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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.”

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The happy man.

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Serene as light is Myron's soul
And active as che sun, yet deady as the pole;
In manly beauty shines his face,
Ev'ry Muse and ev'ry Grace
Makes his heart and tongue their seat,

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His heart profuscly good, his tongue divinely sweet.
Myron, the wonder of our eyes,
Behold his manhood scarce begun,
Behold his race of virtue run,
Behold the goal of glory won,
Nor Fame denies the merit nor withholds the prize;

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Her filver trumpets his renown proclaim:
The lands where Learning never flew,
Which neither Rome nor Athens knew,
Surly Japan and rich Peru

15 In barb'rous songs pronounce the British hero's nanie: "Airy bliss,” the hero cry'd,

May feed the tympany of pride,
“But healthy souls were never found
“ To live on emptiness and sound.”

II.
Lo! at his honourable feet
Fame's bright attendant, Wealth, appears;
She comes to pay obedience meet,
Providing joys for future

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.”

III.
Now Pomp and Grandeur court his head
With scutcheons, arms, and ensigns, 1pread;
Gay magnisicence and state,
Guards and chariots at his gate,

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And llaves in endless order round his table wait:
They learn the dictates of his eyes,
And now they fa!! and now they rise,

Watch ev'ry motion of their lord,
Hang on his lips with most impatient zeal, 40
With Twiit ambition feize th' unfinish'd word,
And the command fulsl.
Tir'd with the train that grandeur brings
He dropt a tear and pity'd kings,
Then flying from the noisy throng

45 Secks the diverfion of a fong.

IV.
Musick defcending on a filent cloud
Tun'd all her strings with endless art;
By flow degrees from soft to loud
Changing the rose; the harp and flute

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Harmonicus join the hero to falute
And make a captive of his heart.
Fruits and rich wine, and scenes of lawless love,
Each with utmost luxury itrove
To treat their favourite beft;

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But founding strings, and fruits, and wine,
And lawless love, in vain combine
To make his virtue sleep or lull his soul to reft.

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He saw the tedious sound, and with a figh
Pronounc'd the world but vanity.

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“ Hence and be gone ye fatt'ring snarcs,
“ Ye vulgar charms of eyes and ears,
“ Ye unperforming promisers!

my baser passions dead,
“And base desires by Nature made
“ For animals and boys:
“ Man has a relish more refin'd;

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.

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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.

SIR,

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,

SIR,

Your most obedient servant,

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PART 1.

And must the hero that redeem'd our land
Here in the front of vice and scandal stand?
The man of wondrous foul, that fcorn'd his cafe,
Tempting the winters and the faithless feas,
And paid an annual tribute of his life

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,

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