Or feeks his Wat❜ring in the well-known Flood,
To quench his Thirft, and cool his fiery Blood;
He fwims luxuriant in the liquid Plain,
And o'er his Shoulder flows his waving Main;
He neighs, he fnorts, he bears his Head on high;
Before his ample Cheft the frothy Waters fly.Dryd.Virg.
HUMAN MIND.
What high Perfections grace the human Mind,
In Flesh imprifon'd, and to Earth confin'd !
What Vigour has the What a piercing Sight?
Strong as the Winds, and sprightly as the Light?
She moves unweary'd as the active Fire,
And, like the Flame, her Sight to Heav'n afpire.
By Day her Thoughts in never-ceafing Streams
Flow clear, by Night they strive in troubled Dreams.
She draws ten thousand Landscapes in the Brain,
Dresses of airy Forms an endless Train,
Which all her intellectual Scenes prepare,
Enter by turns the Stage, and disappear.
To the remoter Regions of the Sky
Her fwift-wing'd thought can in a Moment fly;
Climb to the heights of Heav'n to be employ'd
In viewing thence th' interminable Void.
Can look beyond the Stream of Time to fee
The ftagnant Ocean of Eternity.
Thoughts in an inftant thro' the Zodiack run,
A Year's long Journey for the lab'ring Sun :
Then down they fhoot as fwift as darting Sight,
Nor can oppofing Clouds retard their Flight:
Thro' Subterranean Vaults with ease they sweep,
And fearch the hidden Wonders of the Deep. Black.Creat
HUMAN REASON.
But oh! how dark is human Reason found, How vain the Man, with Wit and Learning crown'd How feeble all his Strength, when he effay ays Torace dark Nature, and detect her Ways,
Unless he calls its Author to his Aid,
Who ev'ry fecret Spring of Motion laid;
Who over all his wondrous Works prefides,
And to their useful Ends their Caufes guides?
These Paths in vain are by Enquirers trod :
There's no Philofophy without a God. Black, Creat.
Famish'd with Want, we Wilds and Defarts tread, And fainting wander for our needful Bread, Where Wolves and Tygers round in Ambush lye, And Hofts with naked Swords stand threatning by: But keener Hunger, more a Beast of Prey,
More fharp than thefe, more ravenous than they, Thro' Swords, and Wolves, and Tygers, breaks our (bitter Way. Southcot's Pray. of Jer.,
Now Canter glows with Phabus' fiery Car;
The Youth rufh eager to the Sylvan war;
Swarm o'er the Lawns, the Foreft-Walks furround,
Rowze the fleet Hart, and chear the opening Hound.
Th' impatient Courfer pants in ev'ry Vein,
And pawing feems to bear the distant Plain,
Hills, Vales, and Floods appear already croft,
And ere he starts a thousand Steps are loft.
See the bold Youth ftrain up the threatning Steep,
Rufh thro' the Thickets, down the Valleys fweep,
Hang o'er their Courfers Heads with eager fpeed,
And Earth rolls back beneath the flying Steed.
Let old Arcadia boaft her fpacious Plain.
Th'immortal Huntress, and her Virgin Train;
Nor envy Windfor! Since thy Shades have feen
As bright a Goddess, and as chaft a Queen ;
Whofe Care like hers, protects the Sylvan Reign,
The Earth's fair Light, and Emprefs of the Main.
Pope's Wind. Foreft.
So the stanch Hound the trembling Deer perfues, And smells his Footsteps in the tainted Dews. The tedious Track unrav'ling by Degrees; But when the Scent comes warm in ev'ry Breeze, Fir'd at the near Approach, he shoots away On his full Stretch, and bears upon his Prey. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a Wood of Crete they bay'd the Boar With Hounds of Sparta. Never did I hear Such gallant Chiding for befides the Groves, The Skies, the Fountains, ev'ry Region near, Seem'd all one mutual Cry. I never heard So mufical a Discord, such sweet Thunder ! My Hounds are bred out of the Spartan Kind; So flu'd, fo fanded, and their Heads are hung With Ears that sweep away the Morning Dew; Crook-kneed, and dewlap'd like Theffalian Bulls, Slow in Perfuit, but match'd in Mouths like Bells, Each under each: a Cry more tuneable
Was never hallow'd to, nor chear'd with Horn.
(Shak, Midfum, Night's Dream,
Th' unexpected Sound
Of Dogs and Men, his wakeful Ears does wound:
Rowz'd with the Noife he fcarce believes his Ear,
Willing to think th' Illufion of his Fear
Had giv'n this falfe Alarm: but ftrait his View
Confirms that more than all his Fears is true :
Betray'd in all his Strength; the Wood befet ;
All Inftruments, all Arts of Ruin met;
He calls to Mind his Strength, and then his Speed,
His winged Heels, and then hisarmed Head ;
With thofe t' avoid, with this his Fate to meet;
But Fear prevails, and bids him truft his Feet.
So faft he flies, that his reviewing Eye
Has loft the Chacers, and his Ears the Cry:
Exulting, 'till he finds their nobler Senfe
Their difproportion'd Speed does recompenfe :
Then curfes his confpiring Feet, whofe Scent
Betrays that Safety which their Swiftnefs lent:
Next tries his Friends; among the bafer Herd,
Where he fo lately was obey'd and fear'd,
His Safety feeks: the Herd unkindly wife,
Or chaces him from thence, or from him Aies:
Like a declining States-man, left forlorn,
To his Friends Pity, and Perfuers Scorn,
With Shame remembers when himself was one
Of the fame Herd, himself the fame had done.
Then to the Coverts and the confcious Groves,
The Scenes of his paft Triumphs and his Loves,
Sadly furveying where he rang'd alone,
Prince of the Soil, and all the Herd his own;
And, like a bold Knight-Errant, did proclaim
Combat to all, and bore away the Dame;
And taught the Woods to echo to the Stream
His dreadful Challenge, and his closhing Beam.
Yet faintly now declines the fatal Strife,
So much his Love was dearer than his Life!
Now ev'ry Leaf, and ev'ry moving Breath
Prefents a Foe, and ev'ry Foe a Death.
Weary'd, forfaken, and perfu'd, at last
All Safety in Defpair of Safety plac'd,
Courage he thence refumes, refolv❜d to bear
All their Affaults, fince 'tis in vain to fear.
And now too late he wishes for the Fight,
That Strength he wafted in ignoble Flight.
But when he fees the eager Chace renew'd,
Himfelf by Dogs, the Dogs by Men perfu'd,
He strait revokes his bold Refolve, and more
Repents his Courage, than his Fear before;
Finds that uncertain Ways unfafest are,
And Doubt a greater Mifchief than Despair :
Then to the Stream, when neither Friends, nor Force,
Nor Speed, nor Art avail, he shapes his Course.
Thinks not their Rage fo defp'rate to essay
An Element more mercilefs than they :
But fearlefs they perfue, nor can the Flood
Quench their dire Thirft: alas! they thirst for Blood.
So towards a Ship the Oar-finn'd Galleys ply,
Which wanting Sea to ride, or Wind to fly,
Stands but to fall reveng'd on thofe that dare
Tempt the laft Fury of extreme Despair.
So fares the Stag among th' enraged Hounds,
Repels their Force, and Wounds returns for Wounds.
HUSBAND and WIFE.
What can be fweeter than our native Home;
Thither for Eafe, and foft Repose we come.
Home is the facred Refuge of our Life,
Secur'd from all Appoaches but a Wife:
If thence we fly, the Caufe admits no Doubt :
None but an inmate Foe could force us out :
Clamours our Privacies uneafy make;
Birds leave their Nefts difturb'd,and Beasts their Haunts
Or like the Hell-borne Hydra, which they faine, That great Aclides whylome over-threw,
After that he had labour'd long in vaine,
To crop his thoufand Heads, the which still new
Forth budded, and in greater Numbers grew.
Such own it was, as that renowned Snake Which great Aclides in Stremona flew,
Long fofter'd in the filth of Lerna lake, Whofe many heads out-budding ever new, Did breed him endlefs Labour to fubdue,
At lenght they chanc't to meet upon the way
An aged Sire, in long black weeds yclad,
His feet all bare, his beard all hoarie graie,
And by his belt his book he hanging had ;
Sober he feem'd, and very fagely fad,
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