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Like to the house where we act plays,

On the smooth water's shining face He made a turning winding maze,

See the amazing creatures pass, Fitting to harbour acts of sin,

Look up astonish'd, whilst the reed And put a whore and bastard in.

Drops from the hand whose sense is dead. “? I've done your work; and now my

Roll'd by the wind's impetuous haste trust is,

They Samos now and Naxos past, Good sir, that you will do me justice.

Paros, and Delos, blest abode 'Tis true I hitber fled for murther;

And parent of the Clarian god : Let my misfortunes go no further;

Lebinthus on their right hand lies, Some end all punishments should have,

And sweet Calydne's groves arise, Birth to the wretch my country gave:

And fam'd Astypalæa's fens Let it afford me now a grave,

Breed shoals of fish in oozy dens: Dismiss my son; at least, if rather

When the unwary boy, whose growing years You'd keep the boy, dismiss his father.'

Neer knew the worth of cautious fears, This he might say, and more, or so;

Mounts an ethereal hill, whence he might spy But Minos would not let him go.

The lofty regions of a brighter sky; At this he was enrag'd, and cried,

Far from bis father's call and aid It is in danger wit is tried :

His wings in glittering fire display'd, Minos possesses earth and sea;

Whose ambient heat their plume involves, The sky and fire are left for me.

And all their liquid bands dissolves. Pardon my fond attempt, great Jove,

He sees his loosen'd pinions drop; If I approach your seats above.

On naked arms lies all his hope. It is necessity that draws

From the vast concave precipice he finds A new-invented rule for Nature's laws.'

A swift destruction, sinking with the winds. ". Thus be began: Full many a feather

Beneath him lies a gaping deep, With twine of thread he stitch'd together:

Whose womb is equally as steep. (Abundance more than are enough

Then, “father! father!' he'd have cried : To make your wife and mine a muff.)

Tempests the trembling sounds divide, Thus be frames wings, and nothing lacks

Whilst dismal fear contracts his breath, To fix the whole, but melted wax:

And the rough wave completes his death. That was the work of the young boy,

My son! my son ! long might the father Pleas'd at the fancy of the toy;

cry: Not guessing, ere he was much older,

There is no track to seek him in the sky. He should have one upon each shoulder.

By floating wings his body found To whom his father: - Here's the ship

Is cover'd with the neighbouring ground. By which we must from Minos slip.

His art, though not successful, has its fame, Child, follow me, just as I fly on,

And the Icarian scas preserve his name." And keep your eye fix'd on Orion :

If men from Minos could escape, I'll be your guide; and never fear,

And into birds transform their shape, Conducted by a father's care.

And there was nothing that could hold them, The Virgin and Bootes shun:

Provided feathers might be sold them; Take heed lest you approach the Sun;

The thought from madness surely springs His fiaming influence will be felt,

To fix a god that's born with wings. And the diffusive wax will melt.

Quoth t'other man, “Sir, if you'll tarry, The sea by rising fogs discover;

l'll tell you a tale of my boy Harry, O'er that, be sure, you never hover:

Would make a man afraid to marry. It would be difficult to drag

This boy does oft' from paper white Your wetted pinions, should they flag.

In miniature produce a kite. Between them both the sky is fair,

With tender hands the wood he bends, No winds or hurricanes are there,

On which the body he extends : But you may fan the fleeting air.'

Paste made of flour with water mix'd “ Thus speaking, he with whipcord-strings Is the cement by which 'tis fix'd : Fastens, and then extends, the wings :

Then scissors from the maid he'll borrow, And, when the youth's completely drest,

With promise of return to-morrow. Just as the eagle from her nest

With those he paper nicely cuts, By gentle flights her eaglet tries

Which on the sides for wings he puts. To dare the Sun, and mount the skies;

The tail, that's an essential part, The father so his boy prepares,

He manages with equal art; Not without kiss and falling tears.

With paper shreds at distance tied, In a large plain, a rising height

As not too near, nor yet too wide, Gives some assistance to their thight.

Which he to fitting length extends, With a quick spring and futtering noise,

Till with a tuft the fabric ends. They in the sky their bodies poise.

Next packthread of the evenest twine, Back on his son the father looks,

Or sometimes silk, he'll to it join, Praising his swist and even strokes.

Which, by the guidance of his hand, Now dreadless, with bold art supplied,

Its rise or downfall may command; He does on airy billows ride,

Or carry messengers to see And soar with an ambitious pride.

If all above in order be. Mortals, who by the limpid flood

Then wanton zephyrs fan it till it rise, [skins. With patieat angle long have stood,

And through ethereal rills plough up the azure

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“ Sometimes in silent shades of night This of Sithonian Rhesus is the tent.He'll make it shine with wondrous light On with the pleasing tale your language went, By lantern with transparent folds,

When a tenth wave did with one flash destroy Which fiaming wax in safety holds.

The platform of imaginary Troy. This, glittering with mysterious rays,

By fear like this I would enforce your stay, Does all the neighbourhood amaze.

To see what names the waters toss'd away. Then comes the conjurer o'th' place,

I took you cast up helpiess by the sea : With legs asquint aud crooked face,

Thousands of happy hours you pass'd with me; Who with his spyinty-pole from far

No mentiou made of old Penelope, Pronounces it a blazing-star:

On adamant our wrongs we all engrave, That wheat shall fall, and oats be dear,

But write our benefits upon the wave. And barley shall not spring that year:

Why then be gone, the seas uncertain trust; That murrain shall infcct all kine,

As I found you, so may you find them just. And measles will destroy the swine:

Dying Calypso must be left behind, That fair maids' sweethearts shall fall dead And all your vows be wafted with the wind." "Before they lose their maidenhead;

Fond are the hopes he should be constant now, And widows shall be forc'd to tarry

Who to his tenderest part had broke his vow. A month at least before they marry.

By artful charms the mistress strives in vain But, whilst the fool his thought enjoys,

The loose inconstant wanderer to gain. The whole contrivance was my boy's.

Shame is her entrance, and her end is pain.
Now, mark me, 'twas from such-like things
The poets fram'd out Cupid's wings.
If a child's nature thus can soar,
And all this lies within bis power,

His mother surely can do more.
Pray teil me what is to be done,

INDULGENCE soon takes with a noble mind: If she'll with cuckold-makers run.

Who can be harsh, that sees another kind? No watchful care of jealous eye

Most times the greatest art is to comply Can binder, if escape she'll try;

In granting that which justice might deny. The kite will to her carrion fly.”

We form our tender plants by soft degrees, Where native Modesty the mind secures, And from a warping stem raise stately trees. The husband has no need of locks and doors ; To cut th' opposing waves, we strive in vain; The specious comet, fram'd by Jealousy,

But, if we rise with them, and fall again,
Will prove delusion all, and all a lie.

The wish’d-for land with ease we may attain.
Such coinplaisance will a rough humour bend;
And yielding to ove failure save a friend.

Mildness and temper have a force divine,

To make ev'n passion with their nature join.

The hawk we hate, as living still in arms, Not all the herbs by sage Medea found,

And wolves assiduous in the shepherd's barms. Not Marsan drugs, though mixt with magic sound, The sociable swallow has no fears, Not philtres studied by Thessalian art,

Upon our towers the dove her nest prepares, Can fix the mind, and constancy impart.

And both of them live free from buman snares. Could these prevail, Jason had felt their charms; Far from loud rage and echoing noise of fights Ulysses still had died in Circe's arms.

The softest Love in gentle sound delights. Continue lovely, if you'll be belov'd :

Smooth mirth, bright smiles, calm peace, and Virtue from Virtue's bands is ne'er remov'd.

flowing joy, Like Nireus beautiful, like Hylas gay;

Are the companions of the Paphian boy: By time the blooming outside will decay.

Such as when Hymen first his mantle spread See hyacinth again of form bereft,

All o'er the sacred down which made the bridal bed. And only thorns upon the rose-tree left.

These blandishments keep Love upon the wing, Then lay up stores of learning and of wit,

His presence fresh, and always in the spring: Whose fame shall scorn the Acherontic pit, This makes a prospect endless to the view, And, whilst those fleeting shadows vainiy fly, With light that rises still, and still is new; Adorn the better part, which cannot die.

At your approach, find every thing serene, Ulysses had no magic in his face ;

Like Paphos honourd by the Cyprian queen, But then his eloquence had charming grace, Who brings along her daughter Harmony, Such as could force itself to be believ'd,

With Muses sprung from Jove, and Graces tbree. And all the watery goddesses deceiv'd :

Birds shot by you, fish by your angle caught, To whom Calypso from her widow'd shore

The golden apples from Hesperia brought, Sends him these sighs, which furious tempests The blushing peach, the fragrant nectareens, bore.

Laid in fresh beds of flowers and scented greens, “ Your passage often I by art delay'd,

Fair lilies strew'd with bloody muluerries, Oblig'd you more, the more to be betray'd. Or grapes whose juice made Bacchus reach the Here you have often on this rolling sand

May oftentimes a grateful present make, [skies, Describ'd rour scene of war with slender wand. Not for the value, but the giver's sake. Here's Troy, and this circumference its wails : Perhaps she may at vacant hours peruse Here Simoïs gently in the ocean falls :

The happy product of your casy Muse. Here lies my camp: these are the spacious fields Far from intrigue and scandal be your verse; Where to this sword the crafty Dolon yields. But praise of virgin-modesty rehearse;


271 Mausolus by his consort deified ;

“ Come quickly, sir, off with this skin: How for Admetus blest Alcestis died.

Think you I'll let a tanner in?
Since Overbury's Wife 3, no puets seem

If you of lions talk, or boars,
T' have chose a wiser or a nobler theme.

You certainly turn out of doors.
You'd he!p a neighbour, would a friend preser; Your club's abundantly too thick
Pardon a servant, let ali come from her.

For one sball move a fiddle-stick.
Thus what yon grant if she must recommend, What should you do with all those arrows?
*Twili Inakea mutual gift and double friend. I will have nothing kill'd but sparrows.
So, when pale Want is craving at the door,

Heccy, this day you may remember;
We send our favourite son to help the poor;

For you shall see a lady's chamber,
Pleas'd with their grateful prayers that he may

Let me be rightiy understood :

What I intend is for your good.
And find what heavenly pleasure 'tis to give.

In boddice I design to lace ye,
Praise all her actions, think her dress is fine; And so among my maids I'll place ye.
Embroideries with gold, pearl, diamonds, join; When you're genteeler grown, and thinner,
Your wealth does best, when plac'd on beauty, May be I'll call you up to dinner.

With arms so brawny, fists so red,
If she in tabby wavés encircled be,

You'll scrub the rooms, or make the bed.
Think Amphytrite rises froin the sea,

You can't stick pins, or trieze my hair.
If by her the purpureal velvet's worn,

Bless me! you've nothing of an air.
Think that she rises like the blush of morn.

You'll never come up to working point:
And, when her silks afar from Indus come,

Your fingers all seem out of joint.
Wrought in Chinese or in the Persian loom,

Then, besides, Heccy, I must tell ye,
Think that she then like Pallas is array'd,

An idie-hand has empty belly :
By whose mysterious art the wheel was made. Therefore this morning I'll begin,
Each day admire her different graceful air,

Try how your clumsiness will spin.
In which she winds her bright and flowing hair. You are my shadow, do you see :
With her when dancing, let your geuius fly: Your hope, your thought, your wish, all be
When in her song the vote expires, then die. Invented and control'd by me.
If in the autumn, when the wasting year

Look up whene'er I laugh; look down
Its plenty shows, that soon must disappear;

With trembling horrour, if I frown.
When swelling grape and peach with lovely hue, Say as I say: servants cau't lie.
And pear and apple, fresh with fragrant dew, Your truth is my propriety.
By tempting look and taste perhaps invite

Nay, you should be to torture brought,
That which we seldom rule, our appetite;

Were I but jealous you transgrest in thought ;
When noxious heat and sudden cold divides Or if from Jove your single wish should crave
The time o'er which bale influence presides; The fate of not continuing still my slave.
Her feverish blood should pulse unusual find,

“ There is no loyer that is wise
Or vaporous damps of spleen should sink her Pretends to win at cards or dice.

'Tis for his mistress all is thrown:
Then is the time to show a lover's cares:

Th’ill-fortune his, the good her own.
Sometimes enlarge her hopes, contract her fears; Melanion, whilom lovely youth,
Give the salubrious draughts with your own hand;

Fam'd for bis valour and his truth,
Persuasion has the force of a cominand.

Whom every beauty did adorn
Watch, and attend; then your reward will prove,

Fresh as Aurora's blushing morn,
When she recovers, full increase of love.

Into the horrid woods is run,
Far from this love is haughty pride,

Where he ne'er sees the ray of Sun,
Which ancient fables best deride;

Nor to his palace dares return,
Women imperious, void of shame,

Where he for Psyche's love did burn,
And careless of their lovers' fame,

And found correction at her hands
Who of tyrannic follies boast,

For disobeying just commands;
Tormenting bim that loves them most.

But must his silent penance do
When Hercules, by labours done,

For once not buckling of her shoe:
Had prov'd bimself to be Jove's son,

A good example, child, for you.
By peace which he to Earth had given,

Which shows you, when we have our fool,
Desery'd to have his rest in Heaven;

We've policy enough to rule :
Envy, that strives to be unjust,

I might have made you such a fellow,
Resolvid to mortify bim first;

As should have carried iny umbrella,
And, that he should enamour'd be

Or bore a flambeau by my chair,
Of a proud jilt calPd Omphalé,

And bade the mob not come too near;
Who should his herosbip expose

Or lay the cloth, or wait at table;
By spinning hemp in women's clothes,

Nay, been a helper in the stable.
Her mind she did vouchsafe one day

To my commands obedience pay
Thus to ber lover to display:

At dead of nigbt, or break of day.

Speed is your province; if 'tis I 8 This poem, supposed to have been written for That bid you run, you ought to fly. the earl of Somerset, is the character of a good He that love's nimble passion feels woman, just the reverse of the lady that his friend Will soon outstrip my chariot wheels. married. It is printed with his Characters, &c. Through dog-star's heat he'll tripping go, and had gone through sixteen editious su 1038. Nor leaves he print upon the spow; N.

The wiod itself to him is slow,


He that in Cupid's wars would fight,

Daily till midnight let kind looks or song, Grief, winter, dirty roads, and night,

Or tales of love, the pleasing hours prolong. A bed of earth midst showers of rain,

No weariness upon their bliss attends After no supper, are his gain.

Whom marriage-vows have render'd more than Bright Phæbus took Admetus' pay,

So Philomels, of equal mates possest, [friends. And in a little cottage lay:

With a congenial heat, and downy rest, All this he did for fear of Jove;

And care incessant, hover o'er their nest : And who would not do more for love?

Hence from their eggs (small worlds whence all If entrance is by locks denied,

things spring) Then through the roof or window slide.

Produce a race by Nature taught to sing; Leander each night swam the seas,

Who ne'er to this harmonious air had come, That he might thereby llero please.

Had their parental love stray'd far from home. Perhaps I may be pleas'd to see

By a short absence mutual joys increase : Your life in danger, when for me.

"Tis from the toils of war we value peace. You'll find my servants in a row;

When Jove a while the fruitful shower restrains, Remember then you make your bow;

The tield on his return a brighter verdure gains. For they are your superiors now.

So let not grief too much disturb those hearts, No matter if you do engage

Which for a while the war or business parts. My porter, woman, favourite page,

'Twas hard to let Protesilaus go, My dog, niy parrot, monkey, black,

Who did his death by oracles foreknow. Or any thing that does partake

Ulysses made indeed a tedious stay, Of that admittance which you lack.

His twenty winters' absence was delay; But after all you mayn't prevail,

But happiness revives with his return, And your most glittering hopes may fail: Avd Humen’s altars with fresh incense burn: For Ceres does not always yield

Tales of his ship, her web, they both recount; The crop intrusted to the field.

Pleas'd that their wedlock faith all dangers could Fair gales may bring you to a coast

surmount. Where you'll by hidden rocks be lost.

Make thou speed back; haste to her longing Love is tenacious of its joys, Gives small reward for great employs;

She may have real or inpending harms. But has as many griefs in store,

There are no minutes in a lover's fears : As shells by Neptune cast on shore;

They measure all their time by months and years. As Athos hares, as Hybla bees,

Poets are always Virtue's friends, Olives on the Palladian trees.

'Tis what their Muse still recommends : And, when his angry arrows fall,

But then the fatal track it shows They're not found ting'd with common gall. Where devious Vice through trouble goes. You're told I'm not at home, 'tis true :

They tell us, how a husband's care I may be there, but not for you;

Neglected leaves a wife too fair And I may let you see it too.

In hands of a young spark, call'a Paris; Perhaps I bid you come at night :

And how the beauteous trust miscarries. If the door's shut, stay till 'tis light.

With kindness he receives the youth, Perhaps my maid shall bid you go:

Whose modest looks might promise truth: A thing she knows you dare not do.

Then gives him opportunity Your rival shall admission gain,

To throw the specious vizard by. And laugh to see his foe in pain.

The man had things to be adjusted, All this and more you must endure,

With which the wife should not be trusted ; If you from me expect a cure.

And, whilst he gave himself the loose, "Tis fitting I should search the wound,

Left her at home to keep the house. Lest all your danger be not found.”

When Helen saw his back was turn'd, When easy fondness meets with woman's pride, The devil a bit the gipsy mourn'd. Nothing which that can ask must be denied.

Says she, “ 'Tis his fault to be gone ;
He that enjoy'd the names of great and brave It sha'n't be mine to lie alone.
Is pleas'd to seem a female and a slave:

A vacant pillow's such a jest,
The hero, number'd with the gods before,

That with it I could never rest.
Is so debas'd as to be man no more,

He ne'er consider'd his own danger,
To leave me with a handsome stranger.
Wolves would give good account of sheep,

Left to their vigilance to keep.

Pray who, except 'twere geese or widgeons, PART IX.

Would hire a hawk to guard their pigeons?

Supposing then it might be said Not by the sail with which you put to sca

That Menelaus now were dead :
Can you where Thetis swells conducted be ;

A pretty figure I should make
To the same port you'll different passage find, To go in mourning for his sake.
And fill your sheets ev'n with contrarious wind. She that in widow's garb appears,
You nurs'd the fawn, now grown stag wondrous big, Especially when at my years,
And sleep beneath the shade you knew a twig. May seem to be at ber last prayers.
The bubbling spring, increas'd by foods and rain, But I'll still have my heart divided
Rolls with impetuous stream, and foams the main: "Twixt one to lose, and ope provided.
So Love augments in just degrees; at length

He that is gone, is gone: less fear
By nutrimental fires it gains its strength.

Of wanting him that I have here."

The sequel was the fire of Troy

“ 'Tis wisdom to display the ruling grace. Brought to destruction by this boy.

Some men are happy in a charming lace: They tell us, how a wife provok'd,

Know it, but be not vain. Some maniy show And to a brutish husband yok'd,

By the exploded gun and nervous bow. Who, by distracting passion led,

There let them prove their skill; perhaps some Scorns all her charms, and flies her bed,

May find that every shot is Cupid's dart. [heart When on her rival she has seiz'd,

The prudent lover, if bis talent lies Seems with a secret horrour pleas'd.

In eloquence, e'nt talkative, but wise; They then describe her like some boar

So mixes words delicious to the ear, Piunging his tusk in mastiff's gore;

That all must be persuaded who can hear. Or lioness, whose ravish'd whelp

He that can sing, let bim with pleasing sound, Roars for his mother's furious help;

Though 'tis an air that is not mortal, wound. Or basilisk when rous'd, whose breath,

Let not a poet my own art refuse: Teeth, sting, and eye-balls, all are death;

I'll come, and bring assistance to his Muse." Like frantics strack by magic rod

But never by ill means your fortune push, Of some despis'd avenging God :

Nor raise your credit by another's blush. Make her through blood for vengeance run, The secret rites of Ceres none profane, Like Progne sacrifice her son;

Nor tell what gods in Samo-thracia reign. And like Medea dart those fires

'Tis virtue by grave silence to conceal By which Creüca's ghost expires.

What talk without discretion would reveal. Then let her with exalted rage

For fault like this now Tantalus does lie Her grief with the same crimes assuage.

lu midst of fruits and water, starv'd and dry. To heighten and improve the curse,

But Cytherea's modesty requires Because he's bad, they make her worse.

Most care to cover all her lambent fires. So Tyndaris dissolves in tears,

Love las a pleasing turn, makes that seem best When first she of Chryseis hears;

Of wbich our lawful wishes are possest. But, when Lyrnessis captive's led,

Andromeda, of Libyc hue and blood, And rarist'd to defile her bed,

Was chain'd a prey to monsters of the food: Her patience lessens by degrees;

Wing'd Perseus saw her beauty through that cloud. But, when at last she Priameïs sees,

Andromache had large majestic charms; Revenge does to Ægystus fly for ease;

Therefore was fittest grace to godiike Hector's arms. In his adulterous arms does plots disclose,

Beauties in smaller airs bear like commands, Which fill Mycenæ with stupendous woes, And wondrous magic acts by slenderest wands. And parricide and Hell around her throws. Like Cybele some bear a mother's sway,

Ye heavenly powers! the female truth preserve, Whilst infant gods and heroines obey. And let it not from native goodness swerve; Some rule like stars by guidance of their eyes, And let po wanton toys become the cause

And others please when like Minerva wise.
Why men should break Hymen's eternal laws; Love will from Heaven, Art, Nature, Fancy, raise
But let such fables and such crimes remain Something that may exalt its consort's praise.
Only as fictions of the poet's brain;

There will be little jealousies,
Yet marks set up to shun those dangerous shelves By wirich Love's art its subjects tries.
On which deprav'd mankind might wreck them- They think it languishes with rest,

But rises, like the palm, opprest.
And as too muxh prosperity
Often makes way for luxury,
Till we, by turn of fortune taught,

Have wisdom by experienc. bought:

So, when the hoary ashes grow
At first, the stars, the air, the earth, and deep, Around Lore's coals, 'tis time to blow:
Lay all confus'd in one unorder'd heap;

And then its craftiness is shown,
Till Love eternal did each being strike

To raise your cares, to hide its own;
With voice divine, to march, and seek its like. And have you by a rival crost,
Then seeds of Heavens, then air of vaporous sound, Only in hopes you may n't be lost.
Then fertile Earth circled with waters round, Sometimes they say that you are faulty,
On which the bird, the beast, the fish, might move, And that they know where you were naughtys
All center'd in that universal love.

And then perhaps your eyes they 'd tear,
Then man was fram'd with soul of godlike ray, Or else dilacerate your hair,
And had a nobler sbare of love than they:

Not so much for revenge as fear.
To him was woman, crown'd with virtue, given, But she perhaps too far may run,
The most immediate work and care of Heaven. And do what she would have you shun,
Whilst thus my darling thoughts in raptures

Of which there's a poetic story
Apollo to my sight in vision sprung. [sung, That, if you please, I'll lay before you
His lyre with golden strings his touch commands, Old Juno made her Jove comply
And wreaths of laurel Aourish in his hands.

For fear, not asking when or why,
Says be, “ You bard, that of Love's precepts treat, Unto a certain sort of matter,
Your art at Delphi you will best complete.

Marrying her son unto his daughter:
There's a short maxim, prais'd when understood, And so to bed the couple went,
Useful in practice, and divinely good,

Not with their own, but friends' consent. "Let each man know himself: strive to excel : This Vulcan was a smith, they tell us, The pleasure of the blest is doing well.

That first invented tongs and bellows; VOL.'IX.




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