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 422 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1758.

Thy gorgon front forbids to grafp the prize. And Teas are fpread betwixt, and mountains fife. Thy magic arts a thoufand phantoms raife. And fancy'd deaths and dangers fill our ways; With fmiling Hope you wage eternal ftrife. And envious fnatch the cup of joy from life. O leave, tremendous pow'r ! the blamelefs breaft. Of guilt alone the tyrant, and the gueil ; Go, and thy train of fable horrors fpread Where Murder medidates the future deed. Where Rapin- watches for the gloom of night. And lawlefs Paifion pants for others right ; Go to the bad, byt from the good recede. No more the foe of ev'ry glorious ileed.

The Lover Cured. Imitated from the Italian ^/'Metastasio.

THE indulgent gods unveiling thy deceit, Nice, at length have pity'd the dillreft : The wretch fo late a captive in thy net.

Is now with freedom, real freedom, bleft. No more, to hide my love, defpair and fhame. My brow diffembled airs of fcorn difplays ; ■ No more my colour changes at thy name.

Nor beats my heart tumultuous when I gaze. Dream I ? no more in dreams thy form I fee :

No more thy charms my earlielt thought employ; Thou'rt abfent, 1 perceive no wifli for thee; Thou'rt p:efent, and 1 feel nor pain, nor joy.

Calm I can meet, and calm can pafs thee by ;

Unhumbled can refledl I fail'd to pleafe ; Can talk about thy lip or radiant eye ;

Nay, t ilk. with rivals, and yet talk with eafe.

Frown'ft thou difdainful \ know thy frowns are vain !

Smilft thou ? thy fmiles no ecltacies impart : Thofe lip no more their wonted pow'r retain;

Nor find ihofe eyes a paflage to my heart. If now of gay or gloomy mood I be:

Nor thou the blifs creat'lt, nor thou the care : Hills, woods, and meads can pleafe tho' far from thee ;

Nor lowers the defart lefs when thou art there.

Still, when I view thee, I confefs thee fair ;

Yet equal charms in other nymphs allow : And (n.ay thy ear the rude expreifion bear !)

That face« once fauUlefs, is not faultlefs now.

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