XVI.

These had no charms to please the sense,
No graceful port, no eloquence,

To win the Mufe's throng:
Unknown, unfung, unmark'd they lie;
But Cæfar's fate o'ercafts the fky,

And Nature mourns his wrong.

Ev'n Locke beams forth a mingled ray,
Afraid to pour the flood of day

On man's too feeble fight.

XVIII.

Hence are the motley fyftems fram'd,
Of right transfer'd, of power reclaim'd;
Diftinctions weak and vain.

Wife nature mocks the wrangling herd;
For unreclaim'd, and untransfer'd,

Her pow'rs and rights remain.

XIX.

While law the royal agent moves,
The inftrument,thy choice approves,
We bow through him to you.

But change, or cease th' infpiring choice,
The fov'reign finks a private voice,

Alike in one, or few!

XX: Shall

XX.

Shall then the wretch, whofe daftard heart
Shrinks at a tyrant's nobler part,

And only dares betray;

With reptile wiles, alas! prevail,

Where force, and rage, and priest-craft fail,

To pilfer pow'r away?

XXI.

O fhall the bought, and buying tribe,
The flaves who take, and deal the bribe,

A people's claims enjoy!

So Indian murd'rers hope to gain

The pow'rs and virtues of the flain,

Of wretches they destroy.

XXII.

"Avert it, heav'n! you love the brave, "You hate the treach'rous, willing slave, "The felf-devoted head.

" Nor fhall an hireling's voice convey "That facred prize to lawless fway, "For which a nation bled."

XXIII.

Vain pray'r, the coward's weak refource!
Directing reafon, active force,

Propitious heaven beftows.

But ne'er fhall flame the thund'ring sky,

To aid the trembling herd that fly

Before their weaker foes.

XXIV. In

XXIV.

In names there dwell no magic charms,
The British virtues, British arms

Unloos'd our fathers' band:

Say, Greece and Rome! if these fhould fail,
What names, what ancestors avail,

To fave a finking land?

XXV.

Far, far from us fuch ills fhall be,
Mankind fhall boaft one nation free,
One monarch truly great :

Whofe title speaks a people's choice,
Whofe fovereign will a people's voice,
Whose strength a profp'rous ftate.

WEARY'D with indolent repose,

A life unmix'd with joys or woes ;›

Where all the lazy moments crept,
And every paffion fluggifh flept;
I wish'd for love's inspiring pains,
To rouze the loiterer in my veins.
Th' officious power my call attends,
He who uncall'd his fuccour lends ;

And

And with a smile of wanton spite,
He gave Camilla to my fight.
Her eyes their willing captive feize,
Her look, her air, her manner please ;
New beauties please, unseen before,
Or feen, in her they please me more ;
And foon, too foon, alas! I find
The virtues of a nobler kind.

Now cheerful fprings the morning ray,
Now cheerful finks the closing day;
For every morn with her I walk'd,
And every eve with her I talk'd;
With her I lik'd the vernal bloom,
With her I lik'd the crowded room;
From her at night I went with pain,
And long'd for morn to meet again.
How quick the smiling moments pafs,
Through varying fancy's mimic glafs !
While the gay scene is painted o'er,
Where all was one wide blank before;
And sweetly fouth'd th' inchanting dream,
'Till love infpir'd a bolder scheme.

Camilla, ftung with grief and fhame ;
Now marks, and fhuns the guilty flame;
Fierce anger lighten'd in her face,
Then cold referve affum'd its place :

And foon, the wretch's hardest fate,
Contempt fucceeds declining hate.

No

No more my presence now fhe flies,
She fees me with unheeding eyes;
Sees me with various paffions burn,
Enrag'd depart, fubmifs return;
Return with flattering hopes to find
Soft pity move her gentle mind.
But ah! her looks were ftill the fame,
Unmark'd I went, unmark'd I came ;
Unmark'd were all my hopes and fears,
While Strephon whispers in her ears.
O Jealousy distracting guest!
Fly to fome happy lover's breast;
Fitly with joy thou, mingleft care,
But why inhabit with despair?

By the Same.

WAS when the friendly fhade of night
Sufpends the bufy cares of light,

And on the various world bestows

Or fprightly joy, or calm repofe.

With gen'rous wine the glass was crown'd,
And mirth, and talk, and toafts went round..

Clariffa came to blefs the feast,

Clariffa, dearly welcome guest..

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