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We send the GRACE S, and the MU SE S, forth,
To civilize, and to instruct, the north?
Not that these ornaments make swords less sharp;
APOLLO bears as well his bow as harp:
And tho' he be the Patron of that spring,
Where in calm peace the sacred Virgins sing ;

courage had to guard th’invaded throne Of Jove, and cast th' ambitious giants down.

Ah, noble friend! with what impatience all
That know thy worth, and know how prodigal
Of thy great Soul thou art, (longing to twist
Bays with that ivy, which so early kiss'd
Thy youthful temples) with what horror we
Think on the blind events of war, and thee?
To fate exposing that all-knowing breast
Among the throng, as cheaply as the reft:
Where oaks and brambles, (if the copse be burn'd)
Confounded lye, to the same ashes turn'd.

Some happy wind over the ocean blow
This tempeft yet, which frights our Island fo!
Guarded with ships, and all the fea our own,
From heav'n this mischief on our heads is thrown.

In a late dream, the Genius of this land,
Amaz’d, I saw, like * the fair H EBRE W stand ;
When first she felt the twins begin to jar,
And found her womb the seat of civil war.
Inclin'd to whose relief, and with presage
Of better fortune for the present age;
Heav'n sends, quoth I, this discord for our good ;
To warm, perhaps, but not to waste, our blood:
To raise our drooping spirits, grown the scorn
Of our proud neighbours ; who e'erlong shall-mourn
* Rebekah.

(Tho? (Tho' now they joy in our expected harms) We had occasion to resume our arms.

A lion so with felf-provoking smart, (His rebel tail fcourging his nobler part,) Calls up his Courage ; then begins to roar, And charge his foes, who thought him mad before.

For drinking of HEALTH s.

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ET brutes, and vegetals, that cannot think,

So far as drought, and nature, urges, drink:
A more indulgent mistress guides our sprits,
Reason, that dares beyond our appetites :
She would our care, as well as thirst, redress;
And with Divinity rewards excess.
Deserted ARIADN E, thus supply'd,
Did perjur’d TH E SE U s' cruelty deride :
BACCHUS imbrac'd, from her exalted thought
Banish'd the man, her passion, and his fault.
BACCHUS and PH EOBU S are by Jove ally'd,
And each by other's timely heat fupply'd :
All that the grapes owe to his rip’ning fires,
Is paid in Numbers which their juice inspires.
Wine fills the veins, and healths are understood,
To give our friends a title to our blood :
Who, naming me, doth warm his courage so,
Shews for my fake what his bold hand would do.


CH For if with thee I longer stay,


HLORIS ! I go:

For if with thee I
Thy eyes prevail upon me fo,
I shall prove blind, and lose my way.

Fame of thy beauty, and thy youth,

Among the rest, me hither brought :
Finding this fame fall short of truth,

Made me stay longer than I thought.


For I'm engag'd by word, and oath,

A Servant to another's will:
Yet, for thy love, I'd forfeit both,
Could I be sure to keep it still.

But whát assurance can I take ?

When thou, foreknowing this abuse,
For some more worthy lover's fake,
May'st leave me with fo just excuse.

y. For thou may't say, 'twas not thy fault

That thou didft inconftant prove ; Being by my example taught

To break thy oath, to mend thy love.


No, CHLORI S, no: I will return,

And raise thy story to that height, That strangers shall at distance burn ;

And she diftrust me reprobate.


Then shall my love this doubt displace,

And gain such trust, that I may come
And banquet sometimes on thy face,

But make my constant meals at home.

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Of my Lady I S A BELLA playing on the lute. SSCH

UCH moving sounds, from such a careless touch!

So unconcern'd her self, and we so much! What art is this, that with so little pains Transports us thus, and o'er our spirits reigns ? The trembling strings about her fingers crowd, And tell their joy for ev'ry kiss aloud : Small force there needs to make them tremble fo; Touch'd by that hand, who would not tremble too? Here Love takes stand, and, while she charms the ear, Empties his quiver on the lift'ning deer : Music so softens, and difarms, the mind, That not an arrow does resistance find. Thus the fair tyrant celebrates the prize, And acts her self the triumph of her eyes: So Nero once, with harp in hand, survey'd His flaming Rome, and as it burn'd he play'd.

To a Lady singing a Song of his compohng:

When you vouchsafe to breathe my thought,
That, like a spirit, with this spell
Of my own teaching I am caught.


That eagle's fate and mine are one,

Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espy'd a feather of his own,

Wherewith he wont to soar so high.

Had ECHO, with so sweet a grace,

NARC I S S U s’ loud complaints return'd, Not for reflexion of his face,

But of his voice, the boy had burn'd.

B :

Of Mrs. ARDEN.
EHOLD, and listen, while the Fair

Breaks in sweet sounds the willing air:
And, with her own breath, fans the fire
Which her bright eyes do first inspire.
What reason can that love controul,
Which more than one way courts the soul ?

So, when a flash of light'ning falls
On our abodes, the danger calls
For human aid ; which hopes the flame

tho’ from heav'n it came: But, if the the winds with that conspire, Men strive not, but deplore the fire.

Of the Marriage of the DWARF s.
ESIGN, or chance, makes others wive;

But nature did this match contrive :
Eve might as well have Adam fled,
As The deny'd her little bed


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