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One only care your gentle breafts should move,
'Th'important businefs of your life is love:
To this great point direct your constant aim,
This makes your happiness, and this your fame.

Be never cool referve with paflion join'd;
With caution chufe; but then be fondly kind.
The selfish heart, that but by halves is giv'n,
Shall find no place in love's delightful heav'n;
Here sweet extremes alone can truly bless,
The virtue of a lover is excess.
A maid unask'd may own a well-plac'd Aame,
Not loving first, but loving wrong is shame.

Contemn the little pride of giving pain,
Nor think that conquest justifies disdain;
Short is the period of insulting pow'r;
Offended Cupid finds his vengeful bour,
Soon will resume the empire which he gave,
And soon the tyrant shall become the flave.

Blest is the maid, and worthy to be blest,
Whose foul entire by him she loves pofleft;
Feels ev'ry vanity in fondness lost,
And asks no pow'r, but that of pleasing moft:
Her's is the bliss in just return to prove
The honest warmth of undiffembled lore;
For her, inconftant man might cease to range,
And gratitude forbid desire to change.

But left harsh care the lover's peace destroy,
And roughly blight the tender buds of joy,
Let realon teach what passion fain would hide,
That Hymen's bands by prudence should be ty’d.
Venus in vain the wedded pair would crown,
If angry fortune on their union frown:
Soon will the flatt'ring dream of bliss be o'er,
And cloy'd imagination cheat no more.
Then waking to the fenfe of lafting pain,
With mutual tears the nuptial couch they stain;
And that fond love, which fhould afford relief,
Does but increase the anguish of their grief;
While both could easier their own sorrows bear,
Than the fad knowledge of each other's care.


Yet may you rather feel that virtuous pain,
Than sell your violated charms for gain ;
Than wed the wretch whom you delpife, or hate,
For the vain glare of useless wealth or state.

Ev'n in the happiest choice, where fav’ring heav'n
Has equal love, and easy fortune giv'n,
Think not, the husband gain'd, that all is done;
The prize of happings must still be won;
And oft, the carelers find it to their coft,
The Lover in the Husband may be loft ;
The Graces might alone his heart allure;
They and the Virtues meeting must secure.

Let ev’n your Prudence wear the pleasing dress
Of care for him, and anxious tenderness.
From kind concern about his weal or woe,
Let each domestic duty feem to flow :
The Houfhold Sceptre if he bids you bear,
Make it your pride his servant to appear ;
Endearing thus the common.acts of life,
The Milirefs still shall charm him in the Wife;
And wrinkled age shall unobferv'd come ong
Before his eye perceives one beauty gone :
Ev'n o'er your cold, and ever-sacred urn,
His constant Aame shall unextinguish'd burn.

Thus I, Belinda, would your charms improve,
And form your heart to all the arts of love:
The talk were harder to secure my own,
Against the pow'r of those already known;
For well you twist the secret chains that bind
With gentle force the captivated mind;.
Skill'd every soft attraction to employ,
Each fatt'ring hope, and each alluring joy:
I own your genius, and from you receive
The rules of pleasing; which to you I give.

"ELIA and I the other day

W.alk'd o'er the fand-hills to the seas
The setting fun adorn'd the coast,
His beams entire, his fierceness lofti




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And, on the surface of the deep,
The winds lay only not asleep:
The nymph did like the scene appear,
Serenely pleafant, calmly fair ;
Soft fell her words, as flew the air.
With secret joy I heard her say,
That she would never miss one day
A walk so fine, a fight so gay.

But, oh the change the winds grew high ;
Impending tempests charge the sky;
The lightning Aies, the thunder roars,
And big waves lash the frighten'd fhores.
Struck with the horror of the sight,
She turns her head, and wings her Alight:
And trembling vows, she'll ne'er again
Approach the shore, or view the main.

Once more at least look back, said I;
Thyself in that large glass descry:
When thou art in good-humour drestes
When gentle reason rules thy breast,
The sun upon the calmest sea
Appears not half so bright as thee :
'Tis then that with delight I rove
Upon the boundless depth of love ;
I bless my chain, I hand my oar,
Nor think on all I left on shore.

But when vain doubt and groundless fear:
Do Celia's lovely bosom tear;
When the big lip and wat'ry eye
Tell me the rising storm is nigh;
'Tis then thou art yon angry main,
Deform'd by winds, and dafh'd by rain;
And the poor failor, that must try
Its fury, labours less than 1.

Shipwreckd, in vain to land I make,
While love and fate ftill drive me back;
Forc'd to doat on thee thy own way,
I chide thee first, and then obey.
Wretched when from thee, vext when nigh,
I with thee, or without thee, die.



The G A R L AN D.

[PRIOR.] HE pride of every grove

I chose,
The violet sweet, and lily fair,
The dappled pink, and blushing rofe,

To deck my charming Cloe's hair.
At morn the nymph vouchsaf'd to place

Upon her brow the various wreath;
The flow'rs less blooming than her face,

The scent less fragrant than her breath. The flow'rs she wore along the day;

And ev'ry nymph and shepherd said, That in her hair they look'd more gay,

Than glowing in their native bed. Undress’d at evening, when she found

Their odours loft, their colours past, She chang'd her look; and on the ground

Her garland and her eye the cast. That eye dropt fense distinct and clear,

As any muse's tongue could speak; When from its lid a pearly tear

Ran trickling down her beauteous cheek.. Dissembling what I knew too well,

My love, my life, said I, explain This change of humour : pr'ythee tell,

That falling tear-What does it mean
She figh'd ; she smil'd; and to the flow'rs

Pointing, the lovely moralist said:
See! Friend, in some few fleeting hours,

See yonder what a change is made.
Ah me! the blooming pride of May,,

And that of beauty are but one:
At morn both flourish bright and gay,

Both fade at evening, pale, and gone..
At dawn poor Stella danc'd and fung;

The am'rous youth around her bow'd: At night her fatal knell was rung;

I saw, and kiss'a her in her throud. Such as she is, who dy'd to-day,

Such I, alas ! may be to-morrow; Go, Damon, bid thy muse displayThe justice of thy Cloes, sorrow..




The The various EFFECTS of PRIDE.


F foily, vice, disease, men proud we see;

And (stranger ftill!) of blockhead's flattery,
Whose praise defames ; as if a fool should mean
By spitting on your face to make it clean.

Nor is't enough all hearts are fwoln with pride,
Her pow'r is mighty, as her realm is wide.
What can she not perform ? The love of fame
Made bold Alphonsus his Creator blame,
Empedocles hurld down the burning steep,
And (stranger still !) made Alexander weep.
Nay it holds Delia from a second bed,
Tho' her lov'd lord has four half months been dead.

This passion with a pimple have I seen
Retard a cause, and give a judge the spleen.
By this inspir'd' (O ne'er to be forgot)
Some lords have learnt to spell, and some to knot.
It makes Globose a speaker in the house ;
He hems, and is deliver'd of his mouse.
It makes dear self on well-bred tongues prevail,
And I the litile bero of each tale.

Sick with the love of fame what throngs pour in,
Unpeople court," and leave the senate thin?
My growing subject seems but just begun,
And, chariot-like, I kindle as I run.
Aid me, gréat Homer! with thy Epic rules
To take a catalogue of British fools.
Satire ! had I thy Dorset's force divine,
A knave, or fool, should perilh in each line;
Tham for the first all Wejiminfler should plead,
And for the last all Gresham intercede.

Begin. Who first the catalogue shall grace?
To quality belongs the highest place.
My lord comes forward, forward let hiin come!
Yé vulgar! at your peril give him room;
He stands for fame on his forefather's feet,
By heraldry prov'd valiant or discreet.
With what a decent pride he throws his eyes
Above the man by three descents less wife?'

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