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Smiths (who before could only make
But his par life who without grief can sce; The spade, the plow-share, and the rake)
W'ho pever thinks his cnd too near, Arts, in most cruel wife
But says to fame, Thou art nine heir ; Man's life t' epitomize !
That man extends life's natural brevity
This is, this is the only way Then men (fond men, alas !) ride post to th' grave,
To out-live Nofior in a day. And cut those threads which yet the Fates would
AN INVITATION TO CAMBRIDGE, requent before, grew rare.
ICHOLS, my better self! forbear;
The school-boys' sin will light on me, And Terminus a god-head gain'd,
I fall, in mind ar leat, a trualt be.
Tell me not how
mind Besides thc fca, no bound.
With dainties of philosophy;
In Ovid's nut I shall not find
The taste once pleasld me.
() tell me not of logic's diverse cheer! 'Twas civil slaughter dy'd her rose;
I Mall begin to loathe our crambo here.
Tell me not how the waves appear
of Cam, or how it cuts the learned shire;
I shall contemn the troubled Thames Such griess, cay world than these, we now should feel,
On her chic holiday: even when her strcanis Did not just Charles filence the rage of feel;
Are with rich folly gilded; when He to our land bleft Peace doth bring,
The quondam dung-boat is made gay, All neighbour countries envying.
Jutlike the bravery of the meu,
Ardi graces with fresh paint that day ;
When tl'city lines with flags and pageants the re,
and fatin doublets, seeni not twice a year. Where, dreaming chemicks! is your pain and
Why do I itay then? I would meet con?
Thee there, but plummers hang upon my fect; How is your oil, how is your laheur loft! Our Charles, blert alchemist! (though itrange,
'Tis my chief wish to live with thee,
But not till I deserve thy company :
Jill then we'll scorn to let that toy,
Some forty miles, divide our hearts;
Write to me, and I shall enjoy
Friendship and wit, thy better parts. Though envious Fortune larger hindrance briga,
We'll casily fee each other; Love hath wings. O DE VI.
WTON THE SHCRTNESS OF MAN'S LIFE.
MISCELLANI E S.
ARK that swist arrow! how it cuts the air,
MARW it out-rur. thy following eye?
Τ Η Ε Μ Ο Τ Τ Ο.
Use all persuafions now and tiy
That way it went; but thou thalt find
No tract is left behind.
Of all the time thou'lt fhot away,
l'll bid hee fitch but yeiter.lay, And it shall be too hard a talk to do.
Besides reperiance, what can find
That it bath lule babind?
A doubtful cloud our fubitance bears,
And is the horse of all our years
We and our glass run out, and muit
And make the age to come my own?
Unless you write niy elegy;
Their mothers' labour, not their own.
The weiht of that mounts this fo high. Thefe men are Fortune's je wels, mouldid bright;
Brought forth with their own fire and light: lil, ler vulgar sinne, for either look,
Out of myself it must be strook.
Sure I Came's trumpet hear;
SECOND MASTER AT WESTMINSTER SCHOOL.
All things that are but writ or printed there, Nor ought the language of that man be less, In his unbounded breait engraven are.
Who in his breast had all things to express. There all the sciences together meet,
We say that learning 's endless, and blame Fate And every art does all her kindred greet,
For not allowing life a longer date : Yet justle not, nor quarrel; but as well
He did the utmost bounds of knowledge find, Atree as in some common principle.
He found them not so large as was his mind; So, in an army govern'd right, we see
But, like the brave Pellaan youth, did moan
ON THE DEATH OF MR. JORDAN. Yet enter undisturb'd into the eye.
And this great prince of knowledge is by Fate Thrut into th' noile and business of a state.
ENCE, and make rocm for me, all you who - All virtues, and some cuft ms of the court, Other men's labour, are at least his sport; Whilst we, who can no action undertake,
Only to read the cpitaph on this tomb!
Here lies the master of my tender years,
The guardian of my parents' hope and fears; Whether the Scots in England be or no;
Whofe government ne'er stood me in a tear; Pace dully on, oft tire, and often stay,
All wecping was reserv'd to spend it here. Yet see his nimble Pegasus fly away.
Come hither, all who his rare virtues knew, "Tis Nature's fault, who did thus partial grow,
And mourn with me: he was your tutor too. And her cftate of wit on one befrow;
Let's join our sighs, till they fly far and thew
His native Belgia what she's now to do. Winst we, like younger brothers, get at best But a small stock, and must work out the rest. The league of grief bids her with us lament; How could he answer 't, should the state think fit By her he was brought forth and hither sent To question a monopoly of wit?
In payment of all min we there had lost,
And all the Englin ilond those wars have cost. Such is the man whom we require the same
Wisely did Nature this learn'd man divide; We lint the North; untouch'd, as is his fame.
Mis birth was thcirs, his death the mournful pride He is too good for wif, and ought to be As far from danger, as from fear he's free,
Of England; and, i' avoid the envious strisc Thole men alone (and those are useful too)
Of other lands, all Europe had his life, Whose valour is the only art they know,
But we in chief; our country soon was grown Were for fad war and bloody battle bom;
A debtor more to him, than he to's own..
He pluckt from youth the follies and the crimes,
Was a thing full of reverence, profit, fame;
He fcorn'd the profit; his instructions all
Were, like the science, free and liberal, Who when he spoke, all things would He deferv'd honours, but despis'd them too, filent be?
As much as those who have them others do. Who had so many languages in store,
He knew not that which compliment they call; T12: only fame thall speak of himn in more; Could Hatter none, but himse I least of all. Whom England now no more return'd must see; So true, fo faithful, and so just, as he Hii's gine to heaven on his fourth embally. Was nought on earth but his own memory; On earth he travel'd often ; not to say
His memory, where all things written were, H' had been abroad, or pass loose time away. As sure and fixt as in Fate's books they are. In whatever and he chanc'd to come,
Thus he in arts so vast a treasure gain'd, H:red the men and manpers, bringing home Whilst still the use came in, and stock remain'd: Thir wisuunn, learning, and their piety,
And, having purchas'd all that man can know, As if he went to conquer, not to see
He labour'd with't to enrich others now; So well he understood the most and best
Did thus a new and harder task fustain, Of for gues, that Babel fent into the West;
Like those that work in mines for others' gain : Spoke them so truly, that he had (you'd swear) He, though more nobly, had much more to do, Nit only liv'd, but been porn every where. To search the vein, dig, purge, and mint it too. Juilly each nation's speech to him was known, Though my excuse would be, I must confefs, Who for the world was made, not us alone ; Much better had his diligence been lefs ;
ON THE DEATH OY