All things are lawful there, that may delight
Nature, or unreftrained Appetite :

Like, and Enjoy, to Will, and Act, is one,
We only fin when Love's Rites are not done.
The Roman Lucrece there reads the Divine
Lectures of Love's Great Mafter, Aretine,
And knows as well as Lais how to move
Her plyant Body in the A&t of Love
To quench the burning Ravisher, the hurles
Her Limbs into a thousand winding Curles.
And ftudies artful Poftures, fuch as be
Carv'd on the Bark of every neighbouring Tree
By Learned Hands, that fo adorn'd the Rind
Of thofe fair Plants, which as they lay entwin'd,
Have fann'd their glowing Fires. The Grecian Dame,
That in her endlefs Web toyl'd for a Name
As fruitless as her Work, doth there display
Her felf before the Youth of Ithaca,

And th' amorous fport of gamefome Nights prefer
Before dull Dreams of the loft Traveller.

Daphne hath broke her Bark, and that fwift Foot
Which th' angry Gods had fastned with a Root
To the fixt Earth, doth now unfetter'd run,
To meet th' Embraces of the youthful Sun:
She hangs upon him like his Delphick Lyre,
Her Kiffes blow the old, and breath new Fire;
Full of her God, the fings inspired Layes,
Sweet Odes of Love, fuch as deferve the Bayes,
Which the her felf was. Next her, Laura lies
In Petrarch's learned Arms, drying those Eyes
That did in fuch fweet smooth-pac'd Numbers flow,
As made the World enamour'd of his Woe.
These, and Ten thousand Beauties more, that dy'd
Slave to the Tyrant, now enlarg❜d, deride
His cancel'd Laws, and for their time mifpent,
Pay into Love's Exchequer double Rent.

Come then, my Celia, we'll no more forbear
To tafte our Joys, ftruck with a Panick Fear,

But will depofe from his imperious Sway
This proud Ufurper, and walk free, as they
With Necks unyoak'd; nor is it just that He
Should fetter your foft Sex with Chastity,
Which Nature made unapt for Abstinence;
When yet this falfe Impoftor can difpence
With human Juftice, and with facred Right,,
And maugre both their Laws, command me fight
With Rivals, or with emulous Loves, that dare
Equal with thine, their Mistress Eyes, or Hair :
If thou complain of Wrong, and call my Sword
To carve out thy Revenge, upon that Word
He bids me fight and kill, or else he brands
With Marks of Infamy, my Coward Hands,
And yet Religion bids from Blood-fhed fly,
And damns me for that Act, then tell me why
This Goblin Honour which the World adores,
Should make Men Atheists, and not Women Whores?

Difputing with a LADY who left me in the ARGUMENT.

Spare, gen'rous Victor, fpare the Slave

Who did unequal War pursue,

That more than Triumph he might have
In being overcome by you.

In the Difpute whate'er I faid,

My Heart was by my Tongue bely'd, And in my Looks you might have read, How much I argu'd on your Side.

You, far from Danger as from Fear,
Might haye fuftain'd an open Fight;
For feldom your Opinions err,
Your Eyes are always in the right.

Why, Fair One, would you not rely
On Force thus formidably join'd?
Could I their Prevalence deny,

I must at once be Deaf and Blind.

But quicker Arts of Death you use,
Traverse your Ground to gain the Field,
And, whilft my Argument pursues,
With fudden Silence bid me yield.

So when the Parthian turn'd his Steed,
And from the Hoftile Camp withdrew,
He backward fent the fatal Reed;
Secure of Conquest as he flew.

Daunted, I dropt my ufelefs Arms,

When you no longer deign'd to Fight, Then Triumph deck'd in all its Charms, Appear'd lefs beautiful than Flight.

Oh! trace again the Hoftile Plains,
My Troops were wounded in the War,
But whilft this fiercer Silence reigns,
They suffer, famish'd by Despair.

Capricious Author of my Smart,
Let War enfue, or Silence cease,
Unless you find my Coward Heart
Is yielding to a separate Peace.

The firft Book of HOMER'S ILIADS. Tranflated from the Greek by Mr. Maynwaring.

The ARGUMENT.

Chryfes, a Priest of Apollo, brings a Ransom to the Gracians for his Captive Daughter Chryseis. Agamemnon (the Son of Atreus, and thence called Atrides) being General of the Army, and in Poffeffion of the Prifoner, refuses to Releafe her, and with Threats difmiffes her Father. The Priest prays for Vengeance to Apollo, who sends a Plague among the Greeks. Achilles Summons a Council, where he prevails with Chalcas, a Prophet, to tell the fecret Cause of the God's Difpleasure. The Prophet declares that Agamemnon ccafion'd their Misfortunes by detaining Chrysëis. By that means the General is obliged to restore her: But afterwards, to be revenged on Achilles, he feizes his Captive Brisëis. Achilles complains of this to his Mother Thetis, and begs her Interceffion with Jupiter, to revenge his Injury on the Grecians, by giving ViEtory to the Trojans.

O Sing Achilles Wrath, O Mufe! prepare,

Tinging the Grecians in deftruaive War

And fent untimely to th' Infernal Coast,
The braveft Souls of Heroes early loft;
Whofe Limbs in Phrygian Plains extended lay,
Expos'd to Dogs and rav'nous Birds a Prey:
So Jove decreed, when fierce Contention rofe,
To make Atrides and Achilles Foes.

But fay, O Mufe! What unrelenting God,
In Friendly Breafts, thofe Seeds of Difcord fow'd?
Apollo, Jove's and Fair Latona's Son;
For he, refenting bold Injustice done,
A fatal Sickness to their Army brought;

The Soldiers perish'd for their Leaders Fault;

Whose daring Voice with publick Scorn difmifs'd
The Suit of Chryfes, and revil'd the Prieft.

For Chryfes, charg'd with boundless Treasure,came
To free from fervile Bonds a Beauteous Dame:
His facred Hands, to move the Grecians more,
Apollo's Crown and Golden Scepter bore:
Their Chiefs he thus Addrefs'd, but Courted moft
The Sons of Atreus, Leaders of their Hoft.

Ye Kings of Greece! May each propitious God
That makes Olympus his fecure Abode,
Affift your Arms, King Priam's Town to take,
And lead your Forces fafe in Triumph back:
But free my Daughter, and my Gifts approve;
And fear the Great Apollo, Son of Jove.

With loud Applause the Greeks Confent exprefs'd,
Approv'd the Ransom, and rever'd the Prieft:
But King Arrides rude Expreffions us'd,

And, venting Threats, his humble Pray'r refus'd. He faid, Old Dotard, leave our Hoftile Fleet, Prevent my Fury with a swift Retreat :

Unfold Chryseis fhall my Slave remain,

'Till, cloy'd with Joys, I break her ufelefs Chain:
My Bed the hall adorn, and ply the Loom,
In Argos, diftant from her native Home:
Begone, and feek no more the Charming Dame;
If e'er thy Tongue renews this faucy Claim,
Soon fhalt thou find Protecting Pow'r deny'd
To that vain Scepter, born with Priestly Pride.
The trembling Prieft his dreadful Voice obey'd,
Along the Coaft in filent Paffion stray'd;
And, while fecure in distant Plains he stood,
With various Titles thus invok'd his God.

Propitious Phoebus! Hear thy Suppliant's Pray'rs,
Thou Guardian King, whom chofen Chryfa fears:
For whofe Protection facred Cilla prays,
Thou glorious Light! whom Tenedos obeys;
If e'er thy Prieft a grateful Service paid,
Or Bulls and Goats on flaming Altars laid ;