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Wbosc fix'd foundations can repcl the hou,
Alluding to the chience the recephe et
“ Be thou or man or god,” Rufinus faid, Though therc thy fycophants, a scrviic race, * I follow wherefoe'er thy dictates lead."
Cringe at thy levees, and resound thy praile ;
Nature on all the power of bliss belows,
Who knows to use it rightly when possel:
A doctrine, is well pois'd in Reason's fcak, Where royal favours stand expos'd to sale; Nor luxury nor want would thus prevail; Where now Rufinus, scandalously great,
Nor would our fleets fo frequent plow the mait, Loads labouring nations with oppreslive weight; Nor our embattled armies strew the plain. Keeps the obsequious world depending still
But, oh! Rufinus is to reason blind! On the proud didates of his lawless will;
A strange hydropic thirst inflames his mind. Advances those, whosc fierce and factious zeal No bribes his growing appetite can sate; Prompts ever to resist, and to rebel;
For new pofleffiops new desires create. Put those impeaches, who their prince commend, No sense of fame, no modely, restrains, Who, dauntless, dare his sacred rights defend; Where avarice or where ambition reigos. Expounds small riots into highest crimes,
When with strict oaths his proffer'd faith be biedky
Falle are his vows, and treacherous his designs,
He stirs a vengeance nothing can control,
Such is the rancour of his haughty foul;
Or a spurn'd ferpent, as she shoots along, toegue
With lightning in her eyes, and poifas in bet
Urg'd on with blind revenge and fetcled hate,
He labours the confusion of the flate; Treasures immense he hoards; erects a tower,
Subverts the nation's old-eslablith'd frame, To lodge the plunder'd world's collected store :
Explodes her laws, and tramples on her fame. Unmeasur'd is his wealth, unbounded is his Il e'us in mercy he pretends to save power.
A man, puilu'd by faction, from the grave; Oh! whether would'st thou rove, mistaken nian?
Then he invenis new punishments, new pales, Vain are thy hopes, thy acquisitions vain :
Condemns to filence, and fron truth restrains"; For now, fuppofe thy avarice poflefs'd
Then racks and pillories, and bonds and bars, Of all the splendour of the glittering east,
Then ruin and impeachments he prepares. of Croesus' mass of wealth, of Cyrus' crown,
O dreadful mercy more than death severe! Suppose the ocean's treasure all thy own;
That doubly torturcs whom it seems to fpare! Still would thy soul repine, still ask for more,
All seem enilay'd, all bow to him alone; Unbleft with plenty, with abundance poor.
Nor dare their hate their just recentments ont; Fabricius, in hin felf, in virtue great,
But inward grieve, their fighs and Disdain'd a monarch's bribe, despis'd his state.
Which with convullive forrow tear the mind. Serranus, as he prac'd the conful's chair,
Envy is mute-'tis trealon to disclose So could he guide the plough's laborious fhare.
The baneful source of their cternal woes. The fam’d, the warlike, Curii dvign'd to dwell
But scilico's superior fvul appears
Unshock’d, unnotid, by basc ignoble fears.
He is the polar star, directs the fiate,
When parties rage, and public tempeAs beat; Give me my folitary native home,
He is the fufe retreat, the fiveet repolc,
Ca: footh and calm adiicted virtue's woes;
He is the folid, firm, undhaken force,
The limits of its wonted bore diluains;
Thas only knows to fem th' in vacker's cork.
So when a river, swell'd with winter's sunny
THE EAGLE AND THE
Trandated from the Original of Æsop, written Two Thousand Years since,
and now rendered in Familiar Verse, by H. G. L. MAG.
Good precepts and true gold are more valuable Scriptures themselves, the best instructors, teach for their antiquity. And bere I present my good us by way of parable, symbol, image, and figure; reader with one, delivered by the first founder of and David was more moved with Nathan's “ Thou mythology, Ælop himsell. Maximus Planudes “ art the man,” than all the most rigid lectures in takes notice of it, as a very excellent part of his the world would have done. Whoever will be at production; and Phædrus, Camerarius, and others, the trouble of comparing this version with the seem to agree, that his cagle, and five others not original, let them begin at the tenth line, and they yet translated, are equal to any of his that are will find it metaphrastically done, verbum verbo, as handed down to us. Though Mr. Ogleby and the best way of justice to the author. Those that Sir Roger L'Estrange had the unhappiness to be are mere adorers of fina aéyou will not be angry unacquainted with them, yet I had the good for that it is in this sort of metre, for which I gave tude to discover them by the removal of my old leave, the lad having a turn to this sort of mealibrary, which has made me amends for the trouble fure, which is pleasant and agreeable, though not of getting to where I now teach. They were lofty. For my own part, I concur with my master written, or dictated at least, by Esop, in the fifty- Aristotle, that pu@geès xei dupposíce are very far from fourth Olympiad : and though I designed them being unneceílary or unpleasant. May this be of chiefly for the use of my school (this being tranf- use to thee; and it will please thine in all good lated by a youth designed for a Greek profeffor), wishes, yet no man is so wise as not to need instruction,
HORAT, GRAM. aye, and by the way of fable too; since the Holy
One morning, in her giving way, A LADY liv’d in sormer days,
As was her cuftom every day, That well deserv'd the unioft praise ;
To cheer the poor, the sick, and cold, For greatness, birth, and justice fam’d,
Or with apparel, food, or gold, And every virtue could be nam’d;
There came a gazing tranger by, Which made her courle of life so even,
On whom ihe quickly cast an eye. That she's a faint (if dead) in heaven.
The man admiring, made a Itand; This lady had a little leat
He had a bird upon his hand : Just like a palace, 'twas lo neat,
“ What's that, says she, that hangs its head, From aughi (but goodnels) her retreat.
Sinking and faint? 'Tis almost dead."
“ Madam, a red-breast that I found, * The political moral of this little apologue is ton cri.! By this wet fcalon almofi drown a." dent tu need any other comment, than birls mentioning “'Qh: bring him in and keep him warm; tliar the indows Queen ne; dehng the reader to read cuil atleta" 10:111 lit niininy in 1700,
Robins do never any harm.” they are much this puem svas written; ailurcielag They leon obey'd, and chopt him meat, Haus,"
Gave him whatever he would cas;
One cries,“ What help now-who can can te?
plans among thc Garcks, fignis "How
The lady care herself did take,
Bob did not fhill-I shall-I
Nor said one word of friend or foe;
But flirting at hin made a blow,
As game cocks with their gauntlets do.
At which the eagle gracefully
As who should say—What's this, a fic?
He spar'd him for their lady's sake,
Who ponder'd these things in her mind,
And took the condud of the cagle kind.
Upon reflection now—to thew
What harm the least of things may do,
Mad Robin, with his cursed flirt,
One of the eagle's eyes had hurt;
Inflam'd it, made it red and fore:
But the affront inflam'd it more.
Oh, how the family did tear :
To fire the house, could scarce forbear :
With scorn, not pain, the eagle fir’d,
Murmur'd disdain, and so retir'd.
Robin, to offer .ome relief,
la words like these would heal their grief :
“ Should th' eagle die (which heaven forbid') He kill'd them all upon the spot.
We ought some other to provide.
I do not say that any now
Are fit, but in a year or two:
And should this mighty warrior fall,
They should not want a general."
As men have long observ'd, that one
Misfortune seldom comes alone;
Just in the moment this was done,
Ten thousand foes in light were come:
Vultures and kites, and birds of prey,
In flocks so thick-they darken'd day.
A long concerted force and Atrong,
Vermin of all kinds made the throng;
Foxes were in the faction join'd,
Who waited their approach to ground.
By every hard, from common fame,
The frightful face of danger came.
I'm glad the eagle's here, and well."
Another out of breath with fear,
Says, " Thousands more near sea appear;
They'll swop our chicken from the door;
We never were fo set before :
We're glad the cagle will forget,
And the invaders kill or bcar."
Reserv'd and great, his noble mind,
Above all petty things inclin'd,
Abhorr'd the thoughts of any thing,
But what his lady's peace could bring:
Who bless'd him firii, and bade him do
As he was wont, and beat the foe.
Burning and restless as the sun,
Until this willing work was done;
He whcts his talons, stretch'd his wings,
His lightning darte, and terror flings;
Towers with a flight into the sky,
These million monilers to descry,
Prepar'd to conquer, or to die.
The party, that so far was come,
Well-all on fire away hc stalk'a,
“ trader as the eye."
Thought not the eagle was at home :
ame and danger us'd in field,
Down went their fences, wires, and all; y knew he'd quickly make them yield: Perches and birds together fall. on assurance he was near,
None hop'd his power to withstand, mber'd, faint, and dead with fear,
But gave the nest to his command : y made with hurry cowards the lakes; They told him of ten thousand more, he his pinions o'er them shakes.
In flocks along the Ganges' shore, y had not (with such horror filld)
Sale in their furrows, free from trouble, courage to let one be kill'd:
Like partridges among the stubble. y fled, and left no foe behind,
He spreads himself, and cuts the air, Ess it were the fleeting wind :
And steady fight f'on brought him there. -a'man by water took
Lord, how deceiv'd and vex'd he was! - fine young merlins and a rook.
To find they were bue mere jackdaws. he family had now repose :
A hundred thousand all in light, with the fun the eagle rose;
They all could chatter, not one fight. imperial bird pursu'd the foe,
" I'll deal by then as is their due : e toil than rest inur'd to know,
“ Shugh. cry'd the Eagle; off they flew." wing'd his way to Latian land,
His flashing eye iheir hearts confounds, ere first was hatch'd this murdering band; Though by their flight secure from wounds, Harted death where'er he came,
Which was a signal, fatal baulk e of them dying at his name.
To a lace swift Italian hawk. ir mighty foe-a fatal pledge,
The Eagle would no rest afford, Er bowels tore through every hedge:
Till he had lent my lady word; y flutter, shriek, and caw, and hils;
Who when she heard the dear surprise, ir strength decays, and fears increase : Wonder and joy stood in he eyes. most the chevaliers the geese..
My faithful eagle, haft thou then any laughter'd fowl there was,
My mortal foes deftroy'd again? ir carcases blourid up the ways;
Return, return, and on me wait; rest he drove, half spent, pell-mell,
Be thru the guardian of my gate; le to the walls of Pontifell.
Thte and thy friends are worth my care, obin at home, though mad to hear
Thy foes (if any such there are) hculd so conquer every where,
Sha'l my avenging anger share." oftulated thus with fear:
So-left aew :Ils should intervene, ngrateful I, that so have stirr'd
She turn'd the Robin out again. inst this generous, noble bird,
The Samians now, in vast delight, I thou not first by him preferr’d?
Bless their good lady day and night; s leave him in his gall to burn,
Wish that her life might oc'er be done, back to Pontifell return."
But everlasting as the sun. here some to chimney-tops aspire,
The eagle high again did foar ; turrets some that could fly higher ;
The lady was disturb'd no more, le 'bove a hundred miles were gone,
But all things flourish'd as before. roost them at Byzantium. >! in vain wag their pretence, broke through all their Itrong defence :
ROBIN RED-BRE AST,
WITH THE BEASTS,
AN OLD CAT'S PROPHECY;
Taken out of an old Copy of Verses, supposed
be writ by John Lidgale, a Monk of Bety,
One that had in her infant state,
When she to a fit age was grown,
Now see by these what troubles rise
Thy filly sheep lament in vain ;
The shepherds, and the servants all,
Onc lucky day, when she was walking
The cat he sung, that none could och For venim'd fuite, or cruel feratch; That from a witch transform'd she came, Who kitten'd three of equal fame: This first, one dead, of tabby fur The third survives, much roiledtet Had been: a cat well krown, with cale On errands dark, o'er land and icas,
* The political drist of this pretended propliecs is fill more evident than that of the preceding gocm; the faire being abundantly inore personal,