Let the mean Wretch enjoy his fordid Hire,

To Venal Poetry who ftrings his Lyre ;
Pleas'd with th' ignoble Fame of one short Day,
And then in dark Oblivion fades away;
Content a partial faint Applause to raise,
And hazard all his Store of labour'd Praise.

Thou foar'st a higher Pitch, thy facred Verfe
Posterity with Raptures fhall rehearse:
A perfect Model thy great Work shall stand,
In every Language, and in every Land.

Thus the vain Libertine his Time destroys
In riotous Debauch, and fenfual Joys;
In fhort-liv'd ignominious Pleasure rowls,
Trifling his Span of Life o'er flowing Bowls.
But the true Heroe glows with pious Rage,
Treads with Neglect this tranfitory Stage;
To nobler Views transfers his juft Regard,
Eternity and Heav'n his Aim and his Reward.

On

ALEXANDER & XERXES.

In Latin and English.

Let Macedo, fibi totum ubi debellaverat orbem,

FL

Indignans armis nil fupereffe fuis.

Flet Xerxes, quòd nemo fuis de millibus, ætas
Proxima cum veniet, nemo fuperftes erit.
Nolo tuas, Macedo, lachrymas: ego laudo dolorem
Humanum; & tecum, Perfa, dolere volo.

T

HE Macedonian Youth with Tears deplor'd

[Sword.

The scanty Globe should flint his conqu'ring Xerxes in Tears diffolv'd, to think how foon His num'rous Hoft would All be dead and gone. The Perfian's jufter Tears my Praise employ; Admire who will the froward Gracian Boy.

To

SEE

While Clouds obfcure the Sky,

Sits penfive in his Cage,

And pines for Liberty!

II.

But if the Sun breaks forth,

He ftrait renews his Note;

Forgets he e'er was free,

And fwells his warbling Throat.

III.

So when thy awful Brow

Frowns with Difdain or Hate;

I groan beneath thy Yoke,

And curfe my ill-ftarr'd Fate.

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IV. But

IV.

ut when thy heav'nly Face

With pleasing Smiles looks gay,

blefs my Conqueror,

And glory to obey.

V.

'hen fince I'm doom'd thy Slave,

Compaffionate my Pains;

beg not to be free,

But give me eafie Chains.

The DREAM.

AST Night when Sleep, with grateful Rest,
Had calm'd the Tumults in my Breast;

ly Fancy, to my glad Surprize,

lac'd Clara's Form before my Eyes: [er Face, the ufual Seat of Scorn,

ndearing Smiles did then adorn.

I ran with Transport to the Shade,
And clafp'd the vifionary Maid;
"Till waken'd by her pow'rful Charms,
I found my Pillow in my Arms.

Oh fleeting Joys! delufive State!
How like Ixion's is my Fate!
He vainly with prefumptuous Love,
Aspiring to the Wife of Jove;
Embrac'd, instead of Juno fair,
A Proxy-Mistress made of Air.
But my Ambition not fo great,
A smaller Disappointment met;
And fo a Dame my Bofom warm'd,
Of more substantial Feathers form'd.

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