Cantor & auditor, fimili languore foluti, Leniter ad tremulos contremuêre modos. Ha tibi erant artes; hinc tu fpolia, Itale, larga Omnes exardent: reliquis fors prætulit unum, Brachia jactatá fruftrà movet Italus arte, 6 Se Se tali quondam felix virtute fuorum Extulit ad fummos Martia Roma Deos: Nunc ftudiis mutata, animifque imbellis & armis, Mollitiis fefe luxuriæque dedit. Nec minus antiqui facundia quæritur ævi, Et quæ Romano vena lepore fluit: Expulit has nova Roma foras. En! fub Lare quali Ingenuos fpargit Claffica Mufa fales! Degeneres nil facta Patrum, nil scripta morantur Italici ; funt Vox, prætereaque nibil.` W The Same English'd. E've entertain'd th' Italian Strollers here, We've lent their Mufic no unwilling Ear; Cuzzoni warbling mov'd our Youths' Defire, And Senefini set our Nymphs on Fire. We've recogniz'd their vocal Empire long, And dy'd obfequious to the dying Song. Their Tramontani Bubbles hence they fpoil, Hence the melodious Sharpers fleece our Ifle; The Champions enter'd, and the Fight begun. He moves intrepid, and refiftless throws From Feet, Hands, Head, at once, whole Storms [of Blows, And rushes on Thee, like an Host of Foes: 'Till fell'd, and rais'd, and baffled o'er and o'er, Thou proftrate ly'ft, and own'ft the Victor's Pow'r While twenty thousand Tös round proclaim, And echoing Domes refound the Briton's Fame. Of Oft with fuch Shouts fhook Rome's Imperial When her heroic Sons had Hearts like ours. [Tow'rs, But, nor the Arms nor Arts of antient Times, Are cherish'd now in Her degen'rate Climes: Her fripp'ry Scenes the Claffic Mufe have fear'd, And fee, beneath what Roofs is Terence heard! How chang'd is Rome from that which Rome has What once was Heroe, now is Harlequin; [been! Old Wit is banish'd with the good old Tongue, And Air and Echo reign where Maro fung. To a Gentleman, upon receiving One Guinea, to be oblig'd to pay him Ten on Marriage. To bribe my very Heart; Against my self to gain me o'er, Is your peculiar Art. II. I II. I tremble at the Part I chufe, And hope the Part I fhun; Happy, if I am doom'd to lofe, But if I win, undone. III. May Fortune, ever Foe to me, Her Favour ftill with-hold: And now, as she is wont, decree IV. So fhall I, quite against her Will, And, while fhe meditates my Ill, Deceive her to be kind. V. And oh may Love, to urge the Cheat, Affert his mighty Sway; And |