Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts / part I, occasionally written by Mrs. Jane Barker, part II, by several gentlemen of the universities, and others.

A PINDARIQUE ODE.

By Mr. Iohn Whitehall.

I.

MAdam, at first I thought, My Passions might to my Commands be brought, When, Love me not, you cry'd, And said in vain I did pursue The hopes of ever winning you; So I to slight it try'd, But 'twou'd not doe; For in the conflict I was almost crucify'd.

II.

At first did rise Beauty, which fought me with your pow'rfull Eyes; And when I had in vain Driv'n th' Usurper from my heart, She drew her Bow, and shot a Dart, Which vanquish'd me again: What strength of Man, what Art Cou'd with this Amazon a Combat long maintain.

III.

Next after her, Vertue well arm'd for Battle did appear, Attending on her side, Charity, Mercy, Eloquence, Wit and a Virgin Innocence, In war-like state did ride; And I find since I cou'd not with all these contend, but must have dy'd.

IV.

But if still you Do cry, forbear this Conquest to pursue; You must debauch your Mind, Turn all your Vertues into Vice, And make an Hell of Paradise, Be false, deform'd, unkind: By this device, And by no other, I from Love may be declin'd.

V.

But why? but why Name I this great impossibility? I scarce cou'd so remove

The great affection which I bear, Were you as bad, as good you are, So difficult 't will prove To you, I swear; Eternal is your Goodness, and Eternal is my Love.