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Ye Gods! what justice rules the ball!

Freedom and Arts together fall
Fools grant whate'er Ambition craves,
And men, once ignorant, are slaves.
Oh curs'd effects of civil hate,
In ev'ry age, in ev'ry state!

30 Still, when the lust of tyrant pow'r succeeds, Some Athens perishes, fome Tully bleeds.

CHORUS of Youths and Virgins.



H Tyrant Love ! hast thou pofsest

The prudent, learn'd, and virtuous breast? Wisdom and wit in vain reclaim, And Arts but soften us to feel thy flame. Love, soft intruder, enters here,

But entring learns to be fincere.
Marcus with blushes owns he loves,
And Brutus tenderly reproves.
Why, Virtue, dost thou blame desire,

Which Nature has imprest?
Whiy, Nature, dost thou soonest fire

The mild and gen'rous breast ?


CHORU S. Love's purer

flames the Gods approve; The Gods and Brutus bend to love:

Brutus for absent Portià fighs,
And sterner Cassius melts at Junia's eyes.




9. IVhy, Virtue, etc.] In allusion to that famous conceit of Guarini,

" Se il peccare è sì dolce,” etc.


A vapour

What is loose love? a transient gust,
Spent in a sudden storm of lust,

fed from wild desire,
A wand'ring, self-consuming fire.
But Hymen's kinder flames unite;

And burn for ever one;
Chaste as cold Cynthia's virgin light,

Productive as the Sun.


SEMICHORUS. Oh source of ev'ry social tye,

25 United with, and mutual joy!

What various joys on one attend,
As fon, as father, brother, husband, friend?

Whether his hoary fire he spies,
While thousand grateful thoughts arise; 30
Or meets his spouse's fonder eye;
Or views his smiling progeny;
What tender passions take their turns,

What home-felt raptures move?
His heart now melts, now leaps, now burns,

With rev'rence, hope, and love.


Hence guilty joys, distastes, surmises,
Hence false tears, deceits, disguises,
Dangers, doubts, delays, surprizes ;


Fires that scorch, yet dare not shine :
Purest love's unwasting treasure,
Constant faith, fair hope, long leisure,
Days of ease, and nights of pleasure ;

Sacred Hymen! these are thine “.

NOTES. • These two Chorus's are enough to shew ug his great talents for this species of Poetry, and to make us lament he did not prosecute his purpose in executing some plans he had chalked out; but the Character of the Managers of Playhouses at that time, was what (he faid) soon determined him to lay aside all thoughts of that nature.

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HA few paternal acres bound,

APPY the man, whose wish and care
A few

paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air,

In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,

Whose flocks fupply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade,

In winter fire.

Nide soft away,

Blest, who can unconcern'dly find

Hours, days, and years
In health of body, peace of mind,

Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease,

Together mixt ; sweet recreation : And innocence, which most does please

With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,

Thus unlamented let me die,
Steal from the world, and not a stone

Tell where I lie.

• This was a very early production of our Author, written at about twelve years old. P.

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