His tender Paffion he effay'd to prove,

In all the Rhet'rick of defpairing Love.
With Eyes averfe the let the Mortal bow,
And play'd the Goddefs, 'caufe he call'd her fo;
With this Distinction, that a Goddefs' Ear
Will ne'er refuse a fuppliant Mortal's Pray'r.
With Joy thofe Eyes, prefaging Death before,
Saw Fav'rite Puss just pass the Chamber-Door;
The Rival-Beaft drew near with hafty Steps,
Nor flay'd to ask,' but on Eliza leaps.
Between her Knees fhe took her ufual Seat,.
Nor envy'd Monarchs in their Regal State;
Displaying there with an infulting Pride,
The dapled Honours of her tabby Side;
Such mighty Transport fill'd ber fwelling Breast,
She had, but wanted Words, her Joy exprefs'd,
That Damon pray'd for what the then poffefs'd;
Rage and Despair at once invade his Soul,

And Thoughts of Vengeance Thoughts of Love

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But yet, with artful Patience he suppress'd
Thofe Tides of Paffion in his ftormy Breaft,
And calmly thrus 'Longer muft I in vain
• Solicit, what I scarce can hope to gain ?
• Muft I for ever bend this fuppliant Knee ?
• And Pufs for ever be preferr'd to me?
Goddefs! Wilt thou be found upon RecordTM

• Thave burn'd the Temple where thou wer't ador'd? To Men, if you intend to manifeft

• Yourself Divine, then grant me my Request.. . Far nobler 'tis to fpare, than to destroy, • Or Jove wou'd all his thund'ring Powers employ. • He'd prove his Anger, by his vengeant Rod,

• But while he fpares, he proves himself a God.

He faid: Inftead of Anfwer, fhe look'd down, 2
Pronouncing Malice in a haughty Frown.

His Rage at that, like Rivers under Ground,
Long Time conceal'd, at last a Paffage found.

This Breaft did once with facred Paffion burn, * But Love neglected will to Hatred turn:

. And

'And in Proportion to that former Love,
'Or lefs or greater, will that Hatred prove.

Know then, Eliza, (for you are no more,

Whom I've ador'd, as facred, heretofore) "Thou took'ft thy Godhead from this bended Knee, ''Twas I that gave thee thy Divinity;

Then I that gave it, fure can re-affume ; Yes, now I ftrip thee of that borrow'd Plume. 'Henceforth, Eliza, thou'rt no Deity,

• Nor I henceforth thy abject Votary.
'I fear no Cupid's, no Eliza's Arms,

• All those were but imaginary Charms.
'I cannot now, no, cannot, force a Sigh,
'No,-now I neither mourn, nor pine, nor die.

Tho' late, I'm freed at laft from Love's fweet Chain,
And this Breaft now knows not one pleasing Pain
Yet ftill, thou cruel, but thou, fair, Ingrate,
My Wishes ftill fhall on thy Wishes wait,
This Service fure cannot ungrateful be,
Unless 'tis fo because it comes from me.

• Howe'er

Howe'er-henceforth may't thou without Moleft • Cherish Grimalkin in thy Maiden Breast.

• O'er Hills of Rats, o'er Heaps of flaughter'd Mice, * Returning here, triumphing in her Prize; 1.

• Here let her find an easy safe Retreat

From all thofe Cares that even Conqu'rors meets For Cares they have, and many must he fear, T ⚫ Who over many Slaves is Conqueror.

• But one thing more, and then my last Farewell, A thing of great Importance let me tell, I wok ⚫ Who hugg but Cats on Earth, lead Apes in Hell.

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To the Reverend Dr. SNAP E.

ET the proud Victor, flufh'd with Conqueft

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What Numbers by his mighty Prowess fell; By you anenvy'd, boaft the Warrior's Charms, T His tatter'd Enfigns, and his captive Arms; bla

Whilft you, great Sir, far nobler Vi&'ries gain,
And- triumph not o'er Heaps of bleeding Slain.
In MARLBOROUGH's Chains Mens Bodies are confin'd,
But you lay Shackles on the Captive Mind.

Thus, what his Sword cou'd not, your Voice disarms,
For That the Pow'r deftroys, but This the Will to harm.
Feafting their greedy Ears, th' inchanted Throng
Dwells on the melting Mufick of your Tongue.
Such Eloquence muft Emulation raise,

But he comes nearest you who beft can praise.

Sauli perturbatus Animus Mufica lenitur: Or the Power of Mufick.

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OME come harmonious Sounds, come Sa[cred Lyre, With fofteft Thoughts and fofteft Words infpire

My feeble Mufe; affift ye Heav'nly Throng,

And raise with loftier Strains an humble Song.
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