191:00,000[' ]| 191:00,000[' ]| 191:01,000[' ]| 191:01,000[' ]| < in King James II's reign, 1687> 191:01,000[' ]| 191:01,001[A ]| Let mighty Caesar not disdain to view 191:01,002[A ]| These emblems of his power and goodness too: 191:01,003[A ]| A short essay, but fraught with Caesar's fame, 191:01,004[A ]| And shows how distant courts esteem his name. 191:01,005[A ]| Here may'st thou see thy wondrous fortunes traced, 191:01,006[A ]| With sufferings first, and then with empire graced; 191:01,007[A ]| Long tossed with storms on Faction's swelling tide, 191:01,008[A ]| Thy conduct and thy constancy was tried, 191:01,009[A ]| As Heaven designed thy virtue to proclaim 191:01,010[A ]| And show the crown deserved before it came. 191:01,011[A ]| Troy's hero thus, when Troy could stand no more, 191:01,012[A ]| Urged by the fates to leave his native shore 191:01,013[A ]| With restless toil on land and seas was tossed 191:01,014[A ]| Ere he arrived the fair Lavinian coast. 191:01,015[A ]| Thus Maro did his mighty hero feign: 191:01,016[A ]| Augustus claimed the character in vain, 191:01,017[A ]| Which Britain's Caesar only can sustain. 191:01,018[A ]| Permit, dread sir, my muse, though mean, to own 191:01,019[A ]| A truth to Albion and to Europe known. 191:01,020[A ]| You are what Virgil feigned his prince to be: 191:01,021[A ]| Your valour such and such your piety. 191:01,022[A ]| Now Theseus' deeds we can retrieve for true, 191:01,023[A ]| And Hercules was but a type of you ~~ 191:01,024[A ]| He made the fierce Lernaean monster bleed; 191:01,025[A ]| From Hydra-faction you have Albion freed. 191:01,026[A ]| The paths of glory trod and danger passed, 191:01,027[A ]| Just Heaven allows a peaceful throne at last: 191:01,028[A ]| At home to show the indulgence of a god 191:01,029[A ]| And send your peaceful ministers abroad. 191:01,030[A ]| While Palmer hastens to the Roman court 191:01,031[A ]| (And fraught with worth that honour to support) 191:01,032[A ]| His glorious train and passing pomp to view 191:01,033[A ]| (A pomp that even to Rome itself was new), 191:01,034[A ]| Each age, each sex the Latian turrets filled, 191:01,035[A ]| Each age, each sex in tears of joy distilled, 191:01,036[A ]| While wonder them to statues did convert; 191:01,037[A ]| Those seemed to live that were the works of art, 191:01,038[A ]| Emblems and figures of such life and force 191:01,039[A ]| As, wanting speech, did to the eye discourse 191:01,040[A ]| And show what was despaired in ages past, 191:01,041[A ]| An universal language found at last. 191:01,042[A ]| Hail Palmer, hail, illustrious minister, 191:01,043[A ]| To Caesar, Britain, Fame and Virtue dear; 191:01,044[A ]| Caesar to represent, great Caesar's voice, 191:01,045[A ]| Named Castlemaine; the British shores rejoice, 191:01,046[A ]| And Tiber's banks applaud great Caesar's choice. 191:01,047[A ]| How therefore could the Muses silent be, 191:01,048[A ]| And none can want a Muse that writes of thee! 191:01,049[A ]| From thine, no Phoebus tree, my song I'll raise, 191:01,050[A ]| And crowned with palm I will contemn the bays. 191:02,000[' ]| 191:02,000[' ]| 191:02,001[A ]| To what a wretched state are poets born, 191:02,002[A ]| Split on the rocks of envy or of scorn? 191:02,003[A ]| Even to the best the promised wreath's denied, 191:02,004[A ]| And just contempt attends on all beside. 191:02,005[A ]| This, one would think, should lessen the temptation, 191:02,006[A ]| But they are poets by predestination. 191:02,007[A ]| Th fatal bait undaunted they pursue 191:02,008[A ]| And claim the laurel as their labour's due. 191:02,009[A ]| But where's the use of merit or of laws 191:02,010[A ]| When ignorance and malice judge the cause? 191:02,011[A ]| 'Twixt these, like Aesop's husband, poets fare, 191:02,012[A ]| This pulls the black and that the silver hair, 191:02,013[A ]| Till they have left the poem bald and bare. 191:02,014[A ]| Behold the dreadful spot they ought to fear: 191:02,015[A ]| Whole loads of poet-bane are scattered here. 191:02,016[A ]| Wherever it lights the sad effects we find, 191:02,017[A ]| Though on the tender hearts of woman-kind. 191:02,018[A ]| The men (whose talents they themselves mistake, 191:02,019[A ]| Or misapply for contradiction sake) 191:02,020[A ]| Spite of their stars, must needs be critics still, 191:02,021[A ]| Nay, though prohibited by the Irish bill. 191:02,022[A ]| Blessed age when all our actions seem designed 191:02,023[A ]| To prove a war 'twixt reason and mankind! 191:02,024[A ]| Here an affected coquette perks and prunes, 191:02,025[A ]| Though she's below the level of lampoons, 191:02,026[A ]| Venting her fly-blown charms till her own squire 191:02,027[A ]| Is grown too nice and dainty to admire. 191:02,028[A ]| There a pretending fop (a man of note 191:02,029[A ]| More for his threadbare jest than gaudy coat) 191:02,030[A ]| Sees every coxcomb's mirth, yet wants the sense 191:02,031[A ]| To know 'tis caused by this impertinence. 191:02,032[A ]| Nor rests the mighty grievance here alone, 191:02,033[A ]| For not content with follies of our own, 191:02,034[A ]| We plunder the fair sex of what we can, 191:02,035[A ]| Who seldom miss their dear revenge on man. 191:02,036[A ]| Their property of falsehood we invade 191:02,037[A ]| Whilst they usurp our midnight scouring trade. 191:02,000[' ]| 191:02,038[A ]| Now we expect to hear our rare blades say 191:02,039[A ]| Damn me I see no sense in this dull play; 191:02,040[A ]| Though much of it our abler judges know 191:02,041[A ]| Was famous sense above forty years ago. 191:02,042[A ]| Sometimes we fail to please for want of wit 191:02,043[A ]| In the play, but more for want on't in the pit; 191:02,044[A ]| For many a ruined poet's work 'twould save 191:02,045[A ]| Had you but half the sense you think you have. 191:02,046[A ]| Poets on your forefathers palmed dull plays, 191:02,047[A ]| And shrewdly you revenge it in our days. 191:02,048[A ]| In troth we fare by it as your tradesmen do, 191:02,049[A ]| For whilst they raise estates by cheating you 191:02,050[A ]| Into acquaintance with their wives you fall 191:02,051[A ]| And get them graceless sons to spend it all. 191:02,052[A ]| 'Tis plain they are yours 'cause all our arts miscarry, 191:02,053[A ]| For just like you, they'll damn before they marry. 191:02,054[A ]| Of honest terms I now almost despair 191:02,055[A ]| Unless retrieved by some rich yeoman's heir, 191:02,056[A ]| In grandam's ribbons and his own straight hair. 191:02,057[A ]| What comforts such a lover will afford, 191:02,058[A ]| Jointure, dear jointure, O the heavenly word! 191:02,059[A ]| But ere of you my sparks my leave I take, 191:02,060[A ]| For your unkindness past these prayers I make ~~ 191:02,061[A ]| So very constant may your misses be 191:02,062[A ]| Till you grow cloyed for want of jealousy! 191:02,063[A ]| Into such dullness may your poets tire 191:02,064[A ]| Till they shall write such plays as you admire. 191:02,065[A ]| May you, instead of gaming, whoring, drinking, 191:02,066[A ]| Be doomed to your aversion ~~ books and thinking. 191:02,067[A ]| And for a last wish ~~ what I am sure you will call 191:02,068[A ]| The curse of curses ~~ marriage take ye all. 191:03,000[' ]| 191:03,000[' ]| 191:03,001[A ]| Since by mistakes your best delights are made 191:03,002[A ]| (For even your wives best please in masquerade), 191:03,003[A ]| 'Twere worth our while to have drawn you in this day 191:03,004[A ]| By a new name to our old honest play; 191:03,005[A ]| But he that did this evening's treat prepare 191:03,006[A ]| Bluntly resolved beforehand to declare 191:03,007[A ]| Your entertainment should be most old fare; 191:03,008[A ]| Yet hopes, since in rich Shakespeare's soil it grew, 191:03,009[A ]| 'Twill relish yet with those whose tastes are true, 191:03,010[A ]| And his ambition is to please a few. 191:03,011[A ]| If then this heap of flowers shall chance to wear 191:03,012[A ]| Fresh beauty in the order they now bear 191:03,013[A ]| Even this Shakespeare's praise; each rustic knows 191:03,014[A ]| 'Mongst plenteous flowers a garland to compose, 191:03,015[A ]| Which strung by his coarse hand may fairer show, 191:03,016[A ]| But 'twas a power divine first made 'em grow. 191:03,017[A ]| Why should these scenes lie hid, in which we find 191:03,018[A ]| What may at once divert and teach the mind? 191:03,019[A ]| Morals were always proper for the stage, 191:03,020[A ]| But are even necessary in this age. 191:03,021[A ]| Poets must take the church's teaching trade 191:03,022[A ]| Since priests their province of intrigue invade; 191:03,023[A ]| But we the worst in this exchange have got, 191:03,024[A ]| In vain our poets preach while churchmen plot. 191:03,000[' ]| 191:03,025[A ]| Inconstancy, the reigning sin of the age, 191:03,026[A ]| Will scarce endure true lovers on the stage. 191:03,027[A ]| You hardly even in plays with such dispense, 191:03,028[A ]| And poets kill them in their own defence. 191:03,029[A ]| Yet one bold proof I was resolved to give 191:03,030[A ]| That I could three hours constancy outlive. 191:03,031[A ]| You fear, perhaps, whilst on the stage we are made 191:03,032[A ]| Such saints, we shall indeed take up the trade; 191:03,033[A ]| Sometimes we threaten ~~ but our virtue may 191:03,034[A ]| For truth I fear with your pit-valour weigh: 191:03,035[A ]| For (not to flatter either) I much doubt 191:03,036[A ]| When we are off the stage, and you are out, 191:03,037[A ]| We are not quite so coy, nor you so stout. 191:03,038[A ]| We talk of nunneries, but, to be sincere, 191:03,039[A ]| Whoever lives to see us cloistered there 191:03,040[A ]| May hope to meet our critics at Tangier. 191:03,041[A ]| For shame give over this inglorious trade 191:03,042[A ]| Of worrying poets and go maul the Alcade. 191:03,043[A ]| Well, since y'are all for blustering in the pit, 191:03,044[A ]| This play's reviver humbly does admit 191:03,045[A ]| Your absolute power to damn his part of it; 191:03,046[A ]| But still so many master-touches shine 191:03,047[A ]| Of that vast hand that first laid this design, 191:03,048[A ]| That, in great Shakespeare's right, he's bold to say: 191:03,049[A ]| If you like nothing you have seen to day, 191:03,050[A ]| The play your judgement damns, not you the play. 191:04,000[' ]| 191:04,000[' ]| 191:04,001[A ]| Before the altar the devoted maid 191:04,002[A ]| (With garlands crowned and in white robes arrayed) 191:04,003[A ]| Appears all mild to yield her destined life, 191:04,004[A ]| And, waiting the slow sacrificers knife, 191:04,005[A ]| A virgin blush her aspect purpled o'er, 191:04,006[A ]| As young and ne'er beheld by crowds before 191:04,007[A ]| (Such tincture crimsoned alabaster shows 191:04,008[A ]| Or lilies shaded by a neighbouring rose); 191:04,009[A ]| Yet generous resolution does display 191:04,010[A ]| That with her modesty bears equal sway. 191:04,011[A ]| She, only she, appears without surprise, 191:04,012[A ]| And views the weeping crowd with cheerful eyes. 191:04,013[A ]| Some call to mind the public service done 191:04,014[A ]| And battle lately by her father won, 191:04,015[A ]| His blood's expense in field to save the state 191:04,016[A ]| And with it the unhappy victor's fate, 191:04,017[A ]| Of age's last reserve and hopes bereft, 191:04,018[A ]| His ancient house and lineage heirless left. 191:04,019[A ]| The younger sort bewail her blooming charms 191:04,020[A ]| And grudge so fair a prize to death's cold arms. 191:04,021[A ]| The nymph for whom the noblest youths had pined. 191:04,022[A ]| A booty to the thankless grave assigned; 191:04,023[A ]| For now, as chance would play the tyrants's part 191:04,024[A ]| And fret their wounds with fresh supplies of smart, 191:04,025[A ]| Those beauties nature had before conferred, 191:04,026[A ]| Sublimed and to advantage all appeared; 191:04,027[A ]| Their grief was now to consternation turned. 191:04,028[A ]| They now mourn silent, as before they burned. 191:04,029[A ]| Of this the virgin does advantage take, 191:04,030[A ]| And her afflicted father thus bespake: 191:04,031@b | To Ammon's court, great sir, these plaints remit, 191:04,032@b | These plaints are only for the vanquished fit. 191:04,033@b | My self to death's cold arms I freely give, 191:04,034@b | While you to shield our state and altars live. 191:04,035@b | You rate my useless life at price too high 191:04,036@b | To make me yours, and Israel's victim die. 191:04,037@b | More than my merits or my hopes could claim, 191:04,038@b | To purchase with few years immortal fame. 191:04,039@b | With comfort to your palace, sir, repair, 191:04,040@b | To cherish her that's now your only care: 191:04,041@b | My tender mother's sorrow to assuage, 191:04,042@b | For only you can check the tyrant's rage. 191:04,043@b | Forget your worthless daughter, and survive 191:04,044@b | By your example to keep her alive. 191:04,045@b | You else resign your laurels to the foe, 191:04,046@b | And conquered Ammon triumphs in your woe. 191:04,047@b | Or have you lavished all your love away 191:04,048@b | On my past years ~~ 191:04,049@b | Reserved no kindness for my latest day? 191:04,050@b | If my past life did you in ought offend, 191:04,051@b | In death at least I would my fault amend 191:04,052@b | And to the shades a guiltless soul descend. 191:04,053@c | O torture! 191:04,053[A ]| the distracted father cries 191:04,054[A ]| With arms extended and uplifted eyes, 191:04,055@c | Too much, ye conscious skies, for man to bear! 191:04,056@c | For this is torment that exceeds despair. 191:04,057[A ]| The weeping crowd around he then surveyed: 191:04,058@c | O if the death of this illustrious maid 191:04,059@c | You wretched make, her death you only see, 191:04,060@c | What must the murderer her father be? 191:04,061@c | In innocence your sorrow finds relief; 191:04,062@c | I bear the double load of guilt and grief. 191:05,000[' ]| 191:05,000[' ]| < to Dr Tho. Hobbs> 191:05,000[' ]| 191:05,001[A ]| Accept great son of art this faint effect 191:05,002[A ]| Of a most active and unfeigned respect: 191:05,003[A ]| Numbers that yield (alas) too just survey 191:05,004[A ]| Of physic's growth and poetry's decay; 191:05,005[A ]| That show a generous muse impaired by me, 191:05,006[A ]| As much as the author's skill's outdone by thee. 191:05,007[A ]| This Indian conqueror's fatal march he sung 191:05,008[A ]| To the same lyre his own Apollo strung; 191:05,009[A ]| Whose notes yet failed the monster to assuage, 191:05,010[A ]| Revenging here invading Spaniard's rage. 191:05,011[A ]| Dear was the conquest of a new-found world, 191:05,012[A ]| Whose plague, e'er since, through all the old is hurled. 191:05,013[A ]| Had Frascatorius, who in numbers told 191:05,014[A ]| (Numbers more rich than those new lands of hold) 191:05,015[A ]| This great destroyer's progress, seen this age. 191:05,016[A ]| And thy success against the tyrant's rage, 191:05,017[A ]| Bembus had then been no immortal name, 191:05,018[A ]| Thou and thy art had challenged all his flame! 191:05,019[A ]| Thou drivest the usurper to his last retreats, 191:05,020[A ]| Repairing as thou goest the ruined seats. 191:05,021[A ]| Thus, while the foe is by thy art removed, 191:05,022[A ]| The holds are strengthened and the soil improved. 191:05,023[A ]| Thy happy conquest does at once expel 191:05,024[A ]| The invader's force and inbred factions quell. 191:05,025[A ]| Thy patients' and Augusta's fate's the same, 191:05,026[A ]| To rise more fair and lasting for the flame. 191:05,027[A ]| While meaner artists this bold task essay, 191:05,028[A ]| In the little world of man they lose their way. 191:05,029[A ]| Thou knowst the secret passes to each part, 191:05,030[A ]| And, skilled in nature, canst not fail in art. 191:06,000[' ]| 191:06,000[' ]| <"A poetical history of the French disease" > 191:06,000[' ]| 191:06,001[A ]| Through what adventures this unknown disease 191:06,002[A ]| So lately did astonished Europe seize, 191:06,003[A ]| Through Asian coasts and Libyan cities ran, 191:06,004[A ]| And from what seeds the malady began, 191:06,005[A ]| Our song shall tell. To Naples first it came 191:06,006[A ]| From France and justly took from France its name, 191:06,007[A ]| Companion of the war ~~ 191:06,008[A ]| The methods next of cure we shall express, 191:06,009[A ]| The wondrous wit of mortals in distress; 191:06,010[A ]| But when their skill too faint resistance made, 191:06,011[A ]| We'll show the gods descending to their aid. 191:06,012[A ]| To reach the secret causes we must rise 191:06,013[A ]| Above the clouds and travel o'er the skies. 191:06,014[A ]| The daring subject let us then pursue, 191:06,015[A ]| Transported with an argument so new, 191:06,016[A ]| While springing groves and tuneful birds invite 191:06,017[A ]| And muses that in wondrous themes delight. 191:06,018[A ]| Oh Bembus, ornament of Italy, 191:06,019[A ]| If yet from cares of state thou canst be free, 191:06,020[A ]| If Leo's councils yet can spare thy skill 191:06,021[A ]| And let the business of the world stand still, 191:06,022[A ]| O steal a visit to those cool retreats, 191:06,023[A ]| The muses dearest, most frequented seats; 191:06,024[A ]| And gentle Bembus, do not there disdain 191:06,025[A ]| A member of the Aesculapian train, 191:06,026[A ]| Attempting physic's practice to rehearse, 191:06,027[A ]| And clothing low experiments in verse. 191:06,028[A ]| A god instructs, these mysteries of old 191:06,029[A ]| By great Apollo's self in equal strains were told. 191:06,030[A ]| The smallest objects oft attract our eyes, 191:06,031[A ]| But here beneath a small appearance lies 191:06,032[A ]| A source that greatest wonder will create 191:06,033[A ]| Of nature much and very much of fate. 191:06,034[A ]| But thou, Urania, who alone canst trace 191:06,035[A ]| First causes, measure out the starry space, 191:06,036[A ]| That knowst the planets' number, force and use 191:06,037[A ]| And what effects the varied orbs produce: 191:06,038[A ]| So may the spheres thy heavenly course admire, 191:06,039[A ]| The stars with envy at thy beams retire; 191:06,040[A ]| As thou a while shalt condescend to dwell 191:06,041[A ]| With me on earth, and make this grove thy cell; 191:06,042[A ]| While Zephyrus can my head with myrtle bound 191:06,043[A ]| And imitating rocks my song resound. 191:06,044[A ]| Say, goddess, to what cause we shall at last 191:06,045[A ]| Assign this plague, unknown to ages past; 191:06,046[A ]| If from the Western climes 'twas wafted o'er 191:06,047[A ]| When daring Spaniards left their native shore, 191:06,048[A ]| Resolved beyond the Atlantic to descry 191:06,049[A ]| Conjectured worlds, or in this search to die, 191:06,050[A ]| For fame reports this grief perpetual there 191:06,051[A ]| From skies infected and polluted air, 191:06,052[A ]| From whence 'tis grown so epidemical, 191:06,053[A ]| Whole cities victims to its fury fall; 191:06,054[A ]| Few scape, for what relief where vital breath, 191:06,055[A ]| The gate of life, is made the road of death? 191:06,056[A ]| If then by traffic thence this plague was brought, 191:06,057[A ]| How dearly, dearly was that traffic bought! 191:06,058[A ]| This prodigy of sickness, weak at first 191:06,059[A ]| (Like infant tyrants and in secret nursed) 191:06,060[A ]| When once confirmed, with sudden rage breaks forth, 191:06,061[A ]| And scatters desolation through the earth. 191:06,062[A ]| So while the shepherd travelling through the dark 191:06,063[A ]| Strikes his dim torch, some unsuspected spark 191:06,064[A ]| Falls in the stubble where it smothers long 191:06,065[A ]| But by degrees becomes at last so strong 191:06,066[A ]| That now it spreads o'er all the neighbouring soil, 191:06,067[A ]| Devours at once the ploughman's hope and toil; 191:06,068[A ]| The sacred grove next sacrifice must be, 191:06,069[A ]| Nor Jove can save his dedicated tree; 191:06,070[A ]| The grove foments its rage, from whence it flies 191:06,071[A ]| In curling flames, and seems to fire the skies. 191:06,072[A ]| Yet observation rightly taken draws 191:06,073[A ]| This new distemper from some newer cause; 191:06,074[A ]| Nor reason can allow that this disease 191:06,075[A ]| Came first by commerce from beyond the seas; 191:06,076[A ]| Since instances in divers lands are shown 191:06,077[A ]| To whom all Indian traffic is unknown: 191:06,078[A ]| Nor could the infection from the western clime 191:06,079[A ]| Seize distant nations at the self-same time; 191:06,080[A ]| And in remoter parts begin its reign 191:06,081[A ]| As fierce and early as in did in Spain. 191:06,082[A ]| What slaughter in our Italy was made 191:06,083[A ]| Where Tiber's tribute to the ocean's paid; 191:06,084[A ]| Where Poe does through a hundred cities glide, 191:06,085[A ]| And pours as many streams into the tide. 191:06,086[A ]| All at one season, all without relief, 191:06,087[A ]| Received and languished with the common grief. 191:06,088[A ]| Nor can the infection first be charged on Spain 191:06,089[A ]| That sought new worlds beyond the Western main, 191:06,090[A ]| Since from Pyrenees' foot to Italy 191:06,091[A ]| It shed its bane on France while Spain was free. 191:06,092[A ]| As soon the fertile Rhine its fury found, 191:06,093[A ]| And regions with eternal winter bound: 191:06,094[A ]| Nor yet did southern climes its vengeance shun, 191:06,095[A ]| But felt a flame more scorching than the sun. 191:06,096[A ]| The palms of Ida now neglected stood, 191:06,097[A ]| And Egypt languished while her Nile o'erflowed; 191:06,098[A ]| From when 'tis plain this pest must be assigned 191:06,099[A ]| To some more powerful cause, and hard to find. 191:06,100[A ]| In all productions of wise Nature's hand, 191:06,101[A ]| Whether conceived in air, on sea, or land, 191:06,102[A ]| No constant method does direct her way, 191:06,103[A ]| But various beings various laws obey; 191:06,104[A ]| Such things as from few principles arise, 191:06,105[A ]| In every place and season meet our eyes; 191:06,106[A ]| But what are framed of principles abstruse, 191:06,107[A ]| Such places only and such times produce. 191:06,108[A ]| Effects of yet a more stupendous birth, 191:06,109[A ]| And such as Nature must with pangs bring forth, 191:06,110[A ]| Where violent and various seeds unite, 191:06,111[A ]| Break slowly from the bosom of the night. 191:06,112[A ]| Long in the womb of fate the embryo's worn: 191:06,113[A ]| Whole ages pass before the monster's born. 191:06,114[A ]| Diseases thus which various seeds compound, 191:06,115[A ]| As various in their birth and date are found. 191:06,116[A ]| Some always seen, some long in darkness hurled, 191:06,117[A ]| That break their chains at last to scourge the world. 191:06,118[A ]| To which black list this plague must be assigned, 191:06,119[A ]| Night's foulest birth and terror of mankind. 191:06,120[A ]| Nor must we yet think this escape the first, 191:06,121[A ]| Since former ages with the like were cursed. 191:06,122[A ]| Long since he scattered his infernal flame 191:06,123[A ]| And always being had, though not a name. 191:06,124[A ]| At least what name it bore is now unfound: 191:06,125[A ]| Both name and things in time's abyss lie drowned. 191:06,126[A ]| How vainly then do we project to keep 191:06,127[A ]| Our names remembered when our bodies sleep, 191:06,128[A ]| Since late succession searching their descent 191:06,129[A ]| Shall neither find our dust or monument? 191:06,130[A ]| Yet where the western ocean finds its bound 191:06,131[A ]| (The world so lately by the Spaniards found), 191:06,132[A ]| Beneath this pest the wretched natives groan, 191:06,133[A ]| In every nation there and always known. 191:06,134[A ]| Such dire effects depend upon a clime, 191:06,135[A ]| On varying skies and long revolving time. 191:06,136[A ]| The temper of their air this plague brought forth, 191:06,137[A ]| The soil itself disposed for such a birth. 191:06,138[A ]| All things conspired to raise the tyrant there, 191:06,139[A ]| But time alone could fix his conquest here. 191:06,140[A ]| If therefore more distinctly we would know 191:06,141[A ]| Each source from whence this deadly bane did flow, 191:06,142[A ]| His progress in the earth we must survey, 191:06,143[A ]| How many cities groan beneath his sway. 191:06,144[A ]| And when his great advancement we have traced, 191:06,145[A ]| We must allow his principles as vast 191:06,146[A ]| (The earth nor sea the ingredients could prepare) 191:06,147[A ]| And wholly must ascribe it to the air: 191:06,148[A ]| The tyrant's seat, his magazine, is there. 191:06,149[A ]| The air that does both earth and sea surround, 191:06,150[A ]| As easily can earth and sea confound; 191:06,151[A ]| What fence for bodies, when at every pore 191:06,152[A ]| The soft invader has an open door? 191:06,153[A ]| What fence, where poison's drawn with vital breath, 191:06,154[A ]| And Father Air the author proves of death? 191:06,155[A ]| Of subtile substance that with ease receives 191:06,156[A ]| Infection which as easily it gives. 191:06,157[A ]| Now by what means this dire contagion first 191:06,158[A ]| Was formed aloft, by what ingredients nursed, 191:06,159[A ]| Our song shall tell; and in this wondrous course 191:06,160[A ]| Revolving times and varying planets' force. 191:06,000[A ]| 191:06,161[A ]| First then, the sun with all his train of stars, 191:06,162[A ]| Amongst our elements raise endless wars; 191:06,163[A ]| And, when the planets from their stations range, 191:06,164[A ]| Our orb is influenced, and feels the change. 191:06,165[A ]| The chiefest instance is the suns retreat: 191:06,166[A ]| No sooner he withdraws his vital heat 191:06,167[A ]| But fruitless fields with snow are covered o'er, 191:06,168[A ]| The pretty fountains run and talk no more. 191:06,169[A ]| Yet, when his chariot to the Crab returns, 191:06,170[A ]| The air, the earth, the very ocean burns. 191:06,171[A ]| The queen of night can boast no less a sway, 191:06,172[A ]| At least all humid things her power obey. 191:06,173[A ]| Malignant Saturn's star as much can claim, 191:06,174[A ]| With friendly Jove's, bright Mars and Venus' flame 191:06,175[A ]| And all the host of lights without a name. 191:06,176[A ]| Our elements beneath their influence lie, 191:06,177[A ]| Slaves to the very rabble of the sky. 191:06,178[A ]| But most when many meet in one abode, 191:06,179[A ]| Or when some planet enters a new road, 191:06,180[A ]| Far distant from the course he used to run, 191:06,181[A ]| Some mighty work of fate is to be done. 191:06,182[A ]| Long tracts of time indeed must first be spent 191:06,183[A ]| Before completion of the vast event; 191:06,184[A ]| But when the revolution once is made, 191:06,185[A ]| What mischiefs earth and sea at once invade! 191:06,186[A ]| Poor mortals then shall all extremes sustain, 191:06,187[A ]| While heaven dissolves in deluges of rain, 191:06,188[A ]| Which from the mountains with impetuous force 191:06,189[A ]| And headlong rage, trees, rocks and towns shall force. 191:06,190[A ]| O'er-swelling Ganges then shall sweep the plain, 191:06,191[A ]| And peaceful Po outroar the stormy main. 191:06,192[A ]| In other parts the springs as low shall lie 191:06,193[A ]| And nymphs with tears exhausted streams supply. 191:06,194[A ]| Where neither drought nor deluges destroy, 191:06,195[A ]| The winds their utmost fury shall employ; 191:06,196[A ]| While hurricanes whole cities shall o'erthrow, 191:06,197[A ]| Or earthquakes gorge them in the depths below. 191:06,198[A ]| Perhaps the season shall arrive (if fate 191:06,199[A ]| And nature once agree upon the date) 191:06,200[A ]| When this most cultivated earth shall be 191:06,201[A ]| Unpeopled quite, or drenched beneath the sea; 191:06,202[A ]| When ev'n the sun another course shall steer, 191:06,203[A ]| And other seasons constitute the year. 191:06,204[A ]| The wondering north shall see the springing vine, 191:06,205[A ]| And Moors admire at snow beneath the line. 191:06,206[A ]| New species then of creatures shall arise: 191:06,207[A ]| A new creation nature's self surprise. 191:06,208[A ]| Then youth shall lend fresh vigour to the earth, 191:06,209[A ]| And give a second breed of giants birth, 191:06,210[A ]| By whom a new assault shall be performed, 191:06,211[A ]| Hills heaped on hills and heaven once more be stormed. 191:06,212[A ]| Since Nature's then so liable to change, 191:06,213[A ]| Why should we think this late contagion strange? 191:06,214[A ]| Or that the planets where such mischiefs grow 191:06,215[A ]| Should shed their poison on the earth below? 191:06,216[A ]| Two hundred rollings years are passed away 191:06,217[A ]| Since Mars and Saturn in conjunction lay 191:06,218[A ]| When through the East an unknown fever raged 191:06,219[A ]| Of strange effects and by no arts assuaged. 191:06,220[A ]| From suffocated lungs with pain they drew 191:06,221[A ]| Their breath, and blood for spittle did ensue. 191:06,222[A ]| Four days the wretches with this plague were grieved 191:06,223[A ]| (O dismal sight!) and then by death relieved. 191:06,224[A ]| From thence to Persia the contagion came, 191:06,225[A ]| Of whom the Assyrians catched the spreading flame; 191:06,226[A ]| Euphrates next and Tigris did complain, 191:06,227[A ]| Arabia too styled happy now in vain; 191:06,228[A ]| Then Phrygia mourned, from whence it crossed the sea 191:06,229[A ]| (To small to quench its flame) to Italy. 191:06,230[A ]| Then from this lower orb with me remove, 191:06,231[A ]| To view the starry palaces above; 191:06,232[A ]| Through all the roads of wandering planets rove 191:06,233[A ]| To search in what position they have stood, 191:06,234[A ]| And what conjectures were from them made good. 191:06,235[A ]| To find what signs did former times direct, 191:06,236[A ]| And what the present age is to expect. 191:06,237[A ]| From hence perhaps we shall with ease descry 191:06,238[A ]| The source of this stupendous malady. 191:06,239[A ]| Behold how Cancer with portenous harms 191:06,240[A ]| Before heaven's gate unfolds his threatening arms. 191:06,241[A ]| Prodigious ills must needs from thence ensue 191:06,242[A ]| In which one house we may distinctly view 191:06,243[A ]| A numerous cabal of stars conspire 191:06,244[A ]| To hurl at once on air their baneful fire. 191:06,245[A ]| All this the reverend artist did descry 191:06,246[A ]| Who nightly watched the motions of the sky: 191:06,247[A ]| Ye gods (he cried) what does your rage prepare; 191:06,248[A ]| What unknown plague engenders in the air? 191:06,249[A ]| Besides, I see dire wars on Europe shed, 191:06,250[A ]| Ausonian fields with native gore o'erspread. 191:06,251[A ]| Thus sung the sage, and to prevent debate 191:06,252[A ]| In writing left the story of our fate. 191:06,253[A ]| When any certain course of years is run, 191:06,254[A ]| Ere the next revolution be begun, 191:06,255[A ]| Heven's method is for Jove in all his state 191:06,256[A ]| To weigh events and to determine fate; 191:06,257[A ]| To search the book of destiny, and show 191:06,258[A ]| What change shall rise in heaven or earth below. 191:06,259[A ]| Behold him then, in awful robes arrayed, 191:06,260[A ]| And calling his known council to his aid. 191:06,261[A ]| Saturn and Mars the thundering summons call: 191:06,262[A ]| The Crab's portentous arms unlock the hall. 191:06,263[A ]| Mark with what various mien the gods repair; 191:06,264[A ]| First Mars with sparkling eyes and flaming hair, 191:06,265[A ]| So furious and addicted to alarms, 191:06,266[A ]| He dreams of battles, though in Venus' arms. 191:06,267[A ]| But see with what august and peaceful brow 191:06,268[A ]| (Of gold his chariot if the fates allow) 191:06,269[A ]| Great Jove appears, who does to all extend 191:06,270[A ]| Impartial justice, heaven and nature's friend. 191:06,271[A ]| Old Saturn last with heavy pace comes on, 191:06,272[A ]| Loath to obey the summons of his son; 191:06,273[A ]| Oft going stopped, oft pondered in his mind 191:06,274[A ]| Heaven's empire lost, oft to return inclined; 191:06,275[A ]| Thus, much distracted, and arriving late, 191:06,276[A ]| Sits grudging down beside the chair of state. 191:06,277[A ]| Jove now unfolds what fate's dark laws contain, 191:06,278[A ]| Which Jove alone has wisdom to explain; 191:06,279[A ]| Sees ripening mischiefs ready to be hurled, 191:06,280[A ]| And much condoles the sufferings of the world. 191:06,281[A ]| Unfolded views death's adamantine gates, 191:06,282[A ]| War, slaughters, factions and subverted states. 191:06,283[A ]| But most astonished at a new disease 191:06,284[A ]| That must forthwith on helpless mortals seize. 191:06,285[A ]| These secrets he unfolds, and shakes the skies: 191:06,286[A ]| The gods condole and from the council rise. 191:06,287[A ]| Hell's agent thus no sooner quits his cage 191:06,288[A ]| But on the starting spheres he hurls his rage. 191:06,289[A ]| The purer orbs disdain the infernal foe, 191:06,290[A ]| And shake the taint upon the air below. 191:06,291[A ]| The grosser air receives the baneful seeds, 191:06,292[A ]| Converting to the poison which it feeds. 191:06,293[A ]| Whether the sun from earth this vapour drew 191:06,294[A ]| In late conjunction with his fiery crew, 191:06,295[A ]| Or from fermenting seas by Neptune sent 191:06,296[A ]| In envy to the higher element, 191:06,297[A ]| Is hard to say, or if more powers combined 191:06,298[A ]| Sent forth this prodigy to fright mankind. 191:06,299[A ]| The offices of nature to define 191:06,300[A ]| And to each cause a true effect assign 191:06,301[A ]| Must be a task both hard and doubtful too, 191:06,302[A ]| Since various consequences oft ensue, 191:06,303[A ]| Nor nature always to her self is true. 191:06,304[A ]| Some principles shall on the instant work, 191:06,305[A ]| Whilst others shall for tedious ages lurk. 191:06,306[A ]| Besides, the power of chance shall oft prevail 191:06,307[A ]| On nature's force and cause events to fail. 191:06,308[A ]| Nor is the influence of maladies 191:06,309[A ]| Less various than the seeds from whence they rise. 191:06,310[A ]| Sometimes the infected air hurts trees alone, 191:06,311[A ]| To grass and tender flowers pernicious known. 191:06,312[A ]| The blast sometimes destroys the furrowed soil 191:06,313[A ]| With mildewed ears, not worth the reaper's toil. 191:06,314[A ]| Or if some dale with grain seems more enriched, 191:06,315[A ]| It moulds and rots before the sheaves are pitched. 191:06,316[A ]| When earth yields store, yet oft some strange disease 191:06,317[A ]| Shall fall and only on poor cattle seize. 191:06,318[A ]| Here it shall sweep the stock, while there it sheds 191:06,319[A ]| Its fury only on devoted heads. 191:06,320[A ]| My own remembrance to this hour retains 191:06,321[A ]| An autumn drowned with never ceasing rains: 191:06,322[A ]| Yet this malignant luxury, the breed 191:06,323[A ]| Of goats alone did rue, the rest were freed. 191:06,324[A ]| See how at break of day their number's told; 191:06,325[A ]| See how the keeper drives them from the fold. 191:06,326[A ]| Behold him next beneath a hanging rock, 191:06,327[A ]| And cheering with his reed the browsing flock; 191:06,328[A ]| While them he charms, nor is himself less pleased, 191:06,329[A ]| With a sharp, sudden cough some darling kid is seized: 191:06,330[A ]| The cough his knell, for with a giddy round 191:06,331[A ]| He whirls and straight falls dead upon the ground. 191:06,332[A ]| This fever, thus to goats and kids severe, 191:06,333[A ]| While autumn held, confined his vengeance there. 191:06,334[A ]| Next spring, both lowing herd and bleating flock 191:06,335[A ]| At once it seized, spared none but swept the stock. 191:06,336[A ]| With such uncertainty from tainted skies 191:06,337[A ]| In bodies placed on earth effects arise. 191:06,338[A ]| Since then by dear experiment we find 191:06,339[A ]| Diseases various in their rise and kind. 191:06,340[A ]| Of this contagion let us take a view, 191:06,341[A ]| More terrible for being strange and new, 191:06,342[A ]| That with the proudest sons of slaughter vies, 191:06,343[A ]| And claims no lower kindred than the skies; 191:06,344[A ]| And as he did aloft conceive his flame, 191:06,345[A ]| The proud destroyer seeks no common game. 191:06,346[A ]| He scorns the well-plumed sporters of the flood; 191:06,347[A ]| He scorns the well-plumed singers of the wood; 191:06,348[A ]| He scorns the wanton browsers of the rock; 191:06,349[A ]| Disdains the lowing herd and bleating flock; 191:06,350[A ]| With wolf or bear despises to engage, 191:06,351[A ]| Nor can the generous horse provoke his rage; 191:06,352[A ]| The lords of nature only he annoys, 191:06,353[A ]| And humane frame, heaven's images, destroys. 191:06,354[A ]| The blood's black viscous parts he seizes first 191:06,355[A ]| By whose malignant aliments he's nursed; 191:06,356[A ]| And e'er he can the fierce assault begin, 191:06,357[A ]| Factions of humours take his part within. 191:06,358[A ]| The strongest holds of nature thus he gains, 191:06,359[A ]| Quartering his cruel troops throughout the veins, 191:06,360[A ]| While some more noble seat the tyrant's throne contains. 191:06,361[A ]| Such principles brought this distemper forth; 191:06,362[A ]| Such aliments maintained the dreadful birth. 191:06,363[A ]| His certain signs and symptoms to rehearse 191:06,364[A ]| Is the next task of our instructing verse. 191:06,365[A ]| O may it prove of such a lasting date 191:06,366[A ]| To conquer time and triumph over fate. 191:06,367[A ]| Apollo's self inspires the useful song, 191:06,368[A ]| And all that to Apollo does belong, 191:06,369[A ]| Like him, should ever live and be for ever young. 191:06,370[A ]| How shall posterity admire our skill, 191:06,371[A ]| Taught by the muse to know the lurking ill; 191:06,372[A ]| And when his dreadful visage they behold, 191:06,373[A ]| Cry, this is the disease whose signs of old 191:06,374[A ]| The inspired physician in bright numbers told. 191:06,375[A ]| For though the infernal pest should quit the earth, 191:06,376[A ]| Absconding in the hell that gave it birth, 191:06,377[A ]| Yet after lazy revolutions passed, 191:06,378[A ]| The unsuspected prodigy at last 191:06,379[A ]| Shall from the womb of night once more be hurled, 191:06,380[A ]| To infect the skies and to amaze the world. 191:06,381[A ]| What therefore seems most wondrous in his course 191:06,382[A ]| Is that he should so long conceal his force; 191:06,383[A ]| For when the foe his secret way has made 191:06,384[A ]| And in our entrails strong detachments laid, 191:06,385[A ]| Yet oft the moon four monthly rounds shall steer 191:06,386[A ]| Before convincing symptoms shall appear: 191:06,387[A ]| So long the malady shall lurk within 191:06,388[A ]| And grow confirmed before the danger's seen, 191:06,389[A ]| Yet with disturbance to the wretch diseased 191:06,390[A ]| Who with unwonted heaviness is seized; 191:06,391[A ]| With dropping spirits his affairs pursues, 191:06,392[A ]| And all his limbs their offices refuse. 191:06,393[A ]| The cheerful glories of his eyes decay 191:06,394[A ]| And from his cheeks the roses fade away; 191:06,395[A ]| A leaden hue o'er all his face is spread 191:06,396[A ]| And greater weights depress his drooping head; 191:06,397[A ]| Till by degrees the secret parts shall show 191:06,398[A ]| By open proofs the undermining foe, 191:06,399[A ]| Who now his dreadful ensigns shall display, 191:06,400[A ]| Devour and harass in the sight of day. 191:06,401[A ]| Again, when cheerful light has left the skies 191:06,402[A ]| And night's ungrateful shades and vapours rise, 191:06,403[A ]| When nature to our spirits sounds retreat 191:06,404[A ]| And to the vitals calls her straggling heat, 191:06,405[A ]| When the outworks are no more of warmth possessed, 191:06,406[A ]| Bloodless and with a load of humours pressed, 191:06,407[A ]| When every kind relief's retired within, 191:06,408[A ]| 'Tis then the execrable pains begin. 191:06,409[A ]| Arms shoulders, legs with restless aches vexed 191:06,410[A ]| And with convulsions every nerve perplexed. 191:06,411[A ]| For when through all our veins the infection's spread 191:06,412[A ]| And by what e'er should feed the body fed, 191:06,413[A ]| When nature strives the vitals to defend, 191:06,414[A ]| And all destructive humours outward send, 191:06,415[A ]| These being viscous, gross and loath to start, 191:06,416[A ]| In its dull march shall torture every part; 191:06,417[A ]| Whence to the bloodless nerves dire pains ensue, 191:06,418[A ]| At once contracted and extended too. 191:06,419[A ]| The thinner parts will yet not stick so fast, 191:06,420[A ]| But to the surface of the skin are cast, 191:06,421[A ]| Which in foul botches o'er the body spread, 191:06,422[A ]| Profane the bosom and deform the head; 191:06,423[A ]| Here pustules in the form of acorns swelled, 191:06,424[A ]| In form alone, for these with stench are filled 191:06,425[A ]| Whose ripeness is corruption, that in time 191:06,426[A ]| Disdain confinement and discharge the slime. 191:06,427[A ]| Yet oft the foe would turn his forces back, 191:06,428[A ]| The brawn and inmost muscles to attack, 191:06,429[A ]| And pierce so deep, that the bare bones have been 191:06,430[A ]| Betwixt the dreadful fleshy breaches seen. 191:06,431[A ]| When on the vocal parts his rage was spent 191:06,432[A ]| Imperfect sounds for tuneful speech was sent. 191:06,433[A ]| As on a springing plant, you have beheld 191:06,434[A ]| The juice that through the tender bark has swelled, 191:06,435[A ]| That from the sap's more viscous part did come, 191:06,436[A ]| Till by the sun condensed into a gum, 191:06,437[A ]| So when this bane is once received within, 191:06,438[A ]| With such eruptions he shall force the skin; 191:06,439[A ]| And when the humour for a time has flowed, 191:06,440[A ]| Grow fixed at last and harden to a node. 191:06,441[A ]| Hence some young swain, as on the rocks he stood 191:06,442[A ]| To view his picture in the crystal flood, 191:06,443[A ]| And finding there his lovely cheeks deformed, 191:06,444[A ]| Against the stars, against the gods he stormed. 191:06,445[A ]| Meanwhile the sable wings of night are spread 191:06,446[A ]| And balmy sleep on every creature shed. 191:06,447[A ]| These wretches only no repose could take, 191:06,448[A ]| By this tormenting fiend still kept awake; 191:06,449[A ]| Impatient till the morn restored the light, 191:06,450[A ]| Then cursed her beams and wished again for night. 191:06,451[A ]| Ceres in vain her blessings did afford: 191:06,452[A ]| In vain the flowing goblet crowned the board. 191:06,453[A ]| No comfort they in large possessions had 191:06,454[A ]| Of farms or towns, but e'en in banquets sad. 191:06,455[A ]| In vain the streams, and meads they did frequent: 191:06,456[A ]| The dismal thought pursued where'er they went; 191:06,457[A ]| And when for prospect they would climb the hill, 191:06,458[A ]| The dire remembrance hagged their fancy still. 191:06,459[A ]| In vain the gods themselves they did invoke, 191:06,460[A ]| Adorned their shrines and made their altars smoke: 191:06,461[A ]| They bribed and prayed, yet still reliefless lay, 191:06,462[A ]| Their offered gums consumed less fast than they. 191:06,463[A ]| Shall I relate what I myself beheld, 191:06,464[A ]| Where Ollius stream with gentle plenty swelled? 191:06,465[A ]| In those fair meads where Ollius cuts his way, 191:06,466[A ]| A youth of godlike form I did survey, 191:06,467[A ]| By all the world besides unparalleled, 191:06,468[A ]| And even in Italy by none excelled. 191:06,469[A ]| First signs of manhood on his cheeks were shown, 191:06,470[A ]| A tender harvest, and but thinly sown, 191:06,471[A ]| Besides those charms that did his person grace, 191:06,472[A ]| Descended from a rich and noble race. 191:06,473[A ]| What transport in spectators did he breed, 191:06,474[A ]| Mounted and managing the fiery steed; 191:06,475[A ]| What joy at once and terror did we feel 191:06,476[A ]| When he prepared for field and shone in steel; 191:06,477[A ]| Of equal strength and skill for exercise, 191:06,478[A ]| All conflicts tried, but never lost a prize. 191:06,479[A ]| Oft in the chase his courser he'd forego, 191:06,480[A ]| Trust his own feet and turn the swiftest roe. 191:06,481[A ]| For him each nymph, for him each goddess strove, 191:06,482[A ]| Of hill, of plain, of meadow, stream and grove; 191:06,483[A ]| Nor can we doubt that in this numerous train, 191:06,484[A ]| Some one (neglected) did to heaven complain, 191:06,485[A ]| Who though in vain she loved, yet did not curse in vain. 191:06,486[A ]| For whilst the youth did to his strength confide, 191:06,487[A ]| And nerves in every task of hardship tried, 191:06,488[A ]| This finished piece, this celebrated frame, 191:06,489[A ]| The mansion of a loathed disease became: 191:06,490[A ]| But of such baneful and malignant kind 191:06,491[A ]| As ages past ne'er knew, and future ne'er shall find. 191:06,492[A ]| Now might you see his spring of youth decay; 191:06,493[A ]| The verdure die, the blossoms fall away: 191:06,494[A ]| The foul infection o'er his body spread, 191:06,495[A ]| Profanes his bosom and deforms his head. 191:06,496[A ]| His wretched limbs with filth and stench o'erflow, 191:06,497[A ]| While flesh divides and shows the bones below. 191:06,498[A ]| Dire ulcers (can the gods permit them?) prey 191:06,499[A ]| On his fair eye-balls and devour their day, 191:06,500[A ]| Whilst the neat pyramid below falls mouldering quite away. 191:06,501[A ]| Him neighbouring Alps bewailed with constant dew: 191:06,502[A ]| Ollius no more his wonted passage knew. 191:06,503[A ]| Hills, valleys, rocks, streams, groves, his face bemoaned, 191:06,504[A ]| Sebinus lake from deepest caverns groaned. 191:06,505[A ]| From hence malicious Saturn's force is known, 191:06,506[A ]| From whose malignant orb this plague was thrown; 191:06,507[A ]| To whom more cruel Mars assistance lent, 191:06,508[A ]| And clubbed his influence to the dire event. 191:06,509[A ]| Nor could the malice of the stars suffice 191:06,510[A ]| To make such execrable mischief rise; 191:06,511[A ]| For certainly e'er this disease began 191:06,512[A ]| Through hell's dark courts the cursing furies ran, 191:06,513[A ]| Where to astonished ghosts they did relate 191:06,514[A ]| In dreadful songs the burthen of our fate; 191:06,515[A ]| The Stygian pool did to the bottom rake 191:06,516[A ]| And from its dregs the curst ingredients take, 191:06,517[A ]| Which scattered since through Europe wide and far 191:06,518[A ]| Bred pestilence and more consuming war. 191:00,000[A ]| 191:00,000[A ]| 191:07,000[' ]| 191:07,000[' ]| 191:07,001[A ]| How justly now might I aspire 191:07,002[A ]| To mighty Pindar's force and fire! 191:07,003[A ]| When gods and god-like kings he did rehearse 191:07,004[A ]| And crowned them with immortal verse, 191:07,005[A ]| Worth all their statues, by the skillfullest hand, 191:07,006[A ]| That only could for short-lived ages stand. 191:07,007[A ]| But the possession of the golden lyre, 191:07,008[A ]| Where all the charms of harmony conspire, 191:07,009[A ]| The muse to Pindar did confine: 191:07,010[A ]| Pindar alone she does permit 191:07,011[A ]| In wit's sublimest orb to sit 191:07,012[A ]| And, like the sun, without a rival shine. 191:07,013[A ]| Zeal therefore shall perform the muse's part 191:07,014[A ]| And poetry's deficiencies supply; 191:07,015[A ]| Zeal that shall vie with art 191:07,016[A ]| And mount the song as high. 191:07,017[A ]| Besides, my theme, so charming, so divine, 191:07,018[A ]| Without a muse shall raise poetic fire; 191:07,019[A ]| A queen that can beyond a muse inspire, 191:07,020[A ]| A queen more sacred than the nine. 191:07,021[A ]| O best of sovereigns, from your lofty sphere 191:07,022[A ]| Vouchsafe your trembling bard to cheer, 191:07,023[A ]| Vouchsafe your votary to hear; 191:07,024[A ]| Who in sincere though slender lays 191:07,025[A ]| Attempts the triumphs of your praise, 191:07,026[A ]| And to attempt is all ~~ 191:07,027[A ]| For what rash mortal will pretend 191:07,028[A ]| In words to comprehend 191:07,029[A ]| Virtues where speech no aid affords, 191:07,030[A ]| Graces beyond the narrow bounds of words, 191:07,031[A ]| Or number royal gifts that number's power transcend? 191:07,032[A ]| To you (her sacred guardian here) 191:07,033[A ]| Happy Britannia ever will address 191:07,034[A ]| And with repeated vows confess 191:07,035[A ]| That, in her sovereign sphere, 191:07,036[A ]| Your equal never rose nor shall hereafter rise. 191:07,037[A ]| The best and greatest prize 191:07,038[A ]| That fate e'er gave, or ever shall bestow; 191:07,039[A ]| And yet, for ought we mortals know, 191:07,040[A ]| Another golden season may be seen, 191:07,041[A ]| A second golden age, but never such a queen! 191:07,042[A ]| A queen whom all united virtues crown, 191:07,043[A ]| That singly gave her ancestors renown: 191:07,044[A ]| She does their precious ore engross 191:07,045[A ]| Without the least remains of dross, 191:07,046[A ]| So sublimated, so refined, 191:07,047[A ]| That now those sons of light, 191:07,048[A ]| So glorious in their night, 191:07,049[A ]| Languish like stars by the sun's beams outshined. 191:07,050[A ]| Amidst these triumphs of her state, 191:07,051[A ]| Advance to such a dangerous height, 191:07,052[A ]| And jealous of her future fate, 191:07,053[A ]| Posterity is now Britannia's care. 191:07,054[A ]| For them she prays ~~ What therefore is her prayer? 191:07,055[A ]| Not for increase of wealth, more Blenheim spoils, 191:07,056[A ]| More trophies of her hero's toils, 191:07,057[A ]| To hear her naval thunder roar, 191:07,058[A ]| Alarming all the Atlantic shore; 191:07,059[A ]| Great Anna there new garlands win, 191:07,060[A ]| New conquests there begin, 191:07,061[A ]| Where Hercules gave o'er. 191:07,062[A ]| Successfully for these she has addressed 191:07,063[A ]| But sums her wishes now in one request, 191:07,064[A ]| And does for that with utmost ardour call: 191:07,065[A ]| The mighty blessing that includes them all. 191:07,066[A ]| That such a princess, so beloved 191:07,067[A ]| By heaven, by Britain and by all approved, 191:07,068[A ]| Whom every nation wish their own, 191:07,069[A ]| To bless her people long may long possess her throne. 191:07,070[A ]| Long may my queen survive to be 191:07,071[A ]| By justice, prudence, constancy, 191:07,072[A ]| The true vice-gerent of the deity; 191:07,073[A ]| To cherish peace, support allies, 191:07,074[A ]| And haughty tyrants to chastise; 191:07,075[A ]| The griefs of Europe to redress, 191:07,076[A ]| The universal patroness. 191:07,077[A ]| Live Anna, for the pubic welfare live; 191:07,078[A ]| And live to share the blessings that you give. 191:07,079[A ]| In your protection safe our law remains, 191:07,080[A ]| Sweet liberty , with you, her ancient rights regains; 191:07,081[A ]| With you religion's crowned, with you religion reigns. 191:07,082[A ]| Then since assured, where'er you go 191:07,083[A ]| Of everlasting welcome there, 191:07,084[A ]| May your return to native skies be slow. 191:07,085[A ]| This is the general prayer. 191:07,086[A ]| While you remain, our world is blessed; 191:07,087[A ]| When you remove ~~ I leave the rest 191:07,088[A ]| To be in sighs expressed. 191:08,000[' ]| 191:08,000[' ]| 191:08,001[A ]| I'm sick of Rome, and wish myself conveyed 191:08,002[A ]| Where freezing seas obstruct the merchant's trade, 191:08,003[A ]| When hypocrites read lectures, and a sot, 191:08,004[A ]| Because into a gown and pulpit got, 191:08,005[A ]| Though surfeit-gorged, and reeking from the stews, 191:08,006[A ]| Nothing but abstinence for his theme will choose. 191:08,007[A ]| The rakehells too pretend to learning ~~ Why? 191:08,008[A ]| Chrysippus' statue decks their library. 191:08,009[A ]| Who makes his closet finest is most read: 191:08,010[A ]| The dolt that with an Aristotle's head 191:08,011[A ]| Carved to the life has once adorned his shelf, 191:08,012[A ]| Straight sets up for a Stagyrite himself. 191:08,013[A ]| Precise their look but, to the brothel come, 191:08,014[A ]| You'll know the price of philosophic bum. 191:08,015[A ]| You'd swear, if you their bristled hides surveyed, 191:08,016[A ]| That for a bear's caresses they are made; 191:08,017[A ]| Yet of their obscene part they take such care, 191:08,018[A ]| That (like baboons) they still keep podex bare. 191:08,019[A ]| To see it so sleek and trimmed the surgeon smiles 191:08,020[A ]| And scarcely can for laughing lance the piles. 191:08,021[A ]| Since silence seems to carry wisdom's power, 191:08,022[A ]| The affected rogues, like clocks, speak once an hour. 191:08,023[A ]| Those grizzled locks which nature did provide 191:08,024[A ]| In plenteous growth their asses ears to hide, 191:08,025[A ]| The formal slaves reduce to a degree 191:08,026[A ]| Short of their eye-brows ~~ Now I honour thee, 191:08,027[A ]| Thee Peribonius, thou professed he-whore, 191:08,028[A ]| And all thy crimes impute to nature's score: 191:08,029[A ]| Thou, as in harlot's dress thou art attired, 191:08,030[A ]| For ought I know, with harlot's itch art fired. 191:08,031[A ]| Thy form seems for the pathic trade designed, 191:08,032[A ]| And generously thou dost own thy kind. 191:08,033[A ]| But what of those lewd miscreants must become, 191:08,034[A ]| Who preach morality and shake the bum? 191:08,035[A ]| Vallius cries, 191:08,035@b | shall I fear Sextus' doom, 191:08,036@b | Whose haunches are the common sink of Rome? 191:08,037[A ]| Let him cry blackamoor-devil, whose skin is white, 191:08,038[A ]| And bandy-legs, who treads himself upright; 191:08,039[A ]| Let him reprove that's innocent ~~ in vain, 191:08,040[A ]| The Gracchi of sedition must complain. 191:08,041[A ]| 'Twould make you swear the planets from their spheres, 191:08,042[A ]| Should Verres peach thieves, Milo murderers, 191:08,043[A ]| Clodius tax bawds, Cethegus Catiline, 191:08,044[A ]| Or Scylla's pupils Scylla's rules decline. 191:08,045[A ]| Yet we have seen a modern magistrate 191:08,046[A ]| Restore those rigid laws that did create 191:08,047[A ]| In Mars and Venus dread himself the while 191:08,048[A ]| With impious drugs and potions did beguile 191:08,049[A ]| The teeming Julia's womb, and thence did wrest 191:08,050[A ]| Crude births that yet the incestuous sire confessed. 191:08,051[A ]| How shall such hypocrites reform the state 191:08,052[A ]| On whom the brothels can recriminate? 191:08,053[A ]| Of this we have an instance great and new 191:08,054[A ]| In a cock-zealot of this preaching crew, 191:08,055[A ]| Whose late harangue the gaping rabble drew. 191:08,056[A ]| His theme, as fate would have it, was fornication, 191:08,057[A ]| And as in the fury of his declamation 191:08,058[A ]| He cried, 191:08,058@b | Why sleeps the Julian law, that awed 191:08,059@b | This vice? ~~ 191:08,059[A ]| Laronia, an industrious bawd 191:08,060[A ]| (As bawds will run to lectures), nettled much 191:08,061[A ]| To have her copy-hold so nearly touched, 191:08,062[A ]| With a disdainful smile replied, 191:08,062@c | Blessed times 191:08,063@c | That made thee censor of the age's crimes! 191:08,064@c | Rome now must needs reform and vice be stopped 191:08,065@c | Since a third Cato from the clouds is dropped. 191:08,066@c | But tell me, sir, what perfume strikes the air 191:08,067@c | From your most reverend neck o'ergrown with hair? 191:08,068@c | For modestly, we may presume, I trow, 191:08,069@c | 'Tis not your natural grain ~~ The price I'd know, 191:08,070@c | And where 'tis sold. Direct me to the street 191:08,071@c | And shop, for I with no such essence meet. 191:08,072@c | Let me entreat you sir, for your own sake 191:08,073@c | Use caution, and permit the laws to take 191:08,074@c | A harmless nap, lest the Scantinian wake. 191:08,075@c | Our wise forefathers took their measures right, 191:08,076@c | Nor wreaked on fornicators, all their spite, 191:08,077@c | But left a limbo for the sodomite. 191:08,078@c | If you commission-courts must needs erect 191:08,079@c | For manners, put the test to your own sect. 191:08,080@c | But you by number think your selves secure, 191:08,081@c | While our thin squadron must the brunt endure. 191:08,082@c | With grief I must confess our muster's few 191:08,083@c | And much with civil broils impaired, while you 191:08,084@c | Are to the devil and to each other true. 191:08,085@c | Your penal laws against us are enlarged, 191:08,086@c | On whom no crimes, like what you act, are charged. 191:08,087@c | Flavia may now and then turn up for bread, 191:08,088@c | But chastely with Catulla lies a bed. 191:08,089@c | Your Hispo acts both sexes' parts, before 191:08,090@c | A fornicator and behind a whore. 191:08,091@c | We ne'er invade your walks; the clients' cause 191:08,092@c | We leave to your confounding and the laws. 191:08,093@c | If now and then an Amazonian dame 191:08,094@c | Dares fight a public prize, 'tis sure less shame 191:08,095@c | Than to behold your unnerved sex set in 191:08,096@c | To needle-work and like a damsel spin. 191:08,097@c | How Hister's bondman his sole heir became, 191:08,098@c | And his conniving spouse so rich a dame, 191:08,099@c | Is known, that wife with wealth must needs be sped 191:08,100@c | Who is content to make a third in bed. 191:08,101@c | You nymphs that would to coach and six arrive, 191:08,102@c | Marry, keep counsel, and y'are sure to thrive! 191:08,103@c | Yet these obnoxious men, without remorse,. 191:08,104@c | Against our tribe will put the laws in force, 191:08,105@c | Clip the dove's wing and give the vulture course. 191:08,106[A ]| Thus spoke the matron ~~ The convicted crew 191:08,107[A ]| From so direct a charge like lightning flew. 191:08,108[A ]| It must be so ~~ Nor, vain Metellus, shall 191:08,109[A ]| From Rome's tribunal thy harangues prevail 191:08,110[A ]| Gainst harlotry while thou art clad so thin 191:08,111[A ]| That through thy cobweb-robe we see thy skin 191:08,112[A ]| As thou declaimest ~~ Fabulla is, you say, 191:08,113[A ]| A whore ~~ I own it; so's Carsinia; 191:08,114[A ]| Rank prostitutes, therefore without remorse 191:08,115[A ]| Punish the strumpets: give the law its course. 191:08,116[A ]| But when you've sentenced them, Metellus, know 191:08,117[A ]| They'd blush to appear so loosely dressed as you. 191:08,118[A ]| You say the dog-star reigns, whose sultry fire 191:08,119[A ]| Melts you to death even in that light attire. 191:08,120[A ]| Go naked then, 'twere better to be mad 191:08,121[A ]| (Which has a privilege) than so lewdly clad! 191:08,122[A ]| How would our mountain sires, returned from plough 191:08,123[A ]| Or battle, such a silken judge allow? 191:08,124[A ]| Canst thou restore old manners, or retrench 191:08,125[A ]| Rome's pride, who comst transparent to the bench? 191:08,126[A ]| This mode, in which thou singly dost appear, 191:08,127[A ]| By thy example shall get footing here, 191:08,128[A ]| Till it has quite depraved the Roman stock 191:08,129[A ]| As one infected sheep confounds the flock. 191:08,130[A ]| Nor will this crime, Metellus, be thy worst: 191:08,131[A ]| No man e'er reached the heights of vice at first. 191:08,132[A ]| For Vice like virtue by degrees must grow; 191:08,133[A ]| Thus, from this wanton dress, Metellus, thou 191:08,134[A ]| With those polluted priests at last shall join 191:08,135[A ]| Who female chaplets round their temples twine, 191:08,136[A ]| And with perverted rites profane the goddess' shrine; 191:08,137[A ]| Where such vile practices 'twixt males are passed 191:08,138[A ]| As makes our matrons lewd nocturnals chaste. 191:08,139[A ]| Cotyttus orgies scarce are more obscene, 191:08,140[A ]| For thus the effeminate priests themselves demean. 191:08,141[A ]| With jet-black pencils one his eye-brows dyes 191:08,142[A ]| And adds new fire to his lascivious eyes: 191:08,143[A ]| Another in a glass-priapus swills, 191:08,144[A ]| While twisted gold his plaited tresses fills; 191:08,145[A ]| A female robe, and to complete the farce 191:08,146[A ]| His servant not by Jove but Juno swears. 191:08,147[A ]| One holds a mirror, pathic Otho's shield, 191:08,148[A ]| In which he viewed before he marched to field, 191:08,149[A ]| Nor Ajax with more pride his seven-fold targe did wield. 191:08,150[A ]| Oh noble subject for new annals fit, 191:08,151[A ]| In musty fame's records unmentioned yet! 191:08,152[A ]| A looking-glass must load the imperial car, 191:08,153[A ]| The most important carriage of the war! 191:08,154[A ]| Galba to kill he thought a general's part 191:08,155[A ]| But, as a courtier, used the nicest art 191:08,156[A ]| To keep his skin from tan. Before the fight 191:08,157[A ]| Would paint, and set his soiled complexion right; 191:08,158[A ]| A softness which Semiramis ne'er knew, 191:08,159[A ]| When once she had the field and foe in view, 191:08,160[A ]| Nor Egypt's queen when she from Actium flew. 191:08,161[A ]| No chaste discourse their festivals afford, 191:08,162[A ]| Obsceneness is the language of their board: 191:08,163[A ]| Soft lisping tones, taught by some bald-pate priest, 191:08,164[A ]| For skilful palate, master of the feast. 191:08,165[A ]| A pack of prostitutes, unnerved and rife 191:08,166[A ]| For the operation of a Phrygian knife; 191:08,167[A ]| For from such pathics 'twere but just to take 191:08,168[A ]| Those manly parts of which no use they make. 191:08,169[A ]| Gracchus, 'tis said. gave to his trumpeter 191:08,170[A ]| Four hundred sesterces ~~ For what? ~~ in dower. 191:08,171[A ]| The motion's liked, the parties are agreed 191:08,172[A ]| And for performance seal a formal deed; 191:08,173[A ]| Guests are bespoke, a wedding supper made, 191:08,174[A ]| The wonted joy is wished, that done ~~ 191:08,175[A ]| The he-bride in his bridegroom's arms is laid! 191:08,176[A ]| O peers of Rome! need these stupendous times 191:08,177[A ]| A censer or aruspex for such crimes? 191:08,178[A ]| The prodigy less monstrous would appear 191:08,179[A ]| If women calves, or heifers lambs should bear! 191:08,180[A ]| In bridal robe and veil the pathic's dressed, 191:08,181[A ]| Who bore the ponderous shield at Mars his feast. 191:08,182[A ]| Father of Rome, say what detested clime 191:08,183[A ]| Taught Latian shepherds so abhorred a crime? 191:08,184[A ]| Say, thundering Mars, from whence the nettle sprung 191:08,185[A ]| Whose venom first thy noble offspring stung? 191:08,186[A ]| Behold! a man by birth and fortune great 191:08,187[A ]| Weds with a man; yet from the etherial seat 191:08,188[A ]| No rattling of thy brazen wheels we hear 191:08,189[A ]| Nor is earth pierced with thy avenging spear! 191:08,190[A ]| Oh! if thy jurisdiction (Mars) falls short 191:08,191[A ]| To punish mischiefs of so vast import, 191:08,192[A ]| Complain to Jove, and move the higher court. 191:08,193[A ]| For shame redress this scandal, or resign 191:08,194[A ]| The province to some power that's more divine. 191:08,195[A ]| Tomorrow early in Quirinus' vale 191:08,196[A ]| I must attend ~~ Why? ~~ Thereby hangs a tale: 191:08,197[A ]| A male friend's to be married to a male. 191:08,198[A ]| 'Tis true the weddings carried privately, 191:08,199[A ]| The parties being at present somewhat shy; 191:08,200[A ]| But that they own the match, e'er long you'll hear, 191:08,201[A ]| And see it in the public register. 191:08,202[A ]| But one sore grief does these he-brides perplex: 191:08,203[A ]| Though they debase, they cannot change their sex; 191:08,204[A ]| Nor yet, by help of all their wicked art, 191:08,205[A ]| Bring offspring to secure their husband's heart. 191:08,206[A ]| Nature too much in the dire embrace is forced 191:08,207[A ]| But ne'er joins influence with desires so cursed: 191:08,208[A ]| Incestuous births, and monsters may appear, 191:08,209[A ]| But teeming males, not earth nor hell can bear. 191:08,210[A ]| Yet Gracchus, thou degenerate son of fame, 191:08,211[A ]| Thy pranks are stigmatised with greater blame: 191:08,212[A ]| Their's was a private, thine an open shame, 191:08,213[A ]| Who like a fencer on a public stage 191:08,214[A ]| Hast made thyself the scandal of the age. 191:08,215[A ]| Nor can Rome's noblest blood with thine compare 191:08,216[A ]| While thou makst pastime for the theatre. 191:08,217[A ]| To what dire cause can we assign these crimes 191:08,218[A ]| But to that reigning atheism of the times? 191:08,219[A ]| Ghosts, Stygian lakes and frogs with croaking note, 191:08,220[A ]| And Charon wafting souls in leaky boat 191:08,221[A ]| Are now thought fables, to fright fools conceived, 191:08,222[A ]| Or children. and by children scarce believed. 191:08,223[A ]| Yet, give thou credit, what can we suppose 191:08,224[A ]| The temperate Curii and the Scipios, 191:08,225[A ]| What will Fabricius and Camillus think 191:08,226[A ]| When they behold, from their Elysium's brink, 191:08,227[A ]| An atheist's soul to last perdition sink? 191:08,228[A ]| How will they from the assaulted banks rebound 191:08,229[A ]| And wish for sacred rites to purge the unhallowed ground. 191:08,230[A ]| In vain, O Rome, thou dost thy conquest boast 191:08,231[A ]| Beyond the Orcades short-nighted coast, 191:08,232[A ]| Since free the conquered provinces remain 191:08,233[A ]| From crimes that thy imperial city stain 191:08,234[A ]| Yet rumour speaks, if we may credit fame, 191:08,235[A ]| Of one Armenian youth who, since he came, 191:08,236[A ]| Has learned the impious trade and does exceed 191:08,237[A ]| The lewdest pathics of our Roman breed. 191:08,238[A ]| Blessings of commerce! he was sent, 'tis said, 191:08,239[A ]| For breeding hither, and he's fairly bred. 191:08,240[A ]| Fly foreign youths from our polluted streets 191:08,241[A ]| And, ere unmanned, regain your native seats, 191:08,242[A ]| Lest while for traffic here too long you say 191:08,243[A ]| You learn at last to trade the Italian way; 191:08,244[A ]| And, with cursed merchandise returning home, 191:08,245[A ]| Stock all your country with the figs of Rome. 192:01,000[' ]| 192:01,001[A ]| What though the unwearied sun 192:01,002[A ]| Already has his race begun, 192:01,003[A ]| Already summoned to their pleasant toil 192:01,004[A ]| The inhabitants of the open soil? 192:01,005[A ]| What comfort in his lustre can I find, 192:01,006[A ]| If yet no cheerful glimpse begin 192:01,007[A ]| A glorious morn within, 192:01,008[A ]| But mists and darkness still oppress my mind? 192:01,009[A ]| What entertainment can it be 192:01,010[A ]| To hear the tuneful birds from every tree 192:01,011[A ]| With grateful songs the rising day salute, 192:01,012[A ]| Unless my fancy with the music suit? 192:01,013[A ]| I shall, alas, as soon rejoice 192:01,014[A ]| At the ominous raven's doleful voice 192:01,015[A ]| Or be diverted with the bell 192:01,016[A ]| That rings my own, or dearer friends untimely knell. 192:01,017[A ]| Whilst in my breast the weather's fair 192:01,018[A ]| I ne'er enquire the temper of the air: 192:01,019[A ]| So reason o'er my appetites bear sway 192:01,020[A ]| I'm unconcerned what planet rules the day. 192:01,021[A ]| If hushed and silent my fierce passions lie, 192:01,022[A ]| The loudest gusts that rend the sky 192:01,023[A ]| Invite repose and make my sleep more sound. 192:01,024[A ]| The tempest in my breast 192:01,025[A ]| Alone can break my rest: 192:01,026[A ]| Even hurricanes abroad are found 192:01,027[A ]| To damage less than smallest winds hatched underground. 192:02,000[' ]| 192:02,001[A ]| Shame on thy beard! That canst a bugbear dread; 192:02,002[A ]| Fear death whom though so oft hast seen, 192:02,003[A ]| So oft his guest at funerals been; 192:02,004[A ]| Thy self in the better half already dead! 192:02,005[A ]| 'Tis strange to see that frozen head 192:02,006[A ]| Such plenteous moisture shed. 192:02,007[A ]| Whence can this stream be fed? 192:02,008[A ]| The tears were just which at thy birth did flow, 192:02,009[A ]| For then, alas, thou hadst to engage 192:02,010[A ]| Life's inconveniences; but now 192:02,011[A ]| Thou are allowed to quit the tragic stage. 192:02,012[A ]| Now to be careful to prolong the scene 192:02,013[A ]| And act thy miseries o'er again 192:02,014[A ]| Is folly not to be forgiven in even thy doting age. 192:02,015[A ]| Full fourscore years (bless us a dreadful space) 192:02,016[A ]| The world has used thee ill; 192:02,017[A ]| Abused thee to thy face. 192:02,018[A ]| And, dotard, canst thou still 192:02,019[A ]| Solicit her embrace? 192:02,020[A ]| In vain thou covetst to enjoy 192:02,021[A ]| This haughty dame, when age and pains 192:02,022[A ]| Have shrunk thy nerves and chilled thy veins, 192:02,023[A ]| Who to thy flourishing years was so reserved and coy. 192:02,024[A ]| Can cramps, catarrhs and palsies be 192:02,025[A ]| Such ravishing company 192:02,026[A ]| That thou shouldst mourn the loss of their society? 192:02,027[A ]| What pleasures can the grave deprive 192:02,028[A ]| Thy senses of? What inconvenience give 192:02,029[A ]| Which thou art exempted from alive? 192:02,030[A ]| At worst thou canst but have 192:02,031[A ]| Cold lodging in the grave; 192:02,032[A ]| Nor liest thou warmer now though covered o'er 192:02,033[A ]| In fur till thy faint limbs can bear no more. 192:02,034[A ]| Thou sleepst each night in so much cere-cloth bound 192:02,035[A ]| Thoud'st need no more wert thou to take thy lodging underground. 192:02,036[A ]| Go, lay thy frivolous hopes of health aside; 192:02,037[A ]| No longer potions tame, 192:02,038[A ]| No more incisions make: 192:02,039[A ]| Let thy dull flesh no more be scarified. 192:02,040[A ]| Resign, resign thy fated breath, 192:02,041[A ]| Consult with no physician more, but death. 192:02,042[A ]| When all thy surgeons' instruments prove vain, 192:02,043[A ]| His never-failing dart 192:02,044[A ]| Will bleed thee gently at thy heart 192:02,045[A ]| And let out life, the source of all thy pain! 192:02,046[A ]| Let then thy funeral pile be made 192:02,047[A ]| With rosemary and cypress graced, 192:02,048[A ]| Aloft on it thy carcase placed; 192:02,049[A ]| Beside thee there thy crutches laid: 192:02,050[A ]| Those utensils will thus oblige thee more, 192:02,051[A ]| Fomenting the kind flame, than when they bore 192:02,053[A ]| Thy crazy and decrepit limbs before! 192:03,000[' ]| 192:03,001[A ]| Strange magic of thy wit and style 192:03,002[A ]| Which to their griefs mankind can reconcile! 192:03,003[A ]| Whilst thy Philander's tuneful voice we hear 192:03,004[A ]| Condoling our disastrous state, 192:03,005[A ]| Touched with a sense of our hard fate 192:03,006[A ]| We sigh perhaps, or drop a tear; 192:03,007[A ]| But he the mournful song so sweetly sings 192:03,008[A ]| That more of pleasure than regret it brings. 192:03,009[A ]| With such becoming grief 192:03,010[A ]| The Trojan chief 192:03,011[A ]| Troy's conflagration did relate, 192:03,012[A ]| Whilst even the sufferers in the fire drew near 192:03,013[A ]| And with a greedy ear 192:03,014[A ]| Devoured the story of their own subverted state. 192:03,015[A ]| Kind heaven (as to her darling son) to thee 192:03,016[A ]| A double portion did impart, 192:03,017[A ]| A gift of painting and of poesie. 192:03,018[A ]| But for they rivals in the painter's art, 192:03,019[A ]| If well they represent, they can effect 192:03,020[A ]| No more, nor can we more expect. 192:03,021[A ]| But more than this thy happy pencils give: 192:03,022[A ]| Thy drafts are more than representative; 192:03,023[A ]| For, if we'll credit our own eyes, they live! 192:03,024[A ]| Ah! worthy friend, couldst thou maintain the state 192:03,025[A ]| Of what with so much ease thou dost create, 192:03,026[A ]| We might reflect on death with scorn. 192:03,027[A ]| But pictures, like the originals, decay: 192:03,028[A ]| Of colours those consist, and these of clay, 192:03,029[A ]| Alike composed of dust to dust alike return! 192:03,030[A ]| Yet 'tis our happiness to see 192:03,031[A ]| Oblivion, death and adverse destiny 192:03,032[A ]| Encountered, vanquished and disarmed by thee. 192:03,033[A ]| For if thy pencils fail, 192:03,034[A ]| Change thy artillery 192:03,035[A ]| And thou'rt secure of victory. 192:03,036[A ]| Employ thy quill, and thou shalt still prevail. 192:03,037[A ]| The grand destroyer, greedy time, reveres 192:03,038[A ]| Thy fancy's imagery, and spares 192:03,039[A ]| The meanest things that bear 192:03,040[A ]| The impression of thy pen. 192:03,041[A ]| Though coarse and cheap their natural metal were, 192:03,042[A ]| Stamped with thy verse, he knows they are sacred, then 192:03,043[A ]| He knows them by that character to be 192:03,044[A ]| Predestinate, and set apart for immortality. 192:03,045[A ]| If native lustre in thy themes appear, 192:03,046[A ]| Improved by thee it shines more clear: 192:03,047[A ]| Or if thy subject's void of native light, 192:03,048[A ]| Thy fancy need but dart a beam 192:03,049[A ]| To gild thy theme, 192:03,050[A ]| And make the rude mass beautiful and bright. 192:03,051[A ]| Thou variest oft thy strains, but still 192:03,052[A ]| Success attends each strain: 192:03,053[A ]| Thy verse is always lofty as the hill 192:03,054[A ]| Or pleasant as the plain. 192:03,055[A ]| How well thy muse the pastoral song improves 192:03,056[A ]| Whose nymphs and swains are in their loves 192:03,057[A ]| As innocent and yet as kind as doves. 192:03,058[A ]| But most she moves our wonder and delight 192:03,059[A ]| When she performs her loose Pindaric flight. 192:03,060[A ]| Oft to their outmost reach she will extend 192:03,061[A ]| Her towering wings to soar on high 192:03,062[A ]| And then by just degrees descend. 192:03,063[A ]| Oft in a swift, straight course she glides, 192:03,064[A ]| Obliquely oft the air divides 192:03,065[A ]| And of with wanton play hangs hovering in the sky. 192:03,066[A ]| Whilst sense of duty into my artless muse 192:03,067[A ]| The ambition would infuse 192:03,068[A ]| To mingle with those nymphs that homage pay 192:03,069[A ]| And wait on thine in her triumphant way; 192:03,070[A ]| Defect of merit checks her forward pride 192:03,071[A ]| And makes her dread to approach thy chariot side. 192:03,072[A ]| For 'twere at least a rude indecency 192:03,073[A ]| (If not prophane) to appear 192:03,074[A ]| At this solemnity 192:03,075[A ]| Crowned with no laurel wreath when others are. 192:03,076[A ]| But this she will presume to do, 192:03,077[A ]| At distance to attend the show; 192:03,078[A ]| Officiously to gather up 192:03,079[A ]| The scattered bays, if any drop 192:03,080[A ]| From others temples, and with those 192:03,081[A ]| A plain plebeian coronet compose. 192:03,082[A ]| This as your livery she'd wear to hide 192:03,083[A ]| Her nakedness, not gratify her pride! 192:03,084[A ]| Such was the verdant dress 192:03,085[A ]| Which the offending pair did frame 192:03,086[A ]| Of plaited leaves, not to express 192:03,087[A ]| Their pride in the novel garb but to conceal their shame. 192:04,000[' ]| 192:04,001[A ]| From, a tall precipice on the sea side 192:04,002[A ]| A reverend hermit viewed the spreading tide: 192:04,003[A ]| The flood was curled with a becoming wave 192:04,004[A ]| But no presage of rising tempests gave. 192:04,005[A ]| A goodly ship was coasting by the place, 192:04,006[A ]| Like a proud courser foaming in her pace. 192:04,007[A ]| With flattering courtship, the lascivious gales 192:04,008[A ]| Her streamers curled and wantoned in her sails. 192:04,009[A ]| The waves divide to give the pageant way, 192:04,010[A ]| Then close, and with raised heads, the pomp survey. 192:04,011[A ]| Whilst the grave man this spectacle intends 192:04,012[A ]| (Pleased with the sight) a sudden storm descends. 192:04,013[A ]| The winds grow rude and rend the shaken boat: 192:04,014[A ]| On the swollen flood the tattered streamers float. 192:04,015[A ]| So blossoms with too violent a breeze 192:04,016[A ]| Are torn, and scattered round their shaken trees. 192:04,017[A ]| Then to his cell returned, the anchorite 192:04,018[A ]| Draws sage remarks from this disastrous sight 192:04,019[A ]| Of earthly grandeur, weighs the uncertain state 192:04,020[A ]| Which in its gaudiest bloom and proudest height 192:04,021[A ]| Stands most exposed to the shock of sudden fate. 192:05,000[' ]| 192:05,001[A ]| Nymph Faranett, supposed to be 192:05,002[A ]| The gentlest, most indulgent she 192:05,003[A ]| (For what offence I cannot say) 192:05,004[A ]| A day and night and half a day 192:05,005[A ]| Banished her shepherd from her sight: 192:05,006[A ]| Sure his default could not be light, 192:05,007[A ]| Or this compassionate jugde had ne'er 192:05,008[A ]| Imposed a penance so severe. 192:05,009[A ]| And, lest she should anon revoke 192:05,010[A ]| What in her warmer rage she spoke, 192:05,011[A ]| She bound the sentence with an oath, 192:05,012[A ]| Protested by her faith and troth, 192:05,013[A ]| Nought should compound for his offence 192:05,014[A ]| But the full term of abstinence. 192:05,015[A ]| But when his penance glass were run, 192:05,016[A ]| His hours of castigation done, 192:05,017[A ]| Should he defer one minute's space 192:05,018[A ]| To appear and be restored to grace, 192:05,019[A ]| With sparkling, threatening eyes she swore 192:05,020[A ]| That failure would incense her more 192:05,021[A ]| Than all his trespasses before. 192:06,000[' ]| 192:06,001[A ]| The sun, far sunk in his descent, 192:06,002[A ]| Laid now his tyrant rays aside, 192:06,003[A ]| When Laura to the garden went 192:06,004[A ]| To triumph over nature's pride. 192:06,005[A ]| The rose buds blushed with deeper dye, 192:06,006[A ]| The envying lilies paler grew, 192:06,007[A ]| The violets drooped with fear to spy 192:06,008[A ]| On Laura's veins a richer blue. 192:06,009[A ]| She stooped and gathered as she went, 192:06,010[A ]| But while she slaughtered sweetly smiled, 192:06,011[A ]| As angels though for ruin sent, 192:06,012[A ]| Appear with looks serene and mild. 192:06,013[A ]| But now, grown weary with her toil, 192:06,014[A ]| She sits and flowery wreaths she frames; 192:06,015[A ]| Thus with proud trophies made of the spoil, 192:06,016[A ]| Her conquest o'er the flowers proclaims. 192:07,000[' ]| 192:07,001[A ]| Usurping passions held a long contest 192:07,002[A ]| For the supreme dominion of my breast; 192:07,003[A ]| But whilst in mutual broils the tyrants raged, 192:07,004[A ]| Whosoever by the battle gained, 192:07,005[A ]| I still the certain loss sustained; 192:07,006[A ]| For they ne'er failed whenever they engaged 192:07,007[A ]| To waste the province where the war was waged. 192:07,008[A ]| Whilst such wild havoc in my breast was made, 192:07,009[A ]| Reason first came to tender me his aid; 192:07,010[A ]| And sure with that puissant prince allied, 192:07,011[A ]| Had I but played the man in the fight, 192:07,012[A ]| My passions had been put to flight. 192:07,013[A ]| But I not only to assist denied 192:07,014[A ]| But treacherously fell off to the enemy's side. 192:07,015[A ]| Then from the powers of love redress I craved 192:07,016[A ]| But was by that alliance worse enslaved; 192:07,017[A ]| For though Love's forces quickly did degrade 192:07,018[A ]| These proud usurpers of my breast, 192:07,019[A ]| Yet was I not hereby redressed, 192:07,020[A ]| For Love himself proved false when victor made 192:07,021[A ]| And seized the province which he came to aid. 192:07,022[A ]| But heavier now the bondage I sustain 192:07,023[A ]| Than during my tumultuous passions' reign. 192:07,024[A ]| 'Twere now no small presumption t' implore 192:07,025[A ]| The indulgent fates to set me free 192:07,026[A ]| As in my native liberty. 192:07,027[A ]| No! so it please their kind powers to restore 192:07,028[A ]| My former tyrants I demand no more. 192:08,000[' ]| 192:08,001[A ]| In the narrowest walk of a close grove 192:08,002[A ]| Whom should I chance to meet but Love? 192:08,003[A ]| I seized the elf and said ~~ 192:08,003@a | At last 192:08,004@a | I've caught thee, and I'll hold thee fast. 192:08,005@a | Now by thy mother's doves and sparrows, 192:08,006@a | I'll rob thee of the bow and arrows; 192:08,007@a | I'll chain thee up and clip thy wings, 192:08,008@a | Or strangle thee in thy own strings, 192:08,009@a | If thou refuse me to relate 192:08,010@a | The grounds of my Olinda's hate. 192:08,011[A ]| Then thus the boy replied: 192:08,011@b | Fond swain, 192:08,012@b | Vex not yourself and me in vain: 192:08,013@b | Your love as noble is and brave 192:08,014@b | As e'er this bow and quiver gave; 192:08,015@b | But that Olinda slights your flame 192:08,016@b | Nor thou, nor I, nor she's too blame. 192:08,017@b | Weigh circumstances, and you'll find 192:08,018@b | She's of necessity unkind: 192:08,019@b | She's mortal, therefore never can 192:08,020@b | Commiserate a suffering swain; 192:08,021@b | For such refined perfections shine 192:08,022@b | In her, that could she but incline 192:08,023@b | To pity men, she were divine. 192:09,000[' ]| 192:09,001[A ]| Her keen disdain pierced deep my breast: 192:09,002[A ]| The gaping orifice dismissed 192:09,003[A ]| The dearest drops my heart contained. 192:09,004[A ]| I ventured to her and complained 192:09,005[A ]| To ease my smart and still my fears; 192:09,006[A ]| She wept and bathed my wound with tears. 192:09,007[A ]| Blood will have blood, they say, and be 192:09,008[A ]| Repaid in kind. 'Tis false in me. 192:09,009[A ]| For, Sylvia, wound me yet more deep, 192:09,010[A ]| If after you vouchsafe to weep. 192:09,011[A ]| So much I prize your tears, I'll own 192:09,012[A ]| You have not satisfied alone 192:09,013[A ]| But so o'errecompensed my wrongs, that I, 192:09,014[A ]| Bleeding to death, shall Sylvia's debtor die. 192:10,000[' ]| 192:10,001[A ]| On a stream's bank I saw her stand, 192:10,002[A ]| A pliant angle in her hand. 192:10,003[A ]| I marked how she disguised the hook 192:10,004[A ]| And cast her bait into the brook. 192:10,005[A ]| The sport succeeded to her wish, 192:10,006[A ]| For straight she hung a ponderous fish; 192:10,007[A ]| But too too eager on her prey, 192:10,008[A ]| Refused to give the captive play 192:10,009[A ]| Till, tired, himself he would resign; 192:10,010[A ]| But trusting to her slender line, 192:10,011[A ]| The struggling animal, enraged 192:10,012[A ]| With the rude check, soon disengaged 192:10,013[A ]| His wounded jaws, but whilst he thus regains 192:10,014[A ]| His liberty, the bearded wire remains 192:10,015[A ]| And galls his tender gills with restless pains. 192:10,016[A ]| Is it not enough inhumane maid 192:10,017[A ]| That we are by thy wiles betrayed, 192:10,018[A ]| But you your treachery must employ 192:10,019[A ]| The flood's inhabitants to destroy? 192:10,020[A ]| This fish has my hard fortune shared, 192:10,021[A ]| When first by thy false charms ensnared; 192:10,022[A ]| For so I gorged the bait you threw; 192:10,023[A ]| Whilst (on your game too eager) you 192:10,024[A ]| Came violently to seize your prey, 192:10,025[A ]| Which with hard struggling broke away. 192:10,026[A ]| But to what purpose am I free, 192:10,027[A ]| Living in painful liberty? 192:10,028[A ]| In vain I boast that I survive the dart 192:10,029[A ]| Whose venomed pile lies festering in my heart, 192:10,030[A ]| And (though it kill not) galls with restless smart. 192:11,000[' ]| 192:11,001[A ]| How grossly do the learned and wise 192:11,002[A ]| Mistake in Love's state policies! 192:11,003[A ]| If I and Celia chance to jar, 192:11,004[A ]| They take our feuds for open war; 192:11,005[A ]| So little they perceive the power 192:11,006[A ]| Of quarrels to improve amour. 192:11,007[A ]| Do we not see how perfect are 192:11,008[A ]| The loves of every turtle pair, 192:11,009[A ]| Yet they like us disguise their bliss 192:11,010[A ]| Cooing and murmuring while they kiss! 192:11,011[A ]| Love's fire like lightning shines as fair 192:11,012[A ]| In storms as in serener air. 192:11,013[A ]| Let none, my Celia, judge the mode 192:11,014[A ]| Of our amour, and call it odd 192:11,015[A ]| But such as love to our degree 192:11,016[A ]| (If any more such lovers be!), 192:11,017[A ]| Whose wedded love persists the same, 192:11,018[A ]| As when we burned in virgin flame. 192:11,019[A ]| Sometimes like parting streams we stray 192:11,020[A ]| And seem to rove a sundry way, 192:11,021[A ]| But meet ere long and so united move 192:11,022[A ]| Till we are lost in a full sea of love. 192:12,000[' ]| 192:12,001[A ]| Stay, Julia, let me watch that tear, 192:12,002[A ]| Lest the rich drop glide from thine eye; 192:12,003[A ]| The meteor sparkles in its sphere 192:12,004[A ]| But fallen to impure earth, 'twill die; 192:12,005[A ]| Yet where it is it cannot stay, 192:12,006[A ]| For see the sunbeams come in swarms to prey 192:12,007[A ]| And sip the rich delicious juice away. 192:12,008[A ]| Into this vial let it fall ~~ 192:12,009[A ]| See, Julia, how it sparkles through: 192:12,010[A ]| Well may those eyes prevail on all, 192:12,011[A ]| Whose tears have killing glances too. 192:12,012[A ]| If solid as a gem it were, 192:12,013[A ]| No gem could vie with this transparent tear; 192:12,014[A ]| The eye that wept it only could compare. 192:12,015[A ]| It shall be so, I will convert 192:12,016[A ]| This tear to a gem, 'tis feasible: 192:12,017[A ]| For laid near Julia's frozen heart, 192:12,018[A ]| 'Twill to a diamond congeal. 192:12,019[A ]| And yet if I consider well, 192:12,020[A ]| These tears of Julia's can forebode no ill: 192:12,021[A ]| The frost is breaking when such drops distill. 192:13,000[' ]| 192:13,001[A ]| Dissolved in sleep, near a complaining stream, 192:13,002[A ]| My fancy strove with an important dream. 192:13,003[A ]| Methought I was with violence borne away 192:13,004[A ]| Through a dark vault whose cavern did convey 192:13,005[A ]| To death's sad courts; the brazen gates I passed, 192:13,006[A ]| Which on my entrance were again made fast. 192:13,007[A ]| The dismal cell with horror I surveyed, 192:13,008[A ]| For dead men's bones in piles were round me laid, 192:13,009[A ]| And skulls of largest size the pavement made. 192:13,010[A ]| The sun to this dark mansion darts no ray, 192:13,011[A ]| But glimmering lamps make an imperfect day. 192:13,012[A ]| By their faint light I searched the cave around, 192:13,013[A ]| And in each nook amazing objects found. 192:13,014[A ]| In a long row stood glasses stored with sand, 192:13,015[A ]| Which of some mortals years the tale contained: 192:13,016[A ]| His or her name the bloody letters spelled 192:13,017[A ]| The number of whose years the hour-glass held. 192:13,018[A ]| Grim fate stood by to watch the hindmost grain 192:13,019[A ]| And cut the slender thread of life in twain; 192:13,020[A ]| Then down the tablet dropped to a stream below, 192:13,021[A ]| Supposed from the Lethean lake to flow. 192:13,022[A ]| A while it floated 'till, borne underground, 192:13,023[A ]| 'Twas in the abyss of deep oblivion drowned. 192:13,024[A ]| Whilst into fate's arcanas thus I pried, 192:13,025[A ]| My own name on a tablet I descried. 192:13,026[A ]| But oh the pants and agonies that rent 192:13,027[A ]| My panting breast to find my glass near spent! 192:13,028[A ]| The tragic scene begins. (Forgive me fate 192:13,029[A ]| That thy occult proceedings I relate.) 192:13,030[A ]| Straight was I summoned to receive my doom, 192:13,031[A ]| For death with horrid grace approached the room, 192:13,032[A ]| Arrayed majestic in a mourning robe, 192:13,033[A ]| A dart his sceptre and a skull his globe. 192:13,034[A ]| He sat, the attendants on his person stood, 192:13,035[A ]| All armed for slaughter and distained with blood. 192:13,036[A ]| Diseases next were placed, a numerous train, 192:13,037[A ]| Producing each a bed-roll of his slain. 192:13,038[A ]| No sooner were my scattered thoughts restored, 192:13,039[A ]| But I with mental prayers heaven's aid implored; 192:13,040[A ]| Then thus with hollow voice the tyrant spoke: 192:13,041@b | In vain, fond youth, heaven's succour you invoke. 192:13,042@b | Stand to the bar and hear the inditement read; 192:13,043@b | For, ere thou diest, thou art allowed to plead. 192:13,044@b | Thy charge is deep, but for thy self reply. 192:13,045@a | Oh I am guilty and deserve to die! 192:13,046@a | My years in vanity's pursuit I spent, 192:13,047@a | Too oft transgressed, too rarely did repent; 192:13,048@a | Some vices (heaven assisting) I suppressed, 192:13,049@a | And lasting war proclaimed with all the rest; 192:13,050@a | But oft in the combat I shrunk back and fled, 192:13,051@a | By passions oft surprised and captive led. 192:13,052@a | But are this court's proceedings so severe 192:13,053@a | That youth can challenge no indulgence here? 192:13,054@a | Had fate my life to manlier years promoved, 192:13,055@a | Perhaps my skill and courage had improved. 192:13,056@b | Mortal, thy doom already is decreed 192:13,057[A ]| (The judge replied) 192:13,057@b | and sentence must proceed! 192:13,058@b | This court's records with instances abound 192:13,059@b | Of younger brows that thine with laurel crowned. 192:13,060@b | Approach, ye ministers of fate, and bear 192:13,061@b | The offender hence to the region of despair; 192:13,062@b | In liquid flames of sulphur let him roll, 192:13,063@b | In sharpest agonies of a hell-wrecked soul: 192:13,064@b | Thus let him howl eternity away, 192:13,065@b | Refreshed with no short glimpse of heavenly day. 192:13,066[A ]| Confusion now my tortured bosom filled, 192:13,067[A ]| Cold sweat adown my lifeless joints distilled. 192:13,068[A ]| A guard of demons at the tyrant's call 192:13,069[A ]| With hideous yellings rushed into the hall, 192:13,070[A ]| Monstrous of shape, of size, prodigious tall. 192:13,071[A ]| In this distress behold a heavenly ray 192:13,072[A ]| Around me did his cheerful light display. 192:13,073[A ]| The lamps grew pale and shrunk into their case, 192:13,074[A ]| The frighted demons vanished from the place; 192:13,075[A ]| The haughty tyrant's self confused appeared. 192:13,076[A ]| 'Mongst the dead bones a rattling noise was heard, 192:13,077[A ]| As summoned to the universal doom 192:13,078[A ]| They justled with each other in their tomb. 192:13,079[A ]| Not daring yet to hope relief, I spied 192:13,080[A ]| My guardian angel smiling by my side; 192:13,081[A ]| A silent joy through all my vitals ran, 192:13,082[A ]| Whilst thus in charming language he began. 192:13,083@c | Rejoice my charge, for from heaven's court I come 192:13,084@c | With gracious orders to revoke thy doom. 192:13,085@c | Thy sun is set, the life-glass almost run, 192:13,086@c | Thy virtue's race imperfectly begun. 192:13,087@c | But heaven in pity to thy sickly pace 192:13,088@c | Has licensed me or to contract the space, 192:13,089@c | Or on my wing thy lingering spirit convey 192:13,090@c | To blissful mansions of eternal day. 192:13,091[A ]| To heaven and Him my humblest thanks I paid, 192:13,092[A ]| And begged to be to those glad seats conveyed; 192:13,093@c | But first admit the lot of all mankind 192:13,094@c | And leave, 192:13,094[A ]| said he, 192:13,094@c | that load of earth behind. 192:13,095[A ]| Prisoners absolved less gladly quit their chain 192:13,096[A ]| Than I this flesh that did my spirit detain. 192:13,097[A ]| But when my soul her naked self surveyed, 192:13,098[A ]| Leprous and foul by sin's contagion made, 192:13,099[A ]| She blushed and sought to cover her disgrace, 192:13,100[A ]| Retreating back into her fleshly case. 192:13,101[A ]| The guardian-spirit her fond attempt withstood, 192:13,102[A ]| And straight with hyssop dipped in sacred blood, 192:13,103[A ]| Baptised her; and behold, whilst I enquired 192:13,104[A ]| The intent of the ceremony, I grew inspired 192:13,105[A ]| With mental joys, and now descried no more 192:13,106[A ]| Those blemishes that stained my soul before: 192:13,107[A ]| Thought of new worlds my mind had so ingrossed 192:13,108[A ]| That all remembrance of the old it lost. 192:13,109[A ]| That body, too, which once I fondly thought 192:13,110[A ]| Could never be from my remembrance wrought, 192:13,111[A ]| Had now quite scaped my memory, till I spied 192:13,112[A ]| The pale and lifeless engine by my side. 192:13,113@a | Bless me, 192:13,113[A ]| said I, 192:13,113@a | what ghastly thing lies there: 192:13,114@a | Was this the mansion where so many a year 192:13,115@a | I lingered 'twixt successive hope and fear? 192:13,116@a | Was this the thing I took such care to improve, 192:13,117@a | Taught it to cringe and in just measures move? 192:13,118@a | The thing that lately did in business sweat, 192:13,119@a | That talked so much of being rich and great? 192:13,120@a | That sought with verse to make its love renowned, 192:13,121@a | And hoped ere long to see its passion crowned? 192:13,122@a | Behold where the designing machine lies, 192:13,123@a | Prey to those insects it did once despise. 192:13,124@a | Suppose that body now lay covered o'er 192:13,125@a | In perfumes brought from Ormus' spicy shore, 192:13,126@a | What courteous female would vouchsafe the grace 192:13,127@a | To curl those locks or kiss that ghastly face? 192:13,128@a | Why is the corpse so long detained from ground, 192:13,129@a | Tis more than time those hands and feet were bound. 192:13,130@a | Close the dull eyes, support the falling chin, 192:13,131@a | With grassy turfs suppress the swelling skin. 192:13,132@a | Go, let the funeral peal be rung aloud, 192:13,133@a | In winding sheets the offensive carcase shroud 192:13,134@a | And in some nook the useless lumber crowd. 192:13,135[A ]| Insulting thus I spake, and more had said 192:13,136[A ]| But was by my assistant angel stayed. 192:13,137@c | My charge, 192:13,137[A ]| said he, 192:13,137@c | these gloomy shades withdrawn, 192:13,138@c | Behold of everlasting say the dawn. 192:13,139@c | At the entrance to the Elysian land (a grace 192:13,140@c | Conferred on souls when first they arrive the place) 192:13,141@c | The blissful throng are met to welcome thee 192:13,142@c | To their fair world of immortality. 192:13,143[A ]| He said, and straight his threatening wand upheaved: 192:13,144[A ]| The neighbouring walls obeyed the stroke and cleaved. 192:13,145[A ]| Such was the blow given by the Hebrew guide, 192:13,146[A ]| When forcing his foot-passage through the tide. 192:13,147[A ]| The waters there congealed and stood in walls, 192:13,148[A ]| The building here like breaking water falls. 192:13,149[A ]| But now the parting stones brought heaven in view, 192:13,150[A ]| When (fatal chance!) my rapturous dream withdrew, 192:13,151[A ]| The grateful slumber from my temples fell, 192:13,152[A ]| Round me I viewed the grove, and thought it hell! 192:13,153[A ]| Aloud I called my guide: obligingly, 192:13,154[A ]| The echoing rocks kept up the expiring cry, 192:13,155[A ]| But the false vision fled without reply 192:00,000@@@@@| 192:00,000[' ]| 192:01,000[' ]| 192:01,001[A ]| As when the famed artificer of Greece 192:01,002[A ]| With wondrous art but ill success 192:01,003[A ]| Contrived his own and captive son's escape 192:01,004[A ]| By wings which he with inspired craft did shape, 192:01,005[A ]| He taught the youth how safely he might glide 192:01,006[A ]| And keep a mean betwixt the sun and tide, 192:01,007[A ]| So you, learned friend, with equal art 192:01,008[A ]| To me the wings of poesy impart: 192:01,009[A ]| Before me through the spacious sphere 192:01,010[A ]| A steady course you steer; 192:01,011[A ]| There you securely wonders act 192:01,012[A ]| And the eyes of all attract, 192:01,013[A ]| Whilst I unfortunate 192:01,014[A ]| Like Icarus die but with less glorious fate! 192:01,015[A ]| He soaring fell, I flag below, 192:01,016[A ]| Where with damp wings, disabled to pursue, 192:01,017[A ]| I yield me lost, and plunging down 192:01,018[A ]| In deep oblivion drown. 192:02,000@@@@@| 192:02,000[' ]| 192:02,001[A ]| Dispatch and to the myrtle grove convey 192:02,002[A ]| Whatever with the natural palate suits: 192:02,003[A ]| The dairy's store with salads, roots and fruits. 192:02,004[A ]| I mean to play the epicure today! 192:02,005[A ]| Let nought be wanting to complete 192:02,006[A ]| Our bloodless treat; 192:02,007[A ]| But bloodless let it be, for I've decreed 192:02,008[A ]| The grape alone for this repast shall bleed. 192:02,009[A ]| Sit worthy friends ~~ but ere we feed 192:02,010[A ]| Let Love be expelled the company. 192:02,011[A ]| Let no man's mirth here interrupted be 192:02,012[A ]| With thought of any scornful little she! 192:02,013[A ]| Fall to my friends. Trust me the cheer is good! 192:02,014[A ]| Ah! if our bliss we understood, 192:02,015[A ]| How should we bless the indulgent fates! 192:02,016[A ]| Indulgent fates, that with content have stored 192:02,017[A ]| Our rural board; 192:02,018[A ]| A rarity ne'er found amongst the cates 192:02,019[A ]| Of most voluptuous potentates. 192:03,000@@@@@| 192:03,000[' ]| 192:03,001[A ]| By what wild frenzy was I led 192:03,002[A ]| That with a muse I needs must wed? 192:03,003[A ]| Whose dower consists of popular fame, 192:03,004[A ]| The short possession of a name! 192:03,005[A ]| Yet with what trouble and debate 192:03,006[A ]| The owner holds this poor estate, 192:03,007[A ]| Where after long expense and toil 192:03,008[A ]| He starves on the ungrateful soil. 192:03,009[A ]| The fields and groves which poets feign 192:03,010[A ]| The curious fancy entertain, 192:03,011[A ]| But yields no nourishing grain or fruit 192:03,012[A ]| The craving stomach to recruit. 192:03,013[A ]| With thirsty tongue the rhymer sings 192:03,014[A ]| Of nectar and Olympian springs. 192:03,015[A ]| And such I fear the fairy ground 192:03,016[A ]| Of their Elysium will be found; 192:03,017[A ]| A mere fools' paradise and fit 192:03,018[A ]| For such as will be men of wit. 192:03,019[A ]| Yet fain would I that rhymer know 192:03,020[A ]| That raves not of the shades below, 192:03,021[A ]| Whose verse describes not there each hill, 192:03,022[A ]| Each flowery vale and wandering rill, 192:03,023[A ]| With such precise particular care, 192:03,024[A ]| As he had been a native there; 192:03,025[A ]| When, maugre all his art and pains, 192:03,026[A ]| What are his gay Elysian plains 192:03,027[A ]| But an imaginary cheat, 192:03,028[A ]| Utopias formed in the wild conceit, 192:03,029[A ]| When with poetic calenture 192:03,030[A ]| 'Tis seized, and death alone can cure. 192:04,000@@@@@| 192:04,000[' ]| 192:04,001[A ]| How well these frozen floods now represent 192:04,002[A ]| Those crystal waters of the firmament. 192:04,003[A ]| Though hurricanes should rage, they could not now 192:04,004[A ]| So much as curl the solid water's brow; 192:04,005[A ]| Proud fleets, whose stubborn cables scarce withstood 192:04,006[A ]| The impetuous shock of the unstable flood, 192:04,007[A ]| In watery ligaments are restrained 192:04,008[A ]| More strict than when in binding ooze detained. 192:04,009[A ]| But though their services at present fail, 192:04,010[A ]| Our selves without the aid of tide or gale 192:04,011[A ]| On keels of polished steel securely sail. 192:04,012[A ]| From every creek to every point we rove 192:04,013[A ]| And in our lawless passage swifter move 192:04,014[A ]| Than fish beneath us or than fowl above. 192:05,000@@@@@| 192:05,000[' ]| 192:05,001[A ]| Dull mortals, with the same preposterous breath 192:05,002[A ]| We bless Love's darts and curse the shafts of death. 192:05,003[A ]| The author of our ills a god we style 192:05,004[A ]| But the redresser of those wrongs revile. 192:05,005[A ]| Yet, gentle death, though rudely treated, still 192:05,006[A ]| Persists in generous charity to kill 192:05,007[A ]| And cure the ingrateful even against their will! 192:05,008[A ]| Ah, should he once in just resentment give 192:05,009[A ]| Our wishes and permit us ever live, 192:05,010[A ]| What should age do when soul and body jar 192:05,011[A ]| And loath each other like an ill-wed pair? 192:05,012[A ]| Can envious fiends a penalty invent 192:05,013[A ]| That shall than loathed embraces more torment? 192:05,014[A ]| But friendly death absolves us from this curse 192:05,015[A ]| And, when the parties clash, makes a divorce. 192:06,000@@@@@| 192:06,000[' ]| 192:06,001[A ]| From Aurora's spicy bed 192:06,002[A ]| Phoebus rears his sacred head, 192:06,003[A ]| His coursers advancing, 192:06,004[A ]| Curvetting and prancing. 192:06,005[A ]| Phoebus strives in vain to tame 'em 192:06,006[A ]| With ambrosia fed too high. 192:06,007[A ]| Phoebus ought not now to blame 'em, 192:06,008[A ]| Wild and eager to survey 192:06,009[A ]| The fairest pageant of the sea. 192:06,010[A ]| Tritons and Nereids come pay your devotion 192:06,011[A ]| To the new rising star of the ocean. 192:06,012[A ]| Look down ye orbs and see 192:06,013[A ]| A new divinity 192:06,014[A ]| Whose lustre does outshine 192:06,015[A ]| Your fainter beams and half eclipses mine. 192:06,016[A ]| Give Phoebus leave to prophesy, 192:06,017[A ]| Phoebus that all events can see. 192:06,018[A ]| Ten thousand, thousand harms 192:06,019[A ]| From such prevailing charms 192:06,020[A ]| To gods and men must instantly ensue. 192:06,021[A ]| And if the deities above 192:06,022[A ]| Are victims of the powers of love, 192:06,023[A ]| What must wretched mortals do? 192:06,024[A ]| Fear not Phoebus, fear not me, 192:06,025[A ]| A harmless deity. 192:06,026[A ]| These are my guards ye view. 192:06,027[A ]| What can these blind archers do? 192:06,028[A ]| Blind they are, but strike the heart. 192:06,029[A ]| What Phoebus says is always true: 192:06,030[A ]| They wound indeed but 'tis a pleasing smart. 192:06,031[A ]| Earth and skies address their duty 192:06,032[A ]| To the sovereign queen of beauty, 192:06,033[A ]| All resigning 192:06,034[A ]| None repining 192:06,035[A ]| At her undisputed sway. 192:06,036[A ]| To Phoebus and Venus our homage we'll pay: 192:06,037[A ]| Her charms bless the night as his beams blest the day. 192:06,038[A ]| See the spring in all her glory 192:06,039[A ]| Welcomes Venus to the shore. 192:06,040[A ]| Smiling hours are now before you, 192:06,041[A ]| Hours that may return no more. 192:06,042[A ]| Our youth and form declare 192:06,043[A ]| For what we were designed. 192:06,044[A ]| 'Twas nature made us fair 192:06,045[A ]| And you must make us kind. 192:06,046[A ]| He that fails of addressing, 192:06,047[A ]| 'Tis but just he should fail of possessing. 192:06,048[A ]| Jolly shepherds come away 192:06,049[A ]| To celebrate this genial day, 192:06,050[A ]| And take the friendly hours you vow to pay. 192:06,051[A ]| Now make trial 192:06,052[A ]| And take no denial, 192:06,053[A ]| Now carry your game ~~ or forever give o'er. 192:06,054[A ]| Let us love and happy live, 192:06,055[A ]| Possess those smiling hours, 192:06,056[A ]| The more auspicious powers 192:06,057[A ]| And gentle planets give. 192:06,058[A ]| Prepare those soft returns to meet 192:06,059[A ]| That makes love's torments sweet. 192:06,060[A ]| Tell, tell me, prithee Dolly, 192:06,061[A ]| And leave thy melancholy, 192:06,062[A ]| Why on the plains the nymphs and swains 192:06,063[A ]| This morning are so jolly? 192:06,064[A ]| By zephyr's gentle blowing 192:06,065[A ]| And Venus graces flowing. 192:06,066[A ]| The sun has been to court our queen 192:06,067[A ]| And tired the spring with wooing. 192:06,068[A ]| The sun does gild our bowers, 192:06,069[A ]| The spring does yield us flowers: 192:06,070[A ]| She send the vine, 192:06,071[A ]| He makes the wine, 192:06,072[A ]| To charm our happy hours. 192:06,073[A ]| She gives our flocks their feeding, 192:06,074[A ]| He makes them fit for breeding. 192:06,075[A ]| She decks the plain 192:06,076[A ]| He fills the grain, 192:06,077[A ]| And makes it worth the weeding. 192:06,078[A ]| But the jolly nymph Thetis that long his love sought 192:06,079[A ]| Has flustered him now with a large morning's draught. 192:06,080[A ]| Let's go and divert him whilst he is mellow: 192:06,081[A ]| You know in his cups he's a hot-headed fellow. 192:07,000@@@@@| 192:07,000[' ]| 192:07,001[A ]| All that we know the angels do above, 192:07,002[A ]| I've read, is that they sing and that they love. 192:07,003[A ]| The vocal part we have tonight performed, 192:07,004[A ]| And if by love our hearts not yet are warmed, 192:07,005[A ]| Great providence has still more bounteous been 192:07,006[A ]| To save us from those grand deceivers, men. 192:07,007[A ]| Here blessed with innocence and peace of mind, 192:07,008[A ]| Not only bred to virtue but inclined, 192:07,009[A ]| We flourish and defy all human kind. 192:07,010[A ]| Art's curious garden thus we learn to know, 192:07,011[A ]| And here secure from nipping blasts we grow. 192:07,012[A ]| Let the vain fop range o'er yon vile, lewd town, 192:07,013[A ]| Learn play-house wit and vow 'tis all his own; 192:07,014[A ]| Let him cock, huff, strut, ogle, lie and swear, 192:07,015[A ]| How he's admired by such and such a player: 192:07,016[A ]| All's one to us, his charms have here no power; 192:07,017[A ]| Our hearts have just the temper as before. 192:07,018[A ]| Besides, to show we live with strictest rules, 192:07,019[A ]| Our nunnery door is charmed to shut out fools. 192:07,020[A ]| No love toy here can pass to private view, 192:07,021[A ]| Nor china orange crammed with billet-doux. 192:07,022[A ]| Rome may allow strange tricks to please her sons, 192:07,023[A ]| But we are protestants and English nuns. 192:07,024[A ]| Like nimble fawns and birds that bless the spring, 192:07,025[A ]| Unscared by turning times we dance and sing. 192:07,026[A ]| We hope to please, but if some critic here 192:07,027[A ]| Fond of his wit designs to be severe, 192:07,028[A ]| Let not his patience be worn out too soon 192:07,029[A ]| And in few years we shall be all in tune. 192:08,000@@@@@| 192:08,000[' ]| 192:08,000[A ]| 192:08,000[A ]| 192:08,001[A ]| Malignant humour, poison to my blood! 192:08,002[A ]| Bane of those active spirits that glide 192:08,003[A ]| And sport within the circling tide, 192:08,004[A ]| As fish expire in an infected flood. 192:08,005[A ]| When all the horizon of my soul is clear, 192:08,006[A ]| And I suspect no change of weather near, 192:08,007[A ]| Straight like a sudden storm I find 192:08,008[A ]| Thy black fumes gathering in my mind, 192:08,009[A ]| Transforming all Egyptian darkness there, 192:08,010[A ]| Darkness where nought occurs to sight 192:08,011[A ]| But flashes more amazing than the night 192:08,012[A ]| And fiery spectres gliding through the troubled air. 192:08,013[A ]| Sleep that in other maladies brings ease, 192:08,014[A ]| Feeds and enrages this disease; 192:08,015[A ]| For when my weary lids I close 192:08,016[A ]| And slumber, 'tis without repose. 192:08,017[A ]| This fury still into my dreams will creep 192:08,018[A ]| To hag my timorous fancy while I sleep. 192:08,019[A ]| Through charnel houses then I'm led, 192:08,020[A ]| Those gloomy mansions of the dead, 192:08,021[A ]| Where pensive ghosts by their loved relics stay 192:08,022[A ]| And curse the approaching day. 192:08,023[A ]| By merciless foes pursued and tane, 192:08,024[A ]| Oft ship-wrecked on the main, 192:08,025[A ]| Beneath the floods I seem to dive; 192:08,026[A ]| Oft in wild Sarra's desert forced to engage 192:08,027[A ]| Some savage monster's rage; 192:08,028[A ]| Oft, Typhon-like, beneath a mountain's weight I strive. 192:08,029[A ]| Might I the book of fate peruse 192:08,030[A ]| To read the lot for me designed 192:08,031[A ]| I should, perhaps, auspicious find 192:08,032[A ]| Those planets I accuse. 192:08,033[A ]| But whilst for information I 192:08,034[A ]| Consul the false astrology 192:08,035[A ]| Of melancholy fear, 192:08,036[A ]| Dark and o'ercast my future days appear. 192:08,037[A ]| All possible misfortunes while I dread, 192:08,038[A ]| I draw all possible misfortunes on my head. 192:08,039[A ]| Whilst this solicitous fear of future ill 192:08,040[A ]| My credulous thought employs, 192:08,041[A ]| Though false its augury yet it destroys 192:08,042[A ]| My present rest, and still 192:08,043[A ]| Diverts me from pursuit of certain joys 192:08,044[A ]| Who seeks for happiness with nicest care 192:08,045[A ]| Must watch its seasons and frequent its haunt. 192:08,046[A ]| Delight is a rich tender plant 192:08,047[A ]| That springs not in all soils and all the year. 192:08,048[A ]| 'Tis like the manna which in plenty lay, 192:08,049[A ]| If early sought around 192:08,050[A ]| Each Hebrew's tent but, if till heat of day 192:08,051[A ]| Their search they did delay, 192:08,052[A ]| The ambrosial food was no where to be found. 192:09,000@@@@@| 192:09,000[A ]| 192:09,001[A ]| Certes, of all well-meaning fools, thy fate 192:09,003[A ]| Hadst thou, Domitian-like, in catching flies 192:09,004[A ]| Employed thy privacy, thou'dst passed for wise. 192:09,005[A ]| For what should hinder thee, but thou mayst catch 192:09,006[A ]| As fast as he, and be the emperor's match. 192:09,007[A ]| But whilst thy solitary hours are spent 192:09,008[A ]| In scribbling tedious systems to prevent 192:09,009[A ]| The world's mistakes, its follies to reform, 192:09,010[A ]| Thou mayst as well pretend to lay a storm. 192:09,011[A ]| Go, cut the Caspian lake a road to the ocean, 192:09,012[A ]| Contrive an engine with perpetual motion, 192:09,013[A ]| Make Machiavellians of the Red-Bull rout, 192:09,014[A ]| Jilts constant, brokers honest, bawds devout. 192:09,015[A ]| If these adventures seem unfeasible, 192:09,016[A ]| At least enough to pose Don Sidrophel, 192:09,017[A ]| Then think how franticly thou didst devise 192:09,018[A ]| To make this hair-brained world grow staid and wise. 192:09,019[A ]| In youth and prime when likest to improve 192:09,020[A ]| No precepts this besotted world could move; 192:09,021[A ]| And wilt thou at these years begin to school 192:09,022[A ]| (Dull moralist) the crazy doting fool? 192:09,023[A ]| Go, dreaming stoic, once again retire; 192:09,024[A ]| And, since thou art ambitious to acquire 192:09,025[A ]| Repute for judgement, set thy works on fire. 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| <1677 book. Would you like more of the Frascatorius translation, or > 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:10,000@@@@@| 192:10,000[' ]| 192:10,001[A ]| Thy picture drawn, foul beldame! Thine? 192:10,002[A ]| What frenzy haunts thy mind, 192:10,003[A ]| And drives thee on this vile design 192:10,004[A ]| To affront all womankind? 192:10,005[A ]| For, whilst thy swarthy, cankered face 192:10,006[A ]| Posterity shall view, 192:10,007[A ]| They'll loathe the fairest of the race 192:10,008[A ]| For sharing sex with you. 192:10,009[A ]| To some forlorn church-yard repair 192:10,010[A ]| And haggard thou shalt see 192:10,011[A ]| The sternest goblin will not dare 192:10,012[A ]| To stand the sight of thee. 192:10,013[A ]| Those ghosts that strike with panic-fear 192:10,014[A ]| The breasts of stoutest braves, 192:10,015[A ]| At thy approach will disappear 192:10,016[A ]| And burrow in their graves. 192:10,017[A ]| Fix thy effigies on the shield 192:10,018[A ]| Of some bold knight in arms, 192:10,019[A ]| 'Twill aid him more to win the field 192:10,020[A ]| Than all his lady's charms. 192:10,021[A ]| Don Perseus with his Gorgon's face 192:10,022[A ]| That combatant would flee; 192:10,023[A ]| For hag Medusa (no disgrace) 192:10,024[A ]| A beauty were to thee. 192:11,000@@@@@| 192:11,000[' ]| 192:11,001[A ]| Reclaim, rash friend, your wild resolves to engage 192:11,002[A ]| A captious and ill-natured age. 192:11,003[A ]| 'Tis not enough the verse you write be good, 192:11,004[A ]| To take it must be understood; 192:11,005[A ]| And to instruct the world, where you excell, 192:11,006[A ]| Is harder much than writing well. 192:11,007[A ]| Th'are different tasks, to write well and to please, 192:11,008[A ]| The last ~~ alas ~~ a work of ease. 192:11,009[A ]| Whilst Midas umpire sits, let none admire 192:11,010[A ]| Pan's pipe preferred to Phoebus lyre, 192:11,011[A ]| The gaudiest painting takes the vulgar sight, 192:11,012[A ]| Whilst artful pieces less delight. 192:11,013[A ]| In vain is nature represented well: 192:11,014[A ]| If it be no gay 'twill never sell. 192:11,015[A ]| Hark in your ear ('Tis a strange mystery, 192:11,016[A ]| But a grand truth), if popular you'd be, 192:11,017[A ]| Faith spare your pains and write extempore. 192:12,000@@@@@| 192:12,000[' ]| 192:12,001[A ]| An ignorant am I 192:12,002[A ]| And glory in the name. 192:12,003[A ]| I wot not what of yore 192:12,004[A ]| Rash furiosos did, 192:12,005[A ]| Nor what the dreaming sages said. 192:12,006[A ]| I cannot run a list of old Rome's triumphs o'er. 192:12,007[A ]| 'Twas knowledge first to ruin led us on; 192:12,008[A ]| For with this mortal itch possessed 192:12,009[A ]| The happy pair transgressed: 192:12,010[A ]| Needs must they know, they knew and were undone! 192:12,011[A ]| And to this hour our misery's sole relief 192:12,012[A ]| Consists in ignorance of our grief! 192:12,013[A ]| Then plodding mortal cease 192:12,014[A ]| To boast your dear bought faculties; 192:12,015[A ]| For since with knowledge sorrow must increase, 192:12,016[A ]| Let such as on those terms can science prize 192:12,017[A ]| Improve in science; but for me, 192:12,018[A ]| So I may ignorant and happy be 192:12,019[A ]| I'll ne'er repine or look with envious eyes 192:12,020[A ]| On the unhappy learned and miserable wise. 192:12,000[A ]| 192:13,000@@@@@| 192:13,000[' ]| 192:13,001[A ]| Appear my Kib-welkin, dear spirit appear 192:13,002[A ]| In the shape 192:13,003[A ]| Of an ape, 192:13,004[A ]| A fire-spitting dragon, or clump-footed bear. 192:13,005[A ]| Madge has whooped me twice from her ivy-bound oak, 192:13,006[A ]| And twice have I heard the dull night-raven croak. 192:13,007[A ]| Let me stride thee my welkin and post it away 192:13,008[A ]| Ere the moon 192:13,009[A ]| Reach her noon 192:13,010[A ]| For the night is the wayward sister's day. 192:13,011[A ]| Through the air let us take our fantastical round, 192:13,012[A ]| And sip of the dew 192:13,013[A ]| While 'tis new, 192:13,014[A ]| Ere the honey-drops fall to the ground. 192:13,015[A ]| But, when we are mounted and in our career, 192:13,016[A ]| Make neither halt nor stay, 192:13,017[A ]| And to none give the way, 192:13,018[A ]| Though Hecate her self should be rounding the air. 192:13,019[A ]| For once I'll encounter 192:13,020[A ]| And try to dismount her, 192:13,021[A ]| Pitch her heels over head 192:13,022[A ]| To some quagmire below and reign queen in her stead. 192:13,023[A ]| Bustle, bustle my Kib, and be sure ere we part 192:13,024[A ]| Thou shall suck at the dug that is next to my heart. 192:14,000@@@@@| 192:14,000[' ]| 192:14,001[A ]| Precisely I remember all, 'twas night, 192:14,002[A ]| Calm sky, and the full moon shone bright, 192:14,003[A ]| When first you swore that bleating flocks should feed 192:14,004[A ]| With wolves, nor other keepers need; 192:14,005[A ]| That boisterous winds, hushed in eternal sleep, 192:14,006[A ]| Should cease to revel on the deep; 192:14,007[A ]| You vowed that these, and prodigies more strange 192:14,008[A ]| Should fall ere your fixed heart could change. 192:14,009[A ]| Yet (woman like) to your new favourite now 192:14,010[A ]| Unswear as oft as you did vow! 192:14,011[A ]| Ah, if I could (and sure if half a man, 192:14,012[A ]| Or somewhat less than half, I can) 192:14,013[A ]| Could I in just resentment quit your chain 192:14,014[A ]| And with more caution choose again, 192:14,015[A ]| Nymph, you'd reprent my wrongs, when flying fame 192:14,016[A ]| Should publish to your grief and shame 192:14,017[A ]| How your wronged swain had found a nymph more true, 192:14,018[A ]| And equal in her charms to you. 192:14,019[A ]| But treacherous rival, you that reap my toils 192:14,020[A ]| And pride your self in my stolen spoils, 192:14,021[A ]| Should fates and stars adopt you for their own, 192:14,022[A ]| And shower their richest blessings down, 192:14,023[A ]| Nought should secure you from the sure presage 192:14,024[A ]| Of an offended poet's rage. 192:14,025[A ]| The time shall come (and to enhance your fear, 192:14,026[A ]| Know, wretch, that fatal time is near) 192:14,027[A ]| When you shall perish by the inconstancy 192:14,028[A ]| Of her that firtst learned breach of faith from thee, 192:14,029[A ]| Whilst from the safe shore your sad wreck I see. 192:15,000@@@@@| 192:15,000[' ]| 192:15,001[A ]| To his four-footed subjects through the nation 192:15,002[A ]| The king of brutes thus issues proclamation: 192:15,003[A ]| Being well informed we have incurred disgrace 192:15,004[A ]| By harbouring in our realm a scandalous race, 192:15,005[A ]| A sect that have no tails, these presents are 192:15,006[A ]| To enjoin such miscreants, all and singular, 192:15,007[A ]| Straight to depart our land, or on demur, 192:15,008[A ]| Our law's grand-treason penalties incur. 192:15,009[A ]| Sly Reynard straight sifts out this state design, 192:15,010[A ]| Turns goods and chattels all to ready coin. 192:15,011[A ]| The unprojecting neighbourhood admire, 192:15,012[A ]| And flock the occasion of his march to enquire. 192:15,013[A ]| Where mongst the rest the ceremonious ape 192:15,014[A ]| Accosts him with grimace and formal scrape. 192:15,015[A ]| Bon jour monsieur, you pass for a prime wit 192:15,016[A ]| But in this project give small proof of it. 192:15,017[A ]| We of the cur-tailed tribe by express command 192:15,018[A ]| Of our great cham prepare to quit the land; 192:15,019[A ]| But why sir should you budge, whose posterns bear 192:15,020[A ]| A swashing train well furred to guard your rear? 192:15,021[A ]| Had nature lent me but an inch of dock, 192:15,022[A ]| A tuft to shade or scut to grace my nock, 192:15,023[A ]| I should presume I had no obligation 192:15,024[A ]| From the late act to take this peregrination. 192:15,025[A ]| To this the fox ~~ You've spoke an oracle: 192:15,026[A ]| Doubtless your gravity reads Machiavill. 192:15,027[A ]| I must confess I've no pretence to rail, 192:15,028[A ]| Or curse my stars for stinting me in tail; 192:15,029[A ]| But, grant my train might with a comet's measure, 192:15,030[A ]| Suppose withal that 'twere his highness' pleasure 192:15,031[A ]| To say I've none, which, if he once assert, 192:15,032[A ]| Ne'er doubt but he has sycophants will swear it. 192:15,033[A ]| Thus charged, should I attempt my own defence 192:15,034[A ]| (To give his lawless tyranny pretence), 192:15,035[A ]| 'Tis odds but I am docked upon the spot 192:15,036[A ]| And then for want of tail poor Reynard goes to pot. 192:16,000@@@@@| 192:16,000[' ]| 192:16,001[A ]| Come, Coridon, sit by me gentle swain; 192:16,002[A ]| Thy cheek is pale: Speak shepherd, where's thy pain? 192:16,003[A ]| Say, Claius, priest of our great Pan (for you 192:16,004[A ]| Of human science the utmost limits know), 192:16,005[A ]| Is physic's power to the body's use confined? 192:16,006[A ]| Have you no medicine for a troubled mind? 192:16,007[A ]| Yes, for as balsams raging pains appease, 192:16,008[A ]| Sage counsels to distempered souls give ease, 192:16,009[A ]| Even love is no incurable disease. 192:16,010[A ]| Ha, swain, what means that sudden blush and start? 192:16,011[A ]| Have I guessed right and touched the tender part? 192:16,012[A ]| I would conceal it, but have not learned to feign ~~ 192:16,013[A ]| You've guessed, and while you named it, waked my pain. 192:16,014[A ]| To effect the cure we'll take the safest course, 192:16,015[A ]| And trace the malady to its first source: 192:16,016[A ]| Say then what female gins and baits were laid, 192:16,017[A ]| Or was your fond soul by its self betrayed? 192:16,018[A ]| When from severer business I withdrew, 192:16,019[A ]| 'Twixt love and me a fatal friendship grew: 192:16,020[A ]| Such was my ignorance and his craft, my breast 192:16,021[A ]| Admitted the impostor for its guest; 192:16,022[A ]| With my heart's blood our covenant we sealed, 192:16,023[A ]| A solemn contract ne'er to be repealed. 192:16,024[A ]| Then all delights young sorcerers enjoy 192:16,025[A ]| A while did my deluded soul employ, 192:16,026[A ]| Love fed my waking thoughts with glorious themes, 192:16,027[A ]| And blessed my slumbers with transporting dreams. 192:16,028[A ]| When at an awful distance I surveyed 192:16,029[A ]| My nymph, transported to my self I said: 192:16,030[A ]| Ah, charming fair, oh excellence divine, 192:16,031[A ]| Whilst love would whispering answer ~~ swain, she's thine. 192:16,032[A ]| Thus, whilst from far our high-placed hopes appear, 192:16,033[A ]| The gulfs between concealed, we deem them near. 192:16,034[A ]| Yet boldly through all obstacles I pressed. 192:16,035[A ]| Why therefore shepherd are you not possessed? 192:16,036[A ]| Force not the unwilling secret from my breast; 192:16,037[A ]| There let it lurk in sympathising night, 192:16,038[A ]| And never roam from its dark cell to fright. 192:16,039[A ]| Let it suffice that on a barren soil 192:16,040[A ]| I've lost of many years the expense and toil. 192:16,041[A ]| Does the false nymph ~~ 192:16,042[A ]| The wages you so dearly earned refuse? 192:16,043[A ]| My self I cannot, will not her accuse. 192:16,044[A ]| But my relief must from your counsels rise: 192:16,045[A ]| Examine not, good Claius, but advise. 192:16,046[A ]| Bring your best art (for 'twill your best require) 192:16,047[A ]| To unspell my soul from love's tormenting fire. 192:16,048[A ]| Call reason to your aid, you'll put to flight 192:16,049[A ]| The foe not to be quelled by other might. 192:16,050[A ]| Of happiest love's delights sum up the account, 192:16,051[A ]| And learn to what the total will amount; 192:16,052[A ]| Then in the balance love's vexations weigh, 192:16,053[A ]| How certain these, and how uncertain they. 192:16,054[A ]| Sordid his joys and of delight so nice 192:16,055[A ]| That female coyness only gives them price. 192:16,056[A ]| Short-lived the warmest amorist's desires, 192:16,057[A ]| At kindling Hymen's oft love's torch expires. 192:16,058[A ]| There are that from large dowers derive their flame 192:16,059[A ]| And these in full career pursue their game: 192:16,060[A ]| They wreck their wits the golden prize to gain, 192:16,061[A ]| But dream not how that gold is wrought into a chain. 192:16,062[A ]| When late loves false suggestions I obeyed, 192:16,063[A ]| 'Twas in pursuit of happiness I strayed. 192:16,064[A ]| My credulous youth had seen no brighter flame 192:16,065[A ]| And straight concluded that from heaven it came. 192:16,066[A ]| In error's night, love's fire shone bright and gay, 192:16,067[A ]| But at the approach of reason's conquering ray 192:16,068[A ]| The meteor's lost in the full blaze of day. 192:16,069[A ]| Mistake not swain, I would not quench your flame. 192:16,070[A ]| But slip your passion at a nobler game. 192:16,071[A ]| Waive sensual joys, and with a flame refined 192:16,072[A ]| Court those diviner pleasures of the mind. 192:16,073[A ]| To sacred virtue next make your address, 192:16,074[A ]| Confess you've no regard of happiness, 192:16,075[A ]| Or live henceforth of virtue's service proud, 192:16,076[A ]| The brightest beauty and the best endowed. 192:16,077[A ]| She'll guard your youth from passion's baneful rage, 192:16,078[A ]| With peaceful thoughts divert the pains of age. 192:16,079[A ]| But then in largest streams her blessings flow, 192:16,080[A ]| When love grown bankrupt can no more bestow. 192:16,081[A ]| When rigorous death shall check your circling blood 192:16,082[A ]| And life die stifled in the frozen flood, 192:16,083[A ]| Your pensive nymph at large may tell her grief, 192:16,084[A ]| But to your ravished soul give no relief. 192:16,085[A ]| 'Twill lurk a pensive ghost in caves all day, 192:16,086[A ]| And to its relics mid-night visits pay. 192:16,087[A ]| But pious souls, by death are gainers made, 192:16,088[A ]| By virtue to the Elysian fields conveyed. 192:16,089[A ]| There mirth and peace and softest transports reign: 192:16,090[A ]| Delights refined from all allays of pain; 192:16,091[A ]| The grateful soil untilled her harvest yields, 192:16,092[A ]| Unclouded skies and ever-verdant fields. 192:16,093[A ]| There emulation no dissension gives, 192:16,094[A ]| For happy each in others blisses lives. 192:16,095[A ]| No cares of the future their free thoughts employ, 192:16,096[A ]| The business of the place is to enjoy, 192:16,097[A ]| That swain is most industrious held that best 192:16,098[A ]| Improves his bliss, exceeds in joys the rest. 192:16,099[A ]| If love can bless beyond these heights, return 192:16,100[A ]| To drag his chain and in his fever burn. 192:16,101[A ]| Take leave of blissful immortality, 192:16,102[A ]| Chide my impertinent zeal, to set you free, 192:16,103[A ]| And court the frowns of some imperious she. 192:16,104[A ]| Destroy not thus your generous courtesies 192:16,105[A ]| By an unfriendly and unjust surmise. 192:16,106[A ]| Heaven sends me freedom, and to sell the pledge 192:16,107[A ]| Must brand me with the foulest sacrilege. 192:16,108[A ]| 'Gainst love and beauty I'll maintain the fort 192:16,109[A ]| And fix a guard of virtues in my heart. 192:16,110[A ]| If beauty's force too rashly you despise, 192:16,111[A ]| 'Tis odds but you are ruined by surprise. 192:16,112[A ]| Would you live free from female tyranny? 192:16,113[A ]| Ne'er parley with the tempting sex, but fly. 192:16,114[A ]| Their very tears are fuel to desire, 192:16,115[A ]| And with their sighs they'll fan the expiring fire. 192:16,116[A ]| Their mirth and grief, their kindness and disdain, 192:16,117[A ]| Are fatal all, and work poor shepherds pain! 192:16,118[A ]| Nature and art conspire to arm the fair, 192:16,119[A ]| For in the charming, all things charming are, 192:16,120[A ]| Their glances dart, and every curl a snare. 192:17,000@@@@@| 192:17,000[' ]| 192:17,001[A ]| Whilst by his grazing flock a gentle swain, 192:17,002[A ]| His vacant hours to entertain, 192:17,003[A ]| Perused a volume whose each tragic page 192:17,004[A ]| Discoursed of some intrigue of state, 192:17,005[A ]| Of rebel-insolence and rage, 192:17,006[A ]| And some unhappy monarch's fate: 192:17,007[A ]| The youth into these passionate sounds brake forth: 192:17,008[A ]| What virtue of my ancestors 192:17,009[A ]| So much obliged you ye indulgent powers, 192:17,010[A ]| That in these silent shades you gave me birth? 192:17,011[A ]| You might have made me fortune's sport, 192:17,012[A ]| Doomed me to some corrupted court 192:17,013[A ]| Where I this rural bliss had never known! 192:17,014[A ]| My cottage might have been a throne, 192:17,015[A ]| My crook a sceptre, and my wreath a crown: 192:17,016[A ]| Some tyrant-prince I might have been 192:17,017[A ]| (By your indulgence now a peaceful swain) 192:17,018[A ]| My Chloris some proud, cruel queen, 192:17,019[A ]| The tendrest nymph of the Arcadian plain. 192:17,020[A ]| When for these blessings I forget to invoke 192:17,021[A ]| Your powers, neglect to make your altars smoke, 192:17,022[A ]| Then ravished let me be 192:17,023[A ]| From this secure retreat, 192:17,024[A ]| And placed aloft on grandeur's seat 192:17,025[A ]| An open mark to the sure darts of envious destiny. 192:18,000@@@@@| 192:18,000[' ]| 192:18,001[A ]| What cheer my mates? Luff ho! We toil in vain! 192:18,002[A ]| That northern mist forebodes a hurricane. 192:18,003[A ]| See how the expecting ocean raves, 192:18,004[A ]| The billows roar before the fray, 192:18,005[A ]| Untimely night devours the day; 192:18,006[A ]| In the dead eclipse we nought descry 192:18,007[A ]| But lightning's wild caprices in the sky, 192:18,008[A ]| And scaly monsters sparkling through the waves. 192:18,009[A ]| Ply each a hand and furl your sails. 192:18,010[A ]| Port, hard a port ~~ the tackle fails. 192:18,011[A ]| Sound ho! ~~ Five fathom and the most. 192:18,012[A ]| A dangerous shelf! she has struck, and we are lost. 192:18,013[A ]| Speak in the hold ~~ she leaks amain ~~ give o'er. 192:18,014[A ]| The crazy boat can work no more: 192:18,015[A ]| She draws apace and we approach no shore. 192:18,016[A ]| A ring, my mates: let's join a ring and so 192:18,017[A ]| Beneath the deep embracing go. 192:18,018[A ]| Now to new worlds we steer, and quickly shall arrive: 192:18,019[A ]| Our spirits mount as fast as our dull corpses dive. 192:19,000@@@@@| 192:19,000[' ]| 192:19,001[A ]| Ye sages that pretend 192:19,002[A ]| In science to transcend 192:19,003[A ]| The dull illiterate crowd; 192:19,004[A ]| You that of ignorance impeach 192:19,005[A ]| (Ere your pretences be allowed) 192:19,006[A ]| Define that prudence which you teach: 192:19,007[A ]| I fear 'tis much above your learning's reach. 192:19,008[A ]| Prudence has no fixed being, but depends 192:19,009[A ]| On person, time and chance, 192:19,010[A ]| And every petty circumstance: 192:19,011[A ]| Actions directed to the self-same ends, 192:19,012[A ]| May prudent the one, the other peccant be; 192:19,013[A ]| For what would prove discrete in thee 192:19,014[A ]| Perhaps were wild extravagance in me. 192:19,015[A ]| The ants are wise that from their summer hoard 192:19,016[A ]| Supply their winter board; 192:19,017[A ]| And doubtless full as wise as they 192:19,018[A ]| The grasshoppers that play 192:19,019[A ]| And revel all their harvest days away; 192:19,020[A ]| For 'twere in them a senseless drudgery 192:19,021[A ]| To toil for supply 192:19,022[A ]| In winter's dearth that must ere winter die. 192:20,000@@@@@| 192:20,000[' ]| 192:20,001[A ]| When the late tyrannous malady 192:20,002[A ]| With intermitted rage 192:20,003[A ]| Seemed to presage 192:20,004[A ]| Or sudden health or dissolution nigh, 192:20,005[A ]| False world (said I) that stealst my real joys, 192:20,006[A ]| Shuffling in stead thy changeling toys, 192:20,007[A ]| Begone, I'll not be bribed at any rate 192:20,008[A ]| To sell m'approaching fate 192:20,009[A ]| And reassume that toilsome task to live: 192:20,010[A ]| I prize not grandeur, and I know 192:20,011[A ]| (Were I thy favourite as I'm thy foe) 192:20,012[A ]| What I affect thou never canst bestow: 192:20,013[A ]| I'd have content; but that was never thine to give. 192:20,014[A ]| Remove that taper from my sight: 192:20,015[A ]| The impertinent light 192:20,016[A ]| Presents no grateful object to my view. 192:20,017[A ]| Even those fair eyes that planets once appeared 192:20,018[A ]| (The only planets I revered) 192:20,019[A ]| To my dim sight seem now to have lost their lustre too. 192:20,020[A ]| Thus musing as I lay, to my bed side, 192:20,021[A ]| Attired in all his mourning pride, 192:20,022[A ]| The king of terrors came. 192:20,023[A ]| Awful his looks but not deformed and grim: 192:20,024[A ]| He's no such bug-bear as we feign of him; 192:20,025[A ]| Scarce we our selves so civilized and tame! 192:20,026[A ]| Unknown the doom assigned me in this change 192:20,027[A ]| For full crimes and imperfect penitence 192:20,028[A ]| (Though justly I might dread the strict revenge 192:20,029[A ]| Of an enraged omnipotence), 192:20,030[A ]| Yet with my present griefs distressed, 192:20,031[A ]| With curious thoughts of unknown worlds possessed, 192:20,032[A ]| Inflamed with thirst of liberty, 192:20,033[A ]| Long loved, but ne'er enjoyed by me, 192:20,034[A ]| I sued for leave that fatal gulf to pass: 192:20,035[A ]| My vital sand is almost run, 192:20,036[A ]| And Death (said I) will strike anon, 192:20,037[A ]| Then to dull life I bid a long farewell. 192:20,038[A ]| But as the last grains fell, 192:20,039[A ]| Death failed my credulous hopes and turned the glass. 192:21,000@@@@@| 192:21,000[' ]| 192:21,001[A ]| In life's unactive wane your shades forsake 192:21,002[A ]| And into the world a sally make! 192:21,003[A ]| Deluded friend, what surfeit have you tane 192:21,004[A ]| Of bliss that now you long for pain? 192:21,005[A ]| The favourites of the austere world are few, 192:21,006[A ]| Yet they have their disasters too. 192:21,007[A ]| What therefore must your entertainment be 192:21,008[A ]| That have professed hostility? 192:21,009[A ]| You have not known to flatter and caress 192:21,010[A ]| The great for faithless promises; 192:21,011[A ]| When disappointed, thankful to appear 192:21,012[A ]| And say how much obliged you are! 192:21,013[A ]| For lucre you must practise every wile, 192:21,014[A ]| Defraud, and do it with a smile. 192:21,015[A ]| Worldlings with many vices must be fraught 192:21,016[A ]| Which you, my friend, were never taught. 192:21,017[A ]| Well you may roam but soon return distressed, 192:21,018[A ]| Wounded and maimed to your old nest. 192:22,000@@@@@| 192:22,000[' ]| 192:22,001[A ]| Vile infidel, that darst for vice declaim 192:22,002[A ]| And take vain pride to publish thy own shame! 192:22,003[A ]| What can thy patron vice enough confer 192:22,004[A ]| On his officious zealous orator? 192:22,005[A ]| He'll doubtless give his wonted recompence 192:22,006[A ]| And rot the tongue that pleads in his defence. 192:22,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:23,000@@@@@| 192:23,000[' ]| 192:23,001[A ]| In various ways designing mortals move; 192:23,002[A ]| But still the event is in the hands of Jove. 192:23,003[A ]| Men by the poor retail of minutes live, 192:23,004[A ]| And fate but lends the life it seems to give: 192:23,005[A ]| Tenants at will we are to heavenly powers, 192:23,006[A ]| And debtors for the breath we think is ours. 192:23,007[A ]| On life's wide ocean diversly launched out, 192:23,008[A ]| Our minds alike are tossed on waves of doubt; 192:23,009[A ]| Holding no steady course or constant sail, 192:23,010[A ]| But shift and tack with every veering gale. 192:23,011[A ]| Bewitched by fairy hopes, we tug in vain, 192:23,012[A ]| Some flying and enchanted isle to gain; 192:23,013[A ]| Till pitying chance a kind disaster sends, 192:23,014[A ]| And by a lucky wreck the fruitless labour ends. 192:23,015[A ]| Though night by night we find, to our dear cost, 192:23,016[A ]| Our last-spent day, like all the former, lost; 192:23,017[A ]| On the next day's uncertain stock to borrow, 192:23,018[A ]| Till broke with debts on each insolvent morrow. 192:23,019[A ]| Some run on score for weeks or months, and some 192:23,020[A ]| Anticipate for bliss next year to come; 192:23,021[A ]| When darling-favourites, they at ease shall sit 192:23,022[A ]| In fortune's lap, and see their wishes hit, 192:23,023[A ]| Revel in plenty, pleasure, peace and mirth ~~ 192:23,024[A ]| When lo! before the promised season's birth 192:23,025[A ]| The weening mortal dies ~~ or has his breath 192:23,026[A ]| Prolonged by sickness to a living death, 192:23,027[A ]| Or (forced through camps or distant seas to roam) 192:23,028[A ]| Seeks fate abroad, or found by fate at home. 192:23,029[A ]| For human life by nature's law assigned 192:23,030[A ]| One entrance does a thousand outlets find. 192:23,031[A ]| But still the path to each with care beset, 192:23,032[A ]| Molesting griefs in every passage met, 192:23,033[A ]| Whose straggling troops since none can always shun, 192:23,034[A ]| Not to a alarm or on the foe to run 192:23,035[A ]| Is all that by the wisest can be done; 192:23,036[A ]| And dexterously our skill shall be employed, 192:23,037[A ]| Adding no griefs to those we can't avoid. 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:00,000[A ]| 192:24,000@@@@@| 192:24,000[' ]| 192:24,000[' ]| 192:24,001[A ]| See where the royal shrine erected high, 192:24,002[A ]| Threatening the temple's roof as that the sky; 192:24,003[A ]| With starry lamps and banners blazing round, 192:24,004[A ]| And all the pageantry of death is crowned. 192:24,005[A ]| For ah! with flattering pride and triumph vain 192:24,006[A ]| Those pyramids the dazzling pomp sustain: 192:24,007[A ]| While high in state their glittering trophies rise, 192:24,008[A ]| Low at their basis, Britain's glory lies. 192:24,009[A ]| Nor sleep those blessed remains in dead of night 192:24,010[A ]| Watched only by unactive tapers' light, 192:24,011[A ]| For thronging seraphs, from celestial bowers, 192:24,012[A ]| Descend to strew the royal hearse with flowers; 192:24,013[A ]| What sovereign odour from that mixture springs, 192:24,014[A ]| Fanned and sublimed by hovering angels' wings! 192:24,015[A ]| These rites performed, th' ethereal troops resign 192:24,016[A ]| To forms divine as theirs the royal shrine. 192:24,017[A ]| For, lo! four matrons, deep in sables clad, 192:24,018[A ]| Of solemn mien and aspect charming sad, 192:24,019[A ]| Advance; with each her ensigns waving high, 192:24,020[A ]| The emblems of her power, or piety. 192:24,021[A ]| August Britannia, the procession leads; 192:24,022[A ]| In state the Belgian matron her succeeds. 192:24,023[A ]| Britannia's train in grandeur of a court, 192:24,024[A ]| Her globe, her sceptre, and her crown support; 192:24,025[A ]| Batavia, with her own escutcheon graced, 192:24,026[A ]| Where lions rampant grasp her arrows fast. 192:24,027[A ]| Eusebia next appears in pomp divine, 192:24,028[A ]| See how her mitre, and her crosier, shine! 192:24,029[A ]| Irene brings the rear; but she, forlorn, 192:24,030[A ]| No badge but of distress before her borne; 192:24,031[A ]| A wreath of lilies her sad herald wore, 192:24,032[A ]| But lilies crimsoned in her offspring's gore. 192:24,033[A ]| Now to their sundry stations they disperse, 192:24,034[A ]| The high-arched inlets to the sovereign hearse, 192:24,035[A ]| Where solemnly each matron takes her stand, 192:24,036[A ]| With each a fuming censer in her hand. 192:24,037[A ]| All mute a while, with awful sorrow strook, 192:24,038[A ]| Till Belgia thus in troubled accents spoke. 192:24,039[A ]| Ah, how transformed from what I was of late! 192:24,040[A ]| How blessed, ye powers, how prosperous was my state! 192:24,041[A ]| My flourishing towns with pleasure I surveyed, 192:24,042[A ]| The word's great mart and seat of commerce made; 192:24,043[A ]| Covering with floating colonies the main, 192:24,044[A ]| While Gallic rage at home I could sustain; 192:24,045[A ]| Visit both poles, to spicy climates run, 192:24,046[A ]| And spread my naval wings before the rising sun. 192:24,047[A ]| No more can populous towns, or swelling seas, 192:24,048[A ]| The stronger deluge of my grief appease, 192:24,049[A ]| My spicy Eastern groves no longer please. 192:24,050[A ]| Matrons sad vigils through my cities keep; 192:24,051[A ]| With streaming tears my sailors swell the deep; 192:24,052[A ]| There tritons, started from their coral cells, 192:24,053[A ]| Ranged on the rocks to dirges tune their shells: 192:24,054[A ]| On separate cliffs their pensive nereids sit, 192:24,055[A ]| No cheerful song or amorous glance admit; 192:24,056[A ]| No more with pearl and amber deck their head, 192:24,057[A ]| But mourn, forlorn, their Amphitrite dead, 192:24,058[A ]| From dawn to dusk, and weep the stars to bed. 192:24,059[A ]| Ye winds that waft my freighted fleets away, 192:24,060[A ]| Neglect your charge; let useless traffic stay 192:24,061[A ]| Till you to Java's isle my sighs convey. 192:24,062[A ]| Fate's triumph over nature there proclaim, 192:24,063[A ]| And say Maria's nothing but a name! 192:24,064[A ]| A hearse, an urn, as vulgar mortals are; 192:24,065[A ]| To earth no more ~~ but to the skies a star. 192:24,066[A ]| She said ~~ Irene next her plaints addressed, 192:24,067[A ]| Plaints which her looks too sensibly expressed: 192:24,068[A ]| (An exile from her native shore she fled, 192:24,069[A ]| By innocence and mourning angels led). 192:24,070[A ]| A pearly shower her fairer face bedews, 192:24,071[A ]| While thus what passion dictates, she pursues. 192:24,072[A ]| Instruct me, grief, unable to sustain 192:24,073[A ]| Thy pressing weight; to whom shall I complain? 192:24,074[A ]| To earth or skies? ~~ 'Tis they that have engrossed. 192:24,075[A ]| 'Tis they that share the treasure I have lost. 192:24,076[A ]| To seas? ~~ There Thetis comfortless appears, 192:24,077[A ]| And for her self reserves the ocean's tears. 192:24,078[A ]| To gentle winds and air if I complain, 192:24,079[A ]| They can but sigh, and sigh like me in vain! 192:24,080[A ]| Nature replies, when her relief I try, 192:24,081[A ]| That she has lost, and grieves as much as I. 192:24,082[A ]| Or would I to Maria's self address 192:24,083[A ]| (The royal refuge of my past distress), 192:24,084[A ]| The queen of pity I no longer find 192:24,085[A ]| Enthroned, But here (ah fatal change!) enshrined. 192:24,086[A ]| High rapt in heavenly bowers her soul remains, 192:24,087[A ]| Her breathless relics a deaf tomb contains. 192:24,088[A ]| Ye happier rivals in our common grief! 192:24,089[A ]| You mourn, but not like me, without relief. 192:24,090[A ]| Britain and Belgia through the main can roam, 192:24,091[A ]| Enriched with treasures of both Indies come, 192:24,092[A ]| And, like an altar, deck Maria's tomb. 192:24,093[A ]| Her hierarchy does fair Eusebia bless: 192:24,094[A ]| Secure she does her sacred rights possess, 192:24,095[A ]| And stores of grateful incense can address. 192:24,096[A ]| What tribute to her ashes can I give, 192:24,097[A ]| Who only did by her indulgence live? 192:24,098[A ]| A wretch's last reserve I will bestow, 192:24,099[A ]| My tears ~~ but see ~~ they uncommanded flow! 192:24,100[A ]| Like weeping Niobe's their streams renew: 192:24,101[A ]| Oh that like her I could turn marble too! 192:24,102[A ]| She ceased! ~~ Eusebia then her starry head 192:24,103[A ]| With mournful grace unveiled, and sighing said: 192:24,104[A ]| If strangers can such deep concern express, 192:24,105[A ]| What accents will suffice for my distress! 192:24,106[A ]| Of these remains can I sustain the sight, 192:24,107[A ]| Who claim a subject's and a daughter's right; 192:24,108[A ]| Nursed with her warmest beams, whose lustre filled 192:24,109[A ]| My front with stars and did my mitre gild. 192:24,110[A ]| Eve, new created, no such pleasure took 192:24,111[A ]| Her own bright form discovering in the brook; 192:24,112[A ]| And, wheresoe'er her ravished eyes she threw, 192:24,113[A ]| Still to have blooming paradise in view. 192:24,114[A ]| So I at my own happiness admired ~~ 192:24,115[A ]| Ah where are now those golden dreams retired? 192:24,116[A ]| Their faint idea my sick thought employs, 192:24,117[A ]| A cold remembrance of departed joys. 192:24,118[A ]| As ship-wrecked mariners on some bleak shore, 192:24,119[A ]| The riches of their perished freight deplore, 192:24,120[A ]| Let me, the treasure I have lost declare, 192:24,121[A ]| Too vast for time and nature to repair. 192:24,122[A ]| Be hushed ye winds, ye skies serene and clear, 192:24,123[A ]| No lowering cloud or angry wave appear, 192:24,124[A ]| While my Maria's virtues I recite! 192:24,125[A ]| Oh were my language like her virtues bright 192:24,126[A ]| The charming sounds would guests from heaven invite: 192:24,127[A ]| Heaven would be here, and with immortal lays, 192:24,128[A ]| My self a seraph, while I sung her praise. 192:24,129[A ]| What ancient poets did, inspired, aver 192:24,130[A ]| Of female worth was prophecy of her; 192:24,131[A ]| And what their age by revelation saw, 192:24,132[A ]| Posterity must from her story draw. 192:24,133[A ]| Her breast each centring excellence could boast, 192:24,134[A ]| The scattered virtues of her sex engrossed; 192:24,135[A ]| Nor did those beams on her refracted fall, 192:24,136[A ]| She all possessed, and in perfection all; 192:24,137[A ]| Could majesty and mildness reconcile, 192:24,138[A ]| Hold sovereign awe, yet on her subjects smile. 192:24,139[A ]| Not only calm, but constant was her mind, 192:24,140[A ]| Fixed as the centre to earth's globe assigned: 192:24,141[A ]| A fortress, which the fates in vain assailed, 192:24,142[A ]| And where the baffled king of terrors failed; 192:24,143[A ]| Cheerful as angels or the springing day 192:24,144[A ]| That tunes the groves and makes the meadows gay. 192:24,145[A ]| For blameless mirth heaven's offspring is confessed, 192:24,146[A ]| And heaven was ever in Maria's breast. 192:24,147[A ]| Her words and actions, all exactly weighed 192:24,148[A ]| In reason's scale, and by discretion swayed, 192:24,149[A ]| Alike from prejudice and passion free, 192:24,150[A ]| Henceforth of prudence shall the standard be. 192:24,151[A ]| Let heaven (with heaven she correspondence held) 192:24,152[A ]| Say how my saint in piety excelled. 192:24,153[A ]| Its sinking empire how she did support 192:24,154[A ]| And to a sanctuary reformed a court. 192:24,155[A ]| Say, how her bright example could disarm 192:24,156[A ]| Established vice and make religion charm. 192:24,157[A ]| What frequent visits to my temple pay, 192:24,158[A ]| And there instruct devotion how to pray; 192:24,159[A ]| Where thronging cherubs did her zeal attend, 192:24,160[A ]| Ambitious who should with her vows ascend. 192:24,161[A ]| But charity, her soul's essential grace, 192:24,162[A ]| In tenderest strokes was pictured in her face, 192:24,163[A ]| Who like an angel could at sufferings melt, 192:24,164[A ]| Condole the misery she had never felt. 192:24,165[A ]| Relieved, till royal bounty she had drained, 192:24,166[A ]| Then with her tears the exhausted store maintained; 192:24,167[A ]| Kind as the pelican in times on need, 192:24,168[A ]| When for her craving offspring she does bleed. 192:24,169[A ]| Such was my sovereign! such and yet expired! 192:24,170[A ]| To earth so needful, yet from earth retired. 192:24,171[A ]| Yet see! No wreck of elements is found! 192:24,172[A ]| Time journeys on, and nature keeps her round: 192:24,173[A ]| Our vales may bloom again, our groves be green, 192:24,174[A ]| No more the goddess of the spring be seen! 192:24,175[A ]| She's fled! Divine Maria's vanished hence, 192:24,176[A ]| And sleeps with queens of common providence. 192:24,177[A ]| Like them, she has to fate resigned her breath; 192:24,178[A ]| O triumph of the grave! O pomp of death! 192:24,179[A ]| With her entombed ~~ 192:24,180[A ]| Youth, beauty, virtue, their interment have. 192:24,181[A ]| O pomp of death! O triumph of the grave! 192:24,182[A ]| Yet tyrants live, ah! What can reason say? 192:24,183[A ]| They keep their thrones who iron sceptres sway. 192:24,184[A ]| Support me faith; if faith too feeble be, 192:24,185[A ]| Support my faith Maria's piety! 192:24,186[A ]| She paused and wept. 192:24,187[A ]| Britannia, though with equal grief oppressed; 192:24,188[A ]| Majestic thus her orisons addressed. 192:24,189[A ]| Hail saint and queen, ~~ too weak alas that style! 192:24,190[A ]| Hail heroine and goddess on our isle! 192:24,191[A ]| My Pallas, who could absent Mars supply; 192:24,192[A ]| And, Jove withdrawn, like Juno rule the sky. 192:24,193[A ]| Empire she prized not, though to empire born, 192:24,194[A ]| Nor sought the power she could so well adorn: 192:24,195[A ]| Yet held her British throne securely calm, 192:24,196[A ]| As Deborah within her grove of palm; 192:24,197[A ]| From whose oraculous shade she did prescribe, 192:24,198[A ]| And audience gave to each consulting tribe, 192:24,199[A ]| My regent, with such grandeur, such address, 192:24,200[A ]| In council swayed; and pressed with last distress, 192:24,201[A ]| Like her, spoke victory and looked success. 192:24,202[A ]| In public storms she heard the billows rave, 192:24,203[A ]| And cheerfully the needful orders gave. 192:24,204[A ]| With pious hope adjusted her commands, 192:24,205[A ]| And left the event in providence's hands. 192:24,206[A ]| She knew what mien the sceptre, crown and globe, 192:24,207[A ]| What majesty became the imperial robe; 192:24,208[A ]| But from the encumbrance freed of sovereign awe, 192:24,209[A ]| What artist can her milder beauties draw? 192:24,210[A ]| What colours shall express? What pencil trace 192:24,211[A ]| The charms that did her conversation grace? 192:24,212[A ]| How beaming joys her aspect did adorn, 192:24,213[A ]| And how she moved the goddess of the morn. 192:24,214[A ]| What harmony did in her language dwell; 192:24,215[A ]| How sullen griefs her accents could dispel, 192:24,216[A ]| While softer they than shedding roses fell. 192:24,217[A ]| Methinks I hear lamenting April say, 192:24,218[A ]| Unwelcome now returns my latest day, 192:24,219[A ]| That once eclipsed the blooming pride of May. 192:24,220[A ]| The day that with auspicious hours did smile, 192:24,221[A ]| And gave a Jubilee to Britain's isle. 192:24,222[A ]| No more that festival shall entertain 192:24,223[A ]| The court with revel or harmonious strain: 192:24,224[A ]| For cheerful songs my bards must now retreat 192:24,225[A ]| And dirges breathe to some forsaken seat. 192:24,226[A ]| Seek gloomy vales, where blasted nature pines, 192:24,227[A ]| And grief with night in cold embraces joins. 192:24,228[A ]| Let there, what never must in crowds be told, 192:24,229[A ]| Your mourning muse that dismal scene unfold. 192:24,230[A ]| Let fancy there rehearse in wild complaint, 192:24,231[A ]| The sickening sovereign, the expiring saint. 192:24,232[A ]| When sacrilegious maladies combined, 192:24,233[A ]| Beauty's imperial temple undermined. 192:24,234[A ]| How ravaging through her rich veins they flew, 192:24,235[A ]| Till all in one assault ~~ 192:24,236[A ]| Against her generous heart their forces drew. 192:24,237[A ]| While nature could no more the fort supply, 192:24,238[A ]| And vanquished art itself stood sighing by. 192:24,239[A ]| Well may his sons despair when Phoebus shrouds 192:24,240[A ]| His baffled head, and skulks in conscious clouds 192:24,241[A ]| Drives wide his wain, shuns his meridian way 192:24,242[A ]| And through continued darkness steals the day. 192:24,243[A ]| Immortal powers, can you behold ungrieved 192:24,244[A ]| Her agonies, who nations had relieved? 192:24,245[A ]| Amidst her pangs, see how she lies resigned 192:24,246[A ]| To your disposal, while you seem unkind! 192:24,247[A ]| Undaunted, yet to your allegiance true, 192:24,248[A ]| Bids death defiance, but submits to you. 192:24,249[A ]| She sees distraction through her palace spread, 192:24,250[A ]| She sees the graces weeping round her bed, 192:24,251[A ]| Yet still composed; till her expiring sight 192:24,252[A ]| Her swooning hero ~~ Here let deepest night 192:24,253[A ]| Her mantle spread, and nature's face disguise, 192:24,254[A ]| While Caesar sinks and while Maria's eyes 192:24,255[A ]| Closing transfer their glories to the skies. 192:24,256[A ]| Oh what convulsions now shook Britain's breast! 192:24,257[A ]| Her sun and moon in one eclipse oppressed. 192:24,258[A ]| Yet, O Alcides of our age, sustain 192:24,259[A ]| Thy last and greatest task to live and reign! 192:24,260[A ]| This conquest must distinguish your bright name, 192:24,261[A ]| And write you foremost in the list of fame. 192:24,262[A ]| Death ne'er is distant when perfection's near; 192:24,263[A ]| Virtue sublimed will quickly disappear. 192:24,264[A ]| Maria's fallen! Worthy to have survived 192:24,265[A ]| Till Caesar's promised triumphs were arrived; 192:24,266[A ]| Till harassed Europe's freedom she surveyed, 192:24,267[A ]| And crowned th halcyon days for which she prayed. 192:24,268[A ]| Speak you, who commerce with immortals hold, 192:24,269[A ]| These labyrinths of providence unfold! 192:24,270[A ]| Eusebia speak! 192:24,271[A ]| Eusebia's sacred breast 192:24,272[A ]| With rapture filled, inspiring zeal confessed. 192:24,273[A ]| Divinely bright, her frontlet stars appeared, 192:24,274[A ]| While up towards heaven her ravished eyes she reared. 192:24,275[A ]| The temple shakes, the yielding roof gives way, 192:24,276[A ]| And opes a prospect to eternal day. 192:24,277[A ]| Through all the dome ambrosial fragrance spread, 192:24,278[A ]| While thus, in ecstasy, the matron said: 192:24,279[A ]| With robes invested of celestial dye 192:24,280[A ]| She towers and treads the empyrean sky! 192:24,281[A ]| Angelic choirs, skilled in triumphant song, 192:24,282[A ]| Heaven's battlements and crystal turrets throng. 192:24,283[A ]| The signal's given, the eternal gates unfold, 192:24,284[A ]| Blazing with jasper, wreathed in burnished gold. 192:24,285[A ]| From bowers of amaranth and nectar streams 192:24,286[A ]| (Mansions of rapture and inspiring dreams) 192:24,287[A ]| The host of saints Maria's triumph meet, 192:24,288[A ]| Maria, all, their own Maria greet. 192:24,289[A ]| Behold a reverend shade steps forth, his head 192:24,290[A ]| Mitred in glory, deep his vestments spread. 192:24,291[A ]| O patriarch mild! Thy aspect still I know, 192:24,292[A ]| That even on earth so much of heaven did show. 192:24,293[A ]| Heaven's messenger to us, thou first didst prove, 192:24,294[A ]| And now Maria's to the blessed above. 192:24,295[A ]| Now, pointing up, he shows, prepared on high, 192:24,296[A ]| Her chair of state and starry canopy: 192:24,297[A ]| She takes her throne, but there installed, so bright 192:24,298[A ]| Her form, I lose her in excess of light. 192:25,000@@@@@| 192:25,000[' ]| 192:25,001[A ]| Go shepherds, to your cottages retire. 192:25,002[A ]| Your Dorset mourns ~~ no more the pipe inspire! 192:25,003[A ]| Your mirth is done, your care is vain ~~ what need 192:25,004[A ]| To tend those flocks that will no longer feed? 192:25,005[A ]| Nature herself with troubled face appears, 192:25,006[A ]| And sable robes for her lost darling wears; 192:25,007[A ]| She sighs in storms, and weeps in showers of tears. 192:25,008[A ]| Her vital powers in discontent retreat; 192:25,009[A ]| Her elemental fire withdraws its heat. 192:25,010[A ]| The sullen air admits no cheerful beam, 192:25,011[A ]| And grief has silenced every vocal stream. 192:25,012[A ]| Even earth that does the precious relics shroud, 192:25,013[A ]| Laments the treasure that should make her proud: 192:25,014[A ]| Alone exempted from the general care, 192:25,015[A ]| The skies rejoice to have regained a star: 192:25,016[A ]| With fresh recruits of light they shine and glow, 192:25,017[A ]| Regardless of our sufferings here below; 192:25,018[A ]| With cruel joy they triumph at our cost, 192:25,019[A ]| And revel with the prize that we have lost. 192:25,020[A ]| Profane disease! thy crime had been too great 192:25,021[A ]| In only battering so fair a seat; 192:25,022[A ]| Which spitefully thou quite hast undermined, 192:25,023[A ]| Because the bright remains would still have shined. 192:25,024[A ]| So envious Rome no method could employ 192:25,025[A ]| Fair Carthage to subdue but to destroy. 192:25,026[A ]| Mute are the groves where happy shepherds sung, 192:25,027[A ]| And Philomel once more has lost her tongue. 192:25,028[A ]| The palm and myrtle groves no longer please; 192:25,029[A ]| Cyprus and yew are now the only trees. 192:25,030[A ]| The mournfullest objects most endearments have, 192:25,031[A ]| The lonesome vale delights; the gloomy cave 192:25,032[A ]| Can please because it represents the grave. 192:25,033[A ]| Tears our refreshment are, our sole relief 192:25,034[A ]| No more to wish or hope, 192:25,035[A ]| But give despair free scope, 192:25,036[A ]| And roll the impetuous tide of grief! 192:25,037[A ]| If then so just and vast the sorrow be. 192:25,038[A ]| Of all who did the living wonder see, 192:25,039[A ]| Or only her famed character have heard, 192:25,040[A ]| To think such worth and beauty are interred; 192:25,041[A ]| How then shall be conceived, or how expressed, 192:25,042[A ]| The pangs that rent a tender mothers breast? 192:25,043[A ]| What language that can still the raging seas, 192:25,044[A ]| Charm discontent, and to despair give ease, 192:25,045[A ]| The conflict of maternal sighs appease? 192:25,046[A ]| Should wit pretend (what wit can ne'er effect) 192:25,047[A ]| To treat the fair deceased with due respect; 192:25,048[A ]| In proper colours her resemblance paint, 192:25,049[A ]| In form an angel as in life a saint: 192:25,050[A ]| To say she was, when we can only say 192:25,051[A ]| That (oh!) she was ~~ all mild as springing day, 192:25,052[A ]| Cheerful and beauteous as the bloom of May; 192:25,053[A ]| That, goddess-like, her presence did impart, 192:25,054[A ]| Reviving joys to every drooping heart; 192:25,055[A ]| That she spake music ~~ that for mien and air 192:25,056[A ]| She was all charms ~~ and yet as good as fair! 192:25,057[A ]| To show the meek, the generous patroness 192:25,058[A ]| And comforter of others in distress, 192:25,059[A ]| Her self laid languishing without redress, 192:25,060[A ]| Will this relieve a mourning parent's grief? 192:25,061[A ]| Ah! miserable art 192:25,062[A ]| That only canst impart 192:25,063[A ]| The food of sorrow, an unkind relief. 192:25,064[A ]| One only sovereign balm sick nature bears, 192:25,065[A ]| A royal mourner's sympathising tears. 192:25,066[A ]| Though gods nor goddesses may fate reverse, 192:25,067[A ]| A goddess, weeping, consecrates the hearse. 192:25,068[A ]| Behold the graces waiting on her urn, 192:25,069[A ]| Transformed as much as she for whom they mourn! 192:25,070[A ]| While Virtue's fairer train stand sighing by, 192:25,071[A ]| Concerned such heavenly excellence could die. 192:25,072[A ]| Youth, Beauty, Innocence, assembled there, 192:25,073[A ]| With withered looks ~~ Zeal, Piety and Prayer, 192:25,074[A ]| Belief and Hope transfigured to despair. 192:25,075[A ]| There Charity, cold as her statue, stands, 192:25,076[A ]| And there Compassion wrings her helpless hands! 192:25,077[A ]| These were the tenderest darlings of her breast, 192:25,078[A ]| And like the turtle-brood, when dispossessed, 192:25,079[A ]| Hover and moan about their ruined nest! 192:25,080[A ]| While Death alone, with an insulting smile, 192:25,081[A ]| In triumph sits before the mournful pile. 192:25,082[A ]| Mistaken tyrant! thy designs are crossed, 192:25,083[A ]| 'Tis thou and we who by this change have lost: 192:25,084[A ]| Of more than life thou only hast deprived 192:25,085[A ]| Those wretched mortals who her fate survived. 192:25,086[A ]| Look up and see, what will thy pride confound, 192:25,087[A ]| Thy rescued captive there with glory crowned! 192:25,088[A ]| Behold her seated in a bower of state 192:25,089[A ]| (Above the reach of any second fate) 192:25,090[A ]| While saints and seraphs on her triumph grow 192:25,091[A ]| With flowers that in celestial Eden grow, 192:25,092[A ]| They weave eternal chaplets for her brow, 192:25,093[A ]| While heavenly harmony her art employs 192:25,094[A ]| Echoed with songs of never-ceasing joys, 192:25,095[A ]| O sacred hierarchy! O realms of light! 192:25,096[A ]| Transporting vision ~~ but for mortal sight 192:25,097[A ]| Too dazzling, too insufferably bright! 192:25,098[A ]| Aspiring muse descend, the dusky plains 192:25,099[A ]| And vale of death best suit thy pensive strains. 192:25,100[A ]| Oh, since hard fate allows no more, return 192:25,101[A ]| To crown with bays and verse the sacred urn, 192:25,102[A ]| Such verse as may the gloomy desert charm. 192:25,103[A ]| Watch, guard the lovely saint's remains from harm; 192:25,104[A ]| With vital tears overcome 192:25,105[A ]| The coldness of her tomb, 192:25,106[A ]| And keep with glooming sighs her ashes ever warm. 192:25,107[A ]| Oh whither will the dismal scene extend! 192:25,108[A ]| Successive woe, where will thy current end? 192:25,109[A ]| Behold, forlorn, the muse's patron laid 192:25,110[A ]| With mourning Cupids in a cypress shade! 192:25,111[A ]| Of fate nor cruel skies he once complains 192:25,112[A ]| But inwardly the conflict he sustains, 192:25,113[A ]| The struggling tumult of his breast restrains. 192:25,114[A ]| O, Dorset, could our worthless lives pretend 192:25,115[A ]| (Whose comforts only on thy smiles depend) 192:25,116[A ]| To bribe thy griefs, how pleased could we resign 192:25,117[A ]| Our breaths, compounding for one pang of thine. 192:25,118[A ]| Our useless breaths are tendered now in vain, 192:25,119[A ]| Since tuneful notes no more must cheer the plain: 192:25,120[A ]| Let numbers cease ~~ for whom should they relieve 192:25,121[A ]| That can no comfort to their patron give? 192:25,122[A ]| Yet, Dorset, live ~~ in pity to the age, 192:25,123[A ]| That, to condole thy loss, forgets its rage. 192:25,124[A ]| The impious age from that one crime is free, 192:25,125[A ]| Mad with intestine strife we all agree 192:25,126[A ]| Both in admiring and lamenting thee. 192:25,127[A ]| Let those dear pledges intercede at least, 192:25,128[A ]| The living relics of the fair deceased, 192:25,129[A ]| Till, infant beauty to full bloom arrived, 192:25,130[A ]| The mothers charms and virtues has revived; 192:25,131[A ]| Adorned with all that nature's self can crave 192:25,132[A ]| To make a full reprisal on the grave; 192:25,133[A ]| Till dawning Buckhurst to his zenith rise, 192:25,134[A ]| And warm (like you) and gild our northern skies; 192:25,135[A ]| Till a new series of unclouded years 192:25,136[A ]| (Reserved for him) in shining rank appears; 192:25,137[A ]| When his ripe fame shall every muse employ, 192:25,138[A ]| Next age's Dorset, Britain's second joy. 192:00,000[A ]|