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From meaner Minds, tho' smaller Fines content
The (i) festal Blazes, the triumphal Show,
gret, From Age to Age in everlasting Debt, Wreaths
which at last the dear-bought Right convey To rust on Medals, or on Stones decay. On (k) what Foundation stands the Warrior's
Pride, How just his Hopes let Swedish Charles decide ; A Frame of Adamant, a Soul of Fire, No Dangers fright him, and no Labours tire; O'er Love, o'er Fear extends his wide Domain, Unconquer'd Lord of Pleasure and of Pain ; No Joys to him pacific Scepters yield, War founds the Trump, he ruihes to the Field; Behold surrounding Kings their Pow'r combine, And one capitulate, and one resign ; Peace courts his Hand, but spreads her Charms in vain ; • Think nothing gain’d, he cries, till Nought remain,
(i) Ver. 133–146. (k) Ver. 147—167.
« On Moscow's Walls till Gothick Standards fly,
'Th'insulted Sea with humbler Thoughts he gains, A single Skiff to speed his Flight remains ; Th’incumber'd Oar scarce leaves the dreaded Coast Through purple Billows and a floating Hoft.
The bold Bavarian, in a luckless Hour, Tries the dread Summits of Cefarean Pow'r, With unexpected Legions bursts away, And fees defenceless Realms receive his Sway; Short Sway! fair Austria fpreads her mournful
Charms, The Queen, the Beauty, fets the World in Armss From Hill to Hill the Beacons rousing blaze, Spreads wide the Hope of Plunder and of Praise: The fierce Croatian, and the wild Hussar, And all the Sons of Ravage crowd the War ; The baffled Prince in Honour's flatt'ring Bloom Of hafty Greatness finds the fatal Doom, His Foes Derision, and his Subjects blame, And steals to Death from Anguish and from Shame.
Enlarge (m) my Life with Multitude of Days, In Health, and Sickness, thus the Suppliant prays; Hides from himself his State, and shuns to know, That Life protracted, is protracted Woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the Pasiages of Joy: In vain their Gifts the bounteous Seasons pourg The Fruit autumnal, and the vernal Flow'r, With listless Eyes the Dotard views the Store, He views, and wonders that they please no more ; Now pall the tasteless Meats, and joyless Wines, And Luxury with Sighs her Slave resigns. Approach, ye Minstrels, try the foothing Strain, And yield the tuneful Lenitives of Pain : No Sounds, alas, would touch th' impervious Ear, Tho' dancing Mountains witness Orpheus near,
(3) Ver. 188-283.
Charles VII. Erition
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Nor Lute nor Lyre his feeble Pow'r attend,
Unnumber'd Maladies his Joints invade,
But grant, the Virtues of a temp’rate Prime,
Yet ev’n on this her Load Misfortune flings,
Till pitying Nature signs the last Release,
But few there are whom Hours like these await,
The (n) teeming Mother, anxious for her Race, Begs for each Birth the Fortune of a Face: Yet Vane could tell what Ills from Beauty spring ; And Sedley cursd the Form that pleas’d a King. Ye Nymphs of rosy Lips and radiant Eyes, Whom Pleasure keeps too busy to be wise, Whom Joys with soft Varieties invite, By Day the Frolick, and the Dance by Night, Who frown with Vanity, who smile with Art, And ask the latest Fashion of the Heart, What Care, what Rules your heedless Charms shall
fave, Each Nymph your Rival, and each Youth your Slave? Against your Fame with Fondness Hate combines, The Rival batters, and the Lover mines. With distant Voice neglected Virtue calls, Less heard and less, the faint Remonstrance falls; Tir’d with Contempt, she quits the flip’ry Reige, And Pride and Prudence take her Seat in vain. In crowd at once, where none the Pass defend, The harmless Freedom, and the private Friend. The Guardians yield, by Force fuperior ply'd ; By Int'rest, Prudence'; and by Flattery, Pride. Now Beauty falls betray'd, despis’d, distress'd, And hissing Infamy proclaims the rest.
(n) Ver. 289-345.