XI.

From Turks we learn this plague t'assuage,
They, by admitting, turn its course:
Their kifs will tame the tumor's rage;
By yielding, they o'ercome the force.
XII.

Thus Rutland did its touch invite,

While, watchful in the ambient air,
This little, guardian, fubtil fpright
Did with the poifon in repair.

XIII.

Th' infection from the heart it clears;
Th' infection, now dilated thin,

In pearly pimples but appears,
Expell'd upon the surface skin.

XIV.

And now it, mouldering, wastes away:

'Tis gone!-doom'd to return no more!

Our Animalcule keeps its ftay,

And must new labyrinths explore..

XV.

And now the Noble's thoughts are feen,
Unmark'd, it views his heart's defires!

It now reflects what it has been,

And, rapturous, at his change admires!
XVI.

Ats priftine virtues kept, combine,
To be again in Rutland known
But they, immers'd, no longer shine,
Nor equal, nor encrease his own.

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MRS. ELIZ. HAYWOOD,

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ON HER NOVEL, CALLED,

THE RASH RESOLV E.

OOM'D to a fate which damps the poet's flame,
A Mufe, unfriended, greets thy rifing name!
Unvers'd in envy's, or in flattery's phrafe,
Greatnefs the flies, yet merit claims her praise;
Nor will fhe, at her withering wreath repine,
But fmile, if fame and fortune cherish thine.

The Sciences in thy fweet genius charm,
And, with their ftrength, thy fex's foftnel's arm.
In thy full figures, painting's force we find,
As mufic fires, thy language lifts the mind.
Thy power gives form, and touches into life
The paffions imag'd in their bleeding ftrife:
Contrafted ftrokes, true art and fancy fhow,
And lights and fhades in lively mixture flow.
Hope attacks Fear, and Reason, Love's control,
Jealoufy wounds, and Friendflip heals the foul:
Black Falfehood wears b:ight Gallantry's disguise,
And the gilt cloud enchants the fair-one's eyes.
Thy dames, in grief and frailties lovely shine,
And when moft mortal half appear divine.
If, when fome god-like, favourite passion sways,
The willing heart too fatally obeys,
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Great minds lament what cruel cenfure blames,
And ruin'd virtue generous pity claims.

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Eliza, till impaint Love's powerful Queen! Let Love, foft Love, exalt each fwelling scene. Arm'd with keen wit, in fame's wide lifts advance! Spain yields in fiction, in politeness France.

Such orient light, as the firft poets knew,

Flames from thy thought, and brightens every view! 30
A ftrong, a glorious, a luxuriant fire,

Which warms cold wifdom into wild defire!
Thy Fable glows fo rich through every page,
What moral's force can the fierce heat affuage?
And yet but fay if ever doom'd to prove
The fad, the dear perplexities of Love!
Where feeming tranfport foftens every pain,
Where fancy'd freedom waits the winning chain;
Varying from pangs to vifionary joys,

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Sweet is the fate, and charms as it deftroys!
Say then-if Love to sudden rage gives way,
Will the foft paffion not resume its sway?
Charming, and charm'd, can Love from Love retire?
Can a cold convent quench th' unwilling fire ?
Precept, if human, may our thoughts refine,
More we admire! but cannot prove divine.

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AN

AN

APOLOGY TO BRILLANTE,

FOR HAVING

LONG OMITTED WRITING IN VERSE.

In Imitation of a certain Mimic of Anacreon.

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ANI matchlefs charms recite ?
Source of ever fpringing light!
Could I count the vernal flowers,
Count in endless time the hours;
Count the countless stars above,
Count the captive hearts of Love;
Paint the torture of his fire,
Paint the pangs thofe eyes infpire!
(Pleafing torture, thus to shine,
Purify'd by fires like thine!)

Then I'd strike the founding fring!

Then I'd thy perfection fing.

Mystic world!-Thou something more! Wonder of th' Almighty's ftore !

Nature's depths we oft descry,

Oft they're pierc'd by Learning's eye;
Thou, if thought on thee would gain,
Prov'ft (like heaven) enquiry vain.
Charms unequal'd we pursue!

Charms in fhining throngs we view!
Number'd then could nature's be,
Nature's felf were poor to thee.

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M R S. OLD FIELD, OF THE THEATRE ROYAL.

WHILE to your charms unequal verfe I raise,

Aw'd, I admire, and tremble as I praise :

Here Art and Genius new refinement need,
Listening, they gaze, and, as they gaze, recede!
Can Art or Genius, or their powers combin'd,
But from corporeal organs, sketch the mind?
When found embody'd can with fhape furprize,
The Mufe may emulate your voice and eyes.
Mark rival arts perfection's point purfue!
Each rivals each, but to excel in you!
The Buft and Medal bear the meaning face,
And the proud Statue adds the posture's grace!
Imag'd at length, the bury'd Heroine, known,
Still feems to wound, to fmile, or frown in ftone!
As art would art, or metal tone furpass,
Her foul ftrikes, gleaming, through Corinthian brass!
Serene, the faint in fmiling filver fhines,
And cherubs weep in gold o'er fainted shrines!
If long-loft forms from Raphael's pencil glow,
Wondrous in warmth the mimic colours flow!
Each look, each attitude, new grace difplays;
Your voice and motion life and mufic raife.

Thus Cleopatra in your charms refines;
She lives, the speaks, with force improv'd the fhines!

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