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Where Love presides, still may she bear the prize, But rigid law has neither ears nor eyes ; Charms to which Mars and Hercules would bow, Minos and Rhadamanthus disavow : Justice, by nothing biass’d or inclin'd, Deaf to persuasion, to temptation blind, Determines w out favour, and the laws O’erlook the parties, to decide the cause. What then avails it that a beardless boy Took a rash fancy for a female toy ? Th' insulted Argives with a numerous hoft Pursue revenge, and seek the Dardan coast: Though the gods built, and though the gods defend, Those lofty towers the hostile Greeks ascend, Nor leave they till the town in alhes lies, And all the race of royal Priam dies. The queen of Paphos mixing in the fray Rallies the troops, and urges on the day, In person in the foremost ranks she stands, Provokes the charge, directs, assists, commands: Stern Diomed, advancing high in air His father'd javelin, strikes the heavenly fair ; The vaulted skies with her loud shrieks resound, And high Olympus trembles at the wound. In causes just should all the gods oppose, "Twcre honest to dispute ; fo Cato chose. Dismiss that plea, and what shall blood avail ? If beauty is deny’d, shall birth avail ? Blood and high deeds in distant ages done, Are our forefathers merit, not our own.
Might none a just possession be allow'd,
which takes from me, may force from
And O may Beauty never want reward
TO MY LORD LANSDOWNE,
Τ Η Ε
BOMBARDING AND BURNING THE TOWN
OF GRANVILLE IN NORMANDY.
Troy bury'd lies, yet lives the Trojan name ;
* The arms of his family, at that time still remaining on one of t.ie gates of the town.
Safe on thy * eagle's wings they foar, above
TO MY FRIEND DR. GARTH,
His danger is the danger of mankind,
* Created a Count of the Roman empire, with privilege to quarter his arms on the Imperial Spread Eagle, in acknowledgment of his bravery at the relief of Vienna, and several other occasions in the war of Hungary, where his lordihip ferved a volunteer.
I lov’d Myra, Myra me;
Nothing wanting but possessing ;
Tortures end me,
Death befriend me;
FL A V I A.
Her Gardens having escaped a Flood that had
destroyed all the Fruits of the Ground in her Neighbourhood.
HAT hands divine have planted and protect,
The torrent Ipares, and deluges respect; So when the waters o'er the world were fpread, Covering each oak, and every mountain's head,