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Others I saw, who were not quite bereft

Who'd eat with emperors, if o'er his head Of sense, though very small remains were left, A poniard hung but by a single thread *? Curfing the fatal folly of their youth,

Love's banquets are extravagantly sweet, For trusting to perjurious woman's truth.

And either kill, or surfeit, all that eat; There on the left. _Upon the right a view Who, when the fated appetite is tird, Of equal horror, equal misery too;

E'en loath the thoughts of what they once admir’d. Amazing! all employ'd my troubled thought, You ’ve promis.d, Strephon, to forsake the charms And, with new wonder, new averfion brought. Of Delia, though she courts you to her arms; There I beheld a wretched, numerous throng And sure I may your resolution trust; Of pale, lean mortals; some lay stretch'd along You 'll never want temptation, but be just. On beds of straw, disconsolate and poor ;

Vows of this nature, youth, must not be broke; Others extended naked on the floor;

You 're always bound, though 't is a gentle yoke. Exild from human piry, here they lie,

Would men be wise, and my advice pursue, And know no end of misery till they die,

Love's conquests would be small, his triumphs few But death, which comes in gay and prosperous days For nothing can oppose his tyranny, Too foon, in time of misery delays.

With such a prospect of success as I. These dreadful spectacles had so much power,

Me he detests, and from my presence flies,

Who know his arts, and stratagems despise,
I vow'd, and folemnly, to love no more :
For fure that Aame is kindled from below,

By which he cancels mighty Wisdom's rules,

To make himself the deity of fools: Which breeds such fad variety of woe.

Him dully they adore, him blindly serve, Then we descended, by some few degrees,

Some while they're sots, and others while they larve From this stupendous scene of miseries ;

For those who under his wild conduct go, Bold Reason brought me to another cave,

Either come coxcombs, or he makes them so ; Dark as the inmoft chambers of the grave.

His charms deprive, by their strange influence,
Here, youth, she cry'd, in the acutest pain,

The brave of courage, and the wise of sense;
Those villains lic, who have their fathers Nain, In vain philosophy would set the mind
Stabb'd their own brothers, nay, their friends, to please At liberty, if once by him confin'd:
Ambitious, proud, revengeful mistresses ;

The scholar's learning, and the poet's wit,
Who, after all their services, preferr'd

A while may struggle, but at last submit;
Some rugged fellow of the brawny herd

Well-weigh'd results and wife conclufions seem
Before those wretches; who, despairing, dwell But empty chat, impertinence to him;
In agonies no human tongue can tell.

His opiates seize so strongly on the brain,
Darkness provents the too amazing light ;

They make all prudent application vain: And you may bless the happy want of light.

If, therefore, you resolve to live at ease, But my tormented ears were fill'd with sighs,

To taste the sweetness of internal peace ; Expiring groans, and lamentable cries,

Would not for safety to a battle fly, So very sad I could endure no more;

Or choose a shipwreck, if afraid to die ; Methought I felt the miseries they bore.

Far from these pleasurable fhades remove,

And leave the fond, inglorious toil of Love.
Then to my guide said I, For pity now
Conduct me back; here I confirm my vow.

This said, she vanih'd, and methought I found Which, if I dare infringe, be this my fate,

Myself transported to a riling ground; To die thus wretched, and repent too late.

From whence I did a pleasant vale survey, The charms of beauty I'll no more pursue :

Large was the prospecz, beautiful, and gay, Delia, farewell, farewell for ever too.

There I beheld th' apartments of delight,

Whofe curious forms oblig'd the wondering sight; Then we return'd to the delightful grove ;

Some in full view upon the champain plac'd, Where Reason still diffuaded me from Love.

With lofty walls and cooling streams embrac'd : You see, the cry'd, what misery attends

Others, in fhady groves, retir'd from noise, On Love, and where too frequently it ends ;

The seat of private and exalted joys. And let not that unwieldy passion sway

At a great distance I perceiv'd there stood Your soul, which none but whining fools obey, A stately building in a spacious wood, The masculine, brave spirit scorns to own

Whose giided turrets rais'd their beauteous heads The proud ufurper of my facred throne;

High in the air, to view the neighbouring meads, Vor with idolatrouis deyotion pays

Where vulgar lovers spend their happy days, To the false god, or sacrifice, or praise.

In ruftic dancing, and delightful plays. The Syren's music charms the sailor's ear;

But whilc I gaz'd with admiration round, But he is ruin'd if he stops to hear :

I heard from far cæleftial music found; And, if you listen, Love's harmonious voice

So soft, so moying, fo harmonious, all As much delights, as certainly destroys.

The artful charming notes did rise and fall; Ambrofia mix'd with Aconite may have

My soul, transported with the graceful airs, pleasant taste, but sends you to the grave; Shook off the pressures of its former fears ; For though the latent poison may be still

I felt afresh the little god begin while, it very seldom fails to kill.

To stir himself, and gentle move within.
But who'd partake the food of gods, to die
Vithin a day, or live in misery?

* The fear of Damocles.


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For what could Love by my destruction gain? Of happy lovers, who consum'd their hours,
Love 's an immortal god, and I a swain;

With conftant jollity, in shady bowers.
And sure I may without suspicion trust

There I beheld the blest variety A god, for gods can never be unjust.

Of joy, from all corroding troubles free:

Each follow'd his own fancy to delight; Right you conclude, reply'd the smiling boy ; Though all went different ways, yet all went right. Love ruins none, 'tis men themselves destroy ; None err'd, or miss'd the happiness he fought; And those vile wretches which you lately saw, Love to one centre every twining brought. Transgress'd his rules, as well as Reason's law. We pass’d through numerous pleasant fields and glades, They're not Love's subjects, but the slaves of Luft; By murmuring fountains, and by peaceful thades; Nor is their punishment so great as juft.

Till we approach'd the confines of the wood, For Love and Luft effentially divide,

Where mighty Love's immortal temple ftood;
Like day and night, Humility and Pride;

Round the cæleftial fane, in goodly rows,
One darkness hides, t'other does always ihine; And beauteous order, amorous myrtle grows ;
This of infernal make, and that divine.

Beneath whose shade expecting lovers wait
Reason no generous paffion does oppose;

For the kind minute of indulgent fate; 'Tis Luft (not Love) and Reason that are foes. Each had his guardian Cupid, whose chief care, She bids you scorn a base inglorious flame,

By secret motions, was to warm the fair ;
Black as the gloomy Shade from whence it came : To kindle eager longings for the joy;
In this her precepts should obedience find;

To move the now, and to incline the coy.
Put yours is not of that ignoble kind.
You err in thinking the would disapprove

The glorious fabric charm’d my wondering fight; The brave pursuit of honorable love:

Of vart extent, and of prodigious height: And therefore judge what 's harmless an offence; The case was marble, but the polith'd stone. Invert her meaning, and mistake her sense.

With such an admirable lustre shone, She could not such infipid counsel give,

As if some architect divine had strove
As not to love at all; 'tis not to live;

T' outdo the palace of imperial Jove;
But, where bright virtue and true beauty lies, The ponderous gates of maliy gold were made,
And that in Delia, charming Delia's eyes.

With di’monds of a mighty fize inlaid ;
Could you contentcd see th' angelic maid

Here stood the winged guards, in order plac'd, In old Alexis' dull embraces laid ?

With shining darts and golden quivers grac'd: Or rough-hewn Tityrus possess those charms, As we approach'd, they clapp'd their joyful wings, Which are an heaven, the heaven of Delia's arms ? And cry'd aloud, Tune, tune your warbling Itrings; Consider, youth, what transport you forego, The grateful youth is come, to sacrifice The most intire felicity below;

At Delia's altar to bright Delia's eyes ; Which is by fate alone reserv'd for you :

With harmony divine his soul inspire,
Monarchs have been deny'd; for monarchs sue. That he may boldly touch the sacred fire ;
I own 'tis difficult to gain the prize;

And ye that wait upon the blushing fair,
Or 't would be cheap and low in noble eyes : Cæleftial incense and perfumes prepare;
But there is one soft minute, when the mind While our great god her panting bosom warms,
Is left unguarded, waiting to be kind;

Refines her beauties, and improves her charms.
Which the wise lover understanding right,
Steals in like day upon the wings of light.

Entering the spacious dome, my ravish'd eyes
You urge your vow, but can those vows prevail, A wondrous scene of glory did surprize:
Whose first foundation and whose reason fail? The riches, symmetry, and brightness, all
You vow'd to leave fair Delia; but you thought Did equally for admiration call!
Your passion was a crime, your Aame a fault. But the description is a labour fit
But fince your judgment errd, it has no force For none beneath a laureat angel's wit.
To bind at all, but is diffolv'd of course;
And therefore hesitate no longer here,

Amidst the temple was an altar made But banish all the dull remains of fear.

Of solid gold, where adoration 's paid;

Here I perform'd the usual rites with fear, Dare you be happy, youth; but dare, and be ;

Not daring boldly to approach too near; I'll be your convoy to the charming The.

Till from the god a smiling Cupid came, What! Atill irresolute? debating still?

And bid me touch the confecrated Aame: View her, and then forsake her if you will.

Which done, my guide my eager steps convey'd I'll go, said I; once more I 'll venture all; To the apartment of the beauteous maid.

Before the entrance was her altar rais'd,
Tis brave to perish by a noble fall.
Beauty no mortal can refift; and Jove

On pedestals of polith'd marble plac'd,
Laid by his grandeur, to indulge his love.

By it her guardian Cupid always stands, Reason, if I do err, my crime forgive :

Who troops of missionary Loves command:

To him, with soft addresses all repair : ngels alone without offending live.

Each for his captive humbly begs the fair: go astray but as the wise have done ; and act a folly which they did not shun.

Though fill in vain they importun'd; for he

Would give encouragement to none but me. Then we, descending to a spacious plain,

There stands the youth, he cry'd, must take a bliss, Vere foon saluted by a numerous train

The lovely Delia can be none but his ;


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