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Heli, Zara and Selim, sir; I saw and know them: You must be quick, for love will lend her wings. Alm, What love? Who is she? Why are you
alarmed? Osm. She's the reverse of thee; she's my un.
happiness. Harbour no thought that may disturb thy peace ; But gently take thyself away, lest she Should come, and see the straining of my eyes To follow thee. Retire, my love, I'll think how we may meet To part no more; my friend will tell thee all ; How I escaped, how I am here, and thus ; How I am not called Alphonso now, but Osmyn; And he Heli. AU, all he will unfold, Ere next we meet
Alm. Sure we shall meet again
Osm. We shall; we part not but to meet again. Gladness and warmth of ever-kindling love Dwell with thee, and revive thy heart in absence !
[Exeunt Alm, LEON, and HELI. Yet I behold her-yet-and now no more. Turn your lights inward, eyes, and view my
thoughts, So shall you still behold her—'twill not be. Oh, impotence of sight! Mechanic sense ! Which to exterior objects qw'st thy faculty, Not seeing of election, but necessity. Thus do our eyes, as do all common mirrors, Successively reflect succeeding images : Not what they would, but must; a star, or toad;
Just as the hand of chance administers.
TELL me no more I am deceived,
That Chloe 's false and common;
She was a very woman :
She could do more for no man.
But, oh! her thoughts on others ran,
And that you think a hard thing;
And what care I a farthing?
Who has the better bargain?
BORN 1683.-DIED 1730.
Elijah Fenton was obliged to leave the university on account of his non-juring principles. He was for some time secretary to Charles, Earl of Orrery: he afterwards taught the grammar school of Sevenoaks, in Kent, but was induced, by Bolingbroke, to forsake that drudgery for the more unprofitable state of dependence upon a political patron, who, after all, left him disappointed and in debt. - Pope recommended him to Craggs as a literary instructor, but the death of that statesman again subverted his hopes of preferment, and he became an auxiliary to. Pope in translating the Odyssey, of which his share was the first, fourth, nineteenth, and twentieth books. The successful appearance of his tragedy of Mariamne on the stage, in 1723; relieved him from his difficulties, and the rest of his life was comfortably spent in the employment of Lady Trumbull, first as tutor to her son, and afterwards as auditor of her accounts. His character was that of an amiable but indolent man, who drank, in his great chair, two bottles of port wine a day. He published an edition of the works of Milton and of Waller.
TO A LADY SITTING BEFORE HER GLASS.
So smooth and clear the fountain was,
In which his face Narcissus spy'd,
He for himself despair'd and died :
The lark before the mirror plays,
Which some deceitful swain has set, Pleas'd with herself, she fondly stays
To die deluded in the net. Love may
such frauds for you prepare, Yourself the captive and the snare.
But, Chloris, whilst you there review
Those graces opening in their bloom, Think how disease and age pursue,
Your riper glories to consume. Then, sighing, you would wish your glass Could show to Chloris what she was.
Let pride no more give nature law,
But free the youth your power enslaves : Her form, like yours, bright Cynthia saw,
Reflected on the crystal waves; Yet priz'd not all her charms above The pleasure of Endymion's love.
No longer let your glass supply
BORN 1667.—DIED 1731.
EDWARD (familiarly called Ned) Ward was a lowborn, uneducated man, who followed the trade of a publican. He is said, however, to have attracted many eminent persons to his house by his colloquial powers as a landlord, to have had a general acquaintance among authors, and to have been a great retailer of literary anecdotes. In those times the tavern was a less discreditable haunt than at present, and his literary acquaintance might probably be extensive. Jacob offended him very much by saying, in his account of the poets, that he kept a public-house in the city. He publicly contradicted the assertion as a falsehood, stating that his house was not in the city, but in Moorfields. Ten thick volumes attest the industry, or cacoethes, of this facetious publican, who wrote his very will in verse. His favourite measure is the Hudibrastic. His works