To form my couch, in moffy beds she grows;
To gratify my smell, perfumes the rose;
Reveals the fair, the fertile scene you fee,
And fwells the vegetable world, for me.

Let the gull'd fool the toils of war pursue,
Where bleed the many to enrich the few:
Where chance from courage claims the boasted prize:

Where, tho' fhe give, your country oft denies.
Industrious thou fhalt CUPID's wars maintain,
And ever gently fight his foft campaign.
His darts alone fhalt wield, his wounds endure,
Yet only fuffer, to enjoy the cure.

Yield but to me-a choir of nymphs shall rise,
And fire thy breast, and bless thy ravish'd eyes.
Their beauteous cheeks a fairer rofe fhall wear,
A brighter lily on their necks appear;

Where fondly thou thy favour'd head shall reft,
Soft as the down that fwells the cygnet's neft!
While PHILOMEL in each foft voice complains,
And gently lulls thee with mellifluous ftrains :
Whilft, with each accent, fweetest odours flow;
And spicy gums round ev'ry bofom glow.
Not the fam❜d bird Arabian climes admire,
Shall in fuch luxury of fweets expire.

At floth let war's victorious fons exclaim;
In vain! for pleasure is my real name:
Nor envy thou the head with bays o'er-grown;
No, feek thou roses to adorn thy own:

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For well each op'ning fcene, that claims my care, Suits and deferves the beauteous crown I wear.

Let others prune the vine; the genial bowl Shall crown thy table, and enlarge thy foul. Let vulgar hands explore the brilliant mine, So the gay produce glitter ftill on thine. Indulgent BACCHUS loads his lab'ring tree, And, guarding, gives its cluft'ring sweets to me. For my lov'd train, APOLLO's piercing beam Darts thro' the paffive glebe, and frames the gem. See in my caufe confenting gods employ'd, Nor flight those gods, their blessings unenjoy'd! For thee the poplar fhall its amber drain; For thee, in clouded beauty, fpring the cane; Some coftly tribute ev'ry clime shall pay ; Some charming treasure ev'ry wind convey; Each object round fome pleasing scene shall yield; Art build thy dome, while nature decks thy field; Of CORINTH's order fhall the structure rife; The fpiring turrets glitter thro' the skies; Thy coftly robe fhall glow with Tyrian rays; Thy vase shall sparkle, and thy car shall blaze; Yet thou, whatever pomp the fun display, Shalt own the am'rous night exceeds the day.

When melting flutes, and fweetly-founding lyres Wake the gay loves, and cite the young defires; Or, in th' Ionian dance, fome fav'rite maid Improves the flame her fparkling eyes convey'd ;

Think,

Think, can't thou quit a glowing DELIA's arms,
To feed on virtue's vifionary charms?

Or flight the joys which wit and youth engage,
For the faint honour of a frozen fage?

To find dull envy 'ev'n that hope deface,
And, where you toil'd for glory, reap difgrace?
O! think that beauty waits on thy decree,
And thy lov'd lovelieft charmer pleads with me.
She, whofe foft fmile, or gentler glance to move,
You vow'd the wild extremities of love;
In whofe endearments years, like moments, flew;
For whofe endearments millions feem'd too few
She, fhe implores; she bids thee feize the prime,
And tread with her the flow'ry tracts of time;
Nor thus her lovely bloom of life bestow
On fome cold lover, or infulting foe.

Think, if against that tongue thou canst rebel,
Where love yet dwelt, and reafon feem'd to dwell;
What strong perfuafion arms her softer fighs!
What full conviction sparkles in her eyes!

See nature fmiles, and birds falute the shade, Where breathing jasmin fcreens the sleeping maid: And fuch her charms, as to the vain may prove, Ambition feeks more humble joys than love! There bufy toil fhall ne'er invade thy reign, Nor sciences perplex thy lab'ring brain: Or none, but what with equal fweets invite; Nor other arts, but to prolong delight:

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

To fix the drefs that fuits each varying mien;
To fhew where beft the clustering gems are feen;
To figh soft strains along the vocal grove,

And tell the charms, the fweet 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 scenes 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, lefs diffusely kind,
Has to few climes with partial care confin'd;
The fhell fhe fcatters with more careless air,
And, in her frolics, feems fupremely fair;
The worth that dazzles in the tulip's ftains,
Or lurks beneath a pebble's various veins.

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

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The wat'ry nymphs fhall tune the vocal vales,
And gentle zephyrs harmonize their gales,
For thy repofe, inform, with rival joy,

Their ftreams to murmur, and their winds to figh.
Thus fhalt thou spend the fweetly-flowing day,
Till loft in blifs thou breathe thy foul away :
Till fhe t' Elysian bow'rs of joy repair,
Nor find my charming scenes exceeded there."
She ceas'd; and on a lily'd bank reclin'd,
Her flowing robe wav'd wanton with the wind:
One tender hand her drooping head sustains;
One points, expreffive, to the flow'ry plains.
Soon the fond youth perceiv'd her influence roll
Deep in his breast, to melt his manly foul:
As when FAVONIUS joins the folar blaze,
And each fair fabric of the froft decays.
Soon, to his breaft, the foft harangue convey'd
Refolves too partial to the fpecious maid.

He figh'd, he gaz'd, fo fweetly finil'd the dame;
Yet fighing, gazing, feem'd to fcorn his flame;
And, oft as virtue caught his wand'ring eye,
A crimson blufh condemn'd the rifing figh.
'Twas fuch the ling'ring TROJAN's fhame betray'd,
When MAIA's fon the frown of Jove difplay'd:
When wealth, fame, empire, cou'd no ballance prove
For the foft reign of DIDO, and of love.

Thus ill with arduous glory love conspires;
Soft tender flames with bold impetuous fires!

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