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But Ycapes e’en Innocence his harih harangue ? | A Preturile rocks that witneled once my flame,

Formid to make pleaders laugh, his nonsense Did piteous lazars oft attend her door? IS thunders,

15 She gave-farewel the parent of the poor. And, on low juries, breathes contagious blunders. Youth, age, and want, once cheer'd, now lighing His brothers blash, because no blush he knows, Nor e'er" “ one wncorrupted finger fhows." Bless her lov'd name, and weep a last farewel. See, drunk with power, the circuit-lord exprest! Full, in his eye, his betters ftand confest ; Whose wealth, birth, virtue, from a tongue fo loose, 'Scape pot provincial, vile, buffoon abuse.

V A L EN TINE'S DAY. Still to what circuit is aflign'd his name, There, swift before him, flies the warner-Fame.

Α Ρ Ο Ε Μ. Cortest stops fhore, Consent yields every cause 25 To Cost: Dclay, endures them, and withdraws. But how 'scape prisoners? To their trial chain'd, Als, all shall stand condemn’d, who stand arraign'd. TO A YOUNG WIDOW LA D Y. Dire guilt, which else would detestation cause, Prejudgod with insult, wonderous pity draws. 30

Return'd my and echo'd Alas !--e’en innocence itself must hang;

name! Mult hang to please him, when of spleen poffeft; Cambria, farewel !--my Chloe's charms no more Must hang to bring forth an abortive jest.

Invite my steps along Llanelly's fore; Why liv'd he not ere Star-chambers had fail'd, 35 There no wild dens conceal voracious foes, 3 When fine, tax, cenfure, all but law prevailid; The beach no fierce, amphibious monster knows; Or law, subfervient to some murderous will, No crocodile there flesh'd with prey appears, Became a precedent to murder still?

And o'er that bleeding prey weeps cruel tears; Yet ev'n when patriots did for traitors bleed,

No false hyæna, feigning human grief, (10 Was e'er the jobb to such a slave decreed, 40 There murders him, whose goodness means relicf : Whole favage mind wants fophist-art to draw,

Yet tides, conspiring with unfaithful ground, D'er murder'd virtue, fpecious veils of law?

Though distant seen, with treacherous arms, surWhy, Student, when the bench your youth round. admits;

There quickfands, thick as beauty's snares, annoy, Where, though the worst, with the best rank'd he Look fair to tempt, and whom they tempt, destroy. fits ;

I wacch'd the stas, I pac'd the sands with care, 15 Where found opinions you attentive write,

45 Escap'd, but wildly rulh'd on beauty's snare. As once a Raymond, now a Lee to cite,

Ah!-better far, than by that snare overpow'rd, Why pause you scornful when he dins the court ?

Had sands engulf'd me, or had seas devour'd. Note well his cruel quirks, and well report. Far from that shore, where fyren-beauty dwells, Let his own words against himself point clear

And wraps sweet ruin in refiftless spells ;
Satire more sharp than verse when most severe. 50 From Cambrian plains; which Chloe's lustre

boast,
Me native England yields a safer coast.
Chloe, farewel!

-Now seas, with boisterous pride, Ε Ρ Ι Τ Α Ρ Η Divide us, and will ever far divide :

(25 Yet while each plant, which vernal youth resumes, Oy Mrs. JONES, Feels the green blood ascend in future blooms;

While little feacher'd fongsters of the air Grandmother to Mrs. BRIDGET JONES, of Llanelly In Woodlands tuneful woo and fondly pair, in Caermarthenshire.

The Mufe exults, to beauty tunes the lyre,

And willing Loves the swelling notes inspire. 30 her, whose relicks mark this sacred earth, Sure on this day, when hope attains success,

Shone all domestic and all social worth : Bright Venus first did young Adonis bless. Firft, heaven her hope with early offspring crown'd; Her charms not brighter, Chloe, Cure than thine ; And thence a second race role numerous round. Though flush'd his youth, not more his warmth Heaven to industrious virtue blefling lent, 5

than mine. And all was competence, and all content. Sequefter'd far within a myrtle grove, 35

Though frugal care, in Wisdom's eye admir'd, Whose blooming bofom courts retiring love; Knew to preserve what industry requir'd; Where a clear sun, the blue ferene displays, Yet, at her board with decent plenty blest, And fheds, through vernal air, attemper'd rays; The journeying stranger fat a welcome guest. 10 Where flowers their aromatic incense bring, Prelt on all sides, did trading neighbours fear And fragrant flourish in eternal spring; Ruin, which hung o'er exigence fevere?

There mate to mate each dove responsive coos, Farewel the triend, who spar'd th' asliftant loan- While this assents, as that enamour'd woos, A neighbour's woe or welfare was her own. There rills amulive, send from rocks around,

A solitary, pleasing, murmuring found; • Wben Page one unsorrupted finger foows. Then form a limpid lake. The lake serene

D. of WHARTON,' Reflects the wonders of the blissful icene.

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To love the birds attune their chirping throats, What joys they both receive and both bestow, And on each breeze immortal music floats. Virgins may guess, but wives experienc'd know; There seated on a rising turf is seen,

From joys, like these, (ah, why deny'd to me?) Graceful, in loose array, the Cyprian queen; 50 Sprung a frel, blooming boy, my fair, from thee. All fresh and fair, all mild, as Ocean gave May he, a new Adonis, lift his crest,

115 The goddess, rising from the azure wave; In all the florid grace of youth confeft! Dithevel'd locks distil celestial dews,

First let him learn to lisp your lover's name, And all her limbs, divine perfumes diffuse, (55 And, when he reads, here annual read my flame. Her voice so charms, the plumy, warbling throngs, When beauty first shall wake his genial fire, In listening wonder lost, suspend their songs. And the first tingling sense excite delire; It sounds-—" Why loiters my Adonis ?"--cry,

When the dear object, of his peace pofseft, " Why loiters my Adonis;"-rocks reply. Gains and still gains on his unguarded breast: “ Oh, come away !”--they thrice, repeating, say; Then may he say, as he this verse reviews, And Echo thrice repeats,—"Oh,come away!"-60 Somy bright mother charm'd the poet's Muse. [125 Kind zephyrs waft them to her lover's ears;

His heart thus fiutter'd oft 'twixt doubt and fear, Who, instant at th' inchanting call, appears. Lighten'd with hope, and fadden'd with despair, Her placid eye, where sparkling joy refines, Say, on some rival did she smile too kind? Benignant, with alluring luftre thines. [65 Ah, read--what jealousy distracts his mind! His locks, which, in loose ringlets, charm the view Smild she on himn? He imag'd rays divine ; Float careless, lucid from their amber hue. And gaz'd and gladden 'd' with a love like mine. 130 A myrtle wreath her rosy firgers frame,

How dwelt her praise upon his raptur'd congue ! Which, from her hand, his polish'd temples claim; Ah!-when the frown'd, what plaintive notes he His temples fair, a streaking beauty stains,

fung ! As smooth white marble shines with azure veins. 70 Andcould the frown on him-Ah, wherefore, tell! He kneeld. Her snowy hand he trembling seizd, On him, whose only crime was loving well ? Just lifted to his lip, and gently squeez'd;

Thus may thy fon his pangs with mine compare, The meaning squeeze return'd, love caught its lore Then with his mother had been kind as fair. -136 And enter'd, at his palm, through every pore. [75 for him may love the myrtle wreath entwine; Then swell’d her downy breasts, till then enclosid, Though the fad willow fuits a woe like mine! Fast heaving, half-conccald and half-expos’d: Ne'er may the filial hope, like me, complain! Soft she reclines. He, as they fall and rise,

Ah! never sigh and bleed, like me in vain !- 140
Hangs, hovering o'er them, with enamour'd eyes, When death affords that peace which love denies,
And, warm'd, grows wanton—As he thus admir'd, Ah, no!—far other scenes my fate supplies;
He pray'd, he touch'd, and with the touch was When earth to earth my lifeless cor fe is laid,
fir'd.

80 And o'er it hangs the yew or cypress fhade :
Half-angry, yet half-pleas'd, her frown beguiles When pale I Ait along the dreary coast,
The boy to fear; but, at his fear, he smiles. An helpless lover's pining plaintive ghoft;
The youth less timorous and the fair less coy,

Here annual on this dear returning day,
Supinely amorous they reclining toy.

While feather'd choirs renew the melting lay; More amorous still his fanguine meaning stole 85 May you, my fair, when you these Itrains shall see, In wistful glances, to her softening foul : Just spare one figh, one tear, to love and me, 150 In her fair eye her softening foul he reads : Me, who, in absence or in death, adore To freedom, freedom, boon, to boon, fucceeds. Those heavenly charms I muit behold no more.. With conscious blush,th'impassion'd charmer burns; And, blush for blush, th' impaffion'd youth returns.

They look, they languilh, ligh with pleasing pain, 91 TO JOHN POWELL, Ese. And with and gaze, and gaze and with again. 'Twixt her white, parting bosom steals the boy,

BARRISTER AT LAW. And more than hope preludes tuniultuous joy;

TN me long absevt, long with anguish fraught, Through every vein the vigorous traniport ran, 95: L in me, though silence long his deadend thought, Strung every nerve, and brac'd the boy to man

Yet memory lives, and calls the Muse's aid, Struggling, yet yielding, half u'erpower'd, the To snatch our friendihip from oblivion's shade. pants,

As soon the sun fhall ccase the world co warm, 5 Seems to deny, and yet, denying, grants. As soon Llanelly's * Fair that world to charm, Quick, like the rendrils of a curling vine, (100 As grateful sense of goodness, true like thine, Fond limbs with limba, in amorous folds, entwine. Shalle'er defert a breast so warm as mine. Lip, press on lips, careling and careít,

When imag'd Canıbria strikes my memory's eye, Now eye darts tlame to eye, and breait to breast,

(Cambria, my darling scene !) I, fighing, cry, All ihe refiens, as dear defires incite,

Where is my Powell? dear affociate ! - where? And rapt he reach'd the brink of full delight. To hini I would unbolom every care; Her waist compress’d in his exulting arms, 105 To him, who carly felt, from beauty, pain; He storms, explores, and rifles a l her charnis,

Gall'd in a plighted, faithless virgin's chain. Clasps in ecitatic bliss th' expiring hir,

At length, from her ungenerous fetters, freed, 15 And, thrilling, melding, nelling, riots there.

Again he loves! he woos! his hopes succeed! Haw long the rapture lasts, how soon it fleets, How oft it pauses, and how oft repcats;

* Mrs. Bridget Jones.

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But the gay bridegroom, still by fortune croft, Then weds with Tame; and these, London, Is, in:tant, in the weeping widower loft.

fee Her, his fole joy! her, irom his bosom torn, Swelling with naval pride, the pride of thee ! What feeling heart, but learns, like his, to Wide, deep, unsullied Thames, meandering: moura?

lides : Can nature then, such fudden ft ocks, fuftain? And bears thy wealth on mild majestic tidęs. 10 Nature thus ftruck, all reason pleads in vain ! i hy nips, with gilded palaces that vie, Though late, from reason yet he draws reliei, In glittering pomp, arike wondering China's Dwells ou her memory; but dispels his grief.

eye; Love, wealti, and fame (tyrannic passions all!) | And thence returning bear, in splendid state, No more entame hin, ad no more enthral, 26 To Britain's merchants, India's eastern freighta He seeks no inore, in Rufus' hail, renown; India, her treasures from her western shores, 15 Nos envies Pelt the jargon of the gown;,

Due at thy feet, a willing tribute pours ; But pla;'d with competence, on rural plains, Thy warring wavies distant nations awe, His wildom courts that ease his worth obtains. 30 And bid the world obey thy righteous law. Would private jari, which ludden rise, encrease? | Thus ftine thy marly fons of liberal mind; His candour smiles all li:cord into peace.

Thy change deep-buried, yet as courts refin'd; To party storins is public wcal refignd? Councils, like fenates, that enforce de bate, Each teady patriot-virtue steers his mind. With Huent eloquence and reason's weight, Calin, on the beach, while maddening billows Wiose patriot virtue, lawless power controls ;

35 Their British einulating Roman souls. He gains philosophy from every wave;

Of these the worthiest still felected stand,

25 Science, iron every object round, he draws; Still lead the senate, and Hill fáve the land : From various nature, and from nature's laws. Social, not selfin, here, O Learning, trace He lives o’er every past historic age;

Thy friends, the lovers of all human race ! He calls forth ethics from the fabled page. 40 In a dark bottom funk, O Bristol now, Hirn evangelic truth, to thought excites; With native malice, lift thy lowering brow! 30 And him, by turns, each classic Muse delights, Then as some hell-born sprite in-mortal guise, With wit well-natur’d; wit, that would disdain Borrows the fhape of goodness and belies, A pleafure rising from another's paina ;

All fair, all finug, to yon proud hall invite, Social to all, and moft of blifs poilet, 45

To feato all sirangers ape an air polite ! When moft he renders all, around him, bleft: From Canbrią drai'd, or England's western To unread 'squires illiterately gay ;

coaft,

35 Among the learn'd, as learned full as they ; Not clegant, yet costly banquets boast! With the polite, all, all-accomplim'd ease, Revere, or seem the stranger to revere ; By nature for m’il, without deceit, to please. 50 Praiie, fawn, profess, be all things but sincere ; Thus shines thy youth; and thus my friend, Infidious now, our bosom-feçrets steal, elate

And thete with fly farcạitic faeer reveal. In bli's as well as worth, is truly great.

Prefent we meet thy sneaking treacherous smiles; Me ftill should ruthless fate, unjust, expofe

The harmless abfent still thy Incer reviles; Beaeath those clouds, that rain unnunaber'd Such as in thee all parts superior find, woes;

The sneer that marks the fool and knave come Me, to some nobler sphere, should fortune

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When melting pity would afford relief. To wealth conspicuous, and to laurel'd praise ;

The ruthless sneer that insult adds to grief. Unalter'd yet be love and friendship mine ; What friend ihip çanit chou boast? what honours I till am Chloe's, and I still am thine.

claimi? To thee each franger owes an injúrid name. What smiles thyfon: must in their foes excite!

Thy fons, to wloin all difeord is delight; LONDON AND BRISTOL

From whom cternal mutual railing flows;

Who in each other's crimes, their own expose : * DE LINE ATED.

Thy fons, though crafty, deaf to wisdom's call; WO fea-port cities mark Britannia’s fame,

Despising all men, and despis'd by all ;

Ride as thy rocks, and muddy as thy waves, claim. What different honours shall the Muses pay,

Of thoughts as narrow as of words immenfe,

As full of turbulence as void offense?
While one inspires and one untunes the lay?
Now Silver Itis brightening flows along,

Thee, tlace, what fenatorial fou}; adorn !

5 Echoing from Oxiord shore each classic long ;

Thy natives fure would prove a fenate's scorn.co
Do strangers deig! to serve thee; what their

praite? * The author preferr'd this sitle to that of Lor-Their generrus services thy murmurs raise, don and Bristol compared; which, when he began what hend malign, that o'er thy air presides, stis Piece, he intended to prefix io is,

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And, as he glides, there featters in a trice 65 Bid the large lawless fine his fate foretel;
The lurking feeds of every rank device?

Bid it beyond his crime and fortune fwell ; let oreign youths to thy indentures run! Cut off from service due to kindred blood, Each, each will prove, in thy adopted fon, To private welfare and to public good, Proud!, pert, and dullthough brilliant once Pitied by all, but thee, he sentenc'd lies; 95 from schools,

Imprison d languishes, imprifou'd dies. Will fcorn all learning's as all virtues ruless And, though by nature friendly, honeft, brave, Turn a sly, selfish, fimpering, iharping knave. Boaft petty-courts, where 'stead of Huent cale, Of cited precedents and learned pleas; Stead of fage counsel in the dubious cause, 75 Attornies, chattering wild, burlesque the laws (So thameless quacks, who doctors rights invade, Boast swarming vessels, whose plebeian fate (Of jargon and of poison form a trade.

Owes not to mercharts but mechanics freight So canting coblers, while from tubs they teach,

Boaft nought but pedlar-feet-in war's alarme, Buffoon the gospel they pretend to preach.) 80 Boaft petty courts, whence rules new rigour Beast thy base * Tolsey, and thy turn-fpit dogi,

Unknown to glory, as unknown to arms. draw,

Thy | Halliers horses and thy human hogs : Unknown to Nature's and to Statute-law ;

Upstarts and mushrooms, proud, relentless Quirks that explain all saving rights away,

bearts; To give th' attorney and the catchpoll prey. Thou blank of sciences ! thou dearth of arts ! Is there where law too rigorous may deicend, 85 Such foes as learning once was doom'd to see! Or charity ber kindly hand extend? Thy courts, that, shut when pity would redress, Huns, Goths, and Vandali, were but types of

thee.

106 Spontaneous open to intiict diitress.

Proceed, great Bristol, in all-righteous ways, Try misdemeanours all thy wiles employ,

And let one Justice heighten yet thy praise ; Not to chastife th' offender, but destroy ; 90 Still spare the catamite, and swinge the whore,

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TO THE HONOURABLE
SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE,
Written at Moor.Park, June, 1689.

I.
VIR
IRTUF, the greatest of all monarchies !

Till, firit emperor rebellious man

Depos'd from of his seat,
It fell, and broke with its own weight
Into small Nates ar.d principalities,

Ry many a petty lord posessid,
But ne'er since feated in one single breafi!

'Tis you who must this land subdue,
The mighty conquest's left for you,
The conquest and disvovery too ;
Search out this Utopian ground,
Virtue's Terra Incognita,

Where none ever led the way,
* A place cohere the merchants wfed 10 Feet is
trarfrict their affairs before the Exchange caseretta I
ed. See Gentleman's Magazine, Vol. XII. p. 496.

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Norever since but in descriptions found, Virgil and Epicurus will not do,
Like the philosopher's stone,

Their courting a retreat like you,
With rules to search it, yet obtain'd by none, Uulefs I put in Cæsar's learning too :

Your happy frame at occe controls
II.

This great triumvirate of fouls.
We have too long been led aftray ;

V.
Too long have our misguided fouls been taught Let not old Rome boaft Fabius' fate;

With rules from musty morals brought, He fav’d his country by delays,
"Tis you must put us in the way;

But you by peace.
let us (for Thame!) no more be fed

You bought it at a cheaper rate;
With antique reliques of the dead, Nor has it left the usual bloody scar,
The gleanings of philosophy,

To thew it cost its price in war;
Philosophy, the lumber of the schools,

War! that mad game the world to loves to play,
The roguery of alchemy ;

And for it does so dearly pay ;
And we, the bubbled, fools,

For, though with loss or victory a while
Spend all our present life in hopes of golden

Fortune the gamefters does beguile, rules,

Yet at the last the box sweeps all away.
III.

VI.
But what does our proud ignorance Learning

Only the laurel got by peace
call ?

No thunder e'er can blaft:
We oddly Plato's paradox make good,

Th’ artillery of the skies
Our knowledge is but mere remembrance all ;

Shoots to the earth, and dies ; Remembrance is our trcaiure and our Nor ever green and fiourishing 't will last, food;

Nor dipt in blood, nor widows' tears, nor ose Nature's fair table-book, our tender souls,

phans' cries. We scrawl all o'er with old and empty rules,

About the head crown'd with these bays,
Stale memorandums of the schools ;

Like lambent fire the lightning plays ;
For Learning's mighty treasures look Nor, its triumphal cavalcade to grace,
In that deep grave a book ;

Makes up its solemn train with death ; Think that the there does all her treasures bides It melts the sword of war, yet keeps it in the And that her troubled ghost still haunts there

heath. fince me dy’il.

VII.
Confine her walks to colleges and schools ;

Her priefts, her train, and followers shew The wily shifts of state, those jugglers' tricks,
As if they all wure fpectres too!

Which we call deep designs and politicks
They purchase knowledge at th' expence (As in a theatre the ignorant fry,
Of common breeding, common sense,

Because the cords escape their eye,
And grow at once scholars and fools;

Wonder to see the motions fly);
Aited ill-manner'd pedantry,

Methinks, when you expose the scene, Rudeness, ill-naturc, incivility,

Down the ill-organ'd engines fall ;
And, fick with dregs of knowledge grown, Off fly the vizards, and discover all :
Which greedily they swallow down,

How plai:) I see through the deceit !
Stil cast it up, and nauseate company,

How shallow, and how gross, the cheat !

Look where the pully's tied above !
IV.

Great God! (said I) what have I feen!

On what peor engines inove
Cursi be the wretch! nay doubly curft! The thoughts of monarchs, and dergns of states!
(If it may lawful be

What petty motives rule their fates!
To curse our greatest enemy)

How the mouse makes the mighty mountain Who learnt bimtelf that heresy first

Lake! (Which lince has seiz'd on all the rest) The mighty mountain labours with its birth, That ki owledge forfeits all humanity;

Away the frightend peasants fly, Tauglit us, like Spaniards, to be proud and poor, Scard at th' unheard-of prodigy,

A d Hing our scraps Lefore our docr! Expect some great gigantic son of earth; Thrice happy you have 'scap'd this general peft;

Lol it appears! Tholé miglity ep thets, learn’d, good, and great, See how they tremble ! how they quake! Which we ne'er join'd before, but in romajices Out starts the little beast, and mocks their idle meet,

fears. We find in you at läft united grown.

VIII.
You cannot.be compar'd to one:
I mest, like him that painted Veçus' face," Then tell, dear favourite Muse!
Borrow from every one a grace ;

What ferpent's that which till resorts,
Still lurks in palaces and courts ?

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