VI.

Or place me now beneath the Torrid Zone,
To live a Borderer on the Sun:

Send me to fcorching Lands; whose Heat
Guards the deftructive Soil from Humane Feet:
Yet there I'll fing Maria's Name,

And fport, uninjur'd, 'midft the Flame:
Maria's Name! That will create, even there,
A milder Climate, and more temperate Air,

ODE XXII.

Paraphraftically Imitated by Mr. J. H.

Never Printed before.

Integer vitæ, fcelerifque purus, &e.

I.

Ence flavish Fear, thy Stygian Wings difplay!
Thou ugly Fiend of Hell, away!

Wrapt in thick Clouds and Shades of Night,
To confcious Souls direct thy Flight!

There brood on Guilt, fix there a loath'd Embrace,
And propagate vain Terrors, Frights,
Dreams Goblins, and imagin'd Sprights,
Thy vifionary Tribe, thy black and monstrous Race.

Go, haunt the Slave that flains his Hands in Gore!
Poffefs the perjur'd Mind, and wrack the Ufurer more
Than his Oppreffion did the Poor before.

II.

Vainly, you feeble Wretches! you prepare
The glut'ring Forgery of War;

The

Yender difplay'd the warlike Banner bears
REVENGE, infcrib'd in bloody Characters.
Revenge and Ruin lead the furious Band;
Horror and difmal Deaths its Steps attend;
Conqueft at length comes panting up behind.
Methinks the azure Curtains of the Sky
Op'ning, prefent all Heav'n unto my wond'ring Eye..
The Gods are all in Counfel fate,
Determining the Trojan Fate.

Jove's Thunder-bearer arm'd does ftand;
Pallas her Ægis takes in hand:
And all but Venus will comply
With Troy's determin'd Deftiny.

Under her Conduct, thou in vain shalt bear
The hard Fatigues of unsuccessful War.
Some Love-Intreague more ski full to attempt,
Braver in Venus than in Mars bis.Camp:
Where theu might'ft out of Danger range and rove
Through all the hidden Mysteries of Love:
Where thou might'ft with Perfumes anoint thy Hair,
And tune in wanton Airs thy warbling Lyre,
Grateful and pleafing to the feeble Fair.

III.

But in her Camp in vain fhalt theu refide,
In Pleasure drown'd and with Enjoyment. cloy'd:
In vain fhalt thou attempt to fly

From thy pursuing Destiny:··

At length thou shalt (but oh too late!)
Feel the long, long deferved Blow of Fate.
See, fee Ulyffes and the Pylion Sire
For fculking Paris earnestly enquire.
See fierce Merion feeks to bring him forth,
Big with a fwelling Tide of Wrath..

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And all the injur'd Greeks, whofe bleeding Wounds
Excite their Courage to redress their Wrongs.
Whofe reaking Swords when feeble you ‹
Half Dead with Fear shall trembling view,
Swift, as the panting Doe

Spying the Wolf her hungry Foe,

Winged with Fear, thou'lt leave the warlike Seat,
And feek amongst the Fair a safe Retreat.

IV.

Achilles fhall awhile refent his Wrong,

Whofe Abfence may the Trojan Fate prolong:
But when appeas'd, no more fhall he retreat,
But with redoubled Force his Blows repeat, '
Until in Seas of Blood he quench his angry Heat.
Thousands of Men shall fall, and Trojan Dames,
Embarqu'd for Styx in their own Crimson Streams.
At length ten rowling Years fhall bring about the times;'
When Troy first drown'd in Blood must end in Flames.
Then in one blazing Pile fhall Troy expire,

And then thy Flames of Love shall end in Flames of Fire.

ODE XIX.

By Mr. CONGREVE.
Mater fæva Cupidinum, &c.

In the Third Mifcellany. Page 137.

HE Tyrant Queen of foft Defires,

THE

With the resistless Aid of sprightly Wine,

And wanton Eafe, confpires:

To make my Heart its Peace refign,

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And

And to admit Love's long rejected Fires.

For beauteous Glycera I burn;

The Flames fo long repell'd with double force return:
Endless her Charms appear, and fhine more bright_
Than polifh'd Marble when reflecting Light:
With winning Coynefs the my Soul difarms.
And when her Looks are coldest, moft fhe warms:
Her Face darts forth a thousand Rays

Whofe Lufire an unwary Sight betrays,

My Eye-balls fwim, and I grow giddy while I gaze.

She comes! She comes! fhe rushes in my Veins!
At once all Venus enters, and at large the reigns!
Cyprus no more with her Abode is bleft,

I am her Palace, and her Throne my Breaft.
Of Savage Scythian Arms no more I write,
Or Parthian Archers, who in flying fight;
And make rough War their sport;
Such idle Themes no more fhall move
Nor any thing but what's of high Import;
And what's of high Import but Love?
Vervain and Gums, and the green Turf prepare ;
With Wine of two Years Old, your Cups be fill'd:

After our Sacrifice and Pray'r,

The Goddess may incline her Heart to yield,

QDE

ODE XXII.

By Lord ROSCOMMON.

Integer Vitæ, &c.

Printed in the First Part of Mifcellany Poems, Page 99.

Irtue, Dear Friend, needs no Defence,

Virtue,

The fureft Guard is Innocence:

None knew, 'till Guilt created Fear,

What Darts or poyfon'd Arrows were.

Integrity undaunted goes

Through Lybian Sands or Scythian Snows,
Or where Hydafpes wealthy fide

Pays Tribute to the Perfian Pride.

For as (by amorous Thoughts betray'd)
Careless in Sabine Woods I ftray'd,
A grifly foaming Wolf, unfed,
Met me unarm'd, yet trembling fled.

No Beaft of more portentous Size,'
In the Hercinian Forest lyes;
None fiercer, in Numidia bred,
With Carthage were in Triumph led.

Set me in the Remoteft Place,
That Neptune's frozen Arms embrace,
Where angry Jove did never spare
One Breath of kind and temp'rate Air;

Let