III.

His fearless Heart immur'd with tripple Brafs,
The daring Mortal furely wore,.

Who first the faithlefs Main durft pafs,

And in a treach❜rous Bark new Worlds explore,

IV.

What Scenes of Death cou'd shake his Soul,
That unconcern'd faw the wild Billows rife,
And scaly Monfters on the Surface rowl,
And whizzing Meteors paint the gloomy Skies?

V.

In vain wife Heav'ns indulgent Care
Lands from the fpacious Ocean did divide,
If with expanded Sails bold Ships prepare
To plow the Deep, and brave the fwelling Tide

VI.

But Man, that bufy reasoning Tool,
Cheap Happiness difdains to choose:
Sick of his Eafe, the reftlefs Fool,
At his own Coft forbidden Paths purfues.

VII.

From the refulgent Orb of Day
A glitt'ring Spark the rafh Prometheus ftole,
And fondly frampt into a Soul,
T'inform his new-made Progeny of Clay.

VIII.

Strait to reward his Sacrilegious Theff,

Fevers and Ills, unknown before,

B 2.

Their

Their old infernal Manfions left,

And thro' the fick'ning Air their baleful Poyfons bore

IX.

Then Death, that lately travell'd flow,
Content with fingle Victims, where he came,
Made Hafte, and eager of his Game,
Whole Nations lopp'd at one compendious Blow.

X.

To what fantastick Heights does Man aspire;
Doom'd to dull Earth, the Sot wou'd clamber highe
Heav'n he invades with impudent Pretence,
And makes Jove thunder in his own Defence.

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An Imitation of the 6th Ode in Horace, 1. Scriberis vario fortis, & hoftium.... In th Year 1685, after the Defeat of the Rebe in the Wefl.

I.

Aller, in never-dying Verfe,

Alle

W Your glorious Triumphs may rehearse;

His lofty Mufe for Panegyric fain'd,

May fing the Rebel-Herd your Valour tam'd,
And all the mighty Bleflings fhow,

Great Fames, and We, to your wife Conduct owe.

II.

My unambitious Lyre tunes all her Strings
To lower Numbers, lower Things;

And Gods, and God-like Heroes does refuse
The Labour of a more exalted Mufe.

Had the endeavour'd to relate

Great Alexander's Deeds, or Troy's unhappy Fate,

Or all the Wonders that by Drake were done,
Who travell'd with the Stars, and journey'd with the Sun;
As long a Space had the vain Labour held,

As that fam'd Town the Grecian Force repell'd

As long as the the tiresom Work renew'd,

As mighty Drake thro' unknown Seas his wondrous [Course purfu'd,

The humble Mufe too well her Weakness knows,
Nor on her feeble self dares the high Task impofe.
Tho' had not Heav'n the Power deny'd,

No other Theme had all her Thoughts employ'd,
'Tis hence the modeftly declines to fing

Th' immortal Triumphs of our War-like King;'
Left her unequal flender Vein

Shou'd leffen the great Actions of his glorious Reign.

IV.

Who can with all his boafted Fancy raise
To its juft Height Heroic Arthur's Praise,
Or worthily recount the Trophies won

By our great Edward, and his greater Son?
But oh! what Mufe, of all the Tribe below,
Can mighty Mars in equal Numbers fhow,
Horrid in Steel, and moving from afar,
With all the folemn Pageantry of War,
Tho' the rough God hou'd his own Bard infpire,'
And join the Martial Heat to the Poetic Fire

V.

Harmlefs Combats, hamlefs Wars,
Slender Scratches, petty Jars,

Which youthful Blood, and wanton Love,
Amongst our amorous Couples move,
Employ my Time, employ my Mufe,
All other Subjects I refuse.

A Tranflation of Teucer Salamina Patren

B

Cum fugeret, &c. Hor. Ode vii. lib. 1.

Rrave Teucer, (as the Poets tell us)

When from his native Clime he fled,

With Poplar Wreaths crown'd his triumphant Heads And thus he cheer'd his drooping Fellows.

II.

Where e'er the Fates fhall fhew us Land,
(Remote and diftant tho' it be)
We'll thape our Courfe at their Command,
And boldly fix as they decree.

IIL

Let no wild Fears your Hopes betray,
Let not Defpair your Courage pall,
When Heav'n fo loudly does to Honour call,
And fearlefs Tencer leads the Way.

IV.

Phoebus foretold (and he of all the Pow'rs
Commands the mystic Books of Fate)
That fresh Succefs fhou'd on our Actions wait,
And the new Salamis be ours.

V.

Then drink away this puling Sorrow,
Let Wine each daftard Thought fubdue,
Let Wine your fainting Hopes renew,

We'll leave the drowfy Land, and plough the Main

(morro

Hor. Ode 8. 1.

Per omnes

Te Deos oro, Sybarin cur properes amande
Perdere ? &c.

1.

"Ell me, O Lydia, for by Heavens I fwear, You fhan't deny fo just a Prayer,

Tell me, why thus young Damon you destroy, And nip the blooming Virtues of the lovely Boy

Why does he never throw the manly Bar;
And practife the first Feats of War

Or, gaily hining in his Martial Pride,

With a ftrong artful Hand the foaming Courfer guide

III.

Why does he never grafp the pond'rous Shield,
And meet his Equals in the Field:

Or when the Streams fwell with the flowing Tide,
With his foft pliant Arms the Silver Thames divide.

IV.

Why does he lurk, for I bewail his Doom, da ad fl Like an Alfatian Bully ftill at Home,

That fears to walk abroad all Day,

Lest eager hungry Cits fhou'd hurry him away.