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ADONIS's Garden.
But were it not that Time their Troubler is,
All chat in this delightful Garden grows

Should happy be, and have immortal Bliss :
Fór here all Plenty and all Pleasure flowes,
And sweet Love gentle Fits emongst them throws,

Without fell Rancour, or fond Jealousie ;
Frankley each Paramour his Leman knows,

Each Bird his Mate ; ne any does envie
Their goodly Merriment, and gay Felicitie.

There is continual Spring, and Harvest there Continual, both meeting at one Time :

For both the Boughes do laughing Blossoms beare, And with frem Colours deck the wanton Prime, And eke at once the heavy. Trees they climb,

Which seem to labour under their Fruites Lode ; The while the joyous Birds make their Pastime

Emongst the shady Leaves, their sweet Abode, And their true Love, without Suspicion, tell abrole. Right in the middeft of that Paradife, There stood a stately Mount, on whoes round Top

A gloomy Grove of Myrtle-Trees did rise, Whoes Ihadie Boughs sharp Steele did never lop, Nor wicked Beasts their tender Buds did crop;

But, like a Girlond, compassed the Hight, And from their fruitfull Sides sweet Gumes did drop,

That all the Ground with pretious Dew bedight, Threw forth most dainty Odours, and most sweet


And, in the thickest Covert in that Shade,
There was a pleasant Arlour, noc by Art,

But of the Trees own Inclination made,
Which knitting their ranke Branches Part to Part,
With wanton Ivie-twine entaild athwart,


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And Eglantine and Caprisfole emong,
Fashion'd above within their inmoft Part, (throng,

That neither Phæbus Beames could through them
Nor Æolus tarp Blaft could work them any Wrong.

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And all about grew every Sort of Flowre,
To which fad Lovers were transform'd of Yore;

Fresh Hyacinthus, Phoebus Paramoure,
And dearest Love;
Foolish Narcise, that likes the wat'ry Shore ;

Sad Amaranthis, made a Flowre but late;
Sad Amaranthus, in whose purple Gore

Mefecmes I fee Amintas wretched Fate,
To whom {weet Poets Verse hath given endless Date.

[Spen. Fairy
Eigeon, when with Heav'n he strove,
Stood oppofite in Arm.s to mighty Jove :
Mov'd all his hundred Hands; provok'd the War,
Defy'd the forky Lightning from afar :
At fifty Mouths his faming Breath expires ;
And Flash for Flash returns, and Fires for Fires :
In his right Hand as many Swords he wields,
And takes the Thunder on as many, Shields. Dryd. Virg.

Briarius calld in Heav'n, but mortal Men below By his terrcftial Name Ægeon know. Dryd. Hom.

E O L U S.
As when Don Eolus, in great Displeasure,
For Loss of his deare Love, by Neptune kent,

Sends forth the Winds out of his hidden Treasure,
Upon the Sea to wreak his fell Intent;
They breaking forth with rude Unruliment,

From all four Parts of Heaven do rage full sore,
And toss the Deeps, and leave the Firmament,

And all the World confound with wide U prore,
As if, in Stead thereof, they Chaos would reflore.

[Spen. Fairy Qul.


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 Maing."
Deaf to che 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 ingagen"
And rooted Forests Aly before their Rage :
At once the clashing Clouds to Barrel move,
And Lightnings run across the Fields above.
In Times of Tempeft they command alone,
And he but fits precarious on the Throne. Dryd. Ovido

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

The Jailor of the Wind,
Whose hoarseCommands-his breaching Subjects call;:
He boasts and blusters in his empty Hall. Dryd. Virg:

Æ T N A Mount Ætna thence we fpy, Known by the smoaky Flames which cloud the Sky: By Turns a pitchy Cloud the rowls on high ; By Turns hot Embers from her Entrails Aly, And Flakes of mounting Flames that lick the Sky. Oft from her Bowels mally Rocks are thrown, And, shiver'd by the Force, come piece-mcal down.Ofc liquid Lakes of burning Sulphur flow, Fed from the fiery Springs that boil below. Enceladus, they say, transfix'd by Jove, Wich blafted 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 solid Ife, and Smoke the Heav'n hides.

(Dryd. Virg. B 3



As when the Force
Of Subterranean Wind transports a Hill,
Torn from Pelorus, or the flatter'd side
Of thund'ring Ætna, whose combustible
And fuel'd Entrails thence conceiving Fire,
Sublim’d with min'ral Fury aid the Winds,
And leave a singed Bottom all involv'd
With Stench and-Smoke.


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How great a Toil to stem the raging Flood,
When Beauty stirs the Mafs of youthful Blood ?
When the fwoliz Veins with circling Torrents rise,
And Softer Passions speak thro' wishing Eyes.

The Voice of Reason's drown'd; in vain it fpeaks,
Wlen hafty Anger dies the gloomy Cheeks ;
And vengeful Pride hurries the Mortal on
To Deeds unheard, and Cruelties unknown.

Then 'gan the Palmer thus ; Most wretched Man,
That to Affections does the Bridle lend :

In their Beginning they are weak and wan,
Buc foon, through Suft'rance, growe to fearfull End;
Whiles they are weak, betimes with them contend:

For when they once to perfect Strength do growe,
Strong. Warres they make, and cruel Bart'ry bend,

'Gainst Fort of Reason it to overthrowe :
Wrath, Jealousy, Grief, Love, this Squire have laid

thus lowe.

Wrath, Jealousy, Griefe, Love, do thus expell :
Wrach is a Fire, and Jealousy a Weede ;

Griefe is a Flood, and Love a Monster fell.
The Fire of Sparke, the Weed of little Seed,
The Flood of Drops, the Monster Filth did breed :

Bat Sparks, Seed, Drops, and Filth có thus decay ;
The Sparks soon quench, the springing Seed out-weed,


The Drops dry up, and Filth wipe clean away ;
So thall Wrath, Jealousy, Griefe, Love, die and do-

(cay. [Spen. Fairy Q.

A G E. But you may Thun Diseases baleful Pow'r, Nor pine away in an untimely Hour ; Morose old Age, incurable Disease, Stalks on, and soon does the frail Being seize ; Tir'd with himself, he Company desires, Which scornful flies, for Company he tires. Now pensive on his Staff he walks alone, Too confcious wh:at himself in Youth has done : So chang'd his Country, that he seems to stand An useless Gazer in a foreign Land. So chang'd himself, he's scarce tlie wither'd Shade of the proud Thing in Robes of Glory clad. Edward, once active as the joyful Sun, Loaded with Years himself, Luc loads a Throne, The Rays fo languid, and the Shadows great, Almost his English wish their Sun was fer. * A fordid Woman's busy Projects stain The fplendid Annals of that martial Reign. Still fome Remains of Bliss old Age enjoys ; But Time voracious those Remains destroys, 'fill it can nonght but naked Life devour: For this the Dotard weeps, and dreads th’approaching

(Hour. Grim Death, regardless, knows not how to save, But drags the trembling Prey to his ungrateful Cave.

But oh! on what imperceptible Strings
Depends th’inconstant State of human Things !
That Face, in which the Gods might take Delight,
Is now grown hideous, and forsakes the Sight.



Alice Pierce.

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