inserted a Catalogue of what Poems are contained in the three former Miscellanies A Table to the first part of Miscellany Poems MAc Flecno Absolom and Achitophel The Medal By Mr. Dryden Several of Ovid's Elegies Book the First Elegy the first By Mr. Cooper The second Elegy By Mr. Creech The fourth Elegy By Sir Car. Scrope The fifth By Mr. Duke The eighth Elegy By Sir Ch. Sidley Out of the Second Book Elegy the first By Mr. Adams Elegy the fifth By Sir Ch. Sidley Elegy the sixth By Mr. Creech Elegy the seventh By Mr. Creech Elegy the eighth By Mr. Creech The same by another Hand Elegy the ninth By the late Earl of Rochester Ellegy the twelfth by Mr. Creech Elegy the fifteenth by Mr. Adams Elegy the nineteenth By Mr. Dryden Out of the Third Book Elegy the fourth By Sir Ch. Sidley Elegy the fifth Elegy the sixth By Mr. Rimer Elegy the ninth By Mr. Stepny Elegy the thirteenth By Mr. Tate The same by another Hand Part of Virgil's fourth Georgic Englished by the E. of M. The parting of Sireno and Diana By Sir Car. Scrope Lucretia out of Ovid de Fastis On Mr. Dryden's Religio Laici By the Earl of Roscomon Upon Mr. Dryden's Religio Laici Odes of Horace The twenty second Ode of the first Book by the Earl of Roscomon The sixth Ode of the third Book By the Earl of Roscomon The fourth Ode of the first Book The fourth Ode of the second Book By Mr. Duke The eighth Ode of the second Book By Mr. Duke The ninth Ode of the third Book By Mr. Duke The same by another Hand The ninth Ode of the fourth Book By Mr. Stepny The fifteenth Ode of the second Book The sixteenth Ode of the second Book by Mr. Otway The first Epode of Horace The third Elegy of the first Book of Propertius By Mr. Adams Faeda est in Coitu c. out of Petronius Epistle from R. D. to T. O. A letter to a friend An Elegy out of the Latin of Francis Remond Amarillis or the third Idyllium of Theocritus Paraphras'd by Mr. Dryden Pharmacutria out of Theocritus By Mr. Bowles The Cyclops the eleventh Idyllium of Theocritus Englished by Mr. Duke To Dr. Short To absent Caelia Prologue to the University of Oxford By Mr. Dryden Epilogue to the same By Mr. Dryden Prologue at Oxford in 1674 By Mr. Dryden The Epilogue Prologue at Oxford Prologue at Oxford By Mr. Dryden Prologue at Oxford 1680. By Mr. Dryden Prologue to Albumazar Revived By Mr. Dryden Prologue to Arviragus By Mr. Dryden Prologue spoken the first day of the King's House acting after the Fire By Mr. Dryden Prologue for the Women at the Old Theatre By Mr. Dryden Prologue at the opening the New House By Mr. Dryden Epilogue by the same Author An Epilogue By Mr. Dryden An Epilogue spoken at the King's House Prologue to the Princess of Cleves Epilogue to the same Written by Mr. Dryden Epilogue for Calisto when acted at Court A Poem spoken to thi Queen at Trinity Colledge in Cambridge Floriana a Pastoral upon the Death of the Dutchess of Southampton By Mr. Duke The Tears of Amynta for the Death of Damon By Mr. Dryden The praises of Italy out of Virgil's second Georgick By Mr. Chetwood 303 Virgil's Eclogues Translated by several Hands THE first Eclogue by John Caril Esq The second By Mr. Tate The same By Mr. Creech The third Eclogue By Mr. Creech The fourth By Mr. Dryden The fifth By Mr. Duke The sixth By the Earl of Roscomon The seventh By Mr. Adams The eighth By Mr. Stafford The same by Mr. Chetwood The ninth Eclogue By Mr. Dryden The tenth Eclogue By Mr. Stafford The last Eclogue Translated or rather imitated in the Year 1666. A Table to the Second Part of Miscellany Poems THe entire Episode of Nisus and Euryalus Translated from the 5th and 9th Books of Virgil's Aeneids by Mr. Dryden The entire Episode of Mezentius and Lausus Translated out of the 10th Book of Virgils Aeneids by Mr. Dryden The Speech of Venus to Vulcan Translated out of the the 8th Book of Virgils Aeneids by Mr. Dryden The beginning of the First Book of Lucretius Translated by Mr. Dryden The beginning of the Second Book of Lucretius Translated by Mr. Dryden The Translation of the latter part of the Third Book of Lucretius Against the Fear of Death by Mr. Dryden Lucretius the Fourth Book concerning the Nature of Love beginning at this Line Sic igitur Veneris qui telis accipit ictum c. by Mr. Dryden From Lucretius Book the Fifth Tum porro puer c. by Mr. Dryden Theocrit Idyllium the 18. the Epithalamium of Helen and Menelaus by Mr. Dryden Theocrit Idyllium the 23 d. the Despairing Lover by Mr. Dryden Daphnis from Theocritus Idyll 27. by Mr. Dryden The Third Ode of the first Book of Horace Inscrib'd to the Earl of Roscomon on his intended Voyage to Ireland by Mr. Dryden The 9th Ode of the first Book of Horace by Mr. Dryden The 29th Ode of the Third Book of Horace Paraphras'd in Pindarick Verse and inscrib'd to the Right Honourable Lawrence E. of Rochester by Mr. Dryden From Horace Epode 2d by Mr. Dryden Part of Virgils 4th Georgick Englished by an unknown Hand The Sixth Elegy of the First Book of Tibullus Ovid's Dream A Prologue intended for the Play of Duke and no Duke The Fourteenth Ode of the Second Book of Horace The First Idyllium of Theocritus Translated into English The Reapers the 10th Idyllium of Theocritus Englished by William Bowles Fellow of Kings-Colledge in Cambridge The 12th Idyllium of Theocritus The 19th Idyllium of Theocritus The Complaint of Ariadna out of Catullus by Mr. William Bowles The 20th Idyllium of Theocritus by Mr. William Bowles To Lesbia out of Catullus The Lesbia To Lesbia A Petition to be freed from Love The 12th Elegy of the 2d Book of Ovid The 16th Elegy of the 2d Book of Ovid. The 19th Elegy of the Third Book Of Natures Changes from Lucretius Book the 5th by a Person of Quality The 7th Ode of the 4th Book of Horace Englished by an unknown Hand The 10th Ode of the 2d Book of Horace The 18th Epistle of the first Book of Horace The 2d Satyr of the first Book of Horace Englished by Mr. Stafford The 4th Elegy of the 2d Book of Ovid. Elegy the 11th Lib. 5. De Trist. Ovid complains of his 3 years Banishmen An Ode Sung before the King on New-Years Day Vpon the late Ingenious Translation of P. Simons Critical History by H. D. Esq Horti Arlingtoniani ad Clarissimum Dominum Henricum Comitem Arlingtoniae c. by Mr. Charles Dryden A New Song by Mr. Dryden A Song by Mr. Dryden On the Death of Mr. Oldham On the Kings-House now Building at Winchester The Episode of the Death of Camilla c. by Mr. Stafford A Table to the Third Part of the Miscellany Poems THE First Book of Ovid's Metamorphoses Transl into English
Verse by Mr. Dryden The Golden Age. By the fame The Silver Age. By the same The Brazen Age. By the same The Iron Age By the same The Gyant 's War By the same The Transformation of Daphne into a Lawrel By the same The Transformation of Io into a Heifar By the same The Eyes of Argos Transform'd into a Peacocks Train By the same The Transformation of Syrinx into Reeds By the same The Phable of Iphis and Janthe from the Ninth Book of the Metamorphoses Englished by Mr. Dryden The Fable of Acis Polyphemus and Galatea from the Thirteenth Book of the Metamorphoses Englished by Mr. Dryden On Mr. Hobbs By the Earl of Mulgrave On the Death of the Learned Mr. John Selden Against Immoderate Grief To a young Lady weeping An Ode in imitation of Casimire By Mr. Yalden 111 To the Returning Sun By J. H. Against the Fear of Death By a Person of Honour 117 The Dream Occasioned by the Death of the most Noble and Vertuous Lady Elizabeth Seymour Mother to his Grace the Duke of Somerset By Mr. J. Talbot A Hymn to the Morning In Praise of Light An Ode By Mr. Yalden A Hymn to Darkness By Mr Yalden Aeneas his meeting with Dido in the Elysian Fields Being a Translation of the Sixth Book of Virgil's Aenids By Mr. Wolsley Out of the Italian of Fulvio Testi to Count Montecuccoli Against Pride upon sudden Advancement Catullus Epig. 19. By the same Hand as the former Out of the Greek of Menage By the same Hand as the former Invitation into the Country In imitation of the 34th Epig. of Catullus By the same Hand as the former On Mrs. Arabella Hunt Singing A Pindarique Ode By Mr. Congreve To a Person of Honour Upon his Incomparable Incomprehensible Poem By Mr. Waller On the same by Dr. S. Another on the same By Mr. Mat. Clifford On the same By the Ld. V. On two Verses out of the same By the Duke of Buckingham To the Prince and Princess of Orange upon their Marriage By Nat. Lee. Against Sloath. When the King was at Oxford What art thou Love By Mr J. Allestry Verses spoken before the Duke and Dutchess of York and Lady Anne in Oxford Theatre By the Ld. S and Mr. C. Humane Life suppos'd to be spoken by an Epicure in imitation of the second Chapter of the Wisdom of Solomon A Pindarique Ode Inscribed to the Lord Hunsdon By Mr. Yalden To Mr. Waller Upon the Copy of Verses made by himself on the last Copy in his Book Elegy Occasion'd by the Reading and Transcribing Mr. Edmund Waller's Poem of Divine Love since his Death By Mr. J. Talbot Moschus Idyl 1st Done into English by Mr. J. R. Against Enjoyment By Mr. Yalden Priam's Lamentation and Petition to Achilles for the Body of his Son Hector Translated from the Greek of Homer By Mr. Congreve The Lamentations of Hecuba Andromache and Helen over the dead Body of Hector Translated from the Greek of Homer By Mr. Congreve Paraphrase upon Horace Ode 19. Lib. 1. By Mr. Congreve Horace Lib. 2. Ode 14. Imitated by Mr. Congreve An Ode in Imitation of Horace Ode 9. Lib. 1. By Mr. Congreve To the Dutchess on her Return from Scotland in the Year 1682. By Mr. Dryden A Song for St. Cecilia's Day 1687. Written by John Dryden Esquire and Compos'd by Mr. John Baptist Draghi To Mr. Dryden By Mr. Jo. Addison To Mr. Dryden on his Translation of Persius By Mr. B. Higgons To Sir Godfrey Kneller drawing my Lady Hides Picture By Mr. B. Higgons Song on a Lady indispos'd By Mr. Higgons Song to a Fair young Lady going out of the Town in the Spring By Mr. Dryden A Song by my Ld. R A Song by my Ld. R A Paean or Song of Triumph on the Translation and Apothesis of King Charles the Second By my Ld. R Out of Horace By my Ld. R. To a Lady who Raffling for the King of France's Picture flung the highest Chances on the Dice By Mr. B. Higgons On my Lady Sandwich's being stay'd in Town by the immoderate Rain By Mr. B. Higgons Ovid's Love-Elegies Book 1. Eleg. 7. To his Mistress whom he had beaten By Henry Cromwell Esq Ovid's Love-Elegies Book 1. Eleg. 8. Of Love and War By Henry Cromwell Esquire Ovid's Love-Elegies Book 1. Eleg. 10. To his Mercenary Mistress By Henry Cromwell Esquire Ovid's Love-Elegies Book 1. Eleg. 15. Of the Immortality of the Muses Inscrib'd to Mr. Dryden By Henry Cromwell Esquire Ovid's Love-Elegies Book 3. Eleg. 2. To his Mistress at the Horse-Race By Henry Cromwell Esquire Ovid's Love-Elegies Book 3. Eleg. 3. Of his Perjur'd Mistress By Henry Cromwell Esq To the Lady Castlemain upon her incouraging his first Play By Mr. Dryden Prologue to the University of Oxford 1681. By Mr. Dryden Prologue by Mr. Dryden Considerations on the Eighty Eighth Psalm By Mr. Prior. Veni Creator Spiritus Translated in Paraphrase By Mr. Dryden The Curse of Babylon Paraphras'd frome the Thirteenth Chapter of Isaia A Pindarique Ode By Tho-Yalden Out of Horace Lib. 2. Ode 3. The Grove Love hut One. To the Author of Sardanapalus upon that and his other Writings Of my Lady Hide Occasion'd by the sight of her Picture By Mr. George Granville An Imitation of the second Chorus in the second Act of Senaca's Thyestes By Mr. George Granville Amor omnibus idem Or the Force of Love in all Creatures being a Translation of some Verses in Virgil's third Georgick from verse 209. to verse 285. To Mr. Congreve An Epistolary Ode Occasioned by his Play From Mr. Yalden On his Mistress drowned By Mr. S To the Pious memory of the Acclomplisht Young Lady Mrs. Ann Killegrew Excellent in the two Sister Arts of Poesie and Painting An Ode By Mr Dryden To the Earl of Carlisle upon the Death of his Son before Luxemburgh The Insect Against Bulk By Mr. Yalden Written in a Lady's Advice to a Daughter Written in a Lady's Waller Written in the Leaves of a Fan An Incomparable Ode of Malherb's Written by him when the Marriage was a foot between the King of France and Ann of Austria Translated by a Person of Quality a great Admirer of easiness of the French Poetry On the Dutchess of Portsmouth's Picture A Song by the Earl of Rochester Song for the King's Birth-Day A Song A Song Song Song To the King in the Year 1686 By Mr. George Granville Harry Martin's Epitaph by himself To his Friend Captain Chamberlain in Love with a Lady he had taken in an Algerine Prize at Sea In Allusion to the 4th Ode of Horace Lib. 2. By Mr. Yalden A Song By a Lady Written by a Lady Paraphras'd out of Horace the 23d Ode of the 2d Book By Dr. Pope Love's Antidote Anachreon Imitated Anachreon Imitated Anachreon Imitated From Virgil's first Georgick Translated into English Verse by H. Sacheverill Dedicated to Mr. Dryden A French Poem with a Paraphrase on it in English A Song by Sir John Eaton Another Song in imitation of Sir John Eaton's Songs By the late earl of Rochester A Song By Sidny Godolphin Esq on Tom. Kilegrew and Will. Murrey Rondelay By Mr. Dryden In a Letter to the Honourable Mr. Charles Montague By Mr. Prior. An Ode By Mr. Prior. To a Lady of Quality's Playing on the Lute By Mr. Prior An Epitaph on the Lady Whitmore By Mr. Dryden An Epitaph on Sir Palmes Fairborne ' s Tomb in Westminster-Abby By Mr. Dryden To the Reverend Dr. Sherlock Dean of St. Paul's on his Practical Discourse concerning Death By Mr. Prior. On Exodus 3. 14. I am that am A Pindarique Ode By Mr. Prior. The last parting of Hector and Andromache From the Sixth Book of Homer's Iliads Translated from the Original by Mr. Dryden Syphilis FINIS
THE Annual Miscellany FOR The YEAR 1694. BEING THE FOURTH PART OF Miscellany Poems Containing Great Variety OF NEW TRANSLATIONS AND Original Copies BY THE Most Eminent Hands LONDON Printed by R. E. for Jacob Tonson at the Judges Head near the Inner Temple-Gate in Fleetstreet MDCXCIV THE CONTENTS THe Third Book of Virgil's Georgicks English'd by Mr. Dryden Pag. 3 A Translation of all Virgil's 4th Georgick except the Story of Aristeus By Mr. Jo. Addison of Magdalen Colledge Oxon. 58 To Sir Godfrey Kneller By Mr. Dryden 87 Prologue to the Queen Vpon Her Majesty's coming to see the Old Batchelour By Mr. Congreve 100 To Cynthia Weeping and not Speaking By Mr. Congreve An Elegy 103 Fortuna saevo Laeta negotio c. Out of Horace By the Late Duke of Buckingham 108 To my Lady Dursley on her Reading Milton's Paradise Lost. By Mr. Prior. 110 To Mr. Watson on his Ephemeris of the Coelestial Motions presented to Her Majesty By Mr. Yalden 112 The Rape of Theutilla Imitated from the Latin of Famian Strada By Mr. Tho. Yalden 115 An Ode for St. Cecilia's Day at Oxford 1693. Written by Mr. Tho. Yalden 124 A Song for St. Cecilia's Day at Oxford By Mr. Jo. Addison 138 The Story of Salmacis from the Fourth Book of Ovid's Metamorphoses By Mr. Jo. Addison 139 The Enquiry after his Mistress Written by Aurelian Townsend 148 To the Honourable Mrs. Mohun on her Recovery By Mr. Charles Hopkins 152 The Force of Jealousie To a Lady asking if her Sex was as sensible of that Passion as Me◠An allusion to O! Quam cruentus Foeminas stimulat Dolor Seneca's Hercules-Oetus By Mr. Tho. Yalden 154 To Mr. Dryden upon his Translation of the Third Book of Virgil's Georgicks Pindarick Ode By Mr. John Dennis 160 The Enjoyment A Song Anonymus 164 The Enjoyment 166 In Imitation of Horace Ode the XXII Integer vitae c. Written by Mr. Tho. Yalden 172 To his Perjur'd Mistress From Horace Nox erat coelo fulgebat luna sereno c. By Mr. Tho. Yalden 176 The XVI Ode of the 2d Book of Horace Translated by an unknown Hand Beginning Otium Divos rogat c. 181 Song Advice to Caelia 186 Advice to Cupid In a Song 187 Cornelius Gallus Imitated A Lyrick By my Lord R. 190 Apollo's Grief For having kill'd Hyacinth by Accident In Imitation of Ovid. By my Lord R. 192 Song By my Lord R. 194 On the Happiness of a Retir'd Life By Mr. Charles Dryden Sent to his Father from Italy 195 The Passion of Byblis From the Ninth Book of Ovid Metamorphosis By Ste. Harvey Esq 202 The First Book of Virgil's Georgicks Translated into English Verse by the Right Honourable John Earl of Lauderdale 217 Jupiter and Europa From the Fourth Book of Ovid Metamorphosis By Ste. Harvey Esq 254 Patroclus's Request to Achilles for his Arms. Imitated from the Beginning of the 16 Iliad of Homer By Mr. Tho. Yalden 259 A Song By 265 An Epistle to Mr. B. By Mr. Fr. Knapp of Magdalen Colledge in Oxford 266 To Myra A great Flood having destroyed the Fruits of the Ground and the Corn every where in her Neighbourhood but upon her own Land By Mr. George Granville 274 Song By Mr. George Granville 276 A Short Visit. 277 A Copy of Verses Written by Mr. Edmund Waller above Forty Years since and never Printed in any Edition of his Poems 279 Cupid's Pastime By Sidney Godolphin Esq 282 For the New Year to the Sun Intended to be Sung before Their Majesties on New-Years Day 1694. Written by Mr. Prior at the Hague 287 The Duel By Henry Savil Esq Written soon after the Duel of the Staggs 293 To a Person of Honour Vpon his Incomprehesible Poems By 298 Vpon the same 304 Translated from Seneca's Troas Act. 2. Chorus By Mr. Glanvill 306 Horace B. I. Ode XIII Cum Tu Lydia Telephi c. By Mr. Glanvill 309 Horace B. I. Ode XXIII By Mr. Glanvill 312 B. II. Ode XII Nolis longa ferae Bella Numantiae c. By Mr. Glanvill 314 An Account of the Greatest English Poets To Mr. H. S. Apr. 3d. 1694. By Mr. Joseph Addison 317 THE THIRD BOOK OF VIRGIL's Georgicks Translated into ENGLISH VERSE BY Mr. DRYDEN THE THIRD BOOK OF VIRGIL's Georgicks THY Fields propitious Pales I reherse And sing thy Pastures in no vulgar Verse Amphrysian Shepherd the Lycaean Woods Arcadia's flowry Plains and pleasing Floods All other Themes that careless Minds invite Are worn with use unworthy me to write Busiri's Altars and the dire Decrees Of hard Euristheus ev'ry Reader sees Hylas the Boy Latona's erring Isle And Pelop's Iv'ry Shoulder and his Toyl For fair Hippodamé with all the rest Of Grecian Tales by Poets are exprest New ways I must attempt my groveling Name To raise aloft and wing my flight to Fame I first of Romans shall in Triumph come From conquer'd Greece and bring her Trophies home With Foreign Spoils adorn my native place And with Idume's Palms my Mantua grace Of Parian Stone a Temple will I raise Where the slow Mincius through the Vally strays Where cooling Streams invite the Flocks to drink And Reeds defend the winding water's brink Full in the midst shall mighty Caesar stand Hold the chief Honours and the Dome command Then I conspicuous in my Tyrian Gown Submitting to his Godhead my Renown A hundred Coursers from the Goal will drive The Rival Chariots in the Race shall strive All Greece shall flock from far my Games to see The Whorlbat and the rapid Race shall be Reserv'd for Caesar and ordain'd by me My self with Olive crown'd the Guifts will bear Ev'n now methinks the publick shouts I hear The passing Pageants and the Pomps appear I to the Temple will conduct the Crew The Sacrifice and Sacrificers view From thence return attended with my Train Where the proud Theatres disclose the Scene Which interwoven Britains seem to raise And shew the Triumph which their Shame displays High o're the Gate in Elephant and Gold The Crowd shall Caesar's Indian War behold The Nile shall flow beneath and on the side His shatter'd Ships on Brazen Pillars ride Next him Niphates with inverted Urn And dropping Sedge shall his Armenia mourn And Asian Cities in our Triumph born With backward Bows the Parthians shall be there And spurring from the Fight confess their fear A double Wreath shall crown our Caesar's Brows Two differing Trophies from two different Foes Europe with Africk in his Fame shall join But neither Shore his Conquest shall confine The Parian Marble there shall seem to move In breathing Statues not unworthy Jove Resembling Heroes whose Etherial Root Is Jove himself and Caesar is the Fruit. Tros and his Race the Sculptor shall employ And He the God who built the Walls of Troy Envy her self at last grown pale and dumb By Caesar combated and overcome Shall give her Hands and fear the curling Snakes Of lashing Furies and the burning Lakes The pains of Famisht Tantalus shall
she streight rejects again Her looks the Emblems of her Thoughts appear Vary'd with Rage with Pity and Despair Alone her Fears incline to no Extream Equally poiz'd betwixt Revenge and Shame At length with more prevaling Rage possest Her jealous Honour steels her daring Breast The thoughts of injur'd Fame new Courage gave And nicer Virtue now confirms her brave Then the fam'd Judith her whole mind employs Urges her hand and sooths the fatal Choice This great Example pleas'd inflam'd by this With wild disorder to the Youth she flys One hand she wreaths within his flowing Hair The other does the ready Weapon bear Now guide me crys fair Hebrew now look down A nd pity Labours thou hast undergone Direct the Hand that takes thy Path to Fame And be Propitious to a Virgin 's Name Who 's Glory 's but a Refuge from her shame Thus rais'd by Hopes and arm'd with Courage now She with undaunted Looks directs the Blow Deep in his Breast the spacious Wound she made And to his Heart dispatch'd th' unerring Blade When their expiring Lord the Servants heard Whose dying Groans the fatal Act declar'd Like a fierce Torrent with no Bounds they 're stay'd But vent their Rage on the defenceless Maid Not Vertue Youth nor Beauty in distress Can move their savage Breasts to tenderness But Death with horrid Torments they prepare And to her Fate th' undaunted Virgin bear Tortures and Death seem lovely in her Eyes Since she to Honour falls a Sacrifice Amidst her Sufferings still her Mind is great And free from guilt she triumphs o're her Fate But Heav'n that 's suff'ring Vertue 's sure Reward Exerts its Power and is it self her Guard Amalis conscious of his black Offence Now feels remorse for her wrong'd Innocence Tho' now he 's strugling in the pangs of death And all life 's purple Stream is ebbing forth Yet raising up his pale and drooping head He recollects his Spirits as they fled And with his last remains of Voice he said Spare the chast Maid your impious hands restrain Nor Beauty with such Insolence prophane Learn by my Fate wrong'd Innocence to spare Since injur'd Vertue 's Heav'ns peculiar Care But you brave Virgin now shall stand enrol'd Amongst the Noblest Heroines of old Thy fam'd Attempt and celebrated Hand Shall lasting Trophies of thy Glory stand And if my Verse the just Reward can give Thutilla's Name shall to new Ages live For to thy Sex thou hast new Honours won And France now boasts a Judith of its own An ODE FOR St. Cecilia's Day 1693. Written by Mr. THO. YALDEN. And Composed by Mr. Daniel Purcell 1. BEgin and strike th' harmonious Lyre Let the loud Instruments prepare To raise our Souls and charm the Ear With Joys which Musick only can inspire Hark how the willing Strings obey To consecrate this happy Day Sacred to Musick Love and blest Cecilia In lofty Numbers Tuneful Lays We 'll celebrate the Virgin 's Praise Her skilful Hand first taught our Strings to move To her this sacred Art we owe Who first anticipated Heav'n below And play'd the Hymns on Earth that she now sings Above 2 What moving Charms each Tuneful Voice contains Charms that thro' the willing ear A Tide of pleasing Raptures bear And with diffusive Joys run thrilling thro' our Veins The listning Soul does Sympathize And with each vary'd Noat complies While gay and sprightly Airs Delight Then free from Cares and unconfin'd It takes in pleasing Extacies its flight With mournful Sounds a sadder Garb it wears Indulges Grief and gives a loose to Tears 3 Musick 's the Language of the Blest above No Voice but Musick 's can express The Joys that happy Souls possess Nor in just Raptures tell the wond'rous Pow'r of Love 'T is Nature's Dialect design'd To charm and to instruct the Mind Musick 's an Universal Good That does dispence its joys around In all the Elegancy of Sound To be by Men admir'd by Angels understood 4 Let ev'ry restless Passion cease to move And each tumultuous thought obey The happy influence of this Day For Musick 's Unity and Love Musick 's the soft indulger of the mind The kind diverter of our care The surest Refuge mournful grief can find A Cordial to the Breast and Charm to ev'ry Ear. Thus when the Prophet struck his Tuneful Lyre Saul's evil Genius did retire In vain were Remedies apply'd In vain all other Arts were try'd His Hand and Voice alone the Charm cou'd find To heal his Body and compose his Mind 5 Now let the Trumpets louder Voice proclaim A solemn Jubile For ever Sacred let it be To Skilful Jubals and Cecilia's Name Great Jubal Author of our Lays Who first the hidden charms of Musick found And thro' their Airy Paths did trace The secret Springs of Sound When from his hollow chorded Shell The Soft melodious Accents fell With Wonder and Delight he play'd While the Harmoneous Strings his Skilful Hand obey'd 6 But fair Cecilia to a pitch Divine Improv'd her artful Lays When to the Organ she her Voice did Joyn In the Almighty's Praise Then Choirs of Listning Angels stood around Admir'd her Art and blest the Heav'nly Sound Her Praise alone no Tongue can reach But in the Strains her self did teach Then let the Voice and Lyre combine And in a Tuneful Consort joyn For Musick 's her Reward and Care Above sh' enjoys it and protects it here Grand Chorus Then kindly treat this happy Day And grateful Honours to Cecilia pay To her these lov'd harmonious Rites belong To her that Tunes our Strings and still Inspires our Song Thus may her Day for ever be Blest with Love and Harmony Blest as its great Saint appear Still may fair Cecilia's prove A Day of Harmony and Love T' attone for all the Discords of the Year A SONG FOR St. CECILIA'S Day At OXFORD By Mr. Jo. Addison 1 CEcilia who 's Exalted Hymns With joy and wonder fill the Blest In Quires of warbling Seraphims Known and distinguisht from the rest Attend Harmonious Saint and see Thy vocal Sons of Harmony Attend Harmonious Saint and hear our Pray'rs Enliven all our Earthy Airs And as thou Sing'st thy God teach us to Sing of Thee Tune ev'ry String and ev'ry Tongue Be thou the Muse and Subject of our Song 2. Let all Cecilia's Praise proclaim Employ the Eccho in her Name Hark how the Flutes and Trumpets raise At bright Cecilia's Name their Lays The Organ labours in her Praise Cecilia's Name does all our Numbers grace From ev'ry Voice the Tuneful Accents fly In soaring Trebles now it rises high And now it sinks and dwells upon the Bass. Cecilia's Name through all the Notes we Sing The work of ev'ry skilful Tongue The Sound of ev'ry trembling String The Sound and Triumph of our Song 3. For ever Consecrate the day To Musick and Cecilia Musick the greatest Good that Mortals know And all of Heav'n we have below Musick can noble hints impart Engender Fury kindle Love
luna sereno c. By Mr. T. YALDEN. IT was one Evening when the rising Moon Amidst her Train of Stars distinctly shone Serene and calm was the inviting Night And Heav'n appear'd in all its lustre bright When you Neaera you my perjur'd Fair Did to abuse the Gods and me prepare T was then you swore remember faithless Maid With what indearing Arts you then betray'd Remember all the tender things that past When round my neck your willing arms were cast The circkling Ivys when with Oaks they joyn Seem loose and coy to those fond Arms of thine Believe you cry'd this solemn Vow believe The noblest Pledge that Love and I can give Or if there 's ought more sacred here below Let that confirm my Oath to Heav'n and you If e're my Breast a guilty Flame receives Or covets Joys but what thy presence gives May ev'ry injur'd Pow'r assert thy Cause And Love avenge his violated Laws While cruel Beasts of Prey infest the Plain And Tempests rage upon the faithless Main While Sighs and Tears shall listning Virgins move So long ye Powers will fond Neoera Love Ah faithless Charmer lovely perjur'd Maid Are thus my Vows and generous Flame repay'd Repeated slights I have too tamely bore Still doated on and still been wrong'd the more Why do I listen to that Syrens Voice Love ev'n thy Crimes and fly to guilty Joys Thy fatal Eyes my best Resolves betray My Fury melts in soft desires away Each look each glance for all thy Crimes attone Elude my Rage and I 'm again undone But if my injur'd Soul dares yet be brave Unless I 'm fond of Shame confirm'd a Slave I will be deaf to that enchanting Tongue Nor on thy Beauties gaze away my Wrong At length I 'll loath each prostituted Grace Nor court the leavings of a cloy'd Embrace But show with manly Rage my Soul 's above The cold returns of thy exhausted Love Then thou shalt justly Mourn at my disdain Find all thy Arts and all thy Charms in vain Shalt Mourn whilst I with nobler Flames pursue Some Nymph as fair tho' not unjust as you Whose Wit and Beauty shall like thine excel But far surpass in Truth and loving well But wretched thou who e're my Rival art That fondly boasts an Empire o're her Heart Thou that enjoy'st the fair inconstant Prize And vainly triumph'st with my Victories Unenvy'd now o're all her Beauties rove Enjoy thy Ruin and Neoera's Love Tho' Wealth and Honours grace thy nobler Birth To bribe her Love and fix a wand'ring Faith Tho' ev'ry Grace and ev'ry Virtue joyn T' inrich thy Mind and make thy Form divine Yet blest with endless Charms too soon you 'l prove The Treacheries of false Neoera's Love Lost and abandon'd by th' ungrateful Fair Like me you 'l Love be Injur'd and Despair When left th' unhappy Object of her Scorn Then shall I smile to see the Victor mourn Laugh at thy Fate and triumph in my turn The XVI ODE of the 2d Book of HORACE Translated by an unknown Hand Beginning Otium Divos rogat c. 1 WHen stormy Winds begin to rise And Moon and Stars do disappear Then to the Gods the Seaman cries Wishing himself at Quiet here 2 For Peace the Souldier takes up Arms For Peace he boldly ventures Life For that he follows War's Alarms Hoping to gain by Toil and Strife 3 That Quiet and Content of Mind Which is not to be bought or Sold Quiet which none as yet cou'd find In Heaps of Jewels or of Gold 4 For neither can Wealth Pow'r or State Of Courtiers or of Guards the Rout Or Gilded Roof or Brazen Gate The Troubles of the Mind keep out 5 That Man alone is happy here Whos 's All will just himself maintain His sleep is not disturb'd with Fear Or broke with sordid Thirst of Gain 6 Then why do we since Life 's so short Lay out Designs for what 's to come Why to another Air resort Forsaking this our Native Home 7 Trouble will at our Heels be still Swift as the Roe-Buck or the Wind 'T will follow us against our will For none can leave himself behind 8 What does our Wandring then avail Care will not be forgot or lost 'T will reach us tho' we 're under Sail And find us on another Coast. 9 Man with his present state content Shou'd leave to Providence the rest Using the time well Heav'n has lent For no one here 's entirely blest 10 Achilles yielding soon to Fate Was snatch'd from off this Mortal Stage Tython enjoy'd a longer Date And labour'd under lingring Age. 11 So if it please the Fates you may Resign your Soul to sudden Death Whilst I perhaps behind must stay To breath a longer share of Breath 12 You round you daily do behold Your thriving Flocks and fruitful Land Which bounteous Fortune has bestow'd On you with no Penurious Hand 13 A little Country Seat by Heaven Is what 's allotted unto me A Genius too the Gods have given Not quite averse to Poetry And a firm steddy Soul that is above Either the Vulgar's hatred or their love SONG Advice to CAELIA 1 IS it not madness thus to be Coy and your Minutes waste To let the World be envying me Pleasures I ne'er did taste 2 Since this foul Scandal we have got Consent and yield for shame For all your Vertue now will not Patch up your broken Fame 3 Why should our Bliss then be delay'd The World can say no more Than what it has already said And that is thou' rt a Whore Advice to CUPID IN A SONG 1 THo' I 'm a Man in ev'ry Part And much inclin'd to Change Yet I must stop my wand'ring Heart When it desires to Range 2 I must indeed my Caelia love Altho' I have enjoy'd And make that Bliss still pleasant prove With which I have been cloy'd 3 I must that fair one Justice do I must still constant be For 't were unkind to be untrue Whilst she is true to me 4 Then Cupid I must teach you how To make me still her Slave That Food to make me relish now Which once a Surfeit gave 5 You must to play this Game at first Some Jealousy contrive That she may vow I am the worst And falsest Man alive 6 Let her in Anger persevere Be Jealous as before Till I begin to huff and swear I 'll never see her more 7 Then let her use a little Art And lay aside her Frown Let her some amorous Glances dart To bring my Passion down 8 Thus whilst I am again on Fire Make me renew my Pain Make her consent to my desire And me still hug my Chain Cornelius Gallus Imitated A LYRICK By my Ld. R. 1 MY Goddess Lydia Heav'nly Fair As Lillys sweet as soft as Air Let loose thy Tresses spread thy Charms And to my Love give fresh Alarms 2 O let me gaze on those bright Eyes Tho' sacred Lightning from 'em flies Shew me that soft that modest Grace