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And, since thy choice is always free,

But Prudence molt attracts the fight, I bless thee for thy smiles on me.

And Thines pre-eminently bright. When sorrows swell the tempeft high; To view her various thoughts that rife, Thou, a kinci port, art always nigh;

She holds a mirror to her cyes; For aching hearts a fov'reign cure,

The mirror, faithful to its charge, Not soft nepenthe * half so sure !

Reflects the virgin's soul in large. And, when returning comforts rise,

A Virtue with a softer air Thou the bright fun that gilds our skies. Was handmaid to the regal fair.

While these ideas warm d my breast, This nymph, indulgent, conft:nt, kind, Wy weary eyelids stole to rest;

Derives from Heaven her sporless mind; When fancy re-affum'd the theme,

When actions wear a dubious face, And furnish'd this instructive dream : Puts the best meaning on the case ; I fail'd upon a formy sea

She spreads her arms, and bares her breast (Thousands embark'd alike with me); Takes in the naked and distress'd; My skiff was fmall, and weak beside,

Prefers the hungry orphan's crics, Not built, methought, to ítem the tide. And from her queen obtains fupplies. The winds along the furges (weep,

The maid, who acts this lovely part, The wrecks lie icatter'd through the deep; Grafp'd in her hand a bleeding heart. Aloud the foaming billows roar;

Fair Charity, be thou my gnelt, Unfriendly rocks forbid the shore.

And be thy constant couch my brcaft! While all our various course pursue,

But virtues of inferior name A spacious isle falutes our view :

Crowd round the throne with equal claim Two queens with tempers diff'ring wide, In Loyalty by none furpafs'd, This new-discover'd world divide:

They hold allegiance to the last. A river parts their proper claim,

Not ancient records e'er can how And Truth its celebrated name.

That one deserted to the foe. One lide a beauteous tract of ground The river's other fide display'd Presents, with living verdure crown'd: Alternate plots of flow'rs and thade, The feasons temp?rate, soft, and mild, Where poppies Mone with various hre, And a kind sun that always smild: Where yielding willows plenteous grem! Few storins moleft the natives here:

And humble plants t, by trav'llers thoug Cold is the only ill they fear.

With now but certain poi lon fraught. This happy cline and grateful foil,

Beyond these scenes the eye descried With plenty crowns the labourer's toil. A pow'rful realm exten Jed wide; Here Friend thip's happy kingdom grew:

whole bound'ries from north-east begun, Her realms were imall, her subjects few : And stretch'd to meet the south-weit iun. A thousand charins the palace grace;

Here Flatt'ry boasts delpotic (way, A rock of adamant its bare.

And bafks in all the warmth of day.
Tho' thunders roll, and lightnings fly. Long practis'd in Deception's íchool,
This structure braves th' inclement sky: The tyrant knew the arts to rule;
E'en time which other piles devours,

Elated with th' imperial robe,
And mocks the pride of human pow'rs, She plans the conquest of the globe;
Partial to Friendlip's pile alone,

And, aided by her servile trains,
Cements the joints, and binds the stone: Leads kings, and fons of kings, in chains.
Ripens the beauties of the place,

Her darling minister is Pride And calls to life each latent grace.

(Who ne'er was known to charge his side) Around the throne in order stand,

A friend to all her int'reits juft, Four Amazons, a trusty band !

And active to discharge his trust; Friends ever faithful to advise,

Caress'd alike by high and low, Or to defend when dangers rise.

The idol of the belle and beau : Here Fortitude, in coat of mail t

In ev'ry thape he shews his skill, There Justice lifts her golden scale :

And forms her subjects to his will; Two hardy chiefs, who persevere,

Enters their houses and their hearts, With form erect, and brow fevere:

And gains his point before he parts, Who smile at perils, pains, and death, Sure never minister was known And triumph with their latett breath, So zealous for his fov’reign's throne !

Temp'rance, that comely matron's near, Three fifters, fimilar in mien, Guardian of all the virtue's here:

Were maids of honour to the queen; Adorn'd with ev'ry blooming grace.

Who farther favours Mar'd befide, Vithout one wrinkle in her face.

As daughters of her statesman, Prile. Nepenthe is an herb which, heing infused in wine, dispels grief. It is unknown to the mode ... ivme believe it a kind of opium, and others take it for a species of buglors. Plin. xvi. 21. f. & XX + The humble piant bends down before the touch, as the sensitive plant Ihritus frin ile tou

ist by fome to be the low poison of the Indians.

Ty frt, Coaceit, with tow'ring crest, The tyrant stripp'd the mangled fair; Www look e with scorn upon the rest; She wore her (poils, assum'd her air; 1. sf merkis, nor less, i deem,

And, mounting next the sufferer's throne, docees in her own esteem.

Claim'd the queen's titles as her own, 1 st Atiation, fair and young,

• Ah, injur'd maid!' aloud I cried; -com'd accents on her tongue; Ah, injurd maid!' the rocks replied. fatic shapes, and various face, But judge my griefs, and thare them too, stedery sative grace.

For the lad tale pertains to you: The Prity, a wanton maid,

Judge, reader, how severe the wound, nga rudels and brocade;

When Friendship's fues were mine, I found, : nal.clume, and wild,

When the sad scene of pride and guile ! Fate trakets of a child.

Was Britain's poor degen’rate ille! sexes, loyal to the queen,

The Amazons, who propp'd the ftate, 72 atachment in their mien; Haply survey'd the gen’ral fate.

der heart they homage paid, Justice to Powis House is filed, : quei te who moít obey'd;

And Yorke fuftains her radiant head, Et vo fought their own applause, The virtue, Fortitude, appears odret their loy'reign's cause. In open day at Ligonier's;

de ut all were fraught with guile; Illustrious heroine of the lky, *res dittoiate and vile;

Who leads to vanquish or to die ! 7-be, like Pagans, run

'Twas the our vetrans breaks inspir'd, e terre the rising sun.

When Belgia's faithleis fons retir'd: ime clam'rous sounds arise, For Tournay's treach'rous tow'rs can tell mitte nag vision fies.

Britannia's children greatly fell. *?! dus 'd my eyes to sleep,

No partial Virtue of the plain! a imaginary deep;

She rous'd the lions of the main : the helm,

Hence Vernon's little fleet succeeds eget c se sack to Friend hip's realm. And hence the gen'rous Cornwall bleeds t. é m' sta borror I relate

Hence Grenville glorious [!--for she smild a bércons of r fate;

On the young hero from a child. - Irrasici could hardly more

Tho' in high life such virtues dwell, 42. tow's deplore.

The 'll fuit plebeian breasts as well. ** 3 *; ritw'd those fairer plains Say, that the mighty and the great

Hi ag qes, where Friendthip reigns: Blaze, like meridian suns of state;
SITE LO wer neighbour's fame, Effulgent excellence display,
zato gain the fime,

Like Hallifax, in floods of day;
ma and int' reit fir'd, Our lesser orbs may pour their light,
dosadom fire afpir’d.

Like the mild crescent of the night. *** Cencing open toe,

Tho' pale our beams, and small our fplere, ::statione migiity blow;

Still we may Mine serene and clear. che eres on the green,

Give to the judge the scarlet gown; 2 butassou ade the queen.

To martial fouls the civic crown: *** cua the hosts witbitood, What then? Is merit their's alone? de fundable flood :

Have we no worth to call our own? Tot it was, and deep, and clear; Shall we not yindicate our part * val, no ferries neur, In the firm breast and upright heart? 5.93 aprioach'd the waves,

Reader, these virtues may be thine, 5. ed a thousand graves;

Tho' in superior life they shine. . med with ratie extreme,

I can't discharge great Hardwicke's trul; Sventet x the dang'rous itream. True-but my Toul may still be just; si se gulph explores;

And tho' I can't the fate defend, 31dge, and joins the shores, I 'll draw the sword to serve my friend, ***27 or traud prevails,

Two golden virtues are behind, yfrowets fels:

Of equal import to the mind; na palage find,

Prudence, to point out Wisdom's way, SWS close behind.

Or to reclaim us when we ftray; new.h ardour charg d her foes, Temp'rance, to guard the youthful heart, vzáght promiscuous grows;

When Vice and Folly throw the dart: fansew a chiund dart,

Each virtue, let the world agree, die empie's to the heart. Daily resides with you and me. awala uad were leen

And when your souls in friendship join, a taaps about the queen.

We 'll deem the social bond divine; * A! Purto Bello.

+ Died in a late engagement with the French feet. 14125 the combined fleets of France and Spain.

Thro' ev'ry scene maintain our trust, For when the fun deserts the skies,
Nor e'er bé timid or unjuft.

And the dull winter evenings rise,
That breast, where Honour builds his throne, Then for a husband's social pow'r
That breast, which Virtue calls her own, To form the calm, converfive hour;
Nor Int'reit warps, nor Fear appals,

The treasures of thy breast explore, When Danger frowns, or Lucre calls. From that rich mine to draw the ore : No! the true friend collected stands,

Fondly, each gen'rous thought refine, Fearless his heart, and pure his hands: And give thy native gold to shine; Let Int'rest plead, let storms arise,

Shew thee, as really thou art, He dares be honest, tho' he dies!

Tho' fair, yet fairer still at heart.

Say, when life's purple bloffoms fade, $117. Vifion VII. Marriage. Infcribed to When in thy cheek the roses die,

As soon they must, thou charming maid ! Miss **.

And sickness clouds that brilliant eye; Fairest, this Vision is thy due;

Say, when or age or pains invade, I form'd th' instructive plan for you. And those dear limbs Mall call for aid; Slight not the rules of thoughful age; If thou art fetter'd to a fool, Your welfare actuates every page;

Shall not his tranfient pasior cool? But ponder well my facred theme,

And, when thy health and beauty end, And tremble while you read my dream. Shall thy weak mate persist a friend?

These awful words, ' till death do part,' But to a man of sense, my dear, May well alarm the youthful heart :

E'en then thou lovely shalt appear; No after-thought when once a wife,

He 'll share the griefs that wound thy hea The die is cait, and cast for life;

And, weeping, claim the larger part : Yet thousands venture ev'ry day,

Tho'age impairs that beauteous face, As some base passion leads the way.

He 'll prize the pearl beyond its case. Pert Sylvia talks of wedlock scenes,

In wedlock when the sexes meet, Tho' hardly enter'd on her teens;

Friendship is only, then complete. Smiles on her whining {park, and hears 1. Bless'd state! where fouls each other dr The sugar'd speech with raptur'd ears; * Where love is liberty and law!' Impatient of a parent's rule,

The choicest blessing found below, She leaves her fire, and weds a fool.

That man can with, or Heaven bestow! Want enters at the guardless door,

Trust me, these raptures are divine, And Love is iled, to come no more.

For lovely Chloe once was mine! Some few they are of fordid mould, Nor fear the varnish of my style; Who barter youth and bloom for gold, Tho'poet, I'm estrang'a to guile. Careless with what or whom they mate; Ah me! my faithful lips impart Their ruling passion 's all for state,

The genuine language of my

heart! But Hymen, gen'rous, just, and kind,

When bards extol their patrons high, Abhors the mercenary mind;

Perhaps 'tis gold extorts the lie; Such rebels groan beneath his rod;

Perhaps the poor reward of bread For Hymen 's a vindictive god:

But who burns incense to the dead? Be joyless ev'ry night,' he said;

He, whom a fond affection draws, • And barren be their nuptial bed!'

Careless of censure or applause; Attend, my fair, to wildom's voice; Whose soul is upright and sincere, A better fate shall crown thy choice.

With nought to wish and nought to fear. A married life, to speak the best,

Now to my visionary scheme Is all a lottery confeft:

Attend, and profit by my dream. Yet, it my fair one will be wise,

Amidst the flumbers of the night, I will insure my girl a prize.

A stately temple rose to fight; Tho' not a prize to match thy worth: And ancient as the human race, Perhaps thy equal 's not on earth!

If Nature's purposes you trace: 'Tis an important point, to know

This fane, by all the wise rever'd, There 's no perfection here below.

To wedlock's pow'rful god was rear'd. Man 's an odd comporind, after all ;

Hard by I saw a graceful fage, And ever has been lince the full.

His locks were trofted o'er by age; Say, that he loves you from his foul,

His garb was plain, bis mind serene, Still man is proud, nor brooks controul; And wisdom dignified his mien. And tho' a 'Nave in love's foft school, With curious search his name I fought, In wedlock claims his right to rule.

And found 'twas Hymen's fav'rite, Thouş The best, in short has faults about him; Apace the giddy crowds advance, If few those faults, you must not flout him. And a lewd latyr led the dance. With some, indeed, you can't dispense, I grier'd to see whole thousands run, As want of temper and of fente:

For oh! what thousands were undone!

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Taig, uzen these mad troops he spied, Averse the turn'd her weeping face, so join their lide:

And fhudder'd at the cold embrace. Xted pairs began

But various baits their force impart; n. at him to a man;

Thus titles lie at Celia's heart. 27 were strangers to his name, A passion much too foul to name,

om whence the dotard came Coits supercilious prudes their famne: • Ex the sequel--for this truth Prudes wed to publicans and finners ; na cerns impetuous youth.

The hungry poet weds for dinners, bebe poney moon could wane,

The god with frown indignant viewid 12'd on ev'ry twain;

The rabble covetous or lewd; "Tuzle, and all day long,

By ev'ry vice his altar stain’d, • a pled her scorpion thong: By ev'ry foul his rites profan'd: - there with frowning mien, When Love complaind of Wealth aloud, .$?* ward cild of spleen. Affirming Wealth debauch'd the crowd; reproach'd his awful fane,

Drew up in form his heavy charge, darum'rous train.

Defiring to be heard at large. 22h foft and nameless grace, The god consents, the throng divide, en four and in place:

The young espous'd the plaintiff's side; : ***god, with solemn gait,

The old declar'd for the defendant, 17770was big with fate; For age is money's sworn attendant. idazing taper bore,

Love faid, that wedlock was design'd za spahol, fam'd of yore.

By gracious Heaven to match the mind; cee'd with every charm,

To pair the tender and the juft, als incumbent arm;

And his the delegated trust : the glowing scene

That Wealth had play'd a knavish part, 6 of eighteen:

And taught the tongue to wrong the heart. -çily smiling fair;

But what avails the faithlefs voice? 2 wavid in air;

The injur'd heart disdains the choice. de banks, walk'd hobbling nigh, Wealth straight replied, that Love was blind, Sidow and eagle-eye,

And talk'd at random of the mind : - Ten years had leen, or more

That killing eyes, and bleeding hearts, in cat had seen a score):

And all th' artillery of darts, a wetch, tho clad in rags, Were long ago exploded fancies, Supon his bags.

And laughd at even in romances. her arts display'd;

Poets indeed style love a treat, ime z zat the maid:

Perhaps for want of better meat: 2 (tho great thy fame), And love might be delicious fare, uz till to draw the same;

Could we, like puets, live on air. * pow's is more

But grant thåt angels feast on love
Es was before.

(Those purer effences above), nami cygnet's down,

Yet Albion's fons, he understood, luka sr's Emma brown;

Preferr'd a more subtantial food. sa the changing flow'r, Thus while with gibes he dress'd bis cause, arried ev'ry hour.

His grey admirers hemm'd applause. ***ET

, you know the fair, With seeming conquest pert and proud, sarta gown, and sets your hair. Wealth thook his lides, and chuckled loud;

pod mounts his throne of state, When Fortune, to restrain his pride, 12 biter of fate:

And fond to favour Love befide, 77: radiant glories drest,

Op’ning the miser's tape-tied vest, to dun Virtue's breast.

Disclos'd the cares which itung his brealt : ration on the right :

Wealth stood abash'd at his diigrace, ad with golden light:

And a deep crimson Auth'd his face. the second place,

Love sweetly fimper'd at the sight; Paz citinguith'd grace;

His gay adherents laugh'd outright.

The god, tho' grave his temper, smild;

For Hymen dearly priz'd the child. 25:0 point bis dut,

But he who triumphs o'er his brother,
piage to the heart; In turn is laugh'd at by another.
and's inferior hand

Such cruel scores we often find leta obtain'd their stand. Repaid the criminal in kind: bellcw'd rites proceed,

For Poverty, that famith'd fiend! "Saand heat-ftrings bleed.

Ambitions of a wealthy friend,
trembling bride,

Advanc'd into the miler's place,
And stard the stripling in the face;


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Whose lips grew pale, and cold as clay: Is bliss a vague, unmaning name? I thought the chit would swoon away.

Speak then the passions' ule or aim; The god was ftudious to employ

Why rage desires without controul, His cares to aid the vanquish d boy:

' And rouse such whirlwinds in the soul And therefore issued his decree,

'Why Hope erects her tow'ring creít, That the two parties straight agree:

. And laughs and riots in the breast? When both obey'd the god's commands, * Think not my weaker brain turns roun And Love and Riches join'd their hands. • Think not I tread on fairy ground;

What wond'rous change in each was wrought, Think not your pulse alone beats trueBelieve me, fair, surpafles thought.

* Mine makes as healthful music too. If Love had many charms before,

Our juys, when Life's loft ipring we tri He now had charms ten thousand more: * Put forth their early buds apace. If Wealth had serpents in his breast,

See the bloom loads the tender thoot ; They now were dead, or lullid to rest. · The bloom conceals the future fruit.

Beauty, that vain, affected thing, "Yes, manhood's warm meridian sun Who join'd the hymeneal ring,

* Shall ripen what in spring begun. Approach'd, with round unthinking face; • Thus infant roses, ere they blow, And thus the trifler states her cafe :

In germinating clutters grow; She said that Love's complaints, 'twas known, And only wait the summer's ray, Exactly tallied with her own:

To burst, and blossom to the day.' That Wealth had learn'd the felon's arts, What said the gay unthinking boy? And robb'd her of a thousand hearts; Methought Hilario talk'd of joy! Defiring judgment against Wealth,

Tell, if thou canst, whence joys arise, For falsehood, perjury, and stealth:

Or what those mighty joys you prize. All which the could on oath depołe;

You 'll find (and truit superior years) And hop'd the court would fit his nose. The vale of life a vale of tears.

But Hymen, when he heard her name, Could wisdom teach where joys abound, Call'd her an interloping dame;

Or riches purchase them when found, Look'd through the crowd with angry state, Would sceptred Solomon complain And blam'd the porter at the gate

That all was fleeting, false, and vain ? For giving entrance to the fair,

Yet sceptred Solomon could say, When she was no esential there.

Returning clouds oblcur'd his day. To fink.this haughty tyrant's pride, Those maxims, which the preacher drew He order'd Fancy to preside.

The royal fage experienc'd true. Hence, when debates on beauty rise,

He knew the various ills that wait And each bright fair disputes the prize, Our infant and meridian state; To Fancy's court we straight apply, That toys our earliest thoughts engage, And wait the sentence of her eye;

And diff'rent toys maturer age; In beauty's realms the holds the feals, That grief at ev'ry stage appears, And her awards preclude appeals.

But diff'rent griefs at diff'rent years ;

That vanity is seen, in part, $118. Vikon VIII. Life. Inscrib’d on ev'ry human heart; Let not the young my precepts fhun; In the child's breast the spark began, Who flight good countels are undone. Grows with his growth, and glares in m Your poet lung of love's delights,

But when in life we journey late, Of halcyon days and joyous nights;

If follies die, do griefs abate ? To the gay fancy lovely themes;

Ah! what is life at fourscore years? (and And fain I'd hope they're more than dreams. One dark, rough road, of lighs, groans, But, if you please, before we part,

Perhaps you 'll think I act the sa ne I'd speak a language to your heart.

As a fly sharper plays his game: We 'll talk of Life, tho' much I fear You triumph ev'ry deal that 's past, Th' ungrateful tale will wound your ear. He 's sure to triumph at the last ! You raise your sanguine thoughts too high, Who often wins some thousands more And hardly know the reason why:

Than twice the fums you won before. But say, Life's tree bears golden fruit, But I'm a loser with the reft; Some canker shall corrode the root;

For life is all a deal at best, Some unexpected storm shall rise,

Where not the prize of wealth or fame Or scorching suns, or chilling Skies; Repays the trouble of the game And (if experienc'd truths avail).

(A truth no winner e'er denied. All your autumnal hopes thall fail.

An hour before that winner died). . But, poet, whence such wide extremes ? Not that with me these prizes thine; · Well may you style your labours dreams. For neither fame nor wealth is mine. • A son of forrow thou, I ween,

My cards, a weak plebeian band, • Whole Visions are the brats of Splees. With scarce an honour in my hand !

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