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Thy People led by thy Miraculous Hand
To th' Milk and Honey of a Bleffed Land;
Call'd hence too foon by the Almighty Voice:
Saw'ft but the Borders of the promis'd Joys:
That God-like Joshua fills thy Royal Seat,
Who thy unfinish'd Wonders shall compleat.
Tranflated Saint, now thy full Honours feize,
Bleft with thy own eternal Handmaid, Peace,
Around thy Head immortal Honours play,
Brighter than thy own Reftorátion-Day.
Like thy own Mercy foft be thy Repose;
Whilft on thy Brow that Perfum'd Fragrance flows,
Sweeter than th' Odours even of that Rich fame
That shall Embalm thy Everlasting Name.

An O D E.

WH

By Mr. PRIOR.

I.

Hile Blooming Youth, and gay Delight,
Sit on thy rofey Cheeks confeft,

Thou haft, my Dear, undoubted Right
To triumph o'er this deftin'd Breaft.
My Reafon bends to what thy Eyes ordain;
For I was born to Love, and thou to Reign

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But wou'd you meanly thus rely

On Power, you know I must Obey ;
Exert a Legal Tyranny;

And do an ill, because you may?

Still muft I Thee, as Atheifts Heav'n adore;
Not fee thy-Mercy, and but dread thy Power?
III.

Take heed, my Dear, Youth flies apace;
As well as Cupid, Time is blind:

Soon muft thofe Glories of thy Face,

The Fate of vulgar Beauty find:

The thousand Loves, that arm thy potent Eye,
Muft drop their Quivers, flag their Wings, and die.
IV.

Then wilt thou figh, when in each Frown
A hateful Wrinkle more appears;
And putting peevish Humours on
Seems but the fad Effect of Years:
Kindness it felf too weak a Charm will prove,
To raife the feeble Fires of aged Love.

V.

Forc'd Compliments, and Formal Bows
Will fhow Thee juft above Neglect:
The Heat, with which thy, Lover glows,
Will fettle into cold Respect:

A talking dull Platonick I fhall turn;
Learn to be civil, when I ceafe to burn.

VI.

Then fhun the Ill, and know, my Dear,
Kindness and Conftancy will prove
The only Pillars, fit to bear

So vaft a Weight, as that of Love.

If thou canst wish to make my Flames endure,
Thine must be very fierce, and very pure.

VI.

Hafte, Celia, hafte, while Youth invites,
Obey kind Cupid's prefent Voice;
Fill ev'ry Senfe with foft Delights,
And give thy Soul à Loose to joys:

Let Millions of repeated Bliffes prove,
That thou all Kindness art, and I all Love.
VIII.

Be mine, and only mine; take care,

Thy Looks, thy Thoughts,thy Dreams to guide To me alone; nor come fo far,

As liking any Youth befide:

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What Men e'er court thee, fly 'em, and believe, They're Serpents all, and Thou the tempted Eve.

IX.

So fhall I court thy deareft Truth,
When Beauty ceases to engage ;
So thinking on thy charming Youth,
'I'll love it o'er again in Age:

So Time it self our' Raptures fhall improve,.
While ftill we wake to Joy, and live to Love.

A SON G.

I.

T dead of Night, when rapt in sleep,

A The peaceful Cottage lay,

Paftora left her folded Sheep,

Her Garland, Crook, and useless Scrip;
Love led the Nymph aftray.

II.

Loofe and undreft she takes her Flight
To a near Myrtle Shade;

The conscious Moon gave all her Light,
To bless her ravifh'd Lover's fight,

And guide the loving Maid.

III.

His eager Arms the Nymph embrace,
And, to affwage his Pain,

His reftless Paffion he obeys:

At fuch an hour, in fuch a Place,

What Lover could contain?

IV.

In vain the call'd the confcious Moon,
The Moon no fuccour gave;

The cruel Stars unmov'd look'd on,
And feem'd to fmile at what was done,
Nor would her Honour fave.

V.

Vanquish'd at laft, by pow'rful Love,
The Nymph expiring lay,

No more the figh'd, no more she strove,
Since no kind Stars were found above,
She blush'd and dy'd away.

VI.

Yet bleft the Grove, her confcious Flight,

And Youth that did betray;

And panting, dying with delight,

She bleft the kind tranfporting Night,
And curft approaching Day.

The Poet's Complaint of his Mufe.

O D E.

By Mr. THO. OTWAY.

O a high Hill, where never yet ftood Tree,

Where (nipt by piercing Air)

The Flocks in tatter'd Fleeces hardly graze;

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Led by uncouth Thoughts and Care, Which did too much his penfive mind amaze A wandring Bard, whofe Mufe was crazy grown, Cloy'd with the naufeous follies of the buzzing Town, [down.

Came, look'd about him, figh'd, and laid him 'Twas far from any Path, but where the Earth Was bare, and naked all as at her Birth,

When by the Word it firft was made,

E'er God had faid,

Let Grafs and Herbs and every green thing grow, With fruitful Trees after their kind; and it was fo. The whistling Winds blew fiercely round his Head, Cold was his Lodging, hard his Bed;

Aloft his Eyes on the wide Heav'ns he caft, Where we are told Peace only's found at last : And as he did its hopeless diftance fee, Sigh'd deep, and cry'd, How far is Peace from me!

II.

Nor ended there his Moan:

The distance of his future Joy

Had been enough to give him Pain alone;

But who can undergo

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Despair of ease to come, with weight of present Down his afflicted Face

The trickling Tears had ftream'd so fast a pace,
-As left a path worn by their briny race.
Swoln was his Breaft with Sighs, his well-
Proportion'd Limbs as ufelefs fell,

While the poor Trunk (unable to sustain
It felf) lay rackt, and shaking with its Pain.
I heard his Groans, as I was walking by,
And (urg'd by pity) went aside, to see

What the fad caufe could be

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Had prefs'd his State fo low, and rais'd his Plaints fo
On me he fixt his Eyes. I crav'd,
Why fo forlorn? He vainly rav'd.
Peace to his mind I did commend.
But, oh my words were hardly at an end,
When I perceiv'd it was my Friend,

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My much-lov'd Friend: fo down I fate, And begg'd that I might share his Fate: I laid my Cheek to his, when with a Gale Of Sighs he eas'd his Breaft, and thus began his Tale.

IIL

I am a Wretch of honeft Race:

My Parents not obfcure, nor high in Titles were;
They left me Heir to no Difgrace.
My Father was (a thing now rare)

Loyal and brave; my Mother chaft and fair. Their pledge of Marriage-vows was only I; Alone I liv'd their much-lov'd fondled Boy:

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