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My motives sure no man can blame,

So many charms I wed;
Thee something I forbear to name

Drew to the nuptial bed,

O Keil, in algebra and statics

Who has not heard thy fame,
Thou constant friend to mathematics,

Thou lover of that fame.

No mortal can like thee decide

The motions of the sphere,
What planets at our birth preside,

What good or ill draws near.

You know the mighty pow'rs, the sway

They bear on human paffion;
And if your wife should go astray,

Don't blame her inclination.

But MARS and Venus you will fay

Favour'd this new alliance,
And, whoring in an honest way,

To horns you bid defiance,

Thy front requires no foreign aid,

In native brafs fecure;
Sure as you found your wife a maid,

She will continue pure.


No rakes, by wanton glance allur'd,

Will e'er attempt thy bed ;
Thy wond'rous knowledge hath secur'd

Thy astronomic head.


No man can now with justice blame

The heat of your complexion ; Quench then at home thy lawful flame,

'Tis conjugal affection.

Where e'er you go a thousand cares

Are by this means allay'd;
No mother for her daughter fears,

No mistress for her maid,

You need not seek or hedge or grove,

Or thickets out of shame;
Or on the hay-cock, bed of love!

Caress the sun-burnt dame.

Careless of what the world may say,

Indulge it with thy dear ;
Revel it all the live-long day,

And damn the wits that fneer.

But should thy stars, exceeding cross,

Bereave this spouse of life ;
Bear with philosophy thy loss,

And take a second wife,


XX AsTREA with refulgent grace,

For ought I know a maid,
May meet thy ftrenuous embrace,
Troth she's an able jade :

I once had thought the girl to wed,

Struck with a fond desire,

Till heav'n had otherways decreed, And cool'd the youthful fire.

Take her, and with her as I live

An ample portion take;
But ’tis, if any thing I give,

Believe me, for thy fake.

The Song of D E B O R A H paraphrased. TO

O God, who in the souls of chiefs hath breath'd

Heroic ardour, and his right hand rais'd
With vengeance terrible, to foil th' attempts
Of hostile rage, ye fons of Israel fing.
Ye kings, ye princes, potentates, give ear
To songs of triumph, and to songs of praise ;
I'll wake the merry tabret's chearful note,
And boldly strike the sweetly-founding lyre.

When thou, O God! from top of flaming Seit
On spires most radiant didst ride sublime,
In dreadful glory, and thro' Edom lead'st
Thy troops seraphick, heav'ns high vault did bow
Obsequious, earth to her centre fhook
Reluctant at the sight; the fearful clouds
Shed tears of reverence, from mountains high,
Erst snow-clad, issued smoak in dulky wreaths,
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And Sinai shrunk, and melted at thy voice.
When mighty SHAMGAR ruld the chosen race,
And since in JAEL's time, each baneful weed
(Spontaneous product of untrodden ground)
And bramble rough perplext th' unequal ways,
Dismal refort of murderers and thieves;
Whose horrid deeds forc'd paffengers to shun
Th’ inhospitable roads. 'Twas then, alas !
'Twas then those baleful messengers of night,
Sad execrable birds, thro' faireft towns,
(The seats of desolation, void and wild)
Sat brooding melancholy ; till I, till I
Arofe with mother's fondness, to protect
My darling Isreal from oppressive wrong.
They chose, (O choice accurft!) they chose to kneel
In dark idolatries; then peace no more
In oliv'd portals smild, but discord wak'd
And kindled up the blaze of war : then say,
(If shame forbid it not) Israel, fay
Was there in forty thoufand chosen hands
Or martial spcar, or felf-defending {heild ?
My zealous foul with holy ardour burns ;
Hail, chiefs, in courage matchless, hail !
Whose swords undaunted durft defy the host
Of Canaan, enemies of God: arise
With loud Hofannas fill th' eternal throne.
Speak, who on milky steeds triumphant ride,
Token of honour, ye on whose stern brows

age in venerable order sits,
And speaks a comely fapience, praise the lord.
Let them, deliver'd from the dismal hiss
Of vaulting arrows, join the folemn hymn ;
With choral symphonies each festal gate
Shall sound, for God's the theme ; him fhall they fing
In strength, in power, in mercy infinite.
When God's the theme, why itays my hand ingrate,


And slowly strikes the string? awake, awake, A louder, and a louder strain: arise Thou dread of Jabin's hoft, in triumph lead Thy captive bands, whose chains thou erst endur'd, With grievance unredress'd. Lo, heaven commands ! To our surviving troops, with bended heads, The haughty vanquish'd nobles stand, To me they bow obedient. Blest, for ever blest Be EPHRAIM's name, from whose prolific root A branch, the scourge of AMALEK arose ; Nor least, tho' little, in the rolls of fame Be BENJAMIN inscrib'd, for thee he fought, For thee, O God, with Machir and the scribes OF ZEBULON he came ; and ISSACHAR Lefs noble joined th' embatti'd powers Of BARAK, who in dreadful deeds supreme Forsook the inaccessible ascent, And thro' the humble verdant valley wheeld His gallant infantry. But Reuben, pleas'd In eafy vassalage, with counsel bland, Infectious poison, tainted half our tribes, Preferring servile and ignoble peace To liberty, reward of honeft toil. Ah! could the lulling found of bleating flocks Please more than breath of martial instruments ? Ev'n GILEAD too by JORDAN's pleasing streams Bask'd in inglorious eafe : ah! why did Dan Prefer the servile oar, or Asher stand Regardless also of his contry's fate ? Brave ZEBULUN and NAPHTHALI disdain'd A faint retreat, but fearless stood and view'd Conspicuous far, from lofty Tabor's height, The dreadful host with haughty front advance. 'Twas on the banks of fair MEGIDDO's brook The thick-embattl'd squadrons stood, and seem'd Indisiolubly firm, for mighty kings


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