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Those seats, whence long excluded, thou must 'Tis long since Cynthia and her train were there, mourn :
Or guardian gods made innocence their care.
Vagrants and qutlaws shall offend thy view :
For such must be my friends, a hideous crew,
Train'd to assault, and disciplin'd to kill;
The beadle's lash still flagrant on their back:
By sloth corrupted, by disorder fed,
Made bold by want, and prostitute for bread :
With such must Emma hunt the tedious day,
Assist their violence, and divide their prey :
Of jest obscene and vulgar ribaldry,
When from the cave thou risest with the day, Must hear the frequent oath, the direful curse,
Now, Emma, now the last reflection make,
Or yield thy virtue, to attain thy love;
Or leave a banish'd man, condemn'd in woods to
Too near the paths which Virtue bids thee shun.
Our outward act is prompted from within ;
By her own choice free Virtue is approv'd ;
Nor by the force of outward objects mov'd.
In vain the Syrens sing, the tempests beat :
Their flattery she rejects, nor fears their threat.
For thee alone these little charms I drest:
Condemn'd them, or absolv'd them by thy test.
Or negligently plac'd for thee alone :
For thee again they shall be laid aside ;
The woman, Henry, shall put off her pride
For thee: my clothes, my sex, exchang’d for thee,
O line extreme of human infamy!
Lest by my look or color be express'd
Let me be grateful still to Henry's eyes;
Nor solitude, nor gentle peace of mind, My fate I can absolve, if he shall own
That, leaving all mankind, I love but him alone.
Why shouldst thou weep? let Nature judge our
case ; O wildest thoughts of an abandon'd mind !
I saw thee young and fair; pursued the chase
Of Youth and Beauty: I another saw
Fairer and younger: yielding to the law
of our all-ruling mother, I pursued Wild to the woods with me : said Emma so?
More youth, more beauty: blest vicissitude ! Or did I dream what Einma never said ?
My active heart still keeps its pristine flame; O guilty error! and O wretched maid !
The object alter'd, the desire the same. Whose roving fancy would resolve the same
This younger, fairer, pleads her rightful charms; With him, who next should tempt her easy fame; And blow with empty words the susceptible flame. With present power compels me to her arms.
And much I fear, from my subjected mind, Now why should doubtful terms thy mind perplex ?
(If Beauty's force to constant love can bind,) Consess ihy frailty, and avow the sex :
That years may roll, ere in her turn the maid
Shall weep the fury of my love decay'd;
Nor can the wildness of thy wishes err
So wide, 10 hope that thou may'st live with her. Are there not poisons, racks, and flames, and Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows : swords,
Cupid averse rejects divided vows: That Emma thus must die by Henry's words ?
Then, from thy foolish heart, vain maid, remove Yet what could swords or poison, racks or flame,
An useless sorrov, and an ill-starr'd love But mangle and disjoint this brittle frame!
And leave me, with the fair, at large in woons to More fatal Henry's words; they murder Emma's fame.
And fall these sayings from that gentle tongue, Where civil speech and soft persuasion hung; Whose artsul sweetness and harmonious strain, Courting my grace, yet courting it in vain,
Are we in life through one great error led ? Callid sighs, and tears, and wishes, 10 its aid;
Is each man perjur'd, and each nymph betray'd ? And, whilst it Henry's glowing flame convey'd,
Of the superior sex art thou the worst? Still blam'd the coldness of the Nut-brown Maid? Am I of mine the most completely curst? Let en vious Jealousy and canker'd Spite
Yet let me go with thee ; and going prove, Produce my actions to severest light,
From what I will endure, how much I love. And tax my open day, or secret night.
This potent beauty, this triumphant fair Did e'er my tongue speak my unguarded heart
This happy object of our different care, The least inclin'd to play the wanton's part ?
Her let me follow; her let me attend Did e'er my eye one inward thought reveal,
A servant (she may scorn the name of friend). Which angels might not hear, and virgins tell ?
What she demands, incessant I 'll prepare : And hast thou, Henry, in my conduct known I'll weave her garlands; and I'll plait her hair : One fault, but that which I must never own,
My busy diligence shall deck her board, That I, of all mankind, have lov'd but thee alone? (For there at least I may approach my lord,)
And, when her Henry's softer hours advise
His servant's absence, with dejected eyes
Far I'll recede, and sighs forbid to rise.
Yet, when increasing grief brings slow disease, False are our words, and fickle is our mind :
And ebbing life, on terms severe as these, Nor in Love's ritual can we ever find
Will have its little lamp no longer sed; Vows made to last, or promises to bind.
When Henry's mistress shows him Emma dead; By Nature prompted, and for empire made,
Rescue my poor remains from vile neglect, Alike by strength or cunning we invade :
With virgin honors let my hearse be deckt,
And decent emblem; and at least persuade
Where thou, dear author of my death, where she, Delusive sighs and brittle vows we bear;
With frequent eye my sepulchre may see. Our falsehood and our arms have equal use ;
The nymph amidst her joys may haply breathe As they our conquest or delight produce.
One pions sigh, reflecting on my death, The foolish heart thou gav'st, again receive,
And the sad fate which she may one day prove, The only boon departing love can give.
Who hopes from Henry's vows eternal love. To be less wretched, be no longer true;
And thou forsworn, thou cruel, as thou art, What strives to fly thee, why shouldst thou pursue? If Emma's image ever touch'd thy heart; Forget the present fiame, indulge a new;
Thou sure must give one thought, and drop one tear Single the loveliest of the
To her, whom love abandon’d to despair;
amorous youth :
To her, who, dying, on the wounded stone
thou shalt believe)
Bid it in lasting characters be known. to deceive;
That, of mankind, she lov'd but thee alone. , implore,
Will pawn, in fores, pintenant
Be wise and false, shun Change thou the first,
Tercome, and leave. arrows right;
seek delight: ihy lover's flight.
Hear, solemn Jove; and conscious Venus, hear; And thou, bright maid, believe me whilst I swear.
No time, no change, no future flame, shall move Nor happiness can I, nor misery feel,
From any turn of her fantastic wheel :
Friendship's great laws, and Love's superior powers, At least, excuse a trial too severe:
Must mark the color of my future hours. Receive the triumph, and forget the war.
From the events which thy commands create, No banish'd man, condemn'd in woods to rove, I must my blessings or my sorrows date ; Entreats thy pardon, and implores thy love : And Henry's will must dictate Emma's fate. No perjur'd knight desires to quit thy arras,
Yet, while with close delight and inward pride Fairest collection of thy sex's charms,
(Which from the world my careful soul shall hide) Crown of my love, and honor of my youth! I see thee, lord and end of my desire, Henry, thy Henry, with eternal truth,
Exalted high as virtue can require ; As thou may'st wish, shall all his life employ, With power invested, and with pleasure cheer'd; And found his glory in his Emma's joy.
Sought by the good, by the oppressor fear'd; In me behold the potent Edgar's heir,
Loaded and blest with all the affluent store, Illustrious earl: him terrible in war
Which human vows at smoking shrines implore ; Let Loyre confess, for she has felt his sword, Grateful and humble grant me to employ And trembling fled before the British lord. My lise subservient only to thy joy ; Him great in peace and wealth fair Deva knows; And at my death to bless thy kindness shown For she amidst his spacious meadows flows; To her, who of mankind could love but ihee alone. Inclines her urn upon his fatlen'd lands; And sees his numerous herds imprint her sands. While thus the constant pair alternate said, And thou, my fair, my dove, shalt raise thy Joyful above them and around them play'd thought
Angels and sportive Loves, a numerous crowd ; To greatness next to empire: shalt be brought Smiling they clapt their wings, and low they low'd. With solemn pomp to my paternal seat;
They tumbled all their liule quivers o'er, Where peace and plenty on thy word shall, wait. To choose propitious shafis, a precious store ; Music and song shall wake the marriage-day; That, when their god should take his future darts, And, whilst the priests accuse the bride's delay, To strike (however rarely) constant hearts, Myrtles and roses shall obstruct her way. His happy skill might proper arms employ, Friendship shall still thy evening feasts adorn; All tipt with pleasure, and all wing'd with joy : And blooming Peace shall ever bless thy morn. And those, they vow'd, whose lives should imitate Succeeding years their happy race shall run, These lovers' constancy, should share their fate. And Age, unheeded, by delight come on:
The queen of beauty stopt her bridled doves; While yet superior Love shall mock his power : Approv'd the little labor of the Loves; And when old Time shall turn the fated hour, Was proud and pleas'd the mutual vow to hear; Which only can our well-tied knot unfold, And to the triumph callid the god of war: What rests of both, one sepulchre shall hold. Soon as she calls, the god is always near.
Hence then for ever from my Emma's breast, " Now, Mars," she said, “let Fame exalt her (That heaven of softness, and that seat of rest,)
voice : Ye doubts and fears, and all that know to move Nor let thy conquests only be her choice : Tormenting grief, and all that trouble love, But, when she sings great Edward from the field Scatter'd by winds recede, and wild in forests rove. Return'd, the hostile spear and captive shield
In Concord's temple hung, and Gallia taught to EMMA. .
And when as prudent Saturn shall complete O day, the fairest sure that ever rose!
The years design'd to perfect Britain's stale, Period and end of anxious Emma's woes ! The swift-wing'd power shall take her trump again, Sire of her joy, and source of her delight; To sing her favorite Anna's wondrous reign; 0! wing'd with pleasure, take thy happy flight, To recollect unwearied Marlborough's toils, And give each future morn a tincture of thy white. Old Rufus' hall unequal 10 his spoils ; Yet tell thy volary, potent queen of love, The British soldier from his high command Henry, my Henry, will he never rove?
Glorious, and Gaul thrice vanquish'd by his hand :
With second breath the vocal brass inspire ;
What wars I manage, and what wreaths I gain. Doubt shall for ever quit my strengthen'd heart, And, when thy tumults and thy fights are past; And anxious jealousy's corroding smart;
And when thy laurels at my feet are cast; Nor other inmate shall inhabit there,
Faithful may'st thou, like British Henry, prove : But soft Belief, young Joy, and pleasing Care. And, Emma-like, let me return thy love.
Hence let the tides of plenty ebb and flow, “Renown'd for truth, let all thy sons appear; And Fortune's various gale unheeded blow. And constant beauty shall reward their care." If at my feet the suppliant goddess stands,
Mars smild, and bow'd: the Cyprian deity And sheds her treasure with unwearied hands; Turn'd to the glorious ruler of the sky; Her present favor cautious I'll embrace,
"And thou,” she smiling said, “ great god of days And not unthankful use the proffer'd grace: And verse, behold my deed, and sing my praise ; If she reclaims the lemporary boon,
As on the British earth, my favorite isle,
Through all her laughing fields and verdant grores, And unconcern'd return the goods she lent. Proclaim with joy these memorable loves.
From every annual course let one great day
THE PROGRESS OF THE MIND.
IN THREE CANTOES.
Πάντα γέλως, και πάντα κόνις, και πάντα το μηδέν.
Incert. ap. Stobaum.
MATTHEW* met Richard,+ when or where
Here Matthew said, “ Alma in verse, in prose the Mind, By Aristotle's
defin'd, Throughout the body, squat or tall, Is, bonâ fide, all in all. And yet, slap-dash, is all again In every sinew, nerve, and vein : Runs here and there, like Hamlet's ghost ; While everywhere she rules the roast.
" This system, Richard, we are told, The men of Oxford firmly hold. The Cambridge wits, you know, deny With ipse dixit to comply. They say, (for in good truth they speak With small respect of that old Greek,) That, putting all his words together, 'Tis three blue beans in one blue bladder.
“ Alma, they strenuously maintain, Sits cock-horse on her throne, the brain ; And from that seat of thought dispenses Her sovereign pleasure to the senses. Two optic nerves, they say, she ties, Like spectacles, across the eyes ; By which the spirits bring her word, Whene'er the balls are fix'd or stirr d, How quick at park and play they strike ; The duke they court; the coast they like ; And at St. James's From former friends, “Without these aids,
place. more serious,
The eyes might have conspir'd her ruin,
“Wise Nature likewise, they suppose,
By nerves about our palate plac'd,
“ Hence, too, that she might better hear,
“ Last, to enjoy ber sense of feeling,
“ Thus, while the judge gives different journeys
The scholars of the Stagyrite,
Her power, they hold,
out ре been precarious :
What could the head perform alone,
“ Nor matters it, that you can show
“ If, therefore, as we must suppose,
“Note here, Lucretius dares to teach
“A man first builds a country-seat,
And saddled Ball, with thoughts so wild,
Before he knew she was with child. And no man ever reapt his corn,
Or from the oven drew his bread, Ere hinds and bakers yet were born,
That taught them both to sow and knead. Before they 're ask'd, can maids refuse? Can"—“ Pray," says Dick,“ hold in your Muse. While you Pindaric truths rehearse, She hobbles in alternate verse."“ Verse,” Mat replied ; " is that my care ?"“Go on," quoth Richard, “ soft and fair."
“This looks, friend Dick, as Nature had
Still to their size he aim'd his skill:
"Next, Dick, if Chance herself should vary,
“But Wisdom, peevish and cross-grain'd,
“ The commentators on old Ari.
“ Theodoret and Origen,
“ These different systems, old or new,
Old Aristotle with Gassendus,
“Here, Richard, let my scheme commence;
“My simple system shall suppose That Alma enters at the toes;