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or, if they must a longer hearing have, Bid them attend below, adjourn into the grave.


Then gay and sprightly wine produce,
Wines that wit and mirth infuse:

ISAIAH, Chap. xiii. Paraphrased.
That feed, like oil, th' expiring flame,
Revive our drooping souls, and prop this tottering

That, when the grave our bodies has ingross'd,

Now let the fatal banner be display'd! When virtues shall forgotten lie,

Upon some lofty mountain's top With all their boasted piety,

Go set the dreadful standard up! Honours and titles, like ourselves, be lost;

And all around the hills the bloody signals spread; Then our recorded vice shall flourish on,

For, lo, the numerous hosts of heaven appear! And our immortal riots be for ever known.

Th' embattled legions of the sky, This, this, is what we ought to do,

With all their dread artillery, The great design, the grand affair below! Draw forth in bright array, and mufter in the air. Since bounteous nature's plac'd our steward here, Why do the mountains tremble with the noise, Then man his grandeur should maintain,

And vallies echo back their voice? And in excess of pleasure reign,

The hills tumultuous grow and loud, Keep up his character, and lord of all appear.

The hills that groan beneath the gathering mule

Wide as the poles of heaven's extent,

So far's the dreadful sumnions fent ;

Kingdoms and nations at his call appear,

For ev'n the Lord of hosts commands in perfon We love and hate, as restless monarchs fight,

there. Who boldly dare invade another's right: Yet, when through all the dangerous toils they've

Start from thy lethargy, thou drowsy land,

Awake, and hear his dread command ! run, Ignobly quit the conquests they have won;

Thy black tempestuous day comes lowering op, Those charming hopes, that made them valiant

O fatal light! O inauspicious hour ?

Was ever such a day before! grow,

So fiain'd with blood, by marks of vengeance Pall'd with enjoyment, make thern cowards now. Our passions only form our happiness,


Nature shall from her steady course remove, Hopes still' enlarge, as fears.contract it less :

The well-fix'd from his bafis rent, Hope with a gaudy prospect feeds the eye, .

Convulsions shake the firmament; Sooths every sense, does with each wish com

Horror seize all below, confufion reign above. ply;

The stars of heaven shall ficken at the sight, But falfe enjoyment the kind guide destroys, We lose the passion in the treacherous joys.

Nor shall the planets yield their light:

But from the wretched object fly,
Like the gay silk-worm, when it pleases most,
In that ungrateful web it fpun, 'tis loft.

And, like extinguish'd tapers, quic the darken'd sky: Fruition only cloys the appetite;

The rising sun, as he was conscious too,

As he the fatal business knew,
More does the conquest, than the prize delight :

A deer, a bloody red shall stain
One victory gain'd, another fills the mind,
Our restless wishes cannot be confin'd,

And at his carly dawn thall fet in night again. Like boisterous waves, no settled bounds they

To the destroying sword I've said, go forth, know,

Go fully execute my wrath! Fix'd at no point, but always ebb or flow.

Command my hofts, my willing armies lead; Who most expects, enjoys the pleasure most,

For this rebellious land and all therein thall bleed, Tis rais'd by wishes, by fruition loft :

They shall not grieve me more, no niore tranf. We're charm'd with distant views of happiness,

gress; But near approaches make the prospect less.

I will consume the stubborn race : Wishes, like pairited landscapes, best delight, Yet brutes and lavages I justly spare ; Whilft distance recommends them to the fight :

Useless is all my vengeance therc; Plac'd afar off, they beautiful appear;

Ungrateful man's the greater monster far. But show their course and nauseous colours near.

On guiltless bealis I will the land bestow, Thus the fam'd Midas, when he found his

To thenr th' inheritance shall go; store

Those elder brothers now shall lord it here below: Increasing still, and would admit of more,

And, if some poor remains cfcape behind, With eager arnis his swelling bags he press'd ;

Some relics left of lost mankind; And expectation only niade him bless'd :

Th' astonish'd herds shall in their cities cry, But, when a boundless treasure he enjoy'd, When they behold a mian, lo, there's a prodigy: And every wish was with fruition cloy'd : Then, damn'd to htaps, and surfcited with ore, The Medes I call to my assistance here, He curs'd that gold' he deated on before,

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735 A generous race of men, a nation free

Thou, Babylon, shalt be like Sodom curst, From vicious ease and Persian luxury.

Destroy'd by Aames from heaven, and thy more Silver is despicable in their eyes,

burning loft. Contemn'd the useless metal lies : Their conquering iron they prefer before

The day's at hand, when in thy fruitful foil The finest gold, ev'n Ophir's tempting ore.

No labourer fhail reap, no mower toil :
By these the land shall be subdued,

His tent the wandering Arab small not spread,
Abroad their boiss shall overcome,

Nor make thy cursed ground his bed; Their swords and flancs destroy ac home; Though faint with travel, though oppress'd with Hor neither sex nor agc shall be exempt from blood.

thirst, The nobles and princes of thy stage

He to his drooping herds shall cry aloud,
Shall on the victur's triumphs wait :

Taste not of that embitter'd flood,
And those that from the battle fled

Tafte not Euphrates' streams they're poisonous all, Shall be, with chains oppress’d, in cruei bondage

and curss’d, led.

The shepherd to his wandering flocks shall say,

When o'er thy battlements they atray, I'll visit their distress with plagues and miseries,

When in thy palaces they graze, The throes that women's labours wait,

Ah, fly, unbappy flocks ! fy this infe dioue Consullive pangs, and bloody (weat,

place. Thei: beaut; shall ciofume, and vital spirits feize,

Whilst the sad traveller, that passes on,
The ravish'd virgins shall be borne away,

Shall afk, lo, where is Babylon ?
And their dishonour'd wives be led

And when he has thy small remainder found,
To the insuliing victor's bed,

Shall say, I'll fly from bence, 'tis fyre accursed To brutal lusts expos'd, to fury left a prey.

ground. Ner shall the teeming womb afford Its forming births a refuge from the sword; Then shall the favages and beasts of prey

The sword, that shall their pangs increase, From their deserted mountains haste away; And all the throes of travail curse with barren

Every obscene and vulgar beast

Shall be to Babylon a guest :
The infants shall expire with their first breath, Her marble roofs, and every cedar room,
And only live in pangs of death;

Shall dens and caves of Itate to nobler brutes ben
Live but with early cries to curse the light,
And, at the dawn of life, fet in cternal night.

Thy courts of justice, and tribunals too, Ev'n Babylon, adorn'd with every grace,

(O irony to call them fo!)

There, where the tyrant and oppreffor bore The beauty of the universe:

The spoils of innocence and blood before; Glory of nations! the Chaldean's pride,

There fhail the wolf and savage uger meer, And joy of all th' admiring world beside :

And griping vulcure shall appear in state, Thou, Babylon ! before whose throne

There birds of prey shall rule, and ravenous beasts The empires of the earth fall down; The prostrate nations homage pay,

Those uncorrupted shall remain, And vassal princes of the world obey:

Those shall alone their genuine aise retain, Shale in the dust be trampled low :

There violence shall thrive, rapine and fraud thall Abject and low upon the earth be laid,

And deep in ruins hide thy ignominious head.
Thy strong amazing walls, whose impious height

Then shall the melancholy satyrs groan,
The clouds conceal from human fight;

O'er their lamented Babylon ;
That proudly now their polish'd turrets rear,
Which bright as neighbouring stars appear,

And ghosts that glide with horror by,

To view where their unbury'd bodies lie, Diffusing glories round th' enlighten'd air,

With doleful cries shall fill the air, In flames shall downwards to their centre fly, And deep within the earth, as their foundations, And with amazement strike th' affrighted traa

veller. lie.

There the obscener birds of night, Thy beauteous palates (though now thy pride :) Birds that in gloomy shades delight, Shall be in heaps of ashes hid :

Shall folitude enjoy, live undisturb-d by light, In vast surprising heaps shall lie,

All the ill omens of the air
And ev’n their ruins bear the pomp of majesty.

Shall scream their loud presages there.
No bold inhabitant shall dare

But let them all their dire predictions tell,
Thy raz'd foundations to repair :

Secure in ills, and fortify'd with woe,
No pitying hand exalt thy abjcct state;

Heaven shall in vain its future vengeance No! to succeeding times thou must remain

show : An horrid exemplary scene,

For thou art happily insensible, And lie from age to age ruin'd and desolate.

Beneath the reach of miseries fell, Thy fall's decreed (amazing turn of fate!)

Thou need'ft no desolation dread, no greates Low as Gomorrah's wretched Itate :

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Adorn'd with graces then, and beauties blest, TO MR. CONGREVE.

She charn s the ear with fame, with raptures fills

ti e mind, An Epistolary Ode, 1693 - Occasioned by the Old Then from all cares the happy youth is free, " Bachelor."

But those of love and poetry :

Cares, &ill allay'd with pleasing charms, Xam'd wits and beauties (hare this common fate,

That crown the head with bays, with beauty fill To stand compos'd to public love and hate,

the arms. In every breast they different paflions raise,

But all a woman's frailties soon fhe shows,
At once our envy, and our praise.

Too soon a stale domelic creature grows :
For when, like you, fome nable youth appeart, Then, wedded to a muse that's nauseous grown
For wit and humour fam'd above his years; We loath what we enjoy, drudge when the plea.
Each emulous muse, that yiews the laurel won,
Must praise the worth so much transcends their

For, tenipred with imaginary bays,

Fed with immortal hopes and empty praise, And, while his fame they envy, add to his renown.

He fame pursues, that fair and treacherous bait, But sure, like you, no youth could please, Grows wife when he's undone, rozents when 'cís Nor at his first attempt bast such success :

too late. Where all mankind have fail'd, you glories won; Triumphant are in this alone,

Small are the trophies of his boasted bays, In this, have all the bards of old out-done.

The great man's promise for his flattering toil,

Fame in reversion, and the public smile, Then may'st thou rule our stage in triumph | All vainer than his hopes, uncertain as his praise. long!

'Twas thus in mournsul numbers heretofore, May'lt thou its injur'd fame revive,

Neglected Spenser did his fate deplore : And marchless proofs of wit and humour give, Long did his injur'd muse complain, Reforming with ihy fcenes, and charming with Admir'd in midst of wants, and charming still thy song!

in vain. And though a curfe ill-fated wit pursues,

Long did the generous Cowley mourn,
And waits the fatal dowry of a muse;

And long oblig'd the age without'return.
Yet niay thy rising fortunes be

Deny'd what every wretch obtains of fate,
Secure froni all the blasts of poeiry;

An humble roof and an obscure retreat, As thy own laurels flourishing appear,

Condemn'd to needy fame, and to be miserably, Unfully'd fill with cares, nor clogg'd with hope

great. and fear!

Thus did the world thy great fore fathers use;
As from its wants, be from its vices free,

Thus all th' inspir'd bards before
From nauseous servile flattery;

Did their hereditary ills deplore;
Nor to a patron prostitute thy mind,

From tuneful Chaucer's down to thy own Drya Though like Auguftus great, as fam'd Mecenas

den's muse, kind.

Yet, pleas'd with gaudy ruin, youth will on, Though great in fame! believe me, generous As proud by public fame to be undone ; youth,

Pleas'd, though he does the worst of labours Believe this oft-experienc'd truth,


[muse. From him that knows thy virtues, and admires To serve a barbarous age, and an ungrateful their worth.

Since Dryden's fell, to wit's great empire born,
Though thou’rt above what vulgar poets fear, Whose genius and exalted name
Trust not th' ungrateful world too far;

Triumph with all the spoils of wit and fame,
Trust not the smiles of the inconstant town; Must, ’midst the loud applaule, his barren laurels
Trust not the plaudits of a theatre

(mires, (Which Dursey shall with thee and Dryden Ev'n thar fam'd man, whom all the world ada' (hare);

Whom every grace adoệns, and muse inspires, Nor to a fage's interest sacrifice thy own,

Like the great injur'd Tasso, shows
Thy genius, that's foc nobler things delign'd, Triumphant in the midst of woes;
May at loole hours oblige mankind :

In all his wants, majestic still appears,
Tlien, great as is thy fame, thy fortunes raise. Charming the age to which he owes his cares,
Join thriving interest to thy barren bays,

And cherishing that muse whose fatal curse ha And teach the world to envy, as thou dost to

bears, praise.

The world, that does like common whores em-
Injurious still to those it does caress :

Injurious as the tainted breath of fame,
That blasts a poet's fortunes, while it sounds his

" Inest sua gratia parvis.''
When first a musc inflames fome youthful breast, Where greatness is to nature's works deny'd,
Likę an unpractis'd virgin, still the's kind : In worth and beauty it is well fupply:d :

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PO E N & In a fruall space the more perfection's shown,

The hero felt her power: And what is exquisite in little's done.

Though great in camps, and fierce in war, Thus beams, contracted in a narrow glass,

Her softer looks he could not bear, To flames convert their larger useless rays.

Proud to become her slave, though late her cone 'Tis pature's smallest products please the eye,

queror. Whilst greater births pass unregarded by;

When beauty in distress appears, Her monsters seem a violence to sighe;

An irrefiftless charm it bears :
They're form'd for terror, inleds to delight.

In every breast does pity move,
Thus, when she nicely franzes a piece of art,
Fine are her strokes, and small in every part;

Pity, che tenderest part of love.

Amidit his triumphs great Atrides sued, No labour can the boalt more wonderful

Unto a weeping maid: Than to inform an atom with a soul;

Though Troy was by his arms subdued,
To animate her little beauteous fly,

And Greece the bloody trophies view'd,
And clothe it in her gaudiest drapery.
Thus does the little epigram delight,

Yet at a captive's feet th' imploring victor laid, And charm us with its miniature of wit,

Think not thy charming maid can be Whilst tedious authors give the reader pain,

Of a base lock, and mean degree; Weary his thoughts, and make him toil in vain; Her ihape, her air, her every grace, When in less volumes we more pleasure find,

A more than vulgar birth confess • And what diverts, still best informs the mind. Yes, yes, my friend, with royal blood she's great, 'Tis the small infect looks correct and fair,

Sprung from some monarch's bed;
And seems the product of her nicest care,

Nou mourns her family's hard fate,
When, weary'd out with the ftupendous weight Her mighty fall and abject state,
Of forming prodigies and brutes of state;

And her illustrious race conceals with noble pride.
Then the the insect frames, her master-piece,
Made for diversion, and design'd to please.

Ah, think not an ignoble house Thus Archimedes, in his crystal sphere,

Could such a heroine produce; Seem'd to correct che world's drtificer:

Nor think soch generous sprightly blood Whilit the large globe moves round with long

Could flow from the corrupted crowd ; delay,

But view her courage, her undaunted mind, His beauteous orbs in nimbler circles play:

And soul with virtues crown'd; This seem'd the nobler labour of the two,

Where dazzling interest cannot blind, Great was the sphere above, but fine below.

Nor youth nor golit admittance find, Thus smallest things have a peculiar grace,

But Itill her honour's fix'd, and virtue keeps ite The great w'admire, but 'tis the little pleale;

ground. Then, since the least so beautifully show,

View well her great majestic air, B' advis'd in time, my muse, and learn to know

And modest looks divinely fair; A poet's lines should be correct and few.

Too bright for fancy to improve,

And worthy of chy noblest love.

But yet suspect not thy officious friend,

All jealous choughıs remove;

Though I with youthful hear commend,

For thee I all my wishes fend,
In Love with a Lady be bad taken from an Algerine And if the nakes thee bleit, 'tis all I ask of love!

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TO MR. WATSON, 'Tis no disgrace, brave youth, to own

On bis Ephemeris of the Celefiiul Mlotions, presented to By a fair flave you are undone :

Her Majely. Why dost thou blush to hear that name,

And stifle thus a generous flame?
Did not che fair Brifcïs heretofore

ART, when in full perfection, is design'd
With powerful charnis fubdue?

To please the eye, or to inform the mind :

This nobler piece performs the duble part,
What though a caprive, still the bore,
Those eyes that freedom could rettore,

With graceful beauty and initructive art.
And make her haughty lord, the proud Achilles, The noble

it labour finith'd it could boast;

Since the great Archimedes' Ij here was lost, bow.

No generous hand durft that fam'd model trace, Stern Ajax, though renown'd in arnis,

Which Greece admir'd, and Rome could only Did yield to bright Tecmessa's charnis :

praise. And all the laurois he had won

This you, with greater lustre, have restor'd, As trophies ac her feet were thrown.

And caught those arts we ignointly ador'd: When, beautiful in tears, he view'd the mourning Motion in full perfection here you've shown, fair,

And what mankind despair'd to scach, have done

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In artful frames your heavenly bodies move, And as some timorous hird in toils betraying
Scarce brister in their beauteous orbs above 3 Thus in his arnis strove the resitting maid ;
And stars, tiepriv'd of all malignant flames, Thus did she combat with his strict embrace,
Here court the eye with more auspicious beams : And fpuru'd the guilty cause of her disgracc.
In graceful order the just planets rise,

Revenge the courted, but despair'd to find
And here complete their circles in the skies; A strength and vigour equal to her mind;
Here's the full concert of revolving spheres, While checks of shame her willing hands restrain,
And heaven in bright epitome appears.

Since all a virgin's force is her disdain :
With charms the ancients did invade the moon, Yet her resolves are nobly fix'd to die
And from her orb compell’d her struggling down;

Rather than violate her chastity,
But here she's taught a nobler change by you,

Than break her vows to heaven, than blot her
And moves with pride in this bright sphere below:

While your celestial bodies thus I view,

Or foil her beauties with a lustful flame.
They give me bright ideas of the true;

The night from its meridian did declinc,
Inspir'd by them, my thoughts dare upward move, An hour propitious to the black design:
And visit regions of the bleit above. [small, When sleep and reft their peaceful laws maintain,

Thus from your hand w'admire the globe in And o'er the globe b' infectious silence reign;
A copy fair as its original :

While death-like flumbers every bosom seize, This labour's to the whole creation just,

Unbend our minds, and weary'd bodies ease :
Second to none, and rival to the firit,

Now fond Amalis finds his drooping breast
The artful spring, like the diffusive soul,

Heavy with wine, wich amorous cares opprest;
Informs the machine, and directs the whole : Not all the joys expecting lovers feel
Like Nature's self, it fills the spacious throne,

Can from his breat the drowsy charm repel;
And unconfin'd sways the fair orbs alone;

In vain from wine his passion seeks redress,
Th' una dive parts with awful silence wait, Whose treacherous force the flame it rais'd betrays:
And from its nod their birth of motion date : Weak and unnerv'd his useless limbs became,
Like Chaos, they obey the powerful call,

Bending beneath their ill-supported frame ;
Move to its found, and into measures fall.

Vanquish'd by that repose from which he flies,
Now slumbers close his unconienting eyes.

But fad Theutilla's cares admit no rest,

Repose is banish'd from her mournful breast; THE RAPE OF THEUTILLA.

A faithful guard does injur'd virtue keep,

And from her weary limbs repulses sleep.
Imitated from the Latin of Famianus Strada.

Oft she reflects with horror on the rape,
Qft tries each avenue for her escape;
Though still repulse upon repulse she bears,

And finds no passage but for lighs and tears :
Theutilla, a fair young virgin, who, to avoid the Then, with the wildness of her soul let loose,

addresses of those many admirers her beauty drew And all the fury that her wrongs infuse;
about her, assumed the habit of a religious order,

She weeps, she raves, she rends her flowing hair,
and wholly withdrew herself from the eye and Wild in her grief, and raging with despair,
converse of the world : but the conimon report At length her restless thoughts an utterance find,
of her beauty had so inflamed Analis (a young And vent the anguish of her labouring mind:
person of quality) with love, that cne night, in Whilft all diffolv'd in calmer tears she said,
a debauch of wine, he conimands his servants to “ Shall I again be to his arms betray'd!
force her dormitory, and bear off, though by " Again the toil of loath'd embraces bear,
violence, the lovely votarels; which having fuc « And for some blacker scene of luft prepare !
cessfully performed, they bring Theutilla to their « First may his bed ny guiltless grave become,
expecting lord's apartment, the scene of the en “ His marble roof my unpolluted tomb;
suing poem.

« Then, just to honout, and unftain'd ip fame,

« The urn that hides my dust conceals my shame.
Soon as the tyrant her bright form survey'd, “ Heaven gave me virtue, woman's frail defence,
He grew inflam'd with the fair captive maid : “ And beauty to moleft that innocence :
A graceful furrow in her looks the bears,

" In vain I call my virtue to my aid,
Lovely with grief, and beautiful in tears;

" When thus by treacherous beauty I'm betray'd. Her mien and air relistless charms impart,

" Yet to this hour my breast no crime has Forcing an easy passage to his heart:

“ known,

Long he devours her beauties with his eyes, “ But, coldly chaste, with virgin brightness
While through his glowing veins th’infection iies; “ As now unfully'd by a winter's sun.
Swifter than lightning to his breast it canic, • Not arts, nor ruder force of men prevail'd,
Like that, a fair, but a destructive flame.

“ My tears found pity, when ny language fail'd. Yet she, though in her young and blooning state, ,

" Oft have these violated locks been torn, Poflett a soul, beyond a virgin's, great;

" And injur'd face their favage fury borne ; No charms of youth her colder bosom niove, “ Ost have my bloody robes their crimes confeft, Chafte were her thoughts, and most averse to love: “ And pointed daggers glitter'd at my breast;


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