So to the Capitol he forc'd his way,

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So from the proud Barbarians snatch'd his prey,
And fav'd his country in one fignal day.

From impious arms at length, O Louis! cease,
And leave at length the lab'ring world in peace,
Left Heav'n disclose fome yet more fatal fcene, 480
Fatal beyond Ramillia or Turin ;

Left from thy hand thou fee thy fceptre torn,
And humbled in the duft thy loffes mourn;
Left urg'd at length thy own repining flave,
'Tho' fond of burdens and in bondage brave, 485
Pursue thy hoary head with curfes to the grave.

OCCASIONED BY HIS FIRST VISIT

TO LADY WARWICK

AT HOLLAND HOUSE.

I.

HEARING that Chloe's bow'r crown'd

The fummit of a neighb'ring hill,

Where ev'ry rural joy was found,

Where health and wealth were plac'd around
To wait like fervants on her will;

II.

I went and found it was as they said,
That ev'ry thing look'd fresh and fair;
Her herds in flow'ry paftures ftray'd,
Delightful was the greenwood fhade,
And gently breath'd the balmy air.

III.

But when I found my troubled heart
Uneafy grown within my breast,

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My breath came short, and in each part
Some new diforder feem'd to start,
Which pain'd me fore and broke my

IV.

reft.

"Some noxious vapour fure," I said,
"From this unwhole fome foil must rise;
"Some fecret venom is convey'd

"Or from this field or from that shade
"That does the pow'rs of life furprise."

V.

Soon as the skilful leech beheld

The change that in my health was grown,
"Blame not," he cry'd, "nor wood nor field;
"Difeafes which fuch symptoms yield

"Proceed from Chloe's eyes: alone.

VI.

"Alike fhe kills in ev'ry air;

"The coldest breast her beauties warm;

"And tho' the fever took you there,

"If Chloe had not been fo fair

"The place had never done you harm."

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THE VISIT.

Wir and Beauty th' other day

ΙΓ

Chanc'd to take me in their way,

And to make the favour greater
Brought the Graces and Goodnature,
Converfation care beguiling,
Joy in dimples ever smiling,

All the pleasures here below

Men can ask or gods bestow.

A jolly train, believe me! No :

There were but two, Lepell* and How.

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"Shall be giv'n away

"To the sweetest shepherd's reed?

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IV.

"There is not a single swain

"Of all this fruitful plain

"But with hopes and fears

Afterwards the celebrated Lady Harvey.

FLA

AN EPISTLE TO FLAVIA,

ON THE SIGHT OF

TWO PINDARICK ODES

ON THE SPLEEN AND VANITY.

Written by a Lady* her Friend.

LAVIA, to you with fafety I commend

This verse, the secret failing of your friend:

Το your good nature I fecurely truft,

Who know that to conceal is to be just.

The Mufe, like wretched maids by love undone, 5
From friends, acquaintance, and the light, would run;
Confcious of folly, fears attending fhame,

Fears the cenforious world, and lofs of fame.
Some confident by chance fhe finds (tho' few
Pity the fools whom love or verfe undo)
Whofe fond compaffion fooths her in the fin,
And fets her on to venture once again.

Sure in the better ages of old time

Nor poetry nor love was thought a crime;

ΤΟ

From Heav'n they both, the gods' best gifts, were Divinely perfect both and innocent.

[fent, Then were bad poets and loofe loves not known; 17 None felt a warmth which they might blush to own: Beneath cool fhades our happy fathers lay,

And spent in pure untainted joys the day:
Artlefs their loves, artless their numbers, were,
While Nature fimply did in both appear,
Nor could the cenfor or the critick fear:
* Anne Countefs of Winchelfea,

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