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This was a Conqueft-At a single Spoil
In Fields of Battle, where the Sword waftes wide,
Great BARD! what various Thoughts disturbed my
Head, When I beheld thee number'd with the Dead? Distinguish'd only by a decent Care, To say--what late Immortal Guest lodg d--there. Is this, I cry'd, then rose the Thoughts profane, But by thy Virtue check'd, recoil'd again « Such Pop'r the Ashes of the Virtuous crave, " To shoot a secret Influence from the Grave; “ Their Tombs are Ledures, and discharge the Trust ☆ Of living Eloquence from silent Duft.
Recover'd thus ; I view'd around me spread The Scepter'd Monarch and the Mitred Head; Kings more than dead, as seeming to accuse Thy Fate, and want of thy recording Muse.
TOLLY's formid to give Desire,
Complete in e’ry Feature; To enslave all Human Kind,
Lovely MOLLY was design'd, By Nature, by Nature, by Nature.
MOLLY long have I in vain
Address'd with humble Duty; But cruel MOLLY's scornful Eye
Says I must a Victim dye To Beauty. Our
Prithee Molly, grow more wise,
Or I for all my Sighing, May the cunning Lover play,
And consult a safer Way Than Dying, &c.
Mr. R Y A N,
On the first Time of his playing the
Part of ORONOOKO.
FORONO OKO in the Drama shines,
If he has strove to please, your Favours first
O! let us vary then our Notes with ease,
IMITATION of the Thirteenth Ode of the
Fourth Book of HORACE.
Audivere, Lyce, Di mea vota, &c.
UCY, at last, thank Heav'n, I trace
Old Age upon your wrinkled Face,
Or on your Lure are Thrumming.
In vain Rose-water you bestow,
To make them sweet and taking;
You look so like Hung-Bacon.
PHYLLIS engroffes all our Hearts,
Give Transports without Measure;
And wounds the Heart with Pleasure.
But he disdains to come to you,
With Teeth as black as Soot?
Ten Thousands Horse and Foot.