But Delia always; abfent from her fight, DAPHNI S. Sylvia's like autumn ripe, yet mild as May, More bright than noon, yet fresh as early day; Ev'n fpring displeases, when she shines not here; But bleft with her, 'tis fpring throughout the year. STREPHON. Say, Daphnis, say, in what glad foil appears, 85 A wondrous Tree that facred Monarchs bears; Tell me but this, and I'll disclaim the prize, And give the conqueft to thy Sylvia's eyes. DAPHNI S. Nay tell me first, in what more happy fields The Thistle springs, to which the Lily yields: 90 And then a nobler prize I will refign; For Sylvia, charming Sylvia fhall be thine. REMARKS. VER. 86. A wondrous Tree that facred Monarchs bears ;] An allufion to the Royal Oak, in which Charles II. had been hid from the purfuit after the battle at Worcester. P. IMITATIONS. VER. SO. The Thistle springs, to which the Lily yields Alludes to the device of the Scots Monarchs, the Thistle, worn by Queen Anne; and to the arms of France, the Fleur de lys. The two riddles are in imitation of thofe in Virg. Ecl. iii. Dic quibus in terris infcripti nomina Regum DAMON. Cease to contend, for, Daphnis, I decree, The bowl to Strephon, and the lamb to thee: Blest Swains, whose Nymphs in ev'ry grace excel; Blest Nymphs, whose Swains those graces fing fo well! Now rife, and hafte to yonder woodbine bow'rs, A foft retreat from fudden vernal show'rs; The turf with rural dainties fhall be crown'd, While op'ning blooms diffuse their sweets around. For fee! the gath'ring flocks to shelter tend, 101 And from the Pleiads fruitful show'rs defcend. VARIATIONS. VER. 99. was originally, The turf with country dainties fhall be spread, (69) SUMMER: THE SECOND PASTORAL, OR, ALEX IS. A To Dr. GARTH. Shepherd's Boy (he feeks no better name) Led forth his flocks along the filver Thame, Where dancing fun-beams on the waters play'd, And verdant alders form'd a quiv'ring fhade. VARIATIONS. VER. 1, 2, 3, 4. were thus printed in the first edition : Where gentle Thames his winding waters leads VER. 3. Originally thus in the MS. There to the winds he plain'd his hapless love, And Amaryllis fill'd the vocal grove. REMARK S. VER. 3. The Scene of this Paftoral by the river's fide; fuitable to the heat of the feafon; the time noon. P., Soft as he mourn'd, the ftreams forgot to flow, 5 10 Accept, O GARTH, the Mufe's early lays, That adds this wreath of ivy to thy bays; Hear what from Love unpractis'd hearts endure, From Love, the fole disease thou canst not cure. Ye fhady beeches, and ye cooling ftreams, Defence from Phoebus', not from Cupid's beams, To you I mourn, nor to the deaf I fing, The woods fhall answer, and their echo ring. The hills and rocks attend my doleful lay, Why art thou prouder and more hard than they? The bleating sheep with my complaints agree, They parch'd with heat, and I inflam'd by thee. 20 REMARK S. 15 VER. 9.] Dr. Samuel Garth, Author of the Dispensary, was one of the first friends of the Author, whofe acquaint ance with him began at fourteen or fifteen. Their friendthip continued from the year 1703 to 1718, which was that of his death. P. VER. 16. The woods fhall answer, and their echo ring] Is a line out of Spenfer's Epithalamion. P. IMITATIONS. VER. 8 And Fove confented] Jupiter et læto defcendet plurimus imbri. Virg. P. VER. 15. nor to the deaf I fing,] Non canimus furdis, refpondent omnia fylvæ. Virg. P The fultry Sirius burns the thirsty plains, Where ftray ye, Muses, in what lawn or grove, While your Alexis pines in hopeless love? In thofe fair fields where facred Ifis glides, 25 Or else where Cam his winding vales divides? As in the crystal spring I view my face, Fresh rifing blushes paint the wat'ry glass; But fince those graces please thy eyes no more, I fhun the fountains which I fought before. 30 Once I was fkill'd in ev'ry herb that grew, And ev'ry plant that drinks the morning dew; VER. 27. VARIATIONS. Oft in the crystal spring I cast a view, REMARK S. VER. 39. Colin] The name taken by Spenfer in his Eclogues, where his mistress is celebrated under that of Rofalinda. P. IMITATIONS. VER. 23. Where ftray ye, Mufes, etc.] Quæ nemora, aut qui vos faltus habuere, puellæ Virg. out of Theocr. P. VER. 27. Virgil again, from the Cyclops of Theocritus, nuper me in littore vidi, Cum placidum ventis ftaret mare; non ego Daphnim, |