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Fruition only cloys the appetite; Ah, think, my friends, how swift the minutes haste! More does the conquest

, than the prize delight: The present day entirely is our own,

One victory gain'd, another fills the mind,
Then seize the blessing ere tis gone :

Our restless wishes cannot be confin'd.
To-morrow, fatal found! fince this may be our last.

Like boisterous waves, no settled bounds they know, Why do we boast of years, and sum up days!

Fix'd at no point, but always ebb or flow. 'Tis all imaginary space :

Who most expects, enjoys the pleasure moft, To-day, to-day, is our inheritance,

'Tis rais'd by wishes, by fruition loft : "Tis all penurious Fate will give

We're charm'd with distant views of happiness, Posterity 'll to-morrow live,

But near approaches make the prospect less. Our fons crowd on behind, our children drive us hence. Wishes, like painted landscapes, beft delight, With garlands then your temples crown,

Whilft distance recommends them to the fight;
And lie on beds of roses down:

Plac'd afar off, they beautiful appear;
Beds of rofes we 'll prepare,

But show their coarse and nauseous colours, near.
Roses that our emblems are ;

Thus the fam'd Midas, when he found his fere, A while they fourish on the bough,

Increasing still, and would admit of more, And drink large draughts of heavenly dew: With eager arms his swelling bags he press’d;

Like us they smile, are young and and gay, And expectation only made him bless'd : And, like us too, are tenants for a day,

But, when a boundless treasure he enjoy'd, Since with Night's blasting breath they vanish Swift And every wish was with fruition cloy'd: away.

Then, damn'd to heaps, and surfeited with ore,

He curs'd that gold he doated an before.
VI.
Bring chearful wine, and coftly sweets prepare :
'Tis more than frenzy now to spare :

THE CURSE OF BABYLON.
Let cares and business wait a while;
Old age affords a thinking interval :

I SALAH, Chap. xii. paraphrased. Or, if they must a longer hearing have,

A PINDARICODE,
Bid them attend below, adjoum into the grave.
Then gay and sprightly wine produce,

I.
Wines that wit and mirth infure:

OW let the fatal banner be display'd!
That feed, like oil, th' expiring flame,

Upon some lofty mountain's top
Revive our drooping fouls, and prop this tottering frame, To set the dreadful standard up!
That, when the grave our bodies has engrossd, And all around the hills the bloody signals spread,
When virtues shall forgotten lie,

For, lo, the numerous host of heaven appear! With all their boasted piety,

Th'embattled legions of the sky, Honors and titles, like ourselves, be loft;

With all their dread artillery, Then our recorded vice shall flourish on,

Draw forth in bright array, and muster in the air. And our immortal riots be for ever known.

Why do the mountains tremble with the noise, This, this, is what we ought to do,

And valleys echo back their voice? The great design, the grand affair below!

The hills tumultuous grow and loud, Since bourteous Nature plac'd our Steward here, The hills that groan beneath the gathering multitude. Then man his grandeur should maintain,

Wide as the poles of heaven's extent, And in excess of pleasure reign,

So far 's the dreadful summons fent :
Keep up his character, and lord of all appear,

Kingdoms and nations at his call appear,
For ev’n the Lord of Hofts commands in person there,

II.

Start from thy lethargy, thou drowsy land, AGAINST ENJOYMENT,

Awake, and hear his dread command !

Thy black tempestuous day comes lowering on,
E love and hate, as restless monarchs fight,

O fatal light! O inauspicious hour!
Who boldly dare invade another's right:

Was ever such a day before !

So Itain'd with blood, by marks of vengeance knofl. Yet, when through all the dangerous toils they've run,

Nature shall from her steady course remove, Ignobly quit the conquests they have won ;

The well-fix'd earth be from its basis rent, Those charming hopes, that made them valiant grow,

Convulsions shake the firmament; Pall'd with Enjoyment, make them cowards now.

Horror seize all below, confusion reign above. Our paffions only form our happiness,

The stars of heaven shall ficken at the sight, Hopes Atill enlarge, as fears contract it less;

Nor shall the planets yield their light : Hope with a gaudy prospect feeds the eye,

But from the wretched object ily, Sooths every sense, does with each with comply; And, like extinguish'd tapers, quit the darken'd sky, But false Enjoyment the kind guide destroys,

The rising fun, as he was conscious too, We lose the paffion in the treacherous joys.

As he the fatal business knew, Like the gay folk-worm, when it pleases most,

A deep, a bloody red shall Atain In that ungrateful web it spun, 'tis loft,

And at his early dawn shall set in night again.

W!

That proudly now their polith'd turrets rear,

Which bright as neighbouring stars appear, Diffusing glories round th' enlightend air,

In flames shall downwards to their centre fly,
And deep within the earth, as their foundations, lie.

VII.
Thy beauteous palaces (though now thy pride!)

Shall be in heaps of ashes hid :

In vast surprizing heaps shall lie,
And ev'n their ruins bear the pomp of majesty.

No bold inhabitant shall dare

Thy ras'd foundations to repair :
No pitying hand exalt thy abject itate;
No! to succeeding times thou must remain

An horrid exemplary scene,
And lie from age to age ruin'd and desolate.

Thy fall 's decreed (amazing turn of fate!)
Low as Gomorrah's wretched ftate:

Thou, Babylon, shalt be like Sodom curft, Destroy'd by flames from heaven, and thy more burn,

ing luft.

III.
To the destroying sword I 've said, Go forth,

Ge, fully execute my wrath!
Command my hofts, my willing armies lead;
For this rebellious land and all therein shall bleed.
They shall not grieve me more, no more transgress;

I will consume the Atubborn race : Yet brutes and savages I justly spare ;

Useless is all my vengeance there;
Ungrateful man 's the greater monster far.
On guiltless beafts I will the land bestow,

To them th' inheritance shall go;
Thole elder brothers now shall lord it here below:
And, if some poor remains escape behind,

Some relicks left of loft mankind;
Th’aftonith'd herds shall in their cities cry,
When they behold a man, Lo, there 's a prodigy!

IV.
The Medes I call to my affiftance here,

A people that delight in war;
A generous race of men, a nation free
From vicious ease and Persian luxury.
Silver is despicable to their eyes,
Contema'd the useless metal lies :
Their conquering iron they prefer before
The finest gold, evin Ophir's tempting ore.

By these the land shall be subdued,

Abroad their bows shall overcome,

Their swords and fames destroy at home; For neither fex nor age shall be exempt from blood. The nobles and the princes of thy ftate

Shall on the victor's triumphs wait:

And those that from the battle fled Shall be, with chains oppress’d, in cruel bondage led.

v.
I'll visit their diftrefs with plagues and miseries,

The throes that womens' labours wait,
Convulfive pangs, and bloody sweat,
Their beauty ihall consume, and vital spirits seize.
The ravich'd virgins shall be borne away,

And their dishonor'd wives be led

To the insulting victor's bed,
To brutal lusts expos'd, to fury left a prey.

Nor shall the teeming womb afford
Its forming births a refuge from the sword;

The sword, that shall their pangs increase, And all the throes of travail curse with barrenness, The infants shall expire with their first breath,

And only live in pangs of death;
Live but with early cries to curse the light,
And, at the dawn of life, fet in eternal night.

VI.
Ex’n Babylon, adorn'd with every grace,

The beauty of the universe:
Clory of nations! the Chaldæan's pride,
And joy of all th' admiring world beside:
Thou, Babylon ! before whose throne
The empires of the earth fall down ;
The proftrate nations homage pay,
And vaffal princes of the world obey:

Shalt in the dust be trampled low:
Abject and low upon the earth be laid,
And deep in ruins hide thy ignominious head.
Thy strong amazing walls, whose impious height

The clouds conceal from human fight;

VIII.
The day's at hand, when in thy fruitful foil
No laborer shall reap, no mower toil :
His tent the wandering Arab shall not spread,

Nor make thy cursed ground his bed;
Though faint with travel, though oppreft with thirst,
He to his drooping herds shall cry aloud,

Taste not of that embitter'd food, Taite not Euphrates' ftreams, they're poisonous allo

and curft. The thepherd to his wandering flocks thall say,

When o'er thy battlements they stray, When in thy palaces they graze, Ah, Ay, unhappy flocks! Ay this infectious place Whilft the sad traveller, that passes on,

Shall alk, Lo, where is Babylon?
And when he has thy small remainder found,
Shall say, I'll Ay from hence, 'tis sure accursed ground.

IX.
Then shall the savages and beasts of prey
From their deserted mountains halte away;

Every obscene and vulgar beast

Shall be to Babylon a guest: Her marble roofs, and every cedar room, Shall dens and caves of state to nobler brutes become

Thy courts of justice, and tribunals too,

(O irony to call them so !)
There, where the tyrant and oppreffor bore
The spoils of innocence and blood before ;
There shall the wolf and savage tiger meet,

And griping vulture shall appear in state,
There birds of prey shall rule, and ravenous beasts be

great.
Those uncorrupted shall remain,

Those shall alone their genuine use retain, There Violence shall thrive, Rapine and Fraud lhall reign.

X.
Then shall the melancholy Satyrs groan,

O'er their lamented Babylon;

And ghosts that glide with horror by,
To view where their unbury'd bodies lie,

With doleful cries shall fill the air,
And with amazement strike th' affrighted traveller.

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There the obscener birds of night,

Then, great as is thy fame, thy fortunes raile,
Birds that in gloomy shades delight,

Join thriving interest to thy barren bays,
Shall solitude enjoy, live undifturb'd by light. And teach the world to envy, as thou dost to praise.
All the ill omens of the air

The world, that does like common whores embrace, Shall feream their loud prefages there.

Injnrious ftill to those it does carefs: But let them all their dire predictions tell,

Injurious as the tainted breath of Fame, Secare in ills, and fortify'd with woe,

That blasts a poet's fortunes, while it sounds his name.
Heaven shall in vain its future vengeance show:
For thou art happily insensible,

Iv.
Beneath the reach of miseries fell,
Thou need’At no desolation dread, no greater curses fear.

When first a Mufe inftames fome youthful breaft,
Like an unpractised virgin till she's kind :

Adorn'd with graces ther, and beauties bfeft,
She charms the eat with fame, with raptures fills the

mind.
TO MR. CONGREVE.

Then from all cares the Happy youth is free,
AN EPISTOLARY ODE, 1693.

But thofe of love and poetry:
Cares, fill allay'd with pleasing charms,

That crown the head with bays, with beauty fill the Occafioned by the “OLD BACHELON.”

But all a woman's frailties soon the show's, 1.

Too soon a stale domestic creature grows : AM'D wits and beauties share this common fate, Then, wedded to a Muse that's nauseous grown,

To stand expor'd to public love and hate, We loath what we enjoy, drudge when the pleasure's In every breast they different passions raise,

gone. At once our envy, and our praise.

For, tempted with imaginary bays,
For when, like you, fome noble youth appears, Fed with immortal hopes and empty praise,
For wit and humour fam'd above his years ;

He fame pursues, that fair and treacherous bait, Each emulous Muse, that views that laurel won, Grows wise when he's undone, repents when 'tis too late.

Must praise the worth fo much transcends their own,
And, while his fame they envy, add to his renown.

V.
But sure, like you, no youth could please,

Small are the trophies of his boasted bays,
Nor at his first attempt boast such success:
Where all mankind have faild, you glories won ;

The great man's promise for his flattering toil, Triumphant are in this alone,

Fame in reversion, and the public smile,

Alf vainer than his hopes, uncertain as his praise. In this, have all the bards of old out-done.

'Twas thus in mournful numbers heretofore, II.

Neglected Spenser did his fate deplore : Then may 'it thou rule our stage in triumph long!

Long did his injur'd Muse complain, May't thou its injur'd fame revive,

Admir'd in midst of wants, and charming still in vain. And matchless proofs of wit and humour give,

Long did the generous Cowley mourn, Reforming with thy Scenes, and charming with thy song !

And long oblig'd the age without return. And though a curse ill-fated wit pursues,

Deny'd what every wretch obtainis of Fate, And wairs the fataf dowry of a Mose;

An humble roof and an obfcure retreat,

Condemn'd to needy fame, and to be miserably great. Yet may thy rising fortunes be Secure from all the blasts of poetry';

Thus did the world thy great fore-fathers ufe;

Thus all th' inspir'd rds before As thy own laurels flourithing appear, Unfully'd fill with cares, nor clogg?d with hope and From tuneful Chaucer's down to thy own Dryden's

Did their hereditary ills deplore ;
fear!

Mure.
As from its wants, be from its vices free,
From nauseous servise flattery;

VI.
Nor to a patron prostitute thy mind,
Though like Auguftos great, as fam'd Mæcenas kind.

Yet, pleased with gaudy ruin, youth will on,
III.

As proud by public fame to be undone ;

Pleas'd, though he does the worst of labours chuse, Though great in fame! believe me, generous youth, To ferve a barbarous age, and an ungrateful Muse. Believe this oft-experienc'd truth,

Since Dryden's felf, to Wit's great empire born, From him that knows thy virtues, and admires their Whofe genius and exalted name worth.

Triumph with all the spoils of Wit and Fame, Though thou 'st above what vulgar poets fear, Muft, 'midt the loud applaufe, his barren laurels mourn. Truft not th' ungrateful world too far;

Ev'n that fam'd man, whom all the world admires, Trust not the smiles of the inconstant town;

Whom every Grace adorns, and Muse inspires, Trust not the plaudits of a theatre

Like the great injur'd Tafio, fhews (Which Durfey shall with Thee and Dryden share); Triumphant in the midst of woes; Nor to a stage's intereft sacrifice thy own.

In all his wants, majestic Aill appears, Thy genius, that's for nobřer things defignd, Charming the age to which he owes his cares, May at loose hours oblige mankind:

And cherithing that Mufe whole fatal curfe he bears.

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THE INSECT.

II.
AGAINST BUL K.

Stern Ajax, though renown'd in arms,

Did yield to bright Tecmessa's charms :

And all the laurels he had won
" Inefit fua gratia parvis."

As trophies at her feet were thrown.
HER E greatness is to Nature's works deny'd, When, beautiful in tears, he view'd the mourning fair,
In worth and beauty it is well supply'd :

The hero felt her power :
In a small space the more perfection 's shown,

Though great in camps, and fierce in war, And what is exquifite in little 's done.

Her fofter looks he could not bear, Thus beams, contracted in a narrow glass,

Proud to become her Nave, though late her conqueror To flumes convert their larger useless rays.

III. 'Tis Nature's smallest products please the eye, When beauty in distress appears, Whilft greater births pass unregarded by ;

An irrefiftiers charm it bears : Hei monsters seem a violence to fight ;

In every breast does pity move, They 're form’d for terror, insects to delight.

Pity, the tenderest part of love. Thus, when the nicely frames a piece of art,

Amidit his triumphs great Atrides sued,
Fine are her strokes, and small in every part ;

Unto a weeping maid :
No labour can she boalt more wonderful
Than to inform an atom with a soul;

Though Troy was by his arms subdued,

And Greece the bloody trophies view'd,
Te animate her little beauteous fly,
And cloath it in her gaudiest drapery.

Yet at a captive's feet th' imploring victor laid.

IV.
Thus does the little epigram delight,
And charm us with its miniature of wit ;

Think not thy charming maid can be
Whilft tedious authors give the reader pain,

Of a base stock, and mean degree ; Weary his thoughts, and make him toil in vain ;

Her shape, her air, her every grace, When in less volumes we more pleasure find,

A more than vulgar birth contess : And what diverts, still best informs the mind.

Yes, yes, my friend, with royal blood the 's great, 'Tis the small in feet looks correct and fair,

Sprung from some monarch's bed; And seems the product of her nicest care.

Now mourns her family's hard fate, When, weary'd out with the stupendous weight

Her mighty fall and abject state, Of forming prodigies and brutes of state;

And her illustrious race conceals with noble pride. Then the the infect frames, her master-piece,

V. Made for diverfion, and defign'd to please.

Ah, think not an ignoble house Thus Archimedes, in his crystal sphere,

Could such a heroine produce ; Semmid to correct the World's Artificer :

Nor think such generous sprightly blood Whilt the large globe moves round with long delay, Could flow from the corrupted crowd ; His beauteous orbs in nimbler circles play:

But view her courage, her undaunted mind, This seem's the nobler labour of the two,

And foul with virtues crown'd; Great was the sphere above, but fine below.

Where dazzling interest cannot blind, Thus smalleit things have a peculiar grace,

Nor youth nor gold admittance find,
The great w'admire, but 'tis the little please; But still her honour's fix'd, and virtue keeps its ground.
Then, since the leaft so beautifully show,

VI.
B' advis'd in time, my Mufe, and learn to know
A Poet's lines should be correct and few.

View well her great majestic air,

And modeļt looks divinely fair ;
Too bright for fancy to improve,

And worthy of thy noblest love.
TO HIS FRIEND

But yet suspect not thy officious friend,
CAPTAIN CHAMBERLAIN,

All jealous thoughts remove;

Though I with youthful heat commend,
It Love with a Lady ke had taken in dn Algerine And if the makes it.ee bleft, 'tis all I ask of Love!

For thee I all my wifhes send,
Prize at Sea.'

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In Allufion to HORACE 2 Od. iv.

'T

I.

TO MR. WATSON, 'IS no disgrace, brave youth, to own

By a Fair Slave yon are undone : Why doft thou blush to hear that nume,

On his EPHEMERIS of the CELESTIAL MOTIONS, And stifle thus a generous fame?

presented to HER MAJESTY. Did not the fair Briseis heretofore With powerful charms subdue ?

RT, when in full perfection, is design'd What though a captive, fill the bore

To pleafe the eye, or to inform the mind: Those eyes that freedom could restore,

This nobler piece performs the double part, And make her haughty lord, the proud Achilles, bow. ' With graceful beauty and irutructive art.

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Since the great Archimedes' sphere was loft, Swifter than lightning to his breast it came,
The noblest labour finish'd it could boast;

Like that, a fair, but a destructive flame.
No generous hand durft that famid model trace, Yet she, though in her young and blooming itate,
Which Greece admir’d, and Rome could only praise. Posleft a soul, beyond a virgin's, great ;
This you, with greater lustre, have restord, No charms of youth her colder bofom move,
And taught those arts we ignorantly ador'd :

Chafte were her thoughts, and moft averse to love :
Motion in full perfection here you 've shown, And as some timorous hind in toils betray'd,
And what mankind despair'd to reach, have done. Thus in his arms (trove the resisting maid ;
In artful frames your heavenly bodies move,

Thus did the combat with his strict embrace, Scarce brighter in their beauteous orbs above ;

And spurn'd the guilty cause of her disgrace. And stars, depriv'd of all malignant Aames,

Revenge the courted, but despair'd to find Here court the eye with more auspicious beams :

A strength and vigour equal to her mind ; In graceful order the just planets rise,

While checks of shame her willing hands restrain, And here complete their circles in the skies ;

Since all a virgin's force is her disdain : Here's the full concert of revolving (pheres,

Yet her resolves are nobly fix'd to die And heaven in bright epitomo appears.

Rather than violate her chastity,

Than break her vows to heaven, than blot her face, With charms the ancients did invade the Moon,

Or foil her beauties with a luftful Alame.
And from her orb compellid her struggling down ;
But here she's taught a nobler change by you,

The night from its meridian did decline,
And moves with pride in this bright sphere below : An hour propitious to the black design :
While your celestial bodies thus I view,

When Neep and reft their peaceful laws maintain, They give me bright ideas of the true;

And o'er the globe b' infectious silence reign ;
Inspir'd by them, my thoughts dare upward move, While death-like Numbers every bosom seizt,
And visit regions of the blest above.

Unbend our minds, and weary'd bodies ease :
Thus from your hand w'admire the globe in small, Now fond Amalis finds his drooping breast
A copy fair as its original :

Heavy with wine, with amorous cares opprest ;
This labour 's to the whole creation juft,

Not all the joys expecting lovers feel Second to none, and rival to the first.

Can from his breast the dropsy charm repel; The artful spring, like the diffusive foul,

In vain from wine his passion seeks redress, Informs the machine, and directs the whole :

Whose treacherous force the Aame it rais'd betrays: Like Nature's self, it fills the spacious throne, Weak and unnerv'd his useless limbs became, And unconfin'd sways the fair orbs alone ;

Bending beneath their ill-supported frame ; Th'unactive parts with awful filence wait,

Vanquish'd by that repose from which he flies, And from its nod their birth of motion date :

Now slumbers close his unconsenting eyes. Like Chaos, they obey the powerful call,

But sad Theutilla's cares admit no rest,
Move to its sound, and into measures fall.

Repose is banish'd from her moumful breast;
A faithful guard does injur'd virtue keep,

And from her weary limbs repulses sleep.
THE RAPE OF THEUTILLA. Oft she reflects with horror on the rape,

Oft tries each avenue for her escape;
Imitated from the Latin of FAMIANUS STRADA. Though still repulse upon repulse the bears,

And finds no passage but for fighs and tears :
THE INTRODUCTORY ARGUMENT.

Then, with the wildness of her soul let loose,

And all the fury that her wrongs infuse; Theutilla, a fair, young virgin, who, to avoid the She weeps, the raves, she rends her flowing hair,

addresses of those many admirers her beauty drew Wild in her grief, and raging with despair, about her, afimed the habit of a religicus order, At length her restless thoughts an utterance find, and wholly withdrew kerself from the eye and con- | And vent the anguish of her labouring mind : verse of the world : but the common report of ker Whilst all diffolv'd in calmer tears the said, beauty had so inflamed Amalis sa young person of “ Shall I again be to his arms betray'd! quality) with love, that one nigbt, in a debauch “ Again the toil of loath'd embraces bear, of wine, he commands his fervants to force der “ And for some blacker scene of luft prepare ! dormitory, and bear offthough by violence, the" First may his b«.! my guiltless grave become, bovely vcraress ; which having Juccessfully performed, “ His marble root my unpolluted tomb; they bring Theutilla 10 their expecting lord's“ Then, just to honour, and unftain'd in fame, apartment, the scene of the enjuing Poom. “ The urn that hides my dust conceals my shame.

Heaven gave me virtue, woman's frail defence, OON as the tyrant her bright form survey'd, “ And beauty to moleft that innocence:

He grew infiam'd with the fair captive maid : “ In vain I call my virtue to my aid, A graceful sorrow in her looks the bears,

“ When thus by treacherous beauty I'm betray'd. Lovely with grief, and beautiful in tears;

“ Yet to this bour my breaft no crime has known, Her mein and air resitless charms impart,

« But, coldly chaste, with virgin brightness thone, Forcing an easy passage to his heart :

“ As now unfully'd by a winter's sun. Long he devours her beauties with his eyes,

“ Not arts, nor ruder force of men prevailid, While through his glowing veins th' infection flies; “ My tcars found pity, when my language fail'd.

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