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Penfive the virgin fate with folded arms,
Her tears but lending luftre to her charms.
With pity he beholds her wounding woes ;
But wants himself the pity he bestows.

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Oh whether of a mortal born! he cries; Or fome fair daughter of the diftant skies;

That, in compaffion, leave your crystal sphere,

To guard some favour'd charge, and wander here :

Slight not my fuit, nor too ungentle prove ;

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But pity one, a novice yet in love.

If words avail not; fee my fuppliant tears;
Nor difregard thofe dumb petitioners.

From his complaint the tyrant virgin flies,
Afferting all the empire of her eyes.

Full thrice three days he lingers out in grief,
Nor feeks from fleep, or fuftenance, relief.
The lamp of life now cafts a glimmering light;
The meeting lids his fetting eyes benight.
What force remains, the hapless lover tries;
Invoking thus his kindred deities:

Hafte, parents of the flood, your race to mourn;
With tears replenish each exhausted urn ;
Retake the life you gave, but let the maid

Fall a juft victim to an injur'd fhade.

More he endeavour'd; but the accents hung
Half form'd, and stopp'd unfinish'd on his tongue.
For him the Graces their fad vigils keep;

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Love broke his bow, and wish'd for eyes to weep.
What Gods can do, the mournful Faunus tries; 275
A mount erecting where the Sylvan lies.

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The rural powers the wondrous pile furvey,
And piously their different honours pay.
Th' afcent with verdant herbage Pales spread;

And nymphs, transform'd to laurels, lent their fhade..
Her ftream a Naiad from the basis pours ;-

And Flora ftrows the fummit with her flowers.
Alone Mount Latmos claims preeminence,

When filver Cynthia lights the world from thence.
Sad Echo now laments her rigour, more
Than for Narciffus her loose flame before..
Her fleth to finew fhrinks, her charms are fled;
All day in rifted rocks the hides her head.
Soon as the evening shews a sky ferene,
Abroad she strays, but never to be seen.
And ever, as the weeping Naiads name.
Her cruelty, the Nymph repeats the fame;
With them fhe joins, her lover to deplore,.
And haunts the lonely dales he rang'd before.
Her fex's privilege she yet retains;
And, though to nothing wafted, voice remains.

So fung the Druids-then, with rapture fir'd,
Thus utter what the Delphick God inspir'd : ̧

Ere twice ten centuries fhall fleet away,...
A Brunswick prince fhall Britain's fceptre fway.
No more fair Liberty shall mourn her chains;
The Maid is rescued, her lov'd Perfeus reigns.
From Jove he comes, the captive to reftores
Nor can the thunder of his Sire do more.
Religion fhall dread nothing but disguise;
And Juftice need no bandage for her eyes.

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Britannia

Britannia fmiles, nor fears a foreign lord ;
Her fafety to fecure, two powers accord,
Her Neptune's trident, and her Monarch's fword.
Like him, fhall his Auguftus fhine in arms,
Though captive to his Carolina's charms.
Ages with future heroes the fhall blefs;
And Venus once more found an Alban race.
Then fhall a Clare in honour's caufe engage:

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Example muft reclaim a gracelefs age.

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Where guides themselves for guilty views mif-lead;
And laws even by the legislators bleed ;

His brave contempt of state shall teach the proud,

None but the virtuous are of noble blood:

For Tyrants are but Princes in disguise,

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Though fprung by long defcents from Ptolemies.
Right he shall vindicate, good laws defend;
The firmeft patriot, and the warmest friend...
Great Edward's order early he fhall wear ;
New light reftoring to the fully'd star.
Oft' will his leifure this retirement chufe,
Still finding future fubjects for the Muse;
And, to record the Sylvan's fatal flame,

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The place fhall live in fong, and Claremont be the name,

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TO THE LADY LOUISA LENOS:

WITH OVID'S EPISTLES.

IN moving lines thefe few Epiftles tell

What fate attends the Nymph that likes too well : How faintly the fuccessful lovers burn;

And their neglected charms how ladies mourn.
The Fair

you 'll find, when foft intreaties fail,
Affert their uncontested right, and rail.
'Too foon they liften, and refent too late;
'Tis fure they love, whene'er they strive to hate.
Their fex or proudly fhuns, or poorly craves;
Commencing tyrants, and concluding flaves.

In differing breafts what differing paffions glow!
Ours kindle quick, but yours extinguish flow.
The fire we boaft, with force uncertain burns,
And breaks but out, as appetite returns:
But yours, like incenfe, mounts by foft degrees,
And in a fragrant flame confumes to please.

Your fex, in all that can engage, excel;
And ours in patience, and perfuading well.
Impartial Nature equally decrees :

You have your pride, and we our perjuries.
Though form'd to conquer, yet too oft' you fall
By giving nothing, or by granting all.

But, Madam, long will your unpractis'd years
Smile at the tale of lovers' hopes and fears.

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Though infant graces footh your gentle hours,

More foft than fighs, more fweet than breathing flowers; Let rafh admirers your keen lightning fear;

'Tis bright at distance, but destroys if near.

The time ere long, if verse presage, will come,
Your charms fhall open in full Brudenell bloom.
All eyes fball gaze, all hearts fhall homage vow,
And not a lover languish but for you.

The Muse shall ftring her lyre, with garlands crown'd,
And each bright Nymph shall ficken at the found.
So, when Aurora first falutes the fight,

Pleas'd we behold the tender dawn of light;
But, when with riper red the warms the skies,
In circling throngs the wing'd Musicians rife :
And the gay groves rejoice in fymphonies.
Each pearly flower with painted Beauty fhines;
And every star its fading fire refigns.

TO RICHARD EARL OF BURLINGTON, WITH OVID'S ART OF LOVE.

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MY LORD,

UR Poet's rules, in eafy numbers, tell,

He felt the paffion he defcribes fo well.
In that foft art fuccefsfully refin'd,

Though angry Cæfar frown'd, the fair were kind.
More ills from love, than tyrants malice, flow;
Jove's thunder ftrikes lefs fure than Cupid's bow.

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