From the black Trumpet's fufty concave broke A troop came next, who crowns and armour wore, And proud defiance in their looks they bore: For thee, (they cry'd) amidst alarms and ftrife, We fail'd in tempefts down the stream of life; For thee whole nations fill'd with flames and blood, And fwam to empire through the purple flood. Thofe ills we dar'd, thy infpiration own; What virtue feem'd, was done for thee alone. Ambitious fools! (the Queen reply'd, and frown'd) Be all your acts in dark oblivion drown'd; There fleep forgot, with mighty tyrants gone, Your itatues moulder'd, and your names unknown! A fudden cloud ftraight fnatch'd them from my fight, And each majestic phantom funk in night. Then came the smallest tribe I yet had seen ; Plain was their dress, and modest was their mien. Great Idol of Mankind! we neither claim The praise of merit, nor aspire to fame ; But fafe in deferts from th'applaufe of men, Would die unheard of, as we liv'd unfeen. "Tis all we beg thee, to conceal from fight Thofe acts of goodness, which themselves requite. O let us still the fecret joy partake, To follow Virtue e'en for Virtue's fake. And And live there men who flight immortal Fame? Who then with incenfe fhall adore our name ? But, mortals! know, 'tis ftill our greateft pride To blaze those virtues which the good would hide. Rife! Mufes, rife! add all your tuneful breath; These must not fleep in darkness and in death. She faid in air the trembling mufic floats, And on the winds triumphant fwell the notes ; So foft, though high, fo loud, and yet fo clear, E'en lift'ning Angels lean from Heav'n to hear. To furtheft fhores th'ambrofial spirit flies, Sweet to the world, and grateful to the skies. Next thefe a youthful train their vows exprefs'd, With feathers crown'd, with gay embroid❜ry drefs'd: Hither, they cry'd, direct your eyes, and fee The Queen affents, the trumpet rends the skies, And at each blaft a Lady's honour dies. H 2 Pleas'd Pleas'd with the ftrange fuccefs, vast numbers preft Around the fhrine, and made the fame request. Would you ufurp the lover's dear-bought praise ? Laft, those who boast of mighty mischiefs done, Of these a gloomy tribe surround the throne, TEMPLE OF FAME, V. I. p. 189. JANU JANUARY. THERE liv'd in Lombardy, as authors write, In days of old, a wife and worthy Knight, Of gentle manners, as of gen'rous race, Bleft with much fenfe, much riches, and fome grace; Yet, led aftray by Venus' foft delights, He scarce could rule fome idle appetites: But in due time, when fixty years were o'er, This was his nightly dream, his daily care, Thefe thoughts he fortify'd with reasons still, (For none want reasons to confirm their will.) Grave authors fay, and witty poets fing, That honeft wedlock is a glorious thing: But depth of judgment moft in him appears, Who wifely weds in his maturer years. H 3 Then Then let him chufe a damfel young and fair, To bless his age, and bring a worthy heir; To foothe his cares, and, free from noise and ftrife, In bliss all night, and innocence all day: JANUARY AND MAY, V. I. p. 209. JANUARY'S CIRCUMSPECTION. MY friends, he cry'd, (and caft a mournful look Around the room, and figh'd before he spoke :) Beneath the weight of threefcore years I bend, And worn with cares, and haft'ning to my end; How I have liv'd, alas! you know too well, In worldly follies, which I blush to tell: But gracious heav'n has ope'd my eyes at last; With due regret I view my vices past, And, as the precept of the Church decrees, Will take a wife, and live in holy cafe. But |