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The first, Conceit, with tow'ring crest, The tyrant stripp'd the mangled fair ;
Who look'd with scorn upon the rest ; She wore her spoils, assum'd her air;
Fond of herself, nor less, I deem,

And, mounting next the sufferer's throne, Than duchess in her own estcem.

Claim'd the queen’s titles as her own. Next Affectation, fair and young,

Ah, injur'd maid !' aloud I cried ; With half-form'd accents on her tongue; • Ah, injur'd maid !' the rocks replied. Whose anțic shapes, and various face, But judge my griefs, and share them too, Distorted ev'ry native grace.

For the sad iale pertains to you; Then Vanity, a wanton maid,

Judge, reader, how severe the wound, Flauntiug in brussels and brocade;

When Friendship's foes were mine, I found; Fantastic, frolicsome, and wild,

When the sad scene of pride and guile With all the trinkets of a child.

Was Britain's poor degen'rate isle !
The people, loyal to the queen,

The Amazons, who propp'd the state,
Wore their attachment in their mien; Haply survey'd the gen'ral fate.
With cheerful heart they homage paid, Justice to Powis House is fled,
And happiest he who most obey'd;

And Yorke sustains her radiant head.
While they who sought their own applause, The virtue, Fortitude, appears
Promoted inost their sov'reigo's cause.

In open day at Ligonier's;
The minds of all were fraught with guile ; Illustrious hervine of the sky,
Their manners dissolute and vile ;

Who leads to vanquish or to die !
And ev'ry tribe, like Pagans, run

'Twas she our vet'rans breasts inspir'd, To kneel before the rising sun.

When Belgia's faithless sons retir'd :
But now some clam'rous sounds arise, For Tournay's treach'rous tow'rs can tell
And all the pleasing vision Aies.

Britannia's children greatly fell.
Once more I clos'd my eyes to sleep,

No partial Virtue of the plain! And gain d th' imaginary deep;

She rous'd the lions of the inain : Fancy presided at the helm,

Hence Vernon's little fleet succeeds *, And steer'd me back to Friendship’s realm. And hence the gen'rous Cornwall bleeds t. Bat, oh! with horror I relate

Hence Grenville glorious [ ! -- for she smil'd The revolutions of her state ;

On the young hero from a child. The Trojan chief could hardly more

Tho' in high life such virtues dwell,
His Asiatic tow'rs deplore.

They 'll suit plebeian breasts as well.
For Flatt'ry view'd those fairer plains Say, that the mighty and the great
With longing eyes, where Friendship reigns : Blaze, like meridian suns of state ;
With ency heard her neighbour's fame, Effulgent excellence display,
And often sigh'd to gain the same;

Like Hallifax, in floods of day:
At length, by pride and int'rest fir'd,

Our lesser orbs may pour their light, To Friendship's kingdom she aspir'd.

Like the mild crescent of the night. And, now commencing open foe,

Tho' pale our beams, and small our sphere, She plans in thought some mighty blow; Still we may shinc serene and clear. Draws out her forces on the green,

Give to the judge the scarlet gown; And marches to invade the queen.

To martial souls the civic crown:
The river Truth the hosts withstood, What then? Is merit their's alone ?
And rolld her formidable food ;

Have we no worth to call our own?
Her current strong, and deep, and clear ; Shall we not vindicate our part
No fords were found, no ferries near,

In the firin breast ard upright heart?
But as the troops approach'd the waves, Reader, these virtues may be thine,
Their fears suggest a thousand graves ; Tho' in superior life they shine.
They all retir'd with haste extreine,

I can't discharge great Hardwicke's trust;
And shudder'd at the dang’rous stream. True -- but my soul may still be just :
Hypocrisy the gulph explores ;

And tho' I can't the state defend,
She forms a bridge, and joins the shores. I'll draw the sword to serve my friend.
Thus often art or fraud prevails,

Two golden virtues are behind,
When military prowess fails :

Of equal import to the mind; The troops an easy passage find,

Prudence, to point out Wisdom's way, And vict'ry follows close behind.

Or to reclaim us when we stray ; Friendship with ardor charg'd her foes, Temp’rance, to guard the youthful heart, And now the fight promiscuous grows ; When Vice and Folly throw the dart : But Flatt'ry threw a poison'd dart,

Each virtue, let the world agree, And pierc'd the empress to the heart. Daily resides with you and me. The Virtues all around were seen

And when our souls in friendship join, To fall in heaps about the queen.

We'll deem the social bond divine;
• At Porto Bello.

Died in a late engagement with the French fleet.
Against the combined fleets of France and Spain,




Thro' ev'ry scene maintain our trust,

For when the sun deserts the skies, Nor e'er be timid or unjust.

And the dull winter evenings rise, That breast, where Honor builds his throne, Then for a husband's social pow'r That breast, which Virtue calls her own, To form the calm, conversive hour; Nor Iut'rest warps, nor Fear appals,

The treasures of thy breast explore, When Danger frownis, or Lacre calls.

From that rich mine to draw ihe ce No! the true friend collected stands,

Fondly each gen'rous thought retine, Fearless his heart, and pure bis hands :

And give thy native gold to shine ; I et Int'rest plead, let storms arise,

Show thee, as ieally thou art, lle dares be honest, thu' he dies!

Tho' fair, yet fairer still at heart.

Say, when life's purple blossoms fade. $ 87. Vision VII. Marriage. Inscribed to When in thiy cheek the roses die,

As soon they níust, thou charming naje!! Miss

And sickness clouds that brilliant eye; FAIREST, this Vision is thy due ;

Say, when or age or pains inrade,
I forin'dl th' instructive plan for you.

And those dear limbs shall ca}} for aid ;
Slight not the rules of thoughtful age ; If thou art fetter'd to a fool,
Your welfare actuates ev'ry page ;

Shall not his transient passion cool?
But ponder well my sacred theme,

And, when thy health and beauty end, And tremble while you read my dream. Shall thy weak mate persist a friend ?

These awful words, till death do part,' But to a man of sense, my dear, Nay well alarm the youthful heart :

E'en then thou lovely shalt appear; No-after-thought wlien once a wife,

He'll share the griefs that wound thy heart, The die is casi, and cast for life;

And, weeping, claim the larger part: Yet thousands venture ev'ry day,

Tho' age impairs that beauteous face, As some buise passion leads the way.

He'll prize the pearl beyond it's case. Pert Sylvia talks of wedlock scenes,

In wedlock when the sexes meet, Tho' lardly enter'd on her teens;

Friendship is only then complete. Smiles on her wliining sparti, and hears Bless'd state! where souls each other draw ; The sugar'il speech wiih raptur'd ears ; • Where love is liberty and law! Impatient of a parent's rule,

The choicest blessing found below, She leaves her sire, and weds a fool,

That man can wish, or Heaven bestow! Want enters at the guardless door,

Trust me, these raptures are divine, And Love is fled, to come no niore.

For lovely Chlve once was mine! Some few they are of sorelid mould,

Nor fear the varnish of my style ; Who barter youth and bloom fur gold, Tho'poet, I'm estrang'd to guile. Careless with what or whom they mate; Ah me! my faithful lips impart Their ruling passion's all fur state,

The genuine language of my heart ! But Ilymen, gen'rous, just, and kind,

When bards extol their patrons high, Abhors the mercenary ininil;

Perhaps 'lis gold extorts the lie; Such rebels groam beneath his rod;

Perhaps the poor reward of bread For llymen 's a vindicare god :

But who burns incense io the dead? Be jovless ev'ry nigbi,' he said;

He, whom a fond affection draws, And barren be their nuptial bed!"

Careless of censure or applause ; Aitend, my fair, 10 wisdom's voice; Whose soul is upright and sincere, A better file shall crown thy choice.

With nought to wish, and pought to fear, I married life, to speak the best,

Now to my visionary scheme Is all a lottery confest:

Attend, and profit by my dream. Yet, af my fair one will be wine,

Amidst the slumbers of the night, I will ensure my giri a prize,

A statelv temple rose to sight ; Tho' not a prize to match thy worth:

And antient as the human race, Perhaps thy equal's not on earth!

If Nature's purposes you trace : 'Tis an important point, to know

This fane, by all the wise rerer'd, There's no perfection here below,

To wedlock's pow'rful god was rear'd.. Vlan 's an odd compound, after all;

Hard by I saw a graceful sage, And ever has been since the fall.

His locks were frosted o'er by age ;
Say, that he loves you from his soul,

His garb was plain, his mind screne,
Stíll man is proud, nor brooks control ; And wisdom dignified his mien.
And tho' a slave in love's soft school,

With curious search his name I sought,
In wedlock claims his right to rule.

And found 'twas Hymen's fav'rite, Thought. The besi, in short, has faults about him ; Apace the giddy crowds advance,

If few those faults, you must not flout him. And a lewd satyr led the dance. · With some, indeed, you can't dispense,

I griev'd to see whole thousands run, As want of temper and of sense :

For oh! what thousands were undone!


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The sage, when these mad troops he spied, Averse she turn’d her weeping face,
In pity flew to join their side:

And shudder'd at the cold embrace.
The disconcerted pairs began

But various buits their force impart;
To rail against him to a man ;

Thus titles lie at Celia's heart.
Vow'd they were strangers to his name, A passion, much too foul to name,
Nor knew from whence the dotard came. Costs supercilious prudes their fame :
But mark the sequel — for this truth Prudes wed to publicans and sinners ;
Highly concerns impetuous youth.

The hungry poet weds for dinners.
Long ere the honey-moon could wane,

The god with frown indignant view'd Perdition seis'd on erery twain;

The rabble covetous or lewd; At ev'ry house, and all day long,

By ev'ry vice his altar stain'd, Repentance plied her scorpion thong:

Bv y ev'ry fool his rites protand: Disgust was there with frowning mien,

Vi hen Love complain'l of Wealth aloud, And ev'ry wayward child of spleen.

Affirming Wealtti debauch'd the crowd; Hymen approach'd his awful fane,

Drew up in form bis heury charge, Attended by a num'rous train.

Desiring to be heard at large. Love, with each soft and nameless grace,

The god consents, the throng divide, Was first in favor and in place :

The young espous'd the plaintiff's side; Then came the god, with solemn gait,

The old declar'd for the defendant, Who e ev'ry word was big with fate;

For age is money's sworn attendant. His hand a Haming taper bore,

Love said, that wedlock was desigu'd That sacred syinbol, fam'd of yore.

By gracious Heaven to match the mind; Virtue, adorn'd with every charın,

To pair the tender and the just, sustain 'd the god's incumbent arm;

And his the delegated trust : Beauty improv'd the glowivg scene

That Wealth had play'd a knavish part, With all the roses of eighteen.

And taught the tongue to wrong the heart Touth led the gaily smiling fair;

But what avails the faithless yoice? His purple pinions war'd in air ;

The injur'd heart disdains the choice. Walth, a close hunks, walk'd hobbling righ, Wealth straight replied, that Love was blind, With vulture-claw, aud eagle-eye,

And talk'd at random of the inind : Who threescore years had seen, or more That killing eyes, and bleeding hearts, Tis said his coat had seen a score) :

And all th' artillery of darts, Proud was the wretch, tho clad in rags, Were long ago explodei cancies, Presuming much updn bis bags.

And laughi'd at even in romances. A female pext her arts display'd;

Poets indeed style love a treat,
Poets alone can paint the maid:

Perhaps for want of better ineat:
Hogarik (tho' great thy fane), And love might be delicious fare,
pose thy skill to draw the same;


poets, live on air. And Fet thy mimic pow'r is more

But grant that angels feast on love Thai erer painter's was before.


purer essences above), Now she was fair as cygnet's down,

Yet Albion's sons, lie understood, Now as Ma: Prior's Emına brown ;

Preferr'd a more substantial foodi. And, changing as the changing flow's, Thus while with gibes lie dressed his cause, Her dress shae varied ev'ry hour.

Ilis grey admirers hemmd applause. Twas Fancy, child you know the fair,

With seeming conquest peri and proud,
Who pins your gown, and sets your hair. Wealth shook his sules, and chuckled loud;

Lor the god mounts his throne of state, When Fortune, to resirain his pride,
And sits the arbiter of fate :

And fond to fuor Love beside,
His head, with radiant glories drest,

Op’ning the miser’s tape-tied vest, Gently rerlin'd on Virtue's breast.

Disclos'd the cares which stung his breast : Love look his station on the right:

Wealth stood abaslı'd at his disgrace, His quiver beam’d with golden light:

And a deep crimson flush'd his face. Beauty usurp'd the second place,

Lore sweetly simper'd at the sight; Ambitious of distinguish'd grace;

Ilis gay adherents laugh'd outright. She claiin'd this ceremonial joy,

The god, thio' grave his temper, smild; Because related to the boy ;

For Hymen clearly priz'd the child. Said it was hers to point his dart,

But he who triumphs o'er his brother, And speed his passage to the heart ;

In turn is laugh'd at by another. While on the god's inferior hand

Such cruel scores we often find
Fancy and Wealth obtain'd their stand. Repaid the criminal in kind :

And now the hallow'd rites proceed, For Poverty, that famish'd fiend!
And now a thousand heart-strings bleed Ambitious of a wealthy friend,
I saw a blooming, trembling bride,

Advanc'd into the misér's place,
A toothless lorer join'd her side ;

And star'd the stripling in the face;


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Whose lips grow pale, and cold as clay : Is bliss a vague, unmeaning name?
I thought the chit would swoon away.

Speak then the passions' use or aim;
The god was studious to employ,

Why rage desires without control, His cares to aid the vanquish d boy;

And rouse such whirlwinds in the soul ? And therefore issued his decree,

Why Hope erects her tow'ring crest, That the two parties straight agree:

And laughs and riots in the breast ! When both obey'd the god's cominands, Think not my weaker brain turns round; And Love and Richies join'd their hands. Think not I tread on fairy ground;

What wond'rous change in each was wrought, Think not your pulse alone beats true Believe me, fair, surpasses thought.

* Mine makes as healthful music too. If love had many charms before,

Our joys, when Life's soft spring we trace, He now had charms ten thousand more : Put forth their early buds apace If Wealth had serpents in his breast,

· See the bloom loads the tender shoot ; Thcy now were dead, or lull'd to rest.

· The bloom conceals the future fruit. Beanty, that vain, affected thing,

Yes, manhood's warm meridian sun Who joind the hymencal ring,

• Shall ripen what in spring begun. Approach'd, with round unthinking face; Thus infant roses, ere they blow, And thus the trifler states her case:

• In germinating clusters grow; She said that Love's complaints, 'twas known, And only wait the summer's say, Exactly tallied with her own:

• To burst and blossom to the day.' That Wealth had learn'd the felon's arts, What said the gay unthinking boy? And robb’d her of a thousand hearts ;

Methought Hilario talk'd of joy! Desiring judgement against Wealth,

Tell, if thou canst, whence joys' arise, For falfehood, perjury, and stealth :

Or what those mighty joys you prize. All which she could on oath depose ;

You'll find (and trust superior years) And hop'd the court would slit his nose. The vale of life a vale of tears.

But Hymen, when he heard her nanie, Could wisdom teach where joys abound, Callid her an interloping dame ;

Or riches purchase them when found, Look'd through the crowd with angry state, Would sceptred Solomon complain And blam'd the porter at the gate

That all was fleeting, false, and vain ? For giving entrance to the fair,

Yet sceptred Solomon could say, When she was no essential therc.

Returning clouds obscur'd his day. To sink this haughty tyrant's pride, Those maxims, which the preacher drew, He order'd Fancy to preside.

The royal sage experienc'd true. Hence, when debates on beauty rise,

He knew the various ills that wait And each bright fair disputes the prize, Our infant and meridian state ; To Fancy's court we straight apply,

That toys our earliest thoughts engage, And wait the sentence of her eye ;

And diff'rent toys maturer age ; In beauty's realms she holds the seals, That grief at ev'ry stage appears, And her awards preclude appeals.

But dift 'rent griefs at diff'rent years ;

That vanity is seen, in part, $ 88. Vision VIII. Life.

Inscrib'd on ev'ry human heart; Let not the young my precepts shun;

In the child's breast the spark began, Who slight good counsels are undone. Grows with his growth, and glares in man. Your poet sung of love's delights,

But when in life we journey late, Of halcyon days and joyous nights ;

If follies die, do griefs abate? To the gay fancy lovely themes ;

Ah! what is life at fourscore years ? (and tears. And fain 1 'd hope they're more than dreams. One dark, rough road, of sighs, groans, pains, But, if you please, before we part,

Perhaps you 'll think I act the same I'd speak a language to your heart.

As a sly sharper plays his game:
We'll talk of Life, tho' inuch I fear

You triumpli ev'ry deal that's past,
Th'ungrateful tale will wound your ear. He's sure to triumph at the last !
You raise your sanguine thoughts too high, Who often wins some thousands more
And hardly know the reason why:

Than twice the sums you won before.
But say, Life's tree bears golden fruit,

But I'm a loser with the rest; Some canker shall corrode the root ;

For life is all a deal at best, Some unexpected storm shall rise,

Where not the prize of wealth or fame Or scorching suns, or chilling skies ;

Repays the trouble of the game And (if experienced truths avail)

(A truth no winner e'er denied, All your autumnal hopes shall fail.

An hour before that winner died). • But, poet, whence such wide extremes ? Not that with me these prizes shine ; • Well may you style your labors dreams. For neither fame nor wealth is mine, • A son of sorrow ihou, I ween,

My cards, a week plebeian band, • Whose Visions are the brats of Spleen. With scarce an honor in my hand !




And, since my trumps are very few,

There a commission'd angel stands, What have I more to boast than you ? With desolation in his hands! Nor ain I gainer by your fall;

He sends the all-devouring flame, That harlot Fortune bubbles all!

And cities hardly boast a name: 'Tis truth (receive it ill or well),

Or wings the pestilential blast, "Tis melancholy truth I tell.

And, lo! ten ihousands breathe their lasi. Why should the preacher take your pence,

lle speaks -- obedient tempests roar, And smoother truth to flatter sense?

And guilty nations are no inore: I'm sure physicians have no merit,

He speaks--the fury Discord raves, Who kill thro' lenity of spirit.

And whole armies to their graves; That life's a game, divines confess;

Or Farine lifts her mildew'd hand, This says at cards, and that at chess :

And Hunger howls thro' all the land. But, if our views be centred here,

: Oh! what a wretch is man!' I cried; 'Tis all a losing game I fear.

Expos’d to death on ev'ry side! Sailors, you know, when wars obtain, And sure as borne to be undone And hostile resscls crowd the main,

By evils which he cannot shuo! If they discover from afar

• Besides a thousand baits to sin, A bark as distant as a star,

• A Housud traitors lodg'd within ! Hold the perspective to their eyes,

• For soon as Vice assaults the heart, To learn its colors, strength, and size;

· The rebels take the dæmon's part.' And, when this secret once they know, I sigh, my aching bosoin bleeds; Make ready to receive the foe,

When straight the milder plan succeeds. Let you and I from sailors learn

The luke oftcars, the dreary shore, Important truths of like concern.

The same as in the piece before ; I clos’d the day, as custom led,

But gleams of light are here display'd, With reading till the time of bed;

To cheer the


and gild the shadc; Where Fancy, at the midnight hour, Affliction speaks a softer style, Again display'd her magic pow'r

and Disappointment wears a smile: (For know that Fancy, like a sprite,

A group of virtue's blossom near ; Prefers the silent scenes of night).

Their roots improve by ev'ry tear. She lodg’d me in a neighb'ring wood,

Here Patience, genile maid ! is nigh, No matter where the thicket stood;

To calm storm, and wipe the eye; The Genius of the place was nigh,

Hope acts the kind physician's part, And held two pictures to my eye;

And warms the solitary heart : The curious painter har pourtray'd

Religion nobler comfort brings, Life in each just and genuine shade.

Disarms our griets, or blunts their stings ; They, who have only known its dawn, Points out the balance on the whole, May think these lines too deeply drawn;

And Heaven rewards the struggling soul. But riper years, I fear, will show

But while these raptures I pursue,
The wiser artists paint too true.

The Genius suddenly withdrew.
One piece presents a rueful wild,
Where not a summer's sun had smild;

$ 89. Vision the last. Death. T'he road with thorus is cover'd wide, 'Tis thought my Visions are too grave * ; And Grief sito weeping by the side;

A proof I'm no designing knave. Her tears with constant tenor flow,

Perhaps, if int'rest held the scales, And form a mournful lake below;

I had devis'd quite diff'rent tales; Whose silent waters, dark and deep,

Had join'd the laughing, low buttoon, Thro' all the gloomy valley creep.

And scribbled satire and lampoon; Passions that flatter, or that slay,

Or stirr'd each source of sett desire, Are beasts that fawn, or birds that prey. And fann'd the coals of wanton fire: Here Vice assuines the serpent's shape; Then had my paltry Visions sold; There Folly personates the ape :

Yes, all my dreams had turn'd to gold; Here Av'rice gripes with harpy's claws; Had prov'l the darling of the town, There Malice grins with tiger's jaws;

And I-a Poet of renown! While sons of Mischief, Art, and Guile, Let not my awful theme surprise; Are alligators of the Nile.

Let no unmanly fears arise. E'en Pleasure acts a treach'rous part; I wear no inelancholy hue; She charms the sense, but stings the heart: No wreaths of cypress, or of yem'. And when she gulls us of our wealth, The shrowd, the coffin, pall, or hcarse, Or that superior pearl, our health,

Shall ne'er deform my softer verse. Restores us nonght but pains and woe, Let me consign the fun'ral plume, And drowns us in the lake below.

The herald's paint, the sculptur'd tomb, * See the Monthly Review of New Books, for February 1751.

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