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Poetical Essays in SEPTEMBER, 1749.

Then, every blessing here below,
An ODL on a Gentleman's Birib Day, in the With health's uninterrupted flw,

To him each year be given :

And let his tender infant ron,
And all my raptur'd soul inspire

His father's virtues make his own,
With gaiety and mirth ;

'Tis ali I ask of heaven,

7. B.
With every brightest ray adorn
This joyful, this auspicious morn,
That gave Adraftus birth.

Harte, bright Eliza, hafte, and bring

The incense of the breathing spring,

With highs, might pierce an adamanLet wreaths his temples grace ;

tine breast ! Let (miles redoubling all those charms, Yet still my passion no returns could gain, Which gave Adrastus to thy arms,

But scorns and frowns, with rever and in Thy grateful thoughts express. ,

vain. Fly far each cloud ; Necp every care ; At length I saw beneath a myrtle shade, Nor once let gravity appear

In floods of tears, the lovely cruel maid. Within this sweet retreat :

Amaz'd at what cou'd melt her frozen heart! Adraftus calls; come hafte away,

I gently press'd, she wou'd the cause impart: To mirth let's consecrate the day,

On that, her humid eyes began to move
With mirth let's crown the night, Tow'rds me, I own, the cry'd, at last, I

Come, every Britain's true born lon,
With mufick's every vot’ry join,

No more, said I! the blessing is too great!
Nor seek a nobler theme;

And storms my breast like some stupenLet instuments wake into voice,

dous fate ;

Tumultuous raptures revel in my soul,
And Pæan's through the vaulted skies
This Jubilee proclaim.

'Too much for human nature to controul!

But when my vi'lent passions taking vent,
Adraftus, noble youth ! attends

In extacy had all their vigour spent!
The call of bleeding Albion's friends,

Fond youth, said Me, you err; I love, 'tis
When Albion's wrongs requir'd ;

true, But finding vice triumphant reign,

With ardour ; but, alas ! it is not you. And impinus men their power regain,

Now shew your love above your int'rest He penfively retir’d.


[brought; Now see him, with his olvan band,

And let young Strepbon to my arms be Far o'er their coursers heads extend,

He'll hear his friend : You've such a mov. And hail the hounding deer :

ing strain,

(vain ! Now o'er th'impurpl'd plain they sweep,

Sure, when for me, you cannot move in Now straining up yon craggy steep,

If for yourself, you urg'd so well before, Their panting steeds they chear.

(You'll better piead for one you love far more! 'Tis thus, in innocence and ease,

Much more the said ; but, ftruck with the In virtuous a&ts, with honie-felt peace,


(from my eyes : Each day Adraftus spends :

Her words ficd from my ears, her image Physick in exercise he seeks,

Sunk in death's cold embrace, and gloomy And health from every flower extmas,

night ;

(light. That nature's bolom lends,

But, all! too soon again returnid to hated


A Myntas

raging with the pains of love,
Retiring Cought his frenzy to remove ;
To a cool river's bank the (wain repairs,
By strength of reason to forget his cares.
But e'en amidit the streams his fever burns,
Nor all the water empty'd from the urns
of river deities, cou'd cool his fame,
For ftill he sigh'd at dear Liberia's name;
Each wanton echo robb'd him of his ease,
And every sporting Nereid sooth'd his fond

direale. Thus whilft he languith'd for a cure in vain, And fighs succeeding fighs encreas'd his pain, Immortal Pallas from her shining (phere Came down, to wipe away the (wain's de

(pair. She told him, the fair sex were all deceit ; Their vows were false, their very tears a cheat,

wiles, Show'd him the danger of their pra&tis'd How certain ruin lay beneath their (miles. As from a dream he wak'd with sweet

surprize, Resolv'd no more to fall love's sacrifice, Since none can be a lover, and be wire.


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HYMN for SICK N E S S..? Y Noroet one thought repine !

ES, Lord! thy hand has funk me low! I'd rather press this bed of woe,

Than virtue's path decline! What's best for man, beav's best can lae !

Health might have provid my Inare !
Heay'n loves to let its servants be

As bleft as they can bear!
Ami&tion asks the mourner's part ;

And sigh the sufferer may:
When tortures wring the fainting heute

What heart can then be gay? ::
Yet, that the patient's good's de@grid,

(And faith believes it true) Inspires a constancy of mind,

Afiction can't fubdue !
Perhaps the woes, that life fupplies

Give raprares power to please!
Then is the dispensation wise,

That fits for those by tbefe.
The lofteft calm a form foregoes';

lie Life's brightest hour, a phade : Its richeft charms, gay summer ower

To winter's (cenes survey d.
Yet (rom th' experiment I thrink !

All's vaft, and final there !
Stand dauntlers on for-ever's brink

What hardy hero dare !
Of two extremes, and which unknown,

One proves my endless doom !
I rise before th'eternal throne

Or plunge to central gloom!
I fix, if heaven with grace abound,

As best for all thall be!***
If right my little sphere be found,

I fix as best for me!
O thou! whose favour more I prize

Than all beneath the Aky!
Say, “ I am thine" it mall fuffice,
And I can Imile and die!


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Wrote Ex!empore on bearing ebe Cbaraller of a

Lady lately deceai'd in tbe Ile of Wight,
wirbout mentioning ber Name.
HEN was there one to grace the hu-

man kind, Of such a pleafing form, and heavenly mind! Honour unfpotted, and a conscience clear! Whose looks were artless, and her words fincere

(defire, Who curb'd each passion, rais'd cach low And foar'd as high as virtue could require ! Supremely blelt with all the affluent fiore Of good, which heav'n can give, or we im.

plore! Who never did an act the with'd undone!-This must be virtue's self, or Dillington !

E modern belles, who laugh at love,

And all the tweets of virtuous joy, Who idly take delight to rove,

And in vain Follies live and die :
But, ah! What transient joys ye know!

How faint the pleasures which ye fcel !
Your greaten joys are mixed with woe ;

And all your pleasures wound like Reel. Then, virtúe, now affume thy pow's,

Thy conquest p'er each fair maintain : And from this white auspicious hour,

Begin to date thy gentle reign.
And ye, Britannia's blooming fair,

With joy submit her fway to own :
She'll guard you with maternal care,
And grant you joys till now unknown.



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On Miss CARTER of DL À L. WHAT HAT god of mufick will affift my. lays,

: {praise And teach an artless youth to fing thy What patroness of verse inspire my long, To paint thee brightest of the virgin throng? NoLydian goddess tunes the string like thee, No sylvan scene can charm to that degree, No Dapbne's glowing cheek and modefty, Laurinda, beauteous as the rising morn, Bright as the streaming beams from Cymbia's

born; Sweet as the vi'let, as the lily fair, (air. Fresh as the role, when fann'd by ambient By thee we learn to steer " the golden mean,"

[is seen. And by thy outward dress, thy gentle mind



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Pornpous apparel, and the pride of fate, ('Twas in those antient friendly cimes,
Ate nor lo much thy envy as thy hate. When beats with men conversid in shynes)
Thy modeft decency attads our fight, To know what exercise, what diel,
And on thy form we gaze with fond delight: Would best proirat lis life in quiet,
Thy genteel air, neither too ftiff nor free, The doctor felt the feebl pulle,
But just what true deportment ought to be. And faw the fibrous parts convalre
But, ah! how faint, how dull thesc num. Then thus his patient's cafe declard :
bers are,

“ Sir, your digation is impair'd;
By far too weak to paint a matchless fair. “ To you no fl-ph-meats can be good;
What tho' thy beauty emulates the rore, « Ure milk, and farinaceous food,
Thy lovely mind does brighter charms dir. # With roors, and beibs, of texture fort;
close :

(tains, “ And easy walks, repeated oft. There' toisdom pleas'd, her awful feat main- Whether or not he took his fee, There wir and learning, swayd by judgment Quacks afk; but authors don't agree. reigns.''

[Tage, The fox resolv'd, like any man,
Thou who with pleasure read'st the moral He'd clofe pursue this bealıkful plar.
And with keen penetration scans each page : No blood diftain'd his tongue or gullet ;,
O would thy sex from thy example know, But foh!'he ery'd, at light of pullet:
That all but wirtue's joys is vanity and wee*. Grew mighty great with kitchen Mary;
Would they with fond attention near fome Purloin' à from nothing—but the dair).

And ebar, in such a thief as he,
Hear thee discourse of perfe&, fair and good*. Was thought surprizing bonefly
Thy ligbe and colours + Toon would charm Th'effe&ts appear : His qualms are gone;
their soul,

[controul, His nerves acquire a brisker tone;
And each coquettith, wavering thought With firmer case he draws his breath.
Where wit and reason, exquifitely join'd, Thus far fucceeds--ibe frar of deatb.
Pour renovating.pleasures on the mind : Confess, great George, in Unis one thing,
In thy discourse we find a heav'nly charm, The subject's equal to the kirg:
T'enliven marble, and cold anch'rites warm. When love of life from danger wakes,
Go on, bright maid, porsue fair wisdom's Each to his regimen betakes

And you, in majefty tho hight,
And scorn the idle vanities of fools ; (talk, Bleed, purge, abstain, as well as I.
Thy guardian I goddess will approve each To me tho' life erits alone,
Nor will me e'er refuse what thou can't And marks no annáls but my own, y

(thine, Remote from dignity and fame,
Sense, reason, judgment, beauty, all are 'Tis

royal pleafurić, that I am.
And speak thee favourite of a power divine, 'Tis wirtue, not th' imperiat fiage,

That gives my sovereia Horid age 1

Excess the scepierd band will fake, Humbly infcribid to Miss of Gloucester. Tho' crown'd, the beated bead will akers Y fortune led,

Ammon's great for was drown'd in winds: BA 3 A lovely maid,

Buc semp'rance lengthens Brunswickl line.
So cauglit my wan'dring light ;

Here cboice admits of no appeal;
Neler did the like

And, when for yesterday I feel, s nezirii
My fancy strike :

Trutb makes my beart acquit my fate i
How great was my delight!

The fault's in me, and not in flate.
No nymph, I swear,

But kings and peers now we quit,
Can' equal her;

Our fox had not this virtuous wit :
All beauties in her shine:

old babie strong in beasts as men,
And I of bliss

With better bealıb returns agen.
Should never mits,

Why milk and roots ? He is not ficks :
Could I but call her - mine!

And bunger recommends a ibick.

The ben-roof, hambles of the fox,

Betrays anew the want of locks.
E boaft our freedom in debate;

The feather'd floor, th'exhausted yelki,
Yet live-as tho' compellid by fate : Alarm'd the farmer, and his folks.
For babie (ways, like second nature,

Recourse is bad to traps and gins :
In man, that thinking, bougbılefs creature. Who kills the fox, a capon wins.
A fox, depress'd with vitious age,

Needless their cares: For Thort the time,
Confulcs Hippocrata tbe fuge,

Before, self-puzifb'd for his crime,



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Alluding to a nocturnal öde to Wisdom, wrote by this lady.' + Sir Isaac Newton's dian logues explained for sbe use of ibe ladies, in fir dialogues en light and colouri, tranfared by this ingouious lady, from the Italian of Signior Algarotti, | Minerva


The glutlon, gorg'd from day to day, The surly dogs, less cautious not t' offend, Was lifeless found amidst bis prey.

Were daily beat, for barking at ibeir friend, Hail, bealıb, and temperance thy nurse ! When Isgrim sees the neighbourhood thus Birik, bonours, reputation, purse,

quiet, Without you, bappiness must miss :

Nature returns; he longs for change of diet; Witb you, ev’n poverty is bliss.

Leaps the neglected fence ; invades the fold; But babit, devious ftill from truth,

And what ensu'd want Britons to be cold? Neglects you both, in age and youth.

E'er this disaster happen'd, all allow, Fuller *, recover'd from the phthific, Ælop had warn'd the dupes, -as I do now. Applauds, prescribes Gymnastick Phyfick;

The QUESTION. A SONG, But weak in act, in words tho' wile, Forgets his rules, debaucbes, dies.

To Miss ELIZABETH THOMAS, Alas, how peopled is his school ! We read, resolve, and play tbe fool.

Unless you tell me what it is, The member thus, of obvious note,

That's woman's greatest pleasure Self-conscious of his barter'd voti,

Is it t'attend at plays, parades, When pleads the patrio. Britain's cause, At opera's, balls, or masquerades, Her rights, immunities, and laws;

Coquetting without measure What shameful pains corruption brings,

Or is it, when in beauty's pride, Not purg'd by titles, hid by frings !

Destin'd to be a happy bride, A while with sharp compunction 1tung,

You bless a faithful boy? He trembles, bites his venal congue ;

Or had you rather kill your hours, And vows, when next berint'rests call,

With foppish, priggith paramours, His country thallingross him all,

In empty Je ne Içay quoy. But soon the sigbt impreljion ends :

No; rather than from crowds of beaux Emoluments, engagements, friends,

To have a husband, I would chure Before the question's put, ruh in;

Ever to live unbleft: He takes the bribe, repeats the fin.

I ne'er could bear the rough controuls Look in the lift of names, and tell 'em ;

Of wretched transmigrated souls, He rolls again with P *, and P *

Monkeys in modern dress. Yet not like nature's this relapse :

Give me the man, with sense and parts The member gets a place, perhaps.

To humanize the roughest hearts,

And sooth the face of woe.
He suffers, to bimself who fins :
Who wrongs bis country, bonour wins.

One like Ardelio, noble youth,
One lives in mis'ry, one elate :

With virtue, honour, beauty, truth ; Boch flink indeed, but this, in flate.

But not a senseless beau.
Fruitless and vain is either's plea ;
The man's to blame, not destiny.

Monsieur VOLTAIRE,

Of .be NEWTONIAN PHILOSOPHY. Let virtue's empire be confeft, Let refolution guard the breast,

To tbe Mercbione's DU CHATELETt. Habits in both thall wear away,

Translated by Mr. BANCKS. Reafon Thall fill her golden ray ;

Mmortal Emily, capacious mind, The private life with bealobful days,

Pallas of France, and glory of thy kind; The publick, with his cou country's pruises Surpassing age ev'n in thy bloom of youth,

The pupil, friend, of Newton, and of truth. Tbe Wolf reform'd. A FABLE.

Thy fires transpierce me, and thy charms Wolf so far did go,


I feel the force, the brightness of thy soul ; foe :

(and noile, To thee attracted, I renounce the bays, Pursu'd by pitchforks, broomsticks, stones, Soughi on the rage, while yet I liv'd on Dogs, Thepherds, women, husbandmen,

praise. and boys,

My wit, cortected, roves not as before, He thought 'twas best at present to secede; Of vain applaule idolatrous no more. So crav'd a truce with mutton.-'Twas Let earth-born Rufirs with resentment rave, agreed.

And drag bis senseless fury to the grave, The savage beast retiring to the wood, In rhyme itill Rraining-coldly to enclose Lick'd clean his chaps, and vow'd a fast Some trivial thought, that would depreciate from blood;

profe ; Fawning familiarly came oft in fight,

That harmless Thunder let him hurl at me, By Theep and fhepherds seen without af. Which firit his rage for others might decree. fright.

To Aut bor of Medicina Gymnastica. After recovering from a molt deplorable fate of bealth, sbiefly by the use of exercise, be took again so drinking of spirituovo liquors, wbicb occafioned a faral relapse. + Tbe deatb of ibis lady, 07.cafibe muff extraordinary Fioren of ber ay bas been latey mention'd in the advices from Parisó


A That all the country rose upon its

light ;

To blast my fame Ice pedant Zoilus seek, Cease with your motion mortals to affright ;
And spread unmeaning malice once a week. Remount, descend near the great orb of
With me their envy withers in the bud :
I see no tracks imprinted in the mud. Elance your fires ; fly, and, as each appears,

Pbilosopby, all charming, pow'rsul queen, Restore the vigour of exhausted spheres. Lifts the wife mind above corroding (pleen, Thou, tister of the son, who, in the skies, Happy on high where Newton now remains, Of dazzled sages mock'd the feeble eyes, Knows he on earth if enmity yet reigns ? Newion has mark'd the limits of thy race : Not more than he my enemies I know, March on ; illumine night ; we krow thy While truth august invites me from below,

place. Already, see ! She opes the gate of day, Earth, change thy form ; let the great,

h The lifts I enter and pursue my way;

law of matter, The mally whirlpools, heaving still for The pole depressing, elevate th' equator ; place,

[space, Pole, fix'd to light, avoid the frozen car, Heap'd without rule, and moving without The constellation of the Noribern Bear; Thole learned phantoms vanish from my

Embrace in each of thy immense careers, fight,

[light : Near twenty thousand centuries of years, And day comes on me with her genuine How beautiful these objects! how the That vast expanse, of being the abode,


[fin'd! Space which contains th'infinity of God, Flies to these truths, enlighten'd and reSees in her breast this bounded system move, Yes, in the breast of God, from matcer free, Of planets, worlds, beneach us and above; It hears the voice of that eternal He! Whose whole extent, so wond'rous to our Thou, whom that voice familiarly invites, sense,

Say, evin in youth, the season of delights, Is but a point, an atom in th'immense. How hast thou dar'd, in spite of custom's God speaks, and chaos at his voice fubfides:

force, In various orbs the mighty mass divides: To move so boldly thro' ro vast a course? At once they gravitate, they strive to fall, To follow Newton in that boundless road, One center seeking, which attracts them alí. Where nature's lon, and ev'ry thing but God? That soul of nature, that all moving spring, Pursuing thee, I venture to advance, Lay long conceal'd an unregarded thing; And bring home truth, that wanderer, to Till Newton's compass, moving thro' the

France. space,

Where Algaroli, sure to please and teach, Measures all matter, all discover'd place; Conducts the Atranger to the Latian beach, Finds motion's cause ; philosophy unleavens;

With native Aow'rs adorns the beauteous Lifts up the veil, and open'd are the hea

maid, vens.

[robe, And Tyber wonders at such worth display'd ; His leamed hand unfolds the glitt'ring I grasp the compass, and the outlines trace, That clothes yon lucid, animated globe, And with coarse crayons imitate her face Who guides the seasons, and who makes the Th’immortal sair, all fimple, noble, grand, day,

Should I attempt it, my unskilful hand Mine eyes distinguish each emitted ray; To her, as thee, no lustre could impart, With purple, azure, emerald and rose, Above all praise, and far above my art. Th'immortal tissue of his habit glows.

To Burcber Gorfi. Execmpore.
Each emanation, in pure substance, bears Find, old friend! I am mistaken
The various colours that all nature wears.
These blended ceints illuminate our eyes ;

bacon, Give life to matter ; fill th' expanded skies. Thou saidst thou wouldīt transmit to me Eternal pow'rs, who, Near the King of By thy own waggon, carriage-free? kings,

[wings, I tell thee, thou doft seem afraid, Burn with his fires, and cover with your As if thou never should'At be paid. His throne ; 0 tell us! viewing Newton's Of shillings twelve the fum, tis true, plan,

(man Already is thy lawful due : Were you not jealous of that wond'rous And thou art sensible twelve more The rea too hears him. With ftupen. Exactly make one pound and rour; dous dance

The which I promise thee to pay, I see the humid element advance.

Perhaps the latter end of May; Tow'rds heav'n it rises ; heav'n attra&s it Or if it can't be quite în loon, high :

nigh, Thou shalt be sure to halt in June :
But central power, more potent, as more Then, prithee, send it in a trice
Each effort stops : The sea recoils ; it roars ; To thy obedient Nave, H. Price.
Sinks in its bed, and rolls against the shores.

Receiv'd this money of the poet,
Ye'comets, dreaded like the bolts of Jove,
In vast ellipses regularly rove.

Witness my hand, that all may know it.

Will. Goffe. September, 1749.



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