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How oft' his godship had been drunk;
What melting maids he had undone ;
How oft' by night had ftorm'd a punk,
Or bravely beat a faucy dun.

He swore, drank, whor'd, sung, danc'd with spirit,
And o'er each pleasing topic ran;
'Till Phyllis figh'd, and own'd his merit,
The Captain's sure a charming man.

Ye bards, on verse let Phcbus doat,
Ye shepherds, leave your pipes to Pan,
Nor verse nor pipe will Phyllis note.
The Captain is the charming man.

O DE on Ambition.

By the Same.

He mariner, when first he fails,

While his bold oars the sparkling surface sweep,

With new delight, transported hails The blue expanded skies, and level deep.

Such young Ambition's fearless aim,
Pleas’d with the gorgeous scene of wealth and power, i

In the gay morn of early fame,
Nor thinks of evening storm, and gloomy hour.

Life's opening views bright charms reveal, Feed the fond wish, and fan the youthful fire.

But woes unknown those charms conceal, And fair illusions cheat our fierce defire.

There Envy shows her fullen mien,
With changeful colour, grinning smiles of hate.

There Malice stabs, with rage serene ;
In deadly filence, treacherous Friendships wait.

High on a mountain's lofty brow, 'Mid clouds and storms, has Glory fix'd her seat;

Rock'd by the roaring winds that blow, The lightnings blaft it, and the tempefts beat.

Within the sun-gilt vale beneath, More moderate Hope with sweet Contentment dwells,

While gentler breezes round them breathe, And softer showers refresh their peaceful cells.

To better genius ever blind,
That points to each in varied life his share,

Man quits the path by heaven design'd,
To search for bliss among the thorns of care.

Our native powers we fcorn to know ; With stedfat error still the wrong pursue :

Instruct our forward ills to grow ; While sad successes but our pain renew.

In vain heaven tempers life with sweet,
With flowers the way, that leads us home, bestrews,

If dupes to passion, and deceit,
We drink the bitter, and the rugged chuse.

Few can on Grandeur's stage appear,
Each lofty part with true applause faftain,

No common virtue safe can fteer,
Where rocks unnumber'd lúrk beneath the maini

Then happiest he, whose timely hand
To cool Discretion has the helm resign'd;

Enjoys the calm, in sight of land,
From changing tides secure, and trutless wind.

O D E to 'FAN CY.

By the Same.


ILDING with brighter beams the vernal skies,

Now haftes the car of day to rise.
Youth, and Mirth, and Beauty leads
In golden reins the sprightly steeds,
With wanton Love that rolls his sparkling eyes.



Morpheus, no more
Thy poppies, cropt on Lethe's margin, shed
Around thy languid poet's head.

Thou drowsy god,
'Tis time to break thy leaden rod,

And give thy slumbers o'er.
But come, thou woodland Nymph, along:

Mistress of the vocal song,

Fancy, ever fair and free;
Whether on the mountains Atraying,
Or on beds of roses playing,
Daughter of sweet Liberty:

Through all the ivy-circled cave
Soft music at thy birth was heard to found.

The graces danc'd thy bower around, ,
And gently dipt thee in the silver wave.

With blossoms fair thy cradle drest,

And rock'd their smiling babe to reft. To kiss thy lips, the bees, a murmuring throngi ! With busy wings, unnumber'd flew; For thee, from every flower their tribute drew, And lulld thy slumbers with an airy fong.

Come, in thy heav'nly woven vest,
That Iris' hand has ting'd in every dye,

With which the paints the sky,
Flowing o'er thy zoneless break.


11. Me,

Me, sweet enchantress deign to bear

O'er the seas, and thro' the air ;

O'er the plains extended wide,
O'er mifty hills, and curling clouds we ride,

Now mounting high, now sinking low,
Thro' hail and rain, and vapours go;

Where is treasur'd up the snow:
Where sleeps the thunder in its cell ;

Where the swift-wing'd lightnings dwell ;
Or where the bluft'ring storms are taught to blow.

Now tread the milky way;
Unnumber'd worlds that float in æther fpy,
Among the glittering planets ftray,

To the lunar orbit Ay,
And mountains, fhores, and seas descry.
Now catch the mufic of the spheres ;

Which, since the birth of time,

Have, in according chime,
And fair proportion, rolling round,

With each diviner sound
Attentive Silence, pierc'd thy lift'ning ears ;
Unheard by all, but those alone

Whom to wisdom's secret throne
The Muse, with heav'n-taught guidance, deigns to bring,
To trace the sacred paths with hallowed feet ;
Or, Fancy, who the mystic shade,

In thy airy car, peryade,
:: Where Plato's raptur'd spirit holds its folemn seat.


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