A UT U M N. THE THIRD PASTORAL, OR HYLAS and EGON. BE To Mr. WYCHERLEY. ENEATH the fhade a spreading Beech displays, This mourn'd a faithlefs, that an abfent Love, Thou, whom the Nine with Plautus' wit infpire, The art of Terence, and Menander's fire; Whose fenfe inftructs us, and whofe humour charms, Whofe judgment fways us, and whose spirit warms! Oh, fkill'd in Nature! fee the hearts of Swains, II NOTES. This Paftoral confifts of two parts, like the viiith of Virgil: The Scene, a Hill; the Time at Sun-fet. VER. 7. Thou, whom the Nine,) Mr. Wycherley, a famous author of Comedies; of which the most celebrated were the Plain Dealer and Country-Wife. Не was a writer of infinite fpirit, fatire, and wit. The only objection made to him was that he had too much. However he was followed in the fame way by Mr. Congreve; tho' with a little more correctness. B S Their artless passions, and their tender pains. To Delia's ear the tender notes convey. As fome fad Turtle his loft love deplores, Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs along! Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away! IMITATIONS. 21 25 30 35 VER. 37. Aurea dura Mala ferant quercus; narciffo floreat alnus, Virg. Ecl. viii. Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs along! The birds fhall ceafe to tune their ev'ning fong, The winds to breathe, the waving woods to move, And ftreams to murmur, e'er I ceafe to love. Not bubbling fountains to the thirfty fwain, Not balmy fleep to labrers faint with pain, Nor fhow'rs to larks, or fun-fhine to the bee, Are half so charming as thy fight to me. 40 45 Go, gentle gales, and bear my fighs away! Come, Delia, come; ah, why this long delay? Thro' rocks and caves the name of Delia founds, Delia, each cave and echoing rock rebounds. 50 Ye pow'rs, what pleafing frenzy fooths my mind! Do lovers dream, or is my Delia kind? She coines, my Delia comes! -Now ceafe my lay, And ceafe, ye gales, to bear my fighs away! Next Egon fung, while Windfor groves adimir'd; Rehearfe, ye Mufes, what yourfelves infpir'd. Refound, ye hd, ye hills, refo refound my mournful ftrain! Of perjur'd Doris, dying I complain: Here where the mountains, lefs'ning as they rife, VARIATIONS. VER. 48. Originally thus in the MS. With him thro Libya's burning plains I'll go, VER. 43. etc.) IMITATIONS. Quale fopor feffs in gramine, quale per æfum Dulcis aquæ faliente fitim reftringuere rivo. VER. 52. An qui amant, ipfi fibi forania fingunt? Ecl. v. Idiviii. бо Lofe the low vales, and steal into the fkies; Or what ill eyes inalignant glances dart? Refound, ye hills, refound my mournful ftraits! IMITATIONS: VER. 82. Or what ill eyes)count Nefcio quis teneros oculos mihi fafcinat agnos. 75. 80 84 T I know thee, Love! on foreign mountains bred, IMITATIONS. 99 95 100 VER. 89. Nunc fcio quid fit Amor: duris in cotibus illum, etc, ITA giabi |