Fires the manly breast to arts or arms: read the fteep afcent, by which you rife grov❜ling vales to tow'rs which reach the skies. ve, fame, esteem, 'tis labour must acquire; miling offspring of a rigid fire!

x the friend, your service must be shewn; ere they lov'd your merit, lov'd their own. wond'ring GREECE your portrait may admire, tuneful bards may string for you their lyre, books may praise, or coins record your name, fuch rewards 'tis toil alone can claim !· the fame column which difplays to view conqu❜ror's name, difplays the conquest too. was flow experience, tedious mistress! taught hat e'er nobly spoke, or bravely fought. us fhe the patriot, fhe the bard refin'd, 'ts that ferve, protect, or please mankind. the vain visions of inactive schools; fancy's maxims, not opinion's rules

form'd the man whose gen'rous warmth extends nrich his country, or to ferve his friends. active worth the laurel war bestows :

ce rears her olive for induftrious brows: earth, uncultur'd, yields its kind supplies: heav'n, its fhow'rs without a facrifice.

ee far below fuch grov'ling scenes of shame, lull to reft IGNAVIA's flumb'ring dame.

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

A fickly fapless mafs, if reafon flies;
And, if she linger, impotently wife!

A thoughtless train, who pamper'd, sleek, 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 supply?
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 seen,
Elyfian plains, and groves for ever green.
If o'er their lives a refluent glance they caft,
Their's is the prefent who can praise the past.
Life has its blifs for thefe, when past its bloom,
As wither'd roses yield a late perfume.

Serene, and safe from paffion's ftormy rage, How calm they glide into the port of age! Of the rude voyage lefs 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;

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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 fome fcented breeze:
She turns her head, her own gay realm fhe spies,'
And all the short-liv'd refolution dies.

Thus fome fond infect's fault'ring pinions wave,
Clafp'd in its fav'rite sweets, a lasting flave:
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 inspir❜d.
Let gen'rous toils reward with health thy days,
Prolong thy prime, and eternize thy praise.
The bold exploit that charms th' attefting age,
To latest times fhall gen'rous hearts engage;
And with that myrtle fhall thy fhrine be crown'd,
With which, alive, thy graceful brows were bound.
Till time fhall 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 induftry, defame; And that, the honours giv'n, with wonder view, And this, in fecret sadness, 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 shall 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 sway;
Which chiefs may court, and kings with pride obey.
And, by thy bright immortal friends I swear,
Thy fair idea fhall no toils impair.

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

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yrants quell'd, the monsters of mankind! e shall smile to view the vanquish'd brood, none, but envy, riot unsubdu'd.

ifter'd ftate let felfifh fages dwell,

that their heart is narrow as their cell; boast their mazy labyrinth of rules, efs the friends of virtue, than the fools: uch in vain thy fav'ring fmiles pretend; E is thine, who proves his country's friend. when my life well-fpent the good enjoy, the mean envious labour to destroy;

n, ftrongly lur'd by fame's contiguous fhrine, devote my choicer vows to thine;

my toils thy promis'd favour claim,

d thy favʼrite thro' the gates of fame!
e ceas'd his vows, and, with disdainful air,
urn'd to blaft the late exulting fair.

wanifh'd, fled to fome more friendly fhore,
conscious phantom's beauty pleas'd no more:
inc'd, her fpurious charms of drefs and face
m'd a quick conqueft, or a fure difgrace.
caftic pow'r! whose transient charms allur'd,
ile error's mift the reas'ning mind obfcur❜d:
fuch the victress, virtue's conftant queen
ur'd the test of truth, and dar'd be seen.
bright'ning form and features seem'd to own,
as all her wish, her int'reft to be known: