CON. 'Tis expectation makes a bleffing dear; Heav'n were not heav'n if we knew what it were.

PRO. If 't were not heav'n if we knew what it were, 'Twould not be heav'n to thofe that now are there. 50 CON. And as in profpects we are there pleas'd most, Where fomething keeps the eye from being loft, And leaves us room to guess; fo here restraint Holds up delight, that with excefs would faint.

PRO. Restraint preserves the pleasure we have got, But he ne'er has it that enjoys it not.

In goodly prospects who contracts the space,
Or takes not all the bounty of the place?
We with remov'd what standeth in our light,
And Nature blame for limiting our fight;
Where you ftand wifely winking, that the view
Of the fair profpect may be always new.

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CON. They who know all the wealth they have are He's only rich that cannot tell his store. [poor; PRO. Not he that knows the wealth he has is poor, But he that dares not touch nor ufe his store.

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XLIV.

AN APOLOGY.

FOR HAVING LOVED BEFORE.

THEY that never had the ufe
Of the grape's furprising juice,

So they that are to love inclin'd,
Sway'd by chance, not choice, or art,
To the first that's fair or kind,
Make a prefent of their heart:
It is not fhe that first we love,
But whom dying we approve.

To man, that as in th' ev'ning made,
Stars gave the first delight,
Admiring, in the gloomy fhade,
Those little drops of light:
Then at Aurora, whose fair hand
Remov'd them from the fkies,

He gazing tow'rd the east did stand,
She entertain'd his eyes.

But when the bright fun did appear,
All thofe he 'gan despise;

His wonder was determin'd there,

And could no higher rife.

He neither might, nor wish'd to know

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A more refulgent light:

For that (as mine your beauties now)
Employ'd his utmost sight.

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XLV.

THE NIGHT-PIECE:

OR, A PICTURE DRAWN IN THE DARK.

DARKNESS, which faireft nymphs difarms,

Defends us ill from Mira's charms:

Mira can lay her beauty by,
Take no advantage of the eye,
Quit all that Lely's art can take,
And yet a thousand captives make.

Her fpeech is grac'd with sweeter found
'Than in another's fong is found;
And all her well-plac'd words are darts,
Which need no light to reach our hearts.

As the bright stars and Milky Way,
Shew'd by the night, are hid by day;
So we, in that accomplish'd mind,
Help'd by the night, new graces find,
Which by the splendour of her view,
Dazzled before, we never knew.

While we converse with her, we mark

No want of day, nor think it dark :

Her fhining image is a light

Fix'd in our hearts, and conquers night.

Like jewels to advantage fet,

Her beauty by the shade does get:

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There bluffies, frowns, and cold disdain,
All that our paffion might reftrain,

Is hid, and our indulgent mind

Presents the fair idea kind.

Yet, friended by the night, we dare.
Only in whispers tell our care:

He that on her his bold hand lays
With Cupid's pointed arrows plays;
They with a touch, (they are so keen!)
Wound as unshot, and she unseen.

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All near approaches threaten death
We may be fhipwreck'd by her breath:
Love, favour'd once with that sweet gale,
Doubles his hafte, and fills his fail,
Till he arrive where the muft prove
The haven or the rock of love.

So we th' Arabian coaft do know
At distance, when the spices blow;
By the rich odour taught to steer,
'Tho' neither day nor ftars appear.

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XLVI.

PART OF THE FOURTH BOOK OF

VIRGIL'S NEIS.

TRANSLATED.

Beginning at V. 437.

------- Talefque miferrima filetus
Fertque refertque foror.-------

And ending with

Adnizi torquent fpumas, et cærula verrunt. V. §83.

ALL this her weeping fifter * does repeat
To the ftern mant, whom nothing could entreat;
Loft were her pray'rs, and fruitless were her tears!
Fate and great Jove had stopp'd his gentle ears.
As when loud winds a well-grown oak would rend s
Up by the roots, this way and that they bend
His reeling trunk, and with a boift'rous found
Scatter his leaves, and strew them on the ground,
He fixed ftands; as deep his roots doth lie
Down to the centre, as his top is high:
No lefs on ev'ry fide the hero prest,
Feels love and pity shake his noble breast,
And down his cheeks tho' fruitless tears do roll,
Unmov'd remains the purpose of his foul,
Then Dido, urged with approaching fate,
Begins the light of cruel Heav'n to hate.
* Anna.
† Æneas.

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