As once, to gratify the god of love,

I bore fair Pfyche to the Cyprian grove; Or as Jove's bird, descending from on high, • Snatch'd the young Trojan trembling to the sky. There perfect blifs thou may'ft for ever share, 'Scap'd from the busy world, and all it's care; There, in the lovely princess, thou shalt find • A mistress ever blooming, ever kind!' All extafy, on air Porfenna tiod,

And to his bofom ftrain'd the little god;

With grateful fentiments his heart o'erflow'd,

And in the warmeft words millions of thanks beftow'd.
When Eolus, in furly humour, broke

Their ftrict embrace, and thus abruptly spoke.

Enough of compliment; I hate the sport

• Of meanlefs words: this is no human court,

Where plain and honest are difcarded quite,..
For the more modifh title of polite;

Where, in foft fpeeches, hypocrites impart

The venom'd ills that lurk beneath the heart;
In friendship's holy guife their guilt improve,
And kindly kill with fpecious fhew of love.
For us-my fubjects are not us'd to wait,
And waste their hours, to hear a mortal prate;
They must abroad before the rifing fun,

And hie 'em to the feas! there's mifchief to be done.
Excuse my plainnefs, Sir; but bufinefs ftands;
And we have storms and fhipwrecks on our hands !'
He ended frowning; and the noify rout,

Each to his feveral cell went puffing out:
But Zephyr, far more courteous than the reft,
To his own bow'r convey'd the royal guest;
There on a bed of rofes, neatly laid,
Beneath the fragrance of a myrtle fhade,
His limbs to needful reft the prince apply'd,
His fweet companion flumb'ring by his fide.

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воок II.

No fooner in her filver chariot rofe

The ruddy morn, than, fated with repose,
The prince addrefs'd his hoft; the god awoke,
And leaping from his couch, thus kindly spoke :
This early call, my lord, that chides my stay,
Requires my thanks, and I with joy obey.

• Like you, I long to reach the blissful coaft,
Hate the flow night, and mourn the moments loft.
The bright Rosinda, loveliest of the fair
That croud the princefs' court, demands my care;
E'en now, with fears and jealoufies o'erborne,
Upbraids, and calls me cruel and forfworn.

• What sweet rewards on all

my toils attend,

• Serving at once my mistress and my friend!

Juft to my love, and to my duty too,

Well paid in her, well pleas'd in pleafing you!"

This faid, he led him to the cavern gate,

And clafp'd him in his arms, and poiz'd his weight;
Then balancing his body here and there,

Stretch'd forth his agile wings, and launch'd in air,
Swift as the fiery meteor from on high

Shoots to it's goal, and gleams athwart the sky.
Here with quick fan his lab'ring pinions play;
There glide at eafe along the liquid way ;
Now lightly skim the plain with even flight;
Now proudly foar above the mountain's height.
Spiteful Detraction, whofe envenom'd hate
Sports with the fuff'rings of the good and great,
Spares not our prince; but, with opprobrious fneer,
Arraigns him of the heinous fin of fear;

That he, so try'd in arms, whofe very name

Infus'd a fecret panick where it came;

E'en

Sweet to the fmell, or lovely to the view,
Collected there, with added beauty grew.
High-tow'ring to the heav'ns the trees are seen,
Their bulk immenfe, their leaf for ever green;
So closely interwove, the tell-tale fun
Can ne'er defcry the deeds beneath them done,
But where by fits the sportive gales divide
Their tender tops, and fan the leaves aside.
Like a smooth carpet, at their feet lies spread
The matted grafs, by bubbling fountains fed;
And on each bough the feather'd choir employ
Their melting notes, and nought is heard but joy.
The painted flow'rs exhale a rich perfume,

The fruits are mingled with eternal bloom;

And Spring and Autumn hand in hand appear,

Lead on the merry months, and join to cloath the year.
Here, o'er the mountain's fhaggy fummit pour'd,
From rock to rock the tumbling torrent roar'd,

While beauteous Iris, in the vale below,

Paints on the rising fumes her radiant bow.
Now through the meads the mazy current stray'd,
Now hid it's wand'rings in the myrtle shade;
Or in a thousand veins divides it's store,

Vifits each plant, refreshes ev'ry flow'r ;
O'er gems and golden fands in murmurs flows,
And sweetly foothes the foul, and lulls to foft repose.
If hunger call, no fooner can the mind
Express her will to needful food inclin'd,
But in fome cool recefs, or op'ning glade,
The feats are plac'd, the tables neatly laid
And inftantly, convey'd by magick hand,
In comely rows the coftly dishes ftand;
Meats of all kinds that Nature can impart,
Prepar'd in all the niceft forms of art.

A troop of fprightly nymphs array'd in green,
With flow'ry chaplets crown'd, come scudding in;

And ev'ry object, ev'ry scene excites

• Fresh wonder in my foul, and fills with new delights:
• Dwells chearful Plenty there, and learned Eafe,
And Art with Nature feems at ftrife to please.
There Liberty, delightful goddess, reigns,

⚫ Gladdens each heart, and gilds the fertile plains;
There firmly feated may The ever smile,

And show'r her blessings o'er her fav'rite isle!
• But fee! the rifing fun reproves our stay.'
He faid, and to the ocean wing'd his way,
Stretching his courfe to climates then unknown,
Nations that fwelter in the burning zone.
There in Peruvian vales a moment stay'd,
And smooth'd his wings beneath the citron fhade;
Then fwift his oary pinions ply'd again,

Crofs'd the new world, and fought the Southern main
Where, many a wet and weary league o'erpafs'd,
The wifh'd-for paradife appear'd at last.

With force abated now they gently sweep
O'er the smooth surface of the shining deep;
The Dryads hail'd them from the distant shore,

The Nereids play'd around, the Tritons swam before;
While foft Favonius their arrival greets,

And breathes his welcome in a thousand sweets.

Nor pale disease, nor health-confuming care,
Nor wrath, nor foul revenge, can enter there;
No vapour's foggy gloom imbrowns the sky
No tempefts rage, no angry lightnings fly;
But dews and foft-refreshing airs are found,
And pure
etherial azure fhines around.
Whate'er the fweet Sabaan foil can boaft,
Or Mecca's plain, or India's spicy coast;
What Hybla's hills, or rich Ebalia's fields,
Or flow'ry vale of fam❜d Hymettus yields;
Or what of old th' Hefperian orchard grac'd;
All that was e'er delicious to the taste,

Sweet

Sweet to the smell, or lovely to the view,
Collected there, with added beauty grew.
High-tow'ring to the heav'ns the trees are seen,
Their bulk immense, their leaf for ever green;
So closely interwove, the tell-tale fun
Can ne'er defcry the deeds beneath them done,
But where by fits the sportive gales divide
Their tender tops, and fan the leaves aside.
Like a smooth carpet, at their feet lies spread
The matted grafs, by bubbling fountains fed;
And on each bough the feather'd choir employ
Their melting notes, and nought is heard but joy.
The painted flow'rs exhale a rich perfume,

The fruits are mingled with eternal bloom;

And Spring and Autumn hand in hand appear,

Lead on the merry months, and join to cloath the year.
Here, o'er the mountain's fhaggy fummit pour'd,
From rock to rock the tumbling torrent roar'd,

While beauteous Iris, in the vale below,

Paints on the rising fumes her radiant bow.
Now through the meads the mazy current ftray'd,
Now hid it's wand'rings in the myrtle shade;
Or in a thousand veins divides it's store,
Visits each plant, refreshes ev'ry flow'r;

O'er gems and golden fands in murmurs flows,
And sweetly foothes the foul, and lulls to foft repose.
If hunger call, no fooner can the mind

Express her will to needful food inclin'd,
But in fome cool recefs, or op'ning glade,
The feats are plac'd, the tables neatly laid;
And inftantly, convey'd by magick hand,
In comely rows the coftly difhes ftand;
Meats of all kinds that Nature can impart,
Prepar'd in all the niceft forms of art.

A troop of sprightly nymphs array'd in green,
With flow'ry chaplets crown'd, come scudding in;