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O MEMORY! thou fond deceiver,
Still importunate and vain,
To former joys recurring ever,
And turning all the past to pain;
Thou, like the world, th' opprest oppressing,
Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe!
And he who wants each other blessing,
In thee must ever find a foe.
SPOKEN BY THE POET LABERIUS
A ROMAN KNIGHT, WHOM CÆSAR FORCED UPON
PRESERVED BY MACROBIUS.
WHAT! no way left to shun th' inglorious stage,
Unaw'd by power, and unappal'd by fear,
• This translation was first printed in one of our Au. thor's earliest works, " The Present State of Learning in Europe," 12mo, 1759.
But this vile hour disperses all my store,
And all my hoard of honour is no more;
Cæsar persuades, submission must be mine;
Him I obey, whom Heaven itself obeys, Hopeless of pleasing, yet inclin'd to please.
Here then at once I welcome ev'ry shame,
And cancel at threescore a life of fame;
No more my titles shall my children tell,
The old buffoon will fit my name as well;
This day beyond its term my fate extends,
For life is ended when our honour ends.
TO ZOBEIDE, A TRAGEDY.
In these bold times, when Learning's sons explore
The distant climate and the savage shore;
When wise astronomers to India steer,
And quit for Venus many a brighter here;
And fits his little frigate for adventures.
To make an observation on the shore.
Where are we driv'n? our reckoning sure is lost!
[Upper gallery. There mangroves spread, and larger than I've seen 'em....
[Pit. Here trees of stately size....and billing turtles in 'em....
[Balconies. Here ill-condition'd oranges abound.... [Stage. And apples, bitter apples, strew the ground.
The inhabitants are cannibals I fear:
I heard a hissing....there are serpents here!
His honour is no mercenary trader.
And we may chance to drive a thriving trade.