All ecftacy on air Porfenna trod,

And to his bosom strain❜d the little god;

With grateful fentiments his heart o'erflow'd,

And in the warmeft words millions of thanks bestow'd.
When Eolus in furly humour broke

Their ftrict embrace, and thus abruptly spoke.
Enough of compliment; I hate the sport

Of meanless words; this is no human court;
Where plain and honest are discarded quite,
For the more modifh title of polite;
Where in soft speeches hypocrites impart
The venom'd ills that lurk beneath the heart;
In friendship's holy guise their guilt improve,
And kindly kill with fpecious fhew of love.

For us, my fubjects are not us'd to wait,

And waste their hours to hear a mortal prate;

They must abroad before the rising fun,

And hie 'em to the feas: there's mischief to be done.

Excuse my plainnefs, Sir, but business stands,

And we have storms and shipwrecks on our hands.
He ended frowning, and the noify rout,

Each to his several cell went puffing out.
But Zephyr, far more courteous than the rest,
To his own bow'r convey'd the royal guest;

There

There on a bed of rofes neatly laid,
Beneath the fragrance of a myrtle shade,
His limbs to needful reft the prince applied,
His fweet companion flumb'ring by his fide.

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fooner in her filver chariot rofe

The ruddy morn, than fated with repose
The prince addrefs'd his hoft; the God awoke,
And leaping from his couch, thus kindly spoke.
This early call, my lord, that chides my stay,
Requires my thanks, and I with joy obey.
Like you I long to reach the blissful coaft,

Hate the flow night, and mourn the moments loft.
The bright Rofinda, lovelieft of the fair

my care;

That crowd the princefs' court, demands
Ev'n now with fears and jealoufies o'erborn
Upbraids, and calls me cruel and forfworn.
What sweet rewards on all my toils attend,
Serving at once my mistress and my friend!
Just to my love and to my duty too,

Well paid in her, well pleas'd in pleasing you.
This faid, he led him to the cavern gate,

And clasp'd him in his arms, and pois'd his weight;

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Then

Then ballancing his body here and there,
Stretch'd forth his agile wings, and launch'd in air ;
Swift as the fiery meteor from on high

Shoots to its goal, and gleams athwart the sky.
Here with quick fan his labʼring pinions play;
There glide at ease along the liquid way;
Now lightly skim the plain with even flight;
Now proudly foar above the mountain's height.
Spiteful Detraction, whofe envenom'd hate
Sports with the fuff'rings of the good and great,
Spares not our prince, but with opprobrious fneer
Arraigns him of the heinous fin of fear;

That he, fo tried in arms, whofe very name
Infus'd a fecret panic where it came,

Ev'n he, as high above the clouds he flew,
And spied the mountains lefs'ning to the view,
Nought round him but the wide expanded air,
Helpless, abandon'd to a stripling's care,
Struck with the rapid whirl, and dreadful height,
Confefs'd fome faint alarm, fome little fright.

The friendly God, who inftantly divin'd

The terrors that poffefs'd his fellow's mind,
To calm his troubled thoughts, and cheat the way,
Defcrib'd the nations that beneath them lay,

The

The name, the climate, and the foil's increase,
Their arms in war, their government in peace;
Shew'd their domeftic arts, their foreign trade,
What int'reft they purfued, what leagues they made.
The fweet difcourfe fo charm'd Porfenna's ear,
That loft in joy he had no time for fear.

From Scandinavia's cold inclement wafte
O'er wide Germania's various realms they past,
And now on Albion's fields suspend their toil,
And hover for awhile, and bless the foil.
O'er the gay fcene the prince delighted hung,
And gaz'd in rapture, and forgot his tongue;
'Till bursting forth at length. Behold, cried he,
The promis'd ifle, the land I long'd to fee;
Those plains, thofe vales, and fruitful hills declare
My queen, my charmer must inhabit there.
Thus rav'd the monarch, and the gentle guide,
Pleas'd with his error, thus in fmiles replied.

I must applaud, my lord, the lucky thought;
Ev'n I, who know th' original, am caught,

And doubt my fenfes, when I view the draught.
The flow-ascending hill, the lofty wood

That mantles o'er its brow, the filver flood

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Wand'ring

Wand'ring in mazes through the flow'ry mead,
The herd that in the plenteous pastures feed,
And every object, every scene excites

Fresh wonder in my foul, and fills with new delights:

Dwells cheerful Plenty there, and learned Eafe,

And Art with Nature seems at ftrife to please.
There Liberty, delightful goddess, reigns,
Gladdens each heart, and gilds the fertile plains;
There firmly feated may she ever smile,

And show'r her bleffings o'er her fav'rite isle!
But fee, the rifing fun reproves our stay.
He faid, and to the ocean wing'd his way,

Stretching his courfe to climates then unknown,
Nations that fwelter in the burning zone.

There in Peruvian vales à moment staid,

And smooth'd his wings beneath the citron shade;
Then fwift his oary pinions plied again,

Crofs'd the new world, and fought the Southern main;

Where many a wet and weary league o'erpast,

The wish'd-for paradise appear'd at last.

With force abated now they gently sweep

O'er the smooth surface of the shining deep;
The Dryads hail'd them from the distant fhore,

The Nereids play'd around, the Tritons fwam before,