To a Lady retiring into a W HAT Breaft but yours can hold the double Fire Of fierce Devotion, and of fond Defire? Love would fhine forth, were not your Zeal fo bright, Whofe glaring Flames eclipse his gentler Light: Less seems the Faith that Mountains can remove, Than this which triumphs over Youth and Love. But shall some threat'ning Priest divide us two? What worse than that could all his Curfes do? Thus with a Fright some have refign'd their Breath, And poorly dy'd only for fear of Death. Heav'n fees our Paffions with Indulgence ftill, And they who love well, can do nothing ill. Should the World frown, yet what have we to fear? Fame, Fame, Wealth, and Pow'r, those high-priz'd Gifts of Fate, The low Concerns of a lefs happy State, Are far beneath us: Fortune's felf may take Malignant Envy, mix'd with Hate and Fear, Revenge for Wrongs too burdensome to bear, With fuch a Fate the Heav'ns decreed to vex i RINALDO fhe had charm'd with fo much Art, Hers was his Pow'r, his Perfon, and his Heart; Honour's high Thoughts no more his Mind could move, She footh'd his Rage, and turn'd it all to Love: And after all our Vows, our Sighs, our Tears, Visions of Zeal must vanquish me at last. Thus, in great HOMER's War, throughout the Field Some Hero still made all things mortal yield; But when a God once took the vanquish'd Side, The Weak prevail'd, and the Victorious dy❜d. The The VISION. Written during a Sea Voyage, when fent to command the Forces for the Relief of Tangier. W 'Ithin the filent Shades of foft Repose, Where Fancy's boundless Stream for ever . flows; Where the enfranchis'd Soul at cafe can play, But But here too foon a wretched Lover found - In deepest Griefs the Sleep can ne'er be found; With strange Surprize my troubled Fancy brings Odd antick Shapes of wild unheard-of things; Dismal and terrible they all appear, ว My Soul was shook with an unusual Fear. And kind Relief attends devout Complaints, |