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What care, what rules your heedless charms shall fave,
Each nymph your rival, and each youth your slave?
Against your fame with fondness hate combines,
The rival batters, and the lover mines.
With diftant voice neglected Virtue calls,
Less heard and less, the faint remonftrance falls;
Tir'd with contempt, she quits the slip'ry reign,
And Pride and Prudence take her seat in vain.
In crowd at once, where none the pass defend,
The harmless Freedom, and the private Friend.
The guardians yield, by force superior ply'd ;
By Int'reft, Prudence; and by Flatt'ry, Pride.
Now beauty falls betray'd, despis'd, distress'd,
And hiffing Infamy proclaims the reft.

Where then shall Hope and Fear their objects find?
Must dull Suspence corrupt the stagnant mind?
Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate,
Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate ?
Must no dislike alarm, no wishes rise,
No cries attempt the mercies of the kies?
Enquirer, cease, petitions yet remain,
Which heav'n may hear, nor deem religion vain.
Still raise for good the supplicating voice,
But leave to heav'n the measure and the choice,
Safe in his pow'r, whose eyes discern afar
The secret ambush of a specious pray'r.

* Ver. 346-366.

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Implore his aid, in his decisions reft,
Secure whate’er he gives, he gives the best.
Yet when the sense of sacred presence fires,
And strong devotion to the skies aspires,
Pour forth thy fervours for a healthful mind,
Obedient paflions, and a will resign'd;
For love, which scarce collective man can fill ;
For patience sov'reign o'er tranímuted ill;
For faith that panting for a happier seat,
Counts death kind Nature's signal of retreat:
These goods for man the laws of heav'n ordain,
These goods he grants, who grants the pow'r to gain ;
With these celestial Wisdom calms the mind,
And makes the happiness she does not find.



ED by the jocund train of vernal hours

And vernal airs, uprose the gentle May; Blushing she rose, and blushing rose the flow'rs

That sprung spontaneous in the genial ray. Her locks with heav'n's ambrosial dews were bright,

And am'rous zephyrs flutter'd on her breast : With ev'ry shifting gleam of morning light The colours shifted of her rainbow vest.

Imperial ensigns grac'd her smiling form,

A golden key, and golden wand she bore; This charms to peace each sullen eastern storm,

And that' unlocks the Summer's copious store.

Onward in conscious majefty she came,

The grateful honours of mankind to taste; To gather faireft wreaths of future fame,

And blend fresh triumphs with her glories past.

Vain hope! no more in choral bands unite

Her virgin vot'ries, and at early dawn, Sacred to May and Love's mysterious rite,

Brụsh the light dew-drops a from the spangled lawn.

To her no more Augusta's b wealthy pride

Pours the full tribute from Potofi's mine;
Nor fresh-blown gaşlands village maids provide,

A purer off'ring, at her rustic shrine.

No more the Maypole's verdant height around

To Valour's games th' ambitious youth advance ; No merry bells and tabors' sprightlier found

Wake the loud carol, and the sportive dance.

Alluding to the country custom of gathering May-dew. The plate garlands of London.

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Sudden in pensive sadness droop'd her head,

Faint on her cheeks the blushing crimson dy'dO! chalte victorious triumphs, whither fled ?

“ My maiden honours, whither gone?" she cry'd.

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Ah! once to fame and bright dominion born,

The Earth and smiling Ocean saw me rise, With time coeval and the star of morn,

The first, the fairest daughter of the skies.

Then, when at heay'n's prolific mandate sprung

The radiant beam of new-created day, Celestial harps, to airs of triumph ftrung,

Haiļd the glad dawn, and angels call'd me MAY.

Space in her empty regions heard the found,

And hills, and dales, and rocks, and vallies rung; The fun exulted in his glorious round,

And shouting planets in their courses sung.

For ever then I led the constant year ;

Saw Youth, and Joy, and Love's enchanting wiles ; Saw the mild Graces in


appear, And infant Beauty brighten in my smiles.

No Winter frown'd. In sweet embrace ally'd,

Three fifter Seasons danc'd th' eternal green ;
And Spring's retiring softness gently vy'd
With Autumn's blush, and Summer's lofty mien.


Too soon, when man prophan'd the bleflings giv'n,

And Vengeance arm'd to blot a guilty age,
With bright Aftrea to my native heav'n

I fled, and Aying faw the Deluge rage:
Saw burfing clouds eclipse the noontide beams,

While founding billows from the mountains rollid,
With bitter waves polluting all my streams,

My nectar'd streams, that fow'd on sands of gold. Then vanquish'd many a sea-girt isle and grove,

Their forests floating on the wat’ry plain : Then, fam’d for arts and laws deriv'd from Jove,

My Atalantis – sunk beneath the main. No longer bloom'd primeval Eden's bow'rs,

Nor guardian dragons watch'd the Hesperian fteep: With all their fountains, fragrant fruits and flow'rs,

Torn from the continent to glut the deep.
No more to dwell in sylvan scenes I deign'd,

Yet oft descending to the languid earth,
With quick’ning pow'rs the fainting mass sustain'd,

And wak'd her flumb'ring atoms into birth.
And ev'ry echo caught my raptur’d name,

And ev'ry virgin breath'd her am'rous vows, And precious wreaths of rich immortal fame,

Show'r’d by the Muses, crown'd my lofty brows.

See Plato,


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