is dread retires, the flowing glaffes add ourage and mirth: magnificent in thought, maginary riches he enjoys,

nd in the gaol expatiates unconfin'd.
For can the poet Bacchus' praise indite,
Debarr'd his grape: The Mufes ftill require
Humid reglement, nor will aught avail
mploring Phebus, with unmoiften'd lips.
Thus to the generous bottle all incline,

By parching thirst allur'd: With vehement funs
When dufty fummer bakes the crumbling clods,
How pleafant is 't, beneath the twisted arch
Of a retreating bower, in mid-day's reign
To ply the sweet carouse, remote from noise,
Secur'd of feverish hers' When th' aged year
Inclines, and Boreas' spirit blufters frore,
Beware th' inclement heavens; now let thy hearth
Crackle with juicelefs boughs; thy lingering blood
Now inftigate with th' apple's powerful streams.
Perpetual showers, and formy gufts confine
The willing Plowman, and December warns
To annual jollities; now fportive youth
Carol incondite rhythms, with fuiting notes,
And quaver unharmonious; sturdy fwains
In clean array for rustic dance prepare,
Mixt with the buxom damfels: hand in hand
They frisk and bound, and various mazes weave,
Shaking their brawny limbs, with uncouth mein,
Transported, and fometimes an oblique leer
Dart on their loves, fometimes an hafty kifs
Steal from unwary laffes; they with fcorn,
And neck reclin'd, refent the ravish'd blifs.
Meanwhile blind British bards with volant touch
Traverte loquacious ftrings, whofe folemn notes
Provoke to harmless revels; thefe among,
A fubtle artist ftinds, in wondrous bag
That bears imprifon'd winds (of gentler fort
Than thofe, which erft Laertes' fon enclos'd).
Peaceful they fleep; but let the tuneful fqueeze
Of labouring elbow rouze them, out they fly
Melodious, and with fprightly accents charm.
'Midft thefe defports, forget they not to drench
Themselves with bellying goblets; nor, when fpring
Returns, can they refufe to ufher in

The fresh-born year with loud acclaim, and store
Of jovial draughts, now, when the fappy boughs
Attire themselves with blooms, fweet rudiments
Of future harveft: When the Gnoffian crown
Leads on expected autumn, and the trees
Difcharge their mellow burdens, let them thank
Boon Nature, that thus annually fupplies
Their vaults, and with her former liquid gifts
Exhilarates their languid minds, within
The golden mean confin'd: Beyond there's nought
Of health, or plenfure. Therefore, when thy heart
Dilates with ferven joys, and eager foul
Prompts to pursue the fparkling glafs, be fure
'Tis time to fhun it; if thou wilt prolong
Dire compotation, forthwith reafon quits
Her empire to confufion, and mifrule,

And vain debates: then twenty tongues at once
Confpire in fenfelefs jargon, nought is heard
Bu din, and various clamor, and mad rant:
Diftruft, and jealousy to thefe fucceed,
And anger-kindling taunt, the certain bane
Of well-knit fellow hip. Now horrid frays
Commence, the brimming glaffes now are hurl'd

With dire intent; bottles with bottles clai

In rude encounter, round their temples fly

The fharp-edg'd fragments, down their batter'd cheeks
Mixt gore and cyder flow. What shall we say
Of rafh Elpenor, who in evil hour

Dry'd an immeafurable bowl, and thought
T'exhale his furfeit by irriguous deep,
Imprudent? him death's iron-fleep oppreft,
Defcending carelefs from his couch; the fall
Luxt his neck-joint, and fpinal marrow bruis'd.
Nor nced we tell what anxious cares attend
The turbulent mirth of wine; nor all the kinds
Of maladies, that lead to Death's grim cave,
Wrought by intemperance, joint-racking gout,
Inteftine ftone, and pining atrophy,
Chill even when the fun with july heats
Fries the fcorch'd foil, and dropfy all-a-float,
Yet craving liquids: nor the Centaurs tale
Be here repeated; how, with luft and wine
Inflam'd, they fought, and fpilt their drunken fouls
At feafting hour. Ye heavenly Powers that guard
The British iles, fuch dire events remove

Far from fair Albion, nor let civil broils
Ferment from focial cups: May we, remote
From the hoarfe, brazen found of war, enjoy
Our humid products, and with feemly draughts
Enkindle mirth, and hofpitable love.

Too oft, alas! has mutual hatred drench'd
Our fwords in native blood; too oft has pride,
And hellish difcord, and infatiate thirst
Of others rights, our quiet difcompos'd.
Have we forgot, how fell deftruction rag'd
Wide-fpreading, when by Eris' torch incens'd
Our fathers warr'd? what heroes, fignaliz'd
For loyalty and prowels, met their fate
Untimely, undeferv'd! how Bertie fell,
Compton, and Granville, dauntless fons of Mars,
Fit themes of endless grief, but that we view
Their virtues yet furviving in their race!
Can we forget, how the mad, headstrong rout
Defy'd their prince to arms, nor made account
Of faith or duty, or allegiance fworn?
Apoftate, atheift rebels! bent to ill,
With feeming fanctity, and cover'd fraud,
Inftill'd by him, who first prefum'd t' oppofe
Omnipotence; alike their crime, th' event
Was not alike; these triumph'd, and in height
Of barbarous malice, and infulting pride,
Abftain'd not from imperial blood. O fact
Unparallel'd! O Charles, O beft of Kings!
What stars their black difaftrous influence shed
On thy nativity, that thou should't fall
Thus, by inglorious hands, in this thy realm,
Supreme and innocent, adjudg'd to death
By thofe thy mercy only would have fav'd!
Yet was the Cyder-I and unftain'd with guilt;
The Cyder-land obfequious ftill to thrones,
Abhorr'd fuch bafe difloyal deeds, and all
Her pruning-hooks extended into fwords,
Undaunted, to affert the trampled rights
Of monarchy; but, ah fuccefslefs the,
However faithful! then was no regard

Of right, or wrong. And this, once happy, land,
By home-bred fury rent, long groan'd beneath
Tyrannic fway, till fair revolving years
Our exil'd King, and Liberty reflor'd.
Now we exult, by mighty Anna's care

Secure

?

Pearl, and barbaric gold: Meanwhile the swains
Shall unmolested reap what plenty ftrows
From well-ftor'd horn, rich grain, and timely fruits.
The elder year, Pomona, pleas'd, fhall deck
With ruby-tinctur'd births, whofe liquid store
Abundant, flowing in well-blended streams,
The natives fhall applaud; while glad they talk
Of balefull ills, caus'd by Bellona's wrath
In other realms; where'er the British spread
Triumphant banners, or their fame has reach'd
Diffufive, to the utmoft bounds of this
Wide univerfe, Silurian cyder borne

Shall please all taftes, and triumph o'er the vine.

CERE A LIA*,

"Per ambages, Deorumque minifteria "Præcipitandus eft liber fpiritus.'

F

Whofe fhrilling clang reach'd heaven's extremeft sphere,
Rouz'd at the blaft, the gods with winged speed
To learn the tidings came, on radiant thrones
With fair memorials, and impreffes quaint
Emblazon'd o'er they fate, devis'd of old

By Muliber, nor small his fkili I ween.
There the relates what Churchill's arm had wrought,
On Blenheim's bloody plain. Up Bacchus rofe,
By his plamp cheek and barrel belly known,
The pliant tendrils of a juicy vine
Around his rofy brow in ringlets curl'd;
And in his hand a bunch of grapes he held,
The enfigns of the god! with ardent tone

He mov'd, that ftraight the nectar'd bowl fhould flow,
Devote to Churchill's health, and o'er all heaven
Uncommon orgies thould be kept till eve,

Till ali were fued with immortal mouft,

1706. Delicious tipple! that, in heavenly veins
Affimilated, vigorous ichor bred,
Superior to Frontiniac, or Bordeaux,
Or old Falern, Campania's beft increase ;
Or the more dulcet juice the happy ifles
From Palma or Forteventura fend.

PETRONIUS.

English tipple, and the potent grap

Which in the conclave of Celeftial Powers
Bred fell debate, fing, Nymph of heavenly stem,
Who on the hoary top of Pen-main-maur
Merlin the feer didft vifit, whilft he fate
With aftrolabe prophetic, to forefee
Young actions iffuing from the Fates Divan.
Full of thy power infus'd by nappy ALE,
Darkling he watch'd the planetary orbs,

In their obfcure fojourn o'er heaven's high cope.
Nor ceas'd till the gray dawn with orient dew
Impearl'd his large muftachoes, deep enfconc'd
Beneath his over-fhadowing orb of hat,
And ample fence of elephantin nose.
Scornful of keeneft polar winds, or fleet,
Or hail, fent rattling down from wintery Jove.
(Vain efforts on his feven-fold mantle, made
Of Caledonian rug, immortal woof!)
Such energy of foul to raise the fong,
Deign, Goddefs, now to me; nor then withdraw
Thy pure prefiding power, but guide my wing,
Which nobly meditates no vulgar flight.

Now from th' enfanguin'd Ifter's reeking flood
Tardy with many a corfe of Boïan knight,
And Gallic deep ingulft, with barbed fleeds
Promiscuous, Fame to high Olympus flew,
Shearing th' expanse of heaven with active plume;
Nor fwitter from Plinlimmon's steepy top
The ftaunch Gerfaulcon through the buxom air
Stoops on the fteerage of his wings, to trufs
The quarry, hern, or mallard, newly fprung
From creek, whence bright Sabrina bubbling forth,
Runs faft a Naïs through the flowery meads,
To fpread round Uriconium's towers her freams.
Her golden trump the goddefs founded thrice,

Joy flush'd on every face, and pleasing glee
Inward affent difcover'd, till uprofe
Ceres, not blithe, for marks of latent woe
Cim on her vifage lour'd: fuch her deport
When Arethufa from her reedy bed

Told her how Dis young Proferpine had rap'd,
To fway his iron fceptre, and command
In gloom tartareous half his wide domain.
Then, fighing, thus fhe faid" Have I fo long
Employ'd my various art, t' enrich the lip
Of Earth, all-bearing mother; and my iore
Communicated to the unweeting hind,
And shall not this pre-eminence obtain ?”
Then from beneath her Tyrion vest she took
The bearded ears of grain the most admir'd,
Which gods call Chrithe, in terreftrial speech
Ey-cleped Barley.
'Tis to this, the cry'd,

The British cohorts owe their martial fame And far-redoubted prowefs, matchless youth! This, when returning from the foughten field, Or Noric, or Iberian, feam'd with fears, (Sad fignatures of many a dreadful gash!) The veteran, caroufing, foon reftores Puiffance to his arm, and ftrings his nerves! And, as a fnake, when firft the rofy hours Shed vernal fweets o'er every vale and mead, Rolls tardy from his cell obfcure and dank; But, when by genial rays of fummer fun Purg'd of his flough, he nimbly thrids the brake, Whetting his fting, his crefted head he rears Terrific, from each eye retort he shoots Enfanguin'd rays, the diftant fwains admire His various neck, and fpires bedropt with gold: So at each glaf's the harrafs'd warrior feels Vigour renate; his horrent arms be takes, And rufting faulchion. on whofe ample hilt This poem is taken from a folio copy, 1706, Long Victory fat dormant: foon fhe fakes communicated from the Lambeth Library by Dr. Du- Her drowsy wings, and follows to the war, carel, in which the name of Philips was inferted in With fpeed fuccinct, where foon his marttial port the hand-writing of Abp. Tenifon. It was publish-She recognizes, whil he haughty tands ed by T. Bennet, the Bookfeller for whom Blen- On the rough edge of battle, and bestows heim" was printed: another ftrong prefumptive proof Wide torment on the ferried îles, fo us'd Frequent in Lold emprize, to work fad rout, of this being by the fame author, N. 6751 VOL. II.

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