First mov'd to plough th' unfurrow'd main;
Who left the leffening fhores behind,
And dar'd to truft the faithless wind.
Nor yet the use of figns was known
Each star with useless splendour fhone;
Th' Olenian goat gave no alarm
Nor ftormy Hyads big with harm;
And old Bootes, fluggish fwain,
Unheeded drove his northern wain
Boreas was yet unknown to fame
And Zephir blew without a name.
Yet Typhis dares his fails difplay,
And bid the boisterous winds obey:
Now cuts the wave with upright prow
And takes in all the winds that blow:
And now becalm'd with oblique fail
Effays t'invite the fouthern gale;
Whil'ft every failor, fond of gain,
Sollicits all the gods in vain.
But better times our fathers fhar'd
Nor aught of fraud or rapine heard;
The fon contented liv'd of yore
Where'er the father liv'd before;
His native foil his wants supply'd,
And there, when full of years, he dy'd.
Theffalia's pine, with daring beak,
Did first the world's partitions break;
Sea felt the oar, and hunan care
Was taught t' extend beyond her sphere :
Yet punishments such guilt await,
Her toils were long, her dangers great,
When adverse met each Pontic rock,
And loud as thunder feem'd the shock.
Ev'n Typhis then grew pale with fear, His fault'ring hands forgot to fteer; Whilft fadly filent Orpheus fate
Nor Argo's felf foretold her fate.
Lo! when the maid, whose waist surrounds
A lincture of outrageous hounds ;
When the her horrid jaws extends,
With fear opprefs'd, the boldest bends:
Or when with foft melodious ftrain
The Sirens footh th' Aufonian main;
Sirens, whom Orpheus, fuch his pow'r,
Could with his magick mufick lure.
His voice he rais'd, he ftruck the lyre,
The filent nymphs, tho' loth, admire;
And they, whofe notes could ships retain,
Now yielded to a sweeter ftrain.
But say the prize these sailors brought ?
A fleece of gold their veffel fraught:
Medea too, more fell than sea,
Worthy both the freight to be.
Now yields to man the watry god,
And patient bears the preffing load;
Nor Argo, by the artful hand
Of Pallas fram'd, by heroes mann'd;
Longer complains, that only fhe
With fail extended braves the fea;
No pinnace light but joys to stray
Where'er extends the watry way.
No more the ancient boundary stands,
Our cities rife in diftant lands.
The Perfian drinks the stream of Rhine,
The Indian, fwift Araxes, thine.
And days fhall come, when man no more
The ocean fhall restrain ;
When this whole world fhall pervious lie,
And court the greedy fwain ;
When fome bold Typhis fhall new realms explore,
Nor thine, O Thule, be the utmost shore.
HLOE's the fubject: artist, worthy Greece,
Call forth thy fkill, compofe a finish'd piece :
Thy eagle-eye alone unhurt can trace
Her features in the funfhine of her face:
Thy steady eye resists this ardent blaze;
But tell me, artist, hast thou steel'd thy heart?
Who boldly dares on fo much beauty gaze,
Should well be proof against love's keenest dart.
Favours from her defire not to obtain,
So rich a prize thy pencil cannot gain:
Tho' thou APELLE's art, I have no claim
To deck myself with ALEXANDER's name :
His fair one's charms the heroe did refign;
CHLOE's excelling form fuch hopes remove :
The heroe's act had merit, fo has mine;
In courtesy he triumph'd, I in love.
WAS when bright Cynthia with her filver car,
Soft ftealing from Endymion's bed,
Had call'd forth ev'ry glittering ftar,
up th' afcent of heav'n her brilliant hoft had led.
Night with all her negroe train
Took poffeffion of the plain :-
In an hearse she rode reclin'd,
Drawn by fcreech-owls flow and blind;
Close to her with printless feet
Crept Stillness in a winding-fheet.
Next to her deaf Silence was feen,
Treading on tip-toes over the green;
Softly, lightly, gently fhe trips,
Still holding her finger feal'd to her lips.
Then came Sleep ferene and bland,
Bearing a death-watch in his hand;
In fluid air around him fwims
A tribe grotesque of mimic dreams,
You could not fee a fight,
You could not hear a found;
But all confefs'd the night,
And horrour deepen'd round,
Beneath a plantain's melancholy fhade
SOPHRON the wife was laid,
And to the answering wood these sounds convey❜d.
While others toil within the town
And to fortune fmile or frown,
Fond of trifles, fond of toys,
And married to that woman, Noise;
Sacred Wisdom be my care,
And fairest Virtue, Wisdom's heir.
His fpeculations thus the fage begun,
When lo! the neighbouring bell
In folemn found ftruck one :
He starts and recollects he was engag'd to Nell.
Then up he sprang nimble and light,
And rapp'd at fair Elenor's door;
He laid afide Virtue that night,
And next morn por'd in Plato for more.
The Sympathetic LOADSTONES
From STRADA's Prolufions, Book ii. Prol. 6. *
Magnesi genus eft lapidis mirabile, &.
7ITH magic virtues fraught, of fov'reign ufe,
W Magnefia's mines a wond'rous ftone produce:
To this apply few flender bars of steel,
Sudden new motion and new life they feel:
Nor to the Bear alone, whofe fplendours burn
Around the freezing pole, instinctive turn;
But each fond needle mutual motion proves,
Each to the reft in fure direction moves.
* We refer the English reader to the GUARDIAN, No 119.
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