XVI.

O beft of wives! O dearer far to me
Than when thy virgin charms,
Were yielded to my arms,

How can my foul endure the lofs of thee?
How in the world, to me a defart grown,
Abandon'd and alone,

Without my

fweet companion can I live?

Without thy lovely finile,

The dear reward of every virtuous toil,

What pleasures now can pall'd Ambition give? Ev'n the delightful fenfe of well-earn'd praife, Unfhar'd by thee, no more my lifelefs thoughts could raife.

XVII.

For my diftracted mind

What fuccour can I find?

On whom for confolation fhall I call?

Support me, every friend;

Your kind affiftance lend,

To bear the weight of this oppressive wot.
Alas! each friend of mine,

My dear departed love, fo much was thine,
That none has any comfort to bestow.

My books, the best relief

In every other grief,

Are now with your idea fadden'd all :

Each favourite author we together read

My tortur'd memory wounds, and speaks of Lucy dead.

XVIII. We

XVIII.

We were the happiest pair of human kind:
The rolling year its varying course perform'd,
And back return'd again;
Another and another smiling came,

And faw our happiness unchang'd remain :
Still in her golden chain

Harmonious Concord did our wishes bind:
Our ftudies, pleasures, tafte, the fame.
O fatal, fatal stroke,

That all this pleafing fabric Love had rais'd
Of rare felicity,

On which ev'n wanton Vice with envy gaz'd,
And every scheme of blifs our hearts had form'd,
With foothing hope, for many a future day,
In one fad moment broke!

Yet, O my foul, thy rifing murmurs stay;
Nor dare the all-wife Difpofer to arraign,
Or against his fupreme decree

With impious grief complain.

That all thy full-blown joys at once should fades Was his moft righteous will-and be that will obey'd. XIX.

Would thy fond love his grace to her control,

And in these low abodes of fin and pain

Her pure exalted foul

Unjustly for thy partial good detain ?

No-rather strive thy groveling mind to raise
Up to that unclouded blaze,

That

That heavenly radiance of eternal light,
In which enthron'd the now with pity fees
How frail, how infecure, how flight,
Is every mortal bliss;

Ev'n Love itself, if rifing by degrees
Beyond the bounds of this imperfect state,
Whofe fleeting joys fo foon must end,
It does not to its fovereign good afcend.
Rife then, my foul, with hope elate,
And seek thofe regions of ferene delight,
Whofe peaceful path and ever-open gate
No feet but thofe of harden'd Guilt fhall mifs.
There death himself thy Lucy fhall restore,
There yield up all his power e'er to divide you more.

V ER S E S,

MAKING PART OF

AN EPITAPH ON THE SAME LADY.

MA

ADE to engage all hearts, and charm all eyes;
Though meek, magnanimous; though witty,
wife;

Polite, as all her life in courts had been;
Yet good, as the the world had never feen;
The noble fire of an exalted mind,
With gentle female tendernefs combin'd.
Her fpeech was the melodious voice of Love,
Her fong the warbling of the vernal grove;

Her

Her eloquence was sweeter than her fong,
Soft as her heart, and as her reason strong;
Her form each beauty of her mind exprefs'd,
Her mind was Virtue by the Graces dress'd.

HORACE. BOOK IV. O DE IV.

A

S the wing'd minifter of thundering Jove,

To whom he gave his dreadful bolts to bear,

Faithful affiftant of his mafter's love,

King of the wandering nations of the air,

II.

When balmy breezes fann'd the vernal sky,
On doubtful pinions left his parent nest,
In flight effays his growing force to try,
While inborn courage fir'd his generous breast;

III. Then

*First printed with Mr.Weft's tranflation of Pindar. See the Preface to that gentleman's Poems.

In the rape of Ganymede, who was carried up to Jupiter by an eagle, according to the Poetical Hiftory.

III.

Then, darting with impetuous fury down,
The flocks he flaughter'd, an unpractis'd foe ; ;
Now his ripe valour to perfection grown.
The fealy fnake and crefted dragon know:

IV..

Or, as a lion's youthful progeny,

Wean'd from his favage dam and milky food, The grazing kid beholds with fearful eye, Doom'd first to ftain his tender fangs in blood:

V.

Such Drufus, young in arms, his foes beheld,
The Alpine Rhæti, long unmatch'd in fight:
So were their hearts with abject terror quell'd;,
So funk their haughty spirit at the fight..

VI.

Tam'd by a boy, the fierce Barbarians find

How guardian Prudence guides the youthful flame,, And how great Cæfar's fond paternal mind Each generous Nero forms to early fame;

VII..

A valiant fon fprings from a valiant fire:

Their race by mettle fprightly courfers prove ; ;

Nor can the warlike eagle's active fire

Degenerate to form the timorous dove..
VIII.

But education can the genius raife,
And wife inftructions native virtue aid;,
Nobility without them is difgrace,

And Honour is by vice to fhame betray'd.

IX. Let