Printed for, and under the Direction of,
G. CAWTHORN, British Library, STRAND.

MDCCXCVI.

LENO

NEW YORK

Come thou, my Friend! my Genius! come along;,

Oh, master of the poet, and the song;

And while the Muse now stoops, or now ascends

To man's low passions or their glorious ends,
Teach me, like thee, in various Nature wise,
To fall with dignity, with temper rise...
Oh! while along the stream of time thy name
Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame,
Say, shall my little bark attendant sail,
Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale?
Shall then this Verse to future age pretend
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend?
That, urg'd by thee, I turn'd the tuneful art
From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart;
For Wit's false mirror held up Nature's light,
Shew'd erring Pride, whatever is is right--...
That virtue only makes our bliss below,
And all our knowledge is ourselves to know.

ESS. ON MAN.

LONDON:

Printed for, and under the Direction of,

G. CAWTHORN, British Library, STRAND.

M DCC XCVI.

THE FABLE OF DRYOPE.

FROM THE NINTH BOOK OF

OVID'S METAMORPHOSES.

SHE said; and for her lost Galanthis sighs,
When the fair consort of her son replies;
"Since you a servant's ravish'd form bemoan,
And kindly sigh for sorrows not your own,
Let me (if tears and grief permit) relate
A nearer woe, a sister's stranger fate.
No nymph of all Oechalia could compare
For beauteous form with Dryope the fair,
Her tender mother's only hope and pride,
(Myself the offspring of a second bride.)
This nymph compress'd by him who rules the day,
Whom Delphi and the Delian isle obey,

DIXIT: :et, admonitu veteris commota ministræ,
Ingemuit; quam sic nurus est adfata dolentem.
"Te tamen, o genitrix, alienæ sanguine vestro
Rapta movet facies. quid si tibi mira sororis
Fata meæ referam? quanquam lacrymæque dolorque
Impediunt, prohibentque loqui. Fuit unica matri
(Me pater ex alia genuit) notissima forma
Oechalidum Dryope: quam virginitate carentem,
Vimque Dei passam, Delphos Delonque tenentis,

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