Ad Illuftriffimum Wallie Principem Fredericum.
ECCE dies rediit, niveo fignanda lapillo,

Aut creffa aut fi qua eft nobiliore nota.
Confcia divini partus, uberrima mefis
Ingeniis, Mufis optima materies.
Phoebe, gravi rutilos auro redimite capillos,
Parnaum, Xanthi linque fluenta vagi.
Indue Sidonio tinƐtam bis murice veftem,
Neve arcum pigeat condere, fume lyram.
Lux fidibus celebranda tuis, fidibufque fororum,
Hac nata Aonii eft gloria prima chori.
Nafcenti lætum Parca cecinere triumphum;
Atque dabunt uni tres tria fceptra deæ.
Dicite lo cives,& Io ter dicite cives,
Natalis nobis omnibus ifte dies.
Haufimus ex illo nitidæ primordia lucis,
Coepimus atque aura liberiore frui.
Non te, (fumme pater) Ophires nunc pofcimus aurum,
Non petimus culti jugera lata foli:
Sed regi firmam per fæcula plura falutem,
Noftra fit ut, falvo principe, firma falus. C. E.
Left in Dr Shaw's Tranflation of my Lord Bacon's
Works, belonging to a Friend. By AMASIUS.
WHAT treafure long in Bacon lay conceal'd,

Till Shaw the rich capacious depths reveal'd;
Brought out the scientific ftores from night,
And bid them fhine with wide diffusive light!
How vaft the genius of the man that wrote!
Scarce lefs the genius that explain'd his thought.
He only knew the merit of the fage,
And cou'd difplay the wonders of his page;
Through worlds of fcience never taught before,
Follow his guide, and ev'ry path explore:
And with difcernment juft has clearly shewn,
To make his hoards of learning all our own.
Unheeded thus has lain fome precious stone,
Its value, ufe and luftre, all unknown:
'Till haply one more skill'd and curious came,
Who thro' the rough out-fide difcern'd the gem.
Joyful he bears away th' unpolish'd prize,
To fmooth its furface all his art applies.
And fee! the gem his coft and pains repays,
Burfts into light, and kindles to a blaze.

IRELAND'S Blessing on her hopeful 'Squires.
IN dead of night appear'd a form, tho' fair,

Yet beauty's fun was clouded with defpair;
Hibernian fandals grace her decent feet;
A kerchief binds her head; her mantle meet
A wooden fcure connects; the filver lyre
Her hands fuftain; when thus the hail'd a squire
By patriot cares, and Gallick wine oppreft;
Bereft at once, of action and of reft.

< Who means to run in glory's bright career,
'Muft raise his hope, and diffipate his fear:
<Coward in council, at the bottle brave,
'Be what you dread, by thy own fears, a flave:
< Vain in conceit, be yet a hopeless wretch;
While poor, complain, yet dare not to be rich.
Stiff in the wrong, and earneft to gain fay,
Ne'er leave a worfe, to chufe a better way:
Whate'er's amifs in Albion's waning ftate,
That, only that, be sure to imitate.
Thence the great void, within thy ftrong-built
Furnish with maxims, impious, mad, and dull:
Bring blafts from hell, and then a blafting* go
Upon the devil's errands, to and fro;
Apt meffenger, for all things elfe unfit,
Without religion, manners, fenfe, or wit,

[fkull,

When punch or wine, imparts unto thy head,
Lightness, and heat, as gunpowder to lead ;
Toaft in defiance of the blood he fpilt,

• Cromwell's + grim ghoft, and confecrate his guilt;
"Go fleece thy tenants, and the parfon cheat:
Be these thy arts, thy scheme for growing great.
Thou blafter, roundhead, fharper, and bashaw,
Rebel alike to gofpel, and to law:

Urg'd on by narrow views, and factious ftrife,
Blunder through every period of thy life;
"Nor fweets of leifure know, nor fruits of toil;
Nor tafte the bounties of my generous foil:
Starve amidst plenty; loath thy native store;
Seek food and rayment, from fome diftant shore.
And, in this ifle, of all things elfe poffeft,
'Yet want, still want, the wifdom to be bleft.

The Blafers are a new set of publick blafphemers, who have
tately appeared in Dublin, [See Vol. VIII. p. 229. + Crom-
well's memory
is become a frequent toast in several parts of this

kingdom.

VERSES on Mr BROOKE. BY GEORGE
OGLE, Efq; from bis Imitation of Hor. E. 3. L. I,
IS Brooke, the man, the weighty task to chufe?
Befriended, and the friend of ev'ry mufe!
Shall foon familiar found to ev'ry ear.
Whofe merit, long reftrain'd by modeft fear,
For not in vulgar grove he prides to fing,
Nor pales to drink of Milton's rapid fpring;
Difdaining open lakes, and rivers known:
Scarce more the spring of Milton † than his own.
Say, how in health? to what delight inclin'd?
And bears he still our ancient love in mind?
Soars to what heights on what aufpicious wings?
What ** Tufcan measures fits to British strings?
Or mounts the bufkin'd bard the tragic ftage,
Proud not to flatter, but inftruct the age?
With rage each manly foul, each female heart
With pity moves, †† and nature blends with art?

This auther was 30 years of age before his friends could prevail with him to publifh his Univerfal Beauty, a poem generally leemed by all men of ience, and judges in poetry. + He bas Jeveral pieres by him that come as near as any to Milton in man ner and file. **His tranflation of Taffo's Jerufalem. ++ A tragedy, whefe merit the publick will have an opportunity of judging this winter.

SUSPIRIUM.

OH! my heart! my wounded heart!

Can I longer bear the fmart?
Will the fair one still be coy?
Still refuse th' extatick joy?
Gods! propitious be inclin'd,
Make her pliant, make her kind;
Said I pliant? faid I kind?
Roufe ambition to my aid,
Man for nobler ends was made:
In the fenate, at the bar,
Or in glory's field to war.

But can these my mind engage?
Vain the thought conceiv'd in rage.
Ah! ambition falls a prize,
Baff'd by the dear one's eyes.
Bacchus, with his mid-night crew,
Mirth and mufick may pursue;
Blith and gay, the night prolong,
She's the burthen of my fong.
Her forget? endeavour vain!
Reafon ne'er attempt again.
Love muft ever rule the roaft,
And Mira be my conftant toast.

Ro Br03%

APARAPHRASE on Pfalm lxxiii. 25.
Whom have I in Heaven but thee? &c.

WHAT tho' yon glorious realms above,
Are realms of wond'rous light and love,
Realms of faints and angels bright,
Plac'd in thrones of vaft delight?
All that wond'rous light and joy,
All that love without alloy,
Ever flows from thee alone,

And fhould thou hide thy glorious face, 'twere gone;
That ftable world would in confufion fall,
And faints thus reprobated lose their all:
Then, what in heav'n, my gracious God, but thee,
Is light, life, love, and endless joy to me?

No more let earthly toys our fouls enfnare;
'Tis God, and only God, that's worth our care:
The all that mortals boaft befide,
But ferves their luft, or feeds their * pride;
This pleasure, fuiting beft the mad,
Leaves the heart poffefs'd † more fad;
Gold, it makes the foul fecure,
Tho the foul can't make it fare;
Fame, its loud impetuous blaft,
Is feldom heard, till life is paft:
Alas, what's all the boafted blifs below,
But empty pomp, a falfe deceitful fhow?
Too apt to cheat the heart of heav'nly joy,
Too apt to plunge it into mifery.
My Gad, thou art the fum of my defires,
To thee, to thee alone, my foul afpires;
Lord! be but mine, farewel all earthly store,
Be thou but mine, I'll never afk for more.
My mortal part begins to droop away,
It moulders back into its priftine clay;
My confcious foul with grief begins to fail,
To think; nor pray'rs, nor melting tears avail
To have its brittle frame, but fall it muft,
And yield its honours to the worms and duft :
Yet thou, my God, art ftill its ftrength alone,
Thou fill its God, and it is ftill thy own;
Tho' it a while in duft and darkness lies,
Reflor'd by thee it hopes again to rife, [fkies:
And fpread its glorious wings, and foar above the
When all things fail, my portion thou shalt be,
And boundless ftreams of boundless blifs fhall ever
flow from thee.
PHILOMEL.
* 1 Jeba ii. 16. † Prov. xiv. 13. Ecclef. ii. 2.
HORACE Lib. 1. Ode xxvi. Paraphras’d,
LET not a poet mind the cares of life,

Its gaudy nothings, and its bustling ftrife,
Let cares attend the monarchs roof of state,
And haunt no more the Mufes calm retreat.
Since fhort the space affign'd to mortal man,
Enjoy the day, my friend, while yet you can;
Ere Death's black pinions overspread the fight,
And fhed around us everlasting night.

To Turks leave toils, and fears, and dread alarms,
While glorious Keith fhines terrible in arms.
Leave it to George and Walpole to regain
Our injur'd honour, and our hips from Spain.
But come, my friend, and in my peaceful bower
In focial pleafure país the genial hour.

No difcord here fhall raife the warm debate,
No knave shall wheedle, and no fool fhall prate.
Here the gay jeft the wanton augh fhall bring,
And wit its boney lend without the fting.
Smooth fhall the gentle minutes roll along,
While wine gives mirth, and beauty fires the fona

(Beauty, my friend, that warms the icey foul,
And add's new pleasures to the sparkling bowl.)
First of the fair thy H- -ton fhall fhine,
In manners gentle, as of form divine.
Poffefs'd of all that grace the fair, the good,
Frank, no coquette, and virtuous, tho' no prude:
While pleafing fancy to my views fupplies
An angel's fweetnefs, in a Finlay's eyes.
Ye facred Mufes, that delight to fing
Garlands to grace my Ch.
By the foft murmurs of fome filver spring,
's brow prepare,

For Ch fure deferves the Mufes care.
Vain were my verfe, and every labour vain.
Without your aid, ye Nine, to guide my pen,
Take then the task, and in your blooming lays
Teach diftant time my Cb- 's worth and praise.

To Mifs Aurelia C, on ber Weeping at ber
Sifter's Wedding.

CEASE, fair Aurelia, ceafe to mourn;
Lament not Hannab's happy state;
may be happy in your turn,

You

And feize the treasure you regret.
With Love united Hymen ftands,
And foftly whifpers to your charms,
"Meet but
your lover in my bands,
"You'll find your fifter in his arms.

AMASIUS.

To the Memory of the late Rev. Mr Chewing
Blackmore, of Worcester, who dyed in a very
advanced Age. Written in 1737. bere shorten'd,
ACCEPT, immortal shade! thefe grateful lays,

Sincere the verfe, nor ftain'd venal praife;
Blackmore! 'tis what in gratitude we owe,
Due to thy virtues, and thy name below.

Honour'd in age, in younger years admir'd,
By all the learned and the good defir'd;
With all that every foul defires adorn'd,
By every heart fincerely lov'd and mourn'd.
O! pureft pattern, in untainted youth,
Of humble piety and chriftian truth;
A paftor faithful to thy charge and truft;
Blameless thro' life, in ev'ry action just;
Who knew no flatt'ry, and no impious fear,
Of ftricteft probity, and foul fincere ;
Fond to fpread friendship, and loud jars compofe,
To hide the failings of thy friends or foes;
Lover of peace; to all th' afflicted kind,
Good and beneficent to all inclin'd;
Nor fhall thy charity---be unrepaid,
Friend to the friendlefs, to the helpless aid!
For this the chief partakers blefs thy name,
The weeping orphan, and the widow'd dame,
With num'rous families of want and woe,
Who fhar'd thy bounty, and thy kindness know.
In thee all private titles fweetly blend,

The kindeft father, brother, husband, friend;
From paffion, pride, from ftrife and envy free,
Happy the man that copies heav'n and thee!---

---See, ever-memorable fhade! behold
The num'rous children of thy youth untold!
Whom gracious heav'n thy righteous converts made
(A glorious tribute to thy labours paid!)
By thee the fureft faving wisdom taught,
From death to life, from fhame to glory brought;
Who, when awaken'd from their fleeping duft,
Shall grace the palace of the rifing just,
There join thee in bright feraphick throne

Poetical ESSAYS; JANUARY, 1739.

Az ODE for the NEW-YEAR. By COLLEY CIBBER, Efq;

Such entry makes the fifter heir, which the
Without her brother's entry could not be;
Becaufe the younger brother heir would be
Unto the father, who laft had the fee.
But if two brother: be by diverse venters
One dies fo feiz'd in fee, his uncle enters
And dies: Thefe lands fhall now the youngest's be,
Who by his uncle's entry claims the fee.
SECT. IX.

The Word inheritance as well is meant
Of lands acquir'd by purchase as defcent:
For writs of right of our own purchafe bought,
Hereditas does itile, the lands we brought.

Note, The two Poems fign'd Amafius in this Mag. are from different Correfpondents, the Riddle alf by Eliza in the Lady's Diary, and aka Wa

The ADDRESS to SLEEP.
The Words by NICOLAS ROWE, Efq,
Set to Mufick by the late Mr JONATHAN MARTIN.

The nymph, whofe hand by fraud or force,
Some tyrant has poffefs'd,
By thee, obtaining a divorce,
In her own choice is bleft.

Oh, stay! Arpafia bids thee ftay,
The fadly weeping fair

FLUTE.

Conjures thee not to lofe in day
The object of her care.

To grafp whofe pleafing form fhe fought
That motion chas'd her fleep;
Thus by ourselves are oftneft wrought
The griefs for which we weep.

On the Birth of a Male-Infant. Irregular ODE.
HAIL to the day that gave thee to the light,

And blefs'd us with the welcome fight,
That blefs'd thy father with a better ftore
Than all his wifhes met before!
Such budding innocence, and infant grace,
Smile in each feature of thy face,

As will, if heav'n propitious blefs thy days,
Make him forget that Paradife is loft,

Or think it has but chang'd its place.

Hither, ye fmiling Graces, come,
With nimble steps advance,
Begin the foftly-piercing air,
And lead the fprightly dance;
A fairer miftrefs than your Cyprian here,
A Love, more charming, from her fprung,
Than e'er Anacreon fung,

Or melting bard in harmony rever'd,
Commands you to attend, and glad the day
With wanton meafures, and diffolving lay.

See! where the little Cupid lies,
Son of Venus, Beauty's rival'd queen,
His heaving breafts with ftrugling paffion rife,
Nor bow, nor arrow to be feen!

Alas! thofe weapons now can wound no more,
Made ufelefs all the fatal ftore;

The tender babe, fuperiour, fmiles,
And fpreads the dear deftruction round,
With greater certainty can wound,
Than Cupid's darts, or Chloe's eyes.
W. CE.

The beginning and concluding Stanza of the Univer
fal prayer; By Mr PoPE.
FAther of all! in every age,

In every clime ador'd,
By faint, by favage, and by fage,
Jehovab, Jove, or Lord!
To thee, whofe temple
all space,
Whofe altar, earth, fea, fkies;
One chorus let all being raife!
All nature's incenfe_raife!