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Behold the conflicts of the generous steeds, Has not the emperor got some envoy here?
Sprung from true blood, and well-attested breeds. Wo'n't Danish, Swedish, Prussian lords appear?
There youth may justly with discerning eye Who represents the line of Hanover ?
Through riding Amazonian habit spy

Don't the states general assist them all?
That which his swiftest courser cannot fly.

Should we not be in danger, if they fall ? It is no treacherous or base piece of art,

If Savoy's duke and prince Eugene could meet T'approve the side with which the fair takes part: In this solemnity, 'twould be complete. For equal passion equal minds will strike,

Think you that Barcelona could have stood Either in commendation or dislike.

Without the hazard of our noblest blood?
For, when two fencers ready stand to fight, At Ramilies what ensigns did you get?
And we're spectators of the bloody sight,

Did many towns in Flanders then subunit?
Our nimble passion, love, has soon design'd Was it the conqueror's business to destroy,
The man, to whom we must and will be kind. Or was he met by all of them with joy?
We think the other is not fit to win:

Oh, could my wish but fame eternal give,
This is our conqueror ere fight begin.

The laurel on those brows should ever live!”
If danger dares approach him, how we start ! The British worth in nothing need despair,
Our frighted blood runs trembling to our heart: When it has such assistance from the fair.
He takes the wounds, but we endure the smart. As Virtue merits, it expects regard ;
And Nature by such instances does prove, And Valour flies, where Beauty's the reward.
That we fear most for that which most we love.
Therefore, if chance should make her saddle slide,
Or any thing should slip, or be untied,
Oh, think it not a too officious care

With eagerness to run and help the fair,
We offer small things to the powers above : In love-affairs the theatre has part,
'Tis not our merit that obtains their lore.

That wise and most instructing scene of art, So when Eliza, whose propitious days

Where Vice is punish'd with a just reward, Revolving Heaven does seem again to raise ; And Virtue meets with suitable regard ; Whose ruling genius show'd a master-stroke Where mutual Love and Friendship find return, In every thing she did, and all she spoke; But treacherous Insolence is hiss'd with scorn, Was stepping o'er a passage, which the rain And Love's unlawful wiles in torment burn. Had fill'd, and seem'd as stepping back again; This without blushes wbilst a virgin sees, Young Raleigh scorn'd to see his queen retreat, Upon some brave spectator Love may seize, And threw his velvet-cloak beneath her feet. Who, till she sends it, never can have ease. The queen approv'd the thought, and made him As things that were the best at first great6.

By their corruption grow the worst; Mark when the queen her thanks divine would The modern stage takes liberties give

Unseen by our forefathers' eyes.
Midst acclamations, that she long may live ;

As bees from bive, from mole-bill ants;
To whom kind Heaven the blessing has bestow'd, So swarm the females and gallants,
To let her arms succeed for Europe's good;

All crowding to the comedy,
No tyranny throughout the triumph reigns,

For to be seen, and not to see.
Nor are thecaptivesdragg’d with ponderous chains; But, though these females are to blame,
But all declare the British subjects' ease,

Yet still they have some native shame :
And that their war is for their neighbours' peace. They all are silent till they're ask'd;
Then, whilst the pomp of majesty proceeds

And ev'n their impudence is mask'd: With stately steps, and eight well-chosen steeds, For Nature would be modest still, From every palace beauties may be seen,

And there's reluctancy in will. That will acknowledge none but her for queen. Sporting and plays had harmless been, Then, if kind Chance a lovely maid has thrown And might by any one be seen, Next to a youth with graces like her own,

Till Romulus began to spoil them, Much she would learn, and many questions ask; W'ho kept a palace, call'd Asylum; The answers are the lover's pleasing task.

Wherebastards, pimps, and thieves, and pandars, Is that the man who made the French to ? Were listed all to be commanders. What place is Blenheim ? is the Danube nigh? But then the rascals were so poor, Where was 't that he with sword victorious stood, They could not cbange a rogue for whore; And made their trembling squadrons choose the And neighbouring jades resolv'd to tarry, flood ?

Rather than with such scrubs they'd marry. What is the gold adorns this roval state?

But, for to cheat thein, and be wiv'd, Is it not hammer'd all from Vigo's plate?

They knavishly a farce contriv'd. Don't it require a most prodigious care

No gilded pillars there were seen, To manage treasures in the height of war?

Nor was the cloth they trod on green. Must he not be of calmest truth possest,

No ghosts came from the cellar crying, Presides o'er councils of the royal breast?

Nor angels from the garret flying. Sea-fights are surely dismal scenes of war!

The house was made of sticks and bushes, Pray, sir, were ever you at Gibraltar?

And all the floor was strew'd with rushes:

The seats were raised with turf and sods, 6 Sir Walter Raleich is well known to have been Whence beroes might be view'd, and gods. indebted to this little mark of gallantry for his Paris and Helen was the play, rise at court. N.

And how both of them ran away.

Romulus bade his varlets go

Take care how you from virtue stray; Invite the Sabines to his show.

For scandal follows the same way, Unto this opera no rate is :

And more than truth it will devise. They all were free to come in gratis :

Old poets did delight in lies, And they, as girls will seldom miss

Which modern ones now call surprise.
A merry meeting, came to this.

Some say that Myrrha lov'd her father,
There was much wishing, sighioz, thinking, That Byblis lik'd her brother rather.
Not without whispering, and winking.

And in such tales old Greece did glory:
Their pipes had then no shaking touch:

Amongst the which, pray take this story. Their song and dance were like the Dutch:

Crete was an isle, whose fruitful nations The whole performance was by men,

Swarm'd with an hundred corporations, Because they had no eunuchs then.

And there upon Mount Ida stood But, whilst the music briskly play'd,

A renerable spacious wood, Romulus at his cue display'd

Within whose centre was a grove The sign for each man to his maid.

Immortaliz'd by birth of Jove : “ Huzza !" they cry; then seize: some tremble In vales blow a buil was fed, In real fact, though most dissemble.

Whom all the kine obey'd as head; Some are attempting an escape,

Betwixt his horns a tuft of black did grow, And others softly cry, “ A rape!”

But all the rest of him was driven snow. Whilst some bawl out, “ That they had rather (Our tale to truth does not contine us.) Than twenty pound lose an old father.”

At the same time one justice Minos, Some look extremely pale, and others red,

That liv'd hard-by, was inarried lately; Sie wish they'd ne'er been born, or now weredeal, And, that his bride might show more stately, And others fairly wish themselves a-bed.

When through her pedigree he run,
Some rant, tear, run; whilst some sit still,

Found she was daughter to the Sun.
To show they're ravish'd much against their will. Her name Pasiphaë was hight,
Thus Ronse began; and now at last,

And, as her father, she was bright,
After so many ages past,

This lady took up an odd fancy, Their rapes and lewdness without shame;

That with his bull she fain would dance ye. Their vice and villany's the same.

She'd mow him grass, and cut down boughs, Ill be their fate who would corrupt the stage,

On which his stateliness might browse.
And spoil the true corrector of the age !

Whilst thus she hedges breaks and climbs,
Sure Minos must have happy times !
She never card for going fine,

She'd rather trudge among the kine.

Then at her toilet she would say,

5 Methinks I look bizarre to day. Now learn those arts which teach you to obtain Sure my glass lies, I'm not so fair : Those beauties which you see divinely reign.

Oh, were this face o'ergrown with hair!
Though they by Nature are transcendent bright, I never was for top-knots born;
And would be seen ev'n through the gloom of night; My favourites should each be horn.
Yet they their greatest lustre still display,

But now I'm liker to a sow
In the meridian pitch of calmest day.

Than, what I wish to be, a cow'Tis then we purple view, and costly gem,

What would I give that I could lough! And with more admiration gaze on thein.

My bull-y cares for none of those Faults seek the dark; they who by moon-light woo, That are afraid to spoil their clothes : May find their fair-one as inconstant too.

Did he but love me, he'd not fail When Modesty supported is by Truth,

To take me with my draggle-tail.” There is a bo dness that becomes your youth.

Then tears would fall, and then she'd la gentle sounds disclose a lover's care,

run, 'Tis better than your sizhing and Jespair.

As would tho Devil upon Dun.
Birds may abhor their grovés, the flocks the plain, When she some handsome cow did spy,
The hare, grown bold, may face the dogs arain, She'd scan her form with jealous eye;
When Beauty don't in Virtue's arips rejoice, Say, “How she frisks it o'er the plain,
Since harmony in love is Nature's voice.

Runs on, and then turns back again!
But harden'd impudence sometimes will try She seems a bear resolvid to prance,
At things which Justic cannot but deny.

Or a she-ass that tries to dance. Then, what that says is insolence and pride,

In vain she thinks hers: If so fine : Is Prudence, with firm Honour for its guide.

She can't please bull-y, for he's mine. The lady's counsels often are betray'd

But 'tis revenge alone assuages By trustings crets to a servile maid,

My envy when the passion rages. Tne whole intrigues of whose insidious brain

Here, rascal, quickly yoke that cow, Are base, and only terminate in pain.

And see the shrivel'd carrion plough. It then take care of too diffusive mirth;

But second counsel's best: she dies : Suspicions thence, and thence attempts, take I'll make immediate sacrifice, Hadllium been with gravity employ'd, [birth. And with the victim trust my eyes. By Sinon's craft it has not been destroy'd.

'Tis thus my rivals l'll remove A vulgar air, mean songs, and free discourse, Who interpose 'twixt me and what I love. With sly insinuations, may prove worse

Io in Egypt's worship now, To tender females than the Trojan horse.

Since Jove transform'd her to a cow,

'Twas on a bull Europa came

You in your scull did promise carriage, To that blest land which bears her name.

And gave me proofs of fature marriage; Who knows what fate's ordain'd for me

But then last night away did creep, The languishing Pasiphaë,

And basely left me fast asleep.” Had I a bull as kind as she !"

Then she is falling in a fit: When madness rages with unusual fire,

But don't grow uglier one bit. 'Tis not in Nature's power to quench desire;

The flood of tears rather supplies
Then vice transforms man's reason into beast, The native rheurn about her eyes.
And so the monster's made the poet's jest.

The bubbies then are beat again :
Women in passion feel no pain.
“What will become of me? oh, what

Will come of me? oh, tell me that !”

Bacco was drawer at the Sun,

And had his belly like his tun: LET youth avoid the noxious heat of wine :

For blubber-lips and checks all bloated, Bacchus to Cupid bears an ill design.

And frizzled pate, the youth was note. The grape, wheu scattered on the wings of Love, He, as his custom was, got drunk, So clogs the down, the feathers cannot move. And then went strolling for å punk. The boy, who otherwise would fleeting stray, Six links and lanterns, cause'twas dark yet, Reels, tumbles, lies, and is enforc'd to stay.

He press'd from Covent-Garden market: Then courage rises, when the spirit's fir'd,

Then his next captives were the waits, And rages to possess the thing desird:

Who play'd lest he should break their pates. Care vanishes through the exalted blood,

But, as along in state he passes, And sorrow passes in the purple flood;

He met a fellow driving asses: Laughter proceeds; nor can he want a soul,

For there are several folks, whose trade is Whose thoughts in fancied heaps of plenty roll. To milk them for consumptive ladies. Uncommon freedom lets the lips impart

Nothing would serve but get astride, Plain simple truth from a dissembling heart.

And the old bell-man too must ride, Then to some wanton passion he must run,

What with their hooting shunting yell, Which his discreeter hours would gladly sbun; The scene had something in't of Hell. Where he the time in thoughtless ease may pass, And who should all this rabble meet, And write his billet-dour upon the glass;

But Gnossy, drabbling in the street ? Whilst sinking eyes with languishment profess The fright destroy'd her speech and colour, Follies his tongue refuses to confess.

And all remembrance of her sculler. Then his good-nature will take t'other sup,

Her conduct thrice bade her be flying: If she'll first kiss, that he may kiss the cup.

Her fears thrice hinder'd her from trying..' Then something nice and costly he could eat,

Like bullrusbes on side of brook, Supposing still that she will carve the meat. Or aspin leaves, her joints all shook, But, if a brother or a husband's by,

Bacco cry'd out, “ I'm come, my dear; Whom the ill-natur'd world may call a spy,

l'll soon disperse all thoughts of fear: He thinks it not below him to pretend

Nothing but joys shall revel here." The open-heartedness of a true frierd;

Then, hugging her in brawny arm, Gives him respect surpassing his de zree:

Protested, “ She should have no harm :
The person that is meant by all is she.

But rather would assure her, he
'Tis thought the safest way to hide a passion, Rejoic'd in opportunity
And therefore callid the friendship now in fashion. Of meeting such a one as she:
By secret signs and enigmatic stealth,

And that, encircled all around
She is the toast belongs to every health:

With glass and candles many a pound, And all the lover's business is to keep

She should with bells command the bar, His thoughts from anger, and his eyes from sleep : And call her rooms Sun, Moon, and Star: He'll laugh ye, dance ye, sing ye, vault, look gay,

That the good company were met, And ruffle all the ladies in his play.

And should not want a wedding-treat." But still the gentleman's extremely fine ;

In short, they married, and both made ye, There's nothing apish in him but the wine. He a free landlord, she a kind landlady. Many a mortal has been bit

The Spartan lords their villains would invite By marrying in the drunken fit.

To an excess of drink in children's sight: To lay the matter plain before ye,

The parent thus their innocence would save, Pray hearken whilst I tell my story.

And to the load of wine condeinn the slave,
It happen'd about break of day
Gnossis a girl, had lost her way,
And wander'd up and down the Strand,
Whereabouts now York Buildings stand :

And half-awak'd she roar'd as bad
As if she really had been mad;

Tre season must be mark'd for nice address:
Uulac'd her boddice, and ber gown

A grant ill-tim'd will make the favour less. And petticoats hung dangling down:

Not the wise gardener morc discretion needs Her shoes were slipt, her ancles bare,

To manage tender plants and hopeful seeds, And all around her flew her yellow hair.

To know when rain, when warmth, must guard “ Oh, cruel Theseus ! can you go,

his flowers, And leave your little Gnossis so?

Than lovers du to watch their most auspicious

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267 As the judicious pilot views from far

This is a stratagem of Capid's war:
The influences of each rising star,

She'd, like a Parthian, wound you from afar,
Where signs of future calms or storms appear, And by this art your constancy would try :
When fitti:g to be bold, and when to fear; Sl.e's nearest much when seeming thus to fly.
So Love's attendant by long art descries

Pursue the fair disdain through every place
The rise of growing passion froin the eyes. That with her presence she vouchsafes to grace.
Love bas its festival as well as last,

If to the play she goes, be there, and see
Nor does its carnival for ever last.

How love rewarded makes the comedy,
What was a visit, now is to intrude;

Fly to the park, if thither she'd retire;
What's civil now, to-morrow will be rude. Perhaps some gentle breeze may fan the fire.
Small signs denote great things: the happy man But if to court, then follow, where you'll find
That can retrieve a glove, or falling fan,

Majestic Truth with sacred Hymen join'd.
With grateful joy the benefit reccives,

It is in vain some study to profess
Whilst with desponding care his rival grieves. Their inclination by too nice a dress,

Whene'er it may secm proper you should write, As not content with maniy cleanliness.
Let Ovid the prevailing words indite :

Mein, shape, or manner, no addition needs:
By Scrope, by Duke, by Muigrave, then be taught, There's soracuing careless that all art exceeds.
And Dryden's equal numbers tune your thouylit. Adonis from his lonely solitudes,
Submissive voice and words do best agree

Rough Theseus landing from the briny floods,
To their hard fortune, who must suppliants be. Hippolitus fresh hunting from the woods,
it was by speech like this great Priam won O'er heroines of race divine prevail'd, [failid.
Achilles' soul, and so obtain'd his son.

Where powder'd wig and snuff-box might have
Hope is an useful goddess in your case,

No youth that's wise will to his figure trust,
And will increase your speed in Cupid's race. As if so fine to be accosted first.
Though in its promises it fail somn: times,

Distress must ask, and gratefuily receive:
Yet with fresh resolution stiil it climbs.

'Tis Heaven and Beauty's honour they can give. Though much is lost at play; yet Hope at last There's some have thought that looking pale and Drives on, and meets with some successful cast.

Why then make haste; on paper ting'd with gold, With a submission that is less than man,
By quill of dore, thy love-sick tale unfold. Might gain their end; but sunk in the attempt,
Move sprightly, knowing 'tis for life you push: And found, that which they merited, contempt.
Your letter will not, though yourself might blush. Gain but admittance, half your story's told:
'Tis no ignoble maxim I would teach

There's nothing then remains but to be bold,
The British youth--to study rules of speech : Venus and Fortune will assist your claim;
That governs cities, that epacts our laws,

And Cupid dart the breast at which you aim.
Gives s cret strength to justice in a cause.

No need of studied speech, or skilful rules:
To that the crowd, the judge, the senate, yield: Love has an eloquence beyond the schools;
'Gainst that ev'n Beauty can't maintain the field. Where softest words and accents will be found
Couceal your art, and let your words appear All flowing in, to form the charming sound.
Common, not vulgar; not too plain, though clear. Of her you love bright images you'll raise :
Show not your eloquence at the first sight; When just, they are not fattery, but praise.
But from your shade rise by degrees of light. What can be said too much of what is good,
Dress thoughts as if Love's silence first were Since an immortai fame is Virtue's food?

For nine years' space Egypt bad fruitless stood,
And wounded heart with trembling passion spoke. Without the aid of Nile's prolific flood;

Suppose that your first letter is sent back; When Thrasius said, “That blessing to regain,
Yet she may yield upon the next attack.

The gods require a stranger should be slain.”
If not; by art a diamond rough in hue

“ Be thou the man," (the fierce Busiris cries:)
Shall brighten up all-glorious to the view.

“ P'll make th' adviser his own sacrifice;
Soft water-drops the marble will destroy,

Nor can he blame the voice by which he dies.”
And ten years siege prove conqueror of Troy. Perillus, tirst and last of's trade,

Sappose sh' has read, but then no answer gave: For Phalaris a bull had made:
It is sufficient she admits her siare.

With fire beneath, and water hot,
Write on; for Time the freedom may obtain He put the brasier in the pot,
Of having mutual love sent back again,

And gave him, like an honest fellow,
Perhaps she writes, but 'tis to bid you cease, Precedence in his bull to bellow.
And that your lines but discompose her peace, The tyrants both did right: no law more just

Than, “ He that thinks of ill, should feel it first."
7 Sir Car Scrope, one of those writers in the Curst be their arts, unstudied be their trade,
reign of king Charles the second, that Mr. Pope Who female truth by falsehood would invade:

That can betray a friend or kinsman's names,
The mob of gentlemen who write with ease.

And by that covert hide unlawful Hames:

Whose eager passion finds its sure relief,
He was created a baronet, January 16, 1666. The When terminating in another's grief !
Teater part of bis writings consist of translations Careless hereafter what they promise now,
from Ovid, Virgil, and Horace, with some love To the Æolian winds commit their vow;
songs and lampoons. Some specimens of them | Then cite th' example of the faithless Jove,
are to be found in the Select Collection of Miscel- | Who laughs, they say, at perjury in love.
lany Poeins, 1780. He died some time in the year They think they have a thousand ways to please,

Ten thousand more to rob the mind of ease.

1680. N.

For, as the Earth in various birth abounds,

One said, her fingers were most fitting Their humour dances in fantastic rounds;

For the most fiddling work of knitting. Like Proteus, can be lion, river, bear,

Then one her wedding-bed would make, A tree, or any thing that's fram'd of air.

And all must help her for love's sake. Thus they lay snares, thus they set off their bait Zoe, undrest in wight-gown tawdry, With all the fine allurements of deceit.

With clumsy fist must work embroidery; But they, who through this course of mischief Whilst others try her greasy clunches run,

With stoning currants in whole bunches. Will find that fraud is various, virtue one.

But there was one, call'd Dedamy, Achilles, a gigantic boy,

Mistrusted something by the by, Was wanted at the siege of Troy :

And, sighing, thus one night she said, His country's danger did require him,

“Why, Zoe may n't we go to bed ?" And all the generals did desire bim :

Soon as you please, good mistress Ded." For Discord, you must know, had thrown

The flecting months soon roll abont; Au apple where 'twas two to one;

Time caine when murder all must out. But, it a stir was made about it,

Zoe, for fear of the old man, Two of the three must go without it:

Into the army quickly ran; And so it was; for Paris gave it

And sav'd the slitting of his nose, To Venus, who resolv'd to have it.

By timely changing of her clothes. (The story here would be too long :

Thus, whilst we Glory's dictates shan, But you may find it in the song.)

Into the shares of Yice we run; Venus, although not over-virtuous,

And he that should his country serve, Yet still designing to be courteous,

And beauty by his worth deserve, Resolved to procure the varlet

In female softness wanton stays,
A flaming and triumphant harlot;

And what he should adore betrays.
First stol'n by one she would not stay with,
Then married to be run away with.
Her Paris carried to his mother;
And thence in Greece arose that pother,

Of which old Homer, Virgil, Dante,
And Chaucer, makes us such a cant.

But now, O happy youth, thy prize is found,
It was a just and noble cause,

And all thy wishes with success are crown'd. The breach of hospitable laws:

Not lo Pæans, when Apollo's prais'd; Though done to one, yet common grief

Not trophies to victorious Grecians rais'd; Made all unite to seek relief.

Not acclamations of exalted Rome, But, when they songht the country round, To welcome peace with her Augustus home; There's no Achilles could be found.

Can more delight a brave and generous mind, His mother was afraid t have lost him,

Than it must you to see a beauty kind: And therefore thus she did accost him :

The bays to me with gratitude you'll give, “ My pretty dear, let me persuade ye

Like Hesiod and like Homer make me live. This once for to become a lady.

Thus Pelops on triumphant chariot brought This petticoat and mantua take,

Hippodamy, with his life's danger bought. And wear this nightrail for my sake.

Thus prosperous Jason, rich with golden fleece, I've made your knots all of the smallest,

On Argo's vocal timber sail'd to Greece. Because you're something of the tallest.

But stay, fond youth; the danger is not past : I'd have you never go unlac'd,

You're not arriv'd in port, nor anchor cast, For fear of spoiling of your waist.

From you my heart may still more bays deserve, Now languish ou me-scorn me now

If what by me you gain'd, by me you shall pre Smile-frown-run-laugh- see 'twill do. Nor than the conquest is the glory less, (sene, You'd perfect all you now begin,

To fix the throne on that which yon possess. Only for poking out your chin."

Now, Erato, divinest, softest Muse,
Him thus instructed soon she sends

Whose name and office both do love infuse, To Lycomede, and there pretends

Assist my great design: if Venus' son, It was a daughter of a friend's,

That vagabond, would from his mother run, Who, grown full large by country feeding, And then, with soaring wings and body light, Was sent to her, to mend ber breeding.

Through the vast world's extent would take his Herself had now no child, nor no man

flight; To trust but him, poor lonely woman!

By artful bonds let me secure his stay, That might reward him well hereafter,

And make his universal power obey. If he would use her as his daughter.

Whilst I my ait would thus improve, In choice of names, as Iris, Chloe,

And fondly thought to shackle Love, Psyche and Phillis, she took Zoe.

Two neighbours that were standing by, Th’ old man receiv'd her, and exprest

Tormented both with jealousy, Much kindness for his topping guest :

Told me it was in vain to try. Show'd her his girls; said, Whilst she'd stay, When one began his tale, as thus: His Zoe should be us'd as they."

" Perhaps you've beard of Dadalus, At first there much reservdness past:

When Minos would have inade bin stay, But, when acquaintance grew at last,

How through the clouds he found his way, They'd jest, and every one would show

He was a workman wise and good, Her works, which she could never do.

Building was what he understood.

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