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VOL. II.

The Second EDITION.

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A COLLECTION OF POEMS IN THREE VOLUMES.

BY SEVERAL HANDS.

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LONDON: Printed by J. HUGHS, For R. DODSLEY, at Tully's-Head in Pall-Mall. M.DCCXLVIII.

THE PROGRESS OF LOVE. IN FOUR ECLOGUES. • I. UNCERTAINTY. To Mr. POPE. , • II. HOPE. To the Hon. GEORGE DODDINGTON, Eſq , • III. JEALOUSY. To ED. WALPOLE, Eſq , and • IV. POSSESSION. To the Right Hon. the Lord Viſc. COBHAM. 
[3]THE PROGRESS of LOVE. IN Four ECLOGUES.

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UNCERTAINTY. ECLOGUE I.
To Mr. POPE.

POPE, to whoſe reed beneath the beechen ſhade,
The nymphs of Thames a pleas'd attention paid;
While yet thy muſe; content with humbler praiſe,
Warbled in Windſor's grove her ſylvan lays;
Though now ſublimely borne on Homer's wing,
Of glorious wars, and godlike cheifs ſhe ſing:
Wilt thou with me re-viſit once again
The cryſtal fountain, and the flow'ry plain?
Wilt thou, indulgent, hear my verſe relate
The various changes of a lover's ſtate;
And while each turn of paſſion I purſue,
Aſk thy own heart if what I tell be true?
[4]
To the green margin of a lonely wood,
Whoſe pendant ſhades o'erlook'd a ſilver flood,
Young Damon came, unknowing where he ſtray'd,
Full of the image of his beauteous maid:
His flock far off, unfed, untended lay,
To every ſavage a defenceleſs prey;
No ſenſe of int'reſt cou'd their maſter move,
And every care ſeem'd trifling now but Love.
A while in penſive ſilence he remain'd,
But tho' his voice was mute, his looks complain'd;
At length the thoughts within his boſom pent,
Forc'd his unwilling tongue to give them vent.
Ye Nymphs, he cry'd, ye Dryads, who ſo long
Have favour'd Damon, and inſpir'd his ſong;
For whom, retir'd, I ſhun the gay reſorts
Of ſportful cities, and of pompous courts;
In vain I bid the reſtleſs world adieu,
To ſeek tranquillity and peace with you.
Tho' wild Ambition, and deſtructive Rage
No Factions here can form, no Wars can wage:
Tho' Envy frowns not on your humble ſhades,
Nor Calumny your innocence invades,
Yet cruel Love, that troubler of the breaſt,
Too often violates your boaſted reſt;
With inbred ſtorms diſturbs your calm retreat,
And taints with bitterneſs each rural ſweet.
Ah luckleſs day! when firſt with fond ſurprize
On Delia's face I fix'd my eager eyes;
[5] Then in wild tumults all my ſoul was toſt,
Then reaſon, liberty, at once were loſt:
And every wiſh, and thought, and care was gone,
But what my heart employ'd on her alone.
Then too ſhe ſmil'd: Can ſmiles our peace deſtroy,
Thoſe lovely children of Content and Joy?
How can ſoft pleaſure and tormenting woe,
From the ſame ſpring at the ſame moment flow?
Unhappy boy, theſe vain enquiries ceaſe,
Thought cou'd not guard, nor will reſtore thy peace:
Indulge the frenzy that thou muſt endure,
And ſooth the pain thou know'ſt not how to cure.
Come, flatt'ring Memory, and tell my heart
How kind ſhe was, and with what pleaſing art
She ſtrove its fondeſt wiſhes to obtain,
Confirm her pow'r, and faſter bind my chain.
If on the green we danc'd a mirthful band,
To me alone ſhe gave her willing hand;
Her partial taſte, if e'er I touch'd the lyre,
Still in my ſong found ſomething to admire.
By none but her my crook with flow'rs was crown'd,
By none but her my brows with ivy bound:
The world that Damon was her choice believ'd,
The world, alas! like Damon, was deceiv'd.
When laſt I ſaw her, and declar'd my fire
In words as ſoft as paſſion cou'd inſpire,
Coldly ſhe hear'd, and full of ſcorn withdrew,
Without one pitying glance, one ſweet adieu.
[6] The frighted hind, who ſees his ripen'd corn
Up from the roots by ſudden tempeſts torn,
Whoſe faireſt hopes deſtroy'd and blaſted lie,
Feels not ſo keen a pang of grief as I.
Ah, how have I deſerv'd, inhuman maid,
To have my faithful ſervice thus repay'd?
Were all the marks of kindneſs I receiv'd,
But dreams of joy, that charm'd me and deceiv'd?
Or did you only nurſe my growing love,
That with more pain I might your hatred prove?
Sure guilty treachery no place cou'd find
In ſuch a gentle, ſuch a gen'rous mind:
A maid brought up the woods and wilds among,
Cou'd ne'er have learnt the art of courts ſo young:
No; let me rather think her anger feign'd,
Still let me hope my Delia may be gain'd;
'Twas only modeſty that ſeem'd diſdain,
And her heart ſuffer'd when ſhe gave me pain.
Pleas'd with this flatt'ring thought, the love-ſick boy
Felt the faint dawning of a doubtful joy;
Back to his flock more chearful he return'd.
When now the ſetting ſun leſs fiercely burn'd,
Blue vapours roſe along the mazy rills,
And light's laſt bluſhes ting'd the diſtant hills.

HOPE. ECLOGUE II.
To Mr. DODDINGTON.

[7]
HEar, DODDINGTON, the notes that ſhepherds ſing,
Notes ſoft as thoſe of nightingales in ſpring:
Nor Pan, nor Phoebus tune the ſhepherd's reed;
From Love alone our tender lays proceed;
Love warms our fancy with enliv'ning fires,
Refines our genius, and our verſe inſpires:
From him Theocritus, on Enna's plains,
Learnt the wild ſweetneſs of his Doric ſtrains;
Virgil by him was taught the moving art,
That charm'd each ear, and ſoften'd every heart:
O wouldſt thou quit the pride of courts, and deign
To dwell with us upon the vocal plain,
Thee too his pow'r ſhould reach, and ev'ry ſhade
Reſound the praiſes of thy fav'rite maid;
Thy pipe our rural concert wou'd improve,
And we ſhou'd learn of thee to pleaſe and love.
Damon no longer ſought the ſilent ſhade,
No more in unfrequented paths he ſtray'd,
But call'd the nymphs to hear his jocund ſong,
And told his joy to all the ruſtick throng.
[8]
Bleſt be the hour, he ſaid, that happy hour,
When firſt I own'd my Delia's gentle pow'r;
Then gloomy diſcontent and pining care
Forſook my breaſt, and left ſoft wiſhes there:
Soft wiſhes there they left, and gay deſires,
Delightful languors, and tranſporting fires.
Where yonder limes combine to form a ſhade,
Theſe eyes firſt gaz'd upon the charming maid;
There ſhe appear'd, on that auſpicious day,
When ſwains their ſportive rites to Bacchus pay:
She led the dance—heav'ns! with what grace ſhe mov'd!
Who cou'd have ſeen her then, and not have lov'd?
I ſtrove not to reſiſt ſo ſweet a flame,
But glory'd in a happy captive's name;
Nor wou'd I now, cou'd Love permit, be free,
But leave to brutes their ſavage liberty.
And art thou then, fond ſwain, ſecure of joy?
Can no reverſe thy flatt'ring bliſs deſtroy?
Has treacherous Love no torment yet in ſtore?
Or haſt thou never prov'd his fatal pow'r?
Whence flow'd thoſe tears that late bedew'd thy cheek?
Why ſigh'd thy heart as if it ſtrove to break?
Why were the deſart rocks invok'd to hear
The plaintive accent of thy ſad deſpair?
From Delia's rigour all thoſe pains aroſe,
Delia, who now compaſſionates my woes,
Who bids me Hope; and in that charming word
Has peace and tranſport to my ſoul reſtor'd.
[9]
Begin, my pipe, begin the gladſome lay;
A kiſs from Delia ſhall thy muſick pay;
A kiſs obtain'd 'twixt ſtruggling and conſent,
Giv'n with forc'd anger, and diſguis'd content:
No laureat wreaths I aſk to bind my brows,
Such as the muſe on lofty bards beſtows;
Let other ſwains to praiſe or fame aſpire:
I from her lips my recompence require.
Hark how the bees with murmurs fill the plain,
While ev'ry flower of every ſweet they drain:
See, how beneath you hillock's ſhady ſteep,
The ſhelter'd herds on flow'ry couches ſleep:
Nor bees, nor herds, are half ſo bleſt as I,
If with my fond deſires my Love comply;
From Delia's lips a ſweeter honey flows,
And on her boſom dwells more ſoft repoſe.
Ah how, my dear, ſhall I deſerve thy charms?
What gift can bribe thee to my longing arms?
A bird for thee in ſilken bands I hold,
Whoſe yellow plumage ſhines like poliſh'd gold;
From diſtant iſles the lovely ſtranger came,
And bears the fortunate Canaries name;
In all our woods none boaſts ſo ſweet a note,
Not ev'n the nightingale's melodious throat.
Accept of this; and cou'd I add beſide,
What wealth the rich Peruvian mountains hide;
If all the gems in Eaſtern rocks were mine,
On thee alone their glitt'ring pride ſhou'd ſhine.
[10] But if thy mind no gifts have pow'r to move,
Phoebus himſelf ſhall leave th' Aonian grove;
The tuneful Nine, who never ſue in vain,
Shall come ſweet ſuppliants for their fav'rite ſwain.
For him each blue-ey'd Naiad of the flood,
For him each green-hair'd ſiſter of the wood,
Whom oft beneath fair Cynthia's gentle ray
His muſick calls to dance the night away.
And you, fair nymphs, companions of my love,
With whom ſhe joys the cowſlip meads to rove,
I beg you recommend my faithful flame,
And let her often hear her ſhepherd's name:
Shade all my faults from her enquiring ſight,
And ſhew my merits in the faireſt light;
My pipe your kind aſſiſtance ſhall repay,
And every friend ſhall claim a diff'rent lay.
But ſee! in yonder glade the heav'nly fair
Enjoys the fragrance of the breezy air—
Ah, thither let me fly with eager feet;
Adieu, my pipe, I go my love to meet—
O may I find her as we parted laſt,
And may each future hour be like the paſt!
So ſhall the whiteſt lamb theſe paſtures feed,
Propitious Venus, on thy altars bleed.

JEALOUSY. ECLOGUE III.
To Mr. EDWARD WALPOLE.

[11]
THE gods, O WALPOLE, give no bliſs ſincere;
Wealth is diſturb'd by care, and pow'r by fear,
Of all the paſſions that employ the mind,
In gentle Love the ſweeteſt joys we find;
Yet ev'n thoſe joys dire Jealouſy moleſts,
And blackens each fair image in our breaſts.
O may the warmth of thy too tender heart
Ne'er feel the ſharpneſs of his venom'd dart;
For thy own quiet think thy miſtreſs juſt,
And wiſely take thy happineſs on truſt.
Begin, my muſe, and Damon's woes rehearſe,
In wildeſt numbers and diſorder'd verſe.
On a romantick mountain's airy head
(While browzing goats at eaſe around him fed)
Anxious he lay, with jealous cares oppreſs'd;
Diſtruſt and anger lab'ring in his breaſt—
The vale beneath, a pleaſing proſpect yields,
Of verdant meads and cultivated fields;
Through theſe a river rolls its winding flood,
Adorn'd with various tufts of riſing wood;
[12] Here half conceal'd in trees a cottage ſtands,
A caſtle there the opening plain commands,
Beyond, a town with glitt'ring ſpires is crown'd,
And diſtant hills the wide horizon bound:
So charming was the ſcene, a while the ſwain
Beheld delighted, and forgot his pain;
But ſoon the ſtings infix'd within his heart,
With cruel force renew'd their raging ſmart:
His flow'ry wreath, which long with pride he wore,
The gift of Delia, from his brows he tore,
Then cry'd; May all thy charms, ungrateful maid,
Like theſe neglected roſes droop and fade;
May angry heav'n deform each guilty grace,
That triumphs now in that deluding face;
Thoſe alter'd looks may every ſhepherd fly,
And ev'n thy Daphnis hate thee worſe than I.
Say, thou inconſtant, what has Damon done,
To loſe the heart his tedious pains had won?
Tell me what charms you in my rival find,
Againſt whoſe pow'r no ties have ſtrength to bind?
Has he, like me, with long obedience ſtrove
To conquer your diſdain, and merit love?
Has he with tranſport every ſmile ador'd,
And dy'd with grief at each ungentle word?
Ah no! the conqueſt was obtain'd with eaſe;
He pleas'd you, by not ſtudying to pleaſe:
His careleſs indolence your pride alarm'd;
And had he lov'd you more, he leſs had charm'd.
[13]
O pain to think, another ſhall poſſeſs
Thoſe balmy lips which I was wont to preſs:
Another on her panting breaſt ſhall lie,
And catch ſweet madneſs from her ſwimming eye!—
I ſaw their friendly flocks together feed,
I ſaw them hand in hand walk o'er the mead:
Wou'd my clos'd eyes had ſunk in endleſs night,
Ere I was doom'd to bear that hateful ſight!
Where e'er they paſs'd, be blaſted every flow'r,
And hungry wolves their helpleſs flocks devour.—
Ah wretched ſwain, cou'd no examples move
Thy heedleſs heart to ſhun the rage of Love?
Haſt thou not hear'd how poor * Menalcas dy'd
A victim to Parthenia's fatal pride?
Dear was the youth to all the tuneful plain,
Lov'd by the nymphs, by Phoebus lov'd in vain:
Around his tomb their tears the muſes paid,
And all things mourn'd but the relentleſs maid.
Wou'd I cou'd die like him and be at peace;
Theſe torments in the quiet grave wou'd ceaſe,
There my vex'd thoughts a calm repoſe wou'd find,
And reſt as if my Delia ſtill were kind.
No, let me live her falſehood to upbraid:
Some god perhaps my juſt revenge will aid.—
Alas what aid, fond ſwain, wou'dſt thou receive?
Cou'd thy heart bear to ſee its Delia grieve?
[14] Protect her, heav'n, and let her never know
The ſlighteſt part of hapleſs Damon's woe:
I aſk no vengeance from the pow'rs above;
All I implore is never more to love—
Let me this fondneſs from my boſom tear,
Let me forget that e'er I thought her fair.
Come, cool indifference, and heal my breaſt;
Wearied, at length I ſeek thy downy reſt:
No turbulence of paſſion ſhall deſtroy
My future eaſe with flatt'ring hopes of joy,
Hear, mighty Pan, and all ye Sylvans hear,
What by your Guardian deities I ſwear;
No more my eyes ſhall view her fatal charms,
No more I'll court the trait'reſs to my arms;
Not all her arts my ſteddy ſoul ſhall move,
And ſhe ſhall find that Reaſon conquers Love—
Scarce had he ſpoke, when through the lawn below
Alone he ſaw the beauteous Delia go;
At once tranſported, he forgot his vow,
(Such perjuries the laughing gods allow)
Down the ſteep hills with ardent haſte he flew;
He found her kind, and ſoon believ'd her true.

POSSESSION. ECLOGUE IV.
To Lord COBHAM.

[15]
COBHAM, to thee this rural lay I bring,
Whoſe guiding judgment gives me ſkill to ſing;
Though far unequal to thoſe poliſh'd ſtrains,
With which thy Congreve charm'd the liſt'ning plains,
Yet ſhall its muſick pleaſe thy partial ear,
And ſooth thy breaſt with thoughts that once were dear;
Recall thoſe years which time has thrown behind,
When ſmiling Love with Honour ſhar'd thy mind.
The ſweet remembrance ſhall thy youth reſtore,
Fancy again ſhall run paſt pleaſures o'er,
And while in Stowe's enchanting walks you ſtray,
This theme may help to cheat the ſummer's day.
Beneath the covert of a myrtle wood,
To Venus rais'd a ruſtick altar ſtood,
To Venus and to Hymen, there combin'd,
In friendly league to favour humankind.
With wanton Cupids in that happy ſhade,
The gentle Virtues, and mild Wiſdom play'd.
Nor there in ſprightly Pleaſure's genial train,
Lurk'd ſick Diſguſt, or late repenting Pain,
[16] Nor Force, nor Intereſt join'd unwilling hands,
But Love conſenting ty'd the bliſsful bands.
Thither with glad devotion Damon came,
To thank the Pow'rs who bleſs'd his faithful flame;
Two milk-white doves he on their altar laid,
And thus to both his grateful homage paid:
Hail bounteous god, before whoſe hallow'd ſhrine
My Delia vow'd to be for ever mine,
While glowing in her cheeks, with tender love,
Sweet virgin modeſty reluctant ſtrove:
And hail to thee, fair queen of young deſires:
Long ſhall my heart preſerve thy pleaſing fires,
Since Delia now can all its warmth return,
As fondly languiſh, and as fiercely burn.
O the dear gloom of laſt propitious night!
O ſhade more charming than the faireſt light!
Then in my arms I claſp'd the melting maid,
Then all my pains one moment overpaid;
Then firſt the ſweet exceſs of bliſs I prov'd,
Which none can taſte but who like me have lov'd.
Thou too, bright goddeſs, once in Ida's grove,
Didſt not diſdain to meet a ſhepherd's love,
With him while friſking lambs around you play'd,
Conceal'd you ſported in the ſecret ſhade;
Scarce cou'd Anchiſes' raptures equal mine,
And Delia's beauties only yield to thine.
What are you now, my once moſt valued joys?
Inſipid trifles all, and childiſh toys—
[17] Friendſhip itſelf ne'er knew a charm like this;
Nor Colin's talk cou'd pleaſe like Delia's kiſs.
Ye muſes, ſkill'd in every winning art,
Teach me more deeply to engage her heart;
Ye nymphs, to her your freſheſt roſes bring,
And crown her with the pride of all the ſpring:
On all her days let health and peace attend;
May ſhe ne'er want, nor ever loſe a friend;
May ſome new pleaſure every hour employ;
But let her Damon be her higheſt joy.
With thee, my love, for ever will I ſtay,
All night careſs thee, and admire all day;
In the ſame field our mingled flocks we'll feed,
To the ſame ſpring our thirſty heifers lead,
Together will we ſhare the harveſt toils,
Together preſs the vine's autumnal ſpoils.
Delightful ſtate, where peace and love combine,
To bid our tranquil days unclouded ſhine!
Here limpid fountains roll through flow'ry meads,
Here riſing foreſts lift their verdant heads;
Here let me wear my careleſs life away,
And in thy arms inſenſibly decay.
When late old age our heads ſhall ſilver o'er,
And our ſlow pulſes dance with joy no more;
When Time no longer will thy beauties ſpare,
And only Damon's eye ſhall think thee fair;
Then may the gentle hand of welcome death,
At one ſoft ſtroke deprive us both of breath;
[18] May we beneath one common ſtone be laid,
And the ſame cypreſs both our aſhes ſhade.
Perhaps ſome friendly muſe, in tender verſe,
Shall deign our faithful paſſion to rehearſe,
And future ages with juſt envy mov'd,
Be told how Damon and his Delia lov'd.

SOLILOQUY Of a BEAUTY in the COUNTRY.
Written at Eton-School.

By the Same.
'TWas night; and FLAVIA to her room retir'd,
With ev'ning chat and ſober reading tir'd;
There melancholy, penſive, and alone,
She meditates on the forſaken town:
On her rais'd arm reclin'd her drooping head,
She ſigh'd, and thus in plaintive accents ſaid.
"Ah, what avails it to be young and fair,
"To move with negligence, to dreſs with care?
"What worth have all the charms our pride can boaſt,
"If all in envious ſolitude are loſt?
"Where none admire, 'tis uſeleſs to excel;
"Where none are Beaus, 'tis vain to be a Belle:
[19] "Beauty, like wit, to judges ſhou'd be ſhewn;
"Both moſt are valu'd, where they beſt are known.
"With ev'ry grace of nature, or of art,
"We cannot break one ſtubborn country heart:
"The brutes, inſenſible, our pow'r defy:
"To love exceeds a 'Squire's capacity.
"The town, the court, is Beauty's proper ſphere;
"That is our heav'n, and we are angels There:
"In that gay circle thouſand Cupids rove,
"The court of Britain is the court of Love.
"How has my conſcious heart with triumph glow'd,
"How have my ſparkling eyes their tranſport ſhew'd,
"At each diſtinguiſh'd birth-night ball, to ſee
"The homage due to empire, paid to me!
"When ev'ry eye was fix'd on me alone,
"And dreaded mine more than the monarch's frown;
"When rival ſtateſmen for my favour ſtrove,
"Leſs jealous in their pow'r, than in their love.
"Chang'd is the ſcene; and all my glories die,
"Like flow'rs tranſplanted to a colder ſky:
"Loſt is the dear delight of giving pain,
"The tyrant joy of hearing ſlaves complain.
"In ſtupid indolence my life is ſpent,
"Supinely calm, and dully innocent:
"Unbleſt I wear my uſeleſs time away;
"Sleep (wretched maid!) all night, and dream all day;
"Go at ſet hours to dinner and to pray'r;
"For dulneſs ever muſt be regular.
[20] "Now with mama at tedious whiſk I play;
"Now without ſcandal drink inſipid tea;
"Or in the garden breathe the country air,
"Secure from meeting any Tempter there:
"From books to work, from work to books I rove,
"And am (alas!) at leiſure to improve!—
"Is this the life a Beauty ought to lead?
"Were eyes ſo radiant only made to read?
"Theſe fingers, at whoſe touch ev'n age wou'd glow,
"Are theſe of uſe for nothing but to ſow?
"Sure erring nature never cou'd deſign
"To form a huſwife in a mould like mine!
"O Venus; queen and guardian of the fair,
"Attend propitious to thy vot'ry's pray'r:
"Let me re-viſit the dear town again:
"Let me be ſeen!—cou'd I that wiſh obtain,
"All other wiſhes my own power would gain.

BLENHEIM.
Writ at the Univerſity of Oxford in the Year 1727.

[21]
[By the Same.]
PARENT of arts, whoſe ſkilful hand firſt taught
The tow'ring pile to riſe, and form'd the plan
With fair proportion; architect divine,
Minerva, thee to my advent'rous lyre
Aſſiſtant I invoke, that means to ſing
BLENHEMIA, monument of Britiſh fame,
Thy glorious work! For thou the lofty tow'rs
Didſt to his virtue raiſe, whom oft thy ſhield
In peril guarded, and thy wiſdom ſteer'd
Through all the ſtorms of war.—Thee too I call,
Thalia, ſylvan muſe, who lov'ſt to rove
Along the ſhady paths and verdant bow'rs
Of Woodſtock's happy grove: there tuning ſweet
Thy rural pipe, while all the Dryad train
Attentive liſten; let thy warbling ſong
Paint with melodious praiſe the pleaſing ſcene,
And equal theſe to Pindus' honour'd ſhades.
When Europe freed, confeſs'd the ſaving pow'r
Of MARLE'ROUGH's hand; Britain who ſent him forth
[22] Chief of confederate hoſts, to fight the cauſe
Of Liberty and Juſtice, grateful rais'd
This palace, ſacred to her leader's fame;
A trophy of ſucceſs; with ſpoils adorn'd
Of conquer'd towns, and glorying in the name
Of that auſpicious field, where CHURCHILL's ſword
Vanquiſh'd the might of Gallia, and chaſtis'd
Rebel Bavar.—Majeſtick in its ſtrength
Stands the proud dome, and ſpeaks its great deſign.
Hail happy chief, whoſe valour could deſerve
Reward ſo glorious! grateful nation hail,
Who paidſt his ſervice with ſo rich a meed!
Which moſt ſhall I admire, which worthieſt praiſe,
The Hero or the People? Honour doubts,
And weighs their virtues in an equal ſcale.
Not thus Germania pays th' uncancell'd debt
Of gratitude to us.—Bluſh, Caeſar, bluſh,
When thou behold'ſt theſe tow'rs, ingrate, to thee
A monument of ſhame. Canſt thou forget
Whence they are nam'd, and what an Engliſh arm
Did for thy throne that day? But we diſdain
Or to upbraid or imitate thy guilt.
Steel thy obdurate heart againſt the ſenſe
Of obligation infinite, and know,
Britain like heav'n protects a thankleſs world
For her own glory, nor expects reward.
Pleas'd with the noble theme, her taſk the muſe
Purſues untir'd, and through the palace roves
[23] With ever-new delight. The Tap'ſtry rich
With gold, and gay with all the beauteous paint
Of various colour'd ſilks, diſpos'd with ſkill,
Attracts her curious eye. Here Iſter rolls
His purple wave; and there the Granic flood
With paſſing ſquadrons foams: here hardy Gaul
Flies from the ſword of Britain; there to Greece
Effeminate Perſia yields.—In arms oppos'd
MARLB'ROUGH and ALEXANDER vie for fame
With glorious competition; equal both
In valour and in fortune, but their praiſe
Be different, for with different views they fought;
This to ſubdue, and That to free mankind.
Now through the ſtately portals iſſuing forth,
The muſe to ſofter glories turns, and ſeeks
The woodland ſhade, delighted. Not the vale
Of Tempe fam'd in ſong, or Ida's grove
Such beauty boaſts. Amid the mazy gloom
Of this romantick wilderneſs once ſtood
The bow'r of Roſamonda, hapleſs fair,
Sacred to grief and love; the cryſtal fount
In which ſhe us'd to bathe her beauteous limbs
Still warbling flows, pleas'd to reflect the face
Of SPENSER, lovely maid, when tir'd ſhe ſits
Beſide its flow'ry brink, and views thoſe charms
Which only Roſamond could once excel.
But ſee where flowing with a nobler ſtream,
A limpid lake of pureſt waters rolls
[24] Beneath the wide-ſtretch'd arch, ſtupendous work
Through which the Danube might collected pour
His ſpacious urn! Silent a while, and ſmooth
The current glides, till with an headlong ſorce
Broke and diſorder'd, down the ſteep it falls
In loud caſcades; the ſilver-ſparkling foam
Glitters relucent in the dancing ray.
In theſe retreats repos'd the mighty ſoul
Of CHURCHILL, from the toils of war and ſtate,
Splendidly private, and the tranquil joy
Of contemplation felt, while BLENHEIM's dome
Triumphal, ever in his mind renew'd
The mem'ry of his fame, and ſooth'd his thoughts
With pleaſing record of his glorious deeds.
So by the rage of faction, home recall'd,
Lucullus, while he wag'd ſucceſsful war
Againſt the pride of Aſia, and the pow'r
Of Mithridates, whoſe aſpiring mind
No loſſes could ſubdue, enrich'd with ſpoils
Of conquer'd nations, back return'd to Rome,
And in magnificent retirement paſt
The evening of his life.—But not alone,
In the calm ſhades of honourable eaſe,
Great MARLBRO' peaceful dwelt: Indulgent heav'n
Gave a companion to his ſofter hours,
With whom converſing, he forgot all change
Of fortune, or of taſte, and in her mind
Found greatneſs equal to his own, and lov'd
[25] Himſelf in her.—Thus each by each admir'd,
In mutual honour, mutual fondneſs join'd:
Like two fair ſtars with intermingled light,
In friendly union they together ſhone,
Aiding each other's brightneſs, till the cloud
Of night eternal quench'd the beams of one.
Thee CHURCHILL firſt, the ruthleſs hand ſo death
Tore from thy conſort's ſide, and call'd thee hence
To the ſublimer ſeats of joy and love;
Where fate again ſhall join her ſoul to thine,
Who now, regardful of thy fame, erects
The column to thy praiſe, and ſooths her woe
With pious honours to thy ſacred name
Immortal. Lo! where tow'ring on the height
Of yon aërial pillar proudly ſtands
Thy image, like a guardian god, ſublime,
And awes the ſubject plain: Beneath his feet,
The German eagles ſpread their wings, his hand
Graſps victory, its ſlave. Such was thy brow
Majeſtick, ſuch thy martial port, when Gaul
Fled from thy frown, and in the Danube ſought
A refuge from thy ſword.—There, where the field
Was deepeſt ſtain'd with gore, on Hochſtet's plain,
The theatre of thy glory, once was rais'd
A meaner trophy, by th' Imperial hand;
Extorted gratitude; which now the rage
Of Malice impotent, beſeeming ill
A regal breaſt, has levell'd to the ground:
[26] Mean inſult! this with better auſpices
Shall ſtand on Britiſh earth, to tell the world
How MARLBRO' fought, for whom, and how repay'd
His ſervices. Nor ſhall the conſtant love
Of Her who rais'd this Monument be loſt
In dark oblivion: That ſhall be the theme
Of future bards in ages yet unborn,
Inſpir'd with Chaucer's fire, who in theſe groves
Firſt tun'd the Britiſh harp, and little deem'd
His humble dwelling ſhould the neighbour be
Of BLENHEIM, houſe ſuperb; to which the throng
Of travellers approaching, ſhall not paſs
His roof unnoted, but reſpectful hail
With rev'rence due. Such honour does the Muſe
Obtain her favourites.—But the noble pile
(My theme) demands my voice.—O ſhade ador'd,
MARLB'ROUGH! who now above the ſtarry ſphere
Dwell'ſt in the palaces of heav'n, enthron'd
Among the demi-gods, deign to defend
This thy abode, while preſent here below,
And ſacred ſtill to thy immortal fame,
With tutelary care. Preſerve it ſafe
From Time's deſtroying hand, and cruel ſtroke
Of factious Envy's more relentleſs rage.
Here may, long ages hence, the Britiſh youth,
When Honour calls them to the field of war,
Behold the trophies which thy valour rais'd;
The proud reward of thy ſucceſsful toils
[27] For Europe's freedom, and Britannia's fame:
That fir'd with gen'rous envy, they may dare
To emulate thy deeds.—So ſhall thy name,
Dear to thy country, ſtill inſpire her ſons
With martial virtue; and to high attempts,
Excite their arms, till other battles won,
And nations ſav'd, new Monuments require,
And other BLENHEIMS ſhall adorn the land.

TO THE Reverend Dr. AYSCOUGH at Oxford.
Writ from Paris in the Year 1728.

[By the Same.]
SAY, deareſt friend, how roll thy hours away?
What pleaſing ſtudy cheats the tedious day?
Doſt thou the ſacred volumes oft explore
Of wiſe Antiquity's immortal lore,
Where virtue by the charms of wit refin'd,
At once exalts and poliſhes the mind?
[28] How diff'rent from our modern guilty art,
Which Pleaſes only to Corrupt the heart;
Whoſe curs'd refinements odious Vice adorn,
And teach to Honour what we ought to Scorn!
Doſt thou in ſage Hiſtorians joy to ſee
How Roman Greatneſs roſe with Liberty;
How the ſame hands that tyrants durſt controul,
Their empire ſtretch'd from Atlas to the Pole;
Till wealth and conqueſt into ſlaves refin'd
The proud luxurious maſters of mankind?
Doſt thou in letter'd Greece each charm admire,
Each grace, each virtue Freedom could inſpire;
Yet in her troubled ſtates ſee all the woes,
And all the crimes that giddy Faction knows;
Till rent by parties, by corruption ſold,
Or weakly careleſs, or too raſhly bold,
She ſunk beneath a mitigated doom,
The Slave and Tut'reſs of protecting Rome?
Does calm Philoſophy her aid impart,
To guide the paſſions, and to mend the heart?
Taught by her precepts, haſt thou learnt the end
To which alone the wiſe their ſtudies bend;
For which alone by nature were deſign'd
The pow'rs of thought—To benefit mankind?
Not like a cloyſter'd drone, to read and doze,
In undeſerving, undeſerv'd repoſe;
But reaſon's influence to diffuſe; to clear
Th' enlighten'd world of ev'ry gloomy fear;
[29] Diſpel the miſts of error, and unbind
Thoſe pedant chains that clog the freeborn mind.
Happy who thus his leiſure can employ!
He knows the pureſt hours of tranquil joy;
Nor vex'd with pangs that buſier boſoms tear,
Nor loſt to ſocial virtue's pleaſing care;
Safe in the port, yet lab'ring to ſuſtain
Thoſe who ſtill float on the tempeſtuous main.
So Locke the days of ſtudious Quiet ſpent;
So Boyle in Wiſdom found divine Content;
So Cambray, worthy of a happier doom,
The virtuous ſlave of Louis and of Rome.
Good a Wor'ſter thus ſupports his drooping age,
Far from court-flatt'ry, far from party-rage;
He, who in youth a tyrant's frown defy'd,
Firm and intrepid on his country's ſide,
Her boldeſt champion then, and now her mildeſt guide.
O generous warmth! O ſanctity divine!
To emulate his worth, my friend, be thine:
Learn from his life the duties of the Gown;
Learn not to flatter, nor inſult the Crown;
Nor baſely ſervile court the guilty Great,
Nor raiſe the Church a Rival to the State:
To Error mild, to Vice alone ſevere,
Seek not to ſpread the law of Love by Fear.
The prieſt, who plagues the world, can never mend:
No foe to Man was e'er to God a friend:
[30] Let Reaſon and let Virtue Faith maintain,
All Force but theirs is impious, weak, and vain.
Me other cares in other climes engage,
Cares that become my birth, and ſuit my age;
In various knowledge to improve my youth,
And conquer Prejudice, worſt foe to Truth;
By foreign arts domeſtick faults to mend,
Enlarge my notions, and my views extend;
The uſeful ſcience of the world to know,
Which books can never teach, or pedants ſhew.
A nation here I pity, and admire,
Whom nobleſt ſentiments of glory fire,
Yet taught by cuſtom's force, and bigot fear,
To ſerve with pride, and boaſt the Yoke they bear:
Whoſe Nobles born to Cringe, and to Command,
In courts a mean, in camps a gen'rous band;
From each low Tool of pow'r content receive
Thoſe laws, their dreaded arms to Europe give.
Whoſe People vain in Want, in Bondage bleſt,
Tho' plunder'd, gay; induſtrious, though oppreſs'd;
With happy follies riſe above their fate,
The Jeſt and Envy of each wiſer ſtate.
Yet here the Muſes deign'd a while to ſport
In the ſhort ſun-ſhine of a fav'ring court:
Here Boileau ſtrong in ſenſe, and ſharp in wit,
Who from the Ancients, like the Ancients writ;
Permiſſion gain'd inferior vice to blame,
By flatt'ring incenſe to his Maſter's fame.
[31] Here Moliere, firſt of comick wits, excell'd
Whate'er Athenian theatres beheld;
By keen, yet decent ſatire ſkill'd to pleaſe,
With Morals Mirth uniting, Strength with Eaſe.
Now charm'd, I hear the bold Corneille inſpire
Heroick thoughts with Shakeſpear's force and fire;
Now ſweet Racine with milder influence move
The ſoften'd heart to Pity and to Love.
With mingled pain and pleaſure I ſurvey
The pompous works of arbitrary ſway;
Proud Palaces, that drain'd the ſubjects ſtore,
Rais'd on the ruins of th' oppreſs'd and poor;
Where ev'n mute walls are taught to flatter ſtate,
And painted triumphs ſtile Ambition GREAT.b
With more delight thoſe pleaſing ſhades I view,
Where Condé from an envious court withdrew:c
Where, ſick of glory, faction, pow'r and pride,
(Sure judge how empty all, who all had try'd)
Beneath his palms the weary Chief repos'd,
And life's great ſcene in quiet Virtue clos'd.
With ſhame that other fam'd Retreat I ſee
Adorn'd by Art, diſgrac'd by Luxury;d
Where Orleans waſted ev'ry vacant hour,
In the wild riot of unbounded pow'r;
Where feveriſh Debauch and impious Love
Stain'd the mad table and the guilty grove.
[32]
With theſe amuſements is thy friend detain'd,
Pleas'd and inſtructed in a foreign land;
Yet oft a tender wiſh recals my mind
From preſent joys to dearer left behind:
O native iſle, fair freedom's happieſt ſeat!
At thought of thee my bounding pulſes beat;
At thought of thee my heart impatient burns,
And all my country on my ſoul returns.
When ſhall I ſee thy fields, whoſe plenteous grain
No pow'r can raviſh from th' induſtrious ſwain?
When kiſs with pious love the ſacred earth,
That gave a BURLEIGH, or a RUSSEL birth?
When, in the ſhade of laws, that long have ſtood
Prop'd by their care, or ſtrengthen'd by their blood,
Of fearleſs independence wiſely vain,
The proudeſt ſlave of Bourbon's race diſdain?
Yet oh! what doubt, what ſad preſaging voice
Whiſpers within, and bids me not rejoice;
Bids me contemplate ev'ry ſtate around,
From ſultry Spain to Norway's icy bound;
Bids their loſt rights, their ruin'd glories ſee;
And tells me, Theſe, like England, once were Free.

To Mr. POYNTZ,
Ambaſſador at the Congreſs of SOISSONS, in the Year 1728.
Written at Paris.

[33]
[By the Same.]
O Thou, whoſe friendſhip is my joy and pride,
Whoſe Virtues warm me, and whoſe Precepts guide;
Thou, to whom Greatneſs, rightly underſtood,
Is but a larger power of being good;
Say, Poyntz, amidſt the toils of anxious ſtate,
Does not thy ſecret ſoul deſire Retreat?
Doſt thou not wiſh (the taſk of glory done)
Thy buſy life at length might be thy own;
That to thy lov'd philoſophy reſign'd,
No care might ruffle thy unbended mind?
Juſt is the wiſh. For ſure the happieſt meed,
To favour'd man by ſmiling heav'n decreed,
Is to reflect at eaſe on glorious pains,
And calmly to enjoy what Virtue gains.
Not him I praiſe, who from the world retir'd,
By no enlivening generous paſſion fir'd,
On flow'ry couches ſlumbers life away,
And gently bids his active pow'rs decay;
[34] Who fears bright Glory's awful face to ſee,
And ſhuns Renown as much as Infamy.
But bleſt is he, who exercis'd in cares,
To private Leiſure publick Virtue bears?
Who tranquil ends the race he nobly run,
And decks Repoſe with trophies Labour won.
Him Honour follows to the ſecret ſhade,
And crowns propitious his declining head;
In his retreats their harps the Muſes ſtring,
For him in lays unbought ſpontaneous ſing;
Friendſhip and Truth on all his moments wait,
Pleas'd with Retirement better than with State;
And round the bow'r where humbly great he lies,
Fair olives bloom, or verdant laurels riſe.
So when thy Country ſhall no more demand
The needful aid of thy ſuſtaining hand;
When peace reſtor'd ſhall on her downy wing
Secure Repoſe and careleſs Leiſure bring;
Then to the ſhades of learned eaſe retir'd,
The world forgetting, by the world admir'd,
Among thy books and friends, thou ſhall poſſeſs
Contemplative and quiet Happineſs;
Pleas'd to review a life in Honour ſpent,
And painful Merit paid with ſweet Content.
Yet tho' thy hours unclogg'd with ſorrow roll,
Tho' wiſdom calm, and ſcience feed thy ſoul;
One dearer bliſs remains to be poſſeſs'd,
That only can improve and crown the reſt—
[35]
Permit thy friend this ſecret to reveal,
Which thy own heart perhaps would better tell;
The point to which our ſweeteſt paſſions move,
Is to be truly lov'd, and fondly love.
This is the charm that ſmooths the troubled breaſt,
Friend to our health, and author of our reſt,
Bids ev'ry gloomy vexing paſſion fly,
And tunes each jarring ſtring to harmony.
Ev'n while I write, the name of love inſpires
More pleaſing thoughts, and more enlivening fires;
Beneath his pow'r my raptur'd fancy glows,
And ev'ry tender verſe more ſweetly flows.
Dull is the privilege of living free;
Our hearts were never form'd for Liberty:
Some beauteous image well imprinted there,
Can beſt defend them from conſuming care.
In vain to groves and gardens we retire,
And nature in her rural works admire;
Tho' grateful theſe, yet theſe but faintly charm;
They may Delight us, but can never Warm.
May ſome fair eyes, my friend, thy boſom fire
With pleaſing pangs of ever gay deſire;
And teach thee that ſoft ſcience, which alone
Still to thy ſearching mind reſts ſlightly known.
Thy ſoul, tho' great, is tender and refin'd,
To friendſhip ſenſible, to love inclin'd;
And therefore long thou canſt not arm thy breaſt
Againſt the entrance of ſo ſweet a gueſt.
[36] Hear what th' inſpiring Muſes bid me tell,
For heav'n ſhall ratify what they reveal.
A choſen bride ſhall in thy arms be plac'd,
With all th' attractive charms of beauty grac'd;
Whoſe wit and virtue ſhall thy own expreſs,
Diſtinguiſh'd only by their ſofter dreſs:
Thy greatneſs ſhe, or thy retreat ſhall ſhare,
Sweeten tranquillity, or ſoften care:
Her ſmiles the taſte of ev'ry joy ſhall raiſe,
And add new pleaſure to renown and praiſe;
Till charm'd you own the truth my verſe would prove,
That Happineſs is near ally'd to Love.

VERSES to be written under a Picture of Mr. POYNTZ.

[By the Same.]
SUCH is thy form, O Poyntz! but who ſhall find
A hand, or colours to expreſs thy mind?
A mind unmov'd by ev'ry vulgar fear,
In a falſe world that dares to be ſincere;
Wiſe without art; without ambition great;
Tho' firm, yet pliant; active, tho' ſedate;
With all the richeſt ſtores of Learning fraught;
Yet better ſtill by native Prudence taught;
[37] That, fond the griefs of the diſtreſs'd to heal,
Can pity frailties it could never feel;
That, when Misfortune ſued, ne'er ſought to know
What ſect, what party, whether friend or foe;
That, fix'd on equal virtue's temp'rate laws,
Deſpiſes Calumny, and ſhuns Applauſe;
That, to its own perfections ſingly blind,
Would for another think this praiſe deſign'd.

An Epiſtle to Mr. POPE.
From Rome, 1730.

[By the Same.]
IMmortal bard! for whom each muſe has wove
The faireſt garlands of th'Aonian grove;
Preſerv'd, our drooping genius to reſtore,
When Addiſon and Congreve are no more;
After ſo many ſtars extinct in night
The darken'd age's laſt remaining light!
To thee from Latian realms this verſe is writ,
Inſpir'd by memory of ancient Wit;
For now no more theſe climes their influence boaſt,
Fall'n is their glory, and their virtue loſt;
From Tyrants, and from Prieſts the Muſes fly,
Daughters of Reaſon and of Liberty:
[38] Nor Baiae now, nor Umbria's plain they love,
Nor on the banks of Nar, or Mincius rove;
To Thames's flow'ry borders they retire,
And kindle in thy breaſt the Roman fire.
So in the ſhades, where chear'd with ſummer rays
Melodious linnets warbled ſprightly lays,
Soon as the faded, falling leaves complain
Of gloomy winter's unauſpicious reign,
No tuneful voice is heard of joy or love,
But mournful ſilence ſaddens all the grove.
Unhappy Italy! whoſe alter'd ſtate
Has felt the worſt ſeverity of fate:
Not that Barbarian hands her Faſces broke,
And bow'd her haughty neck beneath their yoke;
Not that her palaces to earth are thrown,
Her cities deſart, and her fields unſown;
But that her ancient Spirit is decay'd,
That ſcared Wiſdom from her bounds is fled,
That there the ſource of Science flows no more,
Whence its rich ſtreams ſupply'd the world before.
Illuſtrious names! that once in Latium ſhin'd,
Born to Inſtruct, and to Command mankind;
Chiefs, by whoſe virtue mighty Rome was rais'd,
And Poets, who thoſe Chiefs ſublimely prais'd!
Oft I the traces you have left explore,
Your aſhes viſit, and your urns adore;
Oft kiſs, with lips devout, ſome mould'ring ſtone,
With ivy's venerable ſhade o'ergrown;
[39] Thoſe hallow'd Ruins better pleas'd to ſee
Than all the pomp of modern luxury.
As late on Virgil's tomb freſh flow'rs I ſtrow'd,
While with th' inſpiring muſe my boſom glow'd,
Crown'd with eternal bays my raviſh'd eyes
Beheld the poet's awful form ariſe;
Stranger, he ſaid, whoſe pious hand has paid
Theſe grateful rites to my attentive ſhade,
When thou ſhalt breathe thy happy native air,
To Pope this meſſage from his Maſter bear:
Great Bard, whoſe numbers I myſelf inſpire,
To whom I gave my own harmonious lyre,
If high exalted on the throne of wit,
Near me and Homer thou aſpire to ſit,
No more let meaner Satire dim the rays
That flow majeſtick from thy nobler bays;
In all the flow'ry paths of Pindus ſtray,
But ſhun that thorny, that unpleaſing way;
Nor when each ſoft engaging muſe is thine,
Addreſs the leaſt attractive of the nine.
Of thee more worthy were the taſk, to raiſe
A laſting column to thy Country's praiſe;
To ſing the land, which yet alone can boaſt
That Liberty corrupted Rome has loſt;
Where Science in the arms of Peace is laid,
And plants her Palm beſide the Olive's ſhade.
Such was the theme for which my lyre I ſtrung,
Such was the People whoſe exploits I ſung;
[40] Brave, yet refin'd, for Arms and Arts renown'd,
With different bays by Mars and Phoebus crown'd;
Dauntleſs oppoſers of tyrannick ſway,
But pleas'd a mild Auguſtus to obey.
If theſe commands ſubmiſſive thou receive,
Immortal and unblam'd thy name ſhall live;
Envy to black Cocytus ſhall retire,
And howl with Furies in tormenting fire;
Approving Time ſhall conſecrate thy lays,
And join the Patriot's to the Poet's praiſe."

To My LORD —.
In the Year 1730.
From Worceſterſhire.

[By the Same.]
Strenua nos exercet Inertia: Navibus atque
Quadrigis petimus bene Vivere: quod petis hic eſt;
Eſt Ulubris, Animus ſi te non deficit aequus.
HORACE.
FAV'RITE of Venus and the tuneful Nine,
Pollio, by nature form'd in courts to ſhine,
Wilt thou once more a kind attention lend
To thy long abſent and forgotten friend;
Who after ſeas and mountains wander'd o'er,
Return'd at length to his own native ſhore,
[41] From all that's gay retir'd, and all that's great,
Beneath the ſhades of his paternal ſeat
Has found that Happineſs he ſought in vain
On the fam'd banks of Tiber and of Seine?
'Tis not to view the well-proportion'd pile,
The charms of Titian's and of Raphael's ſtile;
At ſoft Italian ſounds to melt away;
Or in the fragrant groves of myrtle ſtray;
That lulls the tumults of the ſoul to reſt,
Or makes the fond poſſeſſor truly bleſt.
In our own breaſts the ſource of Pleaſure lies
Still open, and ſtill flowing to the wiſe;
Not forc'd by toilſome art and wild deſire
Beyond the bounds of nature to aſpire,
But in its proper channels gliding fair;
A common benefit, which all may ſhare.
Yet half mankind this eaſy Good diſdain,
Nor reliſh happineſs unbought by pain;
Falſe is their taſte of bliſs, and thence their ſearch is vain.
So idle, yet ſo reſtleſs are our minds,
We climb the Alps, and brave the raging winds,
Through various toils to ſeek Content we roam,
Which but with thinking right were our's at home.
For not the ceaſeleſs change of ſhifted place
Can from the heart a ſettled grief eraſe,
Nor can the purer balm of foreign air
Heal the diſtemper'd mind of aking care.
[42] The Wretch by wild Impatience driv'n to Rove
Vex'd with the pangs of ill-requited love,
From pole to pole the fatal arrow bears,
Whoſe rooted point his bleeding boſom tears,
With equal pain each different clime he tries,
And is himſelf that torment which he flies.
For how ſhou'd ills, that from our paſſions flow,
Be chang'd by Afric's heat, or Ruſſia's ſnow?
Or how can aught but pow'rful Reaſon cure,
What from unthinking Folly we endure?
Happy is He, and He alone, who knows
His heart's uneaſy diſcord to compoſe;
In gen'rous love of others Good to find
The ſweeteſt pleaſures of the ſocial mind;
To bound his wiſhes in their proper ſphere;
To nouriſh pleaſing hope, and conquer anxious fear.
This was the wiſdom ancient Sages taught,
This was the ſov'reign Good they juſtly ſought;
This to no place or climate is confin'd,
But the free native produce of the mind.
Nor think, my Lord, that Courts to you deny
The uſeful practice of Philoſophy:
Horace, the wiſeſt of the tuneful choir,
Not always choſe from Greatneſs to retire,
But in the palace of Auguſtus knew
The ſame unerring maxims to purſue,
Which in the Sabine or the Velian ſhade
His ſtudy and his happineſs he made.
[43]
May you, my friend, by his example taught,
View all the giddy ſcene with ſober thought;
Undazzled every glitt'ring folly ſee,
And in the midſt of ſlaviſh forms be free;
In its own center keep your ſteady mind;
Let Prudence guide you, but let Honour bind;
In ſhow, in manners, act the Courtier's part,
But be a Country-gentleman at heart.

ADVICE to a LADY.

[By the Same. 1731.]
THE counſels of a friend, Belinda, hear,
Too roughly kind to pleaſe a Lady's ear,
Unlike the flatteries of a lover's pen,
Such truths as women ſeldom learn from men.
Nor think I praiſe you ill, when thus I ſhew
What female Vanity might fear to know:
Some merit's mine, to dare to be ſincere,
But greater your's, ſincerity to bear.
Hard is the fortune that your ſex attends;
Women, like Princes, find few real friends:
All who approach them their own ends purſue:
Lovers and Miniſters are ſeldom true.
[44] Hence oft from Reaſon heedleſs Beauty ſtrays,
And the moſt truſted Guide the moſt betrays:
Hence by fond dreams of fancy'd Pow'r amus'd,
When moſt you tyrannize you're moſt abus'd.
What is your ſex's earlieſt, lateſt care,
Your heart's ſupreme ambition? To be fair:
For this the toilet every thought employs,
Hence all the toils of dreſs, and all the joys:
For this, hands, lips, and eyes are put to ſchool,
And each inſtructed feature has its rule:
And yet how few have learnt, when this is giv'n,
Not to diſgrace the partial boon of heav'n?
How few with all their pride of form can Move?
How few are lovely, that were made for love?
Do you, my fair, endeavour to poſſeſs
An elegance of mind as well as dreſs;
Be that your ornament, and know to pleaſe
By graceful nature's unaffected eaſe.
Nor make to dangerous Wit a vain pretence,
But wiſely reſt content with modeſt Senſe;
For Wit, like wine, intoxicates the brain,
Too ſtrong for feeble woman to ſuſtain;
Of thoſe who claim it, more than half have none,
And half of thoſe who have it, are undone.
Be ſtill ſuperior to your ſex's arts,
Nor think Diſhoneſty a proof of Parts;
For you the plaineſt is the wiſeſt rule,
A CUNNING WOMAN is a KNAVISH FOOL.
[45]
Be good yourſelf, nor think another's ſhame
Can raiſe your merit, or adorn your fame.
Prudes rail at whores, as ſtateſmen in diſgrace
At Miniſters, becauſe they wiſh their place.
Virtue is amiable, mild, ſerene,
Without, all beauty, and all peace within:
The honour of a prude is rage and ſtorm,
'Tis uglineſs in its moſt frightful form:
Fiercely it ſtands defying gods and men,
As fiery monſters guard a giant's den.
Seek to be good, but aim not to be great:
A woman's nobleſt ſtation is Retreat;
Her faireſt virtues fly from publick ſight,
Domeſtick worth, that ſhuns too ſtrong a light.
To rougher man Ambition's taſk reſign:
'Tis ours in Senates or in Courts to ſhine,
To labour for a ſunk corrupted ſtate,
Or dare the rage of envy, and be great.
One only care your gentle breaſts ſhould move,
Th'important Buſineſs of your life is Love;
To this great point direct your conſtant aim,
This makes your Happineſs, and this your Fame.
Be never cool reſerve with paſſion join'd:
With caution chuſe; but then be fondly kind.
The ſelfiſh heart, that but by halves is given,
Shall find no place in Love's delightful heav'n;
Here ſweet extreams alone can truly bleſs.
The virtue of a lover is exceſs.
[46]
A maid unaſk'd may own a well-plac'd flame,
Not loving firſt but loving wrong is ſhame.
Contemn the little pride of giving pain;
Nor think that Conqueſt juſtifies Diſdain;
Short is the period of inſulting Pow'r;
Offended Cupid finds his vengeful hour,
Soon will reſume the empire which he gave,
And ſoon the Tyrant ſhall become the Slave.
Bleſt is the maid, and worthy to be bleſt,
Whoſe ſoul entire by him ſhe loves poſſeſs'd,
Feels every vanity in fondneſs loſt,
And aſks no pow'r, but that of pleaſing moſt:
Her's is the bliſs in juſt return to prove
The honeſt warmth of undiſſembled Love;
For her, inconſtant man might ceaſe to range,
And Gratitude forbid Deſire to change.
But leſt harſh Care the lover's peace deſtroy,
And roughly blight the tender buds of joy,
Let Reaſon teach what Paſſion fain wou'd hide,
That Hymen's bands by Prudence ſhould be ty'd.
Venus in vain the wedded pair would crown,
If angry fortune on their union frown:
Soon will the flatt'ring dream of bliſs be o'er,
And cloy'd imagination cheat no more.
Then waking to the ſenſe of laſting pain,
With mutual tears the nuptial couch they ſtain;
And that fond love, which ſhould afford relief,
Does but encreaſe the anguiſh of their grief;
[47] While both cou'd eaſier their own ſorrows bear,
Than the ſad knowledge of each other's care.
Yet may you rather feel that virtuous pain,
Than ſell your violated charms for gain;
Than wed the wretch whom you deſpiſe, or hate,
For the vain glare of uſeleſs wealth or ſtate.
The moſt abandon'd Proſtitutes are they,
Who not to Love, but Av'rice fall a prey:
Nor aught avails the ſpecious name of WIFE;
A maid ſo wedded, is a WHORE FOR LIFE.
Ev'n in the happieſt choice, where fav'ring heav'n
Has equal love, and eaſy fortune giv'n,
Think not, the Huſband gain'd, that all is done;
The prize of Happineſs muſt ſtill be won;
And oft, the careleſs find it to their coſt,
The Lover in the Huſband may be loſt:
The Graces might alone his heart allure;
They and the Virtues meeting muſt ſecure.
Let ev'n your Prudence wear the pleaſing dreſs
Of care for him, and anxious tenderneſs.
From kind concern about his weal, or woe,
Let each domeſtick duty ſeem to flow;
The HOUSHOLD SCEPTRE if he bids you bear,
Make it your pride his ſervant to appear:
Endearing thus the common acts of life,
The Miſtreſs ſtill ſhall charm him in the Wife;
And wrinkled age ſhall unobſerv'd come on,
Before his eye perceives one beauty gone:
[48] Ev'n o'er your cold, your ever-ſacred urn,
His conſtant flame ſhall unextinguiſh'd burn.
Thus I, Belinda, would your charms improve,
And form your heart to all the arts of love:
The taſk were harder to ſecure my own
Againſt the pow'r of thoſe already known;
For well you twiſt the ſecret chains that bind
With gentle force the captivated mind,
Skill'd every ſoft attraction to employ,
Each flatt'ring hope, and each alluring joy;
I own your genius, and from you receive
The rules of Pleaſing, which to you I give.

SONG.
Written in the Year 1732.

[By the Same.]
I.
WHEN DELIA on the plain appears,
Aw'd by a thouſand tender fears,
I wou'd approach, but dare not move;
Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?
II.
Whene'er ſhe ſpeaks, my raviſh'd ear
No other voice but her's can hear,
No other wit but her's approve;
Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?
[49]III.
If ſhe ſome other youth commend,
Though I was once his fondeſt friend,
His inſtant enemy I prove;
Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?
IV.
When ſhe is abſent, I no more
Delight in all that pleas'd before,
The cleareſt ſpring, or ſhadieſt grove;
Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?
V.
When fond of pow'r, of beauty vain,
Her nets ſhe ſpread for ev'ry ſwain,
I ſtrove to hate, but vainly ſtrove;
Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?

SONG.
Written in the Year 1733.

[By the Same.]
I.
THE heavy hours are almoſt paſt
That part my Love and me,
My longing eyes may hope at laſt
Their only wiſh to ſee.
[50]II.
But how, my Delia, will you meet
The man you've loſt ſo long?
Will Love in all your pulſes beat
And tremble on your tongue?
III.
Will you in ev'ry look declare
Your heart is ſtill the ſame;
And heal each idly-anxious care
Our fears in abſence frame?
IV.
Thus, Delia, thus I paint the ſcene,
When ſhortly we ſhall meet,
And try what yet remains between
Of loit'ring time to cheat.
V.
But if the dream that ſooths my mind
Shall falſe and groundleſs prove;
If I am doom'd at length to find
You have forgot to love;
VI.
All I of Venus aſk, is this;
No more to let us join;
But grant me here the flatt'ring bliſs,
To Die and Think you mine.

DAMON and DELIA.
In Imitation of HORACE and LYDIA.
Written in the Year 1732.

[51]
[By the Same.]
DAMON.
TELL me, my Delia, tell me why
My kindeſt, fondeſt looks you fly:
What means this cloud upon your brow?
Have I offended? tell me how?
Some change has happen'd in your Heart,
Some Rival there has ſtol'n a part;
Reaſon theſe fears may diſapprove:
But yet I fear, becauſe I love.
DELIA.
Firſt tell me, Damon, why to day
At Belvidera's feet you lay?
Why with ſuch warmth her charms you prais'd,
And ev'ry trifling beauty rais'd,
As if you meant to let me ſee
Your Flatt'ry is not All for me?
Alas! too well your Sex I knew,
Nor was ſo weak to think you true.
DAMON.
[52]
Unkind! my Falſehood to upbraid,
When your own orders I obey'd;
You bid me try by this Deceit
The notice of the world to cheat,
And hide beneath another name
The ſecret of our mutual flame.
DELIA.
Damon, your prudence I confeſs,
But let me wiſh it had been leſs;
Too well the lover's part you play'd,
With too much art your court you made;
Had it been only art, your eyes
Wou'd not have join'd in the diſguiſe.
DAMON.
Ah, ceaſe thus idly to moleſt
With groundleſs Fears thy Virgin Breaſt.
While thus at fancy'd Wrongs you grieve,
To me a real pain you give.
DELIA.
Tho' well I might your truth diſtruſt,
My fooliſh Heart believes you juſt;
Reaſon this Faith may diſapprove;
But I believe, becauſe I love.

ODE. In Imitation of PASTOR FIDO.
‘(O Primavera Gioventu del Anno.)’
Written Abroad in 1729.
I.

[53]
[By the Same.]
PArent of blooming flow'rs and gay deſires,
Youth of the tender year, delightful Spring,
At whoſe approach inſpir'd with equal fires,
The am'rous Nightingale and Poet ſing.
II.
Again doſt thou return, but not with thee
Return the ſmiling hours I once poſſeſs'd;
Bleſſings thou bring'ſt to others, but to me
The ſad remembrance, that I once was bleſs'd.
III.
Thy faded charms, which Winter ſnatch'd away,
Renew'd in all their former luſtre ſhine;
But ah! no more ſhall hapleſs I be gay,
Or know the vernal joys that have been mine.
IV.
Tho' linnets ſing, tho' flowers adorn the green,
Tho' on their wings ſoft zephyrs fragrance bear;
Harſh is the muſick, joyleſs is the ſcene,
The odour faint; for Delia is not there.
[54]V.
Chearleſs and cold I feel the genial ſun,
From thee while abſent I in exile rove;
Thy lovely preſence, faireſt light, alone
Can warm my heart to gladneſs and to love.

Part of an ELEGY of TIBULLUS Tranſlated.
‘(Divitias alius fulvo ſibi congerat Auro.)’
1729-30.

[By the Same.]
LET others heap of wealth a ſhining ſtore,
And much poſſeſſing labour ſtill for more;
Let them diſquieted with dire alarms,
Aſpire to win a dang'rous fame in Arms:
Me tranquil Poverty ſhall lull to reſt,
Humbly ſecure and indolently bleſt;
Warm'd by the blaze of my own chearful hearth,
I'll waſte the wintry hours in ſocial mirth;
In ſummer pleas'd attend to harveſt toils,
In autumn preſs the vineyard's purple ſpoils,
And oft to Delia in my boſom bear
Some kid, or lamb that wants its mother's care:
With her I'll celebrate each gladſome day,
When ſwains their ſportive rites to Bacchus pay,
[55] With her new milk on Pales' altar pour,
And deck with ripen'd fruits Pomona's bow'r.
At night, how ſoothing wou'd it be to hear,
Shelter'd and warm, the tempeſt whiſtling near,
And while my charmer in my arms I ſtrain,
Slumber aſſiſted by the beating rain!
Ah! how much happier, than the fool who braves
In ſearch of wealth the black tempeſtuous waves!
While I contented with my little ſtore,
In tedious voyage ſeek no diſtant ſhore,
But idly lolling on ſome ſhady ſeat,
Near cooling fountains ſhun the dog-ſtar's heat;
For what reward ſo rich cou'd Fortune give
That I by abſence ſhou'd my Delia grieve?
Let great Meſſalla ſhine in martial toils,
And grace his palace with triumphal ſpoils;
Me Beauty holds in ſtrong, tho' gentle chains,
Far from tumultuous war and duſty plains.
With thee, my love, to paſs my tranquil days,
How would I ſlight ambition's painful praiſe!
How wou'd I joy with thee, my love, to yoke
The ox, and feed my ſolitary flock!
On thy ſoft breaſt might I but lean my head,
How downy ſhou'd I think the woodland bed!
The wretch who ſleeps not by his fair one's ſide,
Deteſts the gilded couch's uſeleſs pride,
Nor knows his weary, weeping eyes to cloſe,
Tho' murm'ring rills invite him to repoſe.
[56] Hard were his heart, who thee, my fair, cou'd leave
For all the honours proſp'rous War can give;
Tho' through the vanquiſh'd eaſt he ſpread his fame,
And Parthian tyrants trembled at his name;
Tho' bright in arms, while hoſts around him bleed,
With martial pride he preſs'd his foaming ſteed.
No pomps like theſe my humble vows require;
I aſk, in thy embraces to expire:
Thee may my cloſing eyes in death behold!
Thee may my fault'ring hand yet ſtrive to hold!
Then, Delia, then thy heart will melt in woe,
Then o'er my breathleſs clay thy tears will flow;
Thy tears will flow, for gentle is thy mind,
Nor doſt thou think it weakneſs to be kind.
With thee each youth and tender maid ſhall join
In grief, and mix their friendly ſighs with thine:
But ah! my Delia, I conjure thee ſpare
Thy heaving breaſts and looſe diſhevell'd hair:
Wound not thy form; leſt on th' Elyſian coaſt
Thy anguiſh ſhou'd diſturb my peaceful ghoſt.
But now nor death, nor parting ſhou'd employ
Our ſprightly thoughts, or damp our bridal joy:
We'll live, my Delia, and from life remove
All care, all bus'neſs, but delightful Love.
Old age in vain thoſe pleaſures wou'd retrieve,
Which youth alone can taſte, alone can give;
Then let us ſnatch the moment to be bleſt,
This hour is Love's—be Fortune's all the reſt.

SONG.
Written in the Year 1732.

[57]
[By the Same.]
I.
SAY, MYRA, why is gentle Love
A ſtranger to that mind,
Which pity and eſteem can move;
Which can be juſt and kind?
II.
Is it becauſe you fear to ſhare
The ills that Love moleſt;
The jealous Doubt, the tender Care,
That rack the am'rous breaſt?
III.
Alas! by ſome degree of woe
We every bliſs muſt gain:
The heart can ne'er a Tranſport know,
That never feels a Pain.

Writ at Mr. POPE's Houſe at Twickenham, which he had lent to Mrs G—lle.
In Auguſt 1735.

[58]
[By the Same.]
I.
GO, Thames, and tell the buſy town;
Not all its wealth or pride
Cou'd tempt me from the charms that crown
Thy rural flow'ry ſide:
II.
Thy flow'ry ſide, where POPE has plac'd
The Muſes green retreat,
With ev'ry ſmile of Nature grac'd,
With ev'ry Art compleat.
III.
But now, ſweet bard, thy heav'nly ſong
Enchants us here no more;
Their darling glory loſt too long
Thy once lov'd ſhades deplore.
IV.
Yet ſtill for beauteous G—lle's ſake,
The Muſes here remain;
G—lle, whoſe eyes have power to make
A POPE of ev'ry ſwain.

EPIGRAM.

[59]
[By the Same.]
NONE without Hope e'er lov'd the brighteſt Fair,
But Love can hope where Reaſon would deſpair.

To Mr. WEST, at Wickham.
Written in the Year 1740.

[By the Same.]
FAIR nature's ſweet ſimplicity
With elegance refin'd,
Well in thy Seat, my friend, I ſee,
But better in thy Mind.
To both from courts and all their ſtate
Eager I fly, to prove
Joys far above a courtier's fate,
Tranquillity and love.

To Miſs LUCY F—.

[60]
[By the Same.]
ONCE by the Muſe alone inſpir'd,
I ſung my amorous ſtrains:
No ſerious Love my boſom fir'd;
Yet every tender Maid deceiv'd
The idly-mournful tale believ'd,
And wept my fancied pains.
But Venus now to puniſh me,
For having feign'd ſo well,
Has made my Heart ſo fond of thee,
That not the whole Aonian quire
Can accents ſoft enough inſpire,
Its real flame to tell.

To the Same, with HAMMOND's Elegies.

ALL that of Love can be expreſs'd
In theſe ſoft numbers ſee;
But, LUCY, wou'd you know the reſt,
It muſt be read in Me.

To the Same.

[61]
TO him who in an hour muſt die,
Not ſwifter ſeems that hour to fly,
Than ſlow the minutes ſeem to me,
Which keep me from the ſight of thee.
Not more that trembling wretch wou'd give
Another day or year to live;
Than I to ſhorten what remains
Of that long hour which thee detains.
Oh! come to my impatient arms,
Oh! come with all thy heavenly charms,
At once to juſtify and pay
The pain I feel from this delay.

To the Same.

I.
TO eaſe my troubled mind of anxious care,
Laſt night the ſecret caſket I explor'd;
Where all the letters of my abſent fair,
(His richeſt treaſure) careful Love had ſtor'd:
[62]II.
In every word a magick ſpell I found
Of pow'r to charm each buſy thought to reſt,
Though every word encreas'd the tender wound
Of fond deſire ſtill throbbing in my breaſt.
III.
So to his hoarded gold the miſer ſteals,
And loſes every ſorrow at the ſight;
Yet wiſhes ſtill for more, nor ever feels
Entire contentment, or ſecure delight.
IV.
Ah! ſhou'd I loſe thee, my too lovely maid,
Cou'dſt thou forget thy heart was ever mine,
Fear not thy letters ſhou'd the change upbraid;
My hand each dear memorial ſhall reſign:
V.
Not one kind word ſhall in my pow'r remain
A painful witneſs of reproach to thee;
And leſt my heart ſhou'd ſtill their ſenſe retain,
My heart ſhall break, to leave thee wholly free.

A Prayer to VENUS in her Temple at Stowe.
To the Same.

I.
FAIR VENUS, whoſe delightful ſhrine ſurveys
Its front reflected in the ſilver lake,
Theſe humble off'rings, which thy ſervant pays,
Freſh flowers, and myrtle wreaths, propitious take.
[63]II.
If leſs my love exceeds all other love,
Than Lucy's charms all other charms excel,
Far from my breaſt each ſoothing hope remove,
And there let ſad deſpair for ever dwell.
III.
But if my ſoul is fill'd with her alone,
Nor other wiſh, nor other object knows,
Oh! make her, Goddeſs, make her all my own,
And give my trembling heart ſecure repoſe.
IV.
No watchful ſpies I aſk to guard her charms,
No walls of braſs, no ſteel-defended door;
Place her but once within my circling arms,
Love's ſureſt Fort, and I will doubt no more.

To the Same.
On her pleading want of TIME.

I.
ON Thames's bank, a gentle youth
For LUCY ſigh'd with matchleſs truth,
Ev'n when he ſigh'd in Rhyme;
The lovely maid his flame return'd,
And wou'd with equal warmth have burn'd,
But that ſhe had not Time.
[64]II.
Oft he repair'd with eager feet
In ſecret ſhades his fair to meet
Beneath th' accuſtom'd lyme;
She wou'd have fondly met him there,
And heal'd with love each tender care,
But that ſhe had not Time.
III.
"It was not thus, inconſtant maid,
"You acted once (the ſhepherd ſaid)
"When love was in its prime:"
She griev'd to hear him thus complain,
And wou'd have writ to eaſe his pain,
But that ſhe had not Time.
IV.
How can you act ſo cold a part?
No crime of mine has chang'd your heart,
If Love be not a crime.—
We ſoon muſt part for months, for years—
She wou'd have anſwer'd with her tears,
But that ſhe had not Time.

To the Same.

[65]
YOUR ſhape, your lips, your eyes are ſtill the ſame,
Still the bright object of my conſtant flame;
But where is now the tender glance, that ſtole
With gentle ſweetneſs my enchanted ſoul?
Kind fears, impatient wiſhes, ſoft deſires,
Each melting charm that love alone inſpires,
Theſe, theſe are loſt; and I behold no more
The maid, my heart delighted to adore.
Yet ſtill unchang'd, ſtill doating to exceſs,
I ought, but dare not try to love you leſs;
Weakly I grieve, unpitied I complain:
But not unpuniſh'd ſhall your change remain;
For you, cold maid, whom no complaints can move,
Were far more bleſt, when you like me cou'd love.

To the Same.

I.
WHEN I think on your truth, I doubt you no more,
I blame all the fears I gave way to before,
I ſay to my heart, "be at reſt, and believe
That whom once ſhe has choſen ſhe never will leave.
[66]II.
But ah! when I think on each raviſhing grace
That plays in the ſmiles of that heavenly face,
My heart beats again; I again apprehend
Some fortunate rival in every friend.
III.
Theſe painful ſuſpicions you cannot remove,
Since you neither can leſſen your charms nor my love;
But doubts caus'd by paſſion you never can blame;
For they are not ill-founded, or you feel the ſame.

To the Same with a NEW WATCH.

WITH me, while preſent, may thy lovely eyes
Be never turn'd upon this golden toy;
Think every pleaſing hour too ſwiftly flies,
And meaſure time, by joy ſucceeding joy.
But when the cares that interrupt our bliſs
To me not always will thy ſight allow,
Then oft with kind impatience look on this,
Then every minute count—as I do now.

An Irregular ODE writ at Wickham in 1746.
To the Same.

[67]
I.
YE ſylvan ſcenes with artleſs beauty gay,
Ye gentle ſhades of Wickham ſay,
What is the charm that each ſucceſſive year,
Which ſees me with my LUCY here,
Can thus to my tranſported heart,
A ſenſe of joy unfelt before impart?
II.
Is it glad ſummer's balmy breath that blows
From the fair jeſſ'mine, and the bluſhing roſe?
Her balmy breath, and all her blooming ſtore
Of rural bliſs was here before:
Oft have I met her on the verdant ſide
Of Norwood hill, and in the yellow meads
Where Pan the dancing graces leads,
Array'd in all her flow'ry pride.
No ſweeter fragrance now the gardens yield,
No brighter colours paint th' enamell'd field.
[68]III.
Is it to Love theſe new delights I owe?
Four times has the revolving ſun
His annual circle thro' the zodiack run;
Since all that Love's indulgent pow'r
On favour'd mortals can beſtow,
Was given to me in this auſpicious bow'r.
IV.
Here firſt my LUCY, ſweet in virgin charms
Was yielded to my longing arms;
And round our nuptial bed,
Hovering with purple wings, th' Idalian boy
Shook from his radiant torch the bliſsful fires
Of innocent deſires,
While Venus ſcatter'd myrtles o'er her head.
Whence then this ſtrange increaſe of joy?
He, only he can tell, who match'd like me,
(If ſuch another happy man there be)
Has by his own experience tried
How much the Wife, is dearer than the Bride.

TO THE MEMORY of the ſame LADY, A MONODY. A.D. 1747

[69]
Ipſe cavâ ſolans aegrum teſtudine amoram
Te dulcis conjux, ſolo te in littore ſecum
Te veniente die, te decedente canebat.
[By the Same.]
I.
AT length eſcap'd from ev'ry human eye,
From ev'ry duty, ev'ry care,
That in my mournful thoughts might claim a ſhare,
Or force my tears their flowing ſtream to dry,
Beneath the gloom of this embow'ring ſhade
This lone retreat, for tender ſorrow made,
I now may give my burden'd heart relief
And pour forth all my ſtores of grief,
Of grief ſurpaſſing ev'ry other woe,
Far as the pureſt bliſs, the happieſt love
Can on th'ennobled mind beſtow,
Exceeds the vulgar joys that move
Our groſs deſires, inelegant, and low.
II.
Ye tufted groves, ye gently falling rills,
Ye high o'erſhadowing hills,
Ye lawns gay-ſmiling with eternal green,
Oft have you my LUCY ſeen!
[70]
But never ſhall you now behold her more:
Nor will ſhe now with fond delight
And taſte refin'd your rural charms explore.
Clos'd are thoſe beauteous eyes in endleſs night,
Thoſe beauteous eyes where beaming us'd to ſhine
Reaſon's pure light, and virtue's ſpark divine.
III.
Oft would the Dryads of theſe woods rejoice
To hear her heav'nly voice,
For her deſpiſing, when ſhe deign'd to ſing,
The ſweeteſt ſongſters of the ſpring:
The woodlark and the linnet pleas'd no more;
The nightingale was mute,
And ev'ry ſhepherd's flute
Was caſt in ſilent ſcorn away,
While all attended to her ſweeter lay.
Ye larks and linnets now reſume your ſong,
And thou, melodious Philomel
Again thy plaintive ſtory tell,
For death has ſtopt that tuneful tongue,
Whoſe muſick could alone your warbling notes excel.
IV.
In vain I look around
O'er all the well-known ground
My LUCY's wonted footſteps to deſcry;
Where oft we us'd to walk,
Where oft in tender talk
We ſaw the ſummer ſun go down the ſky;
[71] Nor by you fountain's ſide,
Nor where its waters glide
Along the valley, can ſhe now be found:
In all the wide-ſtretch'd proſpect's ample bound
No more my mournful eye
Can ought of her eſpy,
But the ſad ſacred earth where her dear relicks lie.
V.
O ſhades of H—y., where is now your boaſt?
Your bright inhabitant is loſt.
You ſhe preferr'd to all the gay reſorts
Where female vanity might wiſh to ſhine,
The pomp of cities, and the pride of courts.
Her modeſt beauties ſhun'd the publick eye:
To your ſequeſter'd dales
And flow'r-embroider'd vales
From an admiring world ſhe choſe to fly;
With nature there retir'd, and nature's GOD,
The ſilent paths of wiſdom trod,
And baniſh'd ev'ry paſſion from her breaſt,
But thoſe, the gentleſt, and the beſt,
Whoſe holy flames with energy divine
The virtuous heart enliven and improve,
The conjugal, and the maternal love.
VI.
Sweet babes, who, like the little playful fawns,
Were wont to trip along theſe verdant lawns
[72] By your delighted Mother's ſide,
Who now your infant ſteps ſhall guide!
Ah! where is now the hand whoſe tender care
To ev'ry Virtue would have form'd your Youth,
And ſtrew'd with flow'rs the thorny ways of Truth?
O loſs beyond repair!
O wretched Father, left alone
To weep their dire misfortune, and thy own!
How ſhall thy weaken'd mind, oppreſs'd with woe,
And drooping o'er thy LUCY's grave,
Perform the duties that you doubly owe,
Now She, alas! is gone,
From folly, and from vice, their helpleſs age to ſave?
VII.
Where were ye, Muſes, when relentleſs fate
From theſe fond arms your fair diſciple tore,
From theſe fond arms that vainly ſtrove
With hapleſs ineffectual Love
To guard her boſom from the mortal blow?
Could not your fav'ring power, Aonian maids,
Could not, alas! your power prolong her date,
For whom ſo oft in theſe inſpiring ſhades,
Or under Campden's moſs-clad mountains hoar,
You open'd all your ſacred ſtore,
Whate'er your ancient ſages taught,
Your ancient bards ſublimely thought,
And bade her raptur'd breaſt with all your ſpirit glow?
[73]VIII.
Nor then did Pindus, or Caſtalia's plain,
Or Aganippe's fount your ſteps detain,
Nor in the Theſpian vallies did you play;
Nor then on a Mincio's bank
Beſet with oſiers dank,
Nor where b Clitumnus rolls his gentle ſtream,
Nor where through hanging woods
Steep c Anio pours his floods,
Nor yet where d Meles, or e Iliſſus ſtray.
Ill does it now beſeem
That of your guardian care bereft
To dire diſeaſe and death your darling ſhould be left.
IX.
Now what avails it that in early bloom,
When light fantaſtick toys
Are all her ſex's joys,
With you ſhe ſearch'd the wit of Greece and Rome,
And all that in her later days
To emulate her ancient praiſe
[74] Italia's happy genius could produce;
Or what the Gallick fire
Bright-ſparkling could inſpire,
By all the Graces temper'd and refin'd;
Or what in Britain's iſle,
Moſt favour'd with your ſmile,
The pow'rs of reaſon and of fancy join'd
To full perfection have conſpir'd to raiſe?
Ah what is now the uſe
Of all theſe treaſures that enrich'd her mind,
To blank oblivion's gloom for ever now conſign'd!
X.
At leaſt, ye Nine, her ſpotleſs name
'Tis yours from death to ſave,
And in the temple of immortal Fame
With golden characters her worth engrave.
Come then, ye virgin ſiſters, come,
And ſtrew with choiceſt flow'rs her hallow'd tomb.
But foremoſt thou, in ſable veſtment clad,
With accents ſweet and ſad,
Thou, plaintive Muſe, whom o'er his Laura's urn
Unhappy Petrarch call'd to mourn,
O come, and to this fairer Laura pay
A more impaſſion'd tear, a more pathetick lay.
XI.
Tell how each beauty of her mind and face
Was brighten'd by ſome ſweet, peculiar grace!
How eloquent in ev'ry look
Thro' her expreſſive eyes her ſoul diſtinctly ſpoke!
[75] Tell how her manners by the world refin'd
Left all the taint of modiſh vice behind,
And made each charm of poliſh'd courts agree
With candid truth's ſimplicity,
And uncorrupted innocence!
Tell how to more than manly ſenſe
She join'd the ſoft'ning influence
Of more than female tenderneſs!
How in the thoughtleſs days of wealth and joy
Which oft the care of other's Good deſtroy,
Her kindly-melting heart,
To ev'ry want, and ev'ry woe,
To guilt itſelf when in diſtreſs
The balm of pity would impart
And all relief that bounty could beſtow!
Ev'n for the kid or lamb that pour'd its life
Beneath the bloody knife,
Her gentle tears would fall,
As She the common mother were of all.
XII.
Nor only good, and kind,
But ſtrong and elevated was her mind:
A ſpirit that with noble pride
Could look ſuperior down
On fortune's ſmile, or frown;
That could without regret or pain
To virtue's loweſt duty ſacrifice
Or int'reſt's, or ambition's higheſt prize;
That injur'd or offended never try'd
[76] Its dignity by vengeance to maintain
But by magnanimous diſdain.
A wit, that temperately bright,
With inoffenſive light
All pleaſing ſhone, nor ever paſt
The decent bounds that wiſdom's ſober hand,
And ſweet benevolence's mild command,
And baſhful modeſty, before it caſt.
A prudence undeceiving, undeceiv'd,
That nor too little, nor too much believ'd,
That ſcorn'd unjuſt ſuſpicion's coward fear
And without weakneſs knew to be ſincere.
Such LUCY was, when in her faireſt days
Amidſt th' acclaim of univerſal praiſe
In life's and glory's freſheſt bloom
Death came remorſeleſs on, and ſank her to the tomb.
XIII.
So where the ſilent ſtreams of Liris glide,
In the ſoft boſom of Campania's vale,
When now the wintry tempeſts all are fled,
And genial Summer breathes her gentle gale,
The verdant orange lifts its beauteous head:
From ev'ry branch the balmy flow'rets riſe,
On ev'ry bough the golden fruits are ſeen;
With odours ſweet it fills the ſmiling ſkies,
The wood-nymphs tend it, and th' Idalian queen:
But in the midſt of all its blooming pride
[77] A ſudden blaſt from Apenninus blows
Cold with perpetual ſnows:
The tender, blighted plant ſhrinks up its leaves, and dies.
XIV.
Ariſe, O Petrarch, from th'Elyſian bowers
With never-fading myrtles twin'd,
And fragrant with ambroſial flowers,
Where to thy Laura thou again art join'd;
Ariſe, and hither bring the ſilver lyre
Tun'd by thy ſkilful hand
To the ſoft notes of elegant deſire,
With which o'er many a land
Was ſpread the fame of thy diſaſtrous love:
To me reſign the vocal ſhell,
And teach my ſorrows to relate
Their melancholy tale ſo well,
As may ev'n things inanimate,
Rough mountain oaks, and deſart rocks, to pity move.
XV.
What were, alas! thy woes compar'd to mine?
To thee thy miſtreſs in the bliſsful band
Of Hymen never gave her hand:
The joys of wedded love were never thine.
In thy domeſtick care
She never bore a ſhare,
Nor with endearing art
Would heal thy wounded heart
Of ev'ry ſecret grief that feſter'd there:
[78] Nor did her fond affection on the bed
Of ſickneſs watch thee, and thy languid head
Whole nights on her unwearied arm ſuſtain
And charm away the ſenſe of pain:
Nor did ſhe crown your mutual flame
With pledges dear, and with a father's tender name.
XVI.
O beſt of wives! O dearer far to me
Than when thy virgin charms
Were yielded to my arms,
How can my ſoul endure the loſs of thee?
How in the world to me a deſart grown,
Abandon'd, and alone,
Without my ſweet companion can I live?
Without thy lovely ſmile,
The dear reward of ev'ry virtuous toil,
What pleaſures now can pall'd ambition give?
Ev'n the delightful ſenſe of well-earn'd praiſe,
Unſhar'd by thee, no more my lifeleſs thoughts could raiſe.
XVII.
For my diſtracted mind
What ſuccour can I find?
Or whom for conſolation ſhall I call?
Support me, ev'ry friend,
Your kind aſſiſtance lend
To bear the weight of this oppreſſive woe.
Alas! each friend of mine
My dear departed love, ſo much was thine,
That none has any comfort to beſtow.
[79] My books the beſt relief
In ev'ry other grief,
Are now with your idea ſadden'd all:
Each fav'rite author we together read
My tortur'd mem'ry wounds, and ſpeaks of LUCY dead.
XVIII.
We were the happieſt pair of human kind!
The rolling year its varying courſe perform'd,
And back return'd again,
Another and another ſmiling came,
And ſaw our happineſs unchang'd remain:
Still in her golden chain
Harmonious Concord did our wiſhes bind:
Our ſtudies, pleaſures, taſtes the ſame.
O fatal, fatal ſtroke,
That all this pleaſing fabrick Love had rais'd
Of rare felicity,
On which ev'n wanton Vice with envy gaz'd,
And ev'ry ſcheme of bliſs our hearts had form'd,
With ſoothing hope, for many a future day,
In one ſad moment broke!—
Yet, O my ſoul, thy riſing murmurs ſtay,
Nor dare th'all-wiſe Diſpoſer to arraign,
Or againſt his ſupreme decree
With impious grief complain.
That all thy full-blown joys at once ſhould fade
Was his moſt righteous will, and be that will obey'd.
[80]XIX.
Would thy fond love his grace to her controul,
And in theſe low abodes of ſin and pain
Her pure, exalted ſoul
Unjuſtly for thy partial good detain?
No—rather ſtrive thy groveling mind to raiſe
Up to that unclouded blaze,
That heav'nly radiance of eternal light,
In which enthron'd ſhe now with pity ſees
How frail, how inſecure, how ſlight
Is ev'ry mortal bliſs,
Ev'n love itſelf, if riſing by degrees
Beyond the bounds of this imperfect ſtate,
Whoſe fleeting joys ſo ſoon muſt end,
It does not to its ſov'reign Good aſcend.
Riſe then, my ſoul, with hope elate,
And ſeek thoſe regions of ſerene delight,
Whoſe peaceful path and ever-open gate
No feet but thoſe of harden'd Guilt ſhall miſs.
There Death himſelf thy LUCY ſhall reſtore,
There yield up all his pow'r e'er to divide you more.

VERSES, Making Part of an EPITAPH on the ſame LADY.

[81]
[By the Same.]
MADE to engage all hearts, and charm all eyes;
Tho' meek, magnanimous; tho' witty, wiſe;
Polite, as all her life in courts had been;
Yet good, as ſhe the world had never ſeen;
The noble fire of an exalted mind,
With gentleſt female tenderneſs combin'd.
Her Speech was the melodious voice of Love,
Her Song the warbling of the vernal grove;
Her Eloquence was ſweeter than her Song,
Soft as her Heart, and as her Reaſon ſtrong;
Her Form each beauty of her Mind expreſs'd,
Her Mind was Virtue by the Graces dreſs'd.

ON THE ABUSE of TRAVELLING.
A CANTO In IMITATION of SPENSER.

[82]
[By GILBERT WEST, Eſq]
The ARGUMENT.
Archimage tempts the Red-Croſs Knight
From love of Fairy-land,
With ſhow of foreign pleaſures all,
The which he doth withſtand.
I.
WISE was that Spartan Lawgiver of old,
Who rais'd on Virtue's baſe his well-built ſtate,
Exiling from her walls barbarick gold
With all the miſchiefs that upon it wait,
Corruption, luxury, and envious hate,
And the diſtinctions proud of rich and poor,
Which among brethren kindle fould debate,
And teach Ambition, that to Fame would ſoar,
To the falſe lure of wealth her ſtooping wing to low'r.
[83]II.
Yet would Corruption ſoon have entrance found,
And all his boaſted ſchemes eftſoon decay'd,
Had not he caſt a powerful circle round,
Which to a diſtance the arch felon fray'd,
And ineffectual his foul engines made:
This was, to weet, that politick command,
Which from vain travel the young Spartan ſtay'd,
Ne ſuffer'd him forſake his native land,
To learn deceitful arts, and ſcience contraband.
III.
Yet had that ancient world her courts and ſchools;
Great Kings and Courtiers civil and refin'd;
Great Rabbins, deeply read in wiſdom's rules,
And all the arts that cultivate the mind,
Embelliſh life, and poliſh human kind.
Such, Aſia, birth-place of proud monarchy,
Such elder Aegypt, in thy kingdoms ſhin'd,
Myſterious Aegypt, the rank nurſery
Of ſuperſtitions fond, and learned vanity.
IV.
But what accompliſhments, what arts polite,
Did the young Spartan want his deeds to grace,
Whoſe manly virtues, and heroick ſpright,
Check'd by no thought impure, no falſhood baſe,
[84] With nat'ral dignity might well out-face
The glare of manners falſe, and mimick pride?
And wherefore ſhould they range from place to place,
Who to their country's love ſo firm were ty'd,
All homely as ſhe was, that for her oft they dy'd?
V.
And a ſooth it is (with reverence may ye hear,
And honour due to paſſion ſo refin'd)
The ſtrong affection, which true patriots bear
To their dear country, zealous is and blind
And fond, as is the love of womankind,
So that they may not her defects eſpy,
Ne other b paragone may ever find,
But gazing on her with an aweful eye,
And ſuperſtitious zeal, her learn to deify.
VI.
And, like as is the faith unſound, untrue,
Of him, who wand'ring aye from fair to fair,
Conceiveth from each object paſſion new,
Or from his heart quite drives the troublous care;
So with the patriot-lover doth it fare,
Who through the world delighting aye to rove,
His country changeth with each change of air,
Or weening the delights of all to prove,
On none, or all alike beſtows his vagrant love.
[85]VII.
c Als doth corruption in a diſtant ſoil,
With double force d aſſay the youthful heart,
Expos'd ſuſpectleſs to the traytor's wile,
Expos'd unwarn'd to pleaſure's poiſon'd dart,
Expos'd unpractis'd in the world's wide mart,
Where each one lies, impoſes, and betrays,
Without a friend due counſel to impart,
Without a parent's awe to rule his ways,
Without the check of ſhame, or ſpur of publick praiſe.
VIII.
e Forthy, falſe Archimago, traytor, vile,
Who burnt 'gainſt Fairy-land with ceaſeleſs ire,
Gan caſt with foreign pleaſures to beguile
Her faithful knight, and quench the heav'nly fire
That did his virtuous boſom aye inſpire
With zeal unfeigned for her ſervice true,
And ſend him forth in chivalrous attire,
Arm'd at all points adventures to purſue,
And wreak upon her foes his vowed vengeance due.
IX.
So as he journeyed upon the way,
Him ſoon the ſly enchaunter f over-hent,
Clad like a Fairy knight in armour gay,
With painted ſhield, and ſpear right forward bent,
[86] In knightly g guiſe and ſhew of h hardiment,
That aye prepared was for bloody fight.
Whereat the i Elfin knight with ſpeeches gent
Him firſt ſaluted, who, well as he might,
Him fair ſalutes again, as k ſeemeth courteous knight.
X.
Then gan he l purpoſe frame of valiant deeds
Atchiev'd by foreign knights of m proweſs great,
And mighty fame, which emulation breeds
In virtuous breaſt, and kindleth martial heat;
Of arts and ſciences for warriour n meet,
And knight that would in feats of arms excell,
Or him, who o liefer chooſing calm retreat,
With peace and gentle virtue aye would dwell,
Who have their triumphs, like as hath Bellona fell.
XI.
Theſe, as he ſaid, beſeemed knight to know,
And all be they in Fairy-lond y-taught,
Where every art and all fair virtues grow:
Yet various climes with various fruits are fraught,
And ſuch in one hath full perfection p raught,
The which no ſkill may in another rear.
So gloz'd th' enchaunter till he hath him brought
To a huge rock, that clomb ſo high in air,
That from it he q uneath the murmuring ſurge mote hear.
[87]XII.
Thence the ſalt wave beyond in proſpect wide
A ſpacious plain the falſe enchaunter ſhow'd,
With goodly caſtles deck'd on every ſide,
And ſilver ſtreams, that down the champain flow'd,
And waſh'd the vineyards that beſide them ſtood,
And groves of myrtle; als the lamp of day
His orient beams diſplay'd withouten cloud,
Which lightly on the gliſtening waters play,
And tinge the caſtles, woods, and hills with purple ray.
XIII.
So fair a landſcape charm'd the wondring knight;
And eke the breath of morning freſh and ſweet
Inſpir'd his jocund ſpirit with delight,
And eaſe of heart for ſoft perſuaſion meet.
Then him the traytor baſe gan fair entreat,
And from the rock as downward they deſcend,
Of that bleſt lond his praiſes can repeat,
Till he him moved hath with him to r wend;
So to the billowy ſhore their haſty march they bend.
XIV.
There in a painted bark all trim and gay,
Whoſe ſails full glad embrac'd the wanton wind,
There ſat a ſtranger s wight in quaint array,
That ſeem'd of various garbs t attone combin'd,
[88] Of Europe, Afric, eaſt and weſtern Inde.
Als round about him many creatures ſtood,
Of ſeveral nations and of diverſe kind,
Apes, ſerpents, birds with human ſpeech endow'd,
And monſters of the land, and wonders of the flood.
XV.
He was to weet a mighty traveller,
Who Curioſity thereafter u hight,
And well he knew each coaſt and harbour fair,
And every nation's latitude and ſite,
And how to ſteer the wand'ring bark aright.
So to him ſtrait the falſe enchaunter bore,
And with him likewiſe brought the red-croſs knight:
Then fairly him beſought to waft them o'er;
Swift flew the dauncing bark, and reach'd the adverſe ſhore.
XVI.
There when they landed were, them ran to greet
A bevy bright of damſels gent and gay,
Who with ſoft ſmiles, and ſalutation ſweet,
And courteous violence would force them ſtay,
And reſt them in their bow'r not far away;
Their bow'r that moſt luxuriouſly was w dight
With all the dainties of air, earth, and ſea,
All that mote pleaſe the taſte, and charm the ſight,
The pleaſure of the board, and charm of beauty bright.
[89]XVII.
Als might he therein hear a mingled ſound
Of feaſt and ſong and laughing jollity,
That in the noiſe was all diſtinction drown'd
Of graver ſenſe, or muſick's harmony.
Yet were there ſome in that blithe company
That aptly could diſcourſe of virtuous lore,
Of manners, wiſdom and ſound policy;
Yet x nould they often ope their ſacred ſtore,
Ne might their voice be heard mid riot and uproar.
XVIII.
Thereto the joys of idleneſs and love,
And luxury, that beſots the nobleſt mind,
And cuſtom prevalent at diſtance drove
All ſenſe and reliſh of a higher kind,
Whereby the ſoul to virtue is refin'd.
Inſtead whereof the arts of ſlavery
Were taught, of ſlavery perverſe and blind,
That vainly boaſts her native liberty,
Yet wears the chains of pride, of luſt, and gluttony.
XIX.
Of which the red-croſs knight right well aware,
Would in no wiſe agree with them to go,
Albeit with courtly glee their leader fair,
y Hight Politeſſa, him did kindly woo.
[90]
But all was falſe pretence, and hollow ſhow,
Falſe as the flow'rs which to their breaſts they ty'd,
Or thoſe which ſeemed in their cheeks to glow,
For both were falſe, and not by nature dy'd,
Falſe rivals of the ſpring, and beauty's roſy pride.
XX.
Then from behind them ſtraitway gan advaunce,
An uncouth ſtripling quaintly habited,
As for ſome revel maſk, or antick daunce,
All chequer'd o'er with yellow, blue, and red;
Als in a vizor black he ſhrouds his head,
The which he toſſed to and fro amain,
And z eft his lathy falchion brandiſhed,
As if he meant fierce battle to a darrain
And like a wanton ape eft ſkip'd he on the plain.
XXI.
And eſt about him ſkip'd a gaudy throng
Of youthful gallants, frolick, trim, and gay,
Chanting in careleſs notes their amourous ſong,
Match'd with like careleſs geſts, like amourous play.
Als were they gorgeous, dreſs'd in rich array,
And well accepted of that female train,
Whoſe hearts to joy and mirth devoted aye,
Each proffer'd love receive without diſdain,
And part without regret from each late-favour'd ſwain.
[91]XXII.
And now they do accord in wanton daunce
To join their hands upon the flow'ry plain;
The whiles with amourous leer and eyes aſkaunce
Each damſel fires with love her glowing ſwain;
Till all-impatient of the tickling pain,
In ſudden laughter forth at once they break,
And ending ſo their daunce, each tender twain
To ſhady bow'rs forthwith themſelves betake,
Deep hid in myrtle groves, beſide a ſilver lake.
XXIII.
Thereat the red-croſs knight was much enmov'd,
And gan his heart with indignation ſwell,
To view in forms ſo made to be belov'd,
Ne faith, ne truth, ne heav'nly virtue dwell;
But luſt inſtead, and falſhood, child of hell;
And glutton ſloth, and love of gay attire:
And ſooth to ſay, them well could parallel
Their luſty b paramours in vain deſire;
Well fitted to each dame was every gallant ſquire.
XXIV.
Yet when their ſovereign calls them forth to arms,
Their ſovereign, whoſe c beheſts they moſt revere,
Right wiſely can they menage war's alarms,
And wield with valour great the martial ſpear,
[92] So that their name is dreaded far and near.
Oh! that for Liberty they ſo did fight!
Then need not Fairy-land their proweſs fear,
Ne give in charge to her advent'rous knight
Their friendſhip to beware, and ſenſe-deluding ſleight.
XXV.
But not for liberty they wagen war,
But ſolely to d aggrate their mighty lord,
For whom their deareſt blood they e nillen ſpare,
Whenſo him liſteth draw the conquering ſword;
So is that idol vain of them ador'd,
Who ne with might beyond his meaneſt thrall
Endued, ne with ſuperior wiſdom ſtor'd,
Sees at his feet proſtrated millions fall,
And with religious drad obey his princely call.
XXVI.
Thereto ſo high and ſtately was his port,
That all the petty kings him ſore envy'd,
And would him imitate in any ſort,
With-all the mimick pageantry of pride,
And worſhip'd be like him, and deify'd
Of courtly ſycophants and f captives vile,
Who to thoſe ſervices themſelves apply'd,
And in that ſchool of ſervitude ere while
Had learn'd to bow and grin, and flatter and beguile.
[93]XXVII.
For to that ſeminary of faſhions vain
The rich and noble from all parts repair,
Where grown enamour'd of the gaudy train,
And courteous haviour gent and debonair,
They caſt to imitate ſuch ſemblaunce fair;
And deeming meanly of their native lond,
Their own rough virtues they diſdain to wear,
And back returning dreſs'd by foreign hond,
Ne other matter care, ne other underſtond.
XXVIII.
Wherefore th' enchaunter vile, who ſore was griev'd
To ſee the knight reject thoſe damſels gay,
Wherewith he thought him ſure to have deceiv'd,
Was minded to that court him to convey,
And daze his eyen with Majeſty's bright ray:
So to a ſtately caſtle he him brought,
Which in the midſt of a great garden lay,
And wiſely was by cunning craftſmen wrought,
And with all riches deck'd ſurpaſſing human thought.
XXIX.
There underneath a ſumptuous canopy,
That with bright ore and diamonds glitter'd far,
Sate the ſwoln form of royal g Surquedry,
And deem'd itſelf h allgates ſome creature rare,
[94] While its own haughty ſtate it mote compare
With the baſe count'nance of the vaſſal fry,
That ſeem'd to have nor eye, nor tongue, nor ear,
Ne any ſenſe, ne any faculty,
That did not to his throne owe ſervile miniſtry.
XXX.
Yet wiſt he not that half that homage low
Was at a wizard's ſhrine in private pay'd,
The which conducted all that goodly ſhow,
And as he liſt th' imperial puppet play'd,
By ſecret ſprings and wheels right wiſely made,
That he the ſubtle wires mote not i avize,
But deem in ſooth that all he did or ſaid,
From his own motion and free grace did riſe,
And that he juſtly hight immortal, great, and wiſe.
XXXI.
And eke to each of that fame gilded train,
That meekly round that lordly throne did ſtand,
Was by that wizard ty'd a magick chain,
Whereby their actions all he mote command,
And rule with hidden influence the land.
Yet to his lord he outwardly did bend,
And thoſe ſame magick chains within his hand
Did ſeem to place, albeit by the end
He held them faſt, that none them from his gripe mote rend
[95]XXXII.
He was to weet an old and wrinkled mage,
Deep read in all the arts of policy,
And from experience grown ſo crafty ſage,
That none his ſecret counſels mote deſcry,
Ne ſearch the mines of his deep ſubtlety.
Thereto fair peace he lov'd and cheriſhed;
And traffick did promote and induſtry,
Whereby the vulgar were in quiet fed,
And the proud lords in eaſe and plenty wallowed.
XXXIII.
Thence all the gorgeous ſplendor of the court,
k Sith the ſole bus'neſs of the rich and great,
Was to that hope-built temple to reſort,
And round their earthly god in glory wait,
Who with their pride to ſwell his royal ſtate,
Did pour large ſums of gold on every one,
Brought him by harpies fell, him to aggrate,
And torn from peaſants vile, beneath the throne
Who lay, deep ſunk in earth, and inwardly did groan.
XXXIV.
Behold, ſays ARCHIMAGE, the envy'd height
Of human grandeur to the gods ally'd!
Behold yon ſun of pow'r, whoſe glorious light,
O'er this rejoicing land out-beaming wide,
[96] Calls up thoſe princely flowers on every ſide:
Which like the painted daughters of the plain,
Ne toil, ne ſpin, ne ſtain their ſilken pride
With care or ſorrow, ſith withouten pain,
Them in eternal joy thoſe heav'nly beams maintain.
XXXV.
Them morn and evening joy eternal greets,
And for them thouſands and ten thouſands l moil,
Gathering from land and ocean honied ſweets
For them, who in ſoft indolence the while
And ſlumb'ring peace enjoy the luſcious ſpoil;
And as they view around the careful bees
m Foreſpent with labour and inceſſant toil,
With the ſweet contraſt learn themſelves to pleaſe,
And heighten by compare the luxury of eaſe.
XXXVI.
Ungenerous man, quoth then the Fairy knight,
That can rejoice to ſee another's woe!
And thou, unworthy of that glory bright,
Wherewith the gods have deck'd thy princely brow,
That doſt on Sloth and Gluttony beſtow
The hard-earn'd fruits of Induſtry and Pain,
And to the dogs the labourer's morſel throw,
Unmindful of the hand that ſow'd the grain,
The poor earth-trodden root of all thy greatneſs vain.
[97]XXXVII.
Oh! foul abuſe of ſacred Majeſty,
That boaſteth her fair ſelf from heav'n yſprong!
Where are the marks of thy divinity?
Truth, Mercy, Juſtice ſteady, bold and ſtrong,
To aid the meek, and curb oppreſſive wrong?
Where is the care and love of publick good,
That to the people's father doth belong?
Where the vice-gerent of that bounteous God,
Who bids diſpenſe to all, what he for all beſtow'd?
XXXVIII.
Dwell'ſt thou not rather, like the prince of Hell,
In Pandemonium foul of ugly fiends?
Diſſimulation, Diſcord, Malice fell,
Reckleſs Ambiton, that right onward n wends,
Tho' his wild march o'erthrow both fame and friends,
And virtue and his country; crooked Guile,
Obliquely creeping to his treach'rous ends,
And Flattery, curs'd aſſaſſm, who the while
He holds the murd'rous knife, can ſawn, and kiſs, and ſmile.
XXXIX.
Then 'gan he ſtrait unvail the mirrour bright,
The which fair o Una gave him heretofore,
Ere he as yet, with p Paynim foe to fight,
For foreign land had left his native ſhore.
[98] This in his careful breaſt he always bore,
And on it oft would caſt his wary eye;
For it by magick framed was of yore,
So that no falſhood mote it well abye,
But it was plainly ſeen, or fearfully did fly.
XL.
This on that gay aſſembly did he turn,
And ſaw confounded quite the gawdy ſcene;
Saw the cloſe fire that inwardly did burn,
And waſte the throbbing heart with ſecret q teen;
Saw baſe dependence in the haughty mien
Of lords and princes; ſaw the magick chain
That each did wear, but deem'd he wore unſeen,
The whiles with count'naunce glad he hid his pain,
And homage did require from each poor lowly ſwain.
XLI.
And tho' to that old mage they louted down,
Yet did they dearly wiſh for his decay:
Als trembled he, and aye upon the throne
Of his great lord his tottering ſteps did ſtay,
And oft behind him ſkulk'd for great diſmay;
Als ſhook the throne, when ſo the villain crew,
That underneath oppreſs'd and groveling lay,
Impatient of the grievous burthen grew,
And loudly for redreſs and liberty did ſue.
[99]XLII.
There mote he likewiſe ſee a ribbald train
Of dancers, broid'rers, ſlaves of luxury,
Who caſt o'er all thoſe lords and ladies vain
A vail of ſemblaunce fair, and richeſt dye,
That none their inward baſeneſs mote deſcry.
But nought was hidden from that mirrour bright,
Which when falſe ARCHIMAGO 'gan eſpy,
He feared for himſelf, and warn'd the knight
From ſo deteſted place to maken ſpeedy flight.
XLIII.
So on he paſſed, till he comen hath
To a ſmall river, that full ſlow did glide,
As it uneath mote find its watry path
For ſtones and rubbiſh, that did choak its tide,
So lay the mould'ring piles on every ſide.
Seem'd there a goodly city once had been,
Albeit now fallen were her royal pride,
Yet mote her auncient greatneſs ſtill be ſeen,
Still from her ruins prov'd the world's imperial queen.
XLIV.
For the rich ſpoil of all the continents,
The boaſt of art and nature there was brought,
Corinthian braſs, Aegyptian monuments,
With hieroglyphick ſculptures all inwrought,
[100] And Parian marbles, by Greek artiſts taught
To counterfeit the forms of heroes old,
And ſet before the eye of ſober thought
Lycurgus, Homer, and Alcides bold.
All theſe and many more that may not here be told.
XLV.
There in the middeſt of a ruin'd pile,
That ſeem'd a theatre of circuit vaſt,
Where thouſands might be ſeated, he erewhile
Diſcover'd hath an uncouth trophy plac'd;
Seem'd a huge heap of ſtones together caſt
In nice diſorder and wild ſymmetry,
Urns, broken freezes, ſtatues half defac'd,
And pedeſtals with antique imagery
Emboſs'd, and pillars huge of coſtly Porphyry.
XLVI.
Aloft on this ſtrange baſis was r ypight
With girlonds gay adorn'd a golden chair,
In which aye ſmiling with ſelf-bred delight,
In careleſs pride reclin'd a lady fair,
And to ſoft muſick lent her idle ear;
The which with pleaſure ſo did her enthrall,
That for aught elſe ſhe had but little care,
For wealth, or fame, or honour feminal,
Or gentle love, ſole king of pleaſures natural.
[101]XLVII.
Als by her ſide, in richeſt robes array'd,
An eunuch ſate, of viſage pale and dead,
Unſeemly paramour for royal maid!
Yet him ſhe courted oft and honoured,
And oft would by her place in princely s ſted,
Though from the dregs of earth he ſpringen were,
And oft with regal crowns ſhe deck'd his head,
And oft, to ſooth her vain and fooliſh ear,
She bade him the great names of mighty t Keſars bear.
XLVIII.
Thereto herſelf a pompous title bore,
For ſhe was vain of her great aunceſtry,
But vainer ſtill of that prodigious ſtore
Of arts and learning, which ſhe vaunts to lie
In the rich archives of her treaſury.
Theſe ſhe to ſtrangers oftentimes would ſhew,
With grave demean and ſolemn vanity,
Then proudly claim as to her merit due,
The venerable praiſe and title of Vertù.
XLIX.
Vertù ſhe was u yclep'd, and held her court
With outward ſhews of pomp and majeſty,
To which natheleſs few others did reſort,
But men of baſe and vulgar induſtry,
[102] Or ſuch perdy as of them cozen'd be,
Mimes, fidlers, pipers, ennuchs ſqueaking ſine,
Painters and builders, ſons of maſonry,
Who well could meaſure with the rule and line,
And all the orders five right craftily define.
L.
But other ſkill of cunning architect,
How to contrive the houſe for dwelling beſt,
With ſelf-ſufficient ſcorn they wont neglect,
As correſponding with their purpoſe leaſt;
And herein be they copied of the reſt,
Who aye pretending love of ſcience fair,
And gen'rous purpoſe to adorn the breaſt
With liberal arts, to Vertu's court repair,
Yet nought but tunes and names, and coins away do bear.
LI.
For long, to viſit her once-honour'd ſeat
The ſtudious ſons of learning have forbore;
Who whilom thither ran with pilgrim feet
Her venerable reliques to adore,
And load their boſoms with the ſacred ſtore,
Whereof the world large treaſure yet enjoys.
But w ſithence ſhe declin'd from wiſdom's lore,
They left her to diſplay her pompous toys
To virtuoſi vain, and wonder-gaping boys.
[103]LII.
Forthy to her a numerous train doth x long
Of uſhers in her court well practiſed,
Who aye about the monied ſtranger throng,
Off'ring with ſhews of courteous y bountihed
Him through the rich apartments all to lead,
And ſhew him all the wonders of her ſtate,
Whoſe names and price they wiſely can z areed,
And tell of coins of old and modern date,
And pictures falſe and true right-well diſcriminate.
LIII.
Als are they named after him, whoſe tongue
Shook the dictator in his curule chair,
And thund'ring through the Roman ſenate, rung
His bold Philippics in Antonius' ear;
Which when the Fairy hear'd, he ſigh'd full dear,
And caſting round his quick diſcerning eye,
At every a deal he dropt a manly tear,
As he the ſtately buildings mote deſcry,
Baths, theatres and fanes in mould'ring fragments lie.
[104]LIV.
And, oh! imperial city! then he ſaid,
How art thou tumbled from thine Alpine throne!
Whereon, like Jove on high Olympus' head,
Thou ſittedſt erſt unequal'd and alone,
And madedſt through the world thy greatneſs known;
While from the weſtern iſles, to Indus' ſhore,
From ſeven-mouth'd Nilus, to the frozen Don,
Thy dradded bolts the ſtrong-pounc'd Eagle bore,
And taught the nations round thy Faſces to adore!
LV.
And doth among thy reliques nought remain,
No little portion of that haughty ſpright?
Which made thee whilom ſcorn ſoft Pleaſure's chain,
And in free Virtue place thy ch 500 Internal Server Error

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java.lang.RuntimeException: net.sf.saxon.s9api.SaxonApiException: I/O error reported by XML parser processing char:EOLhyphen
	at com.google.common.base.Throwables.propagate(Throwables.java:234)
	at info.textgrid.services.aggregator.html.HTMLWriter.write(HTMLWriter.java:302)
	at org.apache.cxf.jaxrs.provider.BinaryDataProvider.writeTo(BinaryDataProvider.java:176)
	at org.apache.cxf.jaxrs.utils.JAXRSUtils.writeMessageBody(JAXRSUtils.java:1651)
	at org.apache.cxf.jaxrs.interceptor.JAXRSOutInterceptor.serializeMessage(JAXRSOutInterceptor.java:249)
	at org.apache.cxf.jaxrs.interceptor.JAXRSOutInterceptor.processResponse(JAXRSOutInterceptor.java:122)
	at org.apache.cxf.jaxrs.interceptor.JAXRSOutInterceptor.handleMessage(JAXRSOutInterceptor.java:84)
	at org.apache.cxf.phase.PhaseInterceptorChain.doIntercept(PhaseInterceptorChain.java:307)
	at org.apache.cxf.interceptor.OutgoingChainInterceptor.handleMessage(OutgoingChainInterceptor.java:90)
	at org.apache.cxf.phase.PhaseInterceptorChain.doIntercept(PhaseInterceptorChain.java:307)
	at org.apache.cxf.transport.ChainInitiationObserver.onMessage(ChainInitiationObserver.java:121)
	at org.apache.cxf.transport.http.AbstractHTTPDestination.invoke(AbstractHTTPDestination.java:267)
	at org.apache.cxf.transport.servlet.ServletController.invokeDestination(ServletController.java:233)
	at org.apache.cxf.transport.servlet.ServletController.invoke(ServletController.java:207)
	at org.apache.cxf.transport.servlet.ServletController.invoke(ServletController.java:159)
	at org.apache.cxf.transport.servlet.CXFNonSpringServlet.invoke(CXFNonSpringServlet.java:224)
	at org.apache.cxf.transport.servlet.AbstractHTTPServlet.handleRequest(AbstractHTTPServlet.java:312)
	at org.apache.cxf.transport.servlet.AbstractHTTPServlet.doGet(AbstractHTTPServlet.java:222)
	at jakarta.servlet.http.HttpServlet.service(HttpServlet.java:564)
	at org.apache.cxf.transport.servlet.AbstractHTTPServlet.service(AbstractHTTPServlet.java:279)
	at org.apache.catalina.core.ApplicationFilterChain.internalDoFilter(ApplicationFilterChain.java:193)
	at org.apache.catalina.core.ApplicationFilterChain.doFilter(ApplicationFilterChain.java:138)
	at org.apache.tomcat.websocket.server.WsFilter.doFilter(WsFilter.java:51)
	at org.apache.catalina.core.ApplicationFilterChain.internalDoFilter(ApplicationFilterChain.java:162)
	at org.apache.catalina.core.ApplicationFilterChain.doFilter(ApplicationFilterChain.java:138)
	at org.apache.catalina.core.StandardWrapperValve.invoke(StandardWrapperValve.java:165)
	at org.apache.catalina.core.StandardContextValve.invoke(StandardContextValve.java:88)
	at org.apache.catalina.authenticator.AuthenticatorBase.invoke(AuthenticatorBase.java:482)
	at org.apache.catalina.core.StandardHostValve.invoke(StandardHostValve.java:113)
	at org.apache.catalina.valves.ErrorReportValve.invoke(ErrorReportValve.java:83)
	at org.apache.catalina.core.StandardEngineValve.invoke(StandardEngineValve.java:72)
	at org.apache.catalina.connector.CoyoteAdapter.service(CoyoteAdapter.java:342)
	at org.apache.coyote.http11.Http11Processor.service(Http11Processor.java:399)
	at org.apache.coyote.AbstractProcessorLight.process(AbstractProcessorLight.java:63)
	at org.apache.coyote.AbstractProtocol$ConnectionHandler.process(AbstractProtocol.java:903)
	at org.apache.tomcat.util.net.NioEndpoint$SocketProcessor.doRun(NioEndpoint.java:1774)
	at org.apache.tomcat.util.net.SocketProcessorBase.run(SocketProcessorBase.java:52)
	at org.apache.tomcat.util.threads.ThreadPoolExecutor.runWorker(ThreadPoolExecutor.java:973)
	at org.apache.tomcat.util.threads.ThreadPoolExecutor$Worker.run(ThreadPoolExecutor.java:491)
	at org.apache.tomcat.util.threads.TaskThread$WrappingRunnable.run(TaskThread.java:63)
	at java.base/java.lang.Thread.run(Thread.java:840)
Caused by: net.sf.saxon.s9api.SaxonApiException: I/O error reported by XML parser processing char:EOLhyphen
	at net.sf.saxon.s9api.XsltTransformer.transform(XsltTransformer.java:371)
	at info.textgrid.services.aggregator.html.HTMLWriter.write(HTMLWriter.java:296)
	... 39 more
Caused by: net.sf.saxon.trans.XPathException: I/O error reported by XML parser processing char:EOLhyphen
	at net.sf.saxon.resource.ActiveSAXSource.deliver(ActiveSAXSource.java:245)
	at net.sf.saxon.event.Sender.send(Sender.java:104)
	at net.sf.saxon.functions.DocumentFn.makeDoc(DocumentFn.java:309)
	at net.sf.saxon.functions.DocumentFn$DocumentMappingFunction.mapItem(DocumentFn.java:159)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.ItemMappingIterator.next(ItemMappingIterator.java:161)
	at net.sf.saxon.om.SequenceTool.supply(SequenceTool.java:153)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.sort.DocumentOrderIterator.<init>(DocumentOrderIterator.java:41)
	at net.sf.saxon.functions.DocumentFn.call(DocumentFn.java:130)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.SystemFunctionCall$SystemFunctionCallElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPull$1(SystemFunctionCall.java:608)
	at net.sf.saxon.value.SingletonClosure.asItem(SingletonClosure.java:105)
	at net.sf.saxon.value.SingletonClosure.head(SingletonClosure.java:89)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.LocalVariableReference$LocalVariableReferenceElaborator.lambda$elaborateForItem$2(LocalVariableReference.java:245)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.SimpleStepExpression$SimpleStepExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPull$0(SimpleStepExpression.java:184)
	at net.sf.saxon.functions.Exists$ExistsFnElaborator.lambda$elaborateForBoolean$0(Exists.java:111)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$10(Choose.java:1177)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$4(Block.java:895)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.FixedElement$FixedElementElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$0(FixedElement.java:641)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.LetExpression$LetExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$6(LetExpression.java:942)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TemplateRule.applyLeavingTail(TemplateRule.java:376)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.handleRuleNotNull(Mode.java:587)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.applyTemplates(Mode.java:521)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ApplyTemplates$ApplyTemplatesElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(ApplyTemplates.java:655)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(Block.java:853)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComputedElement$ComputedElementElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(ComputedElement.java:655)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TemplateRule.applyLeavingTail(TemplateRule.java:376)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.handleRuleNotNull(Mode.java:587)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.applyTemplates(Mode.java:521)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ApplyTemplates$ApplyTemplatesElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(ApplyTemplates.java:655)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(Block.java:864)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$13(Choose.java:1198)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.LetExpression$LetExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$6(LetExpression.java:942)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(Block.java:867)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.NamedTemplate.expand(NamedTemplate.java:247)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.CallTemplate$CallTemplateElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(CallTemplate.java:633)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(Block.java:885)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComputedElement$ComputedElementElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(ComputedElement.java:655)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$11(Choose.java:1183)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(Block.java:867)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.NamedTemplate.expand(NamedTemplate.java:247)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.CallTemplate$CallTemplatePackage.processLeavingTail(CallTemplate.java:515)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.Expression.dispatchTailCall(Expression.java:976)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$14(Choose.java:1205)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.LetExpression$LetExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$6(LetExpression.java:942)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TemplateRule.applyLeavingTail(TemplateRule.java:376)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.handleRuleNotNull(Mode.java:587)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.applyTemplates(Mode.java:521)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ApplyTemplates$ApplyTemplatesElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(ApplyTemplates.java:655)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(Block.java:864)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$13(Choose.java:1198)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.LetExpression$LetExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$6(LetExpression.java:942)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(Block.java:867)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.NamedTemplate.expand(NamedTemplate.java:247)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.CallTemplate$CallTemplateElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(CallTemplate.java:633)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(Block.java:885)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComputedElement$ComputedElementElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(ComputedElement.java:655)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$11(Choose.java:1183)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(Block.java:867)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.NamedTemplate.expand(NamedTemplate.java:247)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.CallTemplate$CallTemplatePackage.processLeavingTail(CallTemplate.java:515)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.Expression.dispatchTailCall(Expression.java:976)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$14(Choose.java:1205)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.LetExpression$LetExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$6(LetExpression.java:942)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TemplateRule.applyLeavingTail(TemplateRule.java:376)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.handleRuleNotNull(Mode.java:587)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.applyTemplates(Mode.java:521)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.rules.TextOnlyCopyRuleSet.process(TextOnlyCopyRuleSet.java:72)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.applyTemplates(Mode.java:518)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ApplyTemplates$ApplyTemplatesElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(ApplyTemplates.java:655)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(Block.java:867)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$12(Choose.java:1190)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(Block.java:879)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.NamedTemplate.expand(NamedTemplate.java:247)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.CallTemplate$CallTemplateElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(CallTemplate.java:633)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$4(Block.java:895)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.FixedElement$FixedElementElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$0(FixedElement.java:641)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(Block.java:853)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(Block.java:853)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.FixedElement$FixedElementElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$0(FixedElement.java:641)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$4(Block.java:895)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TemplateRule.applyLeavingTail(TemplateRule.java:376)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.handleRuleNotNull(Mode.java:587)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.applyTemplates(Mode.java:521)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ApplyTemplates$ApplyTemplatesPackage.processLeavingTail(ApplyTemplates.java:553)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.Expression.dispatchTailCall(Expression.java:976)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Block$BlockElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$1(Block.java:853)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$14(Choose.java:1205)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.NamedTemplate.expand(NamedTemplate.java:247)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.CallTemplate$CallTemplatePackage.processLeavingTail(CallTemplate.java:515)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.Expression.dispatchTailCall(Expression.java:976)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TemplateRule.applyLeavingTail(TemplateRule.java:376)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.NextMatch$NextMatchPackage.processLeavingTail(NextMatch.java:171)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.Expression.dispatchTailCall(Expression.java:976)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.Choose$ChooseExprElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$11(Choose.java:1183)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TraceExpression$TraceExpressionElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$3(TraceExpression.java:476)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.ComponentTracer$ComponentTracerElaborator.lambda$elaborateForPush$2(ComponentTracer.java:348)
	at net.sf.saxon.expr.instruct.TemplateRule.applyLeavingTail(TemplateRule.java:376)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.handleRuleNotNull(Mode.java:587)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.Mode.applyTemplates(Mode.java:521)
	at net.sf.saxon.trans.XsltController.applyTemplates(XsltController.java:684)
	at net.sf.saxon.s9api.AbstractXsltTransformer.applyTemplatesToSource(AbstractXsltTransformer.java:431)
	at net.sf.saxon.s9api.XsltTransformer.transform(XsltTransformer.java:359)
	... 40 more
Caused by: java.net.MalformedURLException: unknown protocol: char
	at java.base/java.net.URL.<init>(URL.java:681)
	at java.base/java.net.URL.<init>(URL.java:569)
	at java.base/java.net.URL.<init>(URL.java:516)
	at java.xml/com.sun.org.apache.xerces.internal.impl.XMLEntityManager.setupCurrentEntity(XMLEntityManager.java:650)
	at java.xml/com.sun.org.apache.xerces.internal.impl.XMLVersionDetector.determineDocVersion(XMLVersionDetector.java:150)
	at java.xml/com.sun.org.apache.xerces.internal.parsers.XML11Configuration.parse(XML11Configuration.java:861)
	at java.xml/com.sun.org.apache.xerces.internal.parsers.XML11Configuration.parse(XML11Configuration.java:825)
	at java.xml/com.sun.org.apache.xerces.internal.parsers.XMLParser.parse(XMLParser.java:141)
	at java.xml/com.sun.org.apache.xerces.internal.parsers.AbstractSAXParser.parse(AbstractSAXParser.java:1224)
	at java.xml/com.sun.org.apache.xerces.internal.jaxp.SAXParserImpl$JAXPSAXParser.parse(SAXParserImpl.java:637)
	at net.sf.saxon.resource.ActiveSAXSource.deliver(ActiveSAXSource.java:192)
	... 200 more