Traffic no more abroad for foreign spoil,
Supplied with richer from their native foil.
To Dovey's flood shall numerous traders come,
Employ'd to fetch the British bullion home,
To pay their tributes to its bounteous shore,
Returning laden with the Cambrian ore.
Her abfent fleet Potofi's race fhall mourn,
And wish in vain to fee our fails return;
Like mifers heaping up their useless store,
Starv'd with their wealth, amidst their riches poor.
Where-c'er the British banners are difplay'd,
The fuppliant nations fhall implore our aid:
Till, thus compell'd, the greater worlds confefs
Themfelves oblig'd, and fuccour'd by the less.
How Cambria's mines were to her offspring known,
Thus facred verfe tranfmits the story down :
Merlin, a bard of the inspired train,

With myftic numbers charin'd the British plain;
Belov'd by Phœbus, and the tuneful Nine,

His fong was facred, and his art divine :

As on Sabrina's fruitful banks he stood,

His wondrous verse restrain'd the listening flood;
The stream's bright Goddess rais'd her awful head,
And to her cave the artful fhepherd led.
Her fwift-defcending steps the youth pursues,
And rich in ore the spacious mountain views.
In beds diftinct the well rang'd metals lay,
Difperfing rays, and counterfeiting day.
The filver, fhedding beams of orient light,
Struck with too fierce a glare his aking fight;
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Like rifing flames the ruddy copper fhow'd,
And spread its blushes o'er the dark abode :
Profufe of rays, and with unrival'd beams,
The liquid filver flow'd in restless streams :
Nor India's fparkling gems are half so bright,
Nor waves above, that shine with heavenly light;
When thus the Goddess fpake: Harmonious Youth,
Rever'd for numbers fraught with facred truth!
Belov'd by heaven! attend while I relate

The fix'd decrce, and dark events of fate.
Conceal'd thefe treasures lie in Nature's womb,
For future times, and ages yet to come.
When many long revolving years are run,
A hero fhall afcend the British throne,
Whofe numerous triumphs fhall Augusta grace,
In arms renown'd, ador'd for plenteous peace.
Beneath his sway a generous youth shall rife,
With virtues bleft, in happy councils wife;
Rich with the spoils of Learning's various store,
Commanding arts, yet still acquiring more.
He, with fuccefs, fhall enter this abode,
And nature trace in paths before untrod;
The fmiling offspring from her womb remove,
And with her entrails glad the realms above.

O youth, referv'd by more aufpicious fate,
With fam'd improvements to oblige the ftate!
By wars impoverish'd, Albion mourns no more,
Thy well-wrought mines forbid her to be poor
The earth, thy great exchequer, ready lies,
Which all defect of failing funds fupplies;

Thou

Thou shalt a nation's preffing wants relieve,

Not war can lavish more than thou canst give.
This, Mackworth, fixes thy immortal name,
The Mufe's darling, and the boast of fame ;
No greater virtues on record fhall stand,

Than thus with arts to grace, with wealth enrich the land.

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ART OF LOVE.

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BOOK THE SECOND*.

TOW Io Pean fing! now wreaths prepare!
And with repeated Ios fill the air:

The prey is fall'n in my fuccessful toils,
My artful nets inclose the lovely spoils:
My numbers now, ye fmiling lovers, crown,
And make your poet deathless in renown:
With lafting fame my verfe fhall be inroll'd,
And I peferr'd to all the Bards of old.
Thus Paris from the warlike Spartans bore
Their ravish'd bride; to Ida's distant shore
Victorius Pelops thus in triumph drove
The vanquish'd maid, and thus enjoy'd his love.
Stay, eager youth! your bark 's but under fail ;
The diftant port requires a profperous gale.
'Tis not enough the yielding beauty 's found,
And with my aid your artful paffion crown'd;

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The FIRST Book of Ovid's "Art of Love," is printed in this Collection, among the poems of Mr. DRYDEN; the THIRD, among those of Mr. CoNGREVE. Mr. POPE's hand-writing enables us to afcribe the SECOND to Dr. YALDEN. N.

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The conquefts our fuccefsful conduct gain'd,
With art must be fecur'd, by arts maintain'd.
The glory's more to guard, than win the prize;
There all the toil and threatening danger lics.
If ever, Cupid, now indulgent prove,

O Venus! aid; thou charming Queen of Love!
Kind Erato, let thy aufpicious name
Inspire the work, and raise my generous flame.
The labour's great! a method I defign
For Love; and will the fetter'd god confine:
The god that roves the spacious world around,
In every clime, and diftant region found;
Active and light, his wings elude our guard,
And to confine a deity is hard:

His guest from flight Minos inclos'd around,
Yet he with wings a daring paffage found.
Thus Dædalus her offspring firft confin'd:
Who with a bull in lewd embraces join'd:
Her teeming womb the horrid crime confefs'd;
Big with a human bull, half man, half beast.
Said he, juft Minos, best of human-kind,
Thy mercy let a proftrate exile find.
By fates compell'd my native fhores to fly,
Permit me, where I durft not live, to die.
Enlarge my fon, if you neglect my tears,
And how compaffion to his blooming years:
Let not the youth a long confinement mourn,
Oh free the fon, or let his fire return!
Thus he implor'd, but ftill implor'd in vain,
Nor could the freedom thas he fought, obtain.

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