Nor durſt ſhe thus thy juſt reſentment brave,
But that ſhe knows how much thy ſoul ’s her ſlave.
But, ſee! Aurora riſing with the ſun
Diſſolves my charm, and frees th’ enchanted moon;170
My ſpells no longer bind at ſight of day,
And young Endymion calls his love away.
Love ’s the reward of all on earth, in heav’n,
And for a plague to me alone was given.
But ills not to be ſhunn’d we muſt endure;175
Death and a broken heart ’s a ready cure.
Cynthia! farewell; go reſt thy weary’d light;
I muſt for ever wake—We ’ll meet again at night.178
AN IMITATION
Of the ſecond Chorus
IN THE SECOND ACT OF SENECA’S THYESTES.
When will the gods, propitious to our prayers,
Compoſe our factions and conclude our wars?
Ye ſons of Inachus! repent the guilt
Of crowns uſurp’d, and blood of parents ſpilt:
For impious greatneſs vengeance is in ſtore;5
Short is the date of all ill-gotten pow’r.
Give ear, ambitious Princes! and be wiſe;
Liſten, and learn wherein true greatneſs lies:
Place not your pride in roofs that ſhine with gems,
In purple robes, nor ſparkling diadems,10
