That when the finite Parts expiring lye,
The whole Eternal Ages fhould defie?

Then fince the World's great Parts at once engage,
And Civil Wars in its Dominions rage,

We may foresee their Strife fo long depending,
At last in general Subverfion ending.

Rivers and Seas confum'd, fierce Fires may burn,
Till all their Ashes meet in Earth's great Urn.
Even now they frive the Victory to gain;
But ftill the Ocean does the Fight maintain,
And fwell'd with Rivers, hopes by Forces try'd,
To drown the reft, and fole in Triumph ride.
This to prevent, the fwift exhausting Wind,
And radiant Sun 'gainst liquid Force are join'd.
Thus equal in Appearance, long they mov'd,
Each others Strength in mighty Wars they prov'd,
At laft the Fire, 'tis faid, did win the Field:
And Earth did once, o'erwhelm'd with Waters, yield,
Long fince when Phaeton, led by vain Defire,
To drive the Sun's great Chariot did afpire,
'Twas then the World was hazarded by fire.
With head-ftrong force the winged Horfes flew ;
O'er Earth and Heav'n the burning Planet drew.
What then had been the Fate of all things here,
If angry fove, the daring Charioteer

Had not difmounted, by fwift Lightning's ftroke,
And fo at once the flaming Progrefs broke?
Thus Phaeton flain was falling to the Ground,
And furious Horfes dragg'd the Chariot round,
When great Apollo reaffum'd the Chair;
Reftor'd the Sun that rov'd throughout the Air;
With dext'rous force reclaim'd his raging Steeds,"
And to this Hour in annual Courfe proceeds.
Greek, Poets thus, the Truth with Lyes confound;
To waking Men, like wandring dreams they found:
But though to grace their Morals, they romance,
True fires did then from Eaft to Weft advance.
Such Magazines of Sulphur Earth contains,
That if fome ftronger Agent not restrains,

The Fuel all inflam'd, and raging high,
Will ne'er be quench'd till all in Ruins lye.
The Water too did, as our Authors tell,
In Ages paft, to fuch proportion swell,
That spacious Empires wholly were deftroy'd:
The Ocean then had Sov'raign right enjoy'd ;
But that fome greater Being foon arose,

From inf'nite Space, t'o'ercome th'invading Foes.
Bright Heav'ns then triumph'd o'er the vanquish'd
Showrs,

And falling Floods proclaim❜d prevailing Pow’rs.

ELEGY XI. LIB. V. De Trift.

OV ID complains of his three Years
Banifhment.

Condemn'd to dots, fert his native Soil,

Ondemn'd to Pontus, tir'd with endless toil,

Thrice has the frozen Ifter ftood, and thrice
The Euxine Sea been cover'd o'er with Ice.
Ten tedious Years of Siege the Trojans bore
But count my Sorrow, I have suffer'd more:
For me alone old Cronus ftops his Glass,
For Years like Ages flowly feem to pass:
Long Days diminish not my nightly Care,
Both Night and Day their equal Portion fhare.
The course of Nature fure is chang'd with me,
And all is endless, as my Mifery.

Do Time and Heav'n their common motion keep,
Or are the Fates, that spin my Thread, a-fleep?
In Euxine Pontus here I hide my Face,

How good the Name! but oh how bad the Place!
The People round about us threaten War,

Who Live by Spoils, and Thieves or Pyrates are:

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No

No living Thing can here Protection have,
Nay fcarce the dead are quiet in their Grave,
For here are Birds as well as Men of prey,
That swiftly fnatch unfeen the Limbs away.
Darts are flung at us by the neighb'ring foe,
Which oftentimes we gather as we go.

He who dares Plough (but few there are who dare)
Muft arm himself as if he went to War.

The Shepherd puts his Helmet on to keep,
Not from the Wolves, but Enemies, his Sheep:
While mournfully he tunes his rural Muse,
One Foe the Shepherd and his Sheep pursues.
The Caftle which the fafeft place fhou'd be
Within, from cruel tumults is not free.
Oft dire contentions put me in a fright,
The rude Inhabitants with Gracians fight.
In one abode amongst a barb'rous rout
I live, but when they pleafe they thruft me out :
My hatred to thefe Brutes takes from my fear,
For they are like the Beasts whofe Skins they wear.
Ev'n thofe who as we think were born in Greece,
Wrap themselves up in Rugs and Perfian Frize
They easily each other underftand,

But I alas am fore❜d to speak by hand!
Ev'n to these Men (if I may call 'em fo)
Who neither what is right or reafon know,
I a Barbarian am; hard fate to fee
When I fpeak Latin, how they laugh at me!
Perhaps they falfly add to my Difgrace,
Or call me wretched Exile to my Face.
Befides the cruel Sword 'gainst Nature's Laws,
Cuts off the Innocent without a Cause.
The Market-place by lawless Arms poffeft,
Has Slaughter-houses both for Man and Beast.
Now, O ye fates, 'tis time to stop my Breath,
And shorten my Misfortunes by my Death.
How hard my Sentence is to live among
A Cut-throat, barb'rous, and unruly Throng;
VOL. II

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But to leave you, my Friends, a harder Doom,
Though banish'd here, I left my Heart at Rome,
Alas I left it where I cannot come!

To be forbid the City, I confess,

That were but just, my Crime deferves no lefs.
A Place fo diftant from my native Air,
Is more than I deferve, or long can bear.
Why do I mourn! The Fate I here attend
Is a lefs Grief than Cafar to offend!

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Upon the late Ingenious Tranflation of PERE SIMON's Critical Hiftory.

By H. D. Efq;

[worst,

Fall Heavens Judgments, that was fure the

When our bold Fathers were at Babel curft: Man, to whofe race this glorious Orb was giv'n, Nature's lov'd Darling, and the Joy of Heav'n, Whose pow'rful Voice the subject World obey'd, And Gods were pleas'd with the Difcourfe he made, He who before did ev'ry Form excel,

Beneath the most ignoble Creature fell:
Ev'ry vile Beast thro' the wide Earth can rove,
And, where the Senfe invites, declare his Love:
Sounds Inarticulate move thro' all the Race;
And one short Language ferves for ev'ry place:
But, fuch a Price did that Prefumption cost,
That half our Lives in trifling Words are loft.
Nor can their utmost Force and Power, exprefs
The Soul's Ideas in their native Dress.
Knowledge, that godlike Orn'ment of the Mind,
To the small spot, where it is born's confin'd.
But he, brave Youth, the toilfom Fate repeals,
While his learn'd Pen myfterious Truth reveals.
So did, of old, the cloven Tongues descend;
And Heav'ns Commands to ev'ry Ear extend.

bleed;

And 'twas but just that all th' aftonish'd throng
Shou'd understand the Galileans Tongue.
God's facred Law was for all Ifrael made;
And, in plain terms, to ev'ry Tribe display'd.
On Marble Pillars, his Almighty Hands
In Letters large, writ the divine Commands:
But, fcarce they were fo much in pieces broke,
When Mofes Wrath the People did provoke,
As has the facred Cowl been torn and rent,
T'explain what the All-wife Dictator meant.
But now, t'our Egypt the great Prophet's come;
And Eloquent Aaron tells the joyful Doom.
From the worst Slavery at last we're freed,
And fhall no more, with ftripes from error,
The learned Simon has th' hard task fubdu'd;
And holy Tables the third time renew'd.
Sinai be blefs'd where was receiv'd the Law,
That ought to keep the Rebel World in awe;
And bless'd be he that taught us to invoke
God's awful Name, as God to Mofes spoke.
Nor do's he merit lefs, who cou'd fo well
From foreign Language his great Dictates tell :
In our cold Clime the pregnant Soul lay hid;
No virtual Power mov'd the prolifick Seed,
Till his kind genial Heat preferv'd it warm;
And to Perfection wrought the noble Form,
Never did yet arrive so vast a Store

Of folid Learning on the British Shore:
T'export it thence has been the greatest Trade;
But he, at laft, a full return has made.

Raise up, ye tuneful Bards, your Voices raife,
And crown his Head with never-dying Praise:
And all ye Nimrod's mighty Sons rejoice,

While ev'ry Workman knows the Builder's Voice.
In Shinar's Plain the lofty Tow'r may rise,
Till its vaft Head fuftain the bending Skies:
In its own Nature Truth is fo Divine,
No facred Pow'rs oppose this great Defign;