His now unequal difpenfations clear,
And make all wife and beautiful appear;
When fuffering faints aloft in beams fhall glow,
And profperous traitors gnash their teeth below.
Such boding thoughts did guilty conscience dart,
A pledge of hell, to dying Cromwell's heart:
Then this pale image feem'd t' invade his room,
Gazid him to stone, and warn'd him to the tomb,
While thunders roll, and nimble lightnings play,
And the ftorm wings his fpotted foul away.

A blaft more bounteous ne'er did heaven command
To scatter bleffings o'er the British land.

Not that more kind, which dafh'd the pride of Spain,
And whirl'd her.crufh'd Armada round the main;
Not thofe more kind, which guide our floating towers,
Waft gums and gold, and made far India ours:
That only kinder, which to Britain's fhore
Did mitres, crowns, and Stuart's race restore,
Renew'd the church, revers'd the kingdom's doom,
And brought with Charles an Anna yet to come.
O.Clarke, to whom a Stuart trufts her reign
O'er Albion's fleets, and delegates the main;
Dear, as the faith thy loyal heart hath fworn,
Tranfmit this piece to ages yet unborn.
This fight fhall damp the raging rufian's breaft,
The poison spill, and half-drawn fword arreft;
To foft compaffion ftubborn traitors bend,
And one destroy'd a thousand kings defend.

ΤΟ

TO APOLLO MAKING LOVE.

FROM MONSIEUR FONTENELLE.

BY THE SAME.

Am, cried Apollo, when Daphne he woo'd, And panting for breath, the coy virgin purfu'd, When his wisdom, in manner most ample, expreft The long lift of the graces his godship poffeft: I'm the god of sweet song, and inspirer of lays; Nor for lays, nor fweet fong, the fair fugitive stays; I'm the god of the harp-ftop my fairest-in vain ; Nor the harp, nor the harper, could fetch her again. Every plant, every flower, and their virtues I know, God of light I'm above, and of phyfic below: At the dreadful word phyfic, the nymph fled more faft; At the fatal word phyfic, she doubled her hafte. Thou fond god of wifdom, then alter thy phrafe, Bid her view thy young bloom, and thy ravishing rays, Tell her lefs of thy knowledge, and more of thy charms,

life for't, the damfel fhall fly to thy arms.

THE FATAL CURIOSITY,

BY THE SAME.

M

Uch had I heard of fair Francelia's name,
The lavish praises of the babler, fame;
I thought them fuch, and went prepar'd to pry,
And trace the charmer, with a critic's eye,
Refolv'd to find fome fault, before unspy'd,
And disappointed, if but fatisfy'd.

Love pierc'd the vaffal heart, that durft rebel,
And where a judge was meant, a victim fell:
On thofe dear eyes, with sweet perdition gay,
I gaz'd, at once, my pride and foul away;
All o'er I felt the luscious poison run,
And, in a look, the hafty conquest won.
Thus the fond moth around the taper plays,
And sports, and flutters near the treacherous blaze;
Ravish'd with joy he wings his eager flight,

Nor dreams of ruin in fo clear a light;

He tempts his fate, and courts a glorious doom, A bright destruction, and a shining tomb.

ΤΟ

TO A LAD Y;

WITH A DESCRIPTION OF THE PHOENIX.

L

Avifh of wit, and bold appear the lines,

Where Claudian's genius in the Phoenix fhines; A thousand ways each brilliant point is turn'd, And the gay poem, like its theme, adorn'd: A tale more ftrange ne'er grac'd the poets art, Nor e'er did fiction play fo wild a part. Each fabled charm in matchlefs Cælia meets, The heavenly colours, and ambrofial sweets; Her virgin bofom chaster fires supplies, And beams more piercing guard her kindred eyes. O'erflowing wit th' imagin'd wonder drew, But fertile fancy ne'er can reach the true. Now buds your youth, your cheeks their bloom Th' untainted lilly, and unfolding rofe; [difclofe, Eafe in your mein, and sweetness in your face, You speak a fyren, and you move a grace; Nor time fhall urge these beauties to decay, While virtue gives, what years fhall steal away: The fair, whofe youth can boast the worth of age, age shall with the charms of youth engage; In every change ftill lovely, ftill the fame,

In

A fairer Phoenix in a purer flame.

A

A DESCRIPTION OF THE PHENIX.

FROM CLAUDIAN.

BY THE SAME.

'N utmoft Ocean lies a lovely ifle,

greens for ever

Which fees the fun put on his first array,

[fmile, And hears his panting steeds bring on the day; When, from the deep, they rush with rapid force, And whirl aloft, to run their glorious course; When first appear the ruddy streaks of light, And glimmering beams difpel the parting night. In these foft fhades, unpreft by human feet, The happy Phoenix keeps his balmy seat, Far from the world disjoin'd; he reigns alone, Alike the empire, and its king unknown. A godlike bird! whofe endless round of years Out-lafts the stars, and tires the circling fpheres ; Not us'd, like vulgar birds, to eat his fill, Or drink the chryftal of the murm'ring rill But fed by warmth from Titan's purer ray, And flak'd by streams which eastern feas convey; Still he renews his life in these abodes, Contemns the power of fate, and mates the gods.