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Offer'd again the unaccepted wreath.'
And choice of happy love, or instant deathi:
Averse to all her am'rous king deGr'd,
Far as she might, she decently retir'd:
And daxting scorn, and forrow from her eyes,
What means, said she, King Solomon the wise is
This wretched body trembles at your powli:. Thus far could fortune : but she can no more. Free to herself my potent:mind remains ;. Nor fears the victor's rage, nor feels his chains.
'Tis said that thou can't plaagbly dispute,
Supreme of seers, of angel, man, and brute ; 4.
Can'lt plead with subtle wit and fair discourse, : :
Of paflion's folly, and of reason's force.
That to the tribes attentive thou can'ft show
Whence their misfortunes, or their blessings flowi
That thou in science, as in pow'r art great;
And truth and honour on thy ediets wait.
Where is that knowledge now, that regal thoughts
With just advice, and timely counsel fraught?
Where now,. O judge of Israel, does it rove?
What in one moment dost thou offer ? love.
Love? why 'tis joy. or forrow, peace or ftrife:
l'is all the colour of remaining life :.
And human mis'ry must begin or endý
As he becomes a tyrant, or a friend.
Would David's son, religious, just and grave,
To the first bride-bed of the world receive
A foreigner, a heathen, and a llave ?
Or grane, thy paflion has these names destroy’d; ,
That love, like death, makes all diftinction void;
Yet in his empire o'er thy abject breast;
His fames and torments only are exprest:
His rage can in my smiles alone relent :
And all his joys folicit my consent,
Soft love, spontaneous tree; its parted root
Must from two hearts with equal vigour shoot;:
Whilst each delighted, and delighting, gives
The pleaGng extacy, which each receives :
Cherith'd with hope, and fed with joy it grows;
Its chearful buds their op'ning bloom disclose;
And round the happy foil diffusive odour fows.
If angry, fate that mutual care denies ;
The fading plant bewails its due fupplies :
Wild with despair, or fick with grief, it dies.
By.force-beasts act, and are by force reftrain'd;
The human mind by gentle means is gain'd.
Thy ufeless strength, mistaken king, employ :
Sated with rage, and ignorant of joy,
Thou shalt not gain what I deny to yield ;'
Nor reap the harvest, tho' thou spoil'st the field. :
Know, Solomon, thy poor extent of sway ; :
Contract thy brow, and Ifrael Ihall obey;
But wilful love thou mut with fmiles appease ;
Approach his awful throne by just degrees;
And if thou wouldst be happy, learn to please.
Not that those arts can here-successful prove:
For I am destin'd to another's love.
Beyond the cruel bounds of thy command,
To my dear equal, in my native land,
My plighted vow I gave: I his receiv'd :
Kach swore with cruth : with pleasure cach belier'da.
The mutual contract was to heav'n convey'd
In equal scales the busy angels weigh'd
Its solemn force, and clap'd their wings, and spread
The lasting roll, recording what we said.
Now in my heart behold thy poniard stain'd;.
Take the fad life which I have long disdaind;
End, in a dying virgin's wretched fate,
Thy ill-starr'd passion, and my stedfast hate.
For long as blood informs these circling veinss.
Or fleeting breath its latest pow'r retains :
Hear me to Egypt's vengeful gods declare,
Hate is my part: be thine, O King, despair.
Now strike, she faid, and open'd' bare her breaft-;..
Stand it in Judah's chronicles- confeft;
That David's son, by impious passion mov'd,.
Smote a she-llave, and murder'd what he lov'd.
Alhamed, confus’d, I started from the bed.;.
And to my soul yet uncollected faid: :
Into thyself, fond Solomon, return;
Reflect again, and thou again shalt mourn.
When I through number'd years have pleasure fought;
And in vain hope the wanton phantom caught;
To mock my sense, and mortify my pride,
'Tis in another's pow'r, and is deny’d. $
Am I a king, great Heav'n! does life or death
Hang on the wrath, or mercy of my breath ;
While kneeling I my servant's (miles implore ;
And one mad damsel dares difpute my pow'r ?
To ravish her ? that thought was soon depress’d, Which must debase the monarch to the beast. To send her back? O whither, and to whom : To lands where Solomon must never come ;
To that insulting rival's happy arms,
For whom, disdaining me, she keeps her charms.
Fantastic tyrant of the am'rous heart;
How hard thy yoke ! how cruel is thy dare!
Those 'scape the anger, who refuse thy sway;
And those are punish'd most, who most obey.
See Judah's King revere thy greater pow'r:
What can't thou covet, or how triumph more?
Why then, O Love, with an obdurate ear.
Does this proud nymph reject a monarch's pray'r ?
Why to some simple shepherd does she run,
From the fand arms of David's fav’rite son ?
Why dies she from the glories of a court,
Where wealth and pleasure may thy reign support,
To some poor cottage on the mountain's brow,
Now black with winds, and cover'd now with snow:
Where pinching want must curb her warm defires,
And houshold cares fuppress thy genial fires ?
Too aptly the afflicted heathens prove The force, while they erect the shrines of love. His mystic form the artizans of Greece . In wounded ftone, or molten gold express : And Cyprus to his godhead pays her.vow : Fast in his hand the idol holds his bow :. A quiver by his fide fustains a store Of pointed darts ; fad emblems of his pow'r : A pair of wings he has, which he extends Now to be gone ; which now again he bends Prone to return, as best may serve his wanton ends. Entirely thus I find the friend pourtray'd, Since first alas !' I saw the beauteous maid:
I felt him ftrike ; and now I see him fty:
Curs'd daemon! O! for ever broken lie
Those fatal shafes, by which I inward bleed !
O! can my wishes yet o'ertake thy speed ! .
Tir'd may'st thou pant and hang thy flagging wing;
Except thou turn'st thy course, refolu'd to bring
The damsel back, and fave the love-lick king.
My soul thus Atruggling in the fatal net,
Unable to enjoy, or to forget ;
I reason'd much, alas! but more I lov'd ;
Sent and recall’d, ordain'd and difapprov'd :
'Till hopeless plung'd in an abyss of grief,
I from necessity receiv'd relief,
Time gently aided to assuage my pain;
And wisdom took once more the facken'd rein.
But O how short my interval of woe!.
Our griefs how swift; our remedies how flow
Another nymph (for so did Heav'n ordain,
To change the manner, but renew the pain).
Another nymph, amongst the many fair,
That made my softer hours their solemn care,
Before the rest affected fill to stand ;
And watch'd my eye, preventing my commando
Abra, she fo was call'd, did sooneft haste
To grace my presence; Abra went the last: .
Abra was ready ere I calld her name ;
And though I call'd another, Abra came.
Her equals first observ'd her growing zeal ;
And laughing glofs'd that Abra serv'd so well.
To me her actions did unheeded die,
Or were remark'd but with a common eye;.