041:01,000@@@@@| 041:01,000[' ]| 041:01,001[A ]| To$4$ You, my Lord, my Muse her Tribute pays 041:01,002[A ]| Of various Verse, in$4$ various rude Essays; 041:01,003[A ]| To$4$ You, she first Addressed her early Voice, 041:01,004[A ]| By$4$ Inclination led, and fixed by$4$ Choice; 041:01,005[A ]| To$4$ You, on$4$ whose Indulgence she depends, 041:01,006[A ]| Her few collected Lays, she now, Commends. 041:01,007[A ]| By$4$ no$2$ one Measure bound, her Numbers range, 041:01,008[A ]| And unresolved in$4$ Choice, delight in$4$ Change; 041:01,009[A ]| Her Songs to$4$ no$2$ distinguished Fame aspire, 041:01,010[A ]| For$3$, now, she tries the Reed, anon, attempts the Lyre; 041:01,011[A ]| In$4$ high Parnassus she no$2$ Birthright claims, 041:01,012[A ]| Nor drinks deep Draughts of Heliconian Streams; 041:01,013[A ]| Yet near the sacred Mount she loves to$9$ rove, 041:01,014[A ]| Visits the Springs, and hovers round the Grove. 041:01,015[A ]| She knows what Dangers wait too bold a Flight, 041:01,016[A ]| And fears to$9$ fall from an Icarian Height: 041:01,017[A ]| Yet, she admires the Wing that$6#1$ safely soars, 041:01,018[A ]| At Distance follows, and its Track adores. 041:01,019[A ]| She knows what Room, what Force, the Swan requires, 041:01,020[A ]| Whose towering Head above the Clouds aspires, 041:01,021[A ]| And knows as well, it is Your Lowest Praise, 041:01,022[A ]| Such Heights to$9$ reach with equal Strength and Ease. 041:01,023[A ]| O had Your Genius been to$4$ Leisure born, 041:01,024[A ]| And not more bound to$9$ Aid us, than Adorn! 041:01,025[A ]| Albion in$4$ Verse with ancient Greece had vied, 041:01,026[A ]| And gained alone a Fame, which$6#1$, there, seven States divide. 041:01,027[A ]| But such, even such Renown, too dear had cost, 041:01,028[A ]| Had we the Patriot in$4$ the Poet lost. 041:01,029[A ]| A true Poetic State we had deplored, 041:01,030[A ]| Had not Your Ministry our Coin restored. 041:01,031[A ]| But still, my Lord, though Your Exalted Name 041:01,032[A ]| Stands foremost in$4$ the fairest List of Fame, 041:01,033[A ]| Though Your Ambition ends in$4$ Public Good, 041:01,034[A ]| (A Virtue lineal to$4$ Your House and Blood:) 041:01,035[A ]| Yet think not meanly of Your other Praise, 041:01,036[A ]| Nor slight the Trophies which$6#1$ the Muses raise. 041:01,037[A ]| How oft, a Patriot's best laid Schemes we find 041:01,038[A ]| By$4$ Party crossed, or Faction undermined! 041:01,039[A ]| If he succeed he undergoes this Lot, 041:01,040[A ]| The Good received, the Giver is forgot. 041:01,041[A ]| But Honours which$6#1$ from Verse their Source derive, 041:01,042[A ]| Shall both surmount Detraction, and survive: 041:01,043[A ]| And Poets have unquestioned Right, to$9$ claim 041:01,044[A ]| If not the Greatest, the most Lasting Name. 041:02,000[' ]| 041:02,000[' ]| 041:02,000[' ]| 041:02,000[' ]| 041:02,001[B ]| Behold, Alexis, see this Gloomy Shade, 041:02,002[B ]| Which$6#1$ seems alone for$4$ Sorrow's Shelter made; 041:02,003[B ]| Where, no$2$ glad Beams of Light can ever play, 041:02,004[B ]| But Night succeeding Night, excludes the Day; 041:02,005[B ]| Where, never Birds with Harmony repair, 041:02,006[B ]| And lightsome Notes, to$9$ cheer the Dusky Air, 041:02,007[B ]| To$9$ welcome Day, or bid the Sun farewell, 041:02,008[B ]| By$4$ Morning Lark, or Evening Philomel. 041:02,009[B ]| No$2$ Violet here, nor Daisy ever was seen, 041:02,010[B ]| No$2$ sweetly budding Flower, nor springing Green: 041:02,011[B ]| For$4$ fragrant Myrtle, and the blushing Rose, 041:02,012[B ]| Here, baleful Yew with deadly Cypress grows. 041:02,013[B ]| Here then, extended on$4$ this withered Moss, 041:02,014[B ]| We will$1$ lie, and thou shalt sing of Albion's Loss; 041:02,015[B ]| Of Albion's Loss, and of Pastora's Death, 041:02,016[B ]| Begin thy mournful Song, and raise thy tuneful Breath. 041:02,000[' ]| 041:02,017[C ]| Ah Woe too great! Ah Theme, which$6#1$ far exceeds 041:02,018[C ]| The lowly Lays of humble Shepherds' Reeds! 041:02,019[C ]| O could I sing in$4$ Verse of equal Strain, 041:02,020[C ]| With the Sicilian Bard, or Mantuan Swain; 041:02,021[C ]| Or melting Words, and moving Numbers choose, 041:02,022[C ]| Sweet as the British Colin's mourning Muse; 041:02,023[C ]| Could I, like$4$ him, in$4$ tuneful Grief excel, 041:02,024[C ]| And mourn like$4$ Stella for$4$ her Astrophel; 041:02,025[C ]| Then might I raise my Voice, (secure of Skill,) 041:02,026[C ]| And with melodious Woe the Valleys fill; 041:02,027[C ]| The listening Echo on$4$ my Song should wait, 041:02,028[C ]| And hollow Rocks Pastora's Name repeat; 041:02,029[C ]| Each whistling Wind, and murmuring Stream should tell 041:02,030[C ]| How Loved she lived, and how Lamented fell. 041:02,000[' ]| 041:02,031[B ]| Wert thou with every Bay and Laurel crowned, 041:02,032[B ]| And high as Pan himself in$4$ Song renowned, 041:02,033[B ]| Yet would not all thy Art, avail to$9$ show 041:02,034[B ]| Verse worthy of her Name, or of our Woe: 041:02,035[B ]| But such true Passion in$4$ thy Face appears, 041:02,036[B ]| In$4$ thy pale Lips, thick Sighs, and gushing Tears, 041:02,037[B ]| Such tender Sorrow in$4$ thy Heart I read, 041:02,038[B ]| As shall supply all Skill, if not exceed. 041:02,039[B ]| Then leave this common Form of dumb Distress, 041:02,040[B ]| Each vulgar Grief can Sighs and Tears express; 041:02,041[B ]| In$4$ sweet complaining Notes thy Passion vent, 041:02,042[B ]| And not in$4$ Sighs, but Words explaining Sighs, lament. 041:02,000[' ]| 041:02,043[C ]| Wild be my Words, Menalcas, wild my Thought, 041:02,044[C ]| Artless as Nature's Notes, in$4$ Birds untaught; 041:02,045[C ]| Boundless my Verse, and roving be my Strains, 041:02,046[C ]| Various as Flowers on$4$ unfrequented Plains. 041:02,047[C ]| And thou Thalia, Darling of my Breast, 041:02,048[C ]| By$4$ whom inspired, I sung at Comus Feast; 041:02,049[C ]| While in$4$ a Ring, the Jolly Rural Throng 041:02,050[C ]| Have sat and smiled to$9$ hear my cheerful Song: 041:02,051[C ]| Begone, with all thy Mirth and sprightly Lays, 041:02,052[C ]| My Pipe, no$2$ longer now thy Power obeys; 041:02,053[C ]| Learn to$9$ lament, my Muse, to$9$ weep, and mourn, 041:02,054[C ]| Thy springing Laurels, all to$4$ Cypress turn; 041:02,055[C ]| Wound with thy dismal Cries the tender Air, 041:02,056[C ]| And beat thy Snowy Breast, and rend thy yellow Hair; 041:02,057[C ]| Far hence, in$4$ utmost Wilds, thy Dwelling choose, 041:02,058[C ]| Begone Thalia, Sorrow is my Muse. 041:02,059[C ]| I mourn Pastora dead, let Albion mourn, 041:02,060[C ]| And Sable Clouds her Chalky Cliffs adorn. 041:02,061[C ]| No$2$ more, these Woods shall with her Sight be blessed, 041:02,062[C ]| Nor with her Feet, these Flowery Plains be pressed; 041:02,063[C ]| No$2$ more, the Winds shall with her Tresses play, 041:02,064[C ]| And from her Balmy Breath steal Sweets away; 041:02,065[C ]| No$2$ more, these Rivers cheerfully shall pass, 041:02,066[C ]| Pleased to$9$ reflect the Beauties of her Face; 041:02,067[C ]| While on$4$ their Banks the wondering Flocks have stood, 041:02,068[C ]| Greedy of Sight, and Negligent of Food. 041:02,069[C ]| No$2$ more, the Nymphs shall with soft Tales delight 041:02,070[C ]| Her Ears, no$2$ more with Dances please her Sight; 041:02,071[C ]| Nor ever more shall Swain make Song of Mirth, 041:02,072[C ]| To$9$ bless the Joyous Day, that$6#1$ gave her Birth: 041:02,073[C ]| Lost is that$6#2$ Day, which$6#1$ had from her its Light, 041:02,074[C ]| Forever lost with her, in$4$ endless Night; 041:02,075[C ]| In$4$ endless Night, and Arms of Death she lies, 041:02,076[C ]| Death in$4$ Eternal Shades has shut Pastora's Eyes. 041:02,077[C ]| Lament ye Nymphs, and mourn ye wretched Swains, 041:02,078[C ]| Stray all ye Flocks, and desert be ye Plains, 041:02,079[C ]| Sigh all ye Winds, and weep ye Crystal Floods, 041:02,080[C ]| Fade all ye Flowers, and wither all ye Woods. 041:02,081[C ]| 041:02,082[C ]| 041:02,083[C ]| Within a dismal Grot, which$6#1$ Damps surround, 041:02,084[C ]| All cold she lies upon$4$ the unwholesome Ground; 041:02,085[C ]| The Marble weeps, and with a silent Pace, 041:02,086[C ]| Its trickling Tears distil upon$4$ her Face. 041:02,087[C ]| Falsely ye weep, ye Rocks, and falsely mourn! 041:02,088[C ]| For$3$ never will$1$ you let the Nymph return! 041:02,089[C ]| With a feigned Grief the faithless Tomb relents, 041:02,090[C ]| And like$4$ the Crocodile its Prey laments. 041:02,091[C ]| O she was heavenly fair, in$4$ Face and Mind! 041:02,092[C ]| Never in$4$ Nature were such Beauties joined: 041:02,093[C ]| Without, all shining; and within, all white; 041:02,094[C ]| Pure to$4$ the Sense, and pleasing to$4$ the Sight; 041:02,095[C ]| Like$4$ some rare Flower, whose Leaves all Colours yield, 041:02,096[C ]| And opening, is with sweetest Odours filled. 041:02,097[C ]| As lofty Pines overtop the lowly Reed, 041:02,098[C ]| So$3$ did her graceful Height all Nymphs exceed, 041:02,099[C ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ excelling Height, she bore a Mind 041:02,100[C ]| Humble, as Osiers bending to$4$ the Wind. 041:02,101[C ]| Thus excellent she was ~~ 041:02,102[C ]| Ah wretched Fate! She was, but is no$2$ more. 041:02,103[C ]| Help me ye Hills, and Valleys, to$9$ deplore. 041:02,104[C ]| 041:02,105[C ]| 041:02,106[C ]| From that$6#2$ blest Earth, on$4$ which$6#1$ her Body lies, 041:02,107[C ]| May blooming Flowers with fragrant Sweets arise: 041:02,108[C ]| Let Myrrha weeping Aromatic Gum, 041:02,109[C ]| And ever-living Laurel, shade her Tomb. 041:02,110[C ]| Thither, let all the industrious Bees repair, 041:02,111[C ]| Unlade their Thighs, and leave their Honey there; 041:02,112[C ]| Thither, let Fairies with their Train resort, 041:02,113[C ]| Neglect their Revels, and their Midnight Sport, 041:02,114[C ]| There, in$4$ unusual Wailings waste the Night, 041:02,115[C ]| And watch her, by$4$ the fiery Glow-worms Light. 041:02,116[C ]| There, may no$2$ dismal Yew, nor Cypress grow, 041:02,117[C ]| Nor Holly Bush, nor bitter Elders Bow; 041:02,118[C ]| Let each unlucky Bird far build his Nest, 041:02,119[C ]| And distant Dens receive each howling Beast; 041:02,120[C ]| Let Wolves be gone, be Ravens put to$4$ flight, 041:02,121[C ]| With hooting Owls, and Bats that$6#1$ hate the Light. 041:02,122[C ]| But let the sighing Doves their Sorrows bring, 041:02,123[C ]| And Nightingales in$4$ sweet Complainings Sing; 041:02,124[C ]| Let Swans from their forsaken Rivers fly, 041:02,125[C ]| And Sickening at her Tomb, make haste to$9$ die, 041:02,126[C ]| That$3$ they may help to$9$ sing her Elegy. 041:02,127[C ]| Let Echo too, in$4$ Mimic Moan, deplore, 041:02,128[C ]| And cry with me, Pastora is no$2$ more! 041:02,129[C ]| 041:02,130[C ]| 041:02,131[C ]| And see, the Heavens to$9$ weep in$4$ Dew prepare, 041:02,132[C ]| And heavy Mists obscure the burdened Air; 041:02,133[C ]| A sudden Damp over all the Plain is spread, 041:02,134[C ]| Each Lily folds its Leaves, and hangs its Head. 041:02,135[C ]| On$4$ every Tree the Blossoms turn to$4$ Tears, 041:02,136[C ]| And every Bow a weeping Moisture bears. 041:02,137[C ]| Their Wings the Feathered Airy People droop, 041:02,138[C ]| And Flocks beneath their dewy Fleeces stoop. 041:02,139[C ]| The Rocks are cleft, and new descending Rills 041:02,140[C ]| Furrow the Brows of all the impending Hills. 041:02,141[C ]| The Water-Gods to$4$ Floods their Rivulets turn, 041:02,142[C ]| And each, with streaming Eyes, supplies his wanting Urn. 041:02,143[C ]| The Fawns forsake the Woods, the Nymphs the Grove, 041:02,144[C ]| And round the Plain in$4$ sad Distractions rove; 041:02,145[C ]| In$4$ prickly Brakes their tender Limbs they tear, 041:02,146[C ]| And leave on$4$ Thorns their Locks of Golden Hair. 041:02,147[C ]| With their sharp Nails, themselves the Satyrs wound, 041:02,148[C ]| And tug their shaggy Beards, and bite with Grief the Ground. 041:02,149[C ]| Lo, Pan himself, beneath a blasted Oak 041:02,150[C ]| Dejected lies, his Pipe in$4$ pieces broke. 041:02,151[C ]| See Pales weeping too, in$4$ wild Despair, 041:02,152[C ]| And to$4$ the piercing Winds her Bosom bare. 041:02,153[C ]| And see yon fading Myrtle, where appears 041:02,154[C ]| The Queen of Love, all bathed in$4$ flowing Tears, 041:02,155[C ]| See how she wrings her Hands, and beats her Breast, 041:02,156[C ]| And tears her useless Girdle from her Waste: 041:02,157[C ]| Hear the sad Murmurs of her sighing Doves, 041:02,158[C ]| For$4$ Grief they sigh, forgetful of their Loves. 041:02,159[C ]| Lo, Love himself, with heavy Woes oppressed! 041:02,160[C ]| See, how his Sorrows swell his tender Breast; 041:02,161[C ]| His Bow he breaks, and wide his Arrows flings, 041:02,162[C ]| And folds his little Arms, and hangs his drooping Wings; 041:02,163[C ]| Then, lays his Limbs upon$4$ the dying Grass, 041:02,164[C ]| And all with Tears bedews his Beauteous Face, 041:02,165[C ]| With Tears, which$6#1$ from his folded Lids arise, 041:02,166[C ]| And even Love himself has weeping Eyes. 041:02,167[C ]| All Nature mourns; the Floods and Rocks deplore, 041:02,168[C ]| And cry with me, Pastora is no$2$ more! 041:02,169[C ]| 041:02,170[C ]| . 041:02,171[C ]| The Rocks can melt, and Air in$4$ Mists can mourn, 041:02,172[C ]| And Floods can weep, and Winds to$4$ Sighs can turn; 041:02,173[C ]| The Birds, in$4$ Songs, their Sorrows can disclose, 041:02,174[C ]| And Nymphs and Swains, in$4$ Words, can tell their Woes. 041:02,175[C ]| But oh! behold that$6#2$ deep and wild Despair, 041:02,176[C ]| Which$6#1$ neither Winds can show, nor Floods, nor Air. 041:02,177[C ]| See the Great Shepherd, Chief of all the Swains, 041:02,178[C ]| Lord of these Woods, and wide extended Plains, 041:02,179[C ]| Stretched on$4$ the Ground, and close to$4$ Earth his Face, 041:02,180[C ]| Scalding with Tears the already faded Grass; 041:02,181[C ]| To$4$ the cold Clay he joins his throbbing Breast, 041:02,182[C ]| No$2$ more within Pastora's Arms to$9$ rest! 041:02,183[C ]| No$2$ more! For$3$ those once soft and circling Arms 041:02,184[C ]| Themselves are Clay, and cold are all her Charms. 041:02,185[C ]| Cold are those Lips, which$6#1$ he no$2$ more must kiss, 041:02,186[C ]| And cold that$6#2$ Bosom, once all downy Bliss; 041:02,187[C ]| On$4$ whose soft Pillows, lulled in$4$ sweet Delights, 041:02,188[C ]| He used, in$4$ Balmy Sleep, to$9$ lose the Nights. 041:02,189[C ]| Ah! where is all that$6#2$ Love and Fondness fled? 041:02,190[C ]| Ah! where is all that$6#2$ tender Sweetness laid? 041:02,191[C ]| To$4$ Dust must all that$6#2$ Heaven of Beauty come! 041:02,192[C ]| And must Pastora moulder in$4$ the Tomb! 041:02,193[C ]| Ah Death! more fierce, and unrelenting far, 041:02,194[C ]| Than wildest Wolves or savage Tigers are; 041:02,195[C ]| With Lambs and Sheep their Hungers are appeased, 041:02,196[C ]| But ravenous Death the Shepherdess has seized. 041:02,197[C ]| 041:02,198[C ]| 041:02,199[C ]| But see, Menalcas, where a sudden Light, 041:02,200[C ]| With Wonder stops my Song, and strikes my Sight! 041:02,201[C ]| And where Pastora lies, it spreads around, 041:02,202[C ]| Showing all Radiant bright the Sacred Ground. 041:02,203[C ]| While from her Tomb, behold a Flame ascends 041:02,204[C ]| Of whitest Fire, whose Flight to$4$ Heaven extends! 041:02,205[C ]| On$4$ flaky Wings it mounts, and quick as Sight 041:02,206[C ]| Cuts through the yielding Air, with Rays of Light; 041:02,207[C ]| Till the blue Firmament at last it gains, 041:02,208[C ]| And fixing there, a glorious Star remains: 041:02,209[C ]| Fairest it shines of all that$6#1$ light the Skies, 041:02,210[C ]| As once on$4$ Earth were seen Pastora's Eyes. 041:03,000[' ]| 041:03,000[' ]| 041:03,001[A ]| OF Arms and War my Muse aspires to$9$ Sing, 041:03,002[A ]| And strike the Lyre upon$4$ an untried String: 041:03,003[A ]| New Fire informs my Soul, unfelt before; 041:03,004[A ]| And, on$4$ new Wings, to$4$ Heights unknown I soar. 041:03,005[A ]| O Power unseen! by$4$ whose Resistless Force 041:03,006[A ]| Compelled, I take this Flight, direct my Course: 041:03,007[A ]| For$3$ Fancy, wild and pathless Ways will$1$ choose, 041:03,008[A ]| Which$6#1$ Judgement, rarely, or with Pain, pursues. 041:03,009[A ]| Say, Sacred Nymph, whence this great Change proceeds; 041:03,010[A ]| Why scorns the lowly Swain his Oaten Reeds, 041:03,011[A ]| Daring aloud to$9$ strike the Sounding Lyre, 041:03,012[A ]| And sing Heroic Deeds; 041:03,013[A ]| Neglecting Flames of Love, for$4$ Martial Fire? 041:03,000[' ]| 041:03,014[A ]| William, alone, my Feeble Voice can raise; 041:03,015[A ]| What Voice so$5#1$ weak, that$6#1$ cannot sing his Praise! 041:03,016[A ]| The listening World each Whisper will$1$ befriend 041:03,017[A ]| That$6#1$ breathes his Name, and every Ear attend. 041:03,018[A ]| The hovering Winds on$4$ downy Wings shall wait around, 041:03,019[A ]| And catch, and waft to$4$ Foreign Lands, the flying Sound. 041:03,020[A ]| Even I will$1$ in$4$ his Praise be heard; 041:03,021[A ]| For$3$ by$4$ his Name my Verse shall be preferred. 041:03,022[A ]| Born like$4$ a Lark upon$4$ this Eagles Wing, 041:03,023[A ]| High as the Spheres, I will$1$ his Triumph sing; 041:03,024[A ]| High as the Head of Fame; Fame, whose exalted Size, 041:03,025[A ]| From the deep Vale extends, up$5$ to$4$ the vaulted Skies: 041:03,026[A ]| A thousand talking Tongues the Monster bears, 041:03,027[A ]| A thousand waking Eyes, and ever open Ears; 041:03,028[A ]| Hourly she stalks, with Huge Gigantic Pace, 041:03,029[A ]| Measuring the Globe, like$4$ Time, with constant Race: 041:03,030[A ]| Yet shall she stay, and bend to$4$ William's Praise: 041:03,031[A ]| Of Him, her thousand Ears shall hear triumphant Lays, 041:03,032[A ]| Of Him, her Tongues shall talk, on$4$ Him her Eyes shall gaze. 041:03,000[' ]| 041:03,033[A ]| But lo, a Change astonishing my Eyes! 041:03,034[A ]| And all around, behold new Objects rise! 041:03,035[A ]| What Forms are these I see? and whence? 041:03,036[A ]| Beings substantial? or does Air condense, 041:03,037[A ]| To$9$ clothe in$4$ visionary Shape my various Thought? 041:03,038[A ]| Are these by$4$ Fancy wrought! 041:03,039[A ]| Can strong Idea's strike so$5#1$ deep the Sense! 041:03,040[A ]| O sacred Poesie! O boundless Power! 041:03,041[A ]| What Wonders dost thou trace, what hidden Worlds explore. 041:03,042[A ]| Through Seas, Earth, Air, and the wide circling Sky, 041:03,043[A ]| What is not sought and seen, by$4$ thy all-piercing Eye! 041:03,000[' ]| 041:03,044[A ]| It was now, when flowery Lawns the Prospect made, 041:03,045[A ]| And flowing Brooks beneath a Forest's shade; 041:03,046[A ]| A Lowing Heifer, Loveliest of the Herd, 041:03,047[A ]| Stood feeding by$5$; while two fierce Bulls prepared 041:03,048[A ]| Their Armed Heads for$4$ Fight; by$4$ Fate of War, to$9$ prove 041:03,049[A ]| The Victor worthy of the Fair One's Love. 041:03,050[A ]| Unthought Presage, of what met next my view! 041:03,051[A ]| For$3$ soon the shady Scene withdrew. 041:03,052[A ]| And now, for$4$ Woods, and Fields, and springing Flowers; 041:03,053[A ]| Behold a Town arise, Bulwarked with Walls, and lofty Towers! 041:03,054[A ]| Two Rival Armies all the Plain overspread, 041:03,055[A ]| Each in$4$ Battalia ranged, and shining Arms arrayed: 041:03,056[A ]| With eager Eyes, beholding both from far, 041:03,057[A ]| Namur, the Prize and Mistress of the War. 041:03,000[' ]| 041:03,058[A ]| Now, Thirst of Conquest, and Immortal Fame, 041:03,059[A ]| Does every Chief and Soldier's Heart inflame. 041:03,060[A ]| Defensive Arms, the Gallic Forces bear; 041:03,061[A ]| While Hardy Britons for$4$ the Storm prepare: 041:03,062[A ]| For$3$ Fortune had with partial Hand, before 041:03,063[A ]| Resigned the Rule to$4$ Gallia's Power. 041:03,064[A ]| High on$4$ a Rock the mighty Fortress stands, 041:03,065[A ]| Founded by$4$ Fate; and wrought by$4$ Nature's Hands. 041:03,066[A ]| A wondrous Task it is the Ascent to$9$ gain, 041:03,067[A ]| Through craggy Cliffs, that$6#1$ strike the Sight with Pain, 041:03,068[A ]| And nod impending Terrors over the Plain. 041:03,069[A ]| To$4$ this, what Dangers Men can add, by$4$ Force, or Skill, 041:03,070[A ]| (And great is Human Force and Wit, in$4$ Ill) 041:03,071[A ]| Are joined; on$4$ every side, wide gaping Engines wait, 041:03,072[A ]| Teeming with Fire, and big with certain Fate; 041:03,073[A ]| Ready to$9$ hurl Destruction from above, 041:03,074[A ]| In$4$ dreadful Roar, mocking the Wrath of Jove. 041:03,075[A ]| Thus fearful, does the Face of adverse Power appear; 041:03,076[A ]| But British Forces are unused to$9$ fear: 041:03,077[A ]| Though thus opposed, they might, if William were not there. 041:03,000[' ]| 041:03,078[A ]| But hark, the Voice of War! Behold the Storm begin! 041:03,079[A ]| The Trumpet's Clangour, speaks in$4$ loud Alarms, 041:03,080[A ]| Mingling shrill Notes, with dreadful Din 041:03,081[A ]| Of Cannons burst, and rattling clash of Arms. 041:03,082[A ]| Clamours from Earth to$4$ Heaven, from Heaven to$4$ Earth rebound, 041:03,083[A ]| Distinction, in$4$ promiscuous Noise is drowned, 041:03,084[A ]| And Echo lost in$4$ one continued Sound. 041:03,085[A ]| Torrents of Fire from Brazen Mouths are sent, 041:03,086[A ]| Followed by$4$ Peals, as if each Pole were rent; 041:03,087[A ]| Such Flames the Gulfs of Tartarus disgorge, 041:03,088[A ]| So$5#2$ vaulted Etna roars from Vulcan's Forge; 041:03,089[A ]| Such were the Peals from thence, such the vast Blaze that$6#1$ broke, 041:03,090[A ]| Reddening with horrid Gloom, the dusky Smoke, 041:03,091[A ]| When the huge Cyclops did with moulding Thunder sweat, 041:03,092[A ]| And Massive Bolts on$4$ repercussive Anvils beat. 041:03,000[' ]| 041:03,093[A ]| Amidst this Rage, behold, where William stands, 041:03,094[A ]| Undaunted, Undismayed! 041:03,095[A ]| With Face serene, dispensing dread Commands; 041:03,096[A ]| Which$6#1$ heard with Awe, are with Delight obeyed. 041:03,097[A ]| A thousand fiery Deaths around him fly; 041:03,098[A ]| And burning Balls hiss harmless by$5$: 041:03,099[A ]| For$3$ every Fire his sacred Head must spare, 041:03,100[A ]| Nor dares the Lightning touch the Laurels there. 041:03,000[A ]| 041:03,101[A ]| Now many a wounded Briton feels the Rage 041:03,102[A ]| Of Missive Fires that$6#1$ fester in$4$ each Limb, 041:03,103[A ]| Which$6#1$ dire Revenge alone has Power to$9$ assuage; 041:03,104[A ]| Revenge makes Danger dreadless seem. 041:03,105[A ]| And now, with desperate Force, and fresh Attack, 041:03,106[A ]| Through obvious Deaths, resistless way they make; 041:03,107[A ]| Raising high Piles of Earth, and heap on$4$ heap they lay, 041:03,108[A ]| And then ascend; resembling thus (as far 041:03,109[A ]| As Race of Men inferior, may) 041:03,110[A ]| The famed Gigantic War. 041:03,111[A ]| When those tall Sons of Earth, did Heaven aspire; 041:03,112[A ]| (A Brave, but impious Fire!) 041:03,113[A ]| Uprooting Hills, with most stupendous Hale, 041:03,114[A ]| To$9$ form the High and Dreadful Scale. 041:03,115[A ]| The Gods, with Horror and Amaze, looked down, 041:03,116[A ]| Beholding Rocks from their firm Basis rent; 041:03,117[A ]| Mountain on$4$ Mountain thrown, 041:03,118[A ]| With threatening hurl, that$6#1$ shook the Ethereal Firmament! 041:03,119[A ]| The Attempt, did Fear in$4$ Heaven create; 041:03,120[A ]| Even Jove desponding sat, 041:03,121[A ]| Till Mars with all his Force collected, stood, 041:03,122[A ]| And poured whole War on$4$ the rebellious Brood; 041:03,123[A ]| Who$6#1$ tumbling Headlong from the Empyreal Skies, 041:03,124[A ]| Overwhelmed those Hills, by$4$ which$6#1$ they thought to$9$ rise. 041:03,125[A ]| Mars, on$4$ the Gods did then his Aid bestow, 041:03,126[A ]| And now in$4$ Godlike William storms, with equal Force below. 041:03,000[' ]| 041:03,127[A ]| Still they proceed, with firm unshaken Pace, 041:03,128[A ]| And hardy Breasts opposed to$4$ Danger's Face. 041:03,129[A ]| With daring Feet, on$4$ springing Mines they tread 041:03,130[A ]| Of secret Sulphur, in$4$ dire Ambush laid. 041:03,131[A ]| Still they proceed; though all beneath, the Labouring Earth 041:03,132[A ]| Trembles to$9$ give the dread Irruptions Birth. 041:03,133[A ]| Through this, through more, through all they go, 041:03,134[A ]| Mounting at last amidst the vanquished Foe. 041:03,135[A ]| See, how they climb, and scale the steepy Walls! 041:03,136[A ]| See, how the Britons rise! see the retiring Gauls! 041:03,137[A ]| Now from the Fort, behold the yielding Flag is spread, 041:03,138[A ]| And William's Banner on$4$ the Breach displayed. 041:03,000[' ]| 041:03,139[A ]| Hark, the triumphant Shouts, from every Voice! 041:03,140[A ]| The Skies with Acclamations Ring! 041:03,141[A ]| Hark, how around, the Hills rejoice, 041:03,142[A ]| And Rocks, reflected Io's Sing! 041:03,143[A ]| Hautboys and Fifes and Trumpets joined, 041:03,144[A ]| Heroic Harmony prepare, 041:03,145[A ]| And charm to$4$ Silence every Wind, 041:03,146[A ]| And glad the late Tormented Air. 041:03,147[A ]| Far, is the sound of Martial Music spread, 041:03,148[A ]| Echoing through all the Gallic Host, 041:03,149[A ]| Whose numerous Troops the dreadful Storm surveyed: 041:03,150[A ]| But they with Wonder, or with Awe, dismayed, 041:03,151[A ]| Unmoved beheld the Fortress lost. 041:03,152[A ]| William, their numerous Troops with Terror filled, 041:03,153[A ]| Such wondrous Charms, can Godlike Valour show! 041:03,154[A ]| Not the winged Perseus, with Petrific Shield 041:03,155[A ]| Of Gorgon's Head, to$4$ more amazement charmed his Foe. 041:03,156[A ]| Nor, when on$4$ soaring Horse he flew, to$9$ aid 041:03,157[A ]| And save from Monster's Rage, the Beauteous Maid; 041:03,158[A ]| Or more Heroic was the Deed; 041:03,159[A ]| Or she to$4$ surer Chains decreed, 041:03,160[A ]| Than was Namur; till now by$4$ William freed. 041:03,000[' ]| 041:03,161[A ]| Descend my Muse, from thy too daring height, 041:03,162[A ]| Descend to$4$ Earth, and ease thy wide stretched Wing; 041:03,163[A ]| For$3$ weary art thou grown, of this unwonted Flight, 041:03,164[A ]| And dost with Pain of Triumphs sing. 041:03,165[A ]| More fit for$4$ thee, resume thy rural Reeds; 041:03,166[A ]| For$4$ War, let more Harmonious Harps be strung: 041:03,167[A ]| Sing thou of Love, and leave Great William's Deeds 041:03,168[A ]| To$4$ Him who$6#1$ sung the Boyne; or Him to$4$ whom he Sung. 041:05,000[' ]| 041:05,000[' ]| 041:05,001[A ]| Let all be hushed, each softest Motion cease, 041:05,002[A ]| Be every loud tumultuous Thought at Peace, 041:05,003[A ]| And every ruder Gasp of Breath 041:05,004[A ]| Be calm, as in$4$ the Arms of Death. 041:05,005[A ]| And thou most fickle, most uneasy Part, 041:05,006[A ]| Thou restless Wanderer, my Heart, 041:05,007[A ]| Be still; gently, ah gently, leave, 041:05,008[A ]| Thou busy, idle thing, to$9$ heave. 041:05,009[A ]| Stir not a Pulse; and let my Blood, 041:05,010[A ]| That$6#2$ turbulent, unruly Flood, 041:05,011[A ]| Be softly stayed: 041:05,012[A ]| Let me be all, but my Attention, dead. 041:05,013[A ]| Go, rest, unnecessary Springs of Life, 041:05,014[A ]| Leave your officious Toil and Strife; 041:05,015[A ]| For$3$ I would hear her Voice, and try 041:05,016[A ]| If it be possible to$9$ die. 041:05,000[' ]| 041:05,017[A ]| Come all ye Love-sick Maids and wounded Swains, 041:05,018[A ]| And listen to$4$ her Healing Strains. 041:05,019[A ]| A wondrous Balm, between her Lips she wears, 041:05,020[A ]| Of Sovereign Force to$9$ soften Cares; 041:05,021[A ]| It is piercing as your Thoughts, and melting as your Tears: 041:05,022[A ]| And this through every Ear she can impart, 041:05,023[A ]| (By$4$ tuneful Breath diffused) to$4$ every Heart. 041:05,024[A ]| Swiftly the gentle Charmer flies, 041:05,025[A ]| And to$4$ the tender Grief soft Air applies, 041:05,026[A ]| Which$6#1$, warbling Mystic Sounds, 041:05,027[A ]| Cements the bleeding Panter's Wounds. 041:05,028[A ]| But ah! beware of clamorous Moan: 041:05,029[A ]| Let no$2$ unpleasing Murmur or harsh Groan, 041:05,030[A ]| Your slighted Loves declare: 041:05,031[A ]| Your very tenderest moving Sighs forbear, 041:05,032[A ]| For$3$ even they will$1$ be too boisterous here. 041:05,033[A ]| Hither let nought but Sacred Silence come, 041:05,034[A ]| And let all saucy Praise be dumb. 041:05,000[' ]| 041:05,035[A ]| And lo! Silence himself is here; 041:05,036[A ]| Methinks I see the Midnight God appear, 041:05,037[A ]| In$4$ all his downy Pomp arrayed, 041:05,038[A ]| Behold the reverend Shade: 041:05,039[A ]| An ancient Sigh he sits upon$4$, 041:05,040[A ]| Whose Memory of Sound is long since gone, 041:05,041[A ]| And purposely annihilated for$4$ his Throne: 041:05,042[A ]| Beneath, two soft transparent Clouds do meet, 041:05,043[A ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ he seems to$9$ sink his softer Feet. 041:05,044[A ]| A melancholy Thought, condensed to$4$ Air, 041:05,045[A ]| Stolen from a Lover in$4$ Despair, 041:05,046[A ]| Like$4$ a thin Mantle, serves to$9$ wrap 041:05,047[A ]| In$4$ Fluid Folds his visionary Shape. 041:05,048[A ]| A Wreath of Darkness round his Head he wears, 041:05,049[A ]| Where curling Mists supply the Want of Hairs: 041:05,050[A ]| While the still Vapours, which$6#1$ from Poppies rise, 041:05,051[A ]| Bedew his hoary Face, and lull his Eyes. 041:05,000[' ]| 041:05,052[A ]| But hark! the heavenly Sphere turns round, 041:05,053[A ]| And Silence now is drowned 041:05,054[A ]| In$4$ Ecstasy of Sound. 041:05,055[A ]| How on$4$ a sudden the still Air is charmed, 041:05,056[A ]| As if all Harmony were just alarmed! 041:05,057[A ]| And every Soul with Transport filled, 041:05,058[A ]| Alternately is thawed and chilled. 041:05,059[A ]| See how the Heavenly Choir 041:05,060[A ]| Come flocking, to$9$ admire, 041:05,061[A ]| And with what Speed and Care, 041:05,062[A ]| Descending Angels cull the thinnest Air! 041:05,063[A ]| Haste then, come all the Immortal Throng, 041:05,064[A ]| And listen to$4$ her Song; 041:05,065[A ]| Leave your loved Mansions, in$4$ the Sky, 041:05,066[A ]| And hither, quickly hither fly; 041:05,067[A ]| Your Loss of Heaven, nor shall you need to$9$ fear, 041:05,068[A ]| While she Sings, it is Heaven here. 041:05,000[' ]| 041:05,069[A ]| See how they crowd, see how the little Cherubs skip! 041:05,070[A ]| While others sit around her Mouth, and sip 041:05,071[A ]| Sweet Hallelujahs from her Lip. 041:05,072[A ]| Those Lips, where in$4$ Surprise of Bliss they rove; 041:05,073[A ]| For$3$ never before did Angels taste 041:05,074[A ]| So$5#1$ exquisite a Feast, 041:05,075[A ]| Of Music and of Love. 041:05,076[A ]| Prepare then, ye Immortal Choir, 041:05,077[A ]| Each sacred Minstrel tune his Lyre, 041:05,078[A ]| And with her Voice in$4$ Chorus join, 041:05,079[A ]| Her Voice, which$6#1$ next to$4$ yours is most Divine. 041:05,080[A ]| Bless the glad Earth with Heavenly Lays, 041:05,081[A ]| And to$4$ that$6#2$ Pitch the eternal Accents raise, 041:05,082[A ]| Which$6#1$ only Breath inspired can reach, 041:05,083[A ]| To$4$ Notes, which$6#1$ only she can learn, and you can teach: 041:05,084[A ]| While we, charmed with the loved Excess, 041:05,085[A ]| Are wrapped in$4$ sweet Forgetfulness 041:05,086[A ]| Of all, of all, but of the present Happiness: 041:05,087[A ]| Wishing forever in$4$ that$6#2$ State to$9$ lie, 041:05,088[A ]| Forever to$9$ be dying so$5#2$, yet never die. 041:06,000[' ]| 041:06,000[' ]| 041:06,001[' ]| So$5#2$ spake the God, and Heavenward took his Flight: 041:06,002[' ]| When Priam from his Chariot did alight; 041:06,003[' ]| Leaving Idaeus there, alone he went 041:06,004[' ]| With Solemn Pace, into Achilles' Tent. 041:06,005[' ]| Heedless, he passed through various Rooms of State, 041:06,006[' ]| Until approaching where the Hero sat; 041:06,007[' ]| There at a Feast, the good old Priam found 041:06,008[' ]| Jove's best beloved, with all his Chiefs around: 041:06,009[' ]| Two only were to$9$ attend his Person placed, 041:06,010[' ]| Automedon and Alcymus; the rest 041:06,011[' ]| At greater Distance, greater State expressed. 041:06,012[' ]| Priam, unseen by$4$ these, his Way pursued, 041:06,013[' ]| And first of all was by$4$ Achilles viewed. 041:06,014[' ]| About his Knees his trembling Arms he cast, 041:06,015[' ]| And agonising grasped and held them fast; 041:06,016[' ]| Then caught his Hands, and kissed and pressed them close, 041:06,017[' ]| Those Hands, the inhuman Authors of his Woes; 041:06,018[' ]| Those Hands, whose unrelenting Force had cost 041:06,019[' ]| Much of his Blood (for$3$ many Sons he lost.) 041:06,020[' ]| But, as a Wretch who$6#1$ has a Murder done, 041:06,021[' ]| And seeking Refuge, does from Justice run; 041:06,022[' ]| Entering some House, in$4$ haste, where he is unknown, 041:06,023[' ]| Creates Amazement in$4$ the Lookers on$5$: 041:06,024[' ]| So$3$ did Achilles gaze, surprised to$9$ see 041:06,025[' ]| The Godlike Priam's Royal Misery; 041:06,026[' ]| All on$4$ each other gazed, all in$4$ surprise 041:06,027[' ]| And mute, yet seemed to$9$ question with their Eyes. 041:06,028[' ]| Till he at length the solemn Silence broke; 041:06,029[' ]| And thus the venerable Suppliant spoke. 041:06,030[B ]| Divine Achilles, at your Feet behold 041:06,031[B ]| A prostrate King, in$4$ Wretchedness grown old: 041:06,032[B ]| Think on$4$ your Father, and then look on$4$ me, 041:06,033[B ]| His hoary Age and helpless Person see; 041:06,034[B ]| So$5#1$ furrowed are his Cheeks, so$5#1$ white his Hairs, 041:06,035[B ]| Such, and so$5#1$ many his declining Years; 041:06,036[B ]| Could you imagine (but that$6#2$ cannot be) 041:06,037[B ]| Could you imagine such, his Misery! 041:06,038[B ]| Yet it may come, when he shall be oppressed, 041:06,039[B ]| And neighbouring Princes lay his Country waste; 041:06,040[B ]| Even at this time perhaps some powerful Foe, 041:06,041[B ]| Who$6#1$ will$1$ no$2$ Mercy, no$2$ Compassion show, 041:06,042[B ]| Entering his Palace, sees him feebly fly, 041:06,043[B ]| And seek Protection, where no$2$ Help is nigh. 041:06,044[B ]| In$4$ vain, he may your fatal Absence mourn, 041:06,045[B ]| And wish in$4$ vain for$4$ your delayed Return; 041:06,046[B ]| Yet, that$3$ he hears you live, is some Relief; 041:06,047[B ]| Some Hopes alleviate his Excess of Grief. 041:06,048[B ]| It glads his Soul to$9$ think, he once may see 041:06,049[B ]| His much-loved Son; would that$6#2$ were granted me! 041:06,050[B ]| But I, most wretched I! of all bereft! 041:06,051[B ]| Of all my Worthy Sons, how few are left! 041:06,052[B ]| Yet fifty goodly Youths I had to$9$ boast, 041:06,053[B ]| When first the Greeks invaded Ilion's Coast: 041:06,054[B ]| Nineteen, the joyful Issue of one Womb, 041:06,055[B ]| Are now, alas! a mournful Tribute to$4$ one Tomb. 041:06,056[B ]| Merciless War, this Devastation wrought, 041:06,057[B ]| And their strong Nerves to$4$ Dissolution brought. 041:06,058[B ]| Still one was left, in$4$ whom was all my Hope, 041:06,059[B ]| My Age's Comfort, and his Country's Prop; 041:06,060[B ]| Hector, my Darling, and my last Defence, 041:06,061[B ]| Whose Life alone, their Deaths could recompense: 041:06,062[B ]| And, to$9$ complete my Store of countless Woe, 041:06,063[B ]| Him you have slain of him bereaved me too! 041:06,064[B ]| For$4$ his sake only, hither am I come; 041:06,065[B ]| Rich Gifts I bring, and Wealth, an endless Sum; 041:06,066[B ]| All to$9$ redeem that$6#2$ fatal Prize you won, 041:06,067[B ]| A worthless Ransom for$4$ so$5#1$ brave a Son. 041:06,068[B ]| Fear the just Gods, Achilles; and on$4$ me 041:06,069[B ]| With Pity look, think you your Father see; 041:06,070[B ]| Such as I am, he is; alone in$4$ this, 041:06,071[B ]| I can no$2$ Equal have in$4$ Miseries; 041:06,072[B ]| Of all Mankind, most wretched and forlorn, 041:06,073[B ]| Bowed with such Weight, as never has been born; 041:06,074[B ]| Reduced to$9$ kneel and pray to$4$ you, from whom 041:06,075[B ]| The Spring and Source of all my Sorrows come; 041:06,076[B ]| With Gifts, to$9$ court mine and my Country's Bane, 041:06,077[B ]| And kiss those Hands, which$6#1$ have my Children slain. 041:06,078[' ]| He spake ~~ 041:06,079[' ]| Now, Sadness over Achilles' Face appears, 041:06,080[' ]| Priam he views, and for$4$ his Father fears; 041:06,081[' ]| That$6#2$, and Compassion melt him into Tears. 041:06,082[' ]| Then, gently with his Hand he put away 041:06,083[' ]| Old Priam's Face, but he, still prostrate lay, 041:06,084[' ]| And there with Tears, and Sighs, afresh begun 041:06,085[' ]| To$9$ mourn the Fall of his ill-fated Son. 041:06,086[' ]| But Passion different ways Achilles turns, 041:06,087[' ]| Now, he Patroclus, now, his Father mourns: 041:06,088[' ]| Thus both with Lamentations filled the Place, 041:06,089[' ]| Till Sorrow seemed to$9$ wear one common Face. 041:07,000[' ]| 041:07,000[' ]| 041:07,001[' ]| Now did the Saffron Morn her Beams display, 041:07,002[' ]| Gilding the Face of Universal Day; 041:07,003[' ]| When mourning Priam to$4$ the Town returned; 041:07,004[' ]| Slowly his Chariot moved, as that$6#2$ had mourned; 041:07,005[' ]| The Mules, beneath the mangled Body go, 041:07,006[' ]| As bearing (now) unusual Weight of Woe. 041:07,007[' ]| To$4$ Pergamus' high top Cassandra flies, 041:07,008[' ]| Thence, she afar the sad Procession spies: 041:07,009[' ]| Her Father and Idaeus first appear, 041:07,010[' ]| Then Hector's Corpse extended on$4$ a Bier; 041:07,011[' ]| At which$6#1$, her boundless Grief loud Cries began, 041:07,012[' ]| And, thus lamenting, through the Streets she ran: 041:07,013[C ]| Hither, ye wretched Trojans, hither all! 041:07,014[C ]| Behold the Godlike Hector's Funeral! 041:07,015[C ]| If ever you went with Joy, to$9$ see him come 041:07,016[C ]| Adorned with Conquest and with Laurels home, 041:07,017[C ]| Assemble now, his Ransomed Body see, 041:07,018[C ]| What once was all your Joy, now all your Misery! 041:07,019[' ]| She spake, and straight the numerous Crowd obeyed, 041:07,020[' ]| Nor Man, nor Woman, in$4$ the City stayed; 041:07,021[' ]| Common Consent of Grief had made them one, 041:07,022[' ]| With clamorous Moan to$4$ Scaea's Gate they run, 041:07,023[' ]| There the loved Body of their Hector meet, 041:07,024[' ]| Which$6#1$ they, with loud and fresh Lamentings, greet. 041:07,025[' ]| His Reverend Mother, and his Tender Wife, 041:07,026[' ]| Equal in$4$ Love, in$4$ Grief had equal Strife: 041:07,027[' ]| In$4$ Sorrow they no$2$ Moderation knew, 041:07,028[' ]| But wildly wailing, to$4$ the Chariot flew; 041:07,029[' ]| There strove the rolling Wheels to$9$ hold, while each 041:07,030[' ]| Attempted first his breathless Corpse to$9$ reach; 041:07,031[' ]| Aloud they beat their Breasts, and tore their Hair, 041:07,032[' ]| Rending around with Shrieks the suffering Air. 041:07,033[' ]| Now had the Throng of People stopped the Way, 041:07,034[' ]| Who$6#1$ would have there lamented all the Day, 041:07,035[' ]| But Priam from his Chariot rose, and spake, 041:07,036[B ]| Trojans enough; Truce with your Sorrows make; 041:07,037[B ]| Give way to$4$ me, and yield the Chariot Room; 041:07,038[B ]| First let me bear my Hector's Body home, 041:07,039[B ]| Then mourn your fill. 041:07,039[' ]| At this the Crowd gave way, 041:07,040[' ]| Yielding, like$4$ Waves of a divided Sea. 041:07,041[' ]| Idaeus to$4$ the Palace drove, then laid, 041:07,042[' ]| With Care, the Body on$4$ a Sumptuous Bed, 041:07,043[' ]| And round about were skilful Singers placed, 041:07,044[' ]| Who$6#1$ wept, and sighed, and in$4$ sad Notes expressed 041:07,045[' ]| Their Moan; All in$4$ a Chorus did agree 041:07,046[' ]| Of Universal, Mournful Harmony. 041:07,047[' ]| When, first, Andromache, her Passion broke, 041:07,048[' ]| And thus (close pressing his pale Cheeks) she spoke. 041:07,000[' ]| 041:07,049[D ]| O my lost Husband! let me ever mourn 041:07,050[D ]| Thy early Fate, and too untimely Urn: 041:07,051[D ]| In$4$ the full Pride of Youth thy Glories fade, 041:07,052[D ]| And thou in$4$ Ashes must with them be laid. 041:07,053[D ]| Why is my Heart thus miserably torn! 041:07,054[D ]| Why am I thus distressed! why thus forlorn! 041:07,055[D ]| Am I that$6#2$ wretched Thing, a Widow left? 041:07,056[D ]| Why do I live, who$6#1$ am of thee bereft! 041:07,057[D ]| Yet I were blest, were I alone undone; 041:07,058[D ]| Alas, my Child! where can an Infant run? 041:07,059[D ]| Unhappy Orphan! thou in$4$ Woes art nursed; 041:07,060[D ]| Why were you born? ~~ I am with Blessings curst! 041:07,061[D ]| For$3$ long before thou shalt be to$4$ Manhood grown, 041:07,062[D ]| Wide Desolation will$1$ lay waste this Town: 041:07,063[D ]| Who$6#2$ is there now that$6#1$ can Protection give, 041:07,064[D ]| Since He, who$6#1$ was her Strength, no$2$ more doth live? 041:07,065[D ]| Who$6#2$ of her Reverend Matrons will$1$ have Care? 041:07,066[D ]| Who$6#2$ save her Children from the Rage of War? 041:07,067[D ]| For$3$ He to$4$ all Father and Husband was, 041:07,068[D ]| And all are Orphans now, and Widows by$4$ his Loss. 041:07,069[D ]| Soon will$1$ the Grecians, now, insulting come, 041:07,070[D ]| And bear us Captives to$4$ their distant Home; 041:07,071[D ]| I, with my Child, must the same Fortune share, 041:07,072[D ]| And all alike, be Prisoners of the War; 041:07,073[D ]| Amongst base-born Wretches he his Lot must have, 041:07,074[D ]| And be to$4$ some inhuman Lord, a Slave. 041:07,075[D ]| Else some avenging Greek, with Fury filled, 041:07,076[D ]| Or for$4$ an only Son, or Father killed 041:07,077[D ]| By$4$ Hector's Hand, on$4$ him will$1$ vent his Rage, 041:07,078[D ]| And with his Blood his Thirsty Grief assuage; 041:07,079[D ]| For$3$ many fell by$4$ his relentless Hand, 041:07,080[D ]| Biting that$6#2$ Ground, which$6#1$ with their Blood was stained. 041:07,081[D ]| Fierce was thy Father (O my Child) in$4$ War, 041:07,082[D ]| And never did his Foe in$4$ Battle spare; 041:07,083[D ]| Thence come these Sufferings, which$6#1$ so$5#1$ much have cost, 041:07,084[D ]| Much Woe to$4$ all, but sure to$4$ me the most. 041:07,085[D ]| I saw him not, when in$4$ the Pangs of Death, 041:07,086[D ]| Nor did my Lips receive his latest Breath; 041:07,087[D ]| Why held he not to$4$ me his dying Hand? 041:07,088[D ]| And why received not I his last Command? 041:07,089[D ]| Something he would have said, had I been there, 041:07,090[D ]| Which$6#1$ I should still in$4$ sad Remembrance bear; 041:07,091[D ]| For$3$ I could never, never Words forget, 041:07,092[D ]| Which$6#1$ Night and Day, I should with Tears repeat. 041:07,093[' ]| She spake, and wept afresh, when all around, 041:07,094[' ]| A general Sigh diffused a mournful Sound. 041:07,095[' ]| Then, Hecuba, who$6#1$ long had been oppressed 041:07,096[' ]| With boiling Passions in$4$ her aged Breast, 041:07,097[' ]| Mingling her Words with Sighs and Tears, begun 041:07,098[' ]| A Lamentation for$4$ her Darling Son. 041:07,000[' ]| 041:07,099[E ]| Hector, my Joy, and to$4$ my Soul more dear 041:07,100[E ]| Than all my other numerous Issue were; 041:07,101[E ]| O my last Comfort, and my best Beloved! 041:07,102[E ]| Thou, at whose Fall, even Jove himself was moved, 041:07,103[E ]| And sent a God his dread Commands to$9$ bear, 041:07,104[E ]| So$5#1$ far thou wert high Heaven's peculiar Care! 041:07,105[E ]| From fierce Achilles' Chains thy Corpse was freed; 041:07,106[E ]| So$5#1$ kind a Fate was for$4$ none else decreed: 041:07,107[E ]| My other Sons, made Prisoners by$4$ his Hands, 041:07,108[E ]| Were sold like$4$ Slaves, and shipped to$4$ foreign Lands. 041:07,109[E ]| Thou too wert sentenced by$4$ his barbarous Doom, 041:07,110[E ]| And dragged, when dead, about Patroclus' Tomb, 041:07,111[E ]| His loved Patroclus, whom thy Hands had slain; 041:07,112[E ]| And yet that$6#2$ Cruelty was urged in$4$ vain, 041:07,113[E ]| Since all could not restore his Life again. 041:07,114[E ]| Now fresh and glowing, even in$4$ Death thou art, 041:07,115[E ]| And fair as he who$6#1$ fell by$4$ Phoebus' Dart. 041:07,116[' ]| Here weeping Hecuba her Passion stayed, 041:07,117[' ]| And Universal Moan again was made; 041:07,118[' ]| When Helen's Lamentation hers supplied, 041:07,119[' ]| And thus, aloud, that$6#2$ fatal Beauty cried. 041:07,000[' ]| 041:07,120[F ]| O Hector, thou wert rooted in$4$ my Heart, 041:07,121[F ]| No$2$ Brother there had half so$5#1$ large a Part: 041:07,122[F ]| Not less than twenty Years are now passed over, 041:07,123[F ]| Since first I landed on$4$ the Trojan Shore; 041:07,124[F ]| Since I with Godlike Paris fled from home; 041:07,125[F ]| (Would I had died before that$6#2$ Day had come!) 041:07,126[F ]| In$4$ all which$6#1$ time (so$5#1$ gentle was thy Mind) 041:07,127[F ]| I never could charge thee with a Deed unkind; 041:07,128[F ]| Not one untender Word, or Look of Scorn, 041:07,129[F ]| Which$6#1$ I too often have from others born. 041:07,130[F ]| But you from their Reproach still set me free, 041:07,131[F ]| And kindly have reproved their Cruelty; 041:07,132[F ]| If by$4$ my Sisters, or the Queen reviled, 041:07,133[F ]| (For$3$ the good King, like$4$ you, was ever mild) 041:07,134[F ]| Your Kindness still has all my Grief beguiled. 041:07,135[F ]| Ever in$4$ Tears let me your Loss bemoan, 041:07,136[F ]| Who$6#1$ had no$2$ Friend alive, but you alone: 041:07,137[F ]| All will$1$ reproach me now, wherever I pass, 041:07,138[F ]| And fly with Horror from my hated Face. 041:07,139[' ]| This said; she wept, and the vast Throng was moved, 041:07,140[' ]| And with a general Sigh her Grief approved. 041:07,141[' ]| When Priam (who$6#1$ had heard the mourning Crowd) 041:07,142[' ]| Rose from his Seat, and thus he spake aloud. 041:07,143[B ]| Cease your Lamentings, Trojans, for$4$ a while, 041:07,144[B ]| And fell down Trees to$9$ build a Funeral Pile; 041:07,145[B ]| Fear not an Ambush by$4$ the Grecians laid, 041:07,146[B ]| For$3$ with Achilles twelve Days Truce I made. 041:07,147[' ]| He spake, and all obeyed as with one Mind, 041:07,148[' ]| Chariots were brought, and Mules and Oxen joined; 041:07,149[' ]| Forth from the City all the People went, 041:07,150[' ]| And nine Days Space was in$4$ that$6#2$ Labour spent; 041:07,151[' ]| The Tenth, a most stupendous Pile they made, 041:07,152[' ]| And on$4$ the Top the Manly Hector laid, 041:07,153[' ]| Then gave it Fire; while all, with weeping Eyes, 041:07,154[' ]| Beheld the rolling Flames and Smoke arise. 041:07,155[' ]| All Night they wept, and all the Night it burned; 041:07,156[' ]| But when the Rosy Morn with Day returned, 041:07,157[' ]| About the Pile the thronging People came, 041:07,158[' ]| And with black Wine quenched the remaining Flame. 041:07,159[' ]| His Brothers then, and Friends searched everywhere, 041:07,160[' ]| And gathering up$5$ his snowy Bones with Care, 041:07,161[' ]| Wept over them; when an Urn of Gold was brought, 041:07,162[' ]| Wrapped in$4$ soft Purple Palls, and richly wrought, 041:07,163[' ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ the Sacred Ashes were interred, 041:07,164[' ]| Then over his Grave a Monument they reared. 041:07,165[' ]| Meantime, strong Guards were placed, and careful Spies, 041:07,166[' ]| To$9$ watch the Grecians, and prevent Surprise. 041:07,167[' ]| The Work once ended, all the vast Resort 041:07,168[' ]| Of mourning People went to$4$ Priam's Court; 041:07,169[' ]| There they refreshed their weary Limbs with Rest, 041:07,170[' ]| Ending the Funeral with a Solemn Feast. 041:09,000[' ]| 041:09,000[' ]| 041:09,001[A ]| Ah! no$7$, it is all in$4$ vain, believe me it is, 041:09,002[A ]| This Pious Artifice. 041:09,003[A ]| Not all these Prayers and Alms can buy 041:09,004[A ]| One Moment toward Eternity. 041:09,005[A ]| Eternity! that$6#2$ boundless Race, 041:09,006[A ]| Which$6#1$ Time himself can never run: 041:09,007[A ]| (Swift, as he flies, with an unwearied Pace,) 041:09,008[A ]| Which$6#1$, when ten thousand, thousand Years are done, 041:09,009[A ]| Is still the same, and still to$9$ be begun. 041:09,010[A ]| Fixed are those Limits, which$6#1$ prescribe 041:09,011[A ]| A short Extent to$4$ the most lasting Breath; 041:09,012[A ]| And though thou couldst for$4$ Sacrifice lay down 041:09,013[A ]| Millions of other Lives to$9$ save thy own, 041:09,014[A ]| It were fruitless all; not all would bribe 041:09,015[A ]| One Supernumerary Gasp from Death. 041:09,000[' ]| 041:09,016[A ]| In$4$ vain is thy inexhausted Store 041:09,017[A ]| Of Wealth, in$4$ vain thy Power; 041:09,018[A ]| Thy Honours, Titles, all must fail, 041:09,019[A ]| Where Piety itself can nought avail. 041:09,020[A ]| The Rich, the Great, the Innocent and Just, 041:09,021[A ]| Must all be huddled to$4$ the Grave, 041:09,022[A ]| With the most Vile and Ignominious Slave, 041:09,023[A ]| And undistinguished lie in$4$ Dust. 041:09,024[A ]| In$4$ vain the Fearful flies Alarms, 041:09,025[A ]| In$4$ vain he is secure from Wounds of Arms, 041:09,026[A ]| In$4$ vain avoids the faithless Seas, 041:09,027[A ]| And is confined to$4$ Home and Ease, 041:09,028[A ]| Bounding his Knowledge, to$9$ extend his Days. 041:09,029[A ]| In$4$ vain are all those Arts we try, 041:09,030[A ]| All our Evasions, and Regret to$9$ die: 041:09,031[A ]| From the Contagion of Mortality, 041:09,032[A ]| No$2$ Clime is pure, no$2$ Air is free: 041:09,033[A ]| And no$2$ Retreat 041:09,034[A ]| Is so$5#1$ Obscure, as to$9$ be hid from Fate. 041:09,000[' ]| 041:09,035[A ]| Thou must, alas! thou must, my Friend; 041:09,036[A ]| (The very Hour thou now dost spend 041:09,037[A ]| In$4$ studying to$9$ avoid, brings on$5$ thy End) 041:09,038[A ]| Thou must forego the dearest Joys of Life; 041:09,039[A ]| Leave the warm Bosom of thy tender Wife, 041:09,040[A ]| And all the much-loved Off-spring of her Womb, 041:09,041[A ]| To$9$ moulder in$4$ the cold Embraces of a Tomb. 041:09,042[A ]| All must be left, and all be lost; 041:09,043[A ]| Thy House, whose stately Structure so$5#1$ much cost, 041:09,044[A ]| Shall not afford 041:09,045[A ]| Room for$4$ the stinking Carcase of its Lord. 041:09,046[A ]| Of all thy pleasant Gardens, Grots and Bowers, 041:09,047[A ]| Thy costly Fruits, thy far-fetched Plants and Flowers, 041:09,048[A ]| Nought shalt thou save; 041:09,049[A ]| Or but a Sprig of Rosemary shalt have, 041:09,050[A ]| To$9$ wither with thee in$4$ the Grave: 041:09,051[A ]| The rest shall live and flourish, to$9$ upbraid 041:09,052[A ]| Their Transitory Master Dead. 041:09,000[' ]| 041:09,053[A ]| Then shall thy long-expecting Heir, 041:09,054[A ]| A joyful Mourning wear: 041:09,055[A ]| And Riot in$4$ the Waste of that$6#2$ Estate 041:09,056[A ]| Which$6#1$ thou hast taken so$5#1$ much Pains to$9$ get. 041:09,057[A ]| All thy hid Stores he shall unfold, 041:09,058[A ]| And set at large thy Captive Gold. 041:09,059[A ]| That$6#2$ precious Wine, condemned by$4$ thee 041:09,060[A ]| To$4$ Vaults and Prisons, shall again be free: 041:09,061[A ]| Buried alive though now it lies, 041:09,062[A ]| Again shall rise, 041:09,063[A ]| Again its sparkling Surface show, 041:09,064[A ]| And free as Element, profusely flow. 041:09,065[A ]| With such high Food he shall set forth his Feasts, 041:09,066[A ]| That$3$ Cardinals shall wish to$9$ be his Guests; 041:09,067[A ]| And pampered Prelates see 041:09,068[A ]| Themselves out-done in$4$ Luxury. 041:10,000[' ]| 041:10,000[' ]| 041:10,001[A ]| BLESS me, it is cold! how chill the Air! 041:10,002[A ]| How naked does the World appear! 041:10,003[A ]| But see (big with the Off-spring of the North) 041:10,004[A ]| The teeming Clouds bring forth: 041:10,005[A ]| A Shower of soft and fleecy Rain 041:10,006[A ]| Falls, to$9$ new-clothe the Earth again. 041:10,007[A ]| Behold the Mountain-Tops, around, 041:10,008[A ]| As if with Fur of Ermines crowned: 041:10,009[A ]| And lo! how by$4$ Degrees 041:10,010[A ]| The universal Mantle hides the Trees, 041:10,011[A ]| In$4$ hoary Flakes, which$6#1$ downward fly, 041:10,012[A ]| As if it were the Autumn of the Sky, 041:10,013[A ]| Whose Fall of Leaf would theirs supply: 041:10,014[A ]| Trembling, the Groves sustain the Weight, and bow 041:10,015[A ]| Like$4$ aged Limbs, which$6#1$ feebly go 041:10,016[A ]| Beneath a venerable Head of Snow. 041:10,000[' ]| 041:10,017[A ]| Diffusive Cold does the whole Earth invade, 041:10,018[A ]| Like$4$ a Disease, through all its Veins it is spread, 041:10,019[A ]| And each late living Stream is numbed and dead. 041:10,020[A ]| Let us melt the frozen Hours, make warm the Air; 041:10,021[A ]| Let cheerful Fires Sol's feeble Beams repair; 041:10,022[A ]| Fill the large Bowl with sparkling Wine; 041:10,023[A ]| Let us drink, till our own Faces shine, 041:10,024[A ]| Till we like$4$ Suns appear, 041:10,025[A ]| To$9$ light and warm the Hemisphere. 041:10,026[A ]| Wine can dispense to$4$ all both Light and Heat, 041:10,027[A ]| They are with Wine incorporate: 041:10,028[A ]| That$6#2$ powerful Juice, with which$6#1$ no$2$ Cold dares mix, 041:10,029[A ]| Which$6#1$ still is fluid, and no$2$ Frost can fix; 041:10,030[A ]| Let that$6#2$ but in$4$ Abundance flow, 041:10,031[A ]| And let it Storm and Thunder, Hail and Snow, 041:10,032[A ]| It is Heaven's Concern; and let it be 041:10,033[A ]| The Care of Heaven still, for$4$ me: 041:10,034[A ]| These Winds, which$6#1$ rend the Oaks and plough the Seas, 041:10,035[A ]| Great Jove can, if he please, 041:10,036[A ]| With one commanding Nod appease. 041:10,000[' ]| 041:10,037[A ]| Seek not to$9$ know tomorrow's Doom; 041:10,038[A ]| That$6#2$ is not ours, which$6#1$ is to$9$ come. 041:10,039[A ]| The present Moment is all our Store: 041:10,040[A ]| The next, should Heaven allow, 041:10,041[A ]| Then this will$1$ be no$2$ more: 041:10,042[A ]| So$3$ all our Life is but one Instant Now. 041:10,043[A ]| Look on$4$ each Day you have past 041:10,044[A ]| To$9$ be a mighty Treasure won: 041:10,045[A ]| And lay each Moment out in$4$ haste; 041:10,046[A ]| We are sure to$9$ live too fast, 041:10,047[A ]| And cannot live too soon. 041:10,048[A ]| Youth does a Thousand Pleasures bring, 041:10,049[A ]| Which$6#1$ from decrepit Age will$1$ fly; 041:10,050[A ]| The Flowers that$6#1$ flourish in$4$ the Spring, 041:10,051[A ]| In$4$ Winter's cold Embraces die. 041:10,000[' ]| 041:10,052[A ]| Now Love, that$6#2$ everlasting Boy, invites 041:10,053[A ]| To$9$ revel while you may, in$4$ soft Delights: 041:10,054[A ]| Now the kind Nymph yields all her Charms, 041:10,055[A ]| Nor yields in$4$ vain to$4$ youthful Arms. 041:10,056[A ]| Slowly she promises at Night to$9$ meet, 041:10,057[A ]| But eagerly prevents the Hour with swifter Feet. 041:10,058[A ]| To$4$ gloomy Groves and obscure Shades she flies, 041:10,059[A ]| There veils the bright Confession of her Eyes. 041:10,060[A ]| Unwillingly she stays, 041:10,061[A ]| Would more unwillingly depart, 041:10,062[A ]| And in$4$ soft Sighs conveys 041:10,063[A ]| The Whispers of her Heart. 041:10,064[A ]| Still she invites and still denies, 041:10,065[A ]| And vows she will$1$ leave you if you are rude; 041:10,066[A ]| Then from her Ravisher she flies, 041:10,067[A ]| But flies to$9$ be pursued: 041:10,068[A ]| If from his Sight she does herself convey, 041:10,069[A ]| With a feigned Laugh she will$1$ herself betray, 041:10,070[A ]| And cunningly instruct him in$4$ the Way. 041:11,000[' ]| 041:11,000[' ]| 041:11,001[A ]| I Looked, and I sighed, and I wished I could speak, 041:11,002[A ]| And very fain would have been at her; 041:11,003[A ]| But when I strove most my great Passion to$9$ break, 041:11,004[A ]| Still then I said least of the Matter. 041:11,000[' ]| 041:11,005[A ]| I swore to$4$ myself, and resolved I would try 041:11,006[A ]| Some way my poor Heart to$9$ recover; 041:11,007[A ]| But that$6#2$ was all vain, for$3$ I sooner could die, 041:11,008[A ]| Than live with forbearing to$9$ love her. 041:11,000[' ]| 041:11,009[A ]| Dear Caelia be kind then; and since your own Eyes 041:11,010[A ]| By$4$ Looks can command Adoration, 041:11,011[A ]| Give mine leave to$9$ talk too, and do not despise 041:11,012[A ]| Those Oglings that$6#1$ tell you my Passion. 041:11,000[' ]| 041:11,013[A ]| We will$1$ look, and we will$1$ love, and though neither should speak 041:11,014[A ]| The Pleasure we will$1$ still be pursuing; 041:11,015[A ]| And so$3$, without Words, I do not doubt we may make 041:11,016[A ]| A very good end of this Wooing. 041:13,000[' ]| 041:13,000[' ]| <1.> 041:13,001[B ]| I Love, and am beloved again, 041:13,002[B ]| Strephon no$2$ more shall sigh in$4$ vain; 041:13,003[B ]| I have tried his Faith, and found him true, 041:13,004[B ]| And all my Coyness bid adieu. 041:13,000[' ]| <2.> 041:13,005[C ]| I love, and am beloved again, 041:13,006[C ]| Yet still my Thyrsis shall complain; 041:13,007[C ]| I am sure he is mine, while I refuse him, 041:13,008[C ]| But when I yield, I fear to$9$ lose him. 041:13,009[B ]| <1.> Men will$1$ grow faint with tedious Fasting. 041:13,010[C ]| <2.> And both will$1$ tire with often Tasting, 041:13,011[C ]| When they find the Bliss not lasting. 041:13,012[B ]| <1.> Love is complete in$4$ kind Possessing. 041:13,013[C ]| <2.> Ah no$7$! ah no$7$! that$6#2$ ends the Blessing. 041:13,000[' ]| 041:13,014[V ]| Then let us beware how far we consent, 041:13,015[V ]| Too soon when we yield, too late we repent; 041:13,016[V ]| It is Ignorance makes Men admire: 041:13,017[V ]| And granting Desire, 041:13,018[V ]| We feed not the Fire, 041:13,019[V ]| But make it more quickly expire. 041:14,000[' ]| 041:14,000[' ]| 041:14,001[A ]| TELL me no$2$ more I am deceived; 041:14,002[A ]| That$3$ Chloe is false and common: 041:14,003[A ]| I always knew (at least believed) 041:14,004[A ]| She was a very Woman; 041:14,005[A ]| As such, I liked, as such, caressed, 041:14,006[A ]| She still was constant when possessed, 041:14,007[A ]| She could do more for$4$ no$2$ Man. 041:14,000[' ]| 041:14,008[A ]| But oh! her Thoughts on$4$ others ran, 041:14,009[A ]| And, that$6#2$, you think a hard thing; 041:14,010[A ]| Perhaps, she fancied you the Man, 041:14,011[A ]| And what care I one Farthing? 041:14,012[A ]| You think she is false, I am sure she is kind; 041:14,013[A ]| I take her Body, you her Mind, 041:14,014[A ]| Who$6#2$ has the better Bargain? 041:15,000[' ]| 041:15,001@a | GRANT me, gentle Love, 041:15,001[A ]| said I, 041:15,002@a | One dear Blessing before I die; 041:15,003@a | Long I have born Excess of Pain, 041:15,004@a | Let me now some Bliss obtain. 041:15,005[A ]| Thus to$4$ Almighty Love I cried, 041:15,006[A ]| When angry, thus the God replied. 041:15,007@b | Blessings greater none can have, 041:15,008@b | Art thou not Amynta's Slave? 041:15,009@b | Cease, fond Mortal, to$9$ implore, 041:15,010@b | For$3$ Love, Love himself is no$2$ more. 041:17,000[' ]| 041:17,000[' ]| 041:17,001[A ]| SEE, see, she wakes, Sabina wakes! 041:17,002[A ]| And now the Sun begins to$9$ rise; 041:17,003[A ]| Less glorious is the Morn that$6#1$ breaks 041:17,004[A ]| From his bright Beams, than her fair Eyes. 041:17,000[' ]| 041:17,005[A ]| With Light united, Day they give, 041:17,006[A ]| But different Fates before Night fulfil: 041:17,007[A ]| How many by$4$ his Warmth will$1$ live! 041:17,008[A ]| How many will$1$ her Coldness kill! 041:18,000[' ]| 041:18,000[' ]| 041:18,000[' ]| 041:18,001[A ]| HARD is the Task, and bold the adventurous Flight 041:18,002[A ]| Of Him, who$6#1$ dares in$4$ Praise of Beauty write; 041:18,003[A ]| For$3$ when to$4$ that$6#2$ high Theme our Thoughts ascend, 041:18,004[A ]| It is to$9$ detract, too poorly to$9$ commend. 041:18,005[A ]| And he, who$6#1$ praising Beauty, does no$2$ wrong, 041:18,006[A ]| May boast to$9$ be successful in$4$ his Song: 041:18,007[A ]| But when the Fair themselves approve his Lays, 041:18,008[A ]| And one accepts, and one vouchsafes to$9$ praise, 041:18,009[A ]| His wide Ambition knows no$2$ farther Bound, 041:18,010[A ]| Nor can his Muse with brighter Fame be crowned. 041:19,000[' ]| 041:19,001[A ]| WERE there on$4$ Earth another Voice like$4$ thine, 041:19,002[A ]| Another Hand so$5#1$ blest with Skill Divine! 041:19,003[A ]| The late afflicted World some Hopes might have, 041:19,004[A ]| And Harmony retrieve thee from the Grave. 041:21,000[A ]| 041:21,000[' ]| 041:21,000[' ]| 041:21,001[A ]| O Harmony, to$4$ thee we sing, 041:21,002[A ]| To$4$ thee the grateful Tribute bring 041:21,003[A ]| Of Sacred Verse, and sweet resounding Lays; 041:21,004[A ]| Thy Aid invoking while thy Power we praise. 041:21,005[A ]| All Hail to$4$ thee 041:21,006[A ]| All-powerful Harmony! 041:21,007[A ]| Wise Nature owns thy undisputed Sway, 041:21,008[A ]| Her wondrous Works resigning to$4$ thy Care; 041:21,009[A ]| The Planetary Orbs thy Rule obey, 041:21,010[A ]| And tuneful roll, unerring in$4$ their way, 041:21,011[A ]| Thy Voice informing each melodious Sphere. 041:21,000[' ]| 041:21,012[X ]| All Hail to$4$ thee 041:21,013[X ]| All-powerful Harmony! 041:21,000[' ]| 041:21,014[A ]| Thy Voice, O Harmony, with awful Sound 041:21,015[A ]| Could penetrate the Abyss profound, 041:21,016[A ]| Explore the Realms of ancient Night, 041:21,017[A ]| And search the living Source of unborn Light. 041:21,018[A ]| Confusion heard thy Voice and fled, 041:21,019[A ]| And Chaos deeper plunged his vanquished Head. 041:21,020[A ]| Then didst thou, Harmony, give Birth 041:21,021[A ]| To$4$ this fair Form of Heaven and Earth; 041:21,022[A ]| Then all those shining Worlds above 041:21,023[A ]| In$4$ Mystic Dance began to$9$ move 041:21,024[A ]| Around the radiant Sphere of Central Fire, 041:21,025[A ]| A never ceasing, never silent Choir. 041:21,000[' ]| 041:21,026[X ]| Confusion heard thy Voice and fled, 041:21,027[X ]| And Chaos deeper plunged his vanquished Head. 041:21,000[' ]| 041:21,028[A ]| Thou only, Goddess, first couldst tell 041:21,029[A ]| The mighty Charms in$4$ Numbers found; 041:21,030[A ]| And didst to$4$ Heavenly Minds reveal 041:21,031[A ]| The secret force of tuneful Sound. 041:21,032[A ]| When first Cyllenius formed the Lyre, 041:21,033[A ]| Thou didst the God inspire; 041:21,034[A ]| When first the vocal Shell he strung, 041:21,035[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ the Muses sung: 041:21,036[A ]| Then first the Muses sung; melodious Strains Apollo played, 041:21,037[A ]| And Music first begun by$4$ thy auspicious Aid. 041:21,038[A ]| Hark, hark, again Urania sings! 041:21,039[A ]| Again Apollo strikes the trembling Strings! 041:21,040[A ]| And see, the listening Deities around 041:21,041[A ]| Attend insatiate, and devour the Sound. 041:21,000[' ]| 041:21,042[X ]| Hark, hark, again Urania sings! 041:21,043[X ]| Again Apollo strikes the trembling Strings! 041:21,044[X ]| And see, the listening Deities around 041:21,045[X ]| Attend insatiate, and devour the Sound. 041:21,000[' ]| 041:21,046[A ]| Descend Urania, Heavenly Fair! 041:21,047[A ]| To$4$ the Relief of this afflicted World repair; 041:21,048[A ]| See how with various Woes oppressed, 041:21,049[A ]| The wretched Race of Men is worn; 041:21,050[A ]| Consumed with Cares, with Doubts distress, 041:21,051[A ]| Or by$4$ conflicting Passions torn. 041:21,052[A ]| Reason in$4$ vain employs her Aid, 041:21,053[A ]| The furious Will$0$ on$4$ Fancy waits; 041:21,054[A ]| While Reason still by$4$ Hopes or Fears betrayed, 041:21,055[A ]| Too late advances or too soon retreats. 041:21,056[A ]| Music alone with sudden Charms can bind 041:21,057[A ]| The wandering Sense, and calm the troubled Mind. 041:21,000[' ]| 041:21,058[X ]| Music alone with sudden Charms can bind 041:21,059[X ]| The wandering Sense, and calm the troubled Mind. 041:21,000[' ]| 041:21,060[A ]| Begin the powerful Song, ye Sacred Nine, 041:21,061[A ]| Your Instruments and Voices join; 041:21,062[A ]| Harmony, Peace, and sweet Desire, 041:21,063[A ]| In$4$ every Breast inspire. 041:21,064[A ]| Revive the melancholy drooping Heart, 041:21,065[A ]| And soft Repose to$4$ restless Thoughts impart. 041:21,066[A ]| Appease the wrathful Mind, 041:21,067[A ]| To$4$ dire Revenge and Death inclined: 041:21,068[A ]| With balmy Sounds his boiling Blood assuage, 041:21,069[A ]| And melt to$4$ mild Remorse his burning Rage. 041:21,070[A ]| It is done; and now tumultuous Passions cease; 041:21,071[A ]| And all is hushed, and all is Peace. 041:21,072[A ]| The weary World with welcome Ease is blest, 041:21,073[A ]| By$4$ Music lulled to$4$ pleasing Rest. 041:21,000[' ]| 041:21,074[X ]| It is done; and now tumultuous Passions cease; 041:21,075[X ]| And all is hushed, and all is Peace. 041:21,076[X ]| The weary World with welcome Ease is blest, 041:21,077[X ]| By$4$ Music lulled to$4$ pleasing Rest. 041:21,000[' ]| 041:21,078[A ]| Ah, sweet Repose, too soon expiring! 041:21,079[A ]| Ah, foolish Man, new Toils requiring! 041:21,080[A ]| Cursed Ambition, Strife pursuing, 041:21,081[A ]| Wakes the World to$4$ War and Ruin. 041:21,082[A ]| See, see, the Battle is prepared! 041:21,083[A ]| Behold the Hero comes! 041:21,084[A ]| Loud Trumpets with shrill Fifes are heard; 041:21,085[A ]| And hoarse resounding Drums. 041:21,086[A ]| War, with discordant Notes and jarring Noise, 041:21,087[A ]| The Harmony of Peace destroys. 041:21,000[' ]| 041:21,088[X ]| War, with discordant Notes and jarring Noise, 041:21,089[X ]| The Harmony of Peace destroys. 041:21,000[' ]| 041:21,090[A ]| See the forsaken Fair, with streaming Eyes 041:21,091[A ]| Her parting Lover mourn; 041:21,092[A ]| She weeps, she sighs, despairs and dies, 041:21,093[A ]| And watchful wastes the lonely livelong Nights, 041:21,094[A ]| Bewailing past Delights 041:21,095[A ]| That$6#1$ may no$2$ more, no$2$ never more return. 041:21,096[A ]| O soothe her Cares 041:21,097[A ]| With softest, sweetest Airs, 041:21,098[A ]| Till Victory and Peace restore 041:21,099[A ]| Her faithful Lover to$4$ her tender Breast, 041:21,100[A ]| Within her folding Arms to$9$ rest, 041:21,101[A ]| Thence never to$9$ be parted more, 041:21,102[A ]| No$7$ never to$9$ be parted more. 041:21,000[' ]| 041:21,103[X ]| Let Victory and Peace restore 041:21,104[X ]| Her faithful Lover to$4$ her tender Breast, 041:21,105[X ]| Within her folding Arms to$9$ rest, 041:21,106[X ]| Thence never to$9$ be parted more, 041:21,107[X ]| No$7$ never to$9$ be parted more. 041:21,000[' ]| 041:21,108[A ]| Enough, Urania, heavenly fair! 041:21,109[A ]| Now to$4$ thy Native Skies repair, 041:21,110[A ]| And rule again the Starry Sphere; 041:21,111[A ]| Cecilia comes, with holy Rapture filled, 041:21,112[A ]| To$9$ ease the World of Care. 041:21,113[A ]| Cecilia, more than all the Muses skilled! 041:21,114[A ]| Phoebus himself to$4$ her must yield, 041:21,115[A ]| And at her Feet lay down 041:21,116[A ]| His Golden Harp and Laurel Crown. 041:21,117[A ]| The soft enervate Lyre is drowned 041:21,118[A ]| In$4$ the deep Organ's more majestic Sound. 041:21,119[A ]| In$4$ Peals the swelling Notes ascend the Skies; 041:21,120[A ]| Perpetual Breath the swelling Notes supplies, 041:21,121[A ]| And lasting as her Name, 041:21,122[A ]| Who$6#1$ formed the tuneful Frame, 041:21,123[A ]| The immortal Music never dies. 041:21,000[' ]| 041:21,124[X ]| Cecilia, more than all the Muses skilled! 041:21,125[X ]| Phoebus himself to$4$ her must yield, 041:21,126[X ]| And at her Feet lay down 041:21,127[X ]| His Golden Harp and Laurel Crown. 041:21,128[X ]| The soft enervate Lyre is drowned 041:21,129[X ]| In$4$ the deep Organ's more majestic Sound. 041:21,130[X ]| In$4$ Peals the swelling Notes ascend the Skies; 041:21,131[X ]| Perpetual Breath the swelling Notes supplies, 041:21,132[X ]| And lasting as her Name, 041:21,133[X ]| Who$6#1$ formed the tuneful Frame, 041:21,134[X ]| The immortal Music never dies. 041:22,000[' ]| 041:22,000[' ]| 041:22,000[' ]| 041:22,001[A ]| AFTER a painful Life in$4$ Study spent, 041:22,002[A ]| The Learned themselves their Ignorance lament; 041:22,003[A ]| And aged Men, whose Lives exceed the Space, 041:22,004[A ]| Which$6#1$ seems the Bound prescribed to$4$ mortal Race, 041:22,005[A ]| With hoary Heads, their short Experience grieve, 041:22,006[A ]| As doomed to$9$ die before they have learned to$9$ live. 041:22,007[A ]| So$5#1$ hard it is true Knowledge to$9$ attain, 041:22,008[A ]| So$5#1$ frail is Life, and fruitless Human Pain! 041:22,009[A ]| Whoever on$4$ this reflects, and then beholds, 041:22,010[A ]| With strict Attention, what this Book unfolds, 041:22,011[A ]| With Admiration struck, shall question Who$6#1$ 041:22,012[A ]| So$5#1$ very long could live, so$5#1$ much to$9$ know? 041:22,013[A ]| For$3$ so$5#1$ complete the finished Piece appears, 041:22,014[A ]| That$3$ Learning seems combined with Length of Years; 041:22,015[A ]| And both improved by$4$ purest Wit, to$9$ reach 041:22,016[A ]| At all that$6#1$ Study, or that$6#1$ Time can teach. 041:22,017[A ]| But to$4$ what height must his Amazement rise! 041:22,018[A ]| When having read the Work, he turns his Eyes 041:22,019[A ]| Again to$9$ view the foremost opening Page, 041:22,020[A ]| And there the Beauty, Sex, and tender Age 041:22,021[A ]| Of Her beholds, in$4$ whose pure Mind arose 041:22,022[A ]| The Ethereal Source from whence this Current flows! 041:22,023[A ]| When Prodigies appear, our Reason fails, 041:22,024[A ]| And Superstition over Philosophy prevails. 041:22,025[A ]| Some heavenly Minister we straight conclude, 041:22,026[A ]| Some Angel-Mind with Female Form endued, 041:22,027[A ]| To$9$ make a short Abode on$4$ Earth, was sent, 041:22,028[A ]| (Where no$2$ Perfection can be permanent) 041:22,029[A ]| And having left her bright Example here, 041:22,030[A ]| Was quick recalled, and bid to$9$ disappear. 041:22,031[A ]| Whether around the Throne, Eternal Hymns 041:22,032[A ]| She Sings, amid the Choir of Seraphims; 041:22,033[A ]| Or some refulgent Star informs, and guides, 041:22,034[A ]| Where she, the blest Intelligence, presides; 041:22,035[A ]| Is not for$4$ us to$9$ know who$6#1$ here remain; 041:22,036[A ]| For$3$ it were as Impious to$9$ inquire, as Vain: 041:22,037[A ]| And all we ought, or can, in$4$ this dark State, 041:22,038[A ]| Is, what we have admired, to$9$ imitate. 041:23,000[' ]| 041:23,000[' ]| 041:23,001[A ]| This peaceful Tomb does now contain 041:23,002[A ]| Father and Son, together laid; 041:23,003[A ]| Whose living Virtues shall remain, 041:23,004[A ]| When they, and this, are quite decayed. 041:23,005[A ]| What Man should be, to$4$ Ripeness grown, 041:23,006[A ]| And finished Worth should do, or shun, 041:23,007[A ]| At full was in$4$ the Father shown; 041:23,008[A ]| What Youth could promise, in$4$ the Son. 041:23,009[A ]| But Death obdurate, both destroyed 041:23,010[A ]| The perfect Fruit, and opening Bud: 041:23,011[A ]| First seized those Sweets we had enjoyed, 041:23,012[A ]| Then robbed us of the coming Good. 041:25,000[' ]| 041:25,001[A ]| If Noble Atticus make splendid Feasts, 041:25,002[A ]| And with expensive Food indulge his Guests; 041:25,003[A ]| His Wealth and Quality support the Treat: 041:25,004[A ]| Nor is it Luxury in$4$ him, but State. 041:25,005[A ]| But when Poor Rutilus spends all he is Worth, 041:25,006[A ]| In$4$ hopes of setting one good Dinner forth; 041:25,007[A ]| It is down-right Madness; for$3$ what greater Jests, 041:25,008[A ]| Than Begging Gluttons, or than Beggars' Feasts? 041:25,009[A ]| But Rutilus is now notorious grown, 041:25,010[A ]| And proves the Common Theme of all the Town. 041:25,011[A ]| A Man, in$4$ his full Tide of youthful Blood, 041:25,012[A ]| Able for$4$ Arms, and for$4$ his Country's good; 041:25,013[A ]| Urged by$4$ no$2$ Power, restrained by$4$ no$2$ Advice, 041:25,014[A ]| But following his own inglorious Choice: 041:25,015[A ]| Amongst common Fencers, practises the Trade, 041:25,016[A ]| That$6#2$ End debasing, for$4$ which$6#1$ Arms were made; 041:25,017[A ]| Arms, which$6#1$ to$4$ Man never-dying Fame afford, 041:25,018[A ]| But his Disgrace is owing to$4$ his Sword. 041:25,019[A ]| Many there are of the same wretched Kind, 041:25,020[A ]| Whom, their despairing Creditors, may find 041:25,021[A ]| Lurking in$4$ Shambles; where with borrowed Coin 041:25,022[A ]| They buy choice Meats, and in$4$ cheap Plenty dine; 041:25,023[A ]| Such, whose sole Bliss, is Eating; who$6#1$ can give 041:25,024[A ]| But that$6#2$ one Brutal Reason why they live. 041:25,025[A ]| And yet what is more ridiculous: Of these, 041:25,026[A ]| The poorest Wretch, is still most hard to$9$ please; 041:25,027[A ]| And he whose thin transparent Rags, declare 041:25,028[A ]| How much, his tattered Fortune wants repair, 041:25,029[A ]| Would ransack every Element, for$4$ Choice 041:25,030[A ]| Of every Fish and Fowl, at any Price; 041:25,031[A ]| If brought from far, it very dear has cost, 041:25,032[A ]| It has a Flavour then, which$6#1$ pleases most, 041:25,033[A ]| And he devours it with a greater Gust. 041:25,034[A ]| In$4$ Riot thus, while Money lasts, he lives, 041:25,035[A ]| And that$6#2$ exhausted, still new Pledges gives; 041:25,036[A ]| Till forced of mere Necessity, to$9$ eat, 041:25,037[A ]| He comes to$9$ pawn his Dish, to$9$ buy his Meat. 041:25,038[A ]| Nothing of Silver, or of Gold he spares, 041:25,039[A ]| Not what his Mother's Sacred Image bears; 041:25,040[A ]| The broken Relic, he with speed devours, 041:25,041[A ]| As he would all the rest of his Ancestors, 041:25,042[A ]| If wrought in$4$ Gold, or if exposed to$4$ Sale, 041:25,043[A ]| They would pay the Price of one Luxurious Meal. 041:25,044[A ]| Thus certain Ruin treads upon$4$ his Heels, 041:25,045[A ]| The Stings of Hunger, soon, and Want he feels; 041:25,046[A ]| And thus is he reduced at length, to$9$ serve 041:25,047[A ]| Fencers, for$4$ miserable Scraps, or starve. 041:25,048[A ]| Imagine now, you see a plenteous Feast: 041:25,049[A ]| The Question is, at whose Expense it is dressed. 041:25,050[A ]| In$4$ great Ventidius, we, the Bounty prize; 041:25,051[A ]| In$4$ Rutilus, the Vanity despise. 041:25,052[A ]| Strange Ignorance! That$3$ the same Man, who$6#1$ knows 041:25,053[A ]| How far yon Mount about this Mole-hill shows, 041:25,054[A ]| Should not perceive a difference as great, 041:25,055[A ]| Between small Incomes and a vast Estate! 041:25,056[A ]| From Heaven, to$4$ Mortals, sure, that$6#2$ Rule was sent, 041:25,057[A ]| Of Know thyself, and by$4$ some God was meant 041:25,058[A ]| To$9$ be our never-erring Pilot here, 041:25,059[A ]| Through all the various Courses, which$6#1$ we steer. 041:25,060[A ]| Thersites, though the most presumptuous Greek, 041:25,061[A ]| Yet durst not for$4$ Achilles Armour speak; 041:25,062[A ]| When scarce Ulysses had a good Pretence, 041:25,063[A ]| With all the advantage of his Eloquence. 041:25,064[A ]| Whoever attempts weak Causes to$9$ support, 041:25,065[A ]| Ought to$9$ be very sure he is able for$4$ it; 041:25,066[A ]| And not mistake strong Lungs and Impudence, 041:25,067[A ]| For$4$ Harmony of Words, and Force of Sense: 041:25,068[A ]| Fools only make Attempts beyond their Skill; 041:25,069[A ]| A Wise Man's Power is the Limit of his Will$0$. 041:25,070[A ]| If Fortune has a Niggard been to$4$ thee, 041:25,071[A ]| Devote thyself to$4$ Thrift, not Luxury; 041:25,072[A ]| And wisely make that$6#2$ kind of Food thy Choice, 041:25,073[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ Necessity confines thy Price. 041:25,074[A ]| Well may they fear some miserable End, 041:25,075[A ]| Whom Gluttony and Want, at once attend; 041:25,076[A ]| Whose large voracious Throats have swallowed All, 041:25,077[A ]| Both Land and Stock, Interest and Principal: 041:25,078[A ]| Well may they fear, at length, vile Pollio's Fate, 041:25,079[A ]| Who$6#1$ sold his very Ring, to$9$ purchase Meat; 041:25,080[A ]| And though a Knight, amongst common Slaves now stands, 041:25,081[A ]| Begging an Alms, with undistinguished Hands. 041:25,082[A ]| Sure sudden Death to$4$ such should welcome be, 041:25,083[A ]| On$4$ whom, each added Year heaps Misery, 041:25,084[A ]| Scorn, Poverty, Reproach and Infamy. 041:25,085[A ]| But there are steps in$4$ Villainy, which$6#1$ these 041:25,086[A ]| Observe to$9$ tread and follow, by$4$ degrees. 041:25,087[A ]| Money they borrow, and from all that$6#1$ lend, 041:25,088[A ]| Which$6#1$, never meaning to$9$ restore, they spend; 041:25,089[A ]| But that$6#2$ and their small Stock of Credit gone, 041:25,090[A ]| Lest Rome should grow too warm, from thence they run: 041:25,091[A ]| For$4$ of late Years it is no$2$ more Scandal grown, 041:25,092[A ]| For$4$ Debt and Roguery to$9$ quit the Town, 041:25,093[A ]| Than in$4$ the midst of Summer's scorching Heat, 041:25,094[A ]| From Crowds, and Noise, and Business to$9$ retreat. 041:25,095[A ]| One only Grief such Fugitives can find: 041:25,096[A ]| Reflecting on$4$ the Pleasures left behind, 041:25,097[A ]| The Plays and loose Diversions of the Place; 041:25,098[A ]| But not one Blush appears for$4$ the Disgrace. 041:25,099[A ]| Never was of Modesty so$5#1$ great a Dearth, 041:25,100[A ]| That$3$ out of Countenance Virtue is fled from Earth; 041:25,101[A ]| Baffled, exposed to$4$ Ridicule and Scorn, 041:25,102[A ]| She is with Astrea gone, not to$9$ return. 041:25,103[A ]| This Day, my Persicus, thou shalt perceive 041:25,104[A ]| Whether, myself I keep those Rules I give, 041:25,105[A ]| Or else, an unsuspected Glutton live; 041:25,106[A ]| If moderate Fare and Abstinence, I prize 041:25,107[A ]| In$4$ public, yet in$4$ private Gormandise. 041:25,108[A ]| Evander's Feast revived, today thou shalt see; 041:25,109[A ]| The poor Evander, I, and thou shalt be 041:25,110[A ]| Alcides and Aeneas both to$4$ me. 041:25,111[A ]| Meantime, I send you now your Bill of Fare; 041:25,112[A ]| Be not surprised, that$3$ it is all homely Cheer: 041:25,113[A ]| For$3$ nothing from the Shambles I provide, 041:25,114[A ]| But from my own small Farm, the tenderest Kid 041:25,115[A ]| And fattest of my Flock, a Suckling yet, 041:25,116[A ]| That$6#1$ never had Nourishment, but from the Teat; 041:25,117[A ]| No$2$ bitter Willow-tops have been its Food, 041:25,118[A ]| Scarce Grass; its Veins have more of Milk than Blood. 041:25,119[A ]| Next that$6#2$, shall Mountain asparagus be laid, 041:25,120[A ]| Pulled by$4$ some plain, but cleanly Country-Maid. 041:25,121[A ]| The largest Eggs, yet warm within the Nest, 041:25,122[A ]| Together with the Hens which$6#1$ laid them, dressed; 041:25,123[A ]| Clusters of Grapes, preserved for$4$ half a Year, 041:25,124[A ]| Which$6#1$, plump and fresh as on$4$ the Vines appear; 041:25,125[A ]| Apples, of a ripe Flavour, fresh and fair; 041:25,126[A ]| Mixed with the Syrian and the Signian Pear, 041:25,127[A ]| Mellowed by$4$ Winter, from their cruder Juice, 041:25,128[A ]| Light of Digestion now, and fit for$4$ use. 041:25,129[A ]| Such Food as this, would have been heretofore 041:25,130[A ]| Accounted Riot, in$4$ a Senator: 041:25,131[A ]| When the good Curius thought it no$2$ Disgrace, 041:25,132[A ]| With his own Hands, a few small Herbs to$9$ dress; 041:25,133[A ]| And from his little Garden, culled a Feast, 041:25,134[A ]| Which$6#1$ fettered Slaves would now disdain to$9$ taste; 041:25,135[A ]| For$3$ scarce a Slave, but has to$4$ Dinner now, 041:25,136[A ]| The well-dressed Paps of a fat pregnant Sow. 041:25,137[A ]| But heretofore it was thought a sumptuous Treat, 041:25,138[A ]| On$4$ Birth-Days, Festivals, or Days of State; 041:25,139[A ]| A salt, dry Flitch of Bacon to$9$ prepare: 041:25,140[A ]| If they had fresh Meat, it was delicious Fare! 041:25,141[A ]| Which$6#1$ rarely happened: And it was highly prized 041:25,142[A ]| If ought was left of what they sacrificed. 041:25,143[A ]| To$4$ Entertainments of this Kind, would come 041:25,144[A ]| The Worthiest and the Greatest Men in$4$ Rome; 041:25,145[A ]| Nay, seldom any at such Treats were seen, 041:25,146[A ]| But those who$6#1$ had at least thrice Consuls been; 041:25,147[A ]| Or the Dictator's Office had discharged, 041:25,148[A ]| And now from Honourable Toil enlarged, 041:25,149[A ]| Retired to$9$ Husband and Manure their Land, 041:25,150[A ]| Humbling themselves to$4$ those they might Command. 041:25,151[A ]| Then might you have seen the good old General haste, 041:25,152[A ]| Before the appointed Hour, to$4$ such a Feast; 041:25,153[A ]| His Spade aloft, as it were in$4$ Triumph held, 041:25,154[A ]| Proud of the Conquest of some stubborn Field. 041:25,155[A ]| It was then, when pious Consuls bore the Sway, 041:25,156[A ]| And Vice discouraged, pale and trembling lay. 041:25,157[A ]| Our Censors then were subject to$4$ the Law, 041:25,158[A ]| Even Power itself, of Justice stood in$4$ awe. 041:25,159[A ]| It was not then, a Roman's anxious Thought, 041:25,160[A ]| Where largest Tortoise-Shells were to$9$ be bought, 041:25,161[A ]| Where Pearls might of the greatest Price be had, 041:25,162[A ]| And shining Jewels to$9$ adorn his Bed, 041:25,163[A ]| That$3$ he at vast Expense might loll his Head. 041:25,164[A ]| Plain was his Couch, and only rich his Mind; 041:25,165[A ]| Contentedly he slept, as cheaply, as he dined. 041:25,166[A ]| The Soldier then, in$4$ Grecian Arts unskilled, 041:25,167[A ]| Returning rich with Plunder, from the Field: 041:25,168[A ]| If Cups of Silver, or of Gold he Brought, 041:25,169[A ]| With Jewels set, and exquisitely wrought, 041:25,170[A ]| To$4$ glorious Trappings, straight the Plate he turned, 041:25,171[A ]| And with the glittering Spoil his Horse adorned; 041:25,172[A ]| Or else a Helmet for$4$ himself he made, 041:25,173[A ]| Where various Warlike Figures were inlaid: 041:25,174[A ]| The Roman Wolf, suckling the Twins was there, 041:25,175[A ]| And Mars himself, armed with his Shield and Spear, 041:25,176[A ]| Hovering above his Crest, did dreadful show, 041:25,177[A ]| As threatening Death, to$4$ each resisting Foe. 041:25,178[A ]| No$2$ use of Silver, but in$4$ Arms was known, 041:25,179[A ]| Splendid they were in$4$ War, and there alone. 041:25,180[A ]| No$2$ Side-boards then, with gilded Plate were dressed, 041:25,181[A ]| No$2$ sweating Slaves, with massive Dishes pressed; 041:25,182[A ]| Expensive Riot was not understood, 041:25,183[A ]| But Earthen Platters held their homely Food. 041:25,184[A ]| Who$6#2$ would not envy them, that$6#2$ Age of Bliss, 041:25,185[A ]| That$6#1$ sees with shame the Luxury of This? 041:25,186[A ]| Heaven unwearied then, did Blessings pour, 041:25,187[A ]| And pitying Jove foretold each dangerous Hour; 041:25,188[A ]| Mankind were then familiar with the God, 041:25,189[A ]| He snuffed their Incense with a gracious Nod; 041:25,190[A ]| And would have still been bounteous, as of Old, 041:25,191[A ]| Had we not left him for$4$ that$6#2$ Idol, Gold. 041:25,192[A ]| His Golden Statues, hence the God have driven: 041:25,193[A ]| For$3$ well he knows, where our Devotion is given, 041:25,194[A ]| It is Gold we Worship, though we pray to$4$ Heaven. 041:25,195[A ]| Woods of our own afforded Tables then, 041:25,196[A ]| Though none can please us now but from Japan. 041:25,197[A ]| Invite my Lord to$9$ Dine, and let him have 041:25,198[A ]| The nicest Dish his Appetite can crave; 041:25,199[A ]| But let it on$4$ an Oaken Board be set, 041:25,200[A ]| His Lordship will$1$ grow sick, and cannot eat: 041:25,201[A ]| Something is amiss, he knows not what to$9$ think, 041:25,202[A ]| Either your Venison is Rank, or ointments stink. 041:25,203[A ]| Order some other Table to$9$ be brought, 041:25,204[A ]| Something, at great Expense in$4$ India bought, 041:25,205[A ]| Beneath whose Orb, large yawning Panthers lie, 041:25,206[A ]| Carved on$4$ rich Pedestals of ivory: 041:25,207[A ]| He finds no$2$ more of that$6#2$ offensive Smell, 041:25,208[A ]| The Meat recovers, and my Lord grows well. 041:25,209[A ]| An Ivory Table is a certain whet; 041:25,210[A ]| You would not think how heartily he will$1$ eat, 041:25,211[A ]| As if new Vigour to$4$ his Teeth were sent, 041:25,212[A ]| By$4$ Sympathy from those of the Elephant. 041:25,213[A ]| But such fine Feeders are no$2$ Guests for$4$ me: 041:25,214[A ]| Riot agrees not with Frugality; 041:25,215[A ]| Then, that$6#2$ unfashionable Man am I, 041:25,216[A ]| With me they would starve, for$4$ want of Ivory: 041:25,217[A ]| For$3$ not one inch does my whole House afford, 041:25,218[A ]| Not in$4$ my very Tables, or Chess-board; 041:25,219[A ]| Of Bone, the Handles of my Knives are made, 041:25,220[A ]| Yet no$2$ ill Taste from thence affects the Blade, 041:25,221[A ]| Or what I carve; nor is there ever left 041:25,222[A ]| Any unsavoury 9Haut-goust from the Haft. 041:25,223[A ]| A hearty Welcome, to$4$ plain wholesome Meat, 041:25,224[A ]| You will$1$ find, but served up$5$ in$4$ no$2$ formal state; 041:25,225[A ]| No$2$ Sewers, nor dexterous Carvers have I got, 041:25,226[A ]| Such as by$4$ skilful Trypherus are taught: 041:25,227[A ]| In$4$ whose famed Schools the various Forms appear 041:25,228[A ]| Of Fishes, Beasts, and all the Fowls of the Air; 041:25,229[A ]| And where, with blunted Knives, his Scholars learn 041:25,230[A ]| How to$9$ dissect, and the nice Joints discern; 041:25,231[A ]| While all the Neighbours are with Noise oppressed, 041:25,232[A ]| From the harsh Carving of his wooden Feast. 041:25,233[A ]| On$4$ me attends a raw unskilful Lad, 041:25,234[A ]| On$4$ Fragments fed, in$4$ homely Garments clad, 041:25,235[A ]| At once my Carver, and my ganymede; 041:25,236[A ]| With diligence he will$1$ serve us while we Dine, 041:25,237[A ]| And in$4$ plain Beechen Vessels, fill our Wine. 041:25,238[A ]| No$2$ Beauteous Boys I keep, from Phrygia brought, 041:25,239[A ]| No$2$ Catamites, by$4$ shameful Panders taught: 041:25,240[A ]| Only to$4$ me two home-bred Youths belong, 041:25,241[A ]| Unskilled in$4$ any but their Mother-Tongue; 041:25,242[A ]| Alike in$4$ Feature both, and Garb appear, 041:25,243[A ]| With honest Faces, though with uncurled Hair. 041:25,244[A ]| This Day thou shalt my Rural Pages see, 041:25,245[A ]| For$3$ I have dressed them both to$9$ wait on$4$ thee. 041:25,246[A ]| Of Country Swains they both were born, and one 041:25,247[A ]| My Ploughman's is, the other my Shepherd's Son; 041:25,248[A ]| A cheerful Sweetness in$4$ his Looks he has, 041:25,249[A ]| And Innocence unartful in$4$ his Face: 041:25,250[A ]| Though sometimes Sadness will$1$ over-cast the Joy, 041:25,251[A ]| And gentle Sighs break from the tender Boy; 041:25,252[A ]| His absence from his Mother, oft he will$1$ mourn, 041:25,253[A ]| And with his Eyes look Wishes to$9$ return. 041:25,254[A ]| Longing to$9$ see his tender Kids, again, 041:25,255[A ]| And feed his Lambs upon$4$ the flowery Plain; 041:25,256[A ]| A modest Blush he wears, not formed by$4$ Art, 041:25,257[A ]| Free from Deceit his Face, and full as free his Heart. 041:25,258[A ]| Such Looks, such Bashfulness, might well adorn 041:25,259[A ]| The Cheeks of Youths that$6#1$ are more Nobly born, 041:25,260[A ]| But Noblemen those humble Graces scorn. 041:25,261[A ]| This Youth, today shall my small Treat attend, 041:25,262[A ]| And only he with Wine shall serve my Friend, 041:25,263[A ]| With Wine from his own Country brought, and made 041:25,264[A ]| From the same Vines, beneath whose fruitful Shade 041:25,265[A ]| He and his wanton Kids have often played. 041:25,266[A ]| But you, perhaps, expect a modish Feast, 041:25,267[A ]| With amorous Songs and wanton Dances graced; 041:25,268[A ]| Where sprightly Females, to$4$ the Middle bare, 041:25,269[A ]| Trip lightly over the Ground, and frisk in$4$ Air; 041:25,270[A ]| Whose pliant Limbs in$4$ various Postures move, 041:25,271[A ]| And twine and bound, as in$4$ the Feat of Love. 041:25,272[A ]| Such Sights, the languid Nerves to$4$ Action stir, 041:25,273[A ]| And jaded Lust springs forward with this Spur. 041:25,274[A ]| Virtue would shrink to$9$ hear this Lewdness told, 041:25,275[A ]| Which$6#1$ Husbands, now, do with their Wives behold; 041:25,276[A ]| A needful Help, to$9$ make them both approve 041:25,277[A ]| The dry Embraces of long-wedded Love. 041:25,278[A ]| In$4$ Nuptial Cinders, this revives the Fire, 041:25,279[A ]| And turns their mutual Loathing to$4$ Desire. 041:25,280[A ]| But she, who$6#1$ by$4$ her Sex's Charter, must 041:25,281[A ]| Have double Pleasure paid, feels double Lust; 041:25,282[A ]| Apace she warms, with an immoderate Heat, 041:25,283[A ]| Strongly her Bosom heaves, and Pulses beat; 041:25,284[A ]| With glowing Cheeks, and trembling Lips she lies, 041:25,285[A ]| With Arms expanded, and with naked Thighs, 041:25,286[A ]| Sucking in$5$ Passion both at Ears and Eyes. 041:25,287[A ]| But this becomes not me, nor my Estate; 041:25,288[A ]| These are the vicious Follies of the Great. 041:25,289[A ]| Let him who$6#1$ does on$4$ Ivory Tables dine, 041:25,290[A ]| Whose Marble Floors, with drunken Spawlings shine; 041:25,291[A ]| Let him lascivious Songs and Dances have, 041:25,292[A ]| Which$6#1$, or to$9$ see, or hear, the lewdest Slave, 041:25,293[A ]| The vilest Prostitute in$4$ all the Stews, 041:25,294[A ]| With bashful Indignation would refuse. 041:25,295[A ]| But Fortune, there, extenuates the Crime; 041:25,296[A ]| What is Vice in$4$ me, is only Mirth in$4$ him: 041:25,297[A ]| The Fruits which$6#1$ Murder, Cards, or Dice afford, 041:25,298[A ]| A Vestal ravished, or a Matron whored, 041:25,299[A ]| Are laudable Diversions in$4$ a Lord. 041:25,300[A ]| But my poor Entertainment is designed 041:25,301[A ]| To$9$ afford you Pleasures of another kind: 041:25,302[A ]| Yet with your Taste your Hearing shall be fed, 041:25,303[A ]| And Homer's Sacred Lines, and Virgil's read; 041:25,304[A ]| Either of whom does all Mankind excel, 041:25,305[A ]| Though which$6#1$ exceeds the other, none can tell. 041:25,306[A ]| It matters not with what ill Tone they are Sung, 041:25,307[A ]| Verse so$5#1$ sublimely good, no$2$ Voice can wrong. 041:25,308[A ]| Now then be all thy weighty Cares away, 041:25,309[A ]| Thy Jealousies and Fears, and while you may 041:25,310[A ]| To$4$ Peace and soft Repose, give all the Day. 041:25,311[A ]| From Thoughts of Debt, or any worldly Ill 041:25,312[A ]| Be free, be all uneasy Passions still. 041:25,313[A ]| What though thy Wife do with the Morning Light, 041:25,314[A ]| (When thou in$4$ vain has toiled and drudged all Night) 041:25,315[A ]| Steal from thy Bed and House, abroad to$9$ roam, 041:25,316[A ]| And having quenched her Flame, come breathless home, 041:25,317[A ]| Flecked in$4$ her Face, and with disordered Hair, 041:25,318[A ]| Her Garments ruffled, and her Bosom bare; 041:25,319[A ]| With Ears still tingling, and her Eyes on$4$ fire, 041:25,320[A ]| Half drowned in$4$ Sin, still burning in$4$ Desire: 041:25,321[A ]| Whilst you are forced to$9$ wink, and seem content, 041:25,322[A ]| Swelling with Passion, which$6#1$ you dare not vent; 041:25,323[A ]| Nay, if you would be free, from Night-alarms, 041:25,324[A ]| You must seem fond, and doting on$4$ her Charms, 041:25,325[A ]| Take her (the last of Twenty) to$4$ your Arms. 041:25,326[A ]| Let this, and every other anxious Thought, 041:25,327[A ]| At the Entrance of my Threshold be forgot; 041:25,328[A ]| All thy Domestic Griefs at home be left, 041:25,329[A ]| The Wife's Adultery, with the Servants' Theft; 041:25,330[A ]| And (the most racking Thought, which$6#1$ can intrude) 041:25,331[A ]| Forget false Friends and their Ingratitude. 041:25,332[A ]| Let us our peaceful Mirth at home begin, 041:25,333[A ]| While Megalensian Shows are in$4$ the circus seen: 041:25,334[A ]| There (to$4$ the Bane of Horses) in$4$ high State 041:25,335[A ]| The Praetor sits, on$4$ a Triumphal Seat; 041:25,336[A ]| Vainly with Ensigns, and with Robes adorned, 041:25,337[A ]| As if with Conquest, from the Wars returned. 041:25,338[A ]| This Day all Rome, (if I may be allowed, 041:25,339[A ]| Without Offence to$4$ such a numerous Crowd, 041:25,340[A ]| To$9$ say all Rome) will$1$ in$4$ the Circus sweat; 041:25,341[A ]| Echoes already do their Shouts repeat: 041:25,342[A ]| Methinks I hear the Cry ~~ Away, away, 041:25,343[A ]| The Green have won the Honour of the Day. 041:25,344[A ]| Oh, should these Sports be but one Year forborne, 041:25,345[A ]| Rome would in$4$ Tears her loved Diversion mourn; 041:25,346[A ]| For$3$ that$6#2$ would now a Cause of sorrow yield, 041:25,347[A ]| Great as the loss of Cannae's fatal Field. 041:25,348[A ]| Such Shows as these, were not for$4$ us designed, 041:25,349[A ]| But vigorous Youth to$4$ active Sports inclined. 041:25,350[A ]| On$4$ Beds of Roses laid, let us repose, 041:25,351[A ]| While round our Heads refreshing Ointment flows; 041:25,352[A ]| Our aged Limbs we will$1$ bask in$4$ Phoebus' Rays, 041:25,353[A ]| And live this Day devoted to$4$ our Ease. 041:25,354[A ]| Early today we will$1$ to$4$ the Bath repair, 041:25,355[A ]| Nor need we now the common censure fear: 041:25,356[A ]| On$4$ Festivals, it is allowed no$2$ Crime 041:25,357[A ]| To$9$ Bathe, and Eat, before the usual time; 041:25,358[A ]| But that$6#2$ continued, would a loathing give, 041:25,359[A ]| Nor could you thus a Week together live: 041:25,360[A ]| For$3$, frequent Use would the Delight exclude: 041:25,361[A ]| Pleasure is a Toil, when constantly pursued. 041:26,000[' ]| 041:26,000[' ]| 041:26,000[' ]| 041:26,001[A ]| BY$4$ this repeated Act of Grace, we see 041:26,002[A ]| Wit is again the Care of Majesty; 041:26,003[A ]| And while thus honoured our proud Stage appears, 041:26,004[A ]| We seem to$9$ rival Ancient Theatres. 041:26,005[A ]| Thus flourished Wit in$4$ our Forefathers' Age, 041:26,006[A ]| And thus the Roman and Athenian Stage. 041:26,007[A ]| Whose Wit is best, we will$1$ not presume to$9$ tell; 041:26,008[A ]| But this we know, our Audience will$1$ excel: 041:26,009[A ]| For$3$ never was in$4$ Rome, nor Athens, seen 041:26,010[A ]| So$5#1$ fair a Circle, and so$5#1$ bright a Queen. 041:26,011[A ]| Long has the Muse's Land been over-cast, 041:26,012[A ]| And many rough and stormy Winters past; 041:26,013[A ]| Hid from the World, and thrown in$4$ Shades of Night, 041:26,014[A ]| Of Heat deprived, and almost void of Light: 041:26,015[A ]| While Wit, a hardy Plant, of Nature bold, 041:26,016[A ]| Has struggled strongly with the killing Cold: 041:26,017[A ]| So$3$ does it still through Opposition grow, 041:26,018[A ]| As if its Root was warmer kept by$4$ Snow: 041:26,019[A ]| But when shot forth, then draws the Danger near, 041:26,020[A ]| On$4$ every side the gathering Winds appear, 041:26,021[A ]| And Blasts destroy that$6#2$ Fruit, which$6#1$ Frosts would spare. 041:26,022[A ]| But now, new Vigour and new Life it knows, 041:26,023[A ]| And Warmth that$6#1$ from this Royal Presence flows. 041:26,024[A ]| O would She shine with Rays more frequent here! 041:26,025[A ]| How Gay would then, this drooping Land appear! 041:26,026[A ]| Then, like$4$ the Sun, with Pleasure she might view, 041:26,027[A ]| The smiling Earth, clothed by$4$ her Beams anew. 041:26,028[A ]| Over all the Meads, should various Flowers be seen 041:26,029[A ]| Mixed with the Laurel's never-fading Green, 041:26,030[A ]| The new Creation of a Gracious Queen. 041:27,000[' ]| 041:27,000[' ]| 041:27,000[' ]| 041:27,001[B ]| WHATEVER future Fate our House may find, 041:27,002[B ]| At present we expect you should be kind: 041:27,003[B ]| Inconstancy itself can claim no$2$ Right, 041:27,004[B ]| Before Enjoyment and the Wedding Night. 041:27,005[B ]| You must be fixed a little before you range, 041:27,006[B ]| You must be true till you have time to$9$ change. 041:27,007[B ]| A Week at least; one Night is sure too soon, 041:27,008[B ]| But we pretend not to$4$ a Honeymoon. 041:27,009[B ]| To$4$ Novelty we know you can be true, 041:27,010[B ]| But what, alas! or who$6#2$, is always new? 041:27,011[B ]| This Day, without Presumption, we pretend 041:27,012[B ]| With Novelty entire you are entertained; 041:27,013[B ]| For$3$ not alone our House and Scenes are new, 041:27,014[B ]| Our Song and Dance, but even our Actors too. 041:27,015[B ]| Our Play itself has something in$4$ it uncommon, 041:27,016[B ]| Two faithful Lovers, and one constant Woman. 041:27,017[B ]| In$4$ sweet Italian Strains our Shepherds sing, 041:27,018[B ]| Of harmless Loves our painted Forests ring 041:27,019[B ]| In$4$ Notes, perhaps less Foreign than the thing. 041:27,020[B ]| To$4$ Sound and Show at first we make pretence, 041:27,021[B ]| In$4$ time we may regale you with some Sense, 041:27,022[B ]| But that$6#2$, at present were too great Expense. 041:27,023[B ]| We only fear the Beaux may think it hard, 041:27,024[B ]| To$9$ be tonight from smutty Jests debarred: 041:27,025[B ]| But in$4$ good Breeding, sure, they will$1$ once excuse, 041:27,026[B ]| Even Modesty, when in$4$ a Stranger Muse. 041:27,027[B ]| The Day is at hand, when we shall shift the Scene, 041:27,028[B ]| And to$4$ your selves show your dear selves again: 041:27,029[B ]| Paint the Reverse of what you have seen today, 041:27,030[B ]| And in$4$ bold Strokes the vicious Town display. 041:29,000[' ]| 041:29,001[B ]| YOU see we try all Shapes, and Shifts, and Arts, 041:29,002[B ]| To$9$ tempt your Favours, and regain your Hearts. 041:29,003[B ]| We weep, and laugh, join Mirth and Grief together, 041:29,004[B ]| Like$4$ Rain and Sunshine mixed, in$4$ April Weather. 041:29,005[B ]| Your different Tastes divide our Poet's Cares: 041:29,006[B ]| One Foot the Sock, the other the Buskin wears: 041:29,007[B ]| Thus while he strives to$9$ please, he is forced to$9$ do it, 041:29,008[B ]| Like$4$ Volscius, Hip-hop, in$4$ a single Boot. 041:29,009[B ]| Critics, he knows, for$3$ this may damn his Books: 041:29,010[B ]| But he makes Feasts for$4$ Friends, and not for$4$ Cooks. 041:29,011[B ]| Though Errant-Knights of late no$2$ Favour find, 041:29,012[B ]| Sure you will$1$ be to$4$ Ladies-Errant kind. 041:29,013[B ]| To$9$ follow Fame, Knights-Errant make Profession: 041:29,014[B ]| We Damsels fly, to$9$ save our Reputation: 041:29,015[B ]| So$3$ they, their Valour show, we, our Discretion. 041:29,016[B ]| To$4$ Lands of Monsters and fierce Beasts they go, 041:29,017[B ]| We, to$4$ those Islands where rich Husbands grow: 041:29,018[B ]| Though they are no$2$ Monsters, we may make them so$5#2$. 041:29,019[B ]| If they are of English Growth, they will$1$ bear it with Patience: 041:29,020[B ]| But save us from a Spouse of Oroonoko's Nations! 041:29,021[B ]| Then bless your Stars, you happy London Wives, 041:29,022[B ]| Who$6#1$ love at large, each Day, yet keep your Lives: 041:29,023[B ]| Nor envy poor Imoinda's doting Blindness, 041:29,024[B ]| Who$6#1$ thought her Husband killed her out of Kindness. 041:29,025[B ]| Death with a Husband never had shown such Charms, 041:29,026[B ]| Had she once died within a Lover's Arms. 041:29,027[B ]| Her Error was from Ignorance proceeding: 041:29,028[B ]| Poor Soul! she wanted some of our Town Breeding. 041:29,029[B ]| Forgive this Indian's Fondness of her Spouse; 041:29,030[B ]| Their Law no$2$ Christian Liberty allows: 041:29,031[B ]| Alas! they make a Conscience of their Vows! 041:29,032[B ]| If Virtue in$4$ a Heathen be a Fault; 041:29,033[B ]| Then damn the Heathen School, where she was taught. 041:29,034[B ]| She might have learnt to$9$ Cuckold, Jilt and Sham, 041:29,035[B ]| Had Covent-Garden been in$4$ Surinam. 041:30,000[' ]| 041:30,000[' ]| 041:30,001[A ]| This Year has been remarkable two ways, 041:30,002[A ]| For$4$ blooming Poets, and for$4$ blasted Plays. 041:30,003[A ]| We have been by$4$ much appearing Plenty mocked, 041:30,004[A ]| At once both tantalised, and over-stocked. 041:30,005[A ]| Our Authors too, by$4$ their Success of late, 041:30,006[A ]| Begin to$9$ think Third Days are out of Date. 041:30,007[A ]| What can the Cause be, that$3$ our Plays will$1$ not keep, 041:30,008[A ]| Unless they have a Rot some Years like$4$ Sheep? 041:30,009[A ]| For$4$ our parts, we confess we are quite ashamed 041:30,010[A ]| To$9$ read such weekly Bills of Poets damned. 041:30,011[A ]| Each Parish knows it is but a mournful Case 041:30,012[A ]| When Christenings fall, and Funerals increase. 041:30,013[A ]| Thus it is, and thus it will$1$ be when we are dead, 041:30,014[A ]| There will$1$ be Writers which$6#1$ will$1$ never be read. 041:30,015[A ]| Why will$1$ you be such Wits, and write such things? 041:30,016[A ]| You are willing to$9$ be Wasps, but want the Stings. 041:30,017[A ]| Let not your Spleen provoke you to$4$ that$6#2$ height, 041:30,018[A ]| 'Odslife you do not know what you do, Sirs, when you write. 041:30,019[A ]| You will$1$ find that$3$ Pegasus has Tricks, when tried, 041:30,020[A ]| Though you make nothing of it but up$5$ and ride; 041:30,021[A ]| Ladies and all, in$4$ faith, now get astride. 041:30,022[A ]| Contriving Characters, and Scenes, and Plots, 041:30,023[A ]| Is grown as common now, as knitting Knots; 041:30,024[A ]| With the same Ease, and Negligence of Thought, 041:30,025[A ]| The charming Play is writ, and Fringe is wrought. 041:30,026[A ]| Though this be frightful, yet we are more afraid, 041:30,027[A ]| When Ladies leave, that$3$ Beaux will$1$ take the Trade: 041:30,028[A ]| Thus far it is well enough, if here it would stop, 041:30,029[A ]| But should they write, we must even shut up$5$ Shop. 041:30,030[A ]| How shall we make this Mode of Writing sink? 041:30,031[A ]| A Mode said I? It is a Disease, I think, 041:30,032[A ]| A stubborn Tetter that$6#1$ is not cured with Ink. 041:30,033[A ]| For$3$ still it spreads, till each the Infection takes, 041:30,034[A ]| And seizes ten, for$4$ one that$6#1$ it forsakes. 041:30,035[A ]| Our Play today is sprung from none of these, 041:30,036[A ]| Nor should you Damn it, though it does not please, 041:30,037[A ]| Since born without the Bounds of your four Seas. 041:30,038[A ]| For$3$ if you grant no$2$ Favour as it is new, 041:30,039[A ]| Yet as a Stranger, there is something due: 041:30,040[A ]| From Rome (to$9$ try its Fate) this Play was sent, 041:30,041[A ]| Start not at Rome, for$3$ there is no$2$ Popery meant; 041:30,042[A ]| Though there the Poet may his Dwelling choose, 041:30,043[A ]| Yet still he knows his Country claims his Muse. 041:30,044[A ]| Hither an Offering his First-born he sends, 041:30,045[A ]| Whose good, or ill Success, on$4$ you depends. 041:30,046[A ]| Yet he has hope some Kindness may be shown, 041:30,047[A ]| As due to$4$ greater Merit than his own, 041:30,048[A ]| And begs the Sire may for$4$ the Son atone. 041:30,049[A ]| There is his last Refuge, if the Play do not take, 041:30,050[A ]| Yet spare young Dryden for$4$ his Father's sake. 041:31,000[' ]| 041:31,001[A ]| THE happy Muse, to$4$ this high Scene preferred, 041:31,002[A ]| Hereafter shall in$4$ loftier Strains be heard; 041:31,003[A ]| And, soaring to$9$ transcend her usual Theme, 041:31,004[A ]| Shall Sing of Virtue and Heroic Fame. 041:31,005[A ]| No$2$ longer shall she toil upon$4$ the Stage, 041:31,006[A ]| And fruitless War with Vice and Folly wage; 041:31,007[A ]| No$2$ more in$4$ mean Disguise she shall appear, 041:31,008[A ]| And Shapes she would reform be forced to$9$ wear: 041:31,009[A ]| While Ignorance and Malice join to$9$ blame, 041:31,010[A ]| And break the Mirror that$6#1$ reflects their Shame. 041:31,011[A ]| Henceforth she shall pursue a nobler Task, 041:31,012[A ]| Show her bright Virgin Face, and scorn the Satyr's Mask. 041:31,013[A ]| Happy her future Days! which$6#1$ are designed 041:31,014[A ]| Alone to$9$ paint the Beauties of the Mind. 041:31,015[A ]| By$4$ just Originals to$9$ draw with Care, 041:31,016[A ]| And Copy from the Court a faultless Fair: 041:31,017[A ]| Such Labours with Success her Hopes may crown, 041:31,018[A ]| And shame to$4$ Manners an incorrigible Town. 041:31,019[A ]| While this Design her eager Thought pursues, 041:31,020[A ]| Such various Virtues all around she views, 041:31,021[A ]| She knows not where to$9$ fix, or which$6#1$ to$9$ choose. 041:31,022[A ]| Yet still ambitious of the daring Flight, 041:31,023[A ]| ONE only awes her with Superior Light. 041:31,024[A ]| From that$6#2$ Attempt the Conscious Muse retires, 041:31,025[A ]| Nor to$4$ Inimitable Worth aspires; 041:31,026[A ]| But secretly Applauds, and silently Admires. 041:31,027[A ]| Hence she reflects upon$4$ the genial Ray 041:31,028[A ]| That$6#1$ first enlivened this Auspicious Day: 041:31,029[A ]| On$4$ that$6#2$ bright Star, to$4$ whose Indulgent Power 041:31,030[A ]| We owe the Blessings of the Present Hour. 041:31,031[A ]| Concurring Omens of propitious Fate 041:31,032[A ]| Bore, with One Sacred Birth, an equal Date: 041:31,033[A ]| Whence we derive whatever we possess, 041:31,034[A ]| By$4$ Foreign Conquest, or Domestic Peace. 041:31,035[A ]| Then, Britain, then thy Dawn of Bliss begun: 041:31,036[A ]| Then broke the Morn that$6#1$ lighted up$5$ this Sun! 041:31,037[A ]| Then was it doomed whose Councils should succeed; 041:31,038[A ]| And by$4$ whose Arm the Christian World be freed; 041:31,039[A ]| Then the fierce Foe was pre-ordained to$9$ yield, 041:31,040[A ]| And then the Battle won at Blenheim's Glorious Field. 041:33,000[' ]| 041:33,000[' ]| 041:33,001[A ]| WHY are those Hours, which$6#1$ Heaven in$4$ pity lent 041:33,002[A ]| To$4$ longing Love, in$4$ fruitless Sorrow spent? 041:33,003[A ]| Why sighs my Fair? Why does that$6#2$ Bosom move 041:33,004[A ]| With any Passion stirred, but rising Love? 041:33,005[A ]| Can Discontent find Place within that$6#2$ Breast, 041:33,006[A ]| On$4$ whose soft Pillows even Despair might rest? 041:33,007[A ]| Divide thy Woes, and give me my sad part, 041:33,008[A ]| I am no$2$ Stranger to$4$ an aching Heart; 041:33,009[A ]| Too well I know the Force of inward Grief, 041:33,010[A ]| And well can bear it, to$9$ give you Relief: 041:33,011[A ]| All Love's severest Pangs I can endure; 041:33,012[A ]| I can bear Pain, though hopeless of a Cure. 041:33,013[A ]| I know what it is to$9$ Weep, and Sigh, and Pray, 041:33,014[A ]| To$9$ wake all Night, yet dread the breaking Day; 041:33,015[A ]| I know what it is to$9$ Wish, and Hope, and all in$4$ vain, 041:33,016[A ]| And meet, for$4$ humble Love, unkind Disdain; 041:33,017[A ]| Anger, and Hate, I have been forced to$9$ bear, 041:33,018[A ]| Nay Jealousy ~~ and I have felt Despair. 041:33,019[A ]| These Pains, for$4$ you, I have been forced to$9$ prove, 041:33,020[A ]| For$4$ cruel you, when I began to$9$ Love. 041:33,021[A ]| Till warm Compassion took at length my part, 041:33,022[A ]| And melted to$4$ my Wish your yielding Heart. 041:33,023[A ]| O the dear Hour, in$4$ which$6#1$ you did resign! 041:33,024[A ]| When round my Neck your willing Arms did twine, 041:33,025[A ]| And, in$4$ a Kiss, you said your Heart was mine. 041:33,026[A ]| Through each returning Year, may that$6#2$ Hour be 041:33,027[A ]| Distinguished in$4$ the Rounds of all Eternity; 041:33,028[A ]| Gay be the Sun, that$6#2$ Hour, in$4$ all his Light, 041:33,029[A ]| Let him collect the Day, to$9$ be more bright, 041:33,030[A ]| Shine all, that$6#2$ Hour, and let the rest be Night. 041:33,031[A ]| And shall I all this Heaven of Bliss receive 041:33,032[A ]| From you, yet not lament to$9$ see you grieve! 041:33,033[A ]| Shall I, who$6#1$ nourished in$4$ my Breast Desire, 041:33,034[A ]| When your cold Scorn, and Frowns forbid the Fire; 041:33,035[A ]| Now, when a mutual Flame you have revealed, 041:33,036[A ]| And the dear Union of our Souls is sealed, 041:33,037[A ]| When all my Joys complete in$4$ you I find, 041:33,038[A ]| Shall I not share the Sorrows of your Mind? 041:33,039[A ]| O tell me, tell me All: whence does arise 041:33,040[A ]| This Flood of Tears? whence are these frequent Sighs? 041:33,041[A ]| Why does that$6#2$ lovely Head, like$4$ a fair Flower 041:33,042[A ]| Oppressed with Drops of a hard-falling Shower, 041:33,043[A ]| Bend with its weight of Grief, and seem to$9$ grow 041:33,044[A ]| Downward to$4$ Earth, and kiss the Root of Woe? 041:33,045[A ]| Lean on$4$ my Breast, and let me fold thee fast, 041:33,046[A ]| Locked in$4$ these Arms, think all thy Sorrows past; 041:33,047[A ]| Or, what remain, think lighter made by$4$ me; 041:33,048[A ]| So$5#2$ I should think, were I so$5#2$ held by$4$ thee. 041:33,049[A ]| Murmur thy Plaints, and gently wound my Ears; 041:33,050[A ]| Sigh on$4$ my Lip, and let me drink thy Tears; 041:33,051[A ]| Join to$4$ my Cheek, thy Cold and Dewy Face, 041:33,052[A ]| And let pale Grief to$4$ glowing Love give place. 041:33,053[A ]| O speak ~~ for$3$ Woe in$4$ Silence most appears; 041:33,054[A ]| Speak, before my Fancy magnify my Fears. 041:33,055[A ]| Is there a Cause, which$6#1$ Words cannot express! 041:33,056[A ]| Can I nor bear a part, nor make it less? 041:33,057[A ]| I know not what to$9$ think ~~ Am I in$4$ Fault? 041:33,058[A ]| I have not, to$4$ my Knowledge, erred in$4$ Thought, 041:33,059[A ]| Nor wandered from my Love, nor would I be 041:33,060[A ]| Lord of the World, to$9$ live deprived of thee. 041:33,061[A ]| You weep a-fresh, and at that$6#2$ Word you start! 041:33,062[A ]| Am I to$9$ be deprived then? ~~ must we part! 041:33,063[A ]| Curse on$4$ that$6#2$ Word so$5#1$ ready to$9$ be spoke, 041:33,064[A ]| For$3$ through my Lips, unmeant by$4$ me, it broke. 041:33,065[A ]| Oh no$7$, we must not, will$1$ not, cannot part, 041:33,066[A ]| And my Tongue talks, unprompted by$4$ my Heart. 041:33,067[A ]| Yet speak, for$3$ my Distraction grows apace, 041:33,068[A ]| And racking Fears, and restless Doubts increase; 041:33,069[A ]| And Fears and Doubts to$4$ Jealousy will$1$ turn, 041:33,070[A ]| The hottest Hell, in$4$ which$6#1$ a Heart can burn. 041:34,000[' ]| 041:34,000[' ]| 041:34,001[A ]| FAIR Amoret is gone astray; 041:34,002[A ]| Pursue and seek her, every Lover; 041:34,003[A ]| I will$1$ tell the Signs, by$4$ which$6#1$ you may 041:34,004[A ]| The wandering Shepherdess discover. 041:34,000[' ]| 041:34,005[A ]| Coquet and Coy at once her Air, 041:34,006[A ]| Both studied, though both seem neglected; 041:34,007[A ]| Careless she is with artful Care, 041:34,008[A ]| Affecting to$9$ seem unaffected. 041:34,000[' ]| 041:34,009[A ]| With skill her Eyes dart every Glance, 041:34,010[A ]| Yet change so$5#1$ soon you would never suspect them; 041:34,011[A ]| For$3$ she would persuade they wound by$4$ chance, 041:34,012[A ]| Though certain Aim and Art direct them. 041:34,000[' ]| 041:34,013[A ]| She likes herself, yet others hates 041:34,014[A ]| For$4$ that$6#2$ which$6#1$ in$4$ herself she prizes; 041:34,015[A ]| And while she Laughs at them, forgets 041:34,016[A ]| She is the Thing that$6#1$ she despises. 041:35,000[' ]| 041:35,001[A ]| WHEN Lesbia first I saw so$5#1$ heavenly Fair, 041:35,002[A ]| With Eyes so$5#1$ bright, and with that$6#2$ awful Air, 041:35,003[A ]| I thought my Heart, which$6#1$ durst so$5#1$ high aspire, 041:35,004[A ]| As bold as his, who$6#1$ snatched Celestial Fire. 041:35,005[A ]| But soon as ever the beauteous Idiot spoke, 041:35,006[A ]| Forth from her Coral Lips such Folly broke, 041:35,007[A ]| Like$4$ Balm the trickling Nonsense healed my Wound, 041:35,008[A ]| And what her Eyes enthralled, her Tongue unbound. 041:37,000[' ]| 041:37,001[A ]| O Sleep! thou Flatterer of happy Minds, 041:37,002[A ]| How soon a troubled Breast thy Falsehood finds! 041:37,003[A ]| Thou common Friend, officious in$4$ thy Aid, 041:37,004[A ]| Where no$2$ Distress is shown, nor Want betrayed: 041:37,005[A ]| But oh, how swift, how sure thou art to$9$ shun 041:37,006[A ]| The Wretch, by$4$ Fortune or by$4$ Love undone! 041:37,007[A ]| Where are thy gentle Dews, thy softer Powers, 041:37,008[A ]| Which$6#1$ used to$9$ wait upon$4$ my Midnight Hours? 041:37,009[A ]| Why dost thou cease thy hovering Wings to$9$ spread, 041:37,010[A ]| With friendly Shade around my restless Bed? 041:37,011[A ]| Can no$2$ Complainings thy Compassion move? 041:37,012[A ]| Is thy Antipathy so$5#1$ strong to$9$ Love! 041:37,013[A ]| O no$7$! thou art the prosperous Lover's Friend, 041:37,014[A ]| And dost uncalled his pleasing Toils attend. 041:37,015[A ]| With equal Kindness, and with rival Charms, 041:37,016[A ]| Thy Slumbers lull him in$4$ his fair One's Arms; 041:37,017[A ]| Or from her Bosom he to$4$ thine retires, 041:37,018[A ]| Where soothe d with Ease, the panting Youth respires, 041:37,019[A ]| Till soft Repose restore his drooping Sense, 041:37,020[A ]| And Rapture is relieved by$4$ Indolence. 041:37,021[A ]| But oh, what Fortune does the Lover bear, 041:37,022[A ]| Forlorn by$4$ thee, and haunted by$4$ Despair! 041:37,023[A ]| From racking Thoughts by$4$ no$2$ kind Slumber freed, 041:37,024[A ]| But painful Nights his joyless Days succeed. 041:37,025[A ]| But why, dull God, do I of thee complain? 041:37,026[A ]| Thou didst not cause, nor canst thou ease my Pain. 041:37,027[A ]| Forgive what my distracting Grief has said, 041:37,028[A ]| I own, unjustly I thy Sloth upbraid. 041:37,029[A ]| For$3$ oft I have thy proffered Aid repelled, 041:37,030[A ]| And my Reluctant Eyes from rest withheld; 041:37,031[A ]| Implored the Muse to$9$ break thy gentle Chains, 041:37,032[A ]| And sung with Philomel my nightly Strains. 041:37,033[A ]| With her I sing, but cease not with her Song, 041:37,034[A ]| For$4$ more enduring Woes my Lays prolong. 041:37,035[A ]| The Morning Lark to$4$ mine accords his Note, 041:37,036[A ]| And tunes to$4$ my Distress his warbling Throat: 041:37,037[A ]| Each setting and each rising Sun I mourn, 041:37,038[A ]| Wailing alike his Absence and Return. 041:37,039[A ]| And all for$4$ thee ~~ What had I well nigh said? 041:37,040[A ]| Let me not name thee, thou too charming Maid. 041:37,041[A ]| No$7$ ~~ as the winged Musicians of the Grove, 041:37,042[A ]| The Associates of my Melody and Love, 041:37,043[A ]| In$4$ moving Sounds alone relate their Pain, 041:37,044[A ]| And not with Voice articulate complain; 041:37,045[A ]| So$3$ shall my Muse my tuneful Sorrows sing, 041:37,046[A ]| And lose in$4$ Air her Name from whom they spring. 041:37,047[A ]| O may no$2$ wakeful Thoughts her Mind molest, 041:37,048[A ]| Soft be her Slumbers, and sincere her Rest: 041:37,049[A ]| For$4$ her, O Sleep, thy balmy Sweets prepare; 041:37,050[A ]| The Peace I lose for$4$ her, to$4$ her transfer. 041:37,051[A ]| Hushed as the falling Dews, whose noiseless Showers 041:37,052[A ]| Impearl the folded Leaves of Evening Flowers, 041:37,053[A ]| Steal on$4$ her Brow: And as those Dews attend, 041:37,054[A ]| Till warned by$4$ waking Day to$9$ re-ascend; 041:37,055[A ]| So$3$ wait thou for$4$ her Morn; then, gently rise, 041:37,056[A ]| And to$4$ the World restore the Day-break of her Eyes. 041:38,000[' ]| 041:38,001[A ]| I Yield, O Kneller, to$4$ superior Skill, 041:38,002[A ]| Thy Pencil triumphs over the Poet's Quill: 041:38,003[A ]| If yet my vanquished Muse exert her Lays, 041:38,004[A ]| It is no$2$ more to$9$ Rival thee, but Praise. 041:38,005[A ]| Oft have I tried, with unavailing Care, 041:38,006[A ]| To$9$ trace some Image of the much-loved Fair; 041:38,007[A ]| But still my Numbers ineffectual proved, 041:38,008[A ]| And rather showed how much, than whom, I loved: 041:38,009[A ]| But thy unerring Hands, with matchless Art, 041:38,010[A ]| Have shewn my Eyes the Impression in$4$ my Heart; 041:38,011[A ]| The bright Idea both exists and lives, 041:38,012[A ]| Such vital Heat thy Genial Pencil gives: 041:38,013[A ]| Whose daring Point, not to$4$ the Face confined, 041:38,014[A ]| Can penetrate the Heart, and paint the Mind. 041:38,015[A ]| Others some faint Resemblance may express, 041:38,016[A ]| Which$6#1$, as it is drawn by$4$ Chance, we find by$4$ Guess. 041:38,017[A ]| Thy Pictures raise no$2$ Doubts, when brought to$4$ View, 041:38,018[A ]| At once they are known, and seem to$9$ know us too. 041:38,019[A ]| Transcendent Artist! How complete thy Skill! 041:38,020[A ]| Thy Power to$9$ act, is equal to$4$ thy Will$0$. 041:38,021[A ]| Nature and Art, in$4$ thee, alike contend, 041:38,022[A ]| Not to$9$ oppose each other, but befriend: 041:38,023[A ]| For$3$ what thy Fancy has with Fire designed, 041:38,024[A ]| Is by$4$ thy Skill, both tempered and refined. 041:38,025[A ]| As in$4$ thy Pictures, Light consents with Shade, 041:38,026[A ]| And, each, to$4$ other is subservient made, 041:38,027[A ]| Judgement and Genius so$5#2$ concur in$4$ thee, 041:38,028[A ]| And both unite in$4$ perfect Harmony. 041:38,029[A ]| But after-Days, my Friend, must do thee right, 041:38,030[A ]| And set thy Virtues in$4$ unenvied Light. 041:38,031[A ]| Fame due to$4$ vast Desert, is kept in$4$ store, 041:38,032[A ]| Unpaid, till the Deserver is no$2$ more. 041:38,033[A ]| Yet, thou, in$4$ present, the best Part hast gained, 041:38,034[A ]| And from the Chosen Few Applause obtained: 041:38,035[A ]| Even He who$6#1$ best could judge and best could praise, 041:38,036[A ]| Has high extolled thee, in$4$ his deathless Lays; 041:38,037[A ]| Even Dryden has immortalised thy Name; 041:38,038[A ]| Let that$6#2$ alone suffice thee, think that$6#2$, Fame. 041:38,039[A ]| Unfit I follow, where he led the way, 041:38,040[A ]| And court Applause, by$4$ what I seem to$9$ pay. 041:38,041[A ]| Myself I praise, while I thy Praise intend, 041:38,042[A ]| For$3$ it is some Virtue, Virtue to$9$ commend: 041:38,043[A ]| And next to$4$ Deeds, which$6#1$ our own Honour raise, 041:38,044[A ]| Is, to$9$ distinguish them who$6#1$ merit Praise. 041:39,000[' ]| 041:39,001[A ]| Thou watchful Taper, by$4$ whose silent Light, 041:39,002[A ]| I lonely pass the melancholy Night; 041:39,003[A ]| Thou faithful Witness of my secret Pain, 041:39,004[A ]| To$4$ whom alone I venture to$9$ complain; 041:39,005[A ]| O learn with me, my hopeless Love to$9$ moan; 041:39,006[A ]| Commiserate a Life so$5#1$ like$5$ thy own. 041:39,007[A ]| Like$4$ thine, my Flames to$4$ my Destruction turn, 041:39,008[A ]| Wasting that$6#2$ Heart, by$4$ which$6#1$ supplied they burn. 041:39,009[A ]| Like$4$ thine, my Joy and Suffering they display, 041:39,010[A ]| At once, are Signs of Life, and Symptoms of Decay, 041:39,011[A ]| And as thy fearful Flames the Day decline, 041:39,012[A ]| And only during Night presume to$9$ shine; 041:39,013[A ]| Their humble Rays not daring to$9$ aspire 041:39,014[A ]| Before the Sun, the Fountain of their Fire: 041:39,015[A ]| So$3$ mine, with conscious Shame, and equal Awe, 041:39,016[A ]| To$4$ Shades obscure and Solitude withdraw; 041:39,017[A ]| Nor dare their Light before her Eyes disclose, 041:39,018[A ]| From whose bright Beams their Being first arose. 041:40,000[' ]| 041:40,000[' ]| 041:40,001[A ]| The Men are armed, and for$4$ the Fight prepare; 041:40,002[A ]| And now we must instruct and arm the Fair. 041:40,003[A ]| Both Sexes, well appointed, take the Field, 041:40,004[A ]| And mighty Love determine which$6#1$ shall yield. 041:40,005[A ]| Man were ignoble, when, thus armed, to$9$ show 041:40,006[A ]| Unequal Force against a naked Foe: 041:40,007[A ]| No$2$ Glory from such Conquest can be gained, 041:40,008[A ]| And Odds are always by$4$ the Brave disdained. 041:40,009[A ]| But, some exclaim, what Frenzy rules your Mind? 041:40,010[A ]| Would you increase the Craft of Woman-kind! 041:40,011[A ]| Teach them new Wiles and Arts! As well you may 041:40,012[A ]| Instruct a Snake to$9$ bite, or Wolf to$9$ prey. 041:40,013[A ]| But, sure, too hard a Censure they pursue, 041:40,014[A ]| Who$6#1$ charge on$4$ all, the Failings of a few. 041:40,015[A ]| Examine, first, impartially each Fair, 041:40,016[A ]| Then, as she merits, or condemn, or spare. 041:40,017[A ]| If Menelaus, and the King of Men, 041:40,018[A ]| With Justice, of their Sister-Wives complain; 041:40,019[A ]| If false Eriphyle forsook her Faith, 041:40,020[A ]| And for$4$ Reward procured her Husband's Death; 041:40,021[A ]| Penelope was Loyal still, and Chaste, 041:40,022[A ]| Though twenty Years her Lord in$4$ Absence passed. 041:40,023[A ]| Reflect how Laodamia's Truth was tried, 041:40,024[A ]| Who$6#1$, though in$4$ Bloom of Youth, and Beauty's Pride, 041:40,025[A ]| To$9$ share her Husband's Fate, untimely died. 041:40,026[A ]| Think how Alceste's Piety was proved, 041:40,027[A ]| Who$6#1$ lost her Life, to$9$ save the Man she loved. 041:40,028[A ]| Receive me, Capaneus, Evadne cried; 041:40,029[A ]| Nor Death itself our Nuptials shall divide: 041:40,030[A ]| To$9$ join thy Ashes, pleased I shall expire. 041:40,031[A ]| She said, and leaped amid the Funeral Fire. 041:40,032[A ]| Virtue herself a Goddess we confess, 041:40,033[A ]| Both Female in$4$ her Name and in$4$ her Dress; 041:40,034[A ]| No$2$ wonder then, if to$4$ her Sex inclined, 041:40,035[A ]| She cultivates with Care a Female Mind. 041:40,036[A ]| But these exalted Souls exceed the Reach 041:40,037[A ]| Of that$6#2$ soft Art, which$6#1$ I pretend to$9$ teach. 041:40,038[A ]| My tender Barque requires a gentle Gale, 041:40,039[A ]| A little Wind will$1$ fill a little Sail. 041:40,040[A ]| Of sportful Loves I sing, and show what Ways 041:40,041[A ]| The willing Nymph must use, her Bliss to$9$ raise, 041:40,042[A ]| And how to$9$ captivate the Man she would please. 041:40,043[A ]| Woman is soft, and of a tender Heart, 041:40,044[A ]| Apt to$9$ receive, and to$9$ retain Love's Dart: 041:40,045[A ]| Man has a Breast robust, and more secure, 041:40,046[A ]| It wounds him not so$5#1$ deep, nor hits so$5#1$ sure. 041:40,047[A ]| Men oft are false; and, if you search with Care, 041:40,048[A ]| You will$1$ find less Fraud imputed to$4$ the Fair. 041:40,049[A ]| The faithless Jason from Medea fled, 041:40,050[A ]| And made Creusa Partner of his Bed. 041:40,051[A ]| Bright Ariadne, on$4$ an unknown Shore, 041:40,052[A ]| Thy Absence, perjured Theseus, did deplore. 041:40,053[A ]| If then, the wild Inhabitants of Air 041:40,054[A ]| Forbore her tender lovely Limbs to$9$ tear, 041:40,055[A ]| It was not owing, Theseus, to$4$ thy Care. 041:40,056[A ]| Enquire the Cause, and let Demophoon tell, 041:40,057[A ]| Why Phillis by$4$ a Fate untimely fell. 041:40,058[A ]| Nine times, in$4$ vain, upon$4$ the promised Day, 041:40,059[A ]| She sought the appointed Shore, and viewed the Sea: 041:40,060[A ]| Her Fall the fading Trees consent to$9$ mourn, 041:40,061[A ]| And shed their Leaves round her lamented Urn. 041:40,062[A ]| The Prince so$5#1$ far for$4$ Piety renowned, 041:40,063[A ]| To$4$ thee, Eliza, was unfaithful found; 041:40,064[A ]| To$4$ thee forlorn, and languishing with Grief, 041:40,065[A ]| His Sword alone he left, thy last Relief. 041:40,066[A ]| Ye ruined Nymphs, shall I the Cause impart 041:40,067[A ]| Of all your Woes? It was want of needful Art. 041:40,068[A ]| Love, of itself, too quickly will$1$ expire; 041:40,069[A ]| But powerful Art perpetuates Desire. 041:40,070[A ]| Women had yet their Ignorance bewailed, 041:40,071[A ]| Had not this Art by$4$ Venus been revealed. 041:40,072[A ]| Before my Sight the Cyprian Goddess shone, 041:40,073[A ]| And thus she said; What have poor Women done? 041:40,074[A ]| Why is that$6#2$ weak, defenceless Sex exposed; 041:40,075[A ]| On$4$ every Side, by$4$ Men well-armed, enclosed? 041:40,076[A ]| Twice are the Men instructed by$4$ thy Muse, 041:40,077[A ]| Nor must she now to$9$ teach the Sex refuse. 041:40,078[A ]| The Bard who$6#1$ injured Helen in$4$ his Song, 041:40,079[A ]| Recanted after, and redressed the Wrong. 041:40,080[A ]| And you, if on$4$ my Favour you depend, 041:40,081[A ]| The Cause of Women, while you live, defend. 041:40,082[A ]| This said, a Myrtle Sprig, which$6#1$ Berries bore, 041:40,083[A ]| She gave me (for$3$ a Myrtle Wreath she wore.) 041:40,084[A ]| The Gift received, my Sense enlightened grew, 041:40,085[A ]| And from her Presence Inspiration drew. 041:40,086[A ]| Attend, ye Nymphs, by$4$ Wedlock unconfined, 041:40,087[A ]| And hear my Precepts, while she prompts my Mind. 041:40,088[A ]| Even now, in$4$ Bloom of Youth, and Beauty's Prime, 041:40,089[A ]| Beware of coming Age, nor waste your Time: 041:40,090[A ]| Now, while you may, and ripening Years invite, 041:40,091[A ]| Enjoy the seasonable, sweet Delight: 041:40,092[A ]| For$3$ rolling Years, like$4$ stealing Waters, glide; 041:40,093[A ]| Nor hope to$9$ stop their ever-ebbing Tide: 041:40,094[A ]| Think not, hereafter will$1$ the Loss repay; 041:40,095[A ]| For$3$ every Morrow will$1$ the Taste decay, 041:40,096[A ]| And leave less Relish than the former Day. 041:40,097[A ]| I have seen the time, when, on$4$ that$6#2$ withered Thorn, 041:40,098[A ]| The blooming Rose vied with the blushing Morn. 041:40,099[A ]| With fragrant Wreaths I thence have decked my Head, 041:40,100[A ]| And see, how leafless now, and how decayed! 041:40,101[A ]| And you, who$6#1$ now the Love-sick Youth reject, 041:40,102[A ]| Will$1$ prove, in$4$ Age, what Pains attend Neglect. 041:40,103[A ]| None, then, will$1$ press upon$4$ your Midnight Hours, 041:40,104[A ]| Nor wake, to$9$ strew your Street with Morning Flowers. 041:40,105[A ]| Then nightly Knockings at your Door will$1$ cease, 041:40,106[A ]| Whose noiseless Hammer, then, may rust in$4$ Peace. 041:40,107[A ]| Alas, how soon a clear Complexion fades! 041:40,108[A ]| How soon a wrinkled Skin plump Flesh invades! 041:40,109[A ]| And what avails it, though the Fair one swears 041:40,110[A ]| She from her Infancy had some grey Hairs? 041:40,111[A ]| She grows all hoary in$4$ a few more Years, 041:40,112[A ]| And then the venerable Truth appears. 041:40,113[A ]| The Snake his Skin, the Deer his Horns may cast, 041:40,114[A ]| And both renew their Youth and Vigour passed: 041:40,115[A ]| But no$2$ Receipt can Human-kind relieve, 041:40,116[A ]| Doomed to$4$ decrepit Age, without Reprieve. 041:40,117[A ]| Then crop the Flower which$6#1$ yet invites your Eye, 041:40,118[A ]| And which$6#1$, ungathered, on$4$ its Stalk must die. 041:40,119[A ]| Besides, the tender Sex is formed to$9$ bear, 041:40,120[A ]| And frequent Births, too soon will$1$ Youth impair: 041:40,121[A ]| Continual Harvest wears the fruitful Field, 041:40,122[A ]| And Earth itself decays, too often tilled. 041:40,123[A ]| Thou didst not, Cynthia, scorn the Latmian Swain; 041:40,124[A ]| Nor thou, Aurora, Cephalus disdain; 041:40,125[A ]| The Paphian Queen, who$6#1$, for$4$ Adonis' Fate, 041:40,126[A ]| So$5#1$ deeply mourned, and who$6#1$ laments him yet, 041:40,127[A ]| Has not been found inexorable since; 041:40,128[A ]| Witness Harmonia, and the Dardan Prince. 041:40,129[A ]| Then take Example, Mortals, from above, 041:40,130[A ]| And like$4$ Immortals live, and like$4$ them love. 041:40,131[A ]| Refuse not those Delights, which$6#1$ Men require, 041:40,132[A ]| Nor let your Lovers languish with Desire. 041:40,133[A ]| False though they prove, what Loss can you sustain? 041:40,134[A ]| Thence let a thousand take, it will$1$ all remain. 041:40,135[A ]| Though constant Use, even Flint and Steel impairs, 041:40,136[A ]| What you employ no$2$ Diminution fears. 041:40,137[A ]| Who$6#2$ would, to$9$ light a Torch, their Torch deny? 041:40,138[A ]| Or who$6#2$ can dread drinking an Ocean dry? 041:40,139[A ]| Still Women lose, you cry, if Men obtain: 041:40,140[A ]| What do they lose, that$6#1$ is worthy to$9$ retain? 041:40,141[A ]| Think not this said to$9$ prostitute the Sex, 041:40,142[A ]| But undeceive whom needless Fears perplex. 041:40,143[A ]| Thus far a gentle Breeze supplies our Sail, 041:40,144[A ]| Now launched to$4$ Sea, we ask a brisker Gale. 041:40,145[A ]| And, first, we treat of Dress. The well-dressed Vine 041:40,146[A ]| Produces plumpest Grapes, and richest Wine; 041:40,147[A ]| And plenteous Crops of golden Grain are found, 041:40,148[A ]| Alone, to$9$ grace well-cultivated Ground. 041:40,149[A ]| Beauty is the Gift of Gods, the Sexes Pride! 041:40,150[A ]| Yet, to$4$ how many, is that$6#2$ Gift denied? 041:40,151[A ]| Art helps a Face; a Face, though heavenly fair, 041:40,152[A ]| May quickly fade for$4$ want of needful Care. 041:40,153[A ]| In$4$ ancient Days, if Women slighted Dress, 041:40,154[A ]| Then Men were ruder too, and liked it less. 041:40,155[A ]| If Hector's Spouse was clad in$4$ stubborn Stuff, 041:40,156[A ]| A Soldier's Wife became it well enough. 041:40,157[A ]| Ajax, to$9$ shield his ample Breast, provides 041:40,158[A ]| Seven lusty Bulls, and tans their sturdy Hides; 041:40,159[A ]| And might not he, do ye think, be well caressed, 041:40,160[A ]| And yet his Wife not elegantly dressed? 041:40,161[A ]| With rude Simplicity Rome first was built, 041:40,162[A ]| Which$6#1$ now we see adorned, and carved, and gilt. 041:40,163[A ]| This Capitol with that$6#2$ of Old compare; 041:40,164[A ]| Some other Jove, you would think, was worshipped there. 041:40,165[A ]| That$6#2$ lofty Pile, where Senates dictate Law, 041:40,166[A ]| When Tatius reigned, was poorly thatched with Straw: 041:40,167[A ]| And where Apollo's Fane refulgent stands, 041:40,168[A ]| Was heretofore a Tract of Pasture-Lands. 041:40,169[A ]| Let ancient Manners other Men delight; 041:40,170[A ]| But me the Modern please, as more Polite. 041:40,171[A ]| Not, that$3$ Materials now in$4$ Gold are wrought, 041:40,172[A ]| And distant Shores for$4$ Orient Pearls are sought; 041:40,173[A ]| Nor for$4$, that$3$ Hills exhaust their Marble Veins, 041:40,174[A ]| And Structures rise whose Bulk the Sea restrains: 041:40,175[A ]| But, that$3$ the World is civilised of late, 041:40,176[A ]| And polished from the Rust of former Date. 041:40,177[A ]| Let not the Nymph with Pendants load her Ear, 041:40,178[A ]| Nor in$4$ Embroidery, or Brocard, appear; 041:40,179[A ]| Too rich a Dress may sometimes check Desire; 041:40,180[A ]| And Cleanliness more animate Love's Fire. 041:40,181[A ]| The Hair disposed, may gain or lose a Grace, 041:40,182[A ]| And much become, or misbecome the Face. 041:40,183[A ]| What suits your Features, of your Glass enquire, 041:40,184[A ]| For$3$ no*one Rule is fixed for$4$ Head-Attire. 041:40,185[A ]| A Face too long should part, and flat the Hair, 041:40,186[A ]| Lest, upward combed, the Length too much appear: 041:40,187[A ]| So$5#2$ Laodamia dressed. A Face too round, 041:40,188[A ]| Should show the Ears, and with a Tour be crowned. 041:40,189[A ]| On$4$ either Shoulder, one, her Locks displays; 041:40,190[A ]| Adorned like$4$ Phoebus, when he sings his Lays: 041:40,191[A ]| Another, all her Tresses ties behind; 041:40,192[A ]| So$5#2$ dressed, Diana hunts the fearful Hind. 041:40,193[A ]| Dishevelled Locks most graceful are to$4$ some; 041:40,194[A ]| Others, the binding Fillets more become: 041:40,195[A ]| Some plait, like$4$ Spiral Shells, their braided Hair, 041:40,196[A ]| Others, the loose and waving Curl prefer. 041:40,197[A ]| But, to$9$ recount the several Dresses worn, 041:40,198[A ]| Which$6#1$ artfully each several Face adorn, 041:40,199[A ]| Were endless, as to$9$ tell the Leaves on$4$ Trees, 041:40,200[A ]| The Beasts on$4$ Alpine Hills, or Hybla's Bees. 041:40,201[A ]| Many there are, who$6#1$ seem to$9$ slight all Care, 041:40,202[A ]| And with a pleasing Negligence ensnare; 041:40,203[A ]| Whole Mornings oft, in$4$ such a Dress are spent, 041:40,204[A ]| And all is Art, that$6#1$ looks like$4$ Accident. 041:40,205[A ]| With such Disorder Iole was graced, 041:40,206[A ]| When great Alcides first the Nymph embraced. 041:40,207[A ]| So$5#2$ Ariadne came to$4$ Bacchus Bed, 041:40,208[A ]| When with the Conqueror from Crete she fled. 041:40,209[A ]| Nature, indulgent to$4$ the Sex, repays 041:40,210[A ]| The Losses they sustain, by$4$ various ways. 041:40,211[A ]| Men ill supply those Hairs they shed in$4$ Age, 041:40,212[A ]| Lost, like$4$ Autumnal Leaves, when North-winds rage. 041:40,213[A ]| Women, with Juice of Herbs, grey Locks disguise, 041:40,214[A ]| And Art gives Colour which$6#1$ with Nature vies. 041:40,215[A ]| The well-wove Tours they wear, their own are thought: 041:40,216[A ]| But only are their own, as what they have bought. 041:40,217[A ]| Nor need they blush to$9$ buy Heads ready dressed, 041:40,218[A ]| And choose, at public Shops, what suits them best. 041:40,219[A ]| Costly Apparel let the Fair one fly, 041:40,220[A ]| Enriched with Gold, or with the Tyrian Dye. 041:40,221[A ]| What Folly must in$4$ such Expense appear, 041:40,222[A ]| When more becoming Colours are less dear? 041:40,223[A ]| One, with a Dye is tinged of lovely Blue; 041:40,224[A ]| Such as, through Air serene, the Sky we view. 041:40,225[A ]| With yellow Lustre see another spread, 041:40,226[A ]| As if the Golden Fleece composed the Thread. 041:40,227[A ]| Some, of the Sea-green Wave the Cast display; 041:40,228[A ]| With this, the Nymphs, their beauteous Forms array: 041:40,229[A ]| And some, the Saffron Hue will$1$ well adorn; 041:40,230[A ]| Such is the Mantle of the blushing Morn. 041:40,231[A ]| Of Myrtle berries, one, the Tincture shows; 041:40,232[A ]| In$4$ this, of Amethysts, the Purple glows, 041:40,233[A ]| And, that$6#2$, more imitates the paler Rose. 041:40,234[A ]| Nor Thracian Cranes forget, whose silvery Plumes 041:40,235[A ]| Give Patterns, which$6#1$ employ the mimic Looms. 041:40,236[A ]| Nor Almond, nor the Chestnut Dye disclaim; 041:40,237[A ]| Nor others, which$6#1$ from Wax derive their Name. 041:40,238[A ]| As Fields you find, with various Flowers overspread, 041:40,239[A ]| When Vineyards bud, and Winter's Frost is fled; 041:40,240[A ]| So$5#1$ various are the Colours you may try, 041:40,241[A ]| Of which$6#1$, the thirsty Wool imbibes the Dye. 041:40,242[A ]| Try every one, what best becomes you, wear; 041:40,243[A ]| For$3$ no$2$ Complexion all alike can bear. 041:40,244[A ]| If fair the Skin, black may become it best, 041:40,245[A ]| In$4$ black the lovely Fair Briseis dressed: 041:40,246[A ]| If brown the Nymph, let her be clothed in$4$ white, 041:40,247[A ]| Andromeda so$5#2$ charmed the wondering Sight. 041:40,248[A ]| I need not warn you of too powerful Smells, 041:40,249[A ]| Which$6#1$, sometimes Health, or kindly Heat expels. 041:40,250[A ]| Nor, from your tender Legs to$9$ pluck with Care 041:40,251[A ]| The casual Growth of all unseemly Hair. 041:40,252[A ]| Though not to$4$ Nymphs of Caucasus I sing, 041:40,253[A ]| Nor such who$6#1$ taste remote the Mysian Spring; 041:40,254[A ]| Yet, let me warn you, that$3$, through no$2$ Neglect, 041:40,255[A ]| You let your Teeth disclose the least Defect. 041:40,256[A ]| You know the Use of white to$9$ make you fair, 041:40,257[A ]| And how, with red, lost Colour to$9$ repair; 041:40,258[A ]| Imperfect Eye-brows you by$4$ Art can mend, 041:40,259[A ]| And Skin, when wanting, over a Scar extend. 041:40,260[A ]| Nor need the Fair One be ashamed, who$6#1$ tries, 041:40,261[A ]| By$4$ Art, to$9$ add new Lustre to$4$ her Eyes. 041:40,262[A ]| A little Book I have made, but with great Care, 041:40,263[A ]| How to$9$ preserve the Face, and how repair. 041:40,264[A ]| In$4$ that$6#2$, the Nymphs, by$4$ Time or Chance annoyed, 041:40,265[A ]| May see, what Pains to$9$ please them I have employed. 041:40,266[A ]| But, still beware, that$3$ from your Lover's Eye 041:40,267[A ]| You keep concealed the Medicines you apply: 041:40,268[A ]| Though Art assists, yet must that$6#2$ Art be hid, 041:40,269[A ]| Lest, whom it would invite, it should forbid. 041:40,270[A ]| Who$6#2$ would not take Offence, to$9$ see a Face 041:40,271[A ]| All daubed, and dripping with the melted Grease? 041:40,272[A ]| And though your Unguents bear the Athenian Name, 041:40,273[A ]| The Wool's unsavoury Scent is still the same. 041:40,274[A ]| Marrow of Stags, nor your Pomatums try, 041:40,275[A ]| Nor clean your furry Teeth, when Men are by$5$; 041:40,276[A ]| For$3$ many things, when done, afford Delight, 041:40,277[A ]| Which$6#1$ yet, while doing, may offend the Sight. 041:40,278[A ]| Even Myro's Statues, which$6#1$ for$4$ Art surpass 041:40,279[A ]| All others, once were but a shapeless Mass; 041:40,280[A ]| Rude was that$6#2$ Gold which$6#1$ now in$4$ Rings is worn, 041:40,281[A ]| As once the Robe you wear was Wool unshorn. 041:40,282[A ]| Think, how that$6#2$ Stone rough in$4$ the Quarry grew, 041:40,283[A ]| Which$6#1$, now, a perfect Venus shows to$4$ View. 041:40,284[A ]| While we suppose you sleep, repair your Face, 041:40,285[A ]| Locked from Observers, in$4$ some secret Place. 041:40,286[A ]| Add the last Hand, before yourselves you show; 041:40,287[A ]| Your need of Art, why should your Lover know? 041:40,288[A ]| For$3$ many things, when most concealed, are best; 041:40,289[A ]| And few, of strict Enquiry, bear the Test. 041:40,290[A ]| Those Figures which$6#1$ in$4$ Theatres are seen, 041:40,291[A ]| Gilded without, are common Wood within. 041:40,292[A ]| But no$2$ Spectators are allowed to$9$ pry, 041:40,293[A ]| Till all is finished, which$6#1$ allures the Eye. 041:40,294[A ]| Yet, I must own, it oft affords Delight, 041:40,295[A ]| To$9$ have the Fair one comb her Hair in$4$ sight; 041:40,296[A ]| To$9$ view the flowing Honours of her Head 041:40,297[A ]| Fall on$4$ her Neck, and over her Shoulders spread. 041:40,298[A ]| But let her look, that$3$ she with Care avoid 041:40,299[A ]| All fretful Humours, while she is so$5#2$ employed; 041:40,300[A ]| Let her not still undo, with peevish Haste, 041:40,301[A ]| All that$6#1$ her Woman does; who$6#1$ does her best. 041:40,302[A ]| I hate a Vixen, that$6#1$ her Maid assails, 041:40,303[A ]| And scratches with her Bodkin, or her Nails; 041:40,304[A ]| While the poor Girl in$4$ Blood and Tears must mourn, 041:40,305[A ]| And her Heart curses, what her Hands adorn. 041:40,306[A ]| Let her who$6#1$ has no$2$ Hair, or has but some, 041:40,307[A ]| Plant sentinels before her Dressing-Room: 041:40,308[A ]| Or in$4$ the Fane of the good Goddess dress, 041:40,309[A ]| Where all the Male-kind are debarred Access. 041:40,310[A ]| It is said, that$3$ I (but it is a Tale devised) 041:40,311[A ]| A Lady at her Toilet once surprised; 041:40,312[A ]| Who$6#1$ starting, snatched in$4$ haste the Tour she wore, 041:40,313[A ]| And in$4$ her hurry, placed the hinder Part before. 041:40,314[A ]| But on$4$ our Foes fall every such Disgrace, 041:40,315[A ]| Or barbarous Beauties of the Parthian Race. 041:40,316[A ]| Ungraceful it is to$9$ see without a Horn, 041:40,317[A ]| The lofty Hart, whom Branches best adorn; 041:40,318[A ]| A Leafless Tree, or an unverdant Mead; 041:40,319[A ]| And as ungraceful is a hair-less Head. 041:40,320[A ]| But think not, these Instructions are designed 041:40,321[A ]| For$4$ first-rate Beauties, of the finished Kind: 041:40,322[A ]| Not to$4$ a Semele, or Leda bright, 041:40,323[A ]| Nor an Europa, these my Rules I write; 041:40,324[A ]| Nor the fair Helen do I teach, whose Charms 041:40,325[A ]| Stirred up$5$ Atrides, and all Greece, to$4$ Arms: 041:40,326[A ]| Thee to$9$ regain, well was that$6#2$ War begun, 041:40,327[A ]| And Paris well defended what he won; 041:40,328[A ]| What Lover, and what Husband, would not fight 041:40,329[A ]| In$4$ such a Cause, where both are in$4$ the right? 041:40,330[A ]| The Crowd, I teach, some homely, and some fair; 041:40,331[A ]| But of the former Sort, the larger Share. 041:40,332[A ]| The handsome, least require the Help of Art, 041:40,333[A ]| Rich in$4$ themselves, and pleased with Nature's Part. 041:40,334[A ]| When calm the Sea, at ease the Pilot lies, 041:40,335[A ]| But all his Skill exerts when Storms arise. 041:40,336[A ]| Faults in$4$ your Person, or your Face, correct; 041:40,337[A ]| And few are seen that$6#1$ have not some Defect. 041:40,338[A ]| The Nymph too short, her Seat should seldom quit, 041:40,339[A ]| Lest, when she stands, she may be thought to$9$ sit; 041:40,340[A ]| And when extended on$4$ her Couch she lies, 041:40,341[A ]| Let Length of Petticoats conceal her Size. 041:40,342[A ]| The Lean, of thick-wrought Stuff her Clothes should choose, 041:40,343[A ]| And fuller made, than what the Plumper use. 041:40,344[A ]| If Pale, let her the Crimson Juice apply; 041:40,345[A ]| If Swarthy, to$4$ the Pharian Varnish fly. 041:40,346[A ]| A Leg too lank, tight Garters still must wear; 041:40,347[A ]| Nor should an ill-shaped Foot be ever bare. 041:40,348[A ]| Round Shoulders, bolstered, will$1$ appear the least; 041:40,349[A ]| And lacing strait, confines too full a Breast. 041:40,350[A ]| Whose Fingers are too fat, and Nails too coarse, 041:40,351[A ]| Should always shun much Gesture in$4$ Discourse. 041:40,352[A ]| And you, whose Breath is touched, this Caution take, 041:40,353[A ]| Nor fasting, nor too near another speak. 041:40,354[A ]| Let not the Nymph with Laughter much abound, 041:40,355[A ]| Whose Teeth are black, uneven, or unsound. 041:40,356[A ]| You hardly think how much on$4$ this depends, 041:40,357[A ]| And how a Laugh, or spoils a Face, or mends. 041:40,358[A ]| Gape not too wide, lest you disclose your Gums, 041:40,359[A ]| And lose the Dimple which$6#1$ the Cheek becomes. 041:40,360[A ]| Nor let your Sides too strong Concussions shake, 041:40,361[A ]| Lest you the Softness of the Sex forsake. 041:40,362[A ]| In$4$ some, Distortions quite the Face disguise; 041:40,363[A ]| Another laughs, that$3$ you would think she cries. 041:40,364[A ]| In$4$ one, too hoarse a Voice we hear betrayed, 041:40,365[A ]| Another's is as harsh as if she brayed. 041:40,366[A ]| What cannot Art attain! Many, with ease, 041:40,367[A ]| Have learned to weep, both when and how they please. 041:40,368[A ]| Others, through Affectation, lisp, and find, 041:40,369[A ]| In$4$ Imperfection, Charms to$9$ catch Mankind. 041:40,370[A ]| Neglect no$2$ Means which$6#1$ may promote your Ends; 041:40,371[A ]| Now learn what way of Walking recommends. 041:40,372[A ]| Too Masculine a Motion shocks the Sight; 041:40,373[A ]| But Female Grace allures with strange Delight. 041:40,374[A ]| One has an artful Swing and Jut behind, 041:40,375[A ]| Which$6#1$ helps her Coats to$9$ catch the swelling Wind; 041:40,376[A ]| Swelled with the wanton Wind, they loosely flow, 041:40,377[A ]| And every Step and graceful Motion show. 041:40,378[A ]| Another, like$4$ an Umbrian's sturdy Spouse, 041:40,379[A ]| Strides all the Space her Petticoat allows. 041:40,380[A ]| Between Extremes, in$4$ this, a Mean adjust, 041:40,381[A ]| Nor show too nice a Gait, nor too robust. 041:40,382[A ]| If, snowy white your Neck, you still should wear 041:40,383[A ]| That$6#2$, and the Shoulder of the left Arm, bare. 041:40,384[A ]| Such Sights never fail to$9$ fire my amorous Heart, 041:40,385[A ]| And make me pant to$9$ kiss the naked Part. 041:40,386[A ]| Sirens, though Monsters of the stormy Main, 041:40,387[A ]| Can Ships, when under Sail, with Songs, detain: 041:40,388[A ]| Scarce could Ulysses by$4$ his Friends be bound, 041:40,389[A ]| When first he listened to$4$ the charming Sound. 041:40,390[A ]| Singing insinuates: Learn, all ye Maids; 041:40,391[A ]| Oft, when a Face forbids, a Voice persuades: 041:40,392[A ]| Whether on$4$ Theatres loud Strains we hear, 041:40,393[A ]| Or in$4$ Ruelles some soft Egyptian Air. 041:40,394[A ]| Well shall she sing, of whom I make my Choice, 041:40,395[A ]| And with her Lute accompany her Voice. 041:40,396[A ]| The Rocks were stirred, the Beasts to$9$ listen staid, 041:40,397[A ]| When on$4$ his Lyre melodious Orpheus played; 041:40,398[A ]| Even Cerberus and Hell that$6#2$ Sound obeyed. 041:40,399[A ]| And Stones officious were, thy Walls to$9$ raise, 041:40,400[A ]| O Thebes, attracted by$4$ Amphion's Lays. 041:40,401[A ]| The Dolphin, dumb itself, thy Voice admired, 041:40,402[A ]| And was, Arion, by$4$ thy Songs inspired. 041:40,403[A ]| Of sweet Callimachus the Works rehearse, 041:40,404[A ]| And read Philetas and Anacreon's Verse. 041:40,405[A ]| Terentian Plays may much the Mind improve; 041:40,406[A ]| But softest Sappho best instructs to$9$ Love. 041:40,407[A ]| Propertius, Gallus, and Tibullus read, 041:40,408[A ]| And let Varronian Verse to$4$ these succeed. 041:40,409[A ]| Then mighty Maro's Work with Care peruse; 041:40,410[A ]| Of all the Latian Bards the noblest Muse. 041:40,411[A ]| Even I, it is possible, in$4$ After-days, 041:40,412[A ]| May escape Oblivion, and be named with these. 041:40,413[A ]| My laboured Lines, some Readers may approve, 041:40,414[A ]| Since I have instructed either Sex in$4$ Love. 041:40,415[A ]| Whatever Book you read of this soft Art, 041:40,416[A ]| Read with a Lover's Voice, and Lover's Heart. 041:40,417[A ]| Tender Epistles too, by$4$ me are framed, 041:40,418[A ]| A Work before unthought of, and unnamed. 041:40,419[A ]| Such was your sacred Will$0$, O tuneful Nine! 041:40,420[A ]| Such thine, Apollo, and Lyaeus, thine! 041:40,421[A ]| Still unaccomplished may the Maid be thought, 041:40,422[A ]| Who$6#1$ gracefully to$9$ Dance was never taught: 041:40,423[A ]| That$3$ active Dancing may to$4$ Love engage, 041:40,424[A ]| Witness the well-kept Dancers of the Stage. 041:40,425[A ]| Of some odd Trifles I am ashamed to$9$ tell, 041:40,426[A ]| Though it becomes the Sex to$9$ trifle well; 041:40,427[A ]| To$9$ raffle prettily, or slur a Dye, 041:40,428[A ]| Implies both Cunning and Dexterity. 041:40,429[A ]| Nor is it amiss at Chess to$9$ be expert, 041:40,430[A ]| For$3$ Games most thoughtful, sometimes, most divert. 041:40,431[A ]| Learn every Game, you will$1$ find it prove of Use; 041:40,432[A ]| Parties begun at Play, may Love produce. 041:40,433[A ]| But, easier it is to$9$ learn how Bets to$9$ lay, 041:40,434[A ]| Than how to$9$ keep your Temper while you play. 041:40,435[A ]| Unguarded then, each Breast is open laid, 041:40,436[A ]| And while the Head is intent, the Heart is betrayed. 041:40,437[A ]| Then, base Desire of Gain, then, Rage appears, 041:40,438[A ]| Quarrels and Brawls arise, and anxious Fears; 041:40,439[A ]| Then, Clamours and Revilings reach the Sky, 041:40,440[A ]| While losing Gamesters all the Gods defy. 041:40,441[A ]| Then horrid Oaths are uttered every Cast; 041:40,442[A ]| They grieve, and curse, and storm, nay weep at last. 041:40,443[A ]| Good Jove avert such shameful Faults as these, 041:40,444[A ]| From every Nymph whose Heart is inclined to$9$ please. 041:40,445[A ]| Soft Recreations fit the Female-kind; 041:40,446[A ]| Nature, for$4$ Men, has rougher Sports designed: 041:40,447[A ]| To$9$ wield the Sword, and hurl the pointed Spear; 041:40,448[A ]| To$9$ stop, or turn the Steed, in$4$ full Career. 041:40,449[A ]| Though Martial Fields ill suit your tender Frames, 041:40,450[A ]| Nor may you swim in$4$ Tiber's rapid Streams; 041:40,451[A ]| Yet when Sol's burning Wheels from Leo drive, 041:40,452[A ]| And at the glowing Virgin's Sign arrive, 041:40,453[A ]| It is both allowed, and fit, you should repair 041:40,454[A ]| To$4$ pleasant Walks, and breathe refreshing Air. 041:40,455[A ]| To$4$ Pompey's Gardens, or the shady Groves 041:40,456[A ]| Which$6#1$ Caesar honours, and which$6#1$ Phoebus loves: 041:40,457[A ]| Phoebus, who$6#1$ sunk the proud Egyptian Fleet, 041:40,458[A ]| And made Augustus' Victory complete. 041:40,459[A ]| Or seek those Shades, where Monuments of Fame 041:40,460[A ]| Are raised, to$4$ Livia's and Octavia's Name; 041:40,461[A ]| Or, where Agrippa first adorned the Ground, 041:40,462[A ]| When he with Naval Victory was crowned. 041:40,463[A ]| To$4$ Isis Fane, to$4$ Theatres resort; 041:40,464[A ]| And in$4$ the Circus see the noble Sport. 041:40,465[A ]| In$4$ every Public Place, by$4$ turns, be shown; 041:40,466[A ]| In$4$ vain you are Fair, while you remain unknown. 041:40,467[A ]| Should you, in$4$ singing, Thamyras transcend; 041:40,468[A ]| Your Voice unheard, who$6#2$ could your Skill commend? 041:40,469[A ]| Had not Apelles drawn the Sea-born Queen, 041:40,470[A ]| Her Beauties, still, beneath the Waves had been. 041:40,471[A ]| Poets inspired, write only for$4$ a Name, 041:40,472[A ]| And think their Labours well repaid with Fame. 041:40,473[A ]| In$4$ former Days, I own, the Poets were 041:40,474[A ]| Of Gods and Kings the most peculiar Care; 041:40,475[A ]| Majestic Awe was in$4$ the Name allowed, 041:40,476[A ]| And, they, with rich Possessions were endowed. 041:40,477[A ]| Ennius with Honours was by$4$ Scipio graced, 041:40,478[A ]| And, next his own, the Poet's Statue placed. 041:40,479[A ]| But now their Ivy Crowns bear no$2$ Esteem, 041:40,480[A ]| And all their Learning is thought an idle Dream. 041:40,481[A ]| Still, there is a Pleasure, that$6#1$ proceeds from Praise: 041:40,482[A ]| What could the high Renown of Homer raise, 041:40,483[A ]| But that$3$ he sung his Iliad's deathless Lays? 041:40,484[A ]| Who$6#2$ could have been of Danae's Charms assured, 041:40,485[A ]| Had she grown old, within her Tower immured? 041:40,486[A ]| This, as a Rule, let every Nymph pursue, 041:40,487[A ]| That$3$ it is her Interest oft to$9$ come in$4$ View. 041:40,488[A ]| A hungry Wolf at all the Herd will$1$ run, 041:40,489[A ]| In$4$ hopes, through many, to$9$ make sure of one. 041:40,490[A ]| So$3$, let the Fair the gazing Crowd assail, 041:40,491[A ]| That$3$ over one, at least, she may prevail. 041:40,492[A ]| In$4$ every Place to$9$ please, be all her Thought; 041:40,493[A ]| Where, sometimes, least we think, the Fish is caught. 041:40,494[A ]| Sometimes, all Day, we hunt the tedious Foil, 041:40,495[A ]| Anon, the Stag himself shall seek the Toil. 041:40,496[A ]| How could Andromeda once doubt Relief, 041:40,497[A ]| Whose Charms were heightened and adorned by$4$ Grief? 041:40,498[A ]| The widowed Fair, who$6#1$ sees her Lord expire, 041:40,499[A ]| While yet she weeps, may kindle new Desire, 041:40,500[A ]| And Hymen's Torch re-light with funeral Fire. 041:40,501[A ]| Beware of Men who$6#1$ are too sprucely dressed; 041:40,502[A ]| And look, you fly with speed a Fop professed. 041:40,503[A ]| Such Fools, to$4$ you, and to$4$ a thousand more, 041:40,504[A ]| Will$1$ tell the same dull Story over and over. 041:40,505[A ]| This way and that$6#2$, unsteadily they rove, 041:40,506[A ]| And never fixed, are Fugitives in$4$ Love. 041:40,507[A ]| Such fluttering things all Women sure should hate, 041:40,508[A ]| Light, as themselves, and more Effeminate. 041:40,509[A ]| Believe me; all I say is for$4$ your Good; 041:40,510[A ]| Had Priam been believed, Troy still had stood. 041:40,511[A ]| Many, with base Designs, will$1$ Passion feign, 041:40,512[A ]| Who$6#1$ know no$2$ Love, but sordid Love of Gain. 041:40,513[A ]| But let not powdered Heads, nor essenced Hair, 041:40,514[A ]| Your well-believing, easy Hearts ensnare. 041:40,515[A ]| Rich Clothes are oft by$4$ common Sharpers worn, 041:40,516[A ]| And Diamond Rings felonious Hands adorn. 041:40,517[A ]| So$3$, may your Lover burn with fierce Desire 041:40,518[A ]| Your Jewels to$9$ enjoy, and best Attire. 041:40,519[A ]| Poor Chloe robbed, runs crying through the Streets; 041:40,520[A ]| And as she runs, Give me my own, repeats. 041:40,521[A ]| How often, Venus, hast thou heard such Cries, 041:40,522[A ]| And laughed amidst thy Appian Votaries? 041:40,523[A ]| Some so$5#1$ notorious are, their very Name 041:40,524[A ]| Must every Nymph whom they frequent, defame. 041:40,525[A ]| Be warned by$4$ Ills, which$6#1$, others have destroyed, 041:40,526[A ]| And faithless Men with constant Care avoid. 041:40,527[A ]| Trust not a Theseus, fair Athenian Maid, 041:40,528[A ]| Who$6#1$ has so$5#1$ oft the attesting Gods betrayed. 041:40,529[A ]| And thou, Demophoon, Heir to$4$ Theseus' Crimes, 041:40,530[A ]| Hast lost thy Credit to$4$ all future Times. 041:40,531[A ]| Promise for$4$ Promise, equally afford, 041:40,532[A ]| But once a Contract made, keep well your Word. 041:40,533[A ]| For$3$, she for$4$ any Act of Hell is fit, 041:40,534[A ]| And, undismayed, may Sacrilege commit; 041:40,535[A ]| With impious Hands could quench the vestal Fire, 041:40,536[A ]| Poison her Husband, in$4$ her Arms, for$4$ Hire, 041:40,537[A ]| Who$6#1$, first, to$9$ take a Lover's Gift complies, 041:40,538[A ]| And then defrauds him, and his Claim denies. 041:40,539[A ]| But hold, my Muse, check thy unruly Horse, 041:40,540[A ]| And more in$4$ sight pursue the intended Course. 041:40,541[A ]| If Love Epistles, tender Lines impart, 041:40,542[A ]| And Billet-doux are sent, to$9$ sound your Heart, 041:40,543[A ]| Let all such Letters, by$4$ a faithful Maid, 041:40,544[A ]| Or Confident, be secretly conveyed. 041:40,545[A ]| Soon from the Words you will$1$ judge, if read with Care, 041:40,546[A ]| When feigned a Passion is, and when sincere. 041:40,547[A ]| Before in$4$ return you write, some time require; 041:40,548[A ]| Delays, if not too long, increase Desire: 041:40,549[A ]| Nor let the pressing Youth with ease obtain, 041:40,550[A ]| Nor yet refuse him with too rude Disdain. 041:40,551[A ]| Now, let his Hopes, now, let his Fears increase, 041:40,552[A ]| But by$4$ degrees, let Fear to$4$ Hope give place. 041:40,553[A ]| Be sure avoid set Phrases, when you write, 041:40,554[A ]| The usual way of Speech is more Polite. 041:40,555[A ]| How have I seen the puzzled Lover vexed, 041:40,556[A ]| To$9$ read a Letter with hard Words perplexed! 041:40,557[A ]| A Style too coarse, takes from a handsome Face, 041:40,558[A ]| And makes us wish an uglier in$4$ its place. 041:40,559[A ]| But since (though Chastity be not your Care) 041:40,560[A ]| You from your Husband still would hide the Affair, 041:40,561[A ]| Write to$4$ no$2$ Stranger till his Truth be tried; 041:40,562[A ]| Nor in$4$ a foolish Messenger confide. 041:40,563[A ]| What Agonies that$6#2$ Woman undergoes, 041:40,574[A ]| Whose Hand the Traitor threatens to$9$ expose; 041:40,565[A ]| Who$6#1$ rashly trusting, dreads to$9$ be deceived, 041:40,566[A ]| And lives forever to$4$ that$6#2$ Dread enslaved! 041:40,567[A ]| Such Treachery can never be surpassed, 041:40,568[A ]| For$3$ those Discoveries, sure as Lightning, blast. 041:40,569[A ]| Might I advise, Fraud should with Fraud be paid; 041:40,570[A ]| Let Arms repel all who$6#1$ with Arms invade. 041:40,571[A ]| But since your Letters may be brought to$4$ Light, 041:40,572[A ]| What, if in$4$ several Hands, you learned to$9$ write? 041:40,573[A ]| My Curse on$4$ him who$6#1$ first the Sex betrayed, 041:40,574[A ]| And this Advice so$5#1$ necessary made. 041:40,575[A ]| Nor let your Pocket-Book two Hands contain, 041:40,576[A ]| First, rub your Lover's out, then, write again. 041:40,577[A ]| Still one Contrivance more remains behind, 041:40,578[A ]| Which$6#1$ you may use as a convenient Blind; 041:40,579[A ]| As if to$4$ Women writ, your Letters frame, 041:40,580[A ]| And let your Friend, to$4$ you subscribe a Female Name. 041:40,581[A ]| Now, greater things to$9$ tell, my Muse prepare, 041:40,582[A ]| And clap on$4$ all the Sail the Barque can bear. 041:40,583[A ]| Let no$2$ rude Passions in$4$ your Looks find place; 041:40,584[A ]| For$3$ Fury will$1$ deform the finest Face: 041:40,585[A ]| It swells the Lips, and blackens all the Veins, 041:40,586[A ]| While in$4$ the Eye a Gorgon Horror reigns. 041:40,587[A ]| When on$4$ her Flute divine Minerva played, 041:40,588[A ]| And in$4$ a Fountain saw the Change it made, 041:40,589[A ]| Swelling her Cheek: She flung it quick aside; 041:40,590[A ]| Nor is thy Music so$5#1$ much worth, she cried. 041:40,591[A ]| Look in$4$ your Glass, when you with Anger glow, 041:40,592[A ]| And you will$1$ confess, you scarce yourselves can know. 041:40,593[A ]| Nor with excessive Pride insult the Sight, 041:40,594[A ]| For$3$ gentle Looks, alone, to$4$ Love invite. 041:40,595[A ]| Believe it as a Truth that$6#1$ is daily tried, 041:40,596[A ]| There is nothing more detestable than Pride. 041:40,597[A ]| How have I seen some Airs Disgust create, 041:40,598[A ]| Like$4$ things which$6#1$ by$4$ Antipathy we hate! 041:40,599[A ]| Let Looks with Looks, and Smiles with Smiles be paid, 041:40,600[A ]| And when your Lover bows, incline your Head. 041:40,601[A ]| So$3$, Love preluding, plays at first with Hearts, 041:40,602[A ]| And after wounds with deeper piercing Darts. 041:40,603[A ]| Nor me a melancholy Mistress charms; 041:40,604[A ]| Let sad Tecmessa weep in$4$ Ajax' Arms. 041:40,605[A ]| Let mourning Beauties, sullen Heroes move; 041:40,606[A ]| We cheerful Men, like$1$ Gaiety in$4$ Love. 041:40,607[A ]| Let Hector in$4$ Andromache delight, 041:40,608[A ]| Who$6#1$, in$4$ bewailing Troy, wastes all the Night. 041:40,609[A ]| Had they not both borne Children (to$9$ be plain) 041:40,610[A ]| I never could think they had with their Husbands lain. 041:40,611[A ]| I no$2$ Idea in$4$ my Mind can frame, 041:40,612[A ]| That$3$ either one or the other doleful Dame, 041:40,613[A ]| Could toy, could fondle, or could call their Lords 041:40,614[A ]| My Life, my Soul; or speak endearing Words. 041:40,615[A ]| Why, from Comparisons should I refrain, 041:40,616[A ]| Or, fear small things by$4$ greater to$9$ explain? 041:40,617[A ]| Observe what Conduct prudent Generals use, 041:40,618[A ]| And how their several Officers they choose; 041:40,619[A ]| To$4$ one, a Charge of Infantry commit, 041:40,620[A ]| Another, for$4$ the Horse, is thought more fit. 041:40,621[A ]| So$3$ you your several Lovers should select, 041:40,622[A ]| And, as you find them qualified, direct. 041:40,623[A ]| The wealthy Lover store of Gold should send; 041:40,624[A ]| The Lawyer should, in$4$ Courts, your Cause defend. 041:40,625[A ]| We, who$6#1$ write Verse, with Verse alone should bribe; 041:40,626[A ]| Most apt to$4$ Love is all the tuneful Tribe. 041:40,627[A ]| By$4$ us, your Fame shall through the World be blazed; 041:40,628[A ]| So$5#2$ Nemesis, so$5#2$ Cynthia's Name was raised. 041:40,629[A ]| From East to$4$ West, Lycoris Praises ring; 041:40,630[A ]| Nor are Corinna's silent, whom we sing. 041:40,631[A ]| No$2$ Fraud, the Poet's sacred Breast can bear; 041:40,632[A ]| Mild are his Manners, and his Heart sincere. 041:40,633[A ]| Nor Wealth he seeks, nor feels Ambition's Fires, 041:40,634[A ]| But shuns the Bar; and Books and Shades requires. 041:40,635[A ]| Too faithfully, alas! we know to$9$ Love, 041:40,636[A ]| With Ease we fix, but we with Pain remove; 041:40,637[A ]| Our softer Studies with our Souls combine, 041:40,638[A ]| And, both, to$4$ Tenderness our Hearts incline. 041:40,639[A ]| Be gentle, Virgins, to$4$ the Poet's Prayer, 041:40,640[A ]| The God that$6#1$ fills him, and the Muse revere; 041:40,641[A ]| Something Divine is in$4$ us, and from Heaven 041:40,642[A ]| The inspiring Spirit can alone be given. 041:40,643[A ]| It is Sin, a Price from Poets to$9$ exact; 041:40,644[A ]| But it is a Sin no$2$ Woman fears to$9$ act. 041:40,645[A ]| Yet hide, however, your Avarice from Sight, 041:40,646[A ]| Lest you too soon your new Admirer fright. 041:40,647[A ]| As skilful Riders, rein, with different force, 041:40,648[A ]| A new-backed Courser, and a well-trained Horse; 041:40,649[A ]| Do you, by$4$ different Management, engage 041:40,650[A ]| The Man in$4$ Years, and Youth of greener Age. 041:40,651[A ]| This, while the Wiles of Love are yet unknown, 041:40,652[A ]| Will$1$ gladly cleave to$4$ you, and you alone: 041:40,653[A ]| With kind Caresses oft indulge the Boy, 041:40,654[A ]| And all the Harvest of his Heat enjoy. 041:40,655[A ]| Alone, thus blessed, of Rivals most beware; 041:40,656[A ]| Nor Love, nor Empire, can a Rival bear. 041:40,657[A ]| Men more discreetly love, when more mature, 041:40,658[A ]| And many things, which$6#1$ Youth disdains, endure; 041:40,659[A ]| No$2$ Windows break, nor Houses set on$4$ Fire, 041:40,660[A ]| Nor tear their own, or Mistresses Attire. 041:40,661[A ]| In$4$ Youth, the boiling Blood gives Fury vent, 041:40,662[A ]| But, Men in$4$ Years, more calmly Wrongs resent. 041:40,663[A ]| As Wood when green, or as a Torch when wet, 041:40,664[A ]| They slowly burn, but long retain their Heat. 041:40,665[A ]| More bright is youthful Flame, but sooner dies; 041:40,666[A ]| Then, swiftly seize the Joy that$6#1$ swiftly flies. 041:40,667[A ]| Thus, all betraying to$4$ the beauteous Foe, 041:40,668[A ]| How, surely to$9$ enslave ourselves, we show. 041:40,669[A ]| To$9$ trust a Traitor, you will$1$ no$2$ Scruple make, 041:40,670[A ]| Who$6#1$ is a Traitor only for$4$ your sake. 041:40,671[A ]| Who$6#1$ yields too soon, will$1$ soon her Lover lose; 041:40,672[A ]| Would you retain him long, then, long refuse. 041:40,673[A ]| Oft, at your Door, make him for$4$ Entrance wait, 041:40,674[A ]| There let him lie, and threaten and entreat. 041:40,675[A ]| When cloyed with Sweets, Bitters the Taste restore; 041:40,676[A ]| Ships, by$4$ fair Winds, are sometimes run ashore. 041:40,677[A ]| Hence springs the Coldness of a married Life, 041:40,678[A ]| The Husband, when he pleases, has his Wife. 041:40,679[A ]| Bar but your Gate, and let your Porter cry 041:40,680[A ]| Here is no$2$ Admittance, Sir; I must deny: 041:40,681[A ]| The very Husband, so$5#2$ repulsed, will$1$ find 041:40,682[A ]| A growing Inclination to$9$ be kind. 041:40,683[A ]| Thus far, with Foils you have fought; those laid aside, 041:40,684[A ]| I, now, sharp Weapons for$4$ the Sex provide; 041:40,685[A ]| Nor doubt, against myself, to$9$ see them tried. 041:40,686[A ]| When, first, a Lover you design to$9$ charm, 041:40,687[A ]| Beware, lest Jealousies his Soul alarm; 041:40,688[A ]| Make him believe, with all the Skill you can, 041:40,689[A ]| That$3$ he, and only he is the happy Man. 041:40,690[A ]| Anon, by$4$ due degrees, small Doubts create, 041:40,691[A ]| And let him fear some Rival's better Fate. 041:40,692[A ]| Such little Arts make Love its Vigour hold, 041:40,693[A ]| Which$6#1$, else would languish, and too soon grow old. 041:40,694[A ]| Then, strains the Courser to$9$ out-strip the Wind, 041:40,695[A ]| When one before him runs, and one he hears behind. 041:40,696[A ]| Love, when extinct, Suspicions may revive; 041:40,697[A ]| I own, when mine is secure, it is scarce alive. 041:40,698[A ]| Yet, one Precaution to$4$ this Rule belongs; 041:40,699[A ]| Let us at most suspect, not prove our Wrongs. 041:40,700[A ]| Sometimes, your Lover to$9$ incite the more, 041:40,701[A ]| Pretend, your Husband's Spies beset the Door: 041:40,702[A ]| Though free as Thais, still affect a Fright; 041:40,703[A ]| For$3$, seeming Danger heightens the Delight. 041:40,704[A ]| Oft let the Youth in$5$ through your Window steal, 041:40,705[A ]| Though he might enter at the Door as well; 041:40,706[A ]| And, sometimes, let your Maid Surprise pretend, 041:40,707[A ]| And beg you, in$4$ some Hole to$9$ hide your Friend. 041:40,708[A ]| Yet, ever and anon, dispel his Fear, 041:40,709[A ]| And let him taste of Happiness sincere; 041:40,710[A ]| Lest, quite disheartened with too much Fatigue, 041:40,711[A ]| He should grow weary of the dull Intrigue. 041:40,712[A ]| But I forget to$9$ tell, how you may try 041:40,713[A ]| Both to$9$ evade the Husband, and the Spy. 041:40,714[A ]| That$3$ Wives should of their Husbands stand in$4$ Awe, 041:40,715[A ]| Agrees with Justice, Modesty, and Law: 041:40,716[A ]| But, that$3$ a Mistress may be lawful Prize, 041:40,717[A ]| None, but her Keeper, I am sure, denies. 041:40,718[A ]| For$4$ such fair Nymphs, these Precepts are designed, 041:40,719[A ]| Which$6#1$ never can fail, joined with a willing Mind. 041:40,720[A ]| Though stuck with Argus' Eyes your Keeper were, 041:40,721[A ]| Advised by$4$ me, you shall elude his Care. 041:40,722[A ]| When you to$9$ wash or bathe retire from Sight, 041:40,723[A ]| Can he observe what Letters then you write? 041:40,724[A ]| Or, can his Caution against such provide, 041:40,725[A ]| Which$6#1$, in$4$ her Breast, your Confidant may hide? 041:40,726[A ]| Can he the Note beneath her Garter view, 041:40,727[A ]| Or that$6#2$, which$6#1$, more concealed, is in$4$ her Shoe? 041:40,728[A ]| Yet, these perceived, you may her Back undress, 041:40,729[A ]| And, writing on$4$ her Skin, your Mind express. 041:40,730[A ]| New Milk, or pointed Spires of Flax, when green, 041:40,731[A ]| Will$1$ Ink supply, and Letters mark unseen. 041:40,732[A ]| Fair will$1$ the Paper show, nor can be read, 041:40,733[A ]| Till all the Writing is with warm Ashes spread. 041:40,734[A ]| Acrisius was, with all his Care, betrayed; 041:40,735[A ]| And in$4$ his Tower of Brass, a Grandsire made. 041:40,736[A ]| Can Spies avail, when you to$4$ Plays resort, 041:40,737[A ]| Or in$4$ the Circus view the noble Sport? 041:40,738[A ]| Or, can you be to$4$ Isis Fane pursued, 041:40,739[A ]| Or Cybelle's, whose Rites all Men exclude? 041:40,740[A ]| Though watchful Servants to$4$ the Bagnio come, 041:40,741[A ]| They are never admitted to$4$ the Bathing-room. 041:40,742[A ]| Or, when some sudden Sickness you pretend, 041:40,743[A ]| May you not take to$4$ your Sick-bed a Friend? 041:40,744[A ]| False Keys a private Passage may procure, 041:40,745[A ]| If not, there are more Ways besides the Door. 041:40,746[A ]| Sometimes, with Wine, your watchful Follower treat; 041:40,747[A ]| When drunk, you may with ease his Care defeat: 041:40,748[A ]| Or, to$9$ prevent too sudden a Surprise, 041:40,749[A ]| Prepare a sleeping Draught, to$9$ seal his Eyes: 041:40,750[A ]| Or let your Maid, still longer time to$9$ gain, 041:40,751[A ]| An Inclination for$4$ his Person feign; 041:40,752[A ]| With faint Resistance let her drill him on$5$, 041:40,753[A ]| And, after competent Delays, be won. 041:40,754[A ]| But, what need all these various doubtful Wiles, 041:40,755[A ]| Since Gold the greatest Vigilance beguiles? 041:40,756[A ]| Believe me, Men and Gods with Gifts are pleased; 041:40,757[A ]| Even angry Jove with Offerings is appeased. 041:40,758[A ]| With Presents, Fools and Wise alike are caught, 041:40,759[A ]| Give but enough, the Husband may be bought. 041:40,760[A ]| But let me warn you, when you bribe a Spy, 041:40,761[A ]| That$3$ you forever his Connivance buy; 041:40,762[A ]| Pay him his Price at once, for$3$ with such Men 041:40,763[A ]| You will$1$ know no$2$ End of giving now and then. 041:40,764[A ]| Once, I remember, I with Cause complained, 041:40,765[A ]| Of Jealousy occasioned by$4$ a Friend. 041:40,766[A ]| Believe me, Apprehensions of that$6#2$ kind, 041:40,767[A ]| Are not alone to$4$ our false Sex confined. 041:40,768[A ]| Trust not too far, your She-Companion's Truth, 041:40,769[A ]| Lest she sometimes should intercept the Youth: 041:40,770[A ]| The very Confidant that$6#1$ lends the Bed, 041:40,771[A ]| May entertain your Lover, in$4$ your stead. 041:40,772[A ]| Nor keep a Servant with too fair a Face, 041:40,773[A ]| For$3$ such I have known supply her Lady's Place. 041:40,774[A ]| But, whither do I run with heedless Rage, 041:40,775[A ]| Teaching the Foe unequal War to$9$ wage? 041:40,776[A ]| Did ever Bird the Fowler's Net prepare? 041:40,777[A ]| Was ever Hound instructed by$4$ the Hare? 041:40,778[A ]| But all Self-ends and Interest set apart, 041:40,779[A ]| I will$1$ faithfully proceed to$9$ teach my Art. 041:40,780[A ]| Defenceless and unarmed expose my Life, 041:40,781[A ]| And for$4$ the Lemnian Ladies, whet the Knife. 041:40,782[A ]| Perpetual Fondness of your Lover feign, 041:40,783[A ]| Nor will$1$ you find it hard, Belief to$9$ gain; 041:40,784[A ]| Full of himself, he your Design will$1$ aid: 041:40,785[A ]| To$4$ what we wish, it is easy to$9$ persuade. 041:40,786[A ]| With dying Eyes, his Face and Form survey, 041:40,787[A ]| Then, sigh, and wonder he so$5#1$ long could stay: 041:40,788[A ]| Now, drop a Tear, your Sorrows to$9$ assuage, 041:40,789[A ]| Anon, reproach him, and pretend to$9$ rage. 041:40,790[A ]| Such Proofs as these, will$1$ all Distrust remove, 041:40,791[A ]| And make him pity your excessive Love. 041:40,792[A ]| Scarce to$4$ himself will$1$ he forbear to$9$ cry, 041:40,793[A ]| How can I let this poor fond Creature die? 041:40,794[A ]| But chiefly, one, such fond Behaviour fires, 041:40,795[A ]| Who$6#1$ courts his Glass, and his own Charms admires. 041:40,796[A ]| Proud of the Homage to$4$ his Merit done, 041:40,797[A ]| He will$1$ think a Goddess might with ease be won. 041:40,798[A ]| Light Wrongs, be sure, you still with Mildness bear, 041:40,799[A ]| Nor straight fly out, when you a Rival fear. 041:40,800[A ]| Let not your Passions over your Sense prevail, 041:40,801[A ]| Nor credit lightly every idle Tale. 041:40,802[A ]| Let Procris Fate, a sad Example be 041:40,803[A ]| Of what Effects attend Credulity. 041:40,804[A ]| Near, where his purple Head Hymettus shows 041:40,805[A ]| And flowering Hills, a sacred Fountain flows; 041:40,806[A ]| With soft and verdant Turf the Soil is spread, 041:40,807[A ]| And sweetly-smelling Shrubs the Ground over-shade. 041:40,808[A ]| There, Rosemary and Bays, their Odours join, 041:40,809[A ]| And with the fragrant Myrtle's Scent, combine. 041:40,810[A ]| There, Tamarisks with thick-leaved Box are found, 041:40,811[A ]| And Cytissus, and Garden Pines, abound. 041:40,812[A ]| While through the Boughs, soft Winds of Zephyr pass, 041:40,813[A ]| Tremble the Leaves, and tender tops of Grass. 041:40,814[A ]| Hither, would Cephalus retreat to$9$ rest, 041:40,815[A ]| When tired with Hunting, or with Heat oppressed: 041:40,816[A ]| And, thus, to$4$ Air, the panting Youth would pray, 041:40,817[A ]| Come, gentle Aura, come, this Heat allay. 041:40,818[A ]| But some Tale-bearing too officious Friend, 041:40,819[A ]| By$4$ chance, over-heard him as he thus complained; 041:40,820[A ]| Who$6#1$, with the News to$4$ Procris quick repaired, 041:40,821[A ]| Repeating Word for$4$ Word what she had heard. 041:40,822[A ]| Soon as the Name of Aura reached her Ears, 041:40,823[A ]| With Jealousy surprised, and fainting Fears, 041:40,824[A ]| Her rosy Colour fled her lovely Face, 041:40,825[A ]| And Agonies like$4$ Death, supplied the place; 041:40,826[A ]| Pale she appeared as are the falling Leaves, 041:40,827[A ]| When first the Vine the Winter's blast receives. 041:40,828[A ]| Of ripened Quinces, such the yellow Hue, 041:40,829[A ]| Or, when unripe, we Cornel-berries view. 041:40,830[A ]| Reviving from her Swoon, her Robes she tore, 041:40,831[A ]| Nor her own faultless Face to$9$ wound, forbore. 041:40,832[A ]| Now, all dishevelled, to$4$ the Wood she flies, 041:40,833[A ]| With Bacchanalian Fury in$4$ her Eyes. 041:40,834[A ]| Thither arrived, she leaves, below, her Friends; 041:40,835[A ]| And, all alone, the shady Hill ascends. 041:40,836[A ]| What Folly, Procris, over thy Mind prevailed? 041:40,837[A ]| What Rage, thus, fatally, to$9$ lie concealed? 041:40,838[A ]| Whoever this Aura be (such was thy Thought) 041:40,839[A ]| She, now shall in$4$ the very Fact be caught. 041:40,840[A ]| Anon, thy Heart repents its rash Designs, 041:40,841[A ]| And now to$9$ go, and now to$9$ stay inclines: 041:40,842[A ]| Thus, Love, with Doubts perplexes still thy Mind, 041:40,843[A ]| And makes thee seek, what thou must dread to$9$ find. 041:40,844[A ]| But still thy Rival's Name rings in$4$ thy Ears, 041:40,845[A ]| And more suspicious still the Place appears: 041:40,846[A ]| But more than all, excessive Love deceives, 041:40,847[A ]| Which$6#1$, all it fears, too easily believes. 041:40,848[A ]| And, now, a Chillness ran through every Vein, 041:40,849[A ]| Soon as she saw where Cephalus had lain. 041:40,850[A ]| It was Noon, when he again retired, to$9$ shun 041:40,851[A ]| The scorching Ardour of the Mid-day Sun; 041:40,852[A ]| With Water, first, he sprinkled over his Face, 041:40,853[A ]| Which$6#1$ glowed with Heat; then sought his usual Place. 041:40,854[A ]| Procris, with anxious but with silent Care, 041:40,855[A ]| Viewed him extended, with his Bosom bare; 041:40,856[A ]| And heard him, soon, the accustomed Words repeat, 041:40,857[A ]| Come Zephyr, Aura come, allay this Heat: 041:40,858[A ]| Soon as she found her Error, from the Word, 041:40,859[A ]| Her Colour and her Temper were restored. 041:40,860[A ]| With Joy she rose, to$9$ clasp him in$4$ her Arms: 041:40,861[A ]| But, Cephalus, the rustling Noise alarms; 041:40,862[A ]| Some Beast, he thinks, he in$4$ the Bushes hears, 041:40,863[A ]| And straight, his Arrows and his Bow prepares. 041:40,864[A ]| Hold! hold! unhappy Youth! ~~ I call in$4$ vain, 041:40,865[A ]| With thy own Hand thou hast thy Procris slain. 041:40,866[A ]| Me, me, (she cries) thou hast wounded with thy Dart! 041:40,867[A ]| But Cephalus was wont to$9$ wound this Heart. 041:40,868[A ]| Yet, lighter on$4$ my Ashes, Earth will$1$ lie, 041:40,869[A ]| Since, though untimely, I unrivalled die: 041:40,870[A ]| Come, close with thy dear Hand my Eyes in$4$ Death, 041:40,871[A ]| Jealous of Air, to$4$ Air I yield my Breath. 041:40,872[A ]| Close to$4$ his heavy Heart, her Cheek he laid, 041:40,873[A ]| And washed, with streaming Tears, the Wound he made; 041:40,874[A ]| At length, the Springs of Life their Currents leave, 041:40,875[A ]| And her last Gasp, her Husband's Lips receive. 041:40,876[A ]| Now, to$9$ pursue our Voyage we must provide, 041:40,877[A ]| Till, safe to$4$ Port our weary Bark we guide. 041:40,878[A ]| You may expect, perhaps, I now should teach 041:40,879[A ]| What Rules, to$4$ Treats and Entertainments reach. 041:40,880[A ]| Come not the first, invited to$4$ a Feast; 041:40,881[A ]| Rather, come last, as a more grateful Guest. 041:40,882[A ]| For$3$, that$6#2$, of which$6#1$ we fear to$9$ be deprived, 041:40,883[A ]| Meets with the surest Welcome, when arrived. 041:40,884[A ]| Besides, Complexions of a coarser kind, 041:40,885[A ]| From Candle-light, no$2$ small Advantage find. 041:40,886[A ]| During the time you eat, observe some Grace, 041:40,887[A ]| Nor let your unwiped Hands besmear your Face; 041:40,888[A ]| Nor, yet, too squeamishly your Meat avoid, 041:40,889[A ]| Lest we suspect you were in$4$ private cloyed. 041:40,890[A ]| Of all Extremes in$4$ either kind, beware, 041:40,891[A ]| And still, before your Belly is full, forbear. 041:40,892[A ]| No$2$ Glutton Nymph, however Fair, can wound, 041:40,893[A ]| Though more than Helen she in$4$ Charms abound. 041:40,894[A ]| I own, I think, of Wine the moderate use, 041:40,895[A ]| More suits the Sex, and sooner finds Excuse; 041:40,896[A ]| It warms the Blood, adds Lustre to$4$ the Eyes, 041:40,897[A ]| And Wine and Love have always been Allies. 041:40,898[A ]| But, carefully from all Intemperance keep, 041:40,899[A ]| Nor drink till you see double, lisp, or sleep. 041:40,900[A ]| For$3$ in$4$ such Sleeps, Brutalities are done, 041:40,901[A ]| Which$6#1$, though you loathe, you have no$2$ Power to$9$ shun. 041:40,902[A ]| And now the instructed Nymph from Table led, 041:40,903[A ]| Should next be taught, how to$9$ behave in$4$ Bed. 041:40,904[A ]| But Modesty forbids: Nor more, my Muse 041:40,905[A ]| With weary Wings, the laboured Flight pursues; 041:40,906[A ]| Her purple Swans unyoked, the Chariot leave, 041:40,907[A ]| And needful Rest (their Journey done) receive. 041:40,908[A ]| Thus, with impartial Care, my Art I show, 041:40,909[A ]| And equal Arms, on$4$ either Sex bestow: 041:40,910[A ]| While Men and Maids, who$6#1$ by$4$ my Rules improve, 041:40,911[A ]| Ovid, must own, their Master is in$4$ Love. 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,001[A ]| Daughter of Memory, Immortal Muse, 041:42,002[A ]| Calliope; what Poet wilt thou choose 041:42,003[A ]| Of ANNA's Name to$9$ Sing? 041:42,004[A ]| To$4$ whom wilt thou thy Fire impart, 041:42,005[A ]| Thy Lyre, thy Voice, and tuneful Art; 041:42,006[A ]| Whom raise Sublime on$4$ thy aetherial Wing, 041:42,007[A ]| And Consecrate with Dews of thy Castalian Spring? 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,008[A ]| Without thy Aid, the most aspiring Mind 041:42,009[A ]| Must flag beneath, to$4$ narrow Flights confined, 041:42,010[A ]| Striving to$9$ rise in$4$ vain: <10> 041:42,011[A ]| Nor ever can hope with equal Lays 041:42,012[A ]| To$9$ celebrate bright Virtue's Praise. 041:42,013[A ]| Thy Aid obtained, even I, the humblest Swain, 041:42,014[A ]| May climb Pierian Heights, and quit the lowly Plain. 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,015[A ]| High in$4$ the Starry Orb is hung, 041:42,016[A ]| And next Alcides' Guardian Arm, 041:42,017[A ]| That$6#2$ Harp to$4$ which$6#1$ thy Orpheus Sung, 041:42,018[A ]| Who$6#1$ Woods, and Rocks, and Winds, could Charm, 041:42,019[A ]| That$6#2$ Harp which$6#1$ on$4$ Cyllene's shady Hill, 041:42,020[A ]| When first the Vocal Shell was found, <20> 041:42,021[A ]| With more than Mortal Skill 041:42,022[A ]| Inventor Hermes taught to$9$ sound. 041:42,023[A ]| Hermes on$4$ bright Latona's Son, 041:42,024[A ]| By$4$ sweet Persuasion won, 041:42,025[A ]| The wondrous Work bestowed; 041:42,026[A ]| Latona's Son, to$4$ thine 041:42,027[A ]| Indulgent, gave the Gift Divine: 041:42,028[A ]| A God the Gift, a God the Invention showed. 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,029[A ]| To$4$ that$6#2$ high-sounding Lyre I tune my Strains; 041:42,030[A ]| A lower Note his lofty Song disdains <30> 041:42,031[A ]| Who$6#1$ sings of ANNA's Name. 041:42,032[A ]| The Lyre is struck! the Sounds I hear! 041:42,033[A ]| O Muse, propitious to$4$ my Prayer! 041:42,034[A ]| O well known Sounds! O Melody, the same 041:42,035[A ]| That$6#1$ kindled Mantuan Fire, and raised Maeonian Flame! 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,036[A ]| Nor are these Sounds to$4$ British Bards unknown, 041:42,037[A ]| Or sparingly revealed to$4$ one alone: 041:42,038[A ]| Witness sweet Spencer's Lays: 041:42,039[A ]| And witness that$6#2$ Immortal Song, 041:42,040[A ]| As Spencer sweet, as Milton strong, <40> 041:42,041[A ]| Which$6#1$ humble Boyn over Tiber's Flood could raise, 041:42,042[A ]| And mighty William Sing, with well-proportioned Praise. 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,043[A ]| Rise, Fair Augusta, lift thy Head, 041:42,044[A ]| With Golden Towers thy Front adorn; 041:42,045[A ]| Come forth, as comes from Tithon's Bed 041:42,046[A ]| With cheerful Ray the ruddy Morn. 041:42,047[A ]| Thy lovely Form, and fresh reviving State, 041:42,048[A ]| In$4$ Crystal Flood of Thames survey; 041:42,049[A ]| Then, bless thy better Fate, 041:42,050[A ]| Bless ANNA's most Auspicious Sway. <50> 041:42,051[A ]| While distant Realms and neighbouring Lands, 041:42,052[A ]| Armed Troops and hostile Bands 041:42,053[A ]| On$4$ every Side molest, 041:42,054[A ]| Thy happier Clime is Free, 041:42,055[A ]| Fair Capital of Liberty! 041:42,056[A ]| And Plenty knows, and Days of Halcyon Rest. 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,057[A ]| As Britain's Isle, when old vexed Ocean roars, 041:42,058[A ]| Unshaken sees against her Silver Shores 041:42,059[A ]| His foaming Billows beat; 041:42,060[A ]| So$3$ Britain's QUEEN, amidst the Jars <60> 041:42,061[A ]| And Tumults of a World in$4$ Wars, 041:42,062[A ]| Fixed on$4$ the Base of Her well-founded State, 041:42,063[A ]| Serene and safe looks down, nor feels the Shocks of Fate. 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,064[A ]| But Greatest Souls, though blest with sweet Repose, 041:42,065[A ]| Are soonest touched with Sense of others' Woes. 041:42,066[A ]| Thus ANNA's mighty Mind, 041:42,067[A ]| To$4$ Mercy and soft Pity prone, 041:42,068[A ]| And moved with Sorrows not her own, 041:42,069[A ]| Has all her Peace and downy Rest resigned, 041:42,070[A ]| To$9$ wake for$4$ Common Good, and succour Humankind. <70> 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,071[A ]| Fly, Tyranny, no$2$ more be known 041:42,072[A ]| Within Europa's blissful Bound; 041:42,073[A ]| Far as the unhabitable Zone 041:42,074[A ]| Fly every hospitable Ground. 041:42,075[A ]| To$4$ horrid Zembla's Frozen Realms repair, 041:42,076[A ]| There with the baleful Beldam, Night, 041:42,077[A ]| Unpeopled Empire share, 041:42,078[A ]| And rob those Lands of Legal Right. 041:42,079[A ]| For$3$ now is come the promised Hour, 041:42,080[A ]| When Justice shall have Power; <80> 041:42,081[A ]| Justice to$4$ Earth restored! 041:42,082[A ]| Again Astrea Reigns! 041:42,083[A ]| ANNA Her equal Scale maintains, 041:42,084[A ]| And Marlbro wields Her sure deciding Sword. 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,085[A ]| Now, couldst thou soar, my Muse, to$9$ Sing the Man 041:42,086[A ]| In$4$ Heights sublime, as when the Mantuan Swan 041:42,087[A ]| Her towering Pinions spread; 041:42,088[A ]| Thou shouldst of Marlbro Sing, whose Hand 041:42,089[A ]| Unerring from his QUEEN's Command, 041:42,090[A ]| Far as the Seven-mouthed Ister's secret Head, <90> 041:42,091[A ]| To$9$ save the Imperial State, Her hardy Britons led. 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,092[A ]| Nor there thy Song should end; though all the Nine 041:42,093[A ]| Might well their Harps and Heavenly Voices join 041:42,094[A ]| To$9$ Sing that$6#2$ Glorious Day, 041:42,095[A ]| When Bold Bavaria fled the Field, 041:42,096[A ]| And Veteran Gauls unused to$9$ yield, 041:42,097[A ]| On$4$ Blenheim's Plain imploring Mercy lay; 041:42,098[A ]| And Spoils and Trophies won, perplexed the Victor's way. 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,099[A ]| But could thy Voice of Blenheim Sing, 041:42,100[A ]| And with Success that$6#2$ Song pursue; <100> 041:42,101[A ]| What Art could Aid thy weary Wing 041:42,102[A ]| To$9$ keep the Victor still in$4$ view? 041:42,103[A ]| For$3$ as the Sun never stops his radiant Flight, 041:42,104[A ]| Nor Sets, but with impartial Ray 041:42,105[A ]| To$4$ all who$6#1$ want his Light 041:42,106[A ]| Alternately transfers the Day: 041:42,107[A ]| So$3$ in$4$ the Glorious Round of Fame, 041:42,108[A ]| Great Marlbro, still the same, 041:42,109[A ]| Incessant runs his Course; 041:42,110[A ]| To$4$ Climes remote, and near, <110> 041:42,111[A ]| His Conquering Arms by$4$ turns appear, 041:42,112[A ]| And Universal is his Aid and Force. 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,113[A ]| Attempt not to$9$ proceed, unwary Muse, 041:42,114[A ]| For$3$ O! what Notes, what Numbers couldst thou choose, 041:42,115[A ]| Though in$4$ all Numbers skilled; 041:42,116[A ]| To$9$ Sing the Hero's matchless Deed, 041:42,117[A ]| Which$6#1$ Belgia Saved, and Brabant Freed; 041:42,118[A ]| To$9$ Sing Ramillia's Day! to$4$ which$6#1$ must yield 041:42,119[A ]| Cannae's Illustrious Fight, and Famed Pharsalia's Field. 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,120[A ]| In$4$ the short Course of a Diurnal Sun, <120> 041:42,121[A ]| Behold the Work of many Ages done! 041:42,122[A ]| What Verse such Worth can Raise? 041:42,123[A ]| Lustre and Life, the Poet's Art 041:42,124[A ]| To$4$ middle Virtue may impart; 041:42,125[A ]| But Deeds sublime, exalted high like$4$ These, 041:42,126[A ]| Transcend his utmost Flight; and mock his distant Praise. 041:42,000[' ]| 041:42,127[A ]| Still would the willing Muse aspire, 041:42,128[A ]| With Transport still her Strains prolong; 041:42,129[A ]| But Fear unstrings the trembling Lyre, 041:42,130[A ]| And Admiration stops her Song. <130> 041:42,131[A ]| Go on$5$, Great Chief, in$4$ ANNA's Cause proceed; 041:42,132[A ]| Nor sheath the Terrors of thy Sword, 041:42,133[A ]| Till Europe thou hast freed, 041:42,134[A ]| And Universal Peace restored. 041:42,135[A ]| This mighty Work when thou shalt End, 041:42,136[A ]| Equal Rewards attend, 041:42,137[A ]| Of Value far above 041:42,138[A ]| Thy Trophies and thy Spoils; 041:42,139[A ]| Rewards even Worthy of thy Toils, <139> 041:42,140[A ]| Thy QUEEN's just Favour, and thy Country's Love. 041:43,000[' ]| 041:43,000[' ]| 041:43,000[' ]| 041:43,000[' ]| 041:43,001[A ]| To$4$ hazardous Attempts and hardy Toils, 041:43,002[A ]| Ambition some excites; 041:43,003[A ]| And some, Desire of Martial Spoils 041:43,004[A ]| To$4$ bloody Fields invites; 041:43,005[A ]| Others, insatiate Thirst of Gain, 041:43,006[A ]| Provokes to$9$ tempt the dangerous Main, 041:43,007[A ]| To$9$ pass the burning Line, and bear 041:43,008[A ]| The Inclemency of Winds, and Seas, and Air; 041:43,009[A ]| Pressing the doubtful Voyage till India's Shore 041:43,010[A ]| Her spicy Bosom bares, and spreads her shining Ore. <10> 041:43,000[' ]| 041:43,011[A ]| Nor Widows' Tears, nor tender Orphans' Cries, 041:43,012[A ]| Can stop the Invader's Force; 041:43,013[A ]| Nor swelling Seas, nor threatening Skies, 041:43,014[A ]| Prevent the Pirate's Course: 041:43,015[A ]| Their Lives to$4$ selfish Ends decreed, 041:43,016[A ]| Through Blood or Rapine they proceed; 041:43,017[A ]| No$2$ anxious Thoughts of ill Repute, 041:43,018[A ]| Suspend the impetuous and unjust Pursuit: 041:43,019[A ]| But Power and Wealth obtained, guilty and great, 041:43,020[A ]| Their Fellow-Creatures' Fears they raise, or urge their Hate. <20> 041:43,000[' ]| 041:43,021[A ]| But not for$4$ these, his Ivory Lyre 041:43,022[A ]| Will$1$ tuneful Phoebus string, 041:43,023[A ]| Nor Polyhymnia crowned amid the Choir, 041:43,024[A ]| The immortal Epode sing. 041:43,025[A ]| Thy Springs, Castalia, turn their Streams aside 041:43,026[A ]| From Rapine, Avarice, and Pride; 041:43,027[A ]| Nor do thy Greens, shady Aonia, grow, 041:43,028[A ]| To$9$ bind with Wreaths a Tyrant's Brow. 041:43,000[' ]| 041:43,029[A ]| How just, most mighty Jove, yet how severe 041:43,030[A ]| Is thy supreme Decree, <30> 041:43,031[A ]| That$3$ impious Men shall joyless hear 041:43,032[A ]| The Muses' Harmony! 041:43,033[A ]| Their sacred Songs, (the Recompense 041:43,034[A ]| Of Virtue, and of Innocence) 041:43,035[A ]| Which$6#1$ pious Minds to$4$ Rapture raise, 041:43,036[A ]| And worthy Deeds, at once excite and praise, 041:43,037[A ]| To$4$ guilty Hearts afford no$2$ kind Relief; 041:43,038[A ]| But add inflaming Rage, and more afflicting Grief. 041:43,000[' ]| 041:43,039[A ]| Monstrous Typhoeus, thus, new Terrors fill, 041:43,040[A ]| He, who$6#1$ assailed the Skies, <40> 041:43,041[A ]| And now, beneath the burning Hill 041:43,042[A ]| Of dreadful Aetna lies. 041:43,043[A ]| Hearing the Lyre's Celestial Sound, 041:43,044[A ]| He bellows in$4$ the Abyss profound; 041:43,045[A ]| Sicilia trembles at his Roar, 041:43,046[A ]| Tremble the Seas, and far Campania's Shore; 041:43,047[A ]| While all his hundred Mouths, at once expire 041:43,048[A ]| Volumes of curling Smoke, and Floods of liquid Fire. 041:43,000[' ]| 041:43,049[A ]| From Heaven alone, all Good proceeds; 041:43,050[A ]| To$4$ heavenly Minds belong <50> 041:43,051[A ]| All Power and Love, Godolphin, of good Deeds, 041:43,052[A ]| And Sense of Sacred Song! 041:43,053[A ]| And thus, most pleasing are the Muse's Lays 041:43,054[A ]| To$4$ them who$6#1$ merit most her Praise; 041:43,055[A ]| Wherefore, for$4$ thee, her Ivory Lyre she strings, 041:43,056[A ]| And soars with Rapture while she sings. 041:43,000[' ]| 041:43,057[A ]| Whether, Affairs of most important Weight 041:43,058[A ]| Require thy aiding Hand, 041:43,059[A ]| And ANNA's Cause and Europe's Fate 041:43,060[A ]| Thy serious Thoughts demand; <60> 041:43,061[A ]| Whether, thy Days and Nights are spent 041:43,062[A ]| In$4$ Cares, on$4$ Public Good intent; 041:43,063[A ]| Or, whether, leisure Hours invite 041:43,064[A ]| To$4$ manly Sports, or to$4$ refined Delight; 041:43,065[A ]| In$4$ Courts residing, or to$4$ Plains retired, 041:43,066[A ]| Where generous Steeds contest, with Emulation fired; 041:43,000[' ]| 041:43,067[A ]| Thee still she seeks, and tuneful sings thy Name, 041:43,068[A ]| As once she Theron sung, 041:43,069[A ]| While with the deathless Worthy's Fame 041:43,070[A ]| Olympian Pisa rung: <70> 041:43,071[A ]| Nor less Sublime, is now, her Choice, 041:43,072[A ]| Nor less inspired by$4$ thee, her Voice. 041:43,073[A ]| And now, she loves aloft to$9$ sound 041:43,074[A ]| The Man for$4$ more than Mortal Deeds renowned; 041:43,075[A ]| Varying anon her Theme, she takes Delight 041:43,076[A ]| The swift-heeled Horse to$9$ praise, and sing his rapid Flight. 041:43,000[' ]| 041:43,077[A ]| And see! the Air-born Racers start, 041:43,078[A ]| Impatient of the Rein; 041:43,079[A ]| Faster they run, than flies the Scythian Dart, 041:43,080[A ]| Nor passing, print the Plain! <80> 041:43,081[A ]| The Winds themselves who$6#1$ with their Swiftness vie, 041:43,082[A ]| In$4$ vain their airy Pinions ply; 041:43,083[A ]| So$5#1$ far in$4$ matchless Speed, thy Coursers pass 041:43,084[A ]| The Aetherial Authors of their Race. 041:43,000[' ]| 041:43,085[A ]| And now, a while, the well-strained Coursers breathe; 041:43,086[A ]| And now, my Muse, prepare 041:43,087[A ]| Of Olive Leaves a twisted Wreath 041:43,088[A ]| To$9$ bind the Victor's Hair. 041:43,089[A ]| Pallas, in$4$ care of Human-kind, 041:43,090[A ]| The fruitful Olive first designed; <90> 041:43,091[A ]| Deep in$4$ the Glebe her Spear she lanced, 041:43,092[A ]| When all at once, the laden Boughs advanced: 041:43,093[A ]| The Gods with Wonder viewed the teeming Earth, 041:43,094[A ]| And all with one Consent, approved the beauteous Birth. 041:43,000[' ]| 041:43,095[A ]| This done, Earth-shaking Neptune next essayed, 041:43,096[A ]| In$4$ Bounty to$4$ the World, 041:43,097[A ]| To$9$ emulate the blue-eyed Maid; 041:43,098[A ]| And his huge Trident hurled 041:43,099[A ]| Against the sounding Beach; the Stroke 041:43,100[A ]| Transfixed the Globe, and open broke <100> 041:43,101[A ]| The Central Earth, whence, swift as Light 041:43,102[A ]| Forth rushed the first-born Horse. Stupendous Sight! 041:43,103[A ]| Neptune, for$4$ human Good the Beast ordains, 041:43,104[A ]| Whom soon he tamed to$9$ Use, and taught to$9$ hear the Reins. 041:43,000[' ]| 041:43,105[A ]| Thus Gods contended, (noble Strife! 041:43,106[A ]| Worthy the heavenly Mind) 041:43,107[A ]| Who$6#1$ most should do to$9$ soften anxious Life, 041:43,108[A ]| And most endear Mankind. 041:43,109[A ]| Thus, thou Godolphin, dost with Marlbro strive, 041:43,110[A ]| From whose joint Toils we Rest derive: <110> 041:43,111[A ]| Triumph in$4$ Wars abroad his Arm assures, 041:43,112[A ]| Sweet Peace at home thy Care secures. 041:45,000[' ]| 041:45,000[' ]| 041:45,001[A ]| It so$5#2$ befell: a silly Swain 041:45,002[A ]| Had sought his Heifer long in$4$ vain; 041:45,003[A ]| For$3$ wanton she had frisking strayed, 041:45,004[A ]| And left the Lawn, to$9$ seek the Shade. 041:45,005[A ]| Around the Plain he rolls his Eyes, 041:45,006[A ]| Then, to$4$ the Wood, in$4$ Haste he hies; 041:45,007[A ]| Where, singling out the fairest Tree, 041:45,008[A ]| He climbs, in$4$ Hopes to$9$ hear or see. 041:45,009[A ]| Anon, there chanced that$6#2$ Way to$9$ pass 041:45,010[A ]| A jolly Lad and buxom Lass: 041:45,011[A ]| The Place was apt, the Pastime pleasant; 041:45,012[A ]| Occasion with her Forelock present: 041:45,013[A ]| The Girl agog, the Gallant ready; 041:45,014[A ]| So$5#1$ lightly down he lays my Lady. 041:45,015[A ]| But so$5#2$ she turned, or so$5#2$ was laid, 041:45,016[A ]| That$3$ she some certain Charms displayed, 041:45,017[A ]| Which$6#1$ with such Wonder struck his Sight, 041:45,018[A ]| (With Wonder, much; more, with Delight) 041:45,019[A ]| That$3$ loud he cried in$4$ Rapture, 041:45,019@b | What! 041:45,020@b | What see I, Gods! What see I not! 041:45,021[A ]| But nothing named; from whence it is guessed, 041:45,022[A ]| It was more than well could be expressed. 041:45,023[A ]| The Clown aloft, who$6#1$ lent an Ear, 041:45,024[A ]| Straight stopped him short in$4$ mid Career: 041:45,025[A ]| And louder cried, 041:45,025@c | Ho! honest Friend, 041:45,026@c | That$3$ of thy seeing seest no$2$ End; 041:45,027@c | Dost see the Heifer that$6#1$ I seek? 041:45,028@c | If dost, pray be so$5#1$ kind to$9$ speak. 041:46,000[A ]| 041:46,000[A ]| 041:46,001[A ]| Sing, Muse, the Force, and all-informing Fire 041:46,002[A ]| Of Cyprian Venus, Goddess of Desire: 041:46,003[A ]| Her Charms, the Immortal Minds of Gods can move, 041:46,004[A ]| And tame the stubborn Race of Men to$4$ Love. 041:46,005[A ]| The wilder Herds and ravenous Beasts of Prey, 041:46,006[A ]| Her Influence feel, and own her kindly Sway. 041:46,007[A ]| Through pathless Air, and boundless Ocean's Space, 041:46,008[A ]| She rules the feathered Kind and finny Race; 041:46,009[A ]| Whole Nature on$4$ her sole Support depends, 041:46,010[A ]| And far as Life exists, her Care extends. 041:46,011[A ]| Of all the numerous Host of Gods above, 041:46,012[A ]| But three are found inflexible to$4$ Love. 041:46,013[A ]| Blue-eyed Minerva free preserves her Heart, 041:46,014[A ]| A Virgin unbeguiled by$4$ Cupid's Art; 041:46,015[A ]| In$4$ shining Arms the Martial Maid delights, 041:46,016[A ]| Over War presides, and well-disputed Fights; 041:46,017[A ]| With Thirst of Fame she first the Hero fired, 041:46,018[A ]| And first the Skill of useful Arts inspired; 041:46,019[A ]| Taught Artists first the carving Tool to$9$ wield, 041:46,020[A ]| Chariots with Brass to$4$ arm, and form the fenceful Shield; 041:46,021[A ]| She first taught modest Maids in$4$ early Bloom 041:46,022[A ]| To$9$ shun the lazy Life, and spin, or ply the Loom. 041:46,023[A ]| Diana next, the Paphian Queen defies, 041:46,024[A ]| Her smiling Arts and proffered Friendship flies: 041:46,025[A ]| She loves, with well-mouthed Hounds and cheerful Horn, 041:46,026[A ]| Or Silver-sounding Voice, to$9$ wake the Morn, 041:46,027[A ]| To$9$ draw the Bow, or dart the pointed Spear, 041:46,028[A ]| To$9$ wound the Mountain Boar, or rouse the woodland Deer: 041:46,029[A ]| Sometimes, of gloomy Groves she likes the Shades, 041:46,030[A ]| And there of Virgin Nymphs the Chorus leads; 041:46,031[A ]| And sometimes, seeks the Town, and leaves the Plains, 041:46,032[A ]| And loves Society where Virtue reigns. 041:46,033[A ]| The third Celestial Power averse to$4$ Love 041:46,034[A ]| Is Virgin Vesta, dear to$4$ mighty Jove; 041:46,035[A ]| Whom Neptune sought to$9$ wed, and Phoebus wooed; 041:46,036[A ]| And both with fruitless Labour long pursued; 041:46,037[A ]| For$3$ she, severely chaste, rejected both, 041:46,038[A ]| And bound her Purpose with a solemn Oath, 041:46,039[A ]| A Virgin Life inviolate to$9$ lead; 041:46,040[A ]| She swore, and Jove assenting bowed his Head. 041:46,041[A ]| But since her rigid Choice the Joys denied 041:46,042[A ]| Of Nuptial Rites, and Blessings of a Bride, 041:46,043[A ]| The bounteous Jove with Gifts that$6#1$ Want supplied. 041:46,044[A ]| High on$4$ a Throne she sits amidst the Skies, 041:46,045[A ]| And first is fed with Fumes of Sacrifice: 041:46,046[A ]| For$3$ Holy Rites to$4$ Vesta first are paid, 041:46,047[A ]| And on$4$ her Altar First-fruit Offerings laid; 041:46,048[A ]| So$5#2$ Jove ordained in$4$ Honour of the Maid. 041:46,049[A ]| These are the Powers above, and only these, 041:46,050[A ]| Whom Love and Cytherea's Arts displease: 041:46,051[A ]| Of other Beings, none in$4$ Earth or Skies 041:46,052[A ]| Her Force resists, or Influence denies. 041:46,053[A ]| With Ease, her Charms the Thunderer can bind, 041:46,054[A ]| And captivate with Love the Almighty Mind: 041:46,055[A ]| Even He, whose dread Commands the Gods obey, 041:46,056[A ]| Submits to$4$ her, and owns superior Sway; 041:46,057[A ]| Enslaved to$4$ Mortal Beauties by$4$ her Power, 041:46,058[A ]| He oft descends, his Creatures to$9$ adore; 041:46,059[A ]| While to$9$ conceal the Theft from Juno's Eyes, 041:46,060[A ]| Some well-dissembled Shape the God belies. 041:46,061[A ]| Juno, his Wife and Sister, both in$4$ Place 041:46,062[A ]| And Beauty, first among the Ethereal Race; 041:46,063[A ]| Whom, all transcending in$4$ superior Worth, 041:46,064[A ]| Wise Saturn got, and Cybele brought forth; 041:46,065[A ]| And Jove, by$4$ never-erring Counsel swayed, 041:46,066[A ]| The Partner of his Bed and Empire made. 041:46,067[A ]| But Jove at length with just Resentment fired, 041:46,068[A ]| The laughing Queen herself with Love inspired. 041:46,069[A ]| Swift through her Veins the sweet Contagion ran, 041:46,070[A ]| And kindled in$4$ her Breast, Desire of mortal Man; 041:46,071[A ]| That$3$ she, like$4$ other Deities, might prove 041:46,072[A ]| The Pains and Pleasures of inferior Love; 041:46,073[A ]| And not insultingly the Gods deride, 041:46,074[A ]| Whose Sons were human by$4$ the Mother's side: 041:46,075[A ]| Thus, Jove ordained she now for$4$ Man should burn, 041:46,076[A ]| And bring forth Mortal Off-spring in$4$ her turn. 041:46,077[A ]| Amongst the Springs which$6#1$ flow from Ida's Head, 041:46,078[A ]| His lowing Herds the young Anchises fed: 041:46,079[A ]| Whose godlike Form and Face the smiling Queen 041:46,080[A ]| Beheld, and loved to$4$ Madness soon as seen. 041:46,081[A ]| To$4$ Cyprus, straight the wounded Goddess flies, 041:46,082[A ]| Where Paphian Temples in$4$ her Honour rise, 041:46,083[A ]| And Altars smoke with daily Sacrifice. 041:46,084[A ]| Soon as arrived, she to$4$ her Shrine repaired, 041:46,085[A ]| Where entering quick, the shining Gates she barred. 041:46,086[A ]| The ready Graces wait, her Baths prepare, 041:46,087[A ]| And oint with fragrant Oils her flowing Hair; 041:46,088[A ]| Her flowing Hair around her Shoulders spreads, 041:46,089[A ]| And all adown, Ambrosial Odour sheds. 041:46,090[A ]| Last, in$4$ transparent Robes her Limbs they fold, 041:46,091[A ]| Enriched with Ornaments of purest Gold. 041:46,092[A ]| And thus attired, her Chariot she ascends, 041:46,093[A ]| And Cyprus left, her Flight to$4$ Troy she bends. 041:46,094[A ]| On$4$ Ida she alights, then seeks the Seat 041:46,095[A ]| Which$6#1$ loved Anchises chose for$4$ his Retreat: 041:46,096[A ]| And ever as she walked through Lawn or Wood, 041:46,097[A ]| Promiscuous Herds of Beasts admiring stood. 041:46,098[A ]| Some humbly follow, while some fawning meet, 041:46,099[A ]| And lick the Ground, and crouch beneath her Feet. 041:46,100[A ]| Dogs, Lions, Wolves and Bears their Eyes unite, 041:46,101[A ]| And the swift Panther stops to$9$ gaze with fixed Delight. 041:46,102[A ]| For$3$, every Glance she gives, soft Fire imparts, 041:46,103[A ]| Enkindling sweet Desire in$4$ Savage Hearts. 041:46,104[A ]| Inflamed with Love, all single out their Mates, 041:46,105[A ]| And to$4$ their shady Dens each Pair retreats. 041:46,106[A ]| Meantime the Tent she spies so$5#1$ much desired, 041:46,107[A ]| Where her Anchises was alone retired; 041:46,108[A ]| Withdrawn from all his Friends, and Fellow-Swains, 041:46,109[A ]| Who$6#1$ fed their Flocks beneath, and sought the Plains: 041:46,110[A ]| In$4$ pleasing Solitude the Youth she found, 041:46,111[A ]| Intent upon$4$ his Lyre's harmonious Sound. 041:46,112[A ]| Before his Eyes Jove's beauteous Daughter stood, 041:46,113[A ]| In$4$ Form and Dress, a Huntress of the Wood; 041:46,114[A ]| For$3$ had he seen the Goddess undisguised, 041:46,115[A ]| The Youth with Awe and Fear had been surprised. 041:46,116[A ]| Fixed he beheld her, and with Joy admired 041:46,117[A ]| To$9$ see a Nymph so$5#1$ bright, and so$5#2$ attired. 041:46,118[A ]| For$3$ from her flowing Robe a Lustre spread, 041:46,119[A ]| As if with radiant Flame she were arrayed; 041:46,120[A ]| Her Hair in$4$ part disclosed, in$4$ part concealed, 041:46,121[A ]| In$4$ Ringlets fell, or was with Jewels held; 041:46,122[A ]| With various Gold and Gems her Neck was graced, 041:46,123[A ]| And orient Pearls heaved on$4$ her panting Breast: 041:46,124[A ]| Bright as the Moon she shone, with silent Light, 041:46,125[A ]| And charmed his Sense with Wonder and Delight. 041:46,126[A ]| Thus while Anchises gazed, through every Vein 041:46,127[A ]| A thrilling Joy he felt, and pleasing Pain. 041:46,128[A ]| At length he spake ~~ 041:46,128@c | All hail Celestial Fair! 041:46,129@c | Who$6#1$ humbly dost to$9$ visit Earth repair. 041:46,130@c | Whoever thou art, descended from above, 041:46,131@c | Latona, Cynthia or the Queen of Love, 041:46,132@c | All hail! all Honour shall to$4$ thee be paid; 041:46,133@c | Or art thou Themis? or the blue-eyed Maid? 041:46,134@c | Or, art thou fairest of the Graces three, 041:46,135@c | Who$6#1$ with the Gods share Immortality? 041:46,136@c | Or else, some Nymph, the Guardian of these Woods, 041:46,137@c | These Caves, these fruitful Hills, or Crystal Floods? 041:46,138@c | Whoever thou art, in$4$ some conspicuous Field, 041:46,139@c | I, to$4$ thy Honour will$1$ an Altar build, 041:46,140@c | Where holy Offerings I will$1$ each Hour prepare; 041:46,141@c | O prove but thou propitious to$4$ my Prayer. 041:46,142@c | Grant me, among the Trojan Race, to$9$ prove 041:46,143@c | A Patriot worthy of my Country's Love; 041:46,144@c | Blessed in$4$ myself, I beg, I next, may be 041:46,145@c | Blessed in$4$ my Children and Posterity: 041:46,146@c | Happy in$4$ Health, long let me see the Sun, 041:46,147@c | And, loved by$4$ all, late may my Days be done. 041:46,148[A ]| He said ~~ Jove's beauteous Daughter thus replied. 041:46,149@b | Delight of Human-kind, thy Sex's Pride! 041:46,150@b | Honoured Anchises, you behold in$4$ me 041:46,151@b | No$2$ Goddess blessed with Immortality; 041:46,152@b | But Mortal I, of mortal Mother came, 041:46,153@b | Otreus my Father, (you have heard the Name) 041:46,154@b | Who$6#1$ rules the fair Extent of Phrygia's Lands, 041:46,155@b | And all her Towns and Fortresses commands. 041:46,156@b | When yet an Infant, I to$4$ Troy was brought, 041:46,157@b | There was I nursed, and there, your Language taught; 041:46,158@b | Then wonder not, if, thus instructed young, 041:46,159@b | I, like$4$ my own, can speak the Trojan Tongue. 041:46,160@b | In$4$ me, one of Diana's Nymphs behold; 041:46,161@b | Why thus arrived, I shall the Cause unfold. 041:46,162@b | As, late, our Sports we practised on$4$ the Plain, 041:46,163@b | I, and my Fellow Nymphs of Cynthia's Train, 041:46,164@b | Dancing in$4$ Chorus, and with Garlands crowned, 041:46,165@b | And by$4$ admiring Crowds encompassed round, 041:46,166@b | Lo! hovering over my Head I saw the God 041:46,167@b | Who$6#1$ Argus slew, and bears the golden Rod: 041:46,168@b | Sudden he seized, then, bore me from their Sight, 041:46,169@b | Cutting through liquid Air his rapid Flight. 041:46,170@b | Over many States and peopled Towns we passed, 041:46,171@b | Over Hills and Valleys, and over Deserts waste; 041:46,172@b | Over barren Moors, and over unwholesome Fens, 041:46,173@b | And Woods where Beasts inhabit dreadful Dens. 041:46,174@b | Through all which$6#1$ pathless Way our Speed was such, 041:46,175@b | We stopped not once the Face of Earth to$9$ touch. 041:46,176@b | Meantime he told me, while through Air we fled, 041:46,177@b | That$3$ Jove ordained I should Anchises wed, 041:46,178@b | And with illustrious Off-spring bless his Bed. 041:46,179@b | This said, and pointing to$4$ me your Abode, 041:46,180@b | To$4$ Heaven again up-soared the swift-winged God. 041:46,181@b | Thus, of Necessity, to$4$ you I come, 041:46,182@b | Unknown, and lost, far from my native home. 041:46,183@b | But I conjure you, by$4$ the Throne of Jove, 041:46,184@b | By$4$ all that$6#1$ is dear to$4$ you, by$4$ all you love, 041:46,185@b | By$4$ your good Parents, (for$3$ no$2$ bad, could ever 041:46,186@b | Produce a Son so$5#1$ graceful, good, and fair:) 041:46,187@b | That$3$ you no$2$ Wiles employ to$9$ win my Heart, 041:46,188@b | But let me hence an untouched Maid Depart; 041:46,189@b | Inviolate and guiltless of your Bed, 041:46,190@b | Let me be to$4$ your House and Mother led. 041:46,191@b | Me to$4$ your Father and your Brothers show, 041:46,192@b | And our Alliance first let them allow: 041:46,193@b | Let me be known, and my Condition owned, 041:46,194@b | And no$2$ unequal Match I may be found. 041:46,195@b | Equality to$4$ them my Birth may claim, 041:46,196@b | Worthy a Daughter's or a Sister's Name, 041:46,197@b | Though for$4$ your Wife, of too inferior Fame. 041:46,198@b | Next, let Ambassadors to$4$ Phrygia haste 041:46,199@b | To$9$ tell my Father of my Fortunes passed, 041:46,200@b | And ease my Mother in$4$ that$6#2$ anxious State, 041:46,201@b | Of Doubts and Fears, which$6#1$, Cares for$4$ me create. 041:46,202@b | They in$4$ return shall Presents bring from thence 041:46,203@b | Of rich Attire, and Sums of Gold immense: 041:46,204@b | You in$4$ peculiar shall with Gifts be graced, 041:46,205@b | In$4$ Price and Beauty far above the rest. 041:46,206@b | This done, perform the Rites of Nuptial Love, 041:46,207@b | Grateful to$4$ Men below, and Gods above. 041:46,208[A ]| She said, and from her Eyes shot subtle Fires, 041:46,209[A ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ his Heart insinuate Desires. 041:46,210[A ]| Resistless Love invading thus his Breast, 041:46,211[A ]| The panting Youth the smiling Queen addressed. 041:46,212@c | Since Mortal you, of mortal Mother came, 041:46,213@c | And Otreus you report your Father's Name, 041:46,214@c | And since the Immortal Hermes from above, 041:46,215@c | To$9$ execute the dread Commands of Jove, 041:46,216@c | Your wondrous Beauties hither has conveyed, 041:46,217@c | A Nuptial Life with me henceforth to$9$ lead: 041:46,218@c | Know, now, that$3$ neither Gods nor Men have Power 041:46,219@c | One Minute to$9$ defer the happy Hour, 041:46,220@c | This Instant will$1$ I seize upon$4$ thy Charms, 041:46,221@c | Mix with thy Soul, and melt within thy Arms: 041:46,222@c | Though Phoebus, armed with his unerring Dart, 041:46,223@c | Stood ready to$9$ transfix my panting Heart; 041:46,224@c | Though Death, though Hell, in$4$ consequence attend, 041:46,225@c | Thou shalt with me the Genial Bed ascend. 041:46,226[A ]| He said, and sudden snatched her beauteous Hand; 041:46,227[A ]| The Goddess smiled, nor did the Attempt withstand: 041:46,228[A ]| But fixed her Eyes upon$4$ the Heroed Bed, 041:46,229[A ]| Where soft and silken Coverlets were spread, 041:46,230[A ]| And over all, a Counterpane was placed, 041:46,231[A ]| Thick sown with Furs of many a Savage Beast, 041:46,232[A ]| Of Bears and Lions, heretofore his Spoil; 041:46,233[A ]| And still remained the Trophies of his Toil. 041:46,234[A ]| Now to$9$ ascend the Bed they both prepare, 041:46,235[A ]| And he with eager Haste disrobes the Fair. 041:46,236[A ]| Her sparkling Necklace, first, he laid aside; 041:46,237[A ]| Her Bracelets next, and braided Hair untied: 041:46,238[A ]| And now, his busy Hand her Zone unbraced, 041:46,239[A ]| Which$6#1$ girt her radiant Robe around her Waist; 041:46,240[A ]| Her radiant Robe at last aside was thrown, 041:46,241[A ]| Whose rosy hue with dazzling Lustre shone. 041:46,242[A ]| The Queen of Love, the Youth thus disarrayed, 041:46,243[A ]| And on$4$ a Chair of Gold her Vestments laid. 041:46,244[A ]| Anchises now, (so$5#2$ Jove and Fate ordained) 041:46,245[A ]| The sweet Extreme of Ecstasy attained; 041:46,246[A ]| And Mortal he, was like$4$ the Immortals blessed, 041:46,247[A ]| Not conscious of the Goddess he possessed. 041:46,248[A ]| But, when the Swains their Flocks and Herds had fed, 041:46,249[A ]| And from the flowery Field returning, led 041:46,250[A ]| Their Sheep to$9$ fold, and Oxen to$4$ the Shed; 041:46,251[A ]| In$4$ soft and pleasing Chains of Sleep profound, 041:46,252[A ]| The wary Goddess her Anchises bound: 041:46,253[A ]| Then gently rising from his Side and Bed, 041:46,254[A ]| In$4$ all her bright Attire her Limbs arrayed. 041:46,255[A ]| And now her Fair-crowned Head aloft she rears, 041:46,256[A ]| Nor more a Mortal, but herself appears: 041:46,257[A ]| Her Face refulgent, and Majestic Mien, 041:46,258[A ]| Confessed the Goddess, Love's and Beauty's Queen. 041:46,259[A ]| Then, thus, aloud she calls. 041:46,259@b | Anchises, wake; 041:46,260@b | Thy fond Repose and Lethargy forsake: 041:46,261@b | Look on$4$ the Nymph who$6#1$ late from Phrygia came, 041:46,262@b | Behold me well ~~ say, if I seem the same. 041:46,263[A ]| At her first Call the Chains of Sleep were broke, 041:46,264[A ]| And starting from his Bed, Anchises woke: 041:46,265[A ]| But when he Venus viewed without Disguise, 041:46,266[A ]| Her shining Neck beheld, and radiant Eyes; 041:46,267[A ]| Awed, and abashed, he turned his Head aside, 041:46,268[A ]| Attempting, with his Robe his Face to$9$ hide. 041:46,269[A ]| Confused with Wonder, and with Fear oppressed, 041:46,270[A ]| In$4$ winged Words, he thus the Queen addressed. 041:46,271@c | When first, O Goddess, I thy Form beheld, 041:46,272@c | Whose Charms so$5#1$ far Humanity excelled; 041:46,273@c | To$4$ thy Celestial Power my Vows I paid, 041:46,274@c | And with Humility implored thy Aid: 041:46,275@c | But thou, for$4$ secret Cause to$4$ me unknown, 041:46,276@c | Didst thy Divine Immortal State disown. 041:46,277@c | But now, I beg thee by$4$ the Filial Love 041:46,278@c | Due to$4$ thy Father, Aegis-bearing Jove, 041:46,279@c | Compassion on$4$ my human State to$9$ show; 041:46,280@c | Nor let me lead a Life infirm below: 041:46,281@c | Defend me from the Woes which$6#1$ Mortals wait, 041:46,282@c | Nor let me share of Men the common Fate: 041:46,283@c | Since never Man with length of Days was blest, 041:46,284@c | Who$6#1$ in$4$ Delights of Love a Deity possessed. 041:46,285[A ]| To$4$ him, Jove's beauteous Daughter thus replied; 041:46,286@b | Be bold, Anchises; in$4$ my Love confide: 041:46,287@b | Nor me, nor other God, thou needst to$9$ fear, 041:46,288@b | For$3$ thou, to$4$ all the heavenly Race art Dear. 041:46,289@b | Know, from our Loves, thou shalt a Son obtain, 041:46,290@b | Who$6#1$ over all the Realm of Troy shall reign; 041:46,291@b | From whom, a Race of Monarchs shall descend, 041:46,292@b | And whose Posterity shall know no$2$ End. 041:46,293@b | To$4$ him thou shalt the Name Aeneas give, 041:46,294@b | As one, for$4$ whose Conception I must grieve, 041:46,295@b | Oft as I think, he to$9$ exist began 041:46,296@b | From my Conjunction with a Mortal Man. 041:46,297@b | But Troy, of all the habitable Earth, 041:46,298@b | To$4$ a superior Race of Men gives Birth; 041:46,299@b | Producing Heroes of the Ethereal kind, 041:46,300@b | And next resembling Gods in$4$ Form and Mind. 041:46,301@b | From thence, great Jove to$4$ azure Skies conveyed 041:46,302@b | To$9$ live with Gods, the lovely Ganymede. 041:46,303@b | Where, by$4$ the Immortals honoured, (strange to$9$ see!) 041:46,304@b | The Youth enjoys a blessed Eternity. 041:46,305@b | In$4$ Bowls of Gold, he ruddy Nectar pours, 041:46,306@b | And Jove regales in$4$ his unbended Hours. 041:46,307@b | Long did the King, his Sire, his Absence mourn, 041:46,308@b | Doubtful, by$4$ whom, or where the Boy was born: 041:46,309@b | Till Jove at length, in$4$ pity of his Grief, 041:46,310@b | Dispatched Argicides to$4$ his Relief; 041:46,311@b | And more with Gifts to$9$ pacify his Mind, 041:46,312@b | He sent him Horses of a deathless kind, 041:46,313@b | Whose Feet outstripped in$4$ Speed the rapid Wind. 041:46,314@b | Charging withal swift Hermes to$9$ relate 041:46,315@b | The Youth's Advancement to$4$ a heavenly State; 041:46,316@b | Where, all his Hours are past in$4$ circling Joy, 041:46,317@b | Which$6#1$ Age can never decay, nor Death destroy. 041:46,318@b | Now, when this Embassy the King receives, 041:46,319@b | No$2$ more for$4$ absent Ganymede he grieves; 041:46,320@b | The pleasing News his aged Heart revives, 041:46,321@b | And with Delight his Swift-heeled Steeds he drives. 041:46,322@b | But when the Golden-throned Aurora, made 041:46,323@b | Tithonus Partner of her rosy Bed, 041:46,324@b | (Tithonus too was of the Trojan Line, 041:46,325@b | Resembling Gods in$4$ Face and Form Divine) 041:46,326@b | For$4$ him she straight the Thunderer addressed, 041:46,327@b | That$3$ with perpetual Life he might be blessed: 041:46,328@b | Jove heard her Prayer, and granted her Request. 041:46,329@b | But ah! how rash was she, how indiscreet! 041:46,330@b | The most material Blessing to$9$ omit; 041:46,331@b | Neglecting, or not thinking to$9$ provide, 041:46,332@b | That$3$ Length of Days might be with Strength supplied; 041:46,333@b | And to$4$ her Lover's endless Life, engage 041:46,334@b | And endless Youth, incapable of Age. 041:46,335@b | But hear what Fate befell this heavenly Fair, 041:46,336@b | In$4$ Gold enthroned, the brightest Child of Air. 041:46,337@b | Tithonus, while of pleasing Youth possessed, 041:46,338@b | Is by$4$ Aurora with Delight caressed; 041:46,339@b | Dear to$4$ her Arms, he in$4$ her Court resides, 041:46,340@b | Beyond the Verge of Earth, and Ocean's utmost Tides. 041:46,341@b | But, when she saw grey Hairs begin to$9$ spread, 041:46,342@b | Deform his Beard, and disadorn his Head, 041:46,343@b | The Goddess cold in$4$ her Embraces grew, 041:46,344@b | His Arms declined, and from his Bed withdrew; 041:46,345@b | Yet still a kind of nursing Care she showed, 041:46,346@b | And Food ambrosial, and rich Clothes bestowed: 041:46,347@b | But when of Age he felt the sad Extreme, 041:46,348@b | And every Nerve was shrunk, and Limb was lame, 041:46,349@b | Locked in$4$ a Room her useless Spouse she left, 041:46,350@b | Of Youth, of Vigour, and of Voice bereft. 041:46,351@b | On$4$ Terms like$4$ these, I never can desire 041:46,352@b | Thou shouldst to$4$ Immortality aspire. 041:46,353@b | Couldst thou indeed, as now thou art, remain, 041:46,354@b | Thy Strength, thy Beauty, and thy Youth retain, 041:46,355@b | Couldst thou forever thus my Husband prove, 041:46,356@b | I might live happy in$4$ thy endless Love; 041:46,357@b | Nor should I ever have Cause to$9$ dread the Day, 041:46,358@b | When I must mourn thy Loss and Life's Decay. 041:46,359@b | But thou, alas! too soon and sure must bend 041:46,360@b | Beneath the Woes which$6#1$ painful Age attend; 041:46,361@b | Inexorable Age! whose wretched State 041:46,362@b | All Mortals dread, and all Immortals hate. 041:46,363@b | Now, know, I also must my Portion share, 041:46,364@b | And for$4$ thy sake Reproach and Shame must bear. 041:46,365@b | For$3$ I, who$6#1$ heretofore in$4$ Chains of Love, 041:46,366@b | Could captivate the Minds of Gods above, 041:46,367@b | And force them, by$4$ my all-subduing Charms, 041:46,368@b | To$9$ sigh and languish in$4$ a Woman's Arms: 041:46,369@b | Must now no$2$ more that$6#2$ Power superior boast, 041:46,370@b | Nor tax with Weakness the Celestial Host; 041:46,371@b | Since I myself, this dear Amends have made, 041:46,372@b | And am at last by$4$ my own Arts betrayed. 041:46,373@b | Erring like$4$ them, with Appetite depraved, 041:46,374@b | This Hour, by$4$ thee, I have a Son conceived; 041:46,375@b | Whom hid beneath my Zone, I must conceal, 041:46,376@b | Till Time his Being and my Shame reveal. 041:46,377@b | Him shall the Nymphs who$6#1$ these fair Woods adorn 041:46,378@b | In$4$ their deep Bosoms nurse, as soon as born: 041:46,379@b | They nor of Mortal nor Immortal Seed 041:46,380@b | Are said to$9$ spring, yet on$4$ Ambrosia feed, 041:46,381@b | And long they live; and oft in$4$ Chorus join 041:46,382@b | With Gods and Goddesses in$4$ Dance divine. 041:46,383@b | These the Sileni court; these Hermes loves, 041:46,384@b | And their Embraces seeks in$4$ shady Groves. 041:46,385@b | Their Origin and Birth these Nymphs deduce 041:46,386@b | From common Parent Earth's prolific Juice: 041:46,387@b | With lofty Firs which$6#1$ grace the Mountain's Brow, 041:46,388@b | Or ample-spreading Oaks, at once they grow; 041:46,389@b | All have their Trees allotted to$4$ their Care, 041:46,390@b | Whose Growth, Duration and Decrease they share. 041:46,391@b | But holy are these Groves by$4$ Mortals held, 041:46,392@b | And therefore, by$4$ the Axe are never felled. 041:46,393@b | But when the Fate of some fair Tree draws nigh, 041:46,394@b | It first appears to$9$ droop, and then grows dry; 041:46,395@b | The Bark to$9$ crack and perish, next is seen, 041:46,396@b | And last the Boughs it sheds, no$2$ longer green: 041:46,397@b | And thus the Nymphs expire by$4$ like$2$ degrees, 041:46,398@b | And live and die coeval with their Trees. 041:46,399@b | These gentle Nymphs, by$4$ my Persuasion won, 041:46,400@b | Shall in$4$ their sweet Recesses nurse my Son; 041:46,401@b | And when his Cheeks with Youth's first Blushes glow, 041:46,402@b | To$4$ thee the Sacred Maids the Boy shall show. 041:46,403@b | More to$9$ instruct thee, when five Years shall end, 041:46,404@b | I will$1$ again to$9$ visit thee descend, 041:46,405@b | Bringing thy beauteous Son to$9$ charm thy Sight, 041:46,406@b | Whose Godlike Form shall fill thee with Delight; 041:46,407@b | Him will$1$ I leave thenceforward to$4$ thy Care, 041:46,408@b | And will$1$ that$3$ with him thou to$4$ Troy repair: 041:46,409@b | There, if Enquiry shall be made, to$9$ know 041:46,410@b | To$4$ whom thou dost so$5#1$ bright an Off-spring owe; 041:46,411@b | Be sure, thou nothing of the Truth detect, 041:46,412@b | But ready Answer make as I direct. 041:46,413@b | Say of a Sylvan Nymph the fair Youth came, 041:46,414@b | And Calycopis call his Mother's Name. 041:46,415@b | For$3$ shouldst thou boast the Truth, and madly own 041:46,416@b | That$3$ thou in$4$ Bliss hadst Cytherea known, 041:46,417@b | Jove would his Anger pour upon$4$ thy Head, 041:46,418@b | And with avenging Thunder strike thee dead. 041:46,419@b | Now all is told thee, and just Caution given, 041:46,420@b | Be secret thou, and dread the Wrath of Heaven. 041:46,421[A ]| She said, and sudden soared above his Sight, 041:46,422[A ]| Cutting through liquid Air her Heavenward Flight. 041:46,423[A ]| All hail, bright Cyprian Queen! thee first I praise; 041:46,424[A ]| Then, to$4$ some other Power transfer my Lays. 041:47,000[' ]| 041:47,000[' ]| 041:47,000[' ]| 041:47,001[A ]| Thus, to$4$ a ripe, consenting Maid, 041:47,002[A ]| Poor, old, repenting Delia said, 041:47,003@b | Would you long preserve your Lover? 041:47,004@b | Would you still his Goddess reign? 041:47,005@b | Never let him all discover, 041:47,006@b | Never let him much obtain. 041:47,000[' ]| 041:47,007@b | Men will$1$ admire, adore and die, 041:47,008@b | While wishing at your Feet they lie: 041:47,009@b | But admitting their Embraces, 041:47,010@b | Wakes them from the golden Dream; 041:47,011@b | Nothing is new besides our Faces, 041:47,012@b | Every Woman is the same. 041:49,000[' ]| 041:49,000[' ]| 041:49,000[' ]| 041:49,001[A ]| Cynthia frowns whenever I Woo her, 041:49,002[A ]| Yet she is vexed if I give over; 041:49,003[A ]| Much she fears I should undo her, 041:49,004[A ]| But much more, to$9$ lose her Lover: 041:49,005[A ]| Thus, in$4$ doubting, she refuses; 041:49,006[A ]| And not Winning, thus she loses. 041:49,000[' ]| 041:49,007[A ]| Prithee Cynthia look behind you, 041:49,008[A ]| Age and Wrinkles will$1$ overtake you; 041:49,009[A ]| Then too late, desire will$1$ find you, 041:49,010[A ]| When the power does forsake you: 041:49,011[A ]| Think, O think of the sad Condition, 041:49,012[A ]| To$9$ be past, yet wish Fruition. 041:50,000[' ]| 041:50,001[A ]| Ancient Phillis, has young Graces, 041:50,002[A ]| It is a strange thing, but a true one; 041:50,003[A ]| Shall I tell you how? 041:50,004[A ]| She herself makes her own Faces, 041:50,005[A ]| And each Morning wears a new one; 041:50,006[A ]| Where is the Wonder now? 041:51,000[' ]| 041:51,000[' ]| 041:51,000[' ]| <1.> 041:51,001[A ]| A Nymph and a Swain to$4$ Apollo once prayed, 041:51,002[A ]| The Swain had been Jilted, the Nymph been Betrayed: 041:51,003[A ]| Their Intent was to$9$ try if his Oracle knew 041:51,004[A ]| Ever a Nymph that$6#1$ was Chaste, or a Swain that$6#1$ was True. 041:51,000[' ]| <2.> 041:51,005[A ]| Apollo was mute, and had like$5$ to$9$ have been posed, 041:51,006[A ]| But sagely at length he this Secret disclosed: 041:51,007@b | He alone will$1$ not Betray in$4$ whom none will$1$ Confide, 041:51,008@b | And the Nymph may be Chaste that$6#1$ has never been Tried. 041:53,000[' ]| 041:53,000[' ]| <1.> 041:53,001[A ]| I Tell thee, Charmion, could I Time retrieve, 041:53,002[A ]| And could again begin to$9$ Love and Live, 041:53,003[A ]| To$4$ you I should my earliest Offering give; 041:53,004[A ]| I knew my Eyes would lead my Heart to$4$ you, 041:53,005[A ]| And I should all my Vows and Oaths renew, 041:53,006[A ]| But to$9$ be plain, I never would be true. 041:53,000[' ]| <2.> 041:53,007[A ]| For$3$ by$4$ our weak and weary Truth, I find, 041:53,008[A ]| Love hates to$9$ centre in$4$ a Point assigned, 041:53,009[A ]| But runs with Joy the Circle of the Mind. 041:53,010[A ]| Then never let us chain what should be free, 041:53,011[A ]| But for$4$ relief of either Sex agree, 041:53,012[A ]| Since Women love to$9$ change, and so$5#2$ do we. 041:54,000[' ]| 041:54,000[' ]| 041:54,000[' ]| 041:54,001[A ]| LOVE is but the frailty of the Mind, 041:54,002[A ]| When it is not with Ambition joined; 041:54,003[A ]| A sickly Flame, which$6#1$ if not fed expires; 041:54,004[A ]| And feeding, wastes in$4$ Self-consuming Fires. 041:54,000[' ]| 041:54,005[A ]| It is not to$9$ wound a wanton Boy 041:54,006[A ]| Or amorous Youth, that$6#1$ gives the Joy; 041:54,007[A ]| But it is the Glory to$9$ have pierced a Swain, 041:54,008[A ]| For$4$ whom inferior Beauties sighed in$4$ vain. 041:54,000[' ]| 041:54,009[A ]| Then I alone the Conquest prize 041:54,010[A ]| When I insult a Rival's Eyes: 041:54,011[A ]| If there is Delight in$4$ Love, it is when I see 041:54,012[A ]| That$6#2$ Heart which$6#1$ others bleed for$4$, bleed for$4$ me. 041:55,000[' ]| 041:55,000[' ]| 041:55,001[A ]| Prithee fill me the Glass 041:55,002[A ]| Till it laugh in$4$ my Face, 041:55,003[A ]| With Ale that$6#1$ is Potent and Mellow; 041:55,004[A ]| He that$6#1$ Whines for$4$ a Lass, 041:55,005[A ]| Is an Ignorant Ass, 041:55,006[A ]| For$3$ a Bumper has not its Fellow. 041:55,000[' ]| 041:55,007[A ]| We will$1$ drink and we will$1$ never have done Boys 041:55,008[A ]| Put the glass then around with the Sun Boys 041:55,009[A ]| Let Apollo's Example invite us; 041:55,010[A ]| For$3$ he is drunk every Night, 041:55,011[A ]| And that$6#2$ makes him so$5#1$ bright, 041:55,012[A ]| That$3$ he is able next Morning to$9$ light us. 041:55,000[' ]| 041:55,013[A ]| To$9$ drink is a Christian Diversion, 041:55,014[A ]| Unknown to$4$ the Turk and the Persian: 041:55,015[A ]| Let Mohammedan Fools 041:55,016[A ]| Live by$4$ Heathenish Rules, 041:55,017[A ]| And be damned over Tea-Cups and Coffee. 041:55,018[A ]| But let British Lads sing, 041:55,019[A ]| Crown a Health to$4$ the King, 041:55,020[A ]| And a Fig for$4$ your Sultan and Sophy. 041:57,000[' ]| 041:57,000[' ]| 041:57,000[' ]| 041:57,001[A ]| HOW Happy is the Husband, whose Wife has been tried! 041:57,002[A ]| Not Damned to$4$ the Bed of an Ignorant Bride? 041:57,003[A ]| Secure of what is left, he never misses the rest, 041:57,004[A ]| But where there is enough, supposes a Feast; 041:57,005[A ]| So$3$ foreknowing the Cheat, 041:57,006[A ]| He escapes the Deceit, 041:57,007[A ]| And in$4$ spite of the Curse, resolves to$9$ be Blessed. 041:57,000[' ]| <2.> 041:57,008[A ]| If Children are Blessings, his Comfort is the more, 041:57,009[A ]| Whose Spouse has been known to$9$ be Fruitful before; 041:57,010[A ]| And the Boy that$6#1$ she brings ready made to$4$ his Hand, 041:57,011[A ]| May stand him instead, for$4$ an Heir to$4$ his Land, 041:57,012[A ]| Should his own prove a Sot, 041:57,013[A ]| When he is Lawfully Got, 041:57,014[A ]| As whenever it is so$5#2$, if he do not, I will$1$ be hanged. 041:58,000[' ]| 041:58,000[' ]| 041:58,000[' ]| 041:58,001[A ]| Ah stay! ah turn! ah whither would you fly 041:58,002[A ]| Too charming, too relentless Maid? 041:58,003[A ]| I follow not to$9$ Conquer but to$9$ Die, 041:58,004[A ]| You of the fearful are afraid. 041:58,000[' ]| 041:58,005[A ]| In$4$ vain I call; for$3$ she like$4$ fleeting Air, 041:58,006[A ]| When pressed by$4$ some tempestuous Wind, 041:58,007[A ]| Flies swifter from the Voice of my Despair, 041:58,008[A ]| Nor casts one pitying Look behind. 041:59,000[' ]| 041:59,000[' ]| 041:59,001[B ]| Ah! Whither, whither shall I fly, 041:59,002[B ]| A poor unhappy Maid; 041:59,003[B ]| To$4$ hopeless Love and Misery 041:59,004[B ]| By$4$ my own Heart betrayed? 041:59,005[B ]| Not by$4$ Alexis Eyes undone, 041:59,006[B ]| Nor by$4$ his Charming Faithless Tongue, 041:59,007[B ]| Or any Practised Art; 041:59,008[B ]| Such real Ills may hope a Cure, 041:59,009[B ]| But the sad Pains which$6#1$ I endure 041:59,010[B ]| Proceed from fancied Smart. 041:59,000[' ]| 041:59,011[B ]| It was Fancy gave Alexis Charms, 041:59,012[B ]| Before I beheld his Face: 041:59,013[B ]| Kind Fancy (then) could fold our Arms, 041:59,014[B ]| And form a soft Embrace. 041:59,015[B ]| But since I have seen the real Swain, 041:59,016[B ]| And tried to$9$ fancy him again, 041:59,017[B ]| I am by$4$ my Fancy taught, 041:59,018[B ]| Though it is a Bliss no$2$ Tongue can tell, 041:59,019[B ]| To$9$ have Alexis, yet it is Hell 041:59,020[B ]| To$9$ have him but in$4$ Thought. 041:61,000[' ]| 041:61,001[A ]| GO, thou unhappy Victim, go 041:61,002[A ]| Thou poor distracted Heart, 041:61,003[A ]| Oppressed with all thy mighty Woe, 041:61,004[A ]| Thy endless Love, and Smart; 041:61,005[A ]| Go to$4$ Aminta, tell thy Grief; 041:61,006[A ]| Go to$4$ Aminta, beg Relief; 041:61,007[A ]| Pray to$4$ that$6#2$ Cruel Fair, 041:61,008[A ]| And let, oh let her hear 041:61,009[A ]| The various Cries of thy Despair. 041:61,010[A ]| In$4$ bleeding Wounds, and trembling Fears, 041:61,011[A ]| In$4$ moving Sighs and melting Tears, 041:61,012[A ]| Pant to$4$ her Eyes, and pierce her Ears. 041:61,013[A ]| Ah! sure she cannot see, 041:61,014[A ]| A Heart, so$5#1$ clad in$4$ Misery, 041:61,015[A ]| And yet no$2$ Pity have; 041:61,016[A ]| Oh no$7$ ~~ she cannot ~~ sure she will$1$ 041:61,017[A ]| In$4$ tender Mercy save, 041:61,018[A ]| Or else in$4$ rigid Mercy kill. 041:62,000[' ]| 041:62,000[' ]| <1.> 041:62,001[A ]| Faded Delia moves Compassion 041:62,002[A ]| But no$2$ longer can subdue; 041:62,003[A ]| Now her Face is out of fashion 041:62,004[A ]| She must take her turn and sue. 041:62,000[' ]| <2.> 041:62,005[A ]| All her Airs so$5#1$ long affected 041:62,006[A ]| Might in$4$ blooming Youth be born, 041:62,007[A ]| But in$4$ Age if not corrected 041:62,008[A ]| Move our Pity or our Scorn. 041:62,000[' ]| <3.> 041:62,009[A ]| Wealth nor Titles can support ye 041:62,010[A ]| Wretched Delia in$4$ Decay; 041:62,011[A ]| It is allowed to$4$ Nymphs past forty 041:62,012[A ]| To$9$ look on$5$, but not to$9$ play. 041:62,000[' ]| <4.> 041:62,013[A ]| If your Itch be past reclaiming 041:62,014[A ]| So$3$ receive your due Delight, 041:62,015[A ]| As old Bubbles broke by$4$ gaming 041:62,016[A ]| Still take Pleasure in$4$ the Sight. 041:63,000[' ]| 041:63,001[A ]| There never was so$5#1$ wretched a Lover as I, 041:63,002[A ]| Whose hopes are forever prevented: 041:63,003[A ]| I am neither at rest when Aminta looks Coy, 041:63,004[A ]| Nor when she looks kind am contented: 041:63,005[A ]| Her frowns give a pain I am unable to$9$ bear, 041:63,006[A ]| The thoughts of them set me a*trembling, 041:63,007[A ]| And her Smiles are a joy so$5#1$ great, that$3$ I fear 041:63,008[A ]| Lest they should be no$2$ more but dissembling. 041:63,009[A ]| Then prithee Aminta consent and be kind; 041:63,010[A ]| A pox of this troublesome Wooing, 041:63,011[A ]| For$3$ I find I shall never be at peace in$4$ my Mind, 041:63,012[A ]| Till once you and I have been doing: 041:63,013[A ]| For$4$ shame let your Lover no$2$ longer complain 041:63,014[A ]| Of usage that$6#1$ is hard above measure, 041:63,015[A ]| But since I have carried such loads of Love's pain, 041:63,016[A ]| Now let me take Toll of the pleasure. 041:65,000[' ]| 041:65,001[A ]| Though all the boisterous Waves of Fortune roll, 041:65,002[A ]| And in$4$ united Torrents drench my Soul; 041:65,003[A ]| Yet when my bright Meridian Star appears, 041:65,004[A ]| She will$1$ scatter all my Doubts, and dissipate my Fears. 041:65,005[A ]| Though the Foundation of the World should shake, 041:65,006[A ]| And all the wondrous Frame of Nature break: 041:65,007[A ]| Nay, though the Heavens should fall, or Earth should rise, 041:65,008[A ]| With strange Convulsions, far above the Skies; 041:65,009[A ]| Impossibles may come to$9$ pass, yet I 041:65,010[A ]| Would with Maria live, or with her die. 041:66,000[' ]| 041:66,000[' ]| 041:66,000[' ]| 041:66,000[' ]| 041:66,000[' ]| <1.> 041:66,001[A ]| Ye Commons and Peers, 041:66,002[A ]| Pray lend me your Ears, 041:66,003[A ]| I will$1$ sing you a Song if I can; 041:66,004[A ]| How Louis*le*Grand 041:66,005[A ]| Was put to$4$ a Stand, 041:66,006[A ]| By$4$ the Arms of our Gracious Queen*Anne. 041:66,000[' ]| <2.> 041:66,007[A ]| How his Army so$5#1$ great 041:66,008[A ]| Had a total Defeat, 041:66,009[A ]| Not far from the River of Dender; 041:66,010[A ]| Where his Grand-Children twain 041:66,011[A ]| For$4$ fear of being Slain, 041:66,012[A ]| Galloped off with the Popish Pretender. 041:66,000[' ]| <3.> 041:66,013[A ]| To$4$ a Steeple on$4$ High 041:66,014[A ]| The Battle to$9$ Spy, 041:66,015[A ]| Up$5$ Mounted these clever Young Men; 041:66,016[A ]| And when from the Spire 041:66,017[A ]| They saw so$5#1$ much Fire 041:66,018[A ]| They most cleverly came down again. 041:66,000[' ]| <4.> 041:66,019[A ]| Then on$4$ Horse-Back they got 041:66,020[A ]| All upon$4$ the same Spot, 041:66,021[A ]| By$4$ advice of their Cousin Vendome; 041:66,022[A ]| O Lord! cried out He 041:66,023[A ]| Unto Young Burgundy, 041:66,024[A ]| Would your Brother and you were at Home. 041:66,000[' ]| <5.> 041:66,025[A ]| Just so$5#2$ did he say, 041:66,026[A ]| When without more delay 041:66,027[A ]| Away the Young Gentry Fled; 041:66,028[A ]| Whose Heels for$4$ that$6#2$ Work 041:66,029[A ]| Were much lighter than Cork, 041:66,030[A ]| But their Hearts were more heavy than Lead. 041:66,000[' ]| <6.> 041:66,031[A ]| Not so$5#2$ did Behave 041:66,032[A ]| The Young Hanover Brave 041:66,033[A ]| In$4$ this Bloody Field I assure ye; 041:66,034[A ]| When his War Horse was shot 041:66,035[A ]| Yet he mattered it not, 041:66,036[A ]| But charged still on$4$ Foot like$4$ a Fury. 041:66,000[' ]| <7.> 041:66,037[A ]| While Death flew about 041:66,038[A ]| Aloud He called out 041:66,039[A ]| Hoh! You Chevalier of St%*George. 041:66,040[A ]| If you will$1$ neither stand, 041:66,041[A ]| By$4$ Sea nor by$4$ Land, 041:66,042[A ]| Pretender, that$6#2$ Title you Forge. 041:66,000[' ]| <8.> 041:66,043[A ]| Thus Boldly he stood 041:66,044[A ]| As became that$6#2$ High Blood, 041:66,045[A ]| Which$6#1$ runs in$4$ his Veins so$5#1$ Blue; 041:66,046[A ]| This gallant Young Man 041:66,047[A ]| Being Kin to$4$ Queen*Anne, 041:66,048[A ]| Fought, as were she a Man, she would do. 041:66,000[' ]| <9.> 041:66,049[A ]| What a Racket was here, 041:66,050[A ]| (I think it was last Year) 041:66,051[A ]| For$4$ a little ill Fortune in$4$ Spain; 041:66,052[A ]| When by$4$ letting them Win, 041:66,053[A ]| We have drawn the Puts in$5$ 041:66,054[A ]| To$9$ Loose all they are Worth this Campaign. 041:66,000[' ]| <10.> 041:66,055[A ]| Though Bruges and Ghent 041:66,056[A ]| To$4$ the Monsieur we Lent, 041:66,057[A ]| With Interest he soon shall Re-pay them; 041:66,058[A ]| While Paris may Sing 041:66,059[A ]| With her Sorrowful King 041:66,060[A ]| De*Profundis, instead of Te*Deum. 041:66,000[' ]| <11.> 041:66,061[A ]| From their Dream of Success, 041:66,062[A ]| They will$1$ awaken, we Guess 041:66,063[A ]| At the Sound of Great Marlborough's Drums; 041:66,064[A ]| They may think if they will$1$ 041:66,065[A ]| Of Almanza still, 041:66,066[A ]| But it is Blenheim wherever he comes. 041:66,000[' ]| <12.> 041:66,067[A ]| O Louis Perplexed, 041:66,068[A ]| What General is next? 041:66,069[A ]| Thou hast hitherto changed them in$4$ Vain: 041:66,070[A ]| He has Beat them all round, 041:66,071[A ]| If no$2$ New ones are found, 041:66,072[A ]| He shall Beat the Old over again. 041:66,000[' ]| <13.> 041:66,073[A ]| We will$1$ let Tallard out 041:66,074[A ]| If he will$1$ take the other Bout; 041:66,075[A ]| And much he is Improved let me tell ye 041:66,076[A ]| With Nottingham Ale, 041:66,077[A ]| At every Meal, 041:66,078[A ]| And good Pudding and Beef in$4$ his Belly. 041:66,000[' ]| <14.> 041:66,079[A ]| As Losers at Play 041:66,080[A ]| Their Dice throw away, 041:66,081[A ]| While the Winner he still wins on$5$: 041:66,082[A ]| Let who$6#1$ will$1$ Command, 041:66,083[A ]| Thou hadst better Disband, 041:66,084[A ]| For$3$ Old Bully, thy Doctors are gone. 041:67,000[' ]| 041:67,000[' ]| 041:67,001[A ]| WHEN as Corruption hence did go, 041:67,002[A ]| And left the Nation free; 041:67,003[A ]| When Aye said Aye, and Noe said No$7$, 041:67,004[A ]| Without or Place or Fee; 041:67,005[A ]| Then Satan, thinking Things went ill, 041:67,006[A ]| Sent forth his Spirit called Quadrille. 041:67,007[A ]| 041:67,000[' ]| 041:67,008[A ]| Kings, Queens and Knaves, made up$5$ his Pack, 041:67,009[A ]| And four fair Suits he wore; 041:67,010[A ]| His Troops they were with red and black 041:67,011[A ]| All blotched and spotted over; 041:67,012[A ]| And every House, go where you will$1$, 041:67,013[A ]| Is haunted by$4$ this Imp Quadrille, &c. 041:67,000[' ]| 041:67,014[A ]| Sure Cards he has for$4$ everything, 041:67,015[A ]| Which$6#1$ well Court-Cards they name, 041:67,016[A ]| And Statesman-like, calls in$5$ the King, 041:67,017[A ]| To$9$ help out a bad Game; 041:67,018[A ]| But if the Parties manage ill, 041:67,019[A ]| The King is forced to$9$ lose Codille, &c. 041:67,000[' ]| 041:67,020[A ]| When two and two were met of old, 041:67,021[A ]| Though they never meant to$9$ marry, 041:67,022[A ]| They were in$4$ Cupid's Books enrolled, 041:67,023[A ]| And called a Party Quarree; 041:67,024[A ]| But now, meet when and where you will$1$, 041:67,025[A ]| A Party Quarree is Quadrille, &c. 041:67,000[' ]| 041:67,026[A ]| The Commoner, the Knight, and Peer, 041:67,027[A ]| Men of all Ranks and Fame, 041:67,028[A ]| Leave to$4$ their Wives the only Care 041:67,029[A ]| To$9$ propagate their Name; 041:67,030[A ]| And well that$6#2$ Duty they fulfil, 041:67,031[A ]| While the good Husband is at Quadrille, &c. 041:67,000[' ]| 041:67,032[A ]| When Patients lie in$4$ piteous Case, 041:67,033[A ]| In$5$ comes the Apothecary; 041:67,034[A ]| And to$4$ the Doctor cries, Alas! 041:67,035[A ]| 7Non 7debes 7Quadrillare: 041:67,036[A ]| The Patient dies without a Pill, 041:67,037[A ]| For$3$ why? the Doctor is at Quadrille, &c. 041:67,000[' ]| 041:67,038[A ]| Should France and Spain again grow loud, 041:67,039[A ]| The Muscovite grow louder; 041:67,040[A ]| Britain to$9$ curb her Neighbours proud, 041:67,041[A ]| Would want both Ball and Powder; 041:67,042[A ]| Must want both Sword and Gun to$9$ kill; 041:67,043[A ]| For$3$ why? The General is at Quadrille, &c. 041:67,000[' ]| 041:67,044[A ]| The King of late drew forth his Sword, 041:67,045[A ]| (Thank God it was not in$4$ Wrath) 041:67,046[A ]| And made, of many a Squire and Lord, 041:67,047[A ]| An unwashed Knight of Bath: 041:67,048[A ]| What are their Feats of Arms and Skill? 041:67,049[A ]| They are but nine Parties at Quadrille, &c. 041:67,000[' ]| 041:67,050[A ]| A Party late at Cambray met, 041:67,051[A ]| Which$6#1$ drew all Europe's Eyes; 041:67,052[A ]| It was called in$4$ Post-Boy and Gazette 041:67,053[A ]| The Quadruple Allies; 041:67,054[A ]| But some-body took something ill, 041:67,055[A ]| So$3$ broke this Party at Quadrille, &c. 041:67,000[' ]| 041:67,056[A ]| And now, God save this noble Realm, 041:67,057[A ]| And God save eke Hanover; 041:67,058[A ]| And God save those who$6#1$ hold the Helm, 041:67,059[A ]| When as the King goes over; 041:67,060[A ]| But let the King go where he will$1$, 041:67,061[A ]| His Subjects must play at Quadrille. 041:67,062[A ]| 041:69,000[' ]| 041:69,001[C ]| IF what we feel of Joy could be expressed, 041:69,002[C ]| It were unworthy of our Royal Guest: 041:69,003[C ]| Great Blessings, when bestowed above Desert, 041:69,004[C ]| Suppress the Speech, though they inspire the Heart. 041:69,005[C ]| Thus, though the Muse her grateful Homage pays, 041:69,006[C ]| She dares not strive her trembling Voice to$9$ raise, 041:69,007[C ]| And pay unequal Thanks, or disproportioned Praise. 041:69,008[C ]| Such Awe there is in$4$ all sublime Delight; 041:69,009[C ]| And so$5#1$ severe is Joy when Exquisite. 041:69,010[C ]| Our sickly Clime, which$6#1$ has for$4$ ten Years past, 041:69,011[C ]| With one continued Winter been over-cast: 041:69,012[C ]| Has this new Age with wonted Health begun, 041:69,013[C ]| Revived and cheered by$4$ the relenting Sun. 041:69,014[C ]| Again, the Spring does early Blossoms yield, 041:69,015[C ]| And Nature laughs in$4$ every living Field. 041:69,016[C ]| The Stage alone remains a frozen Soil, 041:69,017[C ]| And fruitless mocks the weary Labourer's Toil; 041:69,018[C ]| But this bright Presence darts enlivening Fires, 041:69,019[C ]| And every Muse with Genial Warmth inspires: 041:69,020[C ]| Health to$4$ the World, the Sun's kind Heat assures; 041:69,021[C ]| That$6#1$ lives by$4$ his, but we survive by$4$ yours. 041:70,000[' ]| 041:70,001[B ]| HOW bold a Venture does our Author make! 041:70,002[B ]| And what strange Measures to$4$ his Wishes take? 041:70,003[B ]| How could he hope the Tragic Scene should please, 041:70,004[B ]| When Art is a Jest, and Sense a loathed Disease? 041:70,005[B ]| What prospect of Advantage could he find 041:70,006[B ]| In$4$ the just painted Passions of the Mind, 041:70,007[B ]| And the sublimer Draughts of Human Kind? 041:70,008[B ]| Who$6#2$ listens now to$4$ Nature's charming Voice, 041:70,009[B ]| When all are pleased with empty Show and Noise, 041:70,010[B ]| Loud tumid Bombast, or low Farce and Dance, 041:70,011[B ]| The far-fetched Trash of Italy and France. 041:70,012[B ]| What various Dishes for$4$ you have we dressed, 041:70,013[B ]| And what strange Olio's have set out our Feast? 041:70,014[B ]| And yet these please now your vicious Palates more 041:70,015[B ]| Than your wise Sires the Tragic Muse of Yore. 041:70,016[B ]| The Tragic Muse, the Glory of our Nation, 041:70,017[B ]| Is thrown Aside, Despised, like$4$ an old Fashion. 041:70,018[B ]| In$4$ vain with Toil the artful Bards have strove 041:70,019[B ]| Your fickle Taste to$9$ please, and to$9$ improve. 041:70,020[B ]| All this our Author knew, yet still would on$5$, 041:70,021[B ]| And tempt the Dangers he was warned to$9$ shun. 041:70,022[B ]| No$2$ dire Prediction could his Mind depress, 041:70,023[B ]| And sure his Courage merits some Success. 041:70,024[B ]| Bravely resolved, he does his Sentence wait; 041:70,025[B ]| Nor dreads your Frowns, nor would provoke your Hate; 041:70,026[B ]| But owns your Power, and hopes a prosperous Fate. 041:71,000[' ]| 041:71,000[' ]| 041:71,001[A ]| Thence, in$4$ his Saffron Robe, for$4$ distant Thrace, 041:71,002[A ]| Hymen departs, through Air's unmeasured Space; 041:71,003[A ]| By$4$ Orpheus called, the Nuptial Power attends, 041:71,004[A ]| But with ill-omened Augury descends; 041:71,005[A ]| Nor cheerful looked the God, nor prosperous spoke, 041:71,006[A ]| Nor blazed his Torch, but wept in$4$ hissing Smoke. 041:71,007[A ]| In$4$ vain they whirl it round, in$4$ vain they shake, 041:71,008[A ]| No$2$ rapid Motion can its Flames awake. 041:71,009[A ]| With Dread these inauspicious Signs were viewed, 041:71,010[A ]| And soon a more disastrous End ensued; 041:71,011[A ]| For$3$ as the Bride, amid the Naiad Train, 041:71,012[A ]| Ran joyful, sporting over the flowery Plain, 041:71,013[A ]| A venomed Viper bit her as she passed; 041:71,014[A ]| Instant she fell, and sudden breathed her last. 041:71,015[A ]| When long his Loss the Thracian had deplored, 041:71,016[A ]| Not by$4$ superior Powers to$9$ be restored; 041:71,017[A ]| Inflamed by$4$ Love, and urged by$4$ deep Despair, 041:71,018[A ]| He leaves the Realms of Light, and upper Air; 041:71,019[A ]| Daring to$9$ tread the dark Tenarian Road, 041:71,020[A ]| And tempt the Shades in$4$ their obscure Abode; 041:71,021[A ]| Through gliding Spectres of the Interred to$9$ go, 041:71,022[A ]| And Phantom People of the World below: 041:71,023[A ]| Persephone he seeks, and him who$6#1$ reigns 041:71,024[A ]| Over Ghosts, and Hell's uncomfortable Plains. 041:71,025[A ]| Arrived, he, tuning to$4$ his Voice his Strings, 041:71,026[A ]| Thus to$4$ the King and Queen of Shadows sings. 041:71,027@b | Ye Powers, who$6#1$ under Earth your Realms extend, 041:71,028@b | To$4$ whom all Mortals must one Day descend; 041:71,029@b | If here it is granted sacred Truth to$9$ tell: 041:71,030@b | I come not curious to$9$ explore your Hell; 041:71,031@b | Nor come to$9$ boast (by$4$ vain Ambition fired) 041:71,032@b | How Cerberus at my Approach retired. 041:71,033@b | My Wife alone I seek; for$4$ her loved sake 041:71,034@b | These Terrors I support, this Journey take. 041:71,035@b | She, luckless wandering, or by$4$ Fate misled, 041:71,036@b | Chanced on$4$ a lurking Viper's Crest to$9$ tread; 041:71,037@b | The vengeful Beast, inflamed with Fury, starts, 041:71,038@b | And through her Heel his deathful Venom darts. 041:71,039@b | Thus was she snatched untimely to$4$ her Tomb; 041:71,040@b | Her growing Years cut short, and springing Bloom. 041:71,041@b | Long I my Loss endeavoured to$9$ sustain, 041:71,042@b | And strongly strove, but strove, alas, in$4$ vain: 041:71,043@b | At length I yielded, won by$4$ mighty Love; 041:71,044@b | Well known is that$6#2$ Omnipotence above! 041:71,045@b | But here, I doubt, his unfelt Influence fails; 041:71,046@b | And yet a Hope within my Heart prevails, 041:71,047@b | That$3$ here, even here, he has been known of old; 041:71,048@b | At least, if Truth be by$4$ Tradition told; 041:71,049@b | If Fame of former Rapes Belief may find, 041:71,050@b | You both by$4$ Love, and Love alone, were joined. 041:71,051@b | Now, by$4$ the Horrors which$6#1$ these Realms surround; 041:71,052@b | By$4$ the vast Chaos of these Depths profound; 041:71,053@b | By$4$ the sad Silence which$6#1$ eternal reigns 041:71,054@b | Over all the Waste of these wide-stretching Plains; 041:71,055@b | Let me again Eurydice receive, 041:71,056@b | Let Fate her quick-spun Thread of Life re-weave. 041:71,057@b | All our Possessions are but Loans from you, 041:71,058@b | And soon, or late, you must be paid your Due; 041:71,059@b | Hither we haste to$4$ Human-kind's last Seat, 041:71,060@b | Your endless Empire, and our sure Retreat. 041:71,061@b | She too, when ripened Years she shall attain, 041:71,062@b | Must, of avoidless Right, be yours again: 041:71,063@b | I but the transient use of that$6#2$ require, 041:71,064@b | Which$6#1$ soon, too soon, I must resign entire. 041:71,065@b | But if the Destinies refuse my Vow, 041:71,066@b | And no$2$ Remission of her Doom allow; 041:71,067@b | Know, I am determined to$9$ return no$2$ more; 041:71,068@b | So$3$ both retain, or both to$4$ Life restore. 041:71,069[A ]| Thus, while the Bard melodiously complains, 041:71,070[A ]| And to$4$ his Lyre accords his vocal Strains, 041:71,071[A ]| The very bloodless Shades Attention keep, 041:71,072[A ]| And silent, seem compassionate to$9$ weep; 041:71,073[A ]| Even Tantalus his Flood unthirsty views, 041:71,074[A ]| Nor flies the Stream, nor he the Stream pursues; 041:71,075[A ]| Ixion's wondering Wheel its Whirl suspends, 041:71,076[A ]| And the voracious Vulture, charmed, attends; 041:71,077[A ]| No$2$ more the Belides their Toil bemoan, 041:71,078[A ]| And Sisiphus reclined, sits listening on$4$ his Stone. 041:71,079[A ]| Then first (it is said) by$4$ sacred Verse subdued, 041:71,080[A ]| The Furies felt their Cheeks with Tears bedewed: 041:71,081[A ]| Nor could the rigid King or Queen of Hell, 041:71,082[A ]| The Impulse of Pity in$4$ their Hearts, repel. 041:71,083[A ]| Now, from a Troop of Shades that$6#1$ last arrived, 041:71,084[A ]| Eurydice was called, and stood revived. 041:71,085[A ]| Slow she advanced, and halting seemed to$9$ feel 041:71,086[A ]| The fatal Wound, yet painful in$4$ her Heel. 041:71,087[A ]| Thus he obtains the Suit so$5#1$ much desired, 041:71,088[A ]| On$4$ strict Observance of the Terms required: 041:71,089[A ]| For$3$ if, before he reach the Realms of Air, 041:71,090[A ]| He backward cast his Eyes to$9$ view the Fair, 041:71,091[A ]| The forfeit Grant, that$6#2$ Instant, void is made, 041:71,092[A ]| And she forever left a lifeless Shade. 041:71,093[A ]| Now through the noiseless Throng their Way they bend, 041:71,094[A ]| And both with Pain the rugged Road ascend; 041:71,095[A ]| Dark was the Path, and difficult, and steep, 041:71,096[A ]| And thick with Vapours from the smoky Deep. 041:71,097[A ]| They well-nigh now had passed the Bounds of Night, 041:71,098[A ]| And just approached the Margin of the Light, 041:71,099[A ]| When, he mistrusting, lest her Steps might stray, 041:71,100[A ]| And gladsome of the Glimpse of dawning Day, 041:71,101[A ]| His longing Eyes, impatient, backward cast 041:71,102[A ]| To$9$ catch a Lover's Look, but looked his last; 041:71,103[A ]| For$3$, instant dying, she again descends, 041:71,104[A ]| While he to$4$ empty Air his Arms extends. 041:71,105[A ]| Again she died, nor yet her Lord reproved; 041:71,106[A ]| What could she say, but that$3$ too well he loved? 041:71,107[A ]| One last Farewell she spoke, which$6#1$ scarce he heard; 041:71,108[A ]| So$5#1$ soon she dropped, so$5#1$ sudden disappeared. 041:71,109[A ]| All stunned he stood, when thus his Wife he viewed 041:71,110[A ]| By$4$ second Fate and double Death subdued: 041:71,111[A ]| Not more Amazement by$4$ that$6#2$ Wretch was shown, 041:71,112[A ]| Whom Cerberus beholding, turned to$4$ Stone; 041:71,113[A ]| Nor Ollenus could more astonished look, 041:71,114[A ]| When on$4$ himself Lethaea's Fault he took, 041:71,115[A ]| His beauteous Wife, who$6#1$ too secure had dared 041:71,116[A ]| Her Face to$9$ vie with Goddesses compared: 041:71,117[A ]| Once joined by$4$ Love, they stand united still, 041:71,118[A ]| Turned to$4$ contiguous Rocks, on$4$ Ida's Hill. 041:71,119[A ]| Now to$9$ repass the Styx in$4$ vain he tries, 041:71,120[A ]| Charon averse, his pressing Suit denies. 041:71,121[A ]| Seven Days entire, along the infernal Shores, 041:71,122[A ]| Disconsolate, the Bard Eurydice deplores; 041:71,123[A ]| Defiled with Filth his Robe, with Tears his Cheeks, 041:71,124[A ]| No$2$ Sustenance but Grief and Cares he seeks: 041:71,125[A ]| Of rigid Fate incessant he complains, 041:71,126[A ]| And Hell's inexorable Gods arraigns. 041:71,127[A ]| This ended, to$4$ high Rhodope he hastes, 041:71,128[A ]| And Haemus' Mountain, bleak with Northern Blasts. 041:71,129[A ]| And now his yearly Race the circling Sun 041:71,130[A ]| Had thrice complete through watery Pisces run, 041:71,131[A ]| Since Orpheus fled the Face of Womankind, 041:71,132[A ]| And all soft Union with the Sex declined. 041:71,133[A ]| Whether his ill Success this Change had bred, 041:71,134[A ]| Or binding Vows made to$4$ his former Bed; 041:71,135[A ]| Whatever the Cause, in$4$ vain the Nymphs contest, 041:71,136[A ]| With rival Eyes to$9$ warm his frozen Breast: 041:71,137[A ]| For$3$ every Nymph with Love his Lays inspired, 041:71,138[A ]| But every Nymph repulsed, with Grief retired. 041:71,139[A ]| A Hill there was, and on$4$ that$6#2$ Hill a Mead, 041:71,140[A ]| With Verdure thick, but destitute of Shade. 041:71,141[A ]| Where, now, the Muse's Son no$2$ sooner sings, 041:71,142[A ]| No$2$ sooner strikes his sweet resounding Strings, 041:71,143[A ]| But distant Groves the flying Sounds receive, 041:71,144[A ]| And listening Trees their rooted Stations leave; 041:71,145[A ]| Themselves transplanting, all around they grow, 041:71,146[A ]| And various Shades their various Kinds bestow. 041:71,147[A ]| Here, tall Chaonian Oaks their Branches spread, 041:71,148[A ]| While weeping Poplars, there erect their Head. 041:71,149[A ]| The foodful Esculus, here shoots his Leaves, 041:71,150[A ]| That$6#2$ Turf soft Lime-tree, this, fat Beech receives; 041:71,151[A ]| Here, brittle Hazels, Laurels here advance, 041:71,152[A ]| And there tough Ash to$9$ form the Hero's Lance; 041:71,153[A ]| Here, Silver Firs with knotless Trunks ascend, 041:71,154[A ]| There, Scarlet Oaks beneath their Acorns bend. 041:71,155[A ]| That$6#2$ Spot admits the hospitable Plane, 041:71,156[A ]| On$4$ this, the Maple grows with clouded Grain; 041:71,157[A ]| Here, watery Willows are with Lotus seen, 041:71,158[A ]| There, Tamarisk, and Box forever green. 041:71,159[A ]| With double Hue here Myrtles grace the Ground, 041:71,160[A ]| And Laurestines with purple Berries crowned. 041:71,161[A ]| With pliant Feet, now, Ivies this way wind, 041:71,162[A ]| Vines yonder rise, and Elms with Vines entwined. 041:71,163[A ]| Wild Ornus now, the Pitch-tree next takes root, 041:71,164[A ]| And Arbutus adorned with blushing Fruit. 041:71,165[A ]| Then, easy-bending Palms, the Victor's Prize, 041:71,166[A ]| And Pines erect with bristly Tops arise. 041:71,167[A ]| To$4$ Rhea grateful still the Pine remains, 041:71,168[A ]| For$4$ Atys still some Favour she retains, 041:71,169[A ]| He once in$4$ Human Shape her Breast had warmed, 041:71,170[A ]| And now is cherished to$4$ a Tree transformed. 041:71,000[A ]| 041:71,171[A ]| Amid the Throng of this promiscuous Wood, 041:71,172[A ]| With pointed Top, the taper Cypress stood; 041:71,173[A ]| A Tree, which$6#1$ once a Youth, and heavenly fair, 041:71,174[A ]| Was of that$6#2$ Deity the darling Care, 041:71,175[A ]| Whose Hand adapts, with equal Skill, the Strings 041:71,176[A ]| To$4$ Bows with which$6#1$ he kills, and Harps to$4$ which$6#1$ he sings. 041:71,177[A ]| For$3$, heretofore, a mighty Stag was bred, 041:71,178[A ]| Which$6#1$ on$4$ the fertile Fields of Caea fed; 041:71,179[A ]| In$4$ Shape and Size he all his Kind excelled, 041:71,180[A ]| And to$4$ Carthaean Nymphs was sacred held. 041:71,181[A ]| His beamy Head, with Branches high displayed, 041:71,182[A ]| Afforded to$4$ itself an ample Shade; 041:71,183[A ]| His Horns were gilt, and his smooth Neck was graced 041:71,184[A ]| With Silver Collars thick with Gems enchased: 041:71,185[A ]| A Silver Boss upon$4$ his Forehead hung, 041:71,186[A ]| And brazen Pendants in$4$ his Ear-rings rung. 041:71,187[A ]| Frequenting Houses, he familiar grew, 041:71,188[A ]| And learnt by$4$ Custom, Nature to$9$ subdue; 041:71,189[A ]| Till by$4$ degrees, of Fear and Wildness, broke, 041:71,190[A ]| Even Stranger Hands his proffered Neck might stroke. 041:71,191[A ]| Much was the Beast by$4$ Caea's Youth caressed, 041:71,192[A ]| But thou, sweet Cyparissus, lovedst him best: 041:71,193[A ]| By$4$ thee, to$4$ Pastures fresh, he oft was led, 041:71,194[A ]| By$4$ thee, oft watered at the Fountain's Head: 041:71,195[A ]| His Horns with Garlands, now, by$4$ thee were tied, 041:71,196[A ]| And, now, thou on$4$ his Back wouldst wanton ride; 041:71,197[A ]| Now here, now there wouldst bound along the Plains, 041:71,198[A ]| Ruling his tender Mouth with purple Reins. 041:71,199[A ]| It was when the Summer Sun at Noon of Day, 041:71,200[A ]| Through glowing Cancer, shot his burning Ray, 041:71,201[A ]| It was then, the favourite Stag in$4$ cool Retreat, 041:71,202[A ]| Had sought a Shelter from the scorching Heat; 041:71,203[A ]| Along the Grass his weary Limbs he laid, 041:71,204[A ]| Inhaling Freshness from the breezy Shade: 041:71,205[A ]| When Cyparissus with his pointed Dart, 041:71,206[A ]| Unknowing, pierced him to$4$ the panting Heart. 041:71,207[A ]| But when the Youth, surprised, his Error found, 041:71,208[A ]| And saw him dying of the cruel Wound, 041:71,209[A ]| Himself he would have slain through desperate Grief; 041:71,210[A ]| What said not Phoebus, that$6#1$ might yield Relief! 041:71,211[A ]| To$9$ cease his Mourning, he the Boy desired, 041:71,212[A ]| Or mourn no$2$ more than such a Loss required. 041:71,213[A ]| But, he, incessant grieved: At length addressed 041:71,214[A ]| To$4$ the superior Powers a last Request; 041:71,215[A ]| Praying, in$4$ Expiation of his Crime, 041:71,216[A ]| Thenceforth to$9$ mourn to$4$ all succeeding Time. 041:71,217[A ]| And now, of Blood exhausted he appears, 041:71,218[A ]| Drained by$4$ a Torrent of continual Tears; 041:71,219[A ]| The fleshy Colour in$4$ his Body fades, 041:71,220[A ]| And a green Tincture all his Limbs invades; 041:71,221[A ]| From his fair Head, where curling Locks late hung, 041:71,222[A ]| A horrid Bush with bristled Branches sprung, 041:71,223[A ]| Which$6#1$ stiffening by$4$ Degrees, its Stem extends, 041:71,224[A ]| Till to$4$ the starry Skies the Spire ascends. 041:71,225[A ]| Apollo sad looked on$5$, and sighing, cried, 041:71,226[A ]| Then, be forever, what thy Prayer implied: 041:71,227[A ]| Bemoaned by$4$ me, in$4$ others, Grief excite; 041:71,228[A ]| And still preside at every Funeral Rite.