But for the babe we must prepare ;
That too shall be your Juno's care.
Apollo from his golden lyre,

Shall firft affift us with the wire ;

Vulcan shall make the filver pin.
The basket thus we shall begin,

Where we may put the child's array,

And get it ready by the day.

The nymphs themselves with flowers fshall dress it,

Pallas fhall weave, and I will bless it.

ERST, in Cythera's facred shade,

When Venus clafp'd the god of war,

The laughing loves around them play'd,
One bore the shield, and one the spear.

The little warriors Cupid led,

The shining baldric grac'd his breast,
The mighty helmet o'er his head

Nodded its formidable creft.

Hence

Hence oft', to win some stubborn maid,
Still does the wanton God affume

The martial air, the gay cockade,

The sword, the shoulder-knot and plume.

Phyllis had long his power defy'd,
Refolv'd her conquefts to maintain;
His fruitless art each poet try'd:
Each fhepherd tun'd his pipe in vain.

'Till Cupid came, a captain bold:
Of trenches and of palifadoes

He talk'd; and many a tale he told
Of battles, and of ambufcadoes :

How oft' his godfhip had been drunk;
What melting maids he had undone ;
How oft' by night had storm'd a punk,

Or bravely beat a faucy dun.

He swore, drank, whor'd, fung, danc'd with spirit,

And o'er each pleasing topic ran;

'Till Phyllis figh'd, and own'd his merit,]

The Captain's fure a charming man.

Ye

Ye bards, on verfe let Phoebus doat,
Ye fhepherds, leave your pipes to Pan,
Nor verse nor pipe will Phyllis note.
The Captain is the charming man.

ODE on

AMBITION.

By the Same.

HE mariner, when first he fails,

TH

While his bold oars the sparkling surface sweep,

With new delight, transported hails

The blue expanded skies, and level deep.

Such

young Ambition's fearless aim,

Pleas'd with the gorgeous fcene of wealth and power,

In the gay morn of early fame,

⚫ Nor thinks of evening's storm, and gloomy hour.

Life's opening views bright charms reveal, Feed the fond with, and fan the youthful fire.

But woes unknown those charms conceal,

And fair illufions cheat our fierce defire.

There

There Envy fhows her fullen mien,
With changeful colour, grinning smiles of hate:
There Malice stabs, with rage ferene;

In deadly filence, treacherous Friendships wait.

High on a mountain's lofty brow,
'Mid clouds and ftorms, has Glory fix'd her seat ;
Rock'd by the roaring winds that blow,
The light'nings blast it, and the tempests beat.

Within the fun-gilt vale beneath,

More moderate Hope with sweet Contentment dwells,
While gentler breezes round them breathe,
And fofter showers refresh their peaceful cells.

To better genius ever blind,

That points to each in varied life his fhare,

Man quits the path by heaven defign'd,' To search for blifs among the thorns of care.

Our native powers we fcorn to know; With stedfast error ftill the wrong pursue;

Inftruct our forward ills to grow;

While fad fucceffes but our pain renew.

In

In vain heaven tempers life with sweet, With flowers the way, that leads us home, bestrews,

If dupes to paffion, and deceit,

We drink the bitter, and the rugged choose.

Few can on Grandeur's stage appear,
Each lofty part with true applause sustain,
No common virtue fafe can steer,
Where rocks unnumber'd lurk beneath the main.'

Then happiest he, whose timely hand
To cool Difcretion has the helm refign'd;
Enjoys the calm, in fight of land,
From changing tides fecure, and trustless wind.

ODE to FANC Y.

By the Same.

I.

ILDING with brighter beams the vernal skies,

GIL

Now haftes the car of day to rife.

Youth, and Mirth, and Beauty leads

In golden reins the sprightly steeds,

With wanton Love that rolls his sparkling eyes.

I

Morpheus,