Whilft tafte not, touch not what is freely given, Is but thy Niggard's Voice disgracing bounteous (FHeaven.

From Speech restrain'd, by thy Deceits abus'd,
To Desarts banish'd, and in Cells reclus'd;
Mistaken Votaries to the Powers Divine,
While they a purer Sacrifice Design,

Do but the Spleen adore, and worship at thy Shrine.

7.

In vain to chase thee every Art we try,

In vain all Remedies apply;

In vain the Indian Leaf infuse,

Or the parch'd Eastern Berry bruise;

Some pass in vain those Bounds, and nobler Liquors

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Now Harmony in vain. we bring, Inspire the Lute, and touch the String: From Harmony no Help is had, Musick but fooths thee, if too fweetly sad; And if too light, but turns thee gaily mad. Not skilful Lower thy Source cou'd find, Or through the well-diffected Body trace The secret and mysterious ways, By which thou dost destroy and prey upon the Mind: Tho' in the Search, too deep for human Thought; With unsuccessful Toil he wrought, Till in pursuit of thee himself was by thee caught. Retain'd thy Prisoner, thy acknowledg'd Slave, And funk beneath thy weight to a lamented Grave..

XLIX.

The Despair.

I..

Beneath this gloomy Shade,

By Nature only for my Sorrows made

I'll fpend this Voice in Cries,
In Tears I'll waste these Eyes,
By Love so vainly fed;

So Luft of old the Deluge punished.
Ah wretched Youth! faid I,

Ab wretched Youth! Twice did I fadly cry:

Ah wretched Youth! The Fields and Floods reply

2.

When thoughts of Love I entertain,

I meet no Words, but Never, and in Vain
Never alas! that dreadful Name

Which Fewels the infernal Flame:
Nover my Time to come muft waste;

In vain, torments the present and the past.
In vain, in vain, faid I;

In vain, in vain! Twice did I fadly cry,

In vain, in vain! The Fields and Floods reply.

3.

No more shall Fields or Floods do fo; For I to Shades more dark and filent go: All this World's Noise appears to me A dull ill-Acted Comedy: No Comfort to my wounded Sight, In the Sun's busy and impert'nent Light. Then down I laid my Head; Down on cold Earth; and for a while was dead, And my freed Soul to a strange somewhere fled.

Ak fottish Soul; faid I,

When back to its Cage again I saw it fly;
Fool to refume her broken Chain !
And row her Galley here again !
Fool, to that Body to return

Where it condemn'd and deftin'd is to burn!
Once Dead, how can it be,

Death should a Thing so pleasant seem to thee
That thou should'st come to live it o're again in me.

Cowley.

L

[On the late borrid Conspiracy
By Mr. Stepney. -

THE * Youth whose Fortune the vast Globe obay'd

:

Finding his † Royal Enemy betray'd, And in his Chariot by || vile Hands oppress'd, With noble Pity, and just Rage poffefs'd, Wept at his Fall, from fo fublime a State, And by the Traytor's Death reveng'd the FateOf Majesty profan'd - So acted too The gen'rous Cafar, when the Roman knew A ** Coward King had treacheroully flain, Whom †† scarce he foil'd on the Pharfalian Plains The Doom of his fam'd Rival he bemoan'd, And the base Author of the Crime dethron'd.. Such were the Virtuous Maxims of the Great Free from the servile Arts of barbarous Hate:

* Alexander the Great, ↑ Darius, || Beffus

** Ptolemy, tt Pompey.

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They knew no Foe, but in the open Field,
And to their Cause, and to the Gods appeal'd.
So William acts - And if his Rivals dare
Dispute his Reign by Arms, he'll meet 'em there,
Where Jove, as once on Ida, holds the Scale,
And lets the Good, the Just, and Brave prevail.

LI.

Indifference excus'd.

By Sir Charles Sedley.

LOVE, when 'tis true, needs not the aid
Of Sighs or Tears to make it known;
And to convince the cruel'ft Maid,
Lovers should use their Love alone.
Into their very Looks 'twill steal;
And he that most will hide his Flame,
Does in that Care his Pains reveal,
Silence it felf can Love proclaim.
This, Aurelia made me shun
The Paths that common Lovers tread,
Whose guilty Passions are begun,

Not in their Hearts, but in their Head.
I could not figh, and with cross'd Arms,
Lament your Rigour and my Fate;
Nor tax your Beauty with such Charms,
As Men adore, and Women hate:
But careless live, and without Art,
Knowing my Love you must have spy'd;
And thinking it a foolish Part,
To ftrive to shew what none can hide.

LII.

A SONG.

By Sir Charles Sedley.

WHEN Aurelia first became

Mistress of his Heart,

So mild and gentle was her Reign,
Thyrfis, in hers, had part.

Reserves and Care he laid aside,

And gave his Love the Reins;
The Head-long Course he now must bide,
No other way Remains.

At first her Cruelty he fear'd;
But that being overcome,
No Second for a while appear'd
And he thought all his own :

He call'd himfelf a happier Man
Than ever lov'd before;
Her Favours still his Hopes out-ran,
What Mortal can have more?

Love smil'd at first, then looking grave,
Said, Thyrfis, leave to boast;
More Joy than all her kindness gave,
Her Fickleness will cost.

He fpoke, and from that fatal time
All Thyrfis did, or faid,
Appear'd unwelcome, or a Crime,
To the ungrateful Maid.

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