To him Then Naffau's health fhall be your glorious aim, And when, amidst his olives plac'd, he stands, Than when a Laurel diadem he wears. Wou'd Phoebus, or his Gle, but inspire They've ftrove for ruin long, without fuccess. Awhile the God puts off paternal care, Neglects the earth to give the Heav'ns a ftar. } ᄉ But thus preferv'd the Latin liberties, Afpiring columns foon had reach'd the skies: No more the fage his raptures could pursue: He paus'd; and Celfus, with his guide, withdrew, ECLOGUE The following eclogues, written by Mr. Collins, are very pretty: the images, it must be owned, are not very local; for the paftoral fubject could not well admit of it. The defcription of Afiatic magnificence, and manners, is a fubject as yet unattempted amongst us, and, I believe, capable of furnishing a great variety of poetical imagery. E Perfian maids, attend your poet's lays, YE And hear how fhepherds pafs their golden days. Not all are bleft, whom Fortune's hand fuftains With wealth, in courts, nor all that haunt the plains: Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell; 'Tis virtue makes the blifs, where'er we dwell.. Thus Selim fung, by facred Truth inspir'd; Nor praise, but fuch as Truth beftow'd, defir'd: Wife Wife in himself, his meaning fongs convey'd Or taught the fwains that fureft blifs to find, Ye Perfian dames, he faid, to you belong, Boaft but the worth Baffora's pearls display; Self-flattering sex! your hearts believe in vain As fpots on ermin beautify the skin: Who |