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Her lover and belov'd, forgot his chains,
His wishing youth ftood check'd, his tempting power,
He for her parents and her lover call'd.
Look'd dubious on, and wonder'd what he meant ;
To these as different fentiments succeeded,
"We both are young; both charm'd. The right of
"Has put thy beauteous mistress in my power;
While the loud camp, and all the cluft'ring croud
LADY RANDOLPH'S SOLILO U Y.
E woods and wilds! whofe melancholy gloom Accords with my foul's sadness, and draws forth The voice of forrow from my bursting heart-Farewell a while. I will not leave you long: For, in your fhades, I deem fome spirit dwells ; Who, from the chiding ftream, or groaning oak, Still hears, and answers to Matilda's moan. Oh, Douglas! Douglas! if departed ghosts Are e'er permitted to review this world, Within the circle of that wood thou art ; And, with the paffion of immortals, hear'st My lamentation: hear'ft thy wretched wife Weep, for her husband flain, her infant loft. My brother's timeless death I feem to mourn, Who perifhed with thee on this fatal day. To thee I lift my voice; to thee address The plaint, which mortal ear has never heard. Oh! difregard me not. Though I am call'd Another's now, my heart is wholly thine. Incapable of change, affe&ion lies Buried my Douglas, in thy bloody grave.
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THE COUNTRYMAN AND JUPITER, ERSPENT with toil, beneath the shade, A peafant refted, on his fpade... "How hard," he cries, "it is to bear "This load of life from year to year!
Soon as the morning ftreaks the skies, "Industrious labour bids me rise ; "With sweat I earn my homely fare, "And every day renews my care."
Jove heard the difcontented ftrain, And thus rebuk'd the murm'ring fwain. ́. Speak out your wants, then, honeft friend : "Unjuft complaints the gods offend. "If you repine at partial fate,
Inftru&t me what could mend your ftate, "Mankind, in every ftation, fee. "What wish you? Tell me what you'd be” So faid, upborne upon a cloud, The clown furvey'd the anxious crowd. "Yon face of care," fays Jove, "behold: "His bulky bags are fill'd with gold. "See with what joy he counts it o'er ! "That fum, to-day, hath fweell'd his ftore." "Were I that man," (the peafant cry'd) "What blefling could I ask beside ?"
Hold," fays the god; "firft, learn to know "True happiness from outward show. "This optic glafs of intuition"Here, take it, view his true condition," He look'd, and faw the mifer's breaft,
A troubled ocean, ne'er at reft;
May Jove," he cries," reject my pray'r, "And guard my life from guilt and care.
My foul abhors that wretch's fate : "Oh! keep me in my humble state. "But, fee, amidst a gaudy crowd, "Yon minister fo gay and proud; “On him what happiness attends, "Who thus rewards his grateful friends !""First take the glafs," the god replies; "Man views the world with partial eyes." "Defend me from this hideous fight," Exclaims aloud the ftartled wight:
Corruption, with corrofive fmart, "Lies cank'ring on his guilty heart: "I fee him, with polluted hand, "Spread the contagion o'er the land. "Now av'rice, with infatiate jaws, "Now rapine, with her happy claws, "His bofon tears. His confcious breaft Groans, with a load of crimes oppreft. "See him, mad and drunk with power, "Stand tott'ring on ambition's tower. "Sometimes, in fpeeches vain and proud, "His boafts infult the nether crowd; "Now, feiz'd with giddinefs and fear, "He trembles left his fall is near. "Was ever wretch like this? he cries: "Such mifery, in fuch difguife! "The change, O Jove, I difavow; "Still be my lot the fpade and plough." He, next, confirm'd by fpeculation, Rejects the lawyer's occupation; For, he the statesman seem'd in part, And bore fimilitude of heart.
Nor did the Soldier's trade inflame
The miseries of war he mourned;
THUS, weighing life in each condition, The clown withdrew his rafh petition. WHEN thus the god-" How mortals err! "If you true happiness prefer, "Tis to no rank of life confin'd, "But dwells in every honeft mind. "Be juftice, then, your fole purfuit: "Plant virtue, and content's the fruit."
So Jove, to gratify the clown,
F man's firft disobedience, and the fruit
That shepherd, who firft taught the chofen feed,
Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flow'd
That, with no middle flight, intends to foar