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To guilty hearts afford nó kind relief;

But add inflaming räge, and more afflicting grief.


Monstrous Typhoeus, thus, new terrors fill,
He, who affail'd the fkies,

And now, beneath the burning hill
Of dreadful Ætna lies.
Hearing the lyre's celestial found,
He bellows in th' abyfs profound;
Sicilia trembles at his roar,

Tremble the feas, and far Campania's shore;
While all his hundred mouths, at once refpire
Volumes of curling fmoke, and floods of liquid fire.


From heaven alone all good proceeds;

To heavenly minds belong

All power and love, Godolphin, of good deeds,
And fenfe of facred fong!

And thus most pleasing are the Mufe's lays
To them who merit most her praise ;
Wherefore, for thee, her ivory lyre fhe ftrings,
And foars with rapture while fhe fings.


Whether affairs of moft important weight
Require thy aiding hand,


And Anna's caufe and Europa's fate
Thy ferious thoughts demand;
Whether thy days and nights are spent
In cares, on public good intent;


Or whether leisure hours invite To manly fports, or to refin'd delight; In courts refiding, or to plains retir'd,

Where generous fteeds conteft, with emulation fir'd!


Thee ftill fhe feeks, and tuneful fings thy name,
As once the Theron fung,

While with the deathlefs worthy's fame

Olympian Pifà rung:

Nor lefs fublime is now her choice,

Nor lefs infpir'd by thee her voice.

And now the loves aloft to found

The man for more than mortal deeds renown'd; Varying anon her theme, she takes delight The fwift-heel'd horfe to praife, and fing his rapid flight.


And fee! the air-born racers ftart,

Impatient of the rein;

Fafter they run than flies the Scithian dart,

Nor, paffing, print the plain!

The winds themselves, who with their swiftnefs vie,

In vain their airy pinions ply;

So far in matchlefs speed thy courfers pass

Th' ætherial authors of their race.


And now a while the well-ftrain'd courfers breathe; And now, my Mufe, prepare

Of olive leaves a twifted wreath

To bind the victor's hair.

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Pallas, in care of human-kind,

The fruitful olive first design'd;

Deep in the glebe her spear fhe lanc'd, When all at once the laden boughs advanc'd : The Gods with wonder view'd the teeming earth, And all, with one confent, approv'd the beauteous birth.


This done, earth-fhaking Neptune next effay'd,
In bounty to the world,
To emulate the blue-ey'd maid;
And his huge trident hurl'd
Against the founding beach; the stroke
Transfix'd the globe, and open broke

The central earth, whence, swift as light,
Forth rush'd the firft-born horfe. Stupendous fight!
Neptune for human good the beast ordains,
Whom foon he tam'd to use, and taught to bear the reins.


Thus gods contended (noble ftrife,

Worthy the heavenly mind!)

Who most should do to foften anxious life,
And most endear mankind.

Thus, thou, Godolphin, doft with Marlborough strive,
From whofe joint toils we reft derive:

Triumph in wars abroad his arm affures,
Sweet Peace at home thy care fecures.





To thee, dear Dick, this tale I send,

Both as a critick and a friend.

I tell it with fome variation

(Not altogether a translation)

From La Fontaine; an author, Dick,

Whose Muse would touch thee to the quick.

The fubject is of that fame kind,

To which thy heart seems most inclin'd:
How verse may alter it, God knows,
Thou lov'ft it well, I'm fure, in profe.
So, without preface, or pretence,
To hold thee longer in fufpence,
I fhall proceed, as I am able,
To the recital of my fable.

A goblin of the merry kind,

More black of hue, than curft of mind,
To help a lover in distress,

Contriv'd a charm with fuch fuccefs,
That in fhort space the cruel dame
Relented, and return'd his flame.
The bargain, made betwixt them both,
Was bound by honour and by oath :
The lover laid down his falvation,
And Satan ftak'd his reputation.


The latter promis'd on his part

(To ferve his friend, and fhew his art),
That madam fhould by twelve o'clock,
Though hitherto as hard as rock,
Become as gentle as a glove,

And kifs and coo like any dove.
In fhort, the woman should be his,
That is, upon condition---Viz.
That he, the lover, after tasting
What one would with were everlasting;
Should, in return for fuch enjoyment,
Supply the fiend with fresh employment :
"That's all, quoth Pug; my poor request
"Is, only, never to have reft;

"You thought, 'tis like, with reason too,
"That I should have been ferv'd, not you:
"But what? upon my friend impose !
"No-though a devil, none of those.
"Your bufinefs then, pray understand me,
"Is nothing more but to command me.
"Of one thing only let me warn ye :
"Which fomewhat nearly may concern ye :
"As foon as e'er one work is done,
"Strait name a new one; and fo on;
"Let each to other quick fucceed,
"Or elfe---you know how 'tis agreed-
"For if through any hums or haws
"There haps an intervening paufe,
"In which, for want of fresh commands,
"Your flave obfequious, idle ftands,


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