AMADIS. So Phœbus mounts triumphant in the skies, The clouds difperfe, and gloomy horror flies; Darkness gives place to the victorious light, And all around is gay, and all around is bright. ORIANA. Our prefent joys are sweeter from past pain; To Love and Heaven, by fuffering we attain. URGANDA. Whate'er the virtuous and the just endure, [A triumphant flourish of all the inftruments, with which the play concludes.] VOL. V. EPILOGUE. By the Right Honourable Jofeph Addifon, Efq. W HEN Orpheus tun'd his pipe with pleafing woe, That this night's ftrains the fame fuccefs may find, The birds to warble, and the fprings to flow. The fame dull fights in the fame landskip mixt, But howfoe'er to please your wandering eyes, *The Ladies. END OF LANSDOWNE'S POEMS. "THE Poems of Dr. Watts were, by my recommendation, inferted in this "Collection; the Readers of which are to impute to me whatever pleasure or "weariness they may find in the perufal of Blackmore, Watts, Pomfret, and "Yalden." Then, lovely mourner, wipe those tears away, But keep thy looks and mind ferene, OULD mournful fighs, or floods of tears, prevent A chearful look, and an unconquer'd eye. Could all the anguish of my mind Remove my cares, or make but Fortune kind; Soon I'd the grateful tribute pay, And weep my troubled thoughts away: To wealth and pleasure every figh prefer, And more than gems efteem each falling tear. II. But, fince infulting cares are most inclin'd And tears, like fruitful showers, but nourish grief; Then cease, fair mourner, to complain, Nor lavish such bright streams in vain : But ftill with chearful thoughts thy cares beguile, And tempt thy better fortunes with a smile. III. The generous mind is by its fufferings known, And, if he shrinks not at th' offensive light, HYMN TO THE MORNING. IN PRAISE OF LIGHT. I. Pring from the darkfome womb of night, ARENT of Day! whose beauteous beams of light And midft their native horrors fhow, Thou firft effay of light, and pledge of day! Ц. Rival of fhade, eternal spring of light! Thou art the genuine fource of it: From thy bright unexhausted womb, The beauteous race of days and seasons come. Thy beauty ages cannot wrong, But, fpite of time, thou 'rt ever young: Thou art alone heaven's most virgin light, He's then for empire fit, and takes his foaring flight. Whose face a veil of blushes hides from human fight. IV. Though cares affault thy breaft on every fide, Yet bravely ftem th' impetuous tide: No tributary tears to fortune pay, Nor add to any lofs a nobler day; But with kind hopes fupport thy mind, And think thy better lot behind: Amidst afflictions let thy foul be great, And fhew thou dar'it deferve a better state. III. Like fome fair bride thou rifeft from thy bed, New life to all, and quickening influence. IV. At thy approach, Nature erects her head, To thee, the grateful Eaft their altars raife, Like the fair Panix from her balmy neft: No altar of the gods can equal thine, The air's thy richest incenfe, the whole land thy fhrine! VI. But yet thy fading glories foon decay. Thine 's but a momentary stay; Too foon thou 'rt ravish'd from our fight, Barne down the ftream of day, and overwhelm'd with light. Thy beams to their own ruin hafte, Thine is a glorious, but a fhort-liv'd state. VII. Before th' Almighty Artist fram'd the sky, His firft command was for thy light; In purple fwaddling-bands it struggling lay, Old Chaos then a chearful smile put on, VIII. "Let there be Light!" the great Creator faid, A while th' Almighty wondering view'd, "With Night," faid he, "divide th' imperial fway; HYMN TO DARKNESS. D ARKNESS, thou first great parent of us all, Thou art our great original: Since from thy universal womb III. Say, in what diftant region doft thou dwell, From form and duller matter free, Involv'd in thee, we firft receive our breath, The filent globe is ftruck with awful fear, And Earth a fabbath keeps, facred to Reft and Thee. In thy ferener shades our ghofts delight, And court the umbrage of the Night; Though folid bodies dare exclude the light, Thou reign'ft in depths below, doft in the centre dwell. VIII. The sparkling gems, and ores in mines below, IX. When thou doft raise thy venerable head, And art in genuine Night array'd, Thy Negro beauties then delight; Beauties, like polish'd jet, with their own darkness bright. X. Thou doft thy fmiles impartially bestow, And know'ft no difference here below: Thou, Darkness, art the lover's kind retreat, XII. Calm as the blefs'd above the Anchorites dwell, Does all thou fhad'ft below, thy numerous offspring, The pleafures Light deny, thy fhades for ever yield. come. II. Thy wondrous birth is ev'n to Time unknown, XIII. In caves of Night, the oracles of old Gave terrors to the God, and reverence to the place. XIV. SUPPOSED TO BE SPOKEN BY AN EPICURE. In Imitation of the Second Chapter of the WISDOM of SOLOMON. To the Lord HUNSDON. A PINDARI CODE. T Is it for this he lord of all appears, And his great Maker's image bears? And in this beaten road of life drudge on! Thofe fad prophetic tears that flow And even our dawn of life with forrows overcaft. Thus we toil out a restless age, Each his laborious part must have, Down from the monarch to the flave, Say, learned Sage, thou that art mighty wife! A lambent flame with heat and motion fed? Damn'd to a loathfome grave, and an eternal night. In one confuming minute 's loft; Scatter with winds, and flow with common air. Refolves into its native clay: For duft and ashes are its fecond birth, And that incorporates too with its great parent Earth IV. Nor fhall our names our memories furvive, The empty blafts of fame shall die, In vain we dear-bought honors leave, For thee our flock of youth we wafte, And urge on life, that ebbs too fast: To purchase thee with blood, the valiant fly; And, to furvive in fame, the great and glorious die. Lavish of life, they fquander this eftate, And for a poor reverfion wait: Bankrupts and mifers to themselves they grow, Fmbitter wretched life with toils and woe, After this farce of life, then drop beneath the ftage. To hoard up endlefs fame, they know not where or how. V. |