* Aufpiciis totum confecta duella per orbem, Clauftraque cuftodem pacis cohibentia Janum,

Et formidatam Parthis te principe Romam;

"Si, quantum cuperem, poffem quoque : fed neque

parvum

Carmen majeftas recipit tua, nec meus audet
Rem tentare pudor quam vires ferre recufent.
z Sedulitas autem, ftulte quem diligit, urguet
Præcipuè cum fe numeris commendat & arte:
Difcit enim citius meminitque libentius, illud

Quod quis deridet, quam quod probat & veneratur.
Nil moror officium quod me gravat: ac neque ficto
In pejus vultu proponi cereus ufquam,

Nec prave factis decorari verfibus opto:
Ne rubeam pingui donatus munere, & una
Cum fcriptore meo, capfa porrectus aperta,
a Deferar in vicum vendentem thus & odores,
Et piper, & quicquid chartis amicitur ineptis.

Exhausted nations trembling at her sword,

* And * PEACE long wifh'd-for to the world reftor'd.

▾ But your true greatness suffers no fuch praise, 315

My verfe would fink the theme it meant to raise;

Unequal to the task would furely meet

Deferv'd contempt, and each prefumptuous sheet

Could ferve for nothing, fcrawl'd with lines fo fimple, Unless to wrap up sugar-loaves for Wimple.

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* A general peace was at this time juft concluded at Aix la Chapelle.

VOL. I.

I

ΤΟ

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE

THE EARL OF CHESTERFIELD,

ON HIS BEING

INSTALLED

KNIGHT OF THE GARTER.

HESE trophies, STANHOPE, of a lovely dame,

THE

Once the bright object of a monarch's flame,

Who with fuch just propriety can wear,

As thou the darling of the gay and fair?

See ev'ry friend to wit, politeness, love,

With one confent thy Sovereign's choice approve!
And liv'd PLANTAGENET her voice to join,
Herself, and GARTER, both were furely thine.

ΤΟ

LADY

то л

IN TOWN,

SOON AFTER HER LEAVING THE COUNTRY.

WHILS

HILST you, dear maid, o'er thousands born to reign,

For the gay town exchange the rural plain,

The cooling breeze, and ev'ning walk forfake

For ftifling crowds, which your own beauties make;
Thro' circling joys while you incessant stray,
Charm in the Mall, and sparkle at the play;
Think (if fucceffive vanities can spare

One thought to love) what cruel pangs I bear,
Left in these plains all wretched, and alone,
To weep with fountains and with echos groan,
And mourn inceffantly that fatal day,
That all my blifs with CHLOE fnatch'd away.
Say by what arts I can relieve my pain,
Mufic, verfe, all I try, but try in vain ;

In vain the breathing flute my hand employs,
Late the companion of my CHLOE's voice,
Nor HANDEL's nor CORELLI's tuneful airs
Can harmonize my foul, or footh my cares;
Those once-lov'd med'cines unfuccessful prove,
Mufic, alas, is but the voice of love!

In vain I oft harmonious lines peruse,

And feek for aid from POPE's, and PRIOR's muse ;
Their treach'rous numbers but affift the foe,
And call forth fcenes of fympathifing woe:

Here HELOISE mourns her abfent lover's charms,
There parting EMMA fighs in HENRY's arms;
Their loves like mine ill-fated I bemoan,

And in their tender forrows read my own.
Restless sometimes, as oft the mournful dove

Forfakes her neft forfaken by her love,

I fly from home, and seek the facred fields
Where CAM's old urn its filver current yields,
Where folemn tow'rs o'erlook each moffy grove,
As if to guard it from th' affaults of love;
Yet guard in vain, for there my CHLOE's eyes
But lately made whole colleges her prize;

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