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And what hereafter may betide
No living casuist can decide.

The days of man are fii'd by fate,
Dark and obscure, though short the date.

Then let me, warm with wine, advance,
And revel in the tipscy dance;
Or, breathing odours, sport and play
Among the fair, among the gay.
As for those stubborn fools that will
Be wretched, be they wretched still.
But let us gaily drink, and join
To celebrate the god of wine.



When Bacchus, jolly god, invites,
In sprightly dance my heart delights;
When with blithe youths I drain the bow],
The lyre can harmonize my foul:
But when, indulging amorous play
I frolic with the fair and gay,
With hyacinthine chaplet crown'd,
Then, then the sweetest joys abound;
My honest heart nor envy bears,
Nor envy's poifon'd arrows fears;
By rankling malice never stung,
1 shun the venom-venting tongue.
And at the jovial banquet hate
Contentions, battles, and debate:
When to the lyre's melodious found
With Phyllis in the dance 1 bound,
The blooming fair, the silver lyre,
Should < nly dance and love inspire:
Then let us pals life's peaceful day
In mirth and innocence away.



Thee, sweet grashepper, we call
Happiest of inlecis ail,
Who from spray to Ipray canst skip,
And the dew oi nicrnmg sip:
Little sipsinlpire ro sing;
Then idout't happy as a king.
All, whatever thou caulk fee.
Herbs and flowers belong to thee;
All the various seasons yield,
Ail the produce of the field.
Thou, quite innocent ol harm,
Lov st the farmer and the farm;
bingiifg sweet when summer's near,
Thou to all mankind art dear;
Dear to all the tuneful nine
Seated round the throne divine;
Dear to Phcebus, god of day,
He infpir'd thy sprightly lay,
And v- ith voice melodious blest,
And in vivid colours drest,
Thou from spoil ot time art free;
Age can never injure thee.
Wisest daughter of the earth!
fond os st>Dg, and full of mirth;

Fret from flesh, exempt from pains,
No blood riots in thy veins;
To the blest I equal thee;
Thou'rt s> demi-deity.



I Dream's that late 1 pinions wore,

And swiftly seem'd thn ugh air to soar;

J." fleeter Cupid quick as thought,

Purfu'd, and in an instant caught,

Though at his fret hung weights of lead:

What can this vision mean, 1 said

Its mystic fense I thus explain;

1 who ere while have worn the chain

Of many a fair-one for a day,

Then flung the flowery band away, 10

Am now involv'd and fetter'd fast

In link* that will for ever last.

B) another Hand.

As the god of manual arts ,

Forg'd at Lemnos miflile darts,

Dart* of steel for Cupid's bow,

Source of joy, and source of woe;

Venus, fast as Vulcan wrought,

Ting'd them in a honey'd draught:

Bat ber son in bitter gall

Ting'd them, doubly-ting'd them all.

Here, rclcas'd from wars alarms,

Enters the flerce god ot arms; 10

Whether led by will or chance,

Here he shakes his weighty lance.

Cnpid's shafts with scornfnl eyes

Strait he views, and strait decries;

•* Thi« is flight, and that a toy,

* Fit for children to employ." « These (said Cupid) I admit

* Toys indeed, for children fit:

* But, if I divine aright,

* Take it this is not so slight.' 40

Mar* receives it; Venus smiles

At her son's well-scason'd wiles.
Mars with fuddtti pain possell.
Sighs from out hi* inmost breast:
"Cupid, you aright divine,
■ Not so slight this shaft of thine;
"Small os size but strong of make!
u Take it—1 have try'd it—take."
'No, reply'd the wanton boy,

* Keep it, Mar», 'tis but a tuy.' 30


The Power or coi».

Love's a pain that works our woe;
Not to love, is painful too:
But, ajas! the greatest pain
Waits the love that meets disdain.

What avails ingenuous worth, Sprightly wit, or noble birth? AU these virtues useless prove; Gold alone engages love.

May he be completely curst, Who the sleeping mischief first A Wak'd to life, and vile before, Stamp'd with worth the fordid ore. Gold creates in brethren strife; Gild destroys the parent's life; Gold produces civil jars, Murders, massacres, and wan: But the worst effect of gold, Love, alas '. is bought and fold.



Yes, yes, t own, I love to fee
Old men facetious, blithe, and free;
I love the youth that light can bound.
Or graceful f -vim th' harmonious round:
But when old-age jocose though gray,
Can dance and frolic with the gay;
'I 15 plain to all the jovial throng.
Though hoar the head, the heart is young.


By Dr. Broome.


Give me Homer's tuneful lyre,
Let the found my breast inspire '.
But with no troublesome delight
Os arms, and heroes slain in fight:
Let it play no conquests here,
Or conquests only o'er the fair '.

Boy, reach that volume—book divine!
The statutes of the god of \cinc:
He, legislator, statutes draws.
And I, his judge, enforce his laws;
And, faithful to the weighty trust,
Compel his votaries to be just;
Thus, round the bowl impartial flies,
fill to the sprightly dance we rise j
We frisk it with a lively bound,
Charm'd with the lyre's harmonious found;
Then pour forth, with au heat divine.
Rapturous songs that breathe of wine

By another Hand.


While you my lyre's soft numbers hear.
Ingenious painter, lend an ear.
And, while it charms your ravifh'd heart,
Display the wonders of your art.

Hrst draw a nation blithe and pay,
Laughing and sporting life away;
Let them in sprightly dances bound.
While their shrill pipes the Bacchtr found;
And, if yon cm perfection give,
Bid every breaching figure live:
And then, lest life insipid prove,
To nuke them Vippy, bid them love.

By Dr. Broome.


See! fee' the jolly god appear*,

H.- hand a mighty goblet bears;

With sparkling wine full thar,'d it flows,

The fov'reign cure of human woes
Wine gives a kird release from care,

And cwrsge to subdue the fair;

Instruct* the cheerful to advance,

Harmonious in the sprightly dance.

Hail, goblet, rich with generous wines!

See '■ round the verge a vine-branch twines. 10

See' how the mimic clusters rail,

As ready to rcfil the bowl.

Wine keeps its happy patients free
From every painful malady;
Our best physician all the year;
Thus guarded, no disease we sear,
Ko troublesome disease of mind
Until another year grows kind,

Asd loads again the fruitful vine,

Asd brings again our health—new wine. ao

By another Hand.

Rare artist, whose inventive skill

Could this orb with wonders fill!

Where the mimic ocean glides

Srjft with the well dissembled tides;

The waves seem floating, and above

Shines the beauteous queen of love:

The workman's fancy mounted high,

And stole th' idea from the Iky.

Transporting sight!—the waves conceal

Eat what 'twere impious to reveal! 10

She, like some flower all blossom'd gay;

Shines along the smiling way.

The amorous waters, as (he swims,

Crowd to embrace her snowy limbs;

Then, proudly swelling to be prest,

Beneath her snowy fragrant breast,

Ambitiously uprise on high,

And lift the goddess to the Iky:

And, while her lucid limbs they lave,

She brightens the transparent wave; 30

So violets enlighten'd glow,

SoiTcmnded by the lily's snow.

Bat tee! a lovely smiling train,
Conspicuous o'er the limpid main,
The queen attends! in triumph moves
Gay Cupid with his laughing love-.
On dolphins borne, in slate they ride,
And beautify the silver tide;

Teak:. II.

Dancing around in shoals they play,

And humble adoration pay. 3©

Rare art, that life to phantoms gives! See! see! a second Venus lives.


By Dr. Broome,


lo 1 the vintage now is done!

And purpled with th' autumnal fun:

The grapes gay youths and virgins bear,

The sweetest product os the year!

In vats the heavenly lo id they lay,

And swift the damsels trip away;

The youths alone the wine-press tread,

For wine's by skilful drunkards made.

Meantime the mirthful song they raise,

lo! Bacchus to thy praise I JQ

And viewing the blest juice in thought,

Quafs an imaginary draught.

> aily through wine the old advance,
And doubly tremble in the dance:
,In fancy'd youth they chant and play,
Forgetful that their locks are gray.

Through wine the youth completes his loves;
He haunts the silence of the groves: ,
Where stretch'd beneath th' embowering shade
He sees some love-inspiring maid; 30
On beds of rosy sweets she lies,
Inviting sleep to close her eyes:
Fast by her side his limbs he throws,
Her hand he presses—breathes his vows;
And cries, " My love, my soul, comply
"This instant, or alas1 I die."
In vain the youth persuasion tries!
In vain !—her tongue at least denies:
Then, scorning death through dull despair,
He storms th' unwilling willing fair; 30
Blessing the grapes that could dispense
The happy, happy impudence.

By Dr. Broome.


Come, lyrist, tune thy harp, aud play
Responsive to my vocsl lay;
Gently touch it, while I ling
The rose, the glory os the lpring.

To heaven the rose in fragrance flies,
The sweetest incense of the skie«.
Thee, joy of earth, when vernal hours
Pour forth a blooming waste of flowers,
The gaily smiling graces wear
A trophy in their flowing hair: 19
Thee Venus, queen of beauty, loves,
And, crown'd with thee, more graceful moves.

In fabled song, and tuneful lays, Their favourite rose the muses praise } To pluck the rose the virgin train With blood their pretty singers stain;

Nor dread the pointed terrors round,

That threaten and inflict a wound:

See! how they wave the charming toy,

Now kiss, now snuff the fragrant joy. 20

The rose the poets strive to j raise.
And for it would exchange their bays;
O! ever to the sprightly feast
Admitted, welcome, pleasing guest!
But chiefly when the goblet flows,
And rosy wreaths adorn our brows!

Lovely smiling rose, how sweet
All objects here thy beauties meet 1
Aurora, with a blushing ray,
And rosy fingers, spreads the day: 30

The graces more enchanting (how,
When rosy blushes paint their snow;
And every pleas'd beholder fecks
The rose in Cytherea's checks.

When pain afflicts, or sickness grieves,
Its juice the drooping heart relieves;
And, after death, its odours shed
A pleasing fragrance o'er the dead;
And when its withering charms decay,
And sinking, fading, die away, 40

Ttiumphant o'er the rage of time,
It keeps the fragrance of its prime.

Come, lyrist, join to sing the birth
Of this sweet offspring of the earth I

When Venus from the ocean's bed
Rai.'d o'er the waves her lovely head;
When warlike Pallas sprung from Jove,
Tremendous to the powers above,
To grace the world the teeming earth
Gave the fragrant infant birth; jo

And, " This," she cry'd, " I this ordain
"My favourite, queen of flowers to reign."

But first, th' assembled gods debate
The suture wonder to create;
Agreed at length, from heaven they threw
A drop of rich nectareous dew:
A bramble-stem the drop receives,
And strait the rose adorns the leaves.

The gods to Bacchus gave the slower,
To grace him in the genial hour. 60


By Dr. Brotnt.


Wills sprightly youth my eyes survey,
1 too am young, and I am gay;
In dance my active body swims.
And sudden pinions lift my limbs.

Haste, crown, Cybeba, crown my brows,
With garlands of the fragrant rose!
Hsncc, hoary age '.—I now am young,
And dance the mirthful youths ambng.

Come then, my friends, the goblet drain!
Blest juice!—I feel thee in each vein! to

See! how with active bounds 1 spring!
How strong, and yet how sweet I sing:

How blest am I, who thus excel fa pleating arts of trifling well I


By Dr. Brume.


Tut stately steed expressive bears

A mark imprinted on his hairs:

The turban, that adorns the brows

Of Asia's sons, the Parthian shows:

And mark* betray the lover's heart, * j

Deeply engrav'd by Cupid's dart:

I plainly read them in his eyes,

That look too foolish, or too wise.


By Dr. Brotnt.
oi.n ACE.

Alas! the powers of life decay!
My hairs are fall'n, or turn'd to gray;
The smiling bloom, and youthful grace,
Is banish'd from my faded face:
Thus mato beholds, with weeping eyes,
Himself half-dead before he dies.

For this, and for the grave I fear,
And pnur the never-ceasing tear:
A dreadful prospect strikes my eye,
I soon must sicken, soon must die. 1 «•

For this the mournful groan I shed,
I dread—alas! the hour I dread!
What eye can stedfastly survey
Death, and its datk tremendous way?
For soon as fate has clos'd our eyes,
Man dies—for ever, ever dies!
All pale, all senseless in the urn!
Never, ah! never to return.



Bring hither, boy, a mighty bowl,
And let me quench my thirsty soul;
Fill two parts water, fill it high,
Add one of wine, for I am dry:
Thus let the limpid stream allay
The jolly god's too potent sway.

Quick, boy, dispatch—My friends, no more.
Thus let us drinking rant and roar;
Such clamorous riot better suits
Unpolifh'd Scythia's barbarous brutes: 1«

Let us, while music tunes the soul,
Mix temperance in the friendly bowl.



As late of flo-w'rets fresh and fair

I wove a chaplet for my hair,

Beneath a rose, gay summer's pride,

The wanton god of love I spy'd,

I seiz'd him, resolute of soul,

And pluug'd him in my slowing bowl,

Resolv'd to have a draught divine,

And fairly swallow'd him in wine:

E'er since hit fluttering wings impart

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Wrt thus with scornful look you fly,

Wild Thracian filly, tell me why t

Thick'a thou that I no (kill possess,

Ard vu[ both courage and addrcsi f

Know, that whenever 1 think fit

To tame thee with a galling hit,

Just where i please, with tighten'd rein,

I'll urge thee round the dully plain,

Now on the flowery turf you feed,

Or lightly bound along the mead, to

»o wild, so wanton, and untry'd,

You want some youth to mount and ride.



Visits, fair queen of god« above,

Cupid thou mighty power of love,

Aud Hymen bland, by heaven design'd

The fruitful source of human kind:

To you, at to the lyre I sing,

Flows honour from the sounding string;

Propitious to the numbers prove,

0, Venus, Hymen, god of love.

Vcw, gentle youth, with rapture view

Tin blooming bride, ordaih'd for you: 10

Asfe quick, and feast on all her charms,

Lett, like a bird, she fly your arms.

O iuppy youth! by Venus blest,

Mat happier on Myrilla's breast:

'See how the fair-one, sweetly coy,

'All toft confusion, meets the joy,

'Blooming as health, fresh as May-flowers,

'And bright as ladiant noon-tide hours.'

Of all the flowers upon the plains,
Toe rose unmatch'd in beauty reigns; 10
M;nl!a thus in charms excells,
&c shines the rose among the belles.

0 may, blest youth, the god of day
The pleasing toils of love survey;
And may a beauteous blooming boy
Crown your soft vows with lasting joy!



Wren gold, that fugitive unkind,
With pinions swifter than the wind,
Flics from my willing arms away, ,
(For gold with me will never stay)
With careless eyes his flight I view,
Who would perfidious foes pursue?
When from the glittering mischief frecj
What mortal can compare with me i
AU my inquietudes of mind

1 give to murmur with the wind:
Love sweetly tunes my melting lyre
To tender notes of soft desire.

But when the vagrant finds I burn With rage, and flight him in his turn)

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He comes, my quiet to destroy?

With the mad family of joy:

Adit-u to love, and fust desire!

He steals me from my sothing lyre.

0 faithli ss gold' thou dear deceit! Say, wilt thou still my faricy cheat? This lute far sweeter transport brings. Mire pleasing these love warbled It rings j F r thou with envy and with wiles Me of my dearest love bcgui'es, Dashing the cup of lwcct desire, And rebb'st me of my golden lyre. Then, for with me thou wilt not stay,' To faithless Pnrygians speed'st away, Pr ud and assiiluous to please Those sons of prrfidy and ease.

Me from tht muse thou w>uld'st detain fiut all thy tempting arts are vain; Ne'er shall my voice forget to sing, Nor this right hand to touch the string: Away to other climes! Farewell! ■ Leave me to tune the vocal shell.



What bright joy can this exceeds
This of roving o'er the mead.'
Where the hand of Flora poursj
Sweetest, voluntary flow'rs:
Where the zephyr s balmy gale
Wantons in the lovely vale.
O! how pleasing to recline
Underneath the spreading vinej
In the close concealment laid
With a love inspiring maid!
Fair, and sweet, and young, and gaTj
Chatting all the live-long day.


Michtt god of flames and dartsj

Great controuler of all hearts;

With thee Venus, lovely fair,

Venus with the golden hair,

And the bright-ey'd Dryads play.

Nymphs that on the mountains stray:

Come, propitious to my vow,

Leave the the mountain's rugged brow;

Q^ick descend into the plain,

Wncre the object of my pain,

Sweet Eurypyle i:i parts

Anxious hopes to youthful hearts;

Melt to love the yielding fair,

Teach her not to give despair;

ThoU my passion must approve^

Melt the yielding fair to love.



Idalian god, with golden hair;
O Cupid, eter young and fair;


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