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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 muft die, or foon or late;
With patience I fubmit to fate.

The SPIDER lurk'd unheeded by,
And heard the fad foliloquy;
Then rushing on his captive faid:
Shall abject cowards patience plead?
Had that firm virtue fteel'd your breaft,
With freedom you had yet been bleft;
Where industry preferment meets,
Had fhar'd the toil, and shar'd the sweets.
Obferve this web:What happy art
The fabrick fhews in ev'ry part!
View well the texture and defign;
What filk was ever half fo fine!
With what exactness too decrease
The circles regularly less !

'Thro' each the parting rays extend,
And all the curious frame fufpend.
This common centre is my throne :
The mechanism all my own:-
Myfelf from out these bowels drew
The fubtle film, and fpun the clue.
How diff'rent is your cafe and mine!
Defpis'd, exploded, you repine;
While I, difdaining to depend,

Find in myself a real friend.

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

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A Soliloquy on Recovery from Sickness,

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ΟΥ ΤΟΥ ΣΤΟΝ ΑΧΑΙΣ,

ΑΛΛ' ΕΥΧΑΙΣ ΘΕΟΥΣ ΣΕΒΙΖΟΥ

Σ', ΕΞΕΙΣ ΕΥΑΜΕΡΙΑΝ

EURIPID.

Iftrefs'd, O God, yet paffive, how the scales,
That hung fo poiz'd, wou'd turn; if life or death
Was by thy masked providence design'd;
I late effay'd in doubtful notes to fing:
But now thy mercy kindly intervenes,
And frees me from the agonizing pains,
Which did each noble vital part affail;
Now opens to my view a profpect fair
Of more revolving feasons yet to come.
My heart with zeal and gratitude relenting
Pours forth her thanks before thy awful throne,
For peace, for health, and faculties reftor'd.

Thou might'st, dread fov'reign, have confin'd me here,
With lofs of quiet, reafon, fenfe decay'd,
A ftate forlorn and far more worse than death.

Depriv'd of MYRA, thy beft fav'rite gift,
And confcious of no fcarlet ftains within,
Penfive 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 meffenger of peace,
Without whose friendly aid, I ne'er shall reach
Thofe joys, which Revelation doth affure,
Thou haft in ftore for all the truly wife.

But fince thy will decrees my longer stay, O! give me patience, lend affifting grace,

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

ZENO.

HORACE, Book I. Ode 5.

PARAPHRASE D.

WHAT effenc'd youth on beds of roses laid

Courts thee, O PYRRHA, in fome pleasing shade,

In artless elegance of drefs array'd?
What fav'rite fwain commands thy niceft care,
And bids thofe ringlets 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 afpect once ferene
Ruffled with frowns; who now within his arms
Thinks he poffeffes you in all your charms;
And too too eafily believes you'll prove

True to his paffion, yielding to his love.

Wretched are thofe, whom that fair form beguiles,
Dupes to your charms, and victims of your fmiles!
My weeds all wet and dripping from the main,
And votive tablet hung on high proclaim
My blifs fecure, and peace reftor'd again.

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On a YOUNG LADY playing and finging.

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UPHEMIA play'd:what lively raptures stole With gentle force on ev'ry sense around! Touch'd with the fudden joy my very foul

At once sprung forth to catch th' enchanting found.

II.

She fung that voice I almoft dy'd to hear,
My ravifh'd foul 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 thofe eyes new life, (I cry'd)
As by heav'n's ftolen flame, will be inspir'd:
when straight, like SEMELE, I dy'd
Beneath the lightning I had just desir'd.

She turn'd

IV.

With kind furprize my sudden fall she view'd,

And rais'd me pale and breathlefs from the ground;

Her angel-touch the fprings of life renew'd,
And with new joy my vig'rous pulfes bound.

V.

Ah! fair EUPHEMIA, in this gentle ftrife How could I with whole ages to employ ? This ftill to make the bufinefs of my life,

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

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EPISTOLARI S.

HARE vir, crebri officij benignus,

Chare vir, noftris vicibus dolere

Suetus, et totum quod adeft levamen

Ferre paratus;

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

Munera Mufæ.

Ter quater Phoebe, docilis novari,
Difpari afpectu fimilique fulfit,
Sæva mî de quo fecuere dulces

Fata Hymenos.

Nullus ex illo vacuum doloris

Me dies fponfæ immemoremve vidit, Nulla nox fomnos placidos, ut olim, indulfit ocellis.

Sive per terram vagus hofpes erro,

Sive iter rado liquidum per æquor,
Quo feror cunque aut fugio, peremptæ ux-
oris imago

It comes, triftis comes: O placenti

Umbra deludens specie! O amantis
Vana fpes, cui tam prope fponfa fertur

Tam procul abfens ?

Hanc mihi poftquam rapuit Tonantis
Ira, non ardens patriam videndi
Cura cor tangit, nec habent quod olim

Dulce penates.
Quin fita hinc longè loca, priftinoque
Sæculo ignotum paro me per orbem
Devehi, averfis dubius ferarve

Aufpicibus Dijs.

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