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
Has strugled strongly with the killing Cold So does it still through Opposition grow As if its Root was warmer kept by Snow But when shot forth then draws the Danger near On ev'ry side the gath'ring Winds appear And Blasts destroy that Fruit which Frosts wou'd spare But now new Vigour and new Life it knows And Warmth that from this Royal Presence flows O wou'd she shine with Rays more frequent here How Gay wou'd then this drooping Land appear Then like the Sun with Pleasure might she view The smiling Earth cloath'd by her Beams anew O're all the Meads shou'd various Flow'rs be seen Mix'd with the Lawrel's never-fading Green The new Creation of a Gracious Queen TO CYNTHIA Weeping and not Speaking By Mr. CONGREVE ELEGY WHY are these Hours which Heav'n in pity lent To longing Love in fruitless Sorrow spent Why sighs my Fair why does that Bosom move With any Passion stirr'd but rising Love Can Discontent find place within that Breast On whose soft Pillows ev'n Despair might rest Divide thy Woes and give me my sad part I am no stranger to an aking Heart Too well I know the force of inward Grief And well can bear it to give you relief All Love's severest Pangs I can endure I can bear Pain tho' hopeless of a Cure I know what 't is to Weep and Sigh and Pray To wake all Night yet dread the breaking Day I know what 't is to Wish and Hope and all in vain And meet for Humble Love Unkind Disdain Anger and Hate I have been forc'd to bear Nay Jealousy and I have felt Despair These Pains for you I have been forc'd to prove For Cruel you when I began to Love Till warm Compassion took at length my part And melted to my Wish your yielding Heart O the dear Hour in which you did resign When round my Neck your willing Arms did twine And in a Kiss you said your Heart was mine Thro' each returning Year may that Hour be Distinguish'd in the Rounds of all Eternity Gay be the Sun that Hour in all his Light Let him collect the Day to be more bright Shine all that Hour and all the rest be Night And shall I all this Heav'n of Bliss receive From you yet not Lament to see you grieve Shall I who nourish'd in my Breast desire When your cold Scorn and Frowns forbid the Fire Now when a mutual Flame you have reveal'd And the dear Union of our Souls are seal'd When all my Joys Compleat in you I find Shall I not share the Sorrows of your Mind O tell me tell me All Whence does arise This floud of Tears whence are these frequent Sighs Why does that lovely Head like a fair Flow'r Oppress'd with Drops of a hard-falling Show'r Bend with its weight of Grief and seem to grow Downward to Earth and kiss the Root of Woe Lean on my Breast and let me fold thee fast Lock'd in these Arms think all thy Sorrows past Or what remain think lighter made by me So I shou'd think were I so held by thee Murmur thy Plaints and gently wound my Ears Sigh on my Lips and let me drink thy Tears Joyn to my Cheek thy Cold and Dewy Face And let pale Grief to glowing Love give place O speak for Woe in Silence most appears Speak e're my Fancy magnifie my Fears Is there a Cause which Words cannot express Can I not bear a part nor make it less I know not what to think Am I in Fault I have not to my Knowledge err'd in Thought Nor wander'd from my Love nor wou'd I be Lord of the World to live depriv'd of thee You weep a-fresh and at that Word you start Am I to be depriv'd then must we part Curse on that Word so ready to be spoke For through my Lips immeant by me it broke Oh no we must not will not cannot part And my Tongue talks unprompted by my Heart Yet speak for my Distraction grows apace And racking Fears and restless Doubts increase And Fears and Doubts to Jealousie will turn The Hottest Hell in which a Heart can burn Fortuna saevo Laeta negotio c. OUT OF HORACE By the Late Duke of Buckingham FOrtune made up of Toys and Impudence That Common Jade that has not Common Sense But fond of Business insolently dares Pretend to Rule and spoils the World's Affairs She flutt'ring up and down her Favours throws On the next met not minding what she does Nor why nor whom she helps or injures knows Sometimes she smiles then like a Fury raves And seldom truly loves but Fools or Knaves Let her love whom she please I scorn to woo her Whilst she stays with me I 'll be civil to her But if she offers once to move her Wings I 'll fling her back all her vain Gew-gaw things And arm'd with Vertue will more glorious stand Than if the Bitch still bow'd at my Command I 'll marry Honesty tho' ne're so poor Rather than follow such a dull blind Whore TO MY LADY DURSLEY On Her Reading Milton's Paradise Lost. BY Mr. PRIOR HEre reading how fond Adam was betray'd And how by Sin Eve's blasted Charms decay'd Our common Loss unjustly you complain Small is that part of it which you sustain You still fair Mother in your Offspring trace The Stock of Beauty destin'd for our Race Kind Nature forming them the Features took From Heav'ns own Work in Eve's original look You happy Saint the Serpent's pow'r control Whilst scarce one actual Guilt defiles your Soul And Hell does o're your Mind vain Triumphs boast Which gains a Heaven for Earthly Eden lost With equal Vertue had frail Eve been arm'd In vain the Fruit had blush'd the Serpent charm'd Our Bliss by Penitence had neer been bought Adam had never faln or Milton wrote TO Mr. WATSON ON HIS Ephemeris of the Celestial Motions presented to Her Majesty BY Mr. YALDEN. ART when in full Perfection is design'd To please the Eye or to inform the Mind This Nobler Piece performs the double part With graceful Beauty and instructive Art Since the great Archimedes Sphere was lost The noblest Labour finish'd Wit cou'd boast No generous hand durst that fam'd Model trace Which Greece admir'd and Rome cou'd only praise This you with greater lustre have restor'd And taught those Arts we ignorantly ador'd Motion in full Perfection here you 've shown And what Mankind despair'd to reach have done In Artful Frames your Heav'nly Bodies move Scarce brighter in their beauteous Orbs above And Stars depriv'd of all malignant flames Here court the Eye with more auspicious Beams In graceful order the just Planets rise And here compleat their Circles in the Skies Here 's the full consort of revolving Spheres And Heaven in bright Epitomy appears With Charms the Ancients did invade the Moon And from her Orb compell'd her strugling down But here she 's taught a Nobler Change by you And moves with pride in this bright Sphere below While your Celestial Bodies thus I
Streams contain If Man he enter'd he may rise again Supple Unsinew'd and but half a Man The Heav'nly Parents answer'd from on high Their two-shap'd Son the double Votary And gave a secret Tincture to the Flood To weaken it and make his Wishes good THE ENQUIRY After his MISTRESS Written by HORATIO TOWNSEND THou Shepherd whose intentive Eye O're ev'ry Lamb is such a Spie No Wily Fox can make 'em less Where may I find my Shepherdess 2 A little pausing then said he How can that Jewel stray from thee In Summers Heat in Winters Cold I thought thy Breast had been her Fold 3 That is indeed the constant Place Wherein my Thoughts still see her Face And print her Image in my Heart But yet my fond Eyes crave a part 4 With that he smiling said I might Of Chloris partly have a sight And some of her Perfections meet In ev'ry Flower was Fresh and Sweet 5 The growing Lilies bear her Skin The Violets her blue Veins within The blushing Rose new blown and spread Her sweeter Cheeks her Lips the Red. 6 The Winds that wanton with the Spring Such Odours as her Breathing bring But the resemblance of her Eyes Was never found beneath the Skies 7 Her charming Voice who strives to hit His Object must be Higher yet For Heav'n and Earth and all we see Dispers'd Collected is but she 8 Amaz'd at this Discourse methought Love both Ambition in me wrought And made me cover to engross A Wealth wou'd prove a publick Loss 9 With that I sigh'd asham'd to see Such worth in her such want in me And closing both mine Eyes forbid The World my sight since she was hid To the Honourable Mrs. MOHUN ON HER RECOVERY By Mr. Charles Hopkins AS when the Queen of Love ingag'd in War Was rashly wounded with a Grecian's Spear All Parties were concern'd to see her bleed And he himself did first repent the deed He left th' inglorious Field with grief and shame Where his late Conquest had destroy'd his Fame So Sickness flies from you with such a grief Asham'd that ever she began the strife Better than Venus in the Fight you fare For tho' more wounded you 're without a Scar. All Claim to you th' Invader has resign'd And left no marks of Hostile Rage behind No signs no tracks of Tyranny remain But exil'd Beauty is restor'd again Fix'd in a Realm which was before her own More firm than ever she secures the Throne Mildly ah mildly then your Pow'r maintain And take Example from Maria's Reign Wide may your Empire under Hers be seen The fair Vicegerent of the fairest Queen Thro' you may all our Prayers to her be heard Our humble Verse be all by you preferr'd No Blessing can the Pious Suppliant want Where she the Goddess is and you the Saint THE Force of JEALOUSY TO A LADY ASKING If her Sex was as sensible of that Passion as Men. An Allusion to O! Quam cruentus Foeminas stimulat Dolor Seneca ' s Hercules-OEtus By Mr. THO. YALDEN. WHat raging Thoughts transport the Woman's Breast That is with Love and Jealousie possest More with Revenge than soft Desires she Burns Whose slighted Passion meets no kind returns That courts the Youth with long neglected Charms And finds her Rival happy in his Arms. Dread Scilla 's Rocks 't is safer to engage And trust a Storm than her destructive Rage Not Waves contending with a boist'rous Wind Threaten so loud as her tempestuous Mind For Seas grow calm and raging Storms abate But most implacable's a Woman's hate Tygers and Savages less wild appear Than that fond Wretch abandon'd to Despair Such were the transports Deianira felt Stung with a Rival's Charms and Husband's Guilt With such despair she view'd the captive Maid Whose fatal Love her Hercules betray'd Th' unchast Iole but divinely Fair In Love Triumphant tho' a Slave in War By Nature lewd and form'd for soft delight Gay as the Spring and Fair as Beams of Light Whose blooming Youth wou'd wildest Rage disarm And ev'ry Eye but a fierce Rival's Charm Fix'd with her Grief the Royal Matron stood When the fair Captive in his Arms she view'd With what regret her Beauties she survey'd And curst the Pow'r of the too Lovely Maid That reap'd the Joys of her abandon'd Bed Her furious Looks with wild Disorder glow Looks that her Envy and Resentment show To blast that Fair detested Form she tries And Lightning darts from her distorted Eyes Then o're the Palace of false Hercules With Clamour and impetuous Rage she flys Late a Dear Witness of their Mutual Flame But now th' unhappy Object of her Shame Whose conscious Roof can yield her no Relief But with polluted Joys upbraids her Grief Nor can the spacious Court contain her now It grows a Scene too narrow for her Woe Loose and undrest all Day she strays alone Does her Abode and lov'd Companions shun In Woods complains and Sighs in ev'ry Grove The mournful Tale of her forsaken Love Her Thoughts to all th' extreams of Frenzy fly Vary but cannot ease her Misery Whilst in her Looks the lively Forms appear Of Envy Fondness Fury and Despair Her Rage no constant Face of Sorrow wears Oft scornful Smiles succeed loud Sighs and Tears Oft o're her Face the rising Blushes spread Her glowing Eye-Balls turn with fury red Then pale and wan her alter'd Looks appear Paler than Guilt and drooping with despair A tide of Passions ebb and flow within And oft she shifts the Melancholy Scene Does all th' excess of Woman's Fury show And yields a large variety of Woe Now calm as Infants at the Mothers Breast Her Grief in softest Murmurs is exprest She speaks the tend'rest Things that Pity move Kind are her Looks and Languishing with Love Then loud as Storms and raging as the Wind She gives a loose to her Distemper'd Mind With Shrieks and Groans she fills the Air around And makes the Palace her loud Griefs resound Wild with her Wrongs she like a Fury strays A Fury more than Wife of Hercules Her motion looks and voice proclaim her Woes While Sighs and broken Words her wilder Thoughts disclose TO Mr. DRYDEN UPON His Translation OF THE THIRD BOOK OF VIRGIL's Georgicks Pindarick ODE By Mr. John Dennis WHile mounting with expanded Wings The Mantuan Swan unbounded Heav'n explores While with Seraphick Sounds he Towring Sings Till to Divinity he Soars Mankind stands wond'ring at his Flight Charm'd with his Musick and his Height Which both transcend our Praise Nay Gods incline their ravish'd Ears And tune their own harmonious Spheres To his Melodious Lays Thou Dryden canst his Notes recite In modern Numbers which express Their Musick and their utmost Might Thou wondrous Poet with Success Canst emulate his Flight 2. Sometimes of humble Rural Things Thy Muse which keeps great Maro still in Sight In middle Air with varied Numbers Sings And sometimes her sonorous Flight To Heav'n sublimely Wings But first takes time with Majesty to rise Then without
Pride Divinely Great She Mounts her Native Skyes And Goddess-like retains her State When down again she flyes Commands which Judgment gives she still obeys Both to depress her Flight and raise Thus Mercury from Heav'n descends And to this under World his Journey bends When Jove his dread Command has giv'n But still Descending Dignity maintains As much a God upon our humble Plains As when he Tow'ring re-ascends to Heav'n 3. But when thy Goddess takes her Flight With so much Majesty to such a Height As can alone suffize to prove That she descends from mighty Jove Gods how thy Thoughts then rise and soar and shine Immortal Spirit animates each Line Each with bright Flame that Fires our Souls is Crown'd Each has magnificence of Sound And Harmony Divine Thus the first Orbs in their high Rounds With Shining Pomp advance And to their own Celestial Sounds Majestically Dance On with eternal Symphony they rowl Each turn'd in its harmonious Course And each inform'd by the prodigious Force Of an Empyreal Soul THE ENJOYMENT A SONG Anonymus YE Gods the Raptures of that Night What Fierce Convulsions of Delight How in each others Arms involv'd We lay Confounded and Dissolv'd Bodies mingling Sexes blending Which shou'd most be lost contending Darting fierce and flaming Kisses Plunging into boundless Blisses Our Bodies and our Soul 's on Fire Tost by a Tempest of Desire Till with utmost Fury driv'n Down at once we sunk to Heav'n The Enjoyment GO Love thy Banners round the World display And teach Rebellious Mortals to obey Triumph o're those who proudly slight thy Pow'r And make them what they now Deride Adore If any yet can be so senceless grown To scorn thy Pleasures and approve their own To Conquer only bid 'em Taste and Know And soon their fancy'd Pleasures they 'l forego And soon acknowledge thee the Lord of all below Convince the reading Sots who wou'd seem Wise And cloak their Follies by a grave Disguise The Learned Ignorants will straight lay by Their useless Books and Joyful follow thee Blest be the Day when first Celinda came To me Desparing and reveal'd her Flame When blushing she her Passion did disclose And softest Words and tender'st Accents chose To make me Happy and compleat my Joys Oh! what a Rapture did my Soul surround When first I heard the dear transporting Sound Now Youth said she your Fears and Doubts remove For know 't is you and only you I Love And that you may my Love unfeign'd believe Take all that you can ask or I can give While tell-tale Blushes tole me what she meant And wishing Looks betray'd her kind intent Encourag'd thus I boldly did invade With eager ardour the forgiving Maid But when I clasp'd her Body close to mine 'T was more than Rapture all 't was all Divine Such Joys I knew as Words want Pow'r to tell Joys which the feeble reach of Thoughts excel My Soul surpriz'd at the excess of Joy Unable to sustain it wing'd away Whilst all entranc'd and Extasi'd I lay Tell me ye mighty Learned if you know Where did my Soul in that short Transport go Did it with willing haste to her depart It did I 'm sure it did and flutter'd round her Heart Blest with the unknown Beauties of the Fair It heav'd it trembl'd and it panted there Unwilling to depart 't wou'd still remain But all the weak Efforts to stay were vain A Kiss restor'd the Fugitive again That Kiss which wou'd a long Dead Corps revive Reverse its Doom and kindly make it live My Soul re-enter'd we repeated o're A Thousand Joys unknown to both before Pardon me Love thou Pow'rful Deity That I so long abstain'd from tasting thee I thought indeed vain Fool in Books to meet With solid Wisdom and with true Delight To noisie Nothings I betray'd my Ease And idly dreamt away my sprightly Days But now though late my Errours I perceive And know I only now begin to Live Hence ye usurping Whimsies hence retreat Whilst exil'd Love regains its lawful Seat Love whose bewitching Dictates I 'le obey For I with Titus shou'd repenting say Those Blessings wanting I have lost a Day No time shall pass without that dear Delight I 'll talk of Love all Day and act it all the Night Pleasure and I as to one Goal design'd Will run with equal pace while Sorrows flag behind O that I had but Jove's unbounded Might To lengthen Pleasures and extend a Night Three trivial Nights shou'd not my Wish confine Whole Years themselves and Ages shou'd combine To make my Joys as lasting as Divine Then wou'd I lye enclos'd within her Arms Fierce as my Love and Vig'rous as her Charms And both shou'd be cou'd I decree their State As fixt and as immutable as Fate Then wond'ring Mortals shou'd with Envy see That only those were blest who Lov'd like me And Gods themselves shou'd at my Bliss repine And learn to mend their now imperfect Joys by mine In Imitation of HORACE ODE the XXII Integer vitae c. Written by Mr. THO. YALDEN. 1. THE Man that 's uncorrupt and free from guilt That the Remorse of secret Crimes ne're felt Whose Breast was ne're debaucht with Sin But finds all calm and all at peace within In his Integrity secure He fears no danger dreads no pow'r Useless are Arms for his Defence That keeps a faithful guard of Innocence 2. Secure the happy Innocent may rove The Care of ev'ry Pow'r above Altho' unarm'd he wanders o're The treacherous Libia's Sands and faithless Shore Tho' o're th' inhospitable brows Of savage Caucasus he goes Thro' Africk's Flames thro' Scythia's Snows Or where Hydaspes fam'd for Monsters flows 3. For as within an unfrequented Grove I tun'd my willing Lyre to love With pleasing amorous thoughts betray'd Beyond my Bounds insensibly I stray'd A Wolf that view'd me fled away He fled from his defenceless prey When I invok'd Maria's aid Altho' unarm'd the trembling Monster fled 4. Not Daunia's teeming Sands nor barb'rous Shore E're such a dreadful Native bore Nor Africk's nursing Caves brought forth So fierce a Beast of such amazing growth Yet vain did all his Fury prove Against a Breast that 's arm'd with Love Tho' absent fair Maria's Name Subdues the fierce and makes the savage tame 5. Commit me now to that abandon'd place Where chearful light withdraws its rays No beams on barren Nature smile Nor fruitful Winds refresh th' intemperate Soil But Tempests with eternal Frost Still rage around the gloomy Coast Whilst angry Jove infests the air And black with Clouds deforms the sullen year 6. Or place me now beneath the torrid Zone To live a Borderer on the Sun Send me to scorching Sands whose heat Guards the destructive Soil from Humane feet Yet there I 'll sing Maria's Name And sport uninjur'd midst the Flame Maria's Name that will create even there A milder Climate and more temperate Air. TO His Perjur'd Mistress From HORACE Nox erat coelo fulgebat
with her Life renew'd her Love returns And faintly thus her cruel Fate she mourns 'T is just ye Gods was my false Reason blind To Write a secret of this tender kind With Female Craft I shou'd at first have strove By dubious Hints to Sound his distant Love And try'd those useful tho' dissembl'd Arts Which Women Practice on disdainful Hearts I shou'd have watch'd whence the Black Storm might rise E're I had trusted the unfaithful Skies Now on the rowling Billows I am tost And with extended Sails on the blind Shelves am lost Did not indulgent Heav'n my Doom foretell When from my Hand the fatal Letter fell What Madness seiz'd my Soul And urg'd me on To take the only Course to be undone I cou'd my self have told the moving Tale With such alluring Grace as must prevail Then had his Eyes beheld my blushing Fears My rising Sighs and my descending Tears Round his dear Neck these Arms I then had spread And if rejected at his Feet been Dead If singly these had not his Thoughts inclin'd Yet all united wou'd have Shock'd his Mind Perhaps my careless Page might be in Fault And in a luckless Hour the fatal Message brought Business and Worldly Thoughts might fill his Breast Sometimes ev'n Love it self may be an Irksom Guest He cou'd not else have treated me with Scorn For Caunus was not of a Tygress born Not Steel nor Adamant has fenc'd his Heart Like mine 't is naked to the burning Dart. Away false Fears he must he shall be mine In Death alone I will my Claim resign 'T is vain to wish my written Crime unknown And for my Guilt much vainer to attone Repuls'd and hafled fiercer still she Burns And Caunus with Disdain her impious Love returns He saw no end of her injurious Flame And fled his Country to avoid the Shame Forsaken Byblis who had hopes no more Burst out in Rage and her loose Robes she tore With her fair Hands she smote her tender Breast And to the wondring World her Love confess'd O're Hills and Dales o're Rocks and Streams she flew But still in vain did her wild Lust pursue Wearied at length on the cold Earth she fell And now in Tears alone cou'd her sad Story tell Relenting Gods in Pity fix'd her there And to a Fountain turn'd the weeping Fair. THE FIRST BOOK OF VIRGIL's Georgicks Translated into ENGLISH VERSE By the Right Honourable IOHN Earl of LAVDERDALE FIelds to improve and when to till the Ground How creeping Vines to lofty Elms are bound To breed great Cattle and the bleating kind What Art or Nature has for Bees design'd My Muse Maecenas now begins to sing Fountains of Light from whom the Seasons spring Bacchus and Ceres since your Pow'r Divine For Acorns gave us Grain for Water Wine Ye Fauns propitious to the lab'ring Swain I sing your Gifts ye Dryads of the Plain Favour my Lays great Neptune on the Main Who by your mighty Pow'r and Trident's Force Rais'd from th' Athenian Shore the Warlike Horse You Guardian of the Woods and Sylvan Toil Whose Milky Droves crop Caea's fertile Isle If Menalus and Tegea be your Care Great Pan leave thy Lycaean Groves and to my Aid repair Minerva for to you we Olives owe Osiris who invented first the Plough Sylvanus who makes Cypress Trees to grow You Rural Gods who Guard the Teeming Earth By Nursing showers can new-form'd Grain bring forth Coesar since you with Fate and Pow'rs above Conceal the Sphere your Deity shall move Shall you to Cities and to Thrones give Law Or Corn and Corn-producing Seasons aw With Mirtle crown'd to Thule o're the Main With Thetis Rule and over Seamen Reign Wou'd you a Heav'nly Sign the Zodiaque grace Betwixt Erigone and Scorpion's place Who now to streighter Bounds his Claws confines And more than half of all his Heav'n resigns What God above you are design'd to be For Hell dares never hope a King like thee Nor thy great Soul with such a Throne agree Tho' dreaming Greeks Elisian Fields admire And Trivia slights her Mother's kind desire Prosper my Bold attempt and ease my Pains Both Pity me and the laborious Swains Conduct us safe through the unbeaten way And use your self to hear us when we pray The Spring returning when the Snowy Hills Unvail their tops and swell the gentle Rills When Western Winds dissolve the mellow Soil My well-fed Bullocks then begin your Toil Then to the Yoke your Brawny Shoulders yield Then let the Shining Plowshares cleave the Field From Winter Grain that 's sown in Fallow Mould Twice warm'd by Summer and twice nipp'd by Cold Your Granaries shall scarce the product hold But e're you untry'd Grounds begin to Plough The reigning Winds and Climates temper know Find out the Nature of the Mould with Care And what is proper for each Soil to bear This Corn produces there rich Wines abound Here Fruit Trees loaded Branches hide the Ground Without Manuring there kind Nature yields Luxuriant Pastures and the Grassy Fields On Tmolus Hill you see the Saffron grow And Ivory where Indus Streams o'reflow Sabean Shrubs weep Incense Balsom Gums The Martial Steel from Chalybs River comes The Beaver-Stones on Pontus Shores are found Olimpick-Mares Feed on Epirus Ground To ev'ry Land great Nature has assign'd A certain Lot which Laws eternal Bind E're since Deucalion through the empty Space Threw Stones and rais'd Mankinds obdurate Race Rich Grounds plough strongly when the Year 's begun Expose the Clods to dry with Summer's Sun In Autumn slightly till your Barren Land Lest choaking Weeds the springing Seed command Or nursing Sap forsake th' unfruitful Sand. By Intervals your Ground forbear to Sow That so the Mould by rest may harder grow Or change your Seed and for each Crop of Wheat A Crop of Vetches Pease or Beans repeat Flax Oats and Poppy burn the tender Soil Yet Sow by turns they 'll recompence your Toil. Throw Dung and Ashes on your hungry Fields As rest the change of Seed advantage yields From burning of the Soil great Profit 's found When crackling stubble Flames through barren Ground The Earth from thence by Nature's secret Laws Some strengthning Nourishment or Virtue draws Or purg'd by Fire which hurtful Moisture drains Or for the fruitful Sap unlocks her Veins Or if too wide by raging Flames confin'd Resist Apollo's Beams and Blasting Wind. He who with Rakes and Harrows breaks the Clods Is Blest by Ceres and the Rural Gods Who with a constant and unwearied Hand Manures the furrow'd Ground then smooths the Land Shall Monarch-like the stubborn Soil command To Pow'rs Divine ye Ploughmen make your Pray'r That Summers Moist that Winters may be Fair For Dusty Winters cheer the teeming Earth Which Loads instead of Crops of Wheat bring forth Such kindly Seasons are to Mysia giv'n Thus Gargara's Fields are Blest by bounteous Heav'n Shall I next sing the Swain the Seed once Sown Who breaks less Fertile Clods And then sets on The gentle
o're the Globe Blood War and Rapin sound And Villany in all its Shapes is Crown'd Now surly Ploughmen Ceres Garlands scorn For Wreaths of Lawrel must their Brows adorn The bending Sythes to killing Fauchion's turn Euphrates and the Rhine with Warlike Ardour burn And Neighbouring Cities War all Treaties broke And Cruel Mars Triumphs in Blood and Smoak Thus in the Lists four fiery Steeds appear And spring with Fury through the vast Carrier And force along th' unwilling Chariotier In vain he pulls they scour the dusty Plain They know no check and mock the Curbing Rein. Jupiter and Europa FROM THE FOURTH BOOK OF OVID Metamorphoses By Ste. Harvey Esquire SO sweet the Joys by Love and Beauty giv'n They draw down Gods from their neglected Heav'n Even Jove himself the Soveraign of the Skies Saw brighter Glories in Europa's Eyes He saw he lov'd and look'd with wonder down On Darts of Lightning keener than his own With all his Clouds he could not quench the Fire And thus injoyn'd the God of his desire See'st thou on Sydon Hills yon' Cattle feed Descend Cyllenius with thy swiftest speed Nigh to the Shoar the thoughtless Herd convey Great business waits on this Important Day Already the wing'd Messenger was there And faithfully had laid the fatal Snare That Shoar it was where oft this Royal Maid With Tyrian Virgins her Companions play'd Secure she play'd and safe from human Spies But who could shield her from Immortal Eyes Jove watch'd the time and Love had form'd a Thought Well weigh'd and fitted to the Ends he sought Love's Laws Complacency and Freedom claim Distance and State keep down the rising Flame And Jove his awful Being must disguise In less than human Form to gain the Prize 'T was done this dreadful this avenging God Who shakes the trembling World at every Nod So far th' engaging force of Love extends Put off his Godhead and a Bull descends Unseen he light on the smooth Flowery Plain Near the fair Princess who had caus'd his Pain His Hair was whiter than untrodden Snow A gentle sweetness dwelt upon his Brow A Charming Grace his every part adorns And shining Glories play'd about his Horns No fierceness there for through the strange disguise He view'd Europa with a Lover's Eyes Her bright Companions fled but she would stay With each repeated Look her fears decay And Fate with Love conspir'd the Virgin to betray A Bribe she proffer'd of the choicest Flowers Which happy He with eager Joy devours And from her Hands as he receiv'd the Bliss Bless'd that Occasion to return a Kiss A melting Kiss which might the Mistress warm Had it been given her in a human Form Impetuous Fires now struggled in his Breast And hardly hardly he forbore the rest Success in Love is usher'd by delight Nimbly he frisks and dances in her sight Then gently rowl'd on the soft Golden Sand Yielding his Breast to her officious Hand Fonder she grows blind to her ruin led And Weaves fresh Garlands to adorn his Head Kneeling he took these Favours from the Fair So humble and so meek expecting Lovers are Now on his back her busie Hand she laid Which gently born down sate the hapless Maid With his Rich burthen the impatient God Now rose and through the gazing Herd she rode Thus to the Sea advancing by degrees First dips his Hoofs then ventur'd to his Knees And now no longer could his Joy delay Plung'd in the deep and bore the trembling Prize away PATROCLUS's Request TO ACHILLES For his Arms. Imitated from the Beginning of the 16 Iliad of Homer By Mr. THO. YALDEN. DIvine Achilles with Compassion mov'd Thus to Patroclus spake his best belov'd Why like a tender Girl do'st thou complain That strives to reach the Mother's Breast in vain Mourns by her side her Knees embraces fast Hangs on her Robes and interrupts her haste Yet when with fondness to her Arms she 's rais'd Still Mourns and Weeps and will not be appeas'd Thus my Patroclus in his Grief appears Thus like a froward Girl profuse of Tears From Pthia do'st thou Mournful tidings hear And to thy Friend some fatal Message bear Thy Valiant Father if we Fame believe The good Menaetius he is yet alive And Peleus tho' in his declining days Reigns o're his Mirmidons in Health and Peace Yet as their latest Obsequies we paid Thou Mourn'st them living as already dead Or thus with Tears the Grecian Host deplore That with their Navy perish on the Shore And with Compassion their Misfortunes view The just Reward to Guilt and Falsehood due Impartial Heav'n avenges thus my Wrong Nor suffers Crimes to go unpunish'd long Reveal the Cause so much afflicts thy Mind Nor thus conceal thy Sorrows from thy Friend When gently raising up his drooping Head Thus with a Sigh the sad Patroclus said Godlike Achilles Peleus valiant Son Of all our Chiefs the greatest in Renown Upbraid not thus th' afflicted with their Woes Nor Triumph now the Greeks sustain such loss To pity let thy generous Breast incline And show thy Mind is like thy Birth Divine For all the valiant Leaders of their Host Or Wounded lie or are in Battel lost Vlysses great in Arms and Diomede Languish with Wounds and in the Navy bleed This common Fate great Agamemnon shares And stern Euripylus renown'd in Wars Whilst powerful Drugs th' experienc'd Artists try And to their Wounds apt Remedies apply Easing th' afflicted Heroes with their skill Thy Breast alone remains implacable What will thy Fury thus for ever last Let present Woes attone for Injurie past How can thy Soul retain such lasting hate Thy Virtues are as useless as they 're great What injur'd Friend from thee shall hope redress That will not aid the Greeks in such distress Useless is all the Valour that you boast Deform'd with Rage with sullen Fury lost Could Cruelty like thine from Peleus come Or be the Offspring of fair Thetis Womb Thee raging Seas thee boist'rous Waves brought forth And to obdurate Rocks thou ow'st thy Birth Thy stoubborn Nature still retains their Kind So hard thy Heart so savage is thy Mind But if thy boading Breast admits of fear Or dreads what sacred Oracles declare What awful Thetis in the Courts above Receiv'd from the unerring Mouth of Jove If so Let me the threat'ning Dangers face And Head the War-like Squadrons in thy place Whilst me thy valiant Mirmidons obey We yet may turn the Fortune of the day Let me in thy distinguish'd Arms appear With all thy dreadful Equipage of War That when the Trojans our approaches view Deceiv'd they shall retreat and think 't is you Thus from the rage of an insulting Host We may retrieve that Fame the Greeks have lost Vigorous and fresh th' unequal Fight renew And from our Navy force the drooping Foe O're harras'd Men an easie Conquest gain And drive the Trojans to their Walls again A SONG By MAY the Ambitious ever find Success in Crouds and Noise While gentle Love
slow but swift away does run Just shews the Day and sets again 2. So the prime Beauty of the Spring The Virgin Lilly works our Eyes No sooner blown but the gay thing Steals from th' Admirers sight and dyes 3. The gaudy Sweets o' th' Infant Year That ravish both the smell and view Do thus deceitfully appear And fade as soon as smelt unto 4. Aminta tho' she be more Fair Than untoucht Lillys Chast as those Welcome as Suns in Winter are And sweeter than the blowing Rose 5. Yet when she brought as late she did All that a dying Heart cou'd ease And by her swift return forbid The Joys to last she 's too like these 6. Ah Tyrant Beauty do you thus Increase our Joy to make it less And do you only shew to us A Heav'n without design to bless 7. This was unmercifully kind And all our Bliss too dear has cost For is it not a Hell to find We had a Paradise that 's lost A Copy of Verses Written by Mr. Edmund Waller above Forty Years since and never Printed in any Edition of his Poetry 1. CLoris farewell I now must go For if with thee I longer stay Thy Eyes prevail upon me so I shall prove Blind and lose my way 2. Fame of thy Beauty and thy Youth Among the rest me hither brought Finding this Fame fall short of truth Made me stay longer than I thought 3. For I 'm engag'd by Word and Oath A Servant to another's Will Yet for thy Love wou'd forfeit both Cou'd I be sure to keep it still 4. But what assurance can I take When thou foreknowing this abuse For some more worthy Lover's sake May'st leave me with so just excuse 5. For thou may'st say 't was not thy fault That thou did'st thus inconstant prove Being by my Example taught To break thy Oath to mend thy Love 6. No Cloris no I will return And raise thy Story to that height That Strangers shall at distance burn And she distrust me Reprobate 7. Then shall my Love this doubt displace And gain such trust that I may come And banquet sometimes on thy Face But make my constant Meals at home CUPID's Pastime By Sidney Godolphin Esquire 1. IT chanc'd of late a Shepherd Swain That went to seek his wander'd Sheep Within a thicket on a Plain Espied a dainty Nymph asleep 2. Her Golden Hair o're-spread her Face Her careless Arms abroad were cast Her Quiver had her Pillows place Her Breast lay bare to ev'ry Blast 3. The Shepherd stood and gaz'd his fill Nought durst he do nought durst he say While Chance or else perhaps his will Guided the God of Love that way 4. The crafty Boy thus sees her sleep Whom if she wak'd he durst not see Behind her closely seeks to creep Before her Knap shou'd ended be 5. There come he steals her Shafts away And put his own into their place Nor dares he any longer stay But e're she wakes hies thence apace 6. Scarce was he gone but she awakes And spies the Shepherd gazing by Her bended Bow in haste she takes And at the simple Swain let 's fly 7. Forth flew the Shaft and pierc'd his Heart That to the Ground he fell with pain Yet soon he up again did start And to the Nymph he ran amain 8. Amaz'd to see so strange a sight She Shot and Shot but all in vain The more his Wounds the more his might Love yielding Strength amidst his Pain 9. Her angry Eyes were big with Tears She blames her Hand she blames her Skill The bluntness of her Shafts she fears And try them on her self she will 10. Take heed fair Nymph try not thy Shaft Each little touch will pierce thy Heart Alas thou know'st not Cupid's craft Revenge is Joy the end is Smart 11. Yet she will try and pierce some bare Her Hands were glov'd but next to hand Was that fair Breast that Breast so rare That made the Shepherd senseless stand 12. That Breast she pierc'd and through that Breast Love found an entry to her Heart At feeling of this new-come Guest Lord how this gentle Nymph did start 13. She runs not now she Shoots no more Away she throws both Shaft and Bow She seeks for what she shunn'd before She thinks the Shepherd's haste too slow 14. Though Mountains meet not Lovers may What others did just so did they The God of Love sate on a Tree And laught the pleasing sight to see FOR THE NEW YEAR TO THE SUN INTENDED To be Sung before Their Majesties on New-Years Day 1693-94 Written by Mr. Prior at the Hague LIght of the World and Ruler of the Year With happy Speed begin thy great Career And as the Radiant Journey 's run Where e're thy Beams are spread where e're thy Power is known Through all the distant Nations own That in Fair Albion thou hast seen The Greatest Prince the Brightest Queen That ever Sav'd a People ever Grac'd a Throne So may Thy God-head be confest So the returning Year be Blest As its Infant Months bestow Springing Wreaths for William's Brow As its Summer's Youth shall shed Eternal Sweets round Mary's Head From the Blessings They shall know Our Times are Dated and our Aera's move They Govern and Enlighten all below As Thou do'st all above Let our Heroe in the War Active and Fierce like Thee appear Like Thee Great Son of Jove like Thee When clad in rising Majesty Thou Marchest down o're Delos Hills confest With all thy Arrows Arm'd with all thy Glory Drest Like Thee the Heroe does his Arms imploy The raging Python to destroy Cho. And give the injur'd Nations Peace and Joy From Ancient Times Historic Stores Gather all the smiling Hours All that with Friendly Care have guarded Patriots and Kings in Rightful Wars All that with Conquest have rewarded His Great Fore-Fathers Pious Cares All that Story have Recorded Sacred to Nassau's long Renown For Countries Sack'd and Battels Won Cho. March Them again in fair Array And bid Them form the Happy Day The Happy Day design'd to wait On William 's Fame and Europe 's Fate Let the Happy Day be Crown'd With great Event and fair Success No brighter in the Year be found But that which brings the Victor home in Peace Again Thy God-head we implore Great in Wisdom as in Power Again for Mary's sake and ours Chuse out other smiling Hours Such as with lucky Wings have fled When Happy Counsels were advising Such as have glad Omens shed O're forming Laws and Empires rising Such as many Lustres ran Hand in Hand a goodly Train To bless the Great Eliza's Reign And in the Typic Glory show The fuller Bliss which Mary should bestow As the Graver Hours advance Mingled send into the Dance Many fraught with all the Treasures Which the Eastern Travel views Many wing'd with all the Pleasures Man can ask or Heav'n diffuse To ease the Cares which for her Subjects sake The Pious Queen does with glad Patience take Cho. To let
does fill my Mind With silent real Joys 2. May Knaves and Fools grow Rich and Great And the World think 'em wise While I lye dying at her Feet And all that World despise 3. Let Conquering Kings new Triumphs raise And melt in Court Delights Her Eyes can give much brighter days Her Arms much softer Nights AN Epistle to Mr. B By Mr. Fr. Knapp of Magdalen Colledge in Oxford Dear Friend I Hear that you of late are grown One of those squeamish Criticks of the Town That think they have a License to abuse Each honest Author that pretends to Muse. But be advis'd why should you spend your time In Heath'nish Satyr 'cause a Fool will Rhime Poor harmless W ly let him write again Be pitied in his old Heroic Strain Let him in Reams proclaim himself a Dunce And break a dozen Stationers at once What is' t to you Why shou'd you take 't amiss If Grubstreet's stock'd with Tenants if the Press Is hugely ply'd and labours to produce Some mighty Folio for the Chandler's use Let Grubstreet scribble on nor need you care Tho' ev'ry Garret held a Poet there You know that are acquainted with the Town How the poor Tribe are worry'd up and down How pensively the hungry Authors sit And in their upper Regions strain for Wit Such a poor tatter'd Small-Beer Herd they 're grown That scarce an Author from his Hawker's known No jolly Carbuncle thro' all the Race Appears to justifie a Poet's Face This a sufficient Pennance seems to me For H den's Droll or S tle's Tragedy Is' t not enough to starve for Writing ill That they ne're Dine but when they Smoak a Meal That their Works only serve to wipe or twine A Candle or some feeble Bandbox line Consider and let Charity prevail What Christian Critick can have heart to Rail At such poor Rogues as these Besides you know A true stanch Poet can't Reform what tho' His Works have furnish'd a Lampoon or two They that have once in Print proclaim'd their Name Are senseless all of Justice as of Shame And none but Stationers shou'd Rail at Them Had e're the Lewdest of 'em all the Grace Or Conscience to Repent of making Verse For other Sins they feel Remorse sometimes But sure no Poet e're had Qualms for Rhimes Alas no wholesom Counsel can be us'd By a poor harden'd Wretch when once Bemus'd Then don 't inhumanly your Pains mis-spend On Reprobates that you can never mend Had we a Parliament dispos'd to lay A Tax on Metre or invent some way In Grand Committee call'd to regulate This among other Grievances of State Then you might hope to hear an Act would pass To limit all this Hackney jingling Race And order some Commissioners to find Which way their Genius chiefly is inclin'd See how it stands affected to a Muse And as their Talents lye their Business chuse When a poor Thief to Tyburn's drawn to be There made a Pendulum for Gallow Tree Let D y then his woful Exit sing And with Good People all give ear begin In gentle Ditty tenderly relate The inconvenience of his sudden Fate Nor must judicious R r be forgot Let him for Madrigals compose a Plot. Let Jonny C n in mild Acrosticks deal His wondrous Skill in Anagram reveal Let him in pretty Verse describe his Flame And edge his Sonnet with his Mistress Name Stop Thief the Warbling Musick shall prolong Stop Thief shall be the Burden of the Song And R r too for he above the rest Is richly with a double Talent blest Let him for deep Reflexions long renown'd Be lawful Critick thro' all Grubstreet own'd To be the Judge of each Suburbian Lay If their Acrosticks all the Rules obey Compos'd according to the Ancient way â—f Felon does with as much decence swing In Metre as he did before in String I grant you such a Course as this might do To make 'em humbly Treat of what they know Not vent'ring further than their Brains will go But what should I do then for ever spoil'd Of this Diversion which frail Authors yield I should no more on D n's Counter meet Bards that are deeply skill'd in Rhime and Feet For I am Charm'd with easie Nonsence more Than all the Wit that Men of Sense adore With fear I view Great Dryden's hallow'd Page With fear I view it and I read with Rage I 'm all with Fear with Grief with Love possest Tears in my Eyes and Anguish in my Breast While I with Mourning Antony repine And all the Hero 's Miseries are mine If I read Edgar then my Soul 's at peace Lull'd in a lazy state of thoughtless ease No Passion 's ruffled by the peaceful Lay No Stream no Depth to hurry me away R r in both Professions harmless proves Nor Wounds when Critick nor when Poet moves But you condemn such lifeless Poetry And wildly talk of nothing else to me But Spirit Flame Rapture and Extasie Strange Mystic things I understand no more Than Laity Pax Tecum did of Yore Therefore pray pardon if I rail at Sense And plead for Blockheads in my own defence For whom I have a thousand things to say Which you must wait for till another day Forgive me if I 'm too abrupt you know I never was Methodical like you I have no Rule to make an end but one For when my Paper 's out my Letter 's done So once Lay-Vicars in the Days of Noll When saintly Peters did in Pulpits droll By Hour-Glass set their Sermons and the Flock Might safely snore in spight of Zealous Knock Till the last kind releasing Sand was run But when the Glass was out the Cant was done 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 WHat Hands Divine have planted and protect The Torrent spares and Deluges respect So when the Water o're the World were spread Cov'ring the Oaks and every Mountain's Head The chosen Noah sail'd within his Ark Nor durst the Waves o're-whelm the Sacred Bark The Charming Myra is no less we find The Favourite of Heaven than of Mankind The Gods like Rivals imitate our care And vie with Mortals to oblige the Fair These Favours thus bestow'd on her alone Are but the Homage which they sent her down Oh Myra may thy Vertue from above Be Crown'd with Blessings endless as my Love SONG By Mr. George Granville IMpatient with desire at last I ventur'd to lay Forms aside 'T was I was Modest not she Chast The Nymph as soon as ask'd comply'd With Amorous awe a silent Fool I gaz'd upon her Eyes with fear Speak Love how came your Slave so dull To Read no better there Thus to our selves the greatest Foes Altho' the Fair be well enclin'd For want of Courage to propose By our own folly she 's unkind A Short VISIT 1. SO the long absent Winter-Sun When of the Cold we most complain Comes