Join Theron boldly to their facred names; Ev'n his own fwift forefathers has outgone. They through rough ways, o'er many ftops they paft, Till on the fatal bank at laft They Agrigentum built, the beauteous eye Of fair-fac'd Sicily; Which does itself i' th' river by With pride and joy espy. Then chearful notes their painted years did fing, The firm word which forbids things to decay! For the paft fufferings of this noble race (Since things once past, and fled out of thine hand, Hearken no more to thy command) Let prefent joys fill up their place, And And with Oblivion's filent ftroke deface Of foregone ills the very trace. Do these happy changes shine More brightly, Theron! than in thine. So, in the crystal palaces Her cruel midwife, Thunder, bless; Nor trembles at the bright embraces of the Deity. But death did them from future dangers free; For living man's fecurity, Or will enfure our veffel in this faithlefs fea? So healthful a fair-day beget, That travelling mortals might rely on it. Roll with alternate waves like day and night: Viciffitudes which thy great race pursue, E'er fince the fatal fon his father flew, And did old oracles fulfil Of Gods that cannot lye, for they foretell but their own Erynnis Erynnis faw 't, and made in her own feed The innocent Parricide to bleed; She flew his wrathful fons with mutual blows: But better things did then fucceed, And brave Therfander, in amends for what was past, arofe. Brave Therfander was by none, In war, or warlike sports, out-done. Thou, Theron, his great virtues doft revive; He in my verfe and thee again does live. Loud Olympus happy thee, Ifthmus and Nemæa does twice happy fee; By not being all thine own; And thofe kind pious glories do deface Greatnefs of mind and fortune too In the noble chace of fame; This without that is blind, that without this is lame. Nor is fair Virtue's picture feen aright. But in Fortune's golden light. Riches alone are of uncertain date, And on fhort man long cannot wait; The virtuous make of them the best, And put them out to Fame for interest ; With a frail good they wifely buy The folid purchase of eternity: They, whilst life's air they breathe, confider well, and know Th' account they must hereafter give below; By the just decrees of Jove, Unrelenting torments prove, The heavy neceffary effects of voluntary faults. Whilft in the lands of unexhausted light, Nor aught to labour owe For food, that whilst it nourishes does decay, Thrice had these men through mortal bodies past, Did thrice the trial undergo, Till all their little drofs was purg'd at last, The furnace had no more to do. Then in rich Saturn's peaceful state Were they for facred treasures plac'd, The Mufe-difcovered world of Iflands Fortunate. Soft-footed winds with tuneful voices there Dance through the perfum'd air: There There filver rivers through enamel'd meadows glide, Which by the blest are gathered For bracelets to the arm, and garlands to the head. Had try'd it on his body' in vain). Dipt now his foul in Stygian lake, Which did from thence a divine hardness take, That does from paffion and from vice invulnerable make. To Theron, Muse! bring back thy wandering fong, Whom those bright troops expect impatiently; And may they do so long! How, noble archer! do thy wanton arrows fly Thy founding quiver can ne'er emptied be: Wallows |