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How mournful Myrrha for her crimes appears, 'Tis therefore my advice, in haste we send,
And heals hysteric matrons still with tears; And beg the faculty to be our friend;
How Mentha and Althea, uywiphs no more, Send swarms of patients, and our quarrels end.
Revive in sacred plants, and health restore; So awful beadies, if the vagrant treat, 191
How sanguine swaius their amorous hours repent, Straight turn familiar, and their fasces quit.
When pleasure's past, and pains are permanent; In vain we but contend, that planet's power
And how frail nymphs oft, by abortion, aim Those vapours can disperse it rais'd before."

To lose a substance, to preserve a name. 140 As be prepar'd the mischief to recite,
" Soon as each member in his rank was plac'd, Keen Colocynthus ? paus'd, and foam'd with spite.
The assembly Diasenna 1 thus address'd:

Sour ferments on his shining surface swim, “My kind confederates, if my poor intent, Work up the froth, and bubble o'er the brim: As 't is sincere, had been but prevalent,

Not beauties fret so much if freckles come, We here had met on some more safe design, Or nose should redden in the drawing-room; 200 And on no other business but to dine;

Or lovers that mistake th'appointed hour, The faculty had still maintain'd their sway, Or in the lucky minute want the power, And interest then had bid us but obey;

Thus he- Thou scandal of great Pæan's art, This only emulation we had known,

At thy approach the springs of Nature start, Who best could fill his purse, and thin the town. The nerves unbrace: nay, at the sight of thee, But now from gathering clouds destruction pours, A scratch turns cancer, itch a leprosy. Which ruins with mad rage our halcyon hours: Could'st thou propose, that we; the friends of Fates, Mists from black jealousies the tempests form, Who fill churchyards, and who unpeople states, Whilst late divisions reinforce the storm.

Whó baffle Nature, and dispose of lives, 209 Know, when these feuds, like those at law, were Whilst Russel", as we please, or starves or thrises, past,

Should. e'er submit to their despotic will, The winners will be losers at the last.

Who out of consolation scarce can kill ? Like heroes in sea-fights we seek renown;

The towering Alps shall sooner sink to vales, To fire some hostile ship, we burn our own.

And leeches, in our glasses, swell to whales; Whoe'er throws dust against the wind, descries | Or Norwich trade in instruments of steel, He throws it, in effect, but in his eyes. 160 | And Birmingham in stuffs and druggets deal! That juggler which another's sleight will show, Alleys at Wapping furnish us new modes, But teaches how the world his own may know. | And Monmouth-street, Versailles with riding“Thrice happy were those golden days of old,

hoods! When dear as Burgundy, ptisans were sold; The sick to th’ Hundreds in pale throngs repair, When satients chose to die with better will, And change the Gravel-pits for Kentish air! 290 Than breathe, and pay th’apothecary's bill: Our properties must on our arms depend; And, cheaper than for our assistance call, 'Tis next to conquer, bravely to defend. Might go to Aix or Bourbon, spring and fall. "T is to the vulgar death too harsh appears; Then priests increas'd, and piety decay'd,

The ill we feel is only in our fears. Churchmen the church's purity betray'd,

“ To die, is landing on some silent shore, Their lives and doctrine slaves and atheists made. Where billows never break, nor tempests roar: The laws were but the hireling judge's sense; Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 'tis o'er, Juries were sway'd by venal evidence.

The wise through thought th' insults of death defy; Fools were promoted to the council-board,

The fools, through blest insensibility. Tools to the bench, and bullies to the sword. n 'Tis what the guilty fear, the pious crave; 250 Pensions in private were the senate's aim ; Sought by the wretch, and vanquish'd by the brave. And patriots for a place abandon'd fame.

It eases lovers, sets the captive free; “ But now no influencing art remains,

And, though a tyrant, offers liberty. For Somers has the seal, and Nassau reigns.

“Sound but to arms, the foe shall soon confess And we, in spite of our resolves, must bow, 180 Our force increases, as our funds grow less; And suffer by a reformation too,

And what requir'd such industry to raise, For now late jars our practices detect,

We'll scatter into nothing as we please, And mines, when oncediscovered, lose effect. Thus they'll acknowledge, to annihilate Dissensions, like small streams, are first begun, Shows no less wondrous power than to create. Scarce seen they rise, but gather as they run: We'll raise our numerous cohorts, and oppose So lines that from their parallel decline,

The feeble forces of our pigmy foes;
More they proceed, the more they still disjoin. Legions of quacks sball join us on the place,

From great Kirleus down to doctor Case.

Though such vile rubbish sink, yet we shall rise;
Ver. 182. “But now late jars our practices detect, Directors still secure the greatest prize.
For mines, when once discover'd, lose th'effect. Such poor supports serve only like a stay;
Dissensions, like small streams, are first begun,

The tree once fix'd, its rest is torn away. Scarce seen they rise, but gather as they run.

“So patriots, in time of peace and ease, So lines that from their parallel decline,

Forget the fury of the late disease: More they advance, the more they still disjoin. On dangers past serenely think no more, 250 'Tis therefore my advice, in haste we send, And curse the hand that heal'd the wound before, And beg the faculty to be our friend.”

“Arm therefore, gallant friends, 't is honour's As he revolving stood to say the rest,

Or let us boldly fight, or bravely fall!" (call; Rough Colocynthus thus his rage exprest.

2 Dare, an apothecary. Gilstorp, an apothecary:

A celebrated undertaker of funerals.

To this the session seem'd to give consent, | Where Bentley !, by old writers, wealthy grew, Much lik'd the war, but dreaded much th' event And Briscoe 'lately was undone by new; At length, the growing difference to compose,

There triumphs a physician of renown, Two brothers, nam'd Ascarides 4, arose.

To none, but such as rust in health, unknown. Both had the volubility of tongue,

None e'er was plac'd more Gtly, to impart In meaning faint, but in opinion strong.

Ilis known experience, and his healing art. 10 To speak, they both assum'd a like pretence; 260 When Burgess deafens all the listening press The elder gain'd his just pre-eminence.

With peals of most seraphic einptiness; Thus be: “'Tis true, when privilege and right Or when mysterious Freeman mounts on high, Are once invaded, honour bids us fight.

To preach his parish to a lethargy ; But ere we once engage in honour's cause,

This Æsculapius waits bard by, to ease First know what honour is, and whence it was.' The maityrs of such Christian cruelties.

Scorn'd by the base, 'tis courted by the brave, Long has this darling quarter of the town, The hero's tyrant, and the coward's slave;

For lewdness, wit, and gallantry, been known. Born in the noisy camp, it lives on air,

All sorts meet here, of whatsoe'er degree,
And both exists by hope and by despair : | To blend and justle into harmony.
Angry whene'er a moment's ease we gain, 270 The critics each adventurous author scan,
And reconcil'd at our returns of pain.

And praise or censure as they like the man.
It lives, when in death's arins the hero lies: The weeds of writings for the flowers they cull;
But when his safety he consults, it dies,

So nicely tasteless, so correctly dull ! Bigoted to this idol, we disclaim

The politicians of Parnassus prate, Rest, health, and ease, for nothing but a name. And poets canvass the affairs of state; “Then let us, to the field before we move,

The cits ne'er talk of trade and stock, but tell Know, if the gods our enterprise approve. How Virgil writ, how bravely Turnus fell. Suppose th' unthinking faculty unveil

The country-dames drive to Hippolito's, What we, through wiser conduct, would conceal : First find a spark, and after lose a nose. 30 Is 't reason we should quarrel with the glass 280 | The lawyer for lac'd coat the robe does quit, That shows the monstrous features of our face? He grows a madınan, and then turns a wit. Or grant some grave pretenders bave of late And in th' cloister pensive Strephon waits, Thought fit an innovation to create ;

Till Cloe's hackney comes, and then retreats; Soon they 'll repent what rashly they begun: And if th' ungenerous nymph a shaft lets fly, Though projects please, projectors are undone. More fatally than from a sparkling eye, All novelties must this success expect,

| Mirmillo ?, that fam'd Opifer, is nigh.. When good, our envy; and when bad, neglect; | The trading tribe oft, thither throng to dine, If reason could direct, ere now each gate

And want of elbow-room supply in wine. Had born some trophy of triumphal state;

Cloy'd with variety, they surfeit there, Temples had told how Greece and Belgia owe 290 Whilst the wan patients on thin gruel fare. Troy and Namur to Jove and to Nassau,

"Twas here the champions of the party met, “ Then, since no veneration is allow'd,

Of their heroic enterprise to treat. Or to the real, or th' appearing good;

Each hero a tremendous air put on, The project that we vainly apprehend

And stern Mirmillo in these words begun : Must, as it blindly rose, as vilely end.

“'Tis with concern, my friends, I meet you here; Some members of the faculty there are,

No grievance you can know, but I must share. Who interest prudently to oaths prefer.

'Tis plain, my interest you've advanc'd so long, Our friendship with feign'd airs they poorly court, Each fee, though I was mute, would find a tongue. And boast, their politics are our support:

And, in return, though I have strove to rend 50 Them we'll consult about this enterprise,

300 Those statutes, which on oath I should defend : And boldly execute what they advise."

Such arts are trifles to a genercus mind : Bat from below, while such resolves they took, Great services, as great returns should find. Some Aurum Pulminans the fabric shook. | And you 'll perceive, this hand, when glory calls, The channpions, daunted at the crack, retreat, Can brandish arms as well as urinals. Regard their safety, and their rage forget.

« Oxford and all her passing-bells can tell, So when at Bathos Earth's big offspring strove By this right-arm what mighty numbers feil. To scale the skies, and wage a war with Jore; Whilst'others meanly ask'd whole months to slay, Soon as the ass of old Silenus bray'd,

I oft dispatch'a the patient in a day :
The trembling rebels in confusion fled.

With pen in hand I push'd to that degree, 60
I scarce had left a wretch to give a fee.

Some fell by laudanum, and some by steel,

And death in ambush lay in every pill,
Not far from that frequented theatre,

For, save or slay, this privilege we claim, Where wandering punks each night at five repair;

Though credit suffers, the reward's the same. Where purple emperors in buskins tread,

“What though the art of healing we pretend, And rule imaginary worlds for bread;

He that designs it lcast, is most a friend.

Into the right we err, and must confess

To oversights we often owe success. Ver. 288. If things of use were valued, there had | Thus Bessus got the battle in the play ; 70 been

His glorious cowardice restord the day. Some workhouse where the Monument is seen,

Two booksellers. • The Pearces, apothecaries,

Dr. Gibbons.

So the fam'd Grecian piece ow'd its desert Nor must we the obsequious Umbra 6 spare,
To chance, and not the labour'd strokes of art. Who soft by nature, yet declar'd for war. 140

“Physicians, if they're wise, should never think | But when some rival power invades a right, Of any arins but such as pen and ink:

Flies set on flies, and turtles turtles fight. But th' enemy, at their expense, shall find

Else courteous Umbra to the last had been When honour calls, I'll scorn to stay behind.” Demurely incek, insipidly serene.

He said and seal'd th’ engagement with a kiss, With him, the present still some virtues have ; Which was return'd by younger Ascaris 3;

The vain are sprightly; and the stupid grave; Who thus advanc'd: “Each word, Sir,you impart, The slothful, negligent; the foppish, neat; Has something killing in it, like your art. 80 | The lewd are airy; and the sly, discreet; How much we to your boundless friendship owe, | A wren, an eagle; a baboon, a beau; Our files can speak, and your prescriptions show. Colt?, a Lycurgus; and a Phocion, Rowe, 150 Your ink descends in such excessive showers, Heroic ardour now th' assembly warms, 'Tis plain, you can regard no health but ours. Each combatant breathes nothing but alarms. Whilst poor pretenders puzzle o'er a case, For future glory while the scheme is laid, You but appear, and give the coup de grace. Fam'd Horoscope thus offers to dissuade : O that near Xanthus banks you had but dwelt, “Since of each enterprise th'event's unknown, When llium first Achaian fury felt!

We'll quit the sword, and hearken to the gown. The horned river then had curs'd in vain [slain: Nigh lives Vagellius, one reputed long Young Peleus' arm, that chok'd his stream with For strength of lungs, and pliancy of tongue. No trophies you had left for Greeks to raise; 91 For fees, to any form he moulds a cause, Their ten years toil, you'd finish'd in ten days. The worst has merits, and the best has flaws. 160 Fate smiles on your attempts; and, when you list, Five guineas make a criminal to-day; In vain the cowards fly, or brave resist.

And ten to morrow wipe the stain away. Then let us arm, we need not fear success

Whatever he affirms is undeny'd, No labours are too hard for Hercules.

Milo's the letcher, Clodius th' homicide; Our military ensigns we'll display;

Cato pernicious, Cataline a saint, Conquest pursues, where courage leads the way.” Orford suspected, Duncomb innocent. To this design shrill Querpo * did agree,

To law then, friends, for 'tis by Fate decreed, A zealous member of the faculty;

100 Vagellius, and our money, shall succeed.
His sire's pretended pious steps he treads, Know, when I first invok'd disease by charms
And where the doctor fails, the saint succeeds. To prove propitious to our future arms, 170
A conventicle flesh'd his greener years,

| Ill omens did the sacrifice attend,
And his full age the righteous rancour shares. Nor would the Sybil from her grot ascend."
Thus boys hatch game-eggs under birds of prey, As Horoscope urg'd farther to be heard,
To make the fowl more furious for the fray. He thus was interrupted by a bard" :
Slow Caruss pext discover'd his intent,

“In vain your magic mysteries you use,
With painful pauses muttering what he ineant. Such sounds the Sibyl's sacred ears abuse.
His sparks of life, in spite of drugs, retreat, These lines the pale divinity shall raise,
So cold, that only calentures can heat. 110 Such is the power of sound, and force of lays.
In his chill veins the sluggish puddle flows,

• Arms meet with arms, fauchions with fau| And loads with lazy fogs his sable brows.

chions clash,"

180 Legions of lunatics about him press;

And sparks of fire struck out from armour flash. His province is, lost reason to redress.

Thick clouds of dust contending warriors raise, So when perfumes their fragrant scent give o'er, 3 And hideous war o'er all the region brays. Nought can their odour, like a jakes, restore. Some raging ran with huge Herculean clubs, When for advice the vulgar throng, he's found Somė massy balls of brass, some mighty tubs With lumber of vile books beseig'd around.

Of cinders bore.The gazing throng acknowledge their surprise, 4 Naked and half-burnt hills with hideous wreck And, deaf to reason, still consult their eyes. 120 Affright the skies, and fry the ocean's back.” Well be perceives, the world will often and,

As he went rumbling on, the fury straight To catch the eye is to convince the mind.

Crawl'd in, her limbs could scarce support her Thus a weak state by wise distrust inclines

weight. To numerous stores, and strength in magazines. A rueful rag her meagre forehead bound, 190 So fools are always most profuse of words, And faintly her furr'd lips these accents sound: And cowards never fail of longest swords.

“Mortal, how dar'st thou with such lines address Abandon'd authors here a refuge meet,

My awful seat, and troable my recess? And from the world to dust and worms retreat. In Essex marshy hundreds is a cell, Here dregs and sediment of auctions reign, Where lazy Pogs and drizzling Vapours dwell: Refuse of fairs, and gleanings of Duck-lane, 130 | Thither raw Damps on drooping wings repair, And up these walls much Gothic lumber climbs, | And shivering Quartans shake the sickly air. With Swiss philosophy, and Rhunic rhymes. There, when fatigu’d, some silent hours I pass, Hither, retriev'd from cooks and grocers, come | And substitute physicians in my place. Mede's works entire, and endless reams of Blome.

Then dare not, for the future, once rehearse 200 Where would the long neglected Collins fly,

The dissonance of such untuneful verse;
If bounteous Carus should refuse to buy?
But each vile scribbler's happy on this score : 6 Dr. Gould.

7 Sir H. Dutton Colt, He'll find some Carus still to read him o'er.

& Mr. Anthony Rowe. 9 Sir Barth. Shower.

I Sir Richard Blackmore.' King Arthur, p. 307. 3 Mr. Parrot. Dr. Hove. 5 Dr. Tyson. • King Arthur, p. 327. *Prince Arthur, p. 130. But in your lines let energy be found,

| Or, if the stubborn rage of cold prevail, And learn to rise in sense and sink in sound. | In flakes they fly, or fall in moulded hail; Harsh words, though pertinent, uncouth appear; J How honey-dews embalm the fragrant morn, None please the fancy, who offend the ear.

And the fair oak with luscious sweets adorn ; 260 In sense and numbers if you would excel,

How heat and moisture mingle in a mass,
Read Wycherley, consider Dryden well.

Or belch in thunder, or in lightning blaze;
In one, what vigorous turos of fancy shine! | Why nimble corruscations strike the eye,
In th' other, Syrens warble in each line. 209 And bold tornados bluster in the sky;
If Dorset's sprightly Muse but touch the lyre, | Why a prolific aura upwards tends,
The Smiles and Graces melt in soft desire,

Ferments, and in a living shower descends;
And little Loves confess their amorous fire. How vapours hanging on the towering bills
The gentle Isis claims the ivy crown,

In breezes sigh, or weep in warbling rills; To bind th' immortal brows of Addison.

| Whence infant winds their tender pinions try, As tupeful Congreve tries bis rural strains, And river-gods their thirsty urns supply. 270 Pan quits the woods, the listening Fawns the | The wondering sage pursues his airy flight, plains;

And braves the chill unwholesome damps of night: And Philomel, in notes like his, complains. He views the tracts where luminaries rove, And Britain, since Pausanias 7 was writ,

To settle seasons here, and fates above; Knows Spartan virtue, and Athenian wit.

To bleak Arcturus still forbid the seas, When Stepney paints the godlike acts of kings, The stormy Kids the weeping Hyades; Or, what Apollo dictates, Prior sings; 220 | The shining lyre with strains attracting more The banks of Rhine a pleas'd attention show, Heaven's glittering mansions now than Hell's And silver Sequana forgets to flow.

Glad Cassiopeia circling in the sky, [before; "Such just examples carefully read o'er, And each fair Churchill of the galaxy. 280 Slide without falling; without straining soar. Aurora, on Etesion breezes borne, Oft though your strokes surprise, you should not With blushing lipsbreathes out the sprightly morn: A theme so inighty for a virgin Muse. [choose Each flower in dew their short-liv'd empire weeps, Long did Apelles his fam'd piece decline;

And Cynthia with her lov'd Endymion sleeps. His Alexander was his last design.

As through the gloom the magus cuts his way 'Tis Montague's rich rein alone mast prove, 230 Imperfect objects tell the doubtful day; None but a Phidias should attempt a Jove." Dim he discerns majestic Atlas rise, .

The fury paus'd, till with a frightful sound And bend beneath the burden of the skies; A rising whirlwind burst th' unballow'd ground. His towering brows aloft no tempests know, Then she-“The deity we Fortune call,

Whilst lightning flies, and thunder rolls below. 290 Though distant, rules and influences all.

Distant from hence beyond a waste of plains, Straight for her favour to her court repair; Proud Teneriff, his giant brother, reigns; Important embassies ask wings of air.”

With breathing fire his pitchy nostrils glow, Each wondering stood; but Horoscope's great | As from his sides he shakes the fleecy snow. soul,

Around this hoary prince, from watery beds, That dangers ne'er alarm, uor doubts control, His subject islands raise their verdant heads; Rais'd on the pinions of the bounding wind, 240 | The waves so gently wash each rising bill, Out.flew the rack, and left the hours behind. The land seems floating, and the ocean still.

The evening now with blushes warms the air, 1 Eternal spring with smiling verdure here The steer resigns the yoke, the hind his care. Warms the mild air, and crowns the youthful year. The clouds above with golden edgings glow, From crystal rocks transparent rivulets flow; 301 And falling dews refresh the earth below. 245 The tuberose ever breathes, and violets blow; The bat with sooty wings flits through the grove, The vine undress'd her swelling clusters bears, The reeds scarce rustle, nor the aspines move, The labouring hind the mellow olive cheers; And all the feather'd folks forbear their lays of Blossoms and fruit at once the citron shows, love.

And, as she pays, discovers still she owes. Through the transparent region of the skies, The orange to her sun her pride displays, Swift as a wish, the missionary fies:


250 And gilds her fragrant apples with his rays. With wonder he surveys the upper air,

No blasts e'er discompose the peaceful sky, And the gay gilded meteors sporting there; The springs but murmur, and the winds but sigh. How lainbent jellies, kindling in the night,

The tuneful swans on gliding rivers foat, [310 Shoot through the ether in a trail of light; And warbling dirges die on every note. How rising steams in th’azure fluid blend, Where Flora treads, her zephyr garlands flings, Or fleet in clouds, or soft in showers descend; And scatters odours from his purple wings;[groves

Whilst birds froin woodbine bowers and jasmine VARIATIONS.

Chant their glad nuptials, and unenvy'd loves. After ver. 212, these lines are omitted :

Mild seasons, rising hills, and silent dales, The Tiber now no gentle Gallus sees,

Cool grottos, silver brooks, and flowery vales, But smiling Thames enjoys her Normanbys.

| Groves fill'd with halmy shrubs, in pomp appear,

And scent with gales of sweets the circling year.320 Ver. 332. The Fury said ; and vanishing from

These happy isles, where endless pleasures wait, sight,

Are styl'd by tuneful bards--the Fortunate. Cry'd out, to arms; so left the realms of light,

On high, where no hoarse winds nor clouds resort, The combatants to th’enterprize, consent,

The hoodwink'd goddess keeps ber partial court: And the next day smil'd on the great event.

Upon a wheel of amethyst she sits, 7 Pausanias, written by Mr. Norton

Gives and resumes, and smiles and frowns by fits. 40

In this still labyrinth, around her lic

I Have I made South and Sherlock disagree,
Spells, philters, globes, and schemes of palmistry: nd puzzle truth with learn'd obscurity?
A sigil in this hand the gipsy bears,

nd does the faithful Ferguson profess In th other a prophetic sieve and sheers. 330 His ardour still for animosities?

The dame, by divination, knew that soon Have I, Britannia's safety to ensure, The magus would appear and then begun: Expos'd her naked to be most secure? “ Hail sacred seer! thy embassy I know: Have I made parties opposite, unite, Wars must ensue, the Fates will have it so. In nonstrous leagues of amicable spite, Dread feats shall follow, and disasters great, To curse their country, whilst the common cry l'ills charge on pills, and bolus bolus meet : Is freedom; but their aim the ministry? Both sides shall conquer, and yet both shall fail ; | And shall a dastard's cowardice prevent The mortar now, and then the urinal,

The war, so long I've labour'd to foment? “ To thee alone my influence I owe;

No, 'tis resolv'd, he either shall comply, Where Nature has deny'd, my favours flow. 340 Or I'll renounce my wan divinity." 'Tis 1 that give, so mighty is my power,'

With that, the bag approach'd Mirmillo's bed, Faith to the Jew, complexion to the Moor. And, Caking Querpo's meagre shape, she said: I am the wretch's wish, the rook's pretence,

“At noon of night I hasten, to dispel The sluggard's ease, the coxcomb's providence. | Those tumults in your pensive bosom dwell. Sir Scrape-quill, once a supple smiling slave, I dreamt but now I heard your heaving sighs, Looks lofty now, and insolently grave;

Nay, saw the tears debating in your eyes. 50 Builds, settles, purchases, and has each hour O that 't were but a dream! but threats I find Caps from the rich, and curses from the poor. Lour in your looks, and rankle in your mind. Spadinio, that at table serv'd of late,

Speak, whence it is this late disorder flows, Drinksrich tockay himself, and eates in plate; 350 That shakes your soul and troubles your repose. Has levees, villas, mistresses in store,

Mistakes in practice scarce could give you pain; And owns the racers which he rúbb'd before. Too well you know the dead will ne'er complain,

“Souls heavenly born my faithless boons' defy; “What looks discover, said the homicide, The brave is to bimself a deity,

Would be a fruitless industry to hide. Though blest Astrea's gone, some soil remains My safety first I must consult, and then Where Fortune is the slave, and Merit reigns. I'll serve our suffering party with my pen." 60 “The Tiber boasts his Julian progeny,

“Al should,” reply'd the bag, “their talent Thames his Nassau, the Nile his Ptolemy.

The most attempting oft the least discern. [Icaro; Iberia, yet for future sway design'd,

Let Peterborough speak, and Vanbrugh write, Shall, for a Hesse, a greater Mordaunt find. 360 Soft Acon court, and rough Cæcinna fight: Thus Ariadne în proud triumph rode;

Such must succeed; but when th' enervate aim $he lost a hero, and she found a god.”

Beyond their force, they still contend for shame.
Had Coldbatch printed nothing of his own,

He had not been the Saffold of the town.

Asses and owls, unseen, their kind betray, WHEN the still Night, with peaceful poppies If these attempt to hoot, or those to bray. crown'd,

Had Wesley never aim'd in verse to please,
Had spread her shady pinions o'er the ground; We had not rank'd him with our Ogilbys.
And slumbering chiefs of painted triumphs dream, Still censures will on dull pretenders fall;
While groves and streams are the soft virgin's | A Codrus should expect a Juvenal.
The surges gently dash against the shore, (theme; Ill lines, but like ill paintings, are allow'd,
Flocks quit the plains, and galley-slaves the oar; To set off, and to recommend the good.
Sleep shakes its downy wings o'er mortal eyes; So diamonds take a lustre froin their foil;
Marmillo is the only wretch it flies;

And to a Bentley 't is we owe a Boyle.
He finds no respite from his anxious grief;

“ Consider well the talent you possess ; Then seeks from this soliloquy relief.

10 To strive to make it more, would make it less: 80 “Long have I reign'd anrival'd in the town, And recollect what gratitude is due, Oppress'd with fees, and deafen'd with renown. | To those whose party you abandon now.

"None e'er could die with due solemnity, | To them you owe your odd magnificence, Unless his passport first was sign'd by me,

But to your stars vour magazine of sense. My arbitrary bounty's undeny'd ;

| Haspt in a tornbril, awkward have you shin'd, I give reversions, and for heirs provide.

With one fat slave before, and none bebind. None could the tedious nuptial state support, Then haste and join your true intrepid friends, But I, to make it easy, make it short.'

Success on vigour and dispatch depends." I set the discontented matrons free,

Labouring in doubts Mirmillo stood; then said,
And ransom husbands from captivity. 20 “ 'T is hard to undertake, if gain dissuade; 90
Shall one of such importance then engage
in noisy riot and in civil rage?

No: I'll endeavour straight a peace, and so .
Preserve my character and person too."

Ver. 87–104. Originally thus,
But Discord, that still haunts with hideous mien But soon what they've exalted they 'll discaril,
Those dire abodes where Hymen once hath been, And set up Carus or the city bard.
O'erheard Mirmillo's anguisb; then begun

Alarm'd at this the hero corrage took, In peevish accents to express ber own :

And storms of terrour threaten'd in bis look. “ Have I so often banish'd lazy peace

“My dread resolves,” he cry'd“ I'll straight purFrom her dark solitude, and lov'd recess? 50 The fury, satisfy'd, in smiles withdrew. (sue;"

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