and strife,

We lead a pleasant, tho' laborious, life; Pleas'd and improv'd, while Tully's shining page,

And moral Seneca's our thoughts engage. Nor are Quintilian rules to us unknown, Rome her Quintilian boasts, and we our

own:

The virtuous, taught by him, afpire to fame, And e'en the vicious are reform'd by fhame.

The Mufes here their darling Pit infpir'd,
And Dobfon with poetick fury fir'd;
Art perfected what nature had begun,
A fecond Milton, and a Virgil's fon;
And Lowth, adorn'd with neverfading bays,
In thefe fequefter'd shades divides our praife:
In this retirement from a frantick age,
We fcorn the follies which the great en-
gage;

Can fee a play, a drum, a rout, a ball;
And like Democritus can laugh at all:
To Cam, or Ifis, when remov'd we fing,
Our numbers flow from the Wintonian
fpring.

Tho' Cam or Ifis may the Mufe delight,
Yet Itchin in us claims an earlier right.
On our Parnaffus † too entranc'd we sleep,
And from another Helicon drink deep.

The Mufes vot'ries here, at eafe reclin'd, The fecret joy of learn'd retirement find. Here Morpheus never boafts too large a fway,

But, as convenience calls, muft go or stay. Wak'd from our flumber by the dawn of light,

We ply our ftudies till returning night;
Recalling to our minds th' Athenian tow'rs
Where youth from learning found no vacant
hours.

The pattern we with emulation view,
Quintilian bids us the fame tract purfue;
Hail, Plato trifling vanity, adieu !

On the two celebrated Miss Annings.
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Tw

WO fifters (ye gods, who could fee and not love) [lagh grove; Arm in arm last night walk'd in RaneWith aftonishment ftruck, I view'd their fair faces, [graces.

And ftraitly concluded them wandering

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Attend all ye beaux and view maids form'd

to please,

Those Helens I own, but two Venus's these. CORNELIUS

With freedom here the Academick fits,`
Poffefs'd before by bigots, or by wits;
The fceptick quits his dear fufpicion here,
Nor doubts th' alarum from within fincere;
Fruitless the claim of orthodox belief,
Here fchifm and herefy find one relief;
Tories and whigs their mad difputes for-
bear,

Alike fubmiffive to the powers that are ;
Succef-lefs all their vain diftinctions prove,
And equal means their equal ills remove :
Hence, ye prophane !-nor violate the place,
While modeft females prefs the feat of ease;
By caution watch'd, by belles furvey'd a-
round,
[ground.

Each youth receded from the facred
The virgin foft, the penfive aged maid,
At fome nice moment feek the tender aid;
Studious the one fome lover's verfe to fcan,
The last to ponder on unfaithful man ;
The knowing matron and the widow sly,
Free from the purview of each curious eye,
In wanton chat the hop'd affiftance find,
And leave with joy the foft diftrefs behind:
Here the nice prude the well turn'd knee
can show,

Nor yet her cheek with bidden blushes glow. Ah! think not then what pious rites they pay, [furvey;

Nor once their off'rings, || Strephon-like, While from each vafe a full libation flows, And intermingled ftreams the golden flood compofe.

Then dies that awful air whole crouds adore, And deem the femblance of angelick power, Each heavenly charm, the graces, and the [tal proves. And each fair Gunning a mere morOh fhould aftringent stars their influence try,

loves,

And fwell the tear upon the female eye, Force from the rofy lips the half-breath'd

groan,

[moan;

And fighs to hear wou'd make an angel The tear, the figh, the half breath'd groan wou'd prove,

Sufficient penance for their crimes in love.

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EFORE creating nature will'd
That atoms into forms should rear,
By me the boundlefs fpace was fill'd,
On me was built the first made star.
For me the faint will break his word,

By the proud atheist I'm rever'd;
At me the coward draws his fword,

And by the hero I am fear'd, Scorn'd by the meek and humble mind, Yet often by the vain poffefs'd; Heard by the deaf, feen by the blind,

And to the troubled confcience rest. Than wildom's facred felf I'm wifer, And yet by every blockhead known: I'm freely given by the mifer,

Kept by the prodigal alone. The haughty duke, as it is faid, At me is often in a passion; Yet even him I can perfuade

To act against his inclination. As vice deform'd, as virtue fair,

The courtier's lofs, the patriot's gains, The poet's purfe, the coxcomb's care: Solve me, and have me for your pains. Part of a Copy of Verses in the Cambridge Collection, on the Death of the PRINCE of WALES.

AH prince! I cry'd, while pity fill'd

my eye,

Frederick, indear'd by every focial tye !
When late I faw thee drop a tender tear
Of feeling fympathy on Juliet's bier;
And heard thy youthful train, with fighs,
confefs

Humane compaffion, at her feign'd diftrefs;
How little thought I what a fatal blow
Would foon give caufe for undiffembled woe;
That we, in fad proceffion, foon should
join,

And the next fun'ral obfequies be thine? No longer now in Kew's or Cliefden's grove, That prattling train shall with thee sportive

rove.

No more their flories fhall thywalks beguile; Nor thou repay those stories with a finde ; Nor view their eyes, and, with a kifs, declare [there. Thou fee'ft their mother, thy Augufta, And oh! thou partner of his happieft hour! [no more! Thou widow'd fair! and partner now Augufta, late what tranfport fill'd thy breast,

Blfs'd in thy confort, in thy children blefs'd!
On downy feet each golden moment flew,
Rich with fuch love as earliest ages knew.
Thy envy'd palace with fuch blifs was
crown'd,

As is, in palaces, but rarely found:
Such blifs as e'en the nymphs of rural plains
Experience rarely with their cottage (wains.

To CHLO E.

HORACE, Lib. 1. ODE 23. imitated.
EE, Chloe, yonder timorous fawn
How eagerly it bounds the lawn,
How swiftly it outftrips the wind,
Nor leaves his footftep's mark behind :
Hark, how his abfent dam he mourns,
No joy he taftes till she returns.
See, as he rids the verdant way,
What fudden starts his fears betray;
For if, perchance, the gentleft breeze
Steals foftly whispering thro' the trees,
Or if the frighted lizard wake,
And guiltlefs ftir the ruftling brake,
Trembling he leaps from fide to fide,
Where pale mistrust and fancy guide.

So, peevishly averse to joy,
Such plantive looks o'ercloud her eye,
When chance, which lovers fortune guides,
My Chloe from her aunt divides;
Conftraint fits lowring on her charms,
No joyous fmile her features warms;
But bufy fears perplex her mind,-
Till aunt and Chloe are rejoin'd:
Then harmless, merry, free and gay,
Again her charms their beams difplay;
Again her native (miles she wears,
Again a little heaven appears;
Safe by her fide from rude alarms;
She gives a loose to all her charms.
But why, fweet nymph, thefe fears
fo vain ?

No thief purfues you o'er the plain ;
No murtherer, but a love- fick fwain.
No boisterous threats alarm thy fear,
But foft complaints implore thine ear;
No rude unpolish'd hand fhall seize
Those limbs fo nicely form'd to please ;
Gently I'd fteal the foft embrace,
Nor all thofe little arts mifplace;
I'd check that joy which wou'd offend,
And rapturous lover, feem but friend:
No longer then those charms confine,
Which nature prompts you to refign.

P. THE