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Love made him doubt his broad barbarian sound; This to prevent, she wak'd her sleepy crew,
By love his want of words and wit he found; And, rising hasty, took a short adieu.
That sense of want prepar'd the future way

Then Cymon first his rustic voice essay'd,
To knowledge, and disclos'd the promise of a day. With proffer'd service to the parting maid

What not his father's care, nor tutor's art, To see her safe ; his hand she long deny’d, Could plant with pains in his unpolish'd heart, But took at length, asham'd of such a guide. The best instructor, Love, at once inspir'd,

So Cymon led her home, and leaving there, As barren grounds to fruitfulness are fir'd :

No more would to his country clowns repair, Love taught him shame; and Shame, with Love at But sought his father's house, with better mind, strife,

Refusing in the farm to be confin’d. Soon taught the sweet civilities of life ;

The father wonder'd at the son's return, His gross material soul at once could find

And knew not whether to rejoice or mourn; Somewhat in her excelling all her kind :

But doubtfully receiv’d, expecting still Exciting a desire till then unknown,

To learn the secret causes of his alter'd will. Somewhat unfound, or found in her alone.

Nor was he long delay'd : the first request This made the first impression on his mind, He made, was like his brothers to be dress’d, Above, but just above, the brutal kind.

And, as his birth requir'd, above the rest. For beasts can like, but not distinguish too,

With ease his suit was granted by his sire, Nor their own liking by reflection know;

Distinguishing his heir by rich attire : Nor why they like or this or t’other face,

His body thus adorn'd, he next design'd Or judge of thuis or that peculiar grace;

With liberal arts to cultivate his mind: But love in gross, and stupidly admire :

He sought a tutor of his own accord, As flies, allur'd by light, approach the fire. And study'd lessons he before abhorr'd. Thus our man-beast, advancing by degrees,

Thus the man-child advanc'd, and learn'd so fast, First likes the whole, then separates what he sees ; That in short time his equals he surpass'd : On several parts a several praise bestows,

His brutal manners from his breast exil'd, The ruby lips, the well-proportion'd nose,

His mien he fashion’d, and his tongue he fil'd; The snowy skin, and raven-glossy hair,

In every exercise of all admir'd, The dimpled cheek, and forehead rising fair, He seem'd, nor only seem’d, but was inspir'd : And, ev'n in sleep itself, a smiling air.

Inspir’d by Love, whose business is to please ; From thence his eyes descending view'd the rest, He rode, he fenc'd, he mov'd with graceful ease, Her plump round arms, white hands, and heaving More fam'd for sense, for courtly carriage more, breast.

Than for his brutal folly known before. Long on the last he dwelt, though every part

What then of alter'd Cymon shall we say, A pointed arrow sped to pierce his heart.

But that the fire which choak'd in ashes lay, Thus in a trice a judge of beauty grown,

A load too heavy for his soul to move, (Love. (A judge erected from a country clown)

Was upward blown below, and brush'd away by lle long'd to see her eyes, in slumber hid,

Love made an active progress through his mind, And wish'd his own could pierce within the lid : The dusky parts he clear'd, the gross refin’d, He would have wak'd her, but restrain'd his thought, | The drowsy wak’d; and as he went impress'd And Love, new-born, the first good-manners taught. The Maker's image on the human breast. And awful Fear his ardent wish withstood,

Thus was the man amended by desire, Nor durst disturb the goddess of the wood.

And though he lov'd perhaps with too much fire, For such she seem'd by her celestial face,

His father all his faults with reason scann'd, Excelling all the rest of human race.

And lik'd an errour of the better hand; And things divine, by common sense he knew, Excus'd th' excess of passion in his mind, Must be devoutly seen, at distant view :

By flames too fierce, perhaps too much refin'd: So checking his desire, with trembling heart So Cymon, since his sire indulg'd his will, Gazing he stood, nor would nor could depart; Impetuous lov’d, and would be Cymon still; Fix'd as a pilgrim wilder'd in his way,

Galesus he disown'd, and chose to bear Who dares not stir, by night, for fear to stray, The name of fool confirm'd and bishop'd by the fair. But stands with awful eyes to watch the dawn of To Cipseus by his friends his suit he mov'd, day.

Cipseus the father of the fair he lov'd :
At length awaking, Iphigene the fair

But he was pre-engag'd by former ties,
(So was the beauty call'd who caus'd his care) While Cymon was endeavouring to be wise :
Unclos'd her eyes, and double day reveal'd, And Iphigene, oblig'd by former vows,
While those of all her slaves in sleep were seal’d. Had given her faith to wed a foreign spouse :

The slavering cudden, propp'd upon his stafi, Her sire and she to Rhodian Pasimond,
Stood ready gaping with a grinning laugh,

Though both repenting, were by proinise bound, To welcome her awake; nor durst begin

Nor could retract; and thus, as Fate decreed, To speak, but wisely kept the fool within.

Though better lov'd, he spoke too late to speed. Then she : “ What makes you, Cymon, here alone?" The doom was past, the ship, already sent, (For Cyinon's name was round the country known Did all his tardy diligence prevent : Because descended of a noble race,

Sigh'd to herself the fair unhappy maid, And for a soul ill sorted with his face).

While stormy Cymon thus in secret said : But still the sot stood silent with surprise, “ The time is come for Iphigene to find With fix'd regard on her new-open'd eyes,

The miracle she wrought upon my mind : And in his breast receiv'd th' envenom'd dart, Her charms have made me man, her ravish'd love A tickling pain that pleas'd amid the smart. In rank shall place me with the bless'd above, But, conscious of ber form, with quick distrust For mine hy love, by force she shall be mine, She saw his sparkling eyes, and fear'd his brutal lust: Or death, if force should fail, shall finish my insign

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Resolv'd he said; and rigg'd with speedy care i But all at once; at once the winds arise,
A vessel strong, and well equipp'd for war. The thunders roll, the forky lightning flies.
The secret ship with chosen friends he stor'd; In vain the master issues out commands,
And, bent to die or conquer, went aboard.

In vain the trembling sailors ply their hands :
Ambush'd he lay behind the Cyprian shore, The tempest unforeseen prevents their care,
Waiting the sail that all his wishes bore ;

And from the first they labour in despair. Nor long expected, for the following tide

The giddy ship betwixt the winds and tides, Sent out the hostile ship and beauteous bride. Forc'd back, and forwards, in a circle rides,

To Rhodes the rival bark directly steer'd, Stunn'd with the different blows; then shoots amain, When Cymon sudden at her back appear'd, Till, counterbuff*d, she stops, and sleeps again. And stopp'd her flight : then, standing on his prow, Not more aghast the proud archangel fell, In haughty terms he thus defy'd the foe:

Plung'd from the height of Heaven to deepest Hell, " Or strike your sails at summons, or prepare

Than stood the lover of his love possessid, To prove the last extremities of war.'

Now curs'd the more, the more he had been bless'd; Thus warn'd, the Rhodians for the fight provide ; More anxious for her danger than his own, Already were the vessels side by side,

Death he defies; but would be lost alone. These obstinate to save, and those to seize the bride. Sad Iphigene to womanish complaints But Cymon soon bis crooked grapples cast, Adds pious prayers, and wearies all the saints; Which with tenacious hold his foes embrac'd, Ev'n if she could, her love she would repent, And, arm’d with sword and shield, amid the press | But, since she cannot, dreads the punishment : he pass'd.

Her forfeit faith, and Pasimond betray'd, Fierce was the fight, but, hastening to his prey, Are ever present, and her crime upbraid. By force the furious lover freed his way :

She blames herself, nor blames her lover less,
Himself alone dispers’d the Rhodian crew, Augments her anger, as her fears increase :
The weak disdain'd, the valiant overthrew; From her own back the burthen would remove,
Cheap conquest for his following friends remain’d, And lays the load on his ungovern'd love,
He reap'd the field, and they but only glean'd. Which, interposing, durst, in Heaven's despite,
His victory confess'd, the foes retreat,

Invade, and violate another's right:
And cast the weapons at the victor's feet. (fought The powers incens'd awhile deferr'd his pain,
Whom thus he cheer'd: “O Rhodian youth, 1 And made him master of his vows in vain :
For love alone, nor other booty sought :

But soon they punish'd his presumptuous pride; Your lives are safe ; your vessel I resign;

That for his daring enterprize she dy'd; Yours be your own, restoring what is mine; Who rather not resisted, than comply'd. In Iphigene I claim my rightful due,

Then, impotent of mind, with alter'd sense, Robb'd by my rival, and detain'd by you : She hugg'd th' offender, and forgave th' offence, Your Pasimond a lawless bargain drove,

Sex to the last : meantime with sails declin'd The parent could not sell the daughter's love ; The wandering vessel drove before the wind : Or, if he could, my Love disdains the laws, Toss'd and retoss'd, aloft, and then below, And like a king by conquest gains his cause : Nor port they seek, nor certain course they know, Where arms take place, all other pleas are vain, But every moment wait the coming blow. Love taught me force, and Force shall love maintain, Thus blindly driven, by breaking day they view'd You, what by strength you could not keep, release, The land before them, and their fears renew'd ; And at an easy ransom buy your peace.”

The land was welcome, but the tempest bore Fear on the conquer'd side soon sign’d th' accord, The threaten'd ship against a rocky shore. And Iphigene to Cymon was restor'd :

A winding bay was near ; 'to this they bent, While to his arms the blushing bride he took, And just escap'd; their force already spent : To seeming sadness she compos'd her look ; Secure from storms, and panting from the sea, As if by force subjected to his will,

The land unknown at leisure they survey; Though pleas'd, dissembling, and a woman still. And saw (but soon their sickly sight withdrew) And, for she wept, he wip'd her falling tears, The rising towers of Rhodes at distant view; And pray'd her to dismiss her empty fears;

And curs'd the hostile shore of Pasimond, " For yours I am," he said, “ and have deserv’d Sav'd from the seas, and shipwreck'd on the ground. Your love much better whom so long I serv'd, The frighted sailors try'd their strength in vain Than he to whom your formal father ty’d

To turn the stern, and tempt the stormy main ; Your vows, and sold a slave, not sent a bride." But the stiff wind withstood the labouring oar, Thrus while he spoke, he seiz'd the willing prey,

And forc'd them forward on the fatal shore ! As Paris bore the Spartan spouse away.

The crooked keel now bites the Rhodian strand, Paintly she scream'd, and ev'n her eyes confess'd And the ship moor'd constrains the crew to land : She rather would be thought, than was distress'd. Yet still they might be safe, because unknown, Who now exults but Cymon in his mind?

But, as ill fortune seldom comes alone,
Van hopes and empty joys of human kind, The vessel they dismiss'd was driven before,
Proud of the present, to the future blind!

Already shelter'd on their native shore ; (cheer;
Secure of Fate, while Cymon plows the sea, Known each, they know; but each with change of
And steers to Candy with his conquer'd prey, The vanquish'd side exults; the victors fear;
Scarce the third glass of measur'd hours was run, Not them, but theirs, made prisoners ere they fight,
When, like a fiery meteor, sunk the Sun; Despairing conquest, and depriv'd of fight.
The promise of a storm; the shifting gales

The country rings around with loud alarms. Forsake by fits, and fill the flagging sails;

And raw in fields the rude militia swarıns; Haarse murmurs of the main from far were heard, Mouths without hands; maintain'd at vast expense, And night came on, not by degrees prepar'd, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence :

Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, But here I stop, not daring to proceed,
And ever, but in times of need, at hand;

Yet blush to flatter an unrighteous deed :
This was the morn when, issuing on the guard, For crimes are but permitted, not decreed.
Drawn up in rank and file they stood prepar'd Resolv'd on force, his wit the pretor bent,
Of seeming arms to make a short essay,

To find the means that might secure th' event : Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day. Nor long he labour'd, for his lucky thought

The cowards would have fled, but that they knew In captive Cymon found the friend he sought ; Themselves so many, and their foes so few: Th’example pleas'd: the cause and crime the same; But, crowding on, the last the first impel :

An injur'd lover, and a ravish'd dame. Till overborn with weight the Cyprians fell. How much he durst he knew by what he dar'd, Cymon enslav'd, who first the war begun,

The less he had to lose, the less he car'd And Iphigene once more is lost and won.

To manage loathsome life, when love was the reward. Deep in a dungeon was the captive cast,

This ponder'd well, and fix'd on his intent, Depriv'd of day, and held in fetters fast :

In depth of night he for the prisoner sent; His life was only spar'd at their request,

In secret sent, the public view to shun, Whom taken he so nobly had releas'd :

Then with a sober smile he thus begun. But Iphigenia was the ladies' care,

“ The powers above, who bounteously bestow Each in their turn address'd to treat the fair ; Their gifts and graces on mankind below, While Pasimond and his the nuptial feast prepare. Yet prove our merit first, nor blindly give Her secret soul to Cymon was inclin'd,

To such as are not worthy to receive. But she must suffer what her Fates assign'd; For valour and for virtue they provide So passive is the church of woman-kind.

Their due reward, but first they must be try'd : What worse to Cymon could his fortune deal, These fruitful seeds within your mind they sow'd; Roll'd to the lowest spoke of all her wheel ? 'Twas yours t' improve the talent they bestow'd : It rested to dismiss the downward weight,

They gave you to be born of noble kind, Or raise him upward to his former height; They gave you love to lighten up your mind, The latter pleas'd ; and Love (concern'd the most) And purge the grosser parts ; they gave you care Prepar'd thamends, for what by love he lost. To please, and courage to deserve the fair. The sire of Pasimond had left a son,

“ Thus far they try'd you, and by proof they Though younger, yet for courage early known,

found
Ormisda call'd, to whom, by promise ty'd, The grain intrusted in a grateful ground:
A Rhodian beauty was the destin'd bride ; But still the great experiment remain'd,
Cassandra was her name, above the rest

They suffer'd you to lose the prize you gain'd, Renown'd for birth, with fortune amply bless'd. That you might learn the gift was theirs alone, Lysimachus, who rul’d the Rhodian state,

And when restor’d, to them the blessing own. Was then by choice their annual magistrate : Restor'd it soon will be; the means prepar'd, He lov'd Cassandra too with equal fire,

The difficulty smooth'd, the danger shar'd: But Fortune had not favour'd his desire ;

Be but yourself, the care to me resign, Cross'd by her friends, by her not disapprov'd, Then Iphigene is yours, Cassandra mine. Nor yet preferr’d, or like Ormisda lov'd :

Your rival Pasimond pursues your life, So stood th' affair : some little hope remain'd, Impatient to revenge his ravish'd wife, That, should his rival chance to lose, he gain'd. But yet not his; to-morrow is behind,

Meantime young Pasimond his marriage press’d, And Love our fortunes in one band has join'd : Ordain'd the nuptial day, prepar'd the feast; Two brothers are our foes, Ormisda mine, And frugally resolv'd (the charge to shun,

As much declar'd as Pasimond is thine: Which would be double should he wed alone) To-morrow must their common vows be ty’d: To join his brother's bridal with his own.

With Love to friend, and Fortune for our guide, Lysimachus, oppress'd with mortal grief, Let both resolve to die, or each redeem a bride. Receiv'd the news, and study'd quick relief :

Right I have none, nor hast thou much to plead; The fatal day approach'd ; if force were us'd, 'Tis force, when done, must justify the deed : The magistrate his public trust abus'd;

Our task perform’d, we next prepare for flight : To justice liable, as law requir'd;

And let the losers talk in vain of right:
For, when his office ceas’d, his power expir'd: We with the fair will sail before the wind,
While power remain'd the means were in his hand If they are griev'd, I leave the laws behind.
By force to seize, and then forsake the land: Speak thy resolves : if now thy courage droop,
Betwixt extremes he knew not how to move, Despair in prison, and abandon hope :
A slave to fame, but, more a slave to love :

But if thou dar'st in arms thy love regain,
Restraining others, yet himself not free,

(For liberty without thy love were vain,) Made impotent by power, debas'd by dignity. Then second my design to seize the prey, (way." Both sides he weigh’d: but, after much debate, Or lead to second rape, for well thou know'st the The man prevail'd above the magistrate.

Said Cymon overjoy'd, “ Do thou propose Love never fails to master what he finds, The means to fight, and only show the foes : But works a different way in different minds, For from the first, when love had fir’d my mind, The fool enlightens, and the wise he blinds.

Resolv'd I left the care of life behind." This youth, proposing to possess and 'scape,

To this the bold Lysimachus reply'd, Began in murder, to conclude in rape : (bless“ Let Heaven be neuter, and the sword decide ; Unprais'd by me, though Heaven sometimes may The spousals are prepar'd, already play An impious act with undeserv'd success :

The minstrels, and provoke the tardy day : The great it seems are privileg'd alone

By this the brides are wak'd, their grooms are dress’d; To punish all injustice but their own.

All Rhodes is summon’d to the nuptial feast,
All but myself, the sole unbidden guest.

Unbidden though I am, I will be there,

The troop retires, the lovers close the rear, And, join'd by thee, intend to joy the fair.

With forward faces not confessing fear : “ Now hear the rest; when Day resigns the light, Backward they move, but scorn their pace to mend, And cheerful torches gild the jolly Night,

Then seek the stairs, and with slow haste descend. Be ready at my call; my chosen few

Fierce Pasimond, their passage to prevent, With arms administer'd shall aid thy crew. Thrust full on Cymon's back in his descent ; Then, entering unexpected, will we seize

The blade return'd unbath'd, and to the handle bent.
Our destin'd prey, from men dissolv'd in ease, Stout Cymon soon remounts, and cleft in two
By wine disabled, unprepar'd for fight,

His rival's head with one descending blow :
And hastening to the seas, suborn our flight: And as the next in rank Ormisda stood,
The seas are ours, for I command the fort,

He turn'd the point; the sword, inur'd to blood,
A ship well-mann'd expects us in the port : Bor'd his unguarded breast, which pour'd a purple
If they, or if their friends, the prize contest,

flood. Death shall attend the man who dares resist." With vow'd revenge the gathering crowd pursues,

It pleas'd! the prisoner to his hold retir'd, The ravishers turn head, the fight renews; His troop with equal emulation fir'd,

The hall is heap'd with corps; the sprinkled gore All fir'd to fight, and all their wonted work requir'd. Besmears the walls, and floats the marble floor. The Sun arose; the streets were throng'd around, Dispers'd at length the drunken squadron flies, The palace open'd, and the posts were crown'd. The victors to their vessel bear the prize ; The double bridegroom at the door attends And hear behind loud groans, and lamentable cries. 'Th' expected spouse, and entertains the friends : The crew with merry shouts their anchors weigh, They meet, they lead to church, the priests invoke Then ply their oars, and brush the buxom sea, The powers, and feed the flames with fragrant smoke. While troops of gather'd Rhodians crowd the key. This done, they feast, and at the close of night What should the

people do when left alone ? By kindled torches vary their delight,

The governor and government are gone. These lead the lively dance, and those the brimming The public wealth to foreign parts convey’d; bowls invite.

Some troops disbanded, and the rest unpaid. Now at th' appointed place and hour assign’d, Rhodes is the sovereign of the sea no more ; With souls resolv'd the ravishers were join'd : Their ships unrigg'd, and spent their naval store, Three bands are form'd; the first is sent before They neither could defend, nor can pursue, To favour the retreat, and guard the shore; But grinn'd their teeth, and cast a helpless view; The second at the palace gate is plac'd,

In vain with darts a distant war they try, And up the lofty stairs ascend the last :

Short, and more short, the missive weapons fly. A peaceful troop they seem with shining vests, Meanwhile the ravishers their crimes enjoy, But coats of mail beneath secure their breasts. And Aying sails and sweeping oars employ:

Dauntless they enter, Cymon at their head, The cliffs of Rhodes in little space are lost, And find the feast renew'd, the table spread : Jove's isle they seek; nor Jove denies his coast. Sweet voices, mix'd with instrumental sounds, In safety landed on the Candian shore, Ascend the vaulted roof, the vaulted roof rebounds. With generous wines their spirits they restore : When like the harpies rushing through the hall There Cymon with his Rhodian friend resides, The sudden troop appears, the tables fall,

Both court, and wed at once the willing brides, Their smoaking load is on the pavement thrown; A war ensues, the Cretans own their cause, Each ravisher prepares to seize his own;

Stiff to defend their hospitable laws : The brides, invaded with a rude embrace,

Both parties lose by turns; and neither wins, Sariek out for aid, confusion fills the place.

Till peace propounded by a truce begins. Quick to redeem the prey their plighted lords The kindred of the slain forgive the deed, Advance, the palace gleams with shining swords. But a short exile must for show precede :

But late is all defence, and succour vain; The term expir'd, from Candia they remove;
The rape is made, the ravishers remain :

And happy each, at home, enjoys his love.
Two sturdy slaves were only sent before
To bear the purchas'd prize in safety to the shore.

JOHN PHILIPS.

John Philips, an English poet, was the son of His didactic poem on Cyder, published in 1706, is Dr. Stephen Philips, archdeacon of Salop. He considered as his principal performance, and is that was born at Bampton, in Oxfordshire, in 1676, and with which his name is chiefly associated. It bereceived his classical education at Winchester came popular, and raised him to eminence among school. He was removed to Christ-Church col. the poets of his age and class. This, and his lege, in Oxford, in 1694, where he fully maintaineel Splendid Shilling," are the pieces by which be the distinction he had already acquired at school, will chiefly deserve to be remembered. Philips and obtained the esteem of several eminent literary died of a pulmonary affection, in February 1708, characters. In 1703 he made himself known by at his mother's house in Hereford, greatly regretted his poem of “ The Splendid Shilling," a pleasant by his friends, to whom he was endeared by the burlesque, in which he happily imitated the style modesty, kindness, and blamelessness of his chaof Milton. The reputation he acquired by this racter. Besides a tablet, with a Latin inscription, piece caused him to be selected by the leaders of in Hereford cathedral, he was honoured with a the Tory party to celebrate the victory of Blenheim, monument in Westminster Abbey, erected by in competition with Addison, an attempt which, Lord Chancellor Harcourt, with a long and clashowever, seems to have added little to his fame. sical epitaph, composed by Atterbury.

THE SPLENDID SHILLING.

....... Sing, heavenly Muse! Things unattempted yet, in prose or rhyme,"

A shilling, breeches, and chimeras dire.
Happy

the man, who, void of cares and strife.
In silken or in leathern purse retains
A Splendid Shilling : he nor Bears with pain
New oysters cry'd, nor sighs for cheerful ale ;
But with his friends, when nightly mists arise,
To Juniper's Magpie, or Town-hall* repairs :
Where, mindful of the nymph, whose wanton eye
Transfix'd his soul, and kindled amorous flames,
Chloe, or Phillis, he each circling glass
Wisheth her health, and joy, and equal love.
Meanwhile, he smokes, and laughs at merry tale,
Or pun ambiguous, or conundrum quaint.
But I, whom griping Penury surrounds,
And Hunger, sure attendant upon Want,
With scanty otfals, and small acid tiff,
(Wretched repast !) my meagre corpse sustain :
Then solitary walk, or doze at home
In garret vile, and with a warming puff

Regale chill'd fingers : or from tube as black
As winter-chimney, or well-polished jet,
Exhale mundungus, ill-perfuming scent :
Not blacker tube, nor of a shorter size,
Smokes Cambro-Briton (vers'd in pedigree,
Sprung from Cadwallador and Arthur, kings
Fuil famous in romantic tale) when he
O'er many a craggy hill and barren cliff,
l'pon a cargo of fam'd Cestrian cheese,
High over-shadowing rides, with a design
To vend his wares, or at th' Arvonian mart,
Or Maridunum, or the antient town
Yclep'd Brechinia, or where Vaga's stream
Encircles Ariconium, fruitful soil !
Whence How nectareous wines, that well may vic
With Massic, Setin, or renown'd Falern.

Thus while my joyless minutes tedious flow,
With looks demure, and silent pace, a Dun,
Horrible monster ! hated by gods and men,
To my aërial citadel ascends,
With vocal heel thrice thundering at my gate,
With hideous accent thrice he calls; I know
The voice ill-boding, and the solemn sound.
What should I do? or whither turn? Amaz'd,
Confounded, to the dark recess I fly

Of wood-hole ; straight my bristling hairs erect | Through sudden fear; a chilly sweat bedews

• Two noted alehouses in Oxford, 1700,

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