XL.

The heben doors full widely he display'd,
And faw the lovely queen of all his heart,
Fair as the lilly in the watry glade,

Bright as the morn, and bright withouten art.
Through every vein he feels a thrillant smart:
For the dear maid lay on her bed undrefs'd,
And, may I unreprov'd the truth impart,
She hugg'd a lufty stripling to her breast,

Whom she full closely clipp'd, and wantonly carefs'd.
XLI.

"O faytor falfe, O wicked imp of night!

Exclaim'd the Squire aftound, "ah! wealaway!

"Let Erebus in pitchy stole bedight

"With fouleft fprites the fons of men affray,

"And blot for ever the fair face of day.

"Ye haggard fifters, found my paffing-bell; "Oh! ne'er believe, ye youths, what women fay.

“O lofel loose, O impious Columbel!"

Then like a stean to earth full heavily he fell.

XLII.

There shall we leave him, for my leaky boat

Lets in the water, and I must recure

Her much-worn hulk, that scarcely now can float,

And moor'd in harbour fhe fhall ride fecure;

Then if I can a pilot wife procure,

Mayhap I may again hoift forth my fail,

And other hardy voyages endure

Through shelves and fhallows: now the adverse gale Gives me some time to rest, and lond with joy I hail.

HE Owl expires! death gave the dreadful word,

THE

And lovely Anna weeps her fav'rite bird.

Ye feather'd choir in willing throngs repair,

And footh the forrows of the melting fair;

In

In founds of woe the dear-departed greet,
With cypress strew, ye doves, the green retreat;
The fateful raven tolls the passing-bell,

The folemn dirge be fung by Philomel;

Sir Chanticlear, a chief of hardy race,

Shall guard from kites and daws the facred place.
With your just tears a bard shall mix his own,
And thus, in artless verse, infcribe the ftone.

IN

ЕР І Т А Р Н.

NTERR'D within this little space
The bird of wisdom lies;

Learn hence, how vain is every grace,
How fruitless to be wife.

Can mortal stop the arm of Death
Who ne'er compaffion knew?
He* Venus' lover robb'd of breath,
He, Anna's darling flew.

Ah happy bird, to raise those fighs
Which man could ne'er obtain !
Ah happy bird, to cloud those eyes

That fir'd each kneeling fwain!

* Adonis.

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Thrice

Thrice blefs'd thy life, her joy, her blifs,
Thrice blefs'd thy happy doom;

She gave thee many a melting kiss,
She wept upon thy tomb.

gett tettectect

The VANITY of HUMAN WISHES.

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THE

Tenth Satire of JUVENAL,

IMITATED

By Mr. SAMUEL JOHNSON,

ET obfervation with extenfive view,

Survey mankind, from China to Peru; Remark each anxious toil, each eager ftrife, And watch the bufy fcenes of crowded life; Then fay how hope and fear, defire and hate, O'erfpread with fnares the clouded maze of fate, Where wav'ring man, betray'd by vent❜rous pride, To tread the dreary paths without a guide;

a Ver. 1 - 11.

As

As treach'rous phantoms in the mist delude,
Shuns fancied ills, or chases airy good.

How rarely reafon guides the stubborn choice,
Rules the bold hand, or prompts the fuppliant voice,
How nations fink, by darling fchemes opprefs'd,
When vengeance liftens to the fool's request.
Fate wings with every wish th' afflictive dart,

Each gift of nature, and each grace

of art,

With fatal heat impetuous courage glows,
With fatal sweetness elocution flows,

Impeachment stops the speaker's pow'rful breath,

And restless fire precipitates on death.

But fcarce obferv'd the knowing and the bold," Fall in the gen'ral maffacre of gold;

Wide-wafting pest! that rages unconfin'd,

And crowds with crimes the records of mankind;
For gold his fword the hireling ruffian draws,
For gold the hireling judge diftorts the laws;
Wealth heap'd on wealth, nor truth nor fafety buys,
The dangers gather as the treasures rise.

Let hift'ry tell where rival kings command,
And dubious title shakes the madded land,
When ftatutes glean the refufe of the sword,

How much more fafe the vaffal than the lord,

Ver. 12-22.

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