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Gloomy Pluto, King of Terrors,
Mournful Cypress, verdant Willow,
Melancholy smooth Maander,
Thus when Philomela, drooping,
On a certain LADY at Court.
Know the thing that's most uncommon;
I know a reasonable Woman,
Handsome and witty, yet a Friend.
Not warp'd by Paffion, aw'd by Rumour,
"Has fhe no faults then (Envy fays) Sir?"
On his GROTTO at Twickenham,
Marbles, Spars, Gemms, Ores, and
HOU who fhalt ftop, where Thames' translucent wave
Shines a broad Mirror thro' the shadowy Cave; Where ling'ring drops from min'ral Roofs distil, And pointed Crystals break the sparkling Rill, Unpolish'd Gemms no ray on Pride bestow, 5 And latent Metals innocently glow:
After Ver. 6. in the MS.
You fee that Ifland's wealth, where, only free,
i. e. Britain is the only place on the globe which feels not Tyranny even to its very entrails. Alluding to the condemnation of Criminals to the Mines, one of the inflictions of civil juftice in moft Countries. The thought was exceeding natural and proper in this place, where the Poet was defcribing a Grotto incrufted and adorned with all forts of Minerals collected by the means of commerce from the four quarters of the Globe.
On his Grotto.] The improving and finishing his Grott was the favourite amusement of his declining Years; and the beauty of his poetic genius, in the difpofition and ornaments of this romantic recefs, appears to as much advantage as in his beft contrived Poems.
Approach. Great NATURE ftudiously behold! And eye the Mine without a wifh for Gold. Approach: But awful! Lo! th' Ægerian Grott, 9 Where, nobly-penfive, ST. JOHN fate and thought; Where British fighs from dying WYNDHAM stole, And the bright flame was fhot thro' MARCHMONT'S Soul.
Let fuch, fuch only, tread this facred Floor, Who dare to love their Country, and be poor.
VER. 11. Where British fighs fram dying Wyndham ftole,] In his MS. it was thus,
To Wyndham's breaft the patriot paffions ftole, which made the whole allude to a certain Anecdote of not much confequence to any but the parties concerned.
VER. 9. Egerian Grott,] Alluding to Numa's projecting his fyftem of Politics in this Grott, affifted, as he gave out, by the Goddess Ægeria.
Mrs. M. B. on her BIRTH-Day.
H be thou bleft with all that Heav'n can fend, Long Health, long Youth, long Pleasure, and a Friend:
Not with those Toys the female world admire,
Let Joy or Eafe, let Affluence or Content, And the gay Conscience of a life well spent, Calm ev'ry thought, infpirit ev'ry grace, Glow in thy heart, and smile upon thy face. Let day improve on day, and year on year, 15 Without a Pain, a Trouble, or a Fear;