The Graces ftand in fight; a Satyr train

Peep o'er their heads, and laugh behind the scene.
In Fame's fair temple, o'er the boldest wits
Infhrin'd on high the facred Virgil fits,

And fits in measures, fuch as Virgil's Mufe
To place thee near him might be fond to chuse.
How might he tune th' alternate reed with thee,
Perhaps a Strephon thou, a Daphnis he,

While fome old Damon, o'er the vulgar wife,
Thinks he deferves, and thou deferv'ft, the prize.
Rapt with the thought, my fancy feeks the plains,
And turns me fhepherd while I hear the strains.
Indulgent nurse of every tender gale,
Parent of flowerets, old Arcadia, hail!
Here in the cool my limbs at ease I spread,
Here let thy poplars whisper o'er my head,
Still flide thy waters soft among the trees;
Thy afpins quiver in a breathing breeze,
Smile all thy vallies in eternal spring,

Be hufh'd, ye winds! while Pope and Virgil fing.
In English lays, and all fublimely great,
Thy Homer warms with all his ancient heat,
He shines in council, thunders in the fight,
And flames with every fense of great delight.
Long has that poet reign'd, and long unknown,
Like monarchs sparkling on a distant throne;
In all the majefty of Greece retir'd,

Himself unknown, his mighty name admir'd,
His language failing, wrapp'd him round with night,
Thine, rais'd by thee, recalls the work to light.

So wealthy mines, that ages long before
Fed the large realms around with golden ore,
When choals'd by finking banks, no more appear,
And fhepherds only fay, The mines were here!
Should fome rich youth (if nature warm his heart,
And all his projects stand inform❜d with art)
Here clear the caves, there ope the leading vein;
The mines detected flame with gold again.

How vaft, how copious, are thy new defigns!
How every music varies in thy lines!
Still as I read, I feel my bosom beat,

And rife in raptures by another's heat.

Thus in the wood, when fummer drefs'd the days,
When Windfor lent us tuneful hours of ease,
Our ears the lark, the thrush, the turtle blest;
And Philomela sweetest o'er the rest:
The shades refound with fong-O foftly tread!
While a whole season warbles round my head.

This to my friend-and when a friend inspires, My filent harp its master's hand requires,

Shakes off the dust, and makes these rocks resound,
For fortune plac'd me in unfertile ground;

Far from the joys that with my foul agree,
From wit, from learning,-far, oh far from thee!
Here mofs-grown trees expand the smallest leaf,
Here half an acre's corn is half a sheaf,

Here hills with naked heads the tempeft meet,
Rocks at their fide, and torrents at their feet,
Or lazy lakes, unconfcious of a flood,
Whofe dull brown Naiads ever fleep in mud.

Yet here content can dwell, and learned eafe,
A friend delight me, and an author please;
Ev'n here I fing, while Pope supplies the theme,
Show my own love, though not increase his fame.

ET nunc dilectum fpeculum, pro more retectum,
Emicat in mensâ, quæ fplendet pyxide densâ :
Tum primum lymphâ, fe purgat candida nympha ;
Jamque fine mendâ, cœleftis imago videnda,
Nuda caput, bellos retinet, regit, implet, ocellos.
Hâc ftupet explorans, feu cultus numen adorans.
Inferior claram Pythonissa apparet ad aram,
Fertque tibi cautè, dicatque fuperbia! lautè,
Dona venufta; oris, quæ cunctis, plena laboris,
Excerpta explorat, dominamque deamque decorat.
Pyxide devotâ, fe pandit hic India tota,
Et tota ex iftâ tranfpirat Arabia cista :
Teftudo hic flectit, dum fe mea Lesbia pectit ;
Atque elephas lentè, te pectit Lesbia dente;
Hunc maculis nôris, nivei jacet ille coloris.
Hic jacet et mundè, mundus muliebris abundè;
Spinula refplendens æris longo ordine pendens,

Pulvis fuavis odore, et epistola suavis amore.
In luit arma ergo, Veneris pulcherrima virgo ;
Pulchrior in præfens tempus de tempore crefcens ;
Jam reparat rifus, jam furgit gratiâ visûs,
Jam promit cultu, mirac'la latentia vultu.
Pigmina jam mifcet, quo plus fua purpura glisceţ,
Et geminans bellis fplendet magè fulgor ocellis.
Stant Lemures muti, Nymphæ intentique faluti,
Hic figit zonam, capiti, locat ille coronam,
Hæc manicis formam, plicis dat et altera normam ;
Et tibi vel Betty, tibi vel nitidiffima Letty!
Gloria factorum temerè conceditur horum.

HEALTH. AN ECLOGUE.

Now early fhepherds o'er the meadow pass,
And print long footsteps in the glittering grass;

The cows neglectful of their pasture stand,
By turns obfequious to the milker's hand.
When Damon foftly trod the fhaven lawn,
Damon a youth from city cares withdrawn ;
Long was the pleasing walk he wander'd through,
A cover'd arbour clos'd the distant view;

There refts the youth, and, while the feather'd throng
Raise their wild mufic, thus contrives a fong.

Here, wafted o'er by mild Etefian air, Thou country Goddess, beauteous Health! repair; Here let my breast through quivering trees inhale Thy rofy bleffings with the morning gale.

What are the fields, or flowers, or all I fee?
Ah! taftelefs all, if not enjoy'd with thee.
Joy to my foul! I feel the Goddess nigh,
The face of nature cheers as well as I;
O'er the flat green refreshing breezes run,
The smiling daizies blow beneath the fun,
The brooks run purling down with filver waves,
The planted lanes rejoice with dancing leaves,
The chirping birds from all the compass rove
To tempt the tuneful echoes of the grove:
High funny fummits, deeply-fhaded dales,
Thick moffy banks, and flowery winding vales,
With various profpect gratify the fight,
And scatter fix'd attention in delight.

Come, country Goddess, come; nor thou fuffice, But bring thy mountain-fifter, Exercise.

pace,

Call'd by thy lovely voice, fhe turns her
Her winding horn proclaims the finish'd chace;
She mounts the rocks, she skims the level plain,
Dogs, hawks, and horfes, croud her early train.
Her hardy face repels the tanning wind,
And lines and meshes loosely float behind.
All these as means of toil the feeble fee,

But these are helps to pleasure join'd with thee.
Let Sloth lie foftening till high noon in down,
Or lolling fan her in the fultry town,

Unnerv'd with reft; and turn her own disease,
Or fofter others in luxurious ease:

I mount the courfer, call the deep-mouth'd hounds,
The fox unkennel'd flies to covert grounds;