Watch'd by the Genius of this Royal Place,
And mighty Visions of the Danish Race.
His Refuge then was for a Temple fhown:
But, He reftor'd, 'tis now become a Throne.
The DREAM.
By the Earl of ROSCOMMON.
O the pale Tyrant, who to horrid Graves
Condemns fo many thousand helpless Slaves
Ungrateful we do gentle Sleep compare;
Who, tho' his Victories as num❜rous are,
Yet from his Slaves no Tribute does he take,
But woful Cares that load them while they wake
When his foft Charms had eas'd my weary Sight
Of all the baneful Troubles of the Light;
Dorinda came divefted of the Scorn,
Which the unequall'd, Maid so long had worn ; 、
How oft in vain had Love's great God effay'd,
To tame the ftubborn Heart of that bright Maid?
Yet fpight of all the Pride that fwells her Mind,
The humble God of Sleep can make her kind;
Arifing Bluff increas'd the Native Store
Of Charms that but too fatal were before.
Once more prefent the Vision to my view,
The fweet Illufion, gentle Fate, renew!
How kind, how lovely fhe; how ravisht I!
Shew me, bleft God of Sleep, and let me die.
Upon the Death of the Earl of DUNDEE
By Mr. DRYDEN.
H laft and beft of Scots! who didft maintain
Thy Country's Freedom, from a foreign Reigns
New People fill the Land now thou art gone,
New Gods the Temples, and new Kings the Throne
Scotland and Thee did each in other live;
Nor wou'dft thou her, nor cou'd fhe thee furvive.
Farewel, who dying didst support the State,
And cou'dft not fall but with thy Country's Fate,
The RAPTURE.
Yield, I. yield, and can no longer fay
My eager Thoughts, that force themselves away. Sure, none infpir'd, whofe Heat transports 'em ftill: Above their Reason, and beyond their Will, Can firm against the strong Impulse remain :Cenfure it felf were not fo fharp a Pain. Let vulgar Minds fubmit to vulgar Sway; What Ignorance fhall think, or Malice fay, To me are Trifles; if the knowing few, Who can fee Faults, but can forgive them too, Applaud that Genius which themselves partake, And fpare the Poet for the Mufe's fake.
The Muse who raises me from humble Ground,
To view the vaft and various World around:
How faft I-mount! In what a wond'rous way.
I grow transported to this large Survey!
I value Earth no more, and far below
Methinks I fee the bufie Pigmies go;
My Soul entranc'd, is in a Rapture brought-
Above the common Tracts of vulgar Thought, .
With Fancy wing'd I feel the purer Air,
And with Contempt look down on Human Care,
Airy Ambition, ever foaring high,
Stands moft expos'd to my cenforious Eye:
Behold 'em toiling up a flipp'ry Hill,
Where, tho' arriv'd, they must be toiling still.
Some, with unsteady Feet, juft fall'n to Ground;
Others at top, whose Heads are turning round,
To this high Sphere it happens ftill that fome,
The most unfit, are forwardeft to come;
Yet among these are Princes forc'd to chufe,
Or feek out fuch as would perhaps refuse.
Pow'r, if too great, is fafely plac'd in none,
And foon becomes a Dragon, or a Drone.
Either remifs and negligent of all,
Or elfe Imperious and Tyrannical.
The Mufe inspires me now to look agen,
And fee a meaner fort of fordid Men,
Doating on lile Heaps of yellow Duft;
For that, defpifing Honour, Eafe, and Luft.
Let other Bards, expreffing how it shines,
Defcribe with Envy, what the Mifer finds;
But like fome Heap of Dirt it seems to me,
Where we may juft fuch crawling Vermine see.
Through Filth they creep a thousand crooked ways,
Infenfible of Infamy or Praise.
Loaded with Guilt, they ftill pursue their Course;
Nor are to be reftrain'd by Friendship's facred Force.
Not to inlarge on fuch an obvious Thought;
Behold their Folly, which tranfcends their Fault !
Alas, their Cares and Caution only tend
To gain the Means, and then to lofe the End.
Like Heroes in Romances, ftill in Fight
For Miftreffes that yield them no Delight.
This, of all Vice, does most debase the Mind,
And Gold is an Allay to Human-kind.
Oh, happy Times, when no fuch thing as Coin E'er tempted Friends to part, or Foes to join! Cattle, or Corn, among those harmless Men, Was all their Wealth; the Gold and Silver then: Corn was too bulky to corrupt a Tribe,
And bellowing Herds would have betray'd the Bribe,
Our Traffick is meer intercourse of Ill,
And ev'ry Wind brings a new Mischief ftill';
By Trade we flourish in our Leaves and Fruit,
But Av'rice and Excefs devour the Root,
Thus far the Mufe unwillingly has been
Fix'd on the dull, lefs pleasing forts of Sin;
But with Delight fhe views the diff'rent ways
Of Luxury, and all its Charms furveys.
Oh Luxury! thou foft, but fure Deceit!
Rife of the Mean, and Ruin of the Great!
Thou fure Prefage of ill approaching Fates!
The Bane of Empires, and the Change of States!
Armies in vain refift thy mighty Pow'r;
Not Plagues, or Famine would confound them more.
Thus Rome her felf, while o'er the World she flew,
And did, by Virtue, all the World fubdue,
Was by her own Victorious Arms oppreft,
And catch'd Infection from the conquer'd Eaft;
Whence all thofe Vices came, which foon devour
The best Foundations of Renown and Pow'r.
But, oh, what need have we abroad to roam,
Who feel too much the fad Effects at home
Of wild Excess; which we so plainly find
Decays the Body, and impairs the Mind.
Yet the grave Fops must not presume from hence
To flight the facred Pleasures of the Senfe;
Our Appetites are Nature's Laws, and giv'n
Under the broad Authentick Seal of Heav'n.
Let Pedants wrangle, and let Biggots fight,
To put restraint on innocent Delight,
But Heav'n and Nature's always in the right;
They wou'd not draw poor wretched Mortals in,
Nor give Defires that shall be doom'd for Sin.
But that, in height of harmless Joys, we may
Laft to old Age, and never lose a Day:
Amidft our Pleasures we our felves fhould fpare,
And manage all with Temperance and Care.
Yet Heav'n forbid, but we fometimes may steep
Our Joys in Wine, and lull our Cares afleep:
It raises Nature, ripens Seeds of Worth;
Like Pictures wet, to fetch the Colours forth:
But if the Varnish we too oft apply,
Like Colours, we, alas! grow faint and die,
Hold, hold, impetuous Mufe: I wou'd reftrainHer over-eager Heat, but all in vain ;Abandon'd to Delights, the longs to rove;
I check her here, and now the flies to Love;
Shews me some rural Nymph by Shepherd chas'd,
Soon overtaken, and as foon embrac'd;
The Grafs by her, as the by him is preft;
For fhame, my Mufe, let Fancy guess the reft;
At such a Point Fancy can never ftay,
But flies beyond whatever you can say.
Behold the filent Shades, the am'rous Grove,
The dear Delights, the very A&t of Love.
This is his loweft Sphere, his Country Scene,
Where Love is humble, and his Fare but mean,
Yet fpringing up, without the Help of Art,
Leaves a fincerer Relish of the Heart ;
More healthfully, tho❜not so finely fed,
And better thrives than where more nicely bred:
But 'tis in Courts where most he makes a Show,
And high Enthron'd, governs the World below; -
For, though in Hiftories learn'd Ignorance
Attributes all to Cunning, or to Chance,
Love, in that grave Disguise, does often smile,
Knowing the Caufe was Kindness all the while.
What Story, Place, or Perfon does not prove.
The boundless Influence of mighty Love?
Where-e'er the Sun does vig'rous Heats inspire,
Both Sexes love and languish in Desire.
The weary'd Swain, faft in the Arms of Sleep,
Love can awake, and often sighing keep;
And bufie Gown-men, by fond Love difguis'd,
Will leafure find to make themselves despis'd.
Imperious Kings fubmit to Beauty's fway;
Beauty it felf, a greater Prince than they,
With all its Vanity, and all its Pride,
Lyes often languishing by fome blefs'd Shepherd's fide,
I meant to flight the foft bewitching Charm,
But yet my Head and Heart are both too warm;
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