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And as I wake, fweet music hreathe
Ahove, ahout, or underneath,
Sent hy some fpirit to mortals' good,
Or th' unfeen genius of the wood.
But let my due feet never fail
To walk the studious cloyster's pale,
And love the high emhowed roof,
With ant que pillars massy proof,
And storied windows richly dight,
Casting a dim religious light.
There let the pealing organ hlow,
To the full-voic'd quire helow,
In fervice high and anthems clear,
As may with fwretnels, through mine ear,
Dissolve me into ecltasies,
And hring all heav'n hefore mine eyes.
And may at last my weary age
find out the peaceful hermitage,
The hairy gown and mossy cell,
Where 1 may sit, and rightly fpell
Of every star that heav'n doth shew
And every herh that sips the dew;
Till old experience do attain
To fomething like prophetic strain.
Thefe pleafures, Melancholy, give.
And 1 with thee will choofe to live.



From the First Book of Ovid's Metamorphoses.}


Golden Age was sirst; when man, y^t new, No rule but uncorrupted reafon knew; And with a native bent did good purfue. Unforc'd by punilhment, unaw'd by fear. His words were simple, and hi* foul sincere: Needieft was written law , where none opprefsed J The law of man was written in his breast: No fuppliant crowds before the judge appearM; No court erected yet, nor caufe was heard; But all was fale, lor confcience was their guard. The mountain-tree* in distant profpect pleafe, Ere yet the pine descended to the feas; Ere fails were fpread, new oceans to explore; And happy mortals, uncoocern'd for more, ConsinM their wiihes lo their native ihore. No walls w ere yet, nor fence, nor moat, nor mound, Nor drum was heard, nor trumpet'* angry found: Nor f»ords were forg'd; but void of care and crime The foft creation flept away their time. The teeming earth, yet guiltlefs of the plough; And, unprovok'd, did fruitful stores allow: Content with food, wheh nature freely bred, On wildmgs and on stiawbernes they led;

Cornels and bramble-berries gave the reft,
And falling acorns furnifh'd out a feast.
The flow'rs, unfown, in sields and meadows reign'd \
And western winds immortal fpring mainta n'd.
Id followmg years the bearded corn enfu'd,
From eaith, unask'd; nor was that earth renew'd.
From veins and vallies milk and nectar broke,
And honey fweating through the pores of oak.

But when good Saturn, banisiVd from above,
Was driv'n to hell, the world was under Jove.
Succeeding times a Silver Age behold, brafs, but more exceTd by gold.
Then fummer, autumn, winter, did appear,
And fpring was but a feafon of the year.
The fun his annual courfe obliquely made,
Good days contracted, and enlargM the bad.
Then air with fultry heats began to glow,
The vngs of winds were clpggM with ice and fnow;
And fhiv'ring mortals into houfes driv'n,
Sought /heller from th' inclemency of heav'n.
Thofe houfes'then were caves, or homely fheds,
With twining ozier? fene'd and rr.oss their beds.
Then ploughs, for fed, the fruitful furrows broke,
Aud oxen labour'd sirst beneath the yoke.


To this came next in courfe the Bra/en Age,
A warlike ossspring, promp to bloody ra^c,
Kot impious yet — .. -

THE IRON AGE, ■ Hard steel fucceeded then;

And stubborn as the metal were the men.
Truth, Modesty, and Shame, the world forfook,
Fraud, Avarice, end Force, their places took.
Then fails were fpread to every wind that blew,
Raw were the failors, and the depths were new;
Trees rudely hallow'd did the waves fustain;
Ere ships in triumph ploughM the wat'ry plain.
Then land-marks limited to each his right,
For all before was common as the light.
Nor was the ground alone requir'd to bear
Her annual income to the crooked fhare;
But greedy mortals, rummaging her store,
DiggM from her eutrails,sirst the precious ore;
Which next to hell the prudent Gods had laid;
And that alluring ill to sight di fplay M.
Thus curfed fteel, and more accurfed gold,
Gave mifchief birth, and made that mifchief bold;
And double death did wretched man invade,
By steel assaulted, and by gold betray'd.
Now (brandisiVd weapons glitt'ring in their hands),
Mankind is broken loofe from moral bands.
No rights of hofpitality remain;
The guest, by him who harbour'd him is flairi;
The fon-in-law purfues Ihe father's I fe;
The wife her hufband murders, he the wife:
The step-dame potion for the fon prepares $
The fon inquires into his father's years.
Faith flit s, and Piety in exile mourns;
And Justice, here opprest, to heav'n returns.



'Trs pleafant lafely to behold from wore.
The rolling ship, and hear the tempest roar:
Not that anuther's pain it our delight;
But pains unfelt produce the pleasing sight.
Tis pleafant alfo, to behold from far,
The moving legions mingled in the war:
But much more fweet the lab'ring steps to guide,
To virtue's heights, with wisdom well lupply'd,
And all the magazines of learnmg fortity'd:
From thence to look below on human kind J
Bewilder'd in the maze af life and blmd:
To fee vain fooU ambitioufly contend,
For w it and pow'r, their last endeavours bend
T' outlhine each other; waste their time and health,
In fearch of honour, and purfuit of wealth.
O wretched man! in what a mist os life,
Inclos'd with dangers and with noify strife,
He fpends his little fpan; and over-feeds
His cramm'd desirei, with more than nature needs!
For Nature w ifely stints our appetite,
'And craves no more than undisturb'd delight;
Wh ch minds, unmix'd with cares and fears, obtain;
A foul ferene, a body void of pam.
So little this corporeal frame requires;
So bounded are our natural desires,
That wanting all, and fetting pain alide.
With bare privation sense is fatisfy '4.

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