He kept his hour, and found her where fhe lay Cloth'd all in white, the livery of the day: 330 Scarce had the finn'd in thought, or word, or act; Unless omiffions were to pafs for fact: That hardly death a confequence could draw, And, that the dy'd, we only have to fhow 335 ment, Or, like the fiery car on the third errand fent. O happy foul! if thou canft view from high, 340 If looking up to God, or down to us, 345 Ver. 341. Where thou art all intelligence, all eye,] Dryden perhaps had in memory his master's defcription of fpirits, Par. L. B. vi. 350. "All heart they live, all head, all eye, all ear, TODD. From heavenly joys, that interval afford 355 360 Let this fuffice: nor thou, great faint, refufe This humble tribute of no vulgar mufe: Who; not by cares, or wants, or age depreft, Stems a wild deluge with a dauntless breast; And dares to fing thy praifes in a clime Where vice triumphs, and virtue is a crime; Where e'en to draw the picture of thy mind, Is fatire on the most of human kind: Take it, while yet 'tis praife; before my rage, Unfafely juft, break loofe on this bad age; So bad, that thou thyfelf hadft no defence From vice, but barely by departing hence. 370 Be what, and where thou art: to wish thy place, 366 Were, in the beft, prefumption more than grace. Thy relics, (fuch thy works of mercy are) Have, in this poem, been my holy care., As earth thy body keeps, thy foul the fky, 375 Ver. 277. For thou shalt make] Our author owned he did not know the perfon on whom he wrote this long panegyric. This must be his excufe for the coldness and infipidity of the piece. Dr. J. WARTON. ON THE DEATH OF AMYNTAS. A PASTORAL ELEGY. "TWAS on a joylefs and a gloomy morn, Wet was the grafs, and hung with pearls the thorn; When Damon, who defign'd to pass the day With hounds and horns, and chase the flying prey, 10 Rofe early from his bed; but foon he found 16 Amyntas-oh!-he could not speak the reft, 25 The mother's features, and the father's foul. Then thus he cry'd: The morn bespoke the news: The morning did her chearful light diffuse : But fee how fuddenly the chang'd her face, And brought on clouds and rain, the day's difgrace; 30 Juft fuch, Amyntas, was thy promis'd race. What charms adorn'd thy youth, where nature fmil'd, And more than man was given us in a child! His infancy was ripe: a foul fublime In years fo tender that prevented time: Heaven gave him all at once; then fnatch'd away, Ere mortals all his beauties could furvey: 40 Juft like the flower that buds and withers in a day. 35 |