For my own Part, I am ready to acknowledge, that I have tranfgreffed the Rules which I have given; and taken more Liberty than a juft Tranflation will allow. But fo many Gentlemen, whose Wit and Learning are well known, being joined in it, I doubt not but their Excellencies will make you aimple Satisfaction for my Errors.

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APHO to Phaon. By Sir Carr Scroop. Page 1

SAPHO

2 The fame wholly Tranflated by }

Mr. Pope.

3 Canace to Macareus. Mr. Dryden,

4 Phillis to Demophoon. Edward Poley, Efq;

5 The fame by Ed. Floyd.

6 Hypermneftra to Linus. Mr. Wright.

7 Ariadne to Thefeus.

8 Hermione to Oreftes. John Pultney, Efq;

11 Laodamia to Protefilaus. "Tho. Flatman, }

Efq;

12 QEnone to Paris. Mr. Cooper.

33 A Paraphrafe on OEnone to Paris.

Mrs. Bebn.

14 Paris to Helen. Mr. Duke.

15 Helen to Paris. Earl of Mulgrave, and

Mr. Dryden.

16 Penelope to Ulyffes. Mr. Rhymer.

17 The fame by Mrs. Wharton.

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18 Hypfipyle

18 Hypfipyle to Jafon. Mr. Settle.

19 Medea to Jafon. Mr. Tate.

20 Phædra to Hippolytus. Mr. Otway.
21 Dido to Eneas. Mr. Dryden.
22 The fame by another Hand.
23 Brifeis to Achilles. Sir John Carry!.
24 Dejanira to Hercules. Mr. Oldmixon.
25 The Same, by another Hand.
26 Acontius to Cydippe. Mr. Duke.
27 Cydippe to Acontius,
28 Ulyffes to Penelope.

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29 Demophoon to Phillis. 30 Paris to O Enome.

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SAPHO

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SAPHO то

PHAON.

By the Honourable Sir CARR SCROPE, Bart

The ARGUMENT.

The Poetefs Sapho, forfaken by her Lover Phaon, (whe was gone from Lesbos to Sicily) and refolved, in DeSpair, to drown herself, writes this Letter to him before fhe dies.

W

HILE Phaon to the flaming Etna Alies,
Confum'd with no lefs Fires, poor Sapho

dies.

XXXXX I burn, I burn, like kindled Fields of

Corn,

When by the driving Winds the Flames are born.
My Muse and Lute can now no longer please,
They are th' Employments of a Mind at ease.
Wand'ring from Thought to Thought I fit alone
All Day, and my once dear Companions fhun,
In vain the Lesbian Maids claim each a part,
Where thou alone haft ta'en up all the Heart.
Ah lovely Youth! how canft thou cruel prove,
When blooming Years and Beauty bid thee love?

If none but equal Charms thy Heart can bind,
Then to thy felf alone thou must be kind.
Yet worthless as I am, there was a time
When Phaon thought me worthy his Efteem.
A thousand tender things to Mind I call,
For they who truly love remember all.
Delighted with the Mufick of my Tongue,
Upon my Words with filent Joy he hung,
And fnatching Kiffes, ftopp'd me as I fung.
Kiffes, whofe melting Touch his Soul did move,
The Earneft of the coming Joys of Love.

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Then tender Words, fhort Sighs, and thoufand Charms - Of wanton Arts endear'd me to his Arms; 'Till both expiring with tumultuous Joys, A gentle Faintnefs did our Limbs surprize. Beware, Sicilian Ladies, ah! beware How you receive my faithlefs Wanderer. You too will be abus'd, if you believe

The flatt'ring Words that he fo well can give.
Loose to the Winds, I let my flowing Hair
No more with fragrant Scents perfume the Air,
But all my Dress discovers wild Despair.

For whom, alas! fhould now my Art be shown?·
The only Man I car'd to please is gone.

Oh let me once more fee thofe Eyes of thine.
Thy Love I afk not, do but fuffer mine.

Thou might't at least have ta'en thy laft Farewel,
And feign'd a Sorrow which thou didst not feel.
No kind remembring Pledge was afk'd by thee,
And nothing left but-Injuries with me.

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Witnefs,