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O beft of wives! O dearer far to me
How can my foul endure the lofs of thee?
fweet companion can I live?
Without thy lovely finile,
The dear reward of every virtuous toil,
What pleasures now can pall'd Ambition give? Ev'n the delightful fenfe of well-earn'd praife, Unfhar'd by thee, no more my lifelefs thoughts could raife.
For my diftracted mind
What fuccour can I find?
On whom for confolation fhall I call?
Support me, every friend;
Your kind affiftance lend,
To bear the weight of this oppressive wot.
My dear departed love, fo much was thine,
My books, the best relief
In every other grief,
Are now with your idea fadden'd all :
Each favourite author we together read
My tortur'd memory wounds, and speaks of Lucy dead.
We were the happiest pair of human kind:
And faw our happiness unchang'd remain :
Harmonious Concord did our wishes bind:
That all this pleafing fabric Love had rais'd
On which ev'n wanton Vice with envy gaz'd,
Yet, O my foul, thy rifing murmurs stay;
With impious grief complain.
That all thy full-blown joys at once should fades Was his moft righteous will-and be that will obey'd. XIX.
Would thy fond love his grace to her control,
And in these low abodes of fin and pain
Her pure exalted foul
Unjustly for thy partial good detain ?
No-rather strive thy groveling mind to raise
That heavenly radiance of eternal light,
Ev'n Love itself, if rifing by degrees
V ER S E S,
MAKING PART OF
AN EPITAPH ON THE SAME LADY.
ADE to engage all hearts, and charm all eyes;
Polite, as all her life in courts had been;
Her eloquence was sweeter than her fong,
HORACE. BOOK IV. O DE IV.
S the wing'd minifter of thundering Jove,
To whom he gave his dreadful bolts to bear,
Faithful affiftant of his mafter's love,
King of the wandering nations of the air,
When balmy breezes fann'd the vernal sky,
*First printed with Mr.Weft's tranflation of Pindar. See the Preface to that gentleman's Poems.
In the rape of Ganymede, who was carried up to Jupiter by an eagle, according to the Poetical Hiftory.
Then, darting with impetuous fury down,
Or, as a lion's youthful progeny,
Wean'd from his favage dam and milky food, The grazing kid beholds with fearful eye, Doom'd first to ftain his tender fangs in blood:
Such Drufus, young in arms, his foes beheld,
Tam'd by a boy, the fierce Barbarians find
How guardian Prudence guides the youthful flame,, And how great Cæfar's fond paternal mind Each generous Nero forms to early fame;
A valiant fon fprings from a valiant fire:
Their race by mettle fprightly courfers prove ; ;
Nor can the warlike eagle's active fire
Degenerate to form the timorous dove..
But education can the genius raife,
And Honour is by vice to fhame betray'd.