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The AUSTRIAN Eagle.

T Anna's call the Auftrian eagle flies,
Bearing her thunder to the fouthern skies
Where a rash prince with an unequal fway,
Inflames the region, and mifguides the day;
'Till the ufurper from his chariot hurl'd,
Leaves the true monarch to command the world.

The Nature of Dreams.

Tdead of night imperial reason fleeps,

A And fancy with her train loofe revels keeps,

Then airy phantoms a mixt scene display,
Of what we heard, or faw, or wish'd by day;
For memory thofe images retains,

Which paffion form'd, and still the strongest reigns.
Huntsmen renew the chace they lately run,
And gen'rals fight again their battels won.
Spectres and furies haunt the murd’rers dreams,
Grants or disgraces are the courtier's themes.
The mifer fpys a thief, or a new hoard,
The cit's a knight, the fycophant a lord.
Thus fancy's in the wild distraction loft,
With what we most abhor, or covet moft.
But of all paffions, that our dreams controul,
Love prints the deepest image in the foul;
For vigorous fancy, and warm blood dispense
Pleasures fo lively that they rival fenfe.
Such are the tranfports of a willing maid,
Not yet by time, and place to act betray'd,

Whom

Whom fpies, or fome faint virtue force to fly
That scene of joy, which yet fhe dyes to try.
Till fancy Bawds, and by myfterious charms,
Brings the dear object to her longing arms;
Unguarded then fhe melts, acts fierce delight,
And curfes the returns of envious light.
In fuch bleft dreams Biblys enjoys a flame,
Which waking the detefts, and dares not name.
Ixion gives a loose to his wild love,

And in his airy vifions cuckolds Jove.
Honours and state before this phantom fall;
For fleep, like death, its image, equals all.

Verfes imitated from the French of Monfieur MAYNARD, to Cardinal RICHELIEU.

I.

THEN money and my blood ran high,

WHEN

My mufe was reckon'd wond'rous pretty;

The fports and smiles did round her fly,
Enamour'd with her fmart concetti.

II.

Now, who'd have thought it once? with pain She ftrings her harp, whilft freezing Age

But feebly runs thro' ev'ry vein,

And chills my brisk poetick rage.

III.

I properly have ceas'd to live, To wine and women, dead in law; And foon from fate I fhall receive A fummons to the fhades to go.

IV.

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IV.

The warriour ghosts will round me come To hear of fam'd Ramillia's fight,

Whilft the vex'd Bourbons thro' the gloom
Retire to th' utmost realms of night.

V.

Then I, my lord, will tell how you
With pensions every mufe inspire;
Who Marlb'rough's conquefts did pursue,
And to his trumpets tun'd the lyre.

But should fome drolling fprite demand, Well fir, what place had you, I pray? How like a coxcomb should I ftand! What would your lordship have me fay.?

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JUVENA L.

THE

EIGHTH SATY R.

The ARGUMENT.

In this fatyr, the poet proves that nobility does not confift in ftatues and pedigrees, but in honourable and good actions: he lashes Rubellius Plancus, for being infolent, by reafon of his high birth; and lays down an inftance that we ought to make the like judgment of men, as we do of horses, who are valu'd rather according to their perfonal qualities, than by the race of whence they come. He advises his noble friend Ponticus, to whom he dedicates the fatyr, to lead a virtuous life, diffuading him from debauchery, luxury, oppreffion, cruelty, and other vices, by his fevere cenfures on Lateranus, Damafippus, Gracchus, Nero, Catiline; and in oppofition to thefe, difplays the worth of perfons meanly born, fuch as Cicero, Marius, Servius Tullius, and the Decii.

The tranflator of this fatyr induftriously avoided impafing upon the reader, and perplexing the printer with tedious common-place notes; but finding towards the latter end many examples of noblemen who difgrac'd their ancestors by vicious practices, and of men

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meanly

meanly born, who ennobled their families by virtuous and brave actions, he thought some historical relations were neceffary towards rendring those inftances more intelligible; which is all he pretends to by his remarks. He wou'd gladly have left out the heavy paffage of the Mirmillo and Retiarius, which he boneftly confeffes he either does not rightly understand, or cannot fufficiently explain. If he has not confin'd bimfelf to the ftrict rules of tranflation, but has frequently taken the liberty of imitating, paraphrafing, or reconciling the Roman customs to our modern ufage, he hopes this freedom is pardonable, fince he has not us'd it, but when he found the original flat, obfcure, or defective; and where the humour and connection of the author might naturally allow of fuch a change.

Hat's the advantage, or the real good,

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In tracing from the fource our antient blood?
To have our ancestors in paint or stone,
Preferv'd as relicks, or, like monsters shewn?
The brave Æmilii, as in triumph plac'd,
The virtuous Curii, half by time defac'd,
Corvinus, with a mouldring nose, that bears
Injurious fcars, the fad effects of years?
And Galba grinning without nofe or ears?

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Vain are their hopes, who fancy to inherit

By trees of pedigrees, or fame, or merit:

Tho' plodding heralds thro' each branch may trace
Old captains and dictators of their race,

While their ill lives that family bely,

And grieve the brass which stands difhonour'd by.
"Tis meer burlesque, that to our genʼrals praise
Their progeny immortal ftatues raife,
Yet, far from that old gallantry, delight
To game before their images all night,
And steal to bed at the approach of day,
The hour when these their enfigns did display.

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