Now haughty Romulus began his reign,
Who fell by thunder he afpir'd to feign.
Meek Acrota fucceeded to the crown;

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From peace endeavouring, more than arms, renown,
To Aventinus well refign'd his throne.

The Mount on which he rul'd preferves his name,
And Procas wore the regal diadem.

VERTUMNUS AND POMONA.

A Hama-dryad flourish'd in these days,
Her name Pomona, from her woodland race.
In garden culture none could so excel,
Or form the pliant fouls of plants fo well;
Or to the fruit more generous flavours lend,
Or teach the trees with nobler loads to bend.
The Nymph frequented not the flattering ftream,
Nor meads, the fubject of a virgin's dream

But to fuch joys her nursery did prefer,
Alone to tend her vegetable care.
A pruning-hook the carry'd in her hand,
And taught the stragglers to obey command
Left the licentious and unthrifty bough,
The too-indulgent parent should undo.
She fhows, how ftocks invite to their embrace
A graft, and naturalize a foreign race
To mend the falvage teint; and in its stead
Adopt new nature, and a nobler breed.

Now

Now hourly the observes her growing care,
And guards their nonage from the bleaker air:
Then opes her streaming fluices, to supply
With flowing draughts her thirsty family.

Long had the labour'd to continue free
From chains of love, and nuptial tyranny ;
And, in her orchard's fmall extent immur'd,
Her vow'd virginity she still secur'd.
Oft' would loose Pan, and all the luftful train
Of fatyrs, tempt her innocence in vain.

Silenus, that old dotard, own'd a flame;

And he, that frights the thieves with stratagem
Of fword, and fomething else too grofs to name.
Vertumnus too purfued the maid no less;
But, with his rivals, fhar'd a like fuccefs.
To gain accefs, a thousand ways he tries;
Oft', in the hind, the lover would disguife.
The heedlefs lout comes fhambling on, and seems
Juft fweating from the labour of his teams.
Then, from the harvest, oft' the mimic fwain
Seems bending with a load of bearded grain.
Sometimes a dreffer of the vine he feigns,
And lawless tendrils to their bounds reftrains.
Sometimes his fword a foldier fhews; his rod,
An angler; ftill fo various is the God.
Now, in a forehead cloth, fome crone he feems,
A staff supplying the defect of limbs ;
Admittance thus he gains; admires the store
Of fairest fruit; the fair poffeffor more;

Then greets her with a kifs: Th' unpractis'd dame
Admir'd a grandame kiss'd with such a flame.

Now, feated by her, he beholds a vine
Around an elm in amorous foldings twine.

If that fair elm, he cry'd, alone should stand,

No grapes would glow with gold, and tempt the hand; Or, if that vine without her elm should grow, 'Twould creep a poor neglected shrub below.

Be then, fair Nymph, by thefe examples led; Nor fhun, for fancy'd fears, the nuptial bed. Not the for whom the Lapithites took arms,

Nor Sparta's queen, could boast such heavenly charms.
And, if you would on woman's faith rely,

None can your choice direct fo well as I.
Though old, fo much Pomona I adore,
Scarce does the bright Vertumnus love her more.
'Tis fair felf alone his breast inspires

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With fofteft withes and unfoil'd defires.
Then fly all vulgar followers, and prove
The God of Seafons only worth your love:
On my affurance well you may repose;
Vertumnus fcarce Vertumnus better knows.
True to his choice, all loofer flames he flies;
Nor for new faces fashionably dies.
The charms of youth, and every smiling grace,
Bloom in his features, and the God confefs.
Befides, he puts on every fhape at ease;
But those the most that best Pomona please.
Still to oblige her is her lover's aim;
Their likings and averfions are the fame.
Not the fair fruit your burden'd branches bear,
Nor all the youthful product of the year,

Could bribe his choice; yourself alone can prove
A fit reward for fo refin'd a love.

Relent, fair nymph; and, with a kind regret,
Think 'tis Vertumnus weeping at your feet.
A tale attend, through Cyprus known, to prove
How Venus once reveng'd neglected love.

THE

STORY OF

IPHIS AND

ANAXARETE.

Iphis, of vulgar birth, by chance had view'd

Fair Anaxaretè of Teucer's blood.

Not long had he beheld the royal dame,
Ere the bright fparkle kindled into flame.
Oft' did he struggle with a just despair,
Unfix'd to afk, unable to forbear.

But Love, who flatters ftill his own difeafe,

Hopes all things will fucceed, he knows will pleafe.
Where-e'er the fair-one haunts, he hovers there;
And feeks her confident with fighs, and prayer;
Or letters he conveys, that feldom prove
Succefslefs meffengers in fuits of love,

Now fhivering at her gates the wretch appears,
And myrtle garlands on the columns rears,

Wet with a deluge of unbidden tears.

The nymph, more hard than rocks, more deaf than feas,
Derides his prayers; infults his agonies;
Arraigns of infolence th' afpiring fwain;
And takes a cruel pleasure in his pain.

Refolv'd

Refolv'd at laft to finish his defpair,

He thus upbraids th' inexorable fair:

O Anaxarete, at laft forget

The licence of a paffion indifcreet.
Now triumph, fince a welcome facrifice
Your flave prepares, to offer to your eyes.
My life, without reluctance, I refign;
That prefent beft can please a pride like thine.
But, O! forbear to blaft a flame fo bright,
Doom'd never to expire, but with the light.
And you, great powers, do justice to my name;
The hours, you take from life, restore to fame.
Then o'er the pofts, once hung with wreaths, he throws
The ready cord, and fits the fatal noose ;

For Death prepares; and, bounding from above,
At once the wretch concludes his life, and love.
Erelong the people gather, and the dead
Is to his mourning mother's arms convey❜d.
Firft, like fome ghaftly ftatue, fhe appears;
Then bathes the breathlefs corfe in feas of tears,
And gives it to the pile; now, as the throng
Proceed in fad folemnity along,

To view the paffing pomp, the cruel fair
Haftes, and beholds her breathlefs lover there.
Struck with the fight, inanimate fhe seems;
Set are her eyes, and motionlefs her limbs:
Her features without fire, her colour gone,
And, like her heart, the hardens into stone,
In Salamis the ftatue ftill is feen,

In the fam'd temple of the Cyprian queen.