Let conquering kings new trophies raise,

And melt in court delights,

Her eyes can give me brighter days,
Her arms much softer nights.

[Sheffield, DuKE OF BUCKINGHAM.]

FROM all uneasy passions free,
Revenge, ambition, jealousy,
Contented, I had been too blest
If love and you had let me rest :
Yet that dull life I now despise ;

Safe from your eyes

I fear'd no griefs, but then I found no joys.

Amidst a thousand kind desires

Which beauty moves, and love inspires,
Such pangs I feel of tender fear,

No heart so soft as mine can bear.

Yet I'll defy the worst of harms,

Such are your charms,

'Tis worth a life to die within your arms.

[BY THEOBALD.]

OFT on the troubled ocean's face
Loud stormy winds arise;
The murmuring surges swell apace,
And clouds obscure the skies.

But when the tempest's rage is o'er,

Soft breezes smooth the main ;

The billows cease to lash the shore,

And all is calm again.

Not so in fond and amorous souls
If tyrant love once reigns,
There one eternal tempest rolls
And yields unceasing pains,

FLY, thoughtless youth, th' enchantress fly !*
To other climes direct thy way;
Let honour's plume attract thine eye,
Nor waste in indolence the day:

* This piece is taken from a publication entitled, Sentimental Tales, in which the loves of Catullus and Lesbia are formed into a fictitious story, intermixed with several poetical translations and imitations from Catullus's Works. -This however seems entirely original.

She nor regards thy sighs or tears,

She triumphs in thy jealous fears,

Lyears.

And would rejoice to blast the blossom of thy

Yet yonder myrtle's fragrant shade,

Where sparkling winds the crystal rill,
Has seen this false, this cruel maid,
Fond as her wanton lover's will:

Has seen thee on her breast reclin❜d,

Has seen her arms around thee twin'd, [kind. While with caresses sweet she woo'd thee to be

But since no more th' inconstant fair

Will listen to thy tender vow,

Let nobler objects claim thy care,
And bid the faithless maid adieu.

Adieu, false beauty! hence no more

Catullus will thy smile implore,

[shore.

To shun thy hated charms he seeks a foreign

Him thou wilt mourn, when sure decay

Shall rob that form of every grace;

And for each charm it steals away,

Shall add a wrinkle to that face:

No lover then for thee will sigh,

Or read the glances of thine eye,

[die.

Or on thy once lov'd breast in amorous transports

Alas, Catullus! you in vain

Would spurn imperial beauty's sway;
Fast bound in Venus' magic chain,

Soon will each rebel wish decay;
Ev'n now, should Lesbia hither move
In her accustom'd looks of love,

How weak, how feeble all thy strong resolves would prove.

[LANSDOWN.]

PREPAR'D to rail, resolved to part,
When I approach the perjur'd maid
What is it awes my timorous heart?
Why is my tongue afraid?

With the least glance a little kind

Such wond'rous power have Myra's charms, She calms my doubts, enslaves my mind, And all my rage disarms.

Forgetful of her broken vows

When gazing on that form divine,

Her injur'd vassal trembling bows,

Nor dares her slave repine.

[OTWAY.]

COME all ye youths whose hearts e'er bled,

By cruel beauty's pride;
Bring each a garland on his head,

Let none his sorrows hide :

But hand in hand around me move,
Singing the saddest tales of love;
And see, when your complaints ye join,
If all your wrongs can equal mine.

The happiest mortal once was I,
My heart no sorrows knew ;
Pity the pain with which I die,

But ask not whence it grew :

Yet if a tempting fair you find,
That's very lovely, very kind,

Tho' bright as heaven whose stamp she bears,
Think of my fate, and shun her snares.