Still VALOIS reign'd, and funk in pleafure's Th' unhappy VALOIS bad his troops advance,
bow'r,
O'er a mad ftate held loose the reins of pow'r :
The trampled Law had loft its ancient force,
And Right confounded, mifs'd her even course.
'Twas thus when VALOIS France's fceptre bore,
Scepter'd indeed, but now a king no more;
Not glory's minion now, the voice of fame,
Swell'd the loud trumpet to the hero's name ;
His laurels wither'd, and all blasted now,
Which conqueft hung upon his infant brow;
Whofe progrefs Europe mark'd with confcious fear,
Whofe lofs provok'd his country's common tear,
When, the long train of all his virtues known,
The North admiring call'd him to the throne.
In fecond rank, the light which strikes the eyes,
Rais'd to the first, grows dim, and feebly dies.
From war's ftern foldier, active, firm, and brave,
He funk a monarch, pleasure's abject slave.
Lull'd with foft eafe, forgetful of all state,
His weakness totter'd with a kingdom's weight;
Whilft loft in floth, and dead to glorious fame,
The fons of riot govern'd in his name.
QUELUS, St. MAIGRIN, death-cemented pair,
JOYEUSE the gay, and D'ESPERON the fair,
The careless king in pleasure plung'd with these,
In luft intemperate, and lethargic ease.
Mean time, the GUISES, fortunate and brave,
Catch'd the fair moment which his weakness gave.
Then rofe the fatal League in evil hour,
That dreadful rival of his waning pow'r.
The people blind, their facred Monarch brav'd,
Led by thofe Tyrants, who their rights enflav'd.
His friends forfook him, helplefs and alone,
His fervants chas'd him from his royal throne;
Revolted Paris, deaf to kingly awe,
Within her gates the crouding ftranger faw.
Through all the city burst rebellion's flame;
And all was loft, when virtuous BOURBON came;
Came, full of warlike ardour, to restore
That light his prince, deluded, had no more.
His active prefence breath'd an instant flame;
No longer now the fluggish fons of shame,
Onward they prefs, where glory calls, to arms,
And spring to War from Pleasure's filken charms :
To Paris' gates both kings advance amain,
Rome felt th'alarm, and trembled haughty Spain :
While Europe, watching where the tempeft falls,
With anxious eyes beheld th' unhappy walls.
Within was DISCORD, with her hell-born train,
Stirring to war the League, and haughty MAYNE,
The people, and the church and from on high
Call'd out to Spain, rebellion's prompt ally.
DISCORD, dread moniter, deaf to human woe,
To her own fubjects an avengeful foe,
Bloody, impetuous, eager to deftroy,
In man's misfortune founds her hateful joy!
To neither party ought of mercy shown,
Well-pleas'd the ftabs the dagger in her own;
Dwells a fierce tyrant in the breast she fires,
And fmiles to punish what herself infpires.
Weft of the city, near thofe borders gay,
Where Seine obliquely winds her floping way,
(Scenes now, where pleafure's foft retreats
found,
Where triumphs art, and nature fmiles around,
Then, by the will of fate, the bloody stage
For war's ftern combat and relentless rage)
VOL. VIL
There rufh'd at once the generous ftrength of France.
A thousand heroes, eager for the fight,
By fects divided, from revenge unite.
Thefe virtuous BOURBON leads, their chofen guide,
Their caufe confederate, and their hearts allied.
It seem'd the army felt one common flame,
Their zeal, religion, cause, and chief the fame.
The facred LOUIS, fire of BOURBON's race,
From azure fkies, befide the throne of grace,
With holy joy beheld his future heir,
And ey'd the Hero with paternal care;
With fuch as prophet's feel, a bleft prefage,
He faw the virtues of his ripening age:
Saw Glory round him all her laurels deal,
Yet wail'd his errors, though he lov'd his zeal;
With eye prophetic he beheld e'en now,
The crown of France adorn his royal brow;
He knew the wreath was deftin'd which they gave,
More will'd the Saint, the light which shines to fave.
Still HENRY's fteps mov'd onward to the throne,
By fecret ways, c'en to himself unknown;
His help from Heaven the Holy Prophet fent,
But hid the arm his wife indulgence lent:
Left fure of conqueft, he had flack'd his flame,
Nor grappled danger for the meed of fame.
Already MARS had donn'd his coat of mail,
And doubtful Conqueft held her even scale ;
Carnage with blood had mark'd his purple way,
And flaughter'd heaps in wild confufion lay,
When VALOIS thus his part'ner king addreft,
The figh deep-heaving from his anxious breaft.
"You fee what fate, what humbling fate is mine, "Nor yet alone,-the injury is thine. "The dauntless League, by hardy Chieftains led, "Which hiffes faction with her Hydra head, "Boldly confederate by a desperate oath, "Aims not at me alone, but strikes at both. "Though I long fince the regal circle wear, "Though thou by rank fucceed my rightful heir, "Paris difowns us, nor will homage bring "To me their prefent, you their future king. "Thine, well they know the next illuftrious claim, "From law, from birth, and deeds of loudett fame; "Yet from that throne's hereditary right "Where I but totter, wou'd exclude thee quite. "Religion hurls her furious bolts on thee, "And holy councils join her firm decree; "ROME, though the raife no foldier's martial band,, "Yet kindles war through every awe-ftruck land; "Beneath her banners bids each host repair, "And truits her thunder to the Spaniard's care, "Far from my hopes each fummer friend is flown, "No fubjects hail me on my facred throne; "No kindred now the kind affection shows, "All fly their king, abandon, or oppofe : "Rich in my fpcils, with greedy treacherous hafte, "While the bafe Spaniard lays my country waste. "Midft foes like thefe, abandon'd, and betray'd, "France in her turn fhall feek a foreign aid : "Shall Britain's court by fecret methods try, "And win ELIZA for a firm ally.
"Of old I know between each pow'rful state,
"Subfifts a jealous and immortal hate;
"That London lifts its tow'ring front on high,
"And looks on Paris with a rival eye;
But I, the monarch of each pageant throne, Have now no fubjects, and no country own a 2 G
"Vengeance alone my stern refolves avow,
"Who gives me that, to me is Frenchman now.
"The fnail-pac'd agents, whofe deliberate way,
"Creeps on in trammels of prefcrib'd delay,
Such fit not now; 'tis You, great Prince, alone "Must hafte a fuppliant to ELIZA's throne.
Your voice alone shall needful fuccours bring, "And arm Britannia for an injur'd king. "To Albion hence, and let thy happier name "Plead the king's caufe, and raife their generous flame!
"My foes' defeat upon thy arm depends,
But from thy virtue I muft hope for friends."
Thus fpoke the king, while HENRY's looks con-
feft
The jealous ardour which inflam'd his breast,
Left others' arms might urge their glorious claim,
And ravish from him half the meed of fame.
With deep regret the Hero number'd o'er
The wreaths of glory he had won before;
When, without fuccours, without fkill's intrigue,
Himfelf with CONDE fhook the trembling League,
When those command, who hold the regal fway,
It is a fubject's virtue to obey.
Refolv'd to follow what the King commands,
The blows, fufpended, fell not from his hands;
He rein'd the ardour of his noble mind,
And parting left the gather'd wreaths behind,
Th' aftonish'd army felt a deep concern,
Fate feem'd depending on the Chief's return.
His abfence ftill unknown, the pent-up foe
In dire expectance dread the fudden blow;
While VALOIS' troops ftill feel their hero's flame,
And virtue triumphs in her HENRY's name.
Of all his fav'rites, none their chief attend,
Save MORNAY brave, his foul's familiar friend.
MORNAY of steady faith, and manners plain,
And truth, untainted with the flatt'rers train;
Rich in defert, of valour rarely tried,
A virtuous champion, though on error's fide;
With fignal prudence bleft, with patriot zeal
Firm to his church, and to the public weal;
Cenfor of courtiers, but by courts belov'd,
Rome's fierce affailant, and by Rome approv'd.
Acrofs two rocks, where with tremendous roar,
The foaming ocean lathes either thore,
To Dieppe's strong port the Hero's fteps repair,
The ready failors ply their bufy care.
The tow'ring hips, old ocean's lordly kings,
Aloft in air difplay their canvas wings;
Not fwell'd by Boreas now, the glassy seas
Flow'd calmly on, with Zephyr's gentle breeze.
Now, anchor weigh'd, they quit the friendly fhore,
And land receding greets their eyes no more.
Jocund they fail'd, and Albion's chalky height
At diftance rofe full fairly to the fight.
When rumbling thunders rend th' affrighted pole,
Loud roar the winds, and feas tempestuous roll:
'The livid lightnings cleave the darken'd air,
And all around reigns horror and despair.
No partial fear the Hero's bofom knows,
Which only trembled for his country's woes,
It feem'd his looks toward her in filence bent,
Accus'd the winds, which crofs'd his great intent.
So CESAR, ftriving for a conquer'd world,
Near Epire's banks, with adverfe tempefts hurl'd,
Trufting, undaunted, and fecurely brave,
Rome's and the world's fate to the fwelling wave.
Though leagu'd with POMPEY NEPTUNE's sel engage,
Oppos'd his fortune to dull Ocean's rage.
Mean time that GoD, whofe power the tempeft
binds,
Who rides triumphant on the wings of winds,
That Gou, whofe wifdom, which prefides o'er all,
Can raife, protect, or crush this earthly ball,
From his bright throne, beyond the starry skies,
Beheld the Hero with confidering eyes,
GOD was his guide, and 'mid the tempeft's roar
The toffing veffel reach'd the neighbouring shore;
Where Jerfey rifes from the ocean's bed,
There, heaven conducted, was the Hero led.
At a small diftance from the fhore, there stood
The growth of many years, a fhadowy wood.
A neighbouring rock the calm retirement faves
From the rude blafts, and hoarfe-refounding waves.
A grotto ftands behind, whofe ftructure knows
The fimple grace which nature's hand bestows.
Here far from court remov'd, a holy Sage
Spent the mild evening of declining age.
While free from worldly toils, and worldly woe,
His only study was himself to know:
Here mus'd, regretting on his mifpent days,
Or loft in love, or pleafure's flow'ry maze.
No gufts of folly fwell the dangerous tide,
While all his paffions to a calm fubfide;
The bubble life he held an empty dream,
His food the fimple herb, his drink the ftream ;
Tranquil and calm he drew his aged breath,
And look'd with patience toward the port of death
When the pure foul to blifsful realms fhall foar,
And join with God himself to part no more,
The Gop he worshipp'd ey'd the zealous Sage,
And blefs'd with wifdom's lore his filver'd age:
Gave him the fkill of prophecy to know,
And from fate's volume read events below.
The Sage with confcious joy the Prince addrefs'd, And fpread the table for his royal guest ; The prompt repaft, which fimple nature fuits, The team's fresh water, and the foreft's roots. Not unaccustom'd to the homely fare, The Warrior fat; for oft from bufy care, From court retir'd, and pomp's faftidious pride, The Hero dar'd to throw the king afide: And in the ruftic cot well-pleas'd partook Of labour's mean repaft, and chearful look ; Found in himfelf the joys to kings unknown And felf depos'd forgot the lordly throne.
The world's contention to their minds fupplies Much converfe, wholefome to the good and wife, Much did they talk of woes in human life, Of Chriftian kingdoms torn with jarring strife. The zeal of MORNAY, like a stubborn fort, Attach'd to Calvin ftood his firm fupport. HENRY, still doubting, fought th' indulgent skies, That light's clear ray might burft upon his eyes, "Muft then, faid he, the truth be always found,
To mortals weak with mifts encompas'd round? Muft I till err? my way in darkness trod, Nor know the path which leads me to my Gon? If all alike he will'd us to obey, "The God who will'd it, had prefcrib'd the way." "Let us not vainly GoD's defigns explore! "(The Sage reply'd) be humble, and adore! "Arraign not madly heav'n's unerring laws
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For faults, where mortals are themselves the cause.
Thefe aged eyes beheld in days of yore, "When Calvin's doctrine reach'd the Gallic fhore, "Then, though with blood it now diftains the
"Creeping in fhade and humble in the birth,
"I faw it banith'd by religion's laws,
"Without one friend to combat in the caufe.
"Through ways oblique I faw the phantom tread,
"Slow winding, and afham'd to rear her head,
"Till, at the laft, upheld by pow'rful arms,
"'Midft cannon's thunder, and 'mid war's alarms,
"Burft forth the Monster in the glare of light,
"With tow'ring front full dreadful to the fight;
"To fcoul at mortals from her tyrant feat,
"And fpurn our altars at her impious feet.
Far then from courts, beneath this peaceful cot,
"I wail'd Religion's and my country's lot;
"Yet here, to comfort my declining days,
"Some dawn of hope prefents its chearful rays.
"So new a worship cannot long furvive,
"Which man's caprice alone has kept alive.
"With that it rofe, with that fhall die away,
"Man's works and Man are bubbles of a day.
"The GoD, who reigns for ever and the fame,
"At pleasure blafts a world's prefumptuous aim.
"Vain is our malice, vain our ftrength difplay'd,
"To fap the city his right hand hath made;
"Himfelf hath fix'd the strong foundations low,
"Which brave the wreck of time, and hell's
"terate blow:
"The Lord of Lords fhall blefs thy purged fight
"With bright effulgence of diviner light;
"On thee, Great Prince, his mercies he'll beftow,
"And shed that Truth thy bofom pants to know.
"THAT GOD hath chofe thee, and his hand alone
"Safe through the war fhall lead thee to a throne.
"Conqueft already (for his voice is fate,)
"For thee bids Glory ope her golden gate.
"If on thy fight the Truth unnotic'd falls
"Hope not admiffion in thy Paris' walls,
"Though fplendid Eafe invite thee to her arms,
O fhun, Great Prince, the Syren's poifon'd
"" charms!
Hung error's mift, and God's high will conceal'd
The gifts from him to HENRY's breaft reveal'd.
His wifdom idly would the world prefer,
Whofe lot, though rich in virtues, was to err.
While the rapt Sage fulfilling God's behest,
Spoke infpiration to the Prince's breast,
Hufh'd were the winds, within their caverns bound,.
Smooth flow'd the feas, and nature fmil'd around.
The Sage his guide, the Hero fought his way
Where the tall veffels fafe at anchor lay:
The ready failors quit the friendly strand,
Hoift the glad fails, and make for Albion's land.
While o'er her coaft his eyes admiring range,
He prais'd in filence Britain's happier change:
Where laws abus'd by foul inteftine foes,
Had erft entail'd a heap of dreadful woes
On prince and people; on that bloody stage,
Where flaughter'd heroes bled for civil rage;
On that bright throne, from whence defcended
fprings,
Th' illuftrious lineage of an hundred kings,
Like HENRY, long in adverfe fortune school'd,
O'er willing English hearts a WOMAN rul'd:
And rich in manly courage, female grace,
Clos'd the long luftre of her crouded race.
ELIZA then, in Britain's happiest hour,
Held the juft balance of contending pow'r ;
Made English fubjects bow the willing knee,
inve-Who will not ferve, and are not happy free.
Beneath her facred reign the nation knows
No fad remembrance of its former woes;
Their flocks fecurely graz'd the fertile plain,
Their garners bursting with their golden grain.
The ftately fhips, their fwelling fails unfurl'd,
Brought wealth and homage from the diftant world:
All Europe watch'd Britannia's bold decree,
Dreaded by land, and monarch of the fea.
Wide o'er the waves her fleet exulting rode,
And fortune triumph'd over Ocean's GOD.
Proud London now, no more of barbarous fame,
To arms and commerce urg'd her blended claim.
Her pow'rs, in union leagu'd, together fate,
King, Lords, and Commons, in their threefold ftate,
Though feparate each their feveral intereft draw,
Yet all united form the fted faft law.
[All three, one body's members, firm and fit,
Make but one pow'r in strong conjunction knit ;
Pow'r to itself of danger often found,
But fpreading terror to its neighbours round.
Bleft, when the people duty's homage show,
And pay their king the tribute which they owe !
More bleft, when kings for milder virtues known,
Protect their people's freedom from the throne!
"Ah when, cry'd BOURBON, fhall our difcord
ceafe,
O'er thy strong paffions hold a glorious rein, Fly love's foft lap, break pleasure's filken chain ! "And when, with efforts strong, all foes o'erthrown,
"A League's great conqueror, and what's more
"Your Own,
"When, with united hearts, and triumph's voice,
"Thy people hail thee with one common choice,
"From a dread fiege, to fame for ever known,
"To mount with glory thy paternal throne,
"That time, Affliction fhall lay by her rod,
"And thy glad eyes fhall feek thy father's God:
"Then shalt thou fee from whence thy arms prevail.
"Go, Prince, Who TRUSTS IN GOD-can ne-
"ver fail."
Each word the Sage's holy lips impart,
Falls, like a flame, on HENRY's generous heart.
The Hero ftood tranfported in his mind
To times, when GoD held converfe with mankind,
When fimple virtue taught her heav'n-born lore,
And Truth commanding bad e'en king's adore.
His eager arms the reverend Sage embrace,
And the warm tear fast trickled down his face.
Untouch'd, yet loft awhile in deep furprife,
Our glory, Albion, rife, like thine, in peace?
Blush, bluth, ye kings, ye lords of jarring states,
"A Woman bids, and War hath clos'd its gates:
YOUR countries bleed with factious rage oppreft,
While SHE reigns happy o'er a people bleft."
Mean time the Hero reach'd the fea-girt ifle,
Where freedom bids eternal plenty fmile;
Not far from William's Tow'r at diftance feen,
Stood the fam'd palace of the Virgin Queen.
Hither, the faithful MORNAY at his fide,
Without the noife and pageant pomp of pride,
The toys of grandeur which the vain purfue,
Stood MORNAY brave; for ftill on MORNAY's eyes But glare unheeded to the hero's view,
The Prince arriv'd: With bold and manly sense
He fpoke ; his franknefs all his eloquence ;
Told his fad tale, and bow'd his lofty heart,
For France's woes, to act fubmiffion's part;
For needful aids the British Queen addrest,
While, in the fuppliant, ihone the king confeft.
"Com'it thou, reply'd the Queen, with strange fur-
prife,
"Com'ft thou from VALO1s for the wifh'd allies?
"Afk'it thou protection for a tyrant foe,
"Whofe deadly hate work'd all thy fortune's woe?
"Far as the golden fun begins to rife,
"To where he drives adown the, western skies,
"His ftrife and Thine to all the world is known:
"Stand'ft thou for him a friend at Britain's throne?
"And is that hand, which VALOIS oft hath fear'd.
"Arm'd in his caufe, and for his vengeance rear'd ?”
When thus the Prince; "A monarch's adverfe fate
"Wipes all remembrance out of former hate.
،، VALOTS was then a flave, his pafifion's flave,
، But now himfelf a monarch firm and brave ;
،، He burfts at once the ignomiiious chain,
،، Refumes the Hero, and afferts his reign.
"Bleft, if of nature more affur'd and free,
"He'd fought no aid but from himself and me!
، But, led by fraud, and arts, all infincere,
He was my foe from weakness and from fear.
"His faults die with me, when his woes I view,
"I've gain'd the conqueft-grant me vengeance,
،، For know the work is thine, Illuftrious Dame,
"To deck thy Albion's brows with worthieft fame,
،، Let thy protection fpread her ready wings,
"And fight with me the injur'd caufe of Kings !"
ELIZA then, for much the wish'd to know,
The various turns of France's long-felt woe,
Whence rifing firit the civil difcord came,
And Paris kindled to rebellion's flame-
، To me, Great Prince, thy griefs are not un -
known,
"Though brought imperfect, and by Fame alone;
"Whofe rapid wing too indifcreetly flies,
"And fpreads abroad her indigefted lies.
،، Deaf to her tales, from thee, Illuftrious Youth,
"From thee alone ELIZA feeks the truth,
"Tell me, for you have witnefs'd all the woe,
"VALOIS' brave friend, or VALOIS' conquering
fce,
Say, whence this friendship, this alliance grew, Which knits the happy bond 'twixt him and you; "Explain this wond'rous change, 'tis you alone
Can paint the virtues which yourfelf hath fhown. ،، Teach me thy woes, for know the ftory brings "A moral leffon to the pride of kings.'
And muft my memory then, Illuftrious Queen, "Recal the horrors of each dreadful fcene?
O had it pleas'd th' Almighty Pow'r (which
knows,
"How my heart bleeds o'er all my country's woes)
"Oblivion then had fnatch'd them from the light,
،، And hid them buried in eternal night.
"Nearest of blood muft I aloud proclaim,
"The princes' madnefs, and expose their shame?
"Reflection fhakes my mind with wild difmay-
"But 'tis ELIZA's will, and I obey.
، Others, in fpeaking, from their fmooth addrefs,
"Might make their weaknefs or their crimes feem
lefa,
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How cou'd he brook the fluggish time's delay,
What charm cou'd foften fuch an age of pain?
One fond reflection still his bofom chear'd,
And footh'd the torments of a lover's care,
Twas that for Delia's felf the bow'r he rear'd,
And fancy plac'd the nymph already there.
O come, dear maid, and with a gentle smile,
Such as lights up my lovely fair one's face,
| Survey the product of thy thepherd's toil,
Nor rob the villa of the villa's grace.
Whate'er improvements strike thy curious fight,
Thy tafte hath form'd-let me not call it mine,
Since when I muse on thee, and feed delight,
I form no thought that is not wholly thine.
Th' apartments deftin'd for my charmer's use, (For love in trifles is confpicuous fhewn) Can fcarce an object to thy view produce,
But bears the dear refemblance of thine own.
And truft me, love, I could almoft believe,
This little fpot the manfion of my fair,
But that awak'd from fancy's dreams I grieve,
To find its proper owner is not there.
Oh I could doat upon the rural scene,
Its profpect over hill and champaign wide,
But that it marks the tedious way between,
That parts thy Damon from his promis'd bride.
The gardens now put forth their bloffoms fweet,
The clofe-trimm'd hedge, and circling border neat,
In Nature's flow'ry mantle gayly dreft,
All ask my Delia for their dearest guest.
The lilly pale, the purple-blushing rofe,
The woodbine here its curling tendrils throws,
In this fair fpot their mingled beauties join ;
In wreaths fantastic round the mantling vine.
The branching arbour here for lovers made,
Shall oft protect us with its cooling fhade,
For dalliance met, or fong, or amorous talej
When fultry Phæbus burns the lovely vale.
Tis all another paradife around,
And, truft me, fo it would appear to me, Like the first man were I not lonely found, And but half bleft, my Delia, wanting thee.
For two, but two, I've form'd a lovely walk,
And I have call'd it by my fair one's name; Here bleft with thee, t'enjoy thy pleafing talk, While fools and madmen bow the knee to fame
The ruftic path already have I try'd,
Oft at the finking of the fetting day;
And while, my love, I thought thee by my fide,
With careful fteps have worn its edge away.
With thee I've held difcourfe, how paffing sweet!
While fancy brought thee to my raptur'd dream,
With thee have prattled in my lone retreat,
And talk'd down funs, on love's delicious theme.
Oft as I wander through the rustic croud,
Mufing with downcaft look, and folded arms, They.ftare with wonder, when I rave aloud,
And dwell with rapture on thy artless charms.
They call me mad, and oft with finger rude,
Point at me leering, as I heedlefs pafs;
Yet Colin knows the caufe, for love is fhrewd,
And the young fhepherd courts the farmer's lafs.
Among the fruits that grace this little feat,
And all around their cluftring foliage spread, Here mayft thou cull the peach, or nect'rine sweet, And pluck the ftrawberry from its native bed.
And all along the river's verdant fide,
I've planted elms, which rife in even row; And filing their lofty branches far and wide,
Which float reflected in the lake below.
Since I've been abfent from my lovely fair,
Imagination forms a thousand schemes,
For O! my Delia, thou art all my care,
And all with me is love and golden dreams.
O flatt'ring promife of fecure delight;
When will the lazy-pacing hours be o'er? That I may fly with rapture to thy fight,
And we shall meet again to part no more.
For it was not the pride of her fex,
That treated his vows with difdain,
For it was not the pleasure to vex,
That made her delude her fond fwain.
"Twas His, the fair nymph to behold,
He hop'd-and he rafhly believ'd. 'Twas hers to be fatally cold;
-He lov'd-And was fondly deceiv'd, For fuch is of lovers the doom,
While paffions their reafon beguile, "Tis warrant enough to prefume,
If they catch but a look or a smile.
Yet furely my PHYLLIS would feem
To prize me moft fhepherds above;
But that might be only esteem,
While I foolishly conftru'd it love.
Yet others, like DAMON, believ'd
The nymph might have favour'd her swain, And others, like Him, were deceiv'd, Like Him, though they cannot complain. Of PHYLLIS was always my fong,
For fhe was my pride and my care; And the folks, as we wander'd along, Wou'd call us the conjugal pair. They mark'd how I walk'd at her fide, How her hand to my bofom I preft, Each tender endearment I try'd,
And I thought none was ever fo bleft. But now the delufion is o'er,
Thefe day-dreams of pleasure are fled, Now Her DAMON is pleafing no more, And the hopes of her shepherd are dead. May he that my fair fhall obtain,
May He, as thy DAMON, be true; Or haply thou'lt think of that fwain, Who bids thee, dear maiden, adieu.
E fhepherds fo careless and gay,
Who fport with the nymphs of the plain,
Take heed left you frolic away
The peace you can never regain.
Let not Folly your bosoms annoy;
And of Love, the dear mifchief, beware,
You may think 'tis all funshine and joy,
-I know 'tis o'erfhadow'd with care.
Love's morning how blithfome it fhines,
With an afpe& deceitfully fair;
Its day oft in forrow declines,
And it fets in the night of despair.
Hope paints the gay fcene to the fight,
While fancy her vifions bestows,
And gilds ev'ry dream with delight,
But to wake us to fenfible woes.
How hard is my lot to complain
Of a nymph whom I yet must adore, Though the love not her fhepherd again, Her DAMON must love her the more.
CHLOE feek one verfe of mine
I call not on the tuneful Nine
With ufelefs Invocation;
Enough for Me that She should ask ;.
I fly with pleasure to the Task,
And Her's the inspiration.
When Poets fung in ancient Days,
The Muses that inspir'd their Lays,
Of whom there fuch Parade is ;
Their Deities, let Pride confefs,
Were nothing more, and nothing lef
Than earth-born mortal Ladies.
Did any nymph her subject chuse?
She ftrait commenc'd infpiring MUSE;
And every Maid, of lovely Face, That ftruck the heart of wounded Swain Exalted to yon ftarry Plain,
Was register'd a GRACE. These were the Compliments of old, While Nymphs, among the Gods enroll'd Claim'd Love's obfequious Duty;
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