She fooths, but never can enthrall my Mind':
Why may not Peace and Love for once be join'd?

Great Heav'n! how frail thy Creature Man is made! How by Himself infenfibly betray'd!

In our own Strength unhappily fecure,
Too little cautious of the adverse Pow'r;
And by the Blast of Self-opinion mov'd,
We wish to charm, and feek to be belov'd.
On Pleasure's flowing Brink We idly stray,
Mafters as yet of our returning Way:
Seeing no Danger, We difarm our Mind;
And give our Conduct to the Waves and Wind:
Then in the flow'ry Mead, or verdant Shade
To wanton Dalliance negligently laid,

We weave the Chaplet, and We crown the Bowl;
And smiling fee the nearer Waters roll;

'Till the strong Gufts of raging Paffion rise;
'Till the dire Tempeft mingles Earth and Skies;
And swift into the boundless Ocean born,

Our foolish Confidence too late We mourn:

Round our devoted Heads the Billows beat;

And from our troubled View the leffen'd Lands retreat.

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O latè dominator Amor! tua fceptra latentem Quà tutum exquiret Pectus mortale receffum? Quas paret Ingenium oppofitas tot fraudibus artes? Quæ varias aperire poteft Sapientia formas Infidiis veftris ritè infervire paratas,

Cum miferos fævo meditaris perdere ludo?

Nympha fuperba hodie, jactans fe, pulcra nocendi Arma palam induitur, belloque laceffit inermes: Elato vultu inceffuque patet Dea: ftat mens Inconcuffa, ferox, erectaque cafibus, audet Spernere terrena, & fati ridere furorem:

Interea fcuto præcordia fepta virili Claudentes, dum non inhonefta Superbia munit; Ducimur egregiæ laudis muliebria Gesta

Mirari, noftræ virtutis imagine capti..

Quæ placuiffe poteft, facili dulcedine vincet;
Quos hodie incendit, cras fub juga mittet amantes.
Vitra oculis Ratio prætendere fida videtur;
Quàm fallax! Formæ quàm incerta resultat Imago!
Mirantes animùm, & perculfi luminis igne,
Dum Nymphæ canimus laudes, fperamus amores.

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O mighty Love! from thy unbounded Pow'r
How shall the human Bofom reft fecure?
How shall our Thought avoid the various Snare?
Or Wisdom to our caution'd Soul declare
The diffrent Shapes, Thou pleaseft to imploy,
When bent to hurt, and certain to destroy?

The haughty Nymph in open Beauty dreft,
To-Day encounters our unguarded Breast:
She looks with Majefty, and moves with State;
Unbent her Soul, and in Misfortune great,
She fcorns the World, and dares the Rage of Fate.

Here whilft we take ftern Manhood for our Guide, And guard our Conduct with becoming Pride; Charm'd with the Courage in her Action shown, We praise her Mind, the Image of our own. She that can please, is certain to perfwade: To-day belov'd, To-morrow is obey'd. We think we see thro' Reason's Optics right; Nor find, how Beauty's Rays elude our Sight: Struck with her Eye, whilft We applaud her Mind; And when We speak Her great, We wish Her kind.

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Improbe Amor, Nymphæ cras altera tela ministras,
Mærorem effufum & paffos fine lege capillos:
Voce querens humili ducit miferabile carmen,
Hærentisque vicem fupplent Sufpiria linguæ.
Concipit hinc generofa incendia pectus honeftum;
Tollimus afflictam fuftentamufque jacentem:
Dumque animo facili properamus molle levamen,
Et lenit miferum Pietas humana dolorem;
Curarum intereà nobis contagia furtìm

Obrepunt, fimilique jubent languefcere luctu;
Cingimus ah! fero munimine ductile pectus,
Cedere lacrymulæ gemituque liquefcere pronum.

Intimus hic, quo nec propior neque fævior alter,
Quâ fraude elufus, quâ vi turbabitur Hoftis?
Unde tibi auxilium, fragilis Natura, ciebis,
Nunc facili ingenio, nimio nunc prodita faftu?
An licet externam fperare aliunde medelam,
Cum Pectus fallax internum admiferit hoftem?
Ille intùs domitam Rationem illudere gaudet,
Palantifque Ducis cæcus veftigia flectit.

Jamque animæ victrix peramabilis Abra catenis Colla mihi captiva coercuit; Illa repletum

To-morrow, cruel Pow'r, Thou arm'ft the Fair With flowing Sorrow, and difhevel'd Hair: Sad her Complaint, and humble is her Tale, Her Sighs explaining where her Accents fail. Here gen'rous Softness warms the honest Breast: We raise the fad, and fuccour the diftrefs'd: And whilst our Wish prepares the kind Relief; Whilst Pity mitigates her rifing Grief: We ficken foon from her contagious Care; Grieve for her Sorrows, groan for her Despair; And against Love too late those Bosoms arm, Which Tears can foften, and which Sighs can warm.

Against this nearest crueleft of Foes,
What shall Wit meditate, or Force oppofe?
Whence, feeble Nature, shall We fummon Aid;

If by our Pity, and our Pride betray'd?

External Remedy shall We hope to find,

When the close Fiend has gain'd our treach'rous Mind; Infulting there does Reasons Pow'r deride;

And blind Himself, conducts the dazl❜d Guide?

My Conqueror now, my lovely ABRA held My Freedom in her Chains: my Heart was fill'd