Sees its credentials, and demands its name,
Enquires (or fhould enquire) from whence it came;
What is the business which it doth pretend,

Brings it an embaffy from foe or friend?
Or is't a private matter of its own,
To be confider'd by itself alone?
What doth it offer? Any thing of weight?
Or elfe a trifle, worthy no debate.
In fine, 'tis here determin'd good or bad,
Hurtful or profitable to be had.

The Understanding, having us'd his skill
In paffing judgment, fends it to the Will;
And there 'tis either chofen or rejected,
As by the Understanding is directed.
Th' Affections then the bufinefs pursue,
Each in their station, as the Will bids do.
If it be good, 'tis then by Love embrac'd;
And if enjoy'd, how pleasant is the taste!
If abfent, then how doth intense Defire
Endeavour to obtain what we admire !
Fear of miscarrying alfo acts its part,
And raises ftrange commotions in the heart.
Nor do the outward members stay behind,
But yield their ready service to the mind;
Exert their utmoft ftrength, arms, legs and tongue,
Speak, write, and fight, and for its fervice run.

The

TRANSLATION S.

The Fight of Mezentius, affifting Turnus against Æneas, and his revenging himself bimfelf on his late Subjects, who expelled him Etruria, and engaged for Eneas out of hatred to him.

Tranflated from the TENTH BOOK of VIRGIL'S ENEID.

At jovis interea monitis Mezentius ardens, &c. Ver. 689.

URG'D on by mighty Jove, a valiant knight,

The fierce Mezentius, first renew'd the fight;
Who marching boldly on, refolv'd t'invade
The Trojans boafting camp with brandifh'd blade:
Th' Etrurian troops advance with lavish rage,
And thirsty arms with him (a war alone) t'engage.
As a high rock, which the vast ocean staves,
Expos'd to furious winds and stubborn waves,
Whofe firm foundation ftands fecure, defies
The threat'ning forces of the sea and skies;
So, 'midft his foes, unmov'd, Mezentius ftood,
While round him roll'd a stream of hoftile blood,
That from the wounds of welt'ring Hebrus flow'd;
Which on the flippery ground he lately threw,
With Latagus and coward Palmus too:
He hurl'd a stone at Latagus, his head,
Which whistl'd through the air and crush'd him dead;

Palmus,

Palmus, the war unable to sustain,

But hamstring'd lay extended on the plain :
His cuiras Laufus took, and arm'd his breast,
And on his helmet fixt the conquer'd's creft.
Evas and Mimas next he did engage,
Mimas that equal'd Paris in his age,
Born of Theano in th' ill-omen'd night,
That Priam's queen fhew'd Paris to the light:
Paris within the city bury'd lies,

But Mimas on the coaft of Laurens dies.

As an incensed, sturdy boar that stood

For many years the monarch of the wood,
Shelter'd by pines, and fed in marthy grounds,
When chac'd around the hills by eager hounds,
Hamper'd with nets, and wildly in amaze,
He briftles up, the hunters stand and gaze,
Nor dare they near approach the ftubborn beaft
But caft aloof their javelins at his breaft;
So bold Mezentius ftood, none durft advance,
Or stand the fury of his murd'ring lance;
Not one of all the ftouteft Trojan lords
Would challenge closer combat with their swords;
But ftand afar, and spend in vain their fpears,
And with loud noise and outcries fill his ears.
While he undaunted ftands amidst the field,
And bears whole woods of launces on his fhield.
Coritian Acron was the next that came,

Acron, a lovely knight of worthy fame,

Who

Who left his hymeneal rites undone,

And 'midst the troops in wedding garments fhone; As a fierce lion, when by hunger prest,

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Ranges the coast, and scouts upon the waste,
Bounds round the hills, and round him cafts his eyes,
If he by chance a well-grown ftag espies,
Or a young fawn, that trembling runs for fear,
Then gaping horribly with bristled hair,
He tears his bowels out with envious paws,
And with black blood befmears his impious jaws.
So Acron, bold Mezentius saw from far,
And thro' thick foes he rufh'd into the war;
Refolv'd with his own hand the youth to flay,
Unhappy Acron fell, and wounded lay
On the moist ground, and bled his life away.
Orodes next he met, who fled his fight,
The hero fcorn'd to kill him while in flight,
But wheel'd about to give him equal fight;
Strait man to man he join'd, and blade to blade,
Best skill'd in open force, not ambuscade;
Orodes, though of fize prodigious tall,
Outdone by greater strength was forc'd to fall;
Wearied and faint with wounds, he stagg'ring reel'd,
And leaning on his spear, fell in the field :
The noify camp with joyful pæans rung,
And loud applaufes from the fhouting throng;
But as he gafping lay along the plain,

"Boast not too much, faid he, that I am flain;

"I die not unreveng'd, for the fame fate, "And the fame field for your destruction wait." On him Mezentius fmil'd, with frowning eye, "Jove judge of me, but thou poor wretch fhalt die." This faid, he drew the dart forth from his wound, Whence blood and life ebb'd out upon the ground; A heavy fleep obfcur'd the parting light, And feal'd his eyes up in eternal night.

Α Ι Τ Η Σ.

The TWELFTH IDYLLIUM of THEOCRITUS.

'TIS now three days fince you and I were here,

'Twas long, methought, to stay from one fo dear;
For those whom ftricteft bonds of love engage,
Think ev'ry hour a day, and every day an age;
As the warm Spring cold Winter does excel,
As apples damfons both in taste and fmell;
As ewes are far more fhaggy than their lambs,
So they more tender than their teeming dams;
As virgins are to married dames preferr'd,
And nimble hinds outftrip the duller herd;
So much your fight rejoic'd me when I mourn'd
Your long, long abfence till you now return'd:
Soon as I saw thofe eyes, and lovely face,
I ran to meet thee with a kind embrace;

Juft