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“ All princes, kings, and potentates,

| How thou art lost to sense and shame, Ambassadors did send :

Three countries witness be: All nations, provinces, and states,

Thy conduct all just men do blame, Sought Anna for their friend,

Libera nos, Domine! In Anna they did all confide,

Dame Justice waits thee, well I ween, For Inna they could trust :

Her sword is brandish'd high : Her royal faith they all had try'd,

Nought can thee from her vengeance screer, For Anna still was just.

Nor canst thou from her fiy. " Truth, Mercy, Justice, did surround

Ileary her ire will fall on thee, Her auful judgment-seat,

The glittering steel is sure : In her the Graces all were found,

Sooner or later, all agree, In Anna all complete.

She cuts off the impure. " She held the sword and balance right,

To her I leave thce, gloomy peer!

Think on thy crimes committed :
And sought her people's good;

Repent, and be for once sincere,
In clemency she did delight,
Her reign not stain'd with blood.

Thou ne'er wilt be De-Witted. “ Her gracious goodness, piety,

In all her deeds did shine,
And bounteous was her charity;

APOLOGY TO A LADY,
All attributes divine.

WHO TOLD ME, I COULD NOT LOVE HER HEARTILY “ Consummate wisdom, meckness all,

BECAUSE I HAD LOVED OTHERS.
Adorn'd the words she spoke,

PROBABLY BY MR. PRIOR.
When they from her fair lips did fall;
And sweet her lovely look.

IN IMITATION OF MR. WALLER. « Ten thousand glorious deeds to crown,

Fair Sylvia, cease to blame my youth, She caus'd dire war to cease:

For liaving lov'd before; A greater empress ne'er was known;

So men, ere they have learnt the truth, She fix'd the world in peace.

Strange deities adore. “ This last and godlike act achiev'd,

My youth ('tis true) has often rang'd, To Heaven she wing'd her flight:

Like bees o'er gaudy flowers; Her loss, with tears, all Europe griev'd;

And many thousand loves has chang'd, Their strength, and dear delight.

Till it was fixt in yours.. " Leave we in bliss this heavenly saint,

For, Sylvia, when I saw those eyes,

'Twas soon determin'd there; Revere, ye just, her urn;

Stars might as well forsake the skies, Her virtues high and excellent,

And vanish into air! Astrea gone we mourn.

If I from this great rule do err, « Commemorate, my sons, the day

New beauties to explore; Which gave great Anna birth:

May I again turn wanderer,
Keep it for ever and for aye,

And never settie more !
And annual be your mirth.”
Illustrious George now fills the throne,

Our wise benign good king:
Who can his wondrous deeds make known,

AGAINST MODESTY IN LOVE.
Or his bright actions sing?

For many unsuccessful years Thee, favourite Nero, he has deign'd

At Cynthia's feet I lay ; To raise to high degree!

And often bath'd them with my tears, Well thou thy honours hast sustain'd,

Despair'd, but durst not pray. Well vouch'd thy ancestry.

No prostrate wretch, before the shrine But pass--These honours on thee laid,

Of any saint above, Can they e'er make thee white?

E'er thought his goldess more divine, Don't Gaphny's blood, which thou hast sled,

Or paid more awful love. Thy zailty soul aflright?

Still the disdainful dame look'd down Oh! are there not, grim mortal, tell,

With an insulting pride; Places of bliss and woe?

Receiv'd my passion with a frown, Oh! is there not a Heaven, a Hell?

Or toss'd her head aside. But whither wilt thou go?

5 By the manner in which this and the two fol. .Can nought change thy cbdurate mind?

lowing little pieces are printed in the Oxford and Wilt thou for ever rail?

Cambridge Miscellany Poeins, there is little doubt The prophet on thee we! refin'd,

but they are the productions of the excellent pocs And set thy wit to sale.

to whom I have ascribed their N.

When Cupid whisper'd in my ear,

Great havoc 'mongst her cheese was made, “ l'se more prevailing charms,

And much the loss did grieve her: Fond, whining, modest fool, draw near,

At length Grimalkin to her aid And clasp her in your arms.

She call'd, (no more of cats afraid) " With eager kisses tempt the maid,

And begg'd him to relieve ber. From Cynthia's feet depart;

Soon as Grimalkin came in view, The lips he warmly must invade,

The vermin back retreated; Who would possess the heart.”

Grimalkin swift as lightning fiew,

Thousands of mice he daily slew, With that I shook off all my fears,

Thousands of rats defeated.
My better fortune try'd ;

Ne'er cat before such glory won;
And Cynthia gare what she for years
Had foolishly denyd.

All people did adore bim :
Grimalkin far all cats out-shong,
And in his lady's favour none

Was thon preferr'd before him.

Pert Mrs. Abigail alone
ON

Envy'd Grimalkin's glory :
A YOUNG LADY'S GOING TO TOWN | Her favourite lap-dog now was grown

Neglected ; him she did bemoan,
IN THE SPRING.

And rav'd like any Tory.
Ose night unhappy Celadon,

She cannot bear, she swears she won't, Beneath a friendly myrtle's shade,

To see the cat regarded; With folded arms and eyes cast down,

But firinly is resolv'd upon 't, Gently repos'd his love-sick head:

And vows, that, whatso'er coines on't, Whilst Thyrsis, sporting on the neighbouring plain,

She'll have the cat discarded. Thus heard the discontented youth complain:

She begs, she storms, she fawns, she freth, “ Ask not the cause why sickly flowers

(Her arts are all employ'd) Faintly recline their drooping heads;

And tells her lady, in a pet, As fearful of approaching showers,

Grimalkin cost her more in meat They strive to hide them in their beds,

. Than all the rats destroy'd. Grieving with Celadon they downward grow,

At length this spiteful waiting-maid And feel with him a sympathy of woe.

Produc'd a thing amazing; “ Chloris will go; the cruel fair,

The favourite cat's a victim made, Regarless other dying swain,

To satisfy this prating jade, Leaves hiin to langnish, to despair,

And fairly turu' a-grazing. And murinur out in sighs his pain.

Now lap-dog is again restor'd The fugitive to fair Augusta flics,

Into his lady's favour; To make new slaves, and gain new victories."

Sumptuously kept at bed and board, So restless monarchs, though possess'd

And he (so Nabbas given her word) Of all that we call state or power,

Shall from all vermin save her. Fancy themselves but mcanly blest,

Nab much exults at this success, Vainly ambitious still of inor,

And overwhelm'd with joy, Round the wide world impatieatly they roam,

Her lady foudly does caress, Not satisfy'd with private sway at home.

And tells her, Fubb'can do no less

Than ail her foes destroy.
But vain such hopes; the mice that fied

Return, now Grim's discarded;
WHEV TIIE CAT IS JWAY,

Whilst Fubb till ten, on silken bed,
THE VICE MAY PLAY.

Securely lolls his drowsy head,
A FABLE“, INSCRIBED TO DR. SWIFT.

And leaves cheese unregarded.

Nor rats nor mice the lap-dog fear,
PROBABLY BY MR. PRIOR.

Now uncontrollid their theft is:
In domibus Mures arido dente omnia captant: And whatsoe'er the vermin spare,
In domibus Fures avida meutc omnia rapiant. Nab and her dog betwixt them share,
A lady once (so stories say)

Por pie nor pippin left is.

Vea while, to cover their deceit,
By rats and mice infested,
With gins and traps long bought to slay

At once, and slander Griin;
Tietoises; but still they scap'u away,

Vab says, the cat comes out of spite, And daily her inolested.

To rob ber la ly every night,

So lays it all on him. The hints of this and the following fable appear Nor corn secure in garret high, to have originated from tije fable of the Old Lady Nor cheesecake safe in closet; and her Cuts, print in the General Postscript, The cellars now unguarded lie,

ox. 7, 17119. They have been both ascribed to Dr. On every shelf the virurin prey; Swift. A

| And still Grimalkin dor's ita

The gains from corn apace decay'd,

“I am a cat of honour.”-“ Stay!" No bags to market go:

Quoth she, “ no longer parley; Coinplaints came from the dairy-maid,

Whate'er you did in battle slay, The mice had spoil'd her butter trade,

By law of arms, became your prey : Ind eke her cheese also.

I hope you won it fairly. With this same lady once there liv'd

“ Of this we'll grant you stand acquit, A trusts servant inaid,

But not of your outrages: Who, hearing this, full much was griev'd,

Tell me, perfidious! was it fit Fearing her laty was deceiv'd,

To make my cream a perquisite, And hasten'd to her aid.

And steal, to mend your wages?" Much art she us'd for to disclose

“ So flagrant is thy insolence, And find out the deceit;

So vile thy breach of trust is, At length she to the lady goes,

That longer with thee to dispense, Discovers her domestic foes,

Were want of power, or want of sense And opens all the cheat.

Here, Towzer!-do him justice.” Struck with the sense of her mistake,

The lady, discontented, Resolves again her cat to take, And ne'er again her cat forsake,

SONGS, Lest she again repent it.

SET TO MUSIC BY THE MOST EMINENT MASTERS.

1. SET BY MR. ABEL.
THE WIDOW AND HER CAT:

Reading ends in melancholy ;
A FABLE?

Wine breeds vices and diseases;

Wealth is but care, and love but folly; A widow kept a favourite cat,

Only friendship truly pleases. At first a gentle creature;

My wealth, my books, my flask, my Molly : But, when he was grown sleek and fat, . .

Farewell all, if friendship ceases.
With many a mouse, and many a rat,

He soon disclos'd his nature.
The fox and he were friends of old,

JI. SET BY MR. PURCELL.
Nor could they now be parted;
They nightly slunk to rob the fold,

Wuther would my passion run ?
Devour'd the lambs, the fleeces sold;

Shall I fly her, or pursue her? And puss grew lion-hearted.

Losing her, I am undone;

Yet would not gain her, to undo her.
He scratch'd the maid, he stole the cream,
He tore her best lac'd pinner;

Ye tyrants of the human breast,
Nor Chanticleer upon the beam,

Love and Reason! cease your war, Nor chick, nor duckling, 'scapes, when Grim

| And order Death to give me rest; Invites the fox to dinner.

So each will equal triumph share. The dame full wisely did decree,

For fear he should dispatch more, That the false wretch should worried be;

III. SET BY MR. DE FESCHE But, in a saucy manner, he

STREPHONETTA, why d'ye fly me, Thus speech'd it like a Lechmere' :

With such rigour in your eyes? “ Must I, against all right and law,

Oh! 'tis cruel to deny me, Like pole-cat vile be treated ?

Since your charms I so much prize. I, who so long with tooth and claw,

But I plainly see the reason, Have kept domestic mice in awe,

Why in vain I you pursued; And foreign foes defcated !

Her to gain 'twas out of season, " Your golden pippins, and your pies,

Who before the chaplain woo'd.
How oft have I defended !
'Tis true, the pinner, which you prize,
I tore in frolic; to your eyes

IV. SET BY MR. SMITH.
I never harm intended.

Come, weep no more, for 'tis in vain;

Torment not thus your pretty heart: 7 In Tindal's Continuation of Rapin, XVII. 454, | Think, Flavia, we may meet again, this fable is said to be by Prior or Swift. In Boyer's As well as, that we now nust part. Political State, 1720), p. 519, where it is applied !

You sigh and weep; the gods neglect to the duke of Marlborough, it is said to be by

Tbat prurions dew your eyes Ict fall:
Swift or Prior. .

Our joy and grief with like respect
The celebrated lawyer. N.

They inind; and that is, not at all

We both have spent our stock of love,

So consequently should be free; Thyrsis expects you in yon grove,

And pretty Chloris stays for me.

We pray, in hopes ther will be kind,

As if they did regard our state: They hear; and the return we find

Is, that no prayer can alter Fate.
Then clear your brow, and look more gay,

Do not yourself to grief resign;
Who knows but that those powers may,

The pair they now have parted, join? But since they have thus cruel been,

And could such constant lovers sever; I dare not trust, lest, now they're in,

They should divide us two for ever. Then, Flavia, come, and let us grieve,

Remembering though upon what score; This our last parting look believe,

Believe we must embrace no more. Yet should our Sun shine out at last,

And Fortune, without more deceit, Throw but one reconciling cast,

To make two wandering lovers meet; How great then would onr pleasure be,

To find Heaven kinder than believ'd;
And we, who had no hopes to see

Each other, to be thus deceiv'd!
But say, should Heaven bring no relief,

Suppose our Sun should never rise :
Why then what's due to such a grief,

We've paid already with our eyes.

VII. SET BY MR. DE FESCH. Phulis, this pious talk give o'er, And modestly pretend no more;

It is too plain an art: Surely you take me for a fool, And would by this prore me so dull,

As not to know your heart,
In vain you fancy to deceive,
For truly I can ne'er believe

But this is all a sham:
Since any one may plainly see,
You'd only save yourself with me,

And with another damn.

V. SET BY MR. DE FESCII.

LET perjur'd fair Amynta know,
What for her sake I undergo;
Tell her for her how I sustain
A lingering fever's wasting pain ;
Tell her the torments I endure, .
Which only, only she can cure.

But, oh! she scorns to hear, or see,
The wretch that lies so low as me;
Her sudden greatness turns her brain,
And Strephon hopes, alas! in vain;
For ne'er 'twas found (though often try'd)
That Pity ever dwelt with Pride. '

VIII. SET BY MR. SMITH. Still, Dorinda, I adore, Think I mcan not to deceive you ;

For I lov'd you much before,

And, alas! now love you more, Though I force myself to leave you.

Staying, I my vows shall fail; Virtue yields as love grows stronger ;

Fierce desires will sure prevail;

You are fair, and I am frail, And dare trust myself no longer.

You, my love, too nicely coy, Lest I should have gain'd the treasure,

Made my vows and oaths destroy

The pleasing hopes I did enjoy Of all my future peace and pleasure.

To my vows I have been true, And in silence hid my anguish,

But I cannot promise too

What my love may make me do, While with her for whom I languish.

For in thee strange magic lies, And my heart is too, too tender;

Nothing's proof against those eyes,

Best resolves and strictest ties
To their force must soon surrender.

But, Dorinda, you're severe,
I most doating, thus to sever;

Since from all I hold most dear,

That you may no longer fear, I divorce myself for ever.

VI. SET BY MR. SMITH. Phillis, since we have both been kind,

And of each other had our till; Tell me what pleasure you ca. find,

In forcing Nature 'gainst her will. 'Tis true, you may with art and pain,

Keep in some glowings of desire; But still those glowings which remain,

Are only ashes of the fire.
Then let us free each other's soul,

And langh at the duli constant fool, Who would love's liberty control,

And teach us how to whine by rule. Let us no impositions set,

Or ulugs upon each other's heart; But, as for pleasure first we met,

So now, for pleasure let us part.

IX. SET BY MR. DE FESCII.

Is it, O Love, thy want of cyes,

Or by the Fates decrced,
That hearts so seldom sympathize,

Or for each other bleed?
If thou would'st make two youthful hearts

One amorous shaft obey; "Twould save thee the expanse of darts,

And more extend thy sway.

Forbear, alas! thus to destroy

| A Leonora, whose blest birth Thyself, thy growing power ;

| Has no relation to this Earth. For that which would be stretch'd by joy, Despair will soon devour.

XV. SET BY MR. SMITA. Ah! wound then my relentless fair,

ONCE I was unconfind and free, For thy own sake and mine ;

Would I had been so stili! That boundless bliss may be my share,

Enjoying sweetest liberty, And double glory thine.

And roving at my will.

But now, not master of my heart,
X. SET BY MR. SMITH.

Cupid does so decide,

That two she-tyrants shall it part, Why, Harry, what ails you? why look you so sad ?

And so poor me divide.
To think and ne'er drink, will make you stark-mad.
'Tis the mistress, the friend, and the bottle, old boy! Victoria's will I must obey,
Wbich create all the pleasure poor mortals enjoy; /

She acts without control:
But wine of the three's the most cordial brother,

Phillis has such a taking way, For one it relieves, and it strengthens the other. She charms my very soul.

Deceiv'd by Phillis' looks and smiles,

Into her snares I run:
XI. SET BY MR. SMITH.

Victoria shows me all her wiles,
SINCE my words, though ne'er so tender,

Which yet I dare not shun. With sincerest truth exprest,

From one I fancy every kiss Cannot make your heart surrender,

Has something in't divine: Nor so much as warm your breast :

And, awful, taste the baliny bliss, What will move the springs of nature ?

That joins her lips with mine. What will make you think me true?

But, when the other I embrace, Tell me, thou mysterious creature,

Though she be not a queen, Tell poor Strephon what will do.

Methinks 'tis sweet with such a lass Do not, Charmion, rack your lover,

To tumble on the green. Thus, by seeming not to know

Thus here you see a shared heart, What so plainly all discover,

But I, meanwhile, the fool : What his eyes so plainly show.

Each in it has an equal part, Fair one, 'tis yourself deceiving,

But neither yet the whole. 'Tis against your reason's laws:

Nor will it, if I right forecast, Atheist-like (th' effect perceiving)

To either wholly yield: Still to disbelieve the cause.

| I find the time approaches fast,

When both must quit the field.

XII. SET BY MR. DE PESCU.
Morella, charming without art,

And kind without design,
Can never lose the smallest part

Of such a heart as mine.
Oblig'd a thousand several ways,

It ne'er can break her chains;
While passion, which her beauties raise,

My gratitude maintains.

XIII. SET BY MR. DE FESCH.

Love!, inform thy faithful creature

How to keep his fair one's heart; Must it be by truth of nature,

Or by poor dissembling art? Tell the secrets show the wonder,

How we both may gain our ends; I am lost if we're asunder,

Ever tortur'd if we're friends.

XVI. SET BY MR. DE FESCH. FAREWELL, Amynta, we must part;

The charm has lost its power,
Which beld so fast my captiv'd heart

Until this fatal hour.
Hadst thou not thus my love abus'd,

And us'd me ne'er so ill,
Thy cruelty I had excus'il,

And I had lov'd thee still. .
But know, my soul disdains thy sway,

And scorns thy charms and thee,
To which each tluttering coxcomb may

As welcome be as me.
Think in what perfect bliss you reign'd,

How lov'd before thy fall;
And now, alas! how much disdain'd

By me, and scorn'd by all.
Yet thinking of each happy hour,

Which I with thee have spent,
So robs my rage of all its power,

That I almost relent.
But pride will never let me bow,

No more thy charis can move:
Yet thou art worth iy pity now,

Because thou hadat iny love

XIV. SET BY MR. DE FESCIL
Touch the lyre, on every string,
Touch it, Orpheus, I will sing
A song which shall immortal be;
Since she I sing's a deity;

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