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By the vile hand of a bold ruffian fell.

As if he knew, he had not long to stay: No more-th' ungrateful prospect let us leave! Such young Marcellus was, the hopeful grace And, in his room, behold arise,

Of ancient Rome, but quickly snatch'd away. Bright as th' immortal twins that grace the skies,

Breda beheld th' adventurous boy, A noble pair, his absence to retrieve!

His tender limbs in shining armour dress'd, In these the hero's soul survives,

Where, with his father, the hot siege he press'd. And William doubly in his offspring lives.

His father saw, with pleasing joy, (press'd.

His own reflected worth, and youthful charms exMaurice, for martial greatness, far

But, when his country breath'd from war's alarms, His father's glorious fame exceeds:

His martial virtucs lay obscure; Henry alone can match his brother's deeds;

Nor could a warrior, form'd for arms, Both were, like Scipio's sons, the thunderbolts of war.

'Th' inglorious rest endure; None e'er, than Maurice, better knew,

But sicken'd soon, and sudden dy'd, Camps, sieges, battles, to ordain;

And left in tears his pregnant bride, None c'er, than Henry, fiercer did pursue

His bride, the daughter of Britannia's king; The flying foe, or earlier conquests gain.

Nor saw th'auspicious pledge of nuptial love, For scarve sixteen revolving years he told,

Which from that happy marriage was to spring, When, eager for the fight, and bold,

But with his great fore-fathers gain'd a blissful seat Inflam’d by Glory's sprightly charms,

above. His brother brought him to the field; Taught his young hand the truncheon well to wield, Here pause, my Muse! and wind up higher And practis'd him betinies to arms.

The strings of thy Pindaric lyre!

Then with bold strains the lofty song pursue; Let Flandrian Newport tell of wonders wrought

And bid Britannia once again review Before her walls, that memorable day,

The numerous worthies of the line: When the victorious youths in concert fought,

See, like immortals, how they shine! And matchless valour did display!

Each life a history alone! How, ere the battle join'd, they strove

And last, to crown the great design, With einulous honour, and with mutual love;

Look forward, and behold them all in one! How Maurice, touch'd with tender care

Look, but spare thy fruitless tears Of Henry's safety, begg'd him to remove;

'Tis thy own William next appears. Henry refus'd his blooming youth to spare,

Advance, celestial forin! let Britain see But with his much-lov'd Maurice vow'd to prove

Th’accomplish'd glory of thy race in thee! 'Th' extremes of war, and equal dangers share. O gencrous strife! and worthy such a pair !

So, when some splen lid triumph was to come, Hur dear did Albert this contention pay!

In long procession through the streets of Rome, Witness the floods of streaming gore;

The crowd beheld, with vast surprise, Witness the trampled heaps, that chok'd the plain, The glittering train in ausul order move, And stopp'd the victors in their way;

To the briglit temple of Feretrian Jove, reyes: Witness the neighbouring sea, and sandy shore, And trophies borne along employ'd their dazzled Drunk with the purple life of twice three thousand But when the laurd!'d emperor, mounted high slain!

Above the rest, appeard to sight,

In his proud car of victory, Fortune, that on her wheel capricious stands,

Sbining with rays excessive bright, And waves her painted wings, inconstant, proud,

He put the long preceding pomp to Night; Hood-wink'd, and shaking from her hands

Their wonder could no higher rise, Promiscuous gifts among the crowd,

With joy they throng his chariot wheels, and rend Restless of place, and still prepar'd for flight,

with shouts the skies. Was constant here, and seem'd restor'd to sight: Won by their merit, and resolv'd to bless

To thee, great prince! to thy extensive mind, The happy brothers with a long success

Not by thy country's narrow bounds contin d, Maurice, the first resign'd to fate:

The Fate's an ample scent afford; • The youngest had a longer date,

And injurd nations claim the succour of thy sword. And liv'd the space appointed to complete

No respite to thy toils is given, The great republic, rais'd so high before;

Till thou ascend thy native Hearen: Finish'd by him, the stately fabric bore.

One Ilvdra-head cut off, still more abound, Its lofty top aspiring to the sky:

And twins sprout up to fill the wound. In vain the winds and rains around it beat;

So endless is the task that heroes find In vain, below, the waves tempestuous roar, To tame the monster Vice, and to reformn mankind, They dash themselves, and break, and backward fly, For this, Alcides heretofore, Dispers'd and murmuring at his fect.

And inighty Theseus, travel'd o'er Insulting Spain the fruitless strife gives o'er,

Tast tracts of sea and land, and stew And claims dominion there no more.

Wild beasts and serpents gored with human prey : Then Henry, ripe for immortality,

From stony dens fierce lurking robbers crew, His flight to Heaven eternal springs, [wings. And bid the cheerful travelier pass on his peaceful And, o'er his quiet grave, Peace spreads her downy

way.

Yet, though the toilgome work they long pursue, His son, a second William, fills his place,

To rid the world's wild pathless field, And climbs to manhood with so swift a pace,

I Still poisonous weeds and thorns in clusters grew,

And large unwholesome crops did yield,
Maurice and Henry.

To exercise their hands with labours cher new

Thou, like Alcides, early didst begin,

Had not Britannia's chief withstood
And ev'n a child didst laurels win.

The threaten'd deluge, and repellid,
Two snaky plagues around his cradle twin'd, To its forsaken banks, th’ unwilling flood,

Sent by the jealous wife of Jove, . And in his hand the scales of balanc'd kingdoms held.
In speckled wreaths of Death they strove, Well was this mighty trust repos'd in thee,
The mighty babe to bind:

Whose faithful soul, from private interest free, And twisted Faction, in thy infancy,

(Interests which vulgar princes know) Darted her forked tongue at thee.

O'er all its passions sat exalted high, But, as Jove's offspring slew his hissing foes; As Teneriff's top enjoys a purer sky, So thou, descended froin a line

And sees the moving clouds at distance fly below. Of patriots no less divine, Didst quench the brutal rage of those,

Whoe'er thy warlike annals reads, Who durst thy dawning worth oppose.

Behold reviv'd our valiant Edward's deeds. The viper Spite, crush'd by thy virtue, shed

Great Edward and his glorious son! Its yellow juice, and at thy feet lay dead.

Will own themselves in thee outdone, Thus, like the Sun, did thy great Genius rise,

Though Crecy's desperate fight eternal honours won. With clouds around his sacred head,

Though the fifth Henry too does claim Yet soon dispellid the dropping mists, and gilded all

A shining place among Britannia's kings, the skies.

And Agincourt has rais'd his lofty name;

Yet the loud voice o fever-living Fame
Great Julius, who with generous envy view'd Of thee more numerous triumphs sings.
The statue of brave Philip's braver son,

But, though no chief contends with thee,
And wept to think what such a youth subdued, In all the long records of history,
While, more in age, himself had yet so little done, Thy own great deeds together strive,
Had wept much more, if he had liv'd to see Which shall the fairest light derive,
The glorious deeds achiev'd by thee;

On thy immortal memory;
To see thee, at a beardless age,

Whether Seneft's amazing field Stand arm'd against th' invader's rage,

To celebrated Mons shall yield; And bravely fighting for thy country's liberty; Or both give place to more amazing Boyne; While he inglorious laurels sought,

| Or if Namur's well-cover'd siege must all the rest And not to save his country fought;

outshine! While he stain upon the greatest name, That e'er before was known to fame!

While in Hibernia's fields the labouring swain When Rome, his awful mother, did demand

Shall pass the plough o'er skulls of warriors slain, The sword from his unruly hand,

And turn up bones, and broken spears, The sword she gave before,

Amaz'd, he'll show his fellows of the plain, Enrag'd, he spurn'd at her command,

The reliques of victorious years; Hurl'dat her breast the impious stech, and bath'd it in And tell, how swift thy arms that kingdom did reher gore.

· Flandria, a longer witness to thy glory [gain.

With wonder too repeats thy story; Far other battles thou hast won,

How oft the foes thy lifted sword have seen Thy standard still the public good :

In the hot battle, when it bled Lavish of thine, to save thy people's blood:

At all its open veins, and oft have fled, And when the hardy task of war was done,

As if their evil genius thou hadst been: With what a mild well-temper'd mind,

How, when the blooming Spring began t'appear, (A mind unknown to Rome's ambitious son)

And with new life restor'd the year, Thy powerful armies were resigu'd;

Confederate princes us'd to cry; This victory o'er thyself was more,

“ Call Britain's king—the sprightly trumpet sound, Than all thy conquests gain'd before:

And spread the joyful summons round! 'Twas more than Philip's son could do,

Call Britain's king, and Victory!When for new worlds the madman cry'd;

So when the flower of Greece, to battle led Nor in his own wild breast had spy'd

In Beauty's cause, just vengeance swore Towers of ambition, hills of boundless pride,

Upon the foul adulterer's head, Too great for armies to subdue.

That from her royal lord the ravish'd Helen bore, savage lust of arbitrary sway!

The Grecian chiefs, of mighty fame,

Impatient for the son of Thetis wait :
Insatiate fury, which in inan we find,
In barbarous man, to prey upon his kind,

At last the son of Thetis caine;
And make the world, enslav'd, his vicious will obey! | Troy shook her nording towers, and mourn'd th' inn-
How has this fiend, Ambition, long defac'd

pending fate. Heaven's works, and laid the fair creation waste!

O sacred Peace! goddess serene ! Ask silver Rhine, with springing rushes crown'd,

• Adorn'd with robes of spotless white, As to the sea his waters flow,

Fairer than silver floods of light! Where are the numerous cities now,

How short has thy mild empire been! That once he saw, his honour'd banks around?

When pregnant Time brought forth this new-born Scarce are their silent ruins found;

At first we saw thee gently smile (age, But, in th' ensuing age,

On the young birth, and thy sweet voice awhile Trampled into common ground, (ing rage.

Sung a soft charm to martial rage:
Will hide the horrid monuments of Gaul's destroy-
All Europe too had shar'd this wretched fate,
And mourn'd her heavy woes too late,

Edward III. and the Black Prince,

But soon the lion wak'd again, (manc.

ANACREON.
And stretch'd his opening claws, and shook his grisiy
Soon was the year of triumphs past;

ODE THE THIRD.
Ani Janus, ushering in a new,

At dead of night, when mortals lose
With backward look did pompous scenes review; 1

Their various cares in soft repose, But his fore-face with frowns was overcast; I heard a knocking at my door: He saw the gathering storins of war,

“ Who's that,” said I, “at this late hour And bid his priests aloud, his iron gates unbar.

Disturbs my rest?"-It sobb'd and cry'd, But Heaven its hero can no longer spare,

And thus in mournful toue reply'd : To mix in our tumultuous broils below;

“ A poor unhappy child am I, Yet suffer'd his foreseeing care,

That's come to beg your charity;
Those bolts of vengeance to prepare,

Pray let me in ! You need not fear;
Which other hands shall throw;

I mean no harm, I vow and swear;
That glory to a mighty queen remains,

But, wet and cold, crave shelter here; To triumph o'er th'extinguish'd foe:

Betray'd by night, and led astray, She shall supply the Thunderer's place?;

l're lust alas! I've lost my way." As Pallas, from th' ethereal plains.

Mov'd with this little tale of fate, Warr'd on the giants' impious race, slow.

I took a lamp, and op'd the gate; And laid their huge demolish'd works in smoky ruins

When see! a naked boy before Then Anne's shall rival great Eliza's reign;

The threshold; at his back he wore
And William's Genius, with a grateful smile,

A pair of wings, and by his side
Look down, and bless this happy isle;

A crooked bow and quiver ty'd.
And Peace, restor'd, shall wear her olive crown

“My pretty angel! come," said I,

“ Come to the fire, and do not cry!"
again.

I strok'd his neck and shoulders bare,
And squeez'd the water from his hair;

Then chaf'd his little hands in mine,
ODE

And cheer'd him with a draught of wine.
ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND

Recover'd thus, says he; “ I'd know,

Whether the rain has spoiled my bow; APOLLO, god of sounds and verse,

Let's try"_then shot ine with a dart. Pathetic airs and moving thoughts inspire !

The venom throbb’d, did ake and smart, Whilst we thy Damon's praise rehearse:

As if a bee had stung my heart. Damon himself could animate the lyre

“ Are these your thanks, ungrateful child, Apollo, god of sounds and verse,

Are these your thanks?" -Th’impostor smil'd: Pathetic airs and moving thoughts inspire!

“ Farewell, my loving host,” says he; Look down! and warm the song with thy celestial fire.

“ All's well; my bow's unhurt, I see;

But what a wretch I've made of thee!”
Ah, lovely youth! when thou wert here,
Thyself a young Apollo did appear;

Young as that god, so sweet a grace,
Such blooming fragrance in thy face;

THE STORY OF
So soft thy air, thy visage so serene,

PYRAMUS AND THISBE. That harmony ev'n in thy look was seen. But when thou didst th'obedient strings command. | FROM THE FOURTH BOOK OF OviD'S METAMORPHOSES. And join in consort thy melodious hand,

W ERE Babylon's proud walls, erected high Esin Fate itself, such wondrous strains to hear,

Bu fam'd Semiramis, ascend the sky, Fate had been charm'd, had Fate an ear.

Dwelt youthful Pyramus, and Thisbe fair; * Bat what does Music's skill avail?

Adjoining houses held the lovely pair. When Orpheus did his loss deplore,

His perfect form all other youths surpass'd; Trees bow'd attentive to his tale;

Charms such as hers no eastern beauty grac'd. Hush'd were the winds, wild beasts forgot to roar;

Near neighbourhood the first acquaintance drew, But dear Eurydice came back no more.

An early promise of the love t'ensue. Then cease, ye sons of Harmony, to mourn;

Time nurs'd the growing flame; had Fate been kind, Since Damon never can return.

The nuptial rites their faithful hands had join'd; See, see! he mounts, and cleaves the liquid way!

But, with vain threats, forbidding parents strove Bright choirs of angels, on the wing,

To check the joy; they could not check the love. For the new guest's arrival stay,

Each captive heart consumes in like desire; And hymns of triumph sing.

The more conceal'd, the fiercer rag'd the fire. They bear him to the happy seats above,

Soft looks, the silent eloquence of eyes, Seats of eternal harmony and love;

And secret signs, secure from household spies, Where artful Purcell went before.

Exchange their thoughts; the common wall, be. Cease then, ye sons of Music, cease to mourn:

tween Your Damon never will return,

Each parted house, retain'd a chink, unseen,
No, never, never more!

For ages past. The lovers soon espy'd
This small defect, for Love is eagle-ey'd,

And in soft whispers soon the passage try'd. *Vicem gerit illa Tonantis: the motto on her Safe went the murmur'd sounds, and every day Duajesty's coronation medals.

| A thousand amorous blandishments convey;

And often, as they stood on either side,

| As when, a conduit broke, the streams shoot brigh, To catch by turns the flitting voice, they cry'd, Starting in sudden fountains through the sky, “ Why, envious Wall, ah! why dost thou destroy So spouts the living stream, and sprinkled o'er The lovers' hopes, and why forbid the joy?

The tree's fair berries with a crimson gore, How should we bless thee, would'st thou yield to While, sapp'd in purple floods, the conscious root charins,

Transmits the stain of murder to the fruit.
And, opening, let us rush into each other's arms! The fair, who fear'd to disappoint her love,
At least, if that's too much, afford a space

Yet trembling with the fright, forsook the grove, i
To meeting lips, nor shall we slight the grace; And sought the youth, impatient to relate
We owe to thee this freedom to complain,

Her new adventure, and th' avoided fate. And breathe our vows, but vows, alas! in vain." She saw the vary'd tree had lost its white, Thus having said, when evening call'd to rest, And doubting stood if that could be the right The faithful pair on either side imprest

Nor doubted long; for now her eyes beheld An intercepted kiss, then bade good-night;

A dying person spurn the sanguine field. But when th' ensuing dawn had put to flight

Aghast she started back, and shook with pain," The stars; and Phoebus, rising from his bed, As rising breezes curl the trembling main. Drank up the dews, and dry'd the flowery mead, She gaz'd awhile entranc'd; but when she found Again they ineet, in sighs again disclose

It was her lover weltering on the ground, Their grief, and last this bold design propose; She beat her lovely breast, and tore her hair, That, in the dead of nigiit, both would deceive Clasp'd the dear corpse, and, frantic in despair, Their keepers, and the house and city leave; Kiss'd his cold face, supply'd a briny food And lest, escap'd, without the walls they stray To the wide wound, and ningled tears with blood. In pathless fields, and wander from the way, “ Say, Pyramus, oh say, what chance severe At Ninus' toinb their meeting they agree,

Has snatch'd thee from my arms? Beneath the shady covert of the tree;

"T'is thy own Thisbe calls, look up and hear!" The tree, well-known, near a cool fountain grew, | At Thisbe's name he lifts his dying eyes, And bore fair muberries of snowy hue.

And, having seen her, clos'd them up, and dies. The prospect pleas'd; the Sun's unwelcome light But when she knew the bloody veil, and spy'd (That slovely seem'd to move, and slack his tlight) | The ivory scabbard empty by his side, Sunk in the seas; from the same seas arose the sable “ Ah, wretched youth," said she, “by love betray'd! night;

| Thy hapless hand guided the fatal blade. When, stealing through the dark, the crafty fair | Weak as I am, I boast as strong a love; Unlock'd the door, uvid gain d the open air;

For such a deed, this hand as bold shall prore. ! Love gave her courage; unperceiv'd she went, I'll follow thee to death; the world shall call Wrapp'd in a veil, and reach'd the monument. Thisbe the cause, and partner of thy fall; Then sat beneath th' appointed tree alone;

And ev'n in death, which could alonc disjoin But, by the glimmering of the shining moon, Our persons, yet in death thou shalt be mine She sat not long, before from far she spy'ul

But hear, in both our names, this dying prayer, A lioness approach the fountain-side;

Ye wretched parents of a wretched pair! Fierce was her glare, her foamy paws in blood | Lit in one urn our ashes be contin'd, Of slaughter's bulls besmear'd, and foul with food; Whoni mutual lose and the same fate have join'd. For, reeking from the prey, the savage came, And thou, fair Tree, beneath whose friendly shade To drown her thirst within the neighbouring stream. One lifeless lover is already laid, Affrighted Thisbe, trembling at the sight,

And soon shall cover two; for ever wear Fled to a darksome den, but in her flight

Death's sable hue, and purple berries bear!” Her veil dropp'd off behind. Deep of the flood | She said, and plunges in her breast the sword, The monster drank, and, satiate, to the wood | Yet warm, and reeking from its slaughter'd lord, Returning, found the garment as it lay,

Relenting Heaven allows her last request, And, torn with bloody fect, dispers'd it in her way. And pity touch'd their mournful parents breaste Belated Pyramus arriv'd, and found

The fruit, when ripe, a purple dye retains; The mark of savage feet along the sandy ground: And in one urn are plac'd their dear remains. All pale he turn'd; but soon as he beheld The crimson'd vesture scatter'd o'er the field, One night,” he cry'd, “two lovers shall destroy! | She worthy to have liv'd long years of joy, But mine's the forfeit life; unhappy maid !

THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE. 'Twas I that slew thee, I th' appointment made;

IN IMITATION OF OVID, AMORUM LIB. I. Elcg. ?. To places full of Jeath thy innocence betray'd, And came not first myself-0 hither haste,

Tell me, some god, whence does this change arise Ye lions all, that roam this rocky waste !

Why gentle Sleep forsakes my weary eyes? Tear my devoted entrails, gnaw, divide,

Why, turning often, all the tedious night And gorge your famine in my open'd side!

In pain I lie, and watch the springing light? But cowards call for death!”—Thus having spoke, What cruel demon haunts my tortur'd mind? The fatal garment from the ground he took,

Sure, if 'twere Love, I should th' invader find; And bore it to the tree; ardent he kiss'd,

Unless disguis'd he lurks, the crafty boy, And bath'd in flowing tears the well known vest: With silent arts ingenious to destroy. Now take a second stain," the lover said,

Alas! 'tis so-'tis tix'd the secret dart; While from his side he snatch'd his sharpen'd blade, / I feel the tyrant ravaging my heart. And drove it in his groin; then from the wound | Then, shall I yield? or th' infant Game oppose!. Withdrew the steel, and, staggering, fell to ground: | 1 yield ! --Resistance would increase my woes:

For struggling slaves a sharper doom sustain, | Does th' embroider'd meads ador;
Than such as stoop obedient to the chain.

Where the fawns and satyrs play
hown thy power, almighty Love!. I'm thine; In the merry month of May.
With pinion'd hands behold me here resign! Steal the blush of opening morn;
Let this submission then my life obtain:

| Borrow Cynthia's silver white, Small praise 'twill be, if thus unarm'd I'm slain. When she shines at noon of night, Go, join thy mother's doves; with myrtle braid thy Free from clouds to veil her light. hair;

Juno's bird his tail shall spread,
The god of war himself a chariot shall prepare; Iris' bow its colour shed,
Then thou triumphant through the shouting throng All to deck this charming piece,
Shalt ride, and move with art the willing birds along; Far surpassing ancient Greece.
While captive youths and maids, in solemn state, First her graceful stature show,
Adorn the scene, and on thy triumph wait.

Not too tall, nor yet too low.
There I, a later conquest of thy bow,

Fat she must not be, nor lean;
In chains will follow too; and as I go,

Let her shape be straight and clean;
To pitying eyes the new-made wound will show, Small her waist, and thence increas'd,
Next, all that dare Love's sovereign power defy, Gently swells her rising breast.
In fetters bound, inglorious shall pass by:

Next in comely order trace
All shall submit to thee-Th’applauding crowd All the glories of her face.
Shall lift their hands, and sing thy praise aloud. Paint her neck of ivory,
Soft looks shall in thy equipage appear,

Smiling cheeks and forehead high,
With amorous Play, Mistake, and jealous Fear. Ruby lips, and sparkling eyes,
Be this thy guard, great Love! be this thy train; Whence resistless lightning flies.
Since these extend o'er men and gods thy reign; Foolish Muse! what hast thou done!
But robb'd of these, thy power is weak and vain. Scarce th' outlines are yet begun,
From Heaven thy mother shall thy pomp survey, Ere thy pencil's thrown aside!
And, smiling, scatter fragrant showers of roses in thy “ 'Tis no matter," Love reply'd;
Whilst thou, array'd in thy unrivall'd pride, (way, (Love's unlucky god stood by)
On golden wheels, all gold thyself, shalt ride: " At one stroke behold how I

Thy spreading wings shall richest diamonds wear, Will th' unfinish'd draught supply."
And gems shall sparkle in thy lovely hair.

Smiling then he took his dart,
Thus passing by, thy arm shall hurl around And drew her picture in my heart.
Ten thousand fires, ten thousanı hearts shall wound.
This is thy practice, Love, and this thy gain;
From this thou canst not, if thou would'st, refrain:

BARN-ELMS.
Since ev'n thy presence, with prolific heat,
Does reach the heart, and active flames create.

LET Phabus his late happiness rehearse,
From conquer'd India, so the jovial god !,

And grace Barn-Elms with never-dying verse! Draun o'er the plains by harness'd tigers, rode.

Smooth was the Thames, his waters sleeping lay, Then since, great Love, I take a willing place

'nwak'd by winds that o'er the surface play; Amidst thy spoils, the sacred show to grace;

When th' early god, arising from the cast, Ocease to wound, and let thy fatal store

Disclos'd the golden dawn, with blushes drest. Of piercing shafts be spent on me no more.

First in the streain his own bright form he sees, No more, too powerful in my charmer's eyes,

But brighter forms shine through the neighbouring Torment a slave, that for her beauty dies;

• trees. Or look in smiles from thence, and I shall be

He speeds the rising day, and sheds his light A slave no longer, but a god, like thee.

Redoubled on the grore, to gain a nearer sight.
Not with more speed his Daphne he pursu'd,
Nor fair Leucothoe with such pleasure view'd;

Five dazzling nymphs in graceful pomp appear;
THE PICTURE.

He thinks his Daphne and Leucothoe here,

Join'd with that heavenly three, who on mount Ide Come, my Muse, a Venus draw;

Descending once the prize of beauty try'd. Not the same the Grecians saw,

Ye verdant Elms, that towering grace this grove, By the fain'd Apelles wrought,

Be sacred still to Beauty and to Love! Beauteous offspring of his thought.

No thunder break, nor lightning glare between So fantastic goddess mine,

Your twisted boughs, but such as then was seen, Fiction far she does outshine.

The grateful Sun will every morning rise
Queen of fancy! hither bring
On thy gaudy-feather'd wing

Propitious here, saluting from the skies
All the beauties of the Spring.

Your lofty tops, indulg'd with sweetest air, Like the bee's industrious pains

And every spring your lossos he'll repair;
To collect his golden gains,

Nor his own laurels more shall be his care
So from every flower and plant
Gather first th’immortal paint.
Fetch me lilies, fetch me roses,

ON THE FRIENDSHIP OF
Daisies, violets, cow'slip-posies,

PITCEBE AND ASTERIA;
Ainaranthus, parrut-pride,
Woodbines, pinks, and what beside

AND THE SICKNESS OF THE FORMER.

| Axaltar raise to Friendship’s holy flame, * Bacchus.

Inscrib'd with Phæbe's and Asteria's name!

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