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The cruel honey-making weal
Drove me all helpless from the cell:
And now, of liberty bereft,
I'm to a Spider's mercy left!
But all must die, or foon or late ;
With patience I submit to fate.

The Spider lurk'd unheeded by,
And heard the sad soliloquy ;
Then rushing on his captive faid :
Shall abject cowards patience plead ?
Had that firm virtue steel'd your breast,
With freedom you had yet been blest ;
Where industry preferment meets,
Had shar'd the toil, and shar'd the sweets.
Observe this web What happy art
The fabrick shews in ev'ry part !
View well the texture and design;
What silk was ever half so fine !
With what exactness too decrease
The circles regularly less !
Thro' each the parting rays extend,
And all the curious frame suspend.
This common centre is

my

throne :
The mechanism all my own:
Myself from out these bowels drew
The subtle film, and spun the clue.
How diff'rent is your case and mine |
Despis’d, exploded, you repine;
While I, disdaining to depend,
Find in myself a real friend.

He spoke. The DRONE, his lawful prize, Unfit to live, unpitied dies.

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A Soliloquy on Recovery from Sickness,

OY TOI ETONAXAIE,
ΑΛΛ' ΕΥΧΑΙΣ ΘΕΟΥΣ ΣΕΒΙΖΟΥ-
Σ', ΕΞΕΙΣ ΕΥΑΜΕΡΙΑΝ-

EURIPID.

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Iftrefs’d, O GOD, yet passive, how the scales,

That hung fo poiz'd, wou'd turn ; if life or death
Was by thy malked providence design’d;
I late essay'd in doubtful notes to sing :
But now thy mercy kindly intervenes,
And frees me from the agonizing pains,
Which did each noble vital part assail;
Now opens to my view a profpect fair
Of more revolving seasons yet to come.
My heart with zeal and gratitude relenting
Pours forth her thanks before thy awful throne,
For peace, for health, and faculties restor'd.
Thou might'st, dread sov’reign, have confin’d me here,
With loss of quiet, reason, sense decay'd,
A state forlorn and far more worse than death.

Depriv'd of MYRA, thy best fav'rite gift,
And conscious of no scarlet ftains within,
Pensive I walk the solitary grove,
And often call on death, but call in vain :
My fancy draws him as an angel fair,
And courts him as the messenger of peace,
Without whose friendly aid, I ne'er shall reach
Thole joys, which Revelation doth assure,
Thou hast in store for all the truly wise.

But since thy will decrees my longer stay, O! give me patience, lend affisting grace,

To

To grapple with the numerous ills of life,
That rise in hideous forms to scare my soul,
And plunge me in the gulf of black despair.
Shou'd the scene change, and gayer prospects rise,
Joy smile around, and Plenty strew my way,
Be ever present ! equal danger's there.
And oh! if for thy glory life's prolongd,
Direct the means conducive to that end.
All pow'r is thine, all nature at thy beck,
And nothing able to resist thy will,

ZENO.

HORACE, Book I. Ode 5.

PARAPHRASE D.

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WHAT

HAT essenc'd youth on beds of roses laid

Courts thee, O PYRRHA, in some pleasing shade, In artless elegance of dress array'd ? What fav'rite fwain commands thy nicest care, And bids those ringlets grace thy flaxen hair? Oft of the Gods he'll with a sigh complain, Oft at your broken vows lament in vain : Secure and heedless of the shifting scene, Surpriz'd he'll view that aspect once ferene Ruffled with frowns; who now within his arms Thinks he possesses you in all your charms; And too too easily believes you'll prove True to his passion, yielding to his love. Wretched are those, whom that fair form beguiles, Dupes to your charms, and victims of your smiles ! My weeds all wet and dripping from the main, And votive tablet hung on high proclaim My bliss secure, and peace restor'd again.

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On a YOUNG LADY playing and finging.

1. UPHEMIA play'd:what lively raptures stole E

With gentle force on ev'ry sense around ! Touch'd with the sudden joy my very

soul At once sprung forth to catch th' enchanting sound.

II.
She sung that voice I almoft dy'd to hear,

My ravish'd soul could scarcely be represt,
Eager to mingle with that heav'nly-air,

Which she with her ambrofial breath had bleft.

III.
Turn fair one; by those eyes new life, (I cry'd)

As by heav'n's stolen Aame, will be inspir’d:
She turn'd:when straight, like SEMELE, I dy'd

Beneath the lightning I had just desir’d.

IV.
With kind surprize my sudden fall fhe view'd,

And rais’d me pale and breathless from the ground; Her angel-touch the springs of life renew'd,

And with new joy my vig'rous pulses bound.

V.
Ah! fair EUPHEMIA, in this gentle strife

How could I wish whole ages to employ?
This still to make the business of my life,

Thus ftill I'd die to live, and live to die.

ANTONII

ANTONII ALSOP GUILIELMO N--.

ODE EPISTOLARI S.

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HARE vir, crebri officij benignus,

Chare vir, noftris vicibus dolere
Suetus, et totum quod adest levamen

Ferre paratus ;
Semper o noftris, femel et fecundo,
Rebus adjutor, facilis favenfque
Quo foles vultu cape luctuofæ

Munera Muse.
Ter quater Phæbe, docilis novari,
Dispari aspectu fimilique fulsit,
Sæva mî de quo fecuere dulces

Fata Hymenzos
Nullus ex illo vacuum doloris
Me dies sponsæ immemoremve vidit,
Nulla nox fomnos placidos, ut olim, in

dulfit ocellis.
Sive per terram vagus hospes erro,
Sive iter rado liquidum per æquor,
Quo feror cunque aut fugio, peremptæ ux-

oris imago
It comes, tristis comes : O placenti
Umbra deludens fpecie! O amantis
Vana fpes, cui tam prope fponfa fertur

Tam procul absens ?
Hanc mihi postquam rapuit Tonantis
Ira, non ardens patriam videndi
Cura cor tangit, nec habent quod olim

Dulce penates.

Quin sita hinc longè loca, pristinoque
Sæculo ignotum paro me per orbem
Devehi, averfis dubius ferarve

Auspicibus Dijs,

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