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And his own Cradle: This (with pious Care
Plac'd on his Back) he cuts the buxome Air,
Seeks the Sun's City, and his facred Church,
And decently lays down his Burden in the Porch.
A Wonder more amazing wou'd we find?
Th' Hyana shows it, of a double kind,
Varying the Sexes in alternate Years,
In one begets, and in another bears.
The thin Camelion fed with Air, receives
The Colour of the Thing to which he cleaves.
India when conquer'd, on the conqu’ring God
For planted Vines the fharp-ey'd Lynxbestow'd,
Whose Urine, shed before it touches Earth,
Congeals in Air, and gives to Gems their Birth.
So Coral soft, and white in Ocean's Bed,
Comes harden'd up in Air, and glows with Red.
All changing Species should my Song recite ; Before I ceas'd, wou'd change the Day to Night. Nations and Empires flourish, and decay, By turns command, and in their turns obey; Time foftens hardy People, Time again Hardens to War a soft, unwarlike Train.
Thus Troy for ten long Years her Foes with tood, And daily bleeding bore th’expence of Blood:
Now for thick Streets it shows an empty Space, rd Or only fill'd with Tombs of her own perilh'd!
Her self becomes the Sepulcher of what she was.
Mycene, Sparta, Tbebes of mighty Fame,
Are vanish'd out of Substance into Name.
And Dardan Rome that just begins to rise,
On Tiber's Banks, in time shall mate the Skies; i Widening her Bounds, and working on her way;
Ev'n now she meditates Imperial Sway:
Yet this is change, but she by changing thrives,
Like Moons new-born, and in her Cradle strives
To fill her Infant-Horns; an Hour shall come
When the round World shall be contain'din Rome.
For thus old Saws foretel, and Helenus
Anchises' drooping Son enliven'd thus;
When Ilium now was in a sinking State;
And he was doubtful of his future Fate:
O Goddess born, with thy hard Fortune strive,
Troy never can be lost, and thou alive.
*ThyPassage thou shalt free throughFire and Sword,
And Troy in Foreign Lands shall be restor’d.
In happier Fields a rising Town I see,
Greater than what e'er was, oris, or e'er shall be
And Heav'n yet owes the World a Race de-
riv'd from Thee.
Sages and Chiefs, of other Lineage born,
The City shall extend, extended shall adorn;
But from Iulus he must draw his Breath,
By whom thy Rome shall rule the conquer'd Earth:
WhomHeav'n wiļllend Mankind onEarth to reign,
And late require the precious Pledge again,
This Helenus to great Æneas told,
Which I retain, e'er since in other Mould
My Soul was cloath'd; and now rejoyce to view
My Country Walls rebuilt, and Troy reviv'd anew,
Rais'd by the Fall: Decreed by Lofs to Gain ;
Enslav’d but to be free, and conquer'd but to reign.
'Tis time my hard mouth'd Coursess to controul, Apt to run Riot, and transgress the Goal: And therefore I conclude, Whatever lies, In Earth, or flits in Air, or fills the Skies,
All suffer Change, and we, that are of Soul-. I .
And Body mix'd, are Members of the whole.
Then when our Sires, or Grandsires, shall forsake
The Forms of Men, and brutal Figures take,
Thus hous'd, securely let their Spirits rest,
Nor violate thy Father in the Beast.
Thy Friend, thy Brother, any of thy Kin,
If none of these, yet there's a Man within:
O spare to make a Thyestaan Meal,
T'inclose his Body, and his Soul expel.
Ill Customs by degrees to Habits rise,
Ill Habits soon become exalted Vice:
What more Advance can Mortals make in Sin
So near Perfection, who with Blood begin? a
Deaf to the Calf that lies beneath the Knife,
Looks up, and from her Bụtcher begs her Life:
Deaf to the harmless Kid, that ere her dies
All Methods to procure thy Mercy tries, forum And imitates in vain thy Childrens Cries. Where will he ftop, who feeds with Houshold
Bread, - Then eats the Poultry which before he fed?
Let plough thy Steers ; that when they lose their
ToNature,not to thee, they may impute their Death.
Let Goats for Food their loaded Udders lend,
And Sheep from Winter-cold thy Sides defend;
But neither Sprindges, Nets, nor Snares employ,
And be no more Ingenious to destroy.
Free'as in Air, let Birds on Earth remain,
Nor let insidious Glue their Wings constrain;
Nor opening Hounds the trembling Stag affright,
Nor purple Feathers intercept his Flight:
Nor Hooks conceal'd in Baits for Fish prepare,
Nor Lines to heave 'em twinkling up in Air.
Take not away the Life you cannot give:
For all Things have an equal Right to live.
Kill noxious Creatures, where 'tis Sin to fave;
This only just Prerogative we have:
But nourish Life with vegetable Food,
And shun the facrilegious Taste of Blood.
These Preceprs by the Samian Sage were taught,
Which Godlike Numa to the Sabines brought,
And thence transferr’d to Rome, by Gift his own:
A willing People, and an offer'd Throne.