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Confess'd that indeed he had a musical note, By his one sacred light he solemnly swore, But sometimes strain'd so hard that he rattled in That in search of a laureat, he'd look out no throat;
more, Yet owning he had sense, t'encourage him for't, A general murmur ran quite through the hall, He made him his Ovid in Augustus's court. To think that the bays to an actor should fall; Poor Setele, his trial was the next came about, Tom cold them, to put his desert to the test, He brought him an Ibrahim with the preface torn That he had MAID plays as well as the best,
And was the great'st wonder the age ever bore, And humbly desir'd he might give no offence; Of all the play-fcribblers that e'er writ before, D--n him, cries Shadwell, he cannot write sense : His wit had moft worth, and modesty in't, And Bancks, cry'd Newport, I hate that dull For he had writ plays, yet ne'er came in print.
À SAI ER
I, who to my coft
A spirit free, to choose for my own share,
What sort of Aeth and blood l pleas'd to wear,
Or any thing, but that vain animal,
A sixth, to contradict the other five;
Reason, an ignis fatuus of the mind, His cravat-ttring new iron'd, he gently did stretch Which leaves the light of nature, senfe, behind : His lily-white hand out, the laurel to reach. Pathless and dangerous wandering ways it takes, Alledging that he had most right to the bays, Through error's fenny bogs, and thorny brakes; For writing romances, and th-ting of plays : Whilst the misguided follower climbs with pain Apollo rose up, and gravely confefs'd,
Mountains of whimsies, heapt in his own brain : of all men that writ, his talent was best; Stumbling from thought to thought, falls headlong for fince pain and dishonour man's life only.
Into Doubt's boundless sea, where like to drown The greatest felicity mankind can claim,
Bouks bear him up a while, and make hım try Is to want sense of smart, and be past fense' of To swim with bladders of philosophy: Thame;
In hopes still to o'ertake the skipping light, And to perfect his bliss in poetical rapture, . The vapour darices in his dazzled fight, He bid him be dull to the end of the chapter. Till, spent, it leaves him to eternal night. The poetess Afra next few'd her sweet face, Then Old Age and Experience, hand in hand, And (worc by her poetry, and her black ace, Lead him to Death, and make him understand, The laurel by a double right was her own,
After a search fo painful and so long, For the plays she had writ, and the conquests she That all his life he has been in the wrong. had won.
Huddled in dirt, this reasoning engine lies, ,
His wifdom did his happiness destroy,
Of pleafing others at his own expence ;
The pleasure paít, a threatening doubt remains, With other pretenders, whose names I'd rehearse, That frights th' enjoyer with succeeding pains. But that they're too long to stand in my verse : Women, and men of wit, are dangerous tools, Apollo, quite tir'd with their tedious harangue, And ever fatal to admiring fools. Lai lait found Tom Betterton's face in the gang, Pleasure allures ; and when the fops escape, 2 For, Gnce poets without the kind players may 'T'is not that they are lov'd, but fortunate ; hang,
And therefore what they fear, at heart they hate.
II. ALL this with indignation have I hurld,
From whence (with thoughts full of concern) lic At the pretending part of the proud world,
views Who, fwoln with telfish vanity, devise
The wife and daring conduct of the fight : False freedoms, holy cheats, and formal lyes,
And each bold action to his mind renews Over their fellow.flaves to tyrannize.
His present glory and his patt delight:
From his fierce eyes flashes of rage he throws
As from black clouds when lightr wrcaks Since fiattery, which way foever laid, Is ftill a tax on that unhappy trade;
Transported thinks himself amidst his foes,
And abfeat, yet enjoys the bloody day.
So when my days of impotence approach,
And I m by wine and love's unlucky chance Not one blown up with vain aspiring pride,
Driven from the pleasing billows of debauch, Who, for reproof of fins, does man deride :
On the dull thore of lazy temperauce:
While 1 behold the battles you maintain ;
When feces of glafles fail around the board, . When the good wives dirink free, and then fall out. From whose broadsides vollies of wit shall rain. None of the fenfual tribe, whose talents lic
Which my too forward valour did procuro, They act adultery with their own wives;
Frighten new-lifted soldiers from the wars; And, ere a score of years completed be,
l'all joys have more than paid what I endure. Can from the lofty stage of honour fee, Half a large purish their own progeny.
VII. Nor doating
who would he ador'd, For domineering at the council board,
Should some brave youth (worth being drunk) A greater fop, in businesi at fourfcore, Fonder of serious toys, affected niore,
And from his fair inviter meanly shrink, Then the gay glittering fool at tiventy proves,
"Twould please the ghost of niy departed vice, With all his noise, his tawdry cloths, and loves.
lf, at my council, he repent and drink. But a mes k humble manot modeft fenfe,
Or should some cold-complexion'd fot forbid, Myftcrious truths, which no nian cun conceive.
With his dull morals, our night's brisk alarms; upon earth there dwell foch godlike men,
I'll fire his blood, hy telling what I did I'll here recant iny paradox to theni;
When I was strong, and able to bear arms. Adore those fries of virtue, homage pay,
Windows demolish'd, watches overcome,
With tales like these I will such heat inspire, THE MAIMED DEBAUCHEE. As to important mischief thall incline;
I'll make him long fome ancient church to fire,
And fear no lewdness they're call'd co by wine. I.
S some brave Admiral, in former war
Depriv'd of force, but prest with courage Thus statesman-like I'll saucily impose, fiill,
And, fafc from danger, valiantly advise; Two rival fleets appearing from afar,
Shelter'd in impotence urge you to blows, Crawls to the top of an adjacent hill :
And, being good for nothing else, be wils.
Nothi Nach thou gliderebrne here was made; Wich perfons highly thought at best for nothing
That hadít a being ere the world
fit? And (well fixt) art alone of ending not afraid.
Whilst weighty Something modestly abftains Erc Time and Place were, Time and Place were From princes' coffers, and froin statesmens' brains, not,
And nothing there like stately Nothing reigns
. When primitive Nothing Something straight be
XV. got, Then all proceeded from the great united—What. Nothing, who dwell'st with fools in grave disgrife,
For whom they reverend shapes and forms devise, III.
Lawn Reeves, and furs, and gowns, when they Something, the general attribute of all,
like thee look wise. Sever'd from thee, its sole original,
XVI. Into thy boundless self must undistinguish'd fall.
French truth, Dutch prowess, British policy,
Hibernian learning, Scotch civility, Yet something did thy mighty power command,
Spaniards' dispatch, Danes' wit, are mainly sees in
The great man's gratitude to his best friend, Matter, the wicked'rt offspring of thy race,
Kings' promises, whores' vows, towards thee they By Form aflisted, flew from thy embrace,
bend, And rebel light obfcurd thy reverend dulky face.
Flow swiftly into thee, and in thec ever cad. VI. With Form and Matter, Time and Place did
SOME LINES IN LUCRETIUS. But turn-coat Time assists the foe in vain,
Gods, by right nature, posses And to thy hungry womb drives back thy flaves again.
Far off remov'd from us and our affairs,
Neither approach'd by dangers or by cares; VIII.
Rich in themselves, to whom we cannot add;
SENECA's TRO A $,
The utmost limits of a gasp of breath Is, or is not, the two grcat ends of Fate,
Let the ambitious zealot lay aside And, true or false, the subject of debate, His hope of heaven (whose faith is bat his pride: That perfect or destroy the vast designs of Fate ; Let flavish fouls lay by their fear,
Nor be concern'd which
way, or where, xu.
After this life they shall be hurl'd: When they have rack'd the politician's breast, Dead, we become the lumber of the world, Within thy bosom most securely rest,
And to that mass of matter shall be swept And, when reduc'd to thee, are least unsafe and where things destroy'd with things unborn art bett.
And, her seat by thee, alliks thy short-liv'd reign, THA coeliaking pange of perfeel peace;
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Devouring Time (wallows us whole,
Then a young daughter loft, yet balsam found Impartial Death confounds body and soul.
To stanch that new and freshly-bleeding wound; For hell, and the foul fiend that rules
And, after this, with fixt and steady eyes The everlasting fiery gaols,
Beheld your noble Gloucester's obsequies :
And then sustain'd the royal Princess' fall;
But you will hence remove, and leave behind Dreams, whimgies, and no more.
Our sad complaints lost in the empty wind;
Relents, and only now contrives your stay; $ ACRED MAJEST Y, The lately fatal and infectious ill
Courts the fair princess, and forgets to kill :
In vain on fevers curses we dispense,
And vent our passion's angry eloquence:
In vain we blast the ministers of Fate,
And the forlorn physicians imprecate; VIRTUE's triumphant hrine! who doft en
Say they to death new poisons add and fire,
Murder securely for reward and hire; At once three kingdoms in a pilgrimage :
Arts basilisks, that kill whome'er they see, Which in extatic duty drive to come
And truly write bills of mortality, Oxt of themselves, as well as from their home;
Who, left the bleeding corpse should them betray, Uhilft England grows one camp, and London is
First drain those vital speaking streams away. Itself the nation, not metropolis,
And will you, by your flight, take part with And loyal Kent renews her arts again,
there? Fencing her ways with moving groves of men;
Become yourself a third and new disease ? Forgive this distant homage, which does meet
If thcy have caus'd our loss, then so have you, Your blest approach on sedentary feet ;
Who take yourself and the fair princess too : And though my youth, not patient yet to bear
For we, depriv'd, an equal damage have The weight of arms, denies me to appear
When France doth ravish hence, as when the In steel before you; yet, great Sir, approve
grave : My manly wishes, and more vigorous love ;
But that your choice th' unkindness doth improve, In whom a cold-respect were treason to
And dereliction adds to your remove. A father's ashes, greater than to you;
ROCHESTER, of Wadham College. Whose one ambition 't is for to be known, By daring loyalty, your Wilmot's son. Nadh. Coll.
AN EPILOGU E.
“ That 't is still better to be pleas'd than not;" SACRED MAJESTY THE QUEEN. And therefore never their own torment plot. MOTHER,
While the malicious Critics still agree
The firit know 'tis a meaner part of sense EATH OF MARY, PRINCESS OF ORANGE.
To find a fault, than talte an excellence : RESPITE, great queen, your just and hasty Therefore they praise, and strive to like, while Chere's no infection lodges in our tears.
Are dully vain of being hard to please. "hough our unhappy air be arm’d with death, Poets and women have an equal right et fighs have an untainted guiltless breath. To hate the du!l, who, dead to all delight, h! itay a while, and teach your equal skill Feel pain alone, and have no joy but spight. o understand, and to support our ill.
'Twas impotence did first this vice begin; ou that in mighty wrongs an age have spent, Fools censure wit, as old men rail at sin: ind seem to have out-liv'd ev'n banishment : Who envy pleasure which they cannot taste, Vhom traiterous mischief fought its earliest prey, And, good for nothing, would be wise at last. Vhen to most sacred blood it made its way;
Since therefore to the women it appears, und did thereby its black design impart,
That all the enemies of wit are theirs, o take his head, that wounded first his heart : Our poet the dull herd no longer fears. ou that unmov'd great Charles's ruin stood, Whate'er his fate may prove, 'twill be his pride ben three great nations funk bencath the load; To stand or fall with bcauty on his side.