Attentive to her pray'r the god reply'd,

"Why doft thou ask what has not been deny'd? "Jove's bounteous hand has lavish'd all his pow'r, "And making what he is can add no more: "Yet fince I joy in what I did create

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'Iwill prolong the fav'rite Warwick's fate,[date.' And lengthen out his years to fome uncommon

TO LADY JANE WHARTON,

ON HER STUDYING THE GLOBE.

WHILE O'er the Globe, fair Nymph! your fearches And trace its rolling circuit round the fun, [run, You feem'd the world beneath you to furvey

With eyes ordain'd to give its people day;

With two fair lamps methought your nations fhone,
While ours are poorly lighted up by one.

How did thofe rays your happier empire gild!
How clothe the flow'ry mead and fruitful field!
Your earth was in eternal fpring array'd,
And laughing Joy amidst its natives play'd.

Such is their day, but cheerlefs is their night,
No friendly moon reflects your abfent light:
And oh! when yet ere many years are past
Thofe beams on other objects shall be plac'd,
When fome young hero with refiflefs art

Shall draw thofe eyes and warm that virgin heart,
How fhall your creatures then their loss deplore,
And want thofe funs that rife for them no more!
The blifs you give will be confin'd to one,
And for his fake your world must be undone.

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TO MRS. PULTENEY,

UPON HER GOING ABROAD.

TIR'D with the frequent mifchiefs of her eyes
To diftant climes the fair Belinda flies;
She fees her spreading flames confume around,
And not another conqueft to be found:
Secure in foreign realms at will to reign
She leaves her vaffals here with proud difdain;
One only joy which in her heart she wears
The dear companion of her flight the bears.
Æneas thus a burning town forfook,
Thus into banishment his gods he took,
But to retrieve his native Troy's difgrace
Fix'd a new empire in a happier place.

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EPIGRAM

On a Lady whe feed her Water at seeing the Tragedy of Cato, occafioned by an Epigram on a Lady who wept at it.

WHILST maudlin Whigs deplore their Cato's fate,
Still with dry eyes the Tory Celia sat ;

But tho' her pride forbad her eyes to flow
The gufhing waters found a vent below.

Tho' fecret, yet with copious streams fhe mourns, 5
Like twenty river gods with all their urns.
Let others fcrew an hypocritick face,
She fhews her grief in a fincerer place.
Here Nature reigns and paffion void of art,
For this road leads directly to the heart.

IMITATED IN LATIN.

PLORAT fata fui dum cætera turba Catonis,
Ecce! oculis ficcis Cælia fixa fedet;

At quanquam lacrymis faftus vetat ora rigari,
Invenêre viam quâ per opaca fluant :

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Clam dolet illa quidem, manat tamen humor abundè,

Numinis ex urnâ, ceu fluvialis aqua.

Diftorquent aliæ vultus, fimulantque dolorem:

Quæ magè fincera eft Cælia parte dolet.
Quâ mera natura est, non personata per artem,
Quâque itur rectâ cordis ad ima viâ,

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EPIGRAM.

TO THE TWO NEW MEMBERS FOR BRAMBER, 1708.
THO' in the Commons' House you did prevail,
Good Sir Cleeve Moore and gentle Master Hale!
Yet on good luck be cautious of relying;
Burgefs for Bramber is no place to die in.
Your predeceffors have been oddly fated;
Afgill and Shippen have been both translated.

EPIGRAM

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On the Prince of Wales, then Regent, appearing at the
Fire in Spring-Garden, 1716.

THY Guardian, bleft Britannia! scorns to fleep
When the fad fubjects of his father weep;
Weak princes by their fears increase distress;
He faces danger and so makes it lefs.

Tyrants on blazing towns may fmile with joy;
He knows to fave is greater than destroy.

ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR 1716.

I.

HAIL to thee, glorious rising Year!

With what uncommon grace thy days appear!

Comely art thou in thy prime,
Lovely child of hoary Time!
Where thy golden footsteps tread
Pleasures all around thee spread;

Blifs and beauty grace thy train:

Mufe! ftrike the lyre to fome immortal frain.
But oh! what skill, what mafter-hand,

Shall govern or conftrain the wanton band!

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Loofe like my verfe they dance, and all without com

Ye fcowling Shades who break away,

Well do ye fly and fhun the purple day!
Ev'ry fiend and fiend-like form,

Black and fullen as a storm,

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Jealous Fear and falfe Surmife,

Danger with her dreadful eyes,

Faction, Fury, all are fled,

And bold Rebellion hides her daring head.
Behold, thou gracious Year! behold

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To whom thy treasures all thou shalt unfold,

Forwhom thywhiter days were kept from times of old!