.

Which holds her neft about to be o'erthrown,
Before the feathers of her young are grown;
She will not leave them, nor fhe cannot stay,
But bears them boldly on her wings away:
So fled the dame, and o'er the ocean bore
Her princely burthen to the GALLIC fhore.
Born in the ftorms of war, this Royal Fair,
Produc'd like lightning in tempeftuous air,
Tho' now fhe flies her native ifle, (less kind,
Lefs fafe for her than either sea, or wind!)
Shall, when the bloffom of her beauty's blown,
See her great Brother on the BRITISH throne:
Where peace shall fmile, and no difpute arise,
But which rules moft, his fceptre, or her eyes.

To a Fair Lady playing with a Snake.
TRANGE! that fuch horror, and fuch grace,
Should dwell together in one place;

A Fury's arm, an Angel's face!

'Tis innocence, and youth, which makes
In CHLORIS' fancy fuch mistakes,
To start at love, and play with fnakes.
By this, and by her coldness, barr'd,
Her fervants have a talk too hard:
The tyrant has a double guard!
Thrice happy fnake! that in her fleeve
May boldly creep; we dare not give
Our thoughts fo unconfin'd a leave.
Contented in that neft of fnow
He lies, as he his blifs did know;
And to the wood no more would go.

Take heed, fair Eve! you do not make
Another tempter of this snake :

A marble once fo warm'd would speak.

The NIGHT-PIECE, or a Picture drawn in the Dark.

D

ARKNESS, which faireft nymphs difarms,
Defends us ill from MIRA's charms:

MIRA can lay her beauty by,
Take no advantage of the eye;
Quit all that LILY's art can take,
And yet a thoufand captives make.

Her fpeech is grac'd with fweeter found,
Than in another's fong is found:
And all her well-plac'd words are darts,
Which need no light to reach our hearts.
As the bright stars, and Milky Way,
Shew'd by the night, are hid by day:
So we, in that accomplish'd mind,
Help'd by the night, new graces find,
Which by the fplendor of her view,
Dazzled before, we never knew.

While we converfe with her, we
No want of day, nor think it dark:

Her fhining image is a light

mark

Fixt in our hearts, and conquers night.

Like jewels to advantage set,

Her beauty by the shade does get:
There, blushes, frowns, and cold difdain,

All that our paflion might restrain,
Is hid, and our indulgent mind

Prefents the fair idea kind,

Yet,

Yet, friended by the night, we dare
Only in whispers tell our care:
He that on her his bold hand lays
With CUPID's pointed arrows plays;
They with a touch, (they are fo keen!)
Wound us unshot, and fhe unfeen.

All near approaches threaten death,
We may be ship-wreck'd by her breath:
LOVE, favor'd once with that sweet gale,
Doubles his hafte, and fills his fail;
'Till he arrive where she must prove
The haven, or the rock, of love..

So, we th' ARABIAN coaft do know
At diftance, when the fpices blow
By the rich odor taught to steer,
Tho' neither day, nor stars appear.

Adnixi torquent fpumas, et cærula verrunt. V. 583.

A

LL this her weeping * fifter does repeat

To the + ftern man, whom nothing could intreat; Loft were her prayers, and fruitless were her tears! Fate, and great Jove, had stop'd his gentle ears.

* ANNA. + ENEAS.

M 3

His

As when loud winds a well-grown oak would rend
Up by the roots, this way, and that they bend
His reeling trunk; and with a boift'rous found
Scatter his leaves, and ftrew them on the ground:
He fixed stands; as deep his root doth lie
Down to the centre, as his top is high:
No lefs on ev'ry fide the Hero preft,

Feels love, and pity, shake his noble breast;
And down his cheeks tho' fruitlefs tears do roul,
Unmov'd remains the purpose of his foul.
Then DIDO, urged with approaching fate,
Begins the light of cruel heav'n to hate:
Her refolution to dispatch, and die,
Confirm'd by many a horrid prodigy!
The water, confecrate for facrifice,
Appears all black to her amaz'd eyes;
The wine to putrid blood converted flows,
Which from her none, not her own fifter knows,
Befides, there stood, as facred to her * Lord,
A marble temple which the much ador'd;
With fnowy fleeces, and fresh garlands, crown'd;
Hence ev'ry night proceeds a dreadful found;
Her husband's voice invites her to his tomb:
And difinal owls prefage the ills to come.
Befides, the prophecies of wizards old
Increas'd her terror, and her fall foretold :
Scorn'd, and defert'd, to herself she seems ;
And finds Æneas cruel in her dreams.

So, to mad PENTHEUS, double THE BES appears;
And Furies howl in his diftemper'd ears.
ORESTES fo, with like deftraction toft,
Is made to fly his mother's angry ghost.

*SICH AUS.

Now

Now grief, and fury, to their height arrive;
Death fhe decrees, and thus does it contrive.
Her grieved fifter, with a chearful grace,
(Hope well-diffembled fhining in her face)
She thus deceives.
Dear fifter! let us prove

The cure I have invented for my love.
Beyond the land of ETHIOPIA, lies

!

The place where ATLAS does fupport the skies
Hence came an old magician, that did keep
Th' HESPERIAN fruit, and made the dragon fleep:
Her potent charms do troubled fouls relieve,
And, where the lifts, makes calmeft minds to grieve:
The course of rivers, and of heav'n, can stop,
And call trees down from th' airy mountain's top.
Witnefs, ye Gods! and thou my deareft part
How loth I am to tempt this guilty art.
Erect a pile, and on it let us place
That bed, where I my ruin did embrace:
With all the reliques of our impious guest,
Arms, fpoils, and prefents, let the pile be dreft;
(The knowing woman thus prefcribes) that we
May rafe the man out of our memory.

Thus fpeaks the Queen, but hides the fatal end
For which the doth thefe facred rites pretend.
Nor worse effects of grief her fifter thought
Would follow, than SICH EUs' murder wrought;
Therefore obeys her: and now, heaped high
The cloven oaks, and lofty pines, do lie;
Hung all with wreaths, and flow'ry garlands round;
So by herself was her own fun'ral crown'd!
Upon the top the TROJAN'S image lies,
And his fharp fword, wherewith anon fhe dies.