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IX. 'Thus sang the wondrous Indian bard, My soul with vast attention heard While Ganges ceas'd to flow : “Sure then," I cry'd, “ might I but see “ That gentle nymph that twinn'd with me I might be happy too.
X. “Sonie courteous angel tell me where, 6. What distant lands this unknown fair, “ Or distant feas, detain ? “ Swift as the wheel of Nature rolls “I'd fly to meet and mingle souls “ And wear the joyful chain.”
The happy man.
Her filver trumpets his renown proclaim:
15 In barb'rous songs pronounce the British hero's nanie: "Airy bliss,” the hero cry'd,
May feed the tympany of pride,
years; Blessings with lavish hand she pours
25 Gather'd from the Indian coast; Not Danae’s lap could equal treasures boast When Jove came down in golden show'ss, Helcok'd and turn'd his eyes away, With high disdain I heard him say
30 “ Bliss is not made of glitt'ring clay.”
Watch ev'ry motion of their lord,
45 Secks the diverfion of a fong.
60 “' In crowds of pleasure still I find " A painful solitude of mind, A vacancy
within which fense can re'er supply.
“ Hence and be gone ye fatt'ring snarcs,
my baser passions dead,
70 “ Souls are for social bliss design'd: " Give me a blessing fit to match my mind, “ A kindred-foul to double and to spare my joys."
VI. Myrrha appear'd; serene her soul, And active as the sun, yet ready as the pole: 75 In softer beauties shone her face; Ev'ry Muse and ev'ry Grace Made her heart and tongue their seat, Her heart profufcly good, lier tongue divinely sweet: Myrrha, the wonder of his eyes,
80 His heart recoild with sweet surprise, With joys unknown before; His soul diffolv'd in pleasing pain Flow'd to his eyes and look'd again And could endure no more.
Enough,” th’impatient hero cries, "And seiz'd her to his breast; “ I feek no more below the skies; "I give my slaves the rett, I'lume I'I.
89 To David Polbill, Esq. An answer to an infamous satire called Advice to a Pair
ter, written by a nameless author against King William 111. of glorious memory, 1698.
When you put this fatire into my hand you gave me the occasion of employing my pen to answer so deteftable a writing, which might be done much more effectually by your known zeal for the interest of his Majesty, your counsels and your courage employed in the defence of your king and country; and fince you provoked me to write, you will accept of these efforts of my loyalty to the best of kings, addressed to one of the most zealous of his subjects, by,
Your most obedient servant,
And must the hero that redeem'd our land
5 To guard his England from the Irish knife, Andcrush the French dragoon? must William's name, That brightcit ftar that gilds the wings of Fame,