Fir'd with Resentment thus the Fair one pray'd,
And ample Curses for her Grief repay'd,
Just Jove above with Pity saw her Ill,
And bowing ratify'd her cruel Will;
At which Convulsions seiz'd the trembling Ground,
And all the Frame of Nature shook around.

Now Theseus homeward as he wings his Way,
Forgets those fatal Orders to obey,
Which when he first from Athens did depart,
Were vainly treasur'd in his faithless Heart:
Nor once bethought his anxious Sire to greet

" Why did you take me from my Father's Hand
" To leave me, Theseus , in a Foreign Land?
" Could you so soon my plighted Faith despise,
" And, perjur'd, dare the Anger of the Skies?
" Did nothing in your Breast persuasive prove,
" No soft Compassion melt your Soul to Love?
" Ah me! far other Promises you made,
" Far other Prospects to my View you laid;
" The Nuptial Joys I hop'd and Bridal Day,
" But envious Winds have born my Hopes away.
" Let now no Woman trust in Man again!

Where the rude Waves on Dia 's Harbour play,
The fair forsaken Ariadne lay:
Here first the wretched Maid was taught to prove
The bitter Pangs of ill rewarded Love;
Here saw, just freed from a fallacious Sleep,
Her Theseus flying o'er the distant Deep:
Wistful she look'd, nor what she saw believ'd,
Hop'd some Mistake, and wish'd to be deceiv'd.
While the false Youth his Way securely made,
His Faith forgotten, and his Vows unpay'd.
At length she found her partial Fears too true,
The well-known Vessel less'ning to her View;

Song III

A Dialogue between the Flesh and Spirit.

Flesh

1

Lord any Cross but this
I'le be content to bear
But oh I cannot part with one
Whom I esteem so dear. Sp .
Shall mortal man presume
His Maker to instruct?
Or teach Jehovah in what Paths
He shall his Soul conduct?

2

Unto the Lofty One

Song II

1

And now for such as are
Of dearest Friends bereft,
That in a Solitary state
Most desolate are left
Oh might I speak a word
That might allay your grief,
Instruct you how to bear your Cross,
Or lend you some relief.

2

Suppose a Friend had lent thee,
A Stock at thy desire,

1

Man's Nature sociable
Delights in Company,
Declines and dreadeth Solitude,
And loves Society.
Hence to be stript of Friends
And to be left alone,
Must needs be grievous in it self,
A sore Affliction.

2

But bitter though it be,
God's presence can allay,
The bitterness of Sollitude

To be alone sometimes
And want no Company
Whilst men are Musing; this you'l say
Is no great Rarity.
But when we are alone
To have Good Company,
The best that ever man enjoy'd,
This is a Mystery.

How such a thing can be,
Although Religion teach it,
And many can discourse thereof,
Yet Nature cannot reach it.

XI.

Yet here ingenious labour reigns:
For whom poor Artist dost thou toil?
Reap'st thou the profit of thy pains,
Is thine this richly cultur'd soil?
A tear suffuses his meek eye,
He faints for want; I see him die!
My breast with indignation heaves.
Stern Tyranny, is this thy joy,

VI.

She told why rulers were assign'd,
And salutary laws ordain'd;
What fit restrictions these confin'd;
How those wild anarchy restrain'd.
She spoke with extacy impell'd:
Along the banks of foaming Scheld
The peaceful Fleming, arm'd for fight,
Bade a capricious prince, with shame,

I.

C OLD , distant far, the Sun scarce seems
To give his salutary ray,
Moist vapours chill his struggling beams,
And cloud the transitory day.
Soon to his glowing south he flies,
And evening, deep'ning all her dyes,
Calls full orb'd Cynthia and her train:
To me yon starry choir appear