How oft' his godfhip had been drunk; Or bravely beat a faucy dun. He fwore, drank, whor'd, fung, danc'd with spirit, And o'er each pleafing topic ran; 'Till Phyllis figh'd, and own'd his merit, Ye bards, on verfe let Phœbus doat, ODE on Ambition. By the Same. HE mariner, when first he fails, While his bold oars the sparkling surface sweep, With new delight, tranfported hails The blue expanded skies, and level deep. Such young Ambition's fearless aim, Pleas'd with the gorgeous scene of wealth and power, 7 In the gay morn of early fame, Nor thinks of evening ftorm, and gloomy hour. Life's opening views bright charms reveal, Feed the fond wifh, and fan the youthful fire. But woes unknown those charms conceal, And fair illufions cheat our fierce defire. There Envy fhows her fullen mien, With changeful colour, grinning fmiles of hate. High on a mountain's lofty brow, 'Mid clouds and storms, has Glory fix'd her feat Rock'd by the roaring winds that blow, The lightnings blast it, and the tempests beat. Within the fun-gilt vale beneath, More moderate Hope with fweet Contentment dwells, To better genius ever blind, That points to each in varied life his share, Our native powers we fcorn to know ; With ftedfaft error ftill the wrong pursue ; Inftruct our forward ills to grow; While fad fucceffes but our pain renew. In vain heaven tempers life with sweet, Few can on Grandeur's ftage appear, Where rocks unnumber'd lúrk beneath the main, Then happiest he, whose timely hand G ODE to FAN CY. By the Same. I. ILDING with brighter beams the vernal skies, Now haftes the car of day to rife. Youth, and Mirth, and Beauty leads In golden reins the sprightly steeds, With wanton Love that rolls his sparkling eyes. Morpheus, Morpheus, no more Thy poppies, cropt on Lethe's margin, fhed 'Tis time to break thy leaden rod, But come, thou woodland Nymph, along; Fancy, ever fair and free; Or on beds of roses playing, ́· Daughter of fweet Liberty: H. Through all the ivy-circled cave And rock'd their smiling babe to rest. To kifs thy lips, the bees, a murmuring throng, With bufy wings, unnumber'd flew ; For thee, from every flower their tribute drew, And lull'd thy flumbers with an airy fong. Come, in thy heav'nly woven veft, With which the paints the sky, III. Me, III. Me, sweet enchantress deign to bear O'er mifty hills, and curling clouds we ride, Thro' hail and rain, and vapours go; Where is treafur'd up the fnow: Where fleeps the thunder in its cell; Where the swift-wing'd light'nings dwell; Unnumber'd worlds that float in æther spy, And mountains, fhores, and feas descry. Have, in according chime, And fair proportion, rolling round, With each diviner found Attentive Silence, pierc'd thy list'ning ears ; Unheard by all, but those alone Whom to wisdom's fecret throne The Muse, with heav'n-taught guidance, deigns to bring, In thy airy car, pervade, Where Plato's raptur'd fpirit holds its folemn feat. VOL. IV. T IV. But, |