abounds as in my Dear Far greater Offers doubtless you have met Youth Beauty Riches all that 's gay and great From Men your sweet-prevailing Charms have won As who can stand before the glorious Sun If I to these a Sacrifice must fall I 've this at last my Dear to say for all A Judge of Men most values Gifts of Mind For these I dare contend tho' still resign'd If by your Judgment cast hard Fate I 'll cry And humbly kiss that Hand by which I die My only Dear Yours for ever Philabius The Second Address My only DEAR SInce to my last no Answer you have giv'n Impatient Love commands me write agen Silence sometimes they say implies consent If yours be such I have my Heart 's content But if your Silence as I fear it may Concludes your Lover's doom another way Sad is my Fate which tho' with trembling Hand I ne'ertheless desire to understand Tumultuous Passions now torment my Soul Hope gives me Comforts Fear does all controul All sick in Mind where shall my Refuge be There 's none but you can ease my Misery Once you were ill I then prescrib'd a Cure Fond was my Soul your sacred Health t'ensure And now I languish to you I must fly 'T is at your pleasure that I live or die And e'en to Death more easily I 'm resign'd Than to continue in this state of Mind Your gentle Nature can't be so severe To let him perish calls you's Only Dear And calls all Heav'n to witness it is true O! pity one devoted thus to you I know some Lovers only Passions feign And if they Court for nothing 't is but Gain Fine Words they have if Ladies will believe Sweet goes the Pipe while Fowlers Birds deceive Such Fraud my Dearest can't suspect in me Her Person only's my great Treasury There lies in store the whole that I pursue For this alone her Self and Friends I wooe 'T is all on Earth I beg of Heaven too I 'm not ambitious know the World too well Content with Greatness does not always dwell Great should I be so I could sit at ease Admire my Dear with fond Caresses please No Soul so clear no Aspect so divine Sweet Mildness with Sublimeness there combine No cloud of Passion intercepts those Rays Of charming Graces which she thence displays All 's there surprizing Mortals can descry Symmetrious Features wondrous Harmony There should I gaze for ever still should find My Sense transported with transported Mind O Nature's Goddess to you I must pay All Adoration zealous Votive may What state of Bliss does Heav'n to him decree derive Where it alots your blest Society Where-e'er that God whence you these Charms Designs the Station wherein you shall live To me 's unknown of this at least I 'm sure Your absence long I can't with Life endure As Flowers fade in th' absence of the Sun My Life without your Influence is gone What may I do your Favour Dear to gain Can Life can Love can nothing it obtain With Muse sublime above the Stars I 'll raise Your Name your Fame with my immortal Lays A Poem next I 'll write of Love divine In which my Fair Heav'ns Angels shall out-shine In Praise of her let all the World that dares Contend they 'll find Philabius void of Fears And would's his Suit had Issue by such Wars I want a Friend Death robb'd me of this Year To plead my Cause with Kindness to my Dear Had he surviv'd I had not stood alone To deal with many hard it is for one And florid Youth now rivals my Desire And most are apt the rising Sun t' admire Tho' Judges know the perfect state of Man Is when his Sun 's in the Meridian The Air is foul with Fogs as Sun does rise And as it further climbs the lofty Skies 'Till come t'its height nor is Man's Reason clear 'Till he has reach'd his Jubilean Year And this with Favour let me farther say Unstedfast Youth tho' specious brisk and gay Is prone to change contingent Beauty too Mature Years more likely may prove true And let not this unminded pass by you Fain would my Pen much farther here inlarge Whole Floods of Passion thus I could discharge But fearing this already tires my Dear I check my Pen and stop in full career This only Boon imploring at your Hand That you 'll vouchsafe to let me understand In Verse or Prose or by some private Friend How all my Hopes and Love-Address must end O Beauty O Love O Pity Philabius The Third Address My only DEAR ONce more I write for who can Love withstand Which Heart inflames and presses on the Hand Help Muse agen this once my Fate to try And gently guide my Pen before I die Help me to soft Expressions which my Dear May move and force from her kind Eyes a Tear Of Pity for me Heav'ns what is 't I say Do I wish Sorrow to my only Joy Through Love distracted all in Mind I rave And wish for what I 'd rather die than have Help me t'Expressions may affect her Mind With Thoughts as chearful as they make them kind No Pity let them but gay Love inspire Cold 's hopeless Pity Love 's a sacred Fire If e'er on Earth true Love in Man has been It reigns in me and Love I hope 't will win By Love of Heav'n we Love from Heav'n obtain My Fair is heav'nly Love her Love must gain On this I stand on this my Soul relies If I 'm deceiv'd my Fall is with the Wise Tho' twice I 've writ no Answer from my Fair Have yet receiv'd must I for this despair Once or twice asking seldom does with Men Ought I not ask Heav'ns Darling once agen Perhaps this Silence of my Dear's to try Her Lover's Patience Zeal and Constancy If so with constant Patience I must bear Altho' if long such Trials prove severe My Temper 's not the same with other Men Strong are my Passions where they take a run A Check inflames them raging they boil o'er As Waves when broken on a craggy Shoar And strongly checkt with Terror rage and roar Such Measures with dull Lovers may do well They serve to stir and kindle sluggish Zeal But where you find Love apt to take on Flame I think the way of Dealing 's not the same Good Sportsmen seek not to destroy their Game As roughness fits a rough ungenerous Mind The tender-hearted Tenderness should find To them the Usage should be mild and kind O! sick am I my Dear by your delay What one Man cures another may destroy I always take it as a double Boon If what I sue for may be granted soon And as the Favour 's greater still the more The Grantor I prize honour love adore With what surprizing Joy think you then Dear Quick News and kind from you 'd ravish my Ear I beg at least let gentle Hopes maintain My Flame and let my Heart some respite gain And cast me not
severely in Despair Despair as dark as Heav'n has made you Fair. Doubt not how constant to you I will prove I 'll cease to live before I cease to love Consider Dearest what to you is said In Three Addresses now by me are made Proceeding all from Heart and Soul sincere As ever in devoted Lover were If more I thought my Dearest would desire More would I write my Pen should never tire And loath it is to part with Paper now Tho' I no farther Scope shall it allow Till I my Dearest's Pleasure know and then All crown'd with Joys I hope to write agen Philabius An Address to a famous Poetess going by the Name of Philomela wherein Philabius having receiv'd no Answer to his three foregoing Epistles begs her Aid for moving his Mistress's Favour MADAM IF any of your Sex fall'n in Distress Desir'd my Aid such is my Tenderness I should afford it freely would to me They would vouchsafe an equal Charity Madam 'thas been my direful Chance to fall In Love of late with what we Beauty call Beauty that Lot divine your Sex attends Working on Men too often fatal Ends. Thrice to my Fair Addresses I have sent Writ as I could how she does them resent I can't divine nor will my Fair disclose She drowns her Thoughts in Silence me in Woes Self-musing often with revolving Mind This cause of Silence in my Dear to find I may suspect my unpathetick Style Moves neither Frowns nor an obliging Smile But leaves my Fair as unconcern'd as tho' She nothing of Love-Verses yet did know This puts me to a stand and what to do 'T is hard to think and how my Suit pursue I 've done my best and more to write were vain Unless I could pretend some happy'r Strain Your Genius Madam 's known by what you 've writ Great is your Fancy Judgment Art and Wit Sweet Philomela's Aid I 'd fain implore Her pow'rful Charms dumb Spirits may conjure Her sweet-tun'd Voice thro' all the Forest rings And all are mov'd when Philomela sings Shout with Applause and eccho forth her Praise Surpriz'd and charm'd with her melodious Lays Her wondrous Notes in Rapture all admire As hither brought from the Celestial Quire Would Heav'n my zealous Wishes could obtain Her Aid the Favour of my Dear to gain The depth of Hearts your Love-dipt Pen may reach And where mine fails may force an easy breach Those genuine Arts your Muse may soon descry Which charm your Sex to me a Mystery And tho' some Beau perhaps has not been true In zealous Passions he has vow'd for you Which may discourage your Assistance when Desir'd for gaining Kindnesses to Men Heav'n knows my Soul's sincere and Love to feign Is what my Heart will ever much disdain I bear a Mind too free to fawn on them Or fondly write but where I 've found Esteem And had I judg'd my Verses to my Dear Worth Philomela's view I 'd sent 'em here It may be thought a very heavy Doom That all hard Censure should incur for some I wish Success may crown all your Desires And pray your Aid now where my Heart aspires Your Aid's the last Expedient I can try There all the hopes I have of Life do lie Great are the Pains thro' Love I undergo Which tho' unfelt by you you truly know And as you judg them please your Favour show MADAM Your great Admirer and humbly-devoted Servant Philabius Philomela having not vouchsaft her Aid Philabius writ his Farewel to his beautious Mistress as follows My only DEAR IT grieves my Soul to write my last Adieu To one I so entirely love as you All Happiness your Self and Friends I wish Tho' no way kind to me in my Address I know Affection is not always free Tho' one be fond another may not be Heav'n grants it as a Favour now and then That where we love we are belov'd agen I find your Favour Dear I can't obtain And cease my Suit which I could wish to gain But cease as doubting all my Suit 's in vain Or ' stead of Favour may incur Disdain What I have writ already pray resent With Kindness as by me 't was kindly meant Which tho' not worth your Thanks or Notice still A gentle Heart despises not good Will As far as I among the World converse Unseigned Friends I find are very scarce And wish I had one Friend on Earth as true As if accepted I had been to you The Heav'ns 't is like far greater Things design T' attend your Fate than Kindnesses of mine Heav'n grant my Life a quick and gentle end And let all Joy my Dearest still attend My joyful Hopes to Sorrows now must turn My Muse in Silence shall for ever mourn 'Till Death gives ease and quiet in my Urn. Philabius A gentle Reviver writ by Philabius to his beautious Mistress My only DEAR I 'Ve try'd and try'd but find 't is ne'er the near T'unlove that Person once I call'd my Dear My only Dear and find she must be so In spight of all abused Love can do When Love 's abus'd in some it turns to Hate It can't in me may it's so far from that I rather love you more if more may be When Love 's exalted to its high'st degree To Love and find great Slights and almost Scorn May seem severe and hardly to be born Yet this from you and yours I undergo And love you still entirely and you know Such Trials height of Love will truly shew Some in Addresses no resistance find Their Love-suit's easy and their Mistress kind Kind Fortune with such Lovers sports and plays These freely may enjoy Love's Holy-days Others in Love-suits Hardships undergo They can't prevail upon their Mistress so But meet with Lets and Rubs and yet at last Run smoothly on and win the doubtful Cast Some others more unfortunate than these Reap but Disdain for all their Kindnesses And such am I who yet with chearful Mind Bear even this to you my Dear resign'd Tho' Heav'n on us is often pleas'd to frown We must not be displeas'd but still love on Some Lovers Beauty meerly for the sake Of Beauty love and seek not to partake Of more Enjoyments yet Disdain to them Would seem severe and check their fond Esteem I therefore even these in Love surpass And nothing stirs me where my Love I place That Apathy the Stoicks teach to me Seems but a frigid-dull Philosophy With Patience arm'd just Passions let 's pursue It keeps our Thoughts in action ever new Let us agree then Dearest to go on I with my Love and you with your Disdain Time and Experience to us both will shew Which in our Pursuits weary first may grow I 'm apt to think th' advantage on my side Disdain Love's kind Assaults can scarce abide Love sweetly charms the Mind where it does reign That Soul 's uneasy where there is Disdain How then shall this hold out with that but tire And yield to Love as Nature does
married was false My only DEAR QUeen Mab you see late put me in a Fright To sport with Mortals Faries take delight It 's not the first time she has serv'd me so Would now with Joy she 'd recompence my Woe When she said you were wedded 't was to try How meekly with Heav'ns Orders I 'd comply And found 't was with all Resignation done Tho' hard as if I 'd sacrifiz'd a Son O! could I be rewarded as the Man In whom such pure Obedience first began The Queen now says I may in Love proceed Tho' still without assurance to succeed Some gentle Hopes she grants I entertain And leave the rest to Providence again No India Merchant ever would give more Effects in his Adventure to ensure With Hopes reviv'd by leave I then go on My heav'nly Dear saluting once agen And shall salute her Monthly while on Earth Kind Heav'n vouchsafes my Fairest here to breath And she continues in unmarried State And Men are free to try contingent Fate Twice since I heard you wedded I 'd a Mind To see a Beauty might perhaps been kind Twice intervening Chances put me by Of that Design as 't were by Destiny This makes me think since you are single still There something lies conceal'd in Heav'ns Will Which You and I may fatally fulfil I hear my Rival's lately at a stand As no Man Fortune can at Will command I wish him well and ever shall as he Must have his Lot so I my Destiny If with your Favour Dearest now I may Be free to utter what I have to say I think I 've Reason greatly to complain Of your hard dealing with such Love as mine I need not tell you what your conscious Mind Foretels you that you have been most unkind I am persuaded both your Friends and You Must be convinc'd my Love is great and true And that whatever here I have on Earth Is yours at Will I nothing for it crave But Kindness If you cannot condescend To make me Husband let me be your Friend Your Friendship only should engage me still To serve my Dearest with my utmost Zeal Let me persuade you Dear no Friend to slight When found endear him as your Eye does light I mean a Friend will firmly stand his Ground Pretending Friends are common to be found By Men of Learning Love has been defin'd A fond desire we have of being kind To those we love for Beauty's sake To you Soon would I prove this Definition true Would you give way and poss'bly might do more For you than all the Friends you have in store As you are now at Bath there would I be If any hopes of Welcome I could see Whenever Love and Service hitherto I 've tender'd still they found Contempt with you As I strive to oblige you take offence For tender Kindness 't is hard recompence Tho' offer'd Service oft has such Success In you I hop'd t' have found it otherwise I thought in you a mild-sweet Temper reign'd That tender'd Kindness would not be disdain'd O! please to shew by some kind Word or Deed Your Lover in so judging not deceiv'd To none for Friendship did I ever sue Or court for Kindness as your Friends and You. No Self-advantage therein I propose Both Life and Fortunes for you I would lose Use or abuse me as you please you see How great 's the Force of stedfast Constancy Many to me in Kindness now excel Only presuming that I wish them well From none such Usage as from you I 've found For whom my Love did ever most abound Surely there 's something tho' unknown to me Moves your Averseness in so high degree O! let me know why you are so severe Freedom allow to try my self to clear If I have Failures so have other Men We can but promise that we 'll mend agen Nature I 'd force to mend all Faults I have And ' stead of Servant I would be your Slave My most endeared Princess you shall be Rule me with Mildness or with Tyranny These Protestations Dearest please receive And let your Lover in your Favour live It 's all on Earth 't is all he begs of you So with all Fondness bids his Dear adieu Philabius The last Address writ by Philabius to his beautious Mistress My only DEAR HArd Case it seems Heav'n should present to Men Objects that please beyond their Strength and then Find Fault they love too much and oft withstands Th' enjoyment of them by its countermands I own the Charm's abounding in my Dear O'er-pow'r my Soul that love I can't forbear And tho' Heav'n seems t' oppose me hitherto I can't desist my Suit I must pursue All ways I try my charming Dear to move I beg I pray I tender Life and Love My Fortunes Service all that Man can do And this my All is still despis'd by you Would at the time when first I kiss'd your Hand I had been banish'd in some Foreign Land There to remain for ever ne'er t' have seen This wretched State your Lover now is in If you 're resolv'd I perish pray be quick I 'd rather die than long continue sick Say plainly Dear that mine you 'll never be So seal my Death conclude my Misery Your Silence keeps me in continual Dread As tott'ring Stones when hanging o'er the Head With Frights torment us never giving rest E'en thus am I now cruelly opprest All my Invention now is at an end When Stocks are out we have no more to spend Words I here heap'd on Words with all my Zeal Hoping thereby t' incline your gracious Will No Word of Comfort can get from my Fair O! keep me now if ever from Despair Philabius A Copy of Verses writ by a Platonick to his Valentine Most beautious Princess WHEN joyful Birds have chose at Spring Their pretty Mates they quaintly sing Their little Notes and strive to please Those whom they love I taught by these Salute my Dearest with this Air As you surpass their fairest Fair So should my Song their Chant excel And 't will if you but say 't is well See how their Quills with curious dyes Are deckt to please their Lovers Eyes The inn'cent White the constant Blue The hopeful Green and stately how Of Purple joyful Yellow's there Gay Red and Black Badge of Despair There is no Passion of the Mind But there exprest the Eye does find Thus drest they fly with Wings of Love Together to some pleasant Grove Where nothing can disturb their Joys All 's calm and still and free from Noise Some gentle Stream steals softly by ' Fraid to offend Love's Mystery Sweet Flowers from the Fields beneath With Smells perfume the Air they breath Fresh Blossoms from the budding Trees Afford them rare varieties Of Food Thus blest in all Desires They pass their Days in am'rous Fires Blest Birds but blest with sensual Joys A Bliss for Birds Alas what Toys To Bliss of Man the Bliss of Mind To sensual Objects unconfin'd With
require And this is that to which my Hopes aspire Philabius Another Epistle writ by Philabius to his beautious Mistress My only DEAR IF Men distracted chance to give Offence Good Natures turn it all to Innocence I hope in you such Goodness I shall find O'er-doz'd with Love I 'm discompos'd in Mind I write and write and know not what I do O! pardon this fond Trouble giv'n to you With Thought o'er-set my Soul no rest can have But in your Kindness or my fatal Grave Oft do my Friends dissuade me from my Suit Such is my Love no Friend on Earth can do 't Whate'er Severeness you to me shall shew If Love be true 't will creep where 't cannot go Who shall presume t' a Lover Laws prescribe The Law within him is his only Guide ' Tshall not be said I vow'd Love to my Dear And fell from what my Protestations were Love now so long I 've foster'd in my Breast In wilful Bondage I must lie opprest My Will is not my own to wish me free Or eas'd of my endeared Misery When Love 's inflam'd it 's vain to seek an end On it will go as boundless as the Wind. Oft by your House I sad and musing pass Fain would I enter then I cry Alas All is Unkindness there I ever found Despairing Thoughts my willing Mind confound My Soul at least is ever with my Dear Her Charms admiring whisp'ring in her Ear. Soft is that Whisper which when you perceive In silent Thoughts you roughly bid it Leave My Soul then silent for a while does stand Humbly obedient to your dread Command Watches a time its Courtship to renew Believe me so ' will ever ever do Alas my Dear take some small Care of me My Zeal for you a Person blind may see Long since it is I writ you an Adieu Can't yet resign to leave my Home and You. Still am in Fear that dreadful Day will come Which I may truly call my Day of Doom If you enforce it what can I then say What Heav'n denies us we cannot enjoy A Wand'rer in the World I then become No Friend I have on Earth no House nor Home And if I had them what are these to me When I 'm debarr'd your dear Society If I must leave my Country Friends and Dear And as a Vagrant wander here and there My Spirit mightily will return to you Be not affrighted when you it shall view 'T will be as gentle as my Heart is kind Begging and Praying Kindness I may find As you 'd have Kindness from the Pow'rs above Tho' not your Person let me have your Love I 'm but your Eccho Kindness thence you pray Kindness from you my Soul again does cry Heav'n grant that both our Prayers may be heard Your Kindness mine Heav'ns Kindness your Reward Philabius The last intended Farewel writ by Philabius to his beautious Mistress on his hearing she was married to his Rival My only DEAR THis Month is call'd the merry Month of May I wish to me 't were as the People say So 't was in you to make it had you pleas'd My sad and discomposed Mind t' have eas'd In Fields delightful lately I have gone T' enjoy the pleasure of the glorious Sun Revive my Senses all the various ways Our Sense by Nature's Bounty now enjoys Our Eyes are feasted with the curious dye Flowers display in great variety Their fragrant Odours strangely please the Smell Soft to the Foot the tender Meadows feel Young Fruits delight the Taste the spacious Sky Resounding with the charming Melody Of chanting Birds compleats our Senses Joy Thrice happy those whose undisturbed Mind Calm Ease enjoys when Nature is so kind Unhappy Man my Fate is most severe I languish through th' unkindness of my Dear Cares and despairing Thoughts my Soul oppress Without my Fair there is no Happiness Thus all complaining to my Self I talkt With Sorrows tir'd while in the Fields I walkt At length betwixt a Lilly and a Rose I lay'd me down to take a small Repose I could not sleep but slumber'd for a while Th'uneasy time thus striving to beguile Long could not slumber but awakt agen When all surpriz'd I saw the curious Scene Of Nature chang'd and wonder'd what did mean The Sun was clouded and the Air was cold The Meadows all unpleasing to behold Their Verdure faded all their Beauty gone The Lilly black the blushing Rose turn'd wan While thus amaz'd Queen Mab I chanc'd to spy With num'rous Train of Fairies standing by O Queen I cry'd what means this sudden change Is Nature nigh its end 't is wondrous strange The Queen enjoyn'd me Patience then reply'd You know we often visit your Bed-side You are no Stranger to our ways you 've seen How we 're concern'd in all Designs of Men. You Mortals oft propose your selves a Bliss In your Pursuits now that and sometimes this We watch your Motions know all you intend Abet or Counter as Heav'n has design'd Think not that Men can gain all they pursue Heav'n guides them by its providential Clew Whate'er they purpose Heaven will dispose Their fondest Longings often they must lose Strive not against great Providence's course Which leads the willing others draws by force We are its Servants in an Order far Surpassing yours your Guidance is our Care With this Advice let me possess your Mind If you 'll live happy live with Ease resign'd Those fond Enjoyments Men would fain obtain Prove often fatal if they chance to gain Man headlong runs presuming on his Wit When Heav'n alone knows what for him is fit This change of Nature you so much admire Is wrought by us as we with Fate conspire That Beauty in the Fields when you lay down All on a sudden to your Dear is gone You know of Beauty she had ever store And those have much you find will still have more This we have lent her for her Wedding-dress To make her Person charming in Excess Your Patience now for I must tell you too She 's e'en now wedded tho' unknown to you Enquire not of me who the Man may be We long since told you what 's your Destiny Which future Times to you will make appear With what concerns your Rival and your Dear This said the Queen was in a moment gone With her Attendants leaving me alone I deeply sigh'd enforc'd by Nature tho' Grief in such Cases us no Good can do And Fairest now its time to take my leave My long Farewel I therefore to you give Whate'er Unkindness I from you have found It 's all forgot and in my Fondness drown'd Kind Wishes you shall ever have from me Now humbly yielding to the Fate 's Decree If by oft Writing I have you displeas'd I beg at parting I may be releas'd My Pen's fond Trouble now is wholly o'er Nor ever shall disturb my Dearest more Philabius A second Reviver writ by Philabius to his beautious Mistress upon his being inform'd that the Report of her being
pressing for the Sin However future times may judge the Thing His Country's Love will all things over bear And 's vast desire of Praise But see from far The Decii Drusi and Torquatus dread With 's Axe Camillus with his Ensigns spread But those two Souls so Friendly now you see While 'mong the Shades they shining equally With glorious Arms if e'er they come to Life Alas what Wars they 'll raise and bloody Strife Betwixt them One from th' Alpes with 's force will come Th' other an opp'site Army'll bring from Rome O Youths use not your Minds to Wars as these Nor ' gainst your Country's Bowels turn your force You Caesar first forbear you Heav'n-sprung Man Throw by your Arms my Blood That famous Man at Corinth Graecians slain Returning Victor shall his Triumph gain He Argos and Mycenae shall subvert The last of them great Agamemnon's Seat And e'en Aeacides of Achilles Race Revenging Trojan Wrongs and that difgrace Prophane Minerva's Temple shown Can I Great Cato you or Costus you pass by In silence or the Race of Gracchus or The Scipio's both call'd Thunderbolts of War Great Lybia's Ruin Or Fabricius you Great Soul'd tho poor or th' happy Man at Plough Serranus Fabii whither lead me now Being tir'd Maximus you that Man we 'll own Who by delays restor'd our falling Throne Others in Brass and Marble to the Life Sweet Sculptures make you 'd think they were alive Plead Causes better and more nicely know The site of the Earth Heav'ns rising Signs to shew Mind you O Roman to rule over Men These shall be your Arts how in Peace to reign The Meek to favour Haughty to keep down Thus said Anchises Adds to their Surprize See how Marcellus with Spoils laden goes A glorious Conq'rer how he all out-shews This Knight the State all discompos'd at home Shall set to rights the Lybians overcome And rebel Gauls And to Quirinus then Spoils took the third time from them he shall hang. Aeneas here for he saw with him pass A Youth with shining Arms of wondrous Grace But 's Count'nance clouded with dejected Eyes Who Father is 't the Man accompanies His Son or some great Man's from us will spring What Shouts about him how resembling him But round his Head a sad-dark Cloud appears Anchises then all melting into Tears Says Son wish not that depth of Grief to know Yours may attend The Fates will only shew That Youth to th' Earth nor let him longer live O Gods The Roman Race should he survive Would seem to you too great What mighty Groans The martial Field at Rome will fill What Moans O Tyberinus will you see when you Pass by his Tomb with Tears all fresh and new Nor will ought Youth of Trojan Stock e'er raise His Roman Grandsires hopes so much as this Nor shall Rome's Empire ever boast that she Had such a Son as this O Piety And honest upright Mind Unconquer'd Hand None e'er with Safety might your Arms withstand On Foot or Horseback Ah! much pity'd Child Could you your hard Fate shun you should be call'd Marcellus Lillies by whole handfuls strew Before him I will Purple Flowers throw On 's Ghost at least heapt Presents let 's bestow Thus thro' Elysium they walkt here and there Observing all Things as their Pleasures were When old Anchises this had shewn his Son And fill'd his Mind with Glories were to come He tells him what Wars he must undertake Of the Laurentines and Latinus Seat And how he Dangers must avoid or fly And sometimes suffer in Adversity Two Gates there are of Dreams they say that one Is made of Horn where true Dreams pass alone Of Iv'ry th'others made whence to the Sky False Dreams and Fantasms Ghosts use to convey When these things to his Son and Sibyll both Anchises had declar'd he sent them forth At th' Iv'ry Gate Aeneas took his way T' his Ships and finding there his Men to stay He to Cajeta in strait Course did steer Cast Anchor there and turn'd his Sterns to shoar The Fourth Eclogue of Virgil. SIcilian Muses Let us raise our Strain Shrubs and some Tamarisks please not ev'ry Man This Past'ral Song deserves a Consul's Ear. The Sibyll's last Age now has run'ts career And th'Ages great Course must a new begin The Virgin comes with Saturn's Reign agen A new Race now from Heav'n is sent on Earth O chast Lucina savour the Infant 's Birth By whom the Iron Age shall cease and thro' The World a Golden Age shall rise a new And your Apollo's Kingdom shall ensue And while you 're Consul Pollio this our Bliss Commences with the great Months Happiness While you 're in Pow'r if any Taints appear Of former Crimes they 're null'd with Mortals fear He 'll live as God and see his Godlike Men With Heroes mixt and he 'll be seen of them And rule as his great Ancestors had done But Child to you as first small Presents th' Earth Untill'd in plenty Ivies will bring forth With Avens and as grateful to your view Brankursine with the Aegyptian Bean will shew The Goats to you full Dugs of Milk shall bring 〈◊〉 will the Herds fierce Lyons fear if seen Your Cradle ' tself sweet Flowers shall display The Snake and guileful pois'nous Weed shall die Th' Assyrian fragrant Shrub grow commonly But when you come to read the Heroes Praise Your Fathers Facts and know what Virtue is The Corn-fields yellow will begin to shew The Berries on wild Thorns will ruddy grow And Heav'n-dropt Hony from hard Oaks will flow Yet still some few Seeds of our ancient Guile Will spring and make us take a second Toil At Sea New Wall-towns build and till the Ground And there must be another Typhis found Another Argo Heroes to convey And other Wars with Battles in Array And great Achilles must again to Troy When after this you 're grown a perfect Man The Sailor shall give o'er the Seas nor then Shall Vessels Traffick carry to and fro But all things freely ev'ry where shall grow The Earth from Harrow free the Vine from Hook The Ploughman's Oxen shall discharge from Yoak Wool shall no longer take a borrow'd hew But on the Ram a Purple Fleece shall grow Sometimes a Yellow and the native Die Of Sandix-cloath the Lambs are feeding by The Destinies with the pow'r of Fate agreed Run on such Ages to their Spindless cry'd Dear Offspring of the Gods Jove's great increase O! now 's your time great Honours to possess See how the World jogs with its Convex weight The Earth the Seas high Heav'n in its Flight How all Things Joy express at th' Age to come O! that my Thread of Life may hold so long And Muses Vigour your Deeds to record Orpheus in Verse then shall not me out-word E'en with his Mother's Aid Calliope Nor Linus with his Father Phoebus by If Pan th' Arcadian God contends he 'll own Tho' judge himself himself by me outdone Your Mother Child by Smile