Oh! happy on your breast to lie,

As that bright ftar that gilds the sky,
Who ceafing in the fpheres to fhine,
Would, for your breaft, his heaven refign
Yet, oh! fair virgin, caution take,

Left fome bold cheat affume the fnake.
When Jove compreft the Grecian dame,
Aloof he threw the lightning's flame,
On radiant fpires the lover rode,
And in the fnake conceal'd the God.

TO A LADY OF THIRTY.

No more let youth its beauty boaft,
S- -n at thirty reigns a toast,
And, like the fun as he declines,
More mildly, but more sweetly hines.
The hand of Time alone difarms
Her face of its fuperfluous charms;
But adds, for every grace refign'd,
A thousand to adorn her mind.
Yonth was her too inflaming time;
This, her more habitable clime :
How muft the then each heart engage,
Who blooms like youth, is wife like age!

Thus the rich orange-trees produce
At once both ornament, and use:
Here opening bloffoms we behold,

There fragrant orbs of ripen'd gold.

ON THE BIRTH-DAY

OF MR. ROBERT TREFUSIS,

BEING THREE YEARS OLD, MARCH 22, 1710-11.

AWAKE, fweet babe! the fun's emerging ray,
That gave you birth, renews the happy day!
Calmly ferene, and glorious to the view,
He marches forth, and ftrives, to look like you,
Fair beauty's bud! when time shall stretch thy
fpan,

Confirm thy charms, and ripen thee to man,
What plenteous fruits thy bloffoms fhall produce,
And yield not barren ornament, but use!

* The Scorpion.

Olympias, mother of Alexander the Great.

VARIATIONS.

WHY, lovely babe, does flumber feal your eyes?
e, fair Aurora blushes in the fkies!
The fun, which gave you birth, in bright array
Begins his courfe, and ushers in the day..
Calmly ferene, and glorious to the new,
He marches forth, and frives to look like you:

Ev'n now thy fpring a rich increafe prepares
Tocrown thy riper growth, and manly years!
Thus in the kernel's intricate difguife,

In miniature a little orchard lies;

The fibrous labyrinths by jult degrees

Stretch their fwoln cells, replete with future trees;
By time evolv'd, the spreading branches rife,
Yield their rich fruits, and shoot into the kies.

O lovely babe, what luftre shall adorn
Thy noon of beauty, when so bright thy morn!
Shine forth advancing with a brighter ray,
And may no vice o'ercloud thy future day!
With nobler aims inftruct thy foul to glow.
Than thefe gay trifles, titles, wealth, and fhow:
May valour, wifdom, learning, crown thy days!
Thofe fools admire-thefe heaven and angels praise *1
With riches bleft, to heaven thofe riches lend,
The poor man's guardian, and the good man's friend :
Bid virtuous forrow file, fcorn'd merit chear,
And o'er affliction pour the generous tear.
Some, wildly liberal, fquander, not beiłow,
And gave unprais'd, because they give for fhow:
To fanctify thy wealth, on worth employ
Thy gold, and to a bleding turn the toy:
Thus offerings from th'-unjuft pollute the skies,
The good, turn fmoke into a facrifice.

As when an artift plans a favourite draught,
The ftructures rife refponfive to the thought;
A palace grows beneath his forming hands,
Or worthy of a God a temple ftands:

How shall each fwain, each beauteous nymph complain,
For love each nymph, for envy every fwain!
What matchless charms fhall thy full noon_adern!
When fo admir'd, fo gloricas, is thy morn !
So glorious is thy morn of life begun,
That all to thee with admiration run,
Turn Perfians, and adore the rifing Sun.
So fair thou art, that if great Cupid be
A child, as Poets fay; fure thou art he.
Fair Venus would mistake thee for her own,
Did not thy eyes proclaim thee not her fon.
There all the lightnings of thy mother's fine,
Their radiant glory and their sweetness join,
To fhew their fatal power, and all their charms, in

thine.

If fond Narciffus in the cryftal flood,
A form like thine, Olovely infant, view'd,'
Well might the flame the pining youth destroy ;
Excefs of beauty juftified the bay.

ADDITION.

*To brace the mind to dignity of thought,
To emulate what Godlike Tully wrote,
Be this thy early with! The garden breeds,
If unimprov'd, at leaft but gaudy weeds:
And finbborn youth, by culture unfubdued,
Lies wildly barren, or but gayly rude.
Yet, as fome Phidias gives the marble life,
While Art with Nature holds a dubious ftrife,
Adorns a rock with graces not its own,
And calls a Venus from the rugged flone;
So culture aids the human foul to rife,
To fcorn the ferdid earth, and mount the fkies,"|

Fair beauty's bud! when time shall firetch thy fpan, Till by degrees the noble guest refines,

Confirm thy charms, and ripen thee to maną.

Claims her high birthright, and divinely fhines.

Then the proud hills a virgin whiteness shed,
A dazzling brightness glitters from the mead;
The hoary trees reflect a filver show,
Ani groves beneath the lovely burden bow.
He from loofe vapours with an icy chain
Binds the round hail, and moulds the harden'd rain:
The ftony tempeft, with a rushing found,
Beats the firm glebe, refulting from the ground;
Swiftly it falls, and as it falls invades

The rifing herb, or breaks the spreading blades:
While infant flowers that rais'd their bloomy heads,
Crush'd by its fury, fink into their beds.

When ftormy Winter from the frozen North
Borne on his icy chariot issues forth,
The blafted groves their verdant pride refign,
And billows harden'd into crystal fhine:
Sharp blows the rigour of the piercing winds,
And the proud floods as with a breaft-plate binds :
Ev'n the proud feas forget in tides to roll
Beneath the freezings of the Northern pole ;
There waves on waves in folid mountains rife,
And Alps of ice invade the wondering skies ;
While gulphs below, and flippery vallies lie,
And with a dreadful brightnefs pain the eye:
But if warm winds a warmer air restore,
And fofter breezes bring a genial fhower,
The genial shower revives the cheerful plain,
And the huge hills flow down into the main.

When the feas rage, and loud the ocean roars,
When foaming billows lafh the founding shores;
If he in thunder bid the waves fubfide,
The waves obedient fink upon the tide,
A fudden peace controls the limpid deep,
And the ftill waters in foft filence fleep.
The heaven lets down a golden-ftreaming ray,
And all the broad expanfion flames with day:
In the clear glafs the mariners defcry
A fun inverted, and a downward fky.

They who adventurous plough the watery way,
The dreadful wonders of the deep furvey;
Familiar with the ftorms, their fails unbind,
Tempt the loud blast, and bound before the wind :
Now high they mount, now shoot into a vale,
Now Imooth their courfe, and feud before the gale;.
There rolling monsters, arm'd in fcaly pride,
Flounce in the billows, and dash round the tide;
There huge Leviathan unwieldy moves,

And through the waves, a living ifland, roves;
In dreadful paftime terribly he fports,
And the vast ocean fearce his weight fupports;
Where'er he turns, the hoary deeps divide;
He breathes a tempeft, and he spouts a tide.
Thus, Lord, the wonders of earth, fea, and
air,

Thy boundlefs wifdom and thy power declare;
Thou high in glory, and in might ferene,
See'ft and mov't all, thyfelf unmov'd, unfeen :
Should men and angels join in fongs to raise
A grateful tribute equal to thy praise,
Yet far thy glory would their praise outshine,
Though men and angels in the fong should join;
For though this earth with skill divine is wrought,
Above the guess of man, or angel's thought,
Yet in the fpecious regions of the skies

New fcenes unfold, and worlds on worlds arife;

There other orbs round other funs advance,
Float on the air, and run their mystic dance;
And yet the power of thy Almighty hand
Can build another world from every fand:
And though vain man arraign thy high decree,
Still this is juft! what is, that ought to be.

THE CONCLUSION OF AN EPILOGUE

To Mr. SOUTHERN's laft Play, called MONEY
THE MISTRESS.

THERE was a time, when in his younger years,

Our author's fcenes commanded fmiles or tears;
And though beneath the weight of days he bends,
Yet, like the fun, he fhines as he defcends:
Then with applaufe, in honour to his age,
Difmifs your veteran foldier off the stage;
Crown his latt exit with diftinguith'd praife,
And kindly hide his † baldnes with the bays.

Set by DR. TUDWAY, Profeffer of Mufic in Cambridge.
WHEN from the plains Belinda fled,

The fad Amyntor figh'd;

And thus, while streams of tears he shed,
The mournful fhepherd cry'd:

Move flow, ye hours! thou time, delay!
"Prolong the bright Belinda's ftay :
"Bat you, like her, my prayer deny,
And cruelly away ye fly.

"Yet though the flies, fhe leaves behind
Her lovely image in my mind.
"Oh! fair Behinda, with me stay,
Or take thy image too away.

"See how the fields are gay around,
"How painted flowers adorn the ground!
"As if the fields, as well as 1,
"Were proud to please my fair-one's eye.

"But now, ye fields, no more be gay ;
"No more, ye flowers, your charms difplay!
'Tis defert all, now you are fled,
"And Paradife is where you tread."

Unmov'd the virgin flies his cares,

To fhine at court and play :
To lonely fhades the youth repairs,
To weep his life away.

*From the flage.

Alluding to a vote of the Roman fenate, by they decreed Coejar a crown of laurel to cover his bald

WHICH BELINDA GAVE ME FROM HER I love, I die through deep defror!

Then, tumbling downward with a thundering | Blaz'd on his limbs, and bright as Jove's dire bolts found,

Falls headlong, and o'erfpreads a breadth of ground:
So, as the giant falls, the ocean roars;
Out-ftretch'd he lies, and covers half the fhores.

Flafi'd o'er the field, and lighten'd to the skies.

As toiling reapers in fome fpacious field,
Rang'd in two bands, move adveife, rank on rank
Where o'er the tilth the grain in ears of gold
Waves nodding to the breeze! at once they bend,
At once the copious harvest fwells the ground:
So ruth to battle o'er the dreadful field
Hoft against hoft; they meet, they clofe, and ranks

From the ELEVENTH BOOK of the ILIAD Tumble on ranks; no thoughts appear of flight,

of HOMER.

In the Style of MILTON.

NOW gay Aurora from Tithonus' bed

Rofe in the orient, to proclaim the day
To Gods and men down to the Grecian tents
Saturnian Jove fends Difcord, red with blood;
War in her hand the grafps, enfigns of war;
On brave Ulyffes' thip the took her ftand,
The centre of the hot, that all might hear
Her dreadful voice: her dreadful voice fhe rais'd;
Jarring along the rattling fhores it ran

To the fleet's wide extremes. Achilles heard,
And Ajax heard the found: with martial fires
Now every bofom burns; arms, glorious arms,
Fierce they demand: the noble Orthian song
Swells every heart; no coward thoughts of flight
Rife in their fouls, but blood they breathe and

war.

Now by the trench profound, the charioteers
Range their proud fteeds; now car by car difplays
direful front; now o'er the trembling field
Rushes th' embattled foot; noife rends the skies,
Noife unextinguish'd: ere the beamy day
Flam'd in the aerial vault, ftretch'd in the van
Stood the bold infantry: the rushing cars
Form'd the deep rear in battailous array.

Now from his heavens Jove hurls his burning
bolta;

Hoarfe muttering thunders grumble in the sky;
While from the clouds, inftead of morning-dews,
Huge drops of blood diftain the crimfon ground;
Fatal presage! that in that dreadful day
The great should bleed, imperial heads lie low!

Mean time the bands of Troy in proud array
Stand in their arms, and from a rifing ground
Breathe furious war: Here gatherings hofts attend
The towering Hector: there refulgent bands
Surround Polydamas, Æneas there
Marthals his dauntless files; nor unemploy'd
Stand Polybus, Agenor great in arms,
And Acamas, whofe frame the Gods endow'd
With more than mortals charms: fierce in the

None of difmay: dubious in even fcales

The battle hangs: not fiercer, ravenous wolves
Difpute the prey the deathful scene with joy
Difcord, dire parent of tremendous woes,
Surveys exultant; of th' immortal train
Difcord alone defcends, aflits alone

The horrors of the field; in peace the Gods
High in Olympian bowers on radiant thrones
Lament the works of man; but loud complaints
From every God arofe; Jove favour'd Troy,
At partial Jove they murmur'd: he unmov'd
All heaven in murmurs heard, apart he fate
Enthron'd in glory: down to earth he turn'd
His fedraft eye, and from his throne furvey'd
The rifing towers of Troy, the tented shores,
The blaze of arms, the flayer and the flain.

While, with his morning wheels, the God of

Beat the firm glebes; thick duft in rifing clouds
Darkens the fky. Indignant o'er the plain
Atrides ftalks; death every step attends.
As when, in fome huge foreft, fudden flames
Rage dreadful, when rough winds affift the blaze,
From tree to tree the fiery torrent rolls,
And the vaft foreft links with all its groves
Beneath the burning deluge; fo whole hofts
Yield to Atrides' arm: car againft car
Rush'd rattling o'er the field, and through the

ranks

Unguided broke, while breathlefs on the ground
Lay the pale charioteers, in death deform'd;

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