His Spell prepar’d, in Form an antient Dame, A Fiend in Spirit, to the Cot he came; There gain’d Admittance and the Infant press’d, (Muttering his wicked Magic) to his Breast; And thus he said:--“Of all the Powers, who wait “On _Jove_’s Decrees and do the Work of Fate, “Was I alone, despis’d or worthless, found, “Weak to protect or impotent to wound? “See then thy Foe, regret the Friendship lost, “And learn my Skill but learn it at your Cost. “Know then, O Child! devote to Fates severe, “The Good shall hate thy Name, the Wise shall fear; “Wit shall deride and no protecting Friend “Thy Shame shall cover or thy Name defend. “Thy gentle Sex, who, more than ours, should spare “An humble Foe, will greater Scorn declare; “The Base alone thy Advocates shall be, “Or boast Alliance with a Wretch like thee.” He spake and vanish’d, other Prey to find, And waste in slow Disease the conquer’d Mind. Aw’d by the Elfin’s Threats, and fill’d with dread, The Parents wept and sought their Infant’s Bed; Despair alone the Father’s Soul possess’d; But Hope rose gently in the Mother’s Breast; For well she knew that neither Grief nor Joy, Pain’d without Hope or pleas’d without Alloy; And while these Hopes and Fears her Heart divide, A cheerful Vision bade the Fears subside. She saw descending to the World below, An antient Form with solemn Pace and slow. “Daughter, no more be sad,” (the Phantom cried,) “Success is seldom to the Wise denied; “In idle Wishes Fools supinely stay, “Be there a Will and Wisdom finds a Way; “Why art thou griev’d? Be rather glad, that he, “Who hates the happy aims his Darts at thee; “But aims in vain; thy favour’d Daughter lies, “Serenely blest and shall to Joy arise. “For, grant that Curses on her Name shall wait, “(So Envy wills and such the voice of Fate,) “Yet if that Name be prudently suppress’d, “She shall be courted, favour’d, and caress’d. “For what are Names? and where agree Mankind, “In those to Persons or to Acts assign’d? “Brave, learn’d or wise, if some their Favourites call, “Have they the Titles or the Praise from all? “Not so, but others will the Brave disdain “As rash, and deem the Sons of Wisdom, vain; “The self-same Mind shall Scorn or Kindness move, “And the same Deed attract Contempt and Love. “So all the Powers, who move the human Soul, “With all the Passions, who the Will controul, “Have various Names.--One giv’n by Truth divine, “(As _Simulation_ thus was fix’d for mine,) “The rest by Man, who now as Wisdom’s prize “My secret Counsels, now as Art despise; “One hour as just, those Counsels they embrace, “And spurn, the next, as pitiful and base. “Thee too, my Child, those Fools as _Cunning_ fly, “Who on thy Counsel and thy Craft rely,