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 /7 By SAMUEL BOYCE.y^i 
 
 As yet a Child, nor yet a Fool to Fame, 
 I lifp'd in Numbers, for the Numbers came. 
 
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 ADVERTISEMENT, 
 
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 ERRATA. 
 
 PAGE 60, Line 14, for ScolaJIic read Scholajiic. P. 63, 1. 15, for 
 Mcmach read Monarch. P. 91, 1. 2, ior in read is. P. 92, 1. 14, for 
 Cripl /s rccid Cripples. P. 151, 1. 13, read all his Saints. P. 156, I. 4, 
 dtXzmay. P. 164, 1. 7, for mno'wndTQ2A renoivnd. P. 170, 1. 8, in Sire's 
 dele the Apoftrophc. P. 176, 1. 5, for 7"^^ read 7-^^. P. 176, 1. 13, for 
 Their TQzd There. P. 178, in the laft Line, for ^'L'^r read (n/sr. P. 204, 
 I. 6, fcr Their read They're. P. 114, 1. 9, for Beauty read Plenty. P. 114, 
 L 10, after /r^w// read /ir/. 
 
 ^®r^ 
 
 GLORY,! 
 
GLORY, 
 
 A N 
 
 O D E ; 
 
 T O 
 
 His ROYAL HIGHNESS the DUKE. 
 
 GLORY ! thou idol of th* exalted foul. 
 Thou emanation of th' eternal mind, 
 Whofe vivid beams the mifts of life controul. 
 
 And roufe the man fuperior to mankind. 
 To thee the mufe afpires, on trembling wings, 
 Happy, if royal William liften while fhefings 
 
 B II. 
 
C 2 J 
 
 II. 
 
 But, oh, inform me, for thou befl can'ft tell. 
 In whom fo bright thy magic image lives ! 
 
 Behold his worth o'er dignity excell ! 
 
 He gives to grandeur all that grandeur gives : 
 
 Goddefs, I view thee radiant in his fame, 
 
 Confefs the diftant warmth, and footh th' encourag'd 
 
 [flame. 
 
 III. 
 
 When each celeftial virtuie proudly ftrove 
 
 Whofe powV fuprcme fhould in the Prince be fhewn, I 
 You, fweet cnchantrefs ! charm'd his heart to love. 
 
 And in his bofom fix'd your fun-bright throne. 
 There faw the graces ripen and refine, 
 And taught the Great and Good in fairell light to fhiner 
 
 IV, 
 
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 IV. 
 
 Infpir'd by thee, he glow'd with martial flame. 
 
 With emulation of immortal deeds ; 
 Such as at Agincourt gain'd deathlefs fame. 
 
 Or fuch of Creffy's plain as record reads ; 
 And long'd to ad: the wond'rous conquefts oVr : 
 Britannia foon admir'd, whom now her fons adore, 
 
 V. 
 
 Ready he wak'd at war's fonorous call, 
 
 And brav'd at Dettingen the hoflile field j 
 
 And whilft our SovVeign triumph'd o'er the Gaul, 
 Sunk pride in duft, and made ambition yield. 
 
 Full in his view, the offspring-warriour bled ! 
 
 The blood was Brunfwick ! — Glory, from thy foun- 
 
 [tain-head, 
 
 B 2 VI, 
 
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 VI. 
 
 At Fontenoy thou wert the hero's guide -, 
 Thee he purlu'd in adion and in thought ; 
 
 Lewis, afraid, progreffive valour ey*d : 
 
 Amaz*d to fee how Englifh courage fought : 
 
 Tho' via'ry fmil'd not, tho' alliance fail'd. 
 
 Yet in thy brighteft roll the mighty day prevailed, 
 
 VII. 
 H^rk, Caledonia threats her lifter land ! 
 
 Again her clans unite in bold array -, 
 Rome*s honoured Vagrant heads the fadlious band, 
 
 Who rage for plunder, and who kill for pay ^ 
 Invafion fuccours, freedom takes th' alarm -, 
 Arm ! loyalty exclaims -, the nation echoes — Arm. 
 
 VIII. 
 
[ 5 ] 
 
 VIII. 
 
 The britifh fquadrons dare rebellion's powV, 
 
 Hopeful to meet thee on th* important day ; 
 But, ah, our genius governed not the hour ! 
 
 Oh, mem'ry fnatch thy images away ! 
 The Valiant wing'd th' imputed flight of fear ; 
 Thou, Glory, wert cclips'd ; no Cumberland was 
 
 [near. 
 IX. 
 The clouds of dread the wond'ring ifle o'ercaft, 
 
 On bafe fubverfion, rifes pale difmay ^ 
 Near,, and more near, the mad banditti hade. 
 
 And terror and deftrudion mark their way ; 
 Now, with parental care our Monarch grieves. 
 And to his warlike fon his royal mandate gives. 
 
 X. 
 
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 X. 
 
 'Twas you, oh, Goddefs ! whifpefd to the throne. 
 To bid your fav'rite fight the genVal caufe j 
 
 His parent- king s, his country's, and his own. 
 And be — what e er a mighty hero was : 
 
 Warm'd by your fires, tho bleak the frozen Ikies, 
 
 He quits the arms of eafe, and on to vengeance flics, 
 
 XI. 
 
 Rebellion now precipitates retreat > 
 
 The Duke*s advances, Treafon's hope confound ; 
 Their confcious hearts anticipate defeat. 
 
 And Cumberland bears millions in the found : 
 The trait' rous bands to native wilds proceed ; 
 But juflice can purfue where ever guilt can lead. 
 
 XII. 
 
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 XII. 
 
 To time's laft hour thou. Glory, flialt difplay 
 The honours William at CuUoden won 5 
 
 Where vain prcfumption fell th' unpity'd prey,' 
 And flaughter crufh'd what perfidy begun : 
 
 His abje<a life the fruftrate Leader bore. 
 
 But vilionary realms, and golden dreams were o'erJ 
 
 XIIL 
 
 When Noah fought th' avenging flood to provCj 
 Forth from the ark he bade the raven roam j 
 
 This embafly was haplefs -, but the dove. 
 
 Like William, brought the olive-emblem home j 
 
 Hear the fav'd nation, emulous commend. 
 
 Prince, patriot, gen'ral, conq'ror, guardian, friend! 
 
 XIV, 
 
C 8 3 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Imperial Goddefs ! 'tis to thee we owe 
 Whate er his foul fuggefls, or arm atchieves > 
 
 Dcfpair fliall wound us from no foreign blow. 
 
 While fhines thy fun, and godlike William lives. 
 
 Not unreveng'd proud Gallia fhall provoke. 
 
 If Heav n and thou but prompt the great vindiftiveftroke, 
 
 XV. 
 
 DifFufe that warmth thy much-lov'd hero feels ^ 
 Render our councils what they were of yore 5 
 
 Expell the heart that fenfe of wrong conceals. 
 And in the land thy facred flirine reflore. 
 
 Oh, fave our country ! evVy Briton cries. 
 
 Thou glad'ner of the earth, thou bright'ner of 
 ^ [the Ikies. 
 
 PARIS. 
 
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 PARIS; 
 
 O R, 
 
 The FORCE of BEAUTY, 
 
 A 
 
 P O E M- 
 
 C A N T O I. 
 
 nn H E force of Beauty, and the fignal hour, 
 When Love's great goddefs evidenc'd her powV -, 
 How Grandeur, Valour, Wifdom, Beauty, ftrove. 
 In brighteft charms, th' afcendency to prove ; 
 The fpleen-fprung motive, emulative fcene. 
 The judge, the vanquifh'd, and the viftor- queen, 
 
 My fong proclaims ! Ye Fair of britifli birth ! 
 
 Sweet pride of Albion ! fam'd throughout the earth ! 
 
 C Whom 
 
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 Whom nature ftamps with evVy grace refined. 
 To fix the fancy, to exalt the mind. 
 Improve content, repel the fhafts of woe, 
 Infure us heav*n, and lengthen hfe below ; 
 Who bid the patriot glow, the warriour arm. 
 The merchant traffic, and the poet charm ; 
 For You ! my mufe attunes her artlefs lyre -, 
 Glows as you fan -, exults as you infpire : 
 Blind to the gleam that lights the claffic lore, 
 Undeftin'd at the midnight lamp to pore ; 
 Whence fons of fcience catch th* impulfive ray, 
 Like Cynthia from the monarch of the day 5 
 A volunteer, at youthful fancy's call, 
 I court your fmiles; the fource, the end of all. 
 Hear, foft enchantreffcs ! your herald fing, 
 Whom Greatnefs fhelters with expanded wing : 
 
 Yc 
 
[ .1 ] 
 
 Ye milder judges ! blefs your vot'ry's caufc, 
 
 Smooth Cenfure's brow, and bribe the world's applaufe. 
 
 In thofe far-diftant times, as records fay, 
 When All acknowledged delegated fway ; 
 Then Jove, th' eternal arbiter of all. 
 Who but in mandate rul'd this penfile ball. 
 To gentler joys his mighty heart inclined ; 
 Beauty ufurp'd dominion o'er his mind, 
 And taught the god each varied form to wear. 
 That charmed the fancy of the fav 'rite Fair : 
 At length fincerity his foul impreft. 
 And virtue join'd the paffion in his breaft j 
 Thetis, whofe will the furging waves obey, 
 Chac'd from his heart variety away. 
 Thus foon as Sol reveals the morning light, 
 Vanquifli'd are all the fainter fires of night. 
 
 C 2 He, 
 
[ '2 ] 
 
 He, at whofe nod peal thunders through the fky. 
 Vibrates the earth, and livid lightnings fly ; *• 
 Who bids confufion through the orbs be hurVd, 
 Or fmiles on high, to chear the nether world ; 
 Th' Imperial ! now the god of love fubjefts j 
 He fees, adores ; he wifhes, and expe<Ss : 
 That warmth which drinks from fancy's glow its ray. 
 And fhed its gleam ere nature's primal day ; 
 That taught crude atoms to condenfe in one y 
 Diffus'd through life, and center'd in the fun. 
 
 The monarch feels ! No artful form he tries j 
 
 A gen'rous pafTion's {Iranger to difguife ; 
 Thetis he woos connubial blifs to fharc. 
 Nor frown'd reluftance in the regal fair : 
 She fooths with hope th' almighty foul of pow'r. 
 Wings ev'ry thought, and 'raptures ev'ry hour. 
 
 Shalt 
 
[13] 
 
 Shall fate, as in the mortal, dare arrcft 
 The refolutions of th* immortal breaft ? 
 
 'Twas fo ordain'd : Prometheus, from his clifF, 
 
 Th' Eternal hail'd, and thus enforced belief: 
 
 Oh, thou ! whofe juft decree I undergo, 
 
 Linked to this rock of never-ceafing woe. 
 
 Lift' what from Themis* oracle IVe learn'd ! 
 
 What thou, Omnifcient, haft not yet difcern'd j 
 
 Thee I revere, tho* tortur'd by thine ire 5 
 
 " The fon fhall prove more powVful than the fire 
 
 *^ Of Thetis born."— —So brcath'd the facred found : 
 
 While this he fpake, Jove heard with brow profound 5 
 
 The truths prophetic on his mind impreft. 
 
 And love and reafon war'd within his breaft : 
 
 That prompts the pow'r a regal right t' affume. 
 
 The goddefs wed, and joy her virgin bloom j; 
 
 This 
 
[ 14] 
 
 This bids him fhun the fource of future harms; 
 Nor truft the dear illufion of her charms : 
 At length 'tis fix'd -, from reafon paffion flies ; 
 Kindnefs furvives, but foft fenfation dies. 
 Prometheus, lo, thy doom repealed ! he cries. 
 Thy fhackles break ; to priftine freedom rife ; 
 
 Thy tyrant bleeds ! Swift, at the royal word, 
 
 Alcides fhot th' unfatiated Bird ; 
 
 The god refigns, as jealous of his reign, 
 
 And Peleus wins the emprefs of the main. 
 
 Ye youths ! to whom love's tender dart is known, 
 Whofe foul indulges meltings not its own, 
 Touch'd with the trickling fmart, the pang fincere, 
 Tho' fweet, yet painful } and tho' foft, fevere j 
 What tho' th' infpirer, confcious of her fway, 
 join wifh to wifh, uniting ray with ray. 
 
 Yet 
 
[ 15 ] 
 
 Yet if fome adverfe planet threat your loves. 
 If prudence fpeak what paffion difapproves. 
 Oh, hear like Jove ! revere the facred voice. 
 And give to fortune, whom you'd take by choice. 
 Nor you, ye Fair 1 the difappointment grieve, 
 Whofe heart, reludant, whom it loves muft leave 3 
 Shield pale defpondence from the blooming cheek. 
 Nor let the look the fecret mind befpeak 5 
 Recall your charms, relume the brilliant eye, 
 And lend love's keener lightning wings to fly 5 
 Like Thetis, thus enkindling new delire, 
 Another youth fhall fan another fire. 
 
 Now Fame extends her filver trump on high ; 
 Peleus and Thetis, eccho through the fky -, 
 Theffalia*s plain's proclaim'd the nuptial fcene. 
 And Hermes haftes to bid the pow'rs convene. 
 
 The 
 
[ i6] 
 
 The gates of heav*n unfold ; the fkies divide ; 
 Jove firft defcended, Juno by his fide ; 
 Mars fmooth'd his front, remitting hoftile care. 
 And deign*d like honour to th* illuftrious pair ; 
 Pallas, bright martial maid ! became a gueft. 
 Her polifh'd cuirafs glitt'ring on her breaft j 
 Venus appeared, drawn by her cooing doves. 
 With Cupid, and a band of little Loves ; 
 Then Momus came, and Bacchus, ivy-crown'd ; 
 That much for laughter ; this for wine renown d : 
 Next Pan approach'd, with all his fylvan throng. 
 True fons of mirth, of mufic, dance, and fong. 
 Ceres advanced, with blufhing Flora join d, 
 Adorn'd with various fweets, in wreaths entwined. 
 No more the favage prey Diana chac'd. 
 
 But, with her veftal tribe, th' alTembly grac'd -, 
 
 And 
 
C ^7 ] 
 
 And Neptune urg d his chariot o'er the main, 
 
 The Nymphs and Trytons laughing in his train -, 
 
 While the glad waves, as confcious of the day, 
 
 Juft met to kifs, and mingling roll'd away 5 
 
 Earth, Ocean, fmil'd ; Sol fhone with rapture bright ; 
 
 Joy chear'd the heart, and pleafure charm'd the fight. 
 
 No river God, no Nereid of the floods. 
 
 No rural Faun, nor Di-yad of the woods ; 
 
 No powV within th* unlimited domain 
 
 Of Jupiter, but trod the feftal plain, 
 
 Save Difcord : — She, with foul of fiend-like birth, 
 
 Exird from heav'n, nor lefs abhor'd on earth, 
 
 Unafk'd was abfent : — ^jufily Prudence guefu'd 
 
 Her prefence noxious at a bridal feaft : 
 
 Hence fprung contention. -Where old Chaos keeps 
 
 Its reign primaeval, midft rocks, wilds, and ftceps 5 
 
 D Juft 
 
[i8] 
 
 Juft emblem of her ever-jarring mind. 
 
 Where vapours dank, and horrid glooms combined ; 
 
 Through which fhe fleams her peflilential breath. 
 
 That putrifies the air, and wings with death ; 
 
 That bids fweet Peace her olive branch let fall. 
 
 And favage war depopulate the ball ; 
 
 Curft fadlion float its native land with gore. 
 
 And golden commerce fly th' aflfrighted fhore : 
 
 There brooding Difcord mourn'd her deftin*d lot ! 
 
 Excluded, flighted, hated, and forgot j 
 
 Her glaring eyes her inward rage cxprefl:. 
 
 And mad ning 'rofc her genius in her breaft ; 
 
 In wifli flic blafts the joys th' Immortals fliarc, 
 
 As faded maidens curfe the wedded fair -, 
 
 Scheme rulTi'd on fcheme to damp their genial mirth. 
 
 When, lo, her ultimate device had birth. 
 
 To 
 
[ '9 J 
 
 I To roufe the Fair at felf-affedlion's call, 
 
 f And fan through them, diflention's flame in all. 
 
 Hymen juft bound th* indiflbluble tie j 
 t Juft had th' acclaim of joy tranfpierc'd the fky, 
 When Difcord, imperceptible to view. 
 Her fignal apple mid' the circle threw : 
 Radiant as thofe which Atalanta bribed. 
 The mifliye gold, the prize was thus infcrib'd : 
 This let the Fairest take. — As when the Swains 
 At fummer's dawn affembled on the plains ; 
 Some blooming maid, their rural queen to move, 
 Whofe foul is innocence, whofe look is love. 
 Round the wreath'd-pole, in mirthful mood advance. 
 Urge adlive feats, or join in fprightly dance ; 
 If chance th' infpiring nymph a fmile impart. 
 And thus exult : One fliepherd wins my heart, 
 
 D 2 Each 
 
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 Each youth already deems the fair poffeft. 
 And confcious merit plumes in ev'ry breaft. 
 So evVy goddefs thought the Prize her right. 
 And faw her beauty in ambition's light ; 
 Debate ran high, feftivity expired, 
 And blufhing pleafure with a frown retir'd. 
 But as th* oppofmg winter yields to fpring, 
 That bids the meads re-fmile, the groves rc-fmg, 
 So, with juft dePrence to fuperior claim. 
 At length the goddeffes relinquish fame. 
 To Juno, Pallas, or the Queen of Love, 
 Who, fix'd as fate, in emulation ftrove. 
 When thus the awful cmprefs of the fky , 
 Can Jove this conflidl view with patient eye ? 
 Are charms like mine in filent doubt conceal'd ? 
 Proclaim the conqueft j bid th' inferior yield ! 
 
 Jove 
 
[ 21 ] 
 
 Jove penfive heard the fovVeign-likc requcft -y 
 
 Reludant, thus his fentiments addreft ; 
 
 Illuftrlous Rivals, deities fupreme ! 
 
 Partial might our determination feem. 
 
 Tw^o principles conftrucft the female foul. 
 
 An axis each to th' agitating whole ; 
 
 Round thefe, eccentric, hopes, fears, wiihes, move j 
 
 One pride innate, and one contraftcd love : 
 
 When e'er fome foft defire the bofom breeds, 
 ! And, iffuing forth, the fancy 'd form fucceeds, 
 
 Then This revolving each idea chcars, 
 
 And rapt in extacy the fair appears. 
 
 But if repulfe the fond excurfion meet. 
 
 And, fadly baulk'd, the hope-wing d wiih retreatj 
 ^ Then That with inftant revolution turns ; 
 
 The paffions rage, and all the female burns. 
 
 All 
 
[22] 
 
 Aii model cL thus, vvhom gods or men revere, 
 
 A woman's woman, whatfoe^er her fpherc. 
 
 Hence, tho' tranfcendent charms due honour gain. 
 
 Yet difappointment wou d the judge arraign. 
 
 Where Ida lifts her fummit to the fkles, 
 
 As o'er the leffer mountains proud to rife, 
 
 A fhepherd dwells, of more exalted kind , 
 
 Graceful his form^ nor un>adorn'd his mind ; 
 
 Youth blooms his face, yet fenfe expands bis fame. 
 
 Love warms his bofom, Paris is his name. 
 
 If fome coy fair her fix'd adorer wrong, 
 
 Whofe pipe is mute, whofe voice neglefts its fong ; 
 
 If fome falfe heart a melting nymph betray, 
 
 Who, fondly ruin*d, fighs her foul away j 
 
 If rival youths afFe<fl fome gentle maid. 
 
 Each friend to e^ch, and love with love repaid 3 
 
If wandVing flocks diftrefs the peaceful fwain. 
 
 Or variance kindle through the fylvan Train ; 
 
 All hafte to him ; whofe ikill furippugts his years 5 
 
 His voice determines, as his council chears : , J f" 
 
 To him, fair glory's candidates ! away -, 
 
 Him I depute the umpire of the day ! 
 
 Bright Maia's offspring ! thou the fruit receive -, 
 
 This, with our great beheft, to Paris give : 
 
 Charge him, infpcdl:, with neutral ray, intent, 
 
 Each fair celeftial, panting for th' event ; ^ 
 
 And to that goddefs, whofe excelling powV 
 
 Compells at once to wonder and adore ; 
 
 Whofe beauty, beaming with unrivaird light. 
 
 Attracts his foul, and captivates his fight, 
 
 Refign the Prize. This let his candour prove. 
 
 And aft as fits the delegate of Jove. 
 
 The 
 
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 The queens, fubmiffive, for th' effay prepare. 
 
 And mount their chariots with important air ; 
 
 By Hermes ufher'd, now aloft they fly, 
 
 Through aether fteer, and wheel along the fky 3 
 
 Lefs fwift fierce vultures cut the liquid way; 
 
 Not fwifter wings the lightning's rapid ray j 
 
 Now fancy views *cm luminous afar ; 
 
 Lefs, and ftill lefs, each empyrean car y 
 
 Now clouds involve 'em ! — Check rafh mufe the rein ! 
 
 Thy fight's eluded, and th* excurfion vain : 
 
 Before th' idalian mount the Beauties grace 
 
 Be Paris fung, the youth of regal race 3 
 
 His high defcent, his myftic life relate, 
 
 A prince by fortune, but a fwain by fate. 
 
 Comprefs'd by Priam, Dimas' * filial joy, 
 Fair Hecuba, conceived the lovely boy : 
 
 ♦Kingof-7/^r^rf. Yet 
 
[ 25 ] 
 
 Yet while an embrlo in the womb he lay, 
 His little heart jufl warm'd v/ith life's firft ray ; 
 J When fancy rules the teeming parent's mind, 
 And paffive nature, to her pow'r refign'd. 
 Works on herfelf, as (lie fuggefts adheres, 
 And fadly fooths the phantoms of her fears ; 
 Then Hecuba, enwrap'd in fleep profound. 
 While night's meridian horrors gloom'd around, 
 A dream furpriz'd -, and, obvious to her fight. 
 Her offspring fhow'd, A Torch of blazing Light. 
 The vifion'd-birth deep on her fpirits prey'd ^ 
 Her bofom throbb'd for more than human aid ; 
 She, loft to peace, with terror in her thought, 
 Before the facred tripod counfel fought ; 
 And fu'd the voice divine her dream t'unfcia : 
 Refponfive, thus the future truths were told : 
 
 E '/ Thy 
 
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 <C 
 
 [ 26] 
 
 Thy promised (on his country fhill deftroy ; 
 
 Caufe wars to ravage ; flames demolifh Troy," 
 Th' afflided queen indulged the heaving figh ; 
 Dread chiird her heart, and forrow dim'd her eye : 
 All fweetly fad, and eloquent in tears, 
 She breathed the harfh decree in Priam's ears : 
 Troy's genius fan'd the fpark of patriot flame ; 
 His country's love repell'd the fofter claim ; 
 Tho' tender pafiion taught his heart to melt. 
 The monarch ftifled w^hat the parent felt : 
 His queen he chear'd , and w^hen the child was born. 
 The mother's pity, but the father's fcorn, 
 Tw^as doom'd to death, by Archelaus's hand : 
 His fovVeign fpoke ; he bow'd to the command. 
 This charge recall'd fair Hecuba's difmay 5 
 Nature not there was torn fo foon away j 
 
 Without^ 
 
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 Without the joy, (he knew a mother's fmart, 
 
 And with maternal fondnefs ach'd her heart > 
 
 The trickling tears reveal'd her foul forlorn. 
 
 As pearly dew-drops indicate the morn ; 
 
 Does this, fhe cry'd, reward my pregnant paiiv? 
 
 Ah, why fo kind, Lucina, fince in vain ! 
 
 Sweet fmiling infant, juft alive to die ! 
 
 Oh, fhed, ye gods, compaffion from the iky ! 
 
 She fu'd in private Archelaus's ear. 
 
 The chief whofe name infpir'd the trump of fear 3 
 
 In war all-dreadfull, as in peace refign*d, 
 
 His afpeft martial, but humane his mind. 
 
 In fecret audienc'd, thus her fuit began : 
 
 Shall guiltlefs blood attaint a gallant man ? 
 
 Forbid it heav n ! Oh, born the lance to wield, 
 
 Wife in the camp, and glorious in the field, 
 
 E 2 Deign 
 
■ 28 ] 
 
 Deign in a womcin's caufe the palm to wear ! 
 
 Whtn prov*d the brave ungen'rous to the fair ? 
 
 1 .-::v hadfc a mother ! From her firft embrace, 
 
 Jufc as her eyes had wanton'd o*er thy face, 
 Hadil thou been torn, to lofe thy Ufe's fmall powV, 
 The fame thy natal and thy mortal hour, 
 Judge what her pangs had been ! then pidlure mine. 
 
 And ward impending fate ! — Life, death, is thine ! 
 
 Touch'd was the chief his kindnefs to impart. 
 
 Nor had his mail repell'd companion's dart ; 
 
 For pity's ever with true courage join'd. 
 
 Th' intrepid warriour thus difclos*d his mind : 
 
 The deftin'd purpofe of our monarch's foul 
 ' Nor pray'r can mitigate, nor pow'r controul ; 
 But by this fvvord, this viftor fword ! I fwear, 
 Which peace refpecSs, and bold invaders fear. 
 
 The 
 
[ 29 3 
 
 The prince (hall live ! — Let that my queen appeafc ; 
 
 Death fhall in foreign features Priam pleafe. 
 
 Unconfcious of his throne, or royal fire 
 
 Below all greatnefs, yet above defire ; 
 
 Where nature reigns, recefs'd in calm content. 
 
 There fhall the prince, an orphan charge, be fent : 
 
 Thus one mild tenor may his life employ. 
 
 And fate revoke the threatened doom of Troy, 
 
 As foft Aurora, fhedding orient day. 
 
 Diverts the gloom, and drives the night away ; 
 
 So founds like thefe, through Hecuba s fond ear, 
 
 Chear her fad foul, and banifh her defpair : 
 
 Had not the oracle impelled her fear. 
 
 Parting had feem'd ev'n more than death fevere -, 
 
 But forrow oft inverts itfelf to joy -, 
 
 To part was fweet, fince life wou'd blefs her boy : 
 
 Refledlion 
 
[ 30 ] 
 
 Refleftioii there parental anguifh eas'd. 
 
 And all the mother in the queen was pleas'd. 
 
 She thank'd the chiefs but faint her thanks exprefs'd 
 
 The gratitude that panted in her breaft. 
 
 Submifs withdrew th' imparter of relief. 
 
 Glad at her joy, as fadden'd at her grief: 
 
 His gen'rous heart fulfiU'd his fworn intent, 
 
 And to the fylvan throng the babe was fent. 
 
 Th' idalian f wains the httle foundling lov'd. 
 
 And ev'ry nymph its fofler-mother proved ; 
 
 Paris they nam'd him, watch'd his infant day. 
 
 And led his rip'ning years in virtue's way : 
 
 Unconfcious of his rank, they taught his mind 
 
 The earliefl labours of the rural kind : 
 
 ' Twas his, when morning op'd its faffron eyes, 
 
 Till Hefper twinkled in the dufky fki:s. 
 
 The 
 
[ 31 ]• 
 
 The fcrip replete, and ftudded crook to bear ; 
 To 'tend the herds, and guard the fleecy care. 
 Soon bright perfection in the boy was {cQn, 
 Fair was his afpect, comely was his mein ; 
 And fick'ning nymphs confefs'd love's tender dart, 
 But mofl Oenone triumphed in his heart ; 
 Yet ev'ry grace that fpoke his form refin'd, 
 Seem'd faint to th' emanation of his mind. 
 This to the fenfe difclos'd inherent v/orth ; 
 That to the eye reveal'd fuperior birth. 
 Each rural fage, whom years had render'd wife, 
 Vers'd in the glebe, and ftudious of the flcies. 
 Saw in the youth, in life's uncertain prime. 
 Proficient nature equal art and time : 
 And fuch mature abilities appear'd. 
 That whom at firft they pitied, they rever'd. 
 End of the firji Canto. 
 
 CANTO 
 
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 CANTO 11. 
 TVTOW heav'n-born mufe ! thy facred fuccour bring ; 
 Refume the theme which tun'd thy voice to iing , 
 In my rapt foul infufe the warmth of thine. 
 And lend my fancy's paintings light to (hine. 
 
 Where milky flocks in gambols fport around, 
 Where varied beauties deck the fmiling ground. 
 Where aromatic incenfc j&lls the fky, 
 And all the profpedt wins th' enraptured eye j 
 The grafs his couch, his canopy a tree, 
 Now, on yon cloud- topt fummit, Paris fee ! 
 Hark, from his reed what foft'ning founds afpire ! 
 The melting meafures hufh the feathered choir -, 
 To catch his fweeter notes they croud each fpray. 
 And lift ning hear their little fouls away : 
 
 Through 
 
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 Through vocal air the ftrains mellifluous fly, 
 
 The ftrcams re-echo, and the hills reply. 
 
 And now, defcending through the wide expanfe, 
 
 All radiant, lo, the heav nly train advance ! 
 
 The car-preft clouds fmk circling towVd the ground ; 
 
 A flood of glory pours the fcene around : 
 
 Now the gay chariots print th* enamerd green. 
 
 And now alights each heart-exulting queen. 
 
 As when a meteor, ftreaming aether through, 
 
 Attrafts fome fage's unfufpedting view j 
 
 Tho' confcious virtue bid to fear controul. 
 
 Yet wonder iheds a tremor o'er his fou! j 
 
 So Paris, tho* in innocence array'd, 
 
 The feeming viiion, tranc'd in awe, furvey'd. 
 
 Down drops the reed from out his trembling hands, 
 
 He ftarts, dread chills him, motionlefs he ftands ! 
 
 F Whei^ 
 
[ 34] 
 
 When Merc'ry thus addrefs*d Oh, youth renown d^ 
 
 With wit enlightened, and with judgment crown d 5 
 By friendfhip valued, dear to beauty's eye, 
 So lov'd on earth, fo honoured from on high ! 
 Difmifs thy fears, thefe rival queens furvey. 
 Nor dream of danger in fuch bright array! 
 Hermes am I ! 'tis mine through realms of air. 
 The facred mandates of the gods to bear ; 
 I cleave the fky at Jupiters decree. 
 And now I come his fubftitute to thee. 
 While bridal joys late charm'd th' immortal PowVs, 
 And mirth and rapture 'wak'd the laughing hours, 
 Difcord, whofe thoughts the balm of peace difdain. 
 Who feels no blifs but in another's pain, 
 This Apple, for the brighteft goddefs meant, 
 To kindle ftrife, and nurture difcontent, 
 
 Amidft 
 
Amidft th' affembly hurl'd ! Joy fled the place, 
 
 And ev'ry fair was robb'd of ev'ry grace ; 
 
 'Twas conteft all ! at length, refleftion's beam 
 
 Eclips'd felf-love, and thefe were own'd fupreme : 
 But which fupreme of thefe muft thou explore ! 
 Jove fpake the word, and contefl was no more. 
 Shepherd, infpeft, with neutral ray intent. 
 Each fair celeflial, panting for th' event; 
 And to that goddefs, whofe excelling pow V 
 Compells at once to wonder and adore ; 
 Whofe beauty, beaming with unrlvall'd light, 
 Attracts thy foul, and captivates thy fight, 
 
 Refign the Prize ! This let thy candour prove j 
 
 And ad as fits the delegate of Jove, 
 
 No more he fpoke.— — The youth the glitt nng Prize 
 
 Receives with mien fubmifs, and thus replies : 
 
 F 2 And 
 
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 And am I then, an humble lowly fwain, 
 Whom nature dooms the tenant of the plain ; 
 Whofe fenfe but from her fpring its maxims draws^. 
 Am I thought adequate to judge this caufe ? 
 He bids who knows 3 hence diffidence away, 
 'Tis Jove commands, and Paris muft obey ;, 
 A fecret pride my artlefs bofom fires^ 
 And he who dignifies at once infpires. 
 But as the rofe amidft encircling flowV&, 
 In fragrant vales, or amaranthine bow'rs. 
 May for a while, tho' beauteous o'^er the reft„ 
 Bloom to the feeking organ unconfeft. 
 Singly be try'd each fair affertor*s claim I 
 Hear this, ye lovely candidates of fame ! 
 And, left deception look with truth's clear eye. 
 And art with nature proudly hope to vie. 
 
 Let 
 
[37] 
 
 Let ev'ry goddefs, patent to the day, 
 
 Each robe-hid charm, each fecret grace difplay : 
 
 The cloud-caft fun no gleam of joy infpires. 
 
 And beauty fcorns what vanity requires^ 
 
 He faid. 
 
 When Juno, dignified in mien, 
 As rank ordain'd, before each other queen 
 Advanc a : imperial pomp adorn'd her face. 
 And god- like grandeur glow'd in ev'ry grace : 
 A radiant crown the awful emprefs wore j. 
 
 T 
 
 Her fnowy hand a filver fcepter bore ; 
 
 Her fpreading ringlets fhot the diamond's lig*ht j 
 
 Her robe was ail-magnificently bright : 
 
 That robe, which now expanding to the view, 
 
 ReveaFd thofe charms the thundVer only kne^iy 
 
 In 
 
 » 
 
[ 38 ] 
 
 In naked majefty the goddefs fhone -, 
 She wav'd her fcepter'd hand and thus begun : 
 Shepherd, attend ! 'tis Juno*s voice you hear, 
 Jove's kindred confort ! great v^ithout compeer ! 
 I rule his heart w^ho rules through boundiefs fpace. 
 Then judge how bleft who lives in Juno's grace ; 
 So may 'ft thou live ^ for fuch is Jove's decree^ 
 That Juno waits her deftlny from thee : 
 She 1 too elate in pow'r, too high of foul 
 To pardon infult, or to brook controuL 
 As the pale orb, that chears the noon of night, 
 To phcebus in meridian fplendor bright ; 
 As ev'ry ftar that gilds the blue ferene, 
 Compar'd to cynthia, night's fwetet filver queen, 
 So faint to me thefe bold oppofers fhine, 
 Whofe beauty's deftin'd but a foil to mine. 
 
 Think 
 
C 39 J 
 
 Think not the Prize I'd have thee yet impart, 
 No ; — partial verdidl injures true defert. 
 The wreath of glory be by conflidl gain'd i 
 Poor is the conqueft eafily obtained : 
 Then let each rival full refiftance make, 
 Left folly blufh not at its own miftake -, 
 Yet what they offer, Paris, difregard -, 
 They mean to bribe thee, I but to reward. 
 If wealth allure thee, if ambition fire. 
 If grandeur (hine the objed: of defire; 
 Which ever glows within thy foul fupreme, 
 I'll fan its light, and teach that light to beam 5 
 Or fhou d they all incite thy fecret fighs, 
 Know, in a monarch, .thou to all fhalt rife ! 
 ril fnatch thee, ihepherd, from degrading fate, 
 And lift thee high, pre-eminently great ; 
 
 Thy 
 
[4o] 
 
 Thy hand fhall ftretch a fcepter o'er the ball^ 
 And at thy nod (hall kingdoms rife or fall ; 
 For thee the mine fhall teem, the feas fhall roll, 
 And commerce fpread her wings from pole to pole ; 
 Pomp and magnificence fhall round thee fhine. 
 And glory brighten evVy afl: of thine. 
 
 Thus Juno fpoke, with conquefl In her eye ; 
 Thus beauty's judge, yet doubtful, made reply : 
 
 Did my fond thoughts on fchemes of greatnefs roll. 
 Did vanity's falfe glare illude my foul, 
 Thy words, oh, goddefs, fuch rewards proclaim. 
 The man wou'd fink, and all the monarch flame f 
 But, taught the voice of nature io prefer, 
 My bofcm flill beats confonant to her* 
 
 From 
 
[41 ] 
 
 From kings imperial, to the meaneft (lave, 
 
 Th* Eternal Caufe refponfive paffions gave ; 
 
 In evVy foul they prompt the fame refpedt, 
 
 Alike in name, tho' various in effed: ; 
 
 If Pan benignant blefs my fleecy care, 
 
 I crave no more -, my wealth is centered there; 
 
 If by my heart ambition's underftood, 
 
 I feel its glow, the pride of being Good ; 
 
 Survey the flow'ry lawns, the chequer'd fhades. 
 
 Rocks, rills, floods, fountains, grottos, groves, and glades j 
 
 Behold how Sol, now tow'ring up the fkics. 
 
 Bright, and more bright, bids evVy profpedl rife ! 
 
 I this all grandeur ardeflly define -, 
 
 Still be in this degree thefe bleflings mine. 
 
 Jove forms the mind of man to fuit its ftate -, 
 
 Happy in that, difunion were its fate. 
 
 G What 
 
C 42 ] 
 What nature craves kind providence fupplics^ 
 Joy to the fenfe, and pleafure to the eyes. 
 Bids the earth teem vdth vegetative care. 
 The full bud bloflbm, and the bloffom bear. 
 The vital fpirit warm through land, air, flood : 
 And fliall the heart wifli more ? Ingratitude ! 
 Ah, what avail the pageantries of flate ! 
 Care ftill finds entrance at the regal gate ; 
 Dulls the high mind, with pale refledtion fraught. 
 
 And draws its fable curtain o'er the thought ; 
 
 Silent in grief, it looks with flattery's eye. 
 
 While the fad heart gives dignity the lye. 
 
 Plume, competency, o er my foul thy wing ! 
 
 There let the bird of fweet contentment fing ! 
 
 And long as heav n this bleffing fhall difpenfe, 
 
 May yon fubmifTive flocks own me their prince ! 
 
 This 
 
[43 ] 
 
 This humble crook my fcepter be confeft. 
 
 And peace the diadem within my breaft ! 
 While fancy's-felf fliall bound my empire's fcenc. 
 Already loyal to a fav 'rite queen. 
 
 Nor deem it infult, goddefs, I decline 
 Thy honours, be my heart's warm tribute thine : 
 The fame thy goodnefs in th' intent as giv'n ; 
 The fame my duty to the queen of heav'n. 
 Partial's the judge by future favour bought, 
 Indiff 'rence only afts the thing it ought ; 
 And juftice, pregnant with its own reward. 
 Demands, that nought but beauty meet regard. 
 The fhepherd fpoke. 
 
 Then Pallas, fierce array'd. 
 Whom Vulcan fummon'd from the thund'rer's head, 
 
 G 2 Approach'd: 
 
[44] 
 
 Approached : tho' martial prowefs arm'd her look^ 
 
 Yet With a mild complacency fhe fpoke : 
 Thou arbitrator of this glorious caufe, 
 Whofe hand fhall fanftify fupreme applaufe, 
 By what criterion's beauty ta be known ? 
 Reafon replies " Each fancy forms its own." 
 Hence, tho* this frame war's dreaded enfigns bear > 
 Tho' ohve-twin'd this golden helm I wear 5. 
 Arm'd with the lance, and blazing gorgon fliield. 
 That glares terrific in the hoftile field \ 
 Ev'n in this form, as in this open face. 
 Beauty may ihine with no inferior grace : 
 Bright in the eye, and blooming on the cheek. 
 It wins th' effeminate, and charms the weak ^ 
 Through diff'rent optics views th' exalted foul, 
 Whofc plaudit w^aits the correfponding whole; 
 
 Such 
 
[ 45 ] 
 
 Such to her fenfe Minerva pidlures thee j 
 
 Th' apparent femblance may refleftion fee ! 
 
 If by the pile th' internal pomp's defined. 
 
 If the deportment indicate the mind, 
 
 Sure thou wert meant to brighten, and afpire, 
 
 To mount in fame, and bid the world admire ! 
 
 Tho' fortune's gloom impede thy promised day, 
 
 Minerva's pow'r fhall chafe the mift away ; 
 
 Exalt thy name, irradiate thy renown. 
 
 In danger guard thee, and with honours crown. 
 
 In war's career, when adverfe legions rage, 
 
 While fword with fword, and lance with lance engage: 
 
 When vidt'ry hovers o'er each hofl in air, 
 
 And doubtful chiefs to Pallas breathe the pray'r ; 
 
 I give my fav'rite hero to fucceed 5 
 
 Lead on ^ and conquefl: follows where I lead ! 
 
 Then 
 
[46] 
 
 Then round his brow the wreaths of triumph twine. 
 
 And, through the mortal, bid th* immortal fhine : 
 
 Peace waits his fteps ; all glorioufly he comes ! 
 
 Sweet found the trumps, and gladfome beat the drums ; 
 
 No more the trump evinces war's alarms ; 
 
 No more the drum fonorous beats to arms ! 
 
 Now fofter mufic gives to rapture birth ; 
 
 Earth tells it heav n, and heav'n refponds to earth ; 
 
 While banners, late unfurling with difmay. 
 
 Court the loofe gales, and with the zephyrs play. 
 
 This, this is he! the voice of freedom cries, 
 
 Tho' mighty genVous -, and tho' dauntlefs wife ! 
 
 The priefts advance, the feftal lays begin. 
 
 And evVy bofom lets the conquVor In ; 
 
 While the glad los, pealing through the fky. 
 
 Swell his full heart, and lift his foul on high. 
 
 Gives 
 
[47] 
 
 Gives Juno honour adequate to this ? 
 
 No : mine's eternal, her's but tranfient blifs. 
 
 My vidlor props the bafis of a throne ; 
 Then what's her king ? — a man to rule alone : 
 Death calls, pomp leaves him, and his glory dies 3 
 Another pageant charms the plebeian eyes ; 
 The rifing column, and the breathing bud, 
 May mark his tomb, and confecrate his duft ; 
 Yet w^ifdom tells what prudence wou'd conceal. 
 Not duty this, 'tis but politic zeal : 
 Yet grant it duty, whence, oh, king ! thy praife ? 
 To merit this, how pafs'd thy regal days ? 
 Perhaps in indolence : th' exerting mind 
 Suits not the throne, 'tis fatal to mankind 5 
 Hence feuds foment, hence fadtions rend a llate. 
 While thefe grow warm with love, and thofe with hate. 
 
 Th* 
 
 I 
 
[48 ] 
 
 Th' inaftive monarch hear all lands commend ! 
 Cowards may govern what the brave defend. 
 Lov'd by each heart, which no compuliion fways. 
 Dear to each eye, which no mean homage pays. 
 The hero fhines ! To his great foul 'tis giv n 
 T' affert the love, or urge the wrath of heav'n ; 
 To cherifh liberty, infure the crown, 
 Protedl the good, or pull the tyrant down. 
 Tho' demi-gods his kindred foul invite 
 To quit its clay, and mount the realms of light, 
 He ftill exifts, in records that furpafs 
 Th* indented ftone, or monumental brafs ! 
 This rufts with age, time moulders that away. 
 But can th* embofom'd fabric know decay ? 
 
 No : imag'd there the hero's fure to ftand, 
 
 God-like to memVy, through a grateful land : 
 
 No 
 
[49] 
 
 No regal flrudture this, for falrtiood known, 
 
 Rais'd by th' intent the heart fhou'd blufh to own : 
 
 'Tis friendfhip's fhrine, inherent love its bafe, • 
 
 Where glory fpeaks the deeds from race to race. 
 
 Without all r^vVence, as all truth within. 
 
 By his fervid country in idea feen. 
 
 The hero tranfmigrates from fire to fon ; 
 
 Nor fate deftroys what gratitude begun. 
 
 Aufpicious youth ! acknowledge this divine. 
 
 And inftant, rife adopted fon of mine. 
 
 But if to milder greatnefs thou'rt inclined. 
 
 As various views impell the various mind. 
 
 Know over arts as over arms I reign. 
 
 And fcience hails me, queen of its domain ! 
 
 'Tis I excite through nature*s trads to pry, 
 
 And drink experience with the mental eye; 
 
 H Wide 
 
[50] 
 
 Wide round the world bid obfervation roam, 
 Ox- travcrfe the terraqueous globe at home": 
 I fpread the myftic volume of the ikies, 
 And give th* explorer fai.dtion to be wife; 
 While wonder's clouds erroneous wing their flight, 
 And truth confpicuous burfts upon his fight. 
 Teach him of chang'd efFedls the fource to tcli^ 
 And call fair knowledge from her fecret cell. 
 O'er fea, o'er earth, extends my potent aid, 
 And incenfe rifes to the blue-ey'd maid. 
 When winds, as warring for deftrudlion, roar^ 
 And rufhing furges rock th' incumber'd fhorc, 
 What pow'r direds the bark its way to form, 
 Pvide o'er the billows, and deceive the ftorm ? 
 
 ' Tis mine. When revolution threats a flare. 
 
 And o'er fome realm impends the gloom of fate ; 
 
 The 
 
[5«] 
 
 The fov'reign mind to fov'reignty a prey. 
 And fubjcfl: whifp ring fubjed^s peace away ; 
 ' What powV can prop th' endangered kingdom's fall, 
 Reclaim diflenfion, and enliven all ? 
 
 'Tis mine. 1 prompt the patriot^s filial voice j 
 
 He fpeaks, and fpeaking, hears the land rejoice ; 
 
 With ev'ry art of elocution bleft. 
 
 He points the good, and murmur links to reft; 
 
 Again content embofoms in the ifle. 
 
 And ev'n rebellion fmiles, or feems to fmile. 
 
 Thus wifdom urges happinefs to birth. 
 
 As heav*n-dropt dews infpire the genial earth. 
 
 How favage man devoid of my controul ! 
 
 How wou d his paflions war againft his foul ! 
 
 Mine the foft chain licentious will that binds ; 
 
 Mine the foft voice that wins on gentle minds ; 
 
 H 2 Ap>* 
 
[52] 
 
 And mine the plaudit that refleftion loves, 
 When o'er himfelf the man a conquVor proves; 
 To merit all my powV, the Prize refign ; 
 T' invert: the giver with that powV, be mine. 
 But if dilarm'd this form mufl: now be feen. 
 Conceive not, fwain, the fortrefs weak within ; 
 From this fair bofom, lo, this cuirafs freed ! 
 Now, for itfelf let filent beauty plead ! 
 
 By me your genius fpeaks : Oh, Paris, rife 
 
 The mighty hero, or the mighty wife! 
 
 Minerva ended : and impatient burn'd ; 
 
 When reafon, in the fliepherd's voice, return'd : 
 
 Who breathe this humble air, eftrang d to courts. 
 Where wild ambition reigns, and fortune fports, 
 
 Care 
 
C 53 ] 
 
 Care not what nations rife to war and noife. 
 While This deftroying That itfelf deftroys : 
 And tho' my heart its native climate prize, 
 And fupplicate Troy's welfare of the fkies. 
 Yet trufl: me, goddefs, Tm too calm of mind 
 To wifli myfelf the flayer of mankind. 
 Say, can the warriour boafl one tranquil hour ? 
 Does no myfterious vifion awe his pow*r ? 
 Does ne'er refledion midft his triumphs rife. 
 To fting the wretch who fpurns at nature's ties ? 
 Who fir'd by pride, or urg'd by thirfl of gain. 
 Some kingly vanity, fome hop'd domain. 
 Cuts off his image who the being gave, 
 Whofe great peculiar attribute's to fave ? 
 Can his fond country pay him with its love. 
 As praife below may not be praife above ? 
 
[5+] 
 
 I envy not th' cxultlngs in his breaft 
 For armies flaughter'd, and for realms diftreft ; 
 By me fuch triumphs wou'd be unenjoy'd, 
 My heart wou'd pity whom my hand deAroy'd. 
 Tho' charm*d not by the trumpet's filvei flrain, 
 Unus'd to founds that fire the marual train, 
 Yet heav'n who fuits our pleafures to our fphere^ 
 And bids fenfation know its juft barrier, 
 Gives melody, thatgfung to man the art. 
 To wake my ear, and animate my heart ; 
 Mufic that firft taught nature to rejoice, 
 And hymn'd the great Creator with its voice : 
 Soon as Aurora darts th* enlivening ray. 
 Up mounts the lark, and hails the new-born day ; 
 The feather'd nations hear their herald's call. 
 Each fings to each, and echo anfwers all : 
 
 At 
 
C ss J 
 
 At noon, when phoe^us in the zenith reigns. 
 And languid nature pants around the plains^ 
 Tho' mute the birds,, flill mufic fooths the hour^ 
 Screened in the grott', or fhelter'd in the bowV, 
 The rural reed, or love-concerted lay 
 Diverts the fancy, wears the time away : 
 At eve, when weflern clouds refulgent glow. 
 And phcebe dawns, to light the world below. 
 Then pours fweet Philomel, through dulcet throat. 
 The mufically, melancholy, note ; 
 Tereus fhe mourns, all lonely on a thorn^ 
 While turtles coo a foft farewell till morn : 
 Rills purl, brooks murmur, babbling rivlets creep. 
 To hu(h my thoughts, and lull my fenfe afleep; 
 Ev'n fleep is here by harmony refin'd, 
 I flumber to the mufic of my mind : 
 
 Long 
 
[56] 
 
 Long be the flumbers of the Peaceful mine ; 
 
 The mighty hero, goddefs, I decline. 
 
 Nor pants my heart for fcientific lore : 
 
 When much is known, that knowledge thirfts for mo r c 
 
 Like Tantalus, the mind of fcience vain, 
 
 Inceffant toils for what it can't obtain. 
 
 The lamp of fenfe, that glows in ev'ry breaft, 
 
 Nature illumes, that man may ftand confeft 3 
 
 That good and ill may to his foul be known ; 
 
 His int'reft pointed, but the choice his own j 
 
 To light the dudile thought life's fea to run, 
 
 What haven covet, and what rocks to fhun : 
 
 Yet oft' when fcience Iheds its op'ning day, 
 
 This beam inftiadlive vaniflies away ; 
 
 At pride's firft glance th' irradiation dies, 
 
 And folly triumphs o'er the mighty wife ; 
 
 Still 
 
CS7] 
 
 Still may I view that light unfully'd ihlne -, 
 
 Still be the teft of rural knowledge mine. 
 
 Ye fons of learning ! court the world's applaufe ; 
 
 Ye warriours, patriots ! fire in freedom's caufe : * 
 
 Be yours whate'er afpiring fpirits claim. 
 
 Eternal rapture, and eternal fame ! 
 
 And while you foar, with emulative zeal. 
 
 And give to kindred minds the warmth you feel. 
 
 In humbler life your virtues Til revere j 
 
 To rife I wifli not, nor depreffion fear. 
 
 In truth's clear mirrour, bounteous queen, I fee 
 
 Thy bleffings would reverfe their name with me ; 
 
 Yet, not unduteous, thou my thanks receive j 
 
 The fole return fincerity can give ; 
 
 For one celeftial claimant's yet untry'd j 
 
 Beauty muft win, and juftice mull decide. 
 
 I Thus 
 
[58 ] 
 
 Thus he. 
 
 When Venus, fwcet as dawning day. 
 Fair as the bofom of the milky way ; 
 Like nature in her fummer pride difplay'd. 
 
 Came on : in magic lovelinefs array 'd : 
 
 Her gloffy ringlets, of the auburn brown. 
 With graceful wave, flow'd negligently down ; 
 The loves and graces, duteous to their queen, 
 Smird in her face, and wantoned in her mien : 
 Her eyes were taught in lambent flames to fpeak ; 
 Young joy fat laughing on her crimfon cheek ; 
 And rapture on her fnowy breaft was feen. 
 That heaving whifpcr'd 'twas not fnow within. 
 Th' ambrofial veil, of various texture loom'd. 
 The zephyrs fan'd, and th' ambient air perfum'd ; 
 
 Richly 
 
[59] 
 
 Richly bedight the filken veftment flione, 
 And loofely girded was her facred zone : 
 Round which gay cupids fportively advanc'd, 
 LIv'd in the work, and like young cherubs danc'd ; 
 Within were ftor'd the charms of love and youth, 
 Enticing cunning, and infuring truth ; 
 Each female artifice, each foft ning wile. 
 Smile chearing hope, and hope reviving fmile ^ 
 With all that dignifies the fex divine ! 
 And bows the world to beauty's facred flirine. 
 Th' accomplifh'd queen, with confcious merit fir'd, 
 I Awhile flood filent as the Judge admir'd ; 
 Saw in his looks the blufli of wonder rife, 
 And read her future conqueft in his eyes ; 
 Then with a voice, whofe modulated flow 
 Induced the mufic of the fpheres below ; 
 
 I 2 * While 
 
[6o] 
 
 While filent life feem'd rapt in joy around, 
 And breathing nature opened to the found. 
 Sweet fylvan fwain ! fhe cries, oh, blooming boy ! 
 Thou comelieft youth among the youths of Troy ! 
 Of profFer'd honours how difcreet thy fcorn 1 
 No. — Thou to wear the wreaths of love weirt born ; 
 Its pow'r to vindicate, its dart to wield -, 
 A bold adventVer in fair beauty's field. 
 And vidtor-like, confpicuoufly be feen 
 Beneath the banner of the paphian queen. 
 While Jove indulges life to man below. 
 Say, from what fource felicity muft flow : 
 Ambition claims the diadem of powV ; 
 Scolaftic pride wou d heav*n and earth explore. 
 And cruelty adores the flaught'ring fcene; 
 ,While felf-delufion boafls a god within : 
 
 But, 
 
[6i ] 
 
 But, oh, as foon the doves that coo and bill. 
 And yok'd in yon gay chariot, wait my will. 
 Shall vultures turn, and love's foft ties rejedl. 
 As joys fo falfe a mind like thine affedl ! 
 Beauty's alone the fount of dear delight. 
 Health of the foul, and rapture of the fight ; 
 Wheree'er it flows is feen nor want nor care. 
 But all is greatnefs, glory, treafure, there : 
 Oh, led by me come on to blifs fupreme ! 
 Drink the fweet wave of that tranfmuting ftream ; 
 ^ Exult in happincfs unknown before, 
 And be whate'er thy heart can wifti ! and more ! 
 Tho' 'mongft the fylvan maids thy charms infpirc 
 To melt with love, and ficken with defire. 
 Some blooming nymph attradt thee o*er the reft^ 
 And mutual fondnefs flow from breaft to breafl: , 
 
 lit 
 
[62 ] 
 
 In each tho' tendVeft fentiments arife. 
 
 And the glad heart catch tranfport from the eyes, 
 
 Yet judge not, fwain, no greater joys exift ; 
 
 Let fancy try, fhou'd conflancy refift. 
 
 As beauty brightens am'rous rapture warms. 
 
 And love expatiates with its object's charms ; 
 
 'Tis but by contraft excellence is known : 
 
 Had Sol ne'er blaz'd how fierce had Cynthia ihone ! 
 
 Graces thy warm ideas now approve. 
 
 That lull thy fenfes in a dream of love, 
 
 To rival, think how elegance muft fliine. 
 
 Then wake ! — and call the piftur'd charmer thine ! 
 
 Of beauty how the Grecian empire rings ! 
 
 The paffing wind th' inceffant paean brings -, 
 
 A thoufand hearts, enamoured of her fame. 
 
 Dance to the melody of Helen's name : 
 
 Ev'n 
 
[63 ] 
 
 Ev'n (he, the majefty of Sparta's ftatc, 
 Gentle as lovely, and as lovely great -, 
 Whofe charms, evincing royalty their ov^n. 
 Illume the crown, and dignify the throne j 
 She fhall her diadem, her king defert, 
 Proud to hail thee fole fov'reign of her heart F 
 When Paris on her panting bofom lies. 
 And love's foft light'nings flafh from eyes to eyes 3 
 While the fond fouFs of extacy pofTeft, 
 And each becomes the bleffer and the blefs'd ; 
 Then will He cry, exulting in his blifs, 
 Cou'd Juno, cou'd Minerva, give me This ? 
 \ No. — You, ye kings ! who wealth and powV divide, 
 Meteors of ftate, and vidtims of your pride, 
 Look up, and me a greater monach own, 
 Helen I rule, this bofom is my throne ! 
 T Ye 
 
[64] 
 
 Ye mighty vidors ! who, when numbers yield. 
 Call blooming glory from the deathful field, 
 Confefs, did ever vidVy equal mine ? 
 Helen I conquered -, Helen the divine ! 
 Ye greatly wife ! whom learning leads aftray. 
 Dream of the night, and phantom of the day ; 
 That haunts your thoughts, retreats as you purfue. 
 Defies attainment, yet illudes the view ; 
 Oh, trufl: me knowledge waits on love's foft call ! 
 Love, the great origin, the fource of all ! 
 And while my Helen fhall th' inftrucSrefs prove. 
 No fcience, no philofophy's, like love ! 
 She, fhe (hall teach me all I wifh to know. 
 While thought fliall pifture, and while heart fhall glow ! 
 Here Venus paus'd, as for reply intent : 
 But fpeaking looks difclos'd the fwain's aflent ; ! 
 
 His 
 
( 
 
 [65 ] 
 
 His eyes met her's, at evVy glance addrefs'd. 
 The future paramour his foul poflefs'd ; 
 Imagination to its heaven afpir*d, 
 Fancying he glow'd, and glowing he defir'd* 
 That minute, by the fex confpicuous feen> 
 The certain minute now impulb'd the queen. 
 With magic truth th* enchantment to fupp'y. 
 And prove the teft of fancy to the eye. 
 
 Then thus refum^d the goddefs : deareft boy ! 
 
 Helen IVe promised ; her thou ihalt enjoy I 
 But her own caufe let Venus now defend, 
 Which prefent glory, future fame attend. 
 
 She faid. Then all at once her Ceft unbound j 
 
 Her purple veftment flutter'd to the ground : 
 Now charm on charm, and grace on grace refin'd. 
 And beauty's fun in full meridian fhin'd ! 
 
 K The 
 
[ 66 ] 
 
 The youth^ too weak to bear its dazzling ray, 
 In melting tendernefs, diffolv'd away ; 
 Scarce flow'd the vital flood from vein to vein ; 
 Scarce cou'd his bread his beating heart contain ; 
 Scarce cou'd his ienfe his foul's recefs exolore -, 
 Twas joy ! 'twas ejctacy ! 'twas fomething; more ! 
 At length, refledion's calm his mind reliev'd. 
 When f jft the fwain to Jove this pray'r cpnceiy'd : 
 Thou.pcw'r ! by whofe immutable decree 
 This £rreat deciijon was^ referr'd to me : 
 Who lov'ft the wrong to guide, the weak to teach. 
 And know'ft the meaning ere it live in fpeech ! 
 If ibis be error deign thy juft controul 5 
 For, oh, fuck magic captivates my foul. 
 That were my foul the Prize it now were givn! 
 Candour ! abfjive the delegate of heav n ! 
 
 Thou 
 
[67 ] 
 
 ^ Thou Queen of Beauty ! take th' intitling gold ; 
 The mortal yields, nor cou'd a god withhold ! 
 
 'Twas done. The lovely Viftrefs held the Prize, 
 
 Smird on the boy, then caft her beaming eyes 
 On Juno and Minerva; in whole look 
 The fullen voice of difappointment fpoke ; 
 Vv^hile felf-Iove, prominent on envy's bafe, 
 Condemned the Judge, to palliate the difgrace. 
 
 Thus oft', oh, Rich ! in thy theatric flate, 
 Where refcu'd glory braves the ftroke of fate, 
 Three mimic goddeffes I've known difpute ; 
 A primal benefit the Golden Fiuit: 
 Then when the fure criterion of thy mind 
 To merit has th' indulgent night affign'd, 
 Pride ftill has deem'd the preference its duej 
 Doubting that oracle tliat breathes in You I 
 
 K2 And 
 
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 And now towVd lieav'n th' immortal train arife, 
 And fiift the Vidor-queen afcends the fkies ; 
 Exultant, fhews the radiant fruit above. 
 And fills with genVal joy the court of jovc; 
 While echo through th* expanfive dome replies, 
 '* How juft the verdidl ! and the Judge how wife !'* 
 Then thus, by Jove's command, Truth fpake to earth : 
 ^Till varying feafons ceafe to wake to birth, 
 'Till Sol forget to urge the car of day. 
 And ancient night ufurp eternal fway -, 
 The heav'nly orbs harmonious order fly, 
 Deftrudtion ileze the ball, and nature die ^ 
 'Till then, ye fexes, fhall this law difpenfe : 
 Sense honour Beauty ! Beauty honour Sense! 
 
 ^V^ 
 
 
[69.] 
 
 A N 
 
 ODE, 
 
 PRESENTED 
 
 To his Grace the -DUKE of DEVONSHIRE, 
 When MARQUIS of HARTINGTON 
 
 AND 
 
 Lord Lieutenant o( theKin^dom o( Ireland. 
 In the Year, 1755. 
 
 I. 
 
 ^^^ H, thou ! my foul's fupreme delight. 
 
 From night to morn, from morn to night,, 
 Enchantrefs of the hour : 
 Celeftial mufe ! defcend confefs'd. 
 And (hed, in tliis expanding breafl:, 
 
 The fun-beams of thy powV. 
 
 IL 
 
[70] 
 
 IL 
 
 Thee to no trivial theme I call; 
 *Tis patriotifm, glory all. 
 
 Invokes thy facred fire : 
 High as the fubjeft lift the lay. 
 Through fortune's gloom, ope' fancy's day. 
 
 Support, impel, infpire. 
 
 III. 
 
 'Tis done : the hallov^''d flame I feel. 
 
 Quick beats my heart with ardent zeal. 
 
 My glowing fpirits rife. 
 Thus phoebus chears the pervious earth. 
 Bids genial nature wake to birth, 
 
 And animates the Ikies. 
 
 IV. 
 
[71 1 
 
 IV. 
 
 I 
 
 Hark ! from lerne's iifter fliore, 
 -How rumour wafts contention o'er; 
 
 Still fpnd to fpread as hear ! 
 i Wide o'er the rea'm expands the cloud. 
 And truth compels, with clarion loud. 
 Belief to truft the. ear. 
 
 V. 
 
 I 
 And, lo, Hibernia's felf in tears! 
 
 ' What fury on her right appears, 
 
 With up-lift poinard aim'd ? 
 
 'Tis Difcord, fiend of curfed arts, 
 
 Strife waits her mandate, peace departs. 
 
 And all the land's inflam'd. 
 
 VI 
 
[7^ J 
 
 VL 
 
 Averfive, from her baleful eyes. 
 
 The fun with langour, mounts the fkies. 
 
 And nature droops below ^ 
 Her breath the vital air infedls. 
 Her voice, with ceafelefs din, diredls 
 
 Detraction where to flow. 
 
 Vil. 
 
 Shall one fo hideous, man, controul 
 Thy pride, thy fortitude of foul. 
 
 Inherently infpir'd ? 
 Yes ; jealous of its country's rights, 
 A fpark the loyal n>ind inlights ; 
 
 Allegiance quickly'^ fir'd. 
 
[ 73 ] 
 
 VIII. 
 
 ^' My fons ! " the injur'd goddefs cries, 
 *' Shall fate on filial duty rife ? 
 
 " Why with yourfelves Contend? 
 ^' Can you, who warm with patriot glow, 
 c^ Defend me with difunion ? No : 
 
 " The means pervert the end," 
 
 IX. 
 
 Her voice, with fympathetic ears, 
 The diftant Lord of Nations hears, 
 
 And meditates redrefs : 
 He ! who aflerts heav'n's great defign, 
 Adminifters the will divine. 
 
 And reigns, like Jove, to blefs. 
 
 XJ 
 
[ 74 J 
 
 X. 
 
 *Tis this that gives the Royal fame j 
 Hence reverence waits a Brunfwick^s name. 
 
 Far as the ocean^s known ; 
 To Britain's king all kings fabmit, 
 Oppreffion's proftrate at his feet. 
 
 And mercy fills his throne, 
 
 XI. 
 
 A Vice-roy to appeafe the ftate. 
 He feeks among the truely Great, 
 
 For god-like worth approved 5 
 lerne, then thy genii, near. 
 In memVy*s mirrcur, made appear. 
 
 How Cavendiifh was lov'd. 
 
 XII. 
 
[ 75 ] 
 
 XII. 
 
 In life's calm winter, now refign'd, 
 Like Atdcus, with healthful mind, 
 The patriot wears his day ; 
 Content the race of honour's run ; 
 Happy, to fee a darling fon 
 
 Afcend the glorious way. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 His monarch views with equal eyes, 
 The blooming fenator arife, 
 
 The Briton full exprcft: 
 Him chofen from th' imperial train, 
 Whofe wifdom guards or fpreads domain. 
 
 The royal Sire add reft. 
 
 L 2 XIV. 
 
€C 
 
 [76] 
 
 XIV. 
 
 My Hartington ! for freedom born, 
 ** Whom envy'd titles can't adorn, 
 
 *' Whofe worth no king requite 
 " To me how dear thy loyal line ! 
 *' In thee how bright their virtues fliine, 
 
 *' In glory's faireft light ! 
 
 XV. 
 
 *' Hafte to Ierne*s fhaken land ! 
 
 .*' Seledt thy pow'rs, the mental band, 
 
 " And filence party's roar 5 
 f^ Bid difcord fly, contention ceafe j 
 f* Re-welcome amity and peace, 
 
 y And be Ourfelf in powV, 
 
 XVL 
 
[77] 
 
 XVI. 
 
 " Guide farious zeal in reafon's way ; 
 *« Beam round th' unerring patriot ray, 
 
 " By gods and men belov'd ; 
 " And, warming all with warmth like thine, 
 " While adverfe tenets wond'ring join, 
 
 */ Prove what thy Father prov'd/* 
 
 xvir. 
 
 The fov'reign fpoke, in goodnefs wife 
 
 Thus He who governs earth and llcies. 
 
 When paffions peace controul; 
 Indulgent to the human breaft. 
 Bids foothing reafon reign confefl:. 
 
 The Vice-roy in the foul. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
C 78 ] 
 
 XVIIL 
 Fir*d at the charge, as duty bids. 
 The royal delegate proceeds. 
 
 While Fame leads on before : 
 Her wings his filial hafte beguile. 
 Her trump proclaims around the ifle, 
 
 " A Cavendifh comes o'er*" 
 
 XIX. 
 The name itfelf has magic force ; 
 DilTenfion runs a dubious courfe. 
 
 And difcord*s half withdrawn 
 So fade the horrors of the night. 
 Soon as Aurora's orient light 
 
 Reveals the morning dawn. 
 
 XX. 
 
[79] 
 
 XX. 
 
 And now the confclous waves, that roll 
 From fhorc to ihore, from pole to pole. 
 
 To waft a Brunfwick's powV, 
 Refign their facred charge to land j 
 While expedatlon crouds the ftrand. 
 
 And hails th' aufpicious hour, 
 
 XXI. 
 
 Now emulative los rife j 
 
 Th' exulting cannons tell the fkies. 
 
 That Hartington*s arrived : 
 The trumpet pours its filver found 3 
 The drums deep echoes doubling bound. 
 
 And gen ral joy s reviv'd. 
 
 XXIL 
 
[8o] 
 
 XXII. 
 
 This pageantry, this pomp of ftate, 
 A Vice-roy lefs belov'd wou d wait. 
 
 To patriotifm blind: 
 Is no diftinftion then addreft ? — 
 Yes> other mufic hails the beft, 
 The mufic of the mind. 
 
 XXIII. 
 
 Now 'mid the fenatorian band. 
 Intent to prop their native land. 
 
 As innate warmth ordains, 
 Th' illuftrious gueft aflumes his feat ; 
 George-like, bids evVy bofom beat. 
 
 And all majeflic reigns. 
 
 XXIV. 
 
[81 3 
 
 XXIV. 
 
 The bafe whence Civil variance rofe; 
 Why fathers of the State were foes. 
 
 The fovVeign peer explores; 
 Calls juftice' lovely form to fight, 
 Difpels the clouds o'er patriot light. 
 
 And banifh'd peace reftores : 
 
 XXV. 
 
 He pours the falutary balm, 
 
 Speaks future good in wifdom's calm, 
 
 And points diflenfion's end ; 
 While whifper runs the fenate o'er, 
 " This youthful Neftor we adore : 
 
 ^^ Gods ! we'll no more contend !" 
 
 M XXVI 
 
[ 82 ] 
 
 XXVI. 
 
 Pale Dlfcord^s poinard, rumour's voice,' 
 Contention's fting, or party's noife. 
 
 None now can hear or feel: 
 Who calls it faftion gives difguft; 
 Hibernia s fons are wife and juft : 
 
 'Twas but exceflive zeal. 
 
 XXVII. 
 
 Intemp'rate ardour v^ings its flight. 
 The fldes emit more chearful hght. 
 
 And happinefs returns; 
 The fun of loyalty refln'd. 
 Serenely beams from mind to mind, 
 
 And friendfhips cenfer burns. 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
[83 ] 
 
 XXVIII. 
 
 Thus ere Sol blaz'd in primal day, 
 When matter in confufion lay. 
 
 As order to oppofc, 
 Th' Almighty fpake his great defign. 
 The jarring atoms inftant join. 
 
 And harmony arofe. 
 
 XXIX. 
 
 Oh, Hartington ! tranfcendent friend ! 
 Now the negledled Arts attend. 
 
 And follow conquefl there; 
 Around thy genial influence fhed, 
 'Till Science lift her facred head. 
 
 All amiable and fair. 
 
 Ma XXX 
 
[ 84] 
 
 XXX. 
 
 The god of nature in the mind, 
 Inferts the feeds of arts refin'd. 
 
 With all-paternal hand; 
 But leaves to Hartingtons the powV, 
 To call forth evVy budding flowV, 
 
 And dignify the land. 
 
 xxxr. 
 
 Too long, evn Albion, in thy ifle. 
 Has cuflom clouded merit's fmile, 
 
 And genius funk to earth : 
 Genius, whofe fky-direded flame, 
 Exalts the foul from whence it came, 
 
 And gives to wonder birth! 
 
 XXXIL 
 
C 85 1 
 
 XXXII. 
 
 Shall you, ye Britons! lords of all, 
 Whofe mortal thunders fhake the ball. 
 
 And mighty tyrants awej 
 Shall you demean your genVous hearts. 
 And crown in foes thofe very arts. 
 
 Your own by nature*s law? 
 XXXIII. 
 Soon (hall the happy asra come. 
 When Britain (hall be glory's home. 
 
 And native genius foar ; 
 Behold th* ennobling train * arife! 
 They'll make it fafhion to be wife. 
 
 And worth fliall droop no more. 
 
 XXXIV. 
 
 * Alluding to a Society of noblemen, 8cc. held under the denomination of 
 
 [the Diliitanti , or, Lovers ot Art, wrio have generouily ofFer'd their affiilance 
 
 |g g I'decc 'lumber of'Arcifts, toward eftablilhing a royal Academy, lor the 
 
 mcouragcnient of genius, and fupporting Painting, Sculpture, Architcdiine, 
 
 ' id the Aits in general depending on Dch^n, 
 
[ 86 3 
 
 XXXIV. 
 
 Ye patrons of your country, hail ! 
 Already Science feels the gale. 
 
 And looks with bright ning eye: 
 That fhall immortalize your fame j 
 That fhall with grandeur deck your name. 
 
 When pomp and titles die. 
 
 XXXV. 
 
 Imperial Lord ! let Ireland know. 
 Thou feelft the all-creative glow. 
 
 And like Maecenas fliine ; 
 So fhall the mufes, round thy head. 
 Their wreaths of deathlefs laurel fpread. 
 
 And crown thee all-divine! 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
[87] 
 
 XXXVI. 
 
 To You, and fuch as you, 'tis giv'n, 
 Refponfive to the call of heav*n. 
 
 Its bleffings to difFufe: 
 Th* eternal lord of light and health 
 Entrufted you with powV and wealth, 
 
 Becaufe you know their ufe. 
 
 XXXVIL 
 Come, commerce, now thy pow'rs expand ; 
 Rich induftry, ftretch forth thy hand. 
 
 And plenty, pour thy horn ! 
 Prolific warmth fhall glad your toil. 
 And favour chear lerne's ille, 
 
 Bright as the fummer's morn. 
 
 XXXVIIL 
 
[88] 
 
 xxxvin. 
 
 Ye genii, delegates on high. 
 Extend to her the watchful eye. 
 
 Her future peace infure ; 
 And may no more her fons divide. 
 Nor fiem diflenfion's boiftVous tide, 
 
 To fpread thofe ills they'd cure! 
 
 XXXIX. 
 
 And now, my Lord, permit the mufc 
 A truth to fpeak, fome bards wou*d choofe 
 
 To varnifh, or difown ; 
 She thinks not thus to raife your namC;. 
 But courts the fanftion of your fame. 
 
 As paflport for her own. 
 
 XL; 
 
[89] 
 
 XL. 
 
 As nature footh'd, as fancy'd fir*d, 
 She caught the theme, to fing afpir*d. 
 
 And glory was her aim : 
 If you but fmile, the prize is won — r- 
 All know the fmile of Hartington, 
 
 And glory is the fame, 
 
 
 
 N AN 
 
[ 90 ] 
 
 • A N 
 
 Occafional PROLOGUE 
 
 SPOKEN 
 
 By Mrs. WOFFINGTON, 
 
 At the Theatre Royal in Covent Garden, to the Play 
 of »he Conscious Lovers, acl^eJ Dec. 5, 1755:5 for 
 the Bcncfi of the Middelfex-Hofpital, for i^ick and 
 Lame Patients, and Married Lying-in Women. 
 
 "VjAture's great order rifes on extremes 5 
 Hence in each clime, where phoebus darts his beams. 
 Some rifing impulfe rules the native foul 5 
 -The national criterion of the whole; 
 Works as it reigns, impells hfe's varying fcenes, 
 Refines in virtue, or in vice demeans ; 
 This ftrong incentive lays th' unerring plan, 
 \Vhence nations judge of nations, man of man ^ 
 
 This 
 
 
[ 9^ 1 
 
 This gen'ral motive gen'ral fame infures, 
 And, Britons, gcd-llke charity in yours! 
 Bleft with the ibul where pity's dew-diops lie. 
 That feels the foft petition of tie eye, 
 'Tis yours to filcriwe mii'ry's plain ive moan, 
 And make the gilef of others all your own ! 
 Nor is it ftrange Compaffion ftretch her hand. 
 
 Where beauty charm^s, and freedom glads the land. 
 
 ' ■ .'■"I : ?/:■ !.' 
 
 Sacred to Charity the pile to raife. 
 To trace afflidion through its various maze; 
 Give balm to natui-e's accidental woes, 
 And footh th' impoveriih'd matron's pregnant throes ; 
 This night, to execute thefe good defigns, 
 We crav'd your favour ! — Lo, your bounty fhines! 
 Bounty, ordain'd witli genial warmth to glow, 
 And, like the fun, enliven all below. 
 iL N 2 Wealth , 
 
[92 ] 
 
 Wealth, grandeur, powV, with all that crowns the Great, 
 The fmiles of monarchs, and the pomp of ftatc, 
 Heav'n lends to dignify the virtuous breaft^ 
 To bid the fount of goodnefs flow confeft ; 
 Shew tranflent adtions in a light refin'd. 
 And prompt Ncrthamberlands to blefs mankind. 
 
 When all our earthly pomp fhall fade away, 
 This globe diflolve, and nature's felf decay; 
 While guilt fliall at impending judgment ftart^ 
 And keeneft anguifh fieze the Hard-of-heart ; 
 Then white- rob'd Charity her friends fliall chear, 
 And pay with int'refl: all they lent her here. 
 Kappy, whofe name by virtuous deeds was raised. 
 Whom little foundlings lifp'd, or cripple praised ! 
 Such goodnefs firft fhall meet diftind: regard. 
 And whom this earth ador'd, yon fkies reward. 
 
 Written 
 
[ 93 ] 
 Written in VAUX-HALL GARDENS. 
 
 I. 
 
 /^ HASTE queen of night ! whofe glift'rlng ray 
 
 Now lilve s o*er the fcene ; 
 \ Whofe prefence bids the fairies play. 
 And trip the dappled green ; 
 Here in thefe fhades, to joy confign'd. 
 Where pleafure opens all ihe mind, 
 I While through the fprays thy glimmVing glances dart. 
 Here will I meditate, and give the mufe my heart. 
 
 II. 
 
 How pleased the fight the view to trace! 
 
 The fmiles of Nature rife. 
 Sweet as the cradled infant's face, 
 
 When fieep has clos'd its eyes : 
 How mild her beauties are difplay'd ! 
 With here the light, and there the (hade 5 
 While ev'ry look around, and look above, 
 Awakes th 'expanding foul to gratitude and love. 
 
 III. 
 
[ 94 ] 
 
 III. 
 
 The air what fragrant odours fill. 
 
 By zephyrs breath'd along ! 
 While nightingales with gurgling trill. 
 Invite each other^s fong ; 
 And can I fee, and feel, and hear. 
 
 And not th' aU-forming pow'r revere ? 
 
 Ah, foft pale confciencc! pure approach the Ihrine! — 
 Oh, youth and folly, why muft ye fo conftant join ? 
 
 IV. 
 
 And now the fprlghtly violin. 
 
 Each gl( omy thought refines; 
 The organ peals, the flutes begin. 
 
 And fhriller hautboy joins : 
 My paffions vary with the ftrain, 
 I melt, and glow, and melt again ; 
 And now the drum and trump my calm controul. 
 And all the native Briton blazes in my foul. 
 
 V. 
 
[ 95 ] 
 
 V. 
 
 But hark ! what warblings flrike my ear ! 
 
 Where fwells that tuneful throat? 
 Tis Vincent ! 'tis her voice I hear. 
 
 More fweet than wood-lark's note : 
 And hark ! poor Philomel, beguil'd. 
 Returns the mufic fweetly wild. 
 And gladly wou'd by emulation ftrive. 
 To keep the foul-enchanting harmony alive. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Now Stevenfon effays her fkill, 
 
 Soft melody to raife ; 
 Sweet as the pipe, that on the hill. 
 
 The artlefs fliepherd plays : 
 And now the notes mellifluous flow, 
 
 Breath'd by the full-ton'd voice of Lowe ; 
 Tho' clear, fonorous ; tho' harmonious, ftrong ; 
 The 'raptur'd bofom owns the magic of his fong, 
 
 VIL 
 
[ 96 J 
 
 VIL 
 
 Secluded^ from the croud apart, 
 
 While ftudious here I ftray, 
 Contentment hovers o'er my heart. 
 And flutters care away : 
 Beneath her life-infufing wing. 
 The tranquil warm ideas fpring ; 
 While nature and the mufe my fenfe elate. 
 And lift me far above this fublunary ftate. 
 
 VIII. 
 But contemplation now mufk ceafe -, 
 
 Time calls to quit the fcene^' 
 Adieu ye fhades of joy and peace ! 
 
 Adieu night's lilver queen ! 
 Now in the world again I range. 
 And thought's imposed a poor exchange } 
 While but this fage reflexion's left behind : [mind. 
 
 That heav'n forms nought with powVs precarious as the 
 
 A 
 
[9- ] 
 
 FORTUNE and the LOVER^ 
 A C .1 N T A T A. 
 
 RECITATIVE. 
 
 "L. - JNG fcornful Daphne Damon lov'd with truth; 
 S^].. bright in charms, and he a comely youth ; 
 
 Ah, cruel nymph ! no foft concefilon ? no ! 
 
 'Tis mighty ftrange ! but women will do fo. 
 Dame Fortune, pitying, led the love-fick fwain. 
 In penfive mood, along the flow'ry. plain ; 
 Then whifper^d, Caft thine eyes to yonder fliade. — 
 He did 3 and faw reciiii'd the blooming maid s 
 ; Urg'd by the goddefs, boldly he advanc'd, 
 ; M'hile in his breafi: his heart with rapture danc'd ; 
 Smird on the fair, fat down, and fnatch'da kifs,* 
 hen fuDg, in prelude to expected biiis. 
 
 O A I R 
 
[98] 
 
 A I R. 
 
 Too long has Daphne fcorn*d a youth, 
 Whofe gentle flame, and fpotlefs truth, 
 
 Her bofom ihou'd approve ; 
 But now her eyes, that chear the day, 
 In beam? o^ 'oft compliance play. 
 And l^ve flial! meet with love. 
 RECITATIVE. 
 Perhaps, the fair diffembler made reply. 
 Perhaps my fcorn was Damon's heart to try; 
 But, (hou'd our joys yon prying (hepherds fee, 
 How wou'd they talk of you, and laugh at me ! 
 For one day more fufpend your ardent love ; 
 At twelve to morrow, in ihe myrtle grove 
 
 Attend 5 be patient, fecret, andbeblcftj 
 
 Remember twelve 5 let fancy paint the reft. 
 
 Bribed 
 
[99] 
 
 Brib'J by her words, on honour's ftridt parole. 
 
 The fwain difmifb'd the partner of his foul. 
 
 All tedious pafs'd the live-long night away ; 
 
 At length the lark proclaim'd the new born day, 
 When Damon 'rofe ; and fought th* appointed bowV, 
 Invoking Sol to hafte the noon- tide hour : 
 It came. — The clock ftruck one, two, three, four, five. 
 No Daphne came ; — yet Daphne was alive : 
 Defpair and rage the fliepherd's mind divide 3 
 Oh, cruel Fortune ! cheating nymph ! he cry'd, 
 Juft had he fpoke, when near, though unconfefs'd, 
 The injur'd goddefs thus the fool addrefs'd : 
 
 A I R. 
 
 Fortune thou no more (haU fee, 
 
 Hid in clouds, flie T eaks to thee ! 
 
 Idle loit'rer ! filly fwain ! 
 
 Why of me doft thou complain ? 
 
 O 2 Late 
 
[ lOO ] 
 
 Late I led thee where thy art 
 Might have won the fair-one's heart ; 
 Cold, or kind, thou didft not win it j 
 Fool, to mifs the lucky minute. 
 
 II. 
 Didft thou credulous believe, 
 Daphne meant not to deceive ? 
 Did thy heart not pant for blifs. 
 Animated by a kifs ? 
 Vain thy future fuit fhall prove ^ 
 Woman fhould be prefs'd to love ; 
 
 And fhe thinks the duce is in it, 
 
 If you mifs the lucky minute. 
 
 
 On 
 
[ loi 3 
 
 On attending the Lectures of 
 Mr. HENRY WAT SON, Surgeon,' 
 
 /^ O M E i Refledion, Llemn powV, 
 
 From the grot, and from the bowV^ 
 
 From the philofophic cell. 
 
 Where devo. ion's wont to dwell, 
 
 And the pure up-lifted eye 
 
 Meditates its parent fky^ 
 
 Here, where Science courts its ray, 
 
 From inanimated Clay, 
 
 O'er my foul thy influence (hed; 
 
 Wake the Living, by the Dead. 
 
 What a fcope for thought is here! 
 This is contemplations ipherel 
 
[ I02 ] 
 
 Lo, the Subjed, pale and cold ! 
 Nature fickens to behold : 
 There her workings all are o'er ; 
 There the lamp of life's no more. 
 
 Life, what art thou ? fickle breath 
 
 Is there nothing certain ? death. 
 
 Tho' with pride the bofom glow 5 
 Tho' it melt at other's woe -, 
 Tho' the paffions all rebel ; 
 Tho' in virtue they excel; 
 Tho' by learning's lore refin'd ^ 
 Tho' in ignorance the mind; 
 Tho' it pant for worldly toys; 
 Tho' it hope fublimer joys ; 
 Still precarious is our ftate, 
 Open to impending fate; 
 
 Nought 
 
[ I03 ] 
 
 Nought can tyrant death affwage; 
 Youth muft fall as well as age. 
 Why, aias, then, all our cares. 
 All our wiflies, all cur fears. 
 When 'tis out of mortal pow r 
 To infure the prefent hour ? 
 Hufh, oh, mufe, fufpend the ftrain! 
 All is juft the fkies ordain : 
 Sinks my heart at what I fee? 
 'Tis but what myfelf muft be ! 
 Rife, ye thoughts, to nobler ends! 
 Melancholy, heav'n offends. 
 
 Waken* d now by Watfon*s voice, 
 Senfe adopts a happier choice : 
 
 i 
 
 Tracing 
 
[ 104 ] 
 
 Tracing o'er the wondVous plan ; 
 All the great machine of Man. 
 Now I learn how parts combine ; 
 How unnumber'd fibres join ^ 
 How diftindt th* internal maze; 
 How the mechanifin plays ; 
 How the limbs their force improve ; 
 How we fee, and hear, and move; 
 How the powVs affiftance call. 
 Each from each, and all from all : 
 How difeafe can health controul ; 
 How the body waits the foul. 
 Oh eternal ! all divine ! 
 God ! this glorious work is thine ! 
 Atheift, if their live the name. 
 Rife, infpedt the human frame! 
 
 Here 
 
C '05 J 
 
 Here thou'lt own th' Almighty's powV;, 
 Wonder firft, and then adore. 
 
 Watfon, oh, that thou had'ft fkil| 
 
 To extirpate Mental ill! 
 
 « 
 To difled: the living breaft. 
 
 And the foul's difeafe arreft; 
 
 Amputate the fraudful part. 
 
 And to virtue cleanfe the heart; 
 
 Then indeed the world might know 
 
 Truth from cunning, friend from foe: 
 
 But, tho' genius in thee lives. 
 
 Bright with all that ftudy gives -, 
 
 Tho' thy fame expand abroad, 
 
 'Till the genVal voice applaud. 
 
 Yet thy art muft be confined ; 
 
 Thine's the body ; heav n's the mind. 
 
 P 
 
[ io6 3 
 
 S O N G 
 
 I. 
 
 "XT O U N G Daphne was the prettieft maid 
 
 The eyes of love could fee; 
 And but one fault the charmer had; 
 
 'Twas cruelty to me. 
 No fwain that e'er the nymph ador*d, 
 
 Was fonder, or was younger ; 
 Yet when her pity I implore, 
 
 Twas " Stay a little longer." 
 
 II. 
 
 It chanc'd I met the blooming fair, - 
 
 One may-morn in the grove ; 
 When Cupid whifper'd in my ear, 
 
 i^ Now, novv's the time for love." 
 
 I clafp'd 
 
[ I07 3 
 
 I clafp'd the maid, it wak'd her pride, 
 
 «< What, did I mean to wrong her ? *\ 
 
 Not fo, my gentle dear ! I cry*d, 
 
 But love will flay no longer. 
 
 III. 
 
 Then, kneeling at her feet I fwore, 
 
 How much I lov'd, how well ; 
 And that my heart, which beat for her, 
 
 With her ihould ever dwell. 
 Confent flood fpeaking in the eye, 
 
 Of all my care's prolonger j 
 Yet foft flie utter'd, with a figh, 
 
 Oh, flay a little longer. 
 
 P 2 IV. 
 
C ^08 ] 
 
 IV. 
 
 The conflid: in her foul I faw, 
 
 'Twixt virtue and defire; 
 Oh, come, I cry'd, let Hymen's law 
 
 Give fanftion to love's fire. 
 Ye lovers, guefs how great my joys j 
 
 Could rapture well prove ftronger t 
 When virtue fpoke, in Daphne's voice. 
 You now fhall flay no longer* 
 
 
 Addrefs'd 
 
[ 109 ] 
 
 Addrefs'd to the laudable Affociation of 
 
 ANTI-GALL I CANS, 
 
 At the Lebeck's Head in the Strand. 
 
 TJ Y pride impulsed, with wild ambition fraught. 
 Kingdoms in View, and triumph in her thought. 
 Behold how Gallia lifts her tow'ring creft ! 
 Leads on to war, and bids the world atteft : 
 While Britons, by negled:, her arms infure j 
 Too bold to dread ^ too brave to be fecure : 
 Inadlive wonder fees th' expeded blow, 
 : And glory's wreath prefented to the foe* 
 
 Ye patriot fpirits, now in realms of light! 
 Whom ea th ador'd, once nat'onally bright. 
 Your backward fons with fcnfc of wrongs inflame. 
 And while they blufh^ impel them to reclaim ! 
 
 Let 
 
[ no ] 
 
 Let honour's glow weak indolence controul, i 
 
 LnpowV the arm, and animate the foul. 
 
 And You, in whom the mighty truth's confeft. 
 
 That Roman tenets warm the Britifh breaft j 
 
 Who dare affert your Anti* Gallic fire, 
 
 Join each with each, and burn with one defire ; 
 
 Oh, fpread your pow'r, your attributes expand. 
 
 And rife the founders of a patriot land ! 
 
 Methinks ev n now I fee the wifh'd advance ; 
 
 Lo, others * call to tame imperious France ! 
 
 You, you were born to roufe the gen'ral flame [ 
 
 Thus heav'n faid, Be there Light ! and forth it came. ' 
 
 How great, to wake fuch principles abroad, 
 
 As Gods can fmile on, and your king applaud ! 
 
 * Alluding to the various Ad vertifements for fitting out cruizers againll 
 
 our Enemies. 
 
 Go, 
 
[ "I ] 
 
 Go, Fofter! -f go, ev'n on the faithlefs fhorc. 
 Our glorious motto let thy thunders roar 5 
 Think on thy vow, aflert thy country's claim. 
 And home return, with honour, wealth, and fame : 
 If fkies befriend, who doubts the happy day ? — • 
 Succefs is fure -, for Juftice § led the way. 
 
 t Captain of the Anti-Galllcan private fhip of war. 
 
 ^ The Prefident of the Airoclation held at the Lebeck's Head, was the 
 firft Propofer cf, and principal Contibutor toward fitting out the above- 
 mention'd privateer. 
 
 yc 'sp: ^ 
 -TV 
 
 On 
 
r 112 3 
 
 On viewing tlie Curiosities, in the Pepoiitory 
 of the late Dr. M E A D, 
 
 I. 
 
 \ fokmn awe fteals o*er my foul, 
 A thoufand thoughts my breaft controul. 
 
 And wonder opens on mine eyes j 
 I feem to traverfe diflant climes; 
 Review the face of ancient times, 
 
 And fee their fleeping Genius rife. 
 
 IT. 
 
 Here, fnatch'd frcm old oblivion's hands. 
 From ruins, caverns, and from lands 
 
 Moulder'd by w^ar*s relentlefs rage. 
 The medaFd fad, the fculptur'd tale, 
 Oji the refleding mind prevail. 
 
 And refcue each preceding age* 
 
 IIL 
 
[ ^^3 ] 
 
 III. 
 Hail rev'rend tomes! imperial ftore 
 Of Grecian, and of Roman lore. 
 
 Where genius flourifh'd, merit flione^ 
 Had fate with-held her envious cloud. 
 Hence had this mufe, of Science proud, 
 
 Proclaimed a borrowed ray her own. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Here Art reftores the glorious line, 
 And Poets, heroes, patriots fhine. 
 
 In death deplored, in life admir'dj 
 The glowing canvas breathing buft. 
 Record the ever-facred duft. 
 
 And fan that fame their actions fir'd. 
 
[ ^14 1 
 
 V. 
 Here bright the foul of Painting fmiles. 
 Deceived, I view the hallow'd ifles, 
 
 The incenfc flame, the pillars rife. 
 Sq ftrong creation's powV is (hewn. 
 Judgment is almoft lur*d to own. 
 
 That art in charms with nature vies. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Patron of worth ! through years renown'd, 
 With virtue, wifdom, learning crowad. 
 
 Born to keep Albion's fame alive ; 
 Happy ! wou'd all the great commence. 
 To catch thy fpirlt, tafte, and fenfe ! 
 
 Then (hou'd our fading laurels thrive. 
 
 VIL 
 
[ "5 ] 
 
 VII. 
 
 The fporting Turf, the barbVous Main ; 
 Thefe, thefe enchant the noble train ! 
 
 Science alas, but few protedt ! 
 Like infers, in a fummer's day, 
 They flutter life, with wealth away, 
 
 While title only claims refped:. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 To cherifh ev'ry blooming Art, 
 By genVous deeds, to blefs defert. 
 
 And give true genius force to fhine : 
 This fhou d make BritiQi greatnefs known, 
 This is ambition nobly fhewn, 
 
 And this, immortal Mead ! is thine. 
 
 CL? The 
 
[ ii6 J 
 The PHYSICIANS, 
 
 A FABLE. 
 
 To the Reverend Mr. Brereton. 
 
 T> RERETON ! whofe fricndfliip is my pride, 
 
 WliOQi virtue's facred didates guide, 
 
 Born to improve the glorious plan ; 
 
 And preach the truths of God to Man, 
 
 Oh, lend my mufe your fecial ear. 
 
 The Science you profefs to hear ! 
 
 Wnich ev'rv mortal thinks he knows. 
 
 As far as felf-love can impofe ; 
 
 And yet the wifeft w^on't defert 
 
 The tranfient for th' eternal part. 
 
 Morality is now the theme. 
 
 Hut kft to fome too grave flie feem, 
 
 Permit, 
 
C "7 ] 
 
 Permit, as fuits the poet beft, 
 The Pow'r to fmile in Fable dreft, 
 
 Jove's great decree to banifhment, 
 Apollo and Minerva fent ; 
 Th' exciting reafon's not conveyed ; 
 His w^ill was fuch, and 'twas obey'd : • ^ 
 
 Wean'd from the palace of the Iky, 
 From pleafures erft enjoy'd on high ! 
 From all that chears th* imperial foul, 
 Ambrofia, and the nedlar'd bowl ; 
 Their joint concern was how to know. 
 To live like mortal folks below : 
 I, fays the God, an Art profefs. 
 Which fure on earth muft gain fuccefs ; 
 
 And 
 
[ii8] 
 
 And I have mine, the Goddefs cry'd 5 
 Agreed, they inftantly divide 5 
 And fix*d, full fraught v^^ith expeftatlons. 
 In Greece their diifVent lituations, 
 
 A Doftor now, profound and w^ife. 
 Behold the great Apollo rife ! 
 Endov^*d with more than college fkill. 
 To banifh evVy human ill ; 
 Young fmlles fhou'd deck, the withered face. 
 The languid nerves new vigour brace ; 
 He*d bid difeafe at once retreat. 
 The lungs to breathe, the heart to beat ; 
 In fhort his noftrums wou'd enfure. 
 Whatever the caufe, the bodv's cure. 
 
 Minerva 
 
C "9 ] 
 
 Minerva nobler talents try'd, 
 And to the Soul her fkill apply*dj 
 The maladies of that to eafe. 
 And pour the balm of health and peace 
 The world by wheedling arts are caught; 
 On this the prudent Goddefs thought j 
 ExtolFd her powVs, proclaimed her beft; 
 And like a mountebank addrefs'd : 
 Her bills, in charadters of gold. 
 The wonders fhe effeded told -, 
 And that fo fovVeign was her fway, 
 She cur'd wheree'er fhe made effay: 
 Bring me the heir, his parent's curfe ; 
 A profligate -, a devil ; worfe ; 
 Of this elixir, eYe he go, 
 One draught fhall make him white as fnow ! 
 
 The 
 
[ I20 ] 
 
 The virtues fhdil his ftens attt-^d, 
 
 And, let him choofe them, they'll defend, 
 
 Difcerning faculties fhali fhine 
 
 In thofe vvhoVe of an idiot line; 
 
 I bid the heart debauch'ry fly. 
 
 And wild ambition's fever die : 
 
 The brain, w^hofe frantic fits encreafe. 
 
 Bold lying, flander, avarice. 
 
 And all the vices e'er endur*d. 
 
 An hundred times my fkill has cur'd 1 
 
 Think not that Fd impof e : — Fm juft : 
 
 Myfelf w^ill thefe fpecifics truft ; 
 
 And not the leaft reward expeft, 
 
 Unlefs the medicines work efFeft. 
 
 More 
 
[ '2' ] 
 
 Apollo afted wifer j — — fure. 
 To claim the fee before the cure; 
 And tho' for hope he made them pay. 
 His patients crowded all the day: 
 Now praftice riling rais'd his price ; 
 Still greater numbers crav'd advice j 
 They'd pledge their all, ere they'd decline; 
 His remedies were fo divine: 
 By fees grown rich, in ftate he fhone. 
 But poor Minerva took not one ; 
 Compeird to own, with pitying figh. 
 That tho' mankind are born to die j 
 And tho' it have no future claim, 
 This lump that boafts the body's name. 
 Yet this is of our care the whole ; 
 Thoughtlefs of frailties in the Soul. 
 
 R SONG. 
 
[ 122 ] 
 
 O N G. 
 
 rip HE wicked wits, as fancy hits. 
 
 All fatyrife the Fair ; 
 In profe and rhime, and ftrains fublimc, 
 
 Their fpibles they declare j 
 The kind are bold ; the chafte are cold; 
 
 Thefe prudiih j thofe too free ; 
 Ye curious men, come tell us then. 
 
 What (hou d a woman be ! 
 
 11. 
 
 But hard's the talk, and vain to aik. 
 Where optics are untrue ; 
 
 The mufe (hall here th' indidted clear. 
 And prove the crimes on you : 
 
 The 
 
[ '23 ] 
 
 The rake is cloy'd, when (he's enjoy'd. 
 On whom his wifli was plac'dj 
 
 The fooi deny'd, afFefts the pride, 
 And rails to be in tafte. 
 
 III. 
 
 But not like thefe, the men of blifs. 
 
 Their fure criterion fixj 
 No ', wifdom cries, my fons arife. 
 
 And vindicate the fcx! 
 'Tis theirs to prove thofe fweets of love, 
 
 Which others never {hare; 
 And evidence, that none have fenfe^ 
 
 But who adore the fair. 
 
 R 2 Yc 
 
[ 124 ] 
 
 IV. 
 
 Ye blooming race, with evVy grace, 
 
 Celeftially impreft! 
 'Tis yours to quell the cares that dwell 
 
 Within the human breaft ; 
 At beauty's voice, our fouls rejoice. 
 
 And rapture wakes to birth ; 
 And Jove defign'd th' enchanting kind. 
 
 To form a heav'n on earth, 
 
 V. 
 
 Oh, ev'ry art to win the heart, 
 
 Ye dear Infpirers try ; 
 Each native charm, with faihion- arm. 
 
 And let love's light*nings fly ; 
 And hence, ye grave, your counfei fave, 
 
 Which youth but fets at nought j 
 For woman flill will have her will ^ 
 
 And fo I think fhe ought. 
 
 On 
 
[ 125 ] 
 
 On the intended Academy for the Encourage- 
 ment of G E N I U 3, and the Eltabliiliment 
 cf Painting, Sculpture, Architecture, &^c. 
 with the Arts depending, 
 
 TTXOubtful too long, or fway'd by revVend zeal, 
 Wli:!e the lur'd eye has hufli'd the heart's appeal, 
 Have Britons, for inherent merit known, 
 Encourag'd alien worth, and damn'd their own. 
 In vain defert glows bright within its fphere j 
 The ray of fair indulgence fliines not here 5 
 
 A foreign tafte degrades the Britlfli-born 
 
 Oh, fhame! — to honour realms whofe faith ye fcorn ! 
 
 Shall this negle£l, this dearth of Arts at home, 
 
 Shall incenfc rife to fcience but at Rome, 
 
 Shall genius peri(h in its infant ftate. 
 
 Shall this continue ? anfwer me, ye Great ! 
 
 Spread 
 
[ 126] 
 
 Spread by th' Induftrious hind, the gen'rous grain, 
 Warm'd by the fun, and fofter'd by the rain. 
 Expands, with plenteous afpedt, o*er the land, 
 And tenfold increafe fwells the peafant's hand. 
 Thus nature fows within the human heart. 
 The feeds of Genius, and the love of Art ; 
 But vain ! unlefs the fun of greatnefs fhine ; 
 Then, like herfelf, th* effed: refults divine. 
 
 Ye foul-bright few ! ye heav'niy-favour'd wife ! 
 Ye Chefterfields ! ye Lytteltons, arife ! 
 The sera's come when your approving voice. 
 Will make the fons of liberty rejoice 5 
 Eternal wreaths {hall grace your deathlefs name. 
 And unborn ages thus tranfmit your fame : 
 
 '' Thefe 
 
[ 127 ] 
 
 " Thefe were the Great who lov*d their native iflc, 
 *^ Eneourag'd Genius, and made Science fmile !" 
 
 Oh, fan in other minds your patriot zeal ! 
 Infpirit fenates with the warmth you feel ! 
 Then fhall the beams of that celeftial flame, 
 Which brighten others in the rolls of fame, 
 Full on the fight, admit impartial day, 
 tTo chace the mifts of prejudice away -, 
 And glory foon, with emulation fir'd. 
 Shall dignify th' admirers to th' admir'd ; 
 Britain fhall fliine in more refulgent charms. 
 And reign vidorioufly in Arts, as Arms. 
 
 '^^^ 
 
 To 
 
[ 128 3 
 
 To the Memory of 
 
 Mr. WILLIAM BAKER. 
 
 I. 
 
 /^ H, ccafe, my beating heart, to mourn ! 
 
 Ohj flop mine eye, thy tear ! 
 The grave admits of no return, 
 And grief is fruidefs here ! 
 
 11. 
 
 Thus fpeaks the philofophic mind; 
 
 Thus nature^s felf repels ; 
 But mine expands for human-kind, 
 
 And what it feels it tells. 
 
 III. 
 
 l.amented fhade ! dear friend adieu ! 
 
 Yet take this artlefs verfe ; 
 The mufe you lov'd, that lov'd you too, 
 
 Thus forrows o'er your herfe. 
 
 IV 
 
[ ^29 ] 
 IV. 
 
 No more, in focial converfe join'd, 
 Thou'lt opt' thy heart to me 5 
 
 Nu more iliJ' . . in^ n^iiid. 
 
 By catching fenfe from thee. 
 
 V. 
 
 Truth ftampt its image on thy heart. 
 Which merit might infure; 
 
 Thy tender foul ftill felt the fmart 
 Thy ikill eflay'd to cure. 
 
 VI. 
 
 So fympathetic was thy breaft. 
 
 To ev'ry fad appeal. 
 Thy voice alone was almoft blefl 
 
 To mitigate and heal. 
 
 V^II. 
 
C 130 ] 
 
 VII. V 
 
 Vain to thyfelf thy povv'r has prov'd ; 
 
 Nor cou*d with fate conteridj 
 The world has loft the man it lov'd. 
 
 And I, alas, my friend ! 
 
 VIII. 
 
 The poor^ the maim'd, their lofs bemoan j * 
 
 Protradted woe they fee : 
 Misery forgets the pain its own. 
 By feeling more for thee* 
 
 IX. 
 
 Oft' we behold the fource of light 
 
 Radiant the morn difplay; 
 Yet, when he gains meridian height. 
 Black tempefts cloud the day. 
 
 * Alluding to his humane treatment of the patients in the Weftminfter 
 Infirmary, 
 
C ^3x ] 
 X. 
 
 Thus, Baker, thus, thy life's fair fun, 
 Juft reached its deftin'd noon ; 
 
 Fate gave the word, its race was run; 
 Was run, alas, fo foon ! 
 
 XL 
 
 Thy foul's m regions bright and fair. 
 Where virtue's fure to go ; 
 
 That worth now makes it honoured there, 
 That made it lov'd below. 
 
 
 S 2 The 
 
The SH|:PHERD's Evening. 
 
 "XJOW, to pant on Thetis' breaft, 
 Phoebus bliifhes down the weft ; 
 And. m laughter feems to fay, 
 IVIortals, end like me the day ! 
 Join ye merry rural throng, 
 Miith, and mufic, dance and fong. 
 
 Nature's free-born fubjeft train. 
 Blooming tenants of the plain, 
 *Tis for us the goddefs fpreads 
 Verdant m.eads, and flowVy beds: 
 While the varying feafons flow, 
 Beauty bids our bofoms glow 5 
 
[ 133 B 
 
 Ev'ry nymphj^and evVy YOuth, 
 Meft with fon'Snefs warm wltfii truth; 
 Sunny vale, and fhady grove, 
 Echo to the voice of love -, 
 And the changeful year fupplies 
 Pleafure to the heart and eyes. 
 
 Far from noife, from pomp and ftate, 
 Joys and troubles of the great. 
 Sheltered by contentment's wings. 
 Here the bird of rapture lings j ] 
 While the god of foft delight ; 
 
 Glads the noon, and chears the night : 
 Ever happy, ever gay. 
 Life is here one holiday. 
 
 To 
 
To Mr. LAMBERT, 
 
 I. 
 
 T AMBERT! to thee my mufe fhall fing; 
 
 The verfe demands thy Ear, 
 That ready ftarts from nature's fpring, 
 
 Unvenalj and fincere. 
 
 11. 
 
 Tho* faint the glow that prompts my thought. 
 
 It brightens at thy fire; 
 And while thy works mine eyes have caught, 
 I warm as I admire. 
 
 III. 
 
 What wond'rous powr, what magic fkill, 
 
 Compleats thy fancy's birth ! 
 
 How juft thy pencil calls, at will. 
 
 The face of nature forth ! 
 
 IV. 
 
[ ^35 ] 
 IV. 
 
 Yon hills in fweet afTembli'.^e rife; 
 
 Thefe flow'ry vales defcend; 
 Far, farther ftill, the circling fkies. 
 
 And varied lawns extend I 
 
 V. 
 
 Behold the nymph, at early day. 
 
 Attend th' expedling cow I 
 
 Thofe lambkins more than feem to playj 
 I hear that heifer low I 
 
 VI. 
 
 Raptured my eyes the cott command, 
 O er yon enameFd ground -, 
 
 There health foft prefTes beauty's hand. 
 And plenty fmiles around. 
 
 vn. 
 
r 136 J 
 
 VII. 
 
 Befide yon wood, where fculk the deer. 
 Rocks feem o'er rocks to grow 
 
 The rills, in fancy, charm mine ear^ 
 The riv'lcts dimpling flow : 
 
 VIIL 
 
 And there the groves their Ihades unite. 
 The panting flocks to fcreen -, 
 
 And here the full meridian light 
 Diverfifies the fcene. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Each landfkip foftens envy's frown. 
 
 And gives to time thy fame; 
 
 While public praife fliall merit crown, 
 Will live thy honoured name. 
 
 X. 
 
[ ^37 ] 
 X. 
 
 Ye artifts, hail ! rever'd of old ! 
 
 Hail to the palms yeVe won ! 
 Britain, with confcious pride, fhall hold 
 
 Her Lambert to the fun. 
 
 EPIGRAM. 
 
 /^ UOTH Guztohisfpoufe, with hislkiri full of beer, 
 1 fell, and have hurt my face fadly, my dear; 
 Hurt your face? cry'd his wife, ugly rogue, I think not. 
 The leaft alteration, muft Mend it, you fot! 
 
 Written 
 
[ 138 ] 
 
 Written Extempore 
 
 On a young Lady in Mourning, 
 
 T N fable can your charms, fweet fair, 
 
 With wonted luftre fhine ? 
 Yes ;' angel like, whatever you wear, 
 
 You ftill appear divine : 
 Thus vapours round the fun unite. 
 
 And clouds in black array 5 
 But through he darts o'erpow'ring light. 
 
 And gives unrival'd day. 
 
 
 An 
 
[ '39 j 
 
 A N 
 
 EPILOGUE, 
 
 SP.. KEN BY 
 
 Mrs. GREEKS ^^ ' ^ "V--^^ Night, at the 
 Thf^ti m BatH; ^755» 
 
 (Enter as met^dng with obftrudlion) 
 T)SH A vV, \ -t me go, — a^t fpeak on this occafion ! 
 How dare yc-u curb a womari''s inclination ? 
 The men con.roul, muft we be mute and ftill ? 
 No. — Talk we can, — and while we can we will : 
 Thefe prudent folks wou'd flop my Epilogue, 
 For ferious vtrfe (they tell me's) not in vogue : 
 Cuftom, 'tis true, decrees thefe after rhimes 
 To pleafe the gallants of thefe wicked times i 
 
 T 2 But 
 
[ 14° ] 
 
 But muft we footh the rovers in their way ? 
 
 Good lack ! we know what's what as well as they. 
 
 Wit, like true fatire's, always beft beftow'd, 
 Where naughty folks make naughty things the mode"; 
 Where my Lord proves the nuptial tie a bubble. 
 
 And Miftrefs Betty faves my Lady trouble ; 
 
 Where married men continue rakifh lives, 
 
 And love to kifs all women, but their wives : 
 
 Ob, -Tionftrous renegades ! *tis cruel faith ! 
 
 Thaijk iaeav'nj fuch things are never done at Bath ! 
 
 Then b«-re let mirth to milder fenfe fubmit. 
 And gratitude fupply the place of wit ; 
 T laaks i- each gen'rous friend, whofe prefence here, 
 BitiS merit rife ^nd genius perfeverc ^ 
 
 Thanks 
 
 I 
 
[ ^41 ] 
 
 Thanks to the fair, in matchlefs beauty bright. 
 Who deign'd to grace our cornic fcenes to night j 
 Your genVal kindnefs bids this heart rejoice. 
 And crowns my daily care, and nightly choice : 
 The genVous bofom gives defer t it due ; 
 And only that can hope reward from You. 
 
 
 
[ ^42 I 
 
 A CANTATA 
 
 RECITATIVE. 
 
 y^T OUN G Damon left his gentle Chloe's fide. 
 Nay worfe, had made another nymph his bride : 
 Poor Chloe, now cou'd tafte no joy in life : 
 What eighteen years of age, and not a wife ! 
 She fought the brook, fo deep, within the bowV, 
 Refolv'd to die, aye, die that very hour : 
 What mighty ills are caus'd by wicked man ! — - 
 Yet ere fhe met the wave, fhe thus began : 
 
 A I R. 
 
 Why did'ft thou vow eternal truth. 
 
 Yet bear fo falfe a mind ? 
 How cou'dft thou flight, ungrateful youth ! 
 
 A fhepherdefs fo kind ? 
 
 My 
 
[ ^43 ] 
 
 My fhade thy haunted thoughts fhall fee 
 By day, by night thy dream ; 
 
 For, Damon, now I die by thee, 
 I plunge into the ftrcam. 
 
 RECITATIVE. 
 
 But think not Chloe did fo ; — defp'rate lafs ! 
 She often faid what never came to pafs : 
 It chanc'd a youth, as flighted by his fair 
 As Chioe by her fwain, had wander'd there ; 
 The fame fad purpofe urg'd his footfteps too; 
 \las, what cruel things the women do ! 
 
 A I R. 
 
 I. 
 
 Unfeen he heard the turtle moan. 
 Soft pity made his heart her own ; 
 To fnatch the nymph-from fate he ran ; 
 'Twas wond'rous, in a dying man. 
 
 IL 
 
[ H4 ] 
 II. 
 
 His own fad tale, to footh her mind, 
 He told, and rail'd at woman kind j 
 She raird at man, who broke his vow ; 
 Oh, Cupid, what a rogue art thou ! 
 
 RECITATIVE. 
 
 Yet fure, he cry'd, one nymph may ftill be true ; 
 
 But not a youth, {he figh'd, unlefs 'tis you : 
 
 Soon kindred fmart in mutual paffion ended. 
 And drowning feem'd on neither fide intended. 
 
 A I R. 
 Then hand in hand, new joys to prove. 
 
 Well pleased, they tript away ^ 
 Refolv'd to live awhile on love, 
 
 And die another day. 
 
 On 
 
[ 145 3 
 
 On Sight of ayouag Lady's Pifture, executed 
 by a female Artiil, from Abroad. 
 
 T^ H O' painters much have been decry'd, 
 
 For flatt nng whom they draw. 
 Yet you, it muft not be deny'd. 
 
 Paint void of fuch a flaw. 
 Are thefe the looks, fo fweetly bright. 
 
 That emulate the day ? 
 Is this the face, that charms the fight, 
 
 And fteals the heart away ? 
 Others had touch'd thofe eyes with fire, 
 
 Had taught that breafl to heave; 
 Thofe fmiling lips to wake defire. 
 
 And bade the potrait live. 
 Hence vanity, with fcornful air. 
 
 Thinks Venus' praife a debt; 
 The filent canvafs prompts the fair 
 
 To turn a pert coquette. 
 
 U Methinks 
 
[ 146] 
 Methinks I ne'er look'd fo divine ! 
 
 Thefe graces all furpafs ! 
 Howjuft my charms in painting fhine'. 
 
 Away, thou lying glafs ! 
 Thus oft' exults feme pidtur'd maid. 
 
 To pride eftrang'd before ; 
 But your furpriling light and fhade. 
 
 Make none themfelvcs adore : 
 In pity to each am'rous fwain, 
 
 You fink what others raife ; 
 The uglieft face can ne'er be vain 
 
 Of what your art difplays. 
 Tho* prudence gilds my Celia's mind. 
 
 Where gentleft virtues fpring, 
 Yet to have drawn her fo refin'd, 
 
 Had been a dang'rous thing: 
 Perhaps flie'ad been o'erjoy'd to fee, 
 
 What charms herfelf adorn; 
 Perhaps her foft efteem for me 
 
 Had been reversed to fcorn. 
 
 Twerc 
 
[ '47 ] 
 
 'Twerc hazardous to rifque the view ; 
 
 Such pow'r you thought fhou'd ftrike lefs ; 
 
 And of the witch of Endor drew 
 A moft amazing hkenefs. 
 
 On Sight of the Boat, built by John Rich, 
 Efq ; in the Form of a Swan, now fwim- 
 ming in the Canal in the Royal Gardens 
 at Kew, 
 
 TX7HEN Jove the love of Leda fu'd 
 
 A fwan's fweet form he gain'd ; 
 In that the nymph her fancy view'd. 
 
 And Jove his wifh obtain'd. 
 Thus You, whom magic genius fires. 
 
 Like him a fwan create; 
 Augufta while fhe fees admires s 
 
 Was Jove's fjccefs fo great? 
 
 V 2 The 
 
C H8 ] 
 
 The 148th PSALM Paraphrased. 
 
 I. 
 
 ^1 O Hioi who dwells in pureft light. 
 Above the empyrea.i height, 
 
 Awake the voice of praife : 
 Ye facred minifters of god. 
 Ye an^cis who confefb his nod. 
 
 Your adoration raife ! 
 
 II. 
 
 praife hi'n, thou fun, whofe vivid ray 
 Succcffive, beaming new-born day. 
 
 The horrent gloom relieves ! 
 Praife him, thou iilver queen of night ! 
 Praife him, ye twinkling ftars ! whofe light 
 
 His fphere of glory gives. 
 
 III. 
 
 Praife him, ye argent fields of air, 
 Ye heav ns of bright perfection, where 
 He iheds the dews of love % 
 
[ ^49 ] 
 
 Ye waters, far his praife convey, 
 Oh, bear it as ye fhcatn away, 
 
 Or gufh from founts above! 
 
 IV. 
 
 His eye the night-ful void furvey^d; 
 He fpake the word, and ye were made; 
 
 He faw, and he approved: 
 His law that prompts, proteds your reign, 
 His law that fhall unbroke remain, 
 
 'Till All ihall be removed. 
 
 V. 
 
 Ye favage race, who roam for prey. 
 To him your aweful homage pay, 
 
 In forefts, wilds, or fteeps ; 
 Ye dragons fierce, revere your god, 
 Bow couchant in your rude abode. 
 
 And praife him, all ye deeps. 
 
 VI. 
 Fire, hail, and fnow, whofe pow'rs fulfill 
 The miffions of his mighty will, 
 
 Expanding 
 
[ ^50] 
 
 Expanding at his word. 
 Ye vapours, that condenfing rife, 
 Ye winds and ftorms, that rend the Ikies, 
 
 Praife your creating lord. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Praife him ye mounts of loftier fhoot. 
 Ye lowly hills, ye trees of fruit. 
 
 And cedars ftately high ; 
 Praife him ye herds, and infedts fmall^ 
 Ye humbler feathered kind, and all 
 
 Ye warblers of the fky. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Ye monarchs, delegates of heav'n, 
 
 Praife him by whom your pow'r was giv'n. 
 
 Who props the regal throne; 
 Ye fubjedls breathe his praifes forth; 
 Ye princes, judges, o'er the earth. 
 
 Oh, make his wonders known! 
 
 IX. 
 
[ X5I ] 
 IX. 
 
 Ye youths, while brifk the vital tide. 
 Ye virgins, gay in blooming pride. 
 
 His glorious deeds proclaim ; 
 Let age exert the pious lay. 
 And footh the fuckling's foft eflay. 
 
 To hfp it maker's name, 
 
 X. 
 
 Above the earth, or vaulted fky. 
 Beyond the firmament moft high. 
 
 Let foul-breath'd incenfe rife j 
 He fhall his grateful tribe regard. 
 He fhall v^ith endlefs blifs reward. 
 
 The juft, the good, the wife. 
 
 XL 
 
 For this fliall his faints prolong 
 [ Th' enraptVing heav'n-afcending fong, 
 'Till time fliall be no more: 
 
 For 
 
[ 152] 
 
 For this (hall Ifraers fons combine; 
 For this all worlds in chorus join ; 
 All tremble, and adore. 
 
 On reading Dr. Hill's Thoughts concerning 
 God and Nature, in ^nfwer to the Philo- 
 fophy of Lord Bolingbroke. 
 
 O T. John, thy fyftem muft decay, 
 
 Before religion's light; 
 Truth breaks, refiftlefs as the day, 
 
 And falihood fades hke night. 
 
 Let infidelity no more 
 
 The damning page applaud; 
 See, Hill the wrefted fads reftorc. 
 
 And vindicate the God ! 
 Divine Ecclefia, from her throne, 
 
 Looks fmiling with efteem ; 
 Wifliing her mitred fons had done, 
 
 Like Warburton and Him. 
 
 The 
 
 I 
 
 I 
 
[ ^53 ] 
 The Animal COMEDIANS, ^ 
 
 A FABLE. 
 
 To DAVID GARRICK, Efq; 
 
 TT E N C E Coke on Lyttleton, away ! 
 
 Wood's Inftitutes, the word obey ! 
 Ye tomes of ftatutes all at large, 
 I give ye pxow a frre difcharge ! 
 Thou Gloflary, by Jacob wrote, 
 For ftudents to infped:, and quote ! 
 Ye pleas and cafes of the crown. 
 Where my remarks are noted down, 
 Ejedments, precepts, and reports. 
 And all the bufinefs of the courts, 
 
 Adieu! 1 mount to nobler fame, 
 
 And all my raptur'd foul's on flame! 
 Hence let me charm the wondring age. 
 And (hine the glory of the flage ! 
 
 Thus fpoke young fcribe, the lawyer's clerk, 
 A fpouting, wild, conceited fpark -, 
 
 X Miftook 
 
[ i54] 
 
 Miftook for genius vain defire, 
 And left the temple, to afpire. 
 
 Found in the fcale of worth too light. 
 The royal ftage rejeds the wight : 
 Fir'd at the baulk, and proud of fpirit, 
 He'd fhame their fklU, and prove his merit.- 
 What ! '' Not a genius ?" Fools to doubt it!< 
 " About it, goddcfs, and about it." 
 
 Then with a jftrolling tribe he join'd. 
 Like him, for bufinefs too refined : 
 In monarchs, lovers, fops, he'd ftrike : — 
 He play'd 'em all, — — and all alike. 
 
 Haplefs in figure, voice, and ear. 
 His punifhment's to perfevere; 
 He fees his error now enthrall'd. 
 And wiihes time cou'd be recall'd 5 
 In fecret mourns his folly's fpring. 
 And roams a vagrant, and a king. 
 
 If adling once poffefs the brain, 
 The frenzy darts from vein to vein : 
 
 How 
 
C ^55 J 
 
 How fatal to the patient's eafe. 
 
 This epidemical difeafe ! 
 
 By day, by night, he groans and fighs, 
 
 And tragic ghofts in fancy rife; 
 
 Not human powV can flop the ill, 
 
 A parent's prayV, or Armftrong's ikill. 
 
 Oh, fon of genius ! Friend of art ! 
 Garrick, thou monarch of the heart ! 
 Is it not ftrange the fro ward mind 
 Shou'd fpurn the province heav'n affign'd ? 
 And on the very ftation hit, 
 For which its pow rs are moft unfit ? 
 Becaufe you grace the rofcian fphere, 
 As great in Chalkftone as in Lear; 
 Infpire with joy the heart's recefs. 
 Or melt the foul to foft diftrefs , 
 And fill the fcene with fo much eafe, 
 As if 'twere natural to pleafe ; 
 Shall ev'ry blockhead think his mind, 
 Like yours, the mirrour of mankind ? 
 
 X 2 Negka 
 
C 156 ] 
 
 Negled his trade 5 profeinon fcorn. 
 And cry, " For ading I was born!" 
 
 F' (uch this tale i uUrodiice : 
 Tiitiir brother Pug may may be of ufe. 
 
 Oace on a tixne^ as ftories fiy, 
 Tlic be-ails agreed to adl a ziay : 
 The ftage was larf ; on either hand, 
 Their leafy arms the trees expand; 
 At top Ui^ verdant branches clofe, 
 And thuj their Theatre arofe. 
 Between the adts, with various notes, 
 The v/ifigd muficians fwell'd their throats j 
 Sweet nighlingales their warblings join, 
 Aud ne'er was concert fo divine. 
 The parts v/ere call, as genius finn'd 
 To fait the turn of evVy mind ; 
 In that fuch judgment was expreft, 
 Each ador lik'd his own the beft. 
 
 In native majefty array 'd, 
 A king the noble lyon play'd; 
 
 And 
 
[ ^57 ] 
 
 And voice and ailion, truly great, 
 
 Up-held his dignity and ftate. 
 
 The bull enjoy'd a lover's part, 
 
 While real paffion w^arm'd his heart ; 
 
 And urg d his fuit of fond delire, 
 
 With lively mien, and eyes on fire : 
 
 An adive dog, fincere and fure. 
 
 Was confidant to his amour. 
 
 A milk-white heifer, young and gay. 
 
 Performed the princefs of the play 3 
 
 And plum'd and rais'd her haughty creft. 
 
 Whene'er the amVous bull addreft. 
 
 The tyger was a tray tor hold, 
 
 Who fought the regal wand to hold ; 
 
 And brib'd confederates in the -league : 
 
 A fox conducted the intrigue. 
 
 A company fo excellent 
 No modern theatres prefent. 
 Applauding claps the audience raife, 
 And candour wakes the voice of praife. 
 
 Bu^ 
 
C ^58] 
 
 But merit vainly hopes to find 
 Reflefted warmth in cvVy mind; 
 For, tho' they quite miftake the matter. 
 Yet fools will prate, and monkeys chatter* 
 
 " Truly a mighty pretty play ! 
 " Yes, thofe who can commend it, may ; 
 *' It ferves the ignorant well enough, 
 *^ But keep me from fuch wretched fluff T 
 With critic fneer, thus fpoke an ape. 
 As wife as fome in human fhape; 
 He'd lay his life, with greater art. 
 To play not one, but ev'ry part; 
 Then on the flage he made a fpring, 
 And proudly firfl affum'd the king : 
 With brow contrafted, hfted paw. 
 He thought to flrike majeflic awe; 
 His jabb'ring, quick difcordant voice, 
 A ftrange monotony of noife, 
 Affedled airs, and mimick'd face. 
 And dignity were all grimace. 
 
 The 
 
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 The lover then, abfurd pretence ! 
 Indelicate, as void of fenfe. 
 He try'd; but with fuch awkward grace, 
 Difdain arofe in ev'ry face. 
 As zeal to him was quite unknown. 
 The confidant was poorly fhewn^ 
 And next the princefs rais'd the joke ; 
 How fair his form ! how fweet he fpoke ! 
 As native meannefs rul'd his breaft, 
 Th* ambitious part was like the refl; 
 And juft as wide his powVs diflent, 
 Th* intriguer's fkill to reprefent. 
 
 With talents rifible and gay. 
 Buffoon or fop, 'twas his to play j 
 Obvious, in evry other fhape 
 Was feen the vain, prefumptuous ape: 
 The hiffing guefts his ears confound. 
 And loud derifion echoes round. 
 
 Thus on life's human ftage, we find 
 A part ordain'd for evVy mind -, 
 
 Am 
 
[ i6o ] 
 
 As nature prompts to acft and mean. 
 
 While all the world applauds the fcene. 
 
 But if we deem it partial fway, 
 
 And pant another's caft to play, 
 
 Our pride then fcorns what reafon pleads. 
 
 Contempt begins, and (hame fucceeds, 
 
 SON G. 
 
 I. 
 
 'Tp H E fun in virgin luftre fhone, 
 
 May morning put its beauties on; 
 
 The warblers fung in llv'ller ftrain, 
 
 And fweeter flow'rets decked the plain. 
 
 When love, a foft intruding gueft, 
 
 > 
 
 That long had dwelt in Damon's breaft, 
 
 Now whifper'd. To the nymph, away ! 
 
 For this is nature's holiday. 
 
 II. 
 
 The tender impulfe wing'd his hafte ; 
 
 The painted mead he inftant pafs'd; 
 
 And 
 
t '6i ] 
 
 And foon the happy cott he gain'd. 
 Where beauty flept, and lilence reign'd: 
 Awake, my fair! the fhepherd cries, 
 To new-born pleafure ope' thine eyes; 
 Arife, my Sylvia ! hail the may. 
 For this is nature's holiday. 
 
 III. 
 Forth came the maid, in beauty bright. 
 As Phoebus in meridian light; 
 Entranced in rapture, all confefs*d. 
 The fhepherd clafp'd her to his breaft; 
 Then gazing, with a fpeaking eye. 
 He fnatch'd a kifs, and heav'd a figh; 
 A melting figh, that feem*d to fay, 
 Gonfider youth's our holiday. 
 
 IV. 
 Ah, foft, (he faid, for pity's fake. 
 What kifs one ere Fm well awake? 
 For this fo early came you here ? 
 And hail you thus the rifing year ? 
 
 Y Sweet 
 
[ l62 ] 
 
 Sweet innocence ! forbear to chide,' 
 Well hafte to joy, the fwain reply 'd ; 
 In pleafure's flowVy fields we'll ftray. 
 And this fhall be love's holiday. 
 
 V. 
 A crimfon glow warm'd o'er her cheek ; 
 She look'd the things fhe dar'd not fpeak j 
 Confent own'd nature's foft command. 
 And Damon fiez'd her trembling hand : 
 His dancing heart in tranfports play'd, 
 To church he led the bluftiing maid ; 
 Then blefs'd the happy morn of may. 
 And now their life's all holiday. 
 
 To CONTENTMENT. 
 
 P O U N T of comfort ! heav'nly bright ! 
 Offspring of the realms of light ! < 
 
 Void of thee what's pomp or pow'r ? 
 Phantoms of the faithlefs hour, 
 
 Lo, 
 
[ i63 ] 
 
 Lo, yon humble fwains advance. 
 Beat the ground in jocund dance! 
 Hark, the merry milkmaids fing ! 
 All beneath thy gladfome wing. 
 
 From what fource art thou our claim ? 
 Grandeur, glory, wealth, or fame ? 
 Can the heroe's conq'ring fword. 
 Can the treafures mifers hoard. 
 Can the jovial, or the fair. 
 Kill, or chace intruding care ? 
 
 No : Then, in life's giddy round. 
 
 Where fliall happinefs be found ? 
 Wide beams forth th' eternal rayj 
 All who wou'd be happy, may; 
 In the cott, or mofs-grown cell. 
 Thou with poverty canft dwell ; 
 And, howe'er we change the name. 
 Virtue and content's the fame. ^ 
 
 er'^ 
 
 X 2 For 
 
:C 164 3 
 For OUR COUNTRY. 
 
 An ODE, 
 
 Adapted to Mr. Arne's Mufic, of Rule Britannia. 
 
 I. 
 
 AS Liberty, from out the Iky, 
 
 Held o'er our ifle her fcepter'd hand. 
 
 Grieved was the goddefs, breathed a figh. 
 And thus befpoke the finking land : 
 
 Shame! inglorious race grow wife. 
 
 And Antigallicans arife. 
 
 IL 
 
 In ancient time, your fires nenown*d. 
 
 With honeft heart, and furly face. 
 
 Fought well their battles, gain'd their ground. 
 And fcorn'd the punic Gallic race : 
 
 Shame! inglorious fons grow wife. 
 
 And Antigallicans arife. 
 
 Ill- 
 
[ x65 ] 
 
 III. 
 
 No fopp ries then were ap'd from France ; 
 
 Their language was as plain as drefs: 
 Think on their honours, oh, advance ! 
 
 And heav'n fhall your endeavours bicfs : 
 Hence viftorious reign, and wife. 
 And Antigallicans arife. 
 
 IV. 
 Ye facred few ! who boaft the name, 
 
 Whofe bofoms burn with patriot fire. 
 Hail friends of freedom! dear to fame. 
 
 And graced with all that gods admire ! 
 You're tranfcendent, great, and wife. 
 Who Antigallicans arife. 
 
 V. 
 'Tis your's to bid fair Science fmile. 
 
 To welcome commerce to our fliore^ 
 Teach Arts to flourifh round the ifle. 
 And Britain to itfelf reftore : 
 
 YouVe 
 
[ i66 ] 
 
 YouVc tranfcendent, great, and wife. 
 Who Antigallicans arifc, 
 
 VI. 
 
 Agam jfhou'd curft rebellion glow. 
 
 Or bold invafion fpread its wing, 
 
 Then arm'd, revengeful, on the foe. 
 
 To fave their country and their king ; 
 
 All couragious, gen'rous, wife! 
 
 The Antigallicans fhall rife. 
 
 VII. 
 
 And when this globe (hall melt away. 
 
 The temples fink, the columns fall. 
 
 Then fhall, diflinguifh'd as the day. 
 
 The beams of glory crown them all ; ] 
 
 And imperial in the fkies. 
 
 The Antigallicans fhall rife. 
 
 
 SONG, 
 
[ ^67 3 
 
 S O N G 
 
 I. 
 
 TOO long a giddy wandVing youth, 
 
 From fair to fair I rov'dj 
 To ev'ry nymph I vow'd my truth, 
 
 Tho' all alike I lov'd: 
 Yet, when the joy I wi(h*d was paft. 
 
 My truth appeared a jeft ; 
 But, truft me, Tm convinc'd at laft. 
 
 That conftancy is beft. 
 
 II. 
 
 Like other fools, at female v/Iles 
 
 'Twas my delight to rail; 
 Their fighs, their vows, their tears, their fmiles. 
 
 Were falfe, I thought, and frail ; 
 But, by refleftion's brightening pow'r 
 
 I fee their worth confeft; 
 That man can not enough adore; 
 
 That conftancy is beft. 
 
[ i68 ] 
 
 III. 
 
 The roving heart at beauty's fight. 
 
 May glow with fierce defire; 
 Yet, tho' pofleffion yield delight. 
 
 It damps the lawlefs fire ; 
 But love's celeftial faiihful flames. 
 
 Still catch from breaft to breaft; 
 While evVy home-felt joy proclaims. 
 
 That conftancy is beft. 
 
 IV. 
 
 No folid blifs from change refults; 
 
 No real raptures flow; 
 But fixt to one the foul exults. 
 
 And taftes of heav n below. 
 With love, on ev'ry gen'rous mind. 
 
 Is truth*s fair form imprefl ; 
 And reafon didates to mankind. 
 
 That conftancy is beft. 
 
[i69] 
 
 EPIGRAM. 
 
 T) O O R Jafpcr with fits, from his cradle was vex'd. 
 And Kate, whom he lov'd, this diforder perplexed ; 
 In wedlock they happened each other to catch ; 
 And who can deny, but that 'twas a fit match ? 
 
 T O T H E 
 
 Author of the Earl of Essex. 
 
 "^ I "" O roufe the indolent ! to wake the brave ! 
 To refcue glory from the dreary grave ! 
 To fhew the ftrange viciffitudes of fate ; 
 To trace the adions of the good and great : 
 And ftamp bright virtue's image on the heart 
 For this ! the gods ordain'd the tragic art ! 
 
 For 
 
[ I70 } 
 
 For thefe great ends, by blooming fancy fir'd, 
 Bv fcience prompted, and by heav'n infpir'd. 
 To art and nature*s topmoft height to foar, 
 Ar6fe the bards, in ages now no more. 
 And found reward their excellence up-hold; 
 Proteded by the Boyles, and Chefteriields of old. 
 But now, when fenfe and learning few refpecfl, 
 And what their (ire's ador'd, their fons neglecfl ; 
 When party int'refts govern works of wit. 
 And courts and theatres alike fubmit ; 
 How vent'rous he who'd pleafe th' uncertain age. 
 His rajfik, the drama ; and his hope, the ftage ; 
 Who dares the hatred merit's fure to gain. 
 The din of fools, and envy of the vain. 
 This thou haft done ; — the palm admits thy claim -, 
 On Eflex's eftabliflf d ftands thy fame : 
 Still has the town the judgment, Jones, to fee 
 The heroe loft by Banks, retrieved by thee. (Rome 
 With knowledge fraught, imbib'd from Greece and 
 Profoundly vers'd in each recorded tome : 
 
 In 
 
C ^71 J 
 
 In evVy ancient, evVy modern read. 
 
 With loads of lumber treafur'd in his head; 
 
 The pedant launches in purfuit of fame. 
 
 And thinks the Scholiaft and the Bard the fame ; 
 
 But foon his flattVing fclf-de!ufion flies; 
 
 His audience cenfure, and the wits defpife. 
 
 How oft' we find in fome o'er- laboured tale. 
 
 The fcholar pleafe us, but the poet fail ! 
 
 True genius only founds an author's name. 
 And prompts him to the pinacle of fame; 
 Th' enlivening ardor, the creative glow. 
 Learning impow'rs, but nature muft beftow: 
 This fires the foul, th* ideas to refine, 
 And 'wakes the man to fomething more divine ; 
 •This ftill irradiates, tho' the mind untaught. 
 Improves the fenfe, and paints th' embofom'd thought. 
 Thus while refplendcnt Phcebus darts his beams 
 O'er verdant meadows, groves, and limpid flreams. 
 The rural profpedt tempts th' admiring eyes, 
 And, void of art, a thoufand beauties rife. 
 
 Z 2 Stanhope! 
 
[ 172 ] 
 
 Stanhope ! thou patron of th* inftrudive train ! 
 Through whofe indulgence Eflex lives again. 
 How doll thou vary from the pompous crowed ! 
 Tho' wife, yet modeft j and tho' great, not proud ; 
 Thee, hcav'n created virtuoufly bright. 
 With fenfe well polifh'd, and with wit polite 3 
 Taught thee for Britain to diredt thy aim. 
 And with the poet's, fan the patriot's flame. 
 Tho' av'rice oft' o'er wealth afTerts its force, 
 Subjefts its pow'r, and bars its deftin'd courfe; 
 Yet did defert to thee its fate deplore, 
 Touch'd was thy heart, and merit droop'd no more. 
 What's title ! what the pageantry of flate ! 
 They borrow luftre from the truly Great. 
 In others, tho' the glare attrad: our eyes. 
 Yet meannefs lurks beneath the bright difguife j . 
 Thy god-like deeds confirm the patriot's voice. 
 And at thy name Britannia's fons rejoice. 
 But ceafe, fond mufe, 'tis thine the bard to fing, 
 A Cheilerfield afpires above thy lowly wing. 
 
 Confolatory 
 
1[ 173 ] 
 
 Confolatory Verfes to James Steere, Efq; 
 Architedl, on the death of his Lady* 
 
 I. 
 
 JJ E N C E ! ev'ry gay idea ! hence ! 
 Come melaRcholy, fober fenfc. 
 
 The folemn dirge infpire j 
 Sooth me to mourn o'er friendihip's bier. 
 To drop the tributary tear. 
 
 And touch the plaintive lyre. 
 
 II. 
 
 Friend to my mufe ! oh, let me join 
 The trickling dews of grief with thine. 
 
 And thy dear lofs deplore! 
 Mine fhall refledt your tearful eyes; 
 1*11 echo back your throbbing fighs; 
 
 Then ftrike my heart for more. 
 
 III. 
 
 Ah, where are now thofe looks fo fweet. 
 That made your breaft contentment's feat, 
 
 And 
 
An J cou'd all joy improve? 
 Ah, where that mufic to your ear, 
 The voice, which wifdom fmil'd to hear. 
 
 That cheri(h'd life and love ? 
 
 IV. 
 Clos'd are thofe eyes, in endlefs night. 
 No more to beam with fond delight. 
 
 Or with afFedllon roll ; 
 Eternal lilence feals that tongue, 
 Where fenfe and foft perfuafion hung, 
 
 To captivate the foul. 
 
 V. 
 
 Oh, fhe was all that thought can paint ! 
 The mortal rifing to the faint. 
 
 In evVy deed of life ! 
 At once the fatal arrows end, 
 Th* indulgent parent, kindeft friend. 
 
 And moft endearing wife. 
 
 VL 
 
[ ^75 ] 
 
 VI. L 
 
 Fair as the break of opening day ; 
 
 Calm as the fummer's evening ray ; 
 
 Truth, virtue, was her guide ; 
 When fifter fplrits call'd her hence. 
 Obedience bow'd', at life's expence. 
 
 She figh'd, (lie funk, flie dy*d. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Immortal faint ! fupremely bright, 
 
 Look down through Ikies of pureft light. 
 
 And bid afflidtion ceafe ! 
 Oh, fmooth thy hulband's lonely bed. 
 In vifions hover round his head, 
 
 And hufli his mind to peace, 
 
 VIIL 
 
 When heav'n direds the miffive blow. 
 
 The heart may wifh, the eye may flow. 
 
 But can't the dead reftore ; 
 Yet comfort dawns from realms divine : 
 There fouls their kindred fouls fhall join, 
 And meet to part no more. 
 
 To 
 
L 176 J 
 To LOVE. 
 
 /^ H, Love! thou univerfal powr! 
 
 Sweet charmer of hfe's varied hour ! 
 
 Hail, hail, to thee and all thy train, 
 
 Hope, rapture, peace, and plealing pain! 
 
 The vital fpirit glow'd on high, 
 
 Ere fol proclaimed fea, land, or fky; 
 
 And foon as Jove fpake,— — Let there Be! 
 
 Creation ftarted full of thee I 
 
 In ev*ry orb thy influence fhines. 
 
 And aether, ocean, earth, refines ; 
 
 Informs the feafons, as they roll, 
 
 And centers in the human foul : 
 
 Their reigns, with foft defpotic art. 
 
 To calm the paffions, melt the heart; 
 
 And foothmg nature to its call. 
 
 By blefling each, makes happy all. 
 
 ^^€^ 
 
 Invitation 
 
C 177 ] 
 Invitation to the C H A C E. 
 
 RECITATIVE. 
 
 1 T ARK! the horn calls, away ! 
 
 Come the grave -, come the gay ; 
 'Wake to mufic that 'wakens the fkies ; 
 Quit the bondage of floth, and arife. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 From the eaft breaks the morn ; 
 
 See the fun-beams adorn 
 The wild heath, and the mountain fo high! 
 
 Shrilly ope's the ftaunch hound. 
 
 The fteed neighs to the found, 
 And the floods, and the valleys reply. 
 
 II. 
 
 Our fore-fathers, fo good, 
 
 Prov'd their greatnefs of blood 
 By encountVing the pard and the boar; 
 
 Ruddy health bloom'd the face ; 
 
 Age and youth urg'd the chace. 
 And taught woodlands and foreds to roar. 
 
 ^ a Kcnc 
 
[178] 
 III. 
 
 Hence of noble defcent, 
 Hills and wilds we frequent, 
 
 Where the bofom of nature's reveaFd ; 
 Tho' in life's bufy day, 
 Man of man make a prey, 
 
 Still let ours be the prey of the field. 
 
 IV. 
 
 With the chace full in fight, 
 
 Gods, how great the delight! 
 How our mortal fenfations refine ! 
 
 Where is care ? where is fear ? 
 
 Like the winds, in the rear. 
 
 And the man's loft in fomething divine. 
 
 V. 
 Now to horfe, my brave boys! 
 
 Lo, each pants for the joys, 
 
 That anon (hall enliven the whole! 
 
 Then at eve we'll difmount, 
 
 Toi^s and pleafures recount. 
 
 And renew the chace ever the bowK 
 
 The 
 
[ 179 ] 
 The STATUES, 
 
 FABLE. 
 
 To Mr James Paine, Architect. 
 
 rLT H E T H E R, oh, Paine ! thy thought purfue. 
 
 Some plan, more great than Jones e'er drew 5 
 
 Or near, to order and advife, 
 
 You lee the gradual fabric rife ; 
 
 Yet let the mufe attention claim. 
 
 And live immortal in yoar fame. 
 
 *Tis yours to bid the pile afcend. 
 
 The pillar rife, the arch to bend j 
 
 And rival all, fupremely grac'd 
 
 With /genius, judgment, fancy, tafte : 
 
 But fhou'd fome critic's erring eyes 
 
 Prefume your work to fcrutinize ; 
 
 And, where your art is mod divine. 
 
 Condemn fome elegant defign -, > 
 
 To him th' enfuing talc prefent. 
 
 And bluihing cenfure (hall diffenti 
 
 A a 2 The 
 
t ^80 ] 
 
 The moral truth his fight fhall clear. 
 And all you meant at once appear; 
 Falfe prejudice fhall then decay 3 
 Your merit blaze in open day. 
 
 A fam'd republic, fond of art. 
 And gen'rous to reward defert. 
 Decreed, that on a ftately dome, 
 Whofe architeclure equaled Rome, 
 Minerva's flatue fhould afpire. 
 That who ador'd her might admire. 
 Two Phidias's, alike renown'd. 
 Whom merit's living laurels crown'd, 
 Refolv'd to mike their genius known, 
 And court the goddefs from the ftone : 
 But only one the prize cou'd claim. 
 In art fuperior, as in fame. 
 Glory and rich reward infpire. 
 And emulation fans the fire ; 
 ImpowVs the nerves, infl:rufe the mind. 
 And renders faricy more refin'd. 
 
 Now 
 
C i8i ] 
 
 Now to the Temple, amply wrought, 
 Th' oppofing images are brought; 
 Each rival mafter hopes the prize, 
 
 And crowds attend, to criticife. 
 
 Hark ! admiration wakes at light ! 
 
 In This what charms of art unite ! 
 The pleafing form, the graceful air. 
 The drapVy here, the foliage there. 
 So fweet, fo foft, the view attracft. 
 That fculpture ne'er was fo compad: : 
 But t'other, rude, as mifconceiv'd. 
 And rough as from the quarry cleav'd. 
 Indented here, and there rais'd high, 
 With out-lines harfli, that (hock the eye, 
 Appear'd fo ardeflly exprefs'd. 
 The mafter flood the public jeft. 
 
 Impart the prize, the umpire cry'd; 
 The lucklefs artift thus reply'd. 
 
 When ignorance a judge is made, 
 Defer t muft fail, and genius fade. 
 
 Was 
 
[ i82 ] 
 
 Was this defigti'd the po^ch to grace ? 
 
 No i view it in its deftin'd place; 
 
 Aloft let either image rife; 
 
 And then approve^ and then defpife. 
 
 'Twas done: but wiiat an inftant change! 
 
 'Twas wonderful ! " * Fwas paffing ftrange." 
 The ftatue thought fo ill-defign*d 
 By dirtance foften'd and refind; 
 The harfhnefs meUow'd into grace. 
 And loud applaufe took cenfure's place : 
 While 1 hat at firft fo much admir'd, 
 Loft by the height what This acquired ; 
 The pohfh'd folds, that pleas'd when near, 
 And fofter touches di far pear ; 
 The form, the air, no art difplay; 
 The matchlefs beauty fades away; 
 And, thus exalted, looked fo f nail, 
 As Pallas were but pigmy tall. 
 
 Like life th' excelb'ng ftatue ftands, 
 The glory of the mafter's hands ; 
 
 And 
 
[ ^83 1 
 
 And now the judges, jufl and wife, 
 
 Extol his merit to the fkies; 
 
 The prize impart, his fame prolong, 
 
 And blufh themfelves were once fo wrong. 
 
 The works of genius all require. 
 That critics feel th' inventor's fire; 
 And judge but in the light defign'd ; 
 The light that led the artift's mind. 
 One objed: charms by warmth and fliade, 
 When near, and nearer flill, furvey'd 5 
 Another claims a farther view. 
 Ere wifdom give the plaudit due. 
 The eye perhaps may faults detedt. 
 But diftance reconciles effedt. 
 
 And who decides without this rule^ 
 Is not a critic, but a fool. 
 
 
 T» 
 
[ ^84] 
 
 A Parting Dialogue between a 
 Sea Officer and his Lady. 
 
 H E. 
 T^ROM thy arms, my deareft dear! 
 From thy bofom, fo lincere 
 I muft fly, at freedom's call, 
 Briton-Uke, to fight the Gaul! 
 Tho' 'tis worfe than death to part, 
 I muft tear thee from my heart; 
 And, from this delightful fhore, 
 
 Hafte, where waves and cannons roar. 
 
 SHE. 
 
 When, all fondnefs to your breaft, 
 Firft my' panting heart you preft, 
 Thus you vow'd, My beauteous bride I 
 Only fate fliall us divide ! 
 
 Is the flame fo foon eftrang'd ? 
 How, alas ! is Lucy changed ? 
 
 Poor 
 
[ '85 J 
 
 Poor thefe charms, that made thee mine. 
 If they can*t thy love confine! 
 
 H E. 
 
 Thou art heavn itfelf to me; 
 All my foul delights in thee ; 
 But, like Roman conforts, know 
 What we to our country owe. 
 Britain cries, Proted: my rights ! 
 Glory prompts ; revenge invites -, 
 Then, my life, thy plaint forbear; 
 Cowards merit not the fair. 
 
 SHE. 
 Sure my loyalty I prove. 
 Thus to part with all I love ; 
 Flatt'ring hope wou'd footh my pain 3 — 
 Shall I clafp thee thus again ? 
 
 H E. 
 
 Doubt it not, and comfort take ; 
 Gods will fhield me, for thy fake ; 
 
 B b Angels 
 
 I 
 
[ i86 ] 
 
 Angels ! guard the peace and life. 
 Of my dear, my patriot wife ! 
 DUETT. 
 God of war, propitious fmile, 
 Blefs our arms, and injured ifle 5 
 
 England ftill, impow'r'd by thee. 
 Shall be glorious, great, and free. 
 
 To C E L I A in the Country. 
 
 L 
 
 T^ H O U wond'rous proof of nature's pow'r ! 
 
 On whom my thoughts will roll, 
 V/hofe image rifes, ev'ry hour 
 
 Slid lovelier to my foul. 
 Say, why the rural life you prize ? 
 
 What joy can Celia tafte. 
 Where Sol but juft inlights the fkies, 
 
 To fhew the wintVy wafte. 
 
 II. 
 
C ^87 ] 
 
 II. 
 
 All fad appear the gloomy groves ; 
 
 All dull the leaflefs trees 5 
 No warblers tell their mutual loves, 
 
 Nor zephyrs waft the breeze : 
 No flow'rets (hed ambrofial fweets, 
 
 No rill delights thine ear; 
 No limpid brook thine eye intreats. 
 
 To view thy beauties there. 
 
 III. 
 Where late the verdant carpet fpread. 
 
 Wide o'er the lawn was feen, 
 Through which the flow'rs uprear'd their head, 
 
 And dappling deck'd the green, 
 Now crifped fnow, and glittering frofl, 
 
 Inveft the chearlefs ground. 
 And evVy charm of nature's loft 
 
 In ev'ry mead around. 
 
 B b 2 IV. 
 
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 IV. 
 
 A lecflure to the proud and gay, 
 
 A needlefs one to you, 
 Each moral profped: feems to fay. 
 
 Life has its winter too. 
 Ye fluttVers, vain in beauty's fun, 
 
 Refledl on what you fee ; 
 When youth's fhort faithlefs fummcr's gone, 
 
 How haplefs fl:iall ye be! 
 
 V. 
 
 Now o'er the lawns the hunters fly. 
 
 To trace the tim'rous hare. 
 While echo mocks the op'ning cry. 
 
 And fills the vocal air. 
 Through woods, through glades, the fowlers ftray, 
 
 Where lonely birds retreat ; 
 To them their little lives they pay, 
 
 And quiver at their feet. 
 
 VI. 
 
C 189 ] 
 
 VI. 
 
 Say, can You join the ruftic train, 
 
 Whom horns and hounds deh'ght ? 
 Or view 'em fcour the diftant plain, 
 
 Enraptur'd at the fight ? 
 No: tho' if bufy fame fay true, 
 
 The fport fome females ihare; 
 But heav'n, my Celia, fafhion'd you 
 
 A pattern for the fair. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Now rife you with the lark, to hear 
 
 His fong falute the dawn ? 
 To view the fwains, with flocks appear. 
 
 And nymphs trip o er the lawn ? 
 Or tempts the morn your feet to ftray, 
 
 As you were wont to do ; 
 While evVy landfkip looked more gay, 
 
 As look'd upon by you ? 
 
 VIIL 
 
[ ^s^ ] 
 
 VIII. 
 
 No: now perhaps pale Phoebus fleers 
 
 Half his meridian way, 
 Ere from thine eyes a glance appears. 
 
 To clear the dubious day : 
 No bowV you feek, no noon-tide fhade, 
 
 The profpeft chilis your fight; 
 Still by the fire you talk or read. 
 
 And wifli th* oblivious night. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Perhaps dull converfe makes eflay 
 
 To chace the live-long evej 
 Or at fome harmlefs game you play. 
 
 The moments to deceive : 
 Yet fecret, oft' your watch you viewj 
 
 Doubt Fladgate's punctual fkill ; 
 And think his hours as tedious too, 
 
 As prattle, or quadrille. 
 
C I9X ] 
 
 X. 
 
 Deep in the wood's remote recefs. 
 
 The rofe is bright in vain ; 
 Then fhou'd you, born to (hine and blefs. 
 
 In folitude rernain ? 
 Fly, fly thefe formal fage delights! , 
 
 Hither, fweet maid, repair! 
 Where ev'ry fprightly joy invites. 
 
 That youth and fenfe can fhare, 
 
 XL 
 
 Here 'pleafure, with her rofy wing, 
 
 Still broods o'er fomething new ; 
 Amufements here incefTant fpring, 
 
 As graces rife in you. 
 When banifh'd from its fylvan feat, 
 
 Joy finds its flielter here. 
 Bids winter hafle on downy feet. 
 
 And gilds the gloomy year. 
 
 XIL 
 
[192 ] 
 
 XII. 
 
 Hafte, Celia! hafte, let love perfuadcj 
 
 Our various pleafures try; 
 Advance, in aweful charms array 'd. 
 
 With foftnefs in thine eye : 
 And v^hen, bright-gleaming o'er the plain. 
 
 The fummer's dawn is feen, 
 Return to rural life again. 
 
 And reign the Httle queen. 
 
 
 WW 
 
 An 
 
[ 193 ] 
 
 EPIGRAM. 
 
 /^ U O T H his heir, to Sir John, 
 
 I'd to travel begone. 
 Like others, the world for to fee: 
 
 Quoth Sir John, to his heir. 
 
 Prithee, novice, forbear. 
 For rd not have the world to fee thee. 
 
 To Mrs. Margaret Woffington. 
 The humble Petition of Envy, 
 
 S H E W E T H, 
 
 T^H AT your haplefs Petitioner, wrinkled with age. 
 Has long been predominant over the ftage^ 
 To aftors and ad:reffes very well known. 
 And thinks ev'ry bofom, but yours, is her own ; 
 It grieves her full fore flie the honour can't claim, 
 To dwell in your heart, or attend on your fame. 
 
 C c Ordain'd 
 
[ 194- ] 
 
 Ordain*d tfhe mind's cares to difpel or beguile, 
 To draw the fad tear, or create the glad fmile, 
 A thouland ways form'd to attradt and delight. 
 Too genteel in perfon, in beauty too bright. 
 You boaft, worthy madam» fuch matchlefs perfedlion. 
 That, ah, your petitioner finks on refledtion ! 
 If e*er fhe endeavour'd afpiring to feem. 
 She inftanw was vanquifh'd by love and efteem ; 
 She finds 'tis in vain your defert to purfue. 
 For meteor- like far, you rife out of her view. 
 
 The world is convinced that, devoid of pretence, 
 You Ve blefs'd with good- nature, with wit, and good fcnfe ; 
 Then, oh, let your fuppliant mofl humbly befeech, 
 You'd lower yourfelf, till you come within reach y 
 And ne'er, in particular, gracefully dance. 
 To captivate more than the ladies of France. 
 
 Grant, ma'am, this petition, without more delay ; 
 And Envy, in duty bound, ever fhall pray. &c. 
 
 SONG. 
 
C m ] 
 S O N G. 
 
 I. 
 
 T^ O nymph that trips the verdant plains. 
 
 With Sally can compare ; 
 She wins the hearts of all the fvvains, 
 
 And rivals all the fair. 
 The beams of fol delight and chear. 
 
 While fummer feafons roll j 
 But Sally's fmiles can all the year 
 Give fummer to the foul. 
 
 II. 
 
 When from the eaft the morning ray 
 
 Illumes the world below. 
 Her prefence bids the god of day 
 
 With emulation glow : 
 Frefh beauties deck the painted ground ; 
 
 Birds fweeter notes prepare ; 
 The playful lambkins ikip around, 
 
 And hail the fifter fair. 
 
 C C 2 III. 
 
[ 196 ] 
 
 III. 
 
 The lark but ftrains his liquid throat, 
 
 To bid the maid rejoice 5 
 And mimics, while he fwells the note. 
 
 The fweetnefs of her voice: 
 The fanning zephyrs round her play. 
 
 While Flora {heds perfume ; 
 And ev'ry flow'ret feems to fay, 
 
 I but for Sally bloom. 
 
 IV. 
 
 The amVous youths her charms proclaim 5 
 
 From morn to eve their tale; 
 Her beauty and unfpotted fame. 
 
 Make vocal evVy vale. 
 The ftream, meand nng through the mead. 
 
 Her echo'd name conveys j 
 And ev'ry voice, and ev'ry reed. 
 
 Is tund to Sally's praife. 
 
[ ^97 3 
 
 V. 
 No more Ihall blithfome lafs and fwain, 
 
 To mirthful wake refort 5 
 Nor evVy may-morn on the plain 
 
 Advance in rural fport: 
 No more (hall gufli the gurgling ril]. 
 
 Nor mufic wake the grove ; 
 Nor flocks look fnow-like on the hill. 
 
 When I forget to love. 
 
 On receiving a Print of the Sedion of 
 St. PAUL'S Cathedral 
 
 I. 
 
 'XT E prejudiced ! who judge, like fools. 
 By fix'd, tho* inconfiftent rules. 
 
 With pre-determin'd eye : 
 Who doat on art of foreign birth. 
 With admiration boaft its worth 
 
 And fee your country's die; 
 
 II. 
 
[ 198 ] 
 II. 
 
 Now bring your treafur'd Prints to light; 
 .'Tis Britifh genius dares the fight; 
 And Britons Uke behold ; 
 Infpefl: through reafon's equal glafs. 
 If then you think they This furpafs. 
 
 Own 'tis, becaufe they're old. 
 
 III. 
 Abfurd criterion ! to the clime, 
 
 The mark, or name, or length of time. 
 
 Is fuch great rev'rence due ? 
 
 Wifdom defpifes the pretence. 
 
 What difference, to a judge of fenfe. 
 
 If merit's old or new ? 
 IV. 
 Ye partial 1 love your native ifle ; 
 
 Then emulous our arts fhall fmile. 
 
 And o'er the world prevail. ■ 
 
 If candour prompt the trump of fame. 
 
 This fhall immortalize the name. 
 
 Of Rooker, Gwyn, and Wale. 
 
 To 
 
[ 199 ] 
 
 To the MUSE. 
 
 T Poetry and mirth admire j 
 
 Sink forrow in the fea ! 
 I care not who to thrones afpire. 
 
 For what are Kings to me ? 
 Celeflial mufe ! deHghtful maid ! 
 
 Pluck each poetic flow'r ; 
 And weave a crown, the brows to (hade. 
 
 Of her whom I adore. 
 Attune the harp, the pipe infpire. 
 
 The voice of mufic raife j 
 'Tis Celia fans your facred fire, 
 
 And Celiacs be the praife. 
 
 
 The 
 
The TROUT, 
 
 A FABLE. 
 
 To Mifs ^ ^ ^ 
 
 "XT' E S, you have beauty, fenfe, and wit. 
 But want a grace that's lovely yet; 
 
 What's that, pray ? > Prudence, heedlefs fair ! 
 
 Much brighter than the others are; 
 A charm, fo excellent confeft. 
 It ftamps perfeftion on the reft. 
 
 Where you appear, the fervile train 
 Of fops, impertinent and vain, 
 Affemble, flatter, watch your eyes. 
 And praifc your beauty to the ikies. 
 Compleat in each coquettifh air. 
 You ogle here, and flutter there ; 
 And ftill at concert, ball, or play, 
 Are gayeft of the giddy gay. 
 
[ 20I J 
 
 A little virtue guards the maid, 
 Content in fortune's humble fhade j 
 A double portion they require 
 Who fliinc, to make the world admire. 
 Refledl, Lucinda, while you're proud 
 To reign amongft a foppifh crowd, 
 If felf-lovc make not reafon wink, 
 And fate prove nearer than you think: 
 For, tho' I deem you chafte as fnow. 
 Some witling, or fome favVite beau. 
 May dull that jewel honour keeps ; 
 The ftridleft virtue fometimes fleeps : 
 A truth to which you're not a flranger. 
 Yet ever running into danger : 
 For you this moral tale I print ; 
 Perhaps your mind may take the hint, 
 
 A Trout, the vaineft in the tide. 
 Had long the angler's fkill defy'd j 
 With pleafure nibbled ev'ry bait. 
 And baulk'd his fure expeded fate : 
 
 D d While 
 
[ 202 ] 
 
 While felf-conceit inflamed his breaft. 
 He, to himfelf, thefe lines addreft : 
 How wife am I to know my good ! 
 How fearful half the finny brood ! 
 I feafl: on rarities at will 5 
 My fenfe evades the latent ill. 
 
 It chanc'd one blitbfome fummer's day, 
 When Phoebus fhot his fierceft ray, 
 Rejoic'd to feel the chearing beam?, 
 He fkiir/d the furface of the ftreams ; 
 £i?.te with pride, he flounc'd about ; 
 A painted) pert, aftedted Trout 5 
 A f^.y that inftant o'er him flew; 
 He fnapt, as fifh are wont to do : 
 Tho' 'twas not one of nature's flies, 
 But art's, conceard in her difguife. 
 
 Compeird to quit the lucid wave. 
 He mourn*d the fate his folly gave j 
 And, gafping on the river's fide, 
 Convicted by himfelf, he cry'd 5 
 
 And 
 
- [ 203 ] 
 
 And am I then at laft betray 'd ? 
 At laft by fraud a captive made ? 
 My gay companions of the brook, 
 Oh, guard againft th' infidious hook ! 
 A thoufand fchemes deceit can try; 
 Who'd dream deftrudtion from a fly ? 
 The lingring death I now endure. 
 Proceeds from being too fecure ; 
 My own deluiion's my undoing ; 
 And vanity is caution's ruin. 
 
 Written extempore, on feeing Mr. G ARRICK, 
 in the Charafter of Lord Chalkstone, in 
 the Farce of Lethe. 
 
 I. 
 
 "Vy ELL done, old boy ! — pfliaw, damn the gout ! 
 
 The Chalkflones never fail ; 
 Thy fpirits, tho' thy iimbs give out, 
 
 Are briik as bottled ale. 
 
 D d 2 IL 
 
[ 204 ] 
 
 II. 
 
 Claret the languid nerves renews ; 
 
 Champagne creates defire ; 
 The glafs a pretty girl can chufe^ 
 
 What more can lord require ? 
 III. 
 Let grave-ones dictate template rules -, 
 Their nonfenfe to the Great: 
 Such fober maxims fuit the fools 
 
 ' WhoVe born to no eftate. 
 IV. 
 To fave the land, or arts reftore. 
 
 Their life let others wafte^ 
 Who cannot game, and drink, and whore. 
 Is not a Peer of tafte. 
 V. 
 Chalkftone ! thy rank thou truly know'fl: : - 
 
 The nobleman I fee ! 
 And, heavVi be praised ! our ifle can boaft 
 Of many a Lord like thee. 
 
 The 
 
[ 205 ] 
 
 The CONVERT. 
 
 T^ H E fun beam'd forth intenfely bright. 
 Exulting in meridian light. 
 When blooming Sylvia fought the bowV, 
 To pafs in fhade the noon-tide hour ; 
 It chanc'd that I too wander 'd there; 
 And, when rcclin'd I faw the fair, 
 A foft defire my foul poffeft. 
 And fondnefs melted in my breaft. 
 Oh, goddefs of my heart! I cry'd, 
 Lo, nature fmiles in genial pride ! 
 The feathered warblers coo and bill. 
 But fweeter Sylvia's cruel flill ? 
 To gentler ufe thy charms employ; 
 The voice of love invites to joy. 
 
 Canft thou, fhe anfwer'd, breathe the name 
 Of love, yet urge a fenfual flame? 
 True pafiion hopes fublimer joys ; 
 It never to polTcfs deftroys ; 
 
 And 
 
[ 206 ] 
 
 And beauty only looks divine 
 While virtue gives it light to fhine. 
 With all fuccefsful knowledge told 
 Wou'd melt the kind, or warm the cold, 
 I ftrove her reasoning to confute ; 
 But fortitude was abfolute; 
 Her voice had magic like her eyes. 
 And wifdom fix'd her beauty's prize. 
 Converted now, felf fatisfied. 
 Adoring what I once decried, 
 Deferting folly's giddy maze, 
 Induc'd fair chaftity to praife. 
 Before love's facred ^throne I bend; 
 Dear Sylvias fvvain, and virtue's friend. 
 
 
 SONG. 
 
[ 207 ] 
 
 SONG. 
 
 I. 
 
 P USH around the brifk glafs, I proclaim him anafs, 
 
 That at cares of the world can repine ; 
 'Twas our forrow to drown, and difpel fortune's frown. 
 
 That Jove fent us the juice of the vine : 
 *Tis but this in all fed:s that true friendship protcds. 
 
 And irradiates the lamp of our clay -, 
 This the parfons* looks teach, tho* againft it they preach; 
 
 So regard them who pleafes, I fay. 
 
 11. 
 
 'Tis not long ago, fince a vicar I know. 
 
 But whofe name 'twere ungodly to tell ; 
 Round the botde and bowl, fat with many a good foul. 
 
 Full of glee, till ding dong went the bell ; 
 Then heaving a hick-up, and chair with a kick-up, 
 
 " I muft go or the church will complain ; 
 But friends don't think me rude, I fwear by my prieflhood, 
 
 I'll juft preach, and be with you again." 
 
 So 
 
[ 208 ] 
 
 III. 
 
 So the parfon went ftraight, tho' he ftagger'd in gait, 
 
 With his fermon in mem'ry's large cheft ; 
 To the pulpit he 'rofe, but foon fell in a doze. 
 
 And roar'd, *' Excellent wine I proteft." 
 The whole congregation, in great confternation. 
 
 Left the church, with a figh at the caufe ; 
 But the clerk, more devout, cries, fir, fir, they Ve all out, 
 
 " Oh, then fill 'em again, my brave boys !*' 
 
 IV. 
 
 Tho' in law *tis defign'd, Juftice fl:ill fhou'd be blind. 
 
 Yet fhe'U peep if felf-intVeft but call -, 
 And Fm certain you wou*d, with a hogfliead that's good. 
 
 Bribe the council, judge, jury, and all. 
 I was one of the queft, on a man gone to reft, . 
 
 And faid felo-de-fe, if 'tis fo ; 
 Cry'd the firft of the jury, and damn'd like a fury, 
 
 " Sir, not your fellow, Fd have you know !" 
 
 V. 
 
[ 209 ] 
 
 V. 
 I once kept a kind mifs, and furpriz'd her in blifs. 
 
 With a quaker, a cuckoldy knave j 
 Why how now, you falfepunkloh, my dear, I was drunk: 
 
 As fhe reafon'd fo well, I forgave. 
 If to drink be a fault, by the fcriptures we*re taught. 
 
 For old Noah wou'd tipple they fay 3 
 And we gather from hence, that all mortals of fenfe, 
 
 Shou'd be fons of old Noah,— —-huzza ! 
 
 
 V^ 
 
 E e The 
 
[ 2IO ] 
 
 The C O N F E S S I O N. 
 
 /^H, Sephalifia! deareft maid! 
 
 So bloomings kind, and free. 
 The goddefs of Cythera's fhade 
 
 Is not fo fair as thee ! 
 Thy image always fills my mind ; 
 
 The theme of evVy fofig: 
 I'm fix'd to thee alone I find. 
 
 But afk not for how long. 
 The fair in gen'ral Tve admir'd^ 
 
 Have of*- been falfe and true; 
 And when the laft my fancy tir'd. 
 
 It wander'd round to you. 
 Then while I can I'll be fincere. 
 
 As turtles to their mates: 
 This moment's yours and mine my dear! 
 
 The next you know is fate's. 
 
 ^^S^ 
 
 The 
 
C 2X1 ] 
 
 The HAPPY MINUTE. 
 
 A S Chloe fat fheltcr'd, and breath'd the cool air. 
 
 While mufic enlivened the grove, 
 Young Damon approached and addrefs'd the coy fair, 
 
 In all the foft language of love : 
 But {he was fo cruel, his fuit (he deny'd. 
 
 And laugh'd as he told her his pain ; 
 And while the poor fhepherd fat wooing, (he cry'd, 
 
 I will die a virgin, fond fwain. 
 Oh, what, fays the youth, muft thy beauty, fo gay 
 
 Diftrad: us at once and invite ? 
 Embrace ev'ry rapture, left time make a prey 
 
 Of that which was meant for delight. 
 When age has crept round, and thy charms wrinkled o er. 
 
 What lover for Chloe will figh ? 
 But ftill all her anfwer was, te^ze me no more, 
 
 ril never, no never, comply. 
 
 E e 2 He 
 
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 He fwore, by young Cupid, no other he'd prize. 
 
 His flame was fo ftrong, and fincere : 
 Soon fofteft intelligence fhot from her eyes. 
 
 And conquered his doubt and his fear : 
 My joys fhall be fecret! enraptured he cry'd. 
 
 Ah, Chloe, be gentle and good ! 
 The fair- one grew kinder, and fighing reply *d, 
 
 I'd fain die a maid, if I cou'd. 
 
 ##S 
 
 *«• *d* **• 
 
t "3 ] 
 
 TRIO 
 
 SWAIN. 
 
 T T O W Imperfea the joys of the foul ! 
 
 How infipid life's journey muft be ! 
 How unfocial the feafons muft roll. 
 
 To the wretches who dare not be free! 
 NYMPH. 
 EvVy youth loyal courage can fire, 
 
 To the fair kind and conftant muft prove ; 
 Britifh maids (hall their merit admire. 
 
 And reward them with beauty and love. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Blooming plenty fhall fmile on our fields ; 
 
 Sweet contentment fhall prompt us to fing ; 
 And our own be what induflry yields, 
 
 Long as George, gracious George ! is our king. 
 
 SWAIN. 
 
[ ^H 1 
 SWAIN. 
 
 Nought but liberty life can refine ; 
 
 'Tis the wreath with which England is crown'd; 
 See, VJcic blefs'd with the oak and the vine! 
 
 And we drain the bowl dl the year round. 
 NYMPH. 
 Oh, msy honour glow bright in each breaft ! 
 
 And the faithlefs may infamy brand ! 
 To the nation they always are befl 
 
 Who are true to the nymphs of the land. 
 CHORUS. 
 Blooming be^utv fhall fmile on our fields ; 
 
 Sweei contentment fliall prompt uo to fing, 
 And our own be what induftry yields, 
 
 Longas George, gracious George! is our king. 
 SWAIN. 
 
 Let us wake when our eenius infoires ; 
 
 Let no follies our virtud enflave ; 
 Let us prove ourfelves great as our fires. 
 
 And rife Britons, as glorious as brave. 
 
 NYMPH, 
 
• [ ^15 ] 
 
 NYMPH. 
 
 Let the foes of Britannia proceed j 
 
 Let them roufe up revenge if they dare 5 
 
 Still we've heroes enough that will bleed 
 
 For their country, their king, and the fair.' 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Blooming plenty fhall fmile on our fields'^ 
 
 Sweet contentment fhall prompt us to fing,' 
 
 And our own be what induftry yields. 
 
 Long as George, gracious George! is our king. 
 
 
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