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And darting Scorn, and Sorrow from her Eyes,
What means, said She, King Solomon the Wise?

This wretched Body trembles at your Pow'r:
Thus far could Fortune: but she can no more.
Free to her self my potent Mind remains :
Nor fears the Victor's Rage, nor feels his Chains.

'Tis faid, that Thou can'st plausibly difpute,
Supreme of Seers, of Angel, Man, and Brute;
Can'st plead, with subtil Wit and fair Discourse,
Of Passion's Folly, and of Reason's Force..
That to the Tribes attentive Thou can'st show,
Whence their Misfortunes, or their Blessings flow.
That Thou in Science, as in Pow'r art great;
And Truth and Honour on Thy Edicts wait.
Where is that Knowledge now, that Regal Thought,.
With just Advice, and timely Counsel fraught?
Where now, O Judge of Israel, does it rove ---
What in one Moment doft Thou offer? Love ----
Love? why 'tis Joy or Sorrow, Peace or Strife:
'Tis all the Color of remaining Life:
And Human Mis’ry must begin or end,
As He becomes a Tyrant, or a Friend.


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Ille pius sanctusque excelfi Davidis Hæres
Ancillam, Ignotamque, & facra aliena colentem,
Ad fummi veneranda Tori faftigia ducet?
Aut concede tuâ periisse hæc nomina flammâ,
Atque inftar lethi discrimina tollere Amorem;
Dum tamen indomitas misero fub pectore vires
Exercet, Tu fola Deum per vulnera fentis;
Sæviet implacatus adhuc; frontem usque feveram
Contrahet, atra mei nisi vincant nubila Risus.

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Sponte sua surgens Amor, ut radicibus Arbos ,
Partitis, gemino vires de pectore ducit,
Æqua utrinq; alimenta trahens; dum pectora flammas
Utraque dant fimiles, & mutua gaudia miscent.'
Donec Spes foveat jucunda & læta Voluptas,
Germina se expandunt viridantia, prodiga multis
Floribus, & circum suaves funduntur odores. .
Pabula fin blanda hæc defint, hic mutuus ardor
Deficiat; languet collapso vertice Planta,
Nudaque Spe, lento confecta dolore, recumbit.

Vi sævâ vin’clifque immitia corda ferarum Vincimus : expugnant Humanum Mollia pectus. Nil profe&turas age fortiter exere vires,

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Would DAVID's Son, religious, juft, and grave,
To the first Bride-bed of the World receive
A Foreigner, a Heathen, and a Slave? :
Or grant, Thy Passion has these Names destroy'd;
That Love, like Death, makes all Distinction void;
Yet in his Empire o'er Thy abject Breaft,
His Flames and Torments only are exprest:
His Rage can in my Smiles alone relent;
And all his Joys solicit my Consent.

· Soft Love, spontaneous Tree, it's parted Root
Muft from two Hearts with equal Vigour shoot:
Whilft each delighted, and delighting, gives
The pleasing Ecstasy, which each receives :
Cherish'd with Hope, and fed with Joy it grows:
It's chearful Buds their opening Bloom disclose;
And round the happy Soil diffufive Odor flows.
If angry Fate that mutual Care denies;
The fading Plant bewails it's due Supplies :
Wild with Despair, or fick with Grief, it dies.

By Force Beasts act, and are by Force restrain'd: The Human Mind by gentle Means is gain'd. Thy useless Strength, mistaken King, employ:



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Irâ animum fatians; nec inania gaudia speres
Virgine ab invitâ; spolies licet invidus arva,
Non messem referes optatam. En! afpice regni
Quam tibi fint arcti fines: Te torva tuentem .
Judæi metuant, patriâque superbus in Aulâ
Se jactet SOLOMON: fed lætå fronte petendus
Mollis Amor; folium lentis accede verendum
Paflibus; utque abeas felix, afsuesce placere.

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Nil tamen hic artes poterunt præftare placendi:
Eft mihi, qui dudùm fibi me devinxit; amores
Abstulit Ille meos: nec Jussa minæque feroces
Abrumpent foedus, patriis quod carus in oris
Mecum iniit Juvenis: junxit data dextra viciffim
Concordes; neque vana animos fiducia fallet.
Ad superas arces se mutua vota ferebant,
Cælituumque Cohors libratam utrinque bilanci
Spectavere fidem, lætùm plaudentibus alis,
Fæderaque æternis servârunt condita faftis.

Quin age, jam gladius præcordia transeat; aufer
His oculis dudùm contemptæ munera lùcis:
Me moriente tui malesanos pectoris ignes
Extinguas, fævæque odium immutabile Nymphæ;


Sated with Rage, and ignorant of Joy, . .
Thou shalt not gain what I deny to yield; .
Nor reap the Harvest, tho' Thou spoil'ft the Field.
Know, SOLOMON, Thy poor Extent of Sway;
Contract thy Brow, and Israel shall obey:
But wilful Love Thou must with Smiles appease; }
Approach his awful Throne by juft Degrees;
And if Thou would't be Happy, learn to please. .]

Nor 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 receiyd:
Each swore with Truth: with Pleasure each believ'd..
The mutual Contract was to Heav’n convey’d:
In equal Scales the busy Angels weigh'd
It's solemn Force, and clap'd their Wings, and spread
The lafting Roll, recording what We said.

Now in my Heart behold Thy Poynard stain'd:
Take the fad Life which I have long disdain'd:
End, in a dying Virgin's wretched Fate,
Thy ill-starr'd Passion, and My steadfast Hate.



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