Rhodes is the Sov'raign of the Sea no more;
Their Ships unrigg'd, and spent their Naval Store;
They neither could defend nor can pursue,
But grinn'd their Teeth, and cast a helpless view:
In vain with Darts a distant War they try,
Short, and more short the miffive Weapons fly.
Mean while the Ravishers their Crimes enjoy.
And flying Sails and sweeping Oars employ:
The Cliffs of Rhodes in little space are loft,
Jove's Ifle they seek; nor Jove denies his Coast,
In fafety landed on the Candian Shore,

With generous Wines their Spirits they restore;
There Cymon with his Rhodian Friend refides,
Both Court, and Wed at once the willing Brides.
A War enfues, the Cretans own their Cause,
Stiff to defend their hofpitable Laws:
Both Parties lofe by turns; and neither wins:
'Till Peace propounded by a Truce begins.
The Kindred of the Slain forgive the Deed,
But a short Exile must for show precede:
The Term expir'd, from Candia they remove;
And happy each at Home enjoys his Love.

To

WH

To my Heart.

Hat ail'ft thou, oh thou trembling Thing,
To Pant and Languish in my Breast,

Like Birds that fain wou'd try the callow Wing,

And leave the downy Nest?

Why haft thou fill'd thy felf with Thought,
Strange, new, fantastick as the Air?
Why to thy Peaceful Empire haft thou brought
That restless Tyrant, Care?

But oh! alas, I ask in vain,

Thou answer'ft nothing back again,
But in foft Sighs Amintor's Name.

Oh thou Betrayer of my Liberty,

Thou fond Deceiver, what's the Youth to thee! What has he done, what has he faid,

That thus has conquer'd or betray'd?

He came and faw, but 'twas by fuch a Light
As fcarce distinguisht Day from Night;
Such as in thick-grown Shades is found,
When here and there a piercing Beam

Scatters

Scatters faint spangl'd Sun-shine on the Ground,
And casts about a melancholy Gleam;

But so obfcure, I cou'd not fee

The charming Eyes that wounded thee;

But they, like Gems, by their own Light Betray'd their value through the Gloom of Night.

I felt thee heave at every Look,

And stop my Language as I spoke.
I felt thy Blood fly upward to my Face,
While thou unguarded lay,
Yielding to every Word, to every Grace,
Fond to be made a Prey.

I left thee watching in my Eyes,
And lift'ning in my Ear,
Discovering Weakness in thy Sighs,
Uneafie with thy Fear:
Suffering Imagination to deceive,

I found thee willing to believe,

And with the treacherous Shade confpire, To let into thy felf a dangerous Fire.

Ah foolish Wanderer, fay, what would'st thou do, If thou should't find at second View,

That

That all thou fancieft now were true?

If thou should'st find by Day those Charms, Which thus obferv'd threaten undoing Harms; If thou should'st find that awful Mien

Not the effects of firft Addrefs,

Nor of my Conversation disesteem,

But noble native Sullenness;

If thou should'ft find that foft good-natur'd Voice (Unus'd to Infolence and Noise)

Still thus adorn'd with Modefty,

And his Mind's Virtues with his Wit agree;
Tell me, thou forward lavish Fool,

What Reason cou'd thy Fate controul,
Or fave the Ruin of thy Soul?

Cease then to languish for the coming Day,
That may direct his wand'ring Steps that way,
When I again shall the lov'd Form survey.

Cato's

Cato's Answer to Labienus, when he advis'd him to confult the Oracle of Jupiter Ammon.

Being a Paraphraftical Tranflation of part of the 9th Book of Lucan,

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beginning at

-Quid quæri, Labiene, Jubes, &c.

By Mr. WOLSELT.

"Hat fhou'd I ask my Friend, which beft wou'd
To live inflay'd, or thus in Arms die free?(be
Force can Honour's Price abate?

Or Virtue bow beneath the Blows of Fate?
If Fortune's Threats a steady Soul difdains?
Or if the Joys of Life be worth the Pains?
If it our Happiness at all import

Whether the foolish Scene be long or short?
If when we do but aim at Noble Ends
Th' Attempt alone Immortal Fame attends?