[_To the memory, &c._] For 'Orinda', or Katharine Philips, see vol. i. This Pindaric was first printed in her _Poems_ of 1667: the chief variants are--58 blurs] crowns.] [Line: 71 While you securely sleep.] [Line: 75 Those useless things] Inglorious arms.] [Line: 77 can] will.] [Line: 99 generous _om._] [Line: 101 Neither the expense of blood nor sweat.] _The Review._ PINDARIC ODE to the Reverend Dr. WILLIAM SANCROFT, now Lord Archbishop of Canterbury. _Stanza_ I. When first I stept into th' alluring maze To tread this world's mysterious ways, Alas! I had nor guide, nor clue, No Ariadne lent her hand, Not one of Virtue's guards did bid me stand, Or ask'd me what I meant to do, Or whither I would go: This labyrinth so pleasant did appear, I lost myself with much content, Infinite hazards underwent, 10 Out-straggled Homer's crafty wanderer, And ten years more than he in fruitless travels spent; The one half of my life is gone, The shadow the meridian past; Death's dismal evening drawing on, Which must with damps and mists be overcast, An evening that will surely come, 'Tis time, high time to give myself the welcome home. II. Had I but heartily believ'd That all the Royal Preacher said was true, 20 When first I ent'red on the stage, And Vanity so hotly did pursue; Convinc'd by his experience, not my age, I had myself long since retriev'd, I should have let the curtain down, Before the Fool's part had begun: But I throughout the tedious play have been Concern'd in every busy scene; Too too inquisitive I tried Now this, anon another face, 30 And then a third, more odd, took place, Was everything, but what I was. Such was my Protean folly, such my pride, Befool'd through all the tragi-comedy, Where others met with hissing, to expect a _Plaudite_. III.