To purchase thee with blood, the valiant fly ; And, to furvive in fame, the great and glorious die. Bankrupts and mifers to themselves they grow, To hoard up endless fame, they know not where or how. V. Ah, think, my friends, how fwift the minutes haste ! The prefent day entirely is our own, Then feize the bleffing ere 'tis gone : To-morrow, fatal found! fince this may be our last. Why do we boast of years, and fum up days! 'Tis all imaginary space : To-day, to-day, is our inheritance, 'Tis all penurious Fate will give, Pofterity 'll to-morrow live, Our fons crowd on behind, our children drive us hence. And lie on beds of rofes down: Rofes that our emblems are; A while they flourish on the bough, And, like us too, are tenants for a day, Since with Night's blafting breath they vanish swift away. VI. Bring chearful wine, and coftly sweets prepare: 'Tis more than frenzy now to spare : Let Let cares and business wait a while; *Old age affords a thinking interval : Or, if they must a longer hearing have, That feed, like oil, th' expiring flame, Revive our drooping fouls, and prop this tottering frame. That, when the grave our bodies has engross'd, When virtues fhall forgotten lie, With all their boasted piety, Honours and titles, like ourselves, be loft; Keep up his character, and lord of all appear. AGAINST ENJOYMENT. WE E love and hate, as restless monarchs fight, Who boldly dare invade another's right: Yet, when through all the dangerous toils they 've run, Ignobly quit the conquefts they have won ; Those charming hopes, that made them valiant grow, Pall'd with Enjoyment, make them cowards now. I Our Our paffions only form our happiness, eye, More does the conqueft, than the prize delight: Our reftlefs wishes cannot be confin'd. Like boisterous waves, no fettled bounds they know, Who most expects, enjoys the pleasure most, But show their course and naufeous colours, near. THE THE CURSE OF BABYLON. ISAIAH, Chap. xiii. paraphrased. A PINDARI C I. Now let the fatal banner be display'd! Upon fome lofty mountain's top Go fet the dreadful standard up! O D E. And all around the hills the bloody fignals fpread. With all their dread artillery, Draw forth in bright array, and mufter in the air. So far 's the dreadful fummons fent: II. Start from thy lethargy, thou drowsy land, Thy black tempeftuous day comes lowering on, Was ever fuch a day before! So ftain'd with blood, by marks of vengeance known. Nature Nature fhall from her steady course remove, Horror feize all below, confufion reign above. And, like extinguish'd tapers, quit the darken'd sky.. A deep, a bloody red shall stain And at his early dawn fhall fet in night again.. III. To the deftroying fword I've faid, Go forth, Command my hofts, my willing armies lead; Yet brutes and favages I juftly fpare; Ufelefs is all my vengeance there; Ungrateful man's the greater monster far. Those elder brothers now fhall lord it here below: Th' aftonifh'd herds fhall in their cities cry, IV. The |