This was a Conqueft At a fingle Spoil
To plunder half the Learning of our IS LE.

In Fields of Battle, where the Sword waftes wide,
And You, o'er Ruin heap'd, in Triumph ride;
Sedate the thinking Mind the Fate furveys,

Of Creatures form'd to last but half our Days:
And often feels a deeper Lofs in one,
Mourning a PLATO, or an ADDISON.

Great BARD! what various Thoughts difturb'd my Head,

When I beheld thee number'd with the Dead?

Distinguish'd only by a decent Care,

To fay--what late Immortal Gueft lodg'd--there.
Is this, I cry'd, then rofe the Thoughts profane,
But by thy Virtue check'd, recoil'd again

"Such Pow'r the Afhes of the Virtuous crave,
"To fhoot a fecret Influence from the Grave;
"Their Tombs are Lectures, and discharge the Trust
Of living Eloquence from filent Duft.

Recover'd thus; I view'd around me spread The Scepter'd Monarch and the Mitred Head; KINGS more than dead, as feeming to accuse Thy Fate, and want of thy recording Muse.

SONG.

MOLL

SONG.

"OLLY's form'd to give Defire,
Complete in e'ry Feature;

To enflave all Human Kind,

Lovely MOLLY was defign'd, By Nature, by Nature, by Nature.

II.

MOLLY long have I in vain
Addrefs'd with humble Duty;

But cruel MOLLY 's fcornful Eye
Says I must a Victim dye
To Beauty. &c.

III.

Prithee MOLLY, grow more wife,

Or I for all my Sighing, May the cunning Lover play,

And confult a safer Way

Than Dying, &c.

PRO

PROLOGUE

Spoken by

Mr. RYAN,

On the first Time of his Playing the

Part of ORONO OKO.

FORONO OKO in the Drama fhines,
And wildly great on Europe's Senfe refines,
That be the Poet's Praisewhofe Magick
Hand,

Could raise an EDEN in a barren Land.

If his Imoinda's Chaft and beauteous too,
That Copy, LADIES, he transcrib'd from you.
The Actor's Part is laft, then know the Share
He claims between the Poet, and the Fair.

If he has ftrove to please, your Favours first
Broke through Depreffion, and his own Diftruft;
Studious to rife, he fought a wife Exchange,
For Slaves must drudge it on

the Free will range.

The Bird confin'd may sing against his Will,
But the wild Mufick is the sweetest still.

O! let us vary then our Notes with ease,
And pleafing, have Ambition more to please.
On you, ye fhining FAIRS, our Caufe depends,
For Beauties ever to Diftrefs were Friends.
Orpheus raised Theatres, but greater You,
Can raise the Poet, and the Player too.

IMITATION of the Thirteenth ODE of the

L

Fourth Book of HORAC E.

Audivere, LYCE, Di mea vota, &c.

UCr, at last, thank Heav'n, I trace

Old AG E upon your wrinkled Face,
And yet you'll still be Strumming:
For this new Antick Tricks you play,
Stand at your Window all the Day,
Or on your LUTE are Thrumming.

II.

In vain Rose-water you bestow,
On Parts above, and Parts below,

To make them sweet and taking;

A Jew (fo much the Tribe would fear you) Would never venture to come near you, You look fo like Hung-Bacon.

III.

PHYLLIS engroffes all our Hearts,
Her rofy Cheeks, her lovely Parts
Give Tranfports without Measure;
LOVE fhoots his Arrows from her Eyes,
The winged Shaft unerring flies

And wounds the Heart with Pleasure.

IV.

But he difdains to come to you,
For what the Devil fhould he do

With Teeth as black as Soot?

With Looks that would poor Mortals Fright, And fuch a Breath would put to Flight

Ten ThousandHorfe and Foot.