192:00,000@@@@@| 192:00,000[' ]| 192:01,000[' ]| 192:01,001[A ]| As when the famed artificer of Greece 192:01,002[A ]| With wondrous art but ill success 192:01,003[A ]| Contrived his own and captive son's escape 192:01,004[A ]| By wings which he with inspired craft did shape, 192:01,005[A ]| He taught the youth how safely he might glide 192:01,006[A ]| And keep a mean betwixt the sun and tide, 192:01,007[A ]| So you, learned friend, with equal art 192:01,008[A ]| To me the wings of poesy impart: 192:01,009[A ]| Before me through the spacious sphere 192:01,010[A ]| A steady course you steer; 192:01,011[A ]| There you securely wonders act 192:01,012[A ]| And the eyes of all attract, 192:01,013[A ]| Whilst I unfortunate 192:01,014[A ]| Like Icarus die but with less glorious fate! 192:01,015[A ]| He soaring fell, I flag below, 192:01,016[A ]| Where with damp wings, disabled to pursue, 192:01,017[A ]| I yield me lost, and plunging down 192:01,018[A ]| In deep oblivion drown. 192:02,000@@@@@| 192:02,000[' ]| 192:02,001[A ]| Dispatch and to the myrtle grove convey 192:02,002[A ]| Whatever with the natural palate suits: 192:02,003[A ]| The dairy's store with salads, roots and fruits. 192:02,004[A ]| I mean to play the epicure today! 192:02,005[A ]| Let nought be wanting to complete 192:02,006[A ]| Our bloodless treat; 192:02,007[A ]| But bloodless let it be, for I've decreed 192:02,008[A ]| The grape alone for this repast shall bleed. 192:02,009[A ]| Sit worthy friends ~~ but ere we feed 192:02,010[A ]| Let Love be expelled the company. 192:02,011[A ]| Let no man's mirth here interrupted be 192:02,012[A ]| With thought of any scornful little she! 192:02,013[A ]| Fall to my friends. Trust me the cheer is good! 192:02,014[A ]| Ah! if our bliss we understood, 192:02,015[A ]| How should we bless the indulgent fates! 192:02,016[A ]| Indulgent fates, that with content have stored 192:02,017[A ]| Our rural board; 192:02,018[A ]| A rarity ne'er found amongst the cates 192:02,019[A ]| Of most voluptuous potentates. 192:03,000@@@@@| 192:03,000[' ]| 192:03,001[A ]| By what wild frenzy was I led 192:03,002[A ]| That with a muse I needs must wed? 192:03,003[A ]| Whose dower consists of popular fame, 192:03,004[A ]| The short possession of a name! 192:03,005[A ]| Yet with what trouble and debate 192:03,006[A ]| The owner holds this poor estate, 192:03,007[A ]| Where after long expense and toil 192:03,008[A ]| He starves on the ungrateful soil. 192:03,009[A ]| The fields and groves which poets feign 192:03,010[A ]| The curious fancy entertain, 192:03,011[A ]| But yields no nourishing grain or fruit 192:03,012[A ]| The craving stomach to recruit. 192:03,013[A ]| With thirsty tongue the rhymer sings 192:03,014[A ]| Of nectar and Olympian springs. 192:03,015[A ]| And such I fear the fairy ground 192:03,016[A ]| Of their Elysium will be found; 192:03,017[A ]| A mere fools' paradise and fit 192:03,018[A ]| For such as will be men of wit. 192:03,019[A ]| Yet fain would I that rhymer know 192:03,020[A ]| That raves not of the shades below, 192:03,021[A ]| Whose verse describes not there each hill, 192:03,022[A ]| Each flowery vale and wandering rill, 192:03,023[A ]| With such precise particular care, 192:03,024[A ]| As he had been a native there; 192:03,025[A ]| When, maugre all his art and pains, 192:03,026[A ]| What are his gay Elysian plains 192:03,027[A ]| But an imaginary cheat, 192:03,028[A ]| Utopias formed in the wild conceit, 192:03,029[A ]| When with poetic calenture 192:03,030[A ]| 'Tis seized, and death alone can cure. 192:04,000@@@@@| 192:04,000[' ]| 192:04,001[A ]| How well these frozen floods now represent 192:04,002[A ]| Those crystal waters of the firmament. 192:04,003[A ]| Though hurricanes should rage, they could not now 192:04,004[A ]| So much as curl the solid water's brow; 192:04,005[A ]| Proud fleets, whose stubborn cables scarce withstood 192:04,006[A ]| The impetuous shock of the unstable flood, 192:04,007[A ]| In watery ligaments are restrained 192:04,008[A ]| More strict than when in binding ooze detained. 192:04,009[A ]| But though their services at present fail, 192:04,010[A ]| Our selves without the aid of tide or gale 192:04,011[A ]| On keels of polished steel securely sail. 192:04,012[A ]| From every creek to every point we rove 192:04,013[A ]| And in our lawless passage swifter move 192:04,014[A ]| Than fish beneath us or than fowl above. 192:05,000@@@@@| 192:05,000[' ]| 192:05,001[A ]| Dull mortals, with the same preposterous breath 192:05,002[A ]| We bless Love's darts and curse the shafts of death. 192:05,003[A ]| The author of our ills a god we style 192:05,004[A ]| But the redresser of those wrongs revile. 192:05,005[A ]| Yet, gentle death, though rudely treated, still 192:05,006[A ]| Persists in generous charity to kill 192:05,007[A ]| And cure the ingrateful even against their will! 192:05,008[A ]| Ah, should he once in just resentment give 192:05,009[A ]| Our wishes and permit us ever live, 192:05,010[A ]| What should age do when soul and body jar 192:05,011[A ]| And loath each other like an ill-wed pair? 192:05,012[A ]| Can envious fiends a penalty invent 192:05,013[A ]| That shall than loathed embraces more torment? 192:05,014[A ]| But friendly death absolves us from this curse 192:05,015[A ]| And, when the parties clash, makes a divorce. 192:06,000@@@@@| 192:06,000[' ]| 192:06,001[A ]| From Aurora's spicy bed 192:06,002[A ]| Phoebus rears his sacred head, 192:06,003[A ]| His coursers advancing, 192:06,004[A ]| Curvetting and prancing. 192:06,005[A ]| Phoebus strives in vain to tame 'em 192:06,006[A ]| With ambrosia fed too high. 192:06,007[A ]| Phoebus ought not now to blame 'em, 192:06,008[A ]| Wild and eager to survey 192:06,009[A ]| The fairest pageant of the sea. 192:06,010[A ]| Tritons and Nereids come pay your devotion 192:06,011[A ]| To the new rising star of the ocean. 192:06,012[A ]| Look down ye orbs and see 192:06,013[A ]| A new divinity 192:06,014[A ]| Whose lustre does outshine 192:06,015[A ]| Your fainter beams and half eclipses mine. 192:06,016[A ]| Give Phoebus leave to prophesy, 192:06,017[A ]| Phoebus that all events can see. 192:06,018[A ]| Ten thousand, thousand harms 192:06,019[A ]| From such prevailing charms 192:06,020[A ]| To gods and men must instantly ensue. 192:06,021[A ]| And if the deities above 192:06,022[A ]| Are victims of the powers of love, 192:06,023[A ]| What must wretched mortals do? 192:06,024[A ]| Fear not Phoebus, fear not me, 192:06,025[A ]| A harmless deity. 192:06,026[A ]| These are my guards ye view. 192:06,027[A ]| What can these blind archers do? 192:06,028[A ]| Blind they are, but strike the heart. 192:06,029[A ]| What Phoebus says is always true: 192:06,030[A ]| They wound indeed but 'tis a pleasing smart. 192:06,031[A ]| Earth and skies address their duty 192:06,032[A ]| To the sovereign queen of beauty, 192:06,033[A ]| All resigning 192:06,034[A ]| None repining 192:06,035[A ]| At her undisputed sway. 192:06,036[A ]| To Phoebus and Venus our homage we'll pay: 192:06,037[A ]| Her charms bless the night as his beams blest the day. 192:06,038[A ]| See the spring in all her glory 192:06,039[A ]| Welcomes Venus to the shore. 192:06,040[A ]| Smiling hours are now before you, 192:06,041[A ]| Hours that may return no more. 192:06,042[A ]| Our youth and form declare 192:06,043[A ]| For what we were designed. 192:06,044[A ]| 'Twas nature made us fair 192:06,045[A ]| And you must make us kind. 192:06,046[A ]| He that fails of addressing, 192:06,047[A ]| 'Tis but just he should fail of possessing. 192:06,048[A ]| Jolly shepherds come away 192:06,049[A ]| To celebrate this genial day, 192:06,050[A ]| And take the friendly hours you vow to pay. 192:06,051[A ]| Now make trial 192:06,052[A ]| And take no denial, 192:06,053[A ]| Now carry your game ~~ or forever give o'er. 192:06,054[A ]| Let us love and happy live, 192:06,055[A ]| Possess those smiling hours, 192:06,056[A ]| The more auspicious powers 192:06,057[A ]| And gentle planets give. 192:06,058[A ]| Prepare those soft returns to meet 192:06,059[A ]| That makes love's torments sweet. 192:06,060[A ]| Tell, tell me, prithee Dolly, 192:06,061[A ]| And leave thy melancholy, 192:06,062[A ]| Why on the plains the nymphs and swains 192:06,063[A ]| This morning are so jolly? 192:06,064[A ]| By zephyr's gentle blowing 192:06,065[A ]| And Venus graces flowing. 192:06,066[A ]| The sun has been to court our queen 192:06,067[A ]| And tired the spring with wooing. 192:06,068[A ]| The sun does gild our bowers, 192:06,069[A ]| The spring does yield us flowers: 192:06,070[A ]| She send the vine, 192:06,071[A ]| He makes the wine, 192:06,072[A ]| To charm our happy hours. 192:06,073[A ]| She gives our flocks their feeding, 192:06,074[A ]| He makes them fit for breeding. 192:06,075[A ]| She decks the plain 192:06,076[A ]| He fills the grain, 192:06,077[A ]| And makes it worth the weeding. 192:06,078[A ]| But the jolly nymph Thetis that long his love sought 192:06,079[A ]| Has flustered him now with a large morning's draught. 192:06,080[A ]| Let's go and divert him whilst he is mellow: 192:06,081[A ]| You know in his cups he's a hot-headed fellow. 192:07,000@@@@@| 192:07,000[' ]| 192:07,001[A ]| All that we know the angels do above, 192:07,002[A ]| I've read, is that they sing and that they love. 192:07,003[A ]| The vocal part we have tonight performed, 192:07,004[A ]| And if by love our hearts not yet are warmed, 192:07,005[A ]| Great providence has still more bounteous been 192:07,006[A ]| To save us from those grand deceivers, men. 192:07,007[A ]| Here blessed with innocence and peace of mind, 192:07,008[A ]| Not only bred to virtue but inclined, 192:07,009[A ]| We flourish and defy all human kind. 192:07,010[A ]| Art's curious garden thus we learn to know, 192:07,011[A ]| And here secure from nipping blasts we grow. 192:07,012[A ]| Let the vain fop range o'er yon vile, lewd town, 192:07,013[A ]| Learn play-house wit and vow 'tis all his own; 192:07,014[A ]| Let him cock, huff, strut, ogle, lie and swear, 192:07,015[A ]| How he's admired by such and such a player: 192:07,016[A ]| All's one to us, his charms have here no power; 192:07,017[A ]| Our hearts have just the temper as before. 192:07,018[A ]| Besides, to show we live with strictest rules, 192:07,019[A ]| Our nunnery door is charmed to shut out fools. 192:07,020[A ]| No love toy here can pass to private view, 192:07,021[A ]| Nor china orange crammed with billet-doux. 192:07,022[A ]| Rome may allow strange tricks to please her sons, 192:07,023[A ]| But we are protestants and English nuns. 192:07,024[A ]| Like nimble fawns and birds that bless the spring, 192:07,025[A ]| Unscared by turning times we dance and sing. 192:07,026[A ]| We hope to please, but if some critic here 192:07,027[A ]| Fond of his wit designs to be severe, 192:07,028[A ]| Let not his patience be worn out too soon 192:07,029[A ]| And in few years we shall be all in tune. 192:08,000@@@@@| 192:08,000[' ]| 192:08,000[A ]| 192:08,000[A ]| 192:08,001[A ]| Malignant humour, poison to my blood! 192:08,002[A ]| Bane of those active spirits that glide 192:08,003[A ]| And sport within the circling tide, 192:08,004[A ]| As fish expire in an infected flood. 192:08,005[A ]| When all the horizon of my soul is clear, 192:08,006[A ]| And I suspect no change of weather near, 192:08,007[A ]| Straight like a sudden storm I find 192:08,008[A ]| Thy black fumes gathering in my mind, 192:08,009[A ]| Transforming all Egyptian darkness there, 192:08,010[A ]| Darkness where nought occurs to sight 192:08,011[A ]| But flashes more amazing than the night 192:08,012[A ]| And fiery spectres gliding through the troubled air. 192:08,013[A ]| Sleep that in other maladies brings ease, 192:08,014[A ]| Feeds and enrages this disease; 192:08,015[A ]| For when my weary lids I close 192:08,016[A ]| And slumber, 'tis without repose. 192:08,017[A ]| This fury still into my dreams will creep 192:08,018[A ]| To hag my timorous fancy while I sleep. 192:08,019[A ]| Through charnel houses then I'm led, 192:08,020[A ]| Those gloomy mansions of the dead, 192:08,021[A ]| Where pensive ghosts by their loved relics stay 192:08,022[A ]| And curse the approaching day. 192:08,023[A ]| By merciless foes pursued and tane, 192:08,024[A ]| Oft ship-wrecked on the main, 192:08,025[A ]| Beneath the floods I seem to dive; 192:08,026[A ]| Oft in wild Sarra's desert forced to engage 192:08,027[A ]| Some savage monster's rage; 192:08,028[A ]| Oft, Typhon-like, beneath a mountain's weight I strive. 192:08,029[A ]| Might I the book of fate peruse 192:08,030[A ]| To read the lot for me designed 192:08,031[A ]| I should, perhaps, auspicious find 192:08,032[A ]| Those planets I accuse. 192:08,033[A ]| But whilst for information I 192:08,034[A ]| Consul the false astrology 192:08,035[A ]| Of melancholy fear, 192:08,036[A ]| Dark and o'ercast my future days appear. 192:08,037[A ]| All possible misfortunes while I dread, 192:08,038[A ]| I draw all possible misfortunes on my head. 192:08,039[A ]| Whilst this solicitous fear of future ill 192:08,040[A ]| My credulous thought employs, 192:08,041[A ]| Though false its augury yet it destroys 192:08,042[A ]| My present rest, and still 192:08,043[A ]| Diverts me from pursuit of certain joys 192:08,044[A ]| Who seeks for happiness with nicest care 192:08,045[A ]| Must watch its seasons and frequent its haunt. 192:08,046[A ]| Delight is a rich tender plant 192:08,047[A ]| That springs not in all soils and all the year. 192:08,048[A ]| 'Tis like the manna which in plenty lay, 192:08,049[A ]| If early sought around 192:08,050[A ]| Each Hebrew's tent but, if till heat of day 192:08,051[A ]| Their search they did delay, 192:08,052[A ]| The ambrosial food was no where to be found. 192:09,000@@@@@| 192:09,000[A ]| 192:09,001[A ]| Certes, of all well-meaning fools, thy fate 192:09,003[A ]| Hadst thou, Domitian-like, in catching flies 192:09,004[A ]| Employed thy privacy, thou'dst passed for wise. 192:09,005[A ]| For what should hinder thee, but thou mayst catch 192:09,006[A ]| As fast as he, and be the emperor's match. 192:09,007[A ]| But whilst thy solitary hours are spent 192:09,008[A ]| In scribbling tedious systems to prevent 192:09,009[A ]| The world's mistakes, its follies to reform, 192:09,010[A ]| Thou mayst as well pretend to lay a storm. 192:09,011[A ]| Go, cut the Caspian lake a road to the ocean, 192:09,012[A ]| Contrive an engine with perpetual motion, 192:09,013[A ]| Make Machiavellians of the Red-Bull rout, 192:09,014[A ]| Jilts constant, brokers honest, bawds devout. 192:09,015[A ]| If these adventures seem unfeasible, 192:09,016[A ]| At least enough to pose Don Sidrophel, 192:09,017[A ]| Then think how franticly thou didst devise 192:09,018[A ]| To make this hair-brained world grow staid and wise. 192:09,019[A ]| In youth and prime when likest to improve 192:09,020[A ]| No precepts this besotted world could move; 192:09,021[A ]| And wilt thou at these years begin to school 192:09,022[A ]| (Dull moralist) the crazy doting fool? 192:09,023[A ]| Go, dreaming stoic, once again retire; 192:09,024[A ]| And, since thou art ambitious to acquire 192:09,025[A ]| Repute for judgement, set thy works on fire. 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| <1677 book. Would you like more of the Frascatorius translation, or > 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:10,000@@@@@| 192:10,000[' ]| 192:10,001[A ]| Thy picture drawn, foul beldame! Thine? 192:10,002[A ]| What frenzy haunts thy mind, 192:10,003[A ]| And drives thee on this vile design 192:10,004[A ]| To affront all womankind? 192:10,005[A ]| For, whilst thy swarthy, cankered face 192:10,006[A ]| Posterity shall view, 192:10,007[A ]| They'll loathe the fairest of the race 192:10,008[A ]| For sharing sex with you. 192:10,009[A ]| To some forlorn church-yard repair 192:10,010[A ]| And haggard thou shalt see 192:10,011[A ]| The sternest goblin will not dare 192:10,012[A ]| To stand the sight of thee. 192:10,013[A ]| Those ghosts that strike with panic-fear 192:10,014[A ]| The breasts of stoutest braves, 192:10,015[A ]| At thy approach will disappear 192:10,016[A ]| And burrow in their graves. 192:10,017[A ]| Fix thy effigies on the shield 192:10,018[A ]| Of some bold knight in arms, 192:10,019[A ]| 'Twill aid him more to win the field 192:10,020[A ]| Than all his lady's charms. 192:10,021[A ]| Don Perseus with his Gorgon's face 192:10,022[A ]| That combatant would flee; 192:10,023[A ]| For hag Medusa (no disgrace) 192:10,024[A ]| A beauty were to thee. 192:11,000@@@@@| 192:11,000[' ]| 192:11,001[A ]| Reclaim, rash friend, your wild resolves to engage 192:11,002[A ]| A captious and ill-natured age. 192:11,003[A ]| 'Tis not enough the verse you write be good, 192:11,004[A ]| To take it must be understood; 192:11,005[A ]| And to instruct the world, where you excell, 192:11,006[A ]| Is harder much than writing well. 192:11,007[A ]| Th'are different tasks, to write well and to please, 192:11,008[A ]| The last ~~ alas ~~ a work of ease. 192:11,009[A ]| Whilst Midas umpire sits, let none admire 192:11,010[A ]| Pan's pipe preferred to Phoebus lyre, 192:11,011[A ]| The gaudiest painting takes the vulgar sight, 192:11,012[A ]| Whilst artful pieces less delight. 192:11,013[A ]| In vain is nature represented well: 192:11,014[A ]| If it be no gay 'twill never sell. 192:11,015[A ]| Hark in your ear ('Tis a strange mystery, 192:11,016[A ]| But a grand truth), if popular you'd be, 192:11,017[A ]| Faith spare your pains and write extempore. 192:12,000@@@@@| 192:12,000[' ]| 192:12,001[A ]| An ignorant am I 192:12,002[A ]| And glory in the name. 192:12,003[A ]| I wot not what of yore 192:12,004[A ]| Rash furiosos did, 192:12,005[A ]| Nor what the dreaming sages said. 192:12,006[A ]| I cannot run a list of old Rome's triumphs o'er. 192:12,007[A ]| 'Twas knowledge first to ruin led us on; 192:12,008[A ]| For with this mortal itch possessed 192:12,009[A ]| The happy pair transgressed: 192:12,010[A ]| Needs must they know, they knew and were undone! 192:12,011[A ]| And to this hour our misery's sole relief 192:12,012[A ]| Consists in ignorance of our grief! 192:12,013[A ]| Then plodding mortal cease 192:12,014[A ]| To boast your dear bought faculties; 192:12,015[A ]| For since with knowledge sorrow must increase, 192:12,016[A ]| Let such as on those terms can science prize 192:12,017[A ]| Improve in science; but for me, 192:12,018[A ]| So I may ignorant and happy be 192:12,019[A ]| I'll ne'er repine or look with envious eyes 192:12,020[A ]| On the unhappy learned and miserable wise. 192:12,000[A ]| 192:13,000@@@@@| 192:13,000[' ]| 192:13,001[A ]| Appear my Kib-welkin, dear spirit appear 192:13,002[A ]| In the shape 192:13,003[A ]| Of an ape, 192:13,004[A ]| A fire-spitting dragon, or clump-footed bear. 192:13,005[A ]| Madge has whooped me twice from her ivy-bound oak, 192:13,006[A ]| And twice have I heard the dull night-raven croak. 192:13,007[A ]| Let me stride thee my welkin and post it away 192:13,008[A ]| Ere the moon 192:13,009[A ]| Reach her noon 192:13,010[A ]| For the night is the wayward sister's day. 192:13,011[A ]| Through the air let us take our fantastical round, 192:13,012[A ]| And sip of the dew 192:13,013[A ]| While 'tis new, 192:13,014[A ]| Ere the honey-drops fall to the ground. 192:13,015[A ]| But, when we are mounted and in our career, 192:13,016[A ]| Make neither halt nor stay, 192:13,017[A ]| And to none give the way, 192:13,018[A ]| Though Hecate her self should be rounding the air. 192:13,019[A ]| For once I'll encounter 192:13,020[A ]| And try to dismount her, 192:13,021[A ]| Pitch her heels over head 192:13,022[A ]| To some quagmire below and reign queen in her stead. 192:13,023[A ]| Bustle, bustle my Kib, and be sure ere we part 192:13,024[A ]| Thou shall suck at the dug that is next to my heart. 192:14,000@@@@@| 192:14,000[' ]| 192:14,001[A ]| Precisely I remember all, 'twas night, 192:14,002[A ]| Calm sky, and the full moon shone bright, 192:14,003[A ]| When first you swore that bleating flocks should feed 192:14,004[A ]| With wolves, nor other keepers need; 192:14,005[A ]| That boisterous winds, hushed in eternal sleep, 192:14,006[A ]| Should cease to revel on the deep; 192:14,007[A ]| You vowed that these, and prodigies more strange 192:14,008[A ]| Should fall ere your fixed heart could change. 192:14,009[A ]| Yet (woman like) to your new favourite now 192:14,010[A ]| Unswear as oft as you did vow! 192:14,011[A ]| Ah, if I could (and sure if half a man, 192:14,012[A ]| Or somewhat less than half, I can) 192:14,013[A ]| Could I in just resentment quit your chain 192:14,014[A ]| And with more caution choose again, 192:14,015[A ]| Nymph, you'd reprent my wrongs, when flying fame 192:14,016[A ]| Should publish to your grief and shame 192:14,017[A ]| How your wronged swain had found a nymph more true, 192:14,018[A ]| And equal in her charms to you. 192:14,019[A ]| But treacherous rival, you that reap my toils 192:14,020[A ]| And pride your self in my stolen spoils, 192:14,021[A ]| Should fates and stars adopt you for their own, 192:14,022[A ]| And shower their richest blessings down, 192:14,023[A ]| Nought should secure you from the sure presage 192:14,024[A ]| Of an offended poet's rage. 192:14,025[A ]| The time shall come (and to enhance your fear, 192:14,026[A ]| Know, wretch, that fatal time is near) 192:14,027[A ]| When you shall perish by the inconstancy 192:14,028[A ]| Of her that firtst learned breach of faith from thee, 192:14,029[A ]| Whilst from the safe shore your sad wreck I see. 192:15,000@@@@@| 192:15,000[' ]| 192:15,001[A ]| To his four-footed subjects through the nation 192:15,002[A ]| The king of brutes thus issues proclamation: 192:15,003[A ]| Being well informed we have incurred disgrace 192:15,004[A ]| By harbouring in our realm a scandalous race, 192:15,005[A ]| A sect that have no tails, these presents are 192:15,006[A ]| To enjoin such miscreants, all and singular, 192:15,007[A ]| Straight to depart our land, or on demur, 192:15,008[A ]| Our law's grand-treason penalties incur. 192:15,009[A ]| Sly Reynard straight sifts out this state design, 192:15,010[A ]| Turns goods and chattels all to ready coin. 192:15,011[A ]| The unprojecting neighbourhood admire, 192:15,012[A ]| And flock the occasion of his march to enquire. 192:15,013[A ]| Where mongst the rest the ceremonious ape 192:15,014[A ]| Accosts him with grimace and formal scrape. 192:15,015[A ]| Bon jour monsieur, you pass for a prime wit 192:15,016[A ]| But in this project give small proof of it. 192:15,017[A ]| We of the cur-tailed tribe by express command 192:15,018[A ]| Of our great cham prepare to quit the land; 192:15,019[A ]| But why sir should you budge, whose posterns bear 192:15,020[A ]| A swashing train well furred to guard your rear? 192:15,021[A ]| Had nature lent me but an inch of dock, 192:15,022[A ]| A tuft to shade or scut to grace my nock, 192:15,023[A ]| I should presume I had no obligation 192:15,024[A ]| From the late act to take this peregrination. 192:15,025[A ]| To this the fox ~~ You've spoke an oracle: 192:15,026[A ]| Doubtless your gravity reads Machiavill. 192:15,027[A ]| I must confess I've no pretence to rail, 192:15,028[A ]| Or curse my stars for stinting me in tail; 192:15,029[A ]| But, grant my train might with a comet's measure, 192:15,030[A ]| Suppose withal that 'twere his highness' pleasure 192:15,031[A ]| To say I've none, which, if he once assert, 192:15,032[A ]| Ne'er doubt but he has sycophants will swear it. 192:15,033[A ]| Thus charged, should I attempt my own defence 192:15,034[A ]| (To give his lawless tyranny pretence), 192:15,035[A ]| 'Tis odds but I am docked upon the spot 192:15,036[A ]| And then for want of tail poor Reynard goes to pot. 192:16,000@@@@@| 192:16,000[' ]| 192:16,001[A ]| Come, Coridon, sit by me gentle swain; 192:16,002[A ]| Thy cheek is pale: Speak shepherd, where's thy pain? 192:16,003[A ]| Say, Claius, priest of our great Pan (for you 192:16,004[A ]| Of human science the utmost limits know), 192:16,005[A ]| Is physic's power to the body's use confined? 192:16,006[A ]| Have you no medicine for a troubled mind? 192:16,007[A ]| Yes, for as balsams raging pains appease, 192:16,008[A ]| Sage counsels to distempered souls give ease, 192:16,009[A ]| Even love is no incurable disease. 192:16,010[A ]| Ha, swain, what means that sudden blush and start? 192:16,011[A ]| Have I guessed right and touched the tender part? 192:16,012[A ]| I would conceal it, but have not learned to feign ~~ 192:16,013[A ]| You've guessed, and while you named it, waked my pain. 192:16,014[A ]| To effect the cure we'll take the safest course, 192:16,015[A ]| And trace the malady to its first source: 192:16,016[A ]| Say then what female gins and baits were laid, 192:16,017[A ]| Or was your fond soul by its self betrayed? 192:16,018[A ]| When from severer business I withdrew, 192:16,019[A ]| 'Twixt love and me a fatal friendship grew: 192:16,020[A ]| Such was my ignorance and his craft, my breast 192:16,021[A ]| Admitted the impostor for its guest; 192:16,022[A ]| With my heart's blood our covenant we sealed, 192:16,023[A ]| A solemn contract ne'er to be repealed. 192:16,024[A ]| Then all delights young sorcerers enjoy 192:16,025[A ]| A while did my deluded soul employ, 192:16,026[A ]| Love fed my waking thoughts with glorious themes, 192:16,027[A ]| And blessed my slumbers with transporting dreams. 192:16,028[A ]| When at an awful distance I surveyed 192:16,029[A ]| My nymph, transported to my self I said: 192:16,030[A ]| Ah, charming fair, oh excellence divine, 192:16,031[A ]| Whilst love would whispering answer ~~ swain, she's thine. 192:16,032[A ]| Thus, whilst from far our high-placed hopes appear, 192:16,033[A ]| The gulfs between concealed, we deem them near. 192:16,034[A ]| Yet boldly through all obstacles I pressed. 192:16,035[A ]| Why therefore shepherd are you not possessed? 192:16,036[A ]| Force not the unwilling secret from my breast; 192:16,037[A ]| There let it lurk in sympathising night, 192:16,038[A ]| And never roam from its dark cell to fright. 192:16,039[A ]| Let it suffice that on a barren soil 192:16,040[A ]| I've lost of many years the expense and toil. 192:16,041[A ]| Does the false nymph ~~ 192:16,042[A ]| The wages you so dearly earned refuse? 192:16,043[A ]| My self I cannot, will not her accuse. 192:16,044[A ]| But my relief must from your counsels rise: 192:16,045[A ]| Examine not, good Claius, but advise. 192:16,046[A ]| Bring your best art (for 'twill your best require) 192:16,047[A ]| To unspell my soul from love's tormenting fire. 192:16,048[A ]| Call reason to your aid, you'll put to flight 192:16,049[A ]| The foe not to be quelled by other might. 192:16,050[A ]| Of happiest love's delights sum up the account, 192:16,051[A ]| And learn to what the total will amount; 192:16,052[A ]| Then in the balance love's vexations weigh, 192:16,053[A ]| How certain these, and how uncertain they. 192:16,054[A ]| Sordid his joys and of delight so nice 192:16,055[A ]| That female coyness only gives them price. 192:16,056[A ]| Short-lived the warmest amorist's desires, 192:16,057[A ]| At kindling Hymen's oft love's torch expires. 192:16,058[A ]| There are that from large dowers derive their flame 192:16,059[A ]| And these in full career pursue their game: 192:16,060[A ]| They wreck their wits the golden prize to gain, 192:16,061[A ]| But dream not how that gold is wrought into a chain. 192:16,062[A ]| When late loves false suggestions I obeyed, 192:16,063[A ]| 'Twas in pursuit of happiness I strayed. 192:16,064[A ]| My credulous youth had seen no brighter flame 192:16,065[A ]| And straight concluded that from heaven it came. 192:16,066[A ]| In error's night, love's fire shone bright and gay, 192:16,067[A ]| But at the approach of reason's conquering ray 192:16,068[A ]| The meteor's lost in the full blaze of day. 192:16,069[A ]| Mistake not swain, I would not quench your flame. 192:16,070[A ]| But slip your passion at a nobler game. 192:16,071[A ]| Waive sensual joys, and with a flame refined 192:16,072[A ]| Court those diviner pleasures of the mind. 192:16,073[A ]| To sacred virtue next make your address, 192:16,074[A ]| Confess you've no regard of happiness, 192:16,075[A ]| Or live henceforth of virtue's service proud, 192:16,076[A ]| The brightest beauty and the best endowed. 192:16,077[A ]| She'll guard your youth from passion's baneful rage, 192:16,078[A ]| With peaceful thoughts divert the pains of age. 192:16,079[A ]| But then in largest streams her blessings flow, 192:16,080[A ]| When love grown bankrupt can no more bestow. 192:16,081[A ]| When rigorous death shall check your circling blood 192:16,082[A ]| And life die stifled in the frozen flood, 192:16,083[A ]| Your pensive nymph at large may tell her grief, 192:16,084[A ]| But to your ravished soul give no relief. 192:16,085[A ]| 'Twill lurk a pensive ghost in caves all day, 192:16,086[A ]| And to its relics mid-night visits pay. 192:16,087[A ]| But pious souls, by death are gainers made, 192:16,088[A ]| By virtue to the Elysian fields conveyed. 192:16,089[A ]| There mirth and peace and softest transports reign: 192:16,090[A ]| Delights refined from all allays of pain; 192:16,091[A ]| The grateful soil untilled her harvest yields, 192:16,092[A ]| Unclouded skies and ever-verdant fields. 192:16,093[A ]| There emulation no dissension gives, 192:16,094[A ]| For happy each in others blisses lives. 192:16,095[A ]| No cares of the future their free thoughts employ, 192:16,096[A ]| The business of the place is to enjoy, 192:16,097[A ]| That swain is most industrious held that best 192:16,098[A ]| Improves his bliss, exceeds in joys the rest. 192:16,099[A ]| If love can bless beyond these heights, return 192:16,100[A ]| To drag his chain and in his fever burn. 192:16,101[A ]| Take leave of blissful immortality, 192:16,102[A ]| Chide my impertinent zeal, to set you free, 192:16,103[A ]| And court the frowns of some imperious she. 192:16,104[A ]| Destroy not thus your generous courtesies 192:16,105[A ]| By an unfriendly and unjust surmise. 192:16,106[A ]| Heaven sends me freedom, and to sell the pledge 192:16,107[A ]| Must brand me with the foulest sacrilege. 192:16,108[A ]| 'Gainst love and beauty I'll maintain the fort 192:16,109[A ]| And fix a guard of virtues in my heart. 192:16,110[A ]| If beauty's force too rashly you despise, 192:16,111[A ]| 'Tis odds but you are ruined by surprise. 192:16,112[A ]| Would you live free from female tyranny? 192:16,113[A ]| Ne'er parley with the tempting sex, but fly. 192:16,114[A ]| Their very tears are fuel to desire, 192:16,115[A ]| And with their sighs they'll fan the expiring fire. 192:16,116[A ]| Their mirth and grief, their kindness and disdain, 192:16,117[A ]| Are fatal all, and work poor shepherds pain! 192:16,118[A ]| Nature and art conspire to arm the fair, 192:16,119[A ]| For in the charming, all things charming are, 192:16,120[A ]| Their glances dart, and every curl a snare. 192:17,000@@@@@| 192:17,000[' ]| 192:17,001[A ]| Whilst by his grazing flock a gentle swain, 192:17,002[A ]| His vacant hours to entertain, 192:17,003[A ]| Perused a volume whose each tragic page 192:17,004[A ]| Discoursed of some intrigue of state, 192:17,005[A ]| Of rebel-insolence and rage, 192:17,006[A ]| And some unhappy monarch's fate: 192:17,007[A ]| The youth into these passionate sounds brake forth: 192:17,008[A ]| What virtue of my ancestors 192:17,009[A ]| So much obliged you ye indulgent powers, 192:17,010[A ]| That in these silent shades you gave me birth? 192:17,011[A ]| You might have made me fortune's sport, 192:17,012[A ]| Doomed me to some corrupted court 192:17,013[A ]| Where I this rural bliss had never known! 192:17,014[A ]| My cottage might have been a throne, 192:17,015[A ]| My crook a sceptre, and my wreath a crown: 192:17,016[A ]| Some tyrant-prince I might have been 192:17,017[A ]| (By your indulgence now a peaceful swain) 192:17,018[A ]| My Chloris some proud, cruel queen, 192:17,019[A ]| The tendrest nymph of the Arcadian plain. 192:17,020[A ]| When for these blessings I forget to invoke 192:17,021[A ]| Your powers, neglect to make your altars smoke, 192:17,022[A ]| Then ravished let me be 192:17,023[A ]| From this secure retreat, 192:17,024[A ]| And placed aloft on grandeur's seat 192:17,025[A ]| An open mark to the sure darts of envious destiny. 192:18,000@@@@@| 192:18,000[' ]| 192:18,001[A ]| What cheer my mates? Luff ho! We toil in vain! 192:18,002[A ]| That northern mist forebodes a hurricane. 192:18,003[A ]| See how the expecting ocean raves, 192:18,004[A ]| The billows roar before the fray, 192:18,005[A ]| Untimely night devours the day; 192:18,006[A ]| In the dead eclipse we nought descry 192:18,007[A ]| But lightning's wild caprices in the sky, 192:18,008[A ]| And scaly monsters sparkling through the waves. 192:18,009[A ]| Ply each a hand and furl your sails. 192:18,010[A ]| Port, hard a port ~~ the tackle fails. 192:18,011[A ]| Sound ho! ~~ Five fathom and the most. 192:18,012[A ]| A dangerous shelf! she has struck, and we are lost. 192:18,013[A ]| Speak in the hold ~~ she leaks amain ~~ give o'er. 192:18,014[A ]| The crazy boat can work no more: 192:18,015[A ]| She draws apace and we approach no shore. 192:18,016[A ]| A ring, my mates: let's join a ring and so 192:18,017[A ]| Beneath the deep embracing go. 192:18,018[A ]| Now to new worlds we steer, and quickly shall arrive: 192:18,019[A ]| Our spirits mount as fast as our dull corpses dive. 192:19,000@@@@@| 192:19,000[' ]| 192:19,001[A ]| Ye sages that pretend 192:19,002[A ]| In science to transcend 192:19,003[A ]| The dull illiterate crowd; 192:19,004[A ]| You that of ignorance impeach 192:19,005[A ]| (Ere your pretences be allowed) 192:19,006[A ]| Define that prudence which you teach: 192:19,007[A ]| I fear 'tis much above your learning's reach. 192:19,008[A ]| Prudence has no fixed being, but depends 192:19,009[A ]| On person, time and chance, 192:19,010[A ]| And every petty circumstance: 192:19,011[A ]| Actions directed to the self-same ends, 192:19,012[A ]| May prudent the one, the other peccant be; 192:19,013[A ]| For what would prove discrete in thee 192:19,014[A ]| Perhaps were wild extravagance in me. 192:19,015[A ]| The ants are wise that from their summer hoard 192:19,016[A ]| Supply their winter board; 192:19,017[A ]| And doubtless full as wise as they 192:19,018[A ]| The grasshoppers that play 192:19,019[A ]| And revel all their harvest days away; 192:19,020[A ]| For 'twere in them a senseless drudgery 192:19,021[A ]| To toil for supply 192:19,022[A ]| In winter's dearth that must ere winter die. 192:20,000@@@@@| 192:20,000[' ]| 192:20,001[A ]| When the late tyrannous malady 192:20,002[A ]| With intermitted rage 192:20,003[A ]| Seemed to presage 192:20,004[A ]| Or sudden health or dissolution nigh, 192:20,005[A ]| False world (said I) that stealst my real joys, 192:20,006[A ]| Shuffling in stead thy changeling toys, 192:20,007[A ]| Begone, I'll not be bribed at any rate 192:20,008[A ]| To sell m'approaching fate 192:20,009[A ]| And reassume that toilsome task to live: 192:20,010[A ]| I prize not grandeur, and I know 192:20,011[A ]| (Were I thy favourite as I'm thy foe) 192:20,012[A ]| What I affect thou never canst bestow: 192:20,013[A ]| I'd have content; but that was never thine to give. 192:20,014[A ]| Remove that taper from my sight: 192:20,015[A ]| The impertinent light 192:20,016[A ]| Presents no grateful object to my view. 192:20,017[A ]| Even those fair eyes that planets once appeared 192:20,018[A ]| (The only planets I revered) 192:20,019[A ]| To my dim sight seem now to have lost their lustre too. 192:20,020[A ]| Thus musing as I lay, to my bed side, 192:20,021[A ]| Attired in all his mourning pride, 192:20,022[A ]| The king of terrors came. 192:20,023[A ]| Awful his looks but not deformed and grim: 192:20,024[A ]| He's no such bug-bear as we feign of him; 192:20,025[A ]| Scarce we our selves so civilized and tame! 192:20,026[A ]| Unknown the doom assigned me in this change 192:20,027[A ]| For full crimes and imperfect penitence 192:20,028[A ]| (Though justly I might dread the strict revenge 192:20,029[A ]| Of an enraged omnipotence), 192:20,030[A ]| Yet with my present griefs distressed, 192:20,031[A ]| With curious thoughts of unknown worlds possessed, 192:20,032[A ]| Inflamed with thirst of liberty, 192:20,033[A ]| Long loved, but ne'er enjoyed by me, 192:20,034[A ]| I sued for leave that fatal gulf to pass: 192:20,035[A ]| My vital sand is almost run, 192:20,036[A ]| And Death (said I) will strike anon, 192:20,037[A ]| Then to dull life I bid a long farewell. 192:20,038[A ]| But as the last grains fell, 192:20,039[A ]| Death failed my credulous hopes and turned the glass. 192:21,000@@@@@| 192:21,000[' ]| 192:21,001[A ]| In life's unactive wane your shades forsake 192:21,002[A ]| And into the world a sally make! 192:21,003[A ]| Deluded friend, what surfeit have you tane 192:21,004[A ]| Of bliss that now you long for pain? 192:21,005[A ]| The favourites of the austere world are few, 192:21,006[A ]| Yet they have their disasters too. 192:21,007[A ]| What therefore must your entertainment be 192:21,008[A ]| That have professed hostility? 192:21,009[A ]| You have not known to flatter and caress 192:21,010[A ]| The great for faithless promises; 192:21,011[A ]| When disappointed, thankful to appear 192:21,012[A ]| And say how much obliged you are! 192:21,013[A ]| For lucre you must practise every wile, 192:21,014[A ]| Defraud, and do it with a smile. 192:21,015[A ]| Worldlings with many vices must be fraught 192:21,016[A ]| Which you, my friend, were never taught. 192:21,017[A ]| Well you may roam but soon return distressed, 192:21,018[A ]| Wounded and maimed to your old nest. 192:22,000@@@@@| 192:22,000[' ]| 192:22,001[A ]| Vile infidel, that darst for vice declaim 192:22,002[A ]| And take vain pride to publish thy own shame! 192:22,003[A ]| What can thy patron vice enough confer 192:22,004[A ]| On his officious zealous orator? 192:22,005[A ]| He'll doubtless give his wonted recompence 192:22,006[A ]| And rot the tongue that pleads in his defence. 192:22,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:23,000@@@@@| 192:23,000[' ]| 192:23,001[A ]| In various ways designing mortals move; 192:23,002[A ]| But still the event is in the hands of Jove. 192:23,003[A ]| Men by the poor retail of minutes live, 192:23,004[A ]| And fate but lends the life it seems to give: 192:23,005[A ]| Tenants at will we are to heavenly powers, 192:23,006[A ]| And debtors for the breath we think is ours. 192:23,007[A ]| On life's wide ocean diversly launched out, 192:23,008[A ]| Our minds alike are tossed on waves of doubt; 192:23,009[A ]| Holding no steady course or constant sail, 192:23,010[A ]| But shift and tack with every veering gale. 192:23,011[A ]| Bewitched by fairy hopes, we tug in vain, 192:23,012[A ]| Some flying and enchanted isle to gain; 192:23,013[A ]| Till pitying chance a kind disaster sends, 192:23,014[A ]| And by a lucky wreck the fruitless labour ends. 192:23,015[A ]| Though night by night we find, to our dear cost, 192:23,016[A ]| Our last-spent day, like all the former, lost; 192:23,017[A ]| On the next day's uncertain stock to borrow, 192:23,018[A ]| Till broke with debts on each insolvent morrow. 192:23,019[A ]| Some run on score for weeks or months, and some 192:23,020[A ]| Anticipate for bliss next year to come; 192:23,021[A ]| When darling-favourites, they at ease shall sit 192:23,022[A ]| In fortune's lap, and see their wishes hit, 192:23,023[A ]| Revel in plenty, pleasure, peace and mirth ~~ 192:23,024[A ]| When lo! before the promised season's birth 192:23,025[A ]| The weening mortal dies ~~ or has his breath 192:23,026[A ]| Prolonged by sickness to a living death, 192:23,027[A ]| Or (forced through camps or distant seas to roam) 192:23,028[A ]| Seeks fate abroad, or found by fate at home. 192:23,029[A ]| For human life by nature's law assigned 192:23,030[A ]| One entrance does a thousand outlets find. 192:23,031[A ]| But still the path to each with care beset, 192:23,032[A ]| Molesting griefs in every passage met, 192:23,033[A ]| Whose straggling troops since none can always shun, 192:23,034[A ]| Not to a alarm or on the foe to run 192:23,035[A ]| Is all that by the wisest can be done; 192:23,036[A ]| And dexterously our skill shall be employed, 192:23,037[A ]| Adding no griefs to those we can't avoid. 191:06,000@@@@@| 191:06,000[A ]| 191:06,000[A ]| 191:06,161[A ]| First then, the sun with all his train of stars, 191:06,162[A ]| Amongst our elements raise endless wars; 191:06,163[A ]| And, when the planets from their stations range, 191:06,164[A ]| Our orb is influenced, and feels the change. 191:06,165[A ]| The chiefest instance is the suns retreat: 191:06,166[A ]| No sooner he withdraws his vital heat 191:06,167[A ]| But fruitless fields with snow are covered o'er, 191:06,168[A ]| The pretty fountains run and talk no more. 191:06,169[A ]| Yet, when his chariot to the Crab returns, 191:06,170[A ]| The air, the earth, the very ocean burns. 191:06,171[A ]| The queen of night can boast no less a sway, 191:06,172[A ]| At least all humid things her power obey. 191:06,173[A ]| Malignant Saturn's star as much can claim, 191:06,174[A ]| With friendly Jove's, bright Mars and Venus' flame 191:06,175[A ]| And all the host of lights without a name. 191:06,176[A ]| Our elements beneath their influence lie, 191:06,177[A ]| Slaves to the very rabble of the sky. 191:06,178[A ]| But most when many meet in one abode, 191:06,179[A ]| Or when some planet enters a new road, 191:06,180[A ]| Far distant from the course he used to run, 191:06,181[A ]| Some mighty work of fate is to be done. 191:06,182[A ]| Long tracts of time indeed must first be spent 191:06,183[A ]| Before completion of the vast event; 191:06,184[A ]| But when the revolution once is made, 191:06,185[A ]| What mischiefs earth and sea at once invade! 191:06,186[A ]| Poor mortals then shall all extremes sustain, 191:06,187[A ]| While heaven dissolves in deluges of rain, 191:06,188[A ]| Which from the mountains with impetuous force 191:06,189[A ]| And headlong rage, trees, rocks and towns shall force. 191:06,190[A ]| O'er-swelling Ganges then shall sweep the plain, 191:06,191[A ]| And peaceful Po outroar the stormy main. 191:06,192[A ]| In other parts the springs as low shall lie 191:06,193[A ]| And nymphs with tears exhausted streams supply. 191:06,194[A ]| Where neither drought nor deluges destroy, 191:06,195[A ]| The winds their utmost fury shall employ; 191:06,196[A ]| While hurricanes whole cities shall o'erthrow, 191:06,197[A ]| Or earthquakes gorge them in the depths below. 191:06,198[A ]| Perhaps the season shall arrive (if fate 191:06,199[A ]| And nature once agree upon the date) 191:06,200[A ]| When this most cultivated earth shall be 191:06,201[A ]| Unpeopled quite, or drenched beneath the sea; 191:06,202[A ]| When ev'n the sun another course shall steer, 191:06,203[A ]| And other seasons constitute the year. 191:06,204[A ]| The wondering north shall see the springing vine, 191:06,205[A ]| And Moors admire at snow beneath the line. 191:06,206[A ]| New species then of creatures shall arise: 191:06,207[A ]| A new creation nature's self surprise. 191:06,208[A ]| Then youth shall lend fresh vigour to the earth, 191:06,209[A ]| And give a second breed of giants birth, 191:06,210[A ]| By whom a new assault shall be performed, 191:06,211[A ]| Hills heaped on hills and heaven once more be stormed. 191:06,212[A ]| Since Nature's then so liable to change, 191:06,213[A ]| Why should we think this late contagion strange? 191:06,214[A ]| Or that the planets where such mischiefs grow 191:06,215[A ]| Should shed their poison on the earth below? 191:06,216[A ]| Two hundred rollings years are passed away 191:06,217[A ]| Since Mars and Saturn in conjunction lay 191:06,218[A ]| When through the East an unknown fever raged 191:06,219[A ]| Of strange effects and by no arts assuaged. 191:06,220[A ]| From suffocated lungs with pain they drew 191:06,221[A ]| Their breath, and blood for spittle did ensue. 191:06,222[A ]| Four days the wretches with this plague were grieved 191:06,223[A ]| (O dismal sight!) and then by death relieved. 191:06,224[A ]| From thence to Persia the contagion came, 191:06,225[A ]| Of whom the Assyrians catched the spreading flame; 191:06,226[A ]| Euphrates next and Tigris did complain, 191:06,227[A ]| Arabia too styled happy now in vain; 191:06,228[A ]| Then Phrygia mourned, from whence it crossed the sea 191:06,229[A ]| (To small to quench its flame) to Italy. 191:06,230[A ]| Then from this lower orb with me remove, 191:06,231[A ]| To view the starry palaces above; 191:06,232[A ]| Through all the roads of wandering planets rove 191:06,233[A ]| To search in what position they have stood, 191:06,234[A ]| And what conjectures were from them made good. 191:06,235[A ]| To find what signs did former times direct, 191:06,236[A ]| And what the present age is to expect. 191:06,237[A ]| From hence perhaps we shall with ease descry 191:06,238[A ]| The source of this stupendous malady. 191:06,239[A ]| Behold how Cancer with portenous harms 191:06,240[A ]| Before heaven's gate unfolds his threatening arms. 191:06,241[A ]| Prodigious ills must needs from thence ensue 191:06,242[A ]| In which one house we may distinctly view 191:06,243[A ]| A numerous cabal of stars conspire 191:06,244[A ]| To hurl at once on air their baneful fire. 191:06,245[A ]| All this the reverend artist did descry 191:06,246[A ]| Who nightly watched the motions of the sky: 191:06,247[A ]| Ye gods (he cried) what does your rage prepare; 191:06,248[A ]| What unknown plague engenders in the air? 191:06,249[A ]| Besides, I see dire wars on Europe shed, 191:06,250[A ]| Ausonian fields with native gore o'erspread. 191:06,251[A ]| Thus sung the sage, and to prevent debate 191:06,252[A ]| In writing left the story of our fate. 191:06,253[A ]| When any certain course of years is run, 191:06,254[A ]| Ere the next revolution be begun, 191:06,255[A ]| Heven's method is for Jove in all his state 191:06,256[A ]| To weigh events and to determine fate; 191:06,257[A ]| To search the book of destiny, and show 191:06,258[A ]| What change shall rise in heaven or earth below. 191:06,259[A ]| Behold him then, in awful robes arrayed, 191:06,260[A ]| And calling his known council to his aid. 191:06,261[A ]| Saturn and Mars the thundering summons call: 191:06,262[A ]| The Crab's portentous arms unlock the hall. 191:06,263[A ]| Mark with what various mien the gods repair; 191:06,264[A ]| First Mars with sparkling eyes and flaming hair, 191:06,265[A ]| So furious and addicted to alarms, 191:06,266[A ]| He dreams of battles, though in Venus' arms. 191:06,267[A ]| But see with what august and peaceful brow 191:06,268[A ]| (Of gold his chariot if the fates allow) 191:06,269[A ]| Great Jove appears, who does to all extend 191:06,270[A ]| Impartial justice, heaven and nature's friend. 191:06,271[A ]| Old Saturn last with heavy pace comes on, 191:06,272[A ]| Loath to obey the summons of his son; 191:06,273[A ]| Oft going stopped, oft pondered in his mind 191:06,274[A ]| Heaven's empire lost, oft to return inclined; 191:06,275[A ]| Thus, much distracted, and arriving late, 191:06,276[A ]| Sits grudging down beside the chair of state. 191:06,277[A ]| Jove now unfolds what fate's dark laws contain, 191:06,278[A ]| Which Jove alone has wisdom to explain; 191:06,279[A ]| Sees ripening mischiefs ready to be hurled, 191:06,280[A ]| And much condoles the sufferings of the world. 191:06,281[A ]| Unfolded views death's adamantine gates, 191:06,282[A ]| War, slaughters, factions and subverted states. 191:06,283[A ]| But most astonished at a new disease 191:06,284[A ]| That must forthwith on helpless mortals seize. 191:06,285[A ]| These secrets he unfolds, and shakes the skies: 191:06,286[A ]| The gods condole and from the council rise. 191:06,287[A ]| Hell's agent thus no sooner quits his cage 191:06,288[A ]| But on the starting spheres he hurls his rage. 191:06,289[A ]| The purer orbs disdain the infernal foe, 191:06,290[A ]| And shake the taint upon the air below. 191:06,291[A ]| The grosser air receives the baneful seeds, 191:06,292[A ]| Converting to the poison which it feeds. 191:06,293[A ]| Whether the sun from earth this vapour drew 191:06,294[A ]| In late conjunction with his fiery crew, 191:06,295[A ]| Or from fermenting seas by Neptune sent 191:06,296[A ]| In envy to the higher element, 191:06,297[A ]| Is hard to say, or if more powers combined 191:06,298[A ]| Sent forth this prodigy to fright mankind. 191:06,299[A ]| The offices of nature to define 191:06,300[A ]| And to each cause a true effect assign 191:06,301[A ]| Must be a task both hard and doubtful too, 191:06,302[A ]| Since various consequences oft ensue, 191:06,303[A ]| Nor nature always to her self is true. 191:06,304[A ]| Some principles shall on the instant work, 191:06,305[A ]| Whilst others shall for tedious ages lurk. 191:06,306[A ]| Besides, the power of chance shall oft prevail 191:06,307[A ]| On nature's force and cause events to fail. 191:06,308[A ]| Nor is the influence of maladies 191:06,309[A ]| Less various than the seeds from whence they rise. 191:06,310[A ]| Sometimes the infected air hurts trees alone, 191:06,311[A ]| To grass and tender flowers pernicious known. 191:06,312[A ]| The blast sometimes destroys the furrowed soil 191:06,313[A ]| With mildewed ears, not worth the reaper's toil. 191:06,314[A ]| Or if some dale with grain seems more enriched, 191:06,315[A ]| It moulds and rots before the sheaves are pitched. 191:06,316[A ]| When earth yields store, yet oft some strange disease 191:06,317[A ]| Shall fall and only on poor cattle seize. 191:06,318[A ]| Here it shall sweep the stock, while there it sheds 191:06,319[A ]| Its fury only on devoted heads. 191:06,320[A ]| My own remembrance to this hour retains 191:06,321[A ]| An autumn drowned with never ceasing rains: 191:06,322[A ]| Yet this malignant luxury, the breed 191:06,323[A ]| Of goats alone did rue, the rest were freed. 191:06,324[A ]| See how at break of day their number's told; 191:06,325[A ]| See how the keeper drives them from the fold. 191:06,326[A ]| Behold him next beneath a hanging rock, 191:06,327[A ]| And cheering with his reed the browsing flock; 191:06,328[A ]| While them he charms, nor is himself less pleased, 191:06,329[A ]| With a sharp, sudden cough some darling kid is seized: 191:06,330[A ]| The cough his knell, for with a giddy round 191:06,331[A ]| He whirls and straight falls dead upon the ground. 191:06,332[A ]| This fever, thus to goats and kids severe, 191:06,333[A ]| While autumn held, confined his vengeance there. 191:06,334[A ]| Next spring, both lowing herd and bleating flock 191:06,335[A ]| At once it seized, spared none but swept the stock. 191:06,336[A ]| With such uncertainty from tainted skies 191:06,337[A ]| In bodies placed on earth effects arise. 191:06,338[A ]| Since then by dear experiment we find 191:06,339[A ]| Diseases various in their rise and kind. 191:06,340[A ]| Of this contagion let us take a view, 191:06,341[A ]| More terrible for being strange and new, 191:06,342[A ]| That with the proudest sons of slaughter vies, 191:06,343[A ]| And claims no lower kindred than the skies; 191:06,344[A ]| And as he did aloft conceive his flame, 191:06,345[A ]| The proud destroyer seeks no common game. 191:06,346[A ]| He scorns the well-plumed sporters of the flood; 191:06,347[A ]| He scorns the well-plumed singers of the wood; 191:06,348[A ]| He scorns the wanton browsers of the rock; 191:06,349[A ]| Disdains the lowing herd and bleating flock; 191:06,350[A ]| With wolf or bear despises to engage, 191:06,351[A ]| Nor can the generous horse provoke his rage; 191:06,352[A ]| The lords of nature only he annoys, 191:06,353[A ]| And humane frame, heaven's images, destroys. 191:06,354[A ]| The blood's black viscous parts he seizes first 191:06,355[A ]| By whose malignant aliments he's nursed; 191:06,356[A ]| And e'er he can the fierce assault begin, 191:06,357[A ]| Factions of humours take his part within. 191:06,358[A ]| The strongest holds of nature thus he gains, 191:06,359[A ]| Quartering his cruel troops throughout the veins, 191:06,360[A ]| While some more noble seat the tyrant's throne contains. 191:06,361[A ]| Such principles brought this distemper forth; 191:06,362[A ]| Such aliments maintained the dreadful birth. 191:06,363[A ]| His certain signs and symptoms to rehearse 191:06,364[A ]| Is the next task of our instructing verse. 191:06,365[A ]| O may it prove of such a lasting date 191:06,366[A ]| To conquer time and triumph over fate. 191:06,367[A ]| Apollo's self inspires the useful song, 191:06,368[A ]| And all that to Apollo does belong, 191:06,369[A ]| Like him, should ever live and be for ever young. 191:06,370[A ]| How shall posterity admire our skill, 191:06,371[A ]| Taught by the muse to know the lurking ill; 191:06,372[A ]| And when his dreadful visage they behold, 191:06,373[A ]| Cry, this is the disease whose signs of old 191:06,374[A ]| The inspired physician in bright numbers told. 191:06,375[A ]| For though the infernal pest should quit the earth, 191:06,376[A ]| Absconding in the hell that gave it birth, 191:06,377[A ]| Yet after lazy revolutions passed, 191:06,378[A ]| The unsuspected prodigy at last 191:06,379[A ]| Shall from the womb of night once more be hurled, 191:06,380[A ]| To infect the skies and to amaze the world. 191:06,381[A ]| What therefore seems most wondrous in his course 191:06,382[A ]| Is that he should so long conceal his force; 191:06,383[A ]| For when the foe his secret way has made 191:06,384[A ]| And in our entrails strong detachments laid, 191:06,385[A ]| Yet oft the moon four monthly rounds shall steer 191:06,386[A ]| Before convincing symptoms shall appear: 191:06,387[A ]| So long the malady shall lurk within 191:06,388[A ]| And grow confirmed before the danger's seen, 191:06,389[A ]| Yet with disturbance to the wretch diseased 191:06,390[A ]| Who with unwonted heaviness is seized; 191:06,391[A ]| With dropping spirits his affairs pursues, 191:06,392[A ]| And all his limbs their offices refuse. 191:06,393[A ]| The cheerful glories of his eyes decay 191:06,394[A ]| And from his cheeks the roses fade away; 191:06,395[A ]| A leaden hue o'er all his face is spread 191:06,396[A ]| And greater weights depress his drooping head; 191:06,397[A ]| Till by degrees the secret parts shall show 191:06,398[A ]| By open proofs the undermining foe, 191:06,399[A ]| Who now his dreadful ensigns shall display, 191:06,400[A ]| Devour and harass in the sight of day. 191:06,401[A ]| Again, when cheerful light has left the skies 191:06,402[A ]| And night's ungrateful shades and vapours rise, 191:06,403[A ]| When nature to our spirits sounds retreat 191:06,404[A ]| And to the vitals calls her straggling heat, 191:06,405[A ]| When the outworks are no more of warmth possessed, 191:06,406[A ]| Bloodless and with a load of humours pressed, 191:06,407[A ]| When every kind relief's retired within, 191:06,408[A ]| 'Tis then the execrable pains begin. 191:06,409[A ]| Arms shoulders, legs with restless aches vexed 191:06,410[A ]| And with convulsions every nerve perplexed. 191:06,411[A ]| For when through all our veins the infection's spread 191:06,412[A ]| And by what e'er should feed the body fed, 191:06,413[A ]| When nature strives the vitals to defend, 191:06,414[A ]| And all destructive humours outward send, 191:06,415[A ]| These being viscous, gross and loath to start, 191:06,416[A ]| In its dull march shall torture every part; 191:06,417[A ]| Whence to the bloodless nerves dire pains ensue, 191:06,418[A ]| At once contracted and extended too. 191:06,419[A ]| The thinner parts will yet not stick so fast, 191:06,420[A ]| But to the surface of the skin are cast, 191:06,421[A ]| Which in foul botches o'er the body spread, 191:06,422[A ]| Profane the bosom and deform the head; 191:06,423[A ]| Here pustules in the form of acorns swelled, 191:06,424[A ]| In form alone, for these with stench are filled 191:06,425[A ]| Whose ripeness is corruption, that in time 191:06,426[A ]| Disdain confinement and discharge the slime. 191:06,427[A ]| Yet oft the foe would turn his forces back, 191:06,428[A ]| The brawn and inmost muscles to attack, 191:06,429[A ]| And pierce so deep, that the bare bones have been 191:06,430[A ]| Betwixt the dreadful fleshy breaches seen. 191:06,431[A ]| When on the vocal parts his rage was spent 191:06,432[A ]| Imperfect sounds for tuneful speech was sent. 191:06,433[A ]| As on a springing plant, you have beheld 191:06,434[A ]| The juice that through the tender bark has swelled, 191:06,435[A ]| That from the sap's more viscous part did come, 191:06,436[A ]| Till by the sun condensed into a gum, 191:06,437[A ]| So when this bane is once received within, 191:06,438[A ]| With such eruptions he shall force the skin; 191:06,439[A ]| And when the humour for a time has flowed, 191:06,440[A ]| Grow fixed at last and harden to a node. 191:06,441[A ]| Hence some young swain, as on the rocks he stood 191:06,442[A ]| To view his picture in the crystal flood, 191:06,443[A ]| And finding there his lovely cheeks deformed, 191:06,444[A ]| Against the stars, against the gods he stormed. 191:06,445[A ]| Meanwhile the sable wings of night are spread 191:06,446[A ]| And balmy sleep on every creature shed. 191:06,447[A ]| These wretches only no repose could take, 191:06,448[A ]| By this tormenting fiend still kept awake; 191:06,449[A ]| Impatient till the morn restored the light, 191:06,450[A ]| Then cursed her beams and wished again for night. 191:06,451[A ]| Ceres in vain her blessings did afford: 191:06,452[A ]| In vain the flowing goblet crowned the board. 191:06,453[A ]| No comfort they in large possessions had 191:06,454[A ]| Of farms or towns, but e'en in banquets sad. 191:06,455[A ]| In vain the streams, and meads they did frequent: 191:06,456[A ]| The dismal thought pursued where'er they went; 191:06,457[A ]| And when for prospect they would climb the hill, 191:06,458[A ]| The dire remembrance hagged their fancy still. 191:06,459[A ]| In vain the gods themselves they did invoke, 191:06,460[A ]| Adorned their shrines and made their altars smoke: 191:06,461[A ]| They bribed and prayed, yet still reliefless lay, 191:06,462[A ]| Their offered gums consumed less fast than they. 191:06,463[A ]| Shall I relate what I myself beheld, 191:06,464[A ]| Where Ollius stream with gentle plenty swelled? 191:06,465[A ]| In those fair meads where Ollius cuts his way, 191:06,466[A ]| A youth of godlike form I did survey, 191:06,467[A ]| By all the world besides unparalleled, 191:06,468[A ]| And even in Italy by none excelled. 191:06,469[A ]| First signs of manhood on his cheeks were shown, 191:06,470[A ]| A tender harvest, and but thinly sown, 191:06,471[A ]| Besides those charms that did his person grace, 191:06,472[A ]| Descended from a rich and noble race. 191:06,473[A ]| What transport in spectators did he breed, 191:06,474[A ]| Mounted and managing the fiery steed; 191:06,475[A ]| What joy at once and terror did we feel 191:06,476[A ]| When he prepared for field and shone in steel; 191:06,477[A ]| Of equal strength and skill for exercise, 191:06,478[A ]| All conflicts tried, but never lost a prize. 191:06,479[A ]| Oft in the chase his courser he'd forego, 191:06,480[A ]| Trust his own feet and turn the swiftest roe. 191:06,481[A ]| For him each nymph, for him each goddess strove, 191:06,482[A ]| Of hill, of plain, of meadow, stream and grove; 191:06,483[A ]| Nor can we doubt that in this numerous train, 191:06,484[A ]| Some one (neglected) did to heaven complain, 191:06,485[A ]| Who though in vain she loved, yet did not curse in vain. 191:06,486[A ]| For whilst the youth did to his strength confide, 191:06,487[A ]| And nerves in every task of hardship tried, 191:06,488[A ]| This finished piece, this celebrated frame, 191:06,489[A ]| The mansion of a loathed disease became: 191:06,490[A ]| But of such baneful and malignant kind 191:06,491[A ]| As ages past ne'er knew, and future ne'er shall find. 191:06,492[A ]| Now might you see his spring of youth decay; 191:06,493[A ]| The verdure die, the blossoms fall away: 191:06,494[A ]| The foul infection o'er his body spread, 191:06,495[A ]| Profanes his bosom and deforms his head. 191:06,496[A ]| His wretched limbs with filth and stench o'erflow, 191:06,497[A ]| While flesh divides and shows the bones below. 191:06,498[A ]| Dire ulcers (can the gods permit them?) prey 191:06,499[A ]| On his fair eye-balls and devour their day, 191:06,500[A ]| Whilst the neat pyramid below falls mouldering quite away. 191:06,501[A ]| Him neighbouring Alps bewailed with constant dew: 191:06,502[A ]| Ollius no more his wonted passage knew. 191:06,503[A ]| Hills, valleys, rocks, streams, groves, his face bemoaned, 191:06,504[A ]| Sebinus lake from deepest caverns groaned. 191:06,505[A ]| From hence malicious Saturn's force is known, 191:06,506[A ]| From whose malignant orb this plague was thrown; 191:06,507[A ]| To whom more cruel Mars assistance lent, 191:06,508[A ]| And clubbed his influence to the dire event. 191:06,509[A ]| Nor could the malice of the stars suffice 191:06,510[A ]| To make such execrable mischief rise; 191:06,511[A ]| For certainly e'er this disease began 191:06,512[A ]| Through hell's dark courts the cursing furies ran, 191:06,513[A ]| Where to astonished ghosts they did relate 191:06,514[A ]| In dreadful songs the burthen of our fate; 191:06,515[A ]| The Stygian pool did to the bottom rake 191:06,516[A ]| And from its dregs the curst ingredients take, 191:06,517[A ]| Which scattered since through Europe wide and far 191:06,518[A ]| Bred pestilence and more consuming war. 191:00,000[A ]| 191:00,000[A ]| 191:00,000[A ]| 191:00,000[A ]| 191:00,000[A ]| 191:00,000[A ]| 191:00,000[A ]| 192:24,000@@@@@| 192:24,000[' ]| 192:24,000[' ]| 192:24,001[A ]| See where the royal shrine erected high, 192:24,002[A ]| Threatening the temple's roof as that the sky; 192:24,003[A ]| With starry lamps and banners blazing round, 192:24,004[A ]| And all the pageantry of death is crowned. 192:24,005[A ]| For ah! with flattering pride and triumph vain 192:24,006[A ]| Those pyramids the dazzling pomp sustain: 192:24,007[A ]| While high in state their glittering trophies rise, 192:24,008[A ]| Low at their basis, Britain's glory lies. 192:24,009[A ]| Nor sleep those blessed remains in dead of night 192:24,010[A ]| Watched only by unactive tapers' light, 192:24,011[A ]| For thronging seraphs, from celestial bowers, 192:24,012[A ]| Descend to strew the royal hearse with flowers; 192:24,013[A ]| What sovereign odour from that mixture springs, 192:24,014[A ]| Fanned and sublimed by hovering angels' wings! 192:24,015[A ]| These rites performed, th' ethereal troops resign 192:24,016[A ]| To forms divine as theirs the royal shrine. 192:24,017[A ]| For, lo! four matrons, deep in sables clad, 192:24,018[A ]| Of solemn mien and aspect charming sad, 192:24,019[A ]| Advance; with each her ensigns waving high, 192:24,020[A ]| The emblems of her power, or piety. 192:24,021[A ]| August Britannia, the procession leads; 192:24,022[A ]| In state the Belgian matron her succeeds. 192:24,023[A ]| Britannia's train in grandeur of a court, 192:24,024[A ]| Her globe, her sceptre, and her crown support; 192:24,025[A ]| Batavia, with her own escutcheon graced, 192:24,026[A ]| Where lions rampant grasp her arrows fast. 192:24,027[A ]| Eusebia next appears in pomp divine, 192:24,028[A ]| See how her mitre, and her crosier, shine! 192:24,029[A ]| Irene brings the rear; but she, forlorn, 192:24,030[A ]| No badge but of distress before her borne; 192:24,031[A ]| A wreath of lilies her sad herald wore, 192:24,032[A ]| But lilies crimsoned in her offspring's gore. 192:24,033[A ]| Now to their sundry stations they disperse, 192:24,034[A ]| The high-arched inlets to the sovereign hearse, 192:24,035[A ]| Where solemnly each matron takes her stand, 192:24,036[A ]| With each a fuming censer in her hand. 192:24,037[A ]| All mute a while, with awful sorrow strook, 192:24,038[A ]| Till Belgia thus in troubled accents spoke. 192:24,039[A ]| Ah, how transformed from what I was of late! 192:24,040[A ]| How blessed, ye powers, how prosperous was my state! 192:24,041[A ]| My flourishing towns with pleasure I surveyed, 192:24,042[A ]| The word's great mart and seat of commerce made; 192:24,043[A ]| Covering with floating colonies the main, 192:24,044[A ]| While Gallic rage at home I could sustain; 192:24,045[A ]| Visit both poles, to spicy climates run, 192:24,046[A ]| And spread my naval wings before the rising sun. 192:24,047[A ]| No more can populous towns, or swelling seas, 192:24,048[A ]| The stronger deluge of my grief appease, 192:24,049[A ]| My spicy Eastern groves no longer please. 192:24,050[A ]| Matrons sad vigils through my cities keep; 192:24,051[A ]| With streaming tears my sailors swell the deep; 192:24,052[A ]| There tritons, started from their coral cells, 192:24,053[A ]| Ranged on the rocks to dirges tune their shells: 192:24,054[A ]| On separate cliffs their pensive nereids sit, 192:24,055[A ]| No cheerful song or amorous glance admit; 192:24,056[A ]| No more with pearl and amber deck their head, 192:24,057[A ]| But mourn, forlorn, their Amphitrite dead, 192:24,058[A ]| From dawn to dusk, and weep the stars to bed. 192:24,059[A ]| Ye winds that waft my freighted fleets away, 192:24,060[A ]| Neglect your charge; let useless traffic stay 192:24,061[A ]| Till you to Java's isle my sighs convey. 192:24,062[A ]| Fate's triumph over nature there proclaim, 192:24,063[A ]| And say Maria's nothing but a name! 192:24,064[A ]| A hearse, an urn, as vulgar mortals are; 192:24,065[A ]| To earth no more ~~ but to the skies a star. 192:24,066[A ]| She said ~~ Irene next her plaints addressed, 192:24,067[A ]| Plaints which her looks too sensibly expressed: 192:24,068[A ]| (An exile from her native shore she fled, 192:24,069[A ]| By innocence and mourning angels led). 192:24,070[A ]| A pearly shower her fairer face bedews, 192:24,071[A ]| While thus what passion dictates, she pursues. 192:24,072[A ]| Instruct me, grief, unable to sustain 192:24,073[A ]| Thy pressing weight; to whom shall I complain? 192:24,074[A ]| To earth or skies? ~~ 'Tis they that have engrossed. 192:24,075[A ]| 'Tis they that share the treasure I have lost. 192:24,076[A ]| To seas? ~~ There Thetis comfortless appears, 192:24,077[A ]| And for her self reserves the ocean's tears. 192:24,078[A ]| To gentle winds and air if I complain, 192:24,079[A ]| They can but sigh, and sigh like me in vain! 192:24,080[A ]| Nature replies, when her relief I try, 192:24,081[A ]| That she has lost, and grieves as much as I. 192:24,082[A ]| Or would I to Maria's self address 192:24,083[A ]| (The royal refuge of my past distress), 192:24,084[A ]| The queen of pity I no longer find 192:24,085[A ]| Enthroned, But here (ah fatal change!) enshrined. 192:24,086[A ]| High rapt in heavenly bowers her soul remains, 192:24,087[A ]| Her breathless relics a deaf tomb contains. 192:24,088[A ]| Ye happier rivals in our common grief! 192:24,089[A ]| You mourn, but not like me, without relief. 192:24,090[A ]| Britain and Belgia through the main can roam, 192:24,091[A ]| Enriched with treasures of both Indies come, 192:24,092[A ]| And, like an altar, deck Maria's tomb. 192:24,093[A ]| Her hierarchy does fair Eusebia bless: 192:24,094[A ]| Secure she does her sacred rights possess, 192:24,095[A ]| And stores of grateful incense can address. 192:24,096[A ]| What tribute to her ashes can I give, 192:24,097[A ]| Who only did by her indulgence live? 192:24,098[A ]| A wretch's last reserve I will bestow, 192:24,099[A ]| My tears ~~ but see ~~ they uncommanded flow! 192:24,100[A ]| Like weeping Niobe's their streams renew: 192:24,101[A ]| Oh that like her I could turn marble too! 192:24,102[A ]| She ceased! ~~ Eusebia then her starry head 192:24,103[A ]| With mournful grace unveiled, and sighing said: 192:24,104[A ]| If strangers can such deep concern express, 192:24,105[A ]| What accents will suffice for my distress! 192:24,106[A ]| Of these remains can I sustain the sight, 192:24,107[A ]| Who claim a subject's and a daughter's right; 192:24,108[A ]| Nursed with her warmest beams, whose lustre filled 192:24,109[A ]| My front with stars and did my mitre gild. 192:24,110[A ]| Eve, new created, no such pleasure took 192:24,111[A ]| Her own bright form discovering in the brook; 192:24,112[A ]| And, wheresoe'er her ravished eyes she threw, 192:24,113[A ]| Still to have blooming paradise in view. 192:24,114[A ]| So I at my own happiness admired ~~ 192:24,115[A ]| Ah where are now those golden dreams retired? 192:24,116[A ]| Their faint idea my sick thought employs, 192:24,117[A ]| A cold remembrance of departed joys. 192:24,118[A ]| As ship-wrecked mariners on some bleak shore, 192:24,119[A ]| The riches of their perished freight deplore, 192:24,120[A ]| Let me, the treasure I have lost declare, 192:24,121[A ]| Too vast for time and nature to repair. 192:24,122[A ]| Be hushed ye winds, ye skies serene and clear, 192:24,123[A ]| No lowering cloud or angry wave appear, 192:24,124[A ]| While my Maria's virtues I recite! 192:24,125[A ]| Oh were my language like her virtues bright 192:24,126[A ]| The charming sounds would guests from heaven invite: 192:24,127[A ]| Heaven would be here, and with immortal lays, 192:24,128[A ]| My self a seraph, while I sung her praise. 192:24,129[A ]| What ancient poets did, inspired, aver 192:24,130[A ]| Of female worth was prophecy of her; 192:24,131[A ]| And what their age by revelation saw, 192:24,132[A ]| Posterity must from her story draw. 192:24,133[A ]| Her breast each centring excellence could boast, 192:24,134[A ]| The scattered virtues of her sex engrossed; 192:24,135[A ]| Nor did those beams on her refracted fall, 192:24,136[A ]| She all possessed, and in perfection all; 192:24,137[A ]| Could majesty and mildness reconcile, 192:24,138[A ]| Hold sovereign awe, yet on her subjects smile. 192:24,139[A ]| Not only calm, but constant was her mind, 192:24,140[A ]| Fixed as the centre to earth's globe assigned: 192:24,141[A ]| A fortress, which the fates in vain assailed, 192:24,142[A ]| And where the baffled king of terrors failed; 192:24,143[A ]| Cheerful as angels or the springing day 192:24,144[A ]| That tunes the groves and makes the meadows gay. 192:24,145[A ]| For blameless mirth heaven's offspring is confessed, 192:24,146[A ]| And heaven was ever in Maria's breast. 192:24,147[A ]| Her words and actions, all exactly weighed 192:24,148[A ]| In reason's scale, and by discretion swayed, 192:24,149[A ]| Alike from prejudice and passion free, 192:24,150[A ]| Henceforth of prudence shall the standard be. 192:24,151[A ]| Let heaven (with heaven she correspondence held) 192:24,152[A ]| Say how my saint in piety excelled. 192:24,153[A ]| Its sinking empire how she did support 192:24,154[A ]| And to a sanctuary reformed a court. 192:24,155[A ]| Say, how her bright example could disarm 192:24,156[A ]| Established vice and make religion charm. 192:24,157[A ]| What frequent visits to my temple pay, 192:24,158[A ]| And there instruct devotion how to pray; 192:24,159[A ]| Where thronging cherubs did her zeal attend, 192:24,160[A ]| Ambitious who should with her vows ascend. 192:24,161[A ]| But charity, her soul's essential grace, 192:24,162[A ]| In tenderest strokes was pictured in her face, 192:24,163[A ]| Who like an angel could at sufferings melt, 192:24,164[A ]| Condole the misery she had never felt. 192:24,165[A ]| Relieved, till royal bounty she had drained, 192:24,166[A ]| Then with her tears the exhausted store maintained; 192:24,167[A ]| Kind as the pelican in times on need, 192:24,168[A ]| When for her craving offspring she does bleed. 192:24,169[A ]| Such was my sovereign! such and yet expired! 192:24,170[A ]| To earth so needful, yet from earth retired. 192:24,171[A ]| Yet see! No wreck of elements is found! 192:24,172[A ]| Time journeys on, and nature keeps her round: 192:24,173[A ]| Our vales may bloom again, our groves be green, 192:24,174[A ]| No more the goddess of the spring be seen! 192:24,175[A ]| She's fled! Divine Maria's vanished hence, 192:24,176[A ]| And sleeps with queens of common providence. 192:24,177[A ]| Like them, she has to fate resigned her breath; 192:24,178[A ]| O triumph of the grave! O pomp of death! 192:24,179[A ]| With her entombed ~~ 192:24,180[A ]| Youth, beauty, virtue, their interment have. 192:24,181[A ]| O pomp of death! O triumph of the grave! 192:24,182[A ]| Yet tyrants live, ah! What can reason say? 192:24,183[A ]| They keep their thrones who iron sceptres sway. 192:24,184[A ]| Support me faith; if faith too feeble be, 192:24,185[A ]| Support my faith Maria's piety! 192:24,186[A ]| She paused and wept. 192:24,187[A ]| Britannia, though with equal grief oppressed; 192:24,188[A ]| Majestic thus her orisons addressed. 192:24,189[A ]| Hail saint and queen, ~~ too weak alas that style! 192:24,190[A ]| Hail heroine and goddess on our isle! 192:24,191[A ]| My Pallas, who could absent Mars supply; 192:24,192[A ]| And, Jove withdrawn, like Juno rule the sky. 192:24,193[A ]| Empire she prized not, though to empire born, 192:24,194[A ]| Nor sought the power she could so well adorn: 192:24,195[A ]| Yet held her British throne securely calm, 192:24,196[A ]| As Deborah within her grove of palm; 192:24,197[A ]| From whose oraculous shade she did prescribe, 192:24,198[A ]| And audience gave to each consulting tribe, 192:24,199[A ]| My regent, with such grandeur, such address, 192:24,200[A ]| In council swayed; and pressed with last distress, 192:24,201[A ]| Like her, spoke victory and looked success. 192:24,202[A ]| In public storms she heard the billows rave, 192:24,203[A ]| And cheerfully the needful orders gave. 192:24,204[A ]| With pious hope adjusted her commands, 192:24,205[A ]| And left the event in providence's hands. 192:24,206[A ]| She knew what mien the sceptre, crown and globe, 192:24,207[A ]| What majesty became the imperial robe; 192:24,208[A ]| But from the encumbrance freed of sovereign awe, 192:24,209[A ]| What artist can her milder beauties draw? 192:24,210[A ]| What colours shall express? What pencil trace 192:24,211[A ]| The charms that did her conversation grace? 192:24,212[A ]| How beaming joys her aspect did adorn, 192:24,213[A ]| And how she moved the goddess of the morn. 192:24,214[A ]| What harmony did in her language dwell; 192:24,215[A ]| How sullen griefs her accents could dispel, 192:24,216[A ]| While softer they than shedding roses fell. 192:24,217[A ]| Methinks I hear lamenting April say, 192:24,218[A ]| Unwelcome now returns my latest day, 192:24,219[A ]| That once eclipsed the blooming pride of May. 192:24,220[A ]| The day that with auspicious hours did smile, 192:24,221[A ]| And gave a Jubilee to Britain's isle. 192:24,222[A ]| No more that festival shall entertain 192:24,223[A ]| The court with revel or harmonious strain: 192:24,224[A ]| For cheerful songs my bards must now retreat 192:24,225[A ]| And dirges breathe to some forsaken seat. 192:24,226[A ]| Seek gloomy vales, where blasted nature pines, 192:24,227[A ]| And grief with night in cold embraces joins. 192:24,228[A ]| Let there, what never must in crowds be told, 192:24,229[A ]| Your mourning muse that dismal scene unfold. 192:24,230[A ]| Let fancy there rehearse in wild complaint, 192:24,231[A ]| The sickening sovereign, the expiring saint. 192:24,232[A ]| When sacrilegious maladies combined, 192:24,233[A ]| Beauty's imperial temple undermined. 192:24,234[A ]| How ravaging through her rich veins they flew, 192:24,235[A ]| Till all in one assault ~~ 192:24,236[A ]| Against her generous heart their forces drew. 192:24,237[A ]| While nature could no more the fort supply, 192:24,238[A ]| And vanquished art itself stood sighing by. 192:24,239[A ]| Well may his sons despair when Phoebus shrouds 192:24,240[A ]| His baffled head, and skulks in conscious clouds 192:24,241[A ]| Drives wide his wain, shuns his meridian way 192:24,242[A ]| And through continued darkness steals the day. 192:24,243[A ]| Immortal powers, can you behold ungrieved 192:24,244[A ]| Her agonies, who nations had relieved? 192:24,245[A ]| Amidst her pangs, see how she lies resigned 192:24,246[A ]| To your disposal, while you seem unkind! 192:24,247[A ]| Undaunted, yet to your allegiance true, 192:24,248[A ]| Bids death defiance, but submits to you. 192:24,249[A ]| She sees distraction through her palace spread, 192:24,250[A ]| She sees the graces weeping round her bed, 192:24,251[A ]| Yet still composed; till her expiring sight 192:24,252[A ]| Her swooning hero ~~ Here let deepest night 192:24,253[A ]| Her mantle spread, and nature's face disguise, 192:24,254[A ]| While Caesar sinks and while Maria's eyes 192:24,255[A ]| Closing transfer their glories to the skies. 192:24,256[A ]| Oh what convulsions now shook Britain's breast! 192:24,257[A ]| Her sun and moon in one eclipse oppressed. 192:24,258[A ]| Yet, O Alcides of our age, sustain 192:24,259[A ]| Thy last and greatest task to live and reign! 192:24,260[A ]| This conquest must distinguish your bright name, 192:24,261[A ]| And write you foremost in the list of fame. 192:24,262[A ]| Death ne'er is distant when perfection's near; 192:24,263[A ]| Virtue sublimed will quickly disappear. 192:24,264[A ]| Maria's fallen! Worthy to have survived 192:24,265[A ]| Till Caesar's promised triumphs were arrived; 192:24,266[A ]| Till harassed Europe's freedom she surveyed, 192:24,267[A ]| And crowned th halcyon days for which she prayed. 192:24,268[A ]| Speak you, who commerce with immortals hold, 192:24,269[A ]| These labyrinths of providence unfold! 192:24,270[A ]| Eusebia speak! 192:24,271[A ]| Eusebia's sacred breast 192:24,272[A ]| With rapture filled, inspiring zeal confessed. 192:24,273[A ]| Divinely bright, her frontlet stars appeared, 192:24,274[A ]| While up towards heaven her ravished eyes she reared. 192:24,275[A ]| The temple shakes, the yielding roof gives way, 192:24,276[A ]| And opes a prospect to eternal day. 192:24,277[A ]| Through all the dome ambrosial fragrance spread, 192:24,278[A ]| While thus, in ecstasy, the matron said: 192:24,279[A ]| With robes invested of celestial dye 192:24,280[A ]| She towers and treads the empyrean sky! 192:24,281[A ]| Angelic choirs, skilled in triumphant song, 192:24,282[A ]| Heaven's battlements and crystal turrets throng. 192:24,283[A ]| The signal's given, the eternal gates unfold, 192:24,284[A ]| Blazing with jasper, wreathed in burnished gold. 192:24,285[A ]| From bowers of amaranth and nectar streams 192:24,286[A ]| (Mansions of rapture and inspiring dreams) 192:24,287[A ]| The host of saints Maria's triumph meet, 192:24,288[A ]| Maria, all, their own Maria greet. 192:24,289[A ]| Behold a reverend shade steps forth, his head 192:24,290[A ]| Mitred in glory, deep his vestments spread. 192:24,291[A ]| O patriarch mild! Thy aspect still I know, 192:24,292[A ]| That even on earth so much of heaven did show. 192:24,293[A ]| Heaven's messenger to us, thou first didst prove, 192:24,294[A ]| And now Maria's to the blessed above. 192:24,295[A ]| Now, pointing up, he shows, prepared on high, 192:24,296[A ]| Her chair of state and starry canopy: 192:24,297[A ]| She takes her throne, but there installed, so bright 192:24,298[A ]| Her form, I lose her in excess of light. 192:25,000@@@@@| 192:25,000[' ]| 192:25,001[A ]| Go shepherds, to your cottages retire. 192:25,002[A ]| Your Dorset mourns ~~ no more the pipe inspire! 192:25,003[A ]| Your mirth is done, your care is vain ~~ what need 192:25,004[A ]| To tend those flocks that will no longer feed? 192:25,005[A ]| Nature herself with troubled face appears, 192:25,006[A ]| And sable robes for her lost darling wears; 192:25,007[A ]| She sighs in storms, and weeps in showers of tears. 192:25,008[A ]| Her vital powers in discontent retreat; 192:25,009[A ]| Her elemental fire withdraws its heat. 192:25,010[A ]| The sullen air admits no cheerful beam, 192:25,011[A ]| And grief has silenced every vocal stream. 192:25,012[A ]| Even earth that does the precious relics shroud, 192:25,013[A ]| Laments the treasure that should make her proud: 192:25,014[A ]| Alone exempted from the general care, 192:25,015[A ]| The skies rejoice to have regained a star: 192:25,016[A ]| With fresh recruits of light they shine and glow, 192:25,017[A ]| Regardless of our sufferings here below; 192:25,018[A ]| With cruel joy they triumph at our cost, 192:25,019[A ]| And revel with the prize that we have lost. 192:25,020[A ]| Profane disease! thy crime had been too great 192:25,021[A ]| In only battering so fair a seat; 192:25,022[A ]| Which spitefully thou quite hast undermined, 192:25,023[A ]| Because the bright remains would still have shined. 192:25,024[A ]| So envious Rome no method could employ 192:25,025[A ]| Fair Carthage to subdue but to destroy. 192:25,026[A ]| Mute are the groves where happy shepherds sung, 192:25,027[A ]| And Philomel once more has lost her tongue. 192:25,028[A ]| The palm and myrtle groves no longer please; 192:25,029[A ]| Cyprus and yew are now the only trees. 192:25,030[A ]| The mournfullest objects most endearments have, 192:25,031[A ]| The lonesome vale delights; the gloomy cave 192:25,032[A ]| Can please because it represents the grave. 192:25,033[A ]| Tears our refreshment are, our sole relief 192:25,034[A ]| No more to wish or hope, 192:25,035[A ]| But give despair free scope, 192:25,036[A ]| And roll the impetuous tide of grief! 192:25,037[A ]| If then so just and vast the sorrow be. 192:25,038[A ]| Of all who did the living wonder see, 192:25,039[A ]| Or only her famed character have heard, 192:25,040[A ]| To think such worth and beauty are interred; 192:25,041[A ]| How then shall be conceived, or how expressed, 192:25,042[A ]| The pangs that rent a tender mothers breast? 192:25,043[A ]| What language that can still the raging seas, 192:25,044[A ]| Charm discontent, and to despair give ease, 192:25,045[A ]| The conflict of maternal sighs appease? 192:25,046[A ]| Should wit pretend (what wit can ne'er effect) 192:25,047[A ]| To treat the fair deceased with due respect; 192:25,048[A ]| In proper colours her resemblance paint, 192:25,049[A ]| In form an angel as in life a saint: 192:25,050[A ]| To say she was, when we can only say 192:25,051[A ]| That (oh!) she was ~~ all mild as springing day, 192:25,052[A ]| Cheerful and beauteous as the bloom of May; 192:25,053[A ]| That, goddess-like, her presence did impart, 192:25,054[A ]| Reviving joys to every drooping heart; 192:25,055[A ]| That she spake music ~~ that for mien and air 192:25,056[A ]| She was all charms ~~ and yet as good as fair! 192:25,057[A ]| To show the meek, the generous patroness 192:25,058[A ]| And comforter of others in distress, 192:25,059[A ]| Her self laid languishing without redress, 192:25,060[A ]| Will this relieve a mourning parent's grief? 192:25,061[A ]| Ah! miserable art 192:25,062[A ]| That only canst impart 192:25,063[A ]| The food of sorrow, an unkind relief. 192:25,064[A ]| One only sovereign balm sick nature bears, 192:25,065[A ]| A royal mourner's sympathising tears. 192:25,066[A ]| Though gods nor goddesses may fate reverse, 192:25,067[A ]| A goddess, weeping, consecrates the hearse. 192:25,068[A ]| Behold the graces waiting on her urn, 192:25,069[A ]| Transformed as much as she for whom they mourn! 192:25,070[A ]| While Virtue's fairer train stand sighing by, 192:25,071[A ]| Concerned such heavenly excellence could die. 192:25,072[A ]| Youth, Beauty, Innocence, assembled there, 192:25,073[A ]| With withered looks ~~ Zeal, Piety and Prayer, 192:25,074[A ]| Belief and Hope transfigured to despair. 192:25,075[A ]| There Charity, cold as her statue, stands, 192:25,076[A ]| And there Compassion wrings her helpless hands! 192:25,077[A ]| These were the tenderest darlings of her breast, 192:25,078[A ]| And like the turtle-brood, when dispossessed, 192:25,079[A ]| Hover and moan about their ruined nest! 192:25,080[A ]| While Death alone, with an insulting smile, 192:25,081[A ]| In triumph sits before the mournful pile. 192:25,082[A ]| Mistaken tyrant! thy designs are crossed, 192:25,083[A ]| 'Tis thou and we who by this change have lost: 192:25,084[A ]| Of more than life thou only hast deprived 192:25,085[A ]| Those wretched mortals who her fate survived. 192:25,086[A ]| Look up and see, what will thy pride confound, 192:25,087[A ]| Thy rescued captive there with glory crowned! 192:25,088[A ]| Behold her seated in a bower of state 192:25,089[A ]| (Above the reach of any second fate) 192:25,090[A ]| While saints and seraphs on her triumph grow 192:25,091[A ]| With flowers that in celestial Eden grow, 192:25,092[A ]| They weave eternal chaplets for her brow, 192:25,093[A ]| While heavenly harmony her art employs 192:25,094[A ]| Echoed with songs of never-ceasing joys, 192:25,095[A ]| O sacred hierarchy! O realms of light! 192:25,096[A ]| Transporting vision ~~ but for mortal sight 192:25,097[A ]| Too dazzling, too insufferably bright! 192:25,098[A ]| Aspiring muse descend, the dusky plains 192:25,099[A ]| And vale of death best suit thy pensive strains. 192:25,100[A ]| Oh, since hard fate allows no more, return 192:25,101[A ]| To crown with bays and verse the sacred urn, 192:25,102[A ]| Such verse as may the gloomy desert charm. 192:25,103[A ]| Watch, guard the lovely saint's remains from harm; 192:25,104[A ]| With vital tears overcome 192:25,105[A ]| The coldness of her tomb, 192:25,106[A ]| And keep with glooming sighs her ashes ever warm. 192:25,107[A ]| Oh whither will the dismal scene extend! 192:25,108[A ]| Successive woe, where will thy current end? 192:25,109[A ]| Behold, forlorn, the muse's patron laid 192:25,110[A ]| With mourning Cupids in a cypress shade! 192:25,111[A ]| Of fate nor cruel skies he once complains 192:25,112[A ]| But inwardly the conflict he sustains, 192:25,113[A ]| The struggling tumult of his breast restrains. 192:25,114[A ]| O, Dorset, could our worthless lives pretend 192:25,115[A ]| (Whose comforts only on thy smiles depend) 192:25,116[A ]| To bribe thy griefs, how pleased could we resign 192:25,117[A ]| Our breaths, compounding for one pang of thine. 192:25,118[A ]| Our useless breaths are tendered now in vain, 192:25,119[A ]| Since tuneful notes no more must cheer the plain: 192:25,120[A ]| Let numbers cease ~~ for whom should they relieve 192:25,121[A ]| That can no comfort to their patron give? 192:25,122[A ]| Yet, Dorset, live ~~ in pity to the age, 192:25,123[A ]| That, to condole thy loss, forgets its rage. 192:25,124[A ]| The impious age from that one crime is free, 192:25,125[A ]| Mad with intestine strife we all agree 192:25,126[A ]| Both in admiring and lamenting thee. 192:25,127[A ]| Let those dear pledges intercede at least, 192:25,128[A ]| The living relics of the fair deceased, 192:25,129[A ]| Till, infant beauty to full bloom arrived, 192:25,130[A ]| The mothers charms and virtues has revived; 192:25,131[A ]| Adorned with all that nature's self can crave 192:25,132[A ]| To make a full reprisal on the grave; 192:25,133[A ]| Till dawning Buckhurst to his zenith rise, 192:25,134[A ]| And warm (like you) and gild our northern skies; 192:25,135[A ]| Till a new series of unclouded years 192:25,136[A ]| (Reserved for him) in shining rank appears; 192:25,137[A ]| When his ripe fame shall every muse employ, 192:25,138[A ]| Next age's Dorset, Britain's second joy. 192:00,000[A ]|