139:01,000['  ]| <01> 
139:01,000['  ]| <\The Lady's Looking-Glass.\> 
139:01,001[A  ]| CELIA and I the other Day 
139:01,002[A  ]| Walk'd o'er the Sand-Hills to the Sea:  
139:01,003[A  ]| The setting Sun adorn'd the Coast, 
139:01,004[A  ]| His Beams entire, his Fierceness lost:  
139:01,005[A  ]| And, on the Surface of the Deep, 
139:01,006[A  ]| The Winds lay only not asleep:  
139:01,007[A  ]| The Nymph did like 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 She wou'd never miss one Day 
139:01,012[A  ]| A Walk so fine, a Sight so 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 Light'ning flies; the Thunder roars; 
139:01,016[A  ]| The big Waves lash the frighten'd Shoars.  
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'll ne'er again 
139:01,020[A  ]| Approach the Shoar, or view the Main.  
139:01,021[A  ]| Once more at least look back, said I; 
139:01,022[A  ]| Thy*self in That large Glass descry:  
139:01,023[A  ]| When Thou art in good Humour drest; 
139:01,024[A  ]| When gentle Reason rules thy Breast; 
139:01,025[A  ]| The Sun upon the calmest Sea 
139:01,026[A  ]| Appears not half so bright as Thee:  
139:01,027[A  ]| 'Tis then, that with Delight I rove 
139:01,028[A  ]| Upon the boundless Depth of Love:  
139:01,029[A  ]| I bless my Chain; I hand my Oar; 
139:01,030[A  ]| Nor think on all I left on Shoar.  
139:01,031[A  ]| But when vain Doubt, and groundless Fear 
139:01,032[A  ]| Do That Dear Foolish Bosom tear; 
139:01,033[A  ]| When the big Lip, and wat'ry Eye 
139:01,034[A  ]| Tell Me, the rising Storm is nigh:  
139:01,035[A  ]| 'Tis then, Thou art yon' angry Main, 
139:01,036[A  ]| Deform'd by Winds, and dash'd by Rain; 
139:01,037[A  ]| And the poor Sailor, that must try 
139:01,038[A  ]| It's Fury, labours less than I.  
139:01,039[A  ]| Shipwreck'd, in vain to Land I make; 
139:01,040[A  ]| While Love and Fate still drive Me back:  
139:01,041[A  ]| Forc'd to doat on Thee thy own Way,  
139:01,042[A  ]| I chide Thee first, and then obey.  
139:01,043[A  ]| Wretched when from Thee, vex'd when nigh, 
139:01,044[A  ]| I with Thee, or without Thee, die.  
139:02,000['  ]| <02> 
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 distinguish'd Light, 
139:02,002[A  ]| As when Ye hallow'd first this Happy Night:  
139:02,003[A  ]| Again transmit your Friendly Beams to Earth, 
139:02,004[A  ]| As when BRITANNIA joy'd for ANNA's Brith:  
139:02,005[A  ]| And Thou, propitious Star, whose sacred Pow'r 
139:02,006[A  ]| Presided o'er the Monarch's Natal Hour, 
139:02,007[A  ]| Thy Radiant Voyages for*ever run, 
139:02,008[A  ]| Yielding to none but CYNTHIA, and the Sun:  
139:02,009[A  ]| With Thy fair Aspect still illustrate Heav'n:  
139:02,010[A  ]| Kindly preserve what Thou hast greatly giv'n:  
139:02,011[A  ]| Thy Influence for thy ANNA We implore:  
139:02,012[A  ]| Prolong One Life; and BRITAIN asks no more.  
139:02,013[A  ]| For Virtue can no ampler Power express, 
139:02,014[A  ]| Than to be Great in War, and Good in Peace:  
139:02,015[A  ]| For Thought no higher Wish of Bliss can frame, 
139:02,016[A  ]| Than to enjoy that Virtue STILL THE SAME.  
139:02,017[A  ]| Entire and sure the Monarch's Rule must prove, 
139:02,018[A  ]| Who founds Her Greatness on Her Subjects Love; 
139:02,019[A  ]| Who does our Homage for our Good require; 
139:02,020[A  ]| And Orders that which We should first Desire:  
139:02,021[A  ]| Our vanquish'd Wills that pleasing Force obey:  
139:02,022[A  ]| Her Goodness takes our Liberty away:  
139:02,023[A  ]| And haughty BRITAIN yields to 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 War:  
139:02,026[A  ]| Let Him in Thunder speak to both his SPAINS, 
139:02,027[A  ]| That in these Dreadful Isles a Woman Reigns.  
139:02,028[A  ]| While the Bright Queen does on Her Subjects show'r 
139:02,029[A  ]| The gentle Blessings of Her softer Pow'r; 
139:02,030[A  ]| Gives sacred Morals to a vicous Age, 
139:02,031[A  ]| To Temples Zeal, and Manners to the Stage; 
139:02,032[A  ]| Bids the chaste Muse without a Blush appear, 
139:02,033[A  ]| And Wit be that which Heav'n and She may hear.  
139:02,034[A  ]| MINERVA thus to PERSEUS lent Her Shield; 
139:02,035[A  ]| Secure of Conquest, sent Him to the Field:  
139:02,036[A  ]| The Hero acted what the Queen ordain'd:  
139:02,037[A  ]| So was His Fame compleat, and ANDROMEDE unchain'd.  
139:02,038[A  ]| Mean*time amidst Her Native Temples sate 
139:02,039[A  ]| The Goddess, studious of Her GRECIAN's Fate; 
139:02,040[A  ]| Taught 'em in Laws and Letters to excell, 
139:02,041[A  ]| In Acting justly, and in Writing well.  
139:02,042[A  ]| Thus while She did Her various Pow'r dispose, 
139:02,043[A  ]| The World was freed from Tyrants, Wars, and Woes:  
139:02,044[A  ]| Virtue was taught in Verse, and ATHENS' Glory rose.  
139:03,000['  ]| <03> 
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 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 show'd himself sincere and hearty:  
139:03,009[A  ]| For, give That Whipster but his Errand; 
139:03,010[A  ]| He takes my Lord*Chief*Justice' 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 Authentick Truth, 
139:03,016[A  ]| By Age deliver'd down to Youth; 
139:03,017[A  ]| Tell us, mistaken Husband, tell us, 
139:03,018[A  ]| Why so Mysterious, why so 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 does this Treasure keep, 
139:03,022[A  ]| Does She ne'er say her Pray'rs, nor sleep?  
139:03,023[A  ]| Does She to no Excess incline?  
139:03,024[A  ]| Does She fly Musick, Mirth, and Wine?  
139:03,025[A  ]| Or have not God and Flatt'ry Pow'r, 
139:03,026[A  ]| To purchase One unguarded Hour?  
139:03,027[A  ]| Your Care does further yet extend:  
139:03,028[A  ]| That Spy is guarded by 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, soon or late, all Mortals feel?  
139:03,032[A  ]| May He not, with too tender Zeal, 
139:03,033[A  ]| Give the Fair Pris'ner Cause to 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 chain Him to a hated Trust; 
139:03,038[A  ]| Which make Him Wretched, to 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  ]| Easie with Him, ill-us'd by Thee, 
139:03,042[A  ]| Allow this Logic to be good?  
139:03,043[A  ]| Sir, Will your Questions never end?  
139:03,044[A  ]| I trust to neither Spy nor Friend.  
139:03,045[A  ]| In short, I keep Her from the Sight 
139:03,046[A  ]| Of ev'ry Human Face ~~ She'll write.  ~~  
139:03,047[A  ]| From Pen and Paper She's debarr'd.  ~~  
139:03,048[A  ]| Has She a Bodkin and a Card?  
139:03,049[A  ]| She'll prick her Mind.  ~~ She will, You say:  
139:03,050[A  ]| But how shall She That Mind convey?  
139:03,051[A  ]| I keep Her in one Room:  I lock it:  
139:03,052[A  ]| The Key (look here) is in this Pocket.  
139:03,053[A  ]| The Key-hole, is That left?  Most certain.  
139:03,054[A  ]| She'll thrust her Letter thro' ~~ Sir*MARTIN.  
139:03,055[A  ]| Dear angry Friend, what must be done?  
139:03,056[A  ]| Is there no Way?  ~~ There is but One.  
139:03,057[A  ]| Send Her abroad; and let Her see, 
139:03,058[A  ]| That all this mingled Mass, which Shee 
139:03,059[A  ]| Being forbidden longs to 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 be told:  
139:03,066[A  ]| Where the fat Bawd, and lavish Heir 
139:03,067[A  ]| The Spoils of ruin'd Beauty share:  
139:03,068[A  ]| And Youth seduc'd from Friends and Fame, 
139:03,069[A  ]| Must give up Age to Want and Shame.  
139:03,070[A  ]| Let Her behold the Frantick Scene, 
139:03,071[A  ]| The Women wretched, false the Men:  
139:03,072[A  ]| And when, these certain Ills to shun, 
139:03,073[A  ]| She would to 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 Her to the Park and Play:  
139:03,077[A  ]| Put on good Humour; make Her gay:  
139:03,078[A  ]| Be to her Virtues very kind:  
139:03,079[A  ]| Be to her Faults a little blind:  
139:03,080[A  ]| Let all her Ways be unconfin'd:  
139:03,081[A  ]| And clap your PADLOCK ~~ on her Mind.  
139:04,000['  ]| <\Epilogue to Pha*edra.\> 
139:04,000['  ]| <\Spoken by Mrs%*Oldfield, who acted Ismena.\> 
139:04,001[A  ]| LADIES, to*Night your Pity I implore 
139:04,002[A  ]| For One, who never troubled You before:  
139:04,003[A  ]| An OXFORD-MAN, extreamly read in GREEK, 
139:04,004[A  ]| Who from EURIPIDES makes PHA*EDRA speak; 
139:04,005[A  ]| And come to Town, to let Us Moderns know, 
139:04,006[A  ]| How Women lov'd two thousand Years ago.  
139:04,007[A  ]| If that be all, said I, e'en burn your Play:  
139:04,008[A  ]| I' gad!  We know all that, as well as They:  
139:04,009[A  ]| Show Us the youthful, handsome Charioteer, 
139:04,010[A  ]| Firm in his Seat, and running his Career; 
139:04,011[A  ]| Our Souls would kindle with as gen'rous Flames, 
139:04,012[A  ]| As e'er inspir'd the antient GRECIAN Dames:  
139:04,013[A  ]| Ev'ry ISMENA would resign her Breast; 
139:04,014[A  ]| And ev'ry dear HIPPOLYTUS be blest.  
139:04,015[A  ]| But, as it is, Six floucing FLANDERS Mares 
139:04,016[A  ]| Are e'en as good, as any Two of Theirs; 
139:04,017[A  ]| And if HIPPOLYTUS can but contrive 
139:04,018[A  ]| To buy the gilded Chariot; JOHN can drive.  
139:04,019[A  ]| Now of the Bustle You have seen to*Day, 
139:04,020[A  ]| And PHA*EDRA's Morals in this Scholar's Play, 
139:04,021[A  ]| Something at least in Justice should be said:  
139:04,022[A  ]| But this HIPPLYTUS so fills One's Head ~~  
139:04,023[A  ]| Well!  PHA*EDRA liv'd as chastly as She cou'd, 
139:04,024[A  ]| For she was Father JOVE's own Flesh and Blood.  
139:04,025[A  ]| Her aukward Love indeed was odly fated:  
139:04,026[A  ]| She and her PLOY were too near related:  
139:04,027[A  ]| And yet that Scruple had been laid aside, 
139:04,028[A  ]| If honest THESEUS had but fairly dy'd:  
139:04,029[A  ]| But when He came, what needed He to know, 
139:04,030[A  ]| But that all Matters stood in \7status 7quo\?  
139:04,031[A  ]| There was no harm, You see; or grant there were:  
139:04,032[A  ]| She might want Conduct; but He wanted Care.  
139:04,033[A  ]| 'Twas in a Husband little less than rude, 
139:04,034[A  ]| Upon his Wife's Retirement to intrude ~~  
139:04,035[A  ]| He should have sent a Night or two before, 
139:04,036[A  ]| That He would come exact at such an Hour:  
139:04,037[A  ]| Then He had turn'd all Tragedy to Jest;  
139:04,038[A  ]| Found ev'ry*Thing contribute to his Rest; 
139:04,039[A  ]| The \9Picquet\-Friend dismiss'd, the Coast all clear, 
139:04,040[A  ]| And Spouse alone impatient for her Dear.  
139:04,041[A  ]| But if these gay Reflections come too late, 
139:04,042[A  ]| To keep the guilty PHA*EDRA from her Fate; 
139:04,043[A  ]| If your more serious Judgment 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 your Protection take; 
139:04,048[A  ]| And spare poor PHA*EDRA, for ISMENA's sake.  
139:05,000['  ]| <05> 
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 injur'd Canvas, KNELLER, strike 
139:05,002[A  ]| These Lines too faint:  the Picture is not like.  
139:05,003[A  ]| Exalt thy Thought, and try thy Toil again:  
139:05,004[A  ]| Dreadful in Arms, on LANDEN's glorious Plain 
139:05,005[A  ]| Place ORMOND's Duke:  impendent in the Air 
139:05,006[A  ]| Let His keen Sabre, Comet-like, appear, 
139:05,007[A  ]| Where-e'er it points, denouncing Death:  below 
139:05,008[A  ]| Draw routed Squadrons, and the num'rous Foe 
139:05,009[A  ]| Falling beneath, or flying from His Blow:  
139:05,010[A  ]| 'Till weak with Wounds, and cover'd o'er with Blood, 
139:05,011[A  ]| Which from the Patriot's Breast in Torrents flow'd, 
139:05,012[A  ]| He faints:  His Steed no longer hears the Rein; 
139:05,013[A  ]| But stumbles o'er the Heap, His Hand had slain.  
139:05,014[A  ]| And now exhausted, bleeding, pale He lyes; 
139:05,015[A  ]| Lovely, sad Object!  in His half-clos'd 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 approach Him, tho' they see Him fall.  ~~  
139:05,020[A  ]| O KNELLER, could Thy Shades and Lights express 
139:05,021[A  ]| The perfect Hero in that glorious Dress; 
139:05,022[A  ]| Ages to come might ORMOND's Picture know; 
139:05,023[A  ]| And Palms for Thee beneath His Lawrels grow:  
139:05,024[A  ]| In spite of Time Thy Work might ever shine; 
139:05,025[A  ]| Nor HOMER's Colours last so long as Thine.  
139:06,000['  ]| <06> 
139:06,000['  ]| <\The Chameleon.\> 
139:06,001[A  ]| AS the Chameleon, who is known 
139:06,002[A  ]| To have no Colors 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 Blew; 
139:06,005[A  ]| And struts as much in ready Light, 
139:06,006[A  ]| Which Credit gives Him upon Sight; 
139:06,007[A  ]| As if the Rain-bow were in Tail 
139:06,008[A  ]| Settl'd on Him, and his Heirs Male:  
139:06,009[A  ]| So the young 'Squire, when first He comes 
139:06,010[A  ]| From Country Schole, to WILL's or TOM's; 
139:06,011[A  ]| And equally, in Truth, is fit 
139:06,012[A  ]| To be a Statesman, or a Wit; 
139:06,013[A  ]| Without one Notion of his own, 
139:06,014[A  ]| He Santers wildly up 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 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  ]| Smear'd with the Colors, which 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 happly He the Sect pursues, 
139:06,024[A  ]| That read and comment upon News; 
139:06,025[A  ]| He takes up Their mysterious Face; 
139:06,026[A  ]| He drinks his Coffee without Lace.  
139:06,027[A  ]| This Week his mimic-Tongue runs o'er 
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 Fight.  
139:06,031[A  ]| Or if it be his Fate to meet 
139:06,032[A  ]| With Folks who have more Wealth than Wit; 
139:06,033[A  ]| He loves cheap \Port\, and double Bub; 
139:06,034[A  ]| And settles in the \Hum-Drum\ Club.  
139:06,035[A  ]| He learns how Stocks will 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 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 tow'ring Lasses; 
139:06,042[A  ]| Repeats you Verses wrote on Glasses; 
139:06,043[A  ]| Is in the Chair; prescribes the Law; 
139:06,044[A  ]| And Lies with Those he never saw.  
139:07,000['  ]| <07> 
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 perch'd lightly on Her Breast, 
139:07,004[A  ]| And in That Heav'n desir'd to 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 nestl'd in His little Head.  
139:07,008[A  ]| Still lay the God:  The Nymph surpriz'd, 
139:07,009[A  ]| Yet Mistress of her*self, devis'd, 
139:07,010[A  ]| How She the Vagrant might inthral, 
139:07,011[A  ]| And Captive Him, who Captives All.  
139:07,012[A  ]| Her Boddice half way She unlac'd:  
139:07,013[A  ]| About his Arms She slily cast 
139:07,014[A  ]| The silken Bond, and held Him fast.  
139:07,015[A  ]| The God awak'd; and thrice in vain 
139:07,016[A  ]| He strove to break the cruel Chain; 
139:07,017[A  ]| And thrice in vain He shook his Wing, 
139:07,018[A  ]| Incumber'd in the silken String.  
139:07,019[A  ]| Flutt'ring the God, and weeping said, 
139:07,020[A  ]| Pity poor CUPID, generous Maid, 
139:07,021[A  ]| Who happen'd, being Blind, to stray, 
139:07,022[A  ]| And on thy Bosom lost his Way:  
139:07,023[A  ]| Who stray'd, alas!  but knew too well, 
139:07,024[A  ]| He never There must hope to dwell.  
139:07,025[A  ]| Set an unhappy Pris'ner free, 
139:07,026[A  ]| Who ne'er intended Harm to Thee.  
139:07,027[A  ]| To Me pertains not, She replies, 
139:07,028[A  ]| To know or care where CUPID flies; 
139:07,029[A  ]| What are his Haunts, or which his Way; 
139:07,030[A  ]| Where He would dwell, or whither stray:  
139:07,031[A  ]| Yet will I never set Thee free:  
139:07,032[A  ]| For Harm was meant, and Harm to Me.  
139:07,033[A  ]| Vain Fears that vex thy Virgin Heart!  
139:07,034[A  ]| I'll give Thee up my Bow and Dart:  
139:07,035[A  ]| Untangle but this cruel Chain, 
139:07,036[A  ]| And freely let Me fly again.  
139:07,037[A  ]| Agreed:  Secure my Virgin Heart:  
139:07,038[A  ]| Instant give up thy Bow and Dart:  
139:07,039[A  ]| The Chain I'll in Return unty; 
139:07,040[A  ]| 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 his Quiver.  
139:07,043[A  ]| The God disarm'd, e'er since that Day 
139:07,044[A  ]| Passes his Life in harmless Play; 
139:07,045[A  ]| Flies round, or sits upon her Breast, 
139:07,046[A  ]| A little, flutt'ring, idle Guest.  
139:07,047[A  ]| E'er since that Day the beauteous Maid 
139:07,048[A  ]| Governs the World in 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['  ]| <08> 
139:08,000['  ]| <\Cloe Hunting.\> 
139:08,001[A  ]| BEHIND her Neck her comely Tresses ty'd, 
139:08,002[A  ]| Her Iv'ry Quiver graceful by her Side, 
139:08,003[A  ]| A-Hunting CLOE went:  She lost her Way, 
139:08,004[A  ]| And thro' the Woods uncertain chanc'd to stray.  
139:08,005[A  ]| APOLLO passing by beheld the Maid; 
139:08,006[A  ]| And, Sister Dear, bright CYNTHIA turn, He said:  
139:08,007[A  ]| The hunted Hind lyes close in yonder Brake.  
139:08,008[A  ]| Loud CUPID laugh'd, to see the God's Mistake; 
139:08,009[A  ]| And laughing cry'd, Learn better, great Divine, 
139:08,010[A  ]| To know Thy Kindred, and to honour Mine.  
139:08,011[A  ]| Rightly advis'd, far hence Thy Sister seek, 
139:08,012[A  ]| Or on MEANDER's Bank, or LATMUS' Peak.  
139:08,013[A  ]| But in Thy Nymph, My Friend, My Sister know:  
139:08,014[A  ]| She draws My Arrows, and She bends My Bow:  
139:08,015[A  ]| Fair THAMES She haunts, and ev'ry neighb'ring Grove 
139:08,016[A  ]| Sacred to soft Recess, and gentle Love.  
139:08,017[A  ]| Go, with Thy CYNTHIA, hurl the pointed Spear 
139:08,018[A  ]| At the rough Boar; or chace the flying Deer:  
139:08,019[A  ]| I and My CLOE take a nobler Aim:  
139:08,020[A  ]| At human Hearts We fling, nor ever miss the Game.  
139:09,000['  ]| <09> 
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, how e'er it comes into his Head, 
139:09,002[A  ]| Believes, as firmly as He does his Creed, 
139:09,003[A  ]| That You and I, SIR, are extremely great; 
139:09,004[A  ]| Tho' I play MAT, YOU \Minister*of*State\.  
139:09,005[A  ]| One Word from Me, without all doubt, He says, 
139:09,006[A  ]| Wou'd fix his Fortune in some little Place.  
139:09,007[A  ]| Thus better than My*self, 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 his dear Mistake.  
139:09,011[A  ]| From this wild Fancy, SIR, there may proceed 
139:09,012[A  ]| One wilder yet, which I foresee, and dread; 
139:09,013[A  ]| That I, in Fact, a real Interest have, 
139:09,014[A  ]| Which to my own Advantage I wou'd save, 
139:09,015[A  ]| And, with the usual Courtier's Trick, intend 
139:09,016[A  ]| To serve My*self, forgetful of my Friend.  
139:09,017[A  ]| To shun this Censure, I all Shame lay by; 
139:09,018[A  ]| And make my Reason with his Will comply; 
139:09,019[A  ]| Hoping, for my Excuse, 'twill be confest, 
139:09,020[A  ]| That of two Evils I have chose the least.  
139:09,021[A  ]| So, SIR, with this Epistolary Scroll, 
139:09,022[A  ]| Receive the Partner of my inmost Soul:  
139:09,023[A  ]| Him you will find in Letters, and in Laws 
139:09,024[A  ]| Not unexpert, firm to his Country's Cause, 
139:09,025[A  ]| Warm in the Glorious Interest You pursue, 
139:09,026[A  ]| And, in one Word, a Good Man and a True.  
139:10,000['  ]| <10> 
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 one great \Now\, Superior to an Age, 
139:10,002[A  ]| The full Extremes of Nature's Force We find:  
139:10,003[A  ]| How Heav'nly 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 Mond does at his Tryal stand; 
139:10,006[A  ]| He chews Revenge, abjuring his Offence:  
139:10,007[A  ]| Guile in his Tongue, and Murther in his Hand, 
139:10,008[A  ]| He stabs his Judge, to prove his Innocence.  
139:10,000['  ]| <III.> 
139:10,009[A  ]| The guilty Stroke and Torture of the Steel 
139:10,010[A  ]| Infix'd, our dauntless BRITON scarce perceives:  
139:10,011[A  ]| The Wounds His Countrey from His Death must feel, 
139:10,012[A  ]| The PATRIOT views; for those alone He grieves.  
139:10,000['  ]| <IV.> 
139:10,013[A  ]| The barb'rous Rage that 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 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 bath Thy glorious Wound:  
139:10,019[A  ]| She for thy Safety shall enlarge Her Laws; 
139:10,020[A  ]| And in Her Statutes shall Thy Worth be found.  
139:10,000['  ]| <VI.> 
139:10,021[A  ]| Yet 'midst Her Sighs She Triumphs, on the Hand 
139:10,022[A  ]| Reflecting, that diffus'd the PublickWoe; 
139:10,023[A  ]| A Stranger to her Altars, and her Land:  
139:10,024[A  ]| No Son of Her's could meditate this Blow.  
139:10,000['  ]| <VII.> 
139:10,025[A  ]| Mean*Time 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 Her pow'rful Pray'r 
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 more, 
139:10,030[A  ]| O Breast bewail'd by Earth, preserv'd by Heav'n!  
139:10,031[A  ]| No higher can aspiring Virtue soar:  
139:10,032[A  ]| Enough to Thee of Grief, and Fame is giv'n.  
139:11,000['  ]| <11> 
139:11,000['  ]| <\True Statesmen.\> 
139:11,001[A  ]| TRUE Statesmen only Love or hate 
139:11,002[A  ]| What Lessens 'em or makes 'em Great.  
139:11,003[A  ]| With wondrous kindness each ascends 
139:11,004[A  ]| Supported by his Should'ring Friends 
139:11,005[A  ]| And fleeting Criticks sometimes Note 
139:11,006[A  ]| His dirt imprinted on his Coat.  
139:11,007[A  ]| Some Lords like Wife and Husband squabble 
139:11,008[A  ]| For this fine thing or that blew bauble 
139:11,009[A  ]| But soon the present folly ends 
139:11,010[A  ]| And common Int'rest makes 'em Friends.  
139:11,011[A  ]| Whilst yet Erinnis rages high 
139:11,012[A  ]| And paper Darts in Pamphlets fly 
139:11,013[A  ]| He whose hot Head wou'd interpose 
139:11,014[A  ]| Is sure to have his share of blows 
139:11,015[A  ]| But in 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 Plott 
139:11,020[A  ]| The understrappers are forgot.  
139:11,021[A  ]| And if the Doctor Uninvited 
139:11,022[A  ]| Afraid to fancy he was Slighted 
139:11,023[A  ]| Comes in, his Labours he may Spy 
139:11,024[A  ]| Fixt to the Bottom of a Pye 
139:11,025[A  ]| Or find how those reward his trouble 
139:11,026[A  ]| That 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 Moderation.  
139:11,029[A  ]| Take not thy Sentiments on trust 
139:11,030[A  ]| Nor be by others Notions just.  
139:11,031[A  ]| To 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  ]| Tho^ it be only in the Choice 
139:11,035[A  ]| Of Vestry Men or Grey Coat Boys 
139:11,036[A  ]| Vote Right tho^ certain to be blam'd 
139:11,037[A  ]| And rather Starve than be asham'd.  
139:11,038[A  ]| This method I shou'd fancy best 
139:11,039[A  ]| You may think otherwise, I rest.  
139:12,000['  ]| <12> 
139:12,000['  ]| <\A Lover's Anger.\> 
139:12,001[A  ]| AS CLOE came into the room t'other Day, 
139:12,002[A  ]| I peevish began; Where so long cou'd You stay?  
139:12,003[A  ]| In your Life-time You never regarded your Hour:  
139:12,004[A  ]| You promis'd at Two; and (pray look Child) 'tis Four.  
139:12,005[A  ]| A Lady's Watch needs neither Figures nor Wheels:  
139:12,006[A  ]| 'Tis enough, that 'tis loaded with Baubles and Seals.  
139:12,007[A  ]| A Temper so heedless no Mortal can bear ~~  
139:12,008[A  ]| Thus far I went on with a resolute Air.  
139:12,009[A  ]| Lord bless Me!  said She; let a Body but speak:  
139:12,010[A  ]| Here's an ugly hard Rose-Bud fall'n into my Neck:  
139:12,011[A  ]| It has hurt Me, and vext Me to such a Degree ~~  
139:12,012[A  ]| See here; for You never believe Me; pray see, 
139:12,013[A  ]| On the left Side my Breast what a Mark it has made.  
139:12,014[A  ]| So saying, her Bosom She careless display'd.  
139:12,015[A  ]| That Seat of Delight I with Wonder survey'd; 
139:12,016[A  ]| And forgot ev'ry Word I design'd to have said.