Why a prolific Aura upwards tends,
Ferments, and in a living shower defcends;
How vapours hanging on the towering hills.
In breezes figh, or weep in warbling rills;
Whence infant winds their tender pinions try,
And river gods their thirsty urns fupply.

The wondering fage pursues his airy flight,

And braves the chill unwholefome damps of night:

He views the tracts where luminaries rove,

To fettle seasons here, and fates above;
The bleak Arcturus ftill forbid the feas,
The stormy Kids, the weeping Hyades;
The shining lyre with strains attracting more
Heaven's glittering manfions now than hell's be-
fore;

Glad Caffiopeia circling in the sky,
And each fair Churchill of the galaxy.

Aurora, on Etefian breezes borne,

With blushing lips breathes out the sprightly morn:
Each flower in dew their fhort-liv'd empire weeps,
And Cynthia with her lov'd Endymion fleeps.
As through the gloom the Magus cuts his way,
Imperfect objects tell the doubtful day ;
Dirn he difcerns majestic Atlas rife,
And bend beneath the burden of the fkies;
His towering brows aloft no tempefts know,
Whilft lightning flies, and thunder rolls below.
Distant from hence beyond a waste of plains,
Proud Teneriff, his giant brother, reigns;
With breathing fire his pitchy noftrils glow,
As from his fides he fhakes the fleecy fnow.
Around this hoary prince, from watery beds,
His fubject iflands raise their verdant heads;
The waves fo gently wash each rifing hill,
The land feems floating, and the ocean still.
Eternal fpring with fmiling verdure here
Warms the mild air, and crowns the youthful year,
From crystal rocks tranfparent rivulets flow;
The tuberofe ever breathes, and violets blow.
The vine undress'd her fwelling clusters bears,
The labouring hind the mellow olive cheers;
Bloffoms and fruit at once the citron fhews,
And, as the pays, difcovers ftill fhe owes.
The orange to her fun her pride displays,
And gilds her fragrant apples with his rays.
No blasts c'er difcompofe the peaceful sky,
The fprings but murmur, and the winds but figh.
The tuneful fwans on gliding rivers float,
And warbling dirges die on every note..
Where Flora treads, her Zephyr garlands flings,
And scatters odours from his purple wings;

Whilst birds from woodbine bowers and jasmine

groves

Chant their glad nuptials, and unenvy'd loves.
Mild feafons, rifing hills, and filent dales,
Ceol grottos, filver brooks, and flowery vales,
Groves fill'd with balmy fhrubs, in pomp appear,
And scent with gales of sweets the circling year.
Thefe happy ifles, where endless pleasures
wait,

Are ftyl'd by tuneful bards-The Fortunate.
On high, where no hoarse winds nor clouds re-
fort,

The hoodwink'd goddess keeps her partial court.
Upon a wheel of amethyst she fits,

Gives and resumes, and smiles and frowns by fits.
In this still labyrinth, around her lie
Spells, philters, globes, and schemes of palmiflry;
A figil in this hand the gipfy bears,
In th' other a prophetic fieve and sheers.

The dame, by divination, knew that foon
The Magus would appear-and then begun :
Hail facred feer! thy embaffy I know:
Wars must ensue, the fates will have it fo.
Dread feats fhall follow, and difafters great,
Pills charge on pills, and bolus bolus meet ;
Both fides fhall conquer, and yet both fhall fail ;
The mortar now, and then the urinal.

To thee alone any influence I owe;
Where nature has deny'd, my favours flow.
'Tis I that give, fo mighty is my power,
Faith to the Jew, complexion to the Moor.
I am the wretch's with, the rook's pretence,
The fluggard's eafe, the coxcomb's providence.
Sir Scrape-quill, once a fupple smiling flave,
Looks lofty now, and infolently grave;
Builds, fettles, purchases, and has each hour
Caps from the rich, and curfes from the poor.
Spadillio, that at table ferv'd of late,
Drinks rich Tockay himself, and eats in plate;
Has levees, villas, miftreffes in store,
And owns the racers which he rubb'd before.
Souls heavenly borne my faithlefs boons defy;
The brave is to himself a deity.
Though bleft Aftrea's gone, fome foil remains
Where fortune is the flave, and merit reigns.
The Tiber boasts his Julian progeny,
Thames his Naffau, the Nile his Ptolomy.
Iberia, yet for future fway defign'd,
Shall, for a Heffe, a greater Mordaunt find.
Thus Ariadne in proud triumph rode;
She loft a hero, and fhe found a god.

While groves and ftreams are the foft virgin's

theme a

Of temper'd stibium the bright fhield was caft,
And yet the work the metal far furpafs'd.
A foliage of the vulnerary leaves,

[ceives
Graved round the brim, the wondering fight de-
Around the centre fate's bright trophies lay,
Probes, faws, incifion-knives, and tools to flay.
Emboft upon the field, a battle stood

Of leeches fpouting hæmorrhoidal blood.
The artist too exprefs'd the folemn state
Of grave phyficians at a confult met;
About each fymptom how they disagree,
But now unanimous in cafe of fee.

Whilst each affaffin his learn'd colleague tires
With learn'd impertinence, the fick expires.

Beneath this blazing orb bright Querpo fhone,
Himself an Atlas, and his fhield a moon.
A peftle for his truncheon led the van,
And his high helmet was a close-stool pan.
His creft an Ibis, brandishing her beak,
And winding in loofe folds her fpiral neck.
This when the young Querpoïdes beheld,
His face in nurfe's breaft the boy conceal'd;
Then, peept, and with the effulgent helm would
play,

And as the monster gap'd, would fhrink away. Thus fometimes joy prevail'd, and fometimes fear; And tears and fimiles alternate paffions were.

As Querpo towering stood in martial might,
Pacific Carus fparkled on the right.
An oran outang o'er his shoulders hung,
His plume confefs'd the capon whence it fprung.
His motley mail fcarce could the hero bear,
Haranguing thus the tributes of the war :
Fam'd chiefs,

For present triumphs born, defign'd for more,
Your virtue I admire, your valour more.
If battle he refolv'd, you'll find this hand
Can deal out destiny, and fare command.
Our foes in throngs fhall hide the crimfun plain,
And their Apollo interpofe in vain.
Though gods themselves engage, a Diomed
With ease could fhow a deity can bleed.

But war's rough trade fhould be by fools profest,

The trueft rubbish fills a trench the best.
Let quinfies throttle, and the quartan fhake,
Or dropfies drown, and gout and cholics rack;
Let fword and peftilence lay wafte, while we
Wage bloodlefs wars, and fight in theory,
Who wants not merit, needs not arm for fame;
The dead I raise, my chivalry proclaim;
Difeafes baffled, and lost health restor’d.
In fame's bright lift my victories record.
More lives from me their prefervation own,
Than lovers lefe if fair Cornelia frown.
Your cures, fhrill Querpo cry'd, aloud you tell,
But wifely your miscarriages conceal.
Zeno, a priest, in Samothrace of old,
Thus reafon'd with Philopidas the bold:
Immortal gods you own, but think them blind
To what concerns the state of human kind.
Either they hear not, or regard not prayer;
That argues want of power and this of care.
Allow that wisdom infinite must know;
Power infinite must act. "I grant it fo,”

Hafte ftraight to Neptune's fane; furvey with

zeal

The walls. "What then?" reply'd the infidel.
Obferve those numerous throngs, in effigy,
The gods have fav'd from the devouring fea.

Tis true, their pictures that escap'd you keep, "But where are theirs that perifh'd in the deep?"

Vaunt now no more the triumph of your skill. But, though unfee'd, exert your arm, and kill. Our scouts have learn'd the posture of the foe; In war furprises fureft conduct fhow.

But fame, that neither good nor bad conceals, That Pembroke's worth, and Ormond's valour tells:

How truth in Burnet, how in Cavendish, reigns,
Varro's magnificence with Maro's strains;
But how at church and bar all gape and ftretch
If Winnington but plead, or South or Only
preach;

On nimble wings to Warwick-lane repairs,
And what the enemy intends, declares.
Confufion in each countenance appear'd,

A council's call'd, and Stentor* first was heard ; His labouring lungs the thron'd prætorium rent, (b) | Addreffing thus the paffive prefident :

Machaont, whofe experience we adore,
Great as your matchlefs merit, is your power:
At your approach, the baffled tyrant death
Breaks his keen fhafts, and grinds his clashing
teeth.

To you we leave the conduct of the day;
What you command, your vaffals muft obey.
If this dread enterprife you would decline,
We'll fend to treat, and stifle the design.
But, if my arguments had force, we'd try
To humble our audacious foes, or die;
Our spite, they'll find, to their advantage leans;
The end is good, no matter for the means.
So modern cafuifts their talents try,
Uprightly for the fake of truth to lie.

He had not finish'd, till th' out-guards def-
cry'd (c)

Bright columns move in formidable pride;

VARIATIONS.

(6) True to extremes, yet to dull forms a flave, He's always dully gay, or vainly grave. With indignation, and a daring air,

He paus'd a while, and thus addrefs'd the chair.

(c) What Stentor offer'd was by most approv'd;
But feveral voices feveral methods mov'd.
At length th' adventurous heroes all agree
T'expect the foe, and act defenfively.
Into the shop their bold battalions move,
And what their chief commands, the rest approve.
Down from the walls they tear the fhelves in hafte,
Which on their Hank for palifades are plac'd;

* Dr. Goodall.

+ Sir Thomas Millington.

The paffing pomp fo dazzled from afar,
It seem'd a triumph, rather than a war.
Though wide the front, though grofs the phalanx

grew,

It look'd lefs dreadful, as it nearer grew.

The adverse hoft for action ftraight prepare ; All eager to unveil the face of war.

Their chiefs lace on their helms, and take the field,

And to their trufty fquire refigns the fhield:
To paint each knight, their ardour and alarms.
Would ask the mufe that fung the frogs in arms.
And now the fignal fummons to the fray;
Mock falchions flafn, and paltry enfigns play.
Their patron god his filver bow-frings twangs;
Tough harness rufiles, and bold armour clangs;
The piercing cauftics ply their fpiteful power;
Emetics ranch, and keen cathartics fcour;
The deadly drugs in double doses fly;
And peftles peal a martial fymphony.

Now from their level'd fyringes they pour
The liquid volley of a miffive fhower.
Not forms of fleet, which o'er the Baltic drive
Push'd on by northern gufts, fuch horror give.
Like spouts in fouthern feas the deluge broke,
And numbers funk beneath th' impetuous ftroke.
So when Leviathans difpute the reign
And uncontrol'd dominion of the main;
From the rent rocks whole coral groves are torn,
And ifles of fea-weed on the waves are borne,
Such watery stores from their fpread noftrils fly,
'Tis doubtful which is fea, and which is fky.

And now the staggering braves, led by defpair, Advance, and to return the charge prepare, Each feizes for his field a fpacious fcale,

And the brafs weights fly thick as fhowers of hail.

Whole heaps of warriors welter on the ground,
With gally-pots and broken phials crown'd
Whilft empty jars the dire defeat refound.

Thus when fonie fterm its cryftal quarry rends, And Jove in rattling fhowers of ice defcends; Mount Athos fhakes the forefts on his brow, Whilft down his wounded fides fresh torrents flow, [below.

And leaves and limbs of trees o'erfpread the vale
But now, all order loft, promifcuous blows
Confus'dly fall; perplex'd the battle grows.
From Stentor's arm a maffy opiate fies,
And ftraight a deadly fleep clos'd Carus' eyes.
At Colon † great Sertorius Buckthorn flung,
Who with fierce gripes, like thofe of death, was
ftung;

And then behind the compter rang'd they ftand Their front fo well fecur'd, t'obey command.

And now the scouts the adverfe hofts descry, Blue aprons in the air for colours fly: With unrefifted force they urge their way, And find the foc embattled in array.

* Dr. Goodall again Dr. Tyfon.

+ Dr. Birch,

*

But with a dauntless and difdainful mein
Hurl'd back fteel pills, and hit him on the spleen,
Chiron attack'd Talthibius with fuch might,
One pass had paunch'd the huge hydropic knight,
Who ftraight retreated to evade the wound,
But in a flood of apozem was drown'd.
This Pfylas | faw, and to the victor said,
Thou shalt not long furvive th' unwieldy dead,
Thy fate fhall follow; to confirm it, swore,
By the image of Priapus, which he bore:
And rais'd an eagle-ftone, invoking loud
On Cynthia, leaning o'er a filver cloud :
Great queen of night, and empress of the feas,
If faithful to thy midnight.myfteries,
If, ftill obfervant of my early vows,

These hands have eas'd the mourning matron's throes,

Direct this rais'd avenging arm aright;

So may loud cymbals aid thy labouring light.
He faid, and let the ponderous fragment fly
At Chiron, but learn'd Hermes put it by.

Though the haranguing god furvey'd the war,
That day the muses' fons were not his care;
Two friends, adepts, the Trifmegifts by name,
Alike their features, and alike their flame;
As fimpling near fair Tweed each fung by tura,
The liftening river would neglect his urn.
Thofe lives they fail'd to rescue by their skill,
Their muse could make immortal with her quill;
But learn'd inquiries after nature's state
Diffolv'd the league, and kindled a debate.
The one, for lofty labours fruitful known,
Fill'd magazines with volumes of his own.
At his once-favour'd friend a tome he threw,
That from its birth had slept unfeen till now;
Stunn'd with the blow, the batter'd bard retir'd,
Sunk down, and in a fimile expir'd.

And now the cohorts fhake, the legions ply, The yielding flanks confefs the victory. Stenter, undaunted ftill, with noble rage Sprung through the battle, Querpo to engage. Fierce was the onfet, the difpute was great, Both could not vanquish, neither would retreat; Each combatant his adversary mauls,

3

With batter'd bed-pans, and ftav'd urinals.
On Stentor's creft the usual crystal breaks,
And tears of amber gutter'd down his cheeks;
But whilft the champion, as late rumours tell,
Defign'd a fure decifive ftroke, he fell:
And as the victor hovering o'er him stood,
With arms extended, thus the fuppliant fued:}
When honour's loft, 'tis a relief to die;
Death's but a fure retreat from intamy.
But to the loft if pity might be shown,
Reflect on young Querpoïdes thy fon;
Then pity mine, for tuch an infant grace
Smiles in his eyes, and flatters in his face.
If he was near, compaflion he'd create,
Or elfe lament his wretched parent's fate.
Thine is the glory, and the field is thine;
To thee the lov'd Dilpenfary I refign.

Dr. Gill against Dr. Ridleys

Dr. Chamberlain,

At this the victors own fuch extafies, As Memphian priests if their Ofiris fneeze: Or champions with Olympic clangor fir'd; Or fimpering prudes with sprightly Nántz infpir'd; Or fultans rais'd from dungeons to a crown; Or fafting zealots when the fermon's done.

Awhile the chief the deadly ftroke declin'd, And found compaffion pleading in his mind. But whilst he view'd with pity the diftrefs'd, He spy'd Signeturf writ upon his breast. [head, Then tow'rds the fkies he tofs'd his threatening And, fir'd with more than mortal fury, faid :

Sooner than I'll from vow'd revenge desist, (4) His Holinefs fhall turn a Quietest;

VARIATIONS,

(d) Faith stand unmov'd through Stillingfleet's defence,

And Locke for mystery abandon fenfe.

+ Thofe members of the college that obferve a late Garue, are called by the apothecaries "Signetur men."

Janfenius and the Jefuits agree,

The inquifition wink at herefy,

Warm convocations own the church fecure,
And more confult her doctrine than her power.
With that he drew a lancet in his rage,

To puncture the still fupplicating fage.
But while his thoughts that fatal stroke decree,
Apollo interpo-'d in form of fee.

The chief great Pæan's golden treffes knew,
He own'd the god, and his rais'd arm with
drew.

Thus often at the Temple-ftairs we've feen
Two tritons, of a rough athletic mien,
Sourly dispute fome quarrel of the flood,
With knuckles bruis'd, and face befmear'd în
blood;

But, at the first appearance of a fare,
Both quit the fray, and to their oars repair.
The Hero fo his enterprize recails,
His tift anclinfhes, and the weapon falls,

WHILE

HILE the fhrill clangor of the battle rings, Aufpicious health appear'd on zephyr's wings; She feem'd a cherub moft divinely bright, More soft than air, more gay than morning-light. A charm she takes from each excelling fair, And borrows Carlifle's fhape, and Grafton's air. Her eyes like Ranelagh's their beams difpente, With Churchill's bloom, and Berkeley's inno

cence;

On Iris thus the differing beams bestow
The dye, that paints the wonders of her bow;
From the fair nymph a vocal music falls,
As to Macháon thus the goddefs calls:
Enough, th' atchievement of your arms you've
fhown,

You feek a triumph you should blush to own.
Hafte to th' Elyfian fields, those bleft abodes,
Where Harvey fits among the demi-gods.
Confult that facred fage, he'll foon difclofe
The method that muft mollify these woes.
Let Celfus* for that enterprize prepare,
His conduct to the fhades fhall be my care.
Aghaft the heroes stood diffolv'd in fear,
A form fo heavenly bright they could not bear;
Celfus, alone unmov'd, the fight beheld,
The rel in pale confufion left the field.

So when the pygmies, marshal'd on the plains, Wage puny war against th' invading crancs;

* Dr. Bateman.

The
puppets to their bodkin fpears repair,
And fcatter'd feathers flutter in the air;
But, when the bold imperial bird of Jove
Stoops on his founding pinions from above,
Among the brakes the fairy nation crowds,
And the Strimonian squadron feeks the clouds.
And now the delegate prepares to go
And view the wonders of the realms helow;
Then takes Amomum for the golden bough.
Thrice did the goddefs with her facred wand
The pavement strike; and straight at her com-
mand

The willing furface opens, and defcries
A deep defcent that leads to nether skies.
Hygeia to the filent region tends;

And with his heavenly guide the charge des fcends.

Thus Numa, when to hallow'd caves retir'd,
Was by Ægeria guarded and inspir'd.

Within the chambers of the globe they fry
The beds where fleeping vegetables lie,
Till the glad fummons of a genial ray
Unbinds the glebe, and calls them out to day.
Hence pancies trick themselves in various hue,
And hence jonquils derive their fragrant dew;
Hence the carnation and the bashful rofe
Their virgin blushes to the morn difclose;
Hence the chalte lily rifes to the light,
Unveils her fnowy breafts, and charms the fight;
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