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Sometimes the Bard wou'd strike the tuneful Lyre
With Pindar's Judgment, Strength and Fire:
Then wou'd he foften Man to Love and Wine,
Anacreon-like, melodious and divine.
Like Horace, how in lofty Lyrick Odes
Sublimely soaring, he convers’d with Gods.
O happy Soul, how gloriously endu'd!.
His Thoughts, his Actions always great and good ;
His Pleasure Study. Thus his noble Mind
To Learning, not to Grandeur, was inclin'd:
He strove to fly from a precarious Fate,
And thought that to be curs’d, was to be great. ,
All his Ambition was a little Seat,
From Courts and factious Rage a safe Retreat,'..
There to enjoy a Confort chaste and fair,
Such as Cornelia or Eudocia were.
Part of his Wilh, the little Seat he gain'd,
The latter, better Part, he ne'er obtain'd.

" Had the deserving Bard, like thee, been bless'd,
" And of a Confort, such as thine, poffefs’d;
“ Like thee enjoy'd the greatest Good of Life,
6. A tender, beauteous, loving, virtuous Wife;
6 Cowley had still the Mark of Envy been,
« Of Husbands now, as of the Witling then..

DAPHNIS and CHLO E.

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N Aphnis stood pensive in the Shade

With Arms across, and Head reclin'd: .
Pale Looks accus'd the cruel Maid,
And Sighs reliev'd his Love-lick Mind.
His tuneful Pipe all broken lay,

cing Looks, Sighs and Actions feem'd to say, “ZEY?" My Chloe is unkind. ' Lib.1.1:

Why

Why ring the Woods with warbling Throats
Ye Larks, ye Linnets, cease your Strains.
I faintly hear in your sweet Notes
My Cloe's Voice, that wakes my Pains.
Yet why Thou'd you your Songs forbear?
Your Mates delight your Songs to hear,
But Chloe mine disdains.

3.

As thus he melancholy stood,
Dejected as the lonely Dove,
Sweet Sound broke gently through the Wood.

I feel a Sound, my Heart-strings move ;
''Twas not the Nightingale that sung: :
No, 'tis my Chloè's sweeter Tongue.
Hark! hark! what says my Love.

How simple is the Nymph, she cries,
Who trifles with her Lover's Pain :
Nature still speaks in Womens Eyes,
Our artful Lips are made to feign.
O Daphnis, Daphnis, 'twas my Pride,
'Twas not my Heart, thy Love deny’d:
Come back, dear Youth, again.

As tother Day my Hand he seiz'd,
My Blood with trickling Motion Aew::
Sudden I put on Looks difpleas'd,
And hasty from his Hold withdrew.
'Twas Fear alone, thou simple Swain ;
Then, hadst thou press’d my Hand again,
My Heart had yielded too.

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Lara GIBSONI Soboles, capaci 1 Qui refers cantum ingenio Parentem ; O noyum Ætone decus, & tuæ fpes

Altera gentis !

Cernis,

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Cernis, ut gratus ftudeam videri,
Dum, tuis captus numeris, repono
Impares, desueta diu retractans

sinol Munera Mufæ.
At tuo magni modo vox Maronis'
Fulminat versu, modo Naso mollis
Ludit, aut Cycuus Venufinus alta . .

. . . Nubila 'tranat.

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O tuas, prædulcis Etona, fedes i Lind
Quas alit pulchro Thamesis Auentosos a:
Quas colit Phæbus, facili & ministrator

· carmina venâ!

Fida dux olim mihi tu Juvent,
Sed tuis juflis malefidus ipse;
Tamq; fælici (pudet heu!) parente in

. : dignus Alumnus.

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Te tamen, fiquid-loquar audiendum,
Grata vox unam celebrare geftit ;
Et tibi quæ tutè dabas rependet

Dona Camæna.

At mali quid Fama fufurrat audax?
Castra Mufarum trepidant tumultu
Bellico * En ipsum coit in Magiftrum

Turba rebellis.

* The Scholars of Eaton had at that time bid defiance to the Master, and openly oppa'd him.

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Heu breves veftri, Juvenes, triumphi !
Intonat fæva scuticâ Magifter,
Et graves poenas repetit Hagellis

Corpore felto.
Interim te lætor, Amice, tantæ iii.
.. Temet immunem tenuisse culpæ: .. .
Sic decet vestrum genus, ac piorum

. . : - Jufla Parentum.

Gaudeo & fratri veteres triumphos... ...
* Jam novis auctos : premit æmulus te,
Ac tibi lele probat élte pluiquam

Stirpe Gemellum.
Nempe cum mox Oxonium, fuove
Alma te Mater gremio fovebit; :: :
Hunc suum, poft te, fchola jactitabit is song

vain . . Proximum honorem.

ii * His Brother had not long since been removed higher in the School, as had the young Gentleman himself Jome time before him. ..

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THAT our News, and the political Reflections we shall hereafter

I make, may be the better understood, it will be necessary to give the Reader a fhort; but just Idea of the present Posture of Affairs, and of the different Views and Interests that are pursuing in Europe, and fome other parts of the World.' v D2

Altho'

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