The EDUCATION of ACHILLES

Ah me! is all our pleasure mix'd with woe? Is there on earth no happiness sincere? Must ev'n this bitter stream of sorrow flow From joy's domestick spring, our children dear? How oft did Thetis drop the silver tear, When with fond eyes she view'd her darling boy! How oft her breast heav'd with presaging fear, Lest vice's secret canker shou'd annoy Fair virtue's op'ning bud, and all her hopes destroy!

At length, so Nereus had her rightly taught, That doubtful cares might eat her heart no more, Her imp in prattling infancy she brought To the fam'd Centaur, on mount Pelion hore, Hight Chiron, whom to Saturn Phyl'ra bore; Chiron, whose wisdom flourish'd 'bove his peers, In ev'ry goodly thew, and virtuous lore, To principle his yet untainted years; The seed that's early sown, the fairest harvest bears.

Far in the covert of a bushy wood, Where aged trees their star-proof branches spread, A grott, with grey moss ever dropping stood; No costly gems the sparkling roof display'd, Ne crystal squares the pavement rich inlaid, But o'er the pebbles, clear with glassy shine, A limpid stream in soothing murmurs stray'd, And all around the flow'ring eglantine Its balmy tendrils spread in many a wanton twine.

A lowly habitation, well I ween, Yet sacred made by men of mickle fame, Who there in precepts wise had lesson'd been; Chaste Peleus, consort of the sea-born dame, Sage Aesculape, who cou'd the vital flame (Blest leach!) relumine by his healing skill; And Jason, who his father's crown to claim, Descended dreadful from the craggy hill, And with his pourtance stern did false usurper thrill.

Fast by the cave a damsel was ypight, Afraid from earth her blushing looks to rear, Lest aught indecent shou'd offend her sight, Lest aught indecent shou'd offend her ear; Yet wou'd she sometime deign at sober cheer Softly to smile, but ever held it shame The mirth of foul-mouth'd ribaldry to bear, A cautious nymph, and MODESTY her name. Ah! who but churlish carle would hurt so pure a dame?

With her sate TEMPERANCE, companion meet, Plucking from tree-en bough her simple food, And pointing to an urn beside her feet, Fill'd with the crystal of the wholsome flood: With her was seen, of grave and awful mood, Hoary FIDELITY, a matron staid; And sweet BENEVOLENCE, who smiling stood, Whilst at her breast two fondling infants play'd, And turtles, billing soft, coo'd thro' the echoing glade.

On t'other side, of bold and open air Was a fair personage, hight EXERCISE; Reclin'd he seem'd upon his rough boar-spear, As late surccas'd from hardy enterprize; (For Sloth inglorious did he aye despise) Fresh glow'd his cheek with health's vermilion dye, On his sleek brow the swelling sweat-drops rise, And oft around he darts his glowing eye To view his well-breath'd hounds, full jolly company.

Not far away was sage EXPERIENCE plac'd, With care-knit brow, fix'd looks, and sober plight, Who weighing well the present with the past, Of every accident cou'd read aright. With him was rev'rend CONTEMPLATION pight, Bow-bent with eld, his beard of snowy hue, Yet age's hand mote not empare his sight, Still with sharp ken the eagle he'd pursue, As through the buxom air to heav'n's bright bow'rs she flew.

Here the fond parent left her darling care, Yet softly breath'd a sigh as she withdrew; Here the young hero, ev'n from tender year, Eftsoons imbid'd Instruction's hony'd dew, (For well to file his tongue, sage Chiron knew) And learnt to discipline his life aright; To pay to pow'rs supreme a reverence due, Chief to Saturnian Jove, whose dreaded might Wings thro' disparted clouds the bik'ring lightning's flight.

Aye was the stripling wont, ere morning fair Had rear'd o'er eastern waves her rosy tede, To grasp with tender hand the pointed spear, And beat the thicket where the boar's fell breed Enshrouded lay, or lion's tawny seed. Oft wou'd great Dian, with her woody train, Stop in mid chace to wonder at his speed, Whilst up the hill's rough side she saw him strain, Or sweep with winged feet along the level plain.

And when dun shades had blent the day's bright eye, Upon his shoulders, with slow stagg'ring pace, He brought the prey his hand had done to die, Whilst blood with dust besprent did foul disgrace The goodly features of his glowing face. When as the sage beheld on grassy soil Each panting corse, whilst life did well apace, The panther of his spotted pride he'd spoil, To deck his foster son: fit meed of daring toil.

And ever and anon the godlike sire, To temper stern behests with pleasaunce gay, Would touch (for well he cou'd) the silver lyre; So sweetly ravish'd each enchanting lay, That Pan, in scornful wise, wou'd fling away His rustick pipe, and ev'n the sacred train Wou'd leave their lov'd Parnass' in trim array, And thought their own Apollo once again Charm'd his attentive flock, a simple shepherd swain.

And ever and anon of worthies old, Whose praise Fame's trump thro' earth's wide bounds had spread, To fire his mind to brave exploits, he told; Pirithous, known for prowest hardy-head; Theseus, whose wrath the dire Procrustes fled; And Hercules, whom trembling Lerna fear'd, When Hydra fell, in loathsome marshes bred, In vain against the son of Jove uprear'd Head sprouting under head, by thrillant faulchion shear'd.

The stern-brow'd boy in mute attention stood, To hear the sage relate each great emprise; Then strode along the cave in haughtier mood, Whilst varying passions in his bosom rise, And light'ning-beams flash from his glowing eyes. Ev'n now he scorns the prey the desarts yield, Ev'n now (as hope the future scene supplies) He shakes the terrors of his heav'n-form'd shield, And braves th' indignant flood, and thunders o'er the field.