Yet by the Mufe the fhadow'd forms were wrought, And both are creatures of the Poet's thought.

In her that animates these lines, we view
The wonder greater, the defeription true;
Each living virtue, every grace combin'd,
And Marcia's worth with Lucia's fweetnefs join'd.

Had the been born ally'd to Cato's name;
Numidia's prince had felt a real flame;
And, pouring his refiftlefs troops from far,
With bolder deeds had turn'd the doubtful war;
Cæfar had fled before his conquering arms,
And Roman Muses fung her beauty's charins.

A

FRAGMENT.

PROMISCUOUS crouds to worthless riches born,

Thy pencil paints, 'tis true, yet paints with fcorn. Sometimes the fool, by nature left half-made, Mov'd by fome happy inftinct afks thy aid, To give his face to reafon fome pretence, And raise his looks with fupplemental fenfe.

DUETT O.

WAKE th' harmonious voice and ftring,

Love and Hymen's triumph fing.

Sounds with fecret charms combining,

In melodious union joining,

Beft the wondrous joys can tell,

That in hearts united dwell.

RECITATIVE.

FIRST VOICE.

To young Victoria's happy fame,
Well may the Arts a trophy raise,
Mufick grows fweeter in her praife,

And, own'd by her, with rapture speaks her name,

To

To touch the brave Cleander's heart,
The Graces all in her confpire;
Love arms her with his fureft dart,
Apollo with his lyre.

AIR.

The liftening Mufes, all around her,
Think 'tis Phoebus' ftrains they hear :
And Cupid, drawing near to wound her,
Drops his bow, and ftands to hear.

RECITATIVE.

SECOND VOICE.

While crowds of rivals, with defpair, Silent admire, or vainly court the fair, Behold the happy conquest of her eyes, A hero is the glorious prize!

In courts, in camps, through distant realms renown'd,

Cleander comes-Victoria, fee,

He comes, with British honour crown'd;
Love leads his eager steps to thee.

AIR.

In tender fighs he filence breaks,
The fair his flame approves.

Confenting blushes warm her cheeks,
She fmiles, he yields,-fhe loves.

R E

RECITATIVE.

FIRST VOICE.

Now Hymen at the altar ftands,
And while he joins their faithful hands,
Behold! by ardent vows drawn down,
Immortal Concord, heavenly bright,
Array'd in robes of pureft light,
Defcends, th' aufpicious rites to crown.
Her golden harp the goddess brings;
Its magic found

Commands a fudden filence all around,
And trains prophetic thus attune the ftrings.

2 VOICE.

DUETT O.

I VOICE. The swain his nymph poffeffing,
The nymph her swain careffing,
Shall ftill improve the bleffing.
For ever kind and true.

1 and 2.

Вотн.

While rolling years are flying,
Love, Hymen's lamp fupplying,
With fuel never dying,

Shall ftill the flame renew.

но

HORATIUS,

IN LIBRO PRIMO EPISTOLARUM.

Dimidium facti, qui cœpit, habet. Sapere aude Incipe. Vivendi qui rectè prorogat horam, Rufticus expectat dum defluat amnis: at ille Labitur & labetur in omne volubilis ævum.

TRANSLATE D.

TO-MORROW cheats us all. Why doft thou

tay,

And leave undone what should be done to-day?
Begin the prefent minute 's in thy power;
But ftill t' adjourn, and wait a fitter hour,
Is like the clown, who at fome river's fide
Expecting ftands, in hopes the running tide
Will all ere long be paft-Fool! not to know,
It still has flow'd the fame, and will for ever flow.

ON