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When thy lov'd Sight shall bless my Eyes again,
Then will I own l ought not to complain,

I charge chee loiter not, but haste to bless me ;
Think with what eager Hopes, what Rage I burn,
For ev'ry tedious Minute how I mourn:
Think how I coil thee cruel for thy Stay,

(Ulys And break my Heart with Grief for thy unkind Delay. Rom.

Fly swift, ye Hours, you measure Time for me in vain,
Till you bring back Leonidas again:
Be swifter now, and to redeem that Wrong,
When he and I are met be twice as long. Dryd. Mar. A-la-mode.

While in divine Pantbeo's charming Eyes,
I view the naked Boy that basking lies,
I grow a God! so bleft, fo blest am I
With sacred Rapture and immortal Joy!

But, absent, if she shines no more,
And hides the Sun that I adore,
Strait, like a Wretch despairing, I
Sigh, languish in the Shade, and die.
Oh! I were lost in endless Night,
If her bright Presence brought not Light ;

Then I revive, bleft as before,
The Gods themselves can not be more!

For Passion by long Absence does improve,
And makes that Rapture which before was Love.

When things go ill, each Fool presumes t'advise,
And if more happy, thinks himself more wise:
All wretchedly deplore the present State ;
And that Advice feems best which comes too late.

{Sedl. Ant. & Cleop. Take found Advice, proceeding from a Heart, Sincerely yours, and free from fraudful Art. Dryd. Virg.

ÆGE ON. Ægeon, when with Heav'n he strove, Stood opposite in Arms to mighty Jove; Mov'd all his hundred Hands, provok'd the War, Defy'd the forky Lightning from afar : At fifty Mouths his flaming Breath expires, And Flath for Flafh returns, and Fires for Fires; In his right Hand as many Swords he weilds, And takes the Thunder on as many Shields. Dryd. Virg.

Briarens call'd in Heav'n, but mortal Men below . By his Terrestrial Name £gcon know:

Dryd. Hom. Æ O L U S: See Winds, Storm. The God, who does in Caves constrain the Winds,



Can with a Breath their clam'rous Rage appease,
They fear his Whistle, and forsake the Seas.

Yet once indulg'd, they sweep the Main,
Deaf to the Call, or hearing hear in vain.
They bent on Mischief bear the Waves before,
And not content with Seas, insult the Shore;
When Ocean, Air, and Earth at once engage,
And rooted Forests fly before their Rage,
At once the clashing Clouds to Battel move,
And Lightnings run across the Fields above.
In Times of Tempest they command alone,
And he but fits precarious on the Throne. Dryd. Ovid,

Æolus, to whom the King of Heav'n
The Pow'r of Tempests and of Winds has giv'n;
Whofe Force alone their Fury can restrain,
And smooth the Waves, or swell the troubled Main:

The Jailor of the Wind,
Whose hoarse Commands his breathing Subjects call;
He boasts and blusters in his empty Hall.

Dryd. Virg.
Æ T N A.
Mount Ætna thence we spy,
Known by the smoaky Flames which cloud the Sky,
By turns a pitchy Cloud she rowls on high ;
By turos hor Embers from her Entrails fly,
And Flakes of mounting Flames that lick the Sky.
Ofe from her Bowels massy Rocks are thrown,
And shiver'd by the Force, come Piecemeal down.
Oft liquid Lakes of burning Sulphur flow,
Fed from the fiery Springs that boil below.
Enceladies, they say, transfix'd by Jove,
With blasted Wings came tumbling from above ;
And where he fell th'avenging Father drew
This flaming Hill, and on his Body threw :
As often as he turns his weary Sides,
He shakes the folid Ife, and Smoke the Heavens hides.

Here press'd Enceladus with mighty Loads, (Dryd. Virg.
Vomirs Revenge in Flames against the Gods:
Thro' Ætna's Jaws he impudently threats,
And thund'ring Heav'n with equal Thunder beats. Cr. Lucr.

So Contraries on Ætna's Top conspire ;
Here hoary Frosts, and by them breaks out Fire.
A Peace fecure the faithful Neighbours keep;
Th’imbolden'd Snow next to the Flame does sleep. Cool.

As when the Force
Of fubterranean Wind transports a Hill,
Torn from Pelorus, or the fhatter'd Side
Of thund'ring Ærna, whose combustible


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And fuel'd Entrails thence conceiving Fire,
Sublim'd with min'ral Fury, aid the Winds,
And leave a singed Bottom all involvid
With Stench and Smoke.

The Four AGES of the World.

The Golden Age was first, when Man yet new,
No Rule, but uncorrupted Reason, knew ;
And with a native Bent did Good pursue.
Unforc'd by Punishment, unaw'd by Fear,
His Words were simple, and his Soul sincere :
Needless was written Law, where none oppress'd,
The Law of Man was written in his Breatt.
No suppliant Crowds before the

Judge appear'a,
No Court erected

yet, nor Cause was heard ;
But all was safe, for Conscience was their Guard.
The Mountain Trees in diftant Prospect please;
E’er yet the Pine descended to the Seas ;
E'er Sails were spread new Oceans to explore,
And happy Mortals, unconcern'd for more,
Confind their Wishes to their native Shore.
No Walls were yet, nor Fence, nor Moat, nor Mound;
Nor Drum was heard, nor Trumpet's angry Sound ;
Nor Swords were forg’d: But void of Care and Crime,
The soft Creation slept away their Time.
The teeming Earth, yet guiltless of the Plough,
And unprovok’d, did fruitful Scores allow.
Content with Food which Nature freely bred,
On Wildings and on Strawberries they fed;
Cornels and Bramble-berries gave the rest,
And falling Acorns furnish'd out a Feast.
The Flow'rs unsown in Fields and Meadows reign'd,
And Western Winds immortal Spring maintain'd.
In following Years the bearded Corn ensuid,
From Earch unask’d, nor was that Earth renew’d.
From Veins of Vallies Milk and Ne&ar broke,
And Honey sweated thro' the Pores of Oak.

But when Good Saturn, banish'd from above,
Was driv'n to Hell, the World was under Jove:
Succeeding Times a silver Age behold,
Excelling Brafs, but more excell'd by Gold.
Then Summer, Autumn, Winter, did appear,
And Spring was but a Season of the Year.
The Sun his annual Course obliquely made,
Good Days contracted, and enlarg'd the bad.
The Air with sultry Heats began to glow,
The Wings of Winds were clog'd with Ice and Snow:


And Ahiv'ring Mortals, into Houses driven,
Sought Shelter from th'Inclemency of Heaven.
Their Houses then were Caves, or homely Steds,
With twining Oziers fenc'd, and Moss their Beds.
Then Ploughs for Seed the fruitful Furrows broke,
And Oxen labour'd first beneath the Yoke.

To this came next in Course the Brazen

Age ; A warlike Off-spring, prompt to bloody Rage, Not impious yet.


Hard Steel succeeded ti ne
And stubborn, as the Metal, were che Men.
Truth, Modesty, and Shame, the World forfook,
Fraud, Avarice, and Force, their Places took :
Then Sails were spread to ev'ry Wind that blew,
Raw were the Sailors, and the Depths were new.
Trees rudely hollow'd did the Waves sustain,
E'er Ships in Triumph plow'd the watry Main.
Then Land-marks limited to each his Right,
For all before was common as the Light :
Nor was the Ground alone requir’d to bear
Her annual Income to the crooked Share ;
But greedy Mortals rummaging her Store,
Dig'd from her Entrails first the precious Ore ;
(Which next to Hell the prudent Gods had laid,)
And that alluring Ill to sight display'd :
Thus cursed Steel, and more accursed Gold,
Gave Mischief Birth, and made that Mischief bold ;
And double Death did wretched Man invade,
By Steel assaulted, and by Gold betray'd.
Now, brandish'd Weapons glitt'ring in their Hands,
Mankind is broken loose from moral Bands.
No Rights of Hospitality remain,
The Guest, by him that harbour'd him, is slain:
The Son-in-Law pursues his Father's Life ;
The Wife her Husband murthers, he the Wife:
The Stepdame Poyfon for the Son prepares;
The Son inquires into his Father's Years;
Faith flies, and Piety in Exile mourns,
And Justice, here oppress’d, to Heav'n returns. Dryd. Ouid.

Silver Age.
E'er this no Peasant vex'd the peaceful Ground,
Which only Turfs and Greens for Altars found :
No Fences parted Fields; nor Marks, nor Bounds
Distinguish'd Acres of litigious Grounds :
But all was common, and the fruitful Earth
Was free to give her unexacted Birth.


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Fove added Venom to the Vipers Brood,
And swelld with raging Storms the peaceful Flood;
Commission'd hungry Wolves t'infeft' the Fold,
And shook from Oaken Leaves the liquid Gold :
Remov'd from human Reach the chearful Fire ;
And from the Rivers bad the Wine retire :
That studious Need might useful Arts explore
From furrow'd Fields to reap the foodful Store :
And force the Veins of clashing Flints t'expire
The lurking Seeds of their celestial Fire.
Then first on Seas the hollow'd Alder swam :
Then Sailors quarter'd Heav'n, and found a Name
For ev'ry fixt, and ev'ry wand'ring Star,
The Pleiads, Hyads, and the Northern Car.
Then Toils for Beasts, and Lime for Birds were found;
And deep-mouth'd Dogs did Forest-Walks furround;
And Casting-Nets were spread in hollow Brooks ;
Drags in the deep, and Baits were hung on Hooks:
Then Saws were tooth'd, and founding Axes made;
And various Arts in Order did succeed.

Dryd. Virg.
Future Golden Age.
Unbidden Earth shall wreathing Ivy bring,
And fragrant Herbs, the Promises of Spring :
The Goats with strutting Dugs shall homeward speed ;
And lowing Herds, secure from Lions, feed.
The Serpents Brood shall die: The sacred Ground
Shall Weeds and poys'nous Plants refuse to bear,
Each common Bush shall Syrian Roses wear:
Unlabour'd Harvests shall the Fields adorn,
And cluster'd Grapes shall blush on ev'ry Thorn.
The knotted Oak shall Show'rs of Honey weep ;
And thro' the matted Grass the liquid Gold shall creep.
The greedy Sailor shall the Seas forego;
No Keel fhall cut the Waves for foreign Ware,
For ev'ry Soil fhall ev'ry Product bear.
The lab'ring Hind his Oxen shall disjoin,
No Plough Thall hurt the Glebe, no Pruning. Hook the Vine,
Nor Wool fhall in dissembled Colours shine.
But the luxurious Father of the Fold,
With native Purple, or unborrow'd Gold,
Beneath his pompous Fleece shall proudly sweat;
And under Tyrian Robes the Lambs shall bleat.

Dryd. Virg.
The Virgin Daughter of eternal Night.
She ftill delights in War, and human Woes.
Ev'n Pluto hates his own milhapen Race.
Her Sifter Furies fly her hideous Face :


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