THE PROGRESS OF LOVE. IN FOUR ECLOGUES. I. UNCERTAINTY. To Mr. Pop E. II. HOPE. To the Hon. GEORGE DODDINGTON. HI. JEALOUSY. To EDWARD WALPOLE, Efq; IV. POSSESSION. To the Right Hon. the Lord Viscount COBHAM. UNCERTAINTY. ECLOGUE I. To Mr. POPE. POPE, to whofe reed beneath the beachen shade, The Nymphs of Thames a pleas'd attention paid; While yet thy Mufe, content with humbler praife, Warbled in Windfor's grove her fylvan lays; Though now, fublimely borne on Homer's wing, Of glorious wars and godlike chiefs the fing: Wilt thou with me revifit once again The crystal fountain, and the flowery plain? Wilt thou, indulgent, hear my verfe relate The various changes of a lover's state; And, while each turn of paffion I purfue, Afk thy own heart if what I tell be true? To the green margin of a lonely wood, His flock, far off, unfed, untended, lay, No fenfe of intereft could their mafter move, But, though his voice was mute, his looks complain'd; "For whom, retir'd, I fhun the reforts gay "Of fportful cities, and of pompous courts; "In vain I bid the restlefs world adieu, "To feek tranquillity and peace with you. "Though wild Ambition, and destructive Rage, "No factions here can form, no wars can wage: "Though Envy frowns not on your humble fhades, "Nor Calumny your innocence invades : "Yet cruel Love, that troubler of the breaft, "Too often violates your boafted reft.; "With inbred ftorms difturbs your calm retreat, "And taints with bitternefs each rural fweet. "Ah lucklefs day! when firft with fond furprize "On Delia's face I fix'd my eager eyes! Then in wild tumults all my foul was toft, "And |