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Rome waits thy nod, unwilling to be free,
Than e'er the capitol fhould ftile me lord.
This fpoke, he hides with leaves his omen'd head; Then prays, the senate next convenes, and faid: If augurs can forefee, a wretch is come, Defign'd by destiny the bane of Rome.
Two horns (moft ftrange to tell) his temples crown; If e'er he pafs the walls, and gain the town,
Your laws are forfeit that ill-fated hour,
And liberty muft yield to lawless power.
The anxious throng look'd down, and, fad in thought,
That, fince in Rome thyfelf forbids thy stay,
The plough-fhare can surround, the labour of a day.
And Rome's rich posts shall shine with horns of gold.
SOLILOQ U Y,
OUT OF ITALIAN.
WOULD he whom my diffembled rigour grieves, But know what torment to my foul it gives; He'd find how fondly I return his flame,
And want myself the pity he would claim. Immortal gods! why has your doom decreed Two wounded hearts with equal pangs should bleed? Since that great law, which your tribunal guides, Has join'd in love whom destiny divides; Repent, ye powers, the injuries you cause, Or change our natures, or reform your laws. Unhappy partner of my killing pain,
Think what I feel the moment you complain.
And all thofe mournful agonies I hear,
Α Ν Ι Μ Ι Τ Α Τ Ι Ο Ν
OF A FRENCH AUTHOR.
CAN you count the filver lights
That deck the fkies, and cheer the nights;
Hang with tranfparent pearl the thorn;
Or Marlborough's acts, or --n's charms?
HEN Fame did o'er the fpacious plain The lays the once had learn'd repeat; All liften'd to the tuneful ftrains,
And wonder'd who could fing fo fweet. 'Twas thus. The Graces held the lyre,
Th' harmonious frame the Mufes ftrung, The Loves and Smiles compos'd the choir, And Gay tranfcrib'd what Phœbus fung.
SADLERS-HALL IN CHEAPSIDE.
UNWIELDY pedant, let thy aukward Mufe
With cenfures praife, with flatteries abufe.
Thy feeble fatire ne'er can do him wrong;
THE EARL OF GODOLPHIN TO DR. GARTH,
HOU, who the
As that curs'd profe that did condemn thy fong:
* See above, p. 109.