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THOUGHT IN A
WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1704.
ELIGHTFUL manfion! bleft retreat!
Where all is filent, all is fweet!
In this elyfium while I ftray,
And Nature's fairelt face furvey,
Earth feems new-born, and life more bright; 15
Sure these are laft night's dreams, no more;
Like Homer's antique tale of Troy,
Not fwell'd too high, nor funk too low:
Such let my life's smooth current be,
Till, from Time's narrow fhore fet free,
And, there enlarg'd, fhall be no more
That trifling thing it was before.
Since all that's paft no vows can e'er rettore,
But joys and griefs alike, once hurry'd o'er,
And form their renovated dance,
With flowing pleasures fraught, and blefs'd by friendły powers.
Thy month, O Janus! gave me first to know
A mortal's trifling cares below;
My race of life began with thee.
Thus far, from great misfortunes free,
Contented, I my lot endure,
Nor nature's rigid laws arraign,
Nor fpurn at common ills in vain,
Which folly cannot fhun, nor wife reflection cure.
But oh!--more anxious for the year to come,
If love rejected add not to its weight,
To finish me in woes, and crush me down with fate.
But if the goddess, in whose charming eyes,
Or blaft me with a killing frown;
If, Janus, this thou feeft in ftore,
Cut fhort my mortal thread, and now
Take back the gift thou didst bestow!
Here let me lay my burden down,
And ceafe to love in vain, and be a wretch no more. 40
CAN T A T A.
Set by Mr. GALLIAR D.
WHILE on your blooming charms I gaze,
Your tender lips, your foft enchanting eyes,
I'm fill'd with pleasure and surprize :
How can I bear that fix'd difdain?
Tyrant Cupid! when, relenting,
But fee while to my paffion voice I give,
Th' applauded beauty, doubly bright, Seems in the moving tale to take delight,
And looks, as fhe would let me live;
And yet fhe chides, but with fo sweet an air,
That while fhe Love denies, the yet forbids Despair.