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Who careless, now, of int’rest, fame, or fate,
And sure if ought below the seats divine
In vain to desarts thy retreat is made ; The muse attends thee to the silent shade: yon T 'Tis her’s, the brave man's latest steps to trace," Re-judge his a&ts, and dignify disgrace. When int'rest calls off all her sneaking train, When all th'oblig'd defert, and all the vain; 6.91 She waits, or to the scaffold, or the cell, N A When the last ling'ring friend has bid farewel." T Ev'n now she shades thy ev’ning walk with bays
. (No hireling she, no prostitute to praise) Ev'n now, observant of the parting ray, . . LYRIA Eyes the calm sun-set of thy various day, 31!'! Thro’ fortune's cloud one truly great can fee, Nor fears to tell, that MORTIMER is he.
CO N T E N T S.
Battle of the Frogs and Mice.
Translation in Leonine Verse, after the manner of the
W HAT antient times (those times we fancy wise)
Have left on long record of Woman's rise, What morals teach it, and what fables hide, What author wrote it, how that author dy'd, All these I sing. In Greece they fram'd the tale (In Greece, 'twas thought a Woman might be frail.) Ye modern beauties! where the poet drew His softest pencil, think he dreamt of you; And warn’d by him, ye wanton pens, beware How Heav'n's concern’d to vindicate the fair. The case was Hesiod's; he the fable writ; Some think with meaning, some with idle wit: Perhaps 'tis either, as the ladies please; I wave the contest, and commence the lays.
In days of yore, (no matter where or when, 'Twas ere the low creation swarm’d with men) That one Prometheus, fprung of heav'nly birth, (Our author's fong can witness) liv'd on earth.
He carv'd the turf to mold a manly frame,
Oh vers’d in arts ! whose daring thoughts aspire
He said, and Vulcan strait the fire commands, · To temper mortar with etherial hands;
In such a shape to mold a rising fair,
As Vulcan ends, the chearful Queen of Charms