306 MEMOIRS OF 



Not e'en a fpot unfought the hero gave, 

 No ! till his foes had earn'd it, not a grave ! 



WESLEY, of King William the Third, 



Reflect, that leflen'd fame is ne'er regain'd, 

 That virgin honor once is always ftain'd ! 

 Timely advis'd the growing danger fliun, 

 Better not do the deed than weep it done ! 

 No penance can abfolve a guilty flame, 

 Nor tears, that walh out fin, can wafh out fhame. 



HENRY AND EMMA. 



Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more ! 

 Macbeth doth murder fleep ! the innocent lleep \ 

 Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd fleeve of care, 

 The death of each day's grief, fore labour's bath, 

 Balm of hurt minds, chief nourimer in life's feaft 1 



Still it cried, Sleep no more, to all the houfe, 

 'Glamis hath murder'd lleep, and therefore Cawdor 

 Shall fleep no more, Macbeth mall fleep no more! 



Who will call thefc paflages profaic ? 

 Who are they that will not confefs them 

 to be poetry, -and fuch poetry as requires no 

 aid from picture to eftahliih it's claims ? 



Perhaps 



