The lamp of life now casts a glimmering light ; The meeting lids his setting eyes benight. What force remains, the hapless lover tries; Invoking thus his kindred deities:

Haste, parents of the flood, your race to mourn;
With tears replenish each exhausted urn.
Retake the life you gave, but let the maid
Fall a just victim to an injured shade.'
More he endeavour'd; but the accents hung
Half form'd, and stopp'd unfinish'd on his tongue.
For him the Graces their sad vigils keep;
Love broke his bow, and wish'd for eyes to weep.
What gods can do, the mournful Faunus tries;
A mount erecting where the Sylvan lies.
The rural powers the wondrous pile survey,
And piously their different honours pay.
The' ascent, with verdant herbage Pales spread;
And nymphs, transform'd to laurels, lent their
shade.

Her stream a Naiad from the basis pours;
And Flora strows the summit with her flowers.
Alone Mount Latmos claims preeminence,
When silver Cynthia lights the world from thence.
Sad Echo now lâments her rigour, more
Than for Narcissus her loose flame before.
Her flesh to sinew shrinks, her charms are fled;
All day in rifted rocks she hides her head.
Soon as the evening shows a sky serene,
Abroad she strays, but never to be seen.
And ever as the weeping Naiads name
Her cruelty, the nymph repeats the same.
With them she joins, her lover to deplore,
And haunts the lonely dales he ranged before.

Her sex's privilege she yet retains ;
And though to nothing wasted, voice remains.
So sung the Druids-then, with rapture fired,
Thus utter what the Delphic" god inspired:

'Ere twice ten centuries shall fleet away,
A Brunswick prince shall Britain's sceptre sway.
No more fair Liberty shall mourn her chains;
The maid is rescued, her loved Perseus reigns.
From Jove" he comes, the captive to restore;
Nor can the thunder of his sire do more.
Religion shall dread nothing but disguise;
And Justice need no bandage for her eyes.
Britannia smiles, nor fears a foreign lord;
Her safety to secure, two powers accord,
Her Neptune's trident, and her monarch's sword.
Like him, shall his Augustus shine in arms,
Though captive to his Carolina's charms.
Ages with future heroes she shall bless;
And Venus once more found an Alban race.

< Then shall a Clare in honour's cause engage:
Example must reclaim a graceless age.
Where guides themselves for guilty views mislead,
And laws even by the legislators bleed,

His brave contempt of state shall teach the proud,
None but the virtuous are of noble blood.
For tyrants are but princes in disguise,
Though sprung by long descents from Ptolemies.
Right he shall vindicate, good laws defend;
The firmest patriot, and the warmest friend.

14 Et partim anguriis, partim conjecturâ, quæ essent futura, &c.-Cic. de Divinatione.

15 Son of Jupiter and Danae.

Great Edward's" order early he shall wear;
New light restoring to the sullied star.
Oft will his leisure this retirement choose,
Still finding future subjects for the Muse,
And to record the Sylvan's fatal flame,

The place shall live in song, and Claremont be the name.'

16 Theologi et vates erant apud eos, Druidas ipsi vocant, qui a victimarum extis de futuris divinant.-Diod. Sic. Lat. Ver.

MISCELLANIES.

TO THE

LADY LOUISA LENOX,

WITH OVID'S EPISTLES.

IN moving lines these few Epistles tell
What fate attends the nymph that likes too well:
How faintly the successful lovers burn;

And their neglected charms how ladies mourn.
The fair you 'll find, when soft entreaties fail,
Assert their uncontested right, and rail.
Too soon they listen, and resent too late;
"Tis sure they love, whene'er they strive to hate.
Their sex or proudly shuns, or poorly craves;
Commencing tyrants, and concluding slaves.

In differing breasts what differing passions glow!
Ours kindle quick, but yours extinguish slow.
The fire we boast with force uncertain burns,
And breaks but out as appetite returns :
But yours, like incense, mounts by soft degrees,
And, in a fragrant flame, consumes to please.
Your sex, in all that can engage, excel;
And ours in patience, and persuading well.
Impartial Nature equally decrees ;
You have your pride, and we our perjuries.
Though form'd to conquer, yet too oft you
By giving nothing, or by granting all.

fall

But, madam, long will your unpractised years Smile at the tale of lovers' hopes and fears.

Though infant graces sooth your gentle hours, More soft than sighs, more sweet than breathing flowers;

Let rash admirers your keen lightning fear; "Tis bright at distance, but destroys if near.

The time ere long, if verse presage, will come, Your charms shall open in full Brudenell bloom. All eyes shall gaze, all hearts shall homage vow, And not a lover languish but for you.

The Muse shall string her lyre, with garlands crown'd,

And each bright nymph shall sicken at the sound. So when Aurora first salutes the sight,

Pleased we behold the tender dawn of light; But when with riper red she warms the skies, In circling throngs the wing'd musicians rise: And the gay groves rejoice in symphonies. Each pearly flower with painted beauty shines, And every star its fading fire resigns.

ΤΟ

RICHARD EARL OF BURLINGTON, WITH OVID'S ART OF LOVE.

MY LORD,

OUR poet's rules, in easy numbers tell,
He felt the passion he describes so well,
In that soft art successfully refined,

Though angry Cæsar frown'd, the fair were kind,
More ills from love than tyrants' malice flow;
Jove's thunder strikes less sure than Cupid's bow,
Ovid both felt the pain, and found the ease:
Physicians study most their own disease.