What could, fond youth, this helpless paffion move? Thy own warm blush within the water glows, With thee the colour'd shadow comes and goes, Its empty being on thyself relies; Step thou afide, and the frail charmer dies. } Still o'er the fountain's watery gleam he stood, Mindless of sleep, and negligent of food; Still view'd his face, and languish'd as he view'd. At length he rais'd his head, and thus began To vent his griefs, and tell the woods his pain: "You trees," fays he, " and thou furrounding grove, "Who oft have been the kindly scenes of love, "Tell me, if e'er within your shades did lie "A youth fo tortur'd, fo perplex'd as I! "I who before me fee the charming fair, "Whilft there he stands, and yet he ftands not there: "In fuch a maze of love my thoughts are loft; "And yet no bulwark'd town, nor distant coast, "Preferves the beauteous youth from being feen, "No mountains rife, nor oceans flow between. "A fhallow water hinders my embrace; "And yet the lovely mimic wears a face "That kindly smiles, and when I bend to join "My lips to his, he fondly bends to mine. Hear, gentle youth, and pity my complaint, My charms an easy conqueft have obtain❜d 66 "Whene'er I ftoop, he offers at a kiss: "And when my arms I ftretch, he stretches his. "His eye with pleasure on my face he keeps, "He smiles my smiles, and when I weep he weeps. "When-e'er I fpeak, his moving lips appear "To utter fomething, which I cannot hear. "Ah wretched me! I now begin too late "To find out all the long perplex'd deceit; "It is myfelf I love, myfelf I fee; "The gay delufion is a part of me. "I kindle up the fires by which I burn, "And my own beauties from the well return. "Whom should I court? How utter my complaint? Enjoyment but produces my restraint, 66 "And too much plenty makes me die for want. "My breast is warm'd with fuch unusual fire, This faid, the weeping youth again return'd O'er-run with wrinkles, and deform'd with tears. "Ah whither,” cries Narciffus, " doft thou fly? Whom, spite of all her wrongs, fhe griev'd to see. Sigh'd back his fighs, and groan'd to every groan; For him the Naiads and the Dryads mourn, } When, looking for his corpfe, they only found THE STORY OF PENTHEUS. THIS fad event gave blind Tirefias fame, Through Greece establish'd in a prophet's name. Th' unhallow'd Pentheus only durft deride The cheated people, and their eyeless guide. To whom the prophet in his fury faid, Shaking the hoary honours of his head; ""Twere well, prefumptuous man, 't were well for "thee "If thou wert eyeless too, and blind, like me: Whilft howling matrons celebrate the god. To mingle in the pomps, and fill the train. "Can hollow timbrels, can a drunken shout, "And the lewd clamours of a beastly rout, "Thus quell your courage? Can the weak alarm "Of women's yell those stubborn fouls disarm, "Whom nor the fword nor trumpet e'er could fright, "Nor the loud din and horror of a fight? "And you, our fires, who left your old abodes, "And fix'd in foreign earth your country gods; "Will you without a ftroke your city yield, "And poorly quit an undisputed field? "But you, whofe youth and vigour should inspire "Heroic warmth, and kindle martial fire, "Whom burnish'd arms and crested helmets grace, "Not flowery garlands and a painted face; "Remember him to whom you ftand ally'd: "The ferpent for his well of waters dy'd. "He fought the ftrong; do you his courage show, "And gain a conqueft o'er a feeble foe. "If Thebes must fall, oh might the fates afford "The purple vests, and flowery garland please. "This boasted power; why then should Pentheus yield? |