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Again at six Apelles came,

Pound the same prating civil dame. PROTOGENES AND APELLES.

“ Sir, that my master has been here,

Will by the board itself appear. When poets wrote, and painters drew,

If from the perfect line be found As Nature pointed out the view;

He has presum'd to swell the round, Ere Gothic forms were known in Greece

Or colours on the draught to lay, To spoil the well-proportion'd piece;

'Tis thus (be order'd me to say), And in our verse ere monkish rhymes

Thus write the painters of this isle: Had jangled their fantastic chimes :

Let those of Co remark the style.” Ere on the flowery lands of Rhodes

She said; and to his hand restor'd Those knights had fix'd their dull abodes,

The rival pledge, the missive board. Who knew not much to paint or write,

Upon the happy line were laid Nor card to pray, nor dar'd to fight :

Such obvious light, and easy shade, Protogenes, historians note,

That Paris' apple stood confest, Liv'd there, a burgess, scot and lot;

Or Leda's egg, or Cloe's breast, And, as old Pliny's writings show,

Apelles view'd the finish'd piece: Apelles did the same at Co.

And live,” said he, “ the arts of Greece! Agreed these points of time and place,

Howe'er Protogenes and I Proceed we in the present case,

May in our rival talents vie ; Piqu'd by Protogenes's fame,

Howe'er our works may have express'd From Co to Rhodes Apelles came,

Who truest drew, colour'd best, To see a rival and a friend,

When he beheld my flowing line, Prepar'd to censure, or commend ;

He found at least I could design: Here to absolve, and there object,

And from his artful round, I grant As art with candour might direct.

That he with perfect skill can paint." He sails, he lands, he comes, he rings;

The dullest genius cannot fail His servants follow with the things:

To find the moral of my tale; Appears the governante of th' house;

That the distinguish'd part of men, For such in Greece were much in use :

With compass, pencil, sword, or pen, If young or handsome, yea or no,

Should in life's visit leave their name, Concerns not me or thee to know.

In characters which may proclaim “ Does squire Protoyenes live here ?".

That they with ardour strore to raise " Yes, sir," says she, with gracious air,

At once their arts, and country's praise; And court'sey low, “ but just calPd out

And in their working took great care,
By lords peculiarly devout,

That aļl was full, and round, and fair.
Who came on purpose, sir, to borrow
Our Venus for the feast to morrow,
To grace the church; 'tis Venus' day:
I hope, sir, you intend to stay,

DEMOCRITUS AND HERACLITUS,
To see our Venus: 'tis the piece
The most renown'd throughout all Greece;

Democritus, dear droll, revisit Earth, So like th' original, they say:

And with our follies glut thy heighten'd mirth: But I have no great skill that way.

Sad Heraclitus, serious wretch, retur, But, sir, at six ('tis now past three)

In louder grief our greates crimes to mour, Dromo must make my master's tea:

Between you both I unconcern'd stand by : At six, sir, if you please to come,

Hurt, can I laugh! and honest, need I cry? You'll find my master, sir, at home."

“ Tea," says a critic big with laughter, “ Was found some twenty ages after; Authors, before they write, should read,"

ON MY BIRTH-DAY, ''Tis very true; but we'll proceed. “And, sir, at present would yon please

JULY 21, To leave your name.”—“ Fair maiden, yes, 1, My dear, was born to day, Reach me that board.” No sooner spoke

So all my jolly comrades say ; But done. With one judicious stroke,

They bring me music, wreaths, and mirth, On the plain ground Apelles drew

And ask to celebrate my birth : A circle regularly true:

Little, alas! my comrades know " And will you please, sweet-heart,” said he That I was born to pain and woe; " To show your master this from me?

To thy denial, to thy scom, By it he presently will know

Better I had ne'er been born: How painters write their naines at Co."

I wish to die ev'n whilst I say, He gave the pannel to the maid.

“l, my dear, was born to-day.” Smiling and court'sying, “Sir,” she said, “ I shall not fail to tell my master :

I, my dear, was born to-day; And, sir, for fear of all disaster,

Shall I salute the rising ray? I'll keep it my ownself: safe bind,

Well-spring of all my joy and woe,
Says the old proverb, and safe find.

Clotilda,' thou alone dost know :
So, sir, as sure as key or lock-
Your servant, sir,-at six o'clock."

? Mrs. Anne-Durham,

Shall the wreath surround my hair?
Or shall the music please my ear?

GUALTERUS DANISTONUS AD AMICOS. Shall I my comrades mirth receive,

Dum studeo fungi fallentis munere vitæ,
And bless my birth, and wish to live?
Then let me see great Venus chase

Adfectoque viam sedibus Elysiis,
Imperious anger from thy face;

Arctoa florens sophiâ, Samisque superbus Then let me hear thee smiling say,

Discipulis, animas morte carere cano. “ Thou, my dear, wert born to day.”

Has ego corporibus profugas ad sidera mitto;

Sideraque ingressis otia blanda dico; Qualia conveniunt Divis, queis fata volebant

Vitae faciles molliter ire vias:

Vinaque Cælicolis media inter gaudia libo;
EPITAPH.
.

Et me quid majus suspicor esse viro.

Sed fuerint nulli forsan, quos spondeo, cæli; EXTEMPORE.

Nullaque sint Ditis numina, nulla Jovis : Nobles and heralds, by your leave,

Fabula sit terris agitur quæ vita relictis ; Here lies what once was Matthew Prior,

Quique superstes, Homo; qui nihil, esto Deus. The son of Adam and of Eve;

Attamen esse hilares, & inanes mittere curas Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?

Proderit, ac vitæ commoditate frui,
Et festos agitasse dies, ævique fugacis

Tempora perpetuis detinuisse jocis.
FOR MY OWN TOMBSTONE.

His me parentem præceptis occupet Orcus,
To me 'twas given to die: to thee 'tis given

Et Mors; seu Divum, seu nihil, esse velit:

Nam sophia ars illa est, quæ fallere suaviter horas To live: alas! one moment sets us even. Mark! how impartial is the will of Heaven !

Admonet, atque Orci non tiinuisse minas.

IMITATED

FOR MY OWN MONUMENT.

STUDIOUS the busy moments to deceive,
As doctors give physic by way of prevention, That fleet between the cradle and the grave,
Mat, alive and in health, of his tombstone took I credit whạt the Grecian dictates say,
care;

And Samian sounds o'er Scotia's hills convey. For delays are unsafe, 'and his pious intention When mortal man resigns his transient breath,

May haply be never fulfill'd by his heir. The body only I give o'er to death; Then take Nat's word for it, the sculptor is paid ;

The parts dissolv'd and broken frame I mouru :

What came from earth I see to earth return. That the figure is fine, pray believe your own

The immaterial part, th' ethereal soul, eye;

Nor can change vanquish, nor can death control. Yet credit but lightly what more may be said, Glad I release it from its partner's cares, For we flatter ourselves, and teach marble to lie.

And bid good angels waft it to the stars. Yet, counting as far as to fifty his years,

Then in the flowing bowl I drown those sighs, His virtues and vices were as other men's are ; Which, spite of wisdom, from our weakness rise. High hopes he conceivd, and he sinother'd great The draught to the dead's memory. I commend, fears,

And offer to thee now, immortal friend. In a life party-colour'd, half pleasure, half care. But if, oppos’d to what my thoughts approve,

Nor Pluto's rage there be, nor power of Jove; Nor to business a drudge, nor to faction a slave. On its dark side if thou the prospect take ;

He strove to make interest and freedom agree; Grant all forgot beyond black Lethe's lake ;
In public employments industrious and grave, In total death suppose the mortal lie,
And alone with his friends, lord, how merry was No new hereafter, nor a future sky:
he!

Yet bear thy lot content; yet cease to grieve: Now in equipage stately, now humbly on foot,

Why, ere death comes, dost thou forbear to live? Both fortunes he try’d, but to neither would trust; The little time thou hast, 'twixt instant now And whirl'd in the round, as the wheel turn'd about, And Pate's approach, is all the Gods allow: He found riches had wings, and knew.man was

And of this little hast thou aught to spare but dust.

To sad reflection, and corroding care?

The moments past, if thou art wise, retrieve This verse little polish'd, though mighty sincere, With pleasant memory of the bliss they gave. Sets neither his titles por merit to view ;

The present hours in present mirth employ, It says, that his relics collected lie here,

And bribe the future with the hopes of joy : And no mortal yet knows too if this may be true. The future (few or more, howe'er they be) Fierce robbers there are that infest the highway,

Were destin'd erst; nor can by Fate's decree

Be now cut off betwixt the grave and thee,
So Mat may be kill'd, and his bones never found;
False witness at court, and fierce tempests at sea,
So Mat may yet chance to be hang'd, or be
drown'd.

THE PRST HYMN-OF CALLIMACHTIS.
If his bones lie in earth, roll in sea, fly in air,
-To Fate we must yield, and the thing is the same.
And if passing thou giv'st him a smile or a tear,

While we to Jove select the holy victim, He cares not--yet pr’ythee be kind to his fame. Whom apter shall we sing, than Jove himself,

TO JUPITER.

The god for ever great, for ever king,

Old poets mention, fabling. Things of moment, Who slew the earth-bom race, and measures right Well nigh equivalent and neighbouring valuc, To Heaven's great habitan's? Dictæan hear'st thon By lot are parted: but high Heaven, thy share, More joyful, or Lycæan, long dispute

In equal balance laid 'gainst sea or Hell, And various thought has trac’d. On Ida's mount, Flings up the adverse scale, and shuns proportion Or Dicte, studivus of his country's praise,

Wherefore not chance, but power above the breThe Cretan boasts thy natal place : but oft

thren, He meets reproof deserv'd: for he, presumptuous, Exalted thee their king. When thy great will Has built a tomb for thee, who never know'st Commands thy chariot forth, impetuous strengta To die, but liv'st the same to day and erer. And fiery swiftness wing the rapid wheels, Arcadian therefore be thy birth : Great Rhea, Incessant; high the eagle flies before thee. Pregnant to high Parrhasia's cliffs retir'd,

And oh! as I and mine consult thy augur, Anu wil Lyca us, black with shading pines : Grant the glad omen : let thy favourite rise Huly retreat! sithence no female hither,

Propitious, ever soaring from the right. Conscious of social love and Nature's rites,

Thou to the lesser gods hast well assign'd Dlust dare approach, from the inferior reptile Their proper shares of power: thy own, great Jove, To woman, forin divine. There the blest parent Boundless and universal. Those who lalour Ungirt her spacious bosom, and discharg'd The sweaty forge, who edge the crooked scythe, The pondrous birth; she sought a neighbouring Bend stubbon steel, and hardên gleening armour, spring

Acknowledge Vulcan's aid. The early hunter To wash the recent babe; in vain: Arcadia, Blesses Diana's hand, who leads bin safe (However streamy) now adust and dry,

O'er hanging cliffs, who spreads his net successful, Deny'd the goddess water; where deep Melas And guides the arrow through the panther's heart. And rocky Cratis flow, the chariot smok’d, The soldier, from successful camps returning Obscure with rising dust: the thirsty traveller With laurel wreath'd, and rich with hostile spoili Jo vain requir'd the current, then imprison's Severs the bull to Mars. The skilful bar:), In subterraneous caverns : forests grew

Striking the Thracian harp, invokes Apollo, l'pon the barren hollows high o'ershading

To make his hero and himself immortal. T'he haunts of savage beasts, where now laon Those, mighty Jove, mean time, thy glorious care, And Frimanth incline their friendly urns.

Who model nations, publish laws, announce “ Thou too, O Earth,” great Rhea said, “ bring | Or life or death, and found or change the empire. forth;

Man owns the power of kings; and kings of Jove. And short shall be thy pangs.” She said ; and high And, as their actions tend subordinate She rear'd her arm, and with her sceptre struck To what thy will designs, thou giv'st the means The yawning clift: from its disparted height Proportiond to the work; thot seest impartial Adown the mount the gashing torrent ran, How they those means employ. Fach monarch And cheer'd the vallies: there the heavenly another His different realm, accountable to thee, Bath'd, mighty king, thy tender limbs: she wrapt Great ruler of the world : these only have them

To speak and be obey'd ; to those are given In purple bands : she gave the precious plexige Assistant days to ripiu the design; To prudent Neda, charging her to guard thee, To soine whole months, revolving years to some; Careful and secret; Neda, of the nymphs

Others, ill-fatod, are condemu'd to toil That tended the great birth, next Philyre Their tedious life, and mourn their purpose blasted And Styx, the eldest. Smiling, she receivid thee, With fruitless act, and impotence of council. And, conscious of the grace, absolvid her trust : Hail! greatest son of Saturn, wise disposer Not unrewarded; since the river bore

Of every good : thy praise what man yet born The favourite virgin's name; fair Neda rolls Hlas sung? or who that may be born shall sing? By Leprion's ancient walls, a fruitful stream. Again, and often hail! indulge our prayet, Fast by her flowery bank the sons of Arcas,

Great father! grant us virtue, grant us wralth:
Favourites of Heaven, with happy care protect For, without virtue, wealth no inan arails rrot;
Their fleecy charge; and joyous drink her wave. And virtue without wealth exerts less power,
Thee, god, to Crossus Neda brought; the And less diffuses good. Then grant us, gracious,
nymphs

Virtue and wealtb; for both are of thy gift!
And Corybantes thee, their sacred charge,
Receiv'd: Adraste rock'd thy golden cradle :
The goat, now bright amidst her fellow-stars,
Kind Annalthea, reach'd her teat distent
With milk, thy early food: the sedulous bec

THE SECOND HYMN OF CALLIMACAUS. Distill'd her honey on thy purple lips.

TO APOLLO. Around, the fierce Curetes (order solemn To thy fore knowing mother!) trod tumultuous HA! how the laurel, great Apollo's tree, Their mystic dance, and clang'd their sounding And all the cavern shakes! far off, far ofi, Industrious with the warlike din to quell (arms, The man that is unhallow'd : for the god, Thy infant cries, and mock the ear of Saturn : The god approaches. Hark! he knocks; the gates Swift growth and wondrous grace, o heavenly Feel the glad impulse; and the sever'd bars Waited thy blooming years: inventive wit, (Jore, Submissive clink against their brazen portals. And perfect judgment, crown'd thy youthful art. Why do the Delian palms incline their boughs, That Saturn's sons receiv'd the three-fold empire Self-movid? and hovering swans, their throats to Of Heaven, of ocean, and dcep Hell beneath,

leas'd As the dark urn and chance of lot determin'd, From native silence, carol sounds harmonious?.

Begin, young men, the hymn: iet all your , Where gates should open, or where walls should harps

compass : Break their inglorious silence; and the dance, While from thy childish pastime man receiv'd In mystic numbers trod, explain the music. The future strength and ornament of nations. But first, by ardent prayer, and clear lustration, Battus, our great progenitor, now touch'd Purge the contagious spots of human weakness : The Libyan strand: when the foreboding crow Impure no mortal can behold Apollo.

Flew on the right before the people, marking So may ye flourish, favour'd by the god,

The country, destin'd the auspicious seat In youth with happy nuptials; and in age

Of future kings, and favour of the god, With silver hair, and fair descent of children ! Whosc oath is sure, and promise stands eternal. So lay foundations for aspiring cities,

Or Boëdromian hear'st thou pleas'd, or Clarian And bless your spreading colonies' increase ! Phæbus, great king? for different are thy names, Pay sacred reverence to Apollo's song;

As thy kind hand has founded many cities, lest wrathful the far-shooting god emit

Or dealt benign thy various gifts to man. His fatal arrows. Silent Nature stands;

Carnean let me call thce; for my country And seas subside, obedient to the sound

Calls thee Carnean: the fair colony Of lö, lö Pean! nor dares Thetis,

Thrice by thy gracions guidance was transported, Longer bewail her lov'd Achilles' death ;

Ere settled in Cyrene; there w' appointed For Phoebus was his foe. Nor must sad Niobe Thy annual feasts, kind god, and bless thy altan In fruitless sorrow persevere, or weep.

Smoking with hecatombs of slaughter'd bulls, Ev'n through the Phrygian narble. Hapless As Carnus, thy high priest and favour'd friend, mother!

(spring Had erst ordain'd ; and with mysterious rites, Whose fondness could compare her mortal off-Our great forefathers taught their sons tu worship To those which fair Latona bore to Jove.

lö Carncan Phoebus! lö Pean! lö! again repeat ye, lö Pean!

The yellow crocus there and fair narcissus Against the deity 'tis hard to strive.

Reserve the honours of their winter-store, Hle, that resists the power of Ptolerny,

To deck thy temple; till returning spring Resists the power of Heaven; for power from Diffuses Nature's various pride; and flowers Heaven

Innumerable, by the soft south-west Derives, and monarchs rule by gods appointed. Open'd, and gather'd by religious hands,

Recite Apollo's praise, till night draws on, Rebound their sweets from th' odoriferous pave The ditty still unfinish'd ; and the day

ment. Unequal to the godhead's attributes

Perpetual fires shine hallow'd on thy altars, Various, and matter copious of your songs. When annual the Carnean feast is held;

Sublime at Jove's right-hand Apollo sits, The warlike Libyans, clad in armour, lead And thence distributes honour, gracious king, The dance; with clanging swords and shields they And theme of verse perpetual. From his robe The dreadful measure : in the chorus join [beat Flows light ineffable: bis harp, his quiver, Their women, brown but beautiful : such rites And Lictian bow, are gold : with golden sandals To thee well-pleasing. Nor had yet thy votaries, His feet are shod ;, how rich! how beautiful! From Greece transplanted, touch'd Cyrene's banks, Beneath his steps the yellow mineral rises, And lands determin'd for their last abodes; And Earth reveals her treasures. Youth and beauty But wander'd through Azilis' horrid forest Eternal deck his cheeks: from his fair head Dispers'd; when from Myrtusa's craggy brow, Perfumes distill their sweets; and cheerful Health, Fond of the maid, auspicious to the city, His duteous handmaid, through the air improv'd,

Which must hereafter bear her favour'd name, With lavish hand diffuses scents ambrosial. Thou gracious deign'st to let the fair-onc view

The spearman's arm by thee, great god, directed, Her typic people; thou with pleasure taught'st her Sends forth a certain wound. The laureld bard, To draw the bow, to slay the shagsy lion, Inspir'd by thee, composes verse immortal. And stop the spreading ruin of the plains. Taught by thy art divine, the sage physician Happy the nymph, who, honour'd by thy passion, Eludes the ura; and chains or exiles Death. Was aided by thy power! The monstrous Python

Thee, Nounian, we adore; for that, from Heaven Durst tempt thy wrath in vain : for dead be follo Descending, thou on fair Amphrysus' banks To thy great strength and golden arıns unequal Didst guard Admetus' herds. ' Sithence the cow lö! while thy unerring hand clanc'd Procluc'd an ampler store of milk; the she-goat, Apother, and another dart; the people Not without pain, dragg'd her distended udder; Joyfully repeated lö! lö Pean! And ewes, that erst brought forth but single lambs, Elance the dart, Apollo: for the safety Now dropp'd their two-fold burthens. Blest the And health of man, gracious thy mother bore thee On which Apollo cast his favouring eye! (cattle, Envy, thy latest foc, suggested thus : But, Phæbus, thou to man beneficent,

“ Like thee I am a power immortal; therefore Delight'st in building cities. Bright Diana, To thee dare speak. How canst thou favour partial Kind sister to thy infant deity,

Those poets who write little? Vast and great New-wean'd, and just arising from the cradle, Is what I love: the far-extended ocean Brought hunted wild-gonts' heads, and branching To a small rivulet I prefer.” Apollo Of stays, the fruit and honour of her toil. (antlers Spurn'd Envy with his foot; and thus the god : These with discerning hand thou knew'st to range “ Demon, the head-long current of Euplırates, (Young as thou wast) and in the well-fram d Assyrian river, copious runs, but muddy, With emblematic skill, and mystic order, (moilets, And carries forward with his stupid force Thou show'st where towers or battlements should Polluting dirt ; his torrent still augmenting, rise,

llis ware still more dctild: mean while the nympho

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Melissan, sacred and recluse to Ceres,

Yet we are able only to survey
Studious to have their offerings well receiv'd, Dawning of beams, and promises of day.
And fit for heavenly use, froin little urns

Heaven's fuller efluence mocks our dazzled sight; Pour streams select, and purity of waters." Tuo great its swiftness, and too strong its light lö! Apollo, mighty king, let Enty

But soon the medlate clouds shall be dispellid; Ill-judging and verbose, from Lethe's lake The Sun shall soon be face to face beheld, Draw tuns unmeasurable; while thy favour In all his robes, with all his glory on, Administers to my ambitious thirst

Seated sublime on his meridian throne.
The wholesome draught from Aganippe's spring Then constant Faith and boly Hope shall die,
Genuine, and with soft murmurs gently rilling One lost in certainty, and one in joy :
Adown the mountains where thy daughters haunt. Whilst thou, more happy power, fair Charity,

Triumphant sister, greatest of the three,
Thy office and thy nature still the same,

Lasting thy lamp, and unconsum'd thy flame,

Shalt still survive
CHARITY.

Shalt stand before the host of Heaven confest,

For ever blessing, and for ever blest. A PARAPHRASE ON THE THIRTEENTH CHAPTER OF THE

FIRST EPISTLE TO THE CORINTHIANS.
Did sweeter sounds adorn my flowing tongue,

CUPID IN AMBUSH.
Than ever man pronounc'd, or angels sung ;
Had I all knowledge, human and divine,

It oft to many has successful been,
That thought can reach, or science can define;

Upon his arm to let his mistress lean, And had 1 power to give that knowledge birth,

Or with her airy fan to cool her heat, In all the speeches of the babbling Earth ; Or gently squeeze ber knees, or press her feet. Did Shadrach's zeal my glowing breast inspire,

All public sports, to favour young desire, To weary tortures, and rejoice in fire;

With opportunities like this conspire. Or had I faith like that which Israel saw

Ev'n where his skill the gladiator shows, When Moses gave them miracles and law :

With human bloud where the Arena Bows; Yet, gracious Charity ! indulgent guest,

There oftentimes love's quiver-bearing boy Were not thy power exerted in my breast,

Prepares his bow and arrows to destroy: Those speeches would send up unheeded prayer ;

While the spectator gazes on the sight, That scorn of life would be but wild despair ;

And sees them wound each other with delight; A tymbal's sound were better than my voice;

While he his pretty mistress entertains, My faith were form, my eloquence were noise.

And wagers with her who the conquest gains ; Charity, decent, modest, easy, kind,

Slily the god takes aim, and hits his heart,
Softens the high, and rears the abject mind,

And in the wounds he sees he bears his part.
Knows with just reins and gentle hand to guide
Betwixt vile shame and arbitrary pride.
Not soon provok'd, she easily forgives;
And much she suffers, as she much believes.

ENGRAVED ON A COLUMN IN THE
Soft peace she brings where-ever she arrives;

CHURCH OF HALSTEAD IN ESSEX; She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives ; Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even, THE SPIRE OF WHICH, BURNT DOWN BY LIGHTNING, WAI And opens in each heart a little Heaven.

REBUILT AT THE EXPENCE OF MR. SAMUEL FISKE, Each other gift, which God on man bestows,

1717. Its proper bound and due restriction knows; To one fixt purpose dedicates its power,

View not this spire by measure given
And, finishing its act, exists no more.

To buildings rais'd by common hands :
Thus, in obedience to what Heaven decrees, That fabric rises high as Heaven,
Knowledge shall fail, and prophecy shall cease ; Whose basis on devotion stands.
But lasting Charity's more ample sway,

While yet we draw this vital breath,
Nor bound by time, nor subject to decay,

We can our faith and hope declare ; In happy triumph shall for ever live,

But charity beyond our death And endless good diffuse, and endless praise receive. Will ever in our works appear.

As, through the artist's intervening glass, Best be he call'd among good men, Our eye observes the distant planets pass,

Who to his God this column rais'd:
A little we discover, but allow

Though lightning strike the dome again,
That more remains unseen, than art can show : The man, who built it, shall be prais'd:
So, whilst our mind its knowledge would improve, Yet spires and towers in dust shall lie,
(Its feeble eye intent on things above)

The weak efforts of human pains;
High as we may, we lift our reason up,

And Faith and Hope themselves shall die, By Faith directed, and confirm'd by. Hope: While deathless Charity remains.

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