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Fluth'd with refiQless charms he fir'd to love 'Twas here one nown, the gaudies of the May,
Each uvmph and little Dryad of the grove; The itill, the secret, silent hour of day,
For fift? Viitkan pird not to employ

Beneath a lofty tulip's ample shade
Her utmu? art to rear the princely boy;

Sát the young lover and th' inmortal maid. Esch limple limb shc swath'd, and tender bone, They thought ail fairies flept, ah, luckless pair! iod to the Elfin Aandard kept himn down; Hid, but in vain, in the fur's noon-tide glare ! She robh d dwar -cldirs of their fragrant fruit, When Albion, leaning on his Kenna's brealt, And fed him early with the daily's root,

Thus all the softness of his Toul expril: Whence through his veins the powerful juices tan,

"All things are hushid. The sun's meridian rays Aad form'd in beauteous miniature the man.

· Vuil the horizon in one mighty blaze : Yet till, two inches taller than the reit,

· Nor ninon nor star in heaven's blue orch is seen His losty port his human birth confetti

« With kindly rays to filver o'er the green, A foot in height, how lately did he show!

• Grateful to fairy eyes, they surret take How look superior on the crowd below!

• Their rest, and only wretched mortals wake, What kni ht like him could toss the rushy lance !

• This dead of day I fly to thee alone, Who move so graceful in the nozy dance!

• A worlal to me, a multitude in one. à hape to nice, or fearures half so fair.

Oh, sweet as dew-drops on these flowery lawns. We'f could boafe! or fuch a flow of hair !

· When the sky opens, and the evening dlawns ! B-i he Kenna faw, a princess born to reign, Add fit the charnier burn in every vein.

Straight as the pink, that towers so high in air,

Scart as the blow-bell! as the daisy, fair! St., beirufs to this empire's potent lord,

Bleft be the hour, when firt I was convey'd Pransit like the stars, aud next the moon ador'd.

' An infant captive to this bl.lsful shade! Sle, whom at distance thrones and princcdoms

• And bleit the hand that did my form refine, view'd,

• And shrunk my stature to a match with thine! To whom proud Orreland Azuriel sued,

• Glul for thee renounce the royal birih, lo her high palace lanzuit 'd, void of joy,

• And all the giant-daughters of the earth. And pad in secret for a mortal boy.

{ Then, if thy breast with equal ardor burn, He too was smitien, and difçreitly stroje

Renounce thy kind, and love for love return. By courtly deeds to gain the vir in's love.

. So from us tu'r, coobin'd by nuptial ties, Por her ne cull'd the faircft flowers that grew, " A race unknown of demi-gols shall rise. Ere erorting suns had drain'd their fragrant dew; • o speak my love! my vows with vows repay,

chac'd the ho.net in his niid-day flight, ' And sweetly swear iny rising fears away.' And brought her glow-worms in the noon of To whom the shining azure of her cyes night;

More brighten'd) thusth' enamoured maid replies: When on ripe fruits she call a wishing eye,

• By all the stars, and first the glorious moon, Did ever Albion think the tree too high !

' I swear, and by the head of Oberon. He how'd her where the pregnant goldtinch hung,

• A dreadful oath! no prince of fairy line And the wren-m ther brooding o'er her young; Shalle'er in wedlock plight his vows with nine. To her th'inscription on their eggs he read,

Where-e'er my footsteps in the dance are seen, (Admire, ye clerks, the youth whoin Milkah bred)

May toadstools rise, and mildews blast the green, To her he show'd each herb of virtuous juice,

May the kcen caft-wind blight my favourite Their powers distinguish'd, and describ'd their

flowers, use :

· And snakes and spotted adders haunt my bowers. All vain their powers, alas ! to Kenna prove,

Confind whole ages in an hemlock shade And well sung Ovid, "There's no herb!or love."

“There rather pine I a neglected maid, Aswhen a ghost, enlarg'd from realms below,

Or worfe, exil'd from Cynthi's gentle rays, Seeks its old friend to tell fomc fccret woe,

Parch in the sun a thousand summer-days, The poor face shivering stands, and must not

"Than any prince, il princc of fairy line, break

' In facred wedlock plight his vows with mine.' His painful Glence till the mortal speak : So far'd it with the little love-lick maid,

She ended, and with lips of rosy hue Forbid to utter, what her eyes betray'd.

Dipp'd five times over in ambrosial dew,

Stifled his words. When from his covert reard, He saw her anguish, and reveals his flame,

The frowning brow of Oberon appear'd.
And spar'd the bluihes of the tongue-tyd dame.
The day would fail me, thould I reckon o'er

A fun-flower's trunk was near, whence (killing The fighs they lavilh'd, and the oaths they swore

light!) In words to niciting, that compar'd with tliofc

The monarch issued, half an ell in height:

Full on the fair a furious look he aft, The nicelt courtthip of terrestrial beaux Would found like compliments, from country that through the woodland echoei far and wide,

Nor spoke; but gave his bu le-horn a blait clowns To red-check'd sweet-hearts in their home-spun And drew a farm of lubjects to his side.

A hundred cholen knights, in war renown'd, guwns.

Drive Albiou banith'd from the facred ground; All in a lawn of many a various hue A bed or dowers (a fairy fores) grew;

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And twice ten myriads guard the bright abode s, Along its banks the pigny legions spread
Where the proud king, amidst his demi-gods, She (pies, and haughty Oriel at their head.
For Kenna's sudden bridal bids prepare,

Soon with wrongd Albion's name the hot she And to Azuriel gives the weeping fair

fires, If fame in arms, with ancient birth combin'd, and counts the ocean's god among his fires ; A faultless beauty, and a spotless mind,

The ocean's god, by whom íhali le o'erthrows, 'To love and praise cap generous fouls incline, (Styx heard his oath) the tyrant Oberon That love, Azuriel, and that praise, was thine. See here bencach a toaditool's deadly gloom Blood, only less than royal, fill'd thy veins, • Lies Albion : him the fates your leader doon. Proud was thy roof, and large thy'air domains. Hear, and obey ; 'tis Neptune's powerful cail, Where now the kies high Holland-house invades, By him Azuriel and his kiog thall fall.' Aud short-liv'd Warwick (adden'd all the thades, She said. They bow'd: and on their fhickke Thy dwelling stood: nor did in him afford

up-bore A nobler owner, or a lovelier lord.

With Mouts their new.saluted emperor. For thee a hundred fields produced their store, I!v'n Oriel smil'd: at least to smile he Arove, And by iny name ten thoutand vaffals swore; And hopes of vengeance triumph'd over tove

. So lov'd thy name, that, at the monarch's choice, See now the mourner of the lonely shade Ail fairy flouted with a general voice.

By gods protected, and hy hosts obey'd, Oriel alone a secret rage supprest,

A lave, a chief, by fickle fortune's play, That from his bofoni heav'd the golden vest. In the short course of one revolving day. Along the banks of Thame his empire rau, What wonder if the youth; so strangely blek, Wide was his range, and populous his clan. Felt his heart flutter in his little brealt! When cleanly fervants, if we trust old tales, His thick embattled troops, with secret pride, Belide their wages had good fairy vails,

He views extended half an acre wide; Whole heaps of silver tokens, nightly paid, Mose light he treads, more light he seems tordt The careful wife, or the neat dairy-maid, And ftruts a straw-breadth ncarer to the kies. Sunk not his flores. With smiles and powerful O for thy Muse, great Bard, * whose lofty frus bribes

In battle join'd the Pigmies and the Cranes! He gain'd the leaders of his neighbour tribes, Each gaudy knight, had I that warmth divine, andere the right the face of hcaven had chang'd, Lach colour'd legion in my verse should fbine. Beneath his banners half the firies rang’d. But simple I, and innocent of art,

Meanwhile, driven back to earth, a lonely way The tale, that footh'd my infant years, impart, The chearless Albion wanderid half the day, The cale I heard whole winter-eves, unuir'd, A long, long journey, choak'd with brakes and And fing the battles, that my vurse inspir'd. thorns,

Now the shrill corn-pipes, echoing load to arma Ill-measured by ten thousand barley-corns. To rank and file reduce the traggling iwaniu Tir'd out at length, a spreading stream he spy'd, Thick rows of spears at once, with sudden glasty Fed by old Thame, a daughter of the tide: A grove of necdles, glitter in the air ; 'Twas then a spreading Itream, though now, its 1.oose in the winds small ribbon-streamers flow, fame

Dipt in all colours of the heavenly-bow, Obscur'd, it bears the Creek's inglorious name, And the gay hot, that now its march pursoet, And creeps, as through contracted bounds it frays, Gleams o'er the ineadows in a thousand hues A leap for boys in theie degenerate days.

On Buda's plain, thus formidably hright, On the clear crystal's verdant bank he stood, Shone Asia's sons, a pleasing dreadful light. And thrice lookid backward on the fatal wood, In various robes their filken troops were feed And thrice hegroan d, and thricehe best his breaft, The blue, the red, and prophet's Sacred green And thus in tears his kindred gods addrest. When blooming Brunswick, near the Daneb

• If true, ye watery powers, my lineage came food, • From Neptune mingling with a mortal dame, First Gain'd his maiden (word in Turkith blood • Down to his court, with coral garlands crown'd, Unseen and filent march the low brigades • Ihrough all your grattos wafe my plaintive Through pathless wilds, and unfrequented thad sound,

In hope already vanquish'd by surprize, • And urge the god, whose trident shakes the earth, In Albion's power the fairy empire lies; • To grace his offspring, and assert my birth." Already has he seized on Kenna's charms, He said. A gentle Naiad heard his prayer,

And the glad beauty trenibles in his armus. And, touch'd with pity for a lover's care, The march concludes: and now in prolpe Shoots to the sea, where low beneath the rides

near, Old Neptune in th' unfathom'd deep regides. But fenc'd with arms, the hostile towers appear, Rouz'd at the news, the fea's ftern sultan swore For Oberon, or Druids falsely fing, Revenge, and scarce from present arms forbore ; Wore his prime visier in a magic ring, But firit the nymph his harbinger he sends, A fubtle spright, that opening plots foretold And to her care the favourite boy commends. By sudden dimness on the beamy gold. As through the Thames her backward course the guides,

* Ms. Addison. Driv'n up his current by the refluent tides,

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Hence, in a crescent form'd, his legions bright With one stern frown the wide-Spread deep deform.s,
With beating bosoms waited for the fight; And works the madding ocean into storms.
To charge their foes they march, a glittering band, O'er foaming mountains, and through bursting
And in their van doth bold Azuriel ftand.

tides, What rage that hour did Albion's foul possess, Now high, now low, the bounding chariot rides, Let chiess imagine, acd let lovers guess!

Tillthrough the Thames in a loud whirlwind's roar Forth issuing from his ranks, that trove in vain It shoots, and lands him on the destin'd More. To check his course, athwart the dreadful plain Now fix'd on earth his towering stature stood, He frides indignant : and with haughty crics Hung o'er the mountains, ando'erlook'd the wood, To fingle fight the fairy prince defics.

To Brumpton's grove one ample Atride he took, Forbear! rash youth, th' unequal war to try ; (The valleys trembled, and the forests shook) Nor, sprung from mortals, with immortals vic. The next huge step reach'd the devoted shade, No god fands ready to avert thy doom,

Where choak'd in blood was wretched Albion laid : Nor yet thy grandfire of the waves is come. Where now the vanquish'd with the victors join'do My words arc vain--no words the wretch can Beneath the regal banners stood combin'd. move,

Th' embattled dwarfs with rage and scorn he By beauty dazzled, and bewitched by love :

past, He longs, he burns, to win the glorious prize, And on their town his eye vindi&tive cast. And sees no danger, while he sees her eyes. In deep foundations his strong crident cleaves,

Now from each host the eager warriors start, And high in air th' up-rooted empire heaves; And furious Albion flings his hasty dart.

On his broad engine the vast ruin hung, Twas feacher'd from the bee's transparent wing, which on the foe with force divine he fiung: And its fhaft ended in a hornet's sting!

Aghalt the legions, in th’approaching shade, But, tost in rage, it fiew without a wound, Th’inverted {pires and rocking domes survcy'd High o'er the foc, and guiltless pierc'd the ground. That downward tumbling on the host below Not fo Azuriel's : with unerring aim,

Cruth'd the whole nation at one dreadful blow. Too near the needle-pointed javelin came, Towers, arms, nymphs, warriors are together loft, Drove through the seven-fold Thield, and filken | And a whole empire falls to sooth fad Albion's veft,

ghoft. And lightly ras'd the lover's ivory breast.

Such was the period, long restrain'd by fate,
Rouz'd at the smart, and riling is the blow, And such the downfall of the fairy state.
With his keen sword he cieaves his fairy foe, This dale, a pleasing region, not unbleft,
Sheer from the Moulder to the waist he cleaves, This dale posleft they; and had still possett;
And of one arm the tottering trunk bereaves. Had not their monarch, with a father's pride,

His useless steel brave Albion wields no more, Rent from her lord th' inviolable bride,
But iterniy smiles, and thinks che combat o'er: Ralh to diffolve the contract seal'd above,
So had it been, had aught of mortal strain, The solemn vows and sacred bonds of love.
Or less than fairy, felt the deadly pain.

Now, where his elves so sprightly danc'd the round, Bat empyrcal fornis, howe'er in fight

No violet breathes, nor daily paints the ground, Gath'd and dismember'd, calily unite.

His towers and people fill onc common grave, As fome frail cup of China's purest niold,

A shapeless ruin, and a barreu cave. With azure varnish'd, and bedropt with gold, Beneath huge hills of smoking piles he lay, 'Though broke, if cur'd by some nice virgin's hands, Stunn'd and confounded a whole lumimer's day, In its old strength and pristine beauty stands ; At length awak'd (for what can long restrain The tumults of the boiling bohea braves,

Unbody'd spirits !) but awak'd in pain : And holds secure the coffee's fable waves :

And as he saw the desolated wood, So did Azuriel's arm, if fame say true,

And the dark den where once his empire food, Rejoin the vital trunk whence first it grew; Grief chill'd his heart: to his half-open'd eyes And, whilst io wonder fix'd poor Albion stood, In every oak a Neptune seem'd to rise : Plung d the curs’d fabre in his heart's warm blood. He fled: and left, with all his trembling peers, The golden broidery, tender Milkah wove, The long possession of a thousand years. The breast, to Kenna facred and to love,

Through bush, through brake, through groves Lie rent and mangled: and the gaping wound

and gloomy dales, Pours out a flood of purple on the ground. Through dank and dry, o'er Ireams and filowery The jetty lustre fickens in his eyes ;

vales, On his cold cheeks the bloomy freshness dies; Direct they fled; but often look'd behind, • Oh Kenna, Kenna, thrice he try'd to say, And stopt and started at each ruftling winde • Kenna, farewel!' and figh'd his soul away. Wing'd with like fear, his abdicated bands

His fall the Dryads with loud fhricks deplore, Disperse and wander into different lands. By fifter Naiads echo'd from the shore,

Part hid beneath the Peak's deep caverns lie, Thence down to Neptune's secret realms convey'd, In filcnt gloom, impervious to the sky : Through grotts, and glooms, and many a coral Part on fair Avon's margin seek repose, shade.

Whose streams o'cr Britain's midmost region flows, The sea's great fire, with looks denouncing war, Where formidable Neptunc never came, The trident Makes, and monats the pearly car : And seas and occans are but known by fame :

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ray'd,

Some to dark woods and secret shade retreat : Nor knows, whileround he views the rising scenes,
And some on nonntains choose their airy seat. He builds a city as he plants his greens.
There haply by the ruddy damsel seen,

With a sad pleasure the aërial maid
Or shepherd boy, they featly foot the green, This image of her ancient realms survey'd,
While froin their steps a circling verdure springs: How chang’d, how fall’n from its primæval fate!
But fly from towns, and dread the courts of hings. Yet here each noon, the hur her lover dy'd,

vean-while Kenna loth to quit the grove, Each moon his folemin obsequies the pays Hung o'er the body of her breathless love, And leads the dance beneath pale Cynthia's rays ; Try'd every art, (vain arts!) to change his doom, Pleas'd in these shades o head her fairy train And vow'd (vain vows !) to join him in the tomb. And grace the groves where Albion's kinsmen What could me do ? the sates alike deny

teign. The dead to live, or fairy forms to die. An herb there grows (the same old * Honier

tells Ulysses bore to rival Circe's spells?

TO A LADY BEFORE MARRIAGE. Its root is ebon-b'ack, but fends to light A stem that bends with flowrets milky w'ite, Moly the plant, which Gods and fairies know.

With charms to win, and feníc to fix the But secret kept from mortal men below.

heart! On his pale limbs its virtuous juice she shed, By thousands fought, Clotilda, canst thou free And murniur'd mystic numbers o'er the dead, Thy crowd of captives, and defcend to me? When lo! the little shape by magic power Content in shades obscure to waste thy life, Grew less and less, contracted to a flower; A hidden beauty, and a country wise. A flower, that first in this sweet garden smild, Q! listen while thy summers are my theme, To virgins sacred, and the snow-drop Nyld. Ah! sooti thy partner in his waking dream! The new-born plant with sweet iegret the In some small hamlet on the lonely plain, view'd,

Where Thames, through meadows, rolls his muzy Warm’d with her sights, and with her tears be

train ; dew'd,

Or where high Windsor, thick with greens 2* Its ripened feeds from bank to bank convey'd, And with her lover whiten'd half the shade. Waves his old oaks, and spreads his ample fades Thus won from death, each spring the fees him Fancy has figur'd out our calm retreat; grow,

Alicady round the visionary seat And glories in the vegetable snow,

Our limes begin to foot, our flowers to spring, Which now increas'd through wide Britannia's The brooksto murmur, and the birds to ling. plains,

Where doft thou lie, thou thinly-peopled green? Its parent's warmth and spotless name retains, Thou nameless lawn, and village yet unseen? First leader of the flowery race afpites,

here fons, contented with their native ground, And foremost catches the iun's gerial tires, Ne'ir trivel'd further than ten furlongs round; 'Mid frosts and snows triumphant dares appear, and the tann'd peasant, and his suddy bride, Mingles the reasons, and leads on the year. Were born together, and together died. Delerted now of all the pigmy race,

Where early larks best tell the morning light, Nor man nor fairy touch'd this guilty place. And only Philomel difurbs the night; In heaps on heaps, for many a rolling age, 'Midlt gardens here my honlle pile shall rise, It lay accurs’d, the mark of Neptune's rage, With sweets surrounded, of ten thousand dies; Till great waffan recloath'd the desart shade,

Al savage where th' embroider'a gardens end, Thence sacred to Britannia's monarch's made.

The haunt of echoes, shall my woods ascend; 'Twas then the green-rob'd nymph, fair Kenna, Andoh! if heaven th' ambitious thought approve

riil fhall warble cross the gloomy grove, (Kennathat gave theneighbouringtown its name.) A little rill, o'er pebbly heds convey'd, Proud when the law th’e nobleu garden shine, Gülh dowu the iteep, and glitter through the With nymphs and heroes of her lover's line,

glade. She vow'd to grace the mansions once her own,

What chearing fcents those, bordering banksek : And picture out in plants the fairy town.

hale ! To far-fam'd Wise her flight unicen the sped, How loud that heifer lows from yonder vale ! And with gay profpe&is fill'd the crafelman’s head, That thruth how thrill! his note to clear, fo high, Soft in his fancy drew a pleasing scheme,

He drown's each feather'd minstrel of the sky. And plann'd that landskip in a morning dream.

Here let me irace, bencath the purpled morn, With the sweet view the fire of gardens fir'd,

The deep-mouch'd beagle, and the fprightly horn ; Attempts the labour hy the nymph inspir'd,

Or lure the trout with well-diffembled fies, The walls and streets in rows of yew designs,

Or fetch the futtering partridge from the skics. And forms the town in all its ancient lines ;

Nor shall thy hand dilain to crop the vine, The corner trees he lifts niore high in air,

The downy peach, or flavour'd nectarine ; hand girds the palace with a verdant square ; Or rob the bee-live of its golder: hoard, * Odyfl. Lib. x

And bear th' unbought luxuriance to thy board.

canie,

Sometimes

Sometimes my books by day shall kill the hours, Thee will l.fing, in comely wainscot bound,
While from thy needle rise the filken flowers, And golden verge encloting thee around ;
And thou, by turns, to eale my leeble fight,

The faithful horn before, from age to age,
Resume the volume, and deceive the night. Preferving thy invaluable page ;
Oh! when I mark thy twinkling eyes oppreit, Bi hind, thy patron saint in armour shines,
Sose whispering, let me warn my love to rest ; With sword and lance, to guard thy sacred lines:
Then watch thee charm’d, while tleep locks Beneath his courfer's feet the dragon lies
every senso,

Transbx'd ; his blood thy scarlet cover dies; Aod to sweet heaven commend thy innocence, Th' intructive handle's at the bottom fix'd, Thus reign'd our fathers o'er the rurai fold, Left wrangling critics fhould pervert the text. Wile, hale, and honest in the days of old;

Or if to ginger-bread thou shalt descend, Till courts arole, where substance pays for show, And liquorith learning to thy babes extend; And specious joys are bought with real woc. Or sugar'd plane, o'erspreari with beaten gold, See Mlavia's pendants, large, well-spread, and

Does the licet treasure of thy letters hold; right,

Thou Nill fhult be my long—Apollo's choir 'The ear that wears them hears a fool each night : I fcorn t’invoke; Cacimus my verse inspire : Mark how th embroidered colonel fueaks away,

'Twas Cadmus who the first materiais brought To thun the withering dame that made him gay ;

Of all the learning which has lince been taught, hat krave, to gain a title, lost his fame : Soon made compleat, for mortais ne'er thall kiolv That rais'd his credit by a daughter's ihame ;

More than conein d of old the Christ-cross row; This coxcomb's ribband cost him half his land, What masters dietate, or what doctors preach, Andoaks unuumber d, bought that foola wand. Wife matrons hence, e'en to our children teach : Foad man, as all his sorrows were too sew, But as the name of every plant and flower Acquires fi range wants that nature never knew, So coinnon that each peasant knows its power) By mi night lamps he emulates the d y,

Physicians in mysterious cant express, And sleeps, perverse, the chearful suns aw.ly;

T'amuse their patient, and enhance their sets ; From çoklets high-embolt, his wine must glide,

So from the letters of our native congue, Round his cios d fight the gorgeous curtain slide ; | Put in Greck scrawis, a mystery too is sprung, Fi uits cre their time to grace his pomp niult risus

Schools are crecied, puzzling grammars made, And three untated courses glut his eyes.

and artful men strike out againful trade; I'or this are nature's gentle calls with food, Strange characters adorn the learned gate, The voice of conscience, and the bonds of blood; And heedless youth catch at the Mining hait ; This wildom thy reward for every pain, .

The pregnant boys the noisy charms declare, And this gay glory all thy mighty gain.

ind * Tau's, and Delta's, make their mothers Fair phant mis wmo'd and scorn’d from age toage,

stare ; Since bard's began to laugh, or pricits to rage.

Th' uncommun sounds amaze the vulgar ear, Ad yet jut curse on man's aspiring kind,

And what's uncommon never costs too dear, Prene to anbition, to example blind,

Yet in all tung!es the horn-book is the same, Our childrcris' children thall our steps pursue, Taught by the Grecian master, or the English And the fame errors be for ever new.

dame. Viean while in hope a guiltleis country fiain, But how fall I thy endlcfs virtues tell,

Myreed with warblings chears th’imagin'd plain. In which theu doft all other books excell? | Hail humble shades where truth and filence dwell! No grcaly thumbs thy ipotless leaf can loil,

11.0u noily town, and faithless court, farewell! Nor crooked dors-ears thy (mooth corners fpoil; Carewell ambition once my

rling flame! In idle pa: es no errata stand, The thirit of lucre, and the charm of fame! To tell the blunders of the printer's hand : In life', by-road, that winds through paths un- No fulfome dedication here is writ, known,

Nor flattering verle, to praise the author's wit :
My days, though number'd, thall be all my own. The margin with no tedious notes is vex’d,
Here hali they end (O! night they twice beyin; Nor various reading to confound the text :
And all be white the fates intend to spin. All parties in thy literal fenfu agree,

Thou perfect centre of concordancy!
Search we the records of an ancient date,

Or read what modern histories relate,
A POEM IN PRAISE OF THE HORN-BOOK. They all proclaim what wonders have been done

by the pluin letters takers as they run:

† Too high the floods of paflion us'd to roll, Magni Magna pairant, nos non nisi ludicra

"ind rend the woman youth's impatient soul; -Podagra hæc otia fecit.” His hatly anger lurpin'd scenes of blood, LAIL! ancient book, molt venera' le code !

And frequent deaths of worthy men ensued :

" In vain were all the weaker methods try'd, The huge unnumber'd volumes which we tee,

5 None could fuffice to stem the furous tive, By lazy plagiaries, ate fol'n from thee.

* The Greek letters T, A Pre future times, to thy fufficient more,

+ The advice given to uguftus, by Athenodoa Skali ne'er preiune to jud ale letter more.

Tis the civic philosopher. Yob. V.

WRITTEN UNDER AFIT OF TIIE GOUT.

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