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Ovid both felt the pain, and found the case :
Physicians study most their own disease.
The practice of that age in this we try,
Ladies would listen then, and lovers lye.
Who flatter'd most the fair were most polite,
Each thought her own admirer in the right:
To he but faintly rude was criminal,
But to be boldly so, aton'd for all.
Breeding was banith'd for the fair-one's sake,
The fex ne'er gives, but suffers ours should take...

Advice to you, my lord, in vain we bring;
The flowers ne'er fail to meet the blooming spring.
Though you pofless all Nature's gifts, take care;
Love's queen has charms, but fatal is her snare.

On all that Goddess her false smiles bestows;
As on the seas she reigns, from whence she rose.
Young Zephyrs figh with fragrant breath, soft gales,
Guide her gay barge, and swell the filken fails :
Each silver wave in beauteous order moves,
Fair as her bosom, gentle as her doves ;
But he that once embarks, too surely finds
A sullen sky, black storms, and angry winds;
Cares, fears, and anguish, hovering on the coast,
And wrecks of wretches by their folly loft.

When coming Time fhall bless you with a bride,
Let passion not persuade, but reason guide ;
Instead of gold, let gentle: Truth endear ;
She has molt charms who is the most fincere.
Shun vain variety, 'tis but disease ;
Weak appetites are' ever hand o please.


The nymph muft fear to be inquisitive;
"Tis for the sex's quiet, to believe.
Her air an easy confidence must show,
And shun to find what she would dread to know;
Still charming with all arts that can engage,
And be the Juliana of the age.

To the Dutchess of Bolton, on her ftaying all

the Winter in the Country.


NEASE rural conquests, and set free your swains,

To Dryads leave the groves, to Nymphs the plains. ·
In pensive dales alone let Echo dwell,
And each fad figh she hears with forrow tell.
Haste, let your eyes at Kent's pavilion * shine, -
It wants but stars, and then the work 's divine,
Of late, Fame only tells of yielding towns,
Of captive generals, and protected crowns :
Of purchas'd laurels, and of battles won,
Lines forc'd, ftares vanquish'd, provinces o'er-run,
And all Alcides' labour summ'd in one.

The brave must to the fair now yield the prize,
And English arms submit to English eyes :
In which bright lift among the first you stand ;
Though cach a Goddess, or a Sunderland.

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* A Gallery at St. James's..




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O, mighty prince, and those great nations see,

Which thy victorious arms before made free
View that fam'd column, where thy name engravid
Shall tell their children who their empire fav’d,
Point out that marble where thy worth is hown,
To every grateful country but thy own.
O censure undeserv'd! unequal fate !
Which strove to lessen hinı who made her great
Which, pamper'd with success and rich in fame,
Extoll'd his conquests, but condemn'd his name.
But virtue is a crime when placid on high,
Though all the fault's in the beholder's cye ;
Yet he, untouch'd, as in the beat of wars,
Flies from no danger but domestic jars,
Smiles at the dart which angry Envy shakes,
And only fears for Her whom he forsakes :
He grieves to find the course of virtue crossd,
Bluling to see our blood no better lost;
Didlains in factious parties to contend,
And proves in absence moft Britannia's friends
So the great Scipio of old, to fhun
That glorious envy which his arms had won,
Far from his dear, ungrateful Rome Fetird,
Prepard, whene'er his country's caule requird,
To fine in peace or war, and be again admir’d.



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EARL OF GODOLPHIN. WHILST weeping Europe bends beneath her 'ills, ,

And where the sword destroys not, famine kills;
Our ille enjoys, by your successful care,
The pomp of peace, amidst the woes of war,
So much the publick to your prudence owes,
You think no labours long for our repose :
Such conduct, such integrity are shown,
There are no coffers empty, but your own.

From mean dependance, merit you retrieve,
Unask'd you offer, and unseen you give :
Your favour, like the Nile, increase bestows,
And yet conceals the source from whence it flows.
No pomp, or grand appearance, you approve :
A people at their ease is what


love :
To lessen taxes, and a nation save,
Are all the grants your services would have.
Thus far the Atate-machine wants no repair,
But moves in matchlefs order by your care;
Free from confufion, Yetiled and serene ;
And, like the universe, by springs unseen.

But now some ftar, finifter to our prayers,
Contrives new schemes, and calls you from affairs :
No anguish in your looks, or cares appear,
But how to teach th' unpractis'd crew to steer.
Thus, like a vi&tim, no constraint you need,
To expiate their offence by whom you bleed.



Ingratitude 's a weed of every clime,
It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time.
The god of day, and your own lot 's the same;
The vapours you

have rais’d, obscure your fame :
But though you suffer, and awhile retreat,
Your globe of light looks larger as you set.

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TEAR.the vast bulk of that stupendous frame,

Known by the Gentiles' great apostle's name;

grace divine, great Anna 's seen to rise,
: An awful form that glads a nation's eyes :
Beneath her feet four mighty realms appear,
And with due reverence pay their homage there.
Britain and Ireland seem to own her grace,
And even wild India wears a smiling face.

But France alone with downcast eyes is:seen,
The fad attendant of so.good a Queen :
Ungrateful country! to forget fo foon,
All that great Anna for thy fake has done :
When sworn the kind defender of thy cause,
Spite of her dear religion, spite of laws;
For thee the sheath'd the terrors of her sword,
*For thee fhe broke her General and her word :


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