We fend the GRACE S, and the Muses, forth,
To civilize, and to inftruct, the north?
Not that these ornaments make swords less sharp;
APOLLO bears as well his bow as harp :
And tho' he be the Patron of that spring,
Where in calm peace the facred Virgins fing;
He courage had to guard th' invaded throne
Of Jove, and caft th' ambitious giants down.
Ah, noble friend! with what impatience all
That know thy worth, and know how prodigal
Of thy great Soul thou art, (longing to twist
Bays with that ivy, which fo early kifs'd
Thy youthful temples) with what horror we
Think on the blind events of war, and thee?
To fate expofing that all-knowing breast
Among the throng, as cheaply as the reft:
Where oaks and brambles, (if the copfe be burn'd)
Confounded lye, to the fame afhes turn'd.
Some happy wind over the ocean blow This tempeft yet, which frights our Ifland fo! Guarded with fhips, and all the fea our own, From heav'n this mischief on our heads is thrown. In a late dream, the Genius of this land, Amaz'd, I faw, like the fair HEBREW ftand; When firft fhe felt the twins begin to jar, And found her womb the feat of civil war. Inclin'd to whofe relief, and with prefage Of better fortune for the present age; Heav'n fends, quoth I, this difcord for our good; To warm, perhaps, but not to waste, our blood: To raise our drooping fpirits, grown the scorn Of our proud neighbours; who e'erlong shall mourn
(Tho' now they joy in our expected harms) We had occafion to resume our arms.
A lion fo with felf-provoking fmart, (His rebel tail scourging his nobler part,) Calls up his Courage; then begins to roar, And charge his foes, who thought him mad before.
For drinking of HEALTHS.
ET brutes, and vegetals, that cannot think,
L So far as drought, and nature, urges, drink:
A more indulgent mistress guides our sp`rits,
Reason, that dares beyond our appetites :
She would our care, as well as thirft, redress ;
And with Divinity rewards excess.
Deferted ARIADNE, thus fupply'd,
Did perjur'd THESE US' cruelty deride:
BACCHUS imbrac'd, from her exalted thought
Banish'd the man, her paffion, and his fault.
BACCHUS and PH EO BUS are by Jove ally'd,
And each by other's timely heat fupply'd:
All that the grapes owe to his rip'ning fires,
Is paid in Numbers which their juice inspires.
Wine fills the veins, and healths are understood,
To give our friends a title to our blood:
Who, naming me, doth warm his courage fo,
Shews for my fake what his bold hand would do.
HLORIS farewel! I now muft go:
For if with thee I longer stay,
Thy eyes prevail upon me fo,
I fhall prove blind, and lofe my way.
Fame of thy beauty, and thy youth,
Among the reft, me hither brought:
Finding this fame fall fhort of truth,
Made me ftay longer than I thought.
For I'm engag'd by word, and oath,
A Servant to another's will:
Yet, for thy love, I'd forfeit both,
Could I be fure to keep it ftill.
But what affurance can I take?
When thou, foreknowing this abuse,
For fome more worthy lover's fake,
May'ft leave me with so just excuse.
For thou may'ft fay, 'twas not thy fault
That thou didst inconftant prove;
Being by my example taught
To break thy oath, to mend thy love.
No, CHLORIS, no: I will return,
And raise thy ftory to that height,
That strangers fhall at diftance burn;
And the diftruft me reprobate.
Then fhall my love this doubt difplace,
And gain fuch trust, that I may come
And banquet fometimes on thy face,
But make my conftant meals at home.
Of my Lady ISABELLA playing on the lute.
UCH moving founds, from fuch a careless touch!
So unconcern'd her self, and we fo much!
What art is this, that with fo little pains
Transports us thus, and o'er our fpirits reigns?
The trembling ftrings about her fingers crowd,
And tell their joy for ev'ry kifs aloud:
Small force there needs to make them tremble fo;
Touch'd by that hand, who would not tremble too?
Here LovE takes stand, and, while fhe charms the ear,
Empties his quiver on the lift'ning deer:
Mufic fo foftens, and difarms, the mind,
That not an arrow does refistance find.
Thus the fair tyrant celebrates the prize,
And acts her felf the triumph of her eyes:
SO NERO Once, with harp in hand, survey'd
His flaming ROME, and as it burn'd he play'd.
To a Lady finging a Song of his compofing.
HLORIS, yourself you so excel,
When you vouchfafe to breathe my thought, That, like a spirit, with this fpell
Of my own teaching I am caught.
That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which, on the shaft that made him die, Efpy'd a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to foar so high.
Had ECHO, with fo fweet a grace,
NARCISSUS' loud complaints return'd,
Not for reflexion of his face,
But of his voice, the boy had burn'd.
Of Mrs. AR DE N.
BEHOLD, and liften, while the Fair
Breaks in fweet founds the willing air:
And, with her own breath, fans the fire
Which her bright eyes do first inspire.
What reafon can that love controul,
Which more than one way courts the foul?
-So, when a flash of light'ning falls
On our abodes, the danger calls
For human aid; which hopes the flame
To conquer, tho' from heav'n it came:
But, if the the winds with that confpire,
Men ftrive not, but deplore the fire.
Of the Marriage of the DWARF S.
DBut nature did this match contrive:
ESIGN, or chance, makes others wive;
EVE might as well have ADAM fled,
As the deny'd her little bed
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