MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. To Sir Godfrey Kneller, on his ure of the King 212 Prologue to Smith's Phædra and Hippolitus 215 216 Epilogue to Lanfdowne's British Enchanters 218 An Ode An Hymn 219 An Ode An Hymn Paraphrase on Pfalm xxiii. The Play-house On the Lady Manchester 222 223 225 227 229 230 234 Verfes to the Author of the Tragedy of Cato 237 242 left with the Printer by an unknown hand 243 upon Mr. Addison's Cato 245 on Cato, occafioned by Mr. Addifon's Tragedy of that Name. By Mr. Copping 247 Prologue by Mr. Pope Cato Epilogue by Sir S. Garth 248 253 339 THE END OF ADDISON'S POEMS. MARCI A. Alas! 'tis not the voice Of one who fleeps! 'tis agonizing pain, 'Tis death is in that found Re-enter PORTIUS. PORTIU S. O fight of woe! O Marcia, what we fear'd is come to pass! LUCIU S. O Portius, Hide all the horrors of thy mournful tale, And let us guess the rest. PORTIUS. I've rais'd him up, And plac'd him in his chair, where, pale and faint, He gafps for breath, and, as his life flows from him, Demands to fee his friends. His weeping fervants, Obfequious to his orders, bear him hither. [The back Scene opens, and discovers CATO. MARCI A. O heaven, affift me in this dreadful hour To pay the last sad duties to my father! JUBA. These are thy triumphs, thy exploits, O Cæfar! LUCIU S. Now is Rome fall'n indeed! [CATO brought forward in bis chair. CATO. САТО. Here fet me down Portius, come near me are my friends embark'd? Can any thing be thought of for their fervice? Whilft I yet live, let me not live in vain. -O Lucius, art thou here?-Thou art too good!- Would not have match'd his daughter with a king, I've been too hafty. O ye powers, that fearch The best may err, but you are good, and-o [Dies. LUCIUS. There fled the greatest foul that ever wärm'd |