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Let Townsend, Sunderland, be there,
Or Robin Walpole in the chair.
Or fend me to a club of Tories,
That damn and curfe at Marlborogh's glories,
King George fhall ever be my toast;
APOLLO AND DAPHNE.
THE FIRST SCENE IS A RIVER.
PNNEUS, a River-God, appears on a bed of rushes, leaning on his urn. He rifes and comes forward, his head crowned with rushes and flowers, a reed in his hand.
OW long must Peneus chide in vain,
I hear the fighs of flighted love?
And on my ruthy banks the Sylvans cry
Hear me, thy father and thy friend,
O Peneus, urge this cruel fuit no more.
Have I not to Diana fwore?
Behold again to her I bow,
Devoted ever to remain
A virgin of her spotless train,
Hear, Cynthia, and confirm my vow.
How happy are we,
How airy, how free,
That rove through the woods and the plains!
In vain the blind boy
Our hearts would decoy,
We fcorn all his joys and his pains.
Rafh maid, return
What haft thou fworn?
With thee fhall Peneus' race expire ?
Feeble Cupid! vain deceiver!
They that fly thee