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'Tis thus I rove, 'tis thus complain, Since you appear'd upon the plain ;
You are the caufe of all my care : Your eyes ten thoufand dangers darti Ten thousand torments vex my heart:
I love, and I despair.
And yet I pardon you, she cried :
He bow'd, obey'd, and died.
To the Hon. CHARLES MONTAGUE, Efq. afterwards Earl of HALIFAX.
Through fate's preverse mæander errs,
Which ne'er had being but in thought:
He argues against demonstration i Pleas'd, when his reason he deceives; And sets his judgement by his passion.
Has ftruggled with continued forrow,
This day like all the former flies :
At objects in an airy height:
1 VII. Our anxious pains we, all the day,
In search of what we like, employ ;
To the mind's eye things will appear :
Then what avails it to have eyes ?
This cheat of life would take no more,
J, Phillis but a perjur'd whore.
Ad Virum doctissimum Dominum SAMUELEM SHAW, cum Theses de Ietero pro Gradu Doctoris
defenderet, 4 Junii, 1692. PHOEBE potens sævis morbis vel lædere gentes,
Læsas folerti vel relevare manu,
Indomitus quantum profit in arte labor:
ortius hic juvenis dum medicamen habet : Mitte dehinc iras, et nato carmina dona;
Neglectum iclum dejice, sume lyram.
Translation. By Mr. COOKE.
! PHOEBUS, deity, whose powerful hand.
Can spread diseases through the joyful land,
On the Taking of NAMUR. ΤΗ
HE town which Louis bought, Naflau re-claims,
And brings instead of bribes avenging flames.
ODE; in Imitation of HORACE, 3 Od, ii.
Written in 1692.
OW long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lie
In the lethargic sleep, the fad repose, By which thy close, thy constant enemy,
Has softly lull’d thee to thy woes? Or wake, degenerate isle, or cease to own What thy old kings in Gallic camps have done; The spoils they brought thee back, the crowns they
William (so fate requires) again is arm'd;
Are thy enervate fons not yet alarm’d ?
So now to get their ancient fame restor’d, As nor to melt at Beauty's tears, nor follow Valour's sword ?
Prepar’d to meet their common Lord's command
And, blushing to have been so long with-held;
Hazardous toil and active war :
And all the rugged paths to tread,