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From hence, as from a hill, I view below the crowded world, a mighty wood in show, where several wanderers travel day and night, by different paths, and none are in the right.
was coy to every lover,
no soft complaint could move her. Mankind was her's, all at her feet
lay prostrate and adoring; the witty, handsome, rich and great,
in vain alike imploring. But now grown old, she would repair
her loss of time, and pleasure; with willing eyes, and wanton air,
inviting every gazer. But love 's a summer flower, that dies
with the first weather's changing, the lover, like the swallow, flies
from sun to sun still ranging. Myra, let this example move
your foolish heart to reason; youth is the proper time for love,
and age is virtue's season.
MEDITATION ON DEATH. Enough, enough, my soul, of worldly noise,
of aëry pomps, and fleeting joys; what does this busy world provide at best,
but brittle goods that break like glass, but poison'd sweets, a troubled feast, and pleasures like the winds, that in a moment pass ? thy thoughts to nobler meditations give, and study how to die, not how to live. How frail is beauty? Ah! how vain,
and how short-liv'd those glories are, that vex our nights and days with pain,
and break our hearts with care! in dust we no distinction see, such Helen is, such, Myra, thou must be. How short is life? why will vain courtiers toil, and crowd a vainer monarch, for a smile? what is that monarch, but a mortal man, his crown a pageant, and his life a span? with all his guards and his dominions, he must sicken too, and die as well as we. Those boasted names of conquerors and kings are swallow'd, and become forgotten things: one destin'd period men in common have, the great, the base, the coward, and the brave, all food alike for worms, companions in the grave. The prince and parasite together lie, no fortune can exalt, but death will climb as high.
In courts and cities, could you see
were all the curtains drawn, you'd find not one, perhaps, but who'is kind.
Minerva, naked from above, with Venus and the wife of Jove, exposing ev'ry beauty bare, descending to the Trojan heir; yet this was she whom poets name goddess of chastity and fame.
Penelope, her lord away, gave am'rous audiences all day; pe now round the bowl the suitors sit, RP with wine, provoking mirth and wit, then down they take the stubborn bow, their strength, it seems, she needs must know, Thus twenty cheerful winters past, she's yet immortaliz'd for chaste.
Smile Myra, then, reward my flame, and be as much secure of fame; by all those matchless beauties fir'd, by my own matchless love inspir’d;. * so will I sing, such wonders write, il that when th' astonish'd world shall cite a nymph of spotless worth and fáme, nel Myra shall be th' immortal name.
Life of Granville,
page 11 Author by Mrs. Elizabeth HigAn Imitation of the Second Cho- gins, - ... -
rus in the second Act of Sene. Corinna, • . .••
ca's Thyestus, - .·.:3 Meditation on Death, :: Occasioned by Verses sent to the To Myra, • • • • •
G. Nicholsun, Stourport.