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BENT TO THE AUTHOR IN HIS RETIREMENT.
699 Weigh well their actions, and their treacherous VERSES
What murders, treasons, perjuries, deceit;
How many crush'd, to make one monster great.
power? Why, Granville, is thy life to shades confin'd,
Hug when you stab, and smile when you devour? Thou whom the gods design'd
Be bloody, false, flatter, forswear, and lie, In public to do credit to mankind ?
Turn pander, pathic, parasitc, or spy ; Why sleeps the noble ardour of thy blood,
Such thriving arts may your wish'd purpose bring, Which from thy ancestors, so many ages past, A minister at least, perhaps a king. From Rollo down to Bevil flow'd,
Fortune, we most unjustly partial call, And then appear'd again at last
A mistress free, who bids alike to all; In thee, when thy victorious lance [France ?
But on such terms as only suit the base, Bore the disputed prize from all the youth of Honour denies and shuns the foul embrace. .
The honeit man, who starves and is undone, In the first trials which are made for fame,
Not fortune, but his virtue keeps him down. Those to whom fate success denies,
Had Cato bent beneath the conquering cause, If taking counsel from their shame,
He might have liv'd to give new senates laws; They modestly retreat, are wise.
But op vile terms disdaining to be great, But why should you who still succeed, ,
He perish'd by his choice, and not his fate. Whether with graceful art you lead
Honours and life, ih' usurper bids, and all The fiery barb, or with as graceful motion tread, 3
That vain mistaken men good-fortune call, In shining balls, where all agree
Virtue forbids, and fets before his eyes To give the highest praise to thee.
An honest death, which he accepts, and dies : Such harmony in every motion's found,
O gloricus relolation ! Noble pride! As art could ne'er express by any sound.
More honour'd, than the tyrant liv'd, he did;
More lov'd, more prais'd, more envy'd in his So lov'd and prais'd, whon all adnire,
duom, Why, why should you from courts and camps re Than Cæsar trampling on the rights of Rome. tire?
The virtuous nothing fear, but He with shame, If Myra is unkind, if it can be,
And death's a pleasant road that leads to fame. That any nymph can be unkind to thee;
On boncs, and scraps of dogs let me be fed, If pensive made by love, you thus retire,
My limbs uncover'd, and expos’d my head Awake your muse, and firing your lyre; To blcakest colds, a kennel be my bed. . Your tender song, and your melodious strain, ,
This, and all other martyrdon for thee, Can never be addrest in vain ; (again.
Seenis glorious, all, thrice beauteous honesty! She needs must love, and we shall have you back
Judge me, ye powers! let fortune tenipt or fron'a
Ye great disturbers, who in endless noise,
In blood and sapine seek unnatural joys;
For what is all this bustle but to shun
Those thoughts with which you dare not be alone?
As men in misery, oppreft with care,
Seek in the rage of wine to drown despair. CEASE, tempting Siren, cease thy flattering strain, Let others fight, and eat their bread in blood, Sweet is thy charming song, but supg in vain : Regardless if the cause be bad or good; When the winds blow, and loud the tempefts roar, Or cringe in courts, depending on the nods What fool would trust the waves, and quit the Of strutting pigmies who would pass for gods. fbore?
For me, uopractis'd in the courtiers-school, Early, and vain, into the world I came,
Who loathe a knave, and tremble at a fool; Big with false hopes, and eager after fame; Who honour generous Wycherley opprest, Till looking round nie, ere the race began,
Poftest of litele, worthy of the best, Madmen, and giddy fools, were all that ran; Rich in himself, in virtue that outshines Reclaim'd betimes, I from the lists retire,
All but the fame of his immortal lines, And thank the gods, who my retreat inspire. More than the wealthiest lord, who helps to drain In happier times our ancestors were bred,
The familh'd land, and rulls in impious gain : When virtue was the only path to tread:
What can I hope in courts? Or how succeed? Give me, ye gods! but the same road to fame. Tygers and wolves shall in the ocean breed, Whate'er my fathers dar'd, I dare the same. The whale and dolphin fatten on the mead; Chang'd is the scene, fome baneful planet rules And every element exchange its kind, An impious world, contriv'd for lonares and fools. Ere thriving honesty in courts we find. Look now around, and with impartial eyes
Happy the man, of mortals happiest he, Congder, and examine all who rise;
Whose quiet niind from vain desires is free;
THE WORKS OF GRANVILLE.
On Ida's hill, and for a prize contend;
Nobly they bid, and lavishly pursue But to himself, and to the gods alone :
A gift, that only could be beauty's due: O sweetness of content! seraphic joy!
Honours and wealth the generous judge denies, , Which nothing wants, and nothing can destroy. And gives the triumph to the brighteit eyes. Where dwells this peace, this freedom of the Such precedents are numberless, we draw mind!
Our right from custom ; custom is a law Where, but in shades remote from human kind; As high as heaven, as wide as seas or land; Io flowery vales, where nymphs and shepherds As ancient as the world is our conımand. meet,
Mars an Alcides would this plea allow : But never comes within the palace gate.
Beauty was ever absolute till now. Farewell then cities, courts, and camps, farewell, It is enough that I pronounce it mine, Welcome, ye groves, here let me ever dwell, And, right or wrong, he thould his claim resign From cares, from business, and mankind remove, Not bears nor tygers sure so savage are, All but the muses, and inspiring love :
As these ill-manner'd nionsters of the bar. How sweet the morn! How gentle is the night! Loud || rumour has proclạim'd a nymph divines. How calm the evening! And the day how bright! Whose matchless form, to counterbalance mine, From hence, as from a hill, I view below
By divt of beauty shall exort your grace: The crowded world, a mighty wood in show, Let her appear, this rival, face to face ; Where several wanderers travel day and night, Let
to eyes oppos'd this strife decide ; By different paths, and none are in the righe. Now, when I lighten, let her beams be try'd.
Was't a vain promise, and a gownman's lie?
Or stands the here, unmark'd, when I am by? SON G.
So heav'n was mock'd, and once all Elys round,
Another Jupiter was said to found; Love is by fancy led about
On brazen floors the royal actor tries
To ape the thunder rateling in the skies;
A brandish'd torch, with emulating blaze,
Aflects the forky lightning's pointed rays :
Thus borne aloft, triumphantly he rode
Through crowds of worshippers, and acts the god.
The fire onnipotent prepares the brand, , *Tis but as fancy shall present
By Vulcan wrought, and arms his potent hand; Objects of grief, or of content,
Then flaming hurls it hissing from above,
And in the vast abyss confounds the mimic Jove. Visions of mighty pain, or pleasure,
Presumptuous wretch! with mortal art to dare Imagin'd want, imagin'd treasure,
Immortal power, and brave the thunderer!
Cassiope, preferring with disdain,
The daughter, for the mother's guilty scorn,
Is dooni'd to be devour'd; the niother's borne
Revers'd the shines, expos’d to human fight,
version of an office in the court of King's-Bench, 1 As an eternal terror to mankind.
Than the soft partner of his nupitial hed;
Or to a father's right lay stronger claim, The princes fat; beauty and law contend; Than the dear youth in whom survives his name? The queen of love will her own cause defend : Behold that youth, consider whence he springs, Secure the looks, as certain none can fee
And in his royal veins respect your kings : Such beauty plcad, and not her captive be. Immortal Jove, upon a mortal the, What'need of words with such commanding eyes ? | Begat his lire : Second from Jove is he. Must I then speak? O heav'ns! the charmer cries; Well did the father blindly fight your cause, O barbarous clime! where beauty borrows aid Following the cry-of liberty and laws, Froni eloquence, to charm, or to persuade! Will discord never leave with envious care
!! A report spread of beautiful young lady, niece to To raise debate? But difcord governs here
the Lord ilief justice, who would appcar at rhe bar of the To Juno, Pallas, wisdom, fame, and power,
House of Lords, and eclipse the charms of the Duchess of
Grafton : No such lady was feen there, nor perlaps CPC Long lace prefera'd, what trial needs there biore? ) in any pait of the world.
A POETICAL PLEADING.
PO B M S.
'Twere honest to dispute; fo Cato chose.
She finish'd here, the queen of every grace, Might none a just possession be allow'd, Disdain vermilioning her heavenly face :
But who could bring desert, or boast of blood ? Our hearts take fire, and all in tumult rise,
What numbers, even here, night be condemn'd; And one wish sparkles in a thousand eyes.
Strip'd, and despoild of all, revil'd, contemn'd?
In Gothic times: But now to be my lord,
Study the law; nor do thefe robes despise; Then, raising by degrees his voice, he fpeaks. Honour the gown, from whence your honours rises in
you, my lords, who judge; and all who hear, Those fam'd dictators, who fubdu'd the globe, Methinks I read your wishes for the fair;
Gave the precedence to the peaceful robe; Nor can I wonder, even I contend
The mighty Julius, pleading at the bar, With inward pain, unwilling to offend;
Was greater, than when thundering in the war Unhappy! thus oblig'd to a defence,
He conquer'd nations : 'Tis of more renowy
How dear to Britain are her darling laws!
Kings are like common llaves to flaughter led,
Or wander through the world to beg their bread. Let death, or shame, or lunacy surprise,
“ When regal power aspires above the laws, Who dare to match the lustre of those eyes! “ A private wrong becomes a public cause." Aloud the fairest of the sex complain
He spoke. The nobles differ, and divide ; Of captives lost, and loves invok'd in vain; Some join with law, and some with beauty side. At her appearance all their glory ends,
Mordaunt, though once her lave, insults the fair, And not a star, but sets, when she ascends.
Whofe fetters 'twas his pride, in youth, to wear: Where love presides, still may she bear the prize; So Lucifer revolting, brav'd the But rigid law has neither ears nor eyes :
Whom he was wont to worsbip and implore. Charms, to which Mars and Hercules would bow, Like impious is their rage, who have in chase Minos and S Rhadamanthus disavow.
A new omnipotence in Grafton's face. Justice, by nothing bias'd, or inclid'd,
But Rochester, undaunted, just, aod wife, Deaf to persuasion, to temptation blind,
Asserts the goddess with the charming eyes; Determines without savour, and the laws
And O! nay beauty never want reward O'erlook the parties, to decide the cause.
For thee, her noble champion, and her guard. What then avails it, that a beardless boy
Beauty triumphs, and law submitting lies,
The tyrant tan'd, aloud for mercy cries;
When fam'd Apelles sought to frame
To furnish graces for the piece,
He summon'd all the nymphs of Greece
To show how one immortal shin'd.
Had Hyde thus fac by proxy too, The vaulted skies with her loud shrieks resound,
As Venus chen was said to do, And high Olynıpus trembles at the wound. Venus herself, and all the train
Of goddesses had sumnion'd been; * The Duke of Graston, lain at the filege of Cork in The painter must have search'd che skies, Ireland, about the beginning of the Revolution. + Niobe turned into a Itone for presurning to compare
To match the lustre of her eyes. herrell with Diana.
Comparing then, while chus we view Il frapoerides, certain virgins, who, for affronting Venus, The ancient Venus, and che nell; were condemned to open prostitution, and afterwards turned into tlone.
In her we many mortals toe, Minos and Rhadamanthus, famous leginators, who for their frict adininitration of justice, were, after their
As many goddeles in thee. deaths, madc chitf judges in the infernal regions. 9 Yehus.
Atterwards Counters of Clarendon and Rochester
SOON AFTER THE RECOVERY OF MRS. MOHUN.
Beneath those beams that scorch us from her eyes, LADY HYDE HAVING THE SMALL POX, Her snowy bosom still unmelted lies;
Love from her lips spreads all his odours round,
But bears on ice, and springs from frozen ground. Scarce could the general joy for Mohun appear, The garden seems an emblem of the fair.
So cold the clime that can such wonders bear, But new attempts faow other dangers near; Beauty's attack'd in her imperial fort, Where all her loves and graces kept their court; In her chief residence, bebeg'd at lart,
TO THE SAME. Laments to see her fairelt fields laid waste.
Her Gardens baving escaped a Flood that had laid all On things immortal, all attempts are vain;
the Country round under Water. Tyrant disease, 'tis loss of cime and pain; Glut thy wild rage, and load thee with rich prize what hands divine have planted and protect, Torn from her cheeks, her fragrant lips, and eyes: The torrent spares, and deluges respect ; I.et her but live; as much vermilion take, So when the waters o'er the world were spread, As might an Flelen, or a Venus make;
Covering each oak, and every mountain's head, Like Thetis, she shall frustrate thy vain rape, The chosen patriarch fail'd within his ark, And in variety of charnis escape.
Nor might the waves o'erwhelm che sacred bark, The twinkling stars drop numberless each night, The charming Flavia is no less, we find, Yet shines the radiant firmament as bright; The favourite of Heaven, than of mankind; So from the ocean should we rivers drain,
The gods, like rivals, imitate our care, Still would enough to drown the world remain. And vie with mortals to oblige the fair ;
These favours thus bestow'd on her alone,
Are but the homage which they send her down. THE DUCHESS OF
O Flavia ! may thy virtue from above ONSEASONABLY. SURPRISED IN THE EMBRACES Be crown'd with blessings, endless as my love.
OF HER LORD.
TO MY FRIEND DR. GARTH,
IN HIS SICKNESS.
Forest Zelinda, cease to chide, or grieve;
blushi at joys that only you can give;
MACHAON fick, in every face we find,
Sire t of all arts, defend thy darling lon;
To niy dear Kinsman, WRITTEN ON DER GARDEN IN THE NORTH.
CHARLES LURD LANSDOWNE, , Wmat charin is this, that in the midst of snow, of storms, and blafts, the choicest fruits do grow ? Upon the Bombardment of the Town of Granville in
Normandy, by the English Fleet.
Though built by gods, consum'd by hostile flames On frozen ground the sweetest flowers arise,
Troy bury'd lies, yer lives the Trojan name; Unseen by iný light, buc flavia's eyes;
And so fill thine, though with these walls were Whire'en Meireads, beneath the charmer's feet The role, the jefs 'mine, and the lilies incet; All the records our ancestors could boast. Where'er fic looks, behold some sudden birch
For Latiuni cunquer'i, and for Turnus ílain, Adoins the trees, and fructifies the earth;
Æneas lives, though not voe ilone remain In risidst of niountains, and unfruitful ground, Where he alufe: Nor art thou lefs renown'd Asrich äli Eden as the firft is found.
For thy lud triumphs on Hungarian ground. Butl.is new paradite tlic goudils reigns, In luycreign tate, and mucks the luier's pains;
† årolo, god of poetry and play fica
Ρ ο Ε
PO E M S. Those t arms which for nine centuries had Athens and Rome for arts restor'd rejoice, brav'd
Their language takes new music from her voice; The wrath of time, on antique stone engrav'd, Learning and love, in the same feat we find, Now torn br mortars, stand yet undefac'd
So bright her eyes, and so adorn'd her miod. On nobler trophies, by thy valour rais'd :
Long had Minerva govern'd in the skies, Safe on thy | eagle's wings they soar above But now descends, confeft to human cyes; The rage of war, or thunder to remove,
Behold in Granville, that inspiring queen, Borne by the bird of Cæsar, and of Jove.
Whom learned Athens so ador'd unseen.
LADY HYDE, SITTING AT SIR GODFREY KVELLER'S TOR BER
TO MRS. AFRA BEHN.
Two warrior || chiess the voice of fame divide,
While Kneller, with inimitable art,
TO MRS. GRANVILLE, OP WOTTON IN BOCKINGUAMSHIRE ;
Now fly, discretion, to my aid,
See haughty Myra, fair and bright,
Ah! how I tremble at the fight!
Mankind does proftrate fall.
Advent'rous, terrible, and strong.
Sparing nor age nor sex,
And from her lips, her cheeks and eyes,
Reason aflits her too.
Reason proclaims them all his foes,
My very bosom friends make war
All, all conspiring with the foe.
Now, now, discretion be my guide, .
Love, like a tyrant whom no laws constraio,
+ The Granville arins ftill remaining at that time on one of the gates of the town.
H He was created a Count of the Empire, the family arms to be borne forever upon the breait of the inperial pread eagle.
Alexaoder and Caefar.