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To Cities and to Courts repair,
Flatt’ry and Falfhood flourish there :
There, all thy wretched Arts employ,
Where Riches triumph over Joy;
Where Paffions do with Int'rest barter,
And Hymen holds, by Mammon's Charter ;
Where Truth, by Point of Law, is parry'd,
And Knaves and Prudes are fix Times marry'd.

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While conscious Visions labour in her Breast,
And airy Spectres discompose her Reft.
Sometimes the seems upon her native Shore,
Bless'd with the beauteous Youth, as heretofore;
Hears him converse, while from his tuneful

Melodious Sense, in melting Music, rung:
Sometimes she finds, or seems at least to find,
His shatter'd Vefsel forc'd before the Wind,

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With foamingWaves, and furious Tempests tost, The Mast, and broken Sails, and Sailors loft : Sometimes her Dream, in frightful Forms, dif

play'd A Croud of Martyrs, cruel Love had made Lamenting Thysbe's Shade before her stands, Shews her capacious Wound, and purple Hands; Now lyric Sappho in the Tide expires, Now faithful Porcia eats the living Fires. At length awaking from her Dream, she hears A Latian Voice, which thus falutes her Ears :

Unhappy Christian Maid ! (for such, at least, You, by your decent Habit, seem exprest) Say, whence you came, and hither how con

vey'd, Expos’d to Sea, without the Seaman's Aid ?

Soon as the Nymph her native Language hears, HerfrightedSoul was fill’d with Doubts and Fears: She thought, the adverse Wind, or refluent Main, Had forc'd her back to Liparis again ; Till, starting up, a spacious Land she spies; Barbarian Caves and Cots her Sight surprize : She sees a Matron on the neighb'ring Strand; Norknows the Matron, nor the neigh’bring Land. O! whither, whither am I blown? she cries; What Dens and Caves appear before my Eyes? And who inhabit 'em ? or Beasts of Prey, Or Men, less kind, and crueller than they?

To whom the Matron: Fly, nor dare to trust: The faithless People of this hated Coast:


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Here Sailors oft their hapless Fate deplore;
Who'scape the Seas, are wreck'd upon the Shore:
For,when the forcefulWind, and foaming Deep,
To this inhuman Coast impel the Ship;
Around the Beach the rude Barbarians ftray,
Destroy the Mariners, and seize their Prey ;
By others Death, they keep themselves alive,
Subsist by Rapine, and by Ruin thrive.
Unhappy Fate! the mourning Nymph re-

ply'd ;
O! had I perifh'd in the fafer Tide!
For much I fear, the Land I now survey,
Dooms me to greater Evils, than the Sea:
And yet what greater Ills can Fate provide,
Than thus to seek for Death, and be deny'd ?
Not so my Felix 'scap'd the raging Waves ;
Him Neptune funk, and me unkindly faves;
Saves, only to increase my former Woes;
To fall, perhaps, by more ungen'rous Foes,
Or to indulge some lustful Tyrant's Will:
But, Oye Heav'ns ! avert the fatal Ill ;
Protect my Honour in this foreign Coast,
The only Blessing which I have not loft !

The listning Matron wonders with Surprize;
Nor hears,unmov’d, theweeping Damsel'sCries:
But leads her to her neighb’ring Cottage, where
She chears her fainting Soul with homely Fare;
Condoles her Grief, and begs her to disclose
Her Country, Cares, and Cause of all her Woes.


Excited by her Words, the pensive Maid Preludes with Sighs, and thus, reluctant, said:

O hospitable Dame! why would you move A Wretch to tell a Tale of hapless Love? Which, in relating, must renew my Grief; Nor can I hope, nor you bestow Relief: Yet, fince you seem a Partner of my Care, 'Tis just a Partner know the Weight I bear.

Not far from Ætna's Aaming Mount I came, From Liparis, and Constance is my Name: Great Honours and Estates my Sire poffeft, And,O! too much to make his Daughter bless’d. I once with Fame and Fortune was supply'd, Nor envy'd Empresses their Pomp and Pride ; Now, like a Meteor, fallen from its Height, My Glory's vanish’d, and extinct my Light Full twenty Years in Happiness I pass’d, And ev'ry Year was happier than the last. Young Felix then his Love began to show; (Young Felix was the Cause of all my Woe) A beauteous Youth, endow'd with manlyGrace; But far his noble Soul excell'd his Face : And, tho’his niggard Fate bad Wealth deny'd, The Want of Wealth by Virtue was fupply'd. Two Years to win my doubtful Heart he strove, Two Years my doubtful Heartdeclin’d his Love: Yet still he press’d me with his am'rous Tale, Nor found at length, 'twas fruitless to affail : For, by Degrees, insensibly I came To first approve, and then indulge, his Flame;


Nor could his Suit, nor would his Vows reprove;
I heard with Joy, nor thought it Sin to Love;
Till in my Breast imperious Cupid reign'd:
Alas! how easy Love a Conquest gain'd!
And now my Reason check'd my Will no more;
But fed the Flame, it strove to quench before :
Yet durft not an immodest Thought approve;
Love ruld my Heart, but Honour rul'd my Love:
I scorn’d to stain my Virtue with a King;
As much my Lover scorn'd so mean a Thing.
What could we do? What cannot Love inspire?
The Youth reveals his Passion to my Sire;
And in such melting Accents made it known,
As might have mov'd all Fathers, but my own:
But proudly he my Lover's Suit repellid;
And, frowning, thus our mutual Ruin seald :
No more, presumptuous Youth! thy Passion

name ;
Suppress the Sparks, before they rise to Flame.
How dar'st thou, vulgar Wretch, ignobly born,
My Daughter's Scandal, and her Father's Scorn!
Aspire to wed so far above thy Fate ?
He sternly said, and forc'd him from his Gate.

O Avarice! what Evils doft thou cause,
Breaking the Bands of Love, and Nature's Laws?
Go, hungry God! and rule the narrow-fould;
Collect, and guard their curst, bewitching Gold;
Fit Province for thy Reign! too mean to prove
The Charms of Nuptial Life, and Joys of Love!

Ah !

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