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139:01,000['  ]| <\The Lady's Looking-Glass.\> 
139:01,001[A  ]| CELIA and I the other Day 
139:01,002[A  ]| Walked over the Sand-Hills to$4$ the Sea:  
139:01,003[A  ]| The setting Sun adorned the Coast, 
139:01,004[A  ]| His Beams entire, his Fierceness lost:  
139:01,005[A  ]| And, on$4$ the Surface of the Deep, 
139:01,006[A  ]| The Winds lay only not asleep:  
139:01,007[A  ]| The Nymph did like$4$ the Scene appear, 
139:01,008[A  ]| Serenely pleasant, calmly fair:  
139:01,009[A  ]| Soft fell her Words, as flew the Air.  
139:01,010[A  ]| With secret Joy I heard Her say, 
139:01,011[A  ]| That$3$ She would never miss one Day 
139:01,012[A  ]| A Walk so$5#1$ fine, a Sight so$5#1$ gay.  
139:01,013[A  ]| But, oh the Change!  the Winds grow high; 
139:01,014[A  ]| Impending Tempests charge the Sky; 
139:01,015[A  ]| The Lightning flies; the Thunder roars; 
139:01,016[A  ]| The big Waves lash the frightened Shores.  
139:01,017[A  ]| Struck with the Horror of the Sight, 
139:01,018[A  ]| She turns her Head, and wings her Flight; 
139:01,019[A  ]| And trembling vows, She will$1$ never again 
139:01,020[A  ]| Approach the Shore, or view the Main.  
139:01,021[A  ]| Once more at least look back, said I; 
139:01,022[A  ]| Thyself in$4$ That$6#2$ large Glass descry:  
139:01,023[A  ]| When Thou art in$4$ good Humour dressed; 
139:01,024[A  ]| When gentle Reason rules thy Breast; 
139:01,025[A  ]| The Sun upon$4$ the calmest Sea 
139:01,026[A  ]| Appears not half so$5#1$ bright as Thee:  
139:01,027[A  ]| It is then, that$3$ with Delight I rove 
139:01,028[A  ]| Upon$4$ the boundless Depth of Love:  
139:01,029[A  ]| I bless my Chain; I hand my Oar; 
139:01,030[A  ]| Nor think on$4$ all I left on$4$ Shore.  
139:01,031[A  ]| But when vain Doubt, and groundless Fear 
139:01,032[A  ]| Do That$6#2$ Dear Foolish Bosom tear; 
139:01,033[A  ]| When the big Lip, and watery Eye 
139:01,034[A  ]| Tell Me, the rising Storm is nigh:  
139:01,035[A  ]| It is then, Thou art yon angry Main, 
139:01,036[A  ]| Deformed by$4$ Winds, and dashed by$4$ Rain; 
139:01,037[A  ]| And the poor Sailor, that$6#1$ must try 
139:01,038[A  ]| Its Fury, labours less than I.  
139:01,039[A  ]| Shipwrecked, in$4$ vain to$4$ Land I make; 
139:01,040[A  ]| While Love and Fate still drive Me back:  
139:01,041[A  ]| Forced to$9$ dote on$4$ Thee thy own Way,  
139:01,042[A  ]| I chide Thee first, and then obey.  
139:01,043[A  ]| Wretched when from Thee, vexed when nigh, 
139:01,044[A  ]| I with Thee, or without Thee, die.  
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139:02,000['  ]| <\Prologue, Spoken at Court before the\> 
139:02,000['  ]| <\Queen, on her Majesty's\> 
139:02,000['  ]| <\Birth-Day, 1704.\> 
139:02,001[A  ]| SHINE forth, Ye Planets, with distinguished Light, 
139:02,002[A  ]| As when Ye hallowed first this Happy Night:  
139:02,003[A  ]| Again transmit your Friendly Beams to$4$ Earth, 
139:02,004[A  ]| As when BRITANNIA joyed for$4$ ANNA's Birth:  
139:02,005[A  ]| And Thou, propitious Star, whose sacred Power 
139:02,006[A  ]| Presided over the Monarch's Natal Hour, 
139:02,007[A  ]| Thy Radiant Voyages forever run, 
139:02,008[A  ]| Yielding to$4$ none but CYNTHIA, and the Sun:  
139:02,009[A  ]| With Thy fair Aspect still illustrate Heaven:  
139:02,010[A  ]| Kindly preserve what Thou hast greatly given:  
139:02,011[A  ]| Thy Influence for$4$ thy ANNA We implore:  
139:02,012[A  ]| Prolong One Life; and BRITAIN asks no$2$ more.  
139:02,013[A  ]| For$3$ Virtue can no$2$ ampler Power express, 
139:02,014[A  ]| Than to$9$ be Great in$4$ War, and Good in$4$ Peace:  
139:02,015[A  ]| For$3$ Thought no$2$ higher Wish of Bliss can frame, 
139:02,016[A  ]| Than to$9$ enjoy that$6#2$ Virtue STILL THE SAME.  
139:02,017[A  ]| Entire and sure the Monarch's Rule must prove, 
139:02,018[A  ]| Who$6#1$ founds Her Greatness on$4$ Her Subjects Love; 
139:02,019[A  ]| Who$6#1$ does our Homage for$4$ our Good require; 
139:02,020[A  ]| And Orders that$6#2$ which$6#1$ We should first Desire:  
139:02,021[A  ]| Our vanquished Wills that$6#2$ pleasing Force obey:  
139:02,022[A  ]| Her Goodness takes our Liberty away:  
139:02,023[A  ]| And haughty BRITAIN yields to$4$ Arbitrary Sway.  
139:02,024[A  ]| Let the young AUSTRIAN then Her Terrors bear, 
139:02,025[A  ]| Great as He is, Her Delegate in$4$ War:  
139:02,026[A  ]| Let Him in$4$ Thunder speak to$4$ both his SPAINS, 
139:02,027[A  ]| That$3$ in$4$ these Dreadful Isles a Woman Reigns.  
139:02,028[A  ]| While the Bright Queen does on$4$ Her Subjects shower 
139:02,029[A  ]| The gentle Blessings of Her softer Power; 
139:02,030[A  ]| Gives sacred Morals to$4$ a vicious Age, 
139:02,031[A  ]| To$4$ Temples Zeal, and Manners to$4$ the Stage; 
139:02,032[A  ]| Bids the chaste Muse without a Blush appear, 
139:02,033[A  ]| And Wit be that$6#2$ which$6#1$ Heaven and She may hear.  
139:02,034[A  ]| MINERVA thus to$4$ PERSEUS lent Her Shield; 
139:02,035[A  ]| Secure of Conquest, sent Him to$4$ the Field:  
139:02,036[A  ]| The Hero acted what the Queen ordained:  
139:02,037[A  ]| So$3$ was His Fame complete, and ANDROMEDE unchained.  
139:02,038[A  ]| Meantime amidst Her Native Temples sate 
139:02,039[A  ]| The Goddess, studious of Her GRECIAN's Fate; 
139:02,040[A  ]| Taught them in$4$ Laws and Letters to$9$ excel, 
139:02,041[A  ]| In$4$ Acting justly, and in$4$ Writing well.  
139:02,042[A  ]| Thus while She did Her various Power dispose, 
139:02,043[A  ]| The World was freed from Tyrants, Wars, and Woes:  
139:02,044[A  ]| Virtue was taught in$4$ Verse, and ATHENS' Glory rose.  
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139:03,000['  ]| <\An English Padlock.\> 
139:03,001[A  ]| MISS*DANAE, when Fair and Young 
139:03,002[A  ]| (As HORACE has divinely sung) 
139:03,003[A  ]| Could not be kept from JOVE's Embrace 
139:03,004[A  ]| By$4$ Doors of Steel, and Walls of Brass.  
139:03,005[A  ]| The Reason of the Thing is clear; 
139:03,006[A  ]| Would JOVE the naked Truth aver:  
139:03,007[A  ]| CUPID was with Him of the Party; 
139:03,008[A  ]| And showed himself sincere and hearty:  
139:03,009[A  ]| For$3$, give That$6#2$ Whipster but his Errand; 
139:03,010[A  ]| He takes my Lord Chief Justice's Warrant:  
139:03,011[A  ]| Dauntless as Death away He walks; 
139:03,012[A  ]| Breaks the Doors open; snaps the Locks; 
139:03,013[A  ]| Searches the Parlour, Chamber, Study; 
139:03,014[A  ]| Nor stops, till He has CULPRIT's Body.  
139:03,015[A  ]| Since This has been Authentic Truth, 
139:03,016[A  ]| By$4$ Age delivered down to$4$ Youth; 
139:03,017[A  ]| Tell us, mistaken Husband, tell us, 
139:03,018[A  ]| Why so$5#1$ Mysterious, why so$5#1$ Jealous?  
139:03,019[A  ]| Does the Restraint, the Bolt, the Bar 
139:03,020[A  ]| Make Us less Curious, Her less Fair?  
139:03,021[A  ]| The Spy, which$6#1$ does this Treasure keep, 
139:03,022[A  ]| Does She never say her Prayers, nor sleep?  
139:03,023[A  ]| Does She to$4$ no$2$ Excess incline?  
139:03,024[A  ]| Does She fly Music, Mirth, and Wine?  
139:03,025[A  ]| Or have not God and Flattery Power, 
139:03,026[A  ]| To$9$ purchase One unguarded Hour?  
139:03,027[A  ]| Your Care does further yet extend:  
139:03,028[A  ]| That$6#2$ Spy is guarded by$4$ your Friend.  ~~  
139:03,029[A  ]| But has This Friend nor Eye, nor Heart?  
139:03,030[A  ]| May He not feel the cruel Dart, 
139:03,031[A  ]| Which$6#1$, soon or late, all Mortals feel?  
139:03,032[A  ]| May He not, with too tender Zeal, 
139:03,033[A  ]| Give the Fair Prisoner Cause to$9$ see, 
139:03,034[A  ]| How much He wishes, She were free?  
139:03,035[A  ]| May He not craftily infer 
139:03,036[A  ]| The Rules of Friendship too severe, 
139:03,037[A  ]| Which$6#1$ chain Him to$4$ a hated Trust; 
139:03,038[A  ]| Which$6#1$ make Him Wretched, to$9$ be Just?  
139:03,039[A  ]| And may not She, this Darling She, 
139:03,040[A  ]| Youthful and healthy, Flesh and Blood, 
139:03,041[A  ]| Easy with Him, ill-used by$4$ Thee, 
139:03,042[A  ]| Allow this Logic to$9$ be good?  
139:03,043[B  ]| Sir, Will$1$ your Questions never end?  
139:03,044[B  ]| I trust to$4$ neither Spy nor Friend.  
139:03,045[B  ]| In$4$ short, I keep Her from the Sight 
139:03,046[A  ]| She will$1$ write.  ~~  
139:03,046[B  ]| Of every Human Face ~~ 
139:03,047[B  ]| From Pen and Paper She is debarred.  ~~  
139:03,048[A  ]| Has She a Bodkin and a Card?  
139:03,049[A  ]| She will$1$ prick her Mind.  ~~ 
139:03,049[B  ]| She will$1$, You say:  
139:03,050[B  ]| But how shall She That$6#2$ Mind convey?  
139:03,051[B  ]| I keep Her in$4$ one Room:  I lock it:  
139:03,052[B  ]| The Key (look here) is in$4$ this Pocket.  
139:03,053[A  ]| The Key-hole, is that$6#2$ left?  
139:03,053[B  ]| Most certain.  
139:03,054[A  ]| She will$1$ thrust her Letter through ~~ Sir*MARTIN.  
139:03,055[B  ]| Dear angry Friend, what must be done?  
139:03,056[A  ]| There is but One.  
139:03,056[B  ]| Is there no$2$ Way?  ~~ 
139:03,057[A  ]| Send Her abroad; and let Her see, 
139:03,058[A  ]| That$3$ all this mingled Mass, which$6#1$ She 
139:03,059[A  ]| Being forbidden longs to$9$ know, 
139:03,060[A  ]| Is a dull Farce, an empty Show, 
139:03,061[A  ]| Powder, and Pocket-Glass, and Beau; 
139:03,062[A  ]| A Staple of Romance and Lies, 
139:03,063[A  ]| False Tears, and real Perjuries:  
139:03,064[A  ]| Where Sighs and Looks are bought and sold; 
139:03,065[A  ]| And Love is made but to$9$ be told:  
139:03,066[A  ]| Where the fat Bawd, and lavish Heir 
139:03,067[A  ]| The Spoils of ruined Beauty share:  
139:03,068[A  ]| And Youth seduced from Friends and Fame, 
139:03,069[A  ]| Must give up$5$ Age to$4$ Want and Shame.  
139:03,070[A  ]| Let Her behold the Frantic Scene, 
139:03,071[A  ]| The Women wretched, false the Men:  
139:03,072[A  ]| And when, these certain Ills to$9$ shun, 
139:03,073[A  ]| She would to$4$ Thy Embraces run; 
139:03,074[A  ]| Receive Her with extended Arms:  
139:03,075[A  ]| Seem more delighted with her Charms:  
139:03,076[A  ]| Wait on$4$ Her to$4$ the Park and Play:  
139:03,077[A  ]| Put on$5$ good Humour; make Her gay:  
139:03,078[A  ]| Be to$4$ her Virtues very kind:  
139:03,079[A  ]| Be to$4$ her Faults a little blind:  
139:03,080[A  ]| Let all her Ways be unconfined:  
139:03,081[A  ]| And clap your PADLOCK ~~ on$4$ her Mind.  
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139:04,000['  ]| <\Epilogue to Pha*edra.\> 
139:04,000['  ]| <\Spoken by Mrs%*Oldfield, who acted Ismena.\> 
139:04,001[A  ]| LADIES, tonight your Pity I implore 
139:04,002[A  ]| For$4$ One, who$6#1$ never troubled You before:  
139:04,003[A  ]| An OXFORD-MAN, extremely read in$4$ GREEK, 
139:04,004[A  ]| Who$6#1$ from EURIPIDES makes PHAEDRA speak; 
139:04,005[A  ]| And come to$4$ Town, to$9$ let Us Moderns know, 
139:04,006[A  ]| How Women loved two thousand Years ago.  
139:04,007[A  ]| If that$6#2$ be all, said I, even burn your Play:  
139:04,008[A  ]| I'*gad!  We know all that$6#2$, as well as They:  
139:04,009[A  ]| Show Us the youthful, handsome Charioteer, 
139:04,010[A  ]| Firm in$4$ his Seat, and running his Career; 
139:04,011[A  ]| Our Souls would kindle with as generous Flames, 
139:04,012[A  ]| As ever inspired the ancient GRECIAN Dames:  
139:04,013[A  ]| Every ISMENA would resign her Breast; 
139:04,014[A  ]| And every dear HIPPOLYTUS be blest.  
139:04,015[A  ]| But, as it is, Six flouncing FLANDERS Mares 
139:04,016[A  ]| Are even as good, as any Two of Theirs; 
139:04,017[A  ]| And if HIPPOLYTUS can but contrive 
139:04,018[A  ]| To$9$ buy the gilded Chariot; JOHN can drive.  
139:04,019[A  ]| Now of the Bustle You have seen today, 
139:04,020[A  ]| And PHAEDRA's Morals in$4$ this Scholar's Play, 
139:04,021[A  ]| Something at least in$4$ Justice should be said:  
139:04,022[A  ]| But this HIPPOLYTUS so$5#2$ fills One's Head ~~  
139:04,023[A  ]| Well!  PHAEDRA lived as chastely as She could, 
139:04,024[A  ]| For$3$ she was Father JOVE's own Flesh and Blood.  
139:04,025[A  ]| Her awkward Love indeed was oddly fated:  
139:04,026[A  ]| She and her PLOY were too near related:  
139:04,027[A  ]| And yet that$6#2$ Scruple had been laid aside, 
139:04,028[A  ]| If honest THESEUS had but fairly died:  
139:04,029[A  ]| But when He came, what needed He to$9$ know, 
139:04,030[A  ]| But that$3$ all Matters stood in$4$ \7status*quo\?  
139:04,031[A  ]| There was no$2$ harm, You see; or grant there were:  
139:04,032[A  ]| She might want Conduct; but He wanted Care.  
139:04,033[A  ]| It was in$4$ a Husband little less than rude, 
139:04,034[A  ]| Upon$4$ his Wife's Retirement to$9$ intrude ~~  
139:04,035[A  ]| He should have sent a Night or two before, 
139:04,036[A  ]| That$3$ He would come exact at such an Hour:  
139:04,037[A  ]| Then He had turned all Tragedy to$4$ Jest;  
139:04,038[A  ]| Found everything contribute to$4$ his Rest; 
139:04,039[A  ]| The \9Picquet\ Friend dismissed, the Coast all clear, 
139:04,040[A  ]| And Spouse alone impatient for$4$ her Dear.  
139:04,041[A  ]| But if these gay Reflections come too late, 
139:04,042[A  ]| To$9$ keep the guilty PHAEDRA from her Fate; 
139:04,043[A  ]| If your more serious Judgement must condemn 
139:04,044[A  ]| The dire Effects of her unhappy Flame:  
139:04,045[A  ]| Yet, Ye chaste Matrons, and Ye tender Fair, 
139:04,046[A  ]| Let Love and Innocence engage your Care:  
139:04,047[A  ]| My spotless Flames to$4$ your Protection take; 
139:04,048[A  ]| And spare poor PHAEDRA, for$4$ ISMENA's sake.  
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139:05,000['  ]| <\Seeing the Duke*of*Ormond's Picture,\> 
139:05,000['  ]| <\at Sir*Godfrey*Kneller's.\> 
139:05,001[A  ]| OUT from the injured Canvas, KNELLER, strike 
139:05,002[A  ]| These Lines too faint:  the Picture is not like$5$.  
139:05,003[A  ]| Exalt thy Thought, and try thy Toil again:  
139:05,004[A  ]| Dreadful in$4$ Arms, on$4$ LANDEN's glorious Plain 
139:05,005[A  ]| Place ORMOND's Duke:  impendent in$4$ the Air 
139:05,006[A  ]| Let His keen Sabre, Comet-like, appear, 
139:05,007[A  ]| Wherever it points, denouncing Death:  below 
139:05,008[A  ]| Draw routed Squadrons, and the numerous Foe 
139:05,009[A  ]| Falling beneath, or flying from His Blow:  
139:05,010[A  ]| Till weak with Wounds, and covered over with Blood, 
139:05,011[A  ]| Which$6#1$ from the Patriot's Breast in$4$ Torrents flowed, 
139:05,012[A  ]| He faints:  His Steed no$2$ longer hears the Rein; 
139:05,013[A  ]| But stumbles over the Heap, His Hand had slain.  
139:05,014[A  ]| And now exhausted, bleeding, pale He lies; 
139:05,015[A  ]| Lovely, sad Object!  in$4$ His half-closed Eyes 
139:05,016[A  ]| Stern Vengeance yet, and Hostile Terror stand:  
139:05,017[A  ]| His Front yet threatens; and His Frowns command:  
139:05,018[A  ]| The \Gallick\ Chiefs their Troops around Him call; 
139:05,019[A  ]| Fear to$9$ approach Him, though they see Him fall.  ~~  
139:05,020[A  ]| O KNELLER, could Thy Shades and Lights express 
139:05,021[A  ]| The perfect Hero in$4$ that$6#2$ glorious Dress; 
139:05,022[A  ]| Ages to$9$ come might ORMOND's Picture know; 
139:05,023[A  ]| And Palms for$4$ Thee beneath His Laurels grow:  
139:05,024[A  ]| In$4$ spite of Time Thy Work might ever shine; 
139:05,025[A  ]| Nor HOMER's Colours last so$5#1$ long as Thine.  
139:06,000@@@@@| 
139:06,000['  ]| <\The Chameleon.\> 
139:06,001[A  ]| AS the Chameleon, who$6#1$ is known 
139:06,002[A  ]| To$9$ have no$2$ Colours of his own; 
139:06,003[A  ]| But borrows from his Neighbour's Hue 
139:06,004[A  ]| His White or Black, his Green or Blue; 
139:06,005[A  ]| And struts as much in$4$ ready Light, 
139:06,006[A  ]| Which$6#1$ Credit gives Him upon$4$ Sight; 
139:06,007[A  ]| As if the Rainbow were in$4$ Tail 
139:06,008[A  ]| Settled on$4$ Him, and his Heirs Male:  
139:06,009[A  ]| So$3$ the young Squire, when first He comes 
139:06,010[A  ]| From Country School, to$4$ WILL's or TOM's; 
139:06,011[A  ]| And equally, in$4$ Truth, is fit 
139:06,012[A  ]| To$9$ be a Statesman, or a Wit; 
139:06,013[A  ]| Without one Notion of his own, 
139:06,014[A  ]| He Saunters wildly up$5$ and down; 
139:06,015[A  ]| Till some Acquaintance, good or bad, 
139:06,016[A  ]| Takes notice of a staring Lad; 
139:06,017[A  ]| Admits Him in$5$ among the Gang:  
139:06,018[A  ]| They jest, reply, dispute, harangue:  
139:06,019[A  ]| He acts and talks, as They befriend Him, 
139:06,020[A  ]| Smeared with the Colours, which$6#1$ They lend Him.  
139:06,021[A  ]| Thus merely, as his Fortune chances, 
139:06,022[A  ]| His Merit or his Vices advances.  
139:06,023[A  ]| If haply He the Sect pursues, 
139:06,024[A  ]| That$6#1$ read and comment upon$4$ News; 
139:06,025[A  ]| He takes up$5$ Their mysterious Face; 
139:06,026[A  ]| He drinks his Coffee without Lace.  
139:06,027[A  ]| This Week his mimic-Tongue runs over 
139:06,028[A  ]| What They have said the Week before.  
139:06,029[A  ]| His Wisdom sets all Europe right; 
139:06,030[A  ]| And teaches MARLBRO when to$9$ Fight.  
139:06,031[A  ]| Or if it be his Fate to$9$ meet 
139:06,032[A  ]| With Folks who$6#1$ have more Wealth than Wit; 
139:06,033[A  ]| He loves cheap \Port\, and double Bub; 
139:06,034[A  ]| And settles in$4$ the \Hum-Drum\ Club.  
139:06,035[A  ]| He learns how Stocks will$1$ Fall or Rise; 
139:06,036[A  ]| Holds Poverty the greatest Vice.  
139:06,037[A  ]| Thinks Wit the Bane of Conversation; 
139:06,038[A  ]| And says, that$3$ Learning spoils a Nation.  
139:06,039[A  ]| But if, at first, He minds his Hits, 
139:06,040[A  ]| And drinks \Champaine\ among the Wits; 
139:06,041[A  ]| Five deep, He Toasts the towering Lasses; 
139:06,042[A  ]| Repeats you Verses wrote on$4$ Glasses; 
139:06,043[A  ]| Is in$4$ the Chair; prescribes the Law; 
139:06,044[A  ]| And Lies with Those he never saw.  
139:07,000@@@@@| 
139:07,000['  ]| <\Love Disarm'd.\> 
139:07,001[A  ]| BENEATH a Myrtle's verdant Shade 
139:07,002[A  ]| As CLOE half asleep was laid, 
139:07,003[A  ]| CUPID perched lightly on$4$ Her Breast, 
139:07,004[A  ]| And in$4$ That$6#2$ Heaven desired to$4$ rest:  
139:07,005[A  ]| Over her Paps his Wings He spread:  
139:07,006[A  ]| Between He found a downy Bed, 
139:07,007[A  ]| And nestled in$4$ His little Head.  
139:07,008[A  ]| Still lay the God:  The Nymph surprised, 
139:07,009[A  ]| Yet Mistress of herself, devised, 
139:07,010[A  ]| How She the Vagrant might enthrall, 
139:07,011[A  ]| And Captive Him, who$6#1$ Captives All.  
139:07,012[A  ]| Her Bodice half way She unlaced:  
139:07,013[A  ]| About his Arms She slyly cast 
139:07,014[A  ]| The silken Bond, and held Him fast.  
139:07,015[A  ]| The God awaked; and thrice in$4$ vain 
139:07,016[A  ]| He strove to$9$ break the cruel Chain; 
139:07,017[A  ]| And thrice in$4$ vain He shook his Wing, 
139:07,018[A  ]| Encumbered in$4$ the silken String.  
139:07,019[A  ]| Fluttering the God, and weeping said, 
139:07,020@c   | Pity poor CUPID, generous Maid, 
139:07,021@c   | Who$6#1$ happened, being Blind, to$9$ stray, 
139:07,022@c   | And on$4$ thy Bosom lost his Way:  
139:07,023@c   | Who$6#1$ strayed, alas!  but knew too well, 
139:07,024@c   | He never There must hope to$9$ dwell.  
139:07,025@c   | Set an unhappy Prisoner free, 
139:07,026@c   | Who$6#1$ never intended Harm to$4$ Thee.  
139:07,027@b   | To$4$ Me pertains not, 
139:07,027[A  ]| She replies, 
139:07,028@b   | To$9$ know or care where CUPID flies; 
139:07,029@b   | What are his Haunts, or which$6#1$ his Way; 
139:07,030@b   | Where He would dwell, or whither stray:  
139:07,031@b   | Yet will$1$ I never set Thee free:  
139:07,032@b   | For$3$ Harm was meant, and Harm to$4$ Me.  
139:07,033@c   | Vain Fears that$6#1$ vex thy Virgin Heart!  
139:07,034@c   | I will$1$ give Thee up$5$ my Bow and Dart:  
139:07,035@c   | Untangle but this cruel Chain, 
139:07,036@c   | And freely let Me fly again.  
139:07,037@b   | Agreed:  Secure my Virgin Heart:  
139:07,038@b   | Instant give up$5$ thy Bow and Dart:  
139:07,039@b   | The Chain I will$1$ in$4$ Return untie; 
139:07,040@b   | And freely Thou again shalt fly.  
139:07,041[A  ]| Thus She the Captive did deliver:  
139:07,042[A  ]| The Captive thus gave up$5$ his Quiver.  
139:07,043[A  ]| The God disarmed, ever since that$6#2$ Day 
139:07,044[A  ]| Passes his Life in$4$ harmless Play; 
139:07,045[A  ]| Flies round, or sits upon$4$ her Breast, 
139:07,046[A  ]| A little, fluttering, idle Guest.  
139:07,047[A  ]| Ever since that$6#2$ Day the beauteous Maid 
139:07,048[A  ]| Governs the World in$4$ CUPID's stead; 
139:07,049[A  ]| Directs his Arrow as She wills; 
139:07,050[A  ]| Gives Grief, or Pleasure; spares, or kills.  
139:08,000@@@@@| 
139:08,000['  ]| <\Cloe Hunting.\> 
139:08,001[A  ]| BEHIND her Neck her comely Tresses tied, 
139:08,002[A  ]| Her Ivory Quiver graceful by$4$ her Side, 
139:08,003[A  ]| A-Hunting CLOE went:  She lost her Way, 
139:08,004[A  ]| And through the Woods uncertain chanced to$9$ stray.  
139:08,005[A  ]| APOLLO passing by$4$ beheld the Maid; 
139:08,006[A  ]| And, 
139:08,005@b   | Sister Dear, bright CYNTHIA turn, 
139:08,005[A  ]| He said:  
139:08,007@b   | The hunted Hind lies close in$4$ yonder Brake.  
139:08,008[A  ]| Loud CUPID laughed, to$9$ see the God's Mistake; 
139:08,009[A  ]| And laughing cried, 
139:08,009@b   | Learn better, great Divine, 
139:08,010@b   | To$9$ know Thy Kindred, and to$9$ honour Mine.  
139:08,011@b   | Rightly advised, far hence Thy Sister seek, 
139:08,012@b   | Or on$4$ MEANDER's Bank, or LATMUS' Peak.  
139:08,013@b   | But in$4$ Thy Nymph, My Friend, My Sister know:  
139:08,014@b   | She draws My Arrows, and She bends My Bow:  
139:08,015@b   | Fair THAMES She haunts, and every neighbouring Grove 
139:08,016@b   | Sacred to$4$ soft Recess, and gentle Love.  
139:08,017@b   | Go, with Thy CYNTHIA, hurl the pointed Spear 
139:08,018@b   | At the rough Boar; or chase the flying Deer:  
139:08,019@b   | I and My CLOE take a nobler Aim:  
139:08,020@b   | At human Hearts We fling, nor ever miss the Game.  
139:09,000@@@@@| 
139:09,000['  ]| <\Horace Lib% I.  Epist% IX.\> 
139:09,000['  ]| <\7Septimius, 7Claudi, 7nimirum 7intelligit 7unus, 7Quanti 7me 7facias:\> 
139:09,000['  ]| <\&c% Imitated.  To the Right Honorable Mr%*Harley.\> 
139:09,001[A  ]| DEAR DICK, however it comes into his Head, 
139:09,002[A  ]| Believes, as firmly as He does his Creed, 
139:09,003[A  ]| That$3$ You and I, SIR, are extremely great; 
139:09,004[A  ]| Though I play MAT, YOU \Minister of State\.  
139:09,005[A  ]| One Word from Me, without all doubt, He says, 
139:09,006[A  ]| Would fix his Fortune in$4$ some little Place.  
139:09,007[A  ]| Thus better than Myself, it seems, He knows, 
139:09,008[A  ]| How far my Interest with my Patron goes; 
139:09,009[A  ]| And answering all Objections I can make, 
139:09,010[A  ]| Still plunges deeper in$4$ his dear Mistake.  
139:09,011[A  ]| From this wild Fancy, SIR, there may proceed 
139:09,012[A  ]| One wilder yet, which$6#1$ I foresee, and dread; 
139:09,013[A  ]| That$3$ I, in$4$ Fact, a real Interest have, 
139:09,014[A  ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ my own Advantage I would save, 
139:09,015[A  ]| And, with the usual Courtier's Trick, intend 
139:09,016[A  ]| To$9$ serve Myself, forgetful of my Friend.  
139:09,017[A  ]| To$9$ shun this Censure, I all Shame lay by$5$; 
139:09,018[A  ]| And make my Reason with his Will$0$ comply; 
139:09,019[A  ]| Hoping, for$4$ my Excuse, it will$1$ be confessed, 
139:09,020[A  ]| That$3$ of two Evils I have chose the least.  
139:09,021[A  ]| So$3$, SIR, with this Epistolary Scroll, 
139:09,022[A  ]| Receive the Partner of my inmost Soul:  
139:09,023[A  ]| Him you will$1$ find in$4$ Letters, and in$4$ Laws 
139:09,024[A  ]| Not unexpert, firm to$4$ his Country's Cause, 
139:09,025[A  ]| Warm in$4$ the Glorious Interest You pursue, 
139:09,026[A  ]| And, in$4$ one Word, a Good Man and a True.  
139:10,000@@@@@| 
139:10,000['  ]| <\To Mr%*Harley.\> 
139:10,000['  ]| <\Wounded by Guiscard.  1711.\> 
139:10,000['  ]| <\~~ 7ab 7ipso\> 
139:10,000['  ]| <\7Ducit 7opes 7animumque 7ferro.  Hor%\> 
139:10,000['  ]| <I.> 
139:10,001[A  ]| IN$4$ one great \Now\, Superior to$4$ an Age, 
139:10,002[A  ]| The full Extremes of Nature's Force We find:  
139:10,003[A  ]| How Heavenly Virtue can exalt; or Rage 
139:10,004[A  ]| Infernal, how degrade the Human Mind.  
139:10,000['  ]| <II.> 
139:10,005[A  ]| While the fierce Monk does at his Trial stand; 
139:10,006[A  ]| He chews Revenge, abjuring his Offence:  
139:10,007[A  ]| Guile in$4$ his Tongue, and Murder in$4$ his Hand, 
139:10,008[A  ]| He stabs his Judge, to$9$ prove his Innocence.  
139:10,000['  ]| <III.> 
139:10,009[A  ]| The guilty Stroke and Torture of the Steel 
139:10,010[A  ]| Infixed, our dauntless BRITON scarce perceives:  
139:10,011[A  ]| The Wounds His Country from His Death must feel, 
139:10,012[A  ]| The PATRIOT views; for$4$ those alone He grieves.  
139:10,000['  ]| <IV.> 
139:10,013[A  ]| The barbarous Rage that$6#1$ durst attempt Thy Life, 
139:10,014[A  ]| HARLEY, great Counsellor, extends Thy Fame:  
139:10,015[A  ]| And the sharp Point of cruel GUISCARD's Knife, 
139:10,016[A  ]| In$4$ Brass and Marble carves Thy deathless Name.  
139:10,000['  ]| <V.> 
139:10,017[A  ]| Faithful Assertor of Thy Country's Cause, 
139:10,018[A  ]| BRITAIN with Tears shall bathe Thy glorious Wound:  
139:10,019[A  ]| She for$4$ thy Safety shall enlarge Her Laws; 
139:10,020[A  ]| And in$4$ Her Statutes shall Thy Worth be found.  
139:10,000['  ]| <VI.> 
139:10,021[A  ]| Yet amidst Her Sighs She Triumphs, on$4$ the Hand 
139:10,022[A  ]| Reflecting, that$6#1$ diffused the Public Woe; 
139:10,023[A  ]| A Stranger to$4$ her Altars, and her Land:  
139:10,024[A  ]| No$2$ Son of Hers could meditate this Blow.  
139:10,000['  ]| <VII.> 
139:10,025[A  ]| Meantime Thy Pain is gracious ANNA's Care:  
139:10,026[A  ]| Our Queen, our Saint, with sacrificing Breath 
139:10,027[A  ]| Softens Thy Anguish:  In$4$ Her powerful Prayer 
139:10,028[A  ]| She pleads Thy Service, and forbids Thy Death.  
139:10,000['  ]| <VIII.> 
139:10,029[A  ]| Great as Thou art, Thou canst demand no$2$ more, 
139:10,030[A  ]| O Breast bewailed by$4$ Earth, preserved by$4$ Heaven!  
139:10,031[A  ]| No$2$ higher can aspiring Virtue soar:  
139:10,032[A  ]| Enough to$4$ Thee of Grief, and Fame is given.  
139:11,000@@@@@| 
139:11,000['  ]| <\True Statesmen.\> 
139:11,001[A  ]| TRUE Statesmen only Love or hate 
139:11,002[A  ]| What Lessens them or makes them Great.  
139:11,003[A  ]| With wondrous kindness each ascends 
139:11,004[A  ]| Supported by$4$ his Shouldering Friends 
139:11,005[A  ]| And fleeting Critics sometimes Note 
139:11,006[A  ]| His dirt imprinted on$4$ his Coat.  
139:11,007[A  ]| Some Lords like$4$ Wife and Husband squabble 
139:11,008[A  ]| For$4$ this fine thing or that$6#2$ blue bauble 
139:11,009[A  ]| But soon the present folly ends 
139:11,010[A  ]| And common Interest makes them Friends.  
139:11,011[A  ]| Whilst yet Erinnis rages high 
139:11,012[A  ]| And paper Darts in$4$ Pamphlets fly 
139:11,013[A  ]| He whose hot Head would interpose 
139:11,014[A  ]| Is sure to$9$ have his share of blows 
139:11,015[A  ]| But in$4$ the reconciling Feast 
139:11,016[A  ]| When all the Bustle proves a Jest 
139:11,017[A  ]| Where matters are adjusted fairly 
139:11,018[A  ]| And ~~ sweetly Kisses ~~  
139:11,019[A  ]| The little Agents of the Plot 
139:11,020[A  ]| The understrappers are forgot.  
139:11,021[A  ]| And if the Doctor Uninvited 
139:11,022[A  ]| Afraid to$9$ fancy he was Slighted 
139:11,023[A  ]| Comes in$5$, his Labours he may Spy 
139:11,024[A  ]| Fixed to$4$ the Bottom of a Pie 
139:11,025[A  ]| Or find how those reward his trouble 
139:11,026[A  ]| That$6#1$ light their Pipes with Dear T%*D% 
139:11,027[A  ]| Be not the Bully of the Nation 
139:11,028[A  ]| Nor foam at mouth for$4$ Moderation.  
139:11,029[A  ]| Take not thy Sentiments on$4$ trust 
139:11,030[A  ]| Nor be by$4$ others Notions just.  
139:11,031[A  ]| To$4$ Church and Queen and Laws be hearty 
139:11,032[A  ]| But hate a Trick and scorn a Party 
139:11,033[A  ]| And if Thou ever hast a Voice 
139:11,034[A  ]| Though it be only in$4$ the Choice 
139:11,035[A  ]| Of Vestry Men or Grey Coat Boys 
139:11,036[A  ]| Vote Right though certain to$9$ be blamed 
139:11,037[A  ]| And rather Starve than be ashamed.  
139:11,038[A  ]| This method I should fancy best 
139:11,039[A  ]| You may think otherwise, I rest.  
139:12,000@@@@@| 
139:12,000['  ]| <\A Lover's Anger.\> 
139:12,001[A  ]| AS CLOE came into the room the other Day, 
139:12,002[A  ]| I peevish began; 
139:12,002@a   | Where so$5#1$ long could You stay?  
139:12,003@a   | In$4$ your Lifetime You never regarded your Hour:  
139:12,004@a   | You promised at Two; and (pray look Child) it is Four.  
139:12,005@a   | A Lady's Watch needs neither Figures nor Wheels:  
139:12,006@a   | It is enough, that$3$ it is loaded with Baubles and Seals.  
139:12,007@a   | A Temper so$5#1$ heedless no$2$ Mortal can bear ~~  
139:12,008[A  ]| Thus far I went on$5$ with a resolute Air.  
139:12,009@b   | Lord bless Me!  
139:12,009[A  ]| said She; 
139:12,009@b   | let a Body but speak:  
139:12,010@b   | Here is an ugly hard Rose-Bud fallen into my Neck:  
139:12,011@b   | It has hurt Me, and vexed Me to$4$ such a Degree ~~  
139:12,012@b   | See here; for$3$ You never believe Me; pray see, 
139:12,013@b   | On$4$ the left Side my Breast what a Mark it has made.  
139:12,014[A  ]| So$5#2$ saying, her Bosom She careless displayed.  
139:12,015[A  ]| That$6#2$ Seat of Delight I with Wonder surveyed; 
139:12,016[A  ]| And forgot every Word I designed to$9$ have said.