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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,
The cat became a blushing maid ;

He nourish'd endless woe.
And, on the happy change, the boy
Employ'd his wonder and his joy.

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,
Her eyes with tears no more will flow;

She fear'd too much to know.
With jealous rage her breast will glow :
And, on her tabby rival's face,

The shepherd rais'd his mournful head;
She deep will mark ber new disgrace.

“ And will you pardon me," he said,

“ While I the cruel truth reveal ?
Which nothing from my breast should tear;
Which never should offend your ear,

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.”
There needs, alas! but little art,
To have this fatal secret found ;

Too much, Alexis, I have heard :
With the same ease you threw the dart,

”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 ;"
While you as opening east are fair ?
While cold as northern blasts you prove,

He bow'd, obey'd, and died.
How can I love, and not despair ?
The wretch in double fetters bound
Your potent mercy may release:

Soon, if my love but once were crown'd,
Fair prophetess, my grief would cease,

Howe'er, 'tis well, that while mankind

Through fate's perverse meander errs,
He can imagin'l pleasures fine,

To combat against real cares.

Fencies and notions he pursucs,
Istain yol tell yourmparting Jover,
You wish fair windls may waft him over.

Which ne'er had being but in thought:
Alas! what winds can happy prove,

Fach, like the Grecian artist, woos

The image he himself has wrought.
That bear me far from what I love?
Alas! what dangers on the main

Against experience he believes;
Can equal those that I sustain,

He argues against demonstration; From slighted vows, and cold disdain ?

Pleas'd when his reason he deceives;

And sets his judgment by his passion,
Be gentle, and in pity choose
To wish the wildest tempests loose :

The hoary fool, who many days
That, thrown again upon the coast

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;
Of slighted vows, and cold disdain.

This day like all the former fiies :
Yet on he runs, to seek delight

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


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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 :
Jove gain'd his mistress with alluring gold,

But Jove like thee was impotent and old !
VARIATIONS IN A COPY, PRINTED 1692. Active and young did he like William stand,

He 'ad stunn'd the dame, his thunder in his hand. Our hopes, like towering falcons aim

At objects in an airy height;
But all the pleasure of the game
Is afar off to view the flight.

T'he worthless prey but only shews
The joy consisted in the strife;

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

sword ?
If you thought fame but stinking breath,
And Phyllis but a perjur'd whore.

See the repenting isle awakes,
Her vicious chains the generous goddeas breaks :
The fogs around lier temples are dispellid;

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


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;
Deliberate counsel must prepare

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.



As whilst his cannon just prepard to breathe

Now from the dubious battle's mingled heat,
Avenging anger and swift death,

Let Fear look back, and stretch her hasty wing, In the tried metal the close dangers glow,

Impatient to secure a base retreat :
And now, too late, the dying foe

Let the pale coward leave his wounded king,
Perceives the fame, yet cannot ward the blow; For the vile privilege to breathe,
So whilst in William's breast ripe counsels lie, To live with shame in dread of glorious death!
Secret and sure as brooding Fate,

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,
The angry lion's generous rage;

Just ready the torn vessel to o'erwhelin,
The ravenous vulture, and the bird of night, Fore'd not the faithful pilot fiom his helin,
As safely tempt the stooping eagle's flight; Nor all the syren songs of future peace,
As Lewis to unequal arms defy

And dazzling prospect of a promis'd crown,
Yon' hero, crowu'd with blooming victory,

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,
(For each has mixt his waves with royal blood) Assist the pious Muse, and hear her swear,
When William's armies past, did he retire, That 'tis no poet's thought, no flight of youth,
Or view from far the battle's distant fire ?

But solid story, and severest truth,
Could he believe his person was too dear?

That William treasures up a greater naine, Or use his greatness to conceal his fear?.

Than any country, any age, can boast:
Could prayers or : "hs the dauntless hero move ? And all that ancient stock of fame
Arm'd with Heaven's justice, and his people's love,

He did from his fore-fathers take,
Through the first waves he wing'd his venturous He has improv'd and gives with interest back;

And on the adverse shore arose, (way, And in his constellation does unite
(Ten thousand tiying deaths in vain oppose). Their scatter'd rays of fainter light:
Like the great ruler of the day,

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,
When his troops faulter'd, stept not he between?

And in the sea of William's praises lost?
Restor'd the dubious fight again,
Mark'd out the coward that durst fly,

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

By different nations be his valour blest, (retire?

In different languages confest;
And then let Shannon speak the rest :

AND INTENDED TO BE SUNG BEFORE THEIR NAJESTIES Let Shannon speak, how on her wondering shore,

When Conquest hovering on his arms did wait,
And only ask'd some lives to bribe her o'er; Light of the world, and ruler of the year,
The god-like man, the more than conqueror, With happy speed begin thy great carcer;
With high contempt sent back the specious bait; And, as thou dost thy radiant journies run,
And, scorning glory at a price too great,

Through every distant climate own
With so much power, such piety did join,

That in fair Albion thou hast seen
As made a perfect virtue soar

The greatest prince, the brightest queen,
A pitch unknown to man before ;

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

was known.
Nor do his subjects only share

So may thy godhead be confest,
The prosperous fruits of his indulgent reign;
His enemies approve the pious war,

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,


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;
Such as with conquest have rewarded
Triumphant victors' happy cares;

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,
Many fraught with all the treasures,

I with thee, or without thee, die.”'
Which thy eastern travel views;
Many wing'd with all the pleasures,

Man can ask, or Heaven diffuse:
That great Maria all those joys may know,

Which, from her cares, upon her subjects flow.
For thy own glory sing our sovereign's praise,
God of verses and of days :

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;
Eternal structures let them raise
On William's and Maria's praise :

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.

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Celia and I, the other day,
Walkd o'er the sand-hills to the sea :
The setting Sun adorn'd the coast,
His beans entire, his fierceness lost;

To every shepherd I would mine proclahın;
Since fair Aminta is my softest theme:
A stranger to the loose delights of Love,
My thoughts the noblerwarmth of Friendship prore;
And, while its pure and sacred fire I sing,
Chaste goldess of the groves, thy succour bring.


Propitious god of love, my breast inspire With all thy charms, with all thy pleasing fire;

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