VII. For when within thy shady seat First from the sultry town he chose, And the tir'd senate's cares, his wish'd repose, In which the restless vulgar strays, Through Nature's simple paths with ancient Faith might roam. VIII. And while around his sylvan scene Their sages came; oft heard our lingering walk The Mantuan music warbling o'er the green: And oft did Tully's reverend shade, Though much for liberty afraid, With us of letter'd ease or virtuous glory talk. IX. But other guests were on their way, less throne. X. I saw when through yon festive gate And to my friend with smiles presenting said, "Receive that fairest wealth which Heaven as sign'd To human fortune. Did thy lonely state One wish, one utmost hope confess? Behold, she comes to adorn and bless; Comes, worthy of thy heart, and equal to thy mind." ODE XIII. TO THE AUTHOR OF MEMOIRS OF THE HOUSE OF BRANDENBURGII. I. 1751. THE men renown'd as chiefs of human race, As on Pharsalian plains, or by the Assyrian flood. II. Say thou too, Frederic, was not this thy aim? Thy vigils could the student's lamp engage, Except for this? except that future Fame III. O evil foresight and pernicious care! Why are the woes, which virtuous men have borne For sacred truth, a prey to laughter given? IV. Ye godlike shades of legislators old, Ye who made Rome victorious, Athens wise, Affronting civil order's holiest bands? Those bands which ye so labour'd to improve? Those hopes and fears of justice from above, Which tam'd the savage world to your divine commands? Tempt me no more, insidious love: Long did my youthful bosom prove: At length some dear-bought caution earn'd: Away! nor hope my riper age to move. How often, to myself unknown, The graceful, gentle, virtuous maid. Have I admir'd! How often said, What joy to call a heart like hers one's own! III. But, flattering god, O squanderer of content and ease, In thy abode Will care's rude lesson learn to please? improve? store O say, deceiver, hast thou won Proud Fortune to attend thy throne, Or plac'd thy friends above her stern decrees? ODE XV. ON DOMESTIC MANNERS. (UNFINISHED.) MEEK Honour, female shame, Of Albion's daughters once the favourite fame? Who giv'st her pleasing reverence to inspire: Dost to esteem and dear affection turn; Alas! of thee forlorn What joy, what praise, what hope can life pretend? II. Behold; our youths in vain Our maids no more aspire The arts of bashful Hymen to attain ; The lover swears that in a harlot's arms And worthless and deserted lives and dies. |