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By N. ROWE, Eſq

LONDON: Printed for E. CURLL at the Dial and Bible againſt St. Dunſtan's Church in Fleet-ſtreet. 1714.

POEMS ON Several Occaſions.

An EPISTLE to FLAVIA, On the Sight of two Pindarick Odes on the Spleen and Vanity. Written by a Lady her Friend. FLAVIA, to you with Safety I commend, This Verſe, the ſecret Failing of your Friend. To your Good-nature I ſecurely truſt, Who know that to Conceal is to be juſt. The Muſe, like wretched Maids by Love undone, From Friends, Acquaintance, and the Light would run; Conſcious of Folly, fears attending Shame, Fears the cenſorious World, and Loſs of Fame. Some Confident by chance ſhe finds (tho' few Pity the Fools, whom Love or Verſe undo) Whoſe fond Compaſſion ſooths her in the Sin, And ſets her on to venture once again▪ SURE, in the better Ages of old Time, Nor Poetry nor Love was thought a Crime; From Heav'n they both, the Gods beſt Gifts, were ſent, Divinely perfect both, and Innocent. Then were bad Poets and looſe Loves not known, None felt a Warmth which they might bluſh to own. Beneath cool Shades our happy Fathers lay, And ſpent in pure untainted Joys the Day: Artleſs their Loves, artleſs their Numbers were, While Nature, ſimply did in both appear, Nor could the Cenſor or the Critick fear. Pleas'd to be pleas'd, they took what Heaven beſtow'd, Nor were too curious of the given Good. At length, like Indians, fond of fancy'd Toys, We loſt being happy, to be thought more wiſe. In one curſt • ge, to puniſh Verſe and Sin, Criticks and Hang-men, both at once, came in; Wit and the Laws had both the ſame ill Fate, And partial Tyrants ſway'd in either State: Then a lewd Tide of Verſe, with vicious Rage, Broke in upon the Morals of the Age. The Stage (whoſe Art was once the Mind to move To Noble Daring, and to Virtuous Love) Precept, with Pleaſure mixt, no more profeſt, But dealt in double-meaning Bawdy Jeſt: The ſhocking Sounds offend the bluſhing Fair, And drive 'em from the guilty Theatre. Ye wretched Bards! from whom theſe Ills have ſprung, Whom the avenging Pow'rs have ſpar'd too long, Well may you fear the Blow will ſurely come, Your Sodom has no Ten t' avert its Doom; Unleſs the Fair ARDELIA will alone To Heav'n for all the guilty Tribe atone; Nor can Tou Saints do more than ſuch a One. Since ſhe alone of the Poetick Crowd▪ To the falſe Gods of Wit has never bow'd; The Empire, which ſhe ſaves, ſhall own her Sway, And all Parnaſſus her bleſt Laws obey. SAY, from what Sacred Fountain, Nymph Divine! The Treaſures flow, which in thy Verſe do ſhine? With what ſtrange Inſpiration art thou bleſt, What more than Delphic Ardor warms thy Breaſt? Our ſordid Earth ne'er bred ſo bright a Flame, But from the Skies, thy Kindred Skies it came. To Numbers great like thine th'Angelick Quire In Joyous Conſort tune the Golden Lyre. Viewing, with pitying Eyes, our Care's with thee, They wiſely own, that All is Vanity; Ev'n all the Joys which mortal Minds can know, And find ARDELIA'S Verſe the leaſt vain thing below. IF PINDAR'S Name to thoſe bleſt Manſions reach, And Mortal Muſes may Immortal teach; In Verſe like His, the Heav'nly Nation raiſe Their tuneful Voices to their Maker's Praiſe. Nor ſhall Celeſtial Harmony diſdain For once to imitate an Earthly Strain, Whoſe Fame, ſecure, no Rival e're can fear, But thoſe above, and fair ARDELIA here. She, who undaunted, could his Raptures view, And with bold Wings his Sacred Heights perſue. Safe thro' the Dithyrambick Stream ſhe ſteer'd, Nor the rough Deep in all its Dangers fear'd: Not ſo the reſt, who with ſucceſsleſs Pain Th' unnavigable Torrent try'd in vain. So CLELIA leapt into the rapid Flood, While the Etruſcans ſtruck with Wonder ſtood: Amidſt the Waves her raſh Perſuers dy'd, The matchleſs Dame could only ſtem the Tide, And gain the Glory of the farther Side. SEE with what Pomp the Antick Maſque comes in! The various Forms of the Fantaſtick Spleen. Vain empty Laughter, howling Grief and Tears, Falſe Joy, bred by falſe Hope, and falſer Fears; Each Vice, each Paſſion which pale Nature wears, In this odd monſtrous Medley mixt appears. Like Bays his Dance, confus'dly round they run, Stateſman, Coquet, gay Fop, and penſive Nun, Spectres and Heroes, Husbands and their Wives, With Moukiſh-Drones that dream away their Lives. Long have I labour'd with the dire Diſeaſe, Nor found, but from ARDELIA's Numbers, Eaſe: The dancing Verſe runs thro' my ſluggiſh Veins, Where Dull and Cold the frozen Blood remains. Pale Cares and anxious Thoughts give Way in haſte, And to returning Joy reſign my Breaſt. Then free from ev'ry Pain I did endure, I bleſs the Charming Author of my Cure. So when to SAUL the great Muſician play'd, The ſullen Fiend unwillingly obey'd, And left the Monarch's Breaſt to ſeek ſome ſafer Shade.

HORACE Book II. Ode IV. Imitated. Ad XANTHIAM. Ne ſit Ancillae tibi amor pudori. The Lord G— to the E. of S— I. DO not, moſt fragrant Earl, diſclaim Thy bright, thy reputable Flame, To Br—g—le the Brown, But publickly eſpouſe the Dame, And ſay, G—D—the Town. II. Full many Heroes, fierce and keen, With Drabs have deeply ſmitten been, Although right good Commanders; Some who with you have Hounſlow ſeen, And ſome who've been in Flanders. III. DID not baſe Greber's Seigniora Franceſca Marguareta de l'Epine, an Italian Songſtreſs. PEGG inflame The ſober Earl of N—m? Of ſober Sire deſcended, That careleſs of his Soul and Fame, To Play-Houſes he nightly came, And left Church undefended. IV. The Monarch who of France is Hight, Who rules the Roaſt with matchleſs Might, Since WILLIAM went to Heaven; Loves MAINTENON, his Lady bright, Who was but SCARRON'S Leaving. V. Tho' thy Dear's Father kept an Inn At griſly Head of • aracen, For Carriers at Northampton, Yet ſhe might come of gentler Kin Than e'er that Father dreamt on. VI. Of Proffers large her Choice had ſhe, Of Jewels, Plate, and Land in Fee▪ Which ſhe with Scorn rejected; And can a Nymph ſo virtuous be Of baſe-born Blood ſuſpected? VII. Her dimple Cheek, and roguiſh Eye, Her ſlender Waſte, and taper Thigh, I always thought provoking; But faith, tho' I talk waggiſhly, I mean no more than Joking. VIII. Then be not Jealous, Friend, for why? My Lady Marchioneſs is nigh, To ſee I ne'er ſhall hurt ye; Beſides, you know full well, that I Am turn'd of f ••… e and Forty.

HORACE, Book III. Ode IX. Imitated. Ad LYDIAM. Donec gratus eram. Tonſ. WHILE at my Houſe in Fleetstreet once you lay, How merrily, dear Sir, Time paſs'd away? While I partook your Wine, your Wit, and Mirth, I was the happieſt Creature on Tonſon (ſen.) his Dialect.God's Yearth. Congreve, WHILE in your early Days of Reputation, You for blue Garters had not ſuch a Paſſion; While yet you did not uſe (as now your Trade) is To drink with noble Lords, and toaſt their Ladies; Thou, JACOB TONSON, wert, to my conceiving, The chearfulleſt, beſt, honeſt Fellow living. Tonſon, I'M in with Captain VANBRUGH at the preſent, A moſt ſweet-natur'd Gentleman, and pleaſant; He writes your Comedies, draws Schemes and Models, And builds Dukes Houſes upon very odd-Hills: For him, ſo much I dote on him, that I, If I was ſure to go to Heaven would die. Congreve, TEMPLE and DALAVAL are now my Party, Men that are tàm Mercurio both quàm Marte; And tho' for them I ſhall ſcarce go to Heaven, Yet I can drink with them ſix Nights in ſeven. Tonſon, WHAT if from VAN'S dear Arms I ſhould retire, And once more warm my Bunnians at your Fire; If I to Bow-street ſhould invite you home, And ſet a Bed up in my Dining-Room, Tell me dear Mr. CONGREVE, Would you come? Congreve, THO' the gay Sailor, and the gentle Knight, Were Ten times more my Joy and Heart's Delight; Tho' civil Perſons they, you ruder were, And had more Humours than a dancing Bear: Yet for your ſake I'd bid 'em • oth adieu, And live and die, dear COB, with only you.

HORACE, Book III. Ode XXI. Ad AMPHORAM. O Nata mecum conſule Manlio. I. HAIL, gentle Cask, whoſe venerable Head With hoary Down, and ancient Duſt o'er-ſpread, Proclaim that ſince the Vine firſt brought Thee forth Old Age has added to thy Worth. Whether the ſprightly Juice thou doſt contain, Thy Vot'ries will to Wit and Love, Or ſenſeleſs Noiſe and Lewdneſs move, Or Sleep, the Cure of theſe and ev'ry other Pain. II. Since to ſome Day propitious and great, Juſtly at firſt thou waſt deſign'd by Fate; This Day, the happieſt of thy many Years, With thee I will forget my Cares: To my CORVINU'S Health thou ſhalt go round, (Since thou art ripen'd for to Day, And longer Age would bring Decay) Till ev'ry anxious Thought in the rich Stream be drown'd. III. To thee, my Friend, his Roughneſs ſhall ſubmit▪ And SOCRATES himſelf a while forget. Thus when old CATO wou'd ſometimes unbend The rugged Stiffneſs of his Mind, Stern and ſevere, the Stoic quaff'd his Bowl, His frozen Virtue felt the Charm, And ſoon grew pleas'd, and ſoon grew warm, And bleſt the ſprightly Pow'r that chear'd his gloomy Soul. IV. With kind Conſtraint ill Nature thou doſt bend, And mold the ſnarling Cynic to a Friend. The Sage reſerv'd, and fam'd for Gravity, Finds all he knows ſumm'd up in thee, And by thy Pow'r unlock'd, grows eaſy, gay, and free. The Swain, who did ſome credulous Nymph perſwade To grant him all, inſpir'd by thee, Devotes her to his Vanity, And to his fellow Fops toaſts the abandon'd Maid. V. The Wretch, who preſs'd beneath a Load of Cares, And lab'ring with continual Woes, deſpairs, If thy kind Warmth does his chill'd Senſe invade, From Earth he rears his drooping Head, Reviv'd by thee, he ceaſes now to mourn; His flying Cares give way to haſte, And to the God reſign his Breaſt, Where Hopes of better Days, and better Things return. VI. The lab'ring Hind, who with hard Toyl and Pains, Amidſt his Wants a wretched Life maintains; If thy rich Juice his homely Supper crown, Hot with thy Fires, and bolder grown, Of Kings, and of their Arbitrary Pow'r▪ And how by impious Arms they reign, Fiercely he talks with rude Diſdain, And vows to be a Slave, to be a Wretch no more. VII. Fair Queen of Love, and thou great God of Wine, Hear ev'ry Grace, and all ye Pow'rs Divine, All that to Mirth and Friendſhip do incline, Crown this auſpicious Cask, and happy Night, With all things that can give Delight, Be every Care and anxious Thought away; Ye Tapers ſtill be bright and clear, Rival the Moon, and each pale Star, Your Beams ſhall yield to none, but his who brings the Day.

HORACE, Book IV. Ode 1. Ad VENEREM. Intermiſſa, Venus, diu Rurſus bella moves? ONce more the Queen of Love invades my Breaſt, Late, with long Eaſe, and peaceful Pleaſures bleſt; Spare, ſpare the Wretch, that ſtill has been thy Slave, And let my former Service have The Merit to protect me to the Grave. Much am I chang'd from what I once have been, When under CYNARA good and fair, With Joy I did thy Fetters wear, Bleſt in the gentle Sway of an indulgent Queen. II. Stiff and unequal to the Labour now, With Pain my Neck beneath thy Yoak I bow. Why doſt thou urge me ſtill to bear? Oh! why Doſt thou not much rather fly To youthful Breaſts, to Mirth and Gaiety? Go, bid thy Swans their gloſſy Wings expand, And ſwiftly thro' the yielding Air To SYLVIA Thee their Goddeſs bear, Worthy to be Thy Slave, and fit for thy Command. III. Noble, and graceful, witty, gay, and young, Joy in his Heart, Love on his charming Tongue. Skill'd in a thouſand ſoft prevailing Arts, With wondrous Force the Youth imparts Thy Pow'r to unexperienc'd Virgins Hearts. Far ſhall he ſtretch the Bounds of thy Command, And if thou ſhalt his Wiſhes bleſs, Beyond his Rivals with Succeſs, In Gold and Marble ſhall thy Statues ſtand. IV. Beneath the Sacred Shade of Odel's Wood, Or on the Banks of Ouſe's gentle Flood, With od'rous Beams a Temple he ſhall raiſe, For ever ſacred to thy Praiſe, Till the fair Stream, and Wood, and Love it ſelf decays. There while rich Incenſe on Thy Altar burns, Thy Votaries, the Nymphs and Swains, In melting ſoft harmonious Strains, Mixt with the ſofter Flutes, ſhall tell their Flames by turns. V. As Love and Beauty with the Light are born, So with the Day thy Honours ſhall return; Some lovely Youth, pair'd with a bluſhing Maid, A Troop of either Sex ſhall lead, And twice the Salian Meaſures round thy Altar tread. Thus with an equal Empire o'er the Light, The Queen of Love, and God of Wit, Together riſe, together ſit, But Goddeſs do thou ſtay, and bleſs alone the Night. VI. There mayſt thou reign, while I forget to love: No more falſe Beauty ſhall my Paſſion move; Nor ſhall my fond, believing Heart be led, By mutual Vows and Oaths betray'd, To hope for Truth from the proteſting Maid. With Love the ſprightly Joys of Wine are ſled; The Roſes too ſhall wither now, That us'd to ſhade and crown my Brow, And round my chearful Temples fragrant Odours ſhed. VII. But tell me, CYNTHIA, ſay, bewitching Fair, What mean theſe Sighs? Why ſteals this falling Tear? And when my ſtrugling Thoughts for Paſſage ſtrove, Why did my Tongue refuſe to move? Tell me, can this be any thing but Love? Still with the Night my Dreams my Griefs renew, Still ſhe is preſent to my Eyes, And ſtill in vain, I, as ſhe flies, O'er Woods, and Plains, and Seas, the ſcornful Maid perſue.

HORACE Book I. Epiſt. IV. Ad ALBIUM TIBULLUM. ALBI, noſtrorum ſermonum candide judex. Inſcribed to R. THORNHILL, Eſq THORNHILL, whom doubly to my Heart commend The Critick's Art, and Candour of a Friend, Say what thou doſt in thy Retirement find Worthy the Labours of thy active Mind? Whether the Tragick Muſe inſpires thy Thought, To emulate what moving OTWAY wrote; Or whether to the Covert of ſome Grove Thou and thy Thoughts do from the World remove, Where to thy ſelf thou all thoſe Rules doſt ſhow, That Good Men ought to practiſe, or Wiſe know. For ſure thy Maſs of Man, is no dull Clay, But well inform'd with the Celeſtial Ray. The bounteous Gods, to thee compleatly kind, In a fair Frame inclos'd thy fairer Mind: And tho' they did profuſely Wealth beſtow, They gave thee the true Uſe of Wealth to know. Cou'd ev'n the Nurſe wiſh for her darling Boy A Happineſs which thou doſt not enjoy, What can her fond Ambition ask, beyond A Soul by Wiſdom's nobleſt Precepts crown'd? To this, fair Speech, and happy Utterance join'd, To unlock the ſecret Treaſures of the Mind, And make the Bleſſing common to Mankind. On theſe let Health and Reputation wait, The Favour of the Virtuous and the Great. A Table cheerfully and cleanly ſpread, Stranger alike to Riot and to Need. Such an Eſtate as no Extreams may know, A free and juſt Diſdain for all things elſe below. Amidſt uncertain Hopes, and anxious Cares, Tumultuous Strife, and miſerable Fears, Prepare for all Events thy conſtant Breaſt, And let each Day be to Thee as thy laſt. That Morning's Dawn will with new Pleaſure riſe, Whoſe Light ſhall unexpected bleſs thy Eyes. Me, when to Town in Winter you repair, Batt'ning in Eaſe you'll find, ſleek, freſh and fair. Me, who have learnt from EPICURUS Lore, To ſnatch the Bleſſings of the flying Hour; Whom every Friday at the Vine you'll find, His true Diſciple, and your faithful Friend.

UNIO. DUM Roſa purpureo ſuffunditur ora rubore, Spina gravis nitidi floris amore calat. Protinus armorum ponit pacatior iras, Et jam blanda ſuae porrigit ora Roſae. Ut videt alternis ambas concurrere votis, Quae regit hortorum maxima FLORA, vices Faelices jubet hinc coeant in foedera, utriſque Unus, & ex Uno ſtemmate ſurgat honos. Tu decus aeternum, dixit, mea, da, Roſa, Spinae, Et tu perpetuam protege, Spina, Roſam.

Engliſh'd by the AUTHOR. WHile rich in brighteſt Red, the bluſhing Roſe Her freſheſt op'ning Beauties did diſcloſe; Her, the rough Thiſtle, from a neighb'ring Field, With fond Deſires and Lovers Eyes beheld: Streight the fierce Plant lays by his pointed Darts, And woes the gentle Flower with ſofter Arts. Kindly ſhe heard, and did his Flame approve, And own'd the Warrior worthy of her Love. FLORA, whoſe happy Laws the Seaſons guide, Who does in Fields and painted Meads preſide, And crowns the Gardens with their Flow'ry Pride, With Pleaſure ſaw the wiſhing Pair combine To favour what their Goddeſs did deſign, And bid 'em in Eternal UNION join. Henceforth, ſhe ſaid, in each returning Year, One Stem the Thiſtle and the Roſe ſhall bear: The Thiſtle's laſting Grace, Thou, O my Roſe! ſhalt be, The warlike Thiſtle's Arms, a ſure Defence to Thee.

EPIGRAM. To the Two New Members for BRAMBER, 1708. THO' in the Commons-Houſe you did prevail, Good Sir CLEEVE MOORE, and gentle Maſter HALE; Yet on Good Luck be cautious of relying, Burgeſs for Bramber is no Place to die in. Your Predeceſſors have been odly fated; ASGILL and SHIPPEN have been both Tranſlated.

EPILOGUE Spoken by Mrs. BARRY, At the Theatre Royal in Drury Lane, April the 7th, 1709. At her Playing in Love for Love with Mrs. BRACEGIRDLE, for the Benefit of Mr. BETTERTON. AS Some Brave Knight, who once with Spear and Shield Had ſought Renown in many a wellfought Field, But now no more with Sacred Fame inſpir'd, Was to a peaceful Hermitage retir'd; There, if by Chance diſaſtrous Tales he hears, Of Matrons Wrongs, and captive Virgins Tears, He feels ſoft Pity urge his Gen'rous Breaſt, And vows once more, to ſuccour the Diſtreſs'd. Buckl'd in Mail he ſallies on the Plain, And turns him to the Feats of Arms again. SO We, to former Leagues of Friendſhip true, Have bid once more our peaceful Homes Adieu, To aid old THOMAS, and to pleaſure you. Like Errant Damſels boldly we Engage, Arm'd, as you ſee, for the Defenceleſs Stage. Time was, when this Good Man no Help did lack, And ſcorn'd that any She, ſhould hold his Back; But now, ſo Age and Frailty have ordain'd, By Mrs. Barry and Mrs. Bracegirdle, claſp him round the Waſte.two at once he's forc'd to be ſuſtain'd. You ſee, what failing Nature brings Man to; And yet let none inſult, for ought we know, She may not wear ſo well with ſome of you. Tho' old, you find his Strength is not clean paſt, But true as Steel, he's Mettle to the laſt. If better he perform'd in Days of Yore, Yet now he gives you all that's in his Pow'r; What can the Youngeſt of you all do more? WHAT he has been, tho' preſent Praiſe be dumb, Shall haply be a Theme in Times to come, As now we talk of ROSCIUS, and of Rome. Had you with-held your Favours on this Night, Old SHAKESPEAR'S Ghoſt had ris'n to do him Right. With Indignation had you ſeen him frown Upon a Worthleſs, Witleſs, Taſtleſs Town; Griev'd and repining, you had heard him ſay, Why are the Muſes Labours caſt away? Why did I write what only he could Play? But ſince, like Friends to Wit, thus throng'd you meet, Go on, and make the Gen'rous Work compleat; Be true to Merit, and ſtill own his Cauſe, Find ſomething for him more than bare Applauſe. In juſt Remembrance of your Pleaſures paſt, Be kind, and give him a Diſcharge at laſt. In Peace and Eaſe Life's Remnant let him wear, And hang his conſecrated Buskin Pointing to the Top of the Stage.here.

On the Laſt Judgment, and Happineſs of the Saints in Heaven. IN that bleſt Day, from ev'ry Part the Juſt, Rais'd from the liquid Deep, or mould'ring Duſt, The various Products of Time's fruitful Womb, All of paſt Ages, preſent, and to come, In full Aſſembly ſhall at once reſort, And meet within high Heaven's capacious Court: There famous Names rever'd in Days of old, Our great Forefathers there we ſhall behold, From whom old Stocks and Anceſtry began, And worthily in long Succeſſion ran; The Reverend Sires with Pleaſure ſhall we greet, Attentive hear, while faithful they repeat Full many a virtuous Deed, and many a noble Feat. There, all thoſe tender Ties, which here below, Or Kindred, or more ſacred Friendſhip know, Firm, conſtant, and unchangeable ſhall grow. Refin'd from Paſſion, and the Dregs of Senſe, A better, truer, dearer Love from thence, Its everlaſting Being ſhall commence; There, like their Days, their Joys ſhall ne'er be done, No Night ſhall riſe, to ſhade Heav'ns glorious Son, But one Eternal Holy Day go on.

FINIS.

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The Exceptionable PASSAGES left out in the Acting and Printing of the Tragedy of JANE SHORE. ACT III. SCENE the Duke of Gloſter and Lord Haſtings. Gloſt. —Have you not heard How, on a late Occaſion, Dr. Shaw Has mov'd the People much about the Lawfulneſs Of Edward's Iſſue? by right grave Authority Of Learning and Religion, plainly proving, A Baſtard Scyon never ſhould be grafted Upon a Royal Stock.— L. Haſt. Ill befall Such medling Prieſts, who kindle up Confuſion, And vex the quiet World with their vain Scruples. By Heav'n 'tis done in perfect Spite to Peace, As if they fear'd their Trade were at an End If Laymen ſhould agree.— Gloſt. What if the ſame Eſtates, the Lords and Commons, ſhould alter— L. Haſt. What? Gloſt. The Order of Succeſſion. L. Haſt. Curſe on the innovating Hand attempts it! Remember him, the Villain, righteous Heaven, In thy great Day of Vengeance! blaſt the Traytor, And his pernicious Counſels; who for Wealth, For Pow'r, the Pride of Greatneſs, or Revenge, Would plunge his native Land in Civil Wars. FINIS.

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