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Wbosc fix'd foundations can repcl the hou,
The rock, uumov'd, reverberates the lourd

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 ;
Then from his hut he flies, assumes the state Yet here a murmuring stream, or warbling biri,
Propounded by the fiend, prepar'd by fate. To me does sweeter harmony afford.
Ambition soon began to list her head,

Nature on all the power of bliss belows,
Soaring, she mounts with restless pinions spread; Which from her bounteous fource perpetual flow,
But justice, conscious, shuns the poison'd air, But he alone with happiness is bleft,
Where only prostituted tools repair ;

Who knows to use it rightly when possel:
Where Stilico and Virtue not avail;

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
Brands loyalty as treason to the times.

Falle are his vows, and treacherous his designs,
An haughty minion, mad with empire grown, Now, should a patriot rise, his power oppole,
Enslaves the subjects, and insults the throne. Should he affert a ünking nation's cause,
A thousand disemboguing rivers pay

He stirs a vengeance nothing can control,
Their everlasting homage to the sea ;

Such is the rancour of his haughty foul;
The Nile, the Rhine, the Danube, and the 'Thames, Fell as a lioness in Libya's plain,
Pour constant down their tributary Itreams: When tortur’d with the javelin's pointed pain;
But yet the sea confesses no increase,

Or a spurn'd ferpent, as she shoots along, toegue
For all is swallow'd in the deep abyss.

With lightning in her eyes, and poifas in bet
In craving, still Rufinus' soul renains. (gains; Nor will those families eraz'd ftifice;
Though fed with showers of gold, and fivods of But provinces and cities he destroys:
For he despoils and ravages the land,

Urg'd on with blind revenge and fetcled hate,
No ftate is free from his rapacious hand;

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
In a poor lonely cot and humble ceil.

Unshock’d, unnotid, by basc ignoble fears.
Such a retreat to me's more glorious far,
Thay all thy pemp, than all thy triumphs are:

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,
Take thou thy rising tower, thy lofty dopie;

Ca: footh and calm adiicted virtue's woes;
Though there thy furniture of radiant dye
Abitracts and ravihes the curious eye;

He is the folid, firm, undhaken force,
Though each asiment, every spacious room,
Shines with the glories of the Tyrir icom;

The limits of its wonted bore diluains;
Vet here I view a nere delightful scene,
Where nature's freft: eit bivvel ard beauties reign; with replied rage the torrent dow:
Where the warm Zep!yr's genial balmy wing,
Phiying, diftule an eternali;uing:
Though there thy lewd lascivious limbs are laid
Qa a rich downy couch, or gelden bed;
Yet livre, extended on the fewery grass,
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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,"

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The lady care herself did take,

Bob did not fhill-I shall-I
And made a nest for Robin's fake:


Nor said one word of friend or foe;
But he perkt up into her chair,

But flirting at hin made a blow,
In which he plenteously did fare,

As game cocks with their gauntlets do.
Assuming quite another air.

At which the eagle gracefully
The ncighbours thought, when this they spy'd, Cast a disdaining, sparkling cye;
The world well inended on his side.

As who should say—What's this, a fic?
With well-tun'd throat he whistled long, But no revenge at all did take,
And every body lik'd his song.

He spar'd him for their lady's sake,
• At last, they, this little thing

Who ponder'd these things in her mind,
Will kill itself, so long to sing ;

And took the condud of the cagle kind.
We'll closet him among the rest

Upon reflection now—to thew
of those my lady loves the best."

What harm the least of things may do,
They little thought, that saw him come,

Mad Robin, with his cursed flirt,
That Robins were so quarrelsome :

One of the eagle's eyes had hurt;
The door they open'd, in he pops,

Inflam'd it, made it red and fore:
And to the highest perch he hops ;

But the affront inflam'd it more.
The party-colour'd birds he chose,

Oh, how the family did tear :
The gold-finches, and fuch as thosc;

To fire the house, could scarce forbear :
With them he'd peck, and bill, and feed,

With scorn, not pain, the eagle fir’d,
And very well (at times) agreed :

Murmur'd disdain, and so retir'd.
Canary-birds were his delight,

Robin, to offer .ome relief,
With them he'd tête-à-tête all night;

la words like these would heal their grief :
But the brown linnets went to pot,

“ Should th' eagle die (which heaven forbid') He kill'd them all upon the spot.

We ought some other to provide.
The servants were employ'd each day,

I do not say that any now
Instead of work, to part some fray.

Are fit, but in a year or two:
And wish'd the ankward fellow curft

And should this mighty warrior fall,
That brought him to my lady first.

They should not want a general."
At last they all resolv'd upon't,

As men have long observ'd, that one
Some way to tell my lady on't.

Misfortune seldom comes alone;
Meanwhile he'd had a noble swing,

Just in the moment this was done,
And rul'd just like the Gallic king;

Ten thousand foes in light were come:
Having killd or wounded all,

Vultures and kites, and birds of prey,
Unless the eagle in the hall;

In flocks so thick-they darken'd day.
With whom he durft but only jar,

A long concerted force and Atrong,
He being the very soul of war,

Vermin of all kinds made the throng;
But hated him for his defert,

Foxes were in the faction join'd,
And borc him malice at his heart.

Who waited their approach to ground.
This eagle was my lady's pride,

By every hard, from common fame,
The guardian safety of her lide :

The frightful face of danger came.
He osten brought home foreign prey,
Which humbly at her feet he lay.

I'm glad the eagle's here, and well."
Por colour, pinions, and stature,

Another out of breath with fear,
The fairest workmanship of nature;

Says, " Thousands more near sea appear;
"Twould do one good to see him move,

They'll swop our chicken from the door;
So full of grandeur, grace, and love:

We never were fo set before :
He was indeed a bird for Jove.

We're glad the cagle will forget,
He scar'd aloft in Brucum's field,

And the invaders kill or bcar."
A thousand kites and vultures kill'd;

Reserv'd and great, his noble mind,
Which made hiin dear to all that flew,

Above all petty things inclin'd,
Unless to Robin and his crew.

Abhorr'd the thoughts of any thing,
One day poor Bob, puff'd up

with pride,

But what his lady's peace could bring:
Thinking the combat to abide,

Who bless'd him firii, and bade him do
A goose-quill on for weapon ty'd,

As he was wont, and beat the foe.
Knowing by use, that, now and then,

Burning and restless as the sun,
A sword less hurt does than a pen.

Until this willing work was done;
As for example--- What at home

He whcts his talons, stretch'd his wings,
You've well contriv'd to do at Rome,

His lightning darte, and terror flings;
A pen blows up-before you come.

Towers with a flight into the sky,
You are fupros'd to undermine

These million monilers to descry,
The foe-in some immenfe design.

Prepar'd to conquer, or to die.
А pen can bite you with a line;

The party, that so far was come,
There's forty ways to give a fign.

Well-all on fire away hc stalk'a,
Till come to-where the eagle walk'd.

“ 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 :




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,
While playing at her father's gate,
Seen and was most hugely Smitten
With young dog and dirty kitten,
Had took them up and lug'd them in,
And made the servants wash them clean *,

When she to a fit age was grown,
'To be sole mistress of her own,
Then to her favour and strange trust
She rais'd these two : in rank the first
*The dog, who, with gile collar grac'd,
Scrutted about. The cat was plac'd
O'er all the house to domineer,
And kept each wight of her in fear;
While he o'er all the plains had power,
That savage wolves might not devour
Her flocks. She gave him charge great care
To take : but beasts uncertain are:

Now see by these what troubles rise
To those who in their choice unwise
Put trust in such ; for he foon join'd
With beast of prey the dog combin'd,
Who kill'd the Meep, and tore the hind;
While he would stand, and grin, and bark,
Concealing thus his dealings dark.
A wolf, or so, sometimes he'd take;
And then, O what a noise he'd make!
But with wild hearts o'er-run yet are
'The plains: some die for want of fare,
Or torn, or kill'd; the shepherds find
Each day are lost of every kind.

Thy filly sheep lament in vain ;
Of their hard fate, not him, coniplain.

The shepherds, and the servants all,
Against the traitor loudly hawl:
But there was none that dar'd to tell
Their lady what to then befel;
For puls a fox of wondrous art
Brought in, to help, and take their part,
By whose assistance to deceive,
She made her every lie believe.

Onc lucky day, when she was walking
In her woods, with servants talking,
And stepp'd to hear how very well
A red-breast fung, then him to dwell
With her the call'd: he came, and took
His piace next to a favourite rook;
Where Robin soon began to sing
Such forgs as made the house to ring :
He sung the lots and death of heep,
In note: that made the lady weep:
How for his charge the dog unfis,
Took part with soes, and shepherds ba;
Ev'n from his birth he did him trace,
And shew him cur of shabby race;
The first by wandering beggars sed,
His fire, advanc'd, turn d fpie for bread;
Himself each trust had still abus'd;
To leal what he should guard, was us'd
From puppy: known where'er he came
Boch vile and base, and void of fame.

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,

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