Floods of fire inceffant ftray,
Streams of everlasting day.
Round thy sphere the starry throng,
Varying sweet their ceafelefs fong,
(While their vivid flames on high
Deck the clear untroubled sky,)
To the tuneful lyre advance,
Joining in the mystic dance,
And with step alternate beat
Old Olympus' lofty feat.

At their head the wakeful Moon
Drives her milkwhite heifers on,
And with measur'd pace and even
Glides around the vast of heaven,
Journeying with unwearied force,
And rejoicing in her course.
Time attends with swift career,
And forms the circle of the year.
III. TO NEMESIS.

Nemefis, whofe dreaded weight
Turns the scale of human fate;
On whose front black terrors dwell,
Daughter dire of Juftice, hail!
Thou whofe adamantine rein
Curbs the arrogant and vain.
Wrong and Force before thee die,
Envy fhuns thy fearching eye,
And, her fable wings outspread,
Flies to hide her hated head.
VOL. V.

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Where thy wheel with restless round
Runs along th' unprinted ground,
Humbled there, at thy decree
Human greatness bows the knee.
Thine it is unfeen to trace

Step by step each mortal's pace:
Thine the fons of Pride to check,
And to bend the ftubborn neck,
Till our lives directed stand
By the measure in thy hand.
Thou obfervant fit'ft on high
With bent brow and ftedfaft eye,
Weighing all that meets thy view
In thy balance just and true.
Goddefs, look propitious down,
View us, but without a frown,
Nemefis, whofe dreaded weight
Turns the scale of human fate.
Nemefis be ftill our theme,
Power immortal and fupreme,
Thee we praise, nor thee alone,
But add the partner of thy throne.
Thee and Juftice both we fing,
Justice, whofe unwearied wing
Rears aloft the virtuous name
Safe from hell's rapacious claim;
And when thou thy wrath haft shed
Turns it from the guiltless head.

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A SATIRE in the Manner of PERSIUS, in a Dialogue between ATTICUS and EUGENIO.

By the late Lord HER VE Y.

ATTICUS.

HY wears my pensive friend that gloomy brow?

WHY

Say, whence proceeds th' imaginary woe?

What profp❜rous villain haft thou met to-day?

Or hath afflicted Virtue cross'd thy way?
Is it fome crime unpunish,d you deplore,
Or right fubverted by injurious Power?
Be this or that the caufe, 'tis wifely done
To make the forrows of mankind your own:
To see the injur'd pleading unredress'd,
The proud exalted, and the meek opprefs'd,
Can hurt thy health, and rob thee of thy reft.
Your cares are in a hopeful way to cease,
If you must find perfection to find peace.
But reck thy malice, vent thy ftifled rage,
Inveigh against the times and lash the age.
Perhaps just recent from the court you come,
O'er public ills to ruminate at home:
Say, which of all the wretches thou haft feen
Hath thrown a morfel to thy hungry spleen?

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What worthless member of that medley throng,
Who bafely acts, or tamely fuffers wrong?
He, who to nothing but his int'rest true,
Cajoles the fool he's working to undo:
Or that more despicable timorous slave,
Who knows himself abus'd, yet hugs the knave
Perhaps you mourn our fenate's finking fame,
That fhew of freedom' dwindled to a name :
Where hireling judges deal their venal laws,
And the best bidder hath the jufteft caufe;
What then?

They have the pow'r, and who shall dare to blame
The legal wrong that bears Aftræa's name?
Befides, fuch thoughts fhou'd never stir the rage
Of youthful gall;-reflection comes with age:
'Tis our decaying life's autumnal fruit,
The bitter produce of our latest shoot,
When ev'ry bloffom of the tree is dead,
Enjoyment wither'd, and our wishes fled:
Thine still is in its fpring, on ev'ry bough
Fair Plenty blooms, and youthful Odours blow;
Seafon of joy, too early to be wife,

The time to covet pleasures, not despise :

Yours is an age when trifles ought to please,

Too foon for reafon to attack thy ease.

Tho' foon the hour fhall come, when thou fhalt know "Tis vain fruition ull, and empty fhew.

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But late examine, late infpect mankind,
If feeing pains, 'tis prudence to be blind.
Let not their vices yet employ thy thoughts,
Laugh at their follies, ere you weep their faults:
And when (as fure you muft) at length you find
What things men are, resolve to arm your mind.
Too nicely never their demerits scan,

And of their virtues make the most you can.
Silent avert the mischief they intend,

And cross, but feem not to discern, their end :
If they prevail, fubmit, for prudence lies
In fuffering well.-'Tis equally unwise,
To fee the injuries we won't refent,

And mourn the evils which we can't prevent.
EUGENIO.

You counfel well to bid me arm my mind.
Wou'd the receipt were easy, as 'tis kind;
But hard it is for misery to reach

That fortitude prosperity can teach.

Cou'd I forbid what has been to have been,
Or lodge a doubt on truths myfelf have seen ;
Cou'd I diveft remembrance of her store,
And fay, collect these images no more;
Cou'd I diflodge fenfation from my breast,
And charm her wakeful faculties to reft;
Cou'd I my nature and myself fubdue,
I might the method you prefcribe pursue.