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And wlien up ten steep slopes you've dragg'd your

Just at his study-door he'll bless your eyes.

His study! with what authors is it stór'd ?
In books, not authors, curious is my Lord ;
To all their dated backs he turns you round;
These Aldus printed, those Du Súil has bound!
Lo, some are vellum, and the rest as good,
For all his Lordship knows, but they are wood. -
For Locke or Milton'uis in vain to look ;
These shelves admit not any modern book.

And now the chapel's silver bell you hear,
That summons you to all the pride of prayer:
Light quirks of music, broken and unevin,
Make the soul dance upon a jig to heav'n.
On painted ceilings you devoutly stare,
Where sprawl the saints of Verrio or Laguerre,
Or gilded clouds in fair expansion lie,
And bring all Paradise before your eye.
To rest, the cushion and soft Dean invite,
Who never mentions hell to ears polite.

But hark! the chiming clocks to dinner call;
A hundred footsteps scrape the marble hall:
The rich beaufet well-colour'd serpents grace,
And gaping 'Tritons spew to wash your face.
Is this a dinner ? this a genial room?
No; 'tis a temple, and a hecatomb;
A solemn sacrifice, perforin'd in state,
You drink by measures, and to miautes eat.
So quick retires each flying course, you'd swear
Sancho's dread doctor and his wand were there.
Between each act the trembling salvers ring,
From soup to sweet wine, and God bless the King.
In plenty starving, tantaliz'd in state,
And complaisantly help?d to all I hate;
Treated, caress'd, and tir'd, I take my leave,
Şick of his civil pride from morn to eve;
I curse suich lavish cost and little skill,
And swear no day was ever past so ill.

Yet hence the poor are cloth'd, the hungry fed ; Health to himself, and to his infants bread The labourer bears : what his hard heart denjes His charitable vanity supplies.

Another age shall see the golden ear Imbrown the slope, and nod on the parterre; Deep harvest bury all his pride has plann'd, And laughing Ceres reassume the land.

Who then shall grace, or wlio improve the soil ! Wbo plants like Bathurst, or who builds like

Boyle ?
'Tis use alone that sanctifies expense,
And splendor borrows all her rays from sense.

His father's acres who enjoys in peace,
Or makes his neighbours glad if he increase;
Whose cheerlul tenants bless their yearly toil

Yet to their lord owe more than to the soil ;
Whose ample lawns are not asham'd to feed
The milky heifer and deserving steed:
Whose rising forests not for pride or show,
But future buildings, future navies, grow;
Let his plantations stretch from down to down,
First shade a country, and then raise a town.

You, too, proceed? make falling arts your care
Erect new wonders, and the old repair ;
Jones and Palladio to themselves restore,
And be whate'er Vitruvius was before :
Till kings call forth th' ideas of your mind,
(Proud to accoinplish what such hands design’d,)
Bid harbours open, public ways extend,
Bid temples worthier of the God ascend;
Bid the broad arch the dangerous flood contain,
The mole projected break the roaring main;
Bạck to his bounds their subject era conmand
And roll obedient rivers through the land,
These honours Peace to happy Britain brings;
These are imperial works, and worthy kings.



@dipus king of Thebes having, by mistake, slain his

father Laius, and married his mother Jocasta, put out his own eyes, and resigned his realm to his sons Eteocles and Polynices. Being neglected by them, he makes his prayer to the fury Tisiphone to sow debate betwixt the brothers. They agree at last to reign singly, each a year by turns, and the first lot is obtained by Eteocles. Jupiter, in a council of the gods, declares his resolution of punishing the Thebans, and Argives also, by means of a marriage betwixt Polynices and one of the daughters of Adrastus king of Argos. Juno opposes, but to no effect; and Mercury is sent on a message to the shades, to the ghost of Laius, who is to appear to Eteocles, and provoke him to break the agreement. Polynices, in the mean time, departs from Thebes by night, is overtaken by a storm, and arrives at Argos; where he meets with Tydeus, who had fled from Calydon, having killed his brother. Adrastus entertains them, having received an oracle from Apollo, that his daughters should be married to a boar and a lion, which he understands to be meant of these strangers, by whom the hides of those beasts were worn, and who arrived at the time when he kept an annual feast in honour of that god. The rise ofthis solemnity. He relates to his guests the loves of Phoebus and Psamathe, and the story of Choroebus : he inquires, and is made acquainted with their descent and quality. The sacrifice is renewed, and the book concludes with a bymn to Apollo.

FRATERNAL rage the guilty Thebes alarms, Th’alternate reign destroy'a by impious arms Demand our song; a sacred fury fires My ravish'd breast, and all the Muse inspires. O goddess! say, shall I deduce my rhymes From the dire nation in its early times, Europa's rape, Agenor's stern decree, And Cadmus searching round the spacious sea ? How with the serpent's teeth he sow'd the soil, Aud reap'd an iron harvest of his toil ? Or how from joining stones the city sprung, While to his harp divine Amphion sung? Or shall I Juno's hate to Thebes resound, Whose fatal rage th' unhappy monarch fouud ? The sire against the son his arrows drew; O'er the wide fields the furious mother fiew, And while her arms a second hope contain, Sprung from the rocks, and plung'd into the main

But waive whate'er to Cadmus may belong, And fix O Muse! the barrier of thy song At Edipus---from his disasters trace The long confusions of his guilty race: Nor yet attempt to stretch thy bolder wing, And mighty Cæsar's conquering eagles sing; How twice he tam'd proud Ister's rapid flood, While Dacian mountains stream'd with barb'rous

blood; Twice taught the Rbine beneath his laws to roll, And stretched his empire to the frozen pole; Or, long before, with early valour strove In youthful arms t'assert the cause of Jove. And thou, great heir of all thy father's faine, Increase of glory to thy Latian name! O! bless thy Rome with an eternal reign, Nor let desiring worlds entreat in vain. What tho' the stars contract their heavenly space, And crowd their shining ranks to yield thee place ; Though all the skies, ambitious of thy sway, Conspire to court thee from our world away; Though Phobus longs to mix his rays with thine, And in thy glories more serenely shine! 'Though Jove himself no less content would be To part his throne, and share his heav'n with thee!

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