Whilst taste not, touch not what is freely given, Is but thy Niggard's Voice disgracing bounteous

( Heaven, From Speech restrain d, by thy Deceits abus'd,

To Desarts banish'd, and in Cells reclus'd;
Mistaken Votaries to the Powers Divine,

While they a purer Sacrifice Design,
Do but the Spleen adore, and worship at thy Shrine.

7. In vain to chase thee every Art:we try,

In vain all Remedies apply; In vain the Indian Leaf infuse,

Or the parch’d Eastern Berry bruise; Some pafsim vain those Bounds, and nobler Liquors

(use, Now Harniony in vain. we bring, Inspire the Lute, and touch the String :

From Harmony no Help is had,
Mufick but fooths thee, if too sweetly fad;
And if too light, but turns thee gaily mad.

Not skilful Lower thy Source cou'd find,
Or through the well-diffected Body trace

The secret and mysterious ways,
By which thou dost destroy and prey upon the Mind:
Tho’in the Search, too deep for human Thought;

With unsuccessful Toil he wrought, Till in pursuit of thee himself was by thee caught.

Retain'd thy. Prisoner, thy acknowledg’d Slave, And sunk beneath thy weight to a lamented Grave.

XLIX.

The Despair.

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2.

BEneath this gloomy Shade,

By Nature only for my Sorrows made,
I'll spend this Voice in Cries,
In Tears I'll waste these Eyes,

By Love fo vainly fed;
So Luft of old the Deluge punished.

Ah wretched Youth! faid I,
Ab wretched Youth ! Twice did I fadly cry:
din wretched Youth! The Fields and Floods reply:

When thoughts of Love I entertain,
I meet no Words, but Never, and in Vain.

Never alas! that dreadful Nane

Which Fewels the infernal Flame:
Niver my Time to coine must waste;
tä viin, torments the present and the past.

In vain, in vain, faid I ;
In vain, in vain! Twice did I fadly cry a
In vain, in vain! The Fields and Floods reply.

3.
No more shall Fields or Floods do so;
For I to Shades more dark and silent go:

All this World's Noise appears to me
A dull ill-Acted Comedy :

No Confort to my wounded Sight,
In the Sun's busy and inipert'nent Light.

Then down I laid my Head;
Down on cold Earth; and for a while was dead,
And my freed Soul tó a ftrange somewhere fled.

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Ak fottish Soul; said I,
When back to its Cage again I saw it fly;

Fool to resunie her bruken Chain !
And row her Galley here again !

Fool, to that Body to return
Where it condemn'd and deftin'd is to burn!

Once Dead, how can it be,
Death should a Thing so pleasant seem to thee
That thou should'st come to live it o're again in me.

Corpley.

(On the late borrid Conspiracy

By Mr. Stepney. TH "HE* Youth whose Fortune the vast Globe obay'd

Finding his † Royal Enemy betray'd, And in his Chariot by || vile Hands oppress’d, With noble Pity, and just Rage possessid, Wept at his Fall, from so subline a State, And by the Traytor's Death reveng'd the Fate Of Majesty profan'd So acted too The gen'rous Cæsar, when the Roman knew A ** Coward King had treacheroully ain, Whom ft scarce he foild on the Pharsalian Plain : The Doom of his fam'd Rival he bemoan'd, And the base Author of the Crime dethron'd. Such were the Virtuous Maxims of the Greate Free from the servile Arts of barbarous Hate:

* Alexander the Great, † Darius, il Belus, ** Ptolemy, tf Pompey.

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They knew no Foe, but in the open Field,
And to their Cause, and to the Gods appeald.
So William acts. And if his Rivals dare
Dispute his Reign by Arms, he'll meet 'em there,
Where Jove, as once on Ida, holds the Scale,
And lets the

Good, the Just, and Brave prevail.

LI.

Indifference excus’d.

By Sir Charles Sedley. LOVE when 'tis true, needs not the aid

Of Sighs or Tears to make it known, And to convince the cruelft Maid,

Lovers should use their Love alone. into their very Looks 'twill steal;

And he that most will hide his Flane; Does in that Care his Pains reveal,

Silence it self can Love proclaim. This, Aurelia made me thun

The Paths that common Lovers tread, Whofe guilty Passions are begun,

Not in their Hearts, but in their Head. I could not sigh, and with cross'd Arms,

Lament your Rigour and niy Fate; Nor tax your Beauty with such Charms,

As Men adore, and Women hate : But careless live, and without Art,

Knowing niy Love you muft have spy'd; And thinking it a foolish Part,

To strive to fhew what none can hide.

WHEN Aurelia first became

The Mistress of his Heart; So mild and gentle was her Reign,

Thyrfis, in hers, had part.
Reserves and Care he laid aside,

And gave his Love the Reins;
The Head-long Course he now must bide,

No other way Remains.
At first her Cruelty he fear'd;

But that being overcome,
No Second for a while appear'd

And he thought all his own :

He callid himfelf a happier Man

Than ever lov?d before,
Her Favours ftill his Hopes out-ran,

What Mortal can have more ?

Love smild at first, then looking graveg

Said, Thyrsis, leave to boat;
More joy than all her kindness gave,

Her Fickleness will cost.

fie fpoke, and from that fatal time

All Thyrsis did, or said,
Appeard unwelcome, or a Crime,
To the ungrateful Maid.

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