III.

How can I fee you, and not love,

While you as opening eaft are fair? While cold as northern blasts you prove, How can I love, and not despair?

IV.

The wretch in double fetters bound
Your potent mercy may release:
Soon, if my love but once were crown'd,
Fair prophetess, my grief would ceafe.

A

N vain tell
you

IN

SON G.

your parting lover,

You with fair winds may waft him over.

Alas! what winds can happy prove,

That bear me far from what I love?
Alas! what dangers on the main

Can equal those that I sustain,

From flighted vows, and cold difdain?

Be gentle, and in pity choose
To with the wildeft tempefts loose :
That, thrown again upon the coaft
Where first my fhipwreck'd heart was loft,
I may once more repeat my pain;
Once more in dying notes complain
* Of flighted vows, and cold disdain.

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The

The DESPAIRING SHEPHERD.

LEXIS fhunn'd his fellow-fwains,

AL

Their rural fports, and jocund strains : (Heaven guard us all from Cupid's bow!) He loft his crook, he left his flocks ; And, wandering through the lonely rocks, He nourish'd endless woe.

The nymphs and fhepherds round him came :. His grief fome pity, others blame ;

The fatal cause all kindly feek :

He mingled his concern with theirs ;
He gave them back their friendly tears ;
He figh'd, but would not speak.

Clorinda came among the rest ;
And the too kind concern expreft,

And afk'd the reafon of his woe :
She afk'd, but with an air and mien,
That made it cafily foreseen,

She fear'd too much to know.

The fhepherd rais'd his mournful head;

And will you pardon me, he said,

While I the cruel truth reveal?

Which nothing from my breast should tear; Which never fhould offend your ear,

But that you bid me tell.

'Tis thus I rove, 'tis thus complain, Since you appear'd upon the plain;

You are the cause of all my care:
Your eyes ten thousand dangers dart;
Ten thousand torments vex my heart:
I love, and I despair.

Too much, Alexis, I have heard:
'Tis what I thought; 'tis what I fear'd:
And yet I pardon you, fhe cried:
But you fhall promife ne'er again

To breathe your vows, or speak your pain :
He bow'd, obey'd, and died.

To the Hon. CHARLES MONTAGUE, Efq. afterwards Earl of HALIFAX.

H

I.

OWE'ER, 'tis well, that while mankind
Through fate's preverse mæander errs,

He can imagin'd pleasures find,

To combat against real cares.

II.

Fancies and notions he pursues,

Which ne'er had being but in thought;
Each, like the Grecian artist, wooes
The image he himself has wrought.
III.

Against experience he believes ;

He argues against demonstration; Pleas'd, when his reafon he deceives; And fets his judgement by his paffion.

IV. The

IV.

The hoary fool, who many days

Has ftruggled with continued forrow, Renews his hope, and blindly lays

The defperate bett upon to-morrow.

V.

To-morrow comes: 'tis noon, 'tis night;
This day like all the former flies:
Yet on he runs, to feek delight
To-morrow, till to-night he dies.

VI.

Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim
At objects in an airy height:

The little pleasure of the

game

Is from afar to view the flight.

VII.

Our anxious pains we, all the day,
In fearch of what we like, employ:
Scorning at night the worthlefs prey,
We find the labour gave the joy.
VIII.

At diftance through an artful glass

To the mind's eye things will appear:
They lose their forins, and make a mass
Confus'd and black, if brought too near.
IX.

If we fee right, we fee our woes :
Then what avails it to have eyes?
From ignorance our comfort flows:
The only wretched are the wife.

5

X. Wc

We wearied fhould lie down in death. :
This cheat of life would take no more,
If you thought fame but empty breath,

I, Phillis but a perjur'd whore.

Ad Virum doctiffimum Dominum SAMUELEM SHAW, cum Thefes de Ictero pro Gradu Doctoris defenderet, 4 Junii, 1692.

PHOEBE potens fævis morbis vel lædere gentes,

Læfas folerti vel relevare manu,

Afpice tu decus hoc noftrum, placidufque fatere
Indomitus quantum profit in arte labor:
Non icterum pofthac peftemve minaberis orbi,
Fortius hic juvenis dum medicamen habet:

Mitte dehinc iras, et nato carmina dona;
Neglectum telum dejice, fume lyram.

Ο

Tranflation. By Mr. COOKE.

! PHOEBUS, deity, whofe powerful hand Can fpread difeafes through the joyful land, Alike all-powerful to relieve the pain,

And bid the groaning nations fmile again;
When this our pride you fee, confefs

find

you
In him what art can do with labour join'd:
No more the world thy direful threats fhall fear,
While he, the youth, our remedy, is near:
Supprefs thy rage; with verfe thy fon infpire,
The dart neglected, to affume the lyre.

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