Live above all moft infinitely wretched. Of that de youth my cruelty has murder'd? Had dealt lefs torment to my fuff'ring frame Ifm. Ruin'd! O all ye pow'rs! O awful Say, where's my lord? fay, where has fate difpos'd him? O fpeak! the fear diftracts me. Can I declare his fate to his Ifmena! O lovely maid! couldft thou admit of comfort, At thy own Athens reign. The happy crowd Not fo, O godlike youth! you lov'd Ismena: death? My fword, into thy breaft? Hip. I aim'd it there, But turn'd it from myfelf, and flew Cratander; The guards, not trufted with his fatal orders, Granted my with, and brought me to the king. I fear'd not death, but could not bear the thought Of Thefeus' forrow, and Ifmena's lofs; Therefore I haften'd to your royal presence, Here to receive my doom. Thef. Be this thy doom, To live for ever in Ifinena's arms. Go, heavenly pair, and with your dazzling virtues, For which in vain your rival fathers fought Hip. O ecftaty of blifs! Am I poffefs'd at laft of my Ifmena ? For all my pains, and all the pangs I've borne? She chofe to die; and in her death deplor'd Hip. I've heard it all. Unhappy Phædra! Im. Unhappy Phædra! Was there no other way, ye pitying pow'rs, thy No other way to crown Iimena's love? Then must I ever mourn her cruel fate, And in the midft of my triumphant joy, [Offers to flab berfelf. Ev'n in my hero's arms, confefs fome forrow. Thef. O tender maid! forbear with ill-tim'd O! 'tis in death alone I can have eafe, And thus I find it. Enter Hippolitus. But, till the proofs are clear, the ftroke delay. Hip. The righteous gods, that innocence re quire, Protect the goodness which themselves infpire; Unguarded virtue human arts defies, Th'accus'd is happy, while th' accufer dies. [Exeunt omnes: § 50. The Killing of a Boar. OTWAY. FORTH from the thicket rush'd another boar, So large, he feem'd the tyrant of the woods, With all his dreadful briftles rais'd up high; They feem'd a grove of fpears upon his back-: Foaming he came at me, where I was pofted, Whetting his huge long tufks, and gaping wide, As he already had me for his prey; Till, brandifhing my well-pois'd javelin high, With this bold executing arm I ftruck The ugly brindled monfter to the heart. $51. Defcription of a populous City. YOUNG. T HIS ancient city, How wanton fits fhc,amidftnature's fmiles! Nor from her highest turret has to view But golden landscapes and luxuriant fcenes, A wafte of wealth, the ftore-houfe of the world; Here fruitful vales far ftretching fly the fight, There fails unnumber'd whiten all the ftream, While from the banks full twenty thoufand cities Survey their pride, and fce their gilded towers Float on the waves, and break against the shore. -Various nations meet As in a fea, yet not confin'd in fpace, But ftreaming freely thro' the fpacious ftreets, § 52. Rural Courtship. DRYDEN. ~HE preferr'd me Above the maidens of my age and rank; Still fhunn'd their company, and fill fought mine. I was not won by gifts, yet ftill he gave; And all his gifts, tho' fmall, yet fpoke his love: He pick'd the carlieft ftrawberries in the woods, The clufter'd filberts, and the purple grapes : He taught a prating ftare to speak my name; And when he found a neft of nightingales, Or callow linnets, he would fhew 'em me, And let me take 'em out. § 54. The firft Feats of a young Eagle. RowE.. CO the eagle, That bears the thunder of our grandfire Jove, With joy beholds his hardy youthful offspring Fortake the neft, to try his tender pinions In the wide untrack'd air; till, bolder grown, Now like a whirlwind on a fhepherd's fold He darts precipitate, and gripes the prey; Or fixing on fome dragon's fcaly hide, Eager of combat, and his future feaft, Bears him aloft, reluctant, and in vain Wreathing his fpiry tail. $55. The true End of Education. Rowe. AND therefore wert thou bred to virtuous knowledge, And wifdom early planted in thy foul, MALLET. $56. Filial Piety. E'ER fince reflection beam'd her light upon me, You, fir, have been my study. I have plac'd Before mine eyes, in every light of life, The father and the king. What weight of duty Lay on a fon from fuch a parent fprung; What virtuous toil to fhine with his renown; But firft and ever nearest to my heart My foul would wish to meet with from a fon. And may reproach tranfmit my name abhorr'd To latest time-if ever thought was mine Unjust to filial reverence, filial love.. THOMSON. $ 57. The fame. HAVE I then no tears for thee, my father? Can I forget thy cares, from helplefs years Thy tenderness for me? An eye ftill beam'd With love? A brow that never knew a frown? Nor a hath word thy tongue Shall I for thefe Repay thy ftooping venerable age With fhame, difquiet, anguifh, and dishonour? catch At every flender twig of nice diftinctions. § 64. In what Manner Princes ought to h taught. MALLET. LET truth and virtue be their earliest teachers. Keep from their car the firen-voice of flattery, Keep from their eye the harlot-form of vice, Who fpread, in every court, their filken fnares And charm but to betray. Betimes inftruct them, Superior rank demands fuperior worth; $ 60. A Friend to Freedom can never be a Exempt; but fever'd by the fame heat, chill'd Traitor. THOMSON. By the fame cold, torn by the fame difeafe, That fcorches, freezes, racks, and kills the beggar. $65. True End of Royalty. MALLET. WITNESS, Heaven! O Whose eye the heart's profoundeft That if not to perform my regal task; § 66. The real Duty of a King. RowE. $70. The fame. S. JOHNSON. Honour and glory too have been my aim: REFLECT that life and death, affecting founds But tho' I dare face death, and all the dangers § 67. Character of a good King. THOMSON. The greatest blefling Heaven bestows on And feldom found amidst thefe wilds of time, Are only varied modes of endless being. Refle&t that life, like every other bleffing, Derives its value from its ufe alone; Not for itfelf, but for a nobler end, Th' Eternal gave it, and that end is virtue. $71. A Lion overcome by a Man. THE prince in a lone court was plac'd, LEE. Unarm'd, all but his hands, on which he wore At laft, the door of an old lion's den His prey; and, with a roar that made us pale, § 74. The happy Effects of Misfortune. THOMSON. IF misfortune comes, the brings along The braveft virtues. And fo many great Illuftrious fpirits have convers'd with woe, Have in her school been taught, as are enough To confecrate diftrefs, and make ambition Ev'n with the frown beyond the mile of fortune. 875. A Defcription of the Morning. OTWAY. WISH'D morning's come; and now upon the plains, And diftant mountains where they feed their flocks, Where no rude fwains her fhady cell may know, § 79. A worthless Perfon can claim no Mat Nor will I borrow merit from the dead, And weather'd out the cold bleak night, are up; § 80. The Love of our Country the greatest of And, looking tow'rds the neighbouring paftures, raife Their voice, and bid their fellow brutes good-HIS morrow: THUS, in fome poplar fhade, the nightingale Virtues. THOM-ON. only blot was this; that, much provok ́d, He rais'd his vengeful arm against his country. And lo! the righteous gods have now chaftis'd him, Ev'n by the hands of thofe for whom he fought, Whatever private views and paffions plead, No caufe can justify so black a deed: Thefe, when the angry tempeft clouds the foul, May darken reafon, and her courfe controul; But, when the profpect clears, her startled eye Muft from the treach'rous gulph with horror fly, On whofe wild wave, by ftormy paffions toft, So many helplets wretches have been loft. Then be this truth the ftar by which we fteer: Above ourselves our country fhall be dear. The patriot builds his happiness; no ftroke, No keencft, deadlieft, fhaft of adverfe fate, Can make his generous bofom quite defpair, But that alone by which his country falls. With piercing moans does her loft young be-Grief may to grief in endless round fucceed, wail: And nature fuffer when our children bleed: Yet fill fuperior muft that hero prove, Whofe firft, beft paffion, is his country's love. |