These rais'd new Empires o'er the Earth,

And Those, new Heavens and Systems fram'd.

Vain was the Chief's, the Sage's pride!
They had no Poet, and they died :
In vain they schem'd, in vain they bled!
They had no Poet, and are dead.

Vivuntque commiffi calores
Aeoliae fidibus puellae.

Vixere fortes ante Agamemnona
Multi; fed omnes illacrymabiles
Urgentur ignotique longa
Nocte, carent quia vate facro.

MISCEL

MISCELLANIES.

ON

Receiving from the Right Hon. the Lady

FRANCES SHIRLEY

A STANDISH AND TWO PENS.

YES, I beheld th' Athenian Queen

Defcend in all her fober charms;

"And take (fhe faid, and fmil'd ferene)
"Take at this hand celeftial arms.

"Secure the radiant weapons wield;
"This golden lance shall guard Desert,
"And if a Vice dares keep the field,
"This fteel shall ftab it to the heart."

Aw'd, on my bended knees I fell,
Receiv'd the weapons of the sky;

And dipt them in the sable Well,

The Fount of Fame or Infamy.

"What Well? what Weapon? (Flavia cries) "A ftandish, steel and golden pen!

"It came from Bertrand's, not the skies; " I gave it you to write again.

"But, Friend, take heed whom you attack; "You'll bring a house (I mean of Peers)

“ Red, Blue, and Green, nay white and black, and all about your ears

"L

"You'd write as smooth again on glass,

"And run, on ivory, so glib, "As not to stick at fool or afs, "Nor ftop at Flattery or Fib.

"Athenian Queen! and fober charms !
"I tell you, fool, there's nothing in 't :
"'Tis Venus, Venus gives these arms;
"In Dryden's Virgil see the print.

"Come, if you'll be a quiet foul,

"That dares tell neither Truth nor Lies,

"I'll lift you in the harmless roll

"Of those that fing of these poor eyes.”

EPISTLE