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When nothing makes them sick but too much So spoke I restless; and, then springing light wealth,
From my tir'd bed, walk'd forth in meer despite. Or wild o'er-boiling of ungovern'd health; What impulse mov'd my steps I dare not say ; Whose grievance is satiety of ease,
Perhaps some guardian-angel mark'd th’ way:
The air was gentle, (for the month was May,)
In pious matins birds with birds conspire, -
Some lead the notes, and some assist the choir. The place he sought for with such cost and pains, The goat-berd, gravely pacing with his flocks, Swift to embrace, and eager to pursue,
Leads them to heaths and bry’rs, and crags and He finds he has no earthly thing to do;
rocks. Then yawns for sleep, the opium of the mind, Th' impatient mower with an aspect blythe The last dull refuge indolence can find . Surveys the sain-foyn-fieless, and whets liis
Most men, like David, wayward in extremes, Ynoisa, Sanchia, Beatrix, prepare (scythe.
Alfalsa, whose luxuriant herbage feeds
Is six limes re-produc'd, and six times shorn. Where lies my errour, what has been my crime? The Cembran pine-trees ? form an awful shade, Beasts, birds, and cattle feel thy balmy rud; And their rich balm perfumes the neighb'ring The drowsy mountains wave, and seem to nod
glade? The torrents cease to chide, the seas to roar, (Whilst humbler olives, intermix'd between, And the hush'd waves recline upon the shore.” Had chang'd their fruit to filamotte from green,) Perhaps the wretch, whose god is wealth and The Punic granate 8 op'd its rose-like flow'rs; care,
The orange breath'd its aromatic pow'rs. Rejects the precious object of my pray'r:
Wand'ring still on, at length my eyes survey'd Th'ambitious statesman strives not to partake A painted seat, beneath a larch-tree's shade. Thy blessings, but desires to dream awake : I sate, and try'd to dose, but slumber fed; “The lover rudely thrusts thee from his arms, I then essay'd a book, and thus I read 9 : And like Ixion clasps imagin'd charms.
“Suppose, O man, great Nature's yoice should Thence come to me.- Let others ask for more ; To thee, or me, or any of us all;
[call I ask the slightest influence of thy pow'r: • What dost thou mean, ungrateful wretch! thou Swiftest in flight of all terrestrial things, Thou mortal thing, thus idly to complain? (vain, Oh only touch my eye-lids with thy wings * !” If all the bounteous blessings I could give,
Thou baust enjoy.d; If thou hadst known to live Currit agens niannos ad villam bic præcipi-|(And pleasure not leak'd thro' thee like a sieve) ; tanter,
Why dost thou not give thanks as at a plenteous Auxilium tectis quasi ferre ardentibus instans.
(take thy rest? Oscitat extemplò tetigit cum limina villæ, Cramm'd to the throat with life, and rise and Aut abit in somnum gravis, atque oblivia But, if my blessings thou hast thrown away, quærit.
If indigested joys pass'd thru' and would not Lucret. L. III. v. 1076.
stay, See Sandy's Trav. p. 137, and 1 Chron. ch. Why dost thou wish for more to squander still ?
If life be grown a load, a real ill, xi, v. 17, &c.
And I would all thy cares and labours end, * All the verses in this paragraph marked with inverted commas are imitated from a famous Lay down thy burthen, fool! and know thy
friend. passage in Statius, nerer yet translated into our language. The original perhaps is as fine a
5 The best species of this grass, hitherto mursel of poetry as antiquity can boast of:
known, is in Andalusia. Crimine quo merui juvenis placidissime divum
6 Alfalsa (from the old Arabian word alfalsa, Quóre errore miser, donis ut solus egerem
fat) lucerne-grass. At present the Spaniards Somne tuis? Tacet omne pecus, volucresque,
call it also ervaye. feræque;
7 A sort of ever-green laryx: Pinus Cembra. Et simulant fessos curvata cacumina somnos.
This beautiful tree grows wild on the Spanish Nec trucibus fluviis idem sonus. Occidit horror
Appennines, and is raised by culture in less Aquoris, & terris maria acclinata quiescunt.
mountainous places, What name the natives At punc heus aliquis longa sub nocte puelle
give it I have forgotten; but the Prench in the Brachia nexa tenens, ultro te Somne repellit.
Briançois call it meleze, and the Italians in the Inde veni. Nec te totas infundere pennas
bishopric of Trente, in Fiume, &c. give it the Luminibus compello meis, (hoc turba precatur
name of cirmoli, not lariché. Lætior;) extremo me tange cacumine virgæ,
8 The pom-granate. Sufficit; aut leviter suspenso poplite transi.
• The Spanish author introduces the following Syly. L. V. passages from Lucretius,
To please thee, I have empty'd all my store, Have you e'er seen th'affrighted peasant grasp I can invent and can supply no more:
(Searching for flow'rs or fruits) th' enrenom'd But run the round again, the round I ran before,
asp? Suppose thou art not bruken yet with years, Or have you ever felt th’inipetuous shock, Yet still the self-same scene of things appears, When the swift vessel splits npun a rock? And would be ever, cou'dst thou ever live; Or mark'd a face with liortour over-spread, For life is still but life, there's nothing new to When the third apoplex inrades the head? give.'
Then form some image of my ghastly fright; What can we plead against so just a bill? Fear stopp'd my voice, and terrour diuim'd my We stand convicted, and our cause goes ill.
sight: But if a wretch, a man oppress'd by fate, My heart flew from its place" in constemalion, Should heg of Nature to prolong his date,
And nature felt a short annihilation : [eyns She speaks aloud to him, with more disdain ; Then-with a plunge--I sobb’d;--and with faict "Be still, thou martyr-fool, thou coretous of pair.'| Look'd upwards, to the Ruler of the skies 13. But if an old decrepid sot lament; (ient? At length--recov'ring--in a broken tone• What thou !' she cries, 'who hasi out-liv'd con- “ Princess''-I cry'd, -" Thy pris'ner is unDost thou complain, who hast enjoy'd my store ? Despair and misery succeed to fear:-- [done. But this is still th' effect of wishing more! O had I known thy presence was so near!” Unsatisfy'd with all that Nature brings,
Abrupt th' inexorable pow'r reply'd, Loathing the present, liking absent things. (Then turn'd her face, and show'd, the hideous From bence it comes, thy vain desires at strife
side:) Within themselves, have tantaliz'd thy life; “ Fool! 'tis too late to wish, too late to pray: And ghastly death appear'd before thy sight Thou hadst the means, but not the will to pay; E'er thou hast gorg'd thy soul and senses with Each day of human lise is warning-day. delight.
The present point of time is all thou hast, Now leave those joys, unsuiting to thy age, The future doubtful and the former past! To a fresh comer, and resign the stage.
Yet as I read contrition in thy eyes, Mean-time, when thoughts of death disturb thy And thy breast heaves with terrour and surprise, head,
1, who as yet was never known to show Consider, Arcus, great and good, is dead : False pity to premeditated woe) Ancus, thy better far, was born to die;
Will graciously explain great Nature's laws, And thou, dost thou bewail mortality '•?!” And hear thy sophisms in so plain a cause. Charm'd with these lines of reason and good | There is a reason, (which to time I leave) sense,
Why I give thee alone this short reprieve '}, (No matter who the author was, nor whence,) Banish thy fears, urge all thy wit can find, I stopp'd, and into contemplation fell; Suppose me what I am, suppose thyself mankind!" Amaz'd an impious wit should think so well; She spoke, and led me by a private way, Who often (to his own and reader's cost, Where a small winding path half-printed lay: To show the atheist, half the poet lost.
Then, turning short, an avenue we 'spy'd, (Knowing too much, makes many a muse unfit; Long, smoothly pav'd, magnificently wide. Tis not the bloon, but plethory of wit.-) Dark cypresses the skirting sides adorn'd, At length a drowsiness arrested thought, And gloomy yew-trees, which for ever mourn'd: And sleep (as is her custom) came unsought. Whilst on the margin of the beaten road, Now listen to the purport of my tale.
Its pallid bloom sick-smelling hen-bane show'd; Methought I wander'd in a fairy vale:
Next emblematic rose-mary appear'd, Replete with people of each sex and age; And lurid hemloc its stain'd stalks up-rear'd, Good, bad, great, small, the foolish and the sage: | (God's signature to man in evil hour!-) Whilst on the ground promiscuously were laid Nor were the night-shades wanting, nor the pou'r Stars, mitres, rags, the sceptre, and the spade, Of thoru'd stramonium, nor the sickly flow'r
At length a haughty dainc approach'd my view, Of cloying mandrakes; the deceitful root Whom by no single attribute I knew;
Of the monk's fraudful cowl!4, and Plinian For all that painters fuigu, and bards devise,
fruit 15. Is meer mock-imag'ry, and artiul lyes.
Hypericon 16 was there, the herb of war, Boldly she look'd, like one of high degree; Pierc'd thro' with wounds, and seam'd with many Yet dever seemd to cast a glance on me; At which I inly joy'd; for, truth to say, I felt an unknown awe, and some dismay.
11 Job, ch. xxxvii, v. 1. She pass'd me: ber side-face was smooth and 12 From Slatius. fair;
Stabat anbela metu, solum Natura Tonantem (Much as fine women, turu'd of furty, are :) Respiciens.
Achill. I. v. 487. When, turning sluit, and un-perceiv'd by me, 13 The reason is, that what here happens is a She grasp'd my throat, and spoke with stern au- vision, and not a reality. thority:
11 Napellus; monk's-hood, friar's cowl; the “ Him, whom I seek, art thou! Thy race is run: most dangerous sort of aconite. My journey's ended, and thy bus'ness done. 15 Amumum Plinii. Surrender up to me thy captive-breath,
16 St. John's Wort. See Gondibert, LI, My pow'r is nature's pow'r, my name is Death!” Canto 6. This plant is called by us the herb of
war, not merely because its juice is of a bloody 10 Lucret. L. III. translated by Dryden. colour, but because it is one of the principal
and pale nymphæa 17 with her clay-cold | And that thy likeness of a head sustain'd breath;
A regal crown 22: but all was false, or feign'd, And poppies, which suborn the sleep of death. “ ! see thee now, delusive as thou art, This avenue (mysterions to relate)
Without one symbol to alarm the heart : Surpris'il me much, and warn’d me of my fate. Not ev'n upon thy flowing vest is shown Its length at first approach enormous seem'd; An emblematic dart, or charnel-bone ; Full half a thousand stadia 18 as I deem'd: I rather see it, glorious to behold, But then the road was smooth and fair to see; With rubies edg'd, and purfled o'er with gold : (With such insensible declivity)
Gay annual flow’rs adorn each vacant space, That what men thought a tedious course to run, Of short-liv'd beauty, and uncertain grace.-Was finish'd oft the hour it first begun.
Artificer of fraud and deep disguise ! Sudden, arriving at a palace-gate,
Prompt to perform, ingenious to surprise: I saw a spectre in the portal wait:
In ev'ry light (as far as man can see An ill-shap'd monster, bideous to be seen; By thy consent) supreme hypocrisy ! She seem'd, methought, the mother of the Punish thy hopeless captive if he lies.
Instead of a scalp'd skull, and empty eyes, Opening their valves, self-mov'd on either Bones without flesh, and (as we all suppose) The adainantine doors expanded wide: [side, Vacuity of lips, and cheeks, and nose, When Death commands they close, when Death (So dextrous is thy sorcery and care !) commands divide.
I see a woman tolerably fair. Then quick re enter'd a magnific hall,
“ Instead of sable robes and mournful geer Where groups of trophies over-spread the wall. Camelion-like, a thousand garbs yon wear, In sable scrawls I Nero's name perus’d,
Nor bear the black and solemn thrice a year; And Herod's, with a sanguine stain sulfus'd; Drest in gay robes, whose shifting colours show While Numa's name adorn’d a radiant place, The varying glories of the show'ry bow, (green, And that of Titus deck'd a milk white space. Glowing with waves of gold; sea-tincturd “ Now," cry'd the Pow'r of Death,“ survey Rich azure, and the bloomy gridéline 23. me well :
“ Thus in appearances you cheat us all, Thy shame, remorse, and disappointment tell; Plan our disgraces, and contrive our fall; Why dost thou tremble still, and whence thy Something you show, that ev'ry fool may hit, dread?
With mirth you treat, and bait that mirth with Why shake thy lips, and why thy colour fled ?
wit: Speak, vassal, recognize thy sov'reign queen: False hopes, the loves and graces of your train, Hast thou ne'er seen me? Know'st thou not me, (Pimps to the great, th' ambitious, and the vain,) seen?”
Summon your guests, and in attendance wait; “ Liege-inistress, whom the greatest kings While you, like eastern queens, conceal'd in adore,
state, lown my homage, and confess tby pow'r. O’erlook the whole; th’audacious jest refine, Alone, that sor'reignty on Earth is thine, Smile on the feast 24, and sparkle in the wine. Which justly proves its claim to right divine: Arachné thus in ambush'd covert lies ; Thine is the old hereditary sway,
Wits, atheists, jobbers, statesmen, are the flies, Which portals ought, and mortals must obey. Doom'd to be lost, they dream of no deceit, But empress, thou hast not the form I deem'd: And, fond of ruin, over-look the cheat; Velasquez 20 painted lies, and Camoëns 20 Pride stands for joy, and riches for delight:dream'd:
[grant!) Weak men love weakness, in their own despite; I thought to meet, (as late as Heav'n might And, finding in their native funds no ease, A skeleton, ferocious, tall, and gaunt;
Assume the garb of fuols and hope to please.Whose loose teeth in their paked sockets shook, Wretches when sick of life for rats-bane cail: And grion'd terrific, a Sardonian look 21, 'Twere worth our while to give them fvol-lane I thought, besides, thy right-hand aim'd a dart, Since by degrees each mis-conceiving elf [all : Resistless, to transpierce the human heart, Is ruin'd, not by nature, but himself.
“ Too late I see thy fraudful face entire: vulnerary herbs used in making the famous ar- One-half half-mimics health; balf-means desire; quebusade-water. -And again, as its leaves are And, tho' true youth and nature have no part, full of little punctures and holes, it is named Yet paint enlivens it, and wiles, and art; by Latin writers porusa, and perfoliata: the Colours laid on with a true harlot-grace; French call it mille-pertuis, and the Italians, They only show themselves, and hide the face. perforata.
The other half is hideous to behold, 17 Water-lily.
Ugly as grandame-apes, and full as old. 18 About threescore and ten miles: emblematical of the Psalmist's duration of human life. 22 Milton's Paradise Lost, L. II, v. 672.
23 Dryden's Flower and Leaf. “ Bright crim* Two Spaniards, the one a famous painter, son and pure white, sweetly mixed in waves and and the other a celebrated poet.
melting one into the other, make the colour u According to the antients the herba Sardoa, which our ancient poets called gridéline.” or apium risûs, (by some supposed to be the 24 In speculis Mors atra sedet, dominique siwater crow-fout) brought on, after being eaten,
lentis such horrid convulsions, that the party died Adnumerat populos. grinning, through the extremity of agony.
Stat. Thcb. I.. IV, v. 527.
There time has spent the fury of his course, “ Culprit, thou hast thy piteous story toid,
Have neither sung me right, nor justly drew:
With chap-fall’n mouth, and with extinguish'd “ but princess, to thy cunning be it known,
eyes.This emblematic side is rarely shown;
Whether enlightend with an heav'nly ray, Man would start back if wedded to the crone. Or whether thou hast better guess'd than they, Side-long it is your custom to advance,
I say not; yet thus much I inust confess, Show the fair half, and hide the foul, askance; Thy kuowledge is superior, or thy guess. And, like a vetran tempter, cast an eye Town the feign'd retreat, th' oblique advance, Of glancing bla odishment in passing by. The flight I take unseen, th' illusive glance,
By stealing side-ways with a silent pace The blandishments of artificial grace, Man rarely sees the moral of your face : The sound, the palsy'd limbs, and double face, And (what's the dang'rous frenzy of the whim) | All I contend for, (there the question lies,) Concludes, you've no immediate call for him, Is this; Let men but look thro' wisdom's eyes, Adjoin lo this, your necromantic pow'r,
And death ne'er takes them by a false surprize. Contracting half an age to half an hour.
“ Did not thy Maker, when he gave thee birth, Just so the cyphers from the unit fled,
Create thee out of perishable earth? When Malicorn the demon's contract read 25. Where hot, and coll, the rough, and lenient fight, The unit in the fore-most column stood,
The hard, and soft, the heavy, and the light: And the two cyphers were obscurid with blood 26. Whilst ev'ry atom fretted to decay
• Two other mistress-arts you make your own; The heterogeneous lump of jarring clay?To Circe and Urganda arts unknown :
Was not just death entail'd on thee and all, When men look on you, and your steps survey, (Such the decree of Heav'n) in Adam's fall? You seem to glide a-slant another way:
The parent-plant receiv'd a taipt at root, - But the first moment they withdraw their eye, Hence the weak branches, hence the sickly Swift you take wing, and like a vulture fly,
fruit. Which snuffs the distant quarry in the wind, “ Thus with spring's genial balm and sun-shine And marks the carcass she is sure to find.- The annual flouret lifts its tender hcal, [fed The next deception is more wond'rous still; In summer blooming, and at wister dead; O grand artificer of fraud and ill!
Nay, if by chance a lasting plant be found, When the sick man up-lifts the sash t’inhale Whose roots pierce deep th’inhospitable ground; Th' enlivening breezes of the western gale, Whose verdant leaves, (life's common autumn To snatch one glimpse of ease from flow'ry Bid fair t' out-live the bitter wintry blast, (past). fields,
And green old-age predicts a rernal shuot;And (fancying) taste the joy which nature yields; I lend my hand to pluck both branch and root. Far as the landscape's verge admits his view, Man is no more perennial than a flow'r; He sees a phantom, and concludes it you. Some may live years, some months and some an A gleam of courage then relieves his breast,
hour. * Be calm my soul,' he cries, and take thy “When first thou gav'st the promise of a man,
When th' embryon-speck of entity began, When at that moment, dreadful to relate, Was not the plastic atom at a strife, (For all but he that ought observe his fate,) "Twixt death ambiguous and a twilight life, The wife, the son, the friend perceive thee stand Struggling with dubious shade and dubious light, Behind his curtains with uplifted hand,
Like the Moon's orb; whilst nations in atiright Thee, real Thee! to drive the deadly dart, Hope for new day, but fear eternal night? And at one sudden stroke transpierce the “When motionless the half-form'd fætus lay, hcart !"
And doubtful life just gleam'd a glimm'ring ray,
When nature bade the vital tide to roll, 25 D. of Guise, a Tragedy. Dryden.
I cloth'd with crust of flesh that gem the soul; % Malicom was an astrologer advanced in My mortal dart th’immortal stream defild, years, but being ambitious of making a great and the sire's frailties flow'd into the child. figure in this world, Diade over his soul to Satan, The very milk his pious mother gave, upon condition that he enjoyed earthly gran- Turn’d poison, a id but nurs'd him for the grare**. deur fur 100 years more. The contract was In ev'ry atom that his frame compos'd written, signed and sealed in due form, when I weak to strong, unsound to sound oppos’d. lo, at the expiration of one year the evil spirit Crucl, and proud of a deputed reign, entered Malicorn's chainber, preceded by thon - Iting'd the limpid stream wiih gloomy pain; der and lightning, and demanded him as his | Nor yet contented, in the current threw forfeit. The astrologer was exceedingly terri- Discolour'd sickness of each dismal hue. fied, and, after making many remonstrances, insisied on seeing the original contract; but the 25 “ Cousider, Oman, what thou wert before cyphers in number 100 were written with eva-thy birth, what thou art from thy birth to thy nescent ink, and the figme I only remained le-death, and what thou shalt be after death. Thou gible. The moral of this fiction is incompara- wast made of an inpure substance, and clothble. See Act V, Sc. 5.
ed and nourished in thy mother's blood.” 27 Luke, ch, xii. v. 13.
Thus from the source which first life's waters “Then mark the worldling, and explore him gare,
well: Till their last final home, the ocean-grave, His grief, his shame, and self-conviction tell : Infection blends itself in ev'ry wave:
Weak were my joys,' (he cries,) ‘and short Marasmus, atrophy, the gout, and stone;
their stay: Fruits of our parents' folly and our own! Pride mark'd the race, and folly pick'd the way.
" To live in health and case you idly feign; Can I revoke my mis directed pow'r? [hour? Man's sprightliest days are intermitting pain. Where's my lost hope, and where the vanish'd Changing for worse, and never war'd by ill, Curst be that greatness wbich blind fortune lent; Still the same bait, the same deception still! Curst be that wealth which sprung not from conYouth has new times for change, and may com
tent! Age ventures all upon a losing hand, [mand ; Still, still my conscious memory prevails; The liberty you boast of is a cheat;
And understanding paints where mem'ry fails!' Licentiousness lurks under the deceit:
“ Allow me next with confidence to say, Pleuty of means you have, and pow'r to chuse; I (As safely with the strictest truth I may ;) Yet still you take the bad, the good refuse. Why dust thou, ideot, senselessly complain, The freedom of the tempests you enjoy,
(Fond of more life, and covetous of pain,) Born to o'erturn, and breathing to destroy. That I, a tyrant, seize thee by surprize?"These injure not themselves, the reas'ning elf Flames, as she spoke, shot flashing froin her Injures alike both others and himself.
“Dotard ! I gave thee waruing ev'ry hour; [eyes. Sour'd in his liveliest hours, infirm when strong, Announc'd my presence, and proclaim'd my Unsure at safest, and but short when long.
pow'r. “ Hast thou with anxious care and strictest One only bus'ness in the world was thine, thought
Born but to die! t'exact the payment mine. Made that nice estimate of time you ought? If, atheist-like, you blame the just decree, Time, like the precious di'mond, should be Attack thy Maker, but exculpate me! weigh'd;
Mortality's coeval with thy breath; Carats, not pounds, must in the scale be laid. Life is a chain of links which lead to death. know'st thou the value of a year, a day, Sleep-wake-run-creep-alike to death you An hour, a moment, idly thrown away?
[lore, Then had thy life been blessedly employ'd, Death's in thy meat, thy wine, thy sleep, thy And all thy minutes sensibly enjoy'd !
Know'st thou not me, my warnings, and alarms? What are they now, and whither are they flown? Thou, who so oft hast slumberd in my arms! Th’immortal pain subsists, the mortal pleasures for ever seeing, can'st thou rought descry? gone!
Dead ev'ry night, and yet untaught to die ! Can'st thou recall them?-Impotent and vain ! “ How dar'st thou give thy impious murmurs Or hare they promis'd to return again?
vent, Cali (if thou can'st) the winged arrow back, Thyself a breathing, speaking monument? Which lately cut thro' air its vjewless track; No death is sudden to a wretch like thee, Or bid the cataract ascend its source, [course; The emblein of his own mortality! Which pour'd from Alpine heights its furious Above, beneath, within thee, and without, Ah po—Time's vanish'd! and you only find All things fore-show the stroke, and clear the A cold, unsatisfying scent behind!
The very apoplex, thy swiftest foc, [doubt, “ Fue to delays, economist of time,
Forewarns his coming; and approaches slow; Thrice-happy litus, virtuous in thy prime ! Sudeen confusions interrupt thy brain ; In whom the noon day or the setting Sun Swift thro'thy teinples shoots the previous pain; Ne'er saw a work of goodness left undone.- Suspicion follows, and mis-giving fear.Old age compounds, or (more proroking yet) Death always speaks, if man would strive to Sends a small gift, when Heav'n expects the debt.
hear, Bring not the leavings of thy faint desires
“ Acquit me then of fraudulent surprise:
“Behold the wretch,who long has health enjoy'd, The morning of man's real life is death 30."
soul; See him against his nature vainly strive, Remorse, vexation, shame, and anger strive.The busiest, pertest, prondest thing alive! I wak’d:--and (to my joy) I wak'd alive. (As if beyond the patriarchal date
Never was human transport more sincere ;Exceptive mercy had prolong'd his fate.) And the best men may find instruction here. When lo! behind the variegated cloud, Euwrapt in mists, and muflled in a shrowd, 29 Eccles, ch. xi, v. 3. The dissolution of old age comes on,
Steriles transmisimus annos; Gouts, palsies, asthmas, jaundice, and the stone: Hæc ævi mibi prima dies : hæc limina vita An hungry, merciless, insatiate band,
Stat. Sylv. L. IV. Eacer as Croats for Death's last command ! Wbich still repeat their mercenary strain, • Lead us, to add the living to the slain.'