Ah! nere, my fon, let Lycon thee enthrall," Reply'd the fage, in wife experience old; Smooth is his tongue, but full of guile withal, In promife faithlefs, and in vaunting bold:. * Ne ever lamb of his will bleat within thy fold. With words prophetick thus Euphormius spake: Framing new trains when nought mote ferve his old. Should fooner down the lowly delve be roll'd, Whiles thus the tedious funs had journey'd round, To Hymen's facred fane: the honeft deed. Each god approv'd, and close the bands were ty'd; But prying eyne of Lycon 'twas in vain (Right practick in difguife) to hope beware. He trac'd their covert fteps to Hymen's fane, And joy'd to find them in his long-laid fnare. Algates, in semblaunt ire, he 'gan to swear, And roaren loud as in difpleafaunce high ; Then out he hurlen forth his daughter fair, Forelore, the houfelefs child of Mifery, Expos'd to killing cold, and pinching penury. 2 Ah! Ah! whither now shall fad Paftora wend, To want abandon'd and by wrongs opprefs'd? Who fhall the wretched out-caft's teen befriend? Lives Mercy then, if not in parent's breast? Yes, Mercy lives, the gentle goddess blefs'd, At Jove's right-hand, to Jove for ever dear; Aye at his feet fhe pleads the cause diftrefs'd, To forrow's plaints fhe turns his equal ear, And wafts to heaven's star-throne fair Virtue's filent tear. 'Twas SHE that bade Euphormius quell each thought, Now loud-tongu'd Rumor bruited round the tale; A faytor falfe as Lycon e'er did live: But Jove (who in high heaven does mortals prive, Where Eurymanthus, crown'd with many a wood, His filver ftream through daify'd vales does lead, Stretch'd on the flowery marge, in reckless mood, Proud Lycon fought by charm of jocund reed To lull the dire remorfe of tortious deed; With lofty eyne, half loth to look fo low, And Know, falfe man," the lord of thunders faid, • Not unobferv'd by Heaven's all-perfent eye Thy cruel deeds; nór shall be unappay'd. Go! be in form that beft befeems thy thews, array'd.' Whiles yet he fpake th' affrayed trembling wight The horrid haunt of favage monfters foul: Thief of the bleating fold, and fhepherd's dire difsmay. Tho' Jove to good Euphormius' cot did wend, Him Jove approaching in mild majesty, Greeted all hail! then bade him join the throng Of glitt'rand lights that gild the glowing sky: There fhepherd's nightly view his orb yhong, Where bright he fhines eterne, the brighteft ftars emong. F LOVE ELEGIES. BY MR. HAMMOND. ELEGY I. AREWEL that liberty our fathers gave; In vain they gave, their fons receiv'd in vain! I faw Neæra; and, her inftant flave, Tho' born a Briton, hugg'd the servile chain. Her ufage well repays my coward heart! No fmile of love rewards the lofs of fame. Oh! that, to feel these killing pangs no more, Was fix'd a rock amidst the wat❜ry roar, Adieu, ye Mufes-or my paffion aid; I do not ask the lofty Epick strain, Nor strive to paint the wonders of the sphere: No more in useless innocence I'll pine: Since guilty presents win the greedy fair, I'll tear it's honours from the broken fhrine; But chiefly thine, O Venus, will I tear. Deceiv'd by thee, I lov'd a beauteous maid, Unwife, who firft (the charm of nature loft) These coftly toys our filly fair furprize; The fhining follies cheat their feeble fight: Their hearts, fecure in trifles, love despise; 'Tis vain to court them, but more vain to write! Why did the gods conceal the little mind And earthly thought beneath a heav'nly face! Forget the worth that dignifies mankind, Yet fmooth and polifh fo each outward grace! Hence all the blame that Love and Venus bear; ADIEU, ye walls, that guard my cruel fair! No more I'll fit in rofy fetters bound: My limbs have learn'd the weight of arms to bear, Few are the maids that now on merit fmile, |