e're you further go Give Audience to a Lover's Woe II. Condoling Air to thee I speak Since she is deaf to all my Grief She that caus'd my Heart to break You never wrong'd yet bring Relief I 'm sure you grieve to hear my Pain For when I sigh you sigh again III. Go gentle Air fly to my Dear That has with Love enflam'd my Breast And whisper softly in her Ear 'T is she has rob'd my Soul of Rest Express if possible such moans May imitate my dying Groans IV. Then with a rougher Breath make bold To toss the Treasures of her Hair 'Till thou dost ev'ry Curl unfold Which cunningly mens Hearts ensnare Try all thy Skill to break the Net Till I like thee my Freedom get On a NIGHTINGALE that was drown'd By the same UPon a Bough hung trembling o're a Spring Sate Philomel to ease her Grief and sing Tuning such various Notes there seem'd to nest A Quire of little Songsters in her Breast Pleas'd Eccho at the close of every Strain Return'd the Musick Note for Note again The jealous Bird who ne're had Rival known Not thinking the sweet Accents were her own So fill'd with Emulation grew that she Express'd her outmost Art and Harmony Till as she eagerly her Conquest try'd Her shadow in the Stream below she spy'd Then heard the Waters bubling but mistook And thought the Nymphs were laughing in the Brook With that Conceit she drop'd into the Well But utter'd these soft Accents as she fell Not Tereus self e're offer'd such a wrong Nymphs take my Life since you despise my Song Love's new Philosophy By the same I. VVHo'ere a Lover is of Art May come and learn of me A new Philosophy Such as no Schools did e're impart Love all my other Notions does controul And reads these now strange Lectures to my Soul II. This God who takes delight to lye The Truth of former days defames And Aristotle blames Concluding all by Subtilty Whilst with such Art his Syllogisms are made As Solomon himself could ne're evade III. So wond'rous is his Craft and Skill His painted Reasons serve as Darts To pierce Mens Intellects and Hearts All Maxims he destroys at Will Plato he blinded so he made him think 'T was Water when he gave him Fire to drink IV. That Water can extinguish Fire Past Ages did allow Love contradicts the notion now And says it makes his Flames rage higher Which truth my self have prov'd for many years Wherein I 've wept whole Deluges of Tears V. When Soul and Body separate 'T is said the Man forthwith must dye This Maxim too I must deny My Soul 's with her who rules my Fate Yet still my Organs move a Proof to give That Soul and Body can divided live VI. Remove the Cause Effects will cease This was an Axiom too Which to my Grief I find untrue Cynthia robs my Soul of Ease Yet when this fair Disturber of my Peace Is farthest from me then my Pains encrease VII In Love Extreams themselves are joyn'd Joy and Sorrow of my Breast Together stand possest And vex with Civil VVar my Mind Thus when I view the Source of all my Wrong I sigh my Musick mix with Tears my Song VIII VVhilst in this Torment I remain To be and not to be No longer is a Mystery I dye to Joy and live to Pain Thus without Paradox I may be said To be and not to be alive and dead IX Now go my Song yet shun the Eyes Of such as never felt Love's Flame And if my Cynthia blame Thy Arguments as Sophistries Tell her this is Love's new Philosophy VVhich none can understand but such as try CYNISCA OR The fourteenth Idyllium of Theocritus imitated By W. Bowles Fellow of Kings-Coll Cambr. Thyonicus and Aeschines OH how does my dear Eschines Oh how Some Care my Friend sits heavy on thy Brow Aeschines Cynisca Friend has shown the Fiend confest And Peace and Joy are banish'd from my Breast Thyonicus Hence this wild look and this distracted Air Staring your Eyes your Face o're-grown with Hair Just such a rosie Crucian here arriv'd Some new Enthusiast sure or Flood reviv'd With such a Meen he came with such a Grace So long his Beard so dry so pale his Face Aeschines You Sir are merry but alas I find No Cure no Ease to my distemper'd Mind I rave am by a thousand Furies tost And call in vain my Reason in my Passion lost Thyonicus I always knew you jealous and severe But does Cynisca's Falshood plain appear Aeschines 'T was my ill fate or chance some Friends to treat With richest Wines the Board was crown'd with choicest Meat But fair Cynisca most adorn'd the Feast In all the Charms of Art and Nature drest Cynisca all our ravish'd Senses fed We gaz'd and we ador'd the lovely Maid With Wine and Beauty all our Hearts were fir'd And fair Cynisca still new Joys inspir'd Now Healths we drank and as the Glasses came Such was the Law each did his Mistress name Charming Cynisca too at last was prest To name the Lover in her favour blest A VVoman sure she hop'd might be excus'd The more they urg'd her she the more refus'd Refus'd Oh Friend and I her Lover by Guess if my Rage with VVine enflam'd grew high Silent she sat and with her Eyes deny'd Lycus is Handsome Tall and Young they cry'd When Lycus Name but touch'd her guilty Soul How down her Cheeks the liquid Globes did roul Confus'd her Look while Shame and Guilt apace Shifted the whole Complexion of her Face Gods with what rage was my rack'd Soul surpriz'd My Curse my Ruine am I then despis'd Ingrateful and inhumane Thou begone Go hug the Man whose Absence you bemoan No more will I deluded by your Charms Cherish an absent Mistress in my Arms. Swiftly as Swallows to their Nest she fled When unfletch'd Young lye gaping and unfed Swiftly she fled with my Embraces cloy'd Lycus she long had lov'd and long enjoy'd A publick Jest and known to all alass The Cuckold last perceives his own disgrace Yet once a Friend accus'd the guilty Maid And to my Ears unheard the fatal News convey'd For I a much abus'd deluded Sot The matter ne're examin'd or forgot Now undisturb'd unrival'd Lycus reigns Enjoys his Conquest and derides my Pains Two Months are past since unregarded I In a deserted Bed and hopeless lye Long with the mighty Pain opprest I strove But ah what Remedy for injur'd-Love In vain I struggle with the fierce Disease The fatal Poison does my Vitals seize Yet Damon did from Travel find Relief And Absence soon remov'd the raging Grief In Fires like mine successless Damon burn'd Diseas'd he parted and he sound return'd I too th' incertain Remedy will try And to less cruel Seas and Rocks will fly Thyonicus For Flanders then since you 'r resolv'd prepare Flanders the Scene of Glory and of War Or if a better choice and nobler Fire Does greater Arms and greater thoughts
delicious all the year Do loaded stems Luxuriant bear Around the Verdant Plains Ambrosia and Honey flows I know kind Visiter thou cam'st to tell Me all the Joys that in that bosom dwell But there 's so infinite a store Should Heav'n assist the bold desire So long a time it would require Alas thou ne'er wouldst see thy dearest Mistris more By Charles How Esq WE wish for Happiness in vain The greatest blessings we obtain Pass quick and leave the sharpest pain All our hopes are Fortune's prey 'T is long ere Sorrow finds relief Time from bliss flies fast away But slowly moves with grief Alas now Gloriana's gone Life has no Charms for me The blessing of her Sex alone The curst from pains can free Her presence gives surprising Joy But grief does those she leaves destroy Blest with her Charms whilst others are Her absence will prevent Despair Ending my wretched Life and Care By the Same WHat Scorn appears in those fair eyes Where native sweetness us'd to flow If your adorer you despise On whom will you your Love bestow Ah! let not your severe disdain Kill him who lives alone for you Inglorious Conquests they obtain Who murder slaves they first subdue Welcome to thirsty Fields kind showers To chearful Birds the morning light Returning Suns to withering flowers To me the charming Coelia's sight The Floods against their Streams may turn The Gods may cease to be obey'd But think not cruel Nymph your scorn Can quench the flames your beauty made A SARANADE By the same SOft notes and gently rais'd lest some harsh sound The fair Corinna's rest do rudely wound Diffuse a peaceful calmness through each part Touch all the Springs of a soft Virgins heart Tune every Pulse and kindle all her blood And swell the torrents of the living Flood Glide through her Dreams and o'er her Fancies move And stir up all the Images of Love Thus feeble Man does his advantage take To gain in sleep what he must lose awake When Night and Shades shut up Corinna's Charms Then is the proper'st time to take up Arms But Night and Shades her Beauties can't conceal Night has peculiar Graces to reveal Ten thousand Raptures do attend this time Too strong for Fancy and too full for Rhime TO MY Lord LANSDOWNE At the Imperial Camp WHilst you are listning to the shrill Alarms Of War pleasing your self in shining Arms Subduing Foes make half the World afraid A Cause supporting which does need your aid Your Praise brought hither on the wings of Fame In all the gentle Sex creates a Flame But such a flame as Virtue does controul For nought but Virtue can move such a Soul As yours where Glory has the Sovereign sway So I without a blush this Tribute pay To that undaunted Courage which so long Has in your race been vigorous and strong And as the Wool oft dipt in Tyrian dye A Colour gains so noble and so high Nor Time nor Art can make it lose the grain So fix'd in you their Virtues do remain To which so many of your own are joyn'd The World for you no parallel can find On the sight and Sculpture of Mr. GIBBON'S own most excellent Head in MARBLE By Mr. Iohnson WHen Arts were but in Embryo yet unknown And Nature only kept her station She envy'd not nor was there cause that she In full perfection yet should froward be But when more grown they boldly did invade Her Empire and her State their Subject made Promoting new designs and pressing on With Triumph in her imitation Did then incens'd her Dignity insert The Vanity of Science to subvert But found success to both a servant prov'd She was their Mistris and the thing they lov'd For when Old Time his Daughter Truth unveil'd Whose Sovereign warmth all grosser damps exhal'd The World in fancy took such lofty flights As did presume to equal Nature's Rights Which now our happy subject will afford Creat â—…ibbons is our Theme and signal word Bless'd in his brave endeavours not inclin'd To serve Ambition but a gen'rous mind And by his Birth-right prompted which his Soâ—…l To gain does all his fortive heat controul The Ages Glory and our Nations Pride In Foreign Courts with wonder magnifi'd The Sun which lends the inferiour Orbs their light Fame's Horizontal Line and point of sight View him but in one his Statue-head You 'll find him there in all by Nature led Who seems ennobled by a secret Flame His zeal to Sacrifice to her great Name For which if ever she has yet been known To love or doat on any he is one That sure Minerva adds her Deity To Crown his Genius with that Mistery Which is so well improv'd by his bold hand That all the Graces wait on his command So strong yet soft so easie yet not tame Look but on Nature it appears the same If not to Art a debtor for each grace The Magnes of a well resembled face Strictly correct but in a careless dress With Freedom great and not in Action less Choice and select and in its order new As if it Govern'd Sense and Motion knew Would yield to touch or wou'd to speech go on Striving to imitate perfection Repleat with wonder not to be conceal'd Time has not ceas'd but Miracles reveal'd Hold then my Muse thy Accents sound but weak To teach thee skill thy wants theStone will speak The Denial GOOD Heavens what shall I do My Service was before too hard And now I want a stronger guard E'en my own heart is turn'd a Rebel too Like Travellers when long They have some distant Nation known The Treach'rous Foot forgets its own And learns a cruel barbarous foreign Tongue Still when I call it home Her cold Dominion it prefers And answers in no speech but hers Cries No 't is all in vain I will not come Kissing his Mistris NAy my Lucinda give not o'er There yet remains a thousand more And endless is thy Heavenly store The gentle Subsidy we laid Must Ev'ry day be justly pay'd Till then if I cease kissing thee May I this moment cease to be These loft endearments Nature chose Free from all succeeding woes Thus harmless murm'ring Turtles Love And Bill and Cooe in every Grove Thus the chaste industrious Bees Of pregnant Shrubs and spicy trees The Virgin sweetness still devour Yet fragrant stands the blushing flower This lovely odoriferous Cell Round which the Ruby Portals swell Does more delicious Nectar fill Than can Hyblean Hives distill Thus press'd their dâ—…vine Liquors flow And thy chaste Lips more balmy grow Thus may we ever ever wast Those precious sweets that ever last Despair WHat shall I do to learn some powerful Art That can dissolve her Marble heart It does so hard appear The mighty General of War Cut out his long unbeaten way Where Mountains upon Mountains lay And melted frozen Rocks with lesser pain Than I for her have suffer'd and yet all in vain The wretched'st Miser never kept his Gold
Tho he does that as precious hold In Chains so strong as she Bars up that fatal Treasury Obdurate Walls and Pillars are More soft and penetrable far Than her hard Breast cold as the freezing North Where Nature nought but Snow and Christal Ice brings forth Sure the Infernal Adamantine gate Where guilty Souls are kept by Fate Can't be more fortifi'd With massie Bars than she 's with Pride So firm and wondrous strong in her The weakest part does still appear It almost seems a work of lesser pain To leap the mighty Gulph and Heav'n by force obtain Cruel injustice her destructive Cave Lets none return but to the Grave And as that dreadful door When once 't is shut ne'er opens more So she has acted Deaths hard part And let her Breast take in my Heart Which now in vain alas must ever burn In fiercest flames of Love and ne'er return To Lucinda AH cruel Nymph how canst thou punish me To such a barbarous degree For the same crime that you Your self as often do And yet unjustly go unpunish'd to I tortur'd am because I can't remove My fatal irresistless Love Yet you confess you wou'd Love me too if you cou'd But cannot make your heart do what it shou'd 'T is hard indeed our Passions to command And Fate 's Almighty Power withstand But yet 't is just and fit Seeing you merit it To the same punishment you should submit Such Conqu'ring charms adorn that beauteous face In ev'ry Feature 's such a grace To me 't would harder prove My Passion to remove Than 't would for you to be more kind and Love Embracing his Mistris NOw I can scorn the splendor of a Crown And laugh at the dull pomp of vain Renown The toil of Arms and the litigious Gown How hateful the rude acclamations are The vile unjust unlearn'd unpeaceful Bar The noise of Triumph and stern din of War How worthless are the sands of Tagus Shore The richest orient Pearls and all the store Of glittering Pebbles or Barbaric Ore This costly Jewel higher value yieldâ—… A surer basis of bright glory builds Than proudest gaudy Courts or Martial Fields No greater blessing could to Mortal fall I now methinks am Caesar Croesus all That we can happy or delightful call Had the great Conqu'ror reach'd the British Shore And his Victorious Arms had triumph'd o'er This World of Bliss he ne'er had wept for more Bless'd far beyond the state of busie crowds My lofty head like towring Atlas shrouds Its airy top amidst aspiring Clouds Oh maist thou ever thus supported be While thus my humble suppliant bending knee Bears up the Universal Globe in thee The Unalterable NO Dearest never fear I 'll always be Faithful as Heav'n to dying Saints to thee No Fate shall e'er divide The Sacred knot our Souls have ty'd My heart shall prove as constant to my Fair As others to their Mistrisses unconstant are Not all thy Sexes Charms shall tempt me more I 'll ever thee and Heav'n for thee adore Content with my bless'd Fate Despise the Worlds vain Pageant state And since the Gods no greater bliss can send Like Twins we 'll both our lives together end Thy Sex alas is a false Lottery Where thousand Blancks for one small Prize we see Scarce can th' unerring Gods Direct our choice 'gainst such odds And since kind Fate gave me so vast a Lot who 'd hazard the rich Gem so hardly got If e'er I should from thy bright charms remove From thy dear Constancy thy fervent Love And feel the proud disdain With which your Sex rewards our pain Good Heavens what might avenging fury do Curse thee as well as them for being Woman too TO CORINNA Excusing himself for not Loving her 1. PArdon thou brightest Star throughout our Skies Thou charming Idol of adoring Eyes Pardon the barren soil if Beams Divine From such a Heav'n of Beauty dein To cast their sacred influence yet shine Upon the bare unfruitful Land in vain Long with unwearied toyls my heart has strove To bear the fertile gleab of grateful Love Long have I laboured to obey The Righteous Laws of his imperial sway But still we strive in vain for lo The bright Lucinda long ago In mystic charms has trod the sacred round And now behold the Fairy ground To ev'ry Tillers hand is barren found 2. Condemn not me but our too cruel Fate That let such Beauty charm my eyes too late I was alas a wretched Bankrupt made Before my first great debt of Love was paid She charg'd me with so vast a score That still I 'm bound to her for more And if I must compound with you For less than is your due The starving indigent for pity save Who such a fatal Judgment gave To one who never will release her slave 3. Did not that Monarch Love still rule alone Thou shouldst have half dominion in her Throne By all the World she can't be dispossest Nor will admit a Rival in my Breast So absolute my lovely Sovereign's grown Not only all my power but will is gone For notwithstanding the sad pain That I for her dear sake sustain Would she her self unkindly part With the least Atome of my conquer'd heart I sooner could a separation make 'Twixt Soul and Body than that License take 4. Goe fair Corinna with thy Beauty goe And shew thy pow'r o're some unvanquish'd Foe Such bright inflaming charms can't choose But win a heart where there 's a heart to lose Mine had thy willing Victim been Had it not first that Heavenly Creature seen There I beheld a fatal Conqueror Whose Beauty had not only power To gain the Battel and my heart sudue But keep the Victory for ever too 5. Urge not the greater Happiness that I Might in your Passion more than hers enjoy The calmest seasons and the sweetest rest In any other Breast Would be far worse to me than the dread forms Of Ruin Death and wild devouring Storms Within the Radiant Zone of her delightful arms But oh The blustring Winds can only fly Round the low Regions of that starry Sky The mild favorian gentle Air Is always bright serene and clear Within the Glorious Orb of that Celestial Sphere Alas the very Miseries and Pain Which my afflicted heart did long sustain So much the mighty power of Love can do Were then my sweetest pleasures too Not all the blessings wich kind Heav'n can give Or Man from thence receive Can more delight more happiness create Than I for her dear sake Could in my utter Ruin take If Love were the kind cause of our destructive Fate 6. Blame not my Passion nor condemn my Zeal Could my heart speak 't would greater thoughts reveal Those secret Transports I should then relate That raise my Soul above a Mortal state Hadst thou as happy as I been And that fair Creature in her blooming Beauty seen In all her Grace and Majesty Before she ruin'd it for me Ev'n thou too would'st confess Th' effects
our sinful Race repair Of all Mankind alone remain'd Each happy in the other ne're complain'd So by our Conqu'rors when we 're snatch'd away A helpless but a numerous Prey The Wind shall scatter all our Tears Our Numbers shall secure our Fears What shall we say when on the Deck we stand And from afar behold the lessening Lund What shall we think when Ida's Tops grow less And with the Seas our Fears encrease And when our Sons shall seek their Native Land Each wretched Mother pointing with her hand The Tears still trickling from her Eyes Shall cry See yonder Ilium lies Where those black Clouds of curling Smoak do rise LYRICKS By Ph. Ayres Esq. To LOVE LEt others sing of Mars and of his Train Of great Exploits and honourable Scars The dreadful dire Effects of civil Wars Death's Triumphs and Encomiums of the slain I sing the Conflicts I my self sustain From her who is the cause of all my Care Who wounds with Looks and fetters with her hair This mournful Tale requires a tragick strein Eyes were the Arms did first my Peace controul Wounded by them a source of Tears there sprung Instead of Blood from my afflicted Soul Thou Love to whom this Conquest does belong Leave me at last the comfort to condole And as thou woud'st my Heart inspire my Song The REQUEST By the same O Love who in my Breast's most noble part Did'st that fair Image lodge that form divine In whom the sum of heavenly Graces shine And there engrav'st it with thy golden Dart Now mighty Workman help me by thy Art Since my dull Pen trembles to strike a Line That I on Paper copy the design By thee express so lively in my heart Lend me when I this great Attempt shall try A Feather from thy Wing that whilst to write My hand 's employ'd my Thoughts may soar on high Thy Torch which fires our Hearts and burns so bright My darker Fancy let its Flame supply And thro' my numbers dart coelestial Light Part of the last Scene of Seneca's Troas done into English Beginning at Est una magna Turris è Trojá super c. By I. T. THere is a Tower from the Flame 's Fury free Spar'd only for a greater Cruelty On whose high top old Priam us'd to stand And with his Eye and Voice our Troops command Here with his Princely Grand-child oft he stood And to the Boy his Fathers Battels show'd This Tow'r has once our chiefest Bulwark been 'T is now of Blood and Death the dismal Scene Hither the giddy Rabble flock'd to see With greedy eyes the helpless Infant dye From this high Tow'r a pretty distant space A steep and lofty Hill commands the place On that a Rock on which the gazing Croud Big with the cruel Expectation stood On all the neighb'ring Trees whole Armies sat The loaded Branches crack'd beneath their Weight And one with haste some ragged Mount does climb Another O the sacrilegious Crime Hangs on great Hector's Tomb One climbs a Wall Which with its wretched weight does quickly fall Lo the Press breaks and big with cruel Joy The curs'd Ulysses leads the Princely Boy Th' undaunted Youth mounts fearless to the place With Innocence triumphant in his face When from the Tower he saw the gazing Rout Round him he flung a scornful Look about So some fierce Lyon's Whelp whose tender Age Has not as yet well arm'd his toothless Rage With eager Fury whets his tender Claws And trys the utmost anger of his Jaws Thus fearless the young Captive thither came And fill'd his cruel Murderers with shame This when they saw strait the relenting Crowd In sighs and tears proclaim'd their Grief aloud Nay ev'n Ulysses wept and ' spight of all His Cruelty resistless Tears did fall Then when the cruel Sacrifice was done Pitty'd by all himself unmov'd alone Down the deep Precipice himself he cast And ' midst his Country's Ruines breath'd his last When this was done at first the Rabble mourn'd But to a greater Cruelty return'd With eager haste the barb'rous Grecians come And flock about the curs'd Achilles Tomb. This place was destin'd for the Scene of Blood On two near Hills the gazing Army stood Between a fatal Valley stretch'd out wide And Groves of Spears appear on ev'ry side Here for the beauteous Maid they all attend Some glad that with her Life their Fears must end Most that she was the last of Priam's Stock Some seem to hate the Crimes on which they gladly look And here and there a Trojan did appear Who came to see her dye and shed a tear Then through a Lane of Grecians in a Row Before the Bride five nuptial Torches go Next Helen follow'd hanging down her Head O may Hermione such a Husband wed Strait she appear'd alone with Looks might move Grief in each Trojan in each Grecian Love Her Eyes she turn'd with Virgin-blushes down And in her face unusual Beauties shone So Evening Blushes best adorn the Sun Her Courage some and some her Beauty prais'd And all with various Passions strangely gaz'd Some sad some sham'd some weeping all amaz'd Thus in slow state the mournful Train was come Where Pyrrhus standing on his Father's Tomb With cruel Anger held the fatal Knife Prepar'd to cut the tender thread of Life Fearless she look'd her Murderer in the face Whilst Fear and Horror fill'd around the Place Mov'd at her god-like Constancy he shook And scarce had Courage left to give the Stroak Strait as the cruel Weapon reach'd her heart A Spring of vital Blood did quickly start Through the wide Wound She still out-brav'd her Fate And made Achilles Ashes groan beneath her weight What Tongue the Grief and Horror can express Which did both Parties equally possess In silent tears their Grief the Trojans show'd The howling Grecians spoke their sorrow loud About the Tomb at first the Deluge flow'd And strait the thirsty Ashes drunk the sinking Blood A POEM On the Death of our late Dread Sovereign Charles the Second of Blessed and Immortal Memory Quo nil majus meliusve terris Fata donavere bonique Divi Nec dabunt quamvis redeunt in aurum Tempora Priscum Horat. de Aug. Caesare I. 'T Is fall'n the sacred Pile is fall'n and oh How the Earth shook at the stupendious Blow The trembling Rocks their strong Foundations shook Their dismal caves were fill'd with horrid groans And lo the sad condoling moans Fright'ned the neighbouring hills around With the dismaying sound The lofty'st Mount hung down its vast astonish'd head And with impending terror cast a look That seem'd to dread The dire event of such a fatal stroak The wretched Albion's renown'd shore That not the terrifying sight Of Caesar's conqu'ring Arms cou'd fright That had so many thousand Ages o're The wild impetuous rage of wreaking Tempests bore Rending with Fear methought look'd paler than before II. Oh! 't was a dismal day The Heav'ns 't is true were all serene bright The radiant Monarch