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Obtain'd of Venus his desire,
(Heaven guard us all from Cupid's bow !) . Howe'er irregular his fire:
He lost his crook, he left bis focks; Nature the power of love obey'd,
And, wandering throngh the lonely rocks,
He nourish'd endless woe.
The nymphs and shepherds roiind bim came: Take care, O beauteous child, take care,
His grief some pity, others blame; Lest thou prefer so rash a prayer:
The fatal cause all kindly seck: Nor rainly hope, the queen of love
He mingled his concern with theirs; Wilie'er thy favourite's charms improve.
He gave them back their friendly tears ; O quickly from her shrine retreat;
He sigh'd, but would not speak. Or tremble for thy darling's fate.
Clorinda came amongst the rest ; The queen of love, who soon will see
And she too kind concern exprest, Hr rown Adonis live in thee,
And ask'd the reason of his woe: Will lightly her first loss deplore;
She ask'd, but with an air and mien, Will easily forgive the boar:
That made it easily foreseen,
She fear'd too much to know.
The shepherd rais'd his mournful head;
“ And will you pardon me," he said,
“ While I the cruel truth reveal ?
But that you bid me tell.
“ 'Tis thus I rove, 'tis thus complain, Wu from our looks, fair nymph, you guess Since you appear'd upon the plain ; The secret passions of our mind;
You are the cause of all my care ; My heavy eyes, you say, confess
Your eyes ten thousand dangers dart; A heart to love and grief inclin'd.
Ten thousand torments vex my heart :
I love, and I despair.”
Too much, Alexis, I have heard :
”Tis what I thought ; 'tis what I fear'd: 'Tis certain you may show the wound,
And yet I pardon you,” she cried :
“But you shall promise ne'er again How can I see you, and not love,
To breathe your vows, or speak your pain ;"
He bow'd, obey'd, and died.
TO THE HON. CHARLES MONTAGUE, ES2.
Howe'er, 'tis well, that while mankind
Through fate's perverse meander errs,
To combat against real cares.
Fencies and notions he pursucs,
Which ne'er had being but in thought:
Fach, like the Grecian artist, woos
The image he himself has wrought.
Against experience he believes;
He argues against demonstration; From slighted vows, and cold disdain ?
Pleas'd when his reason he deceives;
And sets his judgment by his passion,
The hoary fool, who many days
Has struggled with continued sorrow, Where first my shipwreck'il heart was lost,
Renews his hope, and blindly lays I may once more repeat my pain;
The desperate bett upon to morrow. Once more in dying notes complain
To morrow comes ; 'tis noon, 'tis night;
This day like all the former fiies :
To morrow, till to night he dies.
Our hopes, like towering falcons, aina
At objects in an airy height: Alexis shunn'd his fellow-swains,
The little pleasure of the game Their rural sports, and jocund straias:
Is from afar to view the flight
AFTERWARDS EARL OF HALIFAX.
Our anxious pains we, all the day,
Alike all-powerful to relieve the pain, In search of what we like, employ!
And bid the groaning nations smile again; Scorning at night the worthless prey,
When this our pride you see, confess you find We find the labour gave the joy,
In him what art can do with labour join'd : At distance through an artful glass
No more the world thy direful threats shall fear, To the mind's eye things will appear :
While he, the youth, our remedy, near; They lose their forms, and make a mass
Suppress thy rage; with verse thy son inspire, Confus'd and black, if brought too near.
The dart neglected, to assume the lyre, If we see right, we see our woes:
Then what avails it to have eyes ?, From ignorance our comfort Rows : The only wretched are the wise,
ON THE TAKING OF NAMUR. We wearied should lie down in death :
The town which Louis bought, Nassau re-claims, This cheat of life would take no more,
And brings instead of bribes avenging flames. If you thought fame but empty breath,
Now, Louis, take thy titles from above, 1, Phillis but a perjur'd whore.
Boileau shall sing, and we'll believe thee Jove :
But Jove like thee was impotent and old !
He 'ad stunn'd the dame, his thunder in his hand. Our hopes, like towering falcons aim
At objects in an airy height;
IN IMITATION OF HORACE, M. or. ii. Whate'er we take, as soon we lose
WRITTEN IN 1692. In Homer's riddle and in life.
How long, deluded Albion, wilt thou lie So, whilst in feverish sleeps we think
In the lethargic sleep, the sad repose, We taste what waking we desire,
By which thy close, thy constant enemy, The dream is better than the drink,
Has softly lull'd thee to thy woes? Which only feeds the sickly fire.
Or wake, degenerate isle, or cease to own To the mind's eye things well appear,
What thy old kings in Gallic camps have done; At distance through an artful glass ;
The spoils they brought thee back, the crowns they Bring but the flattering objects near,
William (so Fate requires) again is arm'd; (won: They're all a senseless gloomy mass.
Thy father to the field is gone : Seeing aright, we see our woes:
Again Maria weeps her absent lord, Then what avails it to have eyes?
For thy repose content to rule alone. From ignorance our comfort fows,
Are thy enervate sons not yet alarm’d? The only wretched are the wise.
When William fights, dare they look tamely on, We wearied should lie down in death,
So slow to get their ancient fame restor'd, This cheat of life would take no more ;
As nor to melt at Beauty's tears, nor follow Valour's
See the repenting isle awakes,
Abroad she looks, and sees arm'd Belgia stand AD VIRIM DOCTISSIMUM DOMINUM Prepard to meet their common Lord's command; SAMUELEM SHAW,
Her lions roaring by her side, her arrows in her
hand: CUM THESES DE ICTERO PRO GRADU DOCTORIS
And, blushing to have been so long with-beld, DEFENDERET, 4 JUNII, 1692.
Weeps off her crime, and hastens to the field. Pube patens sævis morbis vel lædere gentes, Henceforth her youth shall be inur'd to bear Læsas solerti vel relevare manu,
Hazardous toil and active war; Aspice tu decus hoc nostrum, placidusque fatere
To march beneath the dog-star's raging heat, Indomitus quantum prosit in arte labor :
Patient of summer's drought, and martial sweat; Non icterum posthac pestemve minaberis orbi,
And only grieve in winter's camps to find Fortius bic juvenis dum medicamen habet :
Its days too short for labours they design'd: Mitte Jehinc iras, et nato carmina dona;
All night beneath hard heavy arms to watch; Neglectum telum dejice, sume lyram.
All day to mount the trench, to storm the breach;
And all the rugged paths to tread,
Where William and his virtue lead.
Silence is the soul of war;
The mighty work, which valour must complete: O! Puebus, deity, whose powerful hand
Thus William rescued, thus preserves the state; fan spread diseases through the joyful land,
Thus teaches us to think and dare.
BY MR. COOKE.
As whilst his cannon just prepard to breathe
Now from the dubious battle's mingled heat,
Let Fear look back, and stretch her hasty wing, In the tried metal the close dangers glow,
Impatient to secure a base retreat :
Let the pale coward leave his wounded king,
In vain : for Fate has swifter wiags than fear, No more of his design appears,
She follows hard, and strikes him in the rear; Than what awakens Gailia's fears;
Dying and mad the traitor bites the ground, And (though Guilt's eye can sharply penetrate) His back transfix'd with a dishonest wound; Distracted Lewis can descry
Whilst though the fiercest troops, and thickest press, Only a long unmeasur'd ruin nigh,
Virtue carries on success;
Whilst equal Heaven guards the distinguish'd brave, On Norman coasts and banks of frighted Seine And armies cannot hurt whom angels save. Lo! the impending storms begin :
Virtue to verse immortal lustre gives, Britannia safely through her master's sea
Each by the other's mutual friendship lives; Plows up her victorious way.
Eneas suffer'd, and Achilles fought, The French Salmoneus throws his bolts in vain,
The hero's acts enlarg'd the poet's thought, Whilst the true Thunderer asserts the main.
Or Virgil's majesty, and Homer's rage, 'Tis done! to shelves and rocks his fleets retire,
Hari ne'er like lasting nature vanquish'd age. Swift Victory in vengeful flames
Whilst Lewis then his rising terrour drowns Burns down the pride of their presumptuous
With druins' alarms, and trumpets' sounds,
Whilst, hid in arm'd retreats and guarded towns, They run to shipwreck to avoid our fire,
From danger as from honour far, And the torn vessels that regain their coast
Hle bribes close murder against open war: Are but sad marks to show the rest are lost ;
In vain you, Gallic Muscs, strive All this the mild, the beauteous queen has done,
With labour'd verse to keep his fame alive : And William's softer-half shakes Lewis' throne :
Your mouldering monuments in vain ye raise Maria does the sea command
On the weak basis of the tyrant's praise : Whilst Gallia flies her husband's arms by land,
Your songs are sold, your numbers are profane, So, the Sun absent, with full sway the Moon
"Tis incense to an idol given, Governs the isles, and rules the waves alone:
Meat offer'd to Proin.etheus' man So Juno thunders when her Jove is gone.
That had no soul from Heaven. lo Britannia ! loose thy ocean's chains,
Against his will, you chain your frighted king Whilst Russel strikes the blow thy queen ordains :
On rapid Rhine's divided bed; Thus rescued, thus reverd, for ever stand,
And mock your hero, whilst ye sing And bless the counsel, and reward the hand,
The wounds for which he never bled; lo Britannia! thy Maria reigns.
Falsehood does poison on your praise diffuse,
And Lewis' fear gives death to Boileau's Musé From Mary's conquests, aud the rescued main, Let France look forth to Sambre's armed shore, On its own worth true majesty is rear'd, And boast her joy for William's death no more. And Virtue is her own reward; He lives ; let France confess, the victor lives; With solid beams and native glory bright, Her triumphs for his death were vain,
She neither darkness dreads, nor covets light; And spoke her terrour of his life too plain.
True to herself, and fix'd to inborn laws, The mighty years begin, the day draws nigh, Nor sunk by spite, nor lifted by applause, lo which that one of Lewis' many wives,
She from her settled orb looks calınly down, Who, by the baleful force of guilty charms, On life or death, a prison or a crown. Has long enthrall'd him in her wither'd arms, When bound in double chains poor Belgia lay, Shall o'er the plains, from distant towers on high, To foreign arms and inward strife a prey, Cast around her mournful eye,
Whilst one good man buoy'd up her sinking state; And with prophetic sorrow cry:
And Virtue labour'd against Fate; " Why does my ruin'd lord retard his flight? When Fortune basely with Ambition join'd, Why does Despair provoke his age to fight? And all was conquer'd but the patriot's mind; As well the wolf may venture to engage
When storms iet loose, and raging seas,
Just ready the torn vessel to o'erwhelin,
And dazzling prospect of a promis'd crown,
Could lure his stubbory virtue down; Just triumphing o'er rebel-rage restrain'd,
But against charms, and threats, and hell, he stood, And yet unbreath'd from battles gain'd.
To that which was severely good ; See! all yon' dusty field's quite cover'd o'er Then, had no trophies justified his fame, With hostile troops, and Orange at their head ; No poet blest his song with Nassau's name, . Orange, destin'd to complete
Virtue alone did all that honour bring, The great designs of labouring Fate ;
And Heaven as plainly pointed out The King, Orange, the name that tyrants dread :
As when be at the altar stood He comes; our ruin'd empire is no more;
In all his types and robes of power, Down, like the Persian, goes the Gallic throne; Whilst at bis feet religious Britain bow'd, Darius Aies, young Ammon urges on."
And own'd bim next to what we there adorca
Say, joyful Maese, and Boyne's victorious flood, To my adventurous song just witness bear,
But solid story, and severest truth,
That William treasures up a greater naine, Or use his greatness to conceal his fear?.
Than any country, any age, can boast:
He did from his fore-fathers take,
And on the adverse shore arose, (way, And in his constellation does unite
Above or Envy's lash, or Fortune's wheel, With strength and swiftness mounting from the That settled glory shall for ever dwell:
Above the rolling orbs, and common sky, Like him all day he toil'd; but long in night Where nothing comes that e'er shall die. The god has eas'd his wearied light,
Where roves the Muse? Where, thoughtless to reEre vengeance left the stubborn foes,
Is her short-liv'd vessel borne, Or William's labours found repose !
By potent winds too subject to be tost,
And in the sea of William's praises lost?
Nor let her tempt that doep, nor make the shore,
Where our abandon'd youth she sees, And led the fainting brave to Victory?
Shipwreck'd in luxury, and lost in case; Still as she fled him, did he not o'ertake
Whom nor Britannia's danger can alarm, Her doubtful course, still brought her bleeding
Nor William's exemplary virtue warm : back?
Tell them, howe'er, the king can yet forgive By his keen sword did not the boldest fall ?
Their guilty sloth, their homage yet receive, Was he not king, commander, soldier, all ?
And let their wounded honour live: His dangers such as, with becoming dread,
But sure and sudden be their just remorse; His subjects yet unborn shall weep to read :
Swift be their virtue's rise, and strong its course ; And were not those the only days that e'er
For though for certain years and destin'd times, The pious prince refus'd to hear
Merit has lain confus'd with crimes; His friends' advices, or bis subjects' prayer?
Though Jove seem'd negligent of human cares, Where'er old Rhine his fruitful water turns,
Nor scourg'd our follies, nor return'd our prayers, Or fills his vassals' tributary urns ;
His justice now demands the equal scales, To Belgia's sav'd dominions, and the sea,
Sedition is suppress'd, and truth prevails : Whose righted waves rejoice in William's sway;
Fate its great en.!s by slow degrees attains, Is there a town where children are not taught,
And Europe is redeem'd, and William reigns Here Holland prosper'd, for bere Orange fought; Through rapid waters, and through flying fire, Here rush'd the prince, here made whole France
HYUN TO THE SUN.
In different languages confest;
AND INTENDED TO BE SUNG BEFORE THEIR NAJESTIES Let Shannon speak, how on her wondering shore,
ON NEW-YEAR'S DAY, 693-4.
Through every distant climate own
That in fair Albion thou hast seen
The greatest prince, the brightest queen,
That ever say'd a land, or blest a throne, And lifted Shannon's waves o'er those of Boyne. Since first thy beams were spread, or genial powet
So may thy godhead be confest,
So the returning Year be blest,
As his infant Months bestow Which, with their weapon, takes away their chain.
Springing wreaths for William's brow; More than his sword his goodness strikes his foes;
As his Summer's youth shall shed They bless his arms, and sigh they must oppose.
Eternal sweets around Maria's head. Justice and freedom on his conquists wait;
From the blessings they bestow, And 'tis for man's delight that he is great :
Our times are dated, and our eras move : Succeeding times shall with long joy contend,
They govern and enlighten all below, If he were more a victor, or a friend :
As thou dost all above. So much his courage and bis mercy strive,
Let our hero in the war He wounds, to cure; and conquers, to forgive.
Active and fierce, like thee, appear: Ye beroes, that hare fought your country's cause, Like thee, great son of Jove, like thee Redress'd her injuries, or form'd her laws,
When, clad in rising majesty,
SET BY DR. N. PURCELL.
THE LADY'S LOOKING-GLASS.. LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP. 139 Thou marchest down o'er Delos' hill confest, And, on the surface of the deep, With all thy arrows arm'd, in all thy glory drest. The winds lay only not asleep: Like thee, the hero does his arms employ,
The nymph did like the scene appear, The raging Python to destroy,
Serenely pleasant, calmly fair: And give the injur'd nations peace and joy. Soft fell her words, as few the air. From fairest Years, and Time's more happy stores, That she would never miss one day
With secret joy I heard her say, Gather all the smiling Hours;
A walk so fine, a sight so gay. Such as with friendly care have guarded
But, oh the change! the winds grow high ; Patriots and kings in rightful war3 ;
Impending tempests charge the sky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars,
And big waves lash the frighten'd shores. Such as story has recorded
Struck with the horrour of the sight, Sacred to Nassau's long renown,
She turns her head, and wings her flight: For countries sav'd, and battles won.
And, trembling, vows she'll ne'er again March them again in fair array,
Approach the shore, or view the main. And bid them form the happy day,
“ Once more, at least, look back," said }, The happy day, design'd to wait
* Thyself in that large glass descry : On William's fame, and Europe's fate.
When thou art in good-humour drest; Let the happy day be crown'd
When gentle reason rules thy breast; With great event, and fair success;
The Sun upon the calmest sea No brighter in the year be found,
Appears not half so bright as thee : But that which brings the victor home in peace.
'Tis then that with delight I rove
Upon the boundless depth of Love: Again thy godhead'we implore,
I bless my chain; I hand my oar; Great in wisdom as in power ;
Nor think on all I left on shore. Again, for good Maria's sake, and ours,
“ But when vain doubt and groundless fear Choose out other smiling Hours;
Do that dear foolish bosom tear; Such as with joyous wings have fled,
When the big lip and watery eye When happy counsels were advising;
Tell me, the rising storm is nigh; Such as bave lucky omens shed
'Tis then, thou art yon' angry main, O'er forming laws, and empires rising;
Deform’d by winds, and dash'd by raia ; Such as many courses ran,
And the poor sailor, that must try Hand in hand, a goodly train,
Its fury, labours less than I. To bless the great Eliza's reign;
Shipwreck'd, in vain to land I make, And in the typic glory show
While Love and Fate still drive me back: What fuller bliss Maria shall bestow.
Forc'd to doat on thee thy own way, As the solemn Ilours advance,
I chile thee first, and then obey. Mingled send into the dance
Wretched when from thee, vex'd when nigh,
I with thee, or without thee, die.”'
Man can ask, or Heaven diffuse:
LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP:
BY MRS. ELIZABETH SINGER, AFTERWARDS ROWL Let all thy tuneful sons adorn
Their lasting work with William's name; Let chosen Muses, yet unborn,
While from the skies the ruddy Sun descends, Take great Maria for their future theme:
And rising night the evening shade exten is;
While pearly dews o'erspread the fruitful field, Nor want new subject for the song,
And closing Howers reviving odours yield:
Let us, beneath these spreading trees, recite Vor fear they can exhaust the store,
What from our hearts our Muses may in:lite. Till Nature's music lies unstrung;
Nor need we, in this close retirement, fear, Till thou, great god, shalt lose thy double power,
Lest any swain our ainorous secrets hear. And touch thy lyre, and shoot thy beains no more.
THE LADY'S LOOKİNG-GLASS.
IN IMITATION OF A CREEK IDYLLIUM.
To every shepherd I would mine proclahın;
Propitious god of love, my breast inspire With all thy charms, with all thy pleasing fire;