My brother Boreas thro' the world has flown,
Swelling his breath to spread forth your renown;
Say, wou'd you choose to vifit this retreat,

And view the world where all thefe wonders meet ?
Wish you some friend o'er that tempestuous fea
To bear you fafe! behold that friend in me.
My active wings fhall all their force employ,
And nimbly waft you to the realms of joy;
As once, to gratify the god of Love,
I bore fair Pfyche to the Cyprian grove;
Or as Jove's bird, defcending from on high,
Snatch'd the young Trojan trembling to the sky.
There perfect bliss thou may'st for ever share,
'Scap'd from the bufy world, and all its care;
There in the lovely princefs fhalt thou find
A mistress ever blooming, ever kind.
All ecftacy on air Porfenna trod,

And to his bofom ftrain'd the little god;

With grateful fentiments his heart o'erflow'd,

And in the warmeft words millions of thanks beftow'd.
When Æolus in furly humour broke

Their ftrict embrace, and thus abruptly spoke.

Enough of compliment; I hate the sport
Of meanlefs words; this is no human court;
Where plain and honeft are discarded quite,
For the more modish title of polite ;
Where in foft fpeeches hypocrites impart

The venom'd ills that lurk beneath the heart;

In

In friendship's holy guife their guilt imprové,
And kindly kill with fpecious fhew of love.
my fubjects are not us'd to wait,
And wafte their hours to hear a mortal prate;

For us,

They must abroad before the rifing fun,

And hie 'em to the feas: there's mifchief to be done.
Excufe my plainnefs, Sir, but business stands,
And we have ftorms and shipwrecks on our hands.
He ended frowning, and the noisy rout,

Each to his feveral cell went puffing out.
But Zephyr, far more courteous than the rest,
To his own bow'r convey'd the royal guest ;
There on a bed of rofes neatly laid,
Beneath the fragrance of a myrtle shade,
His limbs to needful reft the prince applied,
His fweet companion flumb'ring by his fide.

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BOOK II..

O fooner in her filver chariot rose

The ruddy morn, than fated with repose
The prince addrefs'd his hoft; the God awoke,
And leaping from his couch, thus kindly spoke.
This early call, my lord, that chides my stay,
Requires my thanks, and I with joy obey.
Like you I long to reach the blissful coaft,
Hate the flow night, and mourn the moments loft.

The

The bright Rofinda, lovelieft of the fair
That crowd the princefs' court, demands my care
Ev'n now with fears and jealoufies o'erborn
Upbraids, and calls me cruel and forfworn.
What fweet rewards on all my toils attend,
Serving at once my miftrefs and my friend;
Just to my love and to my duty too,

Well paid in her, well pleas'd in pleafing you.
This faid, he led him to the cavern gate,

And clafp'd him in his arms, and pois'd his weight;
Then ballancing his body here and there,

Stretch'd forth his agile wings, and launch'd in air ;
Swift as the fiery meteor from on high
Shoots to its goal, and gleams athwart the sky.
Here with quick fan his lab'ring pinions play;
There glide at ease along the liquid way ;
Now lightly fkim the plain with even flight;
Now proudly foar above the mountain's height.
Spiteful Detraction, whofe envenom'd hate
Sports with the fuff 'rings of the good and great,
Spares not our prince, but with opprobrious fneer
Arraigns him of the heinous fin of fear;

That he, fo tried in arms, whofe very name
Infus'd a fecret panic where it came,

Ev'n he, as high above the clouds he flew,
And spied the mountains lefs'ning to the view,
Nought round him but the wide expanded air,
Helpless, abandon'd to a ftripling's care,

Struck with the rapid whirl, and dreadful height,
Confefs'd fome faint alarm, fome little fright.
The friendly God, who instantly divin'd
The terrors that poffefs'd his fellow's mind,
To calm his troubled thoughts, and cheat the way,
Defcrib'd the nations that beneath them lay,
The name, the climate, and the foil's increase,
Their arms in war, their government in peace;
Shew'd their domeftic arts, their foreign trade,
What int'reft they purfued, what leagues they made.
The sweet difcourfe fo charm'd Porfenna's ear,
That loft in joy he had no time for fear.

From Scandinavia's cold inclement waste
O'er wide Germania's various realms they paft,
And now on Albion's fields fufpend their toil,
- And hover for awhile, and bless the foil.
O'er the gay scene the prince delighted hung,
And gaz'd in rapture, and forgot his tongue;
Till bursting forth at length. Behold, cried he,
The promis'd ifle, the land I long'd to see ;
Those plains, those vales, and fruitful hills declare
My queen, my charmer must inhabit there.
Thus rav'd the monarch, and the gentle guide,
Pleas'd with his error, thus in fmiles replied.

I must applaud, my lord, the lucky thought;
Ev'n I, who know th' original, am caught,
And doubt my fenfes, when I view the draught.

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The

The flow-afcending hill, the lofty wood
That mantles o'er its brow, the filver flood
Wand'ring in mazes thro' the flow'ry mead,
The herd that in the plenteous pastures feed,
And ev'ry object, every fcene excites.

Fresh wonder in my foul, and fills with new delights:
Dwells cheerful Plenty there, and learned Eafe,
And Art with Nature feems at ftrife to please.
There Liberty, delightful goddess, reigns,
Gladdens each heart, and gilds the fertile plains ;
There firmly feated may the ever smile,

And show'r her bleffings o'er her fav'rite ifle !
But fee, the rifing fun reproves our stay.
He faid, and to the ocean wing'd his way,
Stretching his courfe to climates then unknown,
Nations that fwelter in the burning zone.
There in Peruvian vales a moment staid,

And smooth'd his wings beneath the citrón fhade ;
Then fwift his oary pinions plied again,

Cross'd the new world, and fought the Southern main;
Where many a wet and weary league o'erpaft,

The wifh'd for paradife appear'd at last.

With force abated now they gently sweep O'er the smooth furface of the shining deep;

The Dryads hail'd them from the distant shore,

The Nereids play'd around, the Tritons fwam before,

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While foft Favonius their arrival greets,

And breathes his welcome in a thousand sweets.

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