
 
 May my Tongue fault'ring lofe its wonted PowV.. 
 
 V. ' 
 
 Look, L o R Dj from Heav'n, and view our funk Eftate,. 
 Thy Israel trampled by the Nations down ; 
 Remember Edom, how flie urg'd our Fate, 
 And cry'dj Raze Sign's Bulwarks to the Groundli
 
 38 PSALM CXXXVir PARAPHRASED. 
 
 VL 
 
 O Babylon, how vain thine haughty Boafts ! 
 Since Ruin hovers o'er thy tottVing Throne; 
 Deftrudtion ftalks around thy impious Coafts, 
 And Defolation marks Thee for her own. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Our bleeding Wrongs to Thee fliall be returned ; 
 
 When Thou /halt weep with unavailing Groans, 
 
 Thy Virgins ravifli'd, and thy City burn'd. 
 
 And helplefs Infants dafh'd againft the Stones. - ^
 
 C 39 ] 
 
 THOUGHTS 
 
 O N 
 
 STONEHENGE 
 
 While Viewed at a Diftance, furrounded by innu- 
 merable Barrows, the Repofitories of R o y a l 
 Warriors and British Druids. 
 
 ADDRESSED TO THE 
 
 Moft Noble GEORGE^ 
 
 Late Lord Marqucfs of T w e e d a l e, 
 
 Ptdcherrima Proles 
 
 Magnanimi Heroes^ nati meliorihiis anms. 
 
 Hie Majius ob patriain pugnando vulnera paffl 
 
 ^ique Sacerdotes cajii j dufn Vita manebat \ 
 
 ^i que pa Fates f & Fhcebo digna locuti* Vi R G, 
 
 r. 
 
 TO Thee, Urania, ferious Lays 
 And Heav'n- directed Themes belong j 
 fnvok'd, affift my early Praife, 
 Difdainful of the venal Song. ^"^ 
 
 ■'( 
 
 % 
 
 3tOi-
 
 ^o THOUGHTS ON STONEHENG. 
 
 II. ; 
 
 iNor Thou, illuftrious Hay, refufe, 
 Whofe Line from ancient Heroes fprings, 
 Thy young Attention to the Mufe, 
 Tlie Lore of Virtue while fhe fings. 
 
 III. 
 
 On thefe extended Plains, where Health 
 Leads on in Dance the joyous Hours, 
 And breathes out Fragrancy and Wealth 
 Around * Severia's lofty TowVs. 
 
 .IV. 
 
 With Wonder view how yonder Rocks, 
 In Order wild and artlefs Grace, 
 Surrounded by ten thoufand Flocks, 
 With awful Horror fill the Place. 
 
 What but fome Bard this Pile cou'd rear, 
 Wiiofe Magic^ like A m p h i o n's Lyre, 
 Surpafs'd the niceft Builder's Care, 
 jAnd bade the Columns high afpire. 
 
 • Salisbury. 
 
 VL 'Twas
 
 THOUGHTS ON STONEHENGE. 41 
 
 VI. 
 
 'Twas here thofe Sons of ancient Fame, 
 Whom Glory fir'd and Juftice led, 
 Ador'd their great Creator's Name, 
 And crufh'd Ambition's guilty Head. 
 
 VIU 
 
 When Freedom call'd her to the Field, 
 Here * Boadicea in her Carr, 
 Grafping her Javelin and the Shield, 
 Oppos'd the rugged Front of War. 
 
 * Boadicea, whofe Name is very differently written by Roman and Britijb 
 Authors, was the Wife of Prasutagus, King of the Iceni, who were the Inha- 
 bitants of Suffolk, Norfolk, Cambridgefhire, Ifle of Ely and Huntingdon ; who 
 at his Death devifed his Dominions jointly between his two Daughters, who were 
 under the Care of their Mother Queen Boadicea, and the Romans. But They, 
 under Pretence of performing the Will, took Poffeffion of the Whole, his Trea- 
 fures and his very Palace ; his Daughters they deflowred -, and the Queen, who 
 fhewcd her juft Refentment, they fcourged with Rods. This Treatment (he bore 
 fo long as no Remedy feemcd to offer -, but on a proper Opportunity, when the 
 Roman Commander and great part of his Forces were gone on a diftant Expedi- 
 tion, (he fo rouzed the Britons with a Senfe of hers and their own Injuries, that 
 Ihe appeared in the Field at the Head of an Hundred and Twenty Thoufand 
 Men; with which (he deftroyed the Roman Colony at Camalodunum, now 
 Malden in Essex ; and is faid in the whole to have flaughtered no lefs than 
 
 G
 
 42 THOUGHTS ON STONEHENGE. 
 
 Vlll. 
 
 Ye, who love lefs the Good than Grcat> 
 Think not thefe Warriors of Renown 
 Admir'd the Blaze of Roman State, 
 Aw'd by the conqu'ring Tyrant's Frown^ 
 
 IX. 
 
 Think not that Ignorance in Chains 
 E'er bound or pluck'd fair Reafon's Wing; 
 O'er his own Land and fmall Domains 
 Each ancient Patriarch was a King. 
 
 Eighty Thoufand Romans. This brought back Paulinus, the Roman Genera), 
 to the Afliftance of his maflacred Countrymen, and the decifive Battle was fought, 
 as fome imagine, on Salisbury Plain near Stonehenge. 
 
 BoADicEA drew up her own Forces herfelf, and in an open Chariot, accompa- 
 nied by her two Daughters, paffed between the Ranks, encouraging her Men to 
 end at once the Roman Name, and efFeflually aflert their own Freedom. But 
 the Event neither equalled her Courage or the Juftice of her Caufe ; the Britons 
 were totally defeated, with the Lofs of not lefs than Eighty Thoufand Men. 
 This Battle was fought in the Year 6^. As for Boadicea, her Heart was too 
 great to grace a Roman Triumph, and fhe difpatched herfelf by Poifon» 
 
 The Britons, out of Gratitude, erecled a ftately Monument to her Memory, 
 which fome too fondly have perfuaded themfelves, that they have found in 
 Ston£H£nc£, which is of much earlier Date, and doubtlefs was eDruidical
 
 THOUGHTS ON STONEHENGE. 43 
 
 X. 
 
 CouM but our modern Heroes view 
 Thefe godlike Men of mighty Name, 
 Perhaps fome few, fome honeft few> 
 Wou'd weep, or blufli with confcious Shame. 
 
 xi. 
 
 As Flow'rs that with Enamel paint 
 The Mead, yet hide beneath their Bloom 
 The pois'nous Worm, fo Pleafures taint 
 The Spring of Life, and fpeed our Doom* 
 
 xir. 
 
 What Weighty Profits fliall we reap 
 When Wealth and Eafe our Spirits tame ? 
 Awake, ye Britons, as from Sleep 
 Arous'd, and catch the gen'rous Flame. 
 
 Temple -, the very Ruins of which at this Day muft flrike the Beholder with the 
 
 mod reverential Awe, and fhew how excellently calculated it muft have been 
 
 for the folemn Purpofes of Devotion, and the Attendance of perhaps the greater 
 
 part of the Inhabitants of that Part of the Ifland on the public Ceremonies of 
 
 their Religion. 
 
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 44 THOUGHTS ON STONEHENGE. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Lo Albion's penfive Genius grieves 
 Her braved Sons, now filent round 
 Thofe hanging Stones, as wither'd Leaves 
 Which thick beftrew the Winters' Ground. 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Thofe Sons, who fcorn'd the Roman Yoke, 
 Born but for great and glorious Ends ; 
 Who oft th' Invader's Pow'r had broke, 
 And fav'd their Country and their Friends. 
 
 XV. 
 
 Each Hero in a teeming Mound, 
 Contented fills the cold Abode, 
 And from his Temple waits the Sound 
 That foon fhall call Him to his Go d.^ 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Tho' buried in the gaping Womb 
 Of Time, and in the dark Abyfs, 
 A Voice ftill whifpers from the Tomh, 
 *' Thefe reft in everlafting Blifsl"
 
 THOUGHTS ON STONEHENGE. 45 
 
 XVIL 
 No Superflition cou*d impart, 
 Or teach the Worth of Freedom's Laws; 
 But true Religion warms that Heart 
 Which bravely bleeds in Virtue's Caufe. 
 
 xviir. 
 
 Let no vain Hand with impious Tcil 
 Difturb this confecrated Place, 
 Or once profane that hallow'd Soil 
 Ennobled by the Patriot Race. 
 
 XDf. 
 
 Under yon Turf their aged Bones,. 
 Equal in regular Decay 
 The Ruin of thefe half-fall'n Stones,^ 
 And gently mould'ring fink away* 
 
 XX. 
 
 That Work laid low in vulgar Duft, 
 Defying yet Time's rav'nous Claws, 
 Shall yield to the deep-piercing Ruft ; 
 And leave no Trace to fay^. It was..
 
 46 THOUGHTS ON STONEHENGE. 
 
 xxirx 
 
 Kingdoms and States by various Ways rro'^'P 
 Shall fall, by one fix'd Period bound -, *U 
 
 What mighty Ages fcarce cou'd raife, vin^ ' 
 
 At length fome tranfient Hours confound* 
 
 XXII. 
 
 Shall Man expert a longer Date 
 
 Than fuch vaft Monuments of Pow'r ? 
 
 He too muft ftoop to iron Fate, 
 
 Nor reach beyond the ftated Hour. - . . 
 
 XXIIL 
 
 The Pomp and Glories of the Proud, ' ' 
 
 And the vain Pleafures of the Gay, 
 At lafl are wrapt v/ithin that Shroud 
 Which ends this Tragi-comic Play. 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 But let thy early Youth beware 
 Falfe Pomps, vain Joys, unwieldy Pridcj 
 And fervile Flattery's gilded Snare; 
 Let Probity adorn thy Side.
 
 THOUGHTS ON STONEHENGE. 47 
 
 XXV. 
 
 i ( 
 Cherifh the feeling virtuous Mind, 
 
 So fhall thy Years this Truth fulfil, .. 
 
 That Tweedale's Blood and Granville's join'd, 
 
 Muft conffitute the Hero ftilL M O I H D >I A 
 
 «r ,|^v^f ^^ J A fT-^f Tfwr 
 
 *yoii):;.i .
 
 C 48 ] 
 
 ADDRESSED 
 
 TO THE MOST HONOURABLE THE 
 
 MARCHIONESS of TWEED ALE. 
 
 On the New Year's Day. 
 
 TW E E D A L E, look back and with Attention view 
 The Years and Seafons which have flione on You; 
 Say how fome virtuous Work each parting Day 
 Highly diftinguifh'd, ere it pafs'd away 2 
 In Recolledion yet again repeat 
 Each Ad, whofe Incenfe rofe to Heav*n fo Aveet : 
 Then own in all the Round there dwells not one 
 You'd wifh forgotten, or a Deed undone. 
 'Tis thus the Good increafe the narrow Span 
 By Providence aflign'd to fhort-liv'd Man : 
 'Tis thus the fleeting Moments they retrieve, 
 And twice enjoy the Pleafures which they give. 
 
 T O
 
 C 49 ] 
 
 TO THE 
 
 Right Hon. Lady GRACE HAY, 
 
 DESIRING HER 
 
 PICTURE. 
 
 ^X THEN beauteous Hay fhall deign t' invite the Mufe, 
 
 ^ ^ Say, who the pleafmg Subjedl can refufe ? 
 Yet they, who know but half her Charms, will ask, 
 Who is fo hardy to attempt the Task ? 
 Who can well paint thofe Eyes that mildly fhine, 
 That melt with Pity, beam with Light divine ? 
 The rofy Graces which her Cheeks adorn, 
 And far out-bloom the rifing Blufh of Morn ? 
 The wcll-arch'd Forehead and the flowing Hair, 
 And all the little Loves that wanton there ? 
 That inbred Dignity which glows fo flrong, 
 And {hews the gen'rous Blood from whence {he fprung? 
 
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 50 TO LADY GRACE HAY. 
 
 So all partake the Sun's enlivening Rays, 
 Yet few can well defcribe the glorious Blaze. 
 Who faw her Face, and Shape fo finely turn'd, 
 Wou'd fay, for fuch the fam'd Pi gm a lion burn'd, 
 "When fmiling Ve n u s gave a Life to Form, 
 And the fond Sculptor found the Statue warm ? 
 Who faw thofe Charms that glow within her Soul, 
 And flowing thence invigorate the Whole, 
 Alike to thefe, wou'd fay, with niceft Care 
 Some Goddefs ftampt her perfed: Image there, 
 To fhew us with how dazzling Luftre here 
 On Earth, celeftial Beauties may appear.
 
 C SI ] 
 
 ADDRESSED 
 
 TO THE 
 
 Most Noble GEORGE, 
 
 Late Marquess of Tweedale, 
 
 ON HIS 
 
 B I R T H - D AY. 
 
 SINCE now revolving Time, illuftrious Hay, 
 To Thee brings round the ftated Year, O fay. 
 Did thy young Mind in retrofpediive View 
 Examine well the Moments as they flew ? 
 Did ft Thou refled: how {hort the Race we run, 
 How fmall, how leflen'd by each fetting Sun ? 
 Did thy attentive Soul difcern the Fears 
 And Hopes, that wait us in this Vale of Tears ? 
 What piercing i\nguifh and what endlefs Woe 
 From Appetite indulg'd and Paffion flow ? 
 Revolve the Scene, and in fair Reafon's Eyes 
 
 Confefs, how weak the Bleflings which we prize. 
 
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 52 TO THE MARQUESS OF TWEEDALE. 
 
 Then fix on firmer Ground thy rifing Youth, 
 On the firm Bafis of immortal Truth. 
 While fweet Benevolence attends thy Side, 
 O let maternal Footfteps be thy Guide I 
 
 Await her Call, and liften to her Voice, 
 
 And let her bright Example be thy Choice; 
 
 Learn all thy Virtues thence; and early fhcw 
 
 Under her leading Hand how ftrong they grow f ^ 
 
 How foon, how well, thy Mind's luxuriant Soil 
 Equals her Wifiies, and repays her Toil. 
 
 Thus in thy bright Perfedlions we fhatl find 
 
 Her eafy Manners, and her gentle Mind. 
 
 And in thy Adions fee with Joy confeft 
 
 The godlike Feelings of her gen'rous Breaft. 
 
 So fhalt Thou own the Glories fhe hath lent 
 
 From ancient Titles and an high Defcent, 
 
 Are poor and trifling Honours, when compar'd. 
 
 With that exalted Merit Thou haft fhar'd ; 
 
 And that fhe made Thee Great beyond all Blood, 
 
 When firft fhe taught the Leffon to be GoaD.
 
 [ 53 3 
 
 TO THE SAME, 
 
 ON HIS RECOVERY FROM A 
 
 FIT of SICKNESS. 
 
 'T^ W E E D A L E, to Thee what tributary Lay. 
 -*- Shall the Mufe bring on this aufpicious Day ; 
 How breathe her grateful Off 'rings to the Pow'r 
 Who footh'd thy Terrors in the doubtful Hour, 
 Withheld the gloomy Bodings of Defpair, 
 And heal'd the Sorrows of maternal Care ? 
 Long may that PowV, by her Entreaty mov'd, 
 Give to the Mothers Pray'r the Son improved, 
 Give Her to fee in each iucceeding Year 
 Some rifing Greatnefs in thy Soul appear, 
 To fee renew'd the Glories of thy Sire, 
 And her own Sweetnefs mix'd with Tweed ale's Fire.
 
 54 TO THE MARQUESS OF TWEEDALE, 
 
 llluftrious Youth 1 mark whence thy Lineage fprings, 
 From Heroes great, and Heav'n-diftinguifh'd Kings j 
 Warriors and Patriots, Names renown'd of Old, 
 In Council prudent, and in Adtion bold ; 
 Who fav'd their Country from impending 111, 
 The People's Madnefs or the Tyrant's Will ; 
 And let the fair Review inform thy Mind, 
 Man merits moft, when moji he ferves Mankind, 
 That 'tis the Privilege of gen'rous Blood, 
 From great Examples to be greatly Good ; 
 To fave the Wretched ; heal the Wounds of Strife ; 
 And, bidding live, revere the Source of Life. 
 Let fecial Arts endear thine honour'd Name 
 Beyond the Glare of fell Ambition's Fame, 
 So Ihall enlarg'd Benevolence confefs 
 Thy own rich Bleffing in the Pow'r to blefs ; 
 And teach miftaken Crouds this Lore to read, 
 " Virtue alone is Happinefs indeed."
 
 C 55 ] 
 
 S T A,, ,N Z A S 
 
 SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF THE 
 
 Right Hon. Lady GRACE HAY, 
 
 WHOSE AMIABLE SWEETNESS OF DISPOSITION 
 
 AND 
 
 INNOCENT SENSIBILITY OF HEART 
 
 J O I N ' D 
 
 TO STRONG SENSE AND A DISCERNING JUDGMENT, 
 RENDER'D HER EQ^UALLY ESTEEM'D 
 
 AND 
 
 LAME NT E D, 
 
 I. 
 
 Say, ye Guardian Angels, who convey 
 Departed Mortals with a Seraph's Flight, 
 Through fiery Regions and a ftarry Way, 
 To golden Vales and Seas of liquid Light !
 
 56 STANZAS SACRED TO 
 
 II. 
 
 Say, bright Condudors, did yon ever lead ,^^ 
 
 A Soul fo fpotlefs to the blefs'd Abode? " ^ 
 
 Or e'er prefent amongft the happy Dead 
 A purer Spirit at the Throne of God? 
 
 III. 
 
 Say, how the heav'nly Hoft with Ardor ftrove. 
 And joy'd to fee their own high Natures join'd, 
 Their Heart-felt Charities, and pious Love, ^ 
 
 To mortal Virtues, and a female Mind. 
 
 IV. 
 
 May her Remains in facred Peace repofe, 
 Where budding Flow'rs perfume th' ambient Air, 
 While from her mofs-grown Grave the blufhing Rofe 
 Shall fpring, as fhe fhcrt-liv'd, as fhe fo fair ! 
 
 V. 
 
 Tho' dead, her virtuous Praife fhall ever live, 
 And in each pitying Tale for ever bloom, 
 And ftill, fupeiior to Decay, furvive 
 The Sting of Death, and Silence of the Tomb. 
 
 VI. Entranced
 
 LADY GRACE HAY. 57 
 
 VI. 
 
 Entranc'd in Joys ineffkble, her Soul 
 Swims in the Fulnefs of thofe blefs'd Retreats, 
 And views unmov'd the Vanities which roll 
 On Earth; far plac'd beneath thofe happy Seats. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Hence then all Tears and Sighs and piercing Groans, 
 For why fliould Sorrow in her Sables clad, 
 All plaintively defpairing pour her Moans 
 In empty Wailings, impotently fad? 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Or why fhou'd Memory o'er th' unfeeling Clay 
 Sit lonely penfive with her ftreaming Eyes, 
 And confecrate to endlefs Grief the Day 
 That gave another Angel to the Skies ?
 
 C 58 ] 
 
 SACRED TO THE MEMORY OP 
 
 The Moft Noble GEORGE, 
 
 Late Lord Marq.uess of Twee dale. 
 
 STOP, Stranger ! whofe fad trembling Footfteps tread 
 Thefe dreary Manfions of th'illuftrious Dead, 
 Stop thy rude Hafte, and with Attention learn 
 A fatal Lefl'on from th' inftruding Urn I 
 Learn, that nor Wit nor Beauty yet cou'd fave 
 From the long Silence of the darkfome Grave ! 
 Hence let no dying Wretch with lateft Breath 
 Attempt to move the dull cold Ear of Death, 
 Nor, vainly plaintive, weep his early Fate, 
 Since fuch Perfedions claim'd no longer Date. 
 Alas! in vain did ev'ry rifing Grace 
 Name Him the promis'd Glory of his Race I . 
 Now wrapt within a Shroud, He finks away 
 To common Earth, the Bloffom of a Day.
 
 SACRED TO THE MEMORY, &c. 59 
 
 So the red Flafli of Heav'n is fcarcely feen 
 
 To blaze in Glory, ere 'tis loft again : 
 
 So the Rofe plac'd beneath th' inclement Sky 
 
 Buds forth in purple Beauties, but to die. 
 
 But as when warmer Suns and milder Skies 
 
 Bid all the Beauties of the Spring arife. 
 
 And call the Flow'r in oaudieft Colours forth 
 
 o 
 
 From the cold Bofom of its Mother Earth, 
 So {hall He Ipring to everlafting Day, 
 Caird forth by Angels from encumb'ring Clay, 
 In happier Climes, immortal, from the Tomb 
 To rife and flourifli with fuperior Bloom ! 
 Succeeding Ages level in the Duft 
 Th' infcriptive Marble and the fpeaking Buft, 
 While Innocence and virtuous Worth, alone, 
 More during than the Monumental Stone, 
 Deeply imprinted on a living Scrowl, 
 Shall laft and bloom, eternal as his Soul. 
 
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 [ 60 ] 
 
 EPITAPH 
 
 O N 
 
 The Right Honourable Lady GRACE HAV. 
 
 ^ X S this the tender Breaft which rais'd Defire ? 
 JL Are thefe the Eyes that flafli'd celeftial Fire ? 
 View Her whom Nature laboured to adorn, 
 Sweeter than Lilies or the Breath of Morn ; 
 Where are the rofeate Cheeks, the flowing Hair, 
 And the ten thoufand Loves that wanton'd there ? 
 All thefe, alas ! and more than thefe, are fled, 
 And black Corruption reigns in Beauty's ftead. 
 Once She was what you are ; and none fliall fave 
 The loveliefl: Body from the loathfome Grave,
 
 C 6» 3 
 
 EPITAPH 
 
 O N 
 
 The Hon. Mr Carteret 
 
 I N 
 
 WESTMINSTER ABBEY. 
 
 Tempus Loc^uitur. 
 
 G)U I D Breves te delicias tuorum 
 
 Ncenits Phoebi chorus otnnis urget^ 
 Et mece falcis fubito rectfum 
 Vulnere plangit? 
 
 "En Puer Vitce prcEmia caducce ! 
 Hie tuam Cujios Vigil ad favillam 
 kiemper ajiabo^ Sf memori tuebor 
 
 Marmore Fama7n.
 
 62 EPITAPH ON THE 
 
 Audies clarus pietafe morum^ 
 Integer^ multce Jludiofus art is ^ 
 Hcec frequens olim legety bcec fequetur 
 
 ^inula Pubes. 
 
 Time speaks. *. 
 
 I. 
 *! T 7 H Y do all mufically fad 
 
 ^ ^ Lament Thee mingled with the Dead, 
 The Favourite of the tuneful Band 
 Cropt in full Bloom beneath my Hand ? 
 
 II, 
 See the Reward of ihort-llv'd Youth ; 
 
 When blefs'd with Innocence and Truth, II 1 'u C) 
 
 The Glories that embalm the Brave, 
 
 And fnatch their Mem'ry from the Grave. 
 
 in. 
 
 Here, hers'd beneath thefe Marble Stones, 
 Still will I guard thine honoured Bones ; 
 And, faithful to thy Worth, proclaim 
 To each fucceeding Age thy Fame,
 
 HONOURABLE Mr CARTERET. 63 
 
 IV. 
 
 Here the attentive Youth fhall learn 
 Thy Manners from the fculptur'd Urn, 
 And, while to imitate they ftrive, 
 Shall keep thy Virtues yet alive.
 
 C 6+ ] 
 
 ADDRESSED 
 
 T O 
 
 The Right Hon. Lady C ATH AR I N E HAY, 
 
 ON HER 
 
 B I R T H - D A Y. 
 
 ■-/•I .^TERNAL) pitying Pow'r ! indulgent, hear ; 
 -■— ' And ye, kind Spirits, waft on high my Pray'r; 
 May the remaining Light of Twee dale's Line 
 For ever lov'd, for ever honour'd, fhine ! 
 Ye know what Souls that facred Line has giv'n, 
 Saints written in the living Books of Heav'n I 
 O lend this laft to dry a Mother's Tears, 
 The pious Solace of her finking Years ! 
 Pour on her Head full Scenes of precious Blifs, 
 As great as Heav'n beftows, and Angels wifh ! 
 
 May
 
 TO LADY CATHARINE HAY. 65 
 
 ./; May no pale Care beneath her tender Breaft 
 
 Prey on the budding Bloflbm of her Reft I 
 
 May all her rifing Morns unclouded be, 
 
 And all her fetting Suns as fair as She ! 
 
 May She reflect with a difcerning Eye 
 
 How frail, how faft the paffing Moments fly; 
 
 How vain and taftelefs ev'ry earthly Joy 
 -That, falfly pleafing, lulls but to deftroy* -^ 
 
 That near the Violet, as it fweetly blows, 
 
 The Nettle flings, and pointed Bramble grows 5 
 
 And learn, that oft the faireft Flow'r contains 
 
 The deadlieft Poifon in its beauteous Veins ! 
 
 Hence may She each fucceeding Year improve 
 In Heart- felt Charities and heav'nly Love 1 - 
 
 Hence may fhe Tcape thofe Ills which Others know, 
 From haplefs Paflions in this Vale of Woe 1 
 Hence may She ever to our longing Eyes 
 In fome new virtuous Charm enchanting riie^ 
 And fhew how fair is Beauty, when *tis join'd 
 To the rare Graces of a lovely Mind ! 
 
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 C 66 ] 
 
 THE 
 
 DEATH of ADONIS. 
 
 From the Greek of B I O N. 
 
 T Moan Adonis dead! the Lpve^bemgan 
 -■• Adonis, fair Adonis, dead and gone. 
 Venus, no longer prefs thy purple Bed, 
 Arife, and weep thy lov'd Adonis dead ; 
 Give way to loud Lament and mad Defpair, 
 And pluck the Chaplet from thy golden Hair; 
 With Locks difhevell'd thy dear Lofs deplore. 
 And wildly cry, " Adonis is no more !" 
 
 I moan Adonis dead I the Loves bemoan 
 Adonis, fair Adonis, dead and gone. 
 On the fharp Rock behold Adonis lie, 
 The Blood frefh gufhing from his wounded Thigh ; 
 
 jii:^y>
 
 THE DEATH OF ADONIS. 67 
 
 That Thigh, far whiter than the Tooth which tore 
 Its fnowy Skin, beneath the favage Boar I 
 The purple Stream, diftilHng from the Wound, 
 Deforms his comely Limbs, and ftains the Ground : 
 Thick Darknefs fpreads around his doling Eyes, 
 And on his Cheek the Rofe and Lilly dies. 
 Yet Venus ftill bedews his Clay-cold Mouth, 
 And prefles with her Lips th' expiring Youth : 
 In vain! — no more He gazes oh her Face, 
 Nor feels her parting Sigh, nor ftrong Embrace ; 
 Nor taftes within his ftiiff'ning Limbs the Kifi, 
 Which might the filent Dead awake to Blifs. 
 
 I moan Adonis dead! the Loves bemoan 
 Adonis, fair Adonis, dead and gone. 
 Deep was the Wound which rent the lovely Part, 
 But deeper that which pierces Venus' Heart. 
 His faithful Dogs around Him howling ftand, 
 And the Wood- Nymphs all join the weeping Band. 
 All, all bemoan the Youth !-^ But Venus chief 
 In all the frantic Agonies of Grief : 
 
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 68 TTH E DEATH OF ADONIS. 
 
 With naked Feet where flinty Pebbles lay, 
 
 Thro' pointed Briars now wildly takes her Way, 
 
 Tearing her Locks, which loofely flow'd behind, 
 
 While her rent Garments flutter'd in the Wind ; 
 
 Regardlefs She alike of Shame or Fear, 
 
 Fhes where fharp Thorns her tender Bofom tear ; 
 
 Now o'er the Rock and thro' the thick-fet Wood, 
 
 While her fweet Body drops celeftial Blood: 
 
 Loudly She fhrieks, and feeks Adonis fled. 
 
 Loudly demands again Adonis dead. 
 
 While wet with Blood, the earthy Sod his Hcrfe, 
 
 A naked, breathlefs, melancholy Corfe ; 
 
 The Youth, infenfible to Pity, lies. 
 
 Nor hears her So8s, nor knows her plaintive Criesl 
 
 Come, All ye Loves, with never-ceafing Groan, 
 Come, All ye pitying Loves, and Venus moan! 
 Venus has lofl:, for ever lofl: her Joy ; 
 V E N u s has lofl: her lov'd, her beauteous Boy j 
 He was to Ve n u s all her Soul ; the Fire 
 That melted all her Bofom to Defire.
 
 THE DEATH OF ADONIS, 6g 
 
 Venus has loft her Charms, Adonis dead, - 
 With Him, her Wit, her Grace and Form are fled ! 
 No more the Queen of Love, — but all forlorn 
 She ftrays, her Beauty gone, and Trefles torn ! 
 Mountains and Oaks lament ; and from their Hills 
 The weeping Fountains pour their trickling Rills : 
 The Rivers too their fuller Currents fwell, 
 And in their Murmurs Venus' Sorrows tell; 
 In bloody * Torrents roll along the Plain, 
 And tinge with crimfon'd Floods the diftant Mainv 
 
 * We came to a fair large River, with a Stone Bridge over it of one Archj. 
 but that exceeding wide and lofty. To this River the Turks give the Name of 
 Ibrahim Bajfa ; but it is doubtlefs the ancient River Adonis, fo famous for the 
 idolatrous Rites performed here in Lamentation of Adonis. "We had the 
 Fortune to fee what may be fuppofed to be the Occafion of that Opinion, which 
 LuciAN relates concerning this River, viz. that this Stream, at certain Seafons 
 of the Year, efpecially about the Feaft of Adonis, is of a bloody Colour ; which 
 the Heathens looked upon as proceeding from a kind of Sympathy in the River, 
 for the Death of Adonis, who was killed by a wild Boar in the Mountains, out 
 of which this Stream rifes. Something like this we adually faw come to pafs ; 
 for the Water was ftained to a furprifing Rednefs, and, as we obferved in travel- 
 ling, had difcoloured the Sea a great way into a reddifli Hue, occafioned, doubt- 
 lefs, by a Sort of Minium^ or red Earth, wafhed into the River by the Violence 
 of the Rain, and not by any Stain from Adonis's Blood. 
 
 M A u N D R E l's Tra*vds from Aleppo to Jerufakrn,.
 
 70 THE DEATH OF ADONIS. 
 
 The op'ning FlowVs all drop In purple Dew, 
 And with their drooping Heads lament Him too. 
 But Venus chants her Woes in ev'ry Vale, 
 And tells to ev'ry Stream her piteous Tale ; 
 Thro' Countries, Towns, and peopled Cities roves, 
 And madly wails her difappointed Loves. 
 
 Venus, alas! Adonis is no more! 
 Echo repeats the Lofs from ev'ry Shore, 
 Venus, alas! Adonis is no more! 
 Who did not fuff 'ring Venus Sorrows know. 
 Mourn all her Anguifli, and partake her Woe ? 
 When firft She faw the Blood his Limbs befmear, 
 Who wou'd not mix with her's the pitying Tear ? 
 When firft She trembling view'd the clotted Gore, 
 Who did not feel the piercing Pangs fhe bore? 
 With wringing Hands, while Groans obftrudl the Way, 
 She crys, Ah! ftay; Ah! dear Ad ok is, ftay ! 
 Yet one Embrace — raife thy funk Head to mine; 
 Yet one — and let me mix my Lips with thine ; 
 Give me a parting Kifs ; one Kifs yet give ! 
 Kifs me, tho' dead, until the Kifs fhall live I
 
 THE DEATH OF ADONIS. 71 
 
 Until thy Spirit from the Body part, 
 
 Glide thro' my Mouth, and flow into my Heart, 
 
 Till iVe drawn from Thee all thy Store of Love, 
 
 Each Particle that did our Paflions move 1 
 
 That Kifs I'll keep, as lofl Adonis dear, ""' 
 
 Safe will I keep it, as Adonis, here. 
 
 Why didfl Thou fly me, fly me to the fad 
 
 Dark Confines of th' inexorable Dead? 
 
 Why am I doom'd a Goddefs here to flay, j" 
 
 And breathe the Sorrows of eternal Day ? 
 
 Why am I doom'd to envy ev'ry Ghofl, 
 
 That wanders on that melancholy Coaft? 
 
 Take, Proserpine, go, take my lovely Boy, ' 
 
 Since, fl:ronger far than Love, thy Pow'rs deftroy ; 
 
 Since ev'ry Flow'r which fmiles upon the Plain, 
 
 Unfolds its Beauty but to deck thy Reign ; 
 
 Difl:refs and Woe are mine, and cndlefs Pain, 
 
 For ever mourning my Adonis flain ! 
 
 Alas ! my Life, far ravifh'd from my Sight ! 
 
 Alas ! my Joy, deep funk in endlefs Night ! 
 
 Remembrance fcarce can figure to my Mind 
 
 How much we lov'd, and how in Love we join'd ?
 
 7^ THE DEATH OF ADONIS. 
 
 Adonis gone, my paft Enjoyments feem ^^ ^^*^' ^ 
 
 A Tale told out ; my Love a faithlefs Dream ! 
 
 Venus is widow'd now — in vain the Loves f 
 
 Fly round their Queen, or haunt the Cyprian Groves. 
 
 Her C E s T u s too is gone, the Magic Zone 
 
 Which rais'd Defire, and made all Love her own. 
 
 Ah ! haplefs Youth ! why leave the fond Embrace 
 
 Of thy lov'd Venus, for the dang'rous Chace? 
 
 Why did thy Beauty hunt the favage Spoil? 
 
 Love claim'd Thee All> and Love fhou'd be thy Toil. 
 
 Thus Venus wept, and thus fhe pour'd her Moans, 
 While weeping Loves repeated all her Groans, 
 In all her Grief their equal Sorrows bore ; 
 Venus, alas I Adonis is no more! 
 As many fanguine Drops Adonis bled. 
 So many falling Tears his Venus fhed: 
 Such precious Drops made Earth its Flow'rs difclofe ; 
 Hers form*d th' Anemone^ and his the Rofe. 
 
 Adonis I bemoan; the Yoiith bemoan; 
 Adonis, fair Adonis, dead and gone. 
 
 Leave^
 
 THE X>EATH OF ADONIS. 
 
 >Leave, Venus, leave thy lonefome Haunts; — no more 
 
 'Midfl: hanging Rocks Adonis loft deplore; 
 
 Attend Him laid upon thy favourite Bed, 
 
 The Scene of all thy Loves nov/ holds Him dead ; 
 
 Tho' Dead! — Yet all the Graces are not gone, 
 
 But ling'ring hang about their darling Son! 
 
 Say, 'tis not Death, nor for Adonis weep, 
 
 But own Him beautifully fair in Sleep I 
 
 Take Him, O Venus, take Him by thy Side, 
 
 On golden Couches with thy wonted Pride; 
 
 Such as when firft Thou clafp'd Him in thy Arms, 
 
 And gave up all the Fulnefs of thy Charms : 
 
 There on thy dear Adonis ftill beftow 
 
 Attentive Love, and to his Bofom grow; 
 
 Place Him 'midft Lilies, but, alas, each FlowV 
 
 With Him is dead, and fhrunk beneath its Bow'rl 
 
 Show'r Rofes down, and ev'ry Flowret bring, 
 
 Pour on Him all the Sweetnefs of the Spring ! 
 
 But where is Sweetnefs now? Adonis dead, 
 
 The Spring is gone, and every Sweetnefs fled. 
 
 Adonis lies upon his purple Bier, 
 
 With all th' officious Loves attending near ; 
 
 L 
 
 73
 
 74 THE DEATH OF ADONIS. 
 
 Some vvafh his Wound, and feme the clotted Gore 
 Wipe from his Skin, fo lovely white before. 
 Some with their Wings around him fanning flray, 
 And evVy noifome Infed: drive away ; 
 All ftrive to join their Mother's plaintive Woe, 
 One blunts his Arrows^ th' other breaks his Bow. 
 
 All the foft Loves the Goddefs all bemoan, 
 Weep with her Tears, and anfwer Groan for Groan. 
 Expedling Hymen mourns, and in the Porch 
 Of his own Temple quench'd the nuptial Torch! 
 Ah me! no more the Hymenean Song 
 Is heard ; Alas ! alas ! fighs ev'ry Tongue ! 
 The Graces all lament with frantic Air, 
 And equal wretched Venus in Defpairj. 
 Ever repeating, " All our Joys are fled! 
 *' Beauty is gone with fair Adonis dead!" 
 The Iron Fates themfelves lament their flain, 
 And ftrive to charm Him into Life again. 
 Alas ! in vain. — No Vow, no Pray'r can move 
 Stern Proserpine; or plead the Force of Love I 
 Ceafc, Venus, ceafe ; thy Griefs no farther fhew, 
 Refrain thy gufhing Sorrows now ; but go
 
 THE DEATH OF ADONIS. 75 
 
 With all thy Woes, as * each fucceeding Year 
 Revolves, and drop again the plenteous Tear. 
 Make Lilies grow, and Rofes round his Tomb, 
 Entwin'd vnth Violets, iLed their early Bloom, 
 
 * *-— — Thammuz came next behind. 
 
 Whofe annual Wound in Lebanon allur'd 
 
 The SlTRiAN Damfcls to lament his Fate 
 
 In amorous Ditties, all a Summer's Day 5 
 
 "While fmooth Adonis from his native Rock 
 
 Ran purple to the Sea; fuppos*d with Blood 
 
 Of Thammuz yenrly wounded: The Love-Tale 
 
 Infefted Sion*s Daughters with like Heat, 
 
 Whofe wanton Paffions in the facred Porch 
 
 E z E K I E L faw J when by the Vifion led 
 
 His Eyes furvey'd the dark Idolatries 
 
 Of alienated J u d a h. 
 
 Milton's Paradife Lofit 
 
 X a
 
 C 76 ] 
 
 r H E 
 
 FOWLER AND CUPID. 
 
 From the Greek of B I O N. 
 
 As a young Fowler fpread his Net one Day, 
 Cupid was perch*d upon a neighb'ring Spray ;. 
 Struck with the Sight, He laid his Toils, nor fear'd 
 T' entrap at once the new-found, beauteous Bird, 
 He plac'd his Snare, and watch'd in ev'ry Part, 
 But ftill the God eludes his cunning Art. 
 From Tree to Tree He skips, nor fears the Threads 
 Or Wiles, which the induftrious Sport fman fpreads. 
 The fimple Youth, at length enrag'd, throws down 
 His Toils, and calls his Father to the Ground, 
 Shews Him the God, laments his Task undone, 
 When the old Father thus inftrudts his Son ;
 
 THE FOWLER AND CUPID. 77 
 
 " Fly, foolifli Boy," He faid ; " fly far away, 
 
 " Leave thy vain Work, and feek another Prey : 
 
 *' That glitt'ring Bird bears Poifon on his Wing, 
 
 " Far happier Thou, untainted with the Sting ! 
 
 " He flies Thee now, but fliall, upon thy Breaft 
 
 " Hereafter fitting, fpoil Thee of thy Refl, 
 
 '' Perch on thy Head, and feize upon thy Heart, 
 
 " And cheat Thee in thy own deceitful Art."
 
 C 7« 3 
 
 CUPID E S C A P E n 
 
 From the Greek of M O S C H U S. 
 
 X TEN us proclaim'd, (for Love had gone aftray) 
 
 •^ Tell me who hides the wanton Runaway ? 
 Whoe'er relates a Tiding He hath heard 
 Of the loft Youth, a Kifs be his Reward ; 
 For Him who brings Him Home, there's fomething more ; 
 The ritheft Favor Venus has in ftore. 
 Midft twenty Boys my Son you may difcern, 
 His Marks fo well are known ; his Eyeballs burn ; 
 His Body, dazzling as the folar Light, 
 Shines out too brightly ftrong for mortal Sight: 
 His Soul is wicked, but his Words are foft, 
 Dear as to thirfty Swains the cooling Draught : 
 His Tongue and Heart a different Meaning give, 
 And when He kneels, it is but to deceive: 
 Sweet is his Voice, but, if enrag'd, unkind, 
 And then his Ads are bloody as his Mind.
 
 CUPID ESCAPED. 79 
 
 Each Friend his faithlefs Weapons moftly hurt ; 
 
 Sighs are his Play ; and bleeding Hearts his Sport. 
 
 His Hair is beautiful ; but Forehead view'd, 
 
 Proclaims Him faucy, infolent and lewd. 
 
 His Hands are fmall ; but ftrengthen'd with fuch Art, 
 
 They widely fcatter round the pois'nous Dart, 
 
 And far as Styx ; for in his fad Domains 
 
 Pluto himfelf hath felt its burning Pains. 
 
 Naked He goes ; but all his Thoughts defy 
 
 The Cunning of the moft difcerning Eye. 
 
 Like a fond Bird He leaps from Hand to Hand, 
 
 And takes on ev'ry Breaft by Turns his Stand. 
 
 A Bow He bears, and Arrows fmall in Size, 
 
 Small is the Arrow, but to Heav'n it flies, 
 
 A golden Quiver holds th' envenom'd Quills, 
 
 Th' unerring Shafts with which He furely kills : 
 
 Thofe cruel Shafts iVe felt, their Pow'r confefl, 
 
 Thofe Shafts He aim'd, which pierc'd his Mother's Breaft. 
 
 All, All is cruel, but his Torch fo bright 
 
 It burns ev'n Phoebus, and o'erpow'rs his Light. 
 
 When found, in Chains the treach'rous Urchin bind; 
 
 And let his moving Cries no Pity find.
 
 8a CUPID ESCAPED. 
 
 If He fliou'd weep, take Care left He betray ; 
 And tho' He laugh, yet force Him on his Way. 
 If for a Kifs upon your Knee He skip, 
 O fly ! for Poifon hangs upon his Lip. 
 If all his Arms He offer to beftow, 
 His Wings, his Torch, his Arrows and his Bow, 
 O touch them not ; 'tis Fraud, no real Gain ; 
 They're tipt with Fire, and each will give its Pain ; 
 Each, tho' invifible, that Wounding makes 
 Which finds no Healing and for ever aches. 
 
 From
 
 C 8' ] 
 
 THE 
 
 POWER of BEAUTY. 
 
 From the Greek ^/ A N A C R E O N. 
 
 "]^^T ATURE indulgent, when flie made, endu'd 
 -*^ ^ Each Animal with fome peculiar Good. 
 The Bull with Horns defies th' approaching Foe, 
 The Horse with Hoof diretSls the fatal Blow. 
 The tim'rous Hare before the Hound is fleet. 
 And finds the wanted Succour in her Feet. 
 The brindled Lion ftrikes with Fangs and Teeth ; 
 Proclaims his War, and threatens cruel Death. 
 Their Wings fecure the Songsters of the Wood; 
 The Fishes feek their Safety in the Flood. 
 Reafon and Judgment unto Man did fall. 
 His happier Lot, and made Him Lord of All. 
 All now was gone, no other Blefling left 
 For Woman; and no felf- defending Gift. 
 
 M
 
 Si THE POWER OF BEAUTY. 
 
 When Nature kind, and with a Parent's Care, 
 Gave Form, and made them beautifully fair. 
 Beauty, beyond the Sword and fcythed Carr, 
 Beyond the Iron Ranks of mailed War, 
 Subdues, and deeply rends the ftouteft Heart, 
 Wounding more furely than the feather'd Dart* 
 She who has Beauty *s Shield, knows how to charm, 
 And ftrike the Dagger from th' uplifted Arm. 
 Can ftay the blood ieft Veng'ance of the Brave, 
 And bid the proudeft Conqu'ror be a Slave.
 
 C 83 ] 
 
 To Mifs 
 
 ii. HIM m. 
 
 HAPPY*, thrice happy Youth is He, 
 Whoe'er can fondly gaze on Thee; 
 But ftill that Man is happier far 
 Who thy deluding Tongue can hear ; 
 Who melts Thee to a burning Kifs, 
 He is a Demigod in Blifs: 
 But He who in his trembling Arms 
 Enfolds the Richnefs of thy Charms, 
 To Him, as to a God, is giv'n, 
 The full Enjoyment of a Heav'n. 
 
 * ^i videi beatus^ 
 ^i te audiet beatior, 
 ^i te hafiat Semideus, 
 ^i te potitur eji Deus. 
 
 E R U F I N Oi 
 
 M 2
 
 [ 84 ] 
 
 Ex Anthologid Poem. ItaL 
 
 TUMINE AcoN dextro capta eji Leonilla Jinijlro^ 
 
 Et potts eft forma vincere uterque DeoSy 
 Elande Puer^ lumen quod habes concede Sororij 
 
 Sic lu CiBCus Amor^ fie erit ilia Venus. -^ ifiifl 
 
 FAIRER than Angels of the Sky, 
 A CON and Cloe want an Eye. 
 Kind Youth, lend Her the wanted Sight^ 
 And make her Form compleatly bright j. 
 She then fhall truly Venus prove> 
 You the blind Deity of Love.
 
 C 8s ] 
 
 THE 
 
 U C K O W 
 
 AND THE 
 
 NIGHTINGALE. 
 
 Modernized from CHAUCER. 
 
 Cum Jimiil ac Species patefa^a eji verna Diet, 
 Et referata 'vigct genitalis Aura Favoni, 
 jie rice pri mum Volucres te^ Di'Va, tuumque 
 Significant Initum percujfce cor da tua Vi, 
 
 Lucretius. 
 
 F. 
 
 THE God of Love, whom all revere. 
 How abfolute a Monarch here! 
 For He can raife the lowly Hearty 
 And link the lofty with his Dart; 
 To Softnefs melt the coldeft Fair, 
 And calm the frantic Madnefs of Defpair.
 
 86 THE CUCKOW AND 
 
 II. 
 
 He in a little Moment's Space, 
 Can to the wan and fickly Face 
 The florid Smile of Health reflore. 
 And, if he will, reduce once more 
 To feeble State the lufty Swain; 
 Can bind imperious, and unbind again. j, T 
 
 III. 
 
 What Tongue can fpeak his mighty Pow'r 
 Who turns to Folly Wifdom's Lore, 
 Whofe uncontroul'd Dominion flill 
 Equals the Meafure of his Will ; 
 Takes from the Lewd his Voice away, 
 And ftrikes the Proud with Dread and dire Difmay. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Whoe'er refifts, refifts in vain 
 This Author of our Mirth and Pain ; 
 For He can change the mournful Sigh, 
 And Tears of Grief to Floods of Joy. 
 But, mod the Hours of blithfome May 
 His fovVeign Rule, and various Pow'r difplay.
 
 THE NIGHTINGALE. 87 
 
 For ev'ry true and gende Heart 
 Feeling, or like to feel, his Dart, 
 Shall moft of all confefs his Reign, 
 And own his potent Influence then, 
 Or fraught with Glee, or fick with Shame 
 of injur'd PafGon, or a hopelefs Flame. 
 
 vr. 
 
 For then the Fields with FlowVs are gay,. 
 The Birds enchant on ev'ry Spray ; 
 The Trees put forth in all their Pride,, 
 And Nature teems on ev'ry Side.: 
 This warms the Blood with genial Fires, 
 And lufty Thoughts of longing Love infpires* 
 
 An irkfome Weight and ardent Stings 
 To All, impatient Longing brings ; 
 A fecret Somewhat to obtain,. 
 They figh, and pine with anxious Pain : 
 From flow'ry May thefe Sorrows flow, 
 The deep Difl;refs, which burning Wiflies know*
 
 88 THE CUCKOW AND 
 
 VIII. 
 
 From dear Experience thus I fpeak : . . 
 
 Tlio' Age his Furrows on my Cheek to r!^ni! 
 
 Hath deep entrench'd, long fmce I knew 
 What vernal Suns of May cou'd do ; 
 In early Manhood doom'd to prove 
 'I'he Colds and Heats, ftrong Ague-Fits, of Love. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Now, when the TwiKs to their Abode 
 Receive the planetary God, 
 
 FcvVifh and re'ftlefs ftiU I lie : ' '^' '-AT 
 
 Short Slumbers clofe the Lover's Eye. 
 Toffing I chide the tardy Night, 
 And wifli for the Return of cheering Light. 
 
 As wakeful thus of late I lay, -^ jmoiitl n/. 
 
 Mufing what Lovers wont to fay, 
 
 How ?7ow difguftful is the Note 
 
 Iffuing from the Cuckow's Throat; 
 
 But all delightful in the Vale 
 
 The fweet lovc-labour'd Song of Philomel! 
 
 XL Mufing
 
 THE NIGHTINGALE. 89 
 
 XI. 
 
 Mufing — my fuddeii Fancy drew 
 The rural Scenes around to Vicw> 
 If haply there might charm mine Ear 
 The Warblings which I long'd to hear : 
 For .now advanc'd the Morning grey. 
 And the tliird Sun which Ihou'd illumine M a ir. 
 
 XII. 
 
 Soon as the Dawn appear'd, I rofe, 
 And left -my Couch of fmall Repofe, 
 Fixt to the Woodland Scene to wend, 
 My folitary Courfe I bend. 
 And fearlefs pafs along the Glade, 
 Where a clear Current's rippling Waters ftray'd. 
 
 Xlir. 
 
 At length a pleafing Lawn was feen 
 Of intermingled White and Green, 
 A verdant Lawn with Daifies dight, 
 The Grafs and Flow'rs of equal Height, 
 So richly blended, that it (how'd 
 Like a new Heav'n with filver Stars which glow'd. 
 
 N
 
 90 THE CUCKOW AND 
 
 XIV. 
 
 I fat me down amidft the Flow'rs, 
 And faw from their nodturnal Bow'rs 
 The Birds come tripping ; joy'd they feem 
 To greet the Sun's returning Beam, 
 And, vying in Devotion, ftrove, 
 And filFd with Harmony the vocal Grove. 
 
 XV. 
 
 Th' enchanting Service All by Rote 
 Perform, with many a lovely Note : 
 Some tune aloud the plaintive Song, 
 To others humbler Strains belong, 
 "While others on the dancing Spray 
 From the full Throat pour forth the warbling Lay. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Themfelves they prune, and briskly flee 
 From Branch to Branch, from Tree to Tree ; 
 But ever as their Place they change, 
 In Couples do the Wantons range ; 
 Such Rule they to themfelves prefcribc, 
 As Valentine had pair'd the feather'd Tribe.
 
 THE NIGHTINGALE. 91 
 
 xvir. 
 
 The cryftal River, by whofe Side 
 I fat, ran on with murm'ring Tide, 
 And feem'd to join the Songfters all 
 As with Confent reciprocal : 
 And fo accordant was the Whole, 
 No fweeter Harmony could charm the Soul. 
 
 XVII r. 
 
 Rapt with ecftatic Tranfport thence, 
 A gentle Slumber feiz'd my Senfe : 
 Not all aileep, nor well awake, 
 Methought I heard the CucKow fpeak; 
 Said I, « Thou lewdeft Bird of Fear, 
 ^* A Curfe upon thy Cry, which grates mine Ear I" 
 
 XIX. 
 
 As thus the Bird I 'gan to chide; 
 Straight from the Bufh that flood befide, 
 I heard fweet Philomel, among 
 The reft, attune her Mattin Song, 
 So clear, fo loud, that as fhe fung 
 The Vale refounded and the Woodland rung. ' ' ^ 
 
 N 2
 
 02 THE CUCKOW AND 
 
 XX. 
 
 " Ah, charming Philomel, fweet Bird," 
 Said I, " too late thy Voice is heard ; 
 *' For here has been the Bird of Shame, 
 '* The CucKow lewd, of hateful Name, 
 " With hideous Cry of foul Diftafte, 
 " May Heav'n's vindidlive Lightning blaft his Neft.' 
 
 XXI. 
 
 While in this ftrange and flumb'rous Way, 
 This vifionary Trance, I lay, 
 I feem'd ('tis wondrous!) to poffefs 
 Full Knowledge of the feather'd Race, 
 The Nature of their Tongue difcern'd, 
 All their Intents, and ev'ry Meaning learn'di. 
 
 XXIL 
 
 Then thus faid gentle Philomel, 
 " Be gone, good Cuckow, fare Thee well ; 
 " Be gone, and leave the Place of Song 
 ^* To whom the tuneful Airs belong ; 
 " For All Men, truft me. All difdain 
 " To hear thy wicked and reproachful Strain."
 
 cc 
 
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 THE NIGHTINGALE. 93 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 The CucKOw faid, " What ails Thee now? 
 ** Methinks I fing -as well as Thou ; 
 *' Clear is my Song, and true and plain, 
 " Altho' my Flights are not fo vain, 
 *' Altho' I skill not from my Throat 
 To pour the varied and mellifluous Note. 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 " To All I fing ; for is to None 
 
 " The Purport of my Song unknown, 
 
 " Not fo doft Thou ; for vain thy Skilly 
 
 " Thy Talent ineffedlual ftill : 
 
 *' For when Thou fing'ft, Ocy, Ocyy 
 
 What ufeful Knowledge of the Song hav-e I:" . ' 
 
 XXV. 
 
 She anfwer'd quick, ** O foolifh Fowl,. 
 " And ftupid as the Midnight Owl, 
 ^^ What other Meaning canft Thou feign^. 
 " My Wifli except, that All were flain, 
 " Who Rebels to his Pow'r fhall prove, 
 ^^ Or dare blafpheme the fac red Name of Love ?
 
 94. THE CUCKOW AND 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 " My Wifli except, that All were dead, 
 " Who fcorn a Life of Love to lead ! 
 *' Who to ferve Love have ne'er con fen ted, 
 " May perifn foodlefs, unlamented ? 
 *' And fo to crown my Wifh, I cry 
 ** Again with cordial Zeal, Ocy^ Ocy^^T 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 " Quaint Law," the Cuckow's Words reply, 
 " That All fhall love or All fhall die! 
 " To fuch Companions deaf I prove, 
 *' Difpos'd to live, but not to love, 
 " And bid Defiance to thy Law, 
 " Not doom'd the galling Yoke of Love to draw. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 *' Lovers, of All that live below, 
 *' Tafte moft the bitter Cup of Woe ; 
 ** How pungent are the Griefs they fhare, 
 " Difeaie, fad Poverty and Care! 
 " Such are the Sorrows that await 
 " This Pafiion \ fuch the haplefs Lover's Fate." 
 
 * As from the Verb Ocd.ii^ to kill ox Jlay. Ocy does not feem fo bear in the Icaft any 
 Reference to the Nightingale's Note; but Chaucer, who was Nature's Child, 
 
 doubtlc's had ^ood Reafons for attributing it to her.
 
 THE NIGHTINGALE. 95 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 '' What Air," quoth {he, « hath ftruck Thee blind, 
 
 " What Error clouded all thy Mind ? 
 
 ** For yet th' experienc'd World difcovers 
 
 " No Service like the gen'rous Lover's : 
 
 " And Love a fure Reward fhall find 
 
 For ev'ry mortal Wight of gentle Kind* 
 
 XXX. 
 
 *' Up to this Source of Love we trace 
 
 "^ All Honor, Gentlenefs and Grace ; 
 
 " Sweet Eafe and all Refped: procur'd, I^ 
 
 " And perfed Joy and Truft afiiir'd ; 
 
 " FreQinefs^ and Pleafures ever new. 
 
 And Jollity with all his mirthful Crew ; 
 
 XXXT. 
 
 " The libVal Hand and lowly Mind, 
 
 " And Courtefie, for ever kind -^ 
 
 " True Converfe, fair-ey'd Comelinefs, 
 
 *' And Dread of Shame for Deeds amifs ; 
 
 *' For who to Love affeits his Claim, 
 
 Still deems far worfe than Death the Dread of Shame.
 
 96. THE CUCKOW AND 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 " That this is true, I pledge in chief 
 " My Life and Death on this Belief: 
 *' And CucKow, fo, I truft, Thou wilt." 
 ** O never may my Blood be fpilt ! 
 " If to fuch Counfel e'er I bend, 
 " Or e'er of Love's Devoirs be ftyl'd the Friend. 
 
 XXXIII. 
 
 *' For tho' thou fpeakeft wondrous fair, 
 *' Devoid of Truth thy Speeches are ; 
 *' Since Love in Youth is only Rage, 
 " And very Childiflinefs in Age ; 
 *' Who ufe it moft fhall moft lament 
 ** The feeble Frailty of a Life mif-fpenC ...r; 
 
 ^ XXXIV. 
 
 " For thence low Spirits and Difeafe, 
 ** And fickly Nights, and careful Days, 
 *' Defpight, Debate and Anger fpring, 
 *' And Envy with a deadly Sting, 
 " Diiftruft and Shame, and jealous Fears, 
 *' And Mifchiefs wild, and Penury in Tears. 
 
 XXXV. « Love's
 
 THE NIGHTINGALE. * 97 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 *^ Love's but an Office of Defpair, 
 ^' Wherein is one Thing much unfair ; 
 " Who gets the little Blifs it gives^. 
 " In that Difport who fondly lives^ 
 " Too foon, or I mifdeem, He may 
 " Perceive his auburn Treffes change to grey. 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
 " Then ftill at Hand attend thy Mate ; 
 " For well believe me, ere too late, 
 " Thou too, if diftant far or long, 
 " For all the Quaintnefs of thy Song, 
 *' Shalt pine and curfe the broken Vow^ 
 " And hoot as hideouHy — as I do now." 
 
 XXXVIT. 
 
 ** Thou verieft Dolt of all alive, 
 
 *' The God of Love ne'er let Thee thrive ! 
 
 " Rejoin'd the Bird of tuneful Glee, 
 
 ** For fenfelefs Thou as Wood can be; 
 
 '^ Since many a Man is highly rated, 
 
 *' Whofe Worthinefs has Love alone created. 
 
 O
 
 i '*! 
 
 9« TH1E CUCKOW AND"' 
 
 XXXVIII. 
 
 "Tor Love his Servants flill amends, 
 ** From wayward Courfe and Guile defends : 
 *' While with an honefl Flame they burn, 
 " And bafe Allurements nobly fpurn, 
 " Love's Patron fans the facred Fire, 
 " And crowns with folid Joys the pure Delire," 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 " Thou Nightingale, (He cry*d,) be ftill; 
 *' In Love, not Reafbn rules, but Will;^-- ^^^^^' 
 '' How oft his Favors are conferred - " « ' 
 '' On faithlefs Folk, miftaken Bird! 
 ** While Spirits conftant, true and brave, -' ^^'i^ 'ik0^ ^' 
 " Defpair, and fink unheeded to the Gravei-^^^ ®^ - 
 
 XL, 
 
 At this the Bird I keenly ey d, :!' Ui.tiT '' 
 
 Who from her inmoft Entrails figh'd, 
 And faid, *' Alas, for fome Relief, 
 *' For Utterance is choak'd with Grief!" 
 And ftraight her deep Concern She fliow'd 
 In Streams of Sorrow from her Eyes that flow'dr
 
 THE NIGHTINGALE.: 
 
 -XLI. 
 
 « Alas," faid She, " it ftirs my Hate 
 *^ To hear this filthy Cuckow prate, 
 ** To hear th' Intemperance of a Slave 
 " Irrev'rend, thus impunely rave : 
 " O God of Love, thy Succour deign, 
 " To wreak fome Vengeance on the Wretch profane !" 
 
 XLIT. 
 
 Thefe Menaces preferr'd, anon 
 The Bird of ftern Debate was gone; 
 Then Pleafure fparkled in my Eyes 
 When from the Brake I heard Him rife, 
 And, of mylelf in Scorn, to fay, 
 *' I go: — £o farewel, farewe], Popinjay." 
 
 XLIII. 
 
 But to the Place where flill I lay 
 
 Sweet Philomela wing'd her Way, 
 
 " I come," faid She, '' to greet my Friend, 
 
 " Who willi'd my Party to defend, 
 
 '* And make this Vow to mighty Love, 
 
 '^ Thy Songftrefs for his fav'rite Month to prove." 
 
 o 2 
 
 99
 
 ICO THE CUCKOW AND 
 
 XLIV. 
 
 " Due Thanks returning, I regard 
 " Such Courtefie my rich Reward." 
 She added, ** And let no Difmay, 
 " For that Thou firfl: haft heard to-day 
 " The CucKow's Note, thine Heart appal ; 
 "As May returns, Thou hear'ft my prior Call. 
 
 XLV. 
 
 " And cherifh ever while You live 
 " The fage Advice which now I give, lo i. 
 *' Truft not the filthy Cuckow's Song, 
 " Replete with Falfhood, Fear and Wrong." 
 " No Cuckow's Song I truft, but ftill 
 ** From Love and It much Weight of Woe I feel.* 
 
 XLvr. 
 
 '* Then all this fmiling Month of May, 
 " When the Sun gains his Height of Day, 
 " This Rule of Remedy be thine ; 
 ** Seek the frefli Daific ere you. dine, 
 *' Since far that healing View fhall go 
 " Thy Griefs to IcfTen, and remove thy Woe.
 
 THE NIGHTINGALE. loi 
 
 XLVII. 
 
 " But chiefly bent be all thy Care 
 " On Truth and Honor to the Fair ; 
 " If fuch thy Truth, I raife again, 
 *' For Love of Thee, my fav'rite Strain." 
 This was its Tenor — ^" O befhrew 
 " All Hearts of Levity and Love untrue!" 
 
 XLVIII. 
 
 And having ceas'd, *' Adieu, poor Heart," 
 She cry'd, " fince deareft Friends muft part; 
 " And Love's indulgent PowV, who may 
 " Blefs Thee with fo much Joy to-day, 
 *' Such Joy as wont the Soul to melt, 
 *' And fuch as ever ardent Lover felt !" 
 
 XLIX. 
 
 Thus parted I and Philomel: 
 With Her fome Pow'r propitious dwell, 
 And blefs Her in her native Woods 
 With Love's dear Joysj and fruitful Broods ; 
 And fhield us from the Cuckow's Lore, 
 The falfefl: Bird that ever Feather wore !
 
 102 THE CUCKOW AND 
 
 L. 
 
 She flew where in the neighboring Vak 
 The winged Tenants of the Dale 
 AfTenibled were in free Debate, 
 And there difclos'd her mortal Hate 
 Of the lewd Cuckow, and befought ^ 
 
 Their Patience to the piteous Tale She brought. 
 
 " This filthy Bird, I may not hide 
 *' His arrogant prefuming Pri^ie, ,W^q'j sdS 
 
 " Has infolently dar'd to move 
 *' With me a Conteft ftrange of Love, 
 " Since Morning dawn'd ; from you I crave 
 *' Stridl Juftice on the vile offending Slave." 
 
 . LIT. 
 
 Then One, for all the reft, replies, 
 Whom fage Experience rendered wife, 
 '' The Birds, who this Affembly fill, 
 " Meet not of Summons here, but Will: 
 " The CucKow gone ; 'tis fit We find 
 " A legal Meeting of the feather'd Kind ; 
 
 >>..
 
 C€ 
 
 THE NIGHTINGALE. 103 
 
 LIII. 
 
 " And when the fovVeign Eagle crovvn'd 
 ** Shall fit in State, his Peers around, 
 ", The CucKow then in hard Reftraint, 
 " We weigh the Juftice of thy Plaint; 
 " Then Judgment follows, or We draw 
 The due Protefl for Liberty and Law* 
 
 " When Valentine has pair'd us ally 
 " The Day fucceeding be the Call, 
 *' Under the Maple fair and green 
 *' Which fronts the Window of the Queen, 
 " Where the gay Foreft charms our Eyes, u,^^ ^,l ^ 
 '' And Winjdsqr's airy Tow'rs falute the SkiesJ* . 
 
 Obeiianee paid, he^ LeaVe She toofc,-^2--'-^ ^^'^^-^ 
 And on the tlkwthom ty tke Srook 
 High-warbiing fung — " TiH Life is pall: 
 " Alike my Life an^ Love ftrall laftv^^ -J' 
 So flirill — it batiiife'd from my Head 
 The Charm of SluniW, -^-"attd the Vifion fled;. 
 
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 iMl E S E N T E D TO 
 
 The Right Hon. Lady CATHARINE HAY, 
 
 On Her MARRIAGE. 
 
 T TENCE all ye wanton Loves who wildly rove 
 -■"-■• In carelefs Beauties thro' th' Idalian Grove, 
 Wood-Nymphs and Graces, with the amorous Boy, 
 Fabled Attendants on the Queen of Joy. 
 But come Thou brighter Pow'r wliofe rightful Throne 
 Was rais'd, when Love and Innocence was One, 
 Come fuch as when the loveHeft firft-form'd Pair 
 By Thee were taught the mutual Blifs to fhare. 
 Such as Thou led'ft them forth in happieft Hour, 
 When fpicy Odours fill'd the confcious BowV,
 
 TO LADY CATHARINE HAY. 105 
 
 When ev'ry Flow'r a purple r Glory flied, 
 
 And Sweetnefs join'd to form the nuptial Bed, 
 
 There Rofes blufli'd, where pale-fac'd Lillies lay ; 
 
 'Twas Nature's Prefcnt on the bridal Day. 
 
 If fince that Union Thou haft ever join'd 
 
 A manly Worth to Beauty's fofter Mind, 
 
 Be prefent now, where kindred Virtues wed ; 
 
 Blefs all their Loves, propitious to the Bed 
 
 Which Merit claims; and as great Tweed ale's Line 
 
 Hath fhone fo bright, ftill brightly may it {hine: 
 
 Make other Sons, thofe Honors which it bore. 
 
 Revive, and be what it has been before. 
 
 May tendereft Blifs ftill dearer prove each Morn, 
 
 And Love's fair Rofes blow without a Thorn. 
 
 May fweet Content be theirs; while Truth combin'd 
 
 With Honor, keep the Virtue's fhe hath join'd. 
 
 May Faith, Affedion and true Joy confpire 
 
 To fondly cherifli ftill the temp'rate Fire, 
 
 May their Flame laft and facred as the Bla^e 
 
 That warm'd the Vejlal Temple with its Rays* 
 
 Thus while they Both with virtuous Paffion burn, 
 
 From them miftaken Crouds this Truth fliall learn,
 
 ioff TO LADY CAtHARINE HAY. 
 
 That Virtue when She gives makes Joys compleat, 
 And Pleafure waits a Handiridid at her Feet, 
 That Worth can higher ^raife the nobleft Blood> 
 And that the truly happy are the Good. 
 
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