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Let it suffice for us, that we have lost
Thus the constitution
From the father to the son.
But John Youthful, and climbing upwards still, imparts
(Our friend) Molleson No haste like that of his increasing parts;
Thought us to have out-gone
With a quaint invention.
He complain'd long before,
Ay, and thrice as much more.
And with that wicked lye,
ore in an eternal sphere, A letter they came by And tell those powers to whom thou now draw'st From our king's majesty, near,
But Fate That by our trembling sense, in HASTINGS
Brought the letter too late, Their anger and our ugly faults are read;
'Twas of too old a date The short lines of whose life did to our eyes
To relieve their damn'd state.
Turn'd into good Latin.
But he that gave the hint
Must also pay his stint.
FROM WHENCE WE BROUGHT 10,0001. FOR HIS | Had it come in the nick, '
But the messenger fell sick.
Had it later been wrote,
And sooner been brought, Of the pure ones in Pole,
They had got what they sought, Which are damn'd in our scrou).
But now it serves for nought. Who having felt a touch
On Sandys they ran aground, Of Cockram's greedy clutch, .
And our return was crown'd
With full ten thousand pound.
ON MR. THO. KILLIGREW'S RETURN FROM VENICE,
AND MR. WILLIAM MURREY'S FROM SCOTLAND. Nor lend An ear to a friend,
Our resident Tom, Nor an answer would send
From Venice is come, To our letter so well penn’d.
And hath left the statesman behind him :
Talks at the same pitch, Nor assist our affairs
Is as wise, is as rich; With their monies nor their wares,
And just where you left him, you find him. As their answer now declares, But only with their prayers.
But who says he was not Thus they did persist
A man of much plot,
May repent that false accusation;
Having plotted and penn'd
Six plays, to attend
The farce of his negotiation.
Before you were told
How Satan 3 the old 'The diet said, Amen.
Came here with a beard to his middle;
Thongh he chang'd face and name, And because they are loth
Old Will was the same,
At the noise of a can and a fiddle.
3 Mr. W. Murrer.
Nature, whate'er she wants, requires ;
'Tis plain our eyes and ears are nice, Only to raise, by that device, Of those commodities the price.
Thus Reason's shadows us betray,
A knight by land and water
When 'tis told in Kent,
In a cart that he went,
Being as worthy to sit
On an ambling tit
But the rain made an ass
Of tilt and canvass; And the snow, which you krow is a melter. But with thee to inveigle That tender stripling Astcot,
Who was soak’d to the skin,
Through drugget so thin,
Defy'd cart so base,
For thief without grace, That goes to make a wry mouth.
SARPEDON'S SPEECH TO GLAUCUS,
IN THE TWELFTH BOOK OF Homer.
Thus to Glaucus spake Divine Sarpedon, since he did not find Others, as great in place, as great in mind, Above the rest why is our pomp, our power, Our Aock, our herds, and our possessions more Why all the tributes land and sea affords Heap'd in great chargers, 'load our sumptuous
boards? Our cheerful guests carouse the sparkling tears Of the rich grape, whilst music charms their
Why, as we pass, do those on Xanthus' shore, | It is not thou, but we are blind,
| And our corporeal eyes (we find) But that, as well in danger as degree,
Dazzle the optics of our mind.
Love to our citadel resorts, « Behold cur gallant leaders! These are they Through those deceitful sally-ports, Deserve the greatness; and unenvy'd stand: Our sentinels betray our forts. Since what they act, transcends what they command.”
| What subtle witchcraft man constrains, Could the declining of this fate (oh, friend)
To change his pleasure into pains,
And all his freedom into chains ?
May not a prison, or a grave,
Like wedlock, honour's title have ? But since with Fortune Nature doth conspire,
That word makes free-born man a slave. Since age, disease, or some less noble end,
How happy he that lores not lives ! Though not less certain, doth our days attend;
Him neither hope nor fear deceives, Since 'tis decreed, and to this period lead
To Fortune who no hostage gives.
How unconcern'd in things to come! A common sacrifice to honour fall.
If here uneasy, finds at Rome,
Secure from low and private ends,
His life, his zeal, his wealth attends
His prince, his country, and his friends. Pr’ythee die and set me free, Or clse be
Danger and honour are his joy; Kind and brisk, and gay like me;
But a fond wife, or wanton boy, I pretend not to the wise ones,
May all those generous thoughts destroy. To the grave, to the grave,
Then he lays-by the public care, Or the precise ones.
| Thinks of providing for an heir ; 'Tis not cheeks, nor lips, nor eyes,
Learns how to get, and how to spare. That I prize, Quick conceits, or sharp replies ;
Nor fire, nor foe, nor fate, nor night, If wise thou wilt appear and knowing,
The Trojan hero did affright,
Who bravely twice renew'd the fight. Repartic, Repartie, To what I'm doing.
Though stiil his foes in number grew,
Thicker their darts and arrows flew, Prythee why the room so dark? Not a spark
Yet left alone, no fear he knew. Left to light me to the mark;
But Death in all her forms appears, I love day-light and a candle,
From every thing he sees and hears, And to see, and to see,
For whom he leads, and whom he bears'. As well as handle.
Love, making all things else his foes, Why so many bolts and locks,
Like a ficrce torrent, overflows
Whatever doth his course oppose.
This was the cause the poets sung.
Thy mother from the sea was sprung, Itself were naked.
But they were mad to make thee young. But if a mistress I must have,
Her father not her son art thou : Wise and grave,
From our desires our actions grow; Let her so herself behave;
And from the cause th' effect must flow. All the day long Susan civil, Pap by night, pap by night,
Love is as old as place or time;.
Twas he the fatal tree did climb,
FRIENDSHIP AND SINGLE LIFE,
Dipt, when it makes a bleeding heart?
Well may'st thou keep this world in awe;
! His father and son.
To him doth his feign'd mother yield;
| Next (like Aurora) Spenser rose, Nor Mars (her champion)'s flaming shield Whose purple blush the day foreshows; Guards hiin when Cupid takes the field.
The other three, with his own fires,
Phoebus, the poets' god, inspires; He clips Hope's wings, whose airy bliss
By Shakespear's, Jonson's, Fletcher's lines, Much bigher than fruition is;
Our stage's lustre Rome's outshines : But less than nothing, if it iniss.
These poets near our princes sleep,
And in one grave their mansion keep. When matches Love alone projects
They liv'd to see so many days, The cause transcending the effects,
Till time had blasted all their bays: That wild-fire's quench'd in cold neglects : But cursed be the fatal hour
That pluck'd the fajrest, sweetest flower Whilst those conjunctions prove the best,
That in the Muses' garden grew, Where Loves of blindness dispossest,
And amongst wither'd laurels threw. By perspectives of interest.
Time, which made them their fame outlive. Though Solomon with a thousand wives,
To Cowley scarce did ripeness give. To get a wise successor strives,
Old mother Wit, and Nature, gave But one (and he a fool) survives.
Shakespeare and Fletcher all they have ;
In Spenser, and in Jonson, Art Old Rome of children took no care,
Of slower Nature got the start; They with their friends their beds did share,
But both in him so equal are, Secure t adopt a hopeful heir.
None knows which bears the happiest share :
To him no author was unknown, Love drowsy days and stormy nights
Yet what he wrote was all his own ; Makes; and breaks friendship, whose delights He melted not the ancient gold, Feed, but not glut, our appetites.
Nor, with Ben Jonson, did make bold,
To plunder all the Roman stores Well-chosen friendship, the most noble
Of poets, and of orators : Of virtues, all our joys makes double,
Horace's wit, and Virgil's state, And into halves divides our trouble.
He did not steal, but emulate ! But when th' unlucky knot we tie,
And when he would like them appear, Care, avarice, fear, and jealousy,
Their garb, but not their clothes, did wear : Make friendship languish till it die.
He not from Rome alone, but Greece,"
Like Jason brought the golden fleece ; The wolf, the lion, and the bear,
To him that language (though to none When they their prey in pieces tear,
Of th’ others) as his own was known. To quarrel with themselves forbear :
On a stiil gale (as Flaccus sings)
The Theban swan extends his wings, Yet timorous deer, and harmless sheep, When through th' etherial clouds he flies : When love into their veins doth creep,
To the same pitch our swan doth rise ; That law of Nature cease to keep.
Old Pindar's flights by him are reach'd
When on that gale his wings are stretch'd; Who then can blame the amorous boy,
His fancy and his judgment such, Who the fair Helen to enjoy,
Each to the other seem'd too much, To quench his own, set fire on Troy?
His severe judgment (giving law)
His modest fancy kept in awe : Such is the world's preposterous fate,
As rigid husbands, jealous are, Amongst all creatures, mortal hate
When they believe their wives too fair. Love (though immortal) doth create.
His English streams so pure did flow, But love may beasts excuse, for they
As all that saw and tasted know : Their actions not by reason sway,
But for his Latin vein, so clear, But their brute appetites obey.
Strong, full, and high it doth appear,
That were immortal Virgil bere,
Of that great portraiture, so truc
A copy, pencil never drew.
But both their Genii straight appear:
Joy and amazement her did strike,
One soul might through more bodies pass,
Seeing such transmigration there, OLD Chaucer, like the morning star,
She thought it not a fable here.
Such a resemblance of all parts,
Then lights her torch at theirs, to tell,
And show the world this parallel : Darkness again the age invades.
Fixt and contemplative their looks,
Still turning over Nature's books:
The wheel that governs all : Their works chaste, moral, and divine,
| From thence the change in church and state, Where profit and delight combine;
| And all the inischief bears the date They, gilding dirt, in noble verse
From Haberdashers' Hall.
Did we force Ireland to despair,
Upon the king tocast the war, To the celestial orbs they climb,
To make the world abhor him, And with th' harinonious spheres keep time: Because the rebels us'd his name? Nor did their actions fall behind
Though we ourselves can do the same, Their words, but with like candour shin'd;
While both alike were for him. Each drew fair characters, yet rone
Then the same fire we kindled here
With what was given to quench it there,
And wisely lost that nation :
To do as crafty beggars use, Both from the busy throng retire.
To maim themselves, thereby t'abuse
The simple man's coinpassion.
Have I so often past between
Windsor and Westminster, unseen, Nor fire nor Fate their bays shall blast,
And did myself divide :
To keep his excellence in awe,
For they knew none beside.
Though more our money than our cause
My labour was not lost.
And these shall quit the cost.
And raise the first sedition?
And sent them their petition.
If men in peace can have their right,
That breaks both law and oath?
But us against them both.
And thence they will infer,
That we ourselves may err.
So many nights spent in the city