Howe hath an ample orb of foul,

Where fhining worlds of knowledge roll,
Where love, the centre and the pole,
Compleats the heaven at home.

The DISAPPOINTMENT and RELIEF.

VIRTUE, permit my fancy to impofe
Upon my better powers :

She cafts fweet fallacies on half our woes,
And gilds the gloomy hours.

How could we bear this tedious round

Of waning moons, and rolling years,
Of flaming hopes, and chilling fears,
If (where no fovereign cure appears)
No opiates could be found.

Love, the moft cordial ftream that flows,

Is a deceitful good:

Young Doris, who nor guilt nor danger knows,

On the green margin stood,

Pleas'd with the golden bubbles as they rofe,

And with more golden fands her fancy pav'd the flood:
Then fond to be entirely bleft,

And tempted by a faithlefs youth,
As void of goodness as of truth,
She plunges in with heedlefs hafte,
And rears the nether mud:

Darkness

Darkness and naufeous dregs arife

O'er thy fair current, love, with large fupplies

Of pain to teaze the heart, and forrow for the eyes. The golden blifs that charm'd her fight

Is dafh'd, and drown'd, and loft:
A fpark, or glimmering ftreak at most,
Shines here and there, amidst the night,
Amidst the turbid waves, and gives a faint delight.

Recover'd from the sad surprize,
Doris awakes at last,

Grown by the difappointment wife;
And manages with art th' unlucky cast;
When the lowering frown she spies
On her haughty tyrant's brow,
With humble love fhe meets his wrathful

eyes,

And makes her fovereign beauty bow;
Chearful the fmiles upon the grizly form;
So fhines the fetting fun on adverse skies,
And paints a rainbow on the ftorm.
Anon fhe lets the fullen humour spend,
And with a virtuous book, or friend,
Beguiles th' uneasy hours:
Well-colouring every crofs fhe meets,
With heart ferene fhe fleeps and eats,
She fpreads her board with fancy'd fweets,
And ftrows her bed with flowers.

The Hero's School of Morality.

THERON, amongst his travels, found,
A broken statue on the ground;

And fearching onward as he went
He trac'd a ruin'd monument.

Mould, mofs, and fhades, had overgrown
The fculpture of the crumbling stone,
Yet e'er he paft, with much ado,
He guefs'd, and fpell'd out, ScI-PI-O.

"Enough, he cry'd; I'll drudge no more

"In turning the dull Stoics o'er;

"Let pedants waste their hours of ease

"To fweat all night at Socrates;

"And feed their boys with notes and rules,
"Those tedious Recipe's of schools,
"To cure ambition: I can learn

"With greater ease the great concern
"Of mortals; how we may defpife
"All the gay things below the fkies.

"Methinks a mouldering pyramid
"Says all that the old fages faid;
"For me thefe fhatter'd tombs contain
"More morals than the Vatican.

"The duft of heroes caft abroad,

“And kick'd, and trampled in the road,

"The relicks of a lofty mind,

"That lately wars and crowns design'd,
"Toft for a jeft from wind to wind,
"Bid me be humble, and forbear
"Tall monuments of fame to rear,
"They are but caftles in the air.

"The towering heights, and frightful falls,
"The ruin'd heaps, and funerals,

"Of fmoaking kingdoms and their kings,
"Tell me a thousand mournful things
"In melancholy filence.-

"That living could not bear to fee
"An equal, now lies torn and dead;
"Here his pale trunk, and there his head;
"Great Pompey! while I meditate,

"With folemn horror, thy fad fate,

Thy carcafe, fcatter'd on the fhore "Without a name, inftructs me more “Than my whole library before.

"Lie ftill, my Plutarch, then, and sleep, "And my good Seneca may keep "Your volumes clos'd for ever too, "I have no further use for you: "For when I feel my virtue fail, "And my ambitious thoughts prevail, "I'll take a turn among the tombs, "And fee whereto all glory comes:

"There the vile foot of every clown

"Tamples the fons of honour down. "Beggars with awful afhes fport,

"And tread the Cæfars in the dirt."

TEM

FREE DO M.

1697.

EMPT me no more. My foul can ne'er comport
With the gay flaveries of a court:

I've an averfion to those charms,

And hug dear liberty in both mine arms.
Go, vaffal-fouls, go, cringe and wait,
And dance attendance at Honorio's gate,

Then run in troops before him to compose his state;
Move as he moves and when he loiters, ftand ;
You're but the fhadows of a man.

Bend when he speaks; and kifs the ground:
Go, catch th' impertinence of found:
Adore the follies of the great;

Wait till he fmiles: But lo, the idol frown'd
And drove them to their fate.

Thus bafe-born minds: but as for Me,

I can and will be free:

Like a ftrong mountain, or some stately tree,

My foul grows firm upright,

And as I ftand, and as I go,

It keeps my body fo;

No, I can never part with my creation-right. Let flaves and affes ftoop and bow,

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