Slaughter upon its Point in Triumph fate,
And scatter'd Death as quick and wide as Fate.

SOLITUDE.

O Solitude! firft State of human Kind,

Which bleft remain'd, 'till Man did find
Ev'n his own Helper's Company!

As foon as two, alas! together join'd,
The Serpent made up three.

Thee God himself thro' countless Ages, thee
His fole Companion chofe to be!
Thee, facred Solitude! alone,

Before the branchy Head of Numbers three
Sprung from the Trunk of one.

Ah! wretched and too folitary He,

Who loves not his own Company!
He'll feel the Weight of 't ev'ry Day,

Unless he call in Sin or Vanity,
To help to bear't away.

For Solitude fometimes is beft Society.
In Solitude.

What Happiness? Who can enjoy alone?
Or all enjoying what Contentment find?

SORRO W.

He at the News

Old.

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Heart-ftruck, with chilling Gripe of Sorrow ftood,
That all his Senfes bound.

Milt

Milt.

Some fecret Anguish rouls within his Breaft, That shakes him, like an Earthquake, which he preffes, And will not give it vent.

He blushes and would speak, and wants a Voice,

And stares, and gapes like a forbidden Ghost.

(Dryd. Cleom Darkness, and Solitude, and Sighs, and Tears, And all th' infeparable Train of Grief, Attend my Steps for ever.

Dryd. Amphit.

Confufion, Fear, Distraction, and Difgrace, And filent Shame are feen on ev'ry Face. Dryd. Virg. All Ages, all Degrees unfluice their Eyes;

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And Heav'n and Earth refound with Murmurs,Groans (and Cries. Matrons and Maidens beat their Breafts, and tear Their Habits, and root up their fcatter'd Hair.

(Dryd. Ovid.

Mean time no fquallid Grief his Looks defiles, He guilds his fadder Fate with nobler Smiles. Thus the World's Eye, with reconciled Streams Shines in his Showers, as if he wept his Beams. Clear.

SOUL.

The Soul, 'tis true, condemn'd a while by Fate, To this dull Prifon, grieves the preffing Weight, Continu'd Doubts, and endless Tumults rife, While Reafon dictates ftill what Senfe denies : Prefs'd down by Clay, the ftoops to low Defires, And doats on Earth, and fancy'd Good admires : But when the rifing Mind, impartial views Her wond'rous felf, and her own Thoughts perfues, How vain the tranfient Show of Things around, What worthless Baits are guilty Pleafures found! She fpurns her Cage, and takes unbounded Flight To Heav'n, her blissful Home, and to Etherial Light,

SPIRIT S.

Spirits, that live throughout

Vital in ev'ry Part, not as frail Man,

In Entrails, Head or Heart, Liver or Reins,
Cannot, but by annihilating, die;

Nor in their liquid Texture mortal Wound
Receive, no more than can the fluid Air:
All Heart they live, all Head, all Eye, all Ear,
All Intellect, all Senfe; and, as they pleafe,
They limb themfelves, and Colour, Shape, or Size
Assume, as likes them beft, condense or rare.

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For Spirits, when they please,

Cn either Sex affume, or both; so soft,
And uncompounded is their Effence pure,
Not ty'd or manacl'd with Joynt or Limb,
Nor founded on the brittle Strength of Bones,
Like cumbrous Flesh, but in what Shape they chufe,
Dilated or condens'd, bright or obfcure,

Can execute their airy Purposes,

And Works of Love or Enmity fulfil.

SPRING.

When the bright Orb, to folace Southern Seats, Inverts his Courfe, and from the North retreats; And he advances, his indulgent Beam

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Makes the glad Earth with fresh Conceptions team; Reftores their leafy Honours to the Woods,

Flow'rs to the Banks, and Freedom to the Floods;
Unbinds the Turf, exhilerates the Plain,
Brings back his Labour, and recruits the Swain
Thro' all the Soil a genial Feriment spreads,
Regenerates the Plants, and new adorns the Meads:
The Birds on Branches perch'd, or on the Wing,
At Nature's verdant Reftauration fing,
And with melodious Lays falute the Spring.

As in the youthful Spring we often see
The flow'ry Bloffoms on fome blooming Tree,
Which promifes delicious Fruit, and keeps
The fanguin Cherry for the Ladies Lips:
But if fome Wind, or ruder Clown shall shake
The hopeful Boughs, or tender Branches break,
The Longings of the teeming Wife are croft,
And all the early Hopes of Summer loft.

The Seafons too obferv'd, of fov'reign Ufe,
Much to a beauteous Progeny conduce;
Of all, the Spring-Embraces beft fucceed,
Productive of the frongeft, fanguin Breed:
Then Nature kindly animates the Earth,
And quickens with an universal Birth ;

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The Air impregnated with fruitful Rays,
Reviving Force, and genial Warmth conveys.
When with his golden Horns in full Carrier
The Bull beats down the Barrier of the Year;
And Argos and the Dog forfake the Northern Sphere.
(Rowe's Call.
The Spring adorns the Woods, renews the Leaves,
The Womb of Earth the genial Seed receives;
For then Almighty Jove defcends, and pours
Into his buxom Bride his fruitful Show'rs;
And mixing his large Limbs with hers, he feeds
Her Births with timely Juice,and fosters teeming Seeds.
Then joyous Birds frequent the lonely Grove,
And Beafts, by Nature ftung, renew their Love.
Then Fields the Blades of bury'd Corn disclose,
And while the balmy Western Spirit blows,
Earth to the Breath her Bofom dares expofe.
With kindly Moisture then the Plants abound,
The Grafs fecurely Springs above the Ground:
The tender Twig fhoots upward to the Skies,
And on the Faith of the new Sun relies.

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The fwerving Vines on the tall Elms prevail, Unhurt by Southern Show'rs, or Northern Hail : They fpread their Gems the genial Warmth to fhare, And boldly trust their Buds in open Air.

In this foft Seafon, (let me dare to fing)

The World was hatch'd by Heav'ns imperial King,
In Prime of all the Year, and Holy-Days of Spring,
Then did the new Creation first appear,

Nor other was the Tenour of the Year;

When laughing Heav'n did the great Birth attend,
And Eastern Winds their wintry Breath fufpend;
Then Sheep firft faw the Sun in open Fields,
And favage Beasts were sent to stock the Wilds;
And golden Stars flew up to light the Skies,
And Man's relentless Race from stony Quarries rife.
Nor could the tender new Creation bear
Th' exceflive Heats or Coldness of the Year;
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But chill'd by Winter, or by Summer fir'd,
The middle Temper of the Spring requir'd :
When Warmth and Moisture did at once abound,
And Heav'n's Indulgence brooded on the Ground.
When Spring makes equal Day;

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When western Winds on curling Waters play;
When painted Meads produce their flow'ry Crops,
And Swallows twitter on the Chimney-tops.
See on the Shore inhabits purple Spring,
Where Nightingales their love-fick Ditties fing;
See Meads with purling Streams, with Flow'rs the
(Ground,
The Grotto's cool with fhady Poplars crown'd,
And creeping Vines on Arbours fwerv'd around.
The early dawning of the Year,
While yet the Spring is young, while Earth unbinds
Her frozen Bofom to the western Winds;
While Mountain Snows diffolve against the Sun,
And Streams yet new, from Precipices run.

When Winter's Rage abates, when chearful Hours
Awake the Spring, and Spring awakes the Flow'rs:
'Tis then the Hills with pleafing Shades are crown'd,
And Sleeps are sweeter on the filken Ground.
With milder Beams the Sun fecurely fhines,
Fat are the Lambs, and luscious are the Wines.
The purple Spring arrays the various Ground :
The Trees are cloath'd with Leaves, the Fields with
The Bloffoms blow, the Birds on Bushes fing, (Grafs,
And Nature has accomplish'd all the Spring,

(Dryd. Virg.

Now turning from the wintry Signs, the Sun His Course exalted, thro' the Ram had run : And whirling up the Skies, his Chariot drove Thro' Taurus, and the light fome Realms of Love; When Venus from her Orly defcends in Show'rs To glad the Ground,and paint the Fields with Flow'rs:

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