The hapless Nymph with wonder saw: A whisker fitft, and then a claw, With many an ardent with, She stretch'd in vain to reach the prize. What female heart can gold despise ? What Cat;'s averse to fish ? Presumptuous Maid! with, looks intent Again she stretch'd, again the bent, Nor knew the gulph between. She tumbled headlong in. Some speedy aid to send. A favourite has no friend! From hence, ye beauties, undeceiv'd, And be with caution, bold. Not all that glifers, gold. * Y E distant fpires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Ah, happy hills, ah, pleasing fhade, once my careless childhood stray'd, I feel nry the Sixth, Founder of the College. I feel the gales, that from ye blow, Say, Father Thames, for thou hast feen While some on earnest business bent Dryden's Fable on the Pythag. Swat Yet ah! why should they know their fate! HYMN Τὸν φρονεῖν βρεθὺς ὁδώ- Θέλα κυρίως ἔχειν ÆSCHYLUS, in Agamemnone. DAUGHTER of Jove, relentless Power, Thou tamer of the human breaft, Whofe iron scourge, and torturing hour, Bound in thy adamantine chain The proud are taught to taste of pain, And purple tyrants vainly groan With pangs unfelt before, unpitied, and alone. When first thy fire to send on earth What forrow was, thou bad'ft her know, And from her own fhe learn'd to melt at others woe. Scar'd at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleafing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noife, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leifure to be good. |