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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.

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The Spider lurk'd unheeded by,
And heard the fad foliloquy;
Then rushing on his captive said :
Shall abject cowards patience plead ?
Had that firm virtue steeld 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 filk 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.

V 2

A Soliloquy on Recovery from Sickness,

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

EURIPID.

Istress’d, O GOD, yet passive, how the scales,
D That hung so poiz'd, wou'd turn ; if life or death
Was by thy malked providence designd;
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 prospect 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 stains within,
Pensive I walk the folitary 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
Those 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 assisting 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.

W H AT essenc'd youth on beds of roses laid

W 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 rằnglets grace thy flaxen hair?
Oft of the Gods he'll with a figh 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.

On a YOUNG LADY playing and finging.

. . I.

. TUPHEMIA play'd :- what lively raptures stole

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

At once sprung forth to catch th' enchanting sound.

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

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

Which the with her ambrofial breath had bleft.

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

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

Beneath the lightning I had just desir'd.

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With kind surprize 'my sudden fall she 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 pulfes 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 still I'd die to live, and live to die,

ANTONII

ANTONII ALSOP GUILIELMO N

ODE E PISI OLARÍS.

~HARE vir, crebri officij benignus,

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

Ferre paratus ;
Semper o noftris, semel et fecundo,
Rebus adjutor, facilis favensque
Quo foles vultu cape luctuofa

'. Munera Mufæ.
Ter quater Phæbe, docilis novari,
Dispari aspectu fimilique fulsit,
Sæva mî de quo secuere dulces

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

dulsit ocellis.
Sive per terram vagus hofpes 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 ignotuin paro me per orbem
Devehi, averfis dubius ferarve

Auspicibus Dijs.

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