One only care your gentle breafts fhould move,
Th' important bufinefs of your life is love:
To this great point direct your conftant aim,
This makes your happinefs, and this your fame.

Be never cool referve with paffion join'd;
With caution chufe; but then be fondly kind.
The felfifh heart, that but by halves is giv'n,
Shall find no place in love's delightful heav'n;
Here fweet extremes alone can truly bless,
The virtue of a lover is excefs.

A maid unafk'd may own a well-plac'd flame,
Not loving first, but loving wrong is fhame.

Contemn the little pride of giving pain,
Nor think that conqueft juftifies difdain;
Short is the period of infulting pow'r;
Offended Cupid finds his vengeful hour,
Soon will refume the empire which he gave,
And foon the tyrant fhall become the flave.

Bleft is the maid, and worthy to be bleft,
Whofe foul entire by him the loves poffeft;
Feels ev'ry vanity in fondness loft,

And afks no pow'r, but that of pleafing moft:
Her's is the blifs in juft return to prove
The honeft warmth of undiffembled love;
For her, inconftant man might cease to range,
And gratitude forbid defire to change.

But left harsh care the lover's peace deftroy,
And roughly blight the tender buds of joy,
Let reafon teach what paffion fain would hide,
That Hymen's bands by prudence fhould 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 blifs 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 ftain;
And that fond love, which fhould afford relief,
Does but increase the anguifh of their grief;
While both could eafier their own forrows bear,
Than the fad knowledge of each other's care.

Yet

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

Ev'n in the happieft choice, where fav'ring heav'n Has equal love, and easy fortune giv'n,

Think not, the hufband gain'd, that all is done;
The prize of happines muft ftill be won;
And oft, the carelets find it to their coft,
The Lover in the Hufband may be loft;"
The Graces might alone his heart allure;
They and the Virtues meeting muft fecure.

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 domeftic duty feem to flow:
The Houfhold Sceptre if he bids you bear,
Make it your pride his fervant to appear;
Endearing thus the common acts of life,
The Miftrefs ftill fhall charm him in the Wife;
And wrinkled age fhall unobferv'd come on,
Before his eye perceives one beauty gone:
Ev'n o'er your cold, and ever-facred urn,
His conftant flame fhall unextinguifh'd burn.
Thus I, Belinda, would your charms improve,
And form your heart to all the arts of love.
The talk were harder to fecure my own,
Against the pow'r of thofe already known;
For well you twift the fecret chains that bind
With gentle force the captivated mind;
Skill'd every foft attraction to employ,
Each flatt'ring hope, and each alluring joy:
I own your genius, and from you receive
The rules of pleafing, which to you I give.

The LADY'S LOOKING-GLASS.

[PRIOR.]

ELIA and I the other day

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Walk'd o'er the fand-hills to the fea;

The fetting fun adorn'd the coaft,

His beams entire, his fierceness loft;

And, on the furface of the deep,
The winds lay only not afleep:
The nymph did like the fcene appear,
Serenely pleafant, calmly fair;
Soft fell her words, as flew the air.
With fecret joy I heard her fay,
That fhe would never mifs one day
A walk fo fine, a fight fo gay.

But, oh the change! the winds grew high;
Impending tempefts charge the sky;
The light'ning flies, the thunder roars,
And big waves lafh the frighten'd fhores.
Struck with the horror of the fight,
She turns her head, and wings her flight:
And trembling vows, fhe'll ne'er again
Approach the fhore, or view the main.

Once more at leaft look back, faid I ;
Thyfelf in that large glafs defcry:
When thou art in good-humour dreft,
When gentle reafon rules thy breaft,
The fun upon the calmeft fea
Appears not half fo bright as thee:
'Tis then that with delight I rove
Upon the boundlefs depth of love;
I bless my chain, I hand my oar,
Nor think on all I left on fhore.

But when vain doubt and groundless fear
Do Celia's lovely bofom tear;

When the big lip and wat'ry eye

Tell me the rifing ftorm is nigh;

'Tis then thou art yon angry main,

Deform'd by winds, and dafh'd by rain;
And the poor failor, that muft try
Its fury, labours lefs than 1.

Shipwreck'd, 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 firft, and then obey.
Wretched when from thee, vext when nigh,
I with thee, or without thee, die.

The

THE

The GARLAND.
[PRIOR.]

HE pride of every grove I chofe,
The violet fweet, and lily fair,
The dappled pink, and blufhing rofe,
To deck my charming Cloe's hair.
At morn the nymph vouchfaf'd to place
Upon her brow the various wreath;
The flow'rs lefs blooming than her face,
The fcent lefs fragrant than her breath.
The flow'rs fhe wore along the day
And ev'ry nymph and fhepherd faid,
That in her hair they look'd more gay,.
Than glowing in their native bed.
Undrefs'd at evening, when the found
Their odours loft, their colours paft,
She chang'd her look; and on the ground:
Her garland and her eye fhe caft.
That eye dropt fenfe diftinct and clear,.
Ás any mufe's tongue could fpeak;
When from its lid a pearly tear

Ran trickling down her beauteous cheek..
Diffembling what I knew too well,
My love, my life, faid I, explain
This change of humour: pr'ythee tell,
That falling tear-What does it mean?
She figh'd; fhe fmil'd; and to the flow'rs
Pointing, the lovely moralift faid:
See! Friend, in fome 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 faw, and kifs'd her in her fhroud.
Such as fhe is, who dy'd to-day,

Such I, alas! may be to-morrow;
Go, Damon, bid thy mufe difplay.
The juftice of thy Cloe's, forrow.
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The various EFFECTS of PRIDE.

[YOUNG.]

F folly, vice, difeafe, men proud we fee; And (ftranger ftill!) of blockhead's flattery, Whofe praise defames; as if a fool fhould mean By fpitting 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 fhe not perform? The love of fame Made bold Alphonfus his Creator blame, Empedocles hurl'd down the burning steep, And (ftranger ftill!) made Alexander weep. Nay it holds Delia from a fecond bed,

Tho' her lov'd lord has four half months been dead.

This paffion with a pimple have I feen
Retard a caufe, and give a judge the fpleen.
By this infpir'd (O ne'er to be forgot)

Some lords have learnt to spell, and fome to knot.
It makes Globofe a fpeaker in the house;

He hems, and is deliver'd of his mouse.

It makes dear felf on well-bred tongues prevail,
And I the little hero of each tale.

Sick with the love of fame what throngs pour in,
Unpeople court, and leave the fenate thin?
My growing fubject feems but just begun,
And, chariot-like, I kindle as I run.
Aid me, great Homer! with thy Epic rules
To take a catalogue of British fools.
Satire! had I thy Dorfet's force divine,
A knave, or fool, fhould perifh in each line;
Tho" for the firft all Westminster fhould plead,
And for the laft all Gresham intercede.

Begin. Who first the catalogue fhall grace?
To quality belongs the highest place.

My lord comes forward, forward let him come!
Ye vulgar! at your peril give him room;
He ftands for fame on his forefather's feet,
By heraldry prov'd valiant or difcreet.
With what a decent pride he throws his eyes
Above the man by three defcents lefs wife?