Distinguish'd in bright honour's train,
Stand Shaftoe and illustrious Vane.

The noble heart that truth refines
(With conscious worth replete)
More useful than Peruvian mines,
Adds virtues to the state;
Such patriot virtues as remain
With Shaftoe and illustrious Vane.

Confirm, my sons! confirm my choice,
And call my favourites forth,
Since fame approves the general voice,
And merit stamps their worth.
None can your sacred rights maintain
Like Shaftoe and illustrious Vane,'

The Genius ceased-from every part
Applause like lightning ran;
Conviction fired each glowing heart,
And catch'd from man to man:
Loud echoes fill'd the gladdening plain
With Shaftoe live!-live, generous Vane!'

SONG.

HE that Love hath never tried,
Nor had Cupid for his guide,
Cannot hit the passage right
To the palace of Delight.

What are honours, regal wealth,
Florid youth, and rosy health?
Without Love his tribute brings ;→
Impotent, unmeaning things!

THREE PART CATCH...THE TOAST. 129

Gentle shepherds, persevere,
Still be tender, still sincere;
Love and Time, united, do
Wonders if the heart be true.

THREE PART CATCH.

'Tis in view-(the rich blessing kind nature bestow'd,

To conquer our sorrows, or lighten the load)
A full flask!-the rich nectar this bottle contains
In a flood of fresh rapture shall roll through our
veins.

Let it bleed-and, carousing this liquor divine,
Sing a hymn to the god that first cultured the vine.

THE TOAST.

A CATCH.

GIVE the toast-my good fellow,be jovial and gay, And let the brisk moments pass jocund away! Here's the King-take your bumpers, my brave British souls,

Who guards your fair freedom should crown your full bowls; [down, Let him live-long and happy, see Lewis brought And taste all the comforts, no cares of a crown.

FORTUNE TO HARLEQUIN.

IN A PANTOMIME.

FROM my favour, sense rejected,
Fools by Fortune are protected:
Fortune, Harlequin! hath found you,
Happiness will hence surround you.
Should a thousand ills enclose you,
Quick contrivance this bestows you!
Valour makes the fair adore you;
This shall drive your foes before you.
Gold's the mighty source of pleasure!
Take this purse of magic treasure;
Go-for while my gifts befriend you,
Joy and jollity attend you.

LOVE AND CHASTITY.
A Cantata.

FROM the high mount3, whence sacred groves
Diana and her virgin troop descend; [depend,
And while the buskin'd maids with active care
The business of the daily chase prepare,
A favourite nymph steps forward from the throng,
And thus, exulting, swells the jocund song—

Jolly Health springs aloft at the loud sounding Unlock'd from soft Slumber's embrace; [horn, And Joy sings a hymn to salute the sweet morn, That smiles on the nymphs of the chase:

1 A hat.

2 A sword.

9 Mount Latmos.

[plains,

The rage of fell Cupid no bosom profanes,
No rancour disturbs our delight,
All the day with fresh vigour we sweep o'er the
And sleep with contentment all night.'

Their clamour roused the slighted god of love:
He flies, indignant, to the sacred grove:
Immortal myrtles wreath his golden hair,
His rosy wings perfume the wanton air;
Two quivers fill'd with darts his fell designs de-
clare.

A crimson blush o'erspread Diana's face,

A frown succeeds-She stops the springing chase,
And thus forbids the boy the consecrated place.
Fond disturber of the heart,

From these sacred shades depart:
Here's a blooming troop disdains
Love and his fantastic chains.
Sisters of the silver bow,

Pure and chaste as virgin snow,

Melt not at thy feeble fires,

Wanton god of wild desires!'

Rage and revenge divide Love's little breast,
Whilst thus the angry goddess he address'd:

Virgin snow does oft remain

Long unmelted on the plain,

Till the glorious god of day
Smiles and wastes its pride away.
What is Sol's meridian fire

To the darts of strong desire!
Love can light a raging flame
Hotter than his noontide beam.'

Now, through the forest's brown embower'd

ways,

With careless steps the young Endymion strays; His form erect!-loose flows his lovely hair, His glowing cheeks like youthful Hebe's fair! His graceful limbs with ease and vigour move, His eyes-his every feature form'd for love: Around the listening woods attentive hung, Whilst thus, invoking sleep, the shepherd sung

Where the pebbled streamlet glides

Near the woodnymph's rustic grot,
If the god of sleep resides,

Or in Pan's sequester'd cot:
Hither if he'll lightly tread,
Follow'd by a gentle dream,
We'll enjoy this grassy bed,

On the bank beside the stream.'

As on the painted turf the shepherd lies,
Sleep's downy curtain shades his lovely eyes;
And now a sporting breeze his bosom shows,
As marble smooth, and white as Alpine snows:
The goddess gazed, in magic softness bound;
Her silver bow falls useless to the ground;
Love laugh'd, and, sure of conquest, wing'd a dart,
Unerring; to her undefended heart.

She feels in every vein the fatal fire,

And thus persuades her virgins to retire―

Ye tender maids! be timely wise,

Love's wanton fury shun;

In flight alone your safety lies;

The daring are undone.