"He fang th' eternal rolling flame,
"That vital mafs, that still the fame
"Does all our minds compofe :

"But shap'd in twice ten thousand frames ;
"Thence differing fouls of differing names,
"And jarring tempers rofe.

"The mighty power that form'd the mind
"One mould for every two defign'd,
"And blefs'd the new-born pair:
"This be a match for this:" (he faid)
"Then down he fent the fouls he made,
"To feek them bodies here:

"But parting from their warm abode
"They loft their fellows on the road,
"And never join'd their hands:
“Ah cruel chance, and croffing fates !
"Our Eastern fouls have dropt their mates
"On Europe's barbarous lands.

"Happy the youth that finds the bride
"Whofe birth is to his own ally'd,
"The sweetest joy of life :

"But oh the crowds of wretched fouls
"Fetter'd to minds of different moulds,
"And chain'd t' eternal ftrife!"

Thus fang the wondrous Indian bard;
My foul with vast attention heard,

While Ganges ceas'd to flow :

"Sure then (I cry'd) might I but fee
"That gentle nymph that twinn'd with me,
"I may be happy too.

"Some courteous angel, tell me where,
"What diftant lands this unknown fair,
"Or diftant feas detain ?

"Swift as the wheel of nature rolls
"I'd fly, to meet, and mingle fouls,
"And wear the joyful chain."

THE HAPPY MA N.

ERENE as light, is Myron's foul,

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And active as the fun, yet feady as the pole:

In manly beauty fhines his face;

Every Mufe, and every Grace,

Makes his heart and tongue their feat, His heart profufely good, his tongue divinely fweet.

Myron, the wonder of our eyes,

Behold his manhood fcarce begun!
Behold the race of virtue run!

Behold the goal of glory won!

Nor Fame denies the merit, nor with-holds the prize;
Her filver trumpets his renown proclaim:

The lands where learning never flew,
Which neither Rome nor Athens knew,
Surly Japan and rich Peru,

In barbarous fongs, pronounce the British hero's name.

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"Airy

"Airy blifs (the hero cry'd) "May feed the tympany of pride; "But healthy fouls were never found "To live on emptinefs and found."

Lo, at his honourable feet

Fame's bright attendant, Wealth, appears ;
She comes to pay obedience meet,
Providing joys for future years;

Bleffings with lavish hand fhe pours
Gather'd from the Indian coaft;

Not Danae's lap could equal treasures boast,
When Jove came down in golden fhowers.

He look'd and turn'd his eyes away,
With high difdain I heard him fay,
"Blifs is not made of glittering clay."

Now Pomp and Grandeur court his head
With fcutcheons, arms, and enfigns spread;
Gay magnificence and state,

Guards, and chariots, at his gate,

And flaves in endlefs order round his table wait:
They learn the dictates of his eyes,

And now they fall, and now they rife,
Watch every motion of their lord,
Hang on his lips with most impatient zeal,
With fwift ambition feize th' unfinish'd word,
And the command full.

Tir'd with the train that Grandeur brings,
He dropt a tear, and pity'd kings,

Then,

Then, flying from the noify throng,
Seeks the diverfion of a fong.
Mufic defcending on a filent cloud,
Tun'd all her ftrings with endless art;
By flow degrees from foft to loud
Changing the rofe: The harp and flute
Harmonious join, the hero to falute,

And make a captive of his heart.
Fruits, and rich Wine, and fcenes of lawless Love
Each with utmost luxury ftrove

To treat their favourite best;

But founding ftrings, and fruits, and wine,
And lawlefs love, in vain combine

To make his virtue fleep, or lull his foul to reft.

He saw the tedious round, and, with a sigh,
Pronounc'd the world but vanity.

"In crowds of pleasure still I find
"A painful folitude of mind.

A vacancy within which sense can ne'er fupply.
"Hence, and be gone, ye flattering fnares,
"Ye vulgar charms of eyes

and ears,

"Ye unperforming promifers!

"Be all my bafer paffions dead,

"And bafe defires, by nature made

"For animals and boys:

"Man has a relish more refin'd,

"Souls are for focial blifs defign'd,

"Give me a bleffing fit to match my mind,

"A kindred-foul to double and to share my joys."

Myrrha

Myrrha appear'd: "Serene her foul

"And active as the fun, yet steady as the pole : "In fofter beauties fhone her face;

“Every Muse, and every Grace,

"Made her heart and tongue their seat, "Her heart profufely good, her tongue divinely fweet i "Myrrha the wonder of his eyes;" His heart recoil'd with sweet furprize, With joys unknown before: His foul diffolv'd in pleafing pain, Flow'd to his eyes, and look'd again, And could endure no more, "Enough! (th' impatient hero cries) "And feiz'd her to his breast, "I feek no more below the skies, "I give my flaves the reft."

To DAVID POLHILL, Efq;

An Answer to an infamous Satyr, called, “ Advice to a Painter;" written by a nameless Author, against King William III. of Glorious, Memory, 1698.

SIR,

WHEN you put this fatyr into my hand, you

gave me the occafion of employing my pen to answer fo deteftable a writing; which might be done

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