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Come, gentle Eve, the friend of care,
And cheer me with a lambent light.
Let mufick die along the grove;
And every strain be tun'd to love. Come, Stella, queen of all my heart! Come, born to fill its vaft defires! Thy looks perpetual joys impart,
Thy voice perpetual love infpires. Whilft all my wish and thine complete, By turns we languish and we burn, Let fighing gales our fighs repeat,
Our murmurs—murmuring brooks return. Let me when nature calls to rest,
And blushing skies the morn foretell, Sink on the down of Stella's breast, And bid the waking world farewell.
LAS! with fwift and filent pace, Impatient time rolls on the year; The feafons change, and nature's face Now fweetly fmiles, now frowns fevere.
HASAN, CARAZA, MUSTAPHA, MURZA.
MUSTAPHA TO MURZA.
What plagues, what tortures, are in store for thee,
Behold the model of confummate beauty,
Such was the will of Heav'n-A band of Greeks That mark'd my courfe, fufpicious of my purpose, Rufh'd out and feiz'd me, thoughtless and unarm'd, Breathlefs, amaz'd, and on the guarded beach Detain'd me till Demetrius fet me free.
So fure the fall of greatnefs rais'd on crimes!
ARRY a Turk! a haughty, tyrant king! Who thinks us women born to dress and fing To please his fancy !-fee no other man!Let him perfuade me to it—if he can : Befides, he has fifty wives; and who can bear To have the fiftieth part her paltry share?
'Tis true, the fellow 's handsome, ftrait, and tall; But how the devil should he please us all! My fwain is little-true-but, be it known, My pride's to have that little all my own. Men will be ever to their errors blind, Where woman 's not allow'd to speak her mind; I swear this Eaftern pageantry is nonfenfe, And for one man-one wife 's enough of confcience.
In vain proud man ufurps what's woman's due; For us alone, they honour's paths pursue: Infpir'd by us, they glory's heights afcend; Woman the fource, the object, and the end. Tho' wealth, and pow'r, and glory, they receive, These all are trifles to what we can give. For us the statesman labours, hero fights,
Bears toilfome days, and wakes long tedious nights; And, when bleft peace has filenc'd war's alarms, Receives his full reward in beauty's arms.
SPOKEN by Mr. GARRICK, APRIL 5, 1750,
Acted at DRURY-LANE THEATRE, for the Benefit of
E patriot crowds, who burn for England's fame,
At length our mighty bard's victorious lays
* See Vol. IX. p. 150.