He fcorn'd to endeavour
To finish it fo.

But Bold, Unconcern'd
At thoughts of the Pain,
He calmly return'd

To his Cottage again.

Upon the TRAGEDY of the FAIR PENITENT.

SEE here the various Scenes of Human Lives;

Uncommon Husbands true, but common Wives. One, Charming, Faithlefs, Haughty when reprov'd, Lov'd by her Husband, her Gallant she lov'd; One, an Indulgent, Faithful, Conftant Bride, Fond of her Spouse, neglects the World befide. That Husband, tho' with Friends and Fortune bleft, Finds a Domeftick 111 that racks his Breaft: While this, tho' Fortune frown, tho' Friends defert, Finds one to lull his Cares, and charm his Heart, Wou'd Women rather, from the Throng retir'd, Be lov'd by one, than be by Crowds admir'd: Wou'd Men, before their Hearts were quite resign'd, Forget the Faces, and inspect the Mind: Such Objects, fhou'd they fainter Charms poffefs, Wou'd please 'em longer, tho' they pleas'd 'em' lefs. For Beauty's Blaze, tho' fierce, is quickly paft; While Love, good Senfe, and Virtue, always last.

S 0 N G.

Upid! Inftru&t an am'rous Swain,
Some way to tell the Nymph his Pain,

To common Youths unknown:

To talk of Sighs, of Flames, of Darts;
Of bleeding Wounds, and burning Hearts;
Are Methods vulgar grown.

What need'ft thou tell? (the God reply'd)
That Love the Shepherd cannot hide
The Nymph will quickly find:
When Phabus does his Beams display,
To tell Men gravely that 'tis Day,
Is to fuppofe 'em blind.

SON G.

S the Snow in Vallies lying,

A Platus his warm Beams applying,

Soon diffolves and runs away; So the Beauties, fo the Graces, Of the moft bewitching Faces, At approaching Age decay.

As a Tyrant, when degraded,
Is despis'd, and is upbraided,

By the Slaves he once control'd;
So the Nymph, if none cou'd move her,
Is contemn'd by ev'ry Lover,

When her Charms are growing old.

Melancholick Looks, and Whining,
Grieving, Quarelling, and Pining,

Are th' Effects your Rigours move;
Soft Careffes, am'rous Glances,
Melting Sighs, tranfporting Trances,
Are the blefs'd Effects of Love.

Fair ones! while your Beauty's blooming,
Ufe your Time, left Age refuming
What your Youth profufely lends;
You are robb'd of all your Glories,
And condemn'd to tell old Stories,
To your unbelieving Friends.

T.

To a LADY, fent her with Mr. GRANVILL's Play, call'd HE ROICK LOVE.

T

HE noble Granvill here has nicely shown
Heroick Love, a Copy of his own;

No Flight of Fancy, but his Heart Indites
These moving Scenes, and what he feels, he writes,
With Love like his, tho' in unequal Lays,
Too charming Maid, I offer at thy Praise.
Look on Chryfeis, the each Feature drew
In Nature's Pride, and fure the fate for you.
Obferve her fad Farewel, the best can give
The dire Account, what 'tis to Part and Live.
You've all her Charms, her Beauty, and her Youth,
But want, I fear, her Kindness, and her Truth.
Well had it been for Priam and his Race,
Had Fate fet me in Agamemnon's place,
And you Chryfeis: Glory fhou'd have ftrove
But faintly then againft the force of Love.
Deaf to Renown, and fcorning to be Great,
I'd left the Camp for fome obfcure Retreat.
There gazing on those lovely Eyes, prefer
One Smile of yours to all the Pomp of War;
And, ev'ry Mark of Royalty laid down,
Had languish'd at your Feet, and fav'd the Town.

EPITAPH, on a Young Gentleman, who dy'd for Love of a Married Lady: By the fame Hand.

Hin his firft Bloom, to Fair Aurelia's Eyes.

ERE lyes a Youth, who fell a Sacrifice

Whom shall we blame? Her Duty was her Guard,
And his Injustice was its own Reward.
(If he's unjuft, whofe Reason cannot prove
Of force enough against Imperious Love)
Th' afpiring Youth, who fcorn'd to ftoop fo low,
To take what Pity only cou'd bestow;

Still wish'd for more, 'till in the fatal Strife
He funk beneath the Virtue of a Wife;
Refign'd his Blood to quench his guilty Flame,
But Crimes of Love deserve a gentle Name:
And I must neither praise him, nor condemn,
For I wou'd die to be bewail'd like him:
Since the, whofe Piety deny'd to fave,
Now pours her fruitless Tears upon his Grave.

TASSO'S JERUSALEM. Book the Fourth.

English'd by Mrs. ELIZ. SINGER.

UT while to bring about their great Intent,

The potent Enemy of Human-kind,
Revolv'd their happy Progrefs in his Mind.
His baleful Eyes with hellish Envy glare,
Half ftif'd Murmurs fhow his inward Care,
And hollow Groans betray his deep Despair:

With fuch a heavy, hoarfe, and bellowing Sound,
Wild Bulls, when ftung with Grief, they trace the
Ground,

Fill all the Groves, and all the Vallies round.
Collecting all the Rage within his Breast,
For Means the active Chriftians to moleft.
Fool! to believe with any Force or Skill,
T'oppofe the Methods of th' Eternal Will;
And thofe avenging Thunders to awake,

That plung'd him headlong down the flaming Lake,

Regardless of that memorable Day,

He fummons now the States of Hell away.
Thro' all the Climes of endless Darknefs round,
The jarring Calls of the hoarfe Trumpet found;
Trembled the wide infernal Caves again,

And long the murm'ring Air retain'd the fullen Strain
Not half fo dreadful in a ftormy Wreck,

From low'ring Clouds the noifie Thunders break;
Nor Vapors close imprison'd in the Earth,
With fuch wild Rumour give themselves a Birth
In various Troops, the gloomy Deities
Together came, that share the vaft Abyss:
Unnumber'd Forms, and monftrous all appear,
And deadly Terror in their Looks they wear,
With horrid fnaky Treffes fome were Crown'd;
Some stamp'd with brutal Hoofs the burning Ground;
Others more curft a Human Vifage find,
But fcaly Serpents end below, and wind
In circling Folds prodigious lengths behind:
And many a lewd detefted Harpy there,
Centaurs, and Sphinx's hideous Forms appear:
Hydra, and Python, hiffing thro' the Gloom,
With Gorgon here, and barking Scylla, come:
Gyants and ghaftly Shapes that want a Name,
And fierce Chimara fpitting angry Flame;
Many and many a frightful Monster more,
With wild Confufion crowd the lofty Door
Great Lucifer the regal Seat commands, ·
Shaking a rufty Scepter in his Hands:
Nor Alpine Hill, nor fome exalted Rock,
That proudly ftands the raging Ocean's Shock,
Nor half fo tall th' Atlantick Mount appears,
So vaft his Bulk, fo high his tow'ring Front he rears
A horrid Majefty surrounds his Face,

Its Terror, Pride, and growing Rage increase,
His redning Eyes like fatal Comets glare,
And foot malignant Vehom thro' the Aire