The God, who does in Caves conftrain the Winds, Can with a Breath their clam'rous Rage appeafe; They fear his Whistle, and forfake the Seas.

Yet once indulg'd, they fweep the Main,
Deaf to the Call, or hearing hear in vain.
They, bent on Mifchief, bear the Waves before,
And not content with Seas, infult the Shore ;
When Ocean, Air, and Earth at once ingage,
And rooted Forefts fly before their Rage:
At once the clashing Clouds to Battel move,
And Lightnings run across the Fields above.
In Times of Tempeft they command alone,
And he but fits precarious on the Throne. Dryd. Ovid
Zolus, to whom the King of Heav'n

The Pow'r of Tempefts, and of Winds has giv'n:
Whofe Force alone their Fury can restrain,

And smooth the Waves, or fwell the troubled Main.
The Jailor of the Wind,

Whofe hoarse Commands his breathing Subjects call;
He boasts and blufters in his empty Hall.
Dryd. Virg.

ETNA

Mount Etna thence we fpy,

Known by the fmoaky Flames which cloud the Sky.
By Turns a pitchy Cloud the rowls on high;
By Turns hot Embers from her Entrails Ay,
And Flakes of mounting Flames that lick the Sky.
Oft from her Bowels maffy Rocks are thrown,
And, fiver'd by the Force, come piece-meal down.
Oft liquid Lakes of burning Sulphur flow,
Fed from the fiery Springs that boil below.
Enceladus, they fay, transfix'd by Jove,
With blafted Wings came tumbling from above;
And where he fell, th' avenging Father drew
This flaming Hill, and on his Body threw :-
As often as he turns his weary Sides,

He shakes the folid Ifle, and Smoke the Heav'n hides.

[Dryd. Virg.

As when the Force

Of Subterranean Wind transports a Hill,
Torn from Pelorus, or the shatter'd Side
Of thund'ring Etna, whofe combustible
And fuel'd Entrails thence conceiving Fire,
Sublim'd with min'ral Fury aid the Winds,
And leave a finged Bottom all involv'd
With Stench and Smoke.

AFFECTIONS.

Milt.

How great a Toil to ftem the raging Flood, When Beauty stirs the Mass of youthful Blood? When the fwoln Veins with circling Torrents rife, And fofter Paflions fpeak thro' wishing Eyes.

The Voice of Reason's drown'd; in vain it speaks, When hafty Anger dies the gloomy Cheeks; And vengeful Pride hurries the Mortal on To Deeds unheard, and Cruelties unknown.

Then 'gan the Palmer thus; Most wretched Man, That to Affections does the Bridle lend :

In their Beginning they are weak and wan, But foon, through Suff'rance, growe to fearfull End ; Whiles they are weak, betimes with them contend:

For when they once to perfect Strength do growe, Strong Warres they make, and cruel Batt'ry bend, 'Gainft Fort of Reafon it to overthrowe :

Wrath, Jealousy, Grief, Love, this Squire have laid thus lowe.

Wrath, Jealoufy, Griefe, Love, do thus expell: Wrath is a Fire, and Jealoufy a Weede ;

Griefe is a Flood, and Love a Monster fell. The Fire of Sparke, the Weed of little Seed, The Flood of Drops, the Monster Filth did breed: But Sparks, Seed, Drops, and Filth do thus decay; The Sparks foon quench, the fpringing Seed out-weed,

The

The Drops dry up, and Filth wipe clean away;
So fhall Wrath, Jealoufy, Griefe, Love, die and de-

But you may fhun Diseases baleful Pow'r,
Nor pine away in an untimely Hour;
Morofe old Age, incurable Disease,

Stalks on, and foon does the frail Being seize ;
Tir'd with himself, he Company defires,
Which fcornful flies, for Company he tires.
Now pensive on his Staff he walks alone,

Too confcious what himself in Youth has done :
So chang'd his Country, that he seems to stand
An useless Gazer in a foreign Land.

So chang'd himself, he's fcarce the wither'd Shade
Of the proud Thing in Robes of Glory clad.
Edward, once active as the joyful Sun,

Loaded with Years himself, but loads a Throne.
The Rays fo languid, and the Shadows great,
Almost his English with their Sun was fet.
* A fordid Woman's bufy Projects stain
The splendid Annals of that martial Reign.
Still fome Remains of Blifs old Age enjoys;
But Time voracious those Remains deftroys,
'Till it can nought but naked Life devour:
For this the Dotard weeps, and dreads th'approaching
(Hour.
Grim Death, regardlefs, knows not how to fave,
But drags the trembling Prey to his ungrateful Cave.

But oh! on what imperceptible Strings
Depends th'inconftant State of human Things!
That Face, in which the Gods might take Delight,
Is now grown hideous, and forfakes the Sight.

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With

Alice Pierce.

With cruel Scythe, inexorable Time

Mows down her youthly Bloom and Beauty's Prime.
Now wrinkly Age begins to draw his Plow

On that once-fmooth, once-fnowy, fpacious Brow.
Now, where her Teeth took up their Iv'ry-Seat,
Is all an empty Space, or Scene of Jet.

Her Head, which once with golden Treffes flione,
Is filver'd o'er with Hairs but thinly fown:
And now the Flame, which on my Marrow prey'd,
Begins to languifh; and the Heat's decay'd.
Phyllis no more can now her Charms employ,
But damps Defire, and frights the Cyprian Boy:
Deform'd, the cures the Wound her Beauty gave
And the, whofe Eyes could kill me, now can fave.
[Rowe Callip
The Four AG ES of the World.

GOLDEN AGE.

The Golden Age was firft, when Man yet new,
No Rule, but uncorrupted Reafon, knew;
And with a native Bent did Good purfue.
Unforc'd by Punishment, unaw'd by Fear,
His Words were fimple, and his Soul fincere
Needlefs was written Law, where none opprefs'd:
The Law of Man was written in his Breaft.
No fuppliant Crowds before the Judge appear'd,
No Court erected yet, nor Caufe was heard ;
But all was fafe, for Confcience was their Guard.
The Mountain Trees in diftant Profpect please;
E'er yet the Piné defcended to the Seas;
s;
E'er Sails were fpread new Oceans to
And happy Mortals, unconcern'd for
more
Confin'd their Wishes to their native Shore.

No Walls were yet, nor Fence, nor Moat, nor Mound ;
Nor Drum was heard, nor Trumpet's angry Sound;
Nor Swords were forg'd; but void of Care and Crime,
The foft Creation flept away their Time.

The teeming Earth, yet guiltlefs of the Plough,
And unprovok'd, did fruitful Stores allow.

Content

Content with Food which Nature freely bred,
On Wildings and on Strawberries they fed:
Cornels and Bramble-berries gave the rest,
And falling Acrons furnish'd out a Feast.

The Flow'rs unfawn, in Fields and Meadows reign'd,
And Western Winds immortal Spring maintain'd.
In following Years, the bearded Corn enfu'd
From Earth unask'd, nor was that Earth renew'd,
From Veins and Vallies Milk and Nectar broke,
And Honey sweated thro' the Pores of Oak.

SILVER AGE.

But when Good Saturn, banish'd from above, Was driv'n to Hell, the World was under Fove & Succeeding Times a filver Age behold, Excelling Brafs, but more excell'd by Gold. Then Summer, Autumn, Winter, did appear, And Spring was but a Seafon of the Year. The Sun his annual Course obliquely made, Good Days contracted, and enlarg'd the bad. The Air with fultry Heats began to glow, The Wings of Winds were clogg'd with Ice and Snow : And fhiv'ring Mortals, into Houfes driven, Sought Shelter from th' Inclemency of Heaven. Their Houfes then were Caves, or homely Steds, With twining Oziers fenc'd, and Mofs their Beds. Then Ploughs for Seed the fruitful Furrows broke, And Oxen labour'd firft beneath the Yoke.

BRAZEN AGE.

To this came next in Course the Brazen Age,. A warlike Off-fpring, propt to bloody Rage, Not impious yet.

IRON AGE.

Hard Steel fucceeded then,

And stubborn, as the Metal, were the Men.

Truth,