They by the altar ftand, while with loose hair
The magic prophetefs begins her pray'r :
On CHAOS, EREBUS, and all the Gods,
Which in th' infernal shades have their abodes,
She loudly calls; befprinkling all the room.
With drops, fuppos'd from LETHE's lake to come.
She feeks the knot which on the forehead grows
Of new foal'd colts, and herbs by moon-light mows.
A cake of leaven in her pious hands
Holds the devoted Queen, and barefoot stands :
One tender foot was bare, the other shod,
Her robe ungirt, invoking ev'ry God,
And ev'ry Pow'r; if any bé above,
Which takes regard of ill-requited love!
Now was the time, when weary mortals steep
Their careful temples in the dew of SLEEP:
On feas, on earth, and all that in them dwell,
A death-like quiet, and deep filence fell :
But not on DIDO! whofe untamed mind
Refus'd to be by facred night confin'd:
A double paffion in her breast does move,
Love, and fierce anger for neglected love.
Thus the afflicts her foul: What shall I do?
With fate inverted, fhall I humbly woo?
And fome proud Prince, in wild NUMIDIA born,
Pray to accept me, and forget my fcorn?
Or, fhall I with the ungrateful TROJAN go?
Quit all my state, and wait upon my foe?
Is not enough, by fad experience! known
The perjur'd race of falfe LAOMEDON?
With my SIDONIANS fhall I give them chafe,
Bands hardly forced from their native place?
No,---dye! and let this fword thy fury tame;
Nought but thy blood can quench this guilty flame.
Ah fifter! vanquifh'd with my paffion, thou
Betray'd me firft, dispensing with my vow.
Had I been conftant to SICH AUS ftill,
And fingle liv'd, I had not known this ill!
Such thoughts torment the Queen's enraged breaft,
While the DARDANIAN does fecurely reft
In his tall ship, for fudden flight prepar'd;
To whom once more the fon of Jove appear'd;
Thus seems to speak the youthful Deity,
Voice, hair, and color, all like MERCURY.
Fair VENUS' feed! canft thou indulge thy fleep, Nor better guard in fuch great danger keep? Mad, by neglect to lofe fo fair a wind! If here thy fhips the purple morning find, Thou shalt behold this hoftile harbour fhine With a new fleet, and fires, to ruin thine She meditates revenge, refolv'd to dye ; Weigh anchor quickly, and her fury fly.
This faid, the God in fhades of night retir❜d. Amaz'd ÆNEAS, with the warning fir'd, Shakes off dull fleep, and rouzing up his men. Behold! the Gods command our flight again : Fall to your oars, and all your canvas spread : What God fo'er that thus vouchfafes to lead, We follow gladly, and thy will obey. Affift us ftill, smoothing our happy way. And make the reft propitious !---With that word, He cuts the cable with his fhining fword: Thro' all the navy doth like ardor reign, They quit the fhore, and rush into the main :
Plac'd on their banks, the lufty TROJANS fweep NEPTUNE'S smooth face, and cleave the yielding deep.
On the Picture of a Fair Youth, taken
S gather'd flowers, while their wounds are new, Look gay, and fresh, as on the ftalk they grew; Torn from the root that nourish'd them, a while (Not taking notice of their fate) they smile; And, in the hand which rudely pluck'd them, show Fairer than those that to their autumn grow; So love, and beauty, ftill their visage grace: Death cannot fright them from their wonted place. Alive, the hand of crooked Age had mat’d Those lovely features, which cold Death has fpar'd, No wonder then he sped in love fo well, When his high paffion he had breath to tell; When that accomplish'd foul, in this fair frame, No bufinefs had, but to perfuade that dame; Whofe mutual love advanc'd the youth fo high, That, but to heav'n, he could no higher fly. On a Brede of divers Colors, woven by Four Ladies.
AWICE twenty flender virgin-fingers twine
As nature them, fo they this fhade have wrought;
Soft as their hands, and various are their thought.
Not JUNO's bird, when, his fair train dif-fpread,
He woos the female to his painted bed;
No, not the bow, which so adorn the skies :
So glorious is, or boafts fo many dies.
A PANEGYRIC to my LORD PROTECTOR, of the present Greatnefs, and joint Intereft of his HIGHNESS, and this Nation.
HILE with a ftrong, and yet a gentle, hand,
You bridle faction, and our hearts command;
Protect us from our felves, and from the foe,
Make us unite, and make us conquer too;
Let partial spirits still aloud complain :
Think themselves injur'd that they cannot reign:
And own no liberty, but where they may
Without controul upon their fellows prey.
Above the waves as NEPTUNE fhew'd his face
To chide the winds, and fave the TROJAN race :
So, has your HIGHNESS, rais'd above the reft,
Storms of ambition toffing us represt.
Your drooping country, torn with civil hate,
Reftor'd by you, is made a glorious state;
The feat of empire, where the IRISH COME,
And the unwilling Scots, to fetch their doom.
The fea's our own: and now, all nations greet,
With bending fails, each veffel of our Fleet:
Your pow'r extends as far as winds can blow,
Or fwelling fails upon the globe may go.
Heav'n, (that hath plac'd this island to give law,
To balance EUROPE, and her states to awe,)
In this conjunction doth on BRITAIN smile ;
The greatest Leader, and the greatest Ifle!
Whether this portion of the world were rent,
By the rude ocean, from the continent;
Or thus created; it was fure defign'd
To be the facred refuge of mankind.
Hither th' oppreffed fhall henceforth refort,
Juftice to crave, and fuccour at your Court;
And then
your HIGHNESS, not for ours alone,
But for the world's PROTECTOR fhall be known.
FAME, swifter than your wing'd navy, flies
Thro' ev'ry land that near the ocean lies
Sounding your name, and telling dreadful news
To all that piracy, and rapine, use.
With fuch a Chief the meaneft nation bleft,
Might hope to lift her head above the rest:
What may be thought impoffible to do
By us embraced, by the fea, and You?
Lords of the world's great waste, the ocean, we
Whole forests send to reign upon the sea;
And ev'ry coaft may trouble, or relieve:
But none can visit us without your
Angels, and we, have this prerogative,
That none can at our happy feats arrive :
While we defcend at pleasure to invade
The bad with vengeance, and the good to aid.
Our little world, the image of the great,
Like that, amidst the boundless ocean fet,
Of her own growth, hath all that nature craves;
And all that's rare, as tribute from the waves.
As EGYPT does not on the clouds rely,
But to the NILE owes more than to the sky;
So, what our earth, and what our heav'n denies,
Our ever-conftant friend, the fea, fupplies.
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