66 For a Dream cometh thro' the multitude of bufinefs."
ECCLES. v. 4.
"Somnia, quæ ludunt mente volitantibus umbris,
"Non delubra deum nec ab æthere numina mittunt,
"Sed fibi quifque facit," &c.
THE flitting Dreams that play before the wind
Are not by Heav'n for prophecies design'd,
Nor by ethereal beings fent us down,
But each man is creator of his own;
For when their weary limbs are funk in ease
The fouls effay to wander where they please,
The fcatter'd images have space to play,
And night repeats the labours of the day.
I waked fpeaking thefe out of a Dream in the Morning.
NATURE a thousand ways complains,
A thousand words exprefs her pains,
But for her laughter has but three,
And very small ones, Ha! ha! he!
DUKE OF BEAUFORT.
A Paraphrafe on Naudeus's Addrefs to Cardinal de Bagni".
THE time will come (if Fate fhall please to give
This feeble thread of mine more space to live)
*Dr. King dedicated his English version of that work to the Duke of Marlborough.
In a much loftier and more fluent verfe:
'To Ganges' banks and China farther east,
To Carolina and the diftant west,
Your name shall fly, and ev'ry where be bleft;
'Thro' Spain and tracks of Libyan fands fhall go
To Ruffian limits and to Zembla's fnow:
Then fhall my eager Mufe expand her wing,
Your love of justice and your goodness fing,
Your greatnefs equal to the state you hold,
In counsel wife, in execution bold;
How there appears in all that you dispense
Beauty, good nature, and the ftrength of fenfe. 15
These let the world admire.From you a fmile
Is more than a reward of all my toil.
FOUND IN THE AUTHOR'S POCKET.
I SING the various chances of the world,
Thro' which men are by Fate or Fortune hurl'd.
'Tis by no fcheme or method that I go,
But paint in verse my notions as they flow;
With heat the wanton images pursue,
Fond of the old, yct ftill creating new;
Fancy myself in some secure retreat,
Refolve to be content, and fo be great.
TO THE RIGHT HON.
THE LATE EARL OF
Upon his difputing publickly at Chrift Church, Oxford. MUSE! to thy mafter's lodgings quickly fly, Entrance to thee his goodness won't deny; With due fubmiffion tell him you are mine, And that you trouble him with this defign, Exactly to inform his noble youth
Of what you heard just now from vanquish'd Truth: "Conquer'd, undone, 't is strange that there fhould be "In this confeffion pleafure ev'n to me.
"With well wrought terms myhold I stronglybarr'd, "And rough diftinctions were my furly guard. "Whilft I fure of my caufe this ftrength poffcfs "A noble youth, advancing with addrefs, "Led glitt'ring Falfehood on with so much art "That I foon felt fad omens in my heart. "Words with that grace," said I, "must needs per"I find myself insensibly betray'd.
"Whilft he purfues his conqueft I retreat,
"And by that name would palliate my defeat.
"But here methinks I do the prospect fee
Of all thofe triumphs he prepares for me;
* Frobably James the third Earl of Anglefea.
When Virtue or when Innocence opprest 'Fly for sure refuge to his gen'rous breast, "When with a noble mien his youth appears, "And gentle voice perfuades the list ning peers, "Judges fhall wonder when he clears the laws, 25 Difpelling mifts which long have hid their cause; "Then by his aid, aid that can never fail,
"Ev'n I tho' conquer'd now fhall fure prevail;
"Thousands of wreaths to me he fhall repay
"For that one laurel Errour wears to-day."
STEWARD TO THE LORD CARTERET.
ACCEPT of health from one who writing this
Wishes you in the fame that now he is:
Tho' to your perfon he may be unknown
'His wishes are as hearty as your own;
For Carter's drink when in his mafter's hand
Has pleasure and good nature at command.
What tho' his lordship's lands are in your trust?
"Tis greater to his brewing to be just :
As to that matter no one can find fault
If you fupply him ftill with well dry'd malt.
Still be a fervant confiant to afford
A liquor fitting for your gen'rous lord;
Liquor like him, from feeds of worth in light
With sparkling atoms ftill afcending bright,'
May your accounts fo with your lord ftand clear, 15
And have your reputation like your beer!
The main perfection of your life pursue;
In March, October, ev'ry month, ftill brew,
And get the character of Who but you?
EPISTLE TO MR. GODDARD,
WRITTEN BY DR. KING
In the Character of The Review.
To Windfor Canon, his wellchofen friend,
The juft Review does kindeft greeting fend.
I've found the man by Nature's gift defign'd
To please my ear and captivate my mind,
By fympathy the eager paffions move,
And ftrike my foul with wonder and with love!
Happy that place where much less care is had
To fave the virtuous than protect the bad,
Where paftors must their stubborn flock obey,
Or that be thought a scandal which they fay;
For fhould a fin by fome grand foul belov'd
Chance with an awkward zeal to be reprov'd,
And tender confcience meet the fatal curfe
Of hard'ning by reproof and growing worse,
When things to fuch extremities are brought
"Tis not the finner's but the teacher's fault.
With great men's wickedness then reft content,
And give them their own leifure to repent, [them,
Whilft their own headftrong will alone muft curb
And nothing vex or venture to disturb them,
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