Sometimes thy fancy prune her tender wing,
To praise a pendant, or to grace a ring;

To fix the dress that fuits each varying mien
To fhew where beft the clustering gems are feen;
To figh foft ftrains along the vocal grove,
And tell the charms, the sweet effects of love!
Nor fear to find a coy difdainful muse;

Nor think the fifters will their aid refuse.
Cool grots, and tinkling rills, or filent fhades,
Soft fcenes of leifure! fuit th' harmonious maids;
And all the wife, and all the grave decree
Some of that facred train ally'd to me.

But if more fpecious ease thy wishes claim,
And thy breast glow with faint defire of fame,
Some fofter fcience fhall thy thoughts amufe,
And learning's name a folemn found diffuse:
To thee all nature's curious ftores I'll bring,
Explain the beauties of an infect's wing;
The plant, which nature, less diffusely kind,
Has to few climes with partial care confin'd;
The shell she scatters with more careless air,
And, in her frolics, feems fupremely fair;
The worth that dazzles in the tulip's stains,
Or lurks beneath a pebble's various veins.

Sleep's downy god, averfe to war's alarms,
Shall o'er thy head diffuse his softest charms;
Ere anxious thought thy dear repose affail,
Or care, my most destructive foe, prevail.

gentle zephyrs harmonize their gales,
hy repose, inform, with rival joy,
ftreams to murmur, and their winds to figh.
fhalt thou spend the sweetly-flowing day,
loft in blifs thou breathe thy foul away:
The t' Elysian bow'rs of joy repair,
find my charming fcenes exceeded there."
e ceas'd; and on a lily'd bank reclin'd,
flowing robe way'd wanton with the wind:
tender hand her drooping head sustains ;
points, expreffive, to the flow'ry plains.
the fond youth perceiv'd her influence roll
p in his breast, to melt his manly foul:
when FAVONIUS joins the folar blaze,
1 each fair fabric of the froft decays.
n, to his breast, the foft harangue convey'd
olves too partial to the fpecious maid.
figh'd, he gaz'd, fo fweetly fmil'd the dame;
fighing, gazing, feem'd to fcorn his flame;
d, oft as virtue caught his wand'ring eye,
Crimson blush condemn'd the rifing figh.
was fuch the ling'ring TROJAN'S fhame betray'd,
hen MAIA's fon the frown of Jove display'd:
hen wealth, fame, empire, cou'd no ballance pro
r the foft reign of DIDO, and of love.

us ill with arduous glory love conspires;
ft tender flames with bold impetuous fires!

Some

Some hov'ring doubts his anxious bofom mov'd, And virtue, zealous fair! thofe doubts improv'd. "Fly, fly, fond youth, the too indulgent maid, Nor err, by fuch fantastic scenes betray'd. Tho' in my path the rugged thorn be seen, And the dry turf disclose a fainter green ; Tho' no gay rofe, or flow'ry product shine, The barren furface ftill conceals the mine. Each thorn that threatens, ev'n the weed that grows In virtue's path, fuperior fweets bestows

Yet fhou'd those boafted, fpecious toys allure,
Whence cou'd fond floth the flatt'ring gifts procure?
The various wealth that tempts thy fond defire,
'Tis I alone, her greatest foe, acquire.
I from old ocean rob the treasur'd store;
I thro' each region, latent gems explore;
'Twas I the rugged brilliant first reveal'd,
By num'rous strata deep in earth conceal'd;
'Tis I the furface yet refine, and fhew

The modeft gem's intrinfic charms to glow.
Nor fwells the grape, nor fpires its feeble tree
Without the firm fupports of industry.

But grant we floth the scene herself has drawn,
The moffy grotto, and the flow'ry lawn;
Let PHILOMELA tune th' harmonious gale,
And with each breeze eternal fweets exhale;

Let gay

POMONA flight the plains around,

And chufe, for faireft fruits, the favour'd ground;

To bless the fertile vale fhou'd virtue cease,
Nor moffy grots, nor flow'ry lawns cou'd please;
Nor gay POMONA's luscious gifts avail,
The found harmonious, or the spicy gale.

Seeft thou yon rocks in dreadful pomp arise,
Whose rugged cliffs deform th' encircling skies?
Those fields, whence PHOEBUS all their moisture drains,
And, too profufely fond, disrobes the plains?
When I vouchsafe to tread the barren foil,

Those rocks feem lovely, and those deserts smile.
The form thou view'ft, to ev'ry scene with ease
Transfers its charms, and ev'ry scene can please.
When I have on those pathless wilds appear'd,
And the lone wand'rer with my presence chear'd;
Those cliffs the exile has with pleasure view'd,
And call'd that defert blifsful folitude!

Nor I alone to fuch extend my care:
Fair-blooming health furveys her altars there.
Brown exercise will lead thee where she reigns,
And with reflected luftre gild the plains.
With her, in flow'r of youth, and beauty's pride,
Her offspring, calm content and peace, refide.
One ready off'ring fuits each neighb'ring shrine;
And all obey their laws, who practise mine.

But health averse from floth's smooth region flies;
And, in her abfence, pleasure droops and dies.
Her bright companions, mirth, delight, repose,
Smile where the fmiles, and ficken when the goes.

A galaxy

A galaxy of pow'rs! whofe forms appear
For ever beauteous, and for ever near.

Nor will foft fleep to floth's request incline,
He from her couches flies unbid to mine.

Vain is the sparkling bowl, the warbling ftrain,
Th' incentive fong, the labour'd viand vain !
Where the relentless reigns without controul,
And checks each gay excurfion of the foul:
Unmov'd, tho' beauty, deck'd in all its charms,
Grace the rich couch, and spread the softest arms :
Till joyless indolence fuggefts defires;

Or drugs are fought to furnish languid fires :
Such languid fires as on the vitals prey,
Barren of blifs, but fertile of decay.
As artful heats, apply'd to thirsty lands,
Produce no flow'rs, and but debase the sands.
But let fair health her chearing fmiles impart,
How sweet is nature, how fuperfluous art!
'Tis fhe the fountain's ready draught commends,
And smooths the flinty couch which fortune lends.
And, when my hero from his toils retires,
Fills his gay bofom with unusual fires,

And, while no checks th' unbounded joy reprove,
Aids and refines the genuine fweets of love.
His fairest prospect rifing trophies frame :
His sweetest mufic is the voice of fame;
Pleasures to floth unknown! fhe never found
How fair the profpect, or how fweet the found.

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