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VIII.

My motives fure no man can blame,

So many charms I wed;

Thee fomething I forbear to name

Drew to the nuptial bed,

IX.

O KEIL, in algebra and ftatics
Who has not heard thy fame,
Thou conftant friend to mathematics,
Thou lover of that fame.

X.

No mortal can like thee decide
The motions of the sphere,
What planets at our birth prefide,
What good or ill draws near.

XI.

You know the mighty pow'rs, the fway
They bear on human passion;
And if your wife fhould go aftray,

Don't blame her inclination.

XII.

But MARS and VENUS you will fay

Favour'd this new alliance,

And, whoring in an honest way,

To horns you bid defiance.

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XIV.

No rakes, by wanton glance allur'd,
Will e'er attempt thy bed;
Thy wond'rous knowledge hath fecur'd
Thy aftronomic head.

XV.

No man can now with justice blame
The heat of your complexion;
Quench then at home thy lawful flame,
'Tis conjugal affection.

XVI.

Where e'er you go a thousand cares
Are by this means allay'd;
No mother for her daughter fears,
No mistress for her maid,

XVII.

You need not feek or hedge or grove,
Or thickets out of fhame;
Or on the hay-cock, bed of love!
Carefs the fun-burnt dame.

XVIII.

Careless of what the world may fay,
Indulge it with thy dear;

Revel it all the live-long day,

And damn the wits that fneer.

XIX.

But should thy ftars, exceeding crofs,
Bereave this spouse of life;

Bear with philofophy thy lofs,
And take a second wife.

ASTREA

XX.

ASTREA with refulgent grace,
For ought I know a maid,
May meet thy ftrenuous embrace,
Troth fhe's an able jade:

XXI.

I once had thought the girl to wed,
Struck with a fond defire,

Till heav'n had otherways decreed,
And cool'd the youthful fire.

XXII.

Take her, and with her as I live

An ample portion take;

But 'tis, if any thing I give,

Believe me, for thy fake.

The Song of DEBORAH paraphrafed.

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O God, who in the fouls of chiefs hath breath'd
Heroic ardour, and his right hand rais'd
With vengeance terrible, to foil th' attempts
Of hoftile rage, ye fons of Ifrael fing.
Ye kings, ye princes, potentates, give ear
To fongs of triumph, and to songs of praise ;
I'll wake the merry tabret's chearful note,
And boldly ftrike the sweetly-founding lyre.

When thou, O God! from top of flaming Seit
On fpires moft radiant didst ride fublime,
In dreadful glory, and thro' Edom lead'ft
Thy troops feraphick, heav'ns high vault did bow
Obfequious, earth to her centre fhook

Reluctant at the fight; the fearful clouds
Shed tears of reverence, from mountains high,
Erft fnow-clad, iffued fmoak in dufky wreaths,
Numb. I. Vol. II.

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And

And Sinai fhrunk, and melted at thy voice.
When mighty SHAMGAR rul'd the chosen race,
And fince in JAEL's time, each baneful weed
(Spontaneous product of untrodden ground)
And bramble rough perplext th' unequal ways,
Difmal refort of murderers and thieves;
Whofe horrid deeds forc'd paffengers to fhun
Th' inhofpitable roads. 'Twas then, alas!
'Twas then those baleful messengers of night,
Sad execrable birds, thro' faireft towns,
(The feats of defolation, void and wild)
Sat brooding melancholy; till I, till I
Arofe with mother's fondness, to protect
My darling Ifreal from oppreffive wrong.
They chofe, (O choice accurft!) they chose to kneel
In dark idolatries; then peace no more

In oliv'd portals fmil'd, but difcord wak'd
And kindled up the blaze of war: then say,
(If shame forbid it not) O Ifrael, fay
Was there in forty thoufand chofen hands
Or martial spear, or felf-defending sheild?
My zealous foul with holy ardour burns;
Hail, chiefs, in courage matchlefs, hail !
Whose swords undaunted durft defy the hoft
Of Canaan, enemics of God: arife

With loud Hofannas fill th' eternal throne.
Speak, who on milky fteeds triumphant ride,
Token of honour, ye on whofe ftern brows
Old age in venerable order fits,
And speaks a comely fapience, praise the lord.
Let them, deliver'd from the difmal hifs
Of vaulting arrows, join the folemn hymn;
With choral fymphonies each feftal gate

Shall found, for God's the theme; him fhall they fing
In ftrength, in power, in mercy infinite.

When God's the theme, why itays my hand ingrate,

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And flowly ftrikes the ftring? awake, awake,
A louder, and a louder ftrain: arife

Thou dread of JABIN's hoft, in triumph lead

Thy captive bands, whose chains thou erft endur'd,
With grievance unredrefs'd. Lo, heaven commands !
To our furviving troops, with bended heads,
The haughty vanquifh'd nobles ftand,

To me they bow obedient. Bleft, for ever blest
Be EPHRAIM's name, from whofe prolific root
A branch, the fcourge of AMALEK arose
Nor leaft, tho' little, in the rolls of fame
Be BENJAMIN infcrib'd, for thee he fought,
For thee, O God, with MACHIR and the scribes
Of ZEBULON he came; and ISSACHAR
Lefs noble joined th' embattl'd powers

Of BARAK, who in dreadful deeds fupreme
Forfook the inacceffible afcent,

And thro' the humble verdant valley wheel'd
His gallant infantry. But REUBEN, pleas'd
In eafy vaffalage, with counfel bland,
Infectious poifon, tainted half our tribes,
Preferring fervile and ignoble peace
To liberty, reward of honeft toil.

Ah! could the lulling found of bleating flocks
Please more than breath of martial inftruments ?
Ev'n GILEAD too by JORDAN's pleasing streams
Bafk'd in inglorious eafe: ah! why did DAN
Prefer the fervile oar, or ASHER stand
Regardless alfo of his contry's fate?
Brave ZEBULUN and NAPHTHALI difdain'd
A faint retreat, but fearless ftood and view'd
Confpicuous far, from lofty Tabor's height,
The dreadful hoft with haughty front advance.
'Twas on the banks of fair MEGIDDO's brook
The thick-embattl'd fquadrons stood, and feem'd
Indiflolubly firm, for mighty kings

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