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When Vulcan, for his mother fore distrest,
Turn'd orator, and thus his speech addrest:
"Hard is our fate if men of mortal line
"Stir up debate among the pow'rs divine,
66 If things on earth disturb the blest abodes
"And mar th' ambrofial banquet of the gods! 665
"Then let my mother once be rul'd by me,
"Tho' much more wife than I pretend to be:
"Let me advise her filent to obey,

"And due fubmiffion to our father pay,
"Nor force again his gloomy rage to rife
"Ill-tim'd, and damp the revels of the skies;
"For fhould he tofs her from th' Olympian hill
"Who could refift the Mighty Monarch's will?
"Then thou to love The Thund'rer reconcile,
"And tempt him kindly on us all to fmile."

He faid; and in his tott'ring hands upbore

A double goblet fill'd and foaming o'er.

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"Sit down, dear Mother! with a heart content, "Nor urge a more disgraceful punishment, "Which if great Jove inflict, poor I dismay'd 680 "Muft ftand aloof, nor dare to give thee aid, "Great Jove fhall reign for ever uncontroll'd: "Remember when I took thy part of old,

<< Caught by the heel he swung me round on high, "And headlong hurl'd me from th' ethereal sky: 685 "From morn to noon I fell, from noon to night, "Till pitch'd on Lemnos, a most piteous fight!

“The Sintiants hardly could my breath recall, "Giddy and gafping with the dreadful fall.”

She fmil'd; and fmiling her white arm display'd To reach the bowl her awkward fon convey'd: 691 From right to left the gen'rous bowl he crown'd, And dealt the rofy nectar fairly round. The gods laugh'd out unweary'd as they spy'd The busy skinker hop from fide to fide.

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Thus feafting to the full they pafs'd away In blifsful banquets all the livelong day; Nor wanted melody: with heav'nly art The Mufes fung; each Mufe perform'd her part Alternate warbling, while the golden lyre Touch'd by Apollo led the vocal choir. The fun at length declin'd, when ev'ry guest Sought his bright palace and withdrew to rest. Each had his palace on th' Olympian hill, A masterpiece of Vulcan's matchless skill. Ev'n he, the god who heav'n's great fceptre fways, And frowns amid the lightning's dreadful blaze, His bed of ftate afcending lay compos'd; His eyes a fweet refreshing flumber clos'd; And at his fide, all glorious to behold, Was Juno, lodg'd in her alcove of gold.

705.

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CONTENTS.

The Life of the Author,

MISCELLANIES.

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To his Excellency the Lord Privy Seal, on the Pro

fpect of Peace,

Poem on the Prospect of Peace,

The Royal Progrefs,

Charles I.

Thoughts occafioned by an original Picture of King

A Fragment of a Poem on Hunting,

The Fatal Curiosity,

To a Lady, with a Description of the Phenix,

A Description of the Phenix,

Kenfington Garden,

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15

31

37

40

46

Therfites, or, The Lordling,

A Poem in praise of The Hornbook,

On Queen Caroline's rebuilding the Lodgings of

The Black Prince and Henry V. at Oxford,

On the Death of the Earl of Cadogan,

Oxford, a Poem,

Prologue to the Univerfity of Oxford,

Colin and Lucy, a Ballad,

An Imitation of the Prophecy of Nereus,

EPISTLES.

To the fuppofed Author of The Spectator,
To Mr. Addison, on his Opera of Rofamond,

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To Mr. Addifon, on his Tragedy of Cato,

113

To the Eail of Warwick, on the Death of Mr.

Addifon,

115

An Epiftle from a Lady in England to a Gentle

To Gilfred Lawfon, Efq. on a Lady's Picture,

To Sir Godfrey Kneller,

ODES.

Ode on the Earl of Stanhope's Voyage to France,

1718,

Ode infcribed to the Earl of Sunderland,

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137

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