PART XIII.

RGINS fhould not unskill'd in mufic be;
For what's more like themselves than harmony?
Let not vice use it only to betray,

As Syrens by their fongs entice their prey.
Let it with sense, with voice, and beauty join,
Grateful to eyes and ear, and to the mind divine:
For there's a double grace when pleasing strings
Are touch'd by her that more delightful fings.
Thus Orpheus did the rage of deferts quell,
And charm'd the monstrous inftruments of hell.
New walls to Thebes Amphion thus began,
Whilft to the work officious marble ran.
Thus with his harp and voice Arion rode
On the mute fish fafe through the rolling flood.
Nor are the effays of the female wit
efs charming in the verfes they have writ.
from ancient ages, love has found the way
ts bashful thoughts by letters to convey;
Which fometimes run in fuch engaging ftrain,
That pity makes the fair write back again.
What's thus intended, fome fmail time delay:
fis paffion ftrengthens rather by our stay.
Then with a cautious wit your pen withhold,
eft a too free expreffion make him bold;
Create a mixture 'twixt his hope and fear,
And in reproof let tenderness appear.
As he deferves it, give him hopes of life:
A cruel mistress makes a froward wife.
Affect not foreign words: Love will impart
A gentle ftyle more excellent than art.
Aftrea's *

* lines flow on with fo much ease, That the who writes like them must surely please. Orinda's works, with courtly graces stor'd, True fenfe in nice expreffions will afford: Whilft Chudleigh's words feraphic thoughts exprefs

In lofty grandeur, but without excess.
Oh, had not beauty parts enough to wound,
But it must pierce us with poetic found;
Whilft Phoebus fuffers female powers to tear
Wreaths from his Daphne, which they justly wear!
If greater things to leffer we compare,
The skill of love is like the art of war.
The general fays, " Let him the horse command:
You by that enfign, you that cannon stand:
"Where danger calls, let t'other bring fupplies."
With pleasure all obey, in hopes to rife.
So, if you have a fervant fkill'd in laws,

Send him with moving fpeech to plead your cause.
He that has native unaffected voice,
In finging what you bid him, will rejoice.

A name affumed by Mrs. Aphra Behn. She was auhorefs of feventeen plays, two volumes of novels, feveral tranflations, and many poems.

The poetical name of Mrs. Catharine Philips. She was born in London 1631; was married to James Philips, of the priory of Cardigan, Eiq. about the ear 1647; and died June 1664. Her poems have been feveral times priated. She was alfo the writer of a volume of letters, intituled, Letters from Orinda to Poliarchus."

This lady was the wife of Sir George Chudleigh, Bart. of Athton, Devonthire. She died Dec. 15. 1710. Her poems were twice printed in her lifetime in one volume 8vo. the fecond edition in 1709. She alfo published volume of effays upon feveral fubjects, in profe and verfe,

And wealth, as beauty orders it bestow'd, Would make ev'n mifers in expences proud. But they, o'er whom Apollo rules, have hearts The most fufceptible of lovers' fmarts,

And, like their god, so they feel Cupid's darts:
The gods and kings are by their labours prais'd;
And they again by them to honour rais'd:
For none to heaven or majefty exprest
Their duty well, but in return were blest.
Nor did the mighty Scipio think it scorn,
That Ennius, in Calabrian mountains born,
His wars, retirements, councils, fhould attend,
In all diftinguish'd by the name of friend.
He that, for want of worlds to conquer, wept.
Without confulting Homer never flept.
The poet's cares all terminate in fame;
As they obtain, they give, a lafting name.
Thus from the dead Lucrece and Cynthia rife,
And Berenice's hair adorns the fkies.
The facred bard no treacherous craft difplays,
But virtuous actions crowns with his own bays.
Far from ambition and wealth's fordid care,
In him good-nature and content apptar :
And far from courts, from ftudious parties free,
He fighs forth Laura's charms beneath fome tree;
Despairing of the valued prize he loves,
Commits his thoughts to winds and echoing groves.

Poets have quick defire and paffion strong;
Where once it lights, there it continues long.
They know that truth is the perpetual band,
By which the world and heaven of love must stand.
The poet's art foftens their tempers fo,
That manners eafy as their verfes flow.
Oh could they but just retribution find,
And as themselves what they adore be kind!
In vain they boast of their celeftial fire, [afpire!
Whilst there remains a heaven to which they can't
Apelles first brought Venus to our view,
With blooming charms and graces ever new,
Who elfe unknown to mortals might remain,
Hid in the caverns of her native main :
And with the painter now the poets join
To make the mother and her boy divine.
Therefore attend, and from their music learn
That which their minds infpir'd could beft difcern.

First fee how Sidney, then how Cowley mov'd, And with what art it was that Waller lov'd. Forget not Dorfet, in whose generous mind Love, fenfe, wit, honour, every grace combin'd; And if for me you one kind with would spare, Answer a poet to his friendly prayer.

Take Stepney's verfe, with candour ever bleft; For love will there ftill with his afhes reft. There let warm fpice and fragrant odours burn, And everlafting fweets perfume his urn.

Not that the living Mufe is to be scorn'd: Britain with equal worth is still adorn'd. See Halifax, where fenfe and honour mixt Upon the merits just reward have fixt: And read their works, who, writing in his praise, To their own verfe immortal laurels raife. Learn prior's lines; for they can teach you more Than facred Ben, or Spenfer, did before: And mark him well that uncouth phyfic's art Can in the fofteft tune of wit impart.

OUR manners like our countenance fhould be;
They always candid, and the other free:
But, when our mind by anger is poffeft,
Our noble manhood is transform'd to beast.
No feature then its wonted grace retains,
When the blood blackens in the fwelling veins :
The eye-balls fhoot out fiery darts, would kill
Th' oppofer, if the gorgon had its will.
When Pallas in a river faw the flute
Deform'd her cheeks, the let the reed be mute.
Anger no more will mortify the face,

Which in that paffion once confults her glass.
Let beauty ne'er be with this torment feiz'd,
But ever reft ferene, and ever pleas'd.
A dark and fullen brow feems to reprove
The first advances that are made to love,
To which there's nothing more averse than pride.
-Men without speaking often are denied:
And a difdainful look too oft' reveals
Those feeds of hatred which the tongue conceals.
When eyes meet eyes, and fmiles to fmiles return,
'Tis then both hearts with equal ardour burn,
And by their mutual paffion foon will know
That all are darts, and fhot from Cupid's bow.
But, when some lovely form does flrike your eyes,
Be cautious still how you admit surprise.

What you would love, with quick difcretion view:
The object may deceive by being new.
You may submit to a too hafty fate,

And would shake off the yoke when 'tis too late :
We often into our destruction fink,
By not allowing time enough to think.
Refift at firft: for help in vain we pray,
When ills have gain'd full ftrength by long delay.
Be fpeedy; left perhaps the growing hour
Put what is now within, beyond our power.
Love, as a fire in cities finds increase,
Proceeds, and till the whole's deftroy'd won't ceafe.
It with allurements does, like rivers, rise
From little fprings, enlarg'd by vast supplies.
Had Mirrha kept this guard, fhe had not stood
A monumental crime in weeping wood.
Because that love is pleafing in its pain,
We not without reluctance health obtain.
Phyfic may tarry till to-morrow's fun,

Whilft the curs'd poisons through the vitals run.

The tree not to be fhook has pierc'd the ground;
And death must follow the neglected wound.
O'er different ages love bears different fway,
Takes various turns to make all forts obey.
The colt unback'd we footh with gentle trace;
We feed the runner deftin'd for the race;
And 'tis with time and masters we prepare
The manag'd courfers rufhing to the war.
Ambitious youth will have fome fparks of pride,
And not without impatience be denied.
If to his love a rival you afford,

You then present a trial for his fword:
His eager warmth difdains to be perplext,
And rambles to the beauty that is next.
Maturer years proceed with care and sense,
And, as they feldom give, so seldom take offence :
For he that knows refiftance is in vain,
Knows likewise struggling will increase his pain.
Like wood that's lately cut in Paphian grove,
Time makes him a fit facrifice for love.
By flow degrees he fans the gentle fire,
Till perfeverance makes the flame aspire.
This love's more fure, the other is more gay;
But then he roves, whilft this is forc'd to ftay.
There are fome tempers which you must oblige,
Not by a quick furrender, but a fiege;
That moft are pleas'd, when driven to defpair
By what they're pleas'd to call a cruel fair.
They think, unless their usage has been hard,
Their conqueft loses part of its reward.
Thus fome raise spleen from their abounding wealth,
And, clog'd with fweets, from acids feek their
health.

And many a boat does its deftruction find
By having fcanty fails, too full of wind.
Is it not treachery to declare
The feeble parts we have in war?
Is it not folly to afford

Our enemy a naked sword?
Yet 'tis my weakness to confefs
What puts men often in diftrefs:
But then it is fuch beaux as be
Poffeft with fo much vanity,
To think that wherefoe'er they turn,
Whoever looks on them must burn.
What they defire they think is true,
With fmall encouragement from you.
They will a single look improve,
And take civilities for love.

"We all expected you to play: "Was't not a miftrefs made you stay?" The beau is fir'd, cries," Now I find I out of pity must be kind : "She figh'd, impatient till I came." Thus, foaring to the lively flame, We fee the vain ambitious fly Scorch its gay wings, then unregarded die. Both fexes have their jealoufy, And ways to gain their ends thereby, But oftentimes too quick belief Has given a fudden vent to grief, Occafion'd by fome perfons lying, To fet an eafy wife a-crying: And Procris long ago, alas! Experienc'd this unhappy case:

There is a Mount, Hymettus fryl'd,
Where pinks and rofemary are wild,
Where ftrawberries and myrtles grow,
And violets make a purple fhow;
Where the fweet bays and laurel fhine,
All fhaded by the lofty pine;
Where Zephyrs, with their wanton motion,
Have all the leaves at their devotion.
Here Cephalus, who hunting lov'd,
When dogs and men were both remov'd,
And all his dufty labour done,
In the meridian of the fun,

Into fome fecret hedge would creep,
And fing, and hum himself afleep.
But commonly being hot and dry,
He thus would for fome cooler cry:
"O now, if fome
"Cooler would come!
"Deareft, rareft,
"Lovelieft, fairest,
"Cooler, come!
"Oh, AIR,
"Fresh and rare;
"Dearest, rareft,

Lovelieft, faireft,

[come!"

"Cooler, come; coiler, come; cooler, A woman, that had heard him fing, Soon had her malice on the wing: For females ufually don't want

A fellow-goflip that will cant;

Who ftill is pleas'd with others ails,
And therefore carries fpiteful tales.

She thought that the might raife fome ftrife
By telling fomething to his wife :
That once upon a time fhe flood
In fuch a place, in fuch a wood,
On fuch a day, and such a year,
There did, at least there did appear
('Caufe for the world fhe would not lye,
As the muft tell her by the bye)
Her husband; first more loudly bauling,
And afterwards more foftly calling
A perfon nct of the best fame,
And Miftrefs Cooler was her name.
"Now, Goflip, why fhould the come thither?
"But that they might be naught together?"
When Cris heard all, her colour turn'd,
And though her heart within her burn'd,
And eyeballs fent forth fudden flashes,
Her cheeks and lips were pale as afhes.
Then, "Woe the day that the was born!"
'the nightrail innocent was torn :
Many a thump was given the breast,
And the, oh, the should never reft!

"She ftraight would heigh her to the wood, "And he'd repent it-that he should." With eager hafte away fhe moves, Never regarding scarf or gloves: Into the grotto foon the creeps, And into every thicket peeps, And to her eyes there did appear Two prints of bodies-that was clear: "And now (fhe cries) I plainly fee "How time and place, and all agree: "But here's a covert, where I'll lie, "And I fhall have them by and by."

'Twas noon; and Cephalus, as last time, Heated and ruffled with his paftime, Came to the very self-fame place Where he was us'd to wath his face; And then he fung, and then he hum'd, And on his knee with fingers thrum'd. When Criffy found all matters fair, And that he only wanted air, Saw what device was took to fool her, And no fuch one as Miftrefs Cooler ; Miftrusting then no future harms,

She would have rufh'd into his arms;

But, as the leaves began to rustle,

He thought fome beaft had made the bustle He fhot,then cried," I've kill'd my deer."

Ay, so you have," (fays Cris)" I fear.""Why, Criffy, pray what made you here?”, "By Goflip Trot, I understood

"You kept a fmall girl in this wood " Quoth Ceph," 'Tis pity thou fhould'st die "For this thy foolish jealoufy:

"For 'tis a paffion that does move

"Too often from excefs of love."

But, when they fought for wound full fore,
The petticoat was only tore,
And he had got a lufty thump,

Which in fome measure bruis'd her rump.
Then home moft lovingly they went :
Neither had reafon to repent.

Their following years pafs'd in content;
And Criffy made him the best wife