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Fame is at best but an inconstant good,

I feel (but, oh! too late) that no disease Vain are the hoaited titles of our blood;

Is like a surfeit of luxurious case : We soonest lose what we most highly prize, And of all others, the most tempting things And with our youth our short-liv'd heauty dies; Are too much wealth, and too indulgent king In vain our fields and flocks increase our flore, None cver was superlatively ill, If our abundance makes us wish for more ; But by degrees, with induitry and skill : How happy is the harmless country-maid, And some whose meaning hath at first been fair, Who, rich by nature, scorns superfluous aid! Grow knaves by use, and rebels by despair. Whose modest cloaths no wanton eyes invite, My time is part, and yours will soon begin, But like her soul preserves the native white; Keep the first blossoms from the blaft of lin; Whose little store her well-taught mind does please, And by the fate of my tumultuous ways, Nor pinch'd with want, nor cloy'd with wanton Preserve yourselves, and bring serener days case,

The busy, subtle serpents of the law, Who, free from storms, which on the great-ones Did first my mind írom true obedience draw: fall,

While I did limits to the king prescribe, Makes but few wishes, and enjoys them all ; And took for oracles that canting tribe, No care but love can discompose her breast, I chang'd true freedom for the name of free, Love, of all cares, the sweetest and the best ; And grew seditious for variety : While on sweet grass her bleating charge does lie, All that oppos'd me were to be accus'd, Our happy lover sceds upon her eye;

And by the laws illegally abus'd; Not one on whom or Gods or men impose, The robe was summond, Maynard in the head, But one whom love has for this lover chore, In legal murder none so deeply read; Under fome favourite myrtle's shady boughs, I brought him to the bar, where once he tood, 'They speak their passions in repeated vows, Stain'd with the (yet unexpiated) blood And whilst a blush confesses how she burns, Of the bravc Strafford, when three kingdis His faithful heart makes as sincere returns;

rung Thus in the arms of love and peace they lie,

With his accumulative hackney-tongue; And while they live, their flames can never die. Prisoners and witnesses were waiting by,

Thele had been taught to swear, and those to


And to exped their arbitrary fates,
Τ Η Ε D R Ε Α Μ. Some for ill faces, fome for good estates.
the pale tyrant, who to horrid graves

To fright the people, and alarm the town,
Bedloe and Oates employ'd the reverend gora.

But while the triple nitre bore the blame,
Ungrateful we do gentle fiecp compare,
Who, though his victories as numerous are,

The king's three crowns were their rebel..

aim : Yet from his Naves no tribute docs he take,

I seem'd (and did but seem) to fear the guards, But woeful cares that load men while they wake. When his soft charms had eas'd my wcary fight

And took for mine the Bethels and the Warés :

Anti-monarchic Heretics of state,
Of all the balesul troubles of the light,

Imunoral Atheists, rich and reprubate :
Dorinda came, divefted of the scorn
Which the unequal'd maid so long had worn ;

But above all I got a little guide,
How oft, in vain, had Love's great God essay'd

Who every ford of villainy had try'd :

None knew so well the old pernicious way, 'To tame the stubborn heart of that bright niaid!

Tu ruin subjects, aod make kings obey ;
Yet, spite of all the pride that swells her mind,
The humble God of Sleep can make her kind.

And my {mall Jehu, at a furious rate,

Was driving Eighty back to Forty-eight.
A rising blush increas'd the native store
Of charms, that but too faral were before.

This the king knew, and was resolv'd to bear,

But I mistook his parience for his fear.
Once more present the vision to my view,
The sweet illusion, gentle Pite, renew!

All that this happy illand could afford,

Was sacrific'd to my voluptuous board. How kind, how lovely she, how ravish'd I!

In his whole paradise, one only tree
Shew me, bleft God of Sleep, and let me die.

He had excepted by a stria decree;
A sacred tree, which royal fruit did bear,

Yet it in pieces I coufpir’d to tear;

Beware, my child ! divinity is there.
OF THE OLD HOUSE OF COMMONS, I could attempt, and he endure no inore;

This so undid all I had done before,
TO TIE NEW ONE, APPOINTED 10 MEET AT My unprepar'd, and unrepenting breath,

Was snatch'd away by the swift hand of death; TROM deepest dungeons of eternal night,

And I, with all my fins about me, hurld F

The seats of horror, sorrow, pains, and spite, To th’utter darkness of the lower world : I have been sent to tell you, tender youth,

A dreadful place ! which you too soon will see, A seasonable and insportant uuth.

If you believe feducers more than me.



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He boldly drives them forward without pain,
They hear his voice, and straight obey the rein,
Such terror speaks him destin'd to command;
We worship Jove with thunder in his hand;
But when his mercy without power appcars,
We flight his altars, and neglect our prayers.
How weak in arms did civil discord fhew!

Like Saul, the struck with fury at her foe,
When an immortal hand did ward the blow.
Her offspring, made the royal hero's scorn,
Like sons of earth, all fell as soon as born:
Yet let us boast, for sure it is our pride,
When with their blood our neighbour lands were

Ireland's untainted loyalty remain'd,
Her people guiltless, and her fields unstain'd.

Despair, ambition, jealousy,
Lost friends, nor love, disquiet thec;
A lullen prudence drew thee hence
From noise, fraud, and impertinence.
Though life essay'd the surest wile,
Gilding itself with Laura's smile ;
How didit thou scorn life's meaner charms,
Thou who could't break from Laura's arms!
Poor Cynic ! still methinks I hear
Thy awful murmurs in my car ;
As when on Laura's lap you lay,
Chiding the worthless crowd away.
How fondly human passions turn !
What we then envy'd, now we mourn!



S'HE day of wrath, that dreadful day,

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As David and the Sibyls say.

What horror will invade the mind,

When the strict Judge, who would be kind, ALEXANDER THE GREAT,

Shall have few venial faults to find!


The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, COU 've seen to-night the glory of the East,

Shall through the rending tombs rebound,

And wake the nations under ground.

That kings in chains did son of Ammon call, Nature and Death shall, with surprize,
And kingdoms thought divine, by treason fall.

Behold the pale offender rise,
Him Fortune only favour?d for her sport:

And view the Judge with conscious eyes.
And when his conduct wanted her support,
His empire, courage, and his boasted line,

Were all prov'd mortal by a Nave's design. Then shall, with universal dread,
Great Charles, whose birth has promis'd milder | The sacred mystic book be read,

To try the living and the dead.
Whose awful nod all nations must obey,

Secur’d by higher powers, exalted stands
Above the reach of sacrilegious hands ;

The Judge ascends his awful throne,
Those miracles that guard his crowns, declare

He makes each secret fin be known, That heaven has form'd a monarch worth their And all with shame confess their own. care;

Born to advance the loyal, and depose

O then! what interest Mall I make,
His own, his brother's, and his father's foes.
Faction, that once made diadems her prey,

To save my last important fake,

2 When the mult just have cause to quake?
And stopt our prince in his triumphant way,
Fled like a mist before this radiant day.

So when, in heaven, the mighty rebels rose, Thou mighty, formidable King,
Proud, and resolv'd that cmpire to depose,

Thou nicrcy's unexhausted spring,
Angels fought first, but unsuccessful prov'd, Some comfortable pity bring !
God kept the conquest for his best belov'd :

At sight of such omnipotence they fly,
Like leaves hcfure autumnal winds, and die. Forget not what my ransom cotta
All who before him did ascend the throne,

Nor let my dear-bought soul be lost,
Labour'd to draw three rettive nations on.

In stornis of guilty terror tost.

Thou who for me didit feel such pain,
Whose precious blood the cross did stain,
Let not those agonies be vain.

Thou whom avenging powers obey,
Cancel my debt (too great to pay)
Before the fad accounting-day.

Surrounded with amazing fears,
Whore load my soul with anguish bears,
I ligh, I weep: Accept my tears.

Thou who wert mov'd with Mary's grief,
And, by ablolving of the thief,
Halt given me hope, now give relies.

Reject not my unworthy prayer,
Preterve me from that dangerous snare
Which death and gaping hell prepare.

exalted soul a place
Among thy chosen right-hand race;
The sons of God, and heirs of grace.

From that insatiable abyss,
Where flames devour, and serpents hiss,
Proinote me to thy seat of bliis.

Prostrate my contrite heart I rend,
Nly God, my Father, and my Friend;
Do not forsake me in my end.

Well may they curse their second breath,
Who rise to a reviving death ;
Thou great Creator of Mankind,
Let guilty man companion find!

He scorns, where once he ruld, now to be try
And he hath rul'd in all the world beside.
When he the Thames, the Danube, and the NE
Had Itain'd with blood, Peace flourish'd in

And you alone may boast, you never saw
Cæsar till now, and now can give him law.

Great Pompey too, comes as a suppliant her, But says he cannot now begin to fear : He knows your equal justice, and (to tell A Roman truth) he knows himself too well. Success, 'tis true, waited on Cæsar's side, But Pompey thinks he conquer'd when he died His fortune, when she prov'd the most unkin, Chang'd his condition, but not Cato's midd. Then of what doubt can Pompey's cause adoras Since here so many Cato's judging sit. But you, bright nymphs, give Cæsar kau

Woo, The greatest wonder of the world, but you; And hear a Muse, who has that hero taught To speak as generously as e'cr he fought; Whose eloquence from such a theme deters Alltongues but English, and all pens but hern. By the just Fates your sex is doubly bleft, You conquer'd Calar, and you praise him bei

And you ('illustrious Sir) receive as due,
A present destiny preferv'd for you.
Rome, France, and England, join their 13

To make a poem worthy of your ear.
Accept it then, and on that Pompey's brot,
Who gave so many crowns, beftow onc bon.

Give my


HAME of my life, disturber cf my toanh,

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Huffing to cowards, fawning to the brave,
To knaves a fool, to credulous fools a koare,
The king's betrayer, and the people's fare.
Like Samuel, at thy necromantic call,
I rise, to tell thee, God has lost thee, Sacl.
I Atrove in vain th' inficted blood to cure;
Streams will run muddy where the ipriz :.

In all your meritorious life, we iec
Old Taaf's invincible fobricty.
Places of Master of the Horse, and Sry,
You (like Tom Howard) did at once supply:
From Sidney's blood your loyaly did fring
You sew us all your parents, but the key,
From whole too tender and too bounteous 1
(Unhappy he who such a viper warms!
As dutiful a subject as a son!)
To your true parent, the whole town, you
Read, if you can, how th' old apostate fese
Out-do his pride, and meric niore than bei:


From the French of Monsieur CORNEILLE,


THE mighty rivals, whose deftructive rage

, Are now agreed ; and make it both their choice, 'To have their fates determin'd by your voice. Czfar from none but you will have his doom, He hates th' obsequiuus flatteries of Rome :

• To the Lord Lieutenant.

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Fire Hose ills

ancestors have done,

'Twas not the spawn of such as these,
Romans, are now become your own;

That dy'd with Punic blood the conqucr'd seas,
And they will cost you dear,

And quafh'd the stern Æacides;

Made the proud Asian monarch feel
foon repair

you re falling temples which the gods provoke,

How weak his gold was against Europe's steel, ad ftatues fully'd yet with facrilegious smoke,

Forc'd even dire Hannibal to yield;
And won the long-disputed world at Zama's fatal

field. opitious heaven, that rais'd your fathers high,

For humble, grateful piety,
(As it rewarded their respect)

But soldiers of a rustic mould,
Hath sharply punish'd your negled ;

Rough, hardy, season'd, manly, bold,
All empires on the gods depend,

Either they dug the stubborn ground, egun by their command, at their command they Or through hewn woods their weighty strokes did eud.


And after the declining sun
Let Crassus' ghost and Labienus tell

Had chang'd the shadows, and their task was low twice by Jove's revenge our legions fell,

done, And, with unfulting pride,

Home with their weary team they took their way, hining in Roman spoils, the Parthian victors ride. And drown'd in friendly bowls the labour of the

The Scythian and Ægyptian scum
Had almost ruin'd Rome,

Time fonsibly all things impairs ;
While our feditions took their part,

Our fathers have been worse than theirs; ill each Ægyptian fail, and wing'd each Scythian

And we than ours; next age will sce

A race more profligate than we
First, those flagitious times

(With all the pains we take) have skill enough to

(Pregnant with unknown crimes)
Conspire to violate the nuptial bed,

From which polluted head
nfectious streams of crowdiny sins began,
And through the spurious breed and guilty nation


Behold a ripe and melting maid,
Bound prentice to the wanton trade,

Ionian artists, at a mighty price,
Inftruct her in the mysteries of vice;

Victrix Cuufı Diis placuit, fed l'itla Catoni.
What nets to spread, where subtle baits to lay,
And with an carly hand they form the temper'd 'HE gods were pleas'd to chuse the conquering

fide, But Cato thought he conquer'd when he dy'd.



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HAVE feldom known a trick succeed, and will put none upon the reader; I

bul tell him plainly that I think it could never be more seasonable than now to lv down such rules, as, if they be observed, will make men write more correctly, and judge more discreetly: but Horace must be read seriously, or not at all, for else the reader won't be the better for him, and I shall have lost my labour. I have kept as close as I could, both to the meaning and the words of the author, and done nothing but what I believe he would forgive if he were alive; and I have often asked myself that question. I know this is a field,

Per quem magnus equos Aurur.cæ flexit Alumnus.

But with all the respect due to the name of Ben Jonson, to which no man pays more veneration than 1; it cannot be denied, that the constraint of rhyme, and a literal translation (to which Horace in this book declares himself an enemy), has made him want a comment in many places.

My chief care has been to write intelligibly; and where the Latin was obscure, I have added a line or two to explain it.

I am below the envy of the critics ; but, if I durst, I would beg them to remetsber, that Horace owed his favour and his fortune to the character given of him by Virgil and Varius, that Fundanius and Pollio are still valued by what Horace lays of them, and that, in their golden age, there was a good understanding among the ingco nious, and those who were the most esteemed were the best natured.

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in a pi&ure (Piso) you should sec

Some, that at first have promis'd mighty things,

Applaud themselves, when a few florid lines Or a man's head upon a horse's neck,

Shine through the infipid dulness of the relt; Or limbs of beasts of the most different kinds, Here they describe a temple, or a wood, Cover'd with feathers of all sorts of birds, Or Itreams that through delightful meadows 10, Would you not laugh, and think the painter mad! And there the rainbow, or the rapid Rhine; l'rust me, that book is as ridiculous,

But they misplace them all, and croud them in
Whose incoherent style (like fick men's dreams) And are as much to seek in other things,
Varies all thapes, and mixes all extremes.

As he that only can design a tree,
Painters and Poets have been still allow'd

Would be to draw a hipwreck or a storm.
'Their pencils, and their fancies unconfin'd. When you begin with so much pomp and how,
'This privilege we frecly give and take;

Why is the end so little and so low?
But Nature, and the common laws of sense, Be what you will, so you be still the same.
Forbid to reconcile Antipathies,
Or make a snake engender with a dove,

Printed from Dr. Rawlinson's copy, cartce
And hungry tigers court the tender lanıbs, cd by the Earl of Roscommon's own hand,

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