FROMPHILANDERTOEUMENES.

FROMPHILANDERTOEUMENES.

WITHpleasure I your welcome letter read,While Cupid for a little from me fled.With freedom write, dispel your trivial fears;There’s nought presumptuous in your song appears;Tho’ strange th’ ideas which you now convey,While you our lovely females thus portray.No doubt, there are, in the promiscuous crowd,The worthless fair, the virtuous and the good;The haughty nymph, the maid of humble mind;Th’ imperious, yea, the gentle and the kind;Such as an adamantine heart could charm,And furious tygers of their rage disarm.In all vicissitudes of human life,Man’s greatest blessing is a virtuous wife:Her smiles can’t fail to sooth his anxious breast,Diffusing joy, while various cares molest:Her prudent counsel swift relief can bring,As Abigail appeased Isr’el’s king.Nor need I thus the sacred annals trace,In Britain’s Isle they claim the highest place;When dire oppression, with uplifted hand,His yoke extended o’er our native land,Our sires to abject slavery were doom’d,Our mothers all their ancient claims resum’d:You’ll say my speeches do me partial prove,And so ascribe the cruel cause to love.Are you alone exempt from such a guest?Are you of every antidote possess’dT’ effect a cure, or mitigate the pain?Then may the archer cast his shafts in vain.Of late dear friend I did such valour boast;But by one fatal glance the field was lost.While you are free of dangers, still beware;Be warn’d by me, and shun th’ alluring snare.It is by some deem’d cowardice to fly,But sure it more ignoble is to die:To die, I’m frantic, sir; what did I say?Reason once more resume thy wonted sway;Kind heaven defend us from such dire alarms;Who would a victim fall to female charms?I find I’m better while your lines I read,I’m almost from my Gallic fetters free’d.As you alone were partner of my grief,Pray now congratulate my quick relief.I would not by prolixity offend;Both bound and free, Philander is your friend.

WITHpleasure I your welcome letter read,While Cupid for a little from me fled.With freedom write, dispel your trivial fears;There’s nought presumptuous in your song appears;Tho’ strange th’ ideas which you now convey,While you our lovely females thus portray.No doubt, there are, in the promiscuous crowd,The worthless fair, the virtuous and the good;The haughty nymph, the maid of humble mind;Th’ imperious, yea, the gentle and the kind;Such as an adamantine heart could charm,And furious tygers of their rage disarm.In all vicissitudes of human life,Man’s greatest blessing is a virtuous wife:Her smiles can’t fail to sooth his anxious breast,Diffusing joy, while various cares molest:Her prudent counsel swift relief can bring,As Abigail appeased Isr’el’s king.Nor need I thus the sacred annals trace,In Britain’s Isle they claim the highest place;When dire oppression, with uplifted hand,His yoke extended o’er our native land,Our sires to abject slavery were doom’d,Our mothers all their ancient claims resum’d:You’ll say my speeches do me partial prove,And so ascribe the cruel cause to love.Are you alone exempt from such a guest?Are you of every antidote possess’dT’ effect a cure, or mitigate the pain?Then may the archer cast his shafts in vain.Of late dear friend I did such valour boast;But by one fatal glance the field was lost.While you are free of dangers, still beware;Be warn’d by me, and shun th’ alluring snare.It is by some deem’d cowardice to fly,But sure it more ignoble is to die:To die, I’m frantic, sir; what did I say?Reason once more resume thy wonted sway;Kind heaven defend us from such dire alarms;Who would a victim fall to female charms?I find I’m better while your lines I read,I’m almost from my Gallic fetters free’d.As you alone were partner of my grief,Pray now congratulate my quick relief.I would not by prolixity offend;Both bound and free, Philander is your friend.

WITHpleasure I your welcome letter read,While Cupid for a little from me fled.With freedom write, dispel your trivial fears;There’s nought presumptuous in your song appears;Tho’ strange th’ ideas which you now convey,While you our lovely females thus portray.

WITHpleasure I your welcome letter read,

While Cupid for a little from me fled.

With freedom write, dispel your trivial fears;

There’s nought presumptuous in your song appears;

Tho’ strange th’ ideas which you now convey,

While you our lovely females thus portray.

No doubt, there are, in the promiscuous crowd,The worthless fair, the virtuous and the good;The haughty nymph, the maid of humble mind;Th’ imperious, yea, the gentle and the kind;Such as an adamantine heart could charm,And furious tygers of their rage disarm.In all vicissitudes of human life,Man’s greatest blessing is a virtuous wife:Her smiles can’t fail to sooth his anxious breast,Diffusing joy, while various cares molest:Her prudent counsel swift relief can bring,As Abigail appeased Isr’el’s king.

No doubt, there are, in the promiscuous crowd,

The worthless fair, the virtuous and the good;

The haughty nymph, the maid of humble mind;

Th’ imperious, yea, the gentle and the kind;

Such as an adamantine heart could charm,

And furious tygers of their rage disarm.

In all vicissitudes of human life,

Man’s greatest blessing is a virtuous wife:

Her smiles can’t fail to sooth his anxious breast,

Diffusing joy, while various cares molest:

Her prudent counsel swift relief can bring,

As Abigail appeased Isr’el’s king.

Nor need I thus the sacred annals trace,In Britain’s Isle they claim the highest place;When dire oppression, with uplifted hand,His yoke extended o’er our native land,Our sires to abject slavery were doom’d,Our mothers all their ancient claims resum’d:You’ll say my speeches do me partial prove,And so ascribe the cruel cause to love.Are you alone exempt from such a guest?Are you of every antidote possess’dT’ effect a cure, or mitigate the pain?Then may the archer cast his shafts in vain.

Nor need I thus the sacred annals trace,

In Britain’s Isle they claim the highest place;

When dire oppression, with uplifted hand,

His yoke extended o’er our native land,

Our sires to abject slavery were doom’d,

Our mothers all their ancient claims resum’d:

You’ll say my speeches do me partial prove,

And so ascribe the cruel cause to love.

Are you alone exempt from such a guest?

Are you of every antidote possess’d

T’ effect a cure, or mitigate the pain?

Then may the archer cast his shafts in vain.

Of late dear friend I did such valour boast;But by one fatal glance the field was lost.While you are free of dangers, still beware;Be warn’d by me, and shun th’ alluring snare.It is by some deem’d cowardice to fly,But sure it more ignoble is to die:To die, I’m frantic, sir; what did I say?Reason once more resume thy wonted sway;Kind heaven defend us from such dire alarms;Who would a victim fall to female charms?I find I’m better while your lines I read,I’m almost from my Gallic fetters free’d.As you alone were partner of my grief,Pray now congratulate my quick relief.I would not by prolixity offend;Both bound and free, Philander is your friend.

Of late dear friend I did such valour boast;

But by one fatal glance the field was lost.

While you are free of dangers, still beware;

Be warn’d by me, and shun th’ alluring snare.

It is by some deem’d cowardice to fly,

But sure it more ignoble is to die:

To die, I’m frantic, sir; what did I say?

Reason once more resume thy wonted sway;

Kind heaven defend us from such dire alarms;

Who would a victim fall to female charms?

I find I’m better while your lines I read,

I’m almost from my Gallic fetters free’d.

As you alone were partner of my grief,

Pray now congratulate my quick relief.

I would not by prolixity offend;

Both bound and free, Philander is your friend.


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