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And others added by prophetic doom,
And lovers yet unborn, and loves to come:
For there th’ Idalian mount, and Citheron,
The court of Venus was in colours drawn :
Before the palace-gate, in careless dress,
And loose array, sat portress idleness:
There, by the fount, Narcissus pin'd alone.;
There Sampson was; with wiser Solomon,
And all the mighty names by love undone.
Medea's charms were there, Circean feasts,
With bowls that turn’d enamour'd youths to beasts,
Here might be seen, that beauty, wealth, and wit,
And prowess to the pow'r of love submit:
The spreading snare for all mankind is laid;
And lovers all betray, and are betray'd.
The goddess' self fome noble hand had wrought;
Smiling she seem’d, and full of pleasing thought:
From ocean as the first began to rise,
And smooth'd the ruffled feas and cleard the skies;
She trod the brine all bare below the breast,
And the green waves but ill conceald the res;
A lute she held ; and on her head was seen
A wreath of roses red, and myrtles green;
Her turtles fann'd the buxom air above;
And, by his mother, food an infant love,
With wings unfledg'd ; his eyes were banded o’er:
His hands a bow, his back a quiver bore,
Supply'd with arrows bright and keen, a deadly store.
But in the dome of mighty Mars the red
With diff'rent figures all the sides were spread;
This temple, less in form, with equal grace,
Was imitative of the first in Thrace:
For that cold region was the lov'd abode,
And sov'reign manfion of the warrior god.
The landscape was a forest wide and bare ;
Where neither beast, nor human kind repair ;



The fowl, that scent afar, the borders fly,
And shun the bitter blaft, and wheel about the sky.
A cake of fcurf lies baking on the ground,
And prickly stubs, instead of trees, are found;
Or woods with knots and knares deform'd and old;
Headless the most, and hideous to behold:
A rattling tempeft through the branches went,
That stripp'd 'em þare, and one fole


they bent.
Heav'n froze above, fevere, the clouds congeal,
And thro' the chryftal vault appear'd the itanding hail,
Such was the face without: a mountain stood
Threatning from high, and overlook'd the wood:
Beneath the low’ring brow, and on a bent,
'The temple stood of Mars armiponent:
The frame of burnish'd steel, that caft a glare
From far, and seem'd to thaw the freezing air.
A strait long entry to the temple led,
Blind with high walls; and horror over head :
Thence issued such a blast, and hollow roar,
As threaten’d: from the hinge to heave the door;
In through that door, a northern light there shone;
'Twas all it had, for windows there were none,
The gate was adamant; eternal frame!
Which, hew'd by Mars himself, from Indian quarries came,
The labour of a God; and all along
Tough iron plates were clench'd to make it strong.
A tun about was ev'ry pillar there;
A polish'd mirror shone not half so clear.
There faw I how the secret felon wrought,
And treason lab’ring in the traitor's thought:
And midwife time the ripen'd plot to murder brought,
There the red anger dar'd the pallid fear;
Next stood hypocrisy, with holy leer;
Soft smiling, and demurely looking down,
But hid the dagger underneath the gown:

Th'affaffinating wife, the houshold fiend;
And far the blackest there, the traitor-friend,


On t'other side there stood destruction bare;
Unpunish'd rapine, and a waste of war.
Contest, with sharpen'd knives, in cloisters drawn,
And all with blood bespread the holy lawn.
Loud menaces were heard, and foul disgrace,
And bawling infamy, in language base ;
Till sense was loft in found, and silence fled the place.
The slayer of himself yet saw I there,
The gore congeal'd was clotted in his hair:
With eyes halt clos'd, and gaping mouth he lay,
And grim, as when he breath'd his sullen soul away.
In midst of all the dome, misfortune sat,
And gloomy discontent, and fell debate,
And madness laughing in his ireful mood;
And arm'd complaint on theft; and cries of blood.
There was the murder'd corps, in covert laid,
And violent death in thousand shapes display'd :
The city to the soldiers rage resign'd:
Successless wars, and poverty behind :
Ships burnt in fight, or forc'd on rocky shores,
And the raih hunter strangled by the boars :
The new-born babe by nurses overlaid ;
And the cook caught within the raging fire he made.
All ills of Mars his nature, flame and iteel;
The gasping charioteer, beneath the wheel
Of his own car; the ruin'd house that falls
And intercepts her lord betwixt the walls:
The whole division that to Mars pertains,
All trades of death that deal in steel for gains,
Were there : the butcher, armourer, and (mith,
Who forges Tharpen'd fauchions, or the scythe.
The scarlet conquest on a tow'r was plac'd,
With shouts, and soldiers acclamations grac'd :
A pointed sword hung threatning o'er his head,
Suitain'd but by a slender twine of thread.
There saw I Mars his ides, the capitol,
The feer in vain foretelling Cæsar's fall;


The last triumvirs, and the wars they move,
And Anthony, who lost the world for love.
There, and a thousand more, the fane adorn ;
Their fates were painted ere the men were born,
All copied from the heav'ns, and ruling force
Of the red far, in his revolving course.
The form of Mars high on a chariot stood,
All leath'd in arms, and gruffly look'd the God:
Two gcomantic figures were display'd
Above his head, a warrior and a maid,
One when direct, and one when retrograde.

Tird with deformities of death, I haite
To the third temple of Diana chalte.
A sylvan scene with various greens was drawn,
Shades on the sides, and on the midst a lawn:
The silver Cynthia, with her nymphs around,
Pursu'd the flying deer, the woods with horns resound;
Califto there ftood manifest of Thame,
And, turn'd a bear, the northern star became :
Her son was next, and by peculiar grace
In the cold circle held the second place:
The stag Acteon in the stream had spy'd
The naked huntress, and, for seeing dy'd:
His hounds, unknowing of his change pursue
The chace, and their mistaken master flew.
Peneian Daphne too was there to see,
Apollo's love before, and now his tree:
Th’adjoining fane th' assembled Greeks express’d,
And hunting of the Caledonian beaft.
Oenides' valor, and his envy'd prize ;
The fatal pow'r of Atalanta's eyes ;
Diana's vengeance on the victor shown,
The murdress mother; and consuming fon ;
The Volscian queen extended on the plain ;
The treason punish'd, and the traitor slain.
The rest were various huntings, well design'd,
And savage beasts deftroy'd, of ev'ry kind.

The graceful goddess was array'd in green;
About her feet were little beagles seen,
That watch'd with upward eyes the motions of their

Her legs were buskin'd, and the left before;
In act to shoot, a silver bow she bore,
And at her back a painted quiver wore.
She trod a wexing moon, that foon would wane,
And drinking borrow'd light, be fill'd again :
With dowacaft eyes, as seeming to survey
The dark dominions, her alternate sway.
Before her stood a woman in her throes,
And call's Lucina's aid, her burden to disclose.
All these the painter drew with such command,
That Nature inatch'd the pencil from his hand,
Aiham’d and angry that his art could feign
And mend the tortures of a mother's pain.
Theseus beheld the fanes of ev'ry God,
And thought his mighty cost was well beftow'd.
So princes now their poets should regard;
But few can write, and fewer can reward.

The theatre thus rais'd, the lists enclos'd,
And all with vait magnificence dispos'd,
We leave the monarch pleas'd, and halte to bring
The knights to combat; and their arms to fing.

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