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Then bear your fortune in the golden mean, . .
Not every man is born to be a dean.
I'll bear your jeers, if ever I am known..
To seek two cures, when scarce I merit one.
Riches, 'tis true, some service may afford,
But oftner play the tyrant o'er their lord.
Money I scorn, but keep a little still, a
To pay my doctor's, or my lawyer's. bill.
From Encombe's soft romantick scenes I write,
Deep funk in ease, in pleasure and delight:
Yet, tho' her gen'rous lord himself is here,
"Twould be one pleasure more, could you appear,
The INVITATION, An EPISTLE to a FRIEND at COURT.
By the fame.
TF you can leave for books the crouded court,
1 And generous Bourdeaux for a glass of Port,
To these sweet solitudes without delay
Break from the world's impertinence away.
Soon as the sun the face of nature gilds,
For health and pleasure will we range the fields
O’er her gay scenes and op'ning beauties run,
While all the vast creation is our own.
But when his golden globe with faded light
Yields to the solemn empire of the night ;.
And in her fober majesty the moon
With milder glories mounts her filver throne;
Amidst ten thousand orbs with splendour crown'd,
That pour their tributary beams around;
Thro' the long levell’d tube our strengthen'd fight
Shall mark distinct the (pangles of the night;
From world to world shall dart the boundless eye,
And stretch from star to star, from sky to sky.
The buzzing insect families appear,
When funs unbind the rigour of the year;
Quick glance the myriads round the ev’ning bow'r, .
Hosts of a day, or nations of an hour.
Astonish'd we shall see th’ unfolding race,
Stretch'd out in bulk, within the polish'd glass ;
Thro' whose small convex a new world we spy,
Ne'er seen before, but by a Seraph's eye!
So long in darkness shut from human kind
Lay half God's wonders to a point confin'd!
But in one peopled drop we now survey
In pride of pow'r some little monster play ; -
Oe'r tribes invisible he reigns alone,
And struts a tyrant of a world his own.
Now will we study Homer's awful page,
Now warm our souls with PINDAR's noble rage ;
To English lays shall Flaccus' lyre be strung,
And lofty Virgil speak the British tongue.
Immortal VIRGIL! at thy sacred name
I tremble now, and now I pant for fame;
With eager hopes this moment I aspire
To catch or emulate thy glorious fire;
The next pursue the ralh attempt no more,
But drop the quill, bow, wonder, and adore ;
By thy strong genius overcome and awd!
That fire from heav'n! that spirit of a God!
Pleas'd and transported with thy name I tend
Beyond my theme, forgetful of my friend;
And from my first design by rapture led,
Neglect the living poet for the dead.
TT ZITH meek humility and fear
W The mighty name of God revere,
Ye monarchs brave and wise:
His be all honour, glory, praise ;
To him let ev'ry altar blaze;
To him all incense rise.
Where'er his voice in dreadful strain
Extends, the wild tempestuous main
Repeats the horrid found ;
In rattling peals loud thunders break,
(If but the great JEHOVAH speak)
And shake the ocean round.'
Majestick, solemn, deep, and full,
His mighty thund'rings mingled roll,
And rend the rocky brow;
Each cedar strong, each lofty pine,
At once their riven trunks recline,
And stoop their honours low,
Thine, Libanus, king of mountains tall,
And Sirion's craggy summits fall,
Shook to their bases wide;
Their deep foundations loosen'd hop,
Light as the herds that graze their top,
Or range their cavernd side.
Keen lightnings Aash in livid blaze;
Trembles the savage wilderness ;
Loud roars each haunted den ; The cattle teem in mute surprize; The heart in humbled horrour lies
Of all the fons of men,
God is our king : in him distrest **
His people find untroubled reft,
Their ease no harms annoy;
From him sweet plenty, health, and peace,
In sure fucceffion still increase,
And never-fading joy.
X LL men, like watches, various periods fharė,
A From thirty hours unto threescore year:
And which more true or good, 'tis hard to say,
An horoscope of gold, or one of clay.
False and imperfect both alike we find;
In that the spring's in fault, in this the mind :
In their mechanic powers both agree ;
Reason's a ballance, wisdom & fufee:
But if in either the main springs should fail
Or over-act, these powers nought avail,
Thus if the will be strong, the fabrick weak,
The constitution then of course must break;
Or if the passions move or high or low,
The animal machine's too fast or flow.
But when its active springs are duely coild,
And not an appetite or sense is spoild;
When all life's movements mutually agree,
And soul with body acts in harmony;
This human trinket then may go as true,
As any such like kindred trinkets do.
And when at length each hath run out their chain,
Quite filent and inactive they remain,
And with this difference revive again:
An human hand shall those awhile restore,
These one almighty, and for evermore.
NYMPH À SPECULUM, The LADY's LOOKING - GLASS.
Translated from PrioR by Mr. Loveling.
E nuper focio tumulos peragravit arenæ
M Celia, quà liquidi marmoris arva patent.
Littora inauravit decedens lumine Titan
Integro, at flammâ languidiore nitens :
Summa leves tantùm ftrinxerunt æquora venti,
Et vix, & nè vix abfuit alta quies. Naturæ vultum referebat Nympha ferenum,
Tranquillùm ridens, & fine nube micans. Molliter e roseo ceciderunt ore loquellæ,
Molliùs haud nemorum ventilat aura comas. Dicentem audivi tacitâ dulcedine lætus,
(Et memini voces, & meminiffe juvat,) “ Nulla dies iret, quâ non frueretur amæno
“ Prospectu pelagi, deliciisque viæ.“
Vercitur at rerum facies ! cava flamina surgunt,
Nubilaque involvunt jam ruitura Jovem; " Fulgura crebra volant, tonitruque remugit Olympus,
Littus & attonitum verberat unda tumens.
Non tulit hanc speciem perculfa timore Puella,
Sed caput avertit, præcipitatque fugam :
Intremit, atque actæ haud iterum stat credere plantas ;
Haud iterum ad falfas lumina flectet aquas...
Siste gradus faltem, dixi, vultumque retorque ;
Hoc patet in SPECULO vera figura tui.
Mens ubi compofita eft, placidâque in fronte renidet,
Et leni ratio te ditione regit ;
Ni ratio te di...", placidãowa