Add yet unnumber'd ills that lie unseen Seed of severe distrust and fierce debate, 130 What we should shun, and what we ought to hate. Add too, the blood impov'rish'd, and the course Of health suppress'd by wine's continu'd force. 135 Unhappy man! whom sorrow thus, and rage To diff'rent ills alternately engage; Who drinks, alas! but to forget; nor sees That melancholy sloth, severe disease, Mem'ry confus'd, and interrupted thought, Death's harbingers, lie latent in the draught; And in the flow'rs that wreath the sparkling bowl, Fell adders hiss, and pois'nous serpents roll. 141 Remains there aught untry'd that may remove And boldly bid thy anxious soul explore 145 Why, therefore, hesitates my doubtful breast ? Why ceases it one moment to be blest? 151 Fly swift, my Friends; my Servants, fly; employ All Israel's beauty, all the foreign fair, 155 I said: the feast was serv'd; the bowl was crown'd; The fav'rite glance! O! yet my mind retains Mature the virgin was, of Egypt's race, 164 Grace shap'd her limbs, and beauty deck'd her face: Full, tho' unzon'd, her bosom rose: her hair Adown her shoulders loosely lay display'd, 169 175 Sweet flute, and ten-string'd instrument, require 180 And as thy brow, let my desires be crown'd. O fav'rite Virgin, that hast warm'd the breast 195 I said; and sudden from the golden throne, 185 With a submissive step, I hasted down. The glowing garland from my hair I took, Love in my heart, obedience in my look, Prepar'd to place it on her comely head, O fav'rite Virgin! (yet again I said) Receive the honours destin'd to thy brow; And O, above thy fellows, happy thou! Their duty must thy sov'reign word obey, Rise up, my love, my fair one, come away. What pang, alas! what ecstasy of smart Tore up my senses and transfix'd my heart, When she, with modest scorn, the wreath return'd, Reclin'd her beauteous neck, and inward mourn'd! Forc'd by my pride, I my concern supprest, Pretended drowsiness, and wish of rest; And sullen, I forsook th' imperfect feast; Ord'ring the eunuchs, to whose proper care Our Eastern grandeur gives th' imprison'd fair, To lead her forth to a distinguish'd bow'r, And bid her dress the bed and wait the hour. Restless I follow'd this obdurate maid, (Swift are the steps that Love and Anger tread) Approach'd her person, courted her embrace, Renew'd my flame, repeated my disgrace; By turns put on the suppliant and the lord; Threaten'd this moment, and the next implor'd. 200 205 210 Offer'd again the unaccepted wreath, 215 220 And choice of happy love, or instant death. And human mis'ry must begin or end Would David's son, religious, just, and grave, 240 225 231 235 1 Or, grant thy passion has these names destroy'd, His flames and torments only are exprest, 245 250 Soft love, spontaneous tree, its parted root Must from two hearts with equal vigour shoot, Whilst each delighted, and delighting, gives The pleasing ecstacy which each receives: Cherish'd with hope, and fed with joy, it grows, Its cheerful buds their opening bloom disclose, And round the happy soil diffusive odour flows. If angry Fate that mutual care denies, The fading plant bewails its due supplies; Wild with despair, or sick with grief, it dies. By force beasts act, and are by force restrain'd; The human mind by gentle means is gain'd. Thy useless strength, mistaken King, employ: Sated with rage, and ignorant of joy, Thou shalt not gain what I deny to yield, 255 260 Nor reap the harvest, tho' thou spoil'st the field. Not that those arts can here successful prove, |