See fame's gay structure from yon fummit charms, And fires the manly breast to arts or arms :

Nor dread the steep afcent, by which you rife
From grov'ling vales to tow'rs which reach the skies.
Love, fame, esteem, 'tis labour must acquire;
The smiling offspring of a rigid fire!

To fix the friend, your service must be shewn;
All, ere they lov'd your merit, lov'd their own.
That wond'ring GREECE your portrait may admire,
That tuneful bards may ftring for you their lyre,
That books may praife, or coins record your name,
Such, fuch rewards 'tis toil alone can claim !
And the fame column which displays to view
The conqu❜ror's name, displays the conquest too.
'Twas flow experience, tedious mistress! taught
All that e'er nobly fpoke, or bravely fought.
'Twas the the patriot, fhe the bard refin'd,
In arts that ferve, protect, or please mankind.
Not the vain vifions of inactive schools;

Not fancy's maxims, not opinion's rules

E'er form'd the man whofe gen'rous warmth extends
T'enrich his country, or to ferve his friends.

On active worth the laurel war beftows:
Peace rears her olive for induftrious brows:
Nor earth, uncultur'd, yields its kind supplies :
Nor heav'n, its show'rs without a facrifice.

See far below fuch grov'ling scenes of shame,
As lull to reft IGNAVIA'S flumb'ring dame.

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Her friends, from all the toils of fame fecure,
Alas! inglorious, greater toils endure.
Doom'd all to mourn, who in her caufe engage,
A youth enervate, and a painful age!

A fickly faplefs mass, if reason flies;
And, if she linger, impotently wife!

A thoughtless train, who pamper'd, fleek, and gay,
Invite old age, and revel youth away;
From life's fresh vigour move the load of care,
And idly place it where they least can bear.
When to the mind, difeas'd, for aid they fly,
What kind reflection fhall the mind fupply?
When, with loft health, what fhou'd the lofs allay,
Peace, peace is loft: a comfortless decay!
But to my friends, when youth, when pleasure flies,
And earth's dim beauties fade before their eyes,
Thro' death's dark vifta flowery tracts are feen,
Elyfian plains, and groves for ever green.
If o'er their lives a refluent glance they caft,
Their's is the present who can praise the paft,
Life has its blifs for thefe, when past its bloom,
As wither'd rofes yield a late perfume.

Serene, and fafe from paffion's flormy rage,
How calm they glide into the port of age!
Of the rude voyage less depriv'd than eas'd;
More tir'd than pain'd, and weaken'd than difeas'd.

For health on age, 'tis temp'rance must bestow;
And peace from piety alone can flow;

And all the incenfe bounteous Jove' requires,
Has fweets for him who feeds the facred fires.-

Sloth views the tow'rs of fame with envious eyes; Defirous still, still impotent to rise.

Oft, when refolv'd to gain those blissful tow❜rs,
The penfive queen the dire ascent explores,
Comes onward, wafted by the balmy trees,
Some filvan mufic, or some scented breeze:
She turns her head, her own gay realm she spies,
And all the fhort-liv'd refolution dies.

Thus fome fond infect's fault'ring pinions wave,
Clasp'd in its fav'rite fweets, a lasting slave:
And thus in vain these charming visions please
The wretch of glory, and the flave of ease:
Doom'd ever in ignoble state to pine,
Boast her own scenes, and languish after mine.

But fhun her fnares: nor let the world exclaim,
Thy birth, which was thy glory, prov'd thy fhame.
With early hope thine infant actions fir'd;
Let manhood crown what infancy infpir'd.
Let gen'rous toils reward with health thy days,
Prolong thy prime, and eternize thy praise.
The bold exploit that charms th' attesting age,
To latest times shall gen'rous hearts engage;
And with that myrtle shall thy shrine be crown'd,
With which, alive, thy graceful brows were bound:
Till time shall bid thy virtues freely bloom,

And raise a temple where it found a tomb.

Then in their feafts thy name fhall GRECIANS join; Shall pour the sparkling juice to Jove's and thine. Thine, us'd in war, fhall raise their native fire; Thine, us'd in peace, their mutual faith inspire. Dullness perhaps thro' want of fight, may blame, And spleen, with odious industry, defame; And that, the honours giv'n, with wonder view, And this, in fecret fadness, own them due: Contempt and envy were by fate defign'd The rival tyrants which divide mankind; Contempt, which none, but who deferve, can bear; While envy's wounds the smiles of fame repair. For know, the gen'rous thine exploits fhall fire, Thine ev'ry friend it fuits thee to require, Lov'd by the gods, and, till their feats I fhew, Lov'd by the good their images below."

Ceafe, lovely maid, fair daughter of the fkies!
My guide! my queen! th' extatic youth replies.
In thee I trace a form defign'd for fway;
Which chiefs may court, and kings with pride obey.
And, by thy bright immortal friends I fwear,
Thy fair idea fhall no toils impair.

Lead me! O lead me where whole hofts of foes,
Thy form depreciate, and thy friends oppose !
Welcome all toils th' inequal fates decree,
While toils endear thy faithful charge to thee.
Such be my cares, to bind th' oppressive hand,
And crush the fetters of an injur'd land:

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To fee the monster's noxious life refign'd,
And tyrants quell'd, the monsters of mankind!
Nature shall smile to view the vanquish'd brood,
And none, but envy, riot unfubdu’d.

In cloister'd state let felfifh fages dwell,
Proud that their heart is narrow as their cell;
And boast their mazy labyrinth of rules,
Far lefs the friends of virtue, than the fools:
Yet fuch in vain thy fav'ring fmiles pretend;
For HE is thine, who proves his country's friend.
Thus when my life well-fpent the good enjoy,
And the mean envious labour to destroy;
When, ftrongly lur'd by fame's contiguous fhrine,
I yet devote my choicer vows to thine;
If all my toils thy promis'd favour claim,
O lead thy fav'rite thro' the gates of fame!
He ceas'd his vows, and, with disdainful air,
He turn'd to blast the late exulting fair.
But vanish'd, fled to fome more friendly fhore,
The conscious phantom's beauty pleas'd no more:
Convinc'd, her fpurious charms of drefs and face
Claim'd a quick conqueft, or a fure difgrace.
Fantastic pow'r! whose transient charms allur'd,
While error's mift the reas'ning mind obscur❜d :
Not fuch the victrefs, virtue's conftant queen
Endur'd the test of truth,' and dar'd be seen.
Her bright'ning form and features seem'd to own,
'Twas all her wifh, her int'reft to be known: