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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,
Our restless wishes cannot be confin'd.
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;
Plac'd afar off, they beautiful appear;
But show their coarse and nauseous colours, near.
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.
THE CURSE OF BABYLON.
I SALAH, Chap. xii. paraphrased. Or, if they must a longer hearing have,
OW let the fatal banner be display'd!
Upon some lofty mountain's top
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 :
Kingdoms and nations at his call appear,
Start from thy lethargy, thou drowsy land, AGAINST ENJOYMENT,
Awake, and hear his dread command !
Thy black tempestuous day comes lowering on,
O fatal light! O inauspicious hour!
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.
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,
Shall be in heaps of ashes hid :
In vast surprizing heaps shall lie,
No bold inhabitant shall dare
Thy ras'd foundations to repair :
An horrid exemplary scene,
Thy fall 's decreed (amazing turn of fate!)
Thou, Babylon, shalt be like Sodom curft, Destroy'd by flames from heaven, and thy more burn,
Ge, fully execute my wrath!
I will consume the Atubborn race : Yet brutes and savages I justly spare ;
Useless is all my vengeance there;
To them th' inheritance shall go;
Some relicks left of loft mankind;
A people that delight in war;
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.
The throes that womens' labours wait,
And their dishonor'd wives be led
To the insulting victor's bed,
Nor shall the teeming womb afford
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;
The beauty of the universe:
Shalt in the dust be trampled low:
The clouds conceal from human fight;
Nor make thy cursed ground his bed;
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?
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 !)
And griping vulture shall appear in state,
Those shall alone their genuine use retain, There Violence shall thrive, Rapine and Fraud lhall reign.
O'er their lamented Babylon;
And ghosts that glide with horror by,
With doleful cries shall fill the air,
There the obscener birds of night,
Then, great as is thy fame, thy fortunes raile,
Join thriving interest to thy barren bays,
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.
When first a Mufe inftames fome youthful breaft,
Adorn'd with graces ther, and beauties bfeft,
Then from all cares the Happy youth is free,
But thofe of love and poetry:
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,
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,
Small are the trophies of his boasted bays,
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 ;
Yet, pleased with gaudy ruin, youth will on,
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.
Stern Ajax, though renown'd in arms,
Did yield to bright Tecmessa's charms :
And all the laurels he had won
As trophies at her feet were thrown.
The hero felt her power :
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,
Unto a weeping maid :
Though Troy was by his arms subdued,
And Greece the bloody trophies view'd,
Yet at a captive's feet th' imploring victor laid.
Think not thy charming maid can be
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,
View well her great majestic air,
And modeļt looks divinely fair ;
And worthy of thy noblest love.
But yet suspect not thy officious friend,
All jealous thoughts remove;
Though I with youthful heat commend,
For thee I all my wifhes send,
In Allufion to HORACE 2 Od. iv.
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.
Since the great Archimedes' sphere was loft, Swifter than lightning to his breast it came,
Like that, a fair, but a destructive flame.
Chafte were her thoughts, and moft averse to love :
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.
The night from its meridian did decline,
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 ;
Unbend our minds, and weary'd bodies ease :
Heavy with wine, with amorous cares opprest ;
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,
Repose is banish'd from her moumful breast;
And from her weary limbs repulses sleep.
Oft tries each avenue for her escape;
And finds no passage but for fighs and tears :
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.