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The other dame feem'd even of fairer hue;
But bold her mien, unguarded rov'd her eye, An! her flush'd cheeks confeis'd at nearer view The borrow'd blushes of an artful dye. All foft and delicate, with airy fwin
Lightly fhe danc'd along; her robe betray'd Thro' the clear texture every tender limb,
Height'ning the charms it only feem'd to hade: And as it flow'd adown, fo loofe and thin, [fkin Her ftature fhew'd more tall, more fnowy white her Oft with a smile she view'd herself askance;
Even on her fhade a confcious look the threw : Then all around her caft a circlefs glance,
To mark what gazing eyes her beauty drew. As they came near, before that other maid
Approaching decent, eagerly the pref'd With hafty ftep; nor of repulse afraid, [drefs'd; With freedom bland the wond'ring youth adWith winning fondnefs on his neck the hung; Sweet as the honey-dew flow'd her enchanting tongue :
"Dear Hercules, whence this unkind delay ?
Dear youth, what doubts can thus diftra&t thr Securely follow where I lead the way, [mind, And range thro' wilds of pleature unconfia'd. With me retire from noife, and pain, and care,
Embath'd in blifs, and wrapt in endless eafe: Rough is the road to fame, thro' blood and war;
Smooth is my way, and all my paths are peace. With me retire, from toils and perils free, Leave honour to the wretch! pleafures were made,
"Then will I grant thee all thy foul's defire; All that may charm thine car, and pleafe thy fight;
All that the thought can frame, or with require,
To fteep thy ravish'd fenfes in delight: The fumptuous feaft, enhanc'd with mufic's found,
Fittest to tune the melting foul to love, Rich odours, breathing choiceft fweets around; The fragrant bow'r, cool fountain, fhady grove; Fresh flowers to ftrew thy couch, and crown thy [thy bed. Joy fhall attend thy steps, and cafe fhall finooth "Thefe will I freely, conftantly fupply,
Pleafures not carn'd with toil, nor mix'd with Far from thy reft repining want thall fly, [woe, Nor labour bathe in fweat thy careful brow. Mature the copious harvest shall be thine,
Let the laborious hind fubdue the foil; Leave the rafh foldier fpoils of war to win,
Won by the foldier thou shalt fhare the spoil These fofter cares my beft allies employ, New pleasures to invent, to wifh, and to enjoy." Her winning voice the youth attentive caught:
He gaz d impatient on the fmiling maid; Still gaz'd, and liften'd; then her name befought: My name, fair youth, is Happinefs," the faid "Well can my friends this envied truth maintain: They there my blifs, they beft can speak my praite:
Tho' Slander call me Sloth (detra&tion vain!), Heed not what Slander, vain detracter, fays; Slander, ftill prompttrue merit to defame, [name.' To blot the brighteft worth, and blast the fairef By this arriv'd the fair majestic maid;
She all the while, with the fame modeft pace, Compos'd advanc'd: "Know, Hercules," the faid
Thy tender age, that lov'd inftruction's voice, With manly tone, "thy birth of heavenly race:
Promis'd thee generous, patient,brave, and wife; When manhood fhould confirm thy glorious choice,
Now expectation waits to fee thee rife. Rife, youth! exalt thyfelf and me; approve Thy high defcent from heaven, and dare be worthy Jove. [difguife: But what truth prompts, my tongue fhall not The fteep afcent must be with toil fubdued; Watching and cares muft win the lofty prize
Propos'd by Heaven-true blifs and real good. Honour rewards the brave and bold alone;
She fpurns the timorous, indolent, and base: Danger and toil stand stern before her throne,
And guard (fo Jove commands)the facred place. Who feeks her muft the mighty coft fufitain, And pay the price of fame-labour, and care, and pain.
Wouldst thou engage the gods peculiar care?
Her voice in council, in the fight her fword; In peace, in war, purfue thy country's good; For her bare thy bold breaft, and pour thy gene rous blood.
Wouldst thou,to quell the proud and lift th'oppreft,
The night alternate, due to tweet repole,
In watches wafte; in painful march, the day: Congeal'd amidft the rigorous winter's frows,
Scorch'd by the fummer's thirst-inflaming ray, Thy harden'd limbs fhall boaft fuperior might: Vigour fhall brace thine arm,refiftiefs in the fight." "Hear'ft thou what monsters then thou must engage? [prove?" What dangers, gentle youth, the bids thee (Abrupt fays Sloth)"Il fit thy tender age Tumult and wars, fit age for joy and love. Furn, gentle youth, to me, to love, and joy!
To thefe I lead: no monfteis here fhall ftay Thine eafy courfe; no cares thy peace annoy; I lead to blifs a nearer, fmoother way: Short is my way, fair, eafy, fimooth, and plain: Turn, gentle youth-with me eternal pleatures reign."
What pleafures, vain mistaken wretch, are thine" (Virtue with feorn replied) "who fleep'ft in cafe Infenfate,
For ever banish'd from the realms above,
To dwell on earth with man's degenerate race : Futer abode ! on earth alike difgrac'd; Rejected by the wife, and by the fool embrac'd. "Fend wretch, that vainly weenest all delight To gratify the fenfe, referv'd for thee! Yet the most pleafing object to the fight,
Thine own fair action, never didst thou fee. Tho' lull'd with foftest founds thou lieft along,
Soft mufic, warbling voices, melting lays; Nelerdidit thou hear, more fweet than fweeteft fong Charming the foul, thou ne'er didft hear thy -to thy revels let the fool repair; [praife! To fuch go fmooth thy fpecch, and fpread thy tempting fnare.
"Vat happiness enjoy thy gay allies!
A youth of follies, an old age of cares; Yeung yet enervate, old yet never wife,
Vice waftes their vigour, and their mind impairs. Trn, idle, delicate, in thoughtless eafe,
cerving woes for age, their prime they fpend, All wretched, hopeless, in the evil days,
With forrow to the verge of life they tend. Grev'd with the prefent, of the pat atham'd, They live and are defpis'd; they die, nor more
"Nor need my friends the various coftly feaft;
“But with the gods, and godlike men, I dwell; Me, his fupreme delight, th' Almighty Sire Regards well pleas'd: whatever works excel,
All, or divine or human, I infpire. Counfel with ftrength, and induftry with art, la union meet conjoin'd, with me refide: My dictates arm, inftruct, and mend the heart, The fureft policy, the wifeft guide. With me true friendship dwells: The deigns to bind generous fouls alone, whom I before have join'd.
Thro' health, thro' joy, thro' pleafure, and renown They tread my paths; and by a foft defcent At length to age all gently finking down,
Look back with fraufport on a life well spent, In which fome gen'rous deed diftinguish'd ev'ry In which no hour flew unimprov'd away; [day. "And when the defin'dterm at length's complete,
Their afhes ruft in peace, eternal fame Sounds wide their praise: triumphant over fate, In facred fong for ever lives their name. This, Hercules, is happiness! obey
My voice, and live: let thy celeftial birth Lift and enlarge thy thoughts: behold the way
That leads to fame, and raises thee from earth Immortal! Lo, I guide thy fteps. Arife, [fkies." Purfue the glorious path, and claim thy native Her words breathe fire celeftial, and impart
New vigour to his foul, that fudden caught The generous flame with great intent his heart Swells full, and labours with exalted thought. The mift of error from his eyes difpell'd,
Thro' all her fraudful arts, in cleareft light, Sloth in her native form he now beheld,
Unveil'd fhe stood confefs'd before his fight: Falfe Siren -All her vaunted charms, that fhone So freth erewhile and fair, now wither'd, pale, and gone.
No more the rofy bloom in fweet difguife
Mafks her diffembled looks; each borrow'd grace Leaves her wan check; pale fick nefs clouds her eyes Livid and funk, and pailions dim her face. As when fair Iris has awhile difplay'd
Her wat'ry arch, with gaudy painture gay, While yet we gaze the glorious colours fade,
And from our wonder gently fteal away: Where fhone the beauteous phantom erft fobright, Now low'rs the low-hung cloud, all gloomy to the fight.
'Twas virtue plac'd him in the bleft abode; [god.[ At length 'tis morn, and at the dawn of day
$104. The Hermit. PARNELL.
AR in a wild, unknown to public view,
A life fo facred, fuch ferene repofe,
And, but the landlord, none had caufe of woe:
e ftopp'd with filence, walk'd with trembling
And much he wifh'd, but durft not afk, to part
While thus they pafs, the fun his glory throuds,
To clear this doubt, to know the world by fight,
The morn was wafted in the pathlefs grafs,
And talk of various kind deceiv'd the road;
Now funk the fun; the clofing hour of day
Each hardly granted) ferv'd them both to dine;
With ftill remark the pond ring Hermit view'd,
But now the clouds in airy tumult fly;
The weather courts them from the poor retreat, | Surprise in fecret chains his words fufpends,
And the glad master bolts the wary gate.
With all the travail of uncertain thought;
"Thy pray 'r,thy praife,thy life to vice unknown,
Then know the truth of government Divine,
Hither the walkers turn with weary feet
“Without a vain, without a grudging heart,
Tho' loud at first the Pilgrim's paffion grew, Sudden he gaz'd, and wift not what to do;
"The Maker justly claims that world he made,
"The great vain man, who far'd on coftly food,
"The mean fufpicious wretch,whose bolted door
Long had our pious friend in virtue trod,
"But how had all his fortunes felt a wrack,
On founding pinions here the youth withdrew;
The bending Hermit here a pray'r begun : Lord! as in beaven, on earth thy will be de.
Then, gladly turning, fought his ancient place, And pais'd a life of piety and peace.
§ 105. The Golden Verfes of Pythagoras. FITZGERALD.
FIRST, the Supreme doth high-ft rev'rence Ufe with religious awe his facred name: Affur'd he views thy ways, let nought controul The oath thou once haft bound upon thy foul.
Next, to the heroes bear a grateful mind, Whole glorious cares and toils liave bleft mankind. Let juft refpect and decent rites be paid To the immortal manes of the dead. Honour thy parents, and thy next of kind; And virtuous men wherever thou canft find, In the fame bond of love let them be join'd.
Ufeful and fteady let thy life proceed, Mild ev'ry word, good-natur'd ev'ry deed; Oh, never with the man thou lov'ft contend! But bear a thousand frailties from thy friend. Rafhly inflam'd, vain spleen, and flight furmise, To real feuds, and endlets difcords rife.
O'er luft, o'er anger, keep the ftrictest rein, Subdue thy floth, thy appetite restrain. With no vile action venture to comply, Not, tho' unfeen by ev'ry mortal eye. Above all witneffes thy confcience fear, And more than all mankind thyself revere.
One way let all thy words and actions tend, Reafon their conftant guide, and truth their end. And ever mindful of thy mortal state, How quick, how various are the turns of fate; How here, how there, the tides of fortune roll; How foon impending death concludes the whole, Compofe thy mind, and free from anxious ftrife Endure thy portion of the ills of life: Tho' ftill the good man stands fecure from harms, Nor can misfortune wound, whom virtue arms.
Difcourfe in common converfe, thou wilt find Some to improve, and fome to taint the mind; Grateful to that a due obfervance pay; Beware left this entice thy thoughts aftray; And bold untruths which thou art forc'd to hear, Receive difcreetly with a patient car.
Wouldst thou be justly rank'd among the wife, Think ere thou doft, ere thou refolv'ft, advise. Still let thy aims with fage experience square, And plan thy conduct with fagacious care; So fhalt thou all thy courfe with pleasure run, Nor with an action of thy life undone.
Among the various ends of thy defires,
Each night, ere needful flumber feals thy eyes,
Then grieve the moments thou haft idly spent : The reft will yield thee comfort and content.
Be thefe good rules thy ftudy and delight, Practife by day, and ponder them by night; Thus all thy thoughts to virtue's height fall rife, And truth thall stand unveil'd before thy eyes. Of beings the whole fyftem thou thalt fee,
Rang'd as they are in beauteous harmony,
But O! fecure from all thy life is led,
Loos'd from the body thou fhalt take thy flight, And range immortal in the fields of light.
To choofe thy manfion, and to fix thy feat?
When boon companions void of ev'ry care Crown the full bowl,and the rich banquet fhare, And give a loofe to pleafure-art thou there? Or when th' afiembled great and fair advance To celebrate the maik, the play, the dance,