To ANTHONY HAMMOND, Esq; A By Mr. Charles Hopkins. S when a Prophet feels the God retir'd, No more divine Impulses move his Soul: But you, my Friend, to different Fortune move, Long, long e'er this, you've often been poffeft, No No Lofs, no change of Vigour, can he feel; And yet methinks, I owe too much to you, But what Requital can I make you more? Yet what it is, my beft-good Friend, receive; A A SON G. By the fame Hand, Fter the Pangs of fierce Defire, The Doubts and Hopes that wait on Love, And feed, by turns, the raging Fire; How charming must Fruition prove! II. When the triumphant Lover feels None of thofe Pains, which once he bores Or, when reflecting on his Ills, He makes his present Pleasure more. III. To Mariners, who long have lain On a tempeftuous Ocean toft, The Storms, that threatned on the Main, A FAREWELL to POETRY. A By the fame Hand. } S famish'd Men, whom pleasing Dreams delude, Seem to grow full with their imagin'd Food; Appease their Hunger, and indulge their Tafte, With fancy'd Dainties, while their Visions laft: 'Till fome rude hand breaks up the flatt'ring Scene; Awaken'd, with regret, they starve again : So the false Muse prepares her vainer Feasts, And fo the treats her difappointed Guests: She promises vaft Things, immortal Fame, Vaft Honour, vast Applause, a deathless Name, But well awake, we find it all a Dream. She tells foft Tales, with an inchanting Tongue, And lulls our Souls, with the bewitching Song: How fhe, alone, makes Hcroes truly Great; How, dead long fince, fhe keeps them living yet. Shews her Parnaffus, like a flow'ry Grove, Fair, and Delightful, as the Bowers above; The fittest Place for Poetry, and Love. We hunt the Pleasures thro' the fairy Coast, 'Till in our fruitless Search our felves are loft. So the great Artist drew the lively Scene } Where hungry Birds fnatch'd at the Grapes in vain. Thus the fond Youth, who long, in vain, has ftrove, 3 To Mr. WATSON, on his Ephemeris of the Celestial Motions, prefented to Her Majefty. A By Mr. YALDEN. RT, when in full Perfection, is design'd To please the Eye, or to inform the Mind: This Nobler Piece performs the double Part, With graceful Beauty, and inftructive Art. Since the great Archimedes Sphere was loft, The nobleft Labour finifh'd it cou'd boaft: No generous Hand durft that fam'd Model trace, Which Greece admir'd, and Rome cou'd only praise. This you, with greater luftre, have reftor'd; And taught thofe Arts we ignorantly ador'd: Motion in full Perfection here you've shown, And what Mankind despair'd to reach, have done. In Artful Frames your Heav'nly Bodies move, Scarce brighter in their beauteous Orbs above: And Stars depriv'd of all malignant Flames, Here court the Eye, with more aufpicious Beams. In graceful Order the juft Planets rise, And here compleat their Circles in the Skies: Here's the full Confort of revolving Spheres, And Heav'n in bright Epitomy appears. With Charms the Ancients did invade the Moon, Infpir'd by them, my Thoughts dare upward move, Thus from your Hand w' admire the Globe in fmall, This Labour's to the whole Creation juft, Fortuna fævo Læta negotio, &c. Out of HORACE. By the late Duke of BUCKINGHAM. Fortune, made up of de, t) and Common Ortune, made up of Toys and Impudence, [Sense; } But fond of Bufinefs, infolently dares Rather than follow fuch a dull blind Whore. |