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TRANSLATED OUT OF OVID.
The eldest first embrac'd,
All fix'd their longing cyes, and wishing stood, As new-born day in beauty bright, Till they were got into the wider flood;
But fad in mind as deepest night : Till lefsen'd out of light, and seen no more, What tendereft hearts could say, betwixt then Then figh’d, and turn'd into the hated shore. pait,
Till grief too close upon them crept; So fighing he withdrew, she turn'd
wept. Much of the father in his breast did rise,
When on the next he fix'd his eyes, PHÆDRA TO HIPPOLYTUS. A tender infant in the nurse's arms,
Full of kind play, and pretty charms :
Tbcfeus, the for of Ægeus, baving fain the Minotaur,
promised to Ariadne, the daugbter of Minos and XXI.
Palipbae, for the alifance which foe gave bim, to
carry her bome with bim, and make ber bis wife; to But the great pomp of grief was yet to come.
togetber with ber lister Phadra they went on board Th' appointed time was almolt part,
and failed to Chios, where being warned by Bacchus, Th' impatient tides knock'd at the fhore, and bid
be left Ariadne, and married her fifier Phadra, wbo him hafte
afterwards, in Tbefeus ber bufband's abfence, fell in To seek a foreign home;
love with Hippolytus ber for-in-law, who bad vow'd The summons he resolv'd t' obey,
celibacy, and was a bunter ; wherefore, fince fee Disdaining of his sufferings to complain,
could not conveniently otherwise, fie cbofe by this Though every step seem'd trod with pain;
epiftle to give bim an account of per paffion.
F thou 'rt unkind I ne'er shall health cnjoy,
Yet much I wish to thee, my lovely boy :
But for the comfort that was near, Rather than not, be with my ruin pleas'd : His beauteous Matc, the fountain of his joys,
Thus secrets safe to farthest shores may move ;
By letters foes converse, and learn to love.
Long Shame prevail'd, nor could be conquer Just when approach'd the Monarch of our
But what I blush'd to speak, Love made me write. And took the charming Mourner by the hand: 'Tis dangerous to resist the power of Love, T'express all noblest offices he strove,
The gods obey him, and he's king above; Of royal goodness, and a brother's love. He clear'd the doubts that did my mind confound, Then down to the shore side,
And promis'd me to bring thee hither bound : Where to convey them did two royal barges ride, Oh may he come, and in that breast of thine With folemn pace they pass'd,
Fix a kind dart, and make it flame like mine!
But Love long breeding to worst pain does turn;
When young, Love's pangs by arts we may ilFor that dear pledge th' ad left behind,
She of fome tears her eyes beguil'd, To thee I yield then all my dear renown,
Who would not pluck the new-blown blushing rose, And, as she wept, blush'd with disdain, and Or the ripe fruit that courts him as it grows? smil'd.
But if my virtue hitherto has gain'd
Oh, in thy love I shall no hazard run;
Till in full joy diffolv'd, each falls alleep Thus when the great Lucretius gires a look,
Still with him you maintain an equal pace, So quiet craving Love, till the next night: And bcar full stretch upon him all the race; Then we the drowsy cells of fcep forsake, But when in rugged way we find hini rein And to our books our earliest visit mike;
His verse, and not so smooth a stroke maintain ; Or else our thoughts to their attendance call, There the advantage he receives is found, And there, methiuks, Fancy fits queen of all; By you taught temper, and to chuse his ground. While the poor'under-faculties resort,
Next, his philosophy you've fo expreft And to her fickle majesty make court;
In genuine terms, fo plain, yet n atly drett, The understanding first comes plainly clad, Those murderers that now niingle it all day But usefully; no entrance to be had.
In schools, may learn from you the easy way Next comes the will, that bully of the mind, To let us know what they would mean and lay: Follies wait on him in a croup behind;
If Aristotle's friends will shew the grace He meets reception from the antic quecn,
To wave for once their statute in that case. Who thinks her majesty's most honour’d, when Go ou then, Sır, and since you could aspire, Attended by those tine-dreit gentlemen.
Aud reach this vreight, aim yet at laurel ha: Reason, the honeft counsellor, this knows,
Secure great injur'd Maro from the wrong And into court with resolute virtue gocs;
He unredeem'd has labour'd with so long Lets Fancy see her loose irregular sway,
Iu Holbourn rhyme, and, left the book focale, Then how the flattering follies sneak away!
fail, This image, when it came, too fiercely shook Expos'd with pictures to promote the fale : I.ly brain, which its fost quiet straight forfook ; So tapsters set out ligns, for muddy ale. When waking as I cast my cyes around,
You're only able to retrieve his doom, Nothing but old loath'd vanities I found;
And make him here as fam'd as once at Rome:
And shews their poetry so much in you.
Which ignorant poetafters do defile
Instead of comedy with nasty farce. By day what's necdful, and at night soft ease; Would Plautus, Terence c'er, have been so lewd. The friend I trust in, and the Ilie I love,
T' have dreft Jack-pudding up to catch the crom Then fix me ; and if e'er I wish remove,
Or Sophocles five tedious acts have marle, Make me as great (that's wretched) as ye can, To the w a whining fool in love betray'd Set me in power, the woefull'st state of man; By fome false friend or flippery chambermad, ) To be by fools niilled, to knaves a prey,
Then, ere he hangs himself, bemuans bis ia.] But make life what I ask, or take 't away.
in a dull speech, and that fine language call ?
When blockheads will claim wit in nature's spi
And every dunce, that starves, prefumes to win
Make the dead ancients speak the British targall,
In his own mother-tongue may humbly read IR, when your took the firit time came abroad, What engines yet are wanting in his head
To make him equal to the mighty dead, For, as to sume good-nature I pretend,
For of all Nature's works w soft should 10I fear'd to read, left i should not commend. The thing who thinks hinflf a poet bass Lucretius english d! 'twas a work might shake Unbred, untaught, he rhymes, yet hardly facing The power of English verfe to undertake.
And fenfclessly, as squirrels jangle bells. This all men thought; but you are born, we find, Such things, Sis, here abound; may be T'out-do the expectations of mankind;
you Since you've fo well the noble rask perform'd, Be ever to your friends, the Mules, true! Envy's appeas'l, and prejudice disarm'd : May our det. As be by your powers fupply'd, For when the rich original we peruse,
Till, as our envy now, you grow our pride; And by it try the metal you produce,
Till by your pen reitor'd, in triumph borte, Though there indeed the purest ore we find, The majesty of poetry return! Yet liv in you it fonicthing seeins refind :
ON II ER
Send all your wishes with him, let the air
Let the illustrious niother touch our land
Mildly, as hercafter may her son command;
While our glad monarch welcumes her to shore,
With kind assurance shc shall part no more. Coming to the Tbeatre, Friday, April 21, 1682.
Be the majeltic babe then smiling born,
And all good tigns of fate his birth adorn,
So live and grow, a constant pledge to stand
Of Cacfar's love to an obedient land.
HER ROYAL HIGHNESS,
RETURN FROM SCOTLAND,
IV THE YEAR 1632.
and See, sce, the injur'd prince, and bless his name,
every loyal Muse's loyal friend, Thirk va the martyr from whole loins he canic;
That come to treat your longing wishes here, Think on the blood was shed for you before,
Turn your defiring eyes, and feast them there. Ard curse the parricides that thirit for more.
Thus falling on your knces with me implore, Flives are yours, then of their wiles beware: May this poor land ne'er lose that presence mort! 12}, lay him in your hearts, and guard him
But if there any in this circle be, there',
That come so curft to envy what they fee, teet luis wrongs your real for him improve; From the vain fool that would be great too foon, F. wear a sword will justify your love.
To the dull knave that writ the last lampoon ! With blood ftill ready for your good i' expend,
Let such, as victims to that beauty's fame, And has a hivart that nc'er forgot his friend.
Hang their vile blafted heads, and dic with shame. His duteous loyalty before you lay,
Our mighty bleffing is at last return'd, And learn of him, unmurniuring to obey,
The joy arriv'd for which so long we mourn'd: Tin's what he'as borne, your quiet to restore;
From whom our present peace we expect etzRepent your m. dacfs, and rebel no murre.
creasid, No more let Boutefcus hope to lead petitions,
And all our future generations blest. Scriveners tu be treafurers; pedlars, politicians ;
Time, have care : bring safe the hour of joy, Nor every fool, whofe wife has tript at court,
When some bleft tongue proclaims a royal boy: Puck up a spirit, and turn rebel fort.
And when 'tis born, let nature's hand be strong; in lands where cuckolds niultiply like ours,
Bless him with days of strength, and make them What prince can be too jealous cf their powers,
long; Or can too often think himself alarm'd?
Till charg'd with honours we behold him stand,? They're mal-contents that every where go krmid: Three kingdoms banners waiting his command, And when the horn'd herd's together gre,
His father's conquering sword within his hand : Nothing portends a common-wealti like that. Then th' English lions in the air advance, Cal, cast your idols off, your gods of wood,
And with them roaring nunsic to the dance,
Carry a Quo Warranto into France.
TO MRS. BEHR's
CITY HEIRESS, 1682. Th' atoning brother of your anger'd lord: He only brings a niedicine fit t' assuage
COW vain have prov'd the labours of the Atage, A people's folly, and rouz'd monarch's rage.
In striving to reclaim a vicious age! An infant prince, yet labouring in the womb, Poets may write, the mischief to impcach;
2 Fated with wondrous harpiness to come,
You care as little what the poets teach, He goes to fetch the mighty bleflings home : As you regard at church what parsons preach,
Her cruelty all ease denies ;
With some sad dream I start, All drowo'd in tears I find my eyes,
And breaking feel my heart. Then rising, through the path I rove,
That leads me where she dwells, Where to the senseless waves my love
Its mournful story tells :
Till morning bids depart;
Alas ! 'twill break my heart !
Therefore all you who have male issue born
But, Sylvia, when this conquest's won,
And I am dead and cold, Renounce the cruel deed you've done,
Nor glory when 'tis told ;
Will take my injur'd part,
For breaking my poor heart.
DEATH OF HIS LATE MAJESTY.
CHAT horror's this that dwells upon the
plain, And thus disturbs the shepherds' peaceful reign? A dismal sound breaks through the yielding air, Forewarning us some dreadful form is near. The bleating flocks in wild confusion stray, The early larks forsake their wandering way, And cease to welcome-in the now-born day. Each nymph posleft with a distracted fear, Disorder'd hangs her loose dishevel'd hair, Diseases with her strong convulsions reign, and deities, not known before to pain, Arc now with apoplectic seizures fain. Hence flow our forrows, hence increase our fears, Each humble plant docs drop her silver tears. Ye tender lambs, stray not so fast away, To weep ard mourn let us together stay: O’er all the universe let it be spread, That now the shepherd of the flock is dead. The royal Pan, that shepherd of the sheep, He, who to leave his flock did dying weep, Is gone, ah gone! ne'er to return from Death's
N. LEE'S CONSTANTINE THE GREAT.
WHAT think ye meant wise Providence, WHAT
pite of his state, my Lord fometimes descends, co please the importunity of friends. Che dullest he, thought molt for business fit, Vill venture his bought place to aim at wit; and thongh he sinks with his employs of state, Cill common sense forsake him, he'll translate. The Poet and the Whore alike complains, -f trading quality, that spoil their gains; Chc lords will write, and ladies will have
fawains ! VOL. II,