Youth of the quick uncheated fight, Thy walks, Obfervance, more invite ! O thou, who lov'ft that ampler range, Where life's wide profpects round thee change, Throw'ft the prattling page afide: To me in converse sweet impart, To read in man the native heart, To dream in her enchanted school; Thou, heaven, whate'er of great we boast, Retiring hence to thoughtful cell, As Fancy breathes her potent spell, Not Not vain fhe finds the charmful task, In pageant quaint, in motley mafk, To fome Contempt applies her glass: But who is he whom now the views, O Humour, thou whose name is known, Me too amidst thy band admit, There where the young-eyed healthful Wit, Are plac'd each other's beams to share, By By old Miletus* who fo long By him †, whofe Knight's diftinguish'd name Whose tales even now, with hoes fweet, Caftilia's Moorish hills repeat: Or him ‡, whom Seine's blue nymphs deplore, In watchet weeds on Gallia's fhore, Who drew the fad Sicilian maid, By virtues in her fire betray'd O Nature boon, from whom proceed" On all my heart imprint thy feal! * Alluding to the Milefian tales, fome of the earliest ras mances. + Cervantes. † Monfieur Le Sage, author of the incomparable adven• : tures of Gil Blas de Santillane, who died in Paris in the year 1745. 5 Let Let fome retreating Cynic find Thofe oft-turn'd scrolls I leave behind, To rove thy fcene-full world with thee! THE THE PASSION S. AN ODE FOR MUSIC. Hen Mufic, heavenly maid, was young, WH While yet in early Greece fhe fung, The Paffions oft, to hear her shell, From the fupporting myrtles round And as they oft had heard apart Sweet leffons of her forceful art, Each, for madnefs rul'd the hour, Would prove his own expreffive power. |