But why do I delay my flight? Or on such gloomy objects gaze? I go to realms serene, with ever-living light. Haste, clouds and whirlwinds, haste a raptured bard to raise; Mount me sublime along the shining way, Where planets, in pure streams of Aether driven, Swim thro' the blue expanse of heav'n. And lo! th' obsequious clouds and winds obey! And lo! again the nations downward fly; And wide-stretch'd kingdoms perish from my eye. Heav'n! what bright visions now arise! What op'ning worlds my ravish'd sense surprize! I pass Cerulian gulphs, and now behold New solid globes; their weight self-ballanc'd, bear Unprop'd amidst the fluid air, And all, around the central Sun, incircling eddies roll'd. Unequal in their course, see they advance And form the planetary dance! Here the pale Moon, whom the same laws ordain T' obey the earth, and rule the main; Here spots no more in shadowy streaks appear; But lakes instead, and groves of trees, The wand'ring muse, transported sees, And their tall heads discover'd mountains rear. And now once more, I downward cast my sight, When lo! the earth, a larger moon displays, Far off, amidst the heav'ns, her silver face, And to her sister moons by turns gives light! Her seas are shadowy spots, her land a milky white. The author of an Essay on Criticism, printed in the year 1728, informs us, that the Tragedy of Cato being brought upon the stage in 1713 was owing to Mr. Hughes. The circumstances recorded by this author are so remarkable, that they deserve to be related; and as they serve to shew the high opinion Mr. Addison entertained of our author's abilities as a Poet, I shall therefore transcribe his own words.--