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Mifcelkny Poems. 

Containing Variety of New 




Together with Several 

. ! 


By the Mofl Eminent Hands. 

Publiih^d by Mr^ DRY DEN. 

\ Nan dt'lcit alter 

KAurem't & ftmlli frondtfdt vir^.i mctAlIo. Vir£ 

The Fourth Edition. 


i nted for J A c o n To m s o n at Shakefpear's 
'Head over ngainit K atbarine-Street jg 
the Strand. M DGC XVI. 


THE fecond Part of Abfalom and*) 
Achirophcl, with a Key to both^Vzgt i 
Taits. S 

The entire Epifddc of Mezentius and^ 

Laufus out of the Tenth Book of Vir- ^p. 3^ 

gil'j yEncids. By Mr. Dryden. 3 

The Speech of Venus to Vulcan. By ^ 

Mr. Dr)dcn. ^-- +> 

Lucretius, the beginning of the Firfi Book. ? „ . /c 

Tr^nflAtedby Mr. Dryden. J P* 4- 

Lucretius, the beginning of the Seconds » 

Book Tr inflated by Mr. Dryden. ^^^ 
Tranfl.Uton of the Utter Part of the Third 7 

Book o/ Lucrrtius ; again/i the F«>»r >P» S^ 

of Death By Mr. Dryden. 3 

Lucretius, the Pourth Book. Cop.cerning'7 ^ 

the Nature of Love. By Mr. Dryden ^^' ^^ 
Trom L\xcrcn\i>BookW . B)'Afr, Dryden. p. ^8 
Daphnis. From Theocritus Idyll. 27."? 1 j 

B^Mr.Drjdcn. ' f '''•^- 

Horace Lib. i.Odc 9, By Mr. Dryden. p. 72 
Horat. Ode 29. Bouk 3. Paraphrased -y 

in Pindariq-jc Verfe, and infcrtbd to i 

the Right Honotirable Lawrence Earl r^' '^ 

c/(lochefter. £y Air. Dr)den. -* 

From Horace Epcd. 1. By A/r. Dryc'cn. p. 77 
Baj^x t /o Gloriaaa, 1684.. p. 80 

On Content. p. 8z 

The Chronicle. A Ballad. By Mr. Cowley, p. 84. 
A Se£:on of the Poets. By Sir John*) o 

Suckling. r "^ 

2hc Stfjion of the Poets. p. 90 




A SeJJion of the Voets. P- 9<5 

Nbtvs from Hell, By Cspt. Alex. Radcliflfe. p. 99 
A Call to the Guard by a Drum. Byi 

C/»/)/4/« Alexander Radcliffe. jP' ^^3 

The Ramble. By Captain AIcx.RadclifFe. p. 108 
A New Song of the Times ^ 1683. ^y\^ 

the Honourable William Wharton. J "' * ^^ 
On the Univerfiiy of Cimhridgt's Burn'p 

ing the Duke of Monmouth'j Pi3ure C^ 

i6S>-. Tooho was formerly their Chan- C"' 

cellar . By Mr, Stepney. j 

The Man of Honour. Written by the Ho- ? 

nouy able Mr. Montague. ^^' 

Song. To Caelia. 
A Song. 

The Duel of the Stags. 
A Song. 
A Song, 
A Song, on the Devil's Arfe of the Peak. 

By Ben. Johnfon. 
Scn^^. To Ceiia. By Ben. Johnfon. 
To Heaven. By Ben. Johnfon.. 
An Elegy. By Ben. Johnfon. 
Leges Convivales. By Ben. Johnfon. 
Rules fir the Tavern ^Icademy, &c. -^7 , „ 

Ben. johnf n. V' ^ 

Over the Door at the Entrance into ^^^ ^^ j-, 

Apollo. Bi Ben. Johnfon. V * 

Htr Man defer ibed by her own Dicla- \ 

men. i?^ Ben. Johnfon. 5 

A Nymph's VxJJjon, By Ben. Johnfon. p. ifl 
An Eclogue en the Death of Ben. John-"? 
fon, bettseen Mcliboeas and Hylas >p. 1$^ 

Written by the Earl of Falkland. 3 
Upon Ben. Johnfon. By Mr. H. Kirg. p. 1J5 
To the Memory of Ben, Johnfon. ^y\^ ,5- 

Mr. ]afpcr Mayne. V ' 


































In Memory of the mofi Worthy Benjamin o ^^g 

Johnfon. By Mr. W. Cartwrighr. S^' 
A Song, 
A Song. 

An Aire on a Ground, 
A Song. 
A Song, 

Damon the Mower. By A. Marvell, Ifq, 
Ametas anj Thcftyiis making Hay- 

Ropes. By Andrew Marvell E/^, 
Some Verfes fent by a Friend to one •wh:^ 1 

twice ventfir'd his Carcafs in Mar-Vp. 180 

riage. J 

An Epitaph upon a Stumbling Hcrfe. p. loz 

Vrologue for Sir John Falftaff, rifngX. ^., 

flowlytofoftMuJick. "> ^* "^ 

Mufck's Empire, By A. Marvel), Efq^ p. i8f 
7 he Garden. By Andrew Mar veil. Efqi p. 1 86 
A Song. p. 1S7 

A Song. p. 1 88 

A Song. p. 189 

A Dialogue between Daphney ^^^/Amintas. ibid. 
To the Lords ajfembled in Council: TheX 

Vetition of Tho. Brown. y P- ^ 9 

The Contcderates; On the fr(i Happy X 

D,ty of the IfLini Princeis. j P- ^ 9 ^ 

A Letter from T. P. to Colonel H. occufi- \ 

on'd by the Colonel's tvoo late Letters, j "' 9> 
Cure for Green Sicknefs, 1702. _p. >97 

On the Lord Lovelace'/ coming to Ox- 

fonifrom Glouccfter Goal in Decem-] 

ber, 16S0. _^ 

Adam's Sleep, p. 20 r 

A Song. . ibid. 

^Hero'j Complaint to Leander. p. J02;- 

'^ A Song, p. 2o^_, 


A New Catch. p. 2 of 

On Mr. Mikon'j TaraMfe Loft. By An- ? ., • , 

drew Marvell, Efq; ^ 

Senec. TragceJ. Thyefte Chor. 2.7 

Trmjlated by Andrew Marvell, E/^i i"?' ^ 
A Song. ibid. 

.^ Trologm defyn'J for Tzmerhnc, butl o 

never fpuke . Written by Dr. G — th. 5 

0» /^g Comtefs of D r Mijirefs to) 

King ] II. 1680. By the EArl>ip. 20^ 

ofD S 

2he Golden Age rejlor'd. A 'Boem in Imi^ j 

tation of the fourth Fafioral of Virgil ; ( -^^-^^ 
fuppofed to have been taken from aC 
Sibylline Frophecy. ^ 

A Song by Sir George Etheridge. P ^^ 3 

A Seng by Sir George Etheridge, ibid. 

A Song by Mr. J )hn How. p. 2 14 

Tart of WirgxV s fourth Georgick. By Mr.l ^ ^ 

Creech. ^^' ' 

The fourteenth Ode of the (ecend Book of I 

Horace. f^' ^'9 

The firfl Idyllium r/ Theocritus. Tran-l ^^^ 

fluted into Englifti. 3 P* 

The Re;{pers. The Tenth Idyllium <?/0 

Theocritus. EngUfhed by Mr .W\\\\ztv.( ^^, 
Bowles, cf King'j College in Cam ^^* 
bridge. ^ 

AITH2, Or, the Twelfth IdylliumV ^^g 

0/ Theocritus. 5 

K fl P I O K A E n T H2-. OrtheNine- 1 

teenth Idyllium cf Theocri'.u:. f ^* ^ 

A Seng. P- i 3 I 

The Complaint of Ariadna. Out cfCz X 

tullu^. By Ml. William Bowie-. ■>^' ^^^ 

The 2\enti th Idyllium ^/ Theocricus. 1 ^ 

By Mr. W.Bowles. ' ^ " S^'^>^ 

C O N T E N T S, 

T<? Lcsbia. 0«/ o/Catulus. ^- ^5^ 

To Lesbia. ibid. 

The Seventh Ode of the Fourth Book oft ^ 

Horace. By an unknown Hand. *^' ^ ^ 

The Tenth Ode of the Second Book ofl ^ 

Horace. ^ 

The Eighteenth I^iflle of the lirji Book ofl 

Horace. .... ^^^ 

A Song, By Mr. Wolfeley. p. 148 

Anfwer'd by Mr. Wharton. ibid. 

Another Anfwer. ibid. 

The Eighth Satyr of the Firft Book of-i 

Horace. By Mr. Stafford. 4^* ^^ 

An Ode. Sung before King Charles 11.? 

on Ncvr-Years-Day. By Mr, J. Al- >p. i^i 

leftry. 3 

A Song, By Mr. Drydctt. ?• ^TJ 

The Epifode of the Death of dmWh.') 

Tranjlated out of the Eleventh Book>p» 25-4. 

of Virgil J iEneids. By Mr. Stafford. 3 
To my Heart. p. if^ 

Cato'j Anftoer to Labienus, when he ad- J 

vis' d him to confult the Oracle <j/Ja- >p. 261 

piter Ammon. By Mr. Wolfeley. j 
A Letter to Sir Fleetwood Shepherd,-* ^ 

By Mr. Pryor. ^ ^ 

5'tf»^ (?/ Bafler. -B^5;> George Etheridge. p. 26S 
A Prologue to Satyr. p. 169 

2he For f^ ken Mifirefs: A Diaiogue bef 

ivpem Phyllis and Strephon. By Sir^^. 272 

George Efheridge. j 

The Nature of U'omen; a Tranflatlon of) 

Fart of the Fourth Eclogue o/Mintuan.Sp. 275 

A Satyr. ^ 

Stir George Echeridge to the Earl cfi 

Middkton. f ^' ^^ 


A Letter from Mr. Drydcn to Sir George i „ , 
Etheridge. • ^}P-i8i 

Sir George EtheridgeV feccnd Letter to-t o 

the Lord Mid^Jeton. f P* *^+ 

On the Death of Mr. Oldham. p. iS^* 

Chevy- Chafe, by Order of the Bijhop of\ 

London. y^ 

Lucus Chcvinuf, Juflu Epifcopi Londi- 

A Song,, 
A Song. 

Remedy of Love. By Mr. Evelyn. 
An Ode written by Mr. Abraham Cow- 
ley, for Her Majefy, ^een t» King^ 
Ch.ries J, 
On Virtue. By Mr Evelyn. 
The Complaint, A Song to n Scotch? ' 
Tune, £y Mr. Tho. bcway. y' 

A Seng. P- 3 1 1 

TheHiJh, p. 313 

Prologue y by Major A (Ion. Ji'^^^'i' 

On the Death of Mr WAkr. ^p. S'f 

Prologue, to theVni'verfityofOxoT\,fpokin'^ 
, by Mr. Hart, at the AHing of the Si- 
lent Woman. Written by Mr. Dryden. > ! 


epilogue, fpoken by the fame. Written by\ n 
Mr Dryden. fP- S^S 

Prologue to the Univerfity of Oxford, y 
1674,. Spoken by Mr. H^^tt. Written L 
by Mr. Dryden. jP-3'9 

epilogue fpchn at Oxford^ by Mrs,-t 
Marfha L Written by Mr. Dryden. f P' ^ 

Prologue to the Unrverfity of Oxford. P* 3^^ 

Prologue to the Univerfity of Oxford. By l 

Mr. Dryden. iPv' 5 

The Vrohgue at Oxford, 16S0. By Mr.X 
Dryder* JPS^* 

C O N T E N T S* 

The Prologue to Al )umazir. Writtm by-^ . 

Mr Dry den. ^ fP* 3i>^ 

'Prologue to Aviragu'? Revival Spoken by-t ^ 

Mr, Hart, Written by Mr. Drydcn. f P' "^ 
"Prologue fpoken the firft Day ef the King's? 

Houfe Aciing after the lire. Writ by^ip. ■^ij 
Mr. Dryden. \ 

Prologue for the Womeny nhen they ABedl 

at the old Theatre in Lincoln'j-inn- >p. 318 
Fields Written by Mr. Drydcn. 3 

A Prologue fpoken at the opening of the 1 

New Houfe, March 26, 1674.. ^^'^ Sp* 3^5^" 
ten by Mr. Dryden. 3 

Bpilogue, by thefatne Author. P* 35^ 

An Epilogue. Written by Mr. Dryden. p. 3 3 2, 
An Epilogue for the Kings Houfe. Writ 'l ^ 

ten by Mr. Dryden ^P* ^33 

Prologue to the Princefs ofCkves, Written ~l 

b^ Mr Dryden. S^* ^^^ 

Epilogue to the Princefs of Clevcs. WrittenX 

4y Mr. Dryden. 5P-33f 

The Fable of the Pot and Kettle^ as it roas -^ 

told by Colonel Thus the Night before ? p. ^^6 
he Kifs'd'the King's Hand. ^ 

Cynifca: Or, the Fourteenth Idyllium'^ 

e/Theocri:us imitated By W. Bowles, ? p. 3 37 
FellovD of Kings College, Cambridge. ^ 
Proteus: Being the Fourth Eclogue of-. 

Sannazarius. By W. Bowlesj FeUoy»>p. 340 
of 2C/»^'i-Co/%e, Cambridge. ^ 

A Song, By Sir George Echeridge. p. 344 

A Song. ByMr.]. H. ibid. 

Sappho'i Ode from Loneinu?, By Mr 7 

W.Bowles ■ ^ ^P-34-5' 

7he Thirteenth Ode of the Fourth Baok of 7 ^ ^ 

Horacc„ -"^PS^^ 


Ti&« Grove. By the Earl of Rofcomon. p. 548 
frologue to his Koydl Highnefs upon his -^ 
firfi Appear mce at the Duke's Jheatrt, / 
Jince his Return from Scotland, 1682. ("P* 349 
By Mr. Dryden, -^ 

l^e Salisbury Ghoji. p. 3^0 

Tht Beginning of a Pajloral on the Death"} 

of his Late Majefty, Written by Mr.^p, jj*^ 
Otway. J 

Of Nature's Changes. Trtm Lucretius, 1 

Lib. V. By Sir Robert Howard. S ^^ ^^^ 
mgy XI. Lib. V. De^Trift. OviO 
complains of his three Years Banifh-^^^ t^^q 
ment. J 

Upon the late Ingenious Tranflation ofl 

Pere Simon'j Critical Hi/lory. By Vp. ^61 
H. D. Efq; S 

Horti Arlingconiani. Ad Clariflimum "J 
Dominum, Henricum, Comitem >p. 354. 
Arlingrgniac, ^c. 3 

Song, p. 5^7 

On the Kin£sHoufe now Building atl ^ ^.q 
Wincheftfr. J P' 3<58 

To a Lady, (whom he never favo, nor had 1 

any Defcrtption of) to prove he Loves >p. 370 
her. By a Verfon of ^ality. 3 

Song by the fame Hand, p. 371 

A Song, p. 372 

On the Death of Melanfha. P« 373 

To the Nightingale coming in the Spring. 7 

Written by a Perfon of Quality in 1 680. 3 P' ^"^^ 
An Elegy. Written by Mr. W. O. P- S^r 

The Court-fro fpeSi. By Mr. Ch. Hopkins, p. 383 


The Second Part of 






'•"Si ^ds tamen H^c quoque^ Si^is 
Cap us Amove Leget 

The Third Edition, 
With a KE Y to both Parts. 

L O N D O N: 

Printed in the Year MDCCXVI. 

T O T H E 


IN the Tear 1680 Mr. Dryden mi" 
dertook the Poem of Abfalom and 
Achitophel, upon the Dcftre of King 
Charles the Second. "The Performance 
ivas applauded by every one 5 and fe* 
'ueral Per fins pr effing him to write a 
Second Part^ he^ upon declining it hira* 
felf^ [poke to Mr. Tate to write one^ 
and gave him his Advice in the Di- 
reilion of it j and that Part beginning 
Page 135 line 27. 

Next thefc, a Troop of bufie Spirits 

V oil 12, I2 

To the Reader. 

afid ending Page i8, Line 34, 

To talk like Doeg, and to write liTcc 

([ontaining near two Hundred Ferfes^ 
were intirely Mr. DrydcnV Compofiti- 
om^ heftdes fome touches in other f laces. 
Zou will find ^ at -the End of this Part^ 
a true Key to both the Parts. 

The Second Part of 




il N C E Men, like Beafts, eacli orlicra- 
Prey were made, 
Since Trade began, and Priefthood 

grew a Trade, 
Siace Realms were form'd, none- 
fure fo curft as tliofe 
That madly .their own Happineis oppofc; 
There Heaven it felf, and God-like Kings, in vain 
Showr down the Mxrina of a gentle Reign ; 
"While pamper'd Crowds to mad Sedition ran, 
And Monarchs by Indulgence are u;ido:ic. 
Thus Davii^s Clemency was fatal grown, 
While wealthy Faftion aw'd the wanting Throne,' 
For now their Sov'reign's Oideis to contemn 
Was held the Charter of Jeri/.fAltm, 
His Rights t' invade, his Tributes to refufe, 
A Privilege peculiar to the Jtvjs 5 
As if from Heav'nly Call this Licence fell, 
And Jncob^s Seed were chofen to Rebel 1 
Vol. U. B 3 

6 The Second Part &f 

^chitophel with. Triumph fees his Crimes 
Thus fuiced to the Madncfs of the Times ; 
And ^bfalom, to make his Hopes fucceed. 
Of flattering Charms no longer ftands in need j 
"While fond of Change, though ne'er fo dearly bought. 
Our Tribes out-ftrip the Youth's Ambitious Thought ; 
His fwifteft Hopes with fwifter Homage meet, 
And crowd their fervile Necks beneath his Feet. 
Thus to his Aid while prelfing Tides repair. 
He mounts and fpreads his Streamers in the Air. 
The Charms of Empire might his Youth mif-lead, 
Eut what can our befotted Ifrael plead ? 
Sway'd by a Monarch, whofe ferene Command 
Seems half the Blefling of our promis'd Land, 
Whofe only Grievance is excefs of Eafe ; 
freedom our Pain, and Plenty our Difeafe '. 
Tet, as all Folly would lay claim to Senfe, 
And Wickednefs ne'er wanted a Pretence, 
With Arguments they'd make their Treafon good. 
And righteous David's Self with Slanders load ; 
That Arts of foreign Sway he did afteft. 
And guilty Jebufites from Law prcteft, 
Whofe very Chiefs, convift, were never freed, 
Kay we have feen their Sacxificers bleed I 
Accufcrs Infamy is urg'd in vain^ 
While in the bounds of Senfe they did contain. 
But foon they launcht into th' unfathom'd Tid*, 
And in the Depths tliey knew difdain'd to Ride> 
For probable Difcoveries to difpence. 
Was thought below a penfion'd Evidence,; 
Mere Truth was dull, nor fuited with the^Port 
Of pamper'd Corah^ when a^vanc'd to Court, 
No lefs than Wonders now they will impofe. 
And Projects void of Grace or Senfe difclofe. 
Such was the Charge on pious Michal brought^ 
Michal that ne'er was cruel ev'n in Thought, 
The bell of Qiieens, and moft obedient Wife, 
Impeach'd of cmH Defigns on David's Life I 

Miscellany Poems^ 7 

His Life, the Theme of her eternal Pray'r, 

*Tis fcarcc Co much his Guardian Angels Cvire^ 

Not Summer Morns fuch Mildnefs c:in difclole. 

The Hemton Lilly, nor the Siutron Kofe. 

Ncglefting each vain Tomp of Majefty, 

Tranfported Michal feeds her Thoughts on high. 

She lives with Angels, and as Angels do, 

Quits Heav'n fometimes to blcfs the World below. 

Where, cheri/ht by her Bounties plenteous Spring, 

Reviving Widows fmile, and Orphans O.n^. 

Oh I when rebellious Ijraei's Ciimes at height. 

Arc thrcatned with her Lord's approaching Fate, 

The Piety of Muhal then remain 

Jn Heaven's Remembrance, and prolong his Rciga, 

Lefs Defolation did the Peft purfue, 
That from Dah^s limits to Betrjhei/A flew, 
Lefs fatal the repeated Wars of Trrr, 
And lefs ferufalem*s avenging Fire. 
With gentler Terrour the!~e our State o'er-ran,. 
Than iince our Evidencing Days begvw ! 
On every Cheek a pale Confuhon fat, 
Cominu'd Fear Beyond the wcxft of Fate I 
Truft was no more, Art, Science, ufelefs m&de> 
All Occupations loft, but Corah's Trade, 
Mean while a Guard on modeft Cor^ih wait, 
If not for fafety, needful yet for State. 
Well might he deem each Peer and Prince his Slave ?: 
And Lord it o'er the Tribes which he could Save : 

Ev'n Vice in him was Virtue v/hat fad Fate 

But for his Honefty had feiz'd our State? 

And with what Tyranny had we been curft, 

Had Corah never prov'd a Villain firft ? 

T' have told his Knowledge of th' Intrigue in grofs 

Had been, alas, to our Deponent's lofs : 

The travell'd Levite had th' Experience got, 

To husband well, and make the beft of's Plot i 

And therefore like an Evidence of skill, 

Wuh v^iic Kefcives fecur'd his Pcriiou flill j 

8 Tl'^ Second Part <jf 

Nor quite of future Pow'r himfeJf bereft. 
But Limbo's large for Unbelievers left. 
And now his Writ fuch Reverence had got, 
'Twas worfe than Plotting to fufpeft his Plot. 
Some were fo well convinc'd, they made no doubt 
Themfelves to help the founder'd Swearers out. 
Some had their Senfe impos'd on by their Fear, 
Eut more for Int'reft fake believe and fwear : 
Ev'n to that height with forae the Frenzy grew. 
They rag'd to find their Danger not prove true. 

Yet, thaa all thefe a Viler Crew remain, 
^Vho with ^chitophel the Cry maintain j 
Not urg'd by Fear, nor through mifguided Senle, 
j[ Blind Zeal, and ftarving Need had fome pretence) 
Put for the Good Old Caufe that did excite 
Th' Original Rebels Wiles, Revenge and Spight. 
Thefe raife the Plot, to have the Scandal thrown 
Upon the bright Succeflbut of the Crown, 
>Vhore Virtue with fuch Wrongs they had purfii'd, 
As feem'd all hope of Pardon to exclude. 
Thus, while on private Ends their Zeal is built. 
The cheated Crowd applaud and tharc their Guilt, 

Such Pradices as thefe, too grofs to lye 
Xong unobferv'd by each difcerning Eye, 
The more judicious Ifraelites Unfpell'd, 
Though ftill the Charm the giddy Rabble held, 
JEv'n ^hfalom amidft the dazliug Beams 
Of Empire, and Ambition's flattering Dreams, 
Perceives the Plot (too foul to be excus'd) 
To aid Defigns, no lefs permcious, us'd. 
And (Filial Senfe yet ftriving in his Bread) 
Thus to KAchiio^htl his Doubts expreft. 

Why are my Thoughts upon a Crown employed. 
Which once obtain'd, can be but half enjoy'dJ 
Not fo when Virtue did my Arms require, 
And to my Father's Wars I flew intire. 
My Regal Pow'r how will my Foes refent, 
Wheu i my Self have fcaice my own Conlent J 

Miscellany Poems; 9 

Give me a Son's unblemilht Truth agnin, 
Or quench rhe Sparks of Duty that remain. 
How flight to force a Tluone that Legions guard | 
The Task tome; to prove 'Jnjiift, how hard! 
And if th' imagined Guilt thus wound my Thought, 
What will it when the Tragick Scene is wrought? 
Dire War rauft firft be conjur'd from below. 
The Realm we'd Rule, we firll muft Overthrow j 
And when the Civil Furies are on wing **- 

That blind and undiftinguilht Slaughters fling, ( 
Who knows what impious chance may reach the C 
King? 3- 

Oh I rather let me Perilh in the Strife, 
Than have my Crown the Price of DavicCs Life! 
Or if the Tempeft of the War he ftand, 
In Peace, fomc vile officious Villain's Hand 
His Soul's anointed Temple may invade. 
Or, preft by clamorous Crowds, my Self be made 
His Murthcrer; rebellious Crowds, whole Guilt 
Shall dread his Vengeance till his Blood befpilt. 
W-iiich if my Filial Tendernefs oppofc. 
Since to ihe Empire by their Arms I rofe. 
Thole very Arms on me Ihall be cmploy'd, 
A new Uliirper Crown'd, and I Dcftroy'd : 
The fame Pretence of Publick Good will hold, -^ 
And new ^chitophels be found as bold S 

To urge the needful Change, peihaps the Old. ^ 

He laid. The Statefman with a Smile replies, 
(A Smile that did his riling Spleen difguifc) 
My Tiioughts prefum'd our Labours at an End, 
And ace we ftill with Confcience to contend ^ 
Whofe Want in Kings, as needful is allo'.\'d, 
As 'tis for them to rind it in the Crowd. 
Far in the doubtful Paflage you are gone, 
And only can be iafe by prelling on. 
The Crown's true Heir, a Prince fcvere and wife, 
Has viewM your Motions long with jealous Eyes: 
"Your Perfon's Charms, your more prevailing Arc.i-j 
Aud maiU'd youx Piogtefs in the Peoples Hwuts, 
. S 5 

tt) The Secoitp Part of 

Whofe Patience h th' cfteft of ftinted Povv*r, 
But treafures Vengeance for the fatal Hour, 
And if remote the Peril he can bring, 
lour prefent Danger's greater from the King. 
Let not a Parent's Name deceive your Senfe, 
Nor truft the Father in a jealous Prince! 
Your trivial Paults if he could fo refent, 
To doom you little lefs than Banifliment, 
What Rage muft your Prefumption fince inspire ? 
Againft his Orders your Return from Tyre ? 
Nor only fo, but with a Pomp more high. 
And open Court of Popularity, 

The Faftious Tribes And this Reproof from thee* 

(The Prince replies) O Statefman's winding Skill,. 

They firft condemn that firft advis'd the 111 ! 

liluftrious Youth (return'd yAchito^'hel) 

Mifconftrue not the Words that mean you well. 

The Courfe you fteer I worthy Blame conclude. 

Bat 'tis becaufe you leave it unpurfu'd. 

A Monarch's Crown with Fate furrounded lies, 

Who reach, lay hold on Death that mifs thcPrizet 

Did you for this expofe your felf to fhow. 

And to the Crowd bow popularly low ! 

For this your glorious Progrefs next ordain. 

With Chariots, Horfemen, and a numerous TraiitJ 

With Fame before you like the Morning Star, 

And Shouts of Joy faluting from afar? 

Oh from the Heights you've reach'd but take a VieW| 

Scarce leading Lacifer cou'd fall like you I 

And muft I here my Ship-wrackt Arts bemoan? 

Have 1 for this fo oft made Ifrael groan I 

Your fingle Intcreft with the Nation weigh'd. 

And turn'd the Scale where your Dcfires were laid I 

Ev'n when at Helm a Courfe fo dang'rous mov'd 

To Land your Hopes, as my Removal proy'd, 

I not difpute (the Royal Youth replies) 
The known Perfeftion of your Policies, 
Nor in yAchitophel yet grudge or blame. 
The Piivilcge that Statefmcn ever cUim j 


^ho private Interctl never yet purfu'd, 
But ftill pretended 'twas for others good : 
What rolitician yet e'er fcap'd his Fate, 
Who faving his own Neck not fav'd the St:m ? 
From hence on ev'ry hum'rous Wind that vecr'd. 
With Hiifted Sails a fev'ral Coucfc you ftcet'd. 
What Foim of Sway did David e'er purfuc, 
That feem'd like Abfolute, but fprung from you? 
Who x your Inrtancc qualht each penal Law, 
That kept diHcnting Fattious Jews in awe j 
And who fufpends fixt Laws, may abrogate. 
That done, form New, and fo enilave the State, 
Ev'n Property, whofe Champion now you ft.v;;d. 
And feem for this the Idol of the Land, 
Did ne'er fullain fuch Violence before, 
As when your Counfel fhut the P.oyal Store j 
Advice, that Ruine to whole Tribes procur'd. 
But fccret kept till your own Banks fecur'd. 
Recount with this the trippje Cov'uant broke. 
And Ifrae! fitted for a Foreign Yoke j 
Nor here your Counfcls fatal Progrefs (laid, 
Bitt fent out levied Po\vers to Pharaof/s Aid* 
Hence Tyre and Ifraef, low in Ruins laid. 
And E;irpt once their Scorn, their common Terrour 
Ev'n yet of fuch a Seafon we can dream, [made. 
When Royal Rights you made your darling Themt. 
For Pow'r unlimited cou'd Reafons draw. 
And place Prerogative above the Law ; 
Which on your fall from Office grew Unjufl, 
The Laws made King, the King a Slave in Tru'^ ; 
Whom with Srate-craft (to lat'reft only true) 
You now accufe of Ills contriv'd by you. 

To this Hell's Agent Royal Youth, fix here. 

Let Int'rcft be the Star by which you fteer. 
Hence to repofe your Truft in me was wife,. 
Whofc Int'reft moft in your Advancement lyej,- 
A Tyc fo firm as always will avail, 
Whcafiicndil.ifj Nature andRcligioa fwlj- 

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On ours the Safety of the Crowd depends, 

Secure the Crowd, and we obtain our Ends, 

Whom I will caufc fo far our Guilt to fhare. 

Till they are made our Champions by their Fear. 

What Oppofition can your Rival bring. 

While Sanhedrims are jealous of the King ? 

His Strength as yet in DavicCs Friendlhip lyes, 

And what can DaviWs Self without Supplies ? 

Who with Exclufive Bills muft now difpence, 

Debar the Heir, or ftarve in his Defence. 

Conditions which our Elders ne'er wll quit, 

Aad David's Juftice never can admit. 

Or forc'd by Wants his Brother to betray. 

To your Ambition next he clears the way ; 

For if SuccelTion once to Nought they bring. 

Their next Advance removes the prefent King : 

Perfiftjng elfe his Senates to diflblve, 

In equal Hazard fhall his Reign involve. 

Our Tribes, whom Pharaoh's Pow'r fo much alarms, 

Shall rife without their Prince t'oppofe his Armsj. 

Nor boots it on what Caufe at firft they join. 

Their Troops once up, axe Tools for our Defign. 

At leaft fuch fubtle Covenants Ihall be made. 

Till Peace it felf is War in Mafquerade. 

Alfociations of Myfterious Senfe, 

Againft, but Teeming for, the King*s Defence: 

Ev'n on their Courts of Juftice Fetters draw, 

And from our Agents muzzle up their Law. 

By which, a Conqueft if wc fail to make, 

*Tis a drawn Game at worft, and we fecure our Stake. 

He faid, and for the dire Succefs depends 
On various Seds, by common Guilt made Friends. 
Whofe Heads, though ne'er fo diff 'ring in their Creed, 
I'th' point of Treafon yet were well agreed. 
*Mongft thefe, extorting Ijbban firft appears, 
Purfu'd b'a meager Troop of Bankrupt Heirs. 
Bleft Times, when Ijhban, he whofe Occupation 
So long has been to Cheat, Refouus the Natioa! 

M r S C E L L A N Y Fo E M S. 1 /. 

Jfliban of Confclencc fuited to his Trade, 
As good a Saint as Ufurer e'er made. 
Tct Mummon has not fo engroft him quite. 
But BeliiilVcXys as large a Claim of Spightj 
Who, for thofc Pardons from his Prince he draws. 
Returns Reproaches, and cries up the Caufe. 
That Year ia which the City he did fway. 
He left Rebellion in a hopeful way. 
Yet his Ambition once was found fo bold, 
To offer Talents of Extorted Goldj 
Cou'd David's Wants have fo been brib'd to flume 
And fcandalize our Peerage with his Name j 
For which, his dear Sedition he'd forfwear, 
And e'en turn Loyal to be made a Peer, 
Next him, let Railing T{al;/heka have place^r 
So full of Zeal he has no need of Grace j 
A Saint that can both Fledi and Spirit ule. 
Alike haunt Conventicles and the Stews : 
Of whom the Qiieftion difficult appears, 
If moft i' th' Preachers or the Bawds Arrears, 
What Caution cou'd appear too much in him 
That keeps the Treafure of JerufaUm \ 
Let DavicCs Brother but approach the Town, 
Double our Guards (he cries) We are undone. 
Protefting that he dares not Sleep in's Bed 
Lc/i he jhoii'd rife next Morn vjithout his HeaM, 
Next thefe, a Troop of bulle Spirits prefs. 
Of little Fortunes, and of Confcience lefs j 
With them the Tribe, whofe Luxury had drain'd 
Their Banks, in former Sequeftrations gain'd ; 
Who Rich and Great by part Rebellions grew. 
And long to fifh the troubled Streams anew. 
Some future Hopes, fome prefent Payment drawsj 
To fell their Confcience and efpoufe the Caufe. 
Such Stipends thofe vile Hirelings bed befit, 
Priefts without Grace, and Poets without Wit. 
Shall that falfe Hcbronite efcape our Curfe, 
Judasi tha: kee^s the Rebels Pcnfion-Puife 3 

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Judas that pays the Treafon-writ€r''s Fee, 
Judas that well deferves his Namefake's Tfee^ 
Who at JerufaUrfi's own Gates ereds 
His College for a Nurfery of Sc(fts. 
"Young Prophets with an early Care fecures. 
And with the Dung of his own Arts manures. 
What have the Men of Hebrtn here to do ? 
What part in Ifrael's promis'd Land have you I 
Here Phalei the Laj-Hel/rotute is come, 
'Caufe like the reft he cou'd not live at Home 5 
Who from his own Pofleffions cou'd not drain 
An Onnr even of HebroJihip} Grain, 
Here ftruts it like a Patriot, and talks high 
Of injur'd Subjeds, alter'd Property: 
An Emblem of that buzzing Infeft juft. 
That mounts the Wheel, and thinks flie raifes Duft^ 
Can dry Bones live? or Skeletons produce 
The Vital Warmth of Cuckoldizing Juice? 
Slmi Phalcg cou'd, and at the Tabic fed, 
Return'd the grateful Produ£t to the Bed. 
A Waiting-man to Traveling Nobles chofe. 
He, his own Laws, wou'd fawcily impofe j 
'Till Baftinado'd back again he went. 
To learn thofe Manners he to teach was fent, 
^Chaftiz'd he ought to have retreated Home, 
But he reads Politicks to ylbfabm. 
For never Hebromtc, though kick'd and fcorn'd,, 
To his own Country willingly return'd. 
- — But leaving famifli'd Thaleg to be fed. 
And to talk Tceafon for his daily Bread, 
Let Hebron, nay let Hell produce a Man 
So made for Mifchief as Ben-Jochanan, 
A Je-w of Humble Parentage was He, 
By Trade a Levite, though of low Degree ; 
His Pride no higher than the Desk afpir'd. 
But for the Drudgery of Priefts was hir'd 
To Read and Pray in Linen Ephod brave, 
And piTck up fingle Shekels fiom the Grave, 

M I S C E L L A N Y P Ei.t Sr. If 

Married at laft, but finding Charge come faftcr. 

He cou'd not live by God, but chang'd his Maftcr ; 

Infpii'd by W:inr, was made a Fadious Tool, 

They got a Villain, and we lofl a Fool. 

Still violent, whatever Caufe he took, 

Bur moft againft the Party he forfook. 

For Rcnegadocs, who ne*er turn by halves, 

Are bound in Confcicnce to be double Knaves. 

So this rrofe-Prophet took moft monftrous P.iinSj 

To let his Maftcrs fee he earn'd his Gains. 

But as the Dcv'l owes all his Imps a Shame, 

He chofe th' .Apo-iate for his proper Theme j 

With little Pains he made the Pifture true. 

And from Reflexion took the Rogue he drew.' 

A wondrous Wovk, to prove the JcwifJj Nation 

In every Age a Murmurin-g Generation i 

To trace 'cm from their Infancy of Sinning, 

And flicw 'em Factious from their firft Beginning. 

To prove they cou'd Rebel, and Rail, and Mock> 

Much to the Credit of the Chofen Flock j 

A ftrong Authority which muft convince. 

That Saints own no Allegiance to their Prince, 

As 'tis a Leading-Card to make a Whore, 

To prove her Mother had turn'd up before. 

But, tell me, did the drunken Patriarch blefs 

The Son that ftiew'd his Father's Nakednefs? 

Such Thanks the prefent Church thy Pen will give, 

Which proves Rebellion was fo Primitive. 

Muft Ancient Failings be Examples made ? 

Then Murtherers from C^-tin may learn their Trade. 

As thou the Heathen and the Saint haft drawn, 

Methinks th' Appftate was the better Man; 

And thy hot Fmhcr (waving my refpccl) 

Not of a Mother Church, but of a Seft. 

And fuch he needs muft be of thy Inditing, 

This comes of drinking Aflcs Milk and Writin?J 

If Tialack^^nonXA be call'd to leave his place, 

(As Piofit ii the loudcft Call of Grace) 

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His Temple difpoirefs'd of one, would be 
JtCplenifti'd with feven Devils more by thee. 

Leviy thou art a load, I'll lay thee down. 
And (hew Rebellion bare, without -jl Gown j 
Toor Slaves in Metre, Dull and Addle-pated, 
Who Rhime below ev'n Dav!d''s Pfalms tranflated. 
Some in my fpeedy pace I muft out-run, 
As Jame Me^hibop^eth the Wifard's Son: 
To make quick way I'll leap o'er heavy Blocks, 
Shun rotten Vzjz.a as I would the Pox j 
And haften Og and Doeg to rehearfe, 
Two Fools that Crutch their feeble Senfe onVcife:^ 
Who by my Mufe to all fucceeding times. 
Shall live in fpight of their own Dogrel Rhimes. 

Doeg, though without knowing how or why. 
Made ftill a blundring kind of Melody j 
Spurred boldly on, and dafli'd thro' Thick and Thin, 
Through Senfe and Non-fenfe, never out nor in ; 
Free from all Meaning, whether Good or Bad, 
And in one Word, Heroically Mad : 
He was too warm on Picking-woik to dwell, -\ 

But F^ggotted his Notions as they fell, > 

And if they Rhim'd and Rattl'd, all was well. ^ 
Spightful he is not, though he wrote a Satyr, 
For ftill there goes fome r/.'i//J<^«^ to lU-Natuie; 
He needs no more than Birds and Beafts to think> 
Ail his Occailons are to Eat and Drink. 
If he call Rogue and Rafcal from a Garrat, 
He means you no more Mifchief than a Parrat: : 
The words for Friend and Foe alike were made. 
To. fetter 'em in Verfc is all his Trade. 
For Almonds he'll cry Whore to his own Mother i 
And call Young ^bjalom King David* s Brother. 
Let him be Gallows-free by my Confent, 
And nothing Suffer ilnce he nothing Meant j 
Hanging fuppofes Human Soul and Reafon, 
This Animal's below committing Treafon: 
Shall he be hang'd who never could Rebel? 
That's a piefeimeiit fox ^chito^hel. 

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The Woman that committed Buggary, 
Was rightly fcntenc'd by the Lav to die ; 
But 'twas hard Fate that to the Gallows led 
The Dog, that never heard the Statute read» 
Railing in other Men may be a Crime, 
But ought to pals tor mere Inftind in him: 
Inllind he follows and no farther knows, 
For to write Vcrfe with hint is to TrAftfprofe. 
'Twcre pity Treafon at his Door to lay, 
Who mak^s HcAven^s Gate a Lock to its oivn Key .* 
Let him Rail on, let his invedive Mufe 
Have four and twenty Letters to abufe, 
VShich if he jumbles to one Line of Senfc, 
Indict him of a Capital Offence. 
In Fire-works give him leave to vent his Spight, 
Thofe are the only Serpents he can wiitc j 
The height of his Ambition is, we know, 
But to be Mafter of a Puppet-Hiow, 
On that one Stage his Works may yet appear. 
And a Month's Harveft keeps him all the Year. 

Now flop your Ncfes, Readers, all and fome, -y 
For here's a Tun of Midnight-work to come, j»- 
0^ from a Treafon Tavern rowiing Home. ^ 

Round as a Globe, and Liquor'd ev'ry chink, 
Goodly and great he fails behind his Link-; 
With all this bulk there's nothing loft in Og^ 
For ev'ry inch that is not Fool is Rogue : 
A monftrous Mafs of foul corrupted Matter, 
As all the Devils had fpew'd to make the Batter. 
When wine has given him Courage to Blafpheme, 
He curfes God, but God before curft him; 
And if man cou'd have rcafon, none has mote. 
That made his Taunch fo rich and him fo poor. 
With wealth he was not trufted, for Heav'n knew 
What 'twas of old to pamper up a Jevj ; 
To what wou'd he on Qiiail and Phcafant fwell, 
That cv'n on Tripe and Carrion could rebel ? 
But though Heav'n made him poor, (with rev'rence 
He never was a Poet of God's makings [fpeaking,) 

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The Midwife laid her hand on his thick Skulf^ 
With this Prophetick Blefling---Sc thou DvAl; 
Drink, fwear and roar, forbear no lewd Delight 
Fir for thy bulk, do any thing bur write: 
Thou art of lifting Make, like thoughtlefs Men, 
A ftrong Nativity — but for the Pen y 
Eat Opium, mingle Arfenick in thy drink. 
Still thou mayft live, avoiding Pen and Ink. 
1 fee, I fee, 'tis Counfel given in vain, 
Por Treafon botcht in Rhime will be thy banej 
Rhime is the Rock on which thou art to wreck, 
'Tis fatal to thy Fame and to thy Neck : 
Why ihoald thy Metre good ¥.xnpDavid Waft ^ 
A Pfalm of his will furely be thy laft. 
toar'ft tho« prefiime in Verfe to meet thy Foes, 
Thou whom the penny Pamphlet foil'd in Profe J 
£>oeg, whom God for Maukind^s mirth has made,. 
O'er-tops thy Talent in thy very trade ; 
JDeeg to thee, thy paintings are fo coarfe, 
A Poet ij, though he's the Poet's Horfe. 
A double Noofe thou on thy Neck doft pull 
For writing Tieafon, and for writing dull j 
To die for Faftion is a common evil. 
But to be hang'd for Nonfenfe is the Devil : 
Hadft thou the Glories of thy King expreft, 
Thy Praifes had been Satyr at the bcft j 
But thou in clumfie Verfe, unlickt, tmpointed, 
Haft fliamefully defy'd the Lord's anointed : 
1 will not rake the Dunghill of thy Crimes, 
For who would read thy Life that reads thyBJiimes^ 
But of King Ddi-icfs Foes, be thfs the Doom, 
May all be like the Young-man ^bfalom ; 
And for my Foes may this their Bleffing be, 
To talk like Doeg, and to write like thee. 
sAchitophel f.xch. Rank, Degree and Age, 
For varioss ends, negleds not to engage ; 
The wife and rich for Purfe and Counfel brought. 
The Fools and Beggars for their Number fought: 

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who yet not only on the Town depends, 
Por ev'n in Court the Faftion had its Friends; 
Thcfc thought the Places they poflcft too fmall. 
And in their hearts wilht Court and King to fall : 
Whofc Names theMufc difdaining, holds i'th* Dark, 
Thruft in the Villain Herd without a Mark i 
With rarafites and Libel-fpawning Imps, 
Intriguing Fops, dull Jefters, and worfe Pimps, 
Difdain the Rafcal Rabble to purfue, 
Their fet Cabals are yet a viler Crew ; 
See where involv'd in common fmoak they fit ; 
Some for our Mirth, fome for our Satyr fit : 
Thefe gloomy, thoughtful, and on Mifchief bent, 
While thofe for mere good Fellowdiip frequent 
Th' appointed Club, can let Sedition pafs, 
Senfe, Nonfenfe, any thing t' employ the Glafs j, 
And who believe ia their dull honeft Hearts, 
The Reft talk Tieafon but to iliew their Tarts ; 
Who ne'er had Wit or Will for Miichief yet, 
But pleas'd to be reputed of a Set, 

But in the Sacred Annals of our Plot, 
Indullrious ^ T{0 D never be forgot : 
The Labours of this Midnight-Magiftrate, 
May Vic with Coral/s to preferve the State. 
In fearch of Arms, he fail'd not to lay hold 
On War's moft powerful dang'rous Weapon, GOLDg 
And laft, to take from Jehujites all Odds, 
Their Altars piUagM, ftolc their very Gods ; 
Oft would he Cry, when Treafure he furpriz'd, 
*Tis Baulifh Gold in David* j- Co^n DifguWd. 
Which to his Houfe with richer K^licjues came. 
While Lumber Idols only fed the Flame: 
For our wife Rabble ne'er took pains t' enquire. 
What 'twas he burnt, fo't made a roufing Fire. 
With which our Elder was enricht no more 
Than Falfc Cehaz,i with the Syridn*s Store ; 
So poor, that when our Chufing-Tribcs were racf> 
Ev'a foi his Stinking Votes he ran in Debt 5 

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For Meat the Wicked, and as Authors thinR, 
The Saints he chous*d for his Elefting Drink y 
Tlius ev'ry Shift and fubtle Method paft, 
And All to be no Zal^n at the laft. 

Now, rais'd on Tyre'i fad Ruins, Pharash^s Pride 
:Soar'd high, his Legions thrcatning far and wide j. 
As when a batt'ring Storm ingeudred high, 
By Winds upheld, hangs hov'ring in the Sk/i 
Is gaz'd upon by ev'ry trembling Swain, 
This for his Vineyard fears, and that his Grain j 
Tor blooming Plants, andFlow'rsnew opening, Thcfcr 
Poi Lambs yean'd lately, and far-Iab'ring Bcesj 
To guard his Stock each to the Gods docs call, 
Uncertain where the Fire-charg'd Clouds will fail : 
Ev'n fo the doubtful Nations watch his Arms, 
With Terror each expefting his Alarms. 
^here Jitdah, where was now thy Lyon*s Roar? 
Thou only cou'dft the Captive Lands reftore ; 
Btit Thou, with inbred Broils and f aftion preft. 
Prom Egypt need'ft a Guardian with the reft. 
Thy Prince from Sanhedrims no Truft allow'd, 
Too much the Reprefenters of the Crowd, 
Who for their own Defence give no Supply, 
But what the Crown*s Prerogatives muft buy :. 
As if their Monarch's Rights to violate 
More needful were, than to preferve the State ! 
From prefent Dangers they divert their Carc» 
And all their Fears are of the Royal Heirj 
Whom now the reigning Malice of his Foes, 
Unjudg'd would Sentence, and e*er Crown'd, Depofe. 
Religion the Pretence, but their Decree 
To bar his Reign, whate'er his Faith fhall be ! 
By Sanhedrims, and clam'rous Crowds, thus preft 
What Paflions rent the Righteous David* s Breaft ? 
Who knows not how t* oppofe, or to comply, 
Unjuft to Grant, and dangerous to Deny ! 
How near in this dark Jun£^ure Ifract's Fate, 
."WJiofe Peace one folc Lxpedient could cicatCj 

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which yet th' extrcameft Virtue did require, 

Ev'n of that Prince whole Downf;il they conrpitc ! 

His Abfence David does with Tears advile 

T' appeafe tlieir Rage. Undaunted He complies ; 

Thus he who prodigal of Blood and Eafe, • 

A Royal Life expos'd to Winds and Seas, 

At once contending with the Waves and Fire, 

And heading Danger in the wars of Tyre, 

Inglorious now forfakes his Native Sand, 

And like an Exile quits the proniis'd Land* 

Oui Monarch fcarce from pre (Ting Tears refrains, 

And painfully his Royal State maintains, 

Who now embracing on th' extrcmeft Shore 

Alraoft revokes what he injoin*d before : 

Concludes at laft more Truft to be allow'd 

To Storms and Seas, than to the raging Crowd I 

Forbear, rafli Mufe, the parting Scene to draw, 

"With iilence charm'd as deep as theirs that faw ! 

Not only our attending Nobles weep, 

But hardy Sailors fwcll with Tears the Deep I 

The Tide reftrain'd her Courfe, and more amazMj 

The Twm-ftars on the Royal Brothers gaz'd : 

While this fole fear 

Does trouble to our fuff'ring Heroc bring. 
Left next the popular Rage opprefs the King I 
Thus parting, each for th' other's Danger griev'd. 
The Shore the King, and Seas the Prince receiv'd. 
Go injur'd Heroe, while propitious gales, 
Soft as thy Conlbrt's breath, infpire thy fails j 
Well may flie truft her beauties on a flood, 
Where thy triumphant Fleets fo oft have rode! 
^afe on thy breaft redin'd her Reft be deep, 
Rockt like a Nereid by the Waves a-fleep j 
While happieft dreams her fancy entertain. 
And to fjy/ Fields convert the Main I 
Go injur'd Heroe, while the (hores of Tyre 
At thy approach fo filent Ihall admire, 
Who on thy thunder ftill their thoughts imploy, 
•Ajid greet thy Landing with a trembling Joy, 

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On Heroes thus the Prophet's Fate is throwii> 
Admir'd by ev'ry Nation but their own ; 
Yet while our factious Je-ws his Worth deny. 
Their aking Confcience gives their Tongue the liia| 
Xv'n in the worft of Men the nobleft Parts 
<:onfefs him, and he triumphs in their Hearts, 
Whom to his King the beft Refpefts commend 
Of Subjeft, Soldier, Kinfman, Prince and Friend ; 
All facred Names of moft divine Efteem> 
And to Perfection all fuftain'd by him, 
Wife, Juft and Conftanr, Courtly without Aitj^ 
Swift to difcern and to reward Defertj 
Ko hour of his in fruitlefs Eafe deftroy'd, 
r,ut on the nobleft Subjeft's ftill employ'd: 
Whofe fteddy Soul ne'er learnt to feparatc 
Between his Monarch's Int'reft and the State, 
But heaps thofe Bleflings on the Royal Head, 
Which he well knows muft be on Subjefts fhed. 

On what Pretence cou'd then the Vulgar RagC 
Againft his Worth, and native Rights engage 8 
Religious Fears their Argument are made, 
JXeligious Fears his facred Rights invade 1 
Of future Supetftition they complain. 
And Jebufitick^ Worfhip in his Reign : 
With fuch Alarms his Foes the Crowd deceive, 
With Dangers fright, which not themfelves belieVf^ 

Since nothing can our facred Rites remove, 
Whatc'er the Faith of the Succeflbur prove : 
Our Jevjs their Ark fliall undifturb'd retain. 
At leaft while their Religion is their Gain, 
Who know by old Experience Baal^s Commands 
Not only claim'd their Confcience, but their Lands j 
They grudge God's Tythes,how therefore fliall they 
An Idol full pofleffion of the Field? [yield 

Grant fuch a Prince enthron'd, we muft confefs 
The Peoples fuft 'rings than that Monarch's left. 
Who muft to hard Conditions ftill be bound, 
Aftd fox hK Qiiict with the Ciow4 ^oippou&4 i 

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Or fliOuM his Thoughts to Tyranny incline. 
Where are the Means to corapafs the Defign? 
•Out Crown's Revenues are too Ihott a ftore. 
And jealous Sauhediims wou'd give no more. 

As vain our fears of Eppt''s potent Aid, 
Not fo has Pharoah karnt Ambition's trade. 
Nor ever with fuch meafures can comply. 
As fliock the common Rules of Policy ; 
None dread like him the growth of >/rrtf /'s Kingi 
And he alone fufficient Aids can bring j 
Who knows that Prince to F^ypr can give Law, 
That on our ftubborn Tribes his Yoke cou'd dravr. 
At fuch profound Expence he feas not flood, 
Nor dy'd for this his Hands fo deep in Blood j [take, 
Wou'd ne'er through wrong and right his Progress 
Grudge his own Reft, and keep the World awake, 
To fix a lawleis Prince on Judai/s Throne, 
pirft to invade our Rights, and then his Ownj 
His dear-gain'd Conquefts cheaply to defpoil. 
And reap thcharvcft of his Crimes and ToiL 
We grant his Wealth vaft as our Ocean's Sandj 
And curfe its fatal Influence on our Land, 
Which our biib'd Je-ws fo num'roufly partake. 
That ev'n an Koft his Penlloners wou'd make j 
from thefc Deceivers our Divifions fpring, 
Our wcaknefs, and the growth of f^v^-r's King 5 
Thefe with pretended Friendlliip to the State, 
Out Crowd's fufpicion of tlieir Prince create, 
Both pleas'd and frighten'd with the fpecious cry", 
To guard their facred Rights and Property j 
To Ruin, thus, the chofen Flock arc fold. 
While Wolves are ta'en for Guardians oftheFold^ 
Seducd by thcfe, we groundlefly complain. 
And loath the Manna of a gentle Reign: 
Thus our Fore-fathers crooked Paths are trod, 
^e truft oui Prince, no more than they their God, 
But all in \ain our Reafoning Prophets preach. 
To thoi< whom iiii £xpexiea^ nc'ex cquM teach. 

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who can commence new Broils in bleeding Scaw, 
And frefh Remembrance of inteltine Wars ; 
When the fame houfliold mortal Foes did yield. 
And Brothers ftain'd with Brothers Blood the Field } 
When Sons curft Steel the Fathers gore did ftain. 
And Mothers mourn'd for Sons by Fathers flain I 
When thick, as Egyft^s Locufts on the Sand, [Land, 
Our Tribes lay flaughter'd through the promis'd 
Whofe few Surviveis with worfe Fate remain, 
To drag the Bondage of a Tyrant's Reign : 
Which Scene of woes, unknowing we renew. 
And madly, ev'n thofe ills we fear, purfucj 
While Pharoah laughs at our Domeftick broils. 
And fafely crowds his Tents with Nations fpoils. 
yet our fierce Sanhedrim, in reftlefs Rage, 
Againft our abfent Heroe ftill engage, 
And chiefly urge, (fuch did their frenzy prove,) 
The only Suit their Trince forbids to move, 
Which till obtain'd, they ceafe Affairs of State, 
And real Dangers wave, for groundlefs Hate. 
Long David's Patience waits relief to bring. 
With all th' Indulgence of a lawful King, 
Xxpefting till the troubled Waves would ceafe, 
But found the raging Billows ftill increafe. 
The Crowd, whofe Infolence forbearance fwells, 
While he forgives too far, almoft Rebels. 
At laft his deep Refentments filence broke, 
Th' Imperial Talacc fliook, while thus he fpoke. 
Then Juftice wake, and Rigour take her time, 
For io ! our Mercy is become out Crime. 
While halting Puniflmient her ftroke delays, 
Our Sov'reign Right, Heav'ns facred Truift, decays; 
Tor whofe fupport ev'n Subjefts Int-erefl: calls, 
Wo ! to that Kingdom where the Monarch falls. 
That Prince who yields the leaft of regal Sway, 
So far his Peoples Freedom does betray. 
Right lives by Law, and Law fubfifts by Pow*r ; 
J^ifarm the Shepherd, Wolves the flock devour. 


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HAtd lot of Empire o'er ;i ftubborn Race, 
W'luch HcAv'n it felf in vain has try' d with Grace'. 
^Vhen will our Reafon's long-charm'd Eyes imclofe. 
And I.r.ul judge between her Friends and Foes J 
When fhiUl we fee expii'd Deceiveis fway. 
And credit what our God and Monarchs fay? 
DiUcmbled Patriots brib'd with Egypt's Gold, 
Ev'n Sanhedrims in blind Obedience hold; 
Thofe Patriots faTniood in their At^ions fee. 
And judge by the pernicious Fruit the Tree; 
If ought for which fo loudly they declaim, 
Religion, Laws, and Freedom, were their aim ; 
Our Senates in due Methods they had led, 
T' avoid thofe Mifchicfs which they feem'd to dread ; 
But firft e'er yet they propt the finking State, 
T' impeach and charge, as urg'd by private Hatej 
Proves that they ne'er bcliev'd the fears they preft. 
But barb'roufly deftroy'd the Nation's Reft I 
O ! whither will ungovern'd Senates drive, 
And to what Bounds licentious Votes arrive ? 
When their Injuftice, we are preft to fhare, 
The Monarch urg'd t' exclude the lawful Heir ; 
Arc Princes thus diftinguilli'd from the Crowd, 
And this the Privilege of Royal Blood? 
But grant we fliou'd confirm the Wrongs they prefs, 
His Sufferings yet were, than the Peoples, lefs ; 
Condemn'd for life the murdMng Sword to wield. 
And on their Heirs entail a bloody Field: 
Thus madly their own Freedom they betray. 
And for th' Opprellion, which they fear, make way ; 
Succeflion fixt by Heav'n, the Kingdom's Bar, 
Which once diflblv'd, admits the Flood of War j 
Wafte, Rapine, Spoil, without, th' aflault begin, 
And our mad Tribes fupplant the fence within. 
Since then their good they will not underftand, 
I *Tis time to take the Monarch's Pow'r in handj 
Autliority, and Force to join with skill. 
And C^ive the LunaticJ;s a^ainft their will. 
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26 The Second Part of 

The fame rough means that fwage the Crowd, appeafe 
Our Senates raging with the Crowd's difeafe. 
Henceforth unbiafs'd Meafures let 'em draw 
From no falfe Glofs, but Genuine Text of Law j 
Nor urge thofe Crimes upon Religion's fcore, 
Themfelves fo much in Jelufites abhor. 
Whcm Laws convift (and only they) fhall bleed, 
Nor Pharifees by Pharifecs be fraed. 
Impartial Juftice from our Throne fiiall fhow'r, 
All ftiall have right, and we our Sov'reign Pow'r. 
He faid, th' Attendants heard with awful Joy, 
And glad Prcfages their fixt Thoughts imploy j 
From Hebron now the fuffeiing Heir return'd, 
A Realm that long with Civil Difcord mourn'd j 
Till his Approach, like fome arriving God, 
Compos'd and heal'd the place of his aboadj 
The Deluge checkt that to Judaa fpread, 
And ftopt Sedition at the Fountain's Head. 
Thus in forgiving Davids Paths he drives. 
And chas'd from Ifrael.^ Ifraers Peace contrives. 
Tbe Field confeft his pow*r in Arms before. 
And Seas proclaim'd his Triumphs to the (horc j 
As nobly has his Sway in Hebren fliown. 
How fit t' Inherit Godlike David's Throne. 
Through Slants ftreets his glad Arriva-l's fpread. 
And Confcious Faftion flirinks her fnaky Head j 
His Train their Sufferings think o'erpaid, to fee 
The Crowds applaufe with Virtue once agree. 
Succefs charms all, but Zeal for Worth diftrefl 
A Virtue proper to the brave and befl j 
'Mongi^ whom was Jtthran, Jothran always bent 
To ferve the Crown, and Loyal by Defcent, 
Whofe Conflancy fo firm, and Conduft jufl, 
Deferv'd at once two Royal Maflers tiuft j 
"Who Tyre's proud Arms had manfully withflood 
On Seas, and gather'd Lawrels from the Flood j 
Of Learning yet, no Portion was deny'd, 
friend to the Muies, and the Mufes pride. 

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Nor c;ui Bevaiah's worth forgotten Jye, 

Of fteddy Soul when publick Scoims were high ; 

Whofe condurt, while the Mosr hercc Onfets made, 

Seciu'd at once our Honour and our Trade. 

Such were theChiefs,who moft his Sutf 'rings mourn'd, 

And view'd with lilent Joy the Prince return'd j 

W hile thofe tliat fought his Abfence to betray, 

Trefs firft their naul'cous fallc Refpefts to pay ; 

Him ftiU til' officious Hypocrites nioleft-. 

And with mahcious Duty break his Reft. 

While real Tranfports thus his Friends employ, 
And Foes are loud in their dilTembled Joy, 
His Triumphs fo refoundcd far and near, 
Mtft not his yowng ambitious Rival's Ear; 
And as when joyful Hunters clam'rous Train, 
Some flumbring Lyon wakes in Moai/^s Plain, 
Who oft had forc'd the bold Aflailants yield. 
And fcatter'd his Purfuers through the Field, 
Difdaining, furls his Mai.e, and tears the Ground, 
His Eyes enflaming all the Delart roimd, 
With Roar of Seas dircfts his Chafers way. 
Provokes from far, and dares them to the fray ; 
Such rage ftorm'd now in ^bfalom's tierce Brcaft, 
Such Indignation his iir'd Eyes confcft j 
Where now was the Inftrufter of his Pride? 
Slept the old Pilot in fo rough a Tide? 
Whofe wiles had from the happy fhore betray'd, 
And thus on llielves the cred'lous Youth convcy'dj 
In deep revolving Thoughts he weighs his Stare,> 
Secure of Craft, nor doubts to baffle Fate, 
At Icaft, if his ftorm'd Bark muft go adrift. 
To baulk his Charge, and for himfelf to fliifr, 
In which liis dextrous Wit had oft been fhown, 
. And in the Wreck of Kingdoms fav'd his own; 
Uut now with more than common danger pteft. 
Of various Rcfolutions ftands polleft, 
Perceives the Crowd's unftable Zeal decay, 
Leaft thcii Recanting Cliief the Ciiufc betray, 
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2l> y^&tf Second Part of 

Who ©n a Father's Grace his Hopes may ground. 

And for his Pardon with their Heads compound. 

Him therefore, e'er his Fortune flip her Time, 

The Statefman plots t' engage in fome bold Crime 

Taft Pardon, whether to attempt his Bed, 

Or threat with open Arms the Royal Head, 

Or other daring Method, and unjuft. 

That may confirm him in the Peoples Truft, 

But failing thus t' enfnare him, nor fecurc 

How long his foil'd Ambition may endure. 

Hots next to lay him by, as paft his Date, 

And try fome new Pretender's luckier Fate; 

Whofe hopes with equal Toil he wou'd purfue. 

Nor cares what Claimei's Crown'd, except the true, 

"Wake ^bfalom, approaching Ruin (hun. 

And fee, O fee, for whom thou art undone I 

How are thy Honours and thy Fame betray'd, 

The property of defp'rate Villains made ? 

Loft Pow'r and confcious Fears their Crimes create. 

And Guilt in them was little lefsthan Fate; 

But why Ihouldft thou, from ev'ry grievance free, 

Forfakethy Vineyards for their ftormy Sea? 

For thee did Canaan's Milk and Honey flow, 

Love dreft thy Bow'rs, and Laurels fought thy Brow, 

Preferment, Wealth and Pow'r thy Vaflals were. 

And of a Monarch all things but the Care. 

Oh Ihould our Crimes, again, that Curfe draw down. 

And Rebel-arms once more attempt the Crown, 

Siue Ruin waits unhappy ^bfalam. 

Alike by Conqueft or Defeat undone ; 

"Who could relentlefs fee fuch Youth andCharmj, 

Expire with wretched Fate in impious Arms ? 

A Prince fo form'dwithEarth's andHeav'ns Applaufe, 

To triumph o'er Crown'd Heads in David's Caufc : 

Or grant him Viftor, ftill his Hopes muft fail. 

Who, Conquering, wou'd not for himfelf prevail j 

The Faction whom he trufts for future Sway, 

Him and the Fublick would alike beciay j 

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Amongft themfclvcs divide the Ciiptive State, 
And found their Hydra-Emp'itc in his Fate I 
Thus having beat the Clouds with painful Flighr, 
The pity'd Youth, with Scepters in his Sight j 
(So have their cruel Politicks decreed,) 
Muft by that Crew that made him Guilty, Bleed I 
For could their Piide brook any Prince's Sway, 
Vhom but mild David wou'd they chufe t' obey ? 
I Who once at fuch a gentle Reign repine. 
The Fall of Monarchy it felf defign j 
From Hate to that their Reformations fpring. 
And Dj-^iJ not their Grievance, but the King. 
Seiz'd now with panick Fear the Faction lyes, 
Leaft this clear Truth ftrike ^bfalom^s charm'd Eyc^, 
Lcaft he perceive, from long Enchantment fitc^ 
Vhat all, befide the flatter'd Youth, mull fee. 
But what-e'er Doubts his troubled Bofom fwell. 
Fair Carriage ftill became ^chUovhe!. 
Who now an envious Feftival enftals, 
And to furvey their Strength the Fadion calls, 
"Which Fraud, Religious Worlhiptoo muft gildj 
But oh how weakly does Sedition build 3 
Forlol the Royal Mandate iflues forth, 
Dafaing at once their Trealbn, Zeal, and MivtiH' 
So have 1 (ctn. difaftrous Chance invade. 
Where careful Emmits had their Forrage laid. 
Whether fierce Vnlcati's Rage, the Furzy Plain 
Had feiz'd, engendred by fome carclefs Swain j 
Or fwelling Neptune lawlcfs Inroads made, 
And to their Ceil of Store his Flood convey'd j 
The Common-wealth broke up, diftrafted go, 
And in wild Halte their loaded Mates o'erthrovv : 
Ev'n fo our fcatrer'd Guefts confus'dly meet, 
WithBoil'd, Bak'd, Roaft, all juftling in the Street , 
Dejcding all, and rufully difmay'd. 
For Shekel without Treat, or Treafon paid. 

Sedition's daik Eclipfc now fainter lliows, 
More blight each Hour the Royal Planet grows, 
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30 The Second Part of 

of Force the Clouds of Envy to difperfe. 
In kind Conjunftion of afllfting Stars. 
Here lab'ring Mufe thofe glorious Chiefs relate. 
That turn'd the doubtful Scale of David's Fatej 
The reft of that Illuftrious Band rehearfe, 
Immortaliz'd in lavvrell'd ^faph's Verfe : 
Hard task ! yet will not I thy Flight recall, 
View Heav'n, and then enjoy thy glorious Fall. 

Firft write Bez^liel^ whofe Illuftrious Name 
Foreftals our Praife, and gives his Poet Fame. 
The Kjmres Rocky Province his Command, 
A barren Limb of Fertile Canaan's Landj 
Which for its gen'rous Natives yet could be 
Held worthy fuch a Prefident as he ! 
Bez.altel with each Grace and Virtue fraught. 
Serene his Looks 3 ferene his Life and Thought,' 
On whom fo laigely Nature heap'd her Store, 
There fcarce remain'd for Arts to give him morel 
To Aid the Crown and State his greateft Zeal, 
His fecond Care that Service to conceal j 
Of Dues obfervant, firm to ev'ry Truft, 
And to the Needy always more than Juft. 
Who Truth from fpccious Falftiood can divide, 
Mas all the Gown-mens Skill without their Pride; 
Thus crown'd with Worth from heights of Honour 
Sees all his Glories copied in his Son, [won, 

V/hofe forward Fame fliould every Mufe engage : 
Whofe Youth boafts Skill deny'd to others Age. 
Men, Manners, Language, Books of nobleft kind. 
Already are the Conqueft of his Mind. 
Whole Loyalty before its Date was prime j 
Nor waited the dull Courfe of rowling Time: 
The Monfter FaElion early he dJfmaid, 
And David's Caufe long fince confeft his Aid. 

Brave ^bdael o'er the Prophet's School was plac'd ; 
^bdael with all his Father's Virtue grac'd 3 
A Heroe, who, while Stars look'd wondring down, 
Without one Hebrew's Blood reftoi'd the Crown, 

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That Praife was his ; what therefore did remain 
lor following Chiefs, but boldly to maintain 
That Crown rcftoi'd 3 and in this Rank of Fame, 
Brave ^bdael with tlie firft a place muft claim. 
Proceed illuftrious, happy Chief, proceed, 
Forcfcize the Garlands for tliy Brow decreed, 
While th' infpir'd Tribe attend with nobleft ftxain 
To rcgiftex the Glories thou flialt gain : 
For fure, the Dew fliall Gilbtah's Hills forfake. 
And Jord.tfi mix his Stream with iodjrni Lake; 
Or Seas rctir'd their fecret Stores difclofe. 
And to the Sun their fcaly Brood c.^pofe, 
Or fwcU'd above the Clifcs, their Billows raifc, 
Before the Mufes leave their Patron's Praiie- 
- EUab our next Labour do's invite. 
And hard the Task to do Eltai right : 
Long with the Royal Wanderer he rov'd, 
And firm in all the Turns of Fortunes prov'd! 
Such ancient Service and Defert fo large. 
Well claim'd the Royal Houlhold for his Charge. 
His Age with only one mild Heireis bleft, 
In all the Bloom of fmiling Nature dreft, 
And blcft again to fee his Flow'r ally'd 
To Patid's Stock, and made young Othnui's Bride ! 
The bright Rsltorex of his Father's Youth, 
Devoted to a Son's and Subjeft's Truth : 
Refolv'd to bear that prize of Duty home. 
So bravely fought (while fought) by ^hfalofn. 
Ah Prince I th' Jlluftrious Planet of thy Birth, 
And thy more powerful Virtue guard thy worth 3 
That no ^chito^hel thy Ruin boaft j 
JjVtiel too much in one fuch Wreck has loft. 
Ev'n Envy muft confent to Helon's Worth, 
Whofe Soul (tho' i^J/r glories in his Birth) 
Could for out Captivc-ark its Zeal retain. 
And P':aroah's Altars in their Pomp dildaiu : 
To flight his Gods was fmall i with nobler Pride^ 
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32 The Second Part of 

Whom Profit noi Example could betray. 
But IfratCs Friend, and true to David's Sway. 
"What afts of favour in his Province fall. 
On Merit he confers, and freely alh 

Our Lift of Nobles next let ^mri grace, 
Whofe Merits claim'd the ^bethdins high place j 
Who, with a Loyalty that did excel, 
Brought all th' Endowments of ^chitophcL 
Sincere was \Amri, and not only knew. 
But ifraei's Sanftions into Praftice drew j 
Our Laws, that did a boundlefs Ocean feem, 
Were coafted all, and fathom'd all by him. 
No T^abbin fpeaks like him their myftick Senfe, 
So )uft, and with fuch Charms of Eloquence: 
To whom the double Blcfling does belong, 
With Mofei''% Infpiration, ^aron^s Tongue. 

Than Shevay none more Loyal Zeal have fliowa. 
Wakeful, as J»dah'*s Lion for the Crown, 
Who for that Caufe ftill combats in his Age, 
Por which his Youth with danger did engage. 
In vain our faftious Priefts the Cant revive. 
In vain feditious Scribes with Libel ftrive 
T'enflame the Crowd, while he with watchful Eyc 
Obferves, and (hoots their Treafons as they fly, 
Their weekly Frauds his keen Replies deted, 
He undeceives more faft than they infed. 
So Mofesi when the Peft on Legions prey'd. 
Advanced his Signal and the Plague was ftay'd. 

Once more my fainting Mufe thy Pinnions try. 
And Strength's exhaufted ft ore let Love fupply. 
What Tribute, ^Afapht ihall we render thee ? 
We'll crown thee with a Wreath from thy own Tree I 
Thy Laurel Grove no Envy's flafh can blaft j 
The Song of ^faph (hall for ever laft I 
With wonder late Poftcrity (hall dwell 
On KAbjalom and falfe ^chitophel: 
Thy ftrains fliail be our flumbring Prophets dream, 
Aad whea our Siea-Yix^ins fing, their Theani, 

M/sc£LLANV Poems. 33 

Our Jubileet fliall with thy Vcrfe be grac'd, 
The Song of ^faph fliall for ever laft 1 
How fierce his Satyr loos'd, reluahrd, how tame, 
How render of th' oft'ending Touni Man^s Fame'. 
How well his Worth, and brave Adventures ftil'd, 
Juft to his Virtues, to his Error mild. 
No Page of thine that fears the ftiiftcft view. 
But teems with juft Reproof, or Praife, as due j 
Not Eden could a fairer Frofpeft yield, 
All Paradtfe without one barren Field : 
Whofe Wit the Cenfure of his Foes has paft, 
The Song of ^4faph fliall for ever laft I 
What Praife for fuch rich Strains (hall we allow ? 
What juft Rewards the grateful Crown beftow ? 
While Bees in Flow'rs rejoice, and Flow'rs in Dew, 
While Stars and Fountains to their Courfc are true j 
While 7«^4/;'s Throne, and i!>/«/i'sRock ftand faft. 
The Song of ^faph and the Fame fliall laft. 
Still Hebron s honout'd happy Soil retains 
Our Royal Heroc-s beauteous dear Remains ; 
Who now fails off with Winds nor Wilhes flack. 
To bring his Suft'rings bright Companion back- 
But e'er fuch Tranfport can our fenfe employ 
A bitter Grief muft poifon half our Joy j 
Nor can our Coafts rcftor'd thofe BlelTIngs fee 
Without a Bribe to envious Deftiny 1 
Curs'd Sodom s Doom for ever fix the Tide 
Where by inglorious Chance the Valiant dy'd. 
Give not infulting ^sk^bn to know, 
Nor let Gath't Daughters triumph in our woe I 
No Sailer with the News fwell Egypi^s Pride, 
By what ingorious Fate our Valiant dy'd I 
Weep ^rnon 1 Jordan weep thy Fountains dry. 
While Sion's Rock diflblves for a Supply ! 
Calm were the Elements, Night's filence deep, 
The Waves fcarce n-.urm'ring, and the Winds aflccp; 
Yet Fate for Ruine takes fo ftill an hour. 
And tjcacheious Sand§ the Princely Uaik devour j 
C 5 

34 *^ke Second Pa r t 0/ 

Then Death unworthy (c'lz^d. a gen'rous Race, 

To Viituc's fcandal, and the Stars difgrace! 

Oh ! had th' Indulgent Pow'rs vouchfaPd to yield, 

Inikad of faithlefs Shelves, a lifted Field j 

A lifted Field of Heav'ns and David's Foes, 

Fierce as the Troops that did his Youth oppofe. 

Each Life had on his flaughtcr'd heap retir'd. 

Not tamely, and unconqu'ring thus cxpir'd: 

But Deftiny is now their only Foe, .f 

And dying ev'n o'er that they triumph too ; 

With loudlaft Breaths their Maftet's Scape applaud. 

Of whom kind Force cou'd fcarce the Fate.s defraud j 

Who for fuch Followers loft, O matchlefs Mind '. 

At his own Safety now almoft repin'd ! 

Say, Royal Sir, by all your Fame in Arms, 

Your~ Praife in Peace, and by Vrania's Charms; 

If all your Suff 'rings paft fo ne'erly preft, 

Or pierc'd with half fo painful Grief your Breaft? 

Thus fome Diviner Mufe her Hiroe forms, 
Not footh*d with foft Delights, but toft in Storms. 
Not ftretcht on Rofes in the Myrtle Grove, [Love, 
Nor Crowns his Days with Mirth, his Nights with 
But far remov'd in thundring Camps is found, 
His Slumbers fhort, his Bed the herblefs Ground: 
In Tasks of Danger always ^ttn. the Firft, 
Feeds from the Hedge, and flakes with Ice hisThirft, 
Longmuft his Pati-ence ftrivc with Fortune's Rage, 
And long oppoling Gods themfelves engage, 
Muft fee his Country Flame, his Friends deftroy'd, 
Before the promis'd Empire be enjoy'd : 
Such Toil of Fate muft build a Man of Fame, 
And fuch, to IfraeCs Crown,the God-like David came. 

What fudden Beams dilpel the Clouds fo faft ! 
Whofe drenching Rains laid all our Vineyards waftc I 
The Spring fo far behind her Courfe delay'd. 
On th' Inftant is in all her Bloom array'd j 
The Winds breath low, the Element ferene ; 
Yet mark wi^at Motion in the Waves is feenl 

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Thronging and bufic us Hyl'U.w Swarms, 

Oi rtraglcd Soldiers furamau'd to their Arms. 

See where the Princely Bark in loofeft Pride, 

With all her Guardian Fleet, adorns the Tide! 

High on her Deck the Royal Lovers ftand, 

Our Crimes to Pardon e'er they touch'd our Land. 

Welcome to Ify.ul arid to David's Brcaft ! 

Here all your Toils, here all your Sutf 'tings reft- 

This Year did Zi/om'j rule JerufaUm, 
And boldly all Sedition's Syrtes ftem. 
How e'er incumber'd with a viler Pair 
Than Z./A or Shimei to aflift the Chair j 
Yet ZiloAij's Loyal Labours lb prevail'd 
That Fadion at the next Eledion fail'd. 
When ev'n the common Cry did Juftice found. 
And Merit by the Multitude was Crown'd : 
With David then was IfraeCs Peace reftor'd. 
Crowds raourn'd their Error, and obcy'd tlicii Lord, 

36 7^e Second Part of 

A KET to both Parts of Abfalom 
and Achitophel. 




Hebrew Triejlsf 









Dttke of Monmouth. 

Dutchefs of Monmouth. 

Mr. SeymouiySf/eaker. 

Lord Shaftsbury. 

Lord Chancellor. 

Sir E. B. Godfrey. 

Mr. Dryden. 

Sir W. Waller. 

I>Hke «/ Albemarle* 

Lord Chancellor Pinch. 

Earl of Mulgrave. 

X>ttt chefs o/Portfmouth. 

Earl of Huntington. 

D»k^ of Ormond. 


General Sackvilc. 

Dule o/" Beaufort, 

Lord Grey. 

Z)r, Gates. 

J(i«^ Charles II* 


Topi/h Plot. 

Earl of Arlington.' 


Earl of Rocheftei, Hyde, 

Chnrch of England Minifiers^ 

Lord Feverlham* 




Rich, Cromwell. 

Marqttifi of HaHi£«t.' 


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B. Jochaiiaii, 











Solymcan T{our, 

Sagan cf Jetufalcra, 





Wcftcrn Dome, 





Sir W. Jones. 

T. Thin, f/^j 

Lord Dartmouth. 

Str R, Clayton, 



^. Katharine. 


Lord Howard o/EfcricIc, 


DhI;^ of Grafton^ 

French Kjn£. 


Sir Tho, Player. 



London T(^bels. 

Bip'op of London. 

Sheriff ^tthtl 

Str K. L'Eftange. 


J. H. 


Duke of Buckingham 

KArchbiJhep Sancrofl 


Sir J. Kooi, 

5-8 The Second Part of 

The entire Epifode of Mezentius and 
Laiifui^ translated out of the Tenth 
Book of Firgirs Mnc'ids. 

By Mr. D u y d e n. 

Connexion of the E p i s o d e, with .the fore- 
going Story. 

Mezentius -was I<Jng of Etruria, or Tufcany } fro^n 
vjhence be ivas expelled by his Sfti/je^s, for his, Ty- 
rannical government, and cruelty j and * nexo K^ng E- 
lecled. Being thus bani^i^d he applies himfelf to KJ,ng 
Turnus, in vjhofe Court he and his Son Laufus take 
Sancfuitry. • Turnus /or the Love of Lavinia making 
War ivith ^neas, Mezentius /w^^t^^i in th^ catife of 
his BenefaSiorf and performs many great Anions, par- 
ticularly in revenging himfelf on his late SubjeSfs, 
'who novj affified jEneas out of hatred to him. Me- 
zentius is every where defcrib'^d by Virgil as an ^A- 
theift-y his Son Laufus is made the Pattern of filial 
Piety and Virtue'. ^And the death of thofefW9 is the 
fubje£f of this Noble EfiCode. 

THUS equal deaths are dealt, and equal chance j 
By turns they quit their ground, by turns ad- 
Viftors and vanquifii'd in the various field ; [vance: 
Nor wholly overcome, nor wholly yield: 
The Gods from Heav'n furvey the doubtful ftiife. 
And mourn the Miferies of human life. 
Above the reft two Goddefles appear 
Goncern'd for each : Here Venus, Juno there. 
Araidft the Crowd,; infernal .Ate fliakes 
Her Scourge aloft, and hiffing Creft of Snakes, 
Once more Mez.entius, with a proud difdain, 
Brandifli'd his Spear, and rulb'd into the PLiin; 

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where, t6w'ring in the midmoft ranks, he ftood. 
Like v.ift Orion ftalking o'er the flood : 
When with his brawny Breaft, he cuts the waves; 
His fhoulders fc.irce the tcpmort billow laves. 
Or like a Mountain Afli, wliofc roots are fprcad. 
Deep fix'd in earth ; in clouds he hides his head. 

Thus arm'd, he took the field: 

The TroKtn Prince beheld him from afar, 

"With joyful eyes, and undeitook the war. 

CoUefted in himfelf, and like a Rock 

Poiz'd on his bafej Mez.enfius ftood the fliock 

Of his great Foe : then mcafuring with his eyes 

The fpace his Spear cou'd reach, aloud he cries ; 

My own right Hand and Sword aflift my ihoke ; 

(Thofe only Gods Mcz.entius will invoke.) 

His Armour, from the Trojan Pyrate torn. 

Shall by my Laufus be in triumph worxj. 

He faidi and ftraight with all his force he threw 

The maflie Spear j which, hifling as it flew, 

Reach'dthe celeftial Shield 5 that ftop'd the courfci 

But glancing thence, the yet unbroken force 

Took a new bent obliquely, and, betwixt 

The Side and Bowels, fam'd ^nthores fixt. 

^nthores had fiom ^rgos travell'd far, 

^ic'ides friend, and brother of the War, 

'Till, tir'd with toils, fair Itab he chofe ; 

And in Evander'^s Palace fought repofe : 

Now falling by another's wound, his eyes 

He cafts to Heaven ; on ^rios thinks, and dies,' 

The pious Trojan then his javelin fent ; 

The Shield gave way, thro' treble plates it went 

Of folid brafs, of linnen trebly rowl'd, 

And three Bull Hides, which round the Buckler fold ^ 

All thefe it paft with unrclifted courfe, 

Tranfpierc'd his thigh, and fpent its dying force. 

The gaping wound gufh'd out a crimfon flood : 

The Trojan glad with fight of hoftile blood. 

His Fauchiou drew, to clofer fight addreft, 

Aju4 with new force his fainting foe oppicitj 

40 The Second Part oJ 

His Fathct*s danger Laufus view'd with griefi 
He fighM, lie wept, he ran to his relief: 
And here, O wond'rous Youth, 'tis here, I mufl; 
To thy immortal Memory be juft, 
And fing an aft, fo noble and fo new, 
Pofterity fliall fcarce believe it true, 
Pain'd with his wound, and ufelefs for the fight. 
The Father fought to fave himfelf by flight j 
Incumber'd, flow he drag'd the Spear along, 
Which pierc'd his Thigh, and in his Buckler hnng. 
The pious Youth refolv'd to undergo -^ 

The lifted Sword, fprings out to face his Foe, ^ 
Protefts his Father, and prevents the blow. ^ 

Shouts of applaufe ran ringing thro' the field. 
To fee the Son the vanquifh'd Father (hield j 
All fir'd with noble Emulation, ftrivej 
And with a ftorm of Darts, to diftance drive 
The Trojan Chief, who held at bay, from far. 
On his Vulcanian Orb fuftain'd the War. 
As when thick Hail comes ratling in the wind. 
The Ploughman, Paffenger, and lab'ring Hind 
For ihelter to the Neighb'ring Covert fly, 
Or hous'd, or fafe in hollow Caverns lie ; 
But th-at o'erblown, when Heav'n above 'em fmiles, 
Return to Travel, and renew their Toils : 
ty^ncas thus o'erwhelm'd j on every fide -> 

The ftorm of Darts undaunted did abide ; [cry'd. ^ 
And thus to Lauftts loud, with friendly thrcatning ^ 
Why wilt thou rufh to certain Death ? And rage 
In rafh Attempts beyond thy tender Age ? 
Betray'd by pious Love ? Nor thus forborn 
The Youth defifts, but with infulting Scorn 
jProvokes the ling'ring Prince, whofe patience tii*d 
Gave place ; and all his Breaft with fury fir'd. 
For now the Fates prepar'd their cruel Shears j 
And lifted high, the conquering Sword appears, 
Which full defcending with a fearful fway, -^ 

Thro' Shield and Cuirafle forc'd th' impetuous C 
And bailed 46cp ia his f^ii Borom lay, [way, S 

Ml scELLANY Poems. 42 

The fpringing Streams thro' the thin Armour ftrove. 

And drencht the golden Coat his careful Mother 

And life at length forfook his heaving Heart, [wove; 

Loth from fo I'vveet a Manlion to depart. 

But when, with Blood and Palcnefs all bcfprcad. 

The pious Prince beheld young Laufus dead, 

He griev'd, he wept: the fight an image brought 

Of his own filial love ; a fadly pleafing thought. 

Then ftretch'd his Hand to raife him up, and faidj 

Poor haplefs Youth, what Praifes can be paid 

To Love fo great 5 to fuch tranfccndent ftorc 

Of early Worth, and fure prefagc of more 1. 

Accept whatc'er ty£>teaj can aflbrd : 

Untouch'd thy Armsi untaken be thy SworJ : 

And all that pleas'd thee living, ftill remain 

Inviolate i and facred to the flain. 

Thy Body on thy Parents I beftow, -% 

To pleafe thy Ghoft ; at leaft if fliadows know > 

Or have a tafte of human things below. ■^ 

There to thy fellow Ghofts, with glory tell, 

*Twas by the great cy£neas Hand I fell. 

With this he bids his diftant Friends draw near, 

Provokes their Duty, and prevents their Fearj 

Himfelf affifts to raife him from the Ground, 

His Locks deform'd with Blood, that fwell'd from 

out his Wound. 
Mean time the Father, now no Father, ftood. 
And walh'd his Wounds by Tjier's yellow Flood, 
Oppreft with anguiHi, panting, and o'er-fpent. 
His fainting Limbs againfl; a Tree he leant: 
A Bough his brazen Helmet did fuftain. 
His heavier Arms lay fcatter'd on the Plain: 
Of Youth a chofen Troop around him ftand. 
His Head hung down, and refted on his Hand j 
His grizly Beard his penfive Bofom fought, 
And all on Laufus^ ran his reftlefs thought. 
Careful, concerned his danger to prevent, 
Much he ent^uii'd, and many a Meflagc feut 

42. The Second Part of 

To warn him from the Field ; alas in vain ! 
Behold his mournful Followers bear him flain 
On their broad Shields ; ftiJl gufii'd the gaping wound. 
And drew a bloody Trail along the ground. 
Far off he heard their Cries j far off divin'd 
The dire Event with a forebodeing Mind. 
With Duft he fprinkled firft his hoary Head, -> 
Then both his lifted Arms to Heav'n he fpread ; ^ 
Laft, the dear Corps embracing, thus he faid. ^ 
What Joys, alas, could this frail Being give ! 
That I have been fo covetous to live. 
To fee my Son, and fuch a Son, reflgn 
His Life a Ranfom for preferving mine / 
And am I then preferv'd, and art thou lofl ? 
How much too dear has that Redemption coft \ 
*Tis now my bitter Bani(]-,ment I feel, 
This is a Wound too deep for time to heal. 
My Guilt thy growing Virtues did defame ; 
My Blacknefs blotted thy unblemi(h'd Name. 
Chas'd from a Throne, abandon'd, and exil'd 
For foul Mifdeeds, were Punifhments too mild. 
I ow'd my People thefe j and from their Hate 
With IcCs Injuftice could have born my Fate. 
And yet I live, and yet fupport the fight 
Of hateful Men, and of more hated Light I 
But will not long. With that he rais'd from Ground 
His fainting Limbs, that ftagger'd with his Wound, 
Yet with a Mind refolv'd, and unappal'd 
With Tains or Perils, for his Courfer call'd. 
Well-mouth'd, well manag'd, whom himfelf did y 
With daily care; and mounted with Succefs, [drefs p 
His Aid in Arms; his Ornament in Peace. -^ 

Soothing his Courage with a gentle flroke. 
The Horfe feera'd fenfible, while thus he fpoke. 
O \hcebm we hare liv'd too long for me ; 
(If Long and Life were Terms that could agree I) 
This day, thou cither fhalt bring back the Head, 
And bloody Trophies of the Trojan dead ; 

Miscellany Poems. 43^ 

This Day, thou eirher fhak revenge my Woe 
Por murther'd Lat*fus on his cruel Focj 
Or if inexorable Fate deny 
Our Conqueft, with thy conquer'd Maimer die. 
For after fuch a Lord, I reft fecurc. 
Thou wilt no foreign Reins, or Trojun load endure. 
He faid j and ftraight th' officious Courfer kneels 
To take his wonted Weight : His Hand he fills 
With pointed Javelins ; on his Head he lac'd 
His glittering Helm, which terribly was grac'd 
With crcrted Horfe-hair, nodding from afar, 
Then fpurr'd his thundring Steed, amidft the War. 
Love, Anguifli, Wrath, and Grief to Madncfs wrought, 
Defpair, and fecret Shame, and confcious Thought 
Of inborn Worth, his lab'ting Soul oppreft ; 
Rowl'd in his Eyes, and rag'd within his Breaft 5 
Then loud he call'd t/^neas, thrice by Name j 
The loud repeated Voice to glad <y^ntai came. 
Great Jove^ faid he, and the far-fliooting God, 
Infpire thy Mind, to make thy Challenge good. 
He faid no more ; but haften'd to appear. 
And threaten'd with his long protended Spear. 
To whom Uiz^emhis thus \ Thy Vaunts are vain. 
My Litifus lies extended on the Plain 5 
He's loft ; thy Conqueft is already won : 
This was my only way to be undone. 
Nor Fate I fear, but ail the Gods dcfie I 
Forbear thy Threats ; my Bulinefs is to die : 
But firft receive this parting Legacy. 
He faid ; and ftraight a whirling Dart he fent 3 
Another after, and another went. 
Round in a fpacious Ring he rides the Field, 
And va:nly plies th' impenetrable Shield. 
Thrice rode he round, and thrice ty£neas wheel'd 
Turn'd as he turn'd : the golden Orb withftood 
The ftrckes, and bore about an Iron wood. 
Impatient of delay 5 and weary 
Still to defend, and to defend alone 5 

44 T^^ Second Part of 

To wrench the Darts that in his Buckler light, 
Urg'd and o'erlabour'd in unequal fight, 
At laft refolv'd, he throws with all his force 
Pull at the Temples of the warlike HorTc : 
Betwixt the Temples pafs'd th' unerring Spear, 
And piercing flood transfixt from Ear to Ear. 
Seiz'd with the fudden Pain, furpriz'd with Fright, 
The Couifer bounds aloft and ftands upright : 
He beats his Hoofs awhile in Air; then pteft •■% 
With anguilh, fioundring falls the gen'rous Beaft, ^ 
And his caft Rider with his weight oppreft. ^ 

From either Hoft the mingled Shouts and Cries 
Of Trojans and T^fitulians rend the Skies. 
t^tteaj haft'ning wav'd his fatal Sword 
High o'er his Head, with tliis reproachful Word r 
Now, where are now thy -Vaunts, the lierce Difdain 
Of proud Mez^entius, and the lofty ftrain ? 
Strugling, and wildly flaring on the Skies, 
Witli fcarce recover'd Breath, he thus replies: 
Why thefe infulting Threats, this wafte of Breath, 
To Souls undaunted, and fecure of Death? 
'Tis no Dilhonoux for the Brave to diej 
Nor came I here with hope of Viftory j 
But, with a glorious Fate, to end my pain } 
When Laufus fell, I was already flain : 
Nor ask I Life, 

My dying Son contrafted no flich Band: 
Nor would I take it from his Murd'rer's Hand, 
For this, this only Favour let me fue, 
(If pity to a conquer'd Foe be due) 
Refufe not that : But let my Body have 
The laft retreat of Human-kind ; a Grave. 
Too well I know my injur'd Peoples hate ; 
Proteft me from their Vengeance after Fate ; 
This Refuge for my poor Remains provide } -^ 
And lay my much-lov'd Laufus by my fide ; ^ 

He faid j and to the Sword his Throat apply'd. ^ 
The Crinlfon Stream diftain'd his Arms around ; 
And the difdaiaful Soul came rufhing thro' the wound. 

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The Speech of 
F E N U S to VULCAN', 

Whirt'in flie ferfw:ides him to m.xke Arm; pr her 
Sofx i£ica5. then tng.igd in a War againft the 
L.itins, and Kmg Turnus: Tr an fluted out of the 
Eighth Book ofVirgWs JEnelds. 

By Mr, D r y d e n. 

[fpread : 

NO W Night with fable Wings the World o'er- 
But Venus^ not in vain, furpriz'd with Dread 
Of Lat;an Arms, before the Tempeft breaks, 
Her Husband's timely fuccour thus befpeaks, 

Couch'd in his golden Bed: 

(And, that her pleafing Speech his mind may move, 

Infpires it with diviner Charms of Love:) 

While advcrfe Fate conlpir'd with Grednn Pow'rs, 

To level with the Ground the Trojan Tow'rs, 

I begg'd no aid th' Unhappy to reftore. 

Nor did thy Succour, nor thy Art implore; 

Nor fought, their linking Empire to fuftain, 

To urge the Labour of my Lord in vain. 

Tho' much I ow'd to Pnam's Houfe, and more 

The dangers of <y£,>ieAs did deplore : 

But now, by Jove's command, and Fates decree, 

Kis Race is doom'd to reign in Italy, 

With humble Suit I ask thy needful Art, 

O ftill propitious Pow'r, O Sov'raign of my Heart, 

A Mother ftands a Suppliant for a Son ; 

By filver-footed Thet:i thou wert won 

For fierce ^ihiiUs, and the rode Morn 

Mov'd thee with Arms her Memnon to adorn 5 

Are thefc my Tears lefs pow'rful on tliy Mind? 

Behold what warlike Nations are combin'd, 

With Fire and Sword My People to deflroy, 

And twice to triumph over Mc and Troy, 

46 The Second Part of 

she faid j and ftraight her Arms of fnowy hue. 

About hex unrefolving Husband threw j 

Her foft Embraces foon infufe Deflre, >j 

His Bones and Marrow fudden warmth infpire ; S« 

And all the Godhead feels the wonted Fire. ^ 

Not halffofwift the rowling Thunder flies, 

Or ftreaks of Lightning flafli along the Skies. 

The Goddefs pleas'd with her fuccefsful Wiles, 

And confcious of her conqu'ring Beauty, frailes. 

Then thus the good oldGod,(rooth'd with herCharms, 

Panting, and half diflblving in her Arms :) 

Why feek you reafons for a Caufe fo juft. 

Or your own Beauty or my Love diftruft ? 

Longlince, had you requir'd my helpfiil Hand, 

you might the Artift, and his Art command 

To arm your Trojaus : Nor did Jove, or Fate, 

Confine their Empire to fo ihort a date : 

And if you now defire new Wars to wage. 

My Care, my Skill, my Labour I engage. 

Whatever melting Metals can confpirc, 

Or breathing Bellows, or the forming Fire, 

I freely promife ; all your doubts remove, 

And think no task is difficult to Love. 

He faid ; and eager to enjoy her Charms, 

He fnatch'd the lovely Goddefs to his Arms ; 

Till all infus'd in joy he lay pofTeft 

Of full defire, and funk to plealing Reft. 


The Beginning of the Firfl Book, 
Tranfated by Mr. D r y d e n. 


Elight of human Kind, and Gods above j 
Parent of T^wf j fiopitious Queen of Love -, 

Miscellany Poems. 47 

Whofe vital row*r, Air, Earth, and Sea fupplies; 
And breeds whatever is born beneath the rowling 
Par every kind, by thy prolilick might, [Skies: 

Springs, and beholds the Regions of the Light : 
Thee, Goddefs, thee the Clouds and Tempefts fear, 
And at thy pleafing Prefence difappcar : 
For thee tiie Land in fragrant Flow'rs is dreft, -j 
For thee the Ocean fmiles, andfmooths her wavy ^ 
Breaft; [light isbleft.T 

And Heav'n it fclf with more ferenc, and purer J 
For when the rifing Spring adorns the Mead, 
And a new Scene of Nature ftands difplay'd, 
M'hen teeming Eudds, and chearful Greens appear. 
And Weftern Gales unlock the lafie Year, 
The joyous Birds thy welcome firft exprefs, 
Whofe native Songs thy genial Fire confefs : 
Then falvage Beafts bound o'er their flighted Food, 
Struck with thy Darts, and tempt the raging Flood: 
All Nature is thy Gift j Earth, Air, and Sea : y 
Of all that breaths, the various progeny, ^ 

Stung with delight, is goaded on by thee. ■^ 

O'er barren Moimtains, o'er the flow'ry Plain, -^ 
The leavy Foreft, and the liquid Main, ^ 

Extends thy uncontroul'd and boundlefs Reign. ^ 
Through all the living Regions dort thou move, 
And fcatter'ft, where thou goeft, the kindly Seeds of 
Since then the race of every living thing, [Love : 
Obeys thy Pow'ij flnce nothing new can fpring 
Without thy Warmth, without thy influence bear, 
Or beautiful, or lovefomc can appear. 
Be thou my aid : My tuneful Song infpire, 
And kindle with thy own productive fire 3 
While all thy Province, Nature, I furvey. 
And fing to Memmius an immortal lay 
Of Heav'n, and Earth, and everywhere thywon- 

d'rousPow'r difplay. 
To Memmius, under thy f\feet Influence born. 
Whom thou with all thy Gifts andGiaces dolt adorn. 


4S T/&? Second Part ©/ 

The rather, then alTift my Mufe and me, 
Infufing Verfes worthy him and thee. [ceafe. 

Mean time on Land and Sea let barb'rous Difcoxd 
And lull the iiftning World in univerfal Peace. 
To thee, Mankind their foft repofe muft owe, 
Por thou alone that Blefling canft beftow j 
Becaufe the brutal bulinefs of the War 
Is manag'd by thy dreadful Servant's Care : 
Who oft retires from fighting Fields, to prove 
The pleafing Pains of thy eternal Love : 
And panting on thy Breaft, fupinely lyes, [Eyes : 
While with thy heavenly Form he feeds his famifli'd 
Sucks in with open Lips thy balmy Bieath, [Death. 
By turns reilor'd to Life, and plung'd in pleafing 
There while thy curling Limbs about him move, 
Involv'd and fetter'd in the Linl<s of Love, 
When wilhing ail, he nothing can deny, 
Thy Charms in that aufpicious moment try ; 
With winning Eloquence our Peace implore. 
And Quiet to the weary World reftore. 


T'be Beginning of the Second Book. 

Tranjlated hy Mr. Drydcn. 

Suave Marl magnoy &c. 

'T^ I S pleafant, fafely to behold from fhoar 

X The rowling Ship j and hear the Tempeft roar: 
Not that another's pain is our delight j 
But Pains unfelt produce the pleafing Sight. 
*Tis pleafant alfo to behold from far 
The moving Legions mingled in the War: 
But much more fweet thy lab'ring fteps to guide, ^ 
To Virtues heights, with Wifdom well fupply'd, ^ 
And all the Magaxjnti of Learning fortify'd: ^ 


Miscellany PoExMS. 49 

From thence to look below on humane kind, 
BewildcrM in the Maze of Life, and blind: 
To fee vain fools ambitioufly contend 
For Wit androw'rj their latt endeavours bend 
T' out-lhine each other, waP.e their time and health. 
In feirch of honour, and purfuit of wealth. 
O wretched Man I in what a mift of Life, 
Inclos'd with dangers and with noific Ihffe, 
He Ipcnds his little Span: And overfeeds 
His cramm'd dehres, with more than Nature needs; 
For Nature wifely flints our appetite. 
And craves no more than undifturb'd Delight ; 
W'iiich Minds unmix'd with cares and fears obtainj 
A Soul ferene, a Body void of Pain. 
So little this corporeal Frame requires j . 
So bounded are our natural Dclircs, 
That wanting all, and fetting Tain alide, 
V.'ith bare Privation, Sen!'c is fatisfy'd. 
If Golden Sconces hang not on the Walls, 
To light the coflly Suppers and the Calls ; 
If the proud Palace lliincs not with the State 
Of burnifli'd Bowls, and of refieftcd Plate, 
Jf well tuii'd Harps, nor the more pleafing Sound 
Of Voices, from the vaulted Roofs rebound j 
let on the Grafs beneath a poplar Ihade 
By the cool Stream, our carelefs Limbs arc lay'd, 
With chcijpcr Pleafures innocently bleft. 
When the warm Spring with gawdy flow'rs is dreft. 
Nor will the raging Feavcr's fire abate, 
Wiih Golden Canopies and Beds of State: 
But the poor Patient will as foon b€ found 
On the hard mattrcfs, or the Mother ground. 
Then luice our Bodies are not eas'd the more 
By Birth, or Pow'r, ot Fortune's wealthy llore, 
'Tis plain, tircfe ulelels Toys of every kind 
; As little can relieve the lab'riug Mind: 
Unleis we cou'd fuppofe the dreadful fight 
Of marlhali'd Legions moving to the fight, 
V o 1,. II, D 

fo The Second Pa r t ef 

Could, with their Sound and terrible array, [way; 
Expel our fears, and drive the thoughts of Death a- 
But, fince the fuppofition vain appears, 
Since clinging Cares, and trains of inbred Fears, 
JAre not with Sounds to be affrighted thence. 
But in the midft of Pomp purfue the Prince, 
Not aw'd by Arms, but in the Prefence bold, 
"Without refped to Purple, or to Gold ; 
"Why fhould not we thefe pageantries defpife ; 
Whofe worth but in our want of Reafon lyes ? 
Por Life is all in wandring Errors led ; 
And juft as Children are furpriz'd with dread. 
And tremble in the dark, fo riper Years 
Ev'n in broad day-light are pofleft with fears : 
And fhake at (hadows fanciful and vain. 
As rhofe which in the Breafts of Children reign. 
Thefe bugbears of the Mind, this inward Hell, 
No rays of outward funfliine can difpel; 
But Nature and right Reafon muft difplay [to<lay. 
Their Beams abroad, and bring the darkfome Soul 

Tran/lation of the latter Part of the 
T'hird Book qf Lu c r e t i u s 3 a- 
gainji the Fear of Death, 

By Mr. Dryden, 

WHat has this Bugbear Death to frighten Man 
If Souls can die, as well as Bodies can ? 
Tor, as before our Birth we felt no pam 
V'hen Punick Arms infcfted Land and Main, 
When Heav'n and Earth were in confufion hurl d 
For the debated Empire of the World, 
Which aw'd with dreadful Expeftanon lay, t 

Sure to be Slaves, uncertain who ihould fway : 

Ml scE LL ANY Poem s. j-i 

So, when our mortal frame fliall be disjoin'd, 

The lifclefs Lump, uncoupled from the Mind, 

From fenfe of Grief and Pain we Hull be free ; 

We fiiall not feel, becaufe we fhall not Be, 

Though Earth in Seas, and Seas in Heav'n were loft^ 

We Ihould not move, we only Ihould be toft. 

Kay, ev'n fuppofc when we have fuffcr'd Fate, 

The Soul could feel in her divided State, 

What's that to us ? for we are only we 

While Souls and Bodies in one frame agree. 

Nay, tho' our Atoms fhould revolve by chance, 

And matter leap into the former dajicc; 

Tho' time our Life and Motion could rcftorc. 

And make our Bodies what they were before. 

What gain to us would all this buftle bring ? 

The new-made Man would be another thing ; 

AVhen once an interrupting Taufe is made. 

That individual Being is decay'd. 

We, who are dead and gone, fliall bear no part 

In all the Pleafures, nor fiiall feel the fmart. 

Which to that other Mortal fliall accrue. 

Whom of our Matter Time fliall mould anew. 

For backward if you look, on that long fpace 

Of Ages paft, and view the changing Face 

Of Matter, toft and varioufly combin'd 

In fundry fhapes, 'tis ealie for the Mind 

From thence t' infer, that Seeds of things have bcea 

In the fame Order as they now are feen : 

Which yet our dark remembrance cannot trace, 

Becaule a paufe of Life, a gaping fpace 

Has come betwixt, where memory lies dead, 

And all the wandring Motions from the fenfe are fled. 

For whofoe'cr ihall in Misfortunes live, 

Muft Be, when thofe Misfortunes fhall arrive i 

And fince the Man who Is not, feels not woe, 

(For death exempts him, and wards off the blo.Vj 

Which we, the living, only feel and bear) 

What is there left foi us in death to fcax? 

1) 2 

f2 The Second Part ef 

when once that paitfe of Life has come between, 
'Tis jull: the fame as we had never been. 
And therefore if a Man bemoan his Lot, 
That after death his nnouldring Limbs fliall fot. 
Or flames, or laws of Beafts devour his Mafs, 
Know he's an untincere, unthiiilctng Afs. 
A fecret Sting remains within his Mind, 
The fool is to his own cjSft offals kind ; 
He boafts no fcnfe can after death remain, j 

yet makes himfelf a part of life again 5 > 

As if fome other He could feel the pain. -^ 

If, while he live, this Thought moleft his Head, 
What Wolf or Vulture fhall devour me deiid? 
He waftes his days in idle Grief, nor can 
Piftinguiih 'twixt the Body and the Man: 
IvLit thinks himfelf can ftill himfelf furvive; 
And what when dead he feels not, feels alive. 
Then he repines that he was born to die, 
Nor knows in death there is no other He, 
No living He remains his Grief to vent, 
And o'er his fenfelefs Carcafs to lartienr. 
If after death 'tis painful to be torn 
By Birds and Bearts, then why not fo to bum, 
©r drench'd in floods of Honey to be foak'd, 
Imbalm'd to be at once preferv'd and choak'di 
Or on an airy Mountain*s top to lye, 
Expos'd to cold and Heav'ns inclemency j 
Or crowded in a Tothb to be opprefl: 
With monumental Marble on thy fireaft ? 
But to be fnatx:h'd from all thy houfhold Joys, 
From thy chaft Wife, and thy dear prattling Boys, 
Whofe little Afitis abditt thy Legs are caft, 
And climbing for a Kifs prevent their Mother's hafte, 
Infpiring fecret Ple-^furc thro' thy Breaft , 
All thefe ihall be iio itiOre : thy Friends oppreft. 
Thy Care ^nd Courage now no itiore Ihall free ; 
Ah Wretch, thouGty'ft, ah! tniferitble me. 
One woful day Aveeps Children, Friends and Wife, 
iAnd all the biittle Bieffings of m/ Life ! 

Miscellany Poems.' f3 

Add one thing more, and all thou fay'ft is true; 
Thy and wi(h of them is vanifli'd too, 
Which well conlider'd were a qnick relief, 
To all thy vain imaginary Grief. 
For thou flialc lleep and never wake again, 
And quitting Life, Ihalt cjuit thy living p;^in. 
But we thy Friends Ih.ill all thole forrcvs find, *> 
Which in forgetful death thou leav'il behind, C. 
No time Htall dry our Tears, nor drive thee from C 
our Mind. -^ 

The worft that can befal thee, meafur'd right. 
Is a found Cumber, iind a long good Night. 
Yet thus the Fool?, that would be thought the Wirs, 
DilUub their Mirth wi:h melancholy hrs, 
"When liealths go round, and kindly brimmers flow. 
Till the frefli Garlands on their Foreheads glow, 
They whine, and cry, let us make hafte to live, 
Short are the joys that human Life can give. 
Eternal Preachers, that corrupt the draught. 
And pall the God that never thinks, with thought j 
Ideots with all that thought, to whom the wcrft 
Of death, is want of drink, and endkfs thirft, 
Or any fond defire as vain as thefe. 
For ev'n in fleep, the body wrapt in cafe, 
Supinely lyes, as in the peaceful Grave, 
And wanting nothing, nothing can it crave, 
Were that found fleep eternal, it were death, 
Yet the tirft Atoms then, the Seeds of breath 
Are moving near to fenfe, we do but lliake 
And roufc that ftnfjt, and ftraightwe arc awake, 
Thea de^ith to us, and death's anxiety 
Is lefs than nothing, if a IcA could be. 
For then our Atoms, which in order lay, 
Are fcatter'd from their heap, and pufF'd away, 
And never can return into their place, 
When once the paufc of Life has left an empty fpac% 
And laft, fuppofc great Nature's Voice fliould call 
To thee, oi Die, oi any of us all, 
D 3 

^4 The S E C O N D P A R T of 

What doft thou mean, ungrateful Wretch, thou vjim, 

Thou mortal thing, thus idly to complain, 

And figh and fob, that thou Ihalt be no more? 

For if thy Life were pleafant heretofore ; 

If all the bounteous Blefllngs I could give -y 

Thou haft enjoy'd, if thou haft known to live, > 

And pleafure not leak'd thro' thee like a Sieve? -^ 

Why doft thou not give thanks as at a plenteous Fcaft, 

Cram'd to the Throat with Life, and rife and take 

But if my Bleflings thou haft thrown away, [thy reft ? 

Ifindigefted Joys pafs'd thro* and would not ftay, 

Why doft thou wifli for more to fquander ftili ? - 

If Life be grown a load, a real 111, 

And I would all thy Cares and Labours end, 

Lay down thy burden. Fool, and know thy Friend. 

To pleafethee I have empty'd all my Store, -p 

1 can invent, and can fupply no morej > 

But run the round again, the round I ran before. ^ 

Suppofe thou art not broken yet with Years, 

Yet ftill the fclf-fame Scene of things appears. 

And would be ever, couldft thou ever live j 

For life is ftill but life, there's nothing new to givc^ 

What can we plead againft fo juft a Bill ? 

We ftand convifted, and our Caufe goes ill. 

But if a Wretch, a Man oppreft by Fate, 

Should beg of Nature to prolong his Date, 

She fpeaks aloud to him with more difdain. 

Be ftill thou Martyr Fool, thou covetous of Fain. 

But if an old decrepit Sot lament j 

What thou (fhe crys) who haft out-liv'd Content ! 

Doft thou complain, who haft enjoy'd my Store? 

But this is ftill th' effed of wifliing more ! 

Unfatisfy'd with all that Nature brings 5 

Loathing the prefent, liking abfent things j 

From hence it comes thy vain defires at ftrife 

Within themfclves, have tantaliz'd thy Life. 

And ghaftly Death appear'd-before thy fight [light. 

E'er thou hadft gorg'd thy Soul and Senfes with dc- 

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Now leave thofe Joys, unfuiting to thy Age, 
To a frelh Comer, and retlgn the Stage. 
Is Nature to be bhim'd if thus ihe chide ? 
No fure ; for 'tis her Bufinefs to provide 
Againll this ever- changing Frame's decay. 
New things to come, and old to pafs away. 
One Being worn, another Being makes j 
Chang'd but not loft ; for Nature gives and takes: 
New Matter muft be found for things to come. 
And thefc muft walU* like thofe, and follow Natures 
All things, like thee, have time to rife and rot j [doom. 
And from each others ruin are begot; 
For life is not coufin'd to him or thee ; 
*Tis giv'n to all for Ufe ; to none for Property. 
Conlider former Ages p\i{i and gone, 
Whofc Circles ended long e'er thine begun. 
Then tell me Fool, what part in them thou haft? 
Thus may'ft thou judge the future by the paft. 
What honour fccft thou in that quiet State, 
What Bugbear Dreams to fright thee after Fate? 
No Ghoft, no Goblms, that ilill paflage keep, 
But all is there ferene, in that etejjial Sleep. 
For all t!:e difmal Tales that Poets tell. 
Are vcrify'd on Earth, and not in Hell. 
No Tantalus looks up with fearful Eye, [high : 

Or dreads th' impending Rock to crufii him from on 
But fear of Chance on Earth difturbs our ealie hours : 
Or vain imagin'd Wrath, of vain imagin'd Pow'rs. 
No Tityus torn by Vultures lies in Hell; -, 

Nor cou'd the Lobes of his rank Liver fwell ^ 

To that prodigious Mafs, for their eternal Meal. -* 
Not tho'his monftrous Bulk had covcr'd o'er -^ 
Nine fpreading Acres, or nine thoufand more ; ( 
No: tho' the Globe of Earth had been the Gyants "^ 
floor. .^ 

Nor in eternal Torments could he lye j 
Nor could his Corps fufficient food lupply. 

j6 The Second Part ©/ 

But he's the Tttym, who by Love oppreft. 

Or Tyrant PalTion preying on his Breaft, 

And ever anxious thoughts, is robb'd of reft. 

The S/fyphus is he, whom noife and ftrife 

Seduce from all the foft retreats of Life, 

To vex the Governmerif, difturb the Laws, 

Drunk with the Fumes of popular applaufe. 

He courts the giddy Croud to make him great, 

And fweatsand toils in vain, to mount the fovereign 

For ftill to aim at pow'r, and ftill to fail, [Seat. 

Ever to ftrive, and never to prevail, 

What is it, but in Reafon's true account 

To heave the Stone againft the rifing Mount; 

Which urg'd, and labour'd, and forc'd up with pain» 

Recoils, and rouls impetuous down, and fmoaks 4- 

long the plain. 
Then ftill to treat thy ever craving Mind 
With ev'ry Blefling, and of ev'ry kind. 
Yet never fill thy rav*ning appetite, 
Though Years and Seafons vary thy delight, 
Yet nothing to be feen of all the ftore, 
But ftill tlie Wolf within thee barks for morci 
This is the Fable's Moral, which they tell 
Of fifty foolifjti Virgins damn'd in Hell 
To leaky VefTels, which the Liquor fpill ; 
To Veftels of their Sex, which none could ever fill. 
As for the Dog, the Furies, and their Snakes, 
The gloomy Caverns, and the burning Lakes, 
And all the vain infernal trumpery, 
They neither are, nor were, nor e'er can be. 
But here on Earth the guilty have in view 
The mighty Pains to mighty Mifchiefs due : 
Racks, Priions, Poifons, the Tarpetan Rock, 
Stripes, Hangmen, Pitch, and fuffocating Smoak> 
And laft, and moft, if thefe were caft behind, 
Th' avenging horrour of a Confcious Mind, 
Whole deadly fear anticipates the blow, 
Aud fees no end of Puiiiihment and Woe ; 

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Bnt looks for more, at the laft gafp of Bieath : 
This makes an Hell on Earth, and Life a Death. 
Meantime, when thoughts of death difturb thy Head i 
Confider, ..Ancus great and good is dead j 
y^mui thy better far, was barn to die, 
And thou, doft thou bewail mortality ? 
So many Monarchs with their mighty State, 
Who rulM the World, were ovcr-rul'd by Fate. 
That haughty Kinr;, who lorded o'er the Main, 
And whofe ftupcndous Bridge did the wild Waves re^ 

(In vain they foam'd, in vain thy threamed wreck, 
While his proud Legions march'd upon their back:)- 
Him, Death, a greater Monarch, overcame; [Name. 
Nor i'par'd his Guards the more, for the»r immortal 
The T{omafi Chief, the (artha^^inia't Dread, p 

Scipio, the Thunder-Belt of W;ir, is dead, S^ 

And like a common Slave, by fate in triumph led. -* 
The Founders of invented Arts are loi\ ; 
And Wits who made Eternity their boaft : 
Wfjcrc now is Homer who poficft the Throne? 
Th' immortal Work remains, ti\e mortal Author's 
Democritm perceiving Age invnde, [gone. 

His Body weaken'd, and his Mind decay'd, 
Obey'd the Summons with a chcarful Faccj [Race, 
Made haiie to welcome Death, and met him half the 
That ftrcke, ev'n Epicmfis could not bar, 
Though he in Wit furpafs'd Mankind, as far 
As does the midday Sun, the midnight Star. 
And thou, doft thou difdaiu to yield thy Breath, 
Whofe very life is little more than death ? 
More than one half by lazy deep poflell ; •> 

And when awake, thy Sou! but nods at bed, [Sreaft. p 
Day-dreams and fickly thoughts revolving in thy ^ 
Eternal Troubles haunt thy anxious Mind, 
Whofe caufe and cure thou never hop'ft to find ? 
But fiill uncertain, with thy feif at ftrife, 
'ihouwaadci'lt in the Labyrinth of Life, 
I> 5 

^8 The Second Part of 

O, if the fooliHi Race of Man, who find 
A weight of cares ftill piefling on their Mind, 
Could find as well the caufe of this unreft, 
-And all this burden lodg'd within the Breaft I 
Sure they would change their Courfe j nor live as now. 
Uncertain what to wifli or what to vow. 
Uneafie both in Country and in Town, 
They fearch a Place to lay their Burden down. 
One reftlefs in his Palace, walks abroad, 
And vainly thinks to leave behind the load. 
5ut ftraight returns ; for he's as reftlefs there ■, 
And finds there's no relief in open Air. 
Another to his F/7/<t would retire, 
And fpurs as hard as if it were on fire ; 
No fooner enter'd at his Country door, -y 

But he begins to ftretch, and yawn, and fnore ; > 
Or feeks the City which he left before. -> 

Thus every Man o'er-works his weary will, 
To ftun himfelf, and to fliake off his 111 ; 
The (hakingFitreturns, and hangs upon him ftill. 
No profpeft of Repofe, nor hope of Eafe j 
The Wretch is ignorant of his Difeafe j 
"Which known would all his fruitlefs trouble fpare y 
For he would know the World not worth his care: 
Then would he fearch more deeply for the caufe j 
And ftudy Nature well, and Nature's Laws : 
For in this moment lyes not the debate i 
But on our future, fix'd, eternal States 
That never-changing State which all muft keep 
Whom Death has doom'd to everlafliing flccp. 
Why are we then fo fond of mortal Life, 
Bcfet with dangers and maintain'd with ftrife. 
A Life which all our care can never favc j 
One Fate attends us j and one common Grave. 
Befidej, we tread but a perpetual round -j 

We ne'er ftrike out; but beat the former ground,.^ 
And the fame Maukilh Joys in the fame track aie^ 
foiiud. «l 

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For ftill \vc rJiink an abfcnt Blefling bcft ; ^ 

Which cloys, and is no Blefling when polfeft ; ^ 
A new arifing Wiih expells ir fiom the Bread. 
The feav'rifh thirft of Life increafcs ftill j 
We call for more and more, and never have our fill : 
Yet know not what to Morrow we lliall try, 
What dregs of Life in the laft draught may lie. 
Nor, by the longeft Life we can attain; ^ ^ 
One Moment from the length of Death we gain ; ^ 
For all behind belongs to his eternal Reign, 
When once the Fates have cut the mortal Thread, 
The Man as much to all Intents is dead. 
Who dies to Day, and will as long be fo. 
As he who dy'd a thoufmd Yeats ago. 

L U C R E T I U S 

The Fourth Book. 

Concerning the Nature of Love. 

Tranjluted by Mr. D r y d s n. 

Beginning at this Line, 

Sic igltur, Veneris qui telis cicclpit, IHtmj, &c. 

THUS therefore, he who feels the fiery Dart 
Of drong Delire transfix his amorous Heart, 
Whether fome beauteous Boy's alluring Face, 
Or lovelier Maid wi:h unreilfted Grace, 
Fii^m each part the winged Arrow fends. 
From whence he firft was ftruck, he thither tends, 
Reftlcfs he roams, impatient to be freed, 
And eager to injed the fprightly Seed. 
For fierce Dcfire does all his Mind employ, 
And aideut Love afl\ues appxoaching Joy. 

(5o The Se CO wi!>^ Pa r t of 

Such is the nature of that pleafing Smart, 

Whofe burning Drops diftil upon the Heart, 

The feaver of the Soul fhot from the Fair, 

And the cold Ague of fucceeding Care. 

If abfent, her Idea ftill appears; 

And her fweet Name is chiming in your Ear*: 

But ft rive thofe pleafing Fantoms to remove. 

And fhun th' aerial Images of Love, 

That feed the Flame: When one molcfts thy Mind, 

Difcharge thy Loins on all the leaky kind; 

For that^'s a wifer way, than to reftrain 

Vithin thy fwelling Nerves that hoard of Pain. 

For every Hour fome deadlier Symptom fhows, 

And by delay the gatii'ring Venom grows, 

When kindly Applications are not us'd j 

The Viper Love muft on the Wound be bruis'di 

Gn that one Objed 'tis not fafe to ftay. 

But force the tide of Thought fome other way ; 

The fquandet'd Spirits prodigally throw, 

And in the common Glebe of Nature fow. 

Nor wants he all the Blifs, that Lovers feign, 

Who takes the Pleafure, and avoids the Painj 

For purer Joys in purer Health abound, 

And Icfs affeft the fickly than the found. 

When Love. its utmoft Vigour does imploy, 

£v'n then, 'tis but a reftJefs wandring Joy : 

Nor knows the Lover, in that wild excefs, 

With Hands or Eyes, what firft he would pofTefs : 

But drains at all; and faft' n in g where he ftrains. 

Too clofely prelTes with his frantick Pains: 

With biting Kifles hurts the twining Fair, 

Which fliews his Joys imperfeft, unlincerc: 

For ftung with inward Rage, he flings around. 

And ftrives t' avenge the Smart on that which gave 

the Wound, 
But Love thofe eager bitings does reftrain. 
And mingling Pleafure mollifies the Pain, 
For ardent Hope ftili flatters anxious Grief, 
AJi.d. fends him, to iiis Foe to feek Relief; 

Miscellany Poems. 6i 

which yet the nature of the thing denies; 

For Love, and Love alone of all our ]oys 

By full rofleffion docs but fan the Fire, 

The more we ftill enjoy, the more wefHil defite. 

Nature for Meat and Drink provides a fpace 5 

And when recciv'd they fill their certain places 

Hence Thirft and Hunger may be fatisfy'd. 

But this Repletion is to Love deny'd ; 

Form, Feature, Colour, whatfoe'er Delight 

Provokes the Lover's endlefs Appetite, 

Thefe fill no Space^ nor can we thence remove 

With Lips, or Hands, or all our Inftrumcnts of Love; 

In our deluded Grafp wc nothing find. 

But thin aerial Shapes, that fleet before the Mind. 

As he who in a Dream with drought is curft. 

And finds no real Drink to quench his thirft j 

Runs to imagin'd Lakes his heat to fteep, 

And vainly fwills and labours in his fleep; 

So Love with Fantoms cheats our longing Eyes, 

Which hourly feeing never fatisfies : 

Our Hands pull nothing from the Parts they ftrain. 

But wander o'er the lovely Limbs in vain : 

Nor when the youthful Pair more clofely join, 

When Hands in Hands they lock,and Thighs inThighs- 

Juft in the raging foam of full Defire, [they twine, 

When both prefs on, both murmur, both expire, 

They gripe, they fqueeze, their humid Tongues they 

As each wou'd force their way to t' others Heart -.[dart, 

In vain ; they only cruize about the Coaft, 

For Bodies cannot pierce, nor be in Bodies loft: 

As fure they ftrive to be, when both engage, 

In that tumultuous momentary Rage, 

So 'tangled in the Nets of Love they lie, 

'Till Man diflblves in that excefs of Joy, 

Then, when the gather'd Bag has burft its way, 

And ebbinn; Tides the flacken'd Nerves betray, 

A Paufe cnfuesj and Nature nods awhile, 

•"Till with lecxuited I^age new S|ildt$ boil j 

6i 7'he Second Part of 

And then the fame vain Violence returns. 
With Flames renew'd ch' erefted Furnace burns. 
Again they in each other wou'd be loft. 
But ftill by adamantine Bars are croft j 
Ail ways they try, fuccefslefs all they prove. 
To rure the fecret Sore of lingring Love. 

Belides \ 

They wafte their Strength in the venereal Strife 
And to a Woman's Will enflave their Lifcj 
Th' Eftate runs out> and Mortgages are made. 
All Offices of friend(hip are decay'd; 
Their Fortune tuin'd, and their Fame betray'd. 
sAjfyriAn Ointment from their Temples flows. 
And Diamond Buckles fparkle in their Shooes. 
The chearful Emerald twinkles on their Hands, 
With all the Luxury of foreign Lands : 
And the blue Coat that with Imbroid'ry fhines. 
Is drunk with Sweat of their o'er-labour'd Loins. 
Their frugal Father's Gains they mif-employ, 
And turn to Point, and Pearl, and ev'ry Female Toy, 
French Fafhions, coftly Treats are their Delight j 
The Park by Day, and Plays and Balls by Night. 

In vain : 

For in the Fountain where their Sweets are fought. 
Some Bitter bubbles up, and poifons all the Draught, 
Firft guilty Confciencs does the Mirror bring, 
Then fliarp Rcmorfe ihoots out her angry Sting, 
And anxious Thoughts within themfelves at ftxife, 
Upbraid the long mifpcnt, luxurious Life. 
Perhaps the fickle Fair one proves unkind, -. 

Or drops a doubtful Word, that pains his Mind; S- 
And leaves a rankling Jealoulie behind, ^ 

Perhaps he watches clofe her amorous Eyes, 
And in the ad of ogling does furprife j 
And thinks he itt% upon lier Cheeks the while, 
The dimpled Tracks of fome foregoing Smiley 
His raging Pulfe beats thick; and his pent Spirits 


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This Is the produft cv'n of profp'rous Love, 

Think then what pangs dilaftrous Pafllons prove I 

Innumerable Ills ; Difdain, Defpair, 

With all the meager Family of Care : 

Thus, as I faid, 'tis better to prevent, 

Than flatter the Difeafe, and late repent : 

Becaufe to fliun th' allurement is not hard, 

To minds refolv'd, forewaru'd, and well prepar'd : 

But wond'rous difficult, when once befet, 

To ftruggle thro' the ftreights, and break th' invol' 

ving Net, 
Tct thus infnat'd thy freedom thou may'ft gain, 
If, like a fool, thou doft not hug thy Chain j 
If not to ruin oblHnately blind. 
And willfully endeavouring not to find 
Her plain defefts of Body and of Mind. 
For thus the Bed/am train of Lovers ufe, 
T' inhauncc the value, and the faults excufe. 
And therefore 'tis no wonder if we fee 
They doat on Dowayes, and Deformity : 
Ev'n what they cannot praife, they will not blamc-| 
But veil with fome extenuating Name ; 
The Sallow Skin is for the Swarthy put, 
And love can make a Slattern of a Slut : 
If Cat-ey'd, then a Pa/Us is their Love, 
If freckled, fhe's a party-colour'd Dove. 
If little, then (he's Life and Soul all o'er: 
An ^maz.o>j, the large two-handed Whore. 
She ftammers, oh what grace in lifping lyes, 
If flie fays nothing, to be fure flie's wife. 
If IhriJl, and with a Voice ro drown a Quire, 
Sharp-witted (lie muft be, and full of fire. 
The lean, confumptivc Wench with coughs decayed, 
Is call'd a pretty, tight-, iuid flcnder Maid. 
Th' o'er-gro'.vn, a goodly Ceres is exprell, 
A Bed-fellow for Bacchus at the IcA^. 
flat Nofc tiie name of Satyr never mifl'cs. 
And hanging blobbciLips, but pout forkiiTcs, 

^4 The Second Part of 

The task were cndlefs all the reft to trace : 
Yet grant fhc were a Venm for her Face, 
And Shape, yet others equal Beauty fhare; 
And time was, you could live without the fair: 
She does no more, in that for which you woo. 
Than homelier Women full as well can do. 
Belides fhe daubs, and ftinks fo much of paint, 
Met own Attendants cannot bear the fcent, 
But laugh behind, and bite their Lips to hold j 
Mean time excluded, and cxpos'd to cold. 
The whining Lover ftands before the Gates, 
And there with humble adoration waits : 
Crowning with flow'rs the thrcfhold and the floor, 
And printing kifles on th' obdurate Door: 
Who, if admitted in that nick of time, 
^ If fome unfav*ry Whift betray the crime. 
Invents a quarrel ftraight, if there be none, 
Or makes fome faint Excufes to be gone : 
And calls himfelf a doating Fool to ferve, 
Afcribing more than Woman can deferve. 
'Which well they underftand like cunning Queans i 
And hide their naftinefs behind the Scenes, 
From him they ha^e allur*d, and would retain j 
But to a peircingEye, *tii> all in vain: 
For common Senfe brings all their Cheats to view, 
.And the falfe light difcovers by the true ; 
Which a wife Harlot owns, and hopes to find 
A pa^on for defefts, that run thro* all the kind. 
Nor always do they feign the fweets of Love, 
When round the panting Youth thcrx pliant Limbs 

they move j 
And cling, and heave, and moiften ev*ry kifs, 
They often fhare, and more than fhare the bliCs ; 
From every part, ev'n to their inmofl Soul, 
They feel the trickling Joys, and run with vigour 

to the Goal. 
Stirt'd with the fame impetuous defire Tquirc: 

jauds, Beafts, andHads, and Maxes, theiiMaks re- 


an ( 

Miscellany Poems. 6f 

Btfcaufe the throbbing Nature in their Veins 
Provokes them to aflwage their kindly Pains : 
The liifty leap th*expcfting Female ftands. 
By mutual Heat compcll'd to mutual Bands. 
Thus Dogs with lolling Tongues by love arcty'd; 
Nor fliouting Boys, nor blows their Union can divide : 
At either end they drive the link to loofe j 
In vain, for ftronger Venus holds the noofe. 
Whidi never would ihofc wretched Lovers do, 
But that the commonHearsof Love they know 
The pleafuic therefore muft be Ihar'd in common 


And when the Woman's more prevailing juice 
Sucks in the Man's, the mi.vture will produce 
The Mother's likenefsj when the Man prevails* 
His own refemblance in the Seed he feals. 
But when we fee the new begotten Race 
Refleft the Features of each Parent's Face, 
Then of the Father's and the Mother's Blood, 
The juftly temper'd Seed is underdood : 
When both confpire, with equal ardour bent. 
From every Limb the due proportion fenr, 
When neither party foils, when neither foil'd. 
This gives the blended Features of the Child. 
Sometimes the Boy, the Grandfire's image bears; 
Sometimes tiie more remote Progenitor he fhares > 
Becaufe the genial Atomes of the Seed 
Lie long conceal'd e'er they exert the breed : 
And after fundry Ages paft, produce 
The taidy likcncfs of the latent juice. 
Hence Families fuch different Figures take, [Make. 
And rcprcfent their Anceftors in Face, and Hair, and 
Becaufe of the fame Seed, the Voice, and tiair, 
And fhapc, and face, and other members arc, 
And the fame antick Mould the likenefs does 

Thus oit the Father's likenefs does prevail 
la females, and the Mother's in the Male, 

66 The Second Part of 

For fince the Seed is of a double kind, 

From that where we the moft refemblance findy. 

We may conclude the ftrongeft Tinfture fent, 

And that was in concep:ion prevalent. 

Nor can the vain decrees of Pow'rs above 

Deny produftion to the aft of Love, 

Or hinder Fathers of that happy Name, 

Or with a barren Womb the Matron fhame j 

As many think, who ftain with Viftims Blood 

Tlie mournful Altars, and with Incenfe load : 

To blefs the fhow'ry Seed with future Life, 

And to impregnate the well-labour'd Wife. 

In vain they weary Heav'n with Prayer, or fly 

To Oracles, or Magick Numbers try : 

For Barrennefs of Sexes will proceed. 

Either from too Condens'd, or watry Sctd -y 

The watry Juice too foon diffolves away. 

And in the parts projefted will not ftay j 

The too Condens'd, unfoul'd, unwieldly Mafs 

Drops fhort, nor carries to the deftin'd place : 

Nor pierces to the parts, nor, though injefted home. 

Will mingle with the kindly moifture of the Womb. 

For Nuptials are unlike in their Succefs, 

Some Men, with fruitful Seed fome Women blefs ; 

And from fome Men fome Women fruitful iwe j 

Juft as their Conftitutions join or jar: 

And many, feeming barren Wives have been, 

WiiO, after match'd with more prolifick Men, 

Have fill'd a Family with pratling Boys : 

And many not fupply'd at home with joys. 

Have found a Friend abroad, to eafe their fmart^ 

And to perform the Saplefs Husband's part. 

So much it docs import, that Seed with Seed 

Should of the kindly mixture make the Breed: 

And thick with thin, and thin wuh thick ihould join* 

So to produce and propagate the Line. 

Of fuch concernment too is Drink and Food^ 

V incraflate, or atfenuate the Blood, 

he blow, •* 

Wives they fhow ; C 
oke, the mingled C 

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Of like importance is the Polture too, 
In which thd genial feat of Love we do : 
For as the Females of the four-foot kind, 
Receive the leapings of their Males behind ; 
So the good Wives, with Loins uplifted high, 
And leaning on their Hands the fruitful flrokc 

may try: 
For in that pofture will they beft conceive ; 
Not when fupinely laid they frisk and heave ; 
For adive Motions only break the blow. 
And more of Strumpets than of 
When anfwering ftroke with Uroke, 

Liquors flow. 
Endearments eager, and too brisk a bound, 
Throws oft'the Plow-fhare from the furrow'd ground. 
But common Harlots in Conjunction heave, 
Becaufe 'tis \e(s their Buiinefs to conceive 
Than to delight, and to provoke the deed j 
A trick which honeft Wives but little need. 
Nor is it from the Gods, or CupicCs dart. 
That many a homely Woman takes the Heart; 
But Wives well humour'd, dutiful, and chafte, 
And clean, will hold their wandring Husbands faf^. 
Such are the Links of Love, and fuch a Love will 

For what remains, long habitude, and ufe, 
Will kindnefs in domcftick Bands produce : 
For Cuftom will a ftrong Imprefllon leave ; 
Hard Bodies, which the lighted ftroke receive. 
In length of time, will moulder and decay, 
And ftones with drops of Rain arc walli'd away, 



68 The SEGON& Part of 
From Lucretius Book V» 

By Mr. Dry den. 

THr» porro pfter^ &C. 

THUS- like a Sailor by the Tempeft hurl'd 
A-fhorc, the Babe is fhipwrack'd onthcWoildi- 
Naked he lies, anrd ready to expire j 
Helplefs of all that human Wants require: 
Expos'd upon unhofpitable Earth, 
Fiom the firft moment of his haplefs Birth. 
Straight with foreboding Cries he fills the Roonj j 
(Too true prefages of his future Doom.) 
But Flocks and Herds, and every favage Beaft 
By more indulgent Nature are increas'd. 
They want no Rattles for their froward mood, 
Nor Nurfe to reconcile them to their Food, 
With broken wordsj nor Winter blafts they fear. 
Nor change their Habits with the changing Year: 
Nor, for their Safety, Citadels prepare j 
Nor forge the wicked Inftruments of War: 
Unlabour'd Earth her bounteous Treafure grants. 
And Naturc^s lavifh Hand fupplies their common 

D A P H N I S. 

From TheocriiMs IdylL zy. 
By Mr. D r y d en. 

D ^ P H N I S, 

TH E Shepherd rnrh bore the Spartan Bride 
By force away, and then by force enjoy'd } 
But I by free confent can boaft a Blifs, 
A fairer Helen, aiid a fweeter kifs. 

MiscEL LAN Y Poems. 69 

Chioris. Kifl'es arc empty Joys, and foon ;ue oVr. 

Daih. A Kils betwixt the Lips is fomeching more, 

Chlo. 1 wipe my Mouth, and whcre's your killing 

Daph. I fwcar you wipe it to be Uifs'd ugen. [then? 

Chlo. Go tend your Herd, and kifs your Cows at 
I am A Maid, and in my Beauty's bloom, [home j 

Daph. 'Tis well remembcr'd,do not wafte your time j 
But wifely ulc it e'er you pafs your prime. 

Chh. Blown Rofes hold their Sweetiiefs to the laft, 
And Rallins keep their lufcious native tafte. 

Daph. The Sun's too hot; thofe Olive fhades are 
1 fain wou'd whifper fomething in your Ear. [near j 

Chlo. 'Tis honeil; talking where we maybe fccn, j 
God knows what fecret Mifchief you may mean; > 
I doubt you'll play the Wag, and kifs again. ' 

Daph. At leall beneath yon' Elm you need not 
My Pipe's in tune, if you're difpos'd to hear, [fear; 

Chlo. Play by your felf, I dare not venture thither: 
You, and your naughty Pipe go hang together. 

Ddph. Coy Nymph beware, left Venp^s you offend : 

Chl'j. 1 lliall have chaite DutnA ftill to Friend. You have a Soul, and Cupid hzs a Dart; 

Chlo. Diana will defend, or heal my Heart. 
Kay, fie, what mean you in this open place? 
Unhand me, or, I fwear, Wl fcratch your Face. 
Let go for fiiame ; you make me mad for fpight j 
My Mouth's my own ; and if you kifs, I'll bite. 

Daph. Away with yourdiflembling Female Tricks: 
Vhar, wou'd you 'fcapc thQ Fate of all your Sex? 

fhb. 1 fwear I'll keep my Maidenhead 'all death. 
And die as pure as Queen Elizjibith. [down i 

Daph. Nay mum for that; but let me lay thee 
Better with me, than with forae naufeous Clown. 

Chlo. I'd have you know, if 1 were fo inclin'd 
1 have been woo'd by many a wealthy Hind; 
But never found a Husband to iry Mind. 

Daph. Eilt tiiey nre abfent all ; and I am here; -\ 

Chlo. The matrimonial Yoke is hard to beat ; ^ 
And Marriage is a wofui word to hear. - 

70 The Second Part of 

Daph. A Scare-crow, fet to frighten Fools away; 
Marriage has Joys; and you fhall have a {jiy. 

Chlo. Sour Sawce is often mix'd with our Delight, 
You kick by Day more than you kifs by Night. 

Daph, Sham Stories all ; but fay the worftyoucan, 
A very Wife fears neither God nor Man. 
. Chlo, But Child-birth is, they fay, a deadly pain; 
It cofts at leaft a Month to knit again. 

Daph. Diana cures the Wounds Z.«t/«ij made ; 
your Goddefs is a Midwife by her Trade. 

Chh. But 1 fhall fpoil my Beauty if I bear. 

Daph. But Mam and Dad are pretty names to hear. 

Chlo. But there's a civil Queftion Ui,'d of late j 
Where lies my Jointure, where your own Eflatc? 

Driph. My Flocks, my Fields, my Wood, my Paftures 
"With Settlement as good as Law can make, [take, 

Chlo. Swear then you will not leave me on the 
But marry me, and make an honeft Woman. 

Daph. I fwear by Pan (tho' he wears Horns you'll 
Cudgeli'd and kick'd, I'll not be forc'd away, [fay) 

Chlo. I bargain for a wedding Bed at leaA, 
A Houfe, and handfome Lodging for a Gueft. 

Daph. A Houfe well furnifh'd Ihall be thine to keep ; 
And for a Flock-bed 1 «an flieer my Sheep. 

Chh. What Tale fliall I to my old Father tell ? 

Daph. 'Twill make him Chuckle thou'rt beftow'd 
fo well. 

Chlo. But after all, in Troth I am to blame 
To be fo loving, e'er I know your Name. 
A pleafant founding Name's a pretty thing : 

D,x:-h. Faith, mine's a very pretty Name to fingj 
They call mc Daphnis : LycidAS my Siif, 
Both found as well as Woman can delire. 
Norn A.', bore me ; Farmers in degree. 
He a good Husband, a good Houfwifc flic. 

Chlo. Your Kindred is not much amifs, 'tis tiuc, 
Yet 1 am fomewhat better born than you. 

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Daph. I know your Father, and his Family; 
And without boalling am as good as he, 
Mene!au5-y and no JNlafter goes before. 

CIjIv. Hang both our Pedigrees ; not one word more j 
But if you love me, let me fee your Living, 
Tour Houfe and Home; for feeing is believing. 

Daph. See firft yon Cyprefs Grove, (a fliade from 
Noon ;) [foon. 

Chlo. Browze on my Goats ; for I'll be with you 

Daph. Feed well my Bulls, to whet your Appetite; 
That each may take a lufty Leap at Night. 

Chlo. What do you mean (uncivil as you are,) 
To teach my Breads, and leave my Bofom bare? 

Daph. Thefe pretty Eubbies fitfl: I make my own. 

Chlo. Pull out your Hand, I fwear, or I fhall fwoon. 

Daph. Why does thy ebbing Blood forfake thy Face ? 

Chlo. Throw me at leaft upon a cleaner place : 
My Linnen ruffled, and my Waftcoat foiling, [ingj 
What do you think new Cloaths were made for fpoil- 

Daph. I'll lay my Lambskins underneath thy Back: 

Chlo. My Head-Geer's off; what filthy work you 

Daph. To Kf;7«;fiift,Ilay thefeOff'ringsby; [make! 

Chlo. Nay firft look round, that no body be nigh: 
Mcthinks I hear a whifp'ring in the Grove. 

Daph. The CyprefiT ices are telling Tales of Love. 

Chlo. You tear off all behind me, and before me; 
And I'm as naked as my Mother bore me. 

Daph. I'll buy thcebetter Cloaths than thefe I tear, 
And lie fo clofe, I'll cover thee from Air. 

Chlo. Y' are liberal now ; but when your turn is fped. 
You'll wilh me choak'd with every Cruft of Uredd. 

Daph. I'll give thee more, much more than I have 
Wou'd I cou'd coin my very Heart to Gold, [told ; 

Chb. Forgive thy Handmaid (Huntrefs of the 
1 fee there's no refifting FlcHi and Blood 1 [Wood.) 

Daph. The noble Deed is done ; my Herds I'll culls 
Cnpul, be thine a Calf; and F>n«j, thine a Bull. 

Chh. A Maid 1 came, in an unlucky Hour, 
But hence icturn, without my Yirgin flow'r. 

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DA^h. A Maid is bur a barren Name at beft 5 
If thou canft hold, I bid for Twins at leaft. 

Thus did this happy Pair their love difpencc 
With mutual Joys, and gratify'd their Senfej 
The God of Love was there a bidden Gueftj 
And prefent at his own myfterious Feaft. 
His azure Mantle underneath he fprcad. 
And fcattcr'd Rofes on the Nuptial Bedj 
While folded in each others Arms they lay, *^ 

Ke blew the Flames, and furnifli'd out the play, ( 
And from their Foreheads wip'd the balmy Sweat C 
away. J 

Firft rofe the Maid, and with a glowing Face, 
Her down-caft Eyes beheld her print upon the Grafs 5 
Thence to her Herd flie fped her felf in hafte : ~j 
The Bridegroom ftarted from his Trance at laft, > 
And piping homeward jocoundly he paft. ^ 

HORACE Lib. I. Ode p. 

By Mr. D R Y d E n. 

BEhold yon' Mountain's hoary height 
Made higher with new Mounts of Snow; 
Again behold the ^Vinter's weight 

Opprefs the lab'ring Woods below : 
And Streams with icy Fetters bound, 
Benumb'd and crampt to folid Ground. 

With weli-heap'd Logs difTolve the cold. 
And feed the genial Hearth with Fires ; 

Troduce the Wine, that makes us bold. 
And fprightly Wit and Love inf^ires : 

iFor what hereafter Ihall betide, 

God, if tis woith his Care, proride. 


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Let him alone, with what he made, 

To tofs and turn the World below i 
At his Command the Storms invade ; ' 

The Winds by his Commiflion blow j 
'Till with a Nod he bids 'em ceafe. 
And then the Cahn returns, and ;ill is pea«c. 

To Morrow and her Woiks dcfie. 

Lay hold upon the prcfent Hour, 
And fnatch the pleafures pafllng by. 

To put them out of Fotune's pow'r: 
Nor Love, nor Love's delights difdain, 
Whate'cr thou get'ft to Day, is Gain. 

Secure thofe golden early Joys, 

That Youth unfoui'd with Sorrow bears., 
L'er with'ring Time the tafte dcltroys, 

With Sicknefs and unwieldy Years! 
For adive Sports, for plealing Red, .^ 

This is the time to be poflcft j > 

The beft is but in Seafon beft. ^ 


The pointed Hour of promis'd Blifs, 

The pleafing Whilper in tiie dark. 
The half unwilling willing Kiis, 

The Laugh that guides thee to the Mark, 
Wlien the kind Nymph wou'd Coyuefs feign, -^ 
And hides but to be found again, S- 

Thcfc, thcfe are Joys the Gods for Youth ordain. -^ 

Vol. IL 

74 ^^«? Second Part af 

Hont. Ode ip. Book 3. Paraphrased 
in Pindarique Ferfe-y and infer ib"d 
to the Right Honourable Lawrence 
Earl. of Rochefter. 

B^ Mr, DuYDEN. 


DEfcended of an ancient Line, 
That long the Tuf^an Scepter fway'd. 
Make hafte to meet the generous Wine, 

U'hofe piercing is for thee deJay'd : 
The rolie Wreath is ready made ; 
And artful hands prepare 
The fragrant 6'/n^n Oil, that fliall perfume thy Hair. 
When the Wine fparkles from afar. 

And the well-natur'd Friend cries, come away ; 
Make hafte, andleavethy Bufinefs andthy Care, 
No mortal int'reft can be worth thy ftay. 
Xeavefor a while thy coftly Country Seat ; 

And, to be great indeed, forget 
The naufeous Pleafiires of the Great : 

Make hafte and come : 
Come and forfake thy cloying ftore ; 

Thy Turret that furveys, from high, 
The fmokc, and wealth, and noife of 7^»«f ; 

And all the bufic pageantry 
That wife Men fcorn, and Fools adore : 
Come, give thy Soul aloofe, and taftc the Pleafures of 
IV. [the Tool, 

Sometimes 'tis grateful to the Rich, to try 
A fltort viciflitude, and fit of Poverty : 
A favoury Difh, a homely Treat, 
"Where all is plain, wheie all is neat. 

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without the ftately fpacious Room, 
The Perjlan Carpet, or the Tyrian Loom, 
Clear up the cloudy Foreheads of the Great. 
The Sun is in the Lion mounted high j 
The Syriiin Star 
Barks from afar j 
And with his fultry Breath infe<fls the Sky ; Cfry- 
The Ground below is parch'd, the Heav'ns above us 
The Shepherd drives iris fainting Flock, 
Beneath the covert of a Rock j 
And feeks refrefhing Rivulets nigh : 
The SylvAns to their Shades retire, 
Thofe very Shades and Streams, new Shades and 
Streams require^ [ing fire. 

And want -a cooling breeze of Wind to fan the rat;c- 
Thou, what befits the new Lord Mayor, 
And what the City Faftion dare. 
And whiit the Galtick^ Arms will do. 
And what the Qiiiver-bearing Foe, 
Art anxioufly inquiutive to know : 
But God has, wifely, hid from human S ght 
The dark Decrees of future Fate j 
And fown their Seeds in depth of Night j 
He laughs at all the giddy turns of State; 
When Mortals fearch too foon, and fear too \mc, 
Enjoy the prefent fmiling Hour ; 
And put it out of Fortune's Pow'r : 
The tide of buluiefs, like the running Stream, 

Is fometimes high, and fometinies low, 
A quiet Ebb, or a tempeftuous Flow, 
And always in extream. 
Now with a noiidefs gentle Courfc 
It keeps within tlie middle Bed j 
Anon it lifts aloft the Head, 
And bears down all before it, with impetuous force : 
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76 The Second Part */ 

And Trunks of Trees come rowling down. 
Sheep and their Folds together drown : 
Both Houle and Homefted into Seas are born. 
And Rocks are from their old foundations torn. 
And Woods made tliin with Winds, their fcatter'd 
VIII. [Honours mourn. 

Happy the Man, and happy he alone, 
He, who can call to Day his own : 
He who, fecure within, can fiiy 
To Morrow dothy worft,forI have liv*dtoDay. 
Be fair, or foul, or rain, or fhine, 
The Joys I have polleft, in fpight of Fate are mine. 
Not Heav'n it felf upon the paft has Pow'r j 
■ Bur what has been, has been, and I have had my Hour. 
Fortune, that with malicious Joy, 

Does Man her Slave opprefs, 
Troud of her Office to deftroy, 

Is feldom pleas'd to blefs. 
Still various and unconftant ftill ; 
But with an Inclination to be ill j 
Promotes, degrades, delights in Strife, 
And makes a Lottery of Life. 
I can enjoy her while Ihe's kind; 
But when fhe dances in the Wind, 
And Ihakcs her Wings, and will not ftay, 
1 puff the Proftitutc away : 
The little or the much fhe gave, is quietly refign'd: 
Content with Poverty, my Soul 1 arm; 
And Virtue, tho' in Rags, will keep rce warm. 
What is't to me. 
Who never fail in her unfaithful Sea, 
If Storms arife, and Clouds grow black 3 
If the Maft fplit and threaten Wreck, 
Then let the greedy Merchant fear 

Jor his ill gotten Gain ; 
.And pray to Gods that will not heax, 

Miscellany Poems. 77 

V.'a-!c the del-):;t:ing Winds and Billows bear 

Hi; Wealth into the Main. 
For mc fccure from Fortune's Blows, 
(Seciue of what 1 cannot lofe.) 
In nw fmall Pinnace I can fail, 
Contemning ?.ll the blulbing roari 

And running with a merry Gale, 
With friendly Stars my fafcty feck 
Wirliin fome lirtle windijig Creek j 

And fee the Storm a-{]-,orc, 

rrom HORACE, L^jod. 2, 

By Mr. Dry den. 

HOW happy in his low Degree, 
How rich in humble Poverty, is he. 
Who leads a quiet Country Life I 
Difcl'.arg'd of Bufmefs, void of Strife, 
And from the griping Scrivener free. 
(Thus e'er the Seeds of Vice were Town, 
Liv'd Men in better Ages born, 
Who plow'd with Oxen of their own 
Their fmall paternal Field of Corn.) 
Nor Trumpets fummon him to War 

Nor Drums diftuib his Morning Sleep, 
Nor knows he Merchants gainful Cave, 

Nor fears the Dangers of the Deep. 
The clamours of contentious Law, 

And Court and Srate lie wifely fhuns, 
Norbrib'd wirh Hopes nor ddr'd with Awe 

To fervile Salutations runs : 
But cither to the clafping Vine 

Does the fupporting Poplar wed, . 
Or with liis pruning Hook disjoin 

Unbearing Branches from their Heai, 

And grafts more happy in their i^cad : 
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78 The Second Parto/ 

Ox climbing to a hilly Steep 

^ He views liis Herds in Vales afar, 

Or flieers his overburden'd Sheep, 

Or Mead for cooling drink prepares^ 

Of Virgin Honey in the Jars. 
Or in the now declining Year, 

When bounteous Autumn rears his Head, 
He joys to pull the ripcn*d Pear, 

And cluftring Grapes with Purple fpread. 
The faireft of his Fruit he fcrves, 

Priapfis thy rewards : 
Syivafius too his part deferves, 

Whofe care the fences guards. 
Sometimes beneath an ancient Oak, 

Or on the matted Grafs he lyes; 
No God of Sleep he need invoke. 

The ftrcam that o'er the pebbles flies 

With gentle Slumber crowns his Eyes. 
The Wind that whifties through the Sprays 

Maintains the confort of the Song j 
And hidden Birds with native lays 

The goldeh fleep prolong. 
Eut when the blaft of Winter blows, 

And hoary froft inverts the Year, 
Into the naked Woods he goes 

And leeks the tusky Boar to rear. 

With well-mouth'd Hounds and pointed Spear. 
Or fpreads his fubtile Nets from fight 

With twinkling Glafles, to betray 
The Larks that in the Meflies light. 

Or makes the fearful Hare his prey. 
Amidft his harmlefs ealle joys 

No anxious Care invades his Health, 
Nor Love his peace of Mind deftroys, 

Nor wicked avarice of Wealth. 
But if a chaft and pleafing Wife, 
To cafe thebullnefs of his Life, 
Divides with him his houfliold care, 
Such as the Sabine Matrons were. 

M I S C E L L A N Y P E M S. 7^ 

Such as the fwift ^puHan^s Bride, 

Sunburnt and Swarthy tho' Ihc be. 
Will fire for Winter Nights provide, 

And without noife will overfec. 

His Children and his Famiivj 
And order all things till he come, 
Sweaty and overlabour'd, hojnc : 
It" fhe in Pens his Flocks will fold. 

And then produce her Dairy ftore. 
With Wine to drive away the cold, 

And unbought dainties of the poor> 
Not Oyfters of the LHcnne Luke 

My fober appetite would wilh, 

Nor T-ArOet, or the Foreign Fifh 
That rowlirg Tempefts overtake. 

And hither waft the coftly Diih^ 
Not Hea:hpoifT, Or the rarer Bird, 

Which Pha/is, or Ionia yields, 
Mpie pleafing Moifels would aiford 

Than the fat Olives of my Fields j 
Than Shards or Mallows for the Pot, 

That keep the loofen'd Body found, , 
Or than the Lamb that falls by Lot, 

To the juft Guardian of my Ground. 
Amidft thefe Feafts of happy Swains, 

The jolly Shepherd fmiles to fee 
His flock returning from the Plains j 

The Farmer is as pleas'd as he 
To view his Oxen, fweating fmoak 
Bear on their Necks the loofen'd Yoke 
To look upon his men-al Crew, 

That fit around his cliearful Hearth, 
And bodies fpent in toil renew 

With wholefomc Food and Country Mirth 
This Moretraft faid within himfelfi 
Rcfolv'd to leave the wicked Town, 
And live retir'd upon his own; 
He call'd his Mony in: 

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8o The Second Part of 

But the prevailing Love of Pelf, 
Soon fplit him on the former Shelf, 
And put it out again. 

Bajazet/(?Gloriana5 1684. 

FAir Royal Maid, permit a Youth undone, 
To tell you how he drew his Ruin onj 
By what Degrees he took that Paffion in, 
That made him guilty o£ Pronjethean Sin, 
Who from the Gods durft fteal Celeftial Fire; 
And. tho' with lefs fuccefs, I did as high afpire. 
Ah ! why (you Gods) was fhe of mortal Race, 
And why 'twixt ]\er and me was there fo vaft a (pace J 
Why was fhe not above my PalTion made ? 
Some Star in Heaven, or Goddefs of the Shade? 
And yet my haughty Soul could ne'er have bow'd 
To any Beauty of the common Crowd : 
None but the Brow that did expeft a Crown 
Could charm or awe me with a Smile or Frown. 

I liv'd the Envy of th' ^Arcadian Plains, 
Sought by the Nymphs, and bow'd to by the Swains. 
Where-e'er I pafb'd, I fwept the Street along. 
And gathci'd round me all the gazing Throng. 
In num'rous Flocks and Herds I did abound 3 
And when 1 vainly f^read my Wilhes round. 
They wanted nothing but my being Crown'd j 
Yet v/ifnel's all you fpightful Fow'rs above, 
\i my Ambition did not fpring fiom Love: 
Had you, bright Cliriana, been lefs fair, 
Lefs excellent, lefs charming than you are, 
I had my honeft Loyalty retain'd, 
My noble Blood untainted had remain'd ; 
Witnefs you Graces, and you facred Bowery, ^ 
You fhaded Rivers, Banks, and Beds of Flowers, ^ 
W here the expcftingNyraphs have paft their houisj -* 

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Witnefs how oft (all carelefs of their Fame) 

They langialh'd for the Author of their Flam? : 

And when I came leproach'd, my old Refeivc 

A>k'd lor what Nymph 1 did my Joys pieferve 

Wh-it ligh'.ng Maid was next to be undone, 

For whom I dreft and put my Graces on ': 

And never thongiit (tlio' 1 feign'd ev'ry proof 

Of tender Pafllon) that I lov'd enough. 

While 1 with Love's Variety was cloy'd, 

Or the fai'it Pleafure like a Dream enjoy *d ; 

' fwas Ghrianai Eves my Soul alone 

Vith cverl-.'.fting Gufi could feed upon : 

I'rom her fiift Bloom my Fate 1 did purfi'e, -j 

And from the tender fragrant Bud I knew % 

The charming Sweet it promis'd when it Mew. ^ 

They gave me hope, and 'twas in vain I try'd 

The Beauty from the Princefs to divide : 

I or lie at once muft feel, whom \ ou infpire, -> 

A foft Ambition, and a h.nigh.ty Fire, ^ 

And Hopes, tiie natural Aid of young Dclire. -^ 

My uiicoiiliderin^ Fafiion had not yet 
Thouglit your lliulbious Birth for mine too g:e.;i ; 
'Twas Love that I purfa'd, that God that leads 
Somet'.mes the equal'd Slave to Princes Beds. 
But O, 1 had forgot riiat Flame muft reft 
In your bright Soul tiiat makes th' Adorer bleft j 
Your facrcd Fue alone muft you fubdue, 
' ris that, not mine, can raife mc up to you ^ 
Yet if by chance ni' Ambition met a flop 
With any Thouglit that check'd m' advancing Hope : 
This new one flraight would all the reft confouud, 
How every Coxcomb aim'd at being Ciown'd } 
The vain young Fool with all his Mother's Paicr, 
Who wanted Senfc enough for little Arts; 
V/hofc Compofition was like r/.£<^fr-Chcefe, 
in wiiofe Production .\]\ the Town agrees) 
. o whom from Prince to Pried was added Stuff, 
Fiom Gicat King Charla e'en down to FathLei:(;.>t''i 
L S 

82, The Second Part oj 

Yet he with vain Pretendons lays a Claim 

To th* glorious Title of a Sovereign ; 

And when for Gods fuch wretched things fet np. 

Was it fo great a Crime for me to hope ? 

No Laws of God or Man my Vows reprove. 

There is no Treafon in ambitious Love ; 

That facred Antidote i'th' poifon'd Cup, 
Quells the Contagion of each little Drop. 

1 bring no Forces but my Sighs and Tcais, 
My Languifhments, my fcf: Complaints and Pray*rs, 
Artillery which was never fent in vain, 
Kor fails, where-e'er it lights, to wound or pain. 
Here only, here rebated they return, 
Meeting the folid Armour of your Scorn; 
Scorn I by the Gods, lany thing could bear, 
The rough Fatigues and Storms of dangerous War ; 
Long Winter Marches, or the Summer's Heat, 
Nay e'en in Battel from the Foe defeat ; 
Scars on this Face, Scars, whofe dull Recompence 
Would ne'er atone for what they rob from thence j 
Scandal of Coward, nay, half-witted too. 
Or llding with the pardon'd Rebel Crew j 
Or ought but Scorn : And yet you muft frown on. 
Your Slave was deftin'd thus to be undone 5 
you rhe avenging Deity appear. 
And 1 a Viftiiji lail to all the injured Fair. 


BLeft he that with a mighty Hand, 
Does bravely his own Fate command; 
Whom threatning Ills, arid flattering ricafures find, 
Safe in the Empire of a conftant Mind : 
Uho from the peaceful Beach defcries. 
Repining Man in the World's Ocean loft, 

Miscellany Poems. ^3 

And with a chearful Smile defies. 
The Storm in which the difcontented's loft. 

Content, thou beft of Friends, for tliou 

In our Neceflities art fo, 
Mid'ft all our 111, a BleOlng ftill in llore, 
Joy to the Rich, and Riches to the Toor. 

Thou Chymick good, that cau'ft alone, 
FromFate's moft poifojious Drugs, rich Cordial raife ; 

Thou rrueft Philofophick Stone, 
That turn'ft Lifers melancholy Drofs to golden da)»s. 
III. ' 

Content, the good, the golden Mean, 

The fafe Eftate that lits between 
The fordid Poor, and raifcrable Great, 
The humble Tenant of a rural Seat. 

In vain we Wealth and Tre.ifure he-.ip; 
He 'mid'ft his thoufand Kingdoms ftill i^ poor, 

That for another Crown does weep ; 
'Tis only he is Rich, that wi;hes for no more, 

Hence Titles, Manors and Eftate, 

Content alone can make us great j 
Content is Riches. Honour, all bedde: 
While the French Hero with infatiate Piidc, 

A fingle Empire does difdain ; 
While, ftill he's great, and ftill woj'd greater Lev 

On the le.ift fpot of Earth I Reign, 
A happier Man, and mightier Monarch far than lie. 

I beg good Heaven, with juft Deiiics, 

What Need, not Luxury, requires ; 
Give me with fparing Handi, but moderate Wealthy 
A little Honour and enough ot Health; 

Life from the bulic City fiec, 
Near lliady Groves, and purling Streams confin'd y 

A faithful Friend, a pleating ftie, 
And give me all in one, give a contented Ltind^ 

§4 Tl^s Second Part c/ 


Tell me no mote of glorious Things, 

Of Crowns, of Talaces and Kings ; 
The glittering Folly, nobly I contemn, 
And fcorn the troubles of a Diadem. 

Thus Horace, for his Sabine Scat, 
Did mighty C£far''s fhining Court refufe ; 

And, in himfelf, compleatly great. 
Contentedly enjoy'd a Miftiefs and a Mufe, 


By Mr. Cowley. 


Margarita firft pofTeft, 
If 1 remember well, my Breaft, 

Marga-ntA firft of all ; 
But wh.en awhile the wanton Maid 
With my reftlefs Heart had plaid, 

Martha took the flying Ball. 
Martha foon did it refign 

To the Beauteous Katharine. 

Beauteous Katharine gave place, 
(Though loth and angry Ihe, to part 
With the PofTefOon of my Heart) 

To ELiffi^s Con.qu'ring Face. 
I^lifa 'till this Hour might reign, 

Had Cie not EviiCounfeh ta'ca. 

Fu7idamental Laws ihc broke, 
And flxll new Favourites flie cliofe, 
'Till up in .Arms my Paffions ro(e. 

And caft away her Yoke. 

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MAry then and gentle ^nn 

Both to reign at once began j 

Alternately they Iway'd, 
And fometimes MtLry was the Y&ir^ 
And rometimes ^Ann the Creiun did wear. 

And Ibmctimes Both 1 obey'd. 
Another M^rv then arofe. 

And did rigorous Laws impolei 


Long, alas, fhould I have been 
Under that Iren-fcepter^d Uneen, 

Had not K^becca fet me free. 
When Fair T^ehecca fet me free, 

'Twas then a Golden Time with me : 

But foon thofc Pleafures fled j 
For the gracious Princefs dy'd 
In her Youth and Beauty's Pride, 

And 7«^/r/7 reigned in her ftead. 
One Month, Three Days and Half an Hour 

Judith held the So-^reign Po-uj''r. 

Wondrous beautiful her Face, 
But fo weak and fmall her Wit, 
That flie to govern was unft, 

And fo Sftfannah took her Place. 
But when IfabelU came 

Arm'd with a refiftlefs Flame, 

And th' Artillery of her Lye, 
Wliilft (he proudly march'd about 
Greater Conquefts to find out. 

She beat out Sufan by the Bye. 
But in her place I then Obey'd 

Eiick-ey'd Befi her Vm-l^y Maid, 

86 73^^ Second Part 5/ 

To whom enfu'd a Vacancy. 
Thoufand worfe Pajftons then pofleft 
The Inter-regnHm of my Breaft. 

Blefs me from fuch an .Anarchy I 
Gentle Henrietta then 

And a third Mary next began, 

Then Joan, and Jane, and ^tidria. 
And then a pretty Thomajiney 
And then another Katharine, 

And then a long £? c<eff)-/». 
But fhould I now to you relate 

The Strength and Riches of their Statft 

The Povjder, Patches, and the Pins, 
The 'Ribbon, Jewels, and the Tiings, 
The Lace, the Pi«/>;/', and -warlike things 

That make up all their Magazjns : 
If I Ihould tell the Politick Arts 

To take and keep Mens Hearts, 

The Letters, Embaflies and Spies, 
The Frowns, and Smiles, and Flatteries, 
The Qiiarrels, Tears, and Perjuries, 

Numberlefs, Kamtlefs Mjfieries\ 


And all the little Lime-ivjigs laid 

By Matchicyvil the Wan-ni-Mwd ; 

1 more voluminous iliou'.d grow, 
(Chiefly if I like them fhould tell 
All Change of Weatljers that befel) 

Than Holinp^ead or Stoiv, 
But I will briefer with them be, 

Since few of them were long with Ale. 

An higher and a nobler Straiix 
My prefent Emperefs does claim, 
lictco'iora, Firfi o^ th^ Name, 

Whom God grant long to T{fjg'-^. 

Miscellany Poems. S7 

By Sir John Suckling. 

ASeflion WAS held the other Day, 
And Apollo himfelf was at it, they fay. 
The Laurel that had been fo long referv'd. 
Was now to be given to him beft deferv'd. 

And therefore the Wits of the Town came thither, 
'Twas ftrange to fee how they flocked together. 
Each ftrongly confident of his own Way, 
Thought to gain the Laurel away that Day. 

There was Selden, and he fare clofe by the Chair j 
Waitimcin not far off, which was very fair; 
6a.nds with Tewnfetid, for they kept no Order j 
£>i^br and SotUingf-worth a little further : 
There was Lncans Tranflator too, and he 
That makes God fpeak fo big in's Poetry: 
'^elvjin and Waller, and Bart lets both the Brothers: 
J-ack^ Vau^han and Forter^ and divers others. 

The firft that broke Silence was good old Ben, 
Trepar'd before with Canary Wine, 
And he told them plainly he deferv'd the Bays, 
For his were cairdWorks,whcre others were but Plays. 

And bid them remember how he had purg'd the Stage 
Of Errors that had lalUd many an Agej 
And he iiop'd they did not think rhzfiUnt Womatiy 
The Fax, and the Akhymtjl out- done, by no Man. 

sApollo ftopt him there, and bid him not go on, 
'Twas Merit, he faid, and not Prefumptioii 
Muft cany't ; at which Ben turned about 
And in great Choler offer'd to go out: 
But thofe that were there thouglit it not fit 
To difcontent fo ancient a Wit ; 
And therefore ^polio call'd him back again, 
And made him mine Heft of im own New Inn* 

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Tom Carevj was next, but he had a Fault 

That wou'd not well fland with a Laureat ; 

His Mufe was hard bound, and th'Ulue of's Brain 

Wasfeldom brought forth but with Trouble and Pain •• 

And all that were prefent there did agree, 
A Laureat Mufe fliou'd be eafie and free. [Grace 
Yet fure 'twas not that, but 'twas thought that his 
Coniider'd he was well he had aCup-Beaier's Place. 

Will Davenanty adiani'd of a foolifh Mifchancc 
That he had got lately travelling in France^ 
Modeftly hop'd tiie Handfomenefs of his Mii!c 
Might any Deformity about him excufe. 

Andfurely the Company wou'd have been content, 
If they cou'd have found any Precedent : 
But in all their Records, either in Verfe or Piofc, 
There was not one Laureat without a Nofe. 

To Will Rartlet fure all the Wits meant well. 
But firft they wou'd fee how his Snow wou'd fell: 
Will fmil'd, and fwore in their Judgments they went 
That concluded of Merit upon Succefs. [lefs. 

Suddenly taking his Place again. 
He gave way to Sclvjin, who ftreight ftcpt in j 
But alas I he had been fo lately a Wit, 
That Apollo himfelf fcarce knew him yet. . 

Toly M.tnhcws (Pox on him, how came he there ?) 
Was whifpering Notiiing in Somebody's Ear, 
When he had the Honour to be'd in Court, 
But Sir, you may thank my Lady CArleil for't : 

For had not her Chara£^er furniflit you out 
With fomcthing of handfomc, without all doubt 
You and your ibrry Lady-Mufe had been 
In the Number of thofe that were not let in. 

In hafte from the Court two or three came in, 
And they bici'.c^ht !.r:tters, forfooth,from theQiieen ; 
'Twas difcreetly done too, for if they had ccme 
Without them, th' jiddfcaicebeexxletinto the Room. 

Miscellany Poems. I9 

This made a Difputej for 'twas plain to be feerx 
Each Man had a Mind to gratifie the Qiiecn ; 
But Apollo himfelf could nor think it fit ; [Wit, 
There was Difference, he f;\id, betwixt fooling and 

SV CK^LING next was call'd, but did not appear. 
But ftrcight one whiiper'd K.'ipollo i'th' Ear, 
That of all Men living he car'd not foi't, 
He lov'd not the Mufes fo well as his Sport j 

And prizM black Eyes, or a lucky Hit 
At Bowls, above all the Trophies of Wit : 
But ^po.'Io was angry, and publickly faid, 
'Twere fit that a Fine were fet upon's Head. 

Wat Montague now ftood forth to his Trial, 
And did not fo much as fufped a Denial 5 
But witty w^/o/Zo ask'd him firft of all, 
If he underftood his own Paftoral. 

Tor if he cou'd do it, 'twould plainly appear 
He undeiftood more than any Man there, 
And did meiir the Bays above all the reft, 
But the Monfieur was niodeft j and Silence confefi. 

During thefe Troubles, in the Court was hid . 
One that Apollo foon miiVd, little Od j 
And having fpy'd him, cill'd him out of the Throng, 
And advis'd him in his Ear not to write fo ftrong. 

M*rrer was fummon'd, but 'twas urg'd that he 
Was Chief already of another Company. 

Mules fci by himfelf moft gravely did fmile 
To fee them about nothing keep fuch a Coil j 
^1 polio had fpy'd him, but knowmg his Mind 
Paft by, and tali'd Faiktandy that fate juft behind : 

But he was of late fo gone with Divinity, 
Thar he had almoft forgot his Poetry, 
Though to fay the Truth, and Apollo did know it. 
He might have been both his Prieft and his Poet, 
At length who but an Alderman did appear, 
At which Will Davtnant began to fwcar j 

90 The Second Part of 

But wifer Apollo bude him draw nigher, 

And, when he was mounted a little higher. 

He openly decki'd, that the beft Sign 

Of good Store of Wit's to have good Stote of Coin , 

And without a Syllable more or lefs faid, 

He put the Laurel on the Alderman's Head. 

At this all the Wits were in fuch a maze 

That, for a good while, they did nothing but gaze 

One upon another^ not a Man in the Place 

But had Difcontent writ at large in his Face. 

Only the fmall Pcets chear'd up again, 

Out of Hope, as 'twas thought, of borrowing; 

But fure they were OLt, for he forfeits his Crown 

When he lends to any Poet about the Town. 

^he SESSION of the POETS. 

To the Tune of Codk-L^wrt]. 


AVoUo concern'd to fee the TranfgrefTions 
Our paltry Poets do daily commit. 
Gave order oiice mote to fummon a Seflions, 
Severely to punifh the abufes of Wit. 

II. [Court, 

Will D'^voiant would fain have been Steward o'th' 
To have fin'd and amerc'd each Man at his Will ; 
But .^poUo, it feems, had heard a Report, 
That his choice of new Plays did Ihow h'ad no skill. 
Befidcs, fome Criticks had ow'd him a fpite, 

And a little before had made the God fret. 
By letting him know the Lattrcat did write 
That damnable Farce, The Houfe to be Lett. 
Intelligence was brought, the Court being fet. 
That a Play Tripartite was very near made: 
Where malicious Matt Cliprd, and fpiritual Spratt, 
Were join'd with their Duke, a Peer of the Trade. 

Miscellany Poems. 91 


'^4jOilo rejoic'd, and did hope for amends, 

Ikcaufe he knew ir was the firft cafe 
The Duke e'er did ask the advice of his Friends, 

And fo widi'd his Play as well clapt as his Giacc» 


O Yes being made, and filence proclaim'd 

s^polh began to read the Court-Roll; 
When as foon as he H^w Franks Berkley was nam'd. 

He fcarcc could forbear from tearing the Scroll, 
But Bcrkjey, to make his Int'reft the greater, 

Sufpefting before what would come to pafs, 
Procur'd him his Goufin Fitz.h:trdings Letter, 

With which Apollo wiped his Arfe. 
Gny with his Paftoral next went to Pot j 

At fiirt in a doleful Study he rtood, 
Th n fl-,ew'd a Certificate which he had got 

From the Maids of Honour ,but it did him no good, 
Humorous Weeden came in in a pet, 

And for the Laurel began to fplutter ; 
But Apollo chid liim, and bid him firft get 

A Mufe not fo common as Mrs. "Better, 
A mimber of other fm;;ll Poets appear'd, 

With whom for a time Apollo made fpoiti 
Clifford and Fleclnoe were very well jeer'd, 

And in Conclulion whip'd out of the Court. 
Tom KjUigrevj boldly came up to the Bar, 

Thinking his jibing would get him the Bays j 
But Apollo was angry, and bid him beware 

That he caught him no more a printing his Plays. 
With ill luck in Battle, but woife in Wit, 

George Porter began for the Laurel to bawl j 
But ^patlo did think fuch Impudence iit 

To be thiuft out of Court, as he's out of Whitehall, 

92 The Second Part of 

Savoy-rniUCm^ Cowley came into the Court, 

Making Apologies for his bad Play } 
Ev*ry one gave him i^o good a Report, 

That ^^bUo gave heed to all he could fay : 
Nor would he have had, 'tis thought, a rebuke, 

Unlefs he had done feme notable Folly } 
Writ Verfes unjuftly in praife of Sam Tnkst 

Or printed his pitiful Melancholy. 


Cotton did next to the Bays pretend, 

But ^jo'lo told him it was not fitj 
Tho' his yirgit was well, it made but amends 

For the word Panc^rick^th-At ever was writ. 
X\ j 
Old Shirlr flood up and made an Excufe, 

Becaufe many young Men before him were got j 
He vow'd he had fwitch'dand fpur-gall'd his Mufe, 

But ftill the dull Jade kept to her old Trot. 
X' JI 
Sir 'B^hen Htward, call'd for over and over, 

At length fcnt in Ter.gue with a Pacquet of News, 
Wherein the fad Knight, to his Grief, did difcovcr, 

How Dryden had lately robb'd him of his Mufe. 


Each Man in the Court was pleas'd with the Theft, 

Which made the whole Family fwear and rant, 
Defuing, their Obin i'th' lurch being left, 

The Thief might be fin'd for the wild Gallant- 


Z)r>'<i«7, whom one would have thought had more Wit, 

The cenfure of ev'iy Man did difdain. 
Pleading fome pitiful Rhimes he had wrij 

In praife of the Countefs of CafiUmaine, 
Ned Howard, in whom gieat Nature is found, 

Tho' never took notice of till that Dn} , 
Impatiently fat till it came lo his Round, 

Then rofe and commended the Plot of his Play, 

Miscellany Poems. 93 

XX (. 
Such Arrogance m;idc ^Apollo ftark mad; 

But SInrly endeivour'd to iippeife his Chokr, 
By owning the Play, and Iwcariiig the Lad 
In Poetry was a very pert Schohir. 
James Hovjard being call'd for out of the Throng, 

Booted and fpui'd to the Bar did advance, 
"Where finging a damn'd nonfenfical Song, 
The Youth and his Mule were fent into Frr.nce. 
tJevJcafile and's Hoife for entrance next ftrives, 
Well ftuff *d was his Cloakbag, and fo was his Bree- 
ches, [maker lives. 
And unbutt'ning the Place where Nature's Poflet- 
PuU'dourhis Wife's Poems, Plays, EfTays asd Spee- 

XXIV. [ches. 
"Whoop, quoth Apollo, what a Devil have we here ? 

Put up thy Wife's Trumpery, good noble Marquifs, 
And home again, home again, take thy Career, 
To provide her frclh Straw, and a Chamber that 

XXV. [dark is. 
Sam Tnke fat and formally fmil'd at the reft j 

But ^pol:o who well did his Vanity know, 
Call'd him to the Bar to put him to th' Tcft, 

But his Mule was fo fiift" ihc fcarcely could go. 
She pleaded her Age, defu'd a Reward 3 

It fecms in her Age flie doarcd on Praife ; 
But Apollo rcfolv'd that fuch a bold Bard 

Should never be grac'd v/ith a Per'wig of Bavs. 
Staplcton flood up, and had nothing to fay, 

But Apollo forbid the old Knight to dcfpair. 
Commanding him once more to write a new Play, 

To be danc'd by the Poppets at BarthoCfnevj-'£A\i. 

Sir William KJ..'le^reiv doubting his Plays, 
Before he was call'd crept up to the Bench, 

And whifper'd Apollo, in cafe he would praife 
6tl}}}drAi he fliould have a Bout with the Wench, 

94 'Th^ Second Part ef 

Buckhttrji and Sydley, with two or three more 

Tranflators of Porapejy did put in their Claim j 
But Apollo made them be turn'd out of Door, 

And bid them be gone like Fools as they came. 
Old Waller heard this, and was fneaking away. 

But fomebody fpy'd him out of the Crowd 5 
Apollo, tho' h' had not feen him many a day, 

Knew him full well, and call'd to him aloud j 


My old Friend Mr. Waller, what make you there. 

Among thofe young Fellows that fpoil the French 
Then beck' ning to him, whifper'din hisEar, [Plays? 

And gave him good Counftl inftead of the Bays. 
Then in came Denham, that limping old Bard, 

Whofe Fame on the Sophy and Cooper's Hill&nnds ; 
And brought many Stationers who fwore very hard. 

That nothing fold better except 'twere his Lands. 
XXXI 1 1. 
But syipollo advis'd him to write fomething more. 

To clear a Sufpicion which poflefs'd the Court, 
That Cooper's Hilt, fo much bragg'd on before. 

Was writ by a Vicar, who had forty pound foi't. 
Then Hudwras boldly demanded the Bays, 

But t^ptllo bad him not be fo fierce , 
And advis'd him to lay afide making his Plays, 

Since he already began to write worfe and worfe. 
Tom Porter came into the Court in a huff, 

Swearing, Damn him he had writ the beft Plays : 
But Apollo it feems, knew his way well enough. 

And would not be heftor'd out of his Bays. 
Ellis in great difcontent went away, 

W'hilft D'^vcnatit againft Apollo did rage j 
Becaufe he declar'd the Secrets a Play 

Fitting foi floa€ but a Mountebank's Stage. 

Miscellany Poems. 97 

John Wilfon ftood up and wildly did ftare, 
When on the fudden ftept in a bold Scot', 

And orfer'd Apollo he freely would fwear. 
The faid Maftei Wilfon mought pafs for a Sot. 

But all was in vainj for Apollo, 'tis faid, 

Would in no wife allow of any Scotch Wit ; 
Tlien Wilfon in fpight made his Plays to be read. 
Swearing he'd anfwcr for all he had writ. 
claries ftood up, and laid claim to the Bays, 

But Apollo rebuk'd that arrogant Foolj 
Swearing if e'er he tranflated more Plays, 

He'd Crown him Sir-%everence with a Clofe-flool. 
Damn'd Holden^\t)\'s dull German Princefs appeai'd, 
Whom if Z)'^z/f«rt?jr begot, as fome do fuppofe, 
Apollo faid the Pillory fliould crop off his Ears, 
And make them more futable unto his Nofe. 
Tfhodes ftood and play'd at bo-peep in the Door j 

But Apollo inftead of a Spamjb Plot, 
On condition the Varlet would never write more. 
Gave him three Pence to pay for a Pipe and a Pot. 
Ethridge and Shad-well, and the Rabble appeai'd 

To Apollo himfelf in a very great rage; 
Bccaufe their beft Friends fo ficcly had deal'd, 
As to tell 'em their Plays were not fit for the Stage. 
Then feeing a Crowd in a Tumult refort, 

Well furnilli'd with Verfes, but loaded with Plays j 
It forc'd poor ^Apollo to adjourn the new Court, 
And left them together by the Ears for the Bays. 

95 7^« Second Part of 


Since tht Sons of the Mufes grew num'rous and loud. 
For th' appeafing fo fa^ious and clam'rous a 
kA^oUo thought fit, in fo weighty a Caufe, [Crowd, 
T* eftablilh a Government, Leader, and Laws. 
The Hopes of the Eayi^, at x\i\% fummoningC-iW^ 
Had drawn 'em together, the Devil and alij 
All thronging and lift ning, they gap' d for theBlef- 
fi"g> [fing. 

No Presbyter Sermon had more crowding and preA 

In the Head of the Gang John Dryden appear'd. 
That ancient grave Wit, fo long lov'd and fear'dj 
Eut ^^oilo had heard of a Story i'th' Town, 
Of his quitting the Mufcs, to wear a black Gown, 
And fo gave him leave, now his Poetry's done. 
To let him turn Prieft, now T{eevcs is turn'd Nun. 

This reverend Author was no fooner fet by. 
But Apollo had got gentle ^ George in his Eye, 
And frankly confefs'd, of all Men that writ, [Witj 
There's none had more Fancy, Senfe, Judgment, and 
But i' th' crying Sin, Idlenefs, he was fo harden'd, 
That his long feven Years Silence was not to be 
pardon' d. [Facci 

Brawny Wycherly was the next Man fliew'd his 
But Apollo e'en thought him too good for the Place. 
No Gentleman-writer that Office Hiould bear, 
'Twas a Trader in Wit the Lawrel fhould wear, 
As none but a Cit e'er makes a Lord-Mayor. 

Next into the Crowd Torn Shadvuel does wallow, 
And fwears by his Guts, his Paunch, and his Tallow, 
'Tis he that alone beft pleafes the Age ; 
Himfclf and his Wife have fupported the Stage. 
Apollo well pleas'd with fo bonny a Lad, -^ 

T' oblige him, he told him he fliould be huge glad, > 
Had he half fo much Wit as he fancy 'd he had. -^ 

^ Six George Etheridge, How- 

M iscELLANY Poems. 97 

However, to pleafe fo joviiil a Wit, 
And to keep him in Humour, spoilt thought fit 
To bid him drink on, and keep his old Trick 
Of railing at Poets, and Ihewing his— 

Nat Lte ftept in next, in Hopes of a Prize, - 
kAvoIIo remember'd he had hit once in thrice 5 
By the Rubies in's Face, he could not deny, 
But he had as much Wit as Wine could fupply ; 
Confefs'd that indeed he'd amufical Note, [Throat ; 
But fometimes ftraiu'd fo hard, lie rattled i' th* 
Yet owning he'd Senfe, t' encourage him for't. 
He made him his Ovid in ^njufim's Court. 

Poet Sett le his liy^l was the next jame about. 
He brought him an Ibrahim with the Preface torn out. 
And humbly dcfir'd he might give no Offence ; 
G-dD— me, cries Shad-wel, he cannot write Senfe; 
And Banks, cry'd up Ne-jjporty 1 hate that dull Rogue. 
Apollo conlidering he was nor in Vogue, 
Would not truft his dear Days with fo modeft a Fool, 
And bid the great Boy fliould be fent back to School. 
Tom Otvjay camc next. Tarn Shad-ajeWs dear Zan)^ 
And fwears for Hcroickj he writes befl; of any j 
Don Carlos his Pockets fo amply had fill'd. 
That his Mange was quite cur'd, and his Lice were 

all kUi'd. 
But Apollo had feen his Face on the Stage, 
And prudently d;d not think fit to engage 
The Scum of a Piay-houfc for the Prop of an Age, 
' In the numerous Herd that encompafs'd him round. 
Little fiarch'd Johnuy Crouiiat his Elbow he found 5 
His Cravat-ftring iron'd, he gently did ftretch 
His Lilly white Hand out, the Lawrel to reachj 
Allcdging that he had moft Right to the Bays, 
For writing Romances, and fhiting of Plays, 
Apollo rofe up, and gravely confeft 
Of all Men tliac wiit, his Talent was befti 

Vol, II, r 


$H The Second Part «/ 

For fince Pain and Diflionour ''Man's Life onl-j^ 
The greateft Felicity Mankind can claim, [damn, 
Is, to want Senfe of Smart, and be paft Senfe of 

Shame 5 

And to perfeft his Blifs in Poetical Rapture, 
He bid him be dull to the End of the Chapter. 

The Poetefs t ^frt% next ftiew'd her fweet Face, 
And fwore by her Poetry, and her black Ace, 
That the Lawrel by a double Right was her own. 
For the 'Plays fhe had writ, and the Conquefts flie'd 
,>^/7o//» acknowledg'd 'twas hard to deny her ; [won : 
But ytt, to deal frankly and ingenuoufly by her. 
He told her,wcre Conquefts and Charms her Pretence, 
She ought to have pleaded a dozen Years fincc. 
sAnAhAbalmha, put in for a Share, 
And little Tom Ejfenct's Author was there: 
Nor could D^Vrfey forbear for the Lawrel to ftickle,-* 
Protefting he had had the Honour to Tickle > 
The Eats of the Town with his dear Madam Fickle ; » 
With other Pretenders, whofe Names I'd rehearfe. 
But they are too long to ftand in my Verfe. 
Apollo, quite tir'd with their tedious Harangue, 
Finds at laft Tom Bettertori's Face in the Gang, 
And fince Poets with the kind Players may hang, 
By his own Day-light he folemnly fwore. 
That in Search of a Lameat he'd look out nomoiff:, 
A general Murmur ran quite thro' the Hall, 
To think that the Bays to an Aftor fhould fall 
Birt Apollo, to quiet anti pacific all. 
E'en told 'em, to put his Dcferts to the Toft, 
That he had made Plays as well as the bcft. 
And was the great'ft Wonder the Age ever bore; 
For of all the Play-fcribblers that e'er writ before^ 
His Wit had moft Worth and moft Modefty in't j 
For he had wiit Plajrs, yet nc'ei came in Piint. 

t Mrs. Behn. 

MiscELLANT Poems. 99 
N E W S /row H E L L. 

By Captain Alexander Radcliff, 

SO dark the Night was, that old Charon 
Could not carry Ghoftiy Fare-on j 
But was forc'd to leave his Souls, 
Stark ftript of Bodies, 'mongft the Shoals 
Of Black Sea-Toads, and other Fry, 
Which on the Stygian Shore do lie: 
Th' amazed Spirits defire recefs 
To their old batter'd Carcafes, 
But as they turn about, they find 
The Night more difmal is behind. 

riuto began to fret and fume 
Becaufe the Tilt-Boat <iid not come. 
To the Shore's fide he ftraitway trudges 
With his three Soul-cenfuring Judges, 
Standing on Acherontic Strand, 
He thrice three times did waft his Wand; 
From gloomy Lake did ftraight atife 
A meager Fiend, with broad blue Eyes;; 
Approaching Pluto^ as he bow'd, 
From's Head there dropt infernal Mud; 
Quoth he, ^ tenebris & lute 

1 come *Tis well, quoth futly Pinto, 

** Go you to t'other fide of Styx, 

** And kuow why Chdron*s Co proIiK : 

" Surely on Earth there cannot be 

" A Grant of Immortality. 

Away rlie wiigling Fiend foon feuds 

Through Liquids thick as Soap and Su4s, 

In the mean while old v^mcusy 
Craftier far than any of us ; 
For mortal Men to^him are filly $ 
Befides he held a League with LtUy, 

F i 

ibo The Second Part 6f 

And what is acted here does know 

As well as t'other does below : 

Thus fpake, *' Thou niighty King of Orcnf, 

*' Who into any fliape canft work us j 

•' 1 to your Greatnefs fliall declare 

*' My Sentiments of this Aftair. 

*' Charo7t you know did ufe to conic 

*' With fome Elucid Spirit homej 

*« Some Poet blight, whofe glowing Soul 

* Like Torch did light him crofs the Pool; 

*' Old ChtiYon then was blithe and merry, 

*' With Flame and Rhapfody in Ferry. 

*' Shou'd he grofs Souls alone take in, 

** Laden with heavy rubbifli Sinj 

*' Sin that \s nofhing but Allay ; 

*' 'Tis ten to one he'd lofe his way, 

•' But now fuch Wights with Souls fo cleat 

** Muft not have Damnation here 5 

" Nor can we hope they'll hither move, 

*' For know (Grim Sir) they're damn'd above; 

*' They're damn'd on Earth by th' prefent Age, 

** Damn'd In Cabals, and damn'd o' th' Stage. 

«' * LaKreaty who was both learn'd and florid, 

*- Was damn'd long fince for Silence horrid: 

«' Nor had there been fuch clutter made, 

*' But that this Silence did invade: 

«' Invade I and fo 't might well, that's clear ; 

«' But what did it invade ? an Ear. 

*' And for fome other things, 'tis true, 
*• We follow Fate that does purfue. 
t A Lord who was in Metre wont 
To talk of Privy Member bJunt, 
Whofe Verfe, by Women termed lewd, 
Is ftill preferv'd, not underftood. 
But that which made 'em cutfe and ban/ 
Was for his Satyr againft Man. 

* Drydtn, t Lord "^chefter^ 

Miscellany Poems. ioi 

* A tliird was d:imn'd, 'caufe in his Plays 
He thrufts old Jefts in ^rdee^s days : 

Nor as they fay. can make a Chorus 
Without -i. Tavern or a Whore- hoiifej 
Which he, to puzzle vulgar thinking, 
Does call by th' name of Love and Drinking. 

t A fourth. for writing fuperfine, 
With words correft in every Line : 
And one that does pveiume to fay, 
A Plot s too grofs for any Play : 
Comedy fliould be clean and neat. 
As Gentlemen do talk and e'tr. 
So what he writes is but Tranflation, 
From Dog and Partridge Convcrfiition. 

^+ A fifth, who does in's laft prefer 
'JBove all, his own dear Charafter- 
And fain wou'd fcem upon the Stage 
Too Manly for this flippant Age. 

ti A fixth, whofe lofty Fancy towers 
■Cove Fate, Eternity and Powers : 
Pvumbles i' th' Sky, and makes a buftle ; 
No Gods meet Gods i' th' Dark, and juiile. 
A Seventh, bccaule he'd rather chufe 
To fpoil his Vcrfe than tire his Mufe. 
Nor will he let Heroicks chime; 
Fancy (quoth he) is loft by Rhime. 
-And he that's us'd to clalTiing Swords 
Siioiild not delight in founds of Words. 
lUn with Mercury Ihouid not mingle j 
Great Warriors Ihou'd fpeak big, not jingle. 

Amongft this Heptarchy of Wit, 
The cenfuiing Age have thought it fit 
To damn *t a Woman, 'caufe 'tis faid, 
7 he Plays flic vends fhe never made. 
Bui that t* a CrAys-l»n Lawyer dots 'cm, 
W ho unto her was Friend in Bofom. 
F 3 

* Shadwell. \ Sir G. Etheridgt. ^^ Mr. Wlcherly» 

J02 The Second Part of 

So not prefenting Scaif and Hood, 
New Plviys and Songs are full as good. 

Thefe are the better fort \ grant,, 
Damn'd only by the Ignoran: : 
But ftill there are a. fcribiing Fry 
OugLt to be damn'd eternally ; 
An unlearn'd Tribe, o' th' lower Rate, 
Who will be Poets fpite of Fate j 
Whole Chiiraclet's not worth reciting, 
They fcarce can read, yet will be writing: 
As t'other day a filly Oafe 
Inftead of Jove did <^1I on Jofe : 
Whole humble Mule defcends to Cellars, 
Or at the beft to Here Us Pillars. 
Now Charon 1 prefume does flop, 
Expefting one of thefe wou'd dropj 
For any fuch Poetick Damn'd-boy 
Will light him home as well as Flambeau. 
ty£acits juft had made an end, 
When did arrive t!ie dripping Fiend, 
Who did confirm the Judge's Speech, 
That Charon did a Light befeech. 
They fell to Confultation grave. 
To find fome ftrange enlightened Knavc. 
Faux had like t' have been the Spark, 
But that his Lanthorn was too dark. 
At laft th' agreed a fullen Quaker 
Should be this bufinefs Undertaker; 
The fitteft Soul for this Exploit, 
Becaufe he had the neweft Light : 
Him foon from fable Den they drag. 
Who of his Sutferings doth brag ; 
And unto Heel of Fiend being ty'd. 
To Charon s Veflel was convey'd. 
Charo}} came home, all things were wellj 
This is the only Ncwsfiom H^"!]. 

Miscellany Poems. 103 

.A C Ai.1. to the Gv AKTihy a Drum. 

^By Capiain Alexander Radcliffe. 

RA T too, rat too, rat too, rat tat too, tut rat too, 
With your Nofes all icabb'd and your Eyes 

black and blue, 
All ye Iningiy poor Sinners that Foot Soldiers are, 
Though with very fmall Coin, yet with very much. 

Care, -"* [pair, 

from your Quarters and Garrets make hafte to re- 

To the Guards to the Guard. 

From your forty Straw Beds and bonny white Fleas, 

From your Dreams of fmall Drink and your very 

fraall Eafe, 
Prom your plenty of ftink, and no plenty of room. 
From your Walls daub'd with Phlegm fticking on 

'em like Gum, [Thumb, 

And Ceiling hung with Cobwebs to ftanch a cut 

To the Gnardf See. 
From your crack'd Earthen Pifpots where no Pifs can 

ftay, [way; 

From Roofs bewrit with Snuffs in Letters the wrong 
From one old broken Stool with one unbroken Leg, 
One Box with ne'er a Lid to keep ne'er a Rag, 
And Windows that of Storms more than your lelves 

can brag, To the GnaU, Sec. 

With trufty Pike and Gun, and the other rufty Tool ; 

Wiih Heads extrcamly hot, and with Hearts won- 
drous cooli [lers) huit ; 

With Stomachs meaning none (but Cooks and Sut- 

With two old tattci'd Slioes that difgrace the Town 
Dirt, [Shirt, 

With forty Shreds of Breeches, and no one Shred of 
Tt the Gnard, 8cc. 

104 The Second Part of 

See they come, fee they come, fee they come, fee 

they come, 
■With Alarms in their Pates to the Call of a Drum; 
Some lodging with Bawds (whom the modeft chU 

V/ith their Bones dry'd to Kexcs, and Legs flirunk 

to Switches ; [Breeches, 

With the Plague in the Purfc, and the Pox in the 

To the Guard, &C, 
Some from fnoring and farting, and fpewing on 

Benches, [fom Wenches ; 

Some from damn'd fulfom Ale, and more damn'd ful- 
Some from Fur, and Size Ace, and Old Sim, this 

way ftalk; 
Each Man's Reeling's his Gate, and his Hickup his 

talk, [of Chalk, 

With two new Cheeks of Red from ten old Rows 

To the Guard, 8cc. 
Here come others from fcuffling, and damning 

mine Hoft, [that boaft 

With their Tongues at laft tam'd, but with Faces 
Of fome Scars by the Jordan, or warlike Quart Pot, 
Por their building of Sconces and Volleys of Shot, 
Which they charg'd to the Mouth, but difcharg'd 

ne*er a Groat, To the Gunrd, &c. 

Then for Valour in black too, the Chaplain does 
come ! [Drum. 

From his preaching o'er Poets now to pray o'ci a 
All ye whoring and fwcaring old Red Coats draw near, 
Like to Saints in Red Letters liften and give ear, 
And be godly awhile ho, and then as you were. 

To the Guard, &C. 
After fome canting Terms,To yourArms,and the like. 
Such as Poyfingyour Mufquet, or Porting your Pike j 
To the Right, To the Left, or elfe Face about; 
After ratling your Sticks, and your fliaking a Clout, 
Halle your Infantry Troops that mount the Guard on 
foot, r» the Gtiard, 6cc. 

Miscellany Poems: io; 

Captain H::7or firft marches, but not lie of T a;, 
But a Trifle made up of a Man and a Boy 3 
See the Man Team of Arms in a Scarf does abound, 
■Which prefagcs fome fwaggerin^, but no Blood noi 

Wound i [drown'd j 

Like a Rainbow that fliews the World fnan't be 

To Cr-.a .i, &C. 
As the Tinker wears Rags whilft the Dog bea:c the 

Budget, [trudge it 

So the Manftalks with Staff, whilft theFootboy does 
With the Tool he fliould work with (that's Half Pike 

you'll fay i) [vey. 

But what Captain's fo ftrong his own Arms to con- 
When he marches o'er-loaden with ten other Mens 

Pay ? Tj ih. Guard, &c. 

In his March fif you mark) he's attended at leaft 
With Stinks fixteea deep, and about five abreaft, 
Made of AJe and Mundungus, Siiuii*, Rags, and Cruft for, [clufter, 

While he wants twenty Taylors to make up the 
Which declares that his Journey's not now to the 

Mufter, But to the Guard, &cc. 

Some with Mufquet and Belly uncharg'd march away. 
With Pipes black as their Mouths, and ihortas their 
Pay i [!ace about 'em, 

Whilft ilieir Coats made of Holes (hew like Bone- 
And their Bandeliers hang like to Bobbins with- 
out 'em, [fcrubs do clout 'em. 
And whilft Horfcmcn do cloath 'cm, thefc Foot- 

For the Gu.ird, &:c. 
Some with Hat ty'd on one fide, and Wit ty'd on 
neither i [run hither, 

W'ear gray Coats, and gray Cattle, fee their Wenclies 
For to peep thro' Re.i Lcttice and dark Cellar Doors, 
To behold 'cm wear Pikes nifty juft like their 

As flendcras their Meals and as long as their Score?j 
P > T' ti^ GuMd, a<c. 

ic6 The SecohdPart of 

Some with Tweedle, wheedle, wheedle j whilft we 

beat Dub a Dub ; 
Keep the bafe iS"c-o/-///j noife, and asbafe Scotip} fcrub: 
Theu with Body contrafted, a Rag open fpiead, 
Gomes a thing with red Colours, andNofe full as red j 
like an Enlign to the King, and to the Kings Head, 

Towards the Guard, &i.C. 
Two Commanders come laft, the Lieutenant perhaps, 
full of Low Country Stories and Low Country Claps. 
To be next him the other takes care not to fail, 
Powder Monkey by Name that vents Stink by whole- 

Por where (hould the Fait be but juft with theTail 

Of the Guard? &C. 
And now hey for the King Boys, and hey for the 

"Which is guarded by thcfe as the Tower is by Diit;.- 
Thcfe WhitehAlL muft admit and fuch other un- 
houfe ye, [drowfie, 

"Each Day lets in the drunk, whilft it Ictrs out the 
And no place ia the World fliifts (o oft to be lowfic, 

Thauk^ the Guard, &C. 

Some to Scot land-Tar d fneak, and the Suttler*s Wife 

kiffes i [pifles, 

But defpairing of Drink 'till fome Countryman 

And pays too (for no place in the Court muft be 

To the Can-office then, all a Foot-Soldler''s Heav'n, 
Where he finds a fouIi-'oA:, foon, and cures Sir — 
On the Guard, &C. 
Some at Sh—houfe publick (where a Rag always goes) 
At once empty their Guts and diminilli their Clothes. 
Though their Mouths are poor Pimps (Whore and 

Bacon being all 
Their chief Food) yet their Bums we true Courtiers 
may call, 

lot what they eat in the Suburbs, they fli at 

W hit (hall, For (ht Gmrdj 6(C. 

NifiSCELLA^Y Poems. 107 

Sach a like Pack of Cards to the Park^mAkiag cntrr. 
Here and there deal an Ace, which the Jevjs call a 
Gentry, [a Clock 'tis, 

Which in bad Houfes of Boards ftand to tell what 
W here they keep up tame Redcoats as Men keep up 

tame Foxes, 
Or Apothecaries lay up their Dogs Turds in Boxes. 

Oh the Guard, &C. 

Some of thefe are planted (though it has been their 

Lucks [Dacks j 

Oft to Iteal Country Geefe) now to watch the King's 

While fome others are fet in the fide that has 

Wood in, [ther footing. 

To ftand Pimps to black Mafques that are oft thi- 

Juft as Houfewives fet Cuckolds to ftir their Black 

Pudding. Oh the Cnardy 6cc. 

W'hilft another true Trojan to fome Paflagc runs. 
As to keep in the Debtors, fo to keep out the Duns ; 
Or a Prentice, or his Miftiefs, with Oaths to con- 
found, [Ground, 
'Till he hycs him from the Park as from forbidden 
'Caufe his Credit is whole, and his Wench may bo 
found, ^y4nd ^uits the (Juard, &CC. 

Now it's Night, andrhePatrole in Alehoufe drown'd. 
For nought elfe but the Pot and their Brains walk 
the round ; [docs fhew, 

Whilft like Hell the Commanders Guard-chamber 
There's (uch damning themfelves and all elfe of 
thc-Crew, [his due, 

Tor tho* thefe cheat the Men, they give the Devil 

On the Guard, &C. 
Whilft a Main after Main at old Hazard they throw. 
And their Quarrels grow high as their Mory grows 

Strait they threaten hard (ufing bad Faces for Frowns) 
To revenge on the Flelh, the default of the Bone?, 
But the Blood's ift vheir Hole, and in Oaths all th«t 
Wouiids. L:ke the Ghttrd, See, 

io8 The Second Part of 

In the Morning they fight, juft as much as they prjty j 
Por fome one to the King does the Tidings convey 
For preventing o( Murder j Oh 'tis a wife way I 
Tho* not one of 'em knows (as a thoufand dare fay) 
What belongs to a dead Man, unlefs in his pay 

For the Guard, &C. 
With their Skins they m,arch Home no more huit 

than their Drums, 
But for fcratching of Faces, or biting of Thumbs; 
And now hey for fat ^leivives^ and Tradefmen grown 

lean j 
For the Captain grown Bankruf^t, recruits him again. 
With fending out Tickets, and turning out Men 
From the Guard, &C. 
Strait the poor Rogues cafhiet'd with a Cane, and 

a Curfe, 
Fall from wounding no Men, now to cut ev'ry Purfe : 
And what then ? Man's a Worm j thefe we Glow- 
worms may name: 
For"as they're dark of Body, have Tails all of flame. 
So tho' thofe liv'd in Oaths, yet they die with a 
Pfalm. Farewel Guard, &C. 

ne R j1 M B L E. 

By Captain Alexander RadclifTe. 

WHile Duns were knocking at my Door> 
I lay in Bed with reeking Whore^ 
With Back fo weak — 

You'd wonder. 
I rouz'd my Doe, and lac'd her Gown, 
I pinn'd her Whisk, and dropt a Crown, 
She pift, and then 1 drove her down, 

Like Thunder. 
Srom Chamber then I went to dinner, 
I drank fmall Beer like mournful Sinner, 
And ftill I tlw)Ught the Devil in her. 

Miscellany Poems, icp. 

I {*\te at M^jkat's Jn the daik, 

1 heard a Tradefman and a Spark, 

An Attorney and a Lawyer's Clerk, 

Tell Ston'e?. 
Trom thence I went, with muffled Face, 
To the Duke's Houfe, and took a place. 
In v\hich I fpew'd, may't pleafe his Grace, 

Or Highnefs; 
Shou'd I be hang'd I could not chufe 
But laugh at Whores that drop from Stews, 

Seeing that Miflicfs Mar^ret 

So fine is. 
When Play was done, I call'd a Link, 
I heard fome paltry Pieces chink, 
Within my Pockets, how d'ye think 

I cmploy'd 'em % 
Why, Sir, I went to Miflrefs Spermr, 
Where fome were curfing, others fwcaring', 
Never a Barrel better Herring, 

per fidemy 

Seven's the Main, 'tis Eight, God dam 'mc,' 
'Twas Six, faid I, as God Ihall fa' me, 
Now being true you cou'd not blame me 

So faying, 
Sa' me ! quoth one, what Shamaroon 
Is this, has begg'd an Afternoon 
Of's Mother, to go up and down 

A playing? 
This was as bad to me as killing; 
Mi^V.ike not, Sir, faid I, I'm willing. 
And able both, to drop a Shilling, 

Or two, Sir, 
Goda'mercy then, faid Bully Hei — 
With Whiskers ftern, and Cordubeck 
liau'd up beUuid, liis fcabby Neck "* 

To (hew, Six, * 

jx© The Second Part of* 

With mangled Fift he grafp'd the Box, 

Giving the Table bloody Knocks, 

He throws — and calls for Plague and Pox 

T' aflift him. 

Some twenty Shillings he did catch, 
H'ad like t'have made a quick difpatch. 
Nor could Time's Regifter, my Watch, 

Have mift him. 
As Luck would have it, in came WiUt 
Perceiving things went very ill, 
Quoth he, y'ad better go and iwill 

We fleer' d our courfe to Dragon Green, 
Which is in Fleetfireet to be feen. 
Where we drank Wine — not foul — but cleaa 

Our Hoft, y'cleped Thomas tJammond^ 
Prefented flice of Bacon Gammon, 
Which made us fwallow Sack as Salmon 

Drink Water, 
Being c'er-warm'd with lafl Debauch, 
I grew as drunk as any Roche, 
When hot-bak'd-Wardcns did approach. 

Or later. 
We broke the GlafTes out of hand, 
As many Oaths I'd at command. 
A^ HaJlm^Sy Sabitjy Sundcriandy 

Or Ogle, 
Then I cry'd up Sit Henry Vancy 

And ftvore by H I would maintain 

Ejpifcopacy was too phiin 

A Juggle. 
But oh I the damn'd confounded Fate 
Attends on drinking Wine fcr late. 
Jdicw my Sword on honeft/C^r* 

O' th'Kitchin. 

Miscellany Poems, m 

which Hammsna^s Wife would not endure ; 
1 rold her, tho' (lie look'd demuie. 
She came but lately 1 was lure 

from Bitching,. 

A Club there was in t'other Room, 
1 bolted in, being known to fome. 
Such Men are not in Chriftendom 

For jefting. 
They i.fe a plain familiar Stile, 
Appei'.rir.g friendly all the while. 
Yet never part without a Broil 

The fiift as Steward did appear, 
A ftrange conceited Barrifter, 
"Who on all Matters will infer 

His Reading, 
A Band 'had on, that's very plain, 
A Velvet Coat, a fhining Cane, 
Some Law, lefs Wit, and not a Grain 

Of Breeding. 
The Company were in a fit 
Of talking News about Maejfrlchf, 
How that the Prince's leaving it 

Was fudden* 
Quoth he, (becaufe they fliould not fay 
That he knew lefs of this than they) 
Juft fuch a Cafe 1 read this day 

In Plo-wdtn, 
An angry Captain that was there, 
Could Indignation not forbear, 
'Zounds, fays he, did Man e'er hear 

Such Non-fenfc? 
We talk of Siege*, Camps, and Forts, 
This Fool's a keeping Coiiiitry Courts, 
With mufty Law and dull Reports, 


iiz The Second Part of 

Go bolt your Cafes at the Fire, 
From Plowden, Perkins, K^Jlal, Dyer^. 
Such heavy fluff does rather tire 

Than pleafe us: 
Tell not us of liiue Male, 
Of Simple Fee, and Special Tail, 
Of Feofments, Judgments, Bills of Sale, 

And Leafes. 
Can you dlfcourfe of Hand-Granadoes, 
Of Sally- Ports and Ambufcadoes, 
Of Counterfcarps and Pallizadoes, 

And Trenches, 
Of Baflions, blowing up of Mines, 
Or of Communication Lines, 
Or can you guefs the great Defigns 

The Fremh has \ 

The Barrifler began to flart 

To hear fuch bloody Terms of Art, 

And did dclire with all his Heart 

A Farewel ; 
Till younger Member of the Houfe, 
Refenting this as an Abufe, 
Thought it convenient to efpoufe 

His Quarrel. 

This was a fpruce young Squire, that 
Knew the true Manage of the Hat, 
And every Morning ty'd Cravat 

With Projea : 

One that was fure he knew the Town, 
To Men of Fringe and Feather known, 
'Mangfl whom all Law he would difown, 

And Logick. 
Captain, quoth he, I'll tell you thus: 
You are miflakcn much in us, 
With dint of Swoid we can difcufsj 

'Tis tivic, Sir, 

Miscellany Poems. "^4^3 

You tmil'd a Pike, or fome fuch thing, 
In Holland, here you huff aud ding : 
And all the Town (forfooth) muft ring 
Of you, Sir. 

1 can remember you at Lamb^s, 
Whither you'd come with forty fhams j 
And fwore you would renounce all Games 

But Tennis : 
Laft Night (fuch luck ne'er Man had yet) 
You play'd with Countcfs at Picquet, 
And that (lie did (by Jefus) get 

Twelve Guineas; 

Nay worfe — juft parting with my Lord, 
He fancy'd much your Silver Sword, 

And you wear his not worth a Turd 

A Bawble^ 

But for the Hilt he*s like to pay. 
For you will have his Iron Grey : 
A fwifter Nag is not this day 

In Stable. 
And all the great Defign of this 
Is but to borrow half a Piece, 
Or be excus'd (if Ready mifs) 

From Clubbing, 
The Captain fwell'd, yet did not know 
Whether the Youth would fight or no, 
Or if 'twere fafe to give the foe 

A drubbing! 
Company's here, and for their fake, 
Quoth he, fome other time I'll take, 
For 1 did never love to make 

A Buftle. 
Even when you pleafe, quoth Younker, then> 
I'm every Evening to be fecn 
'JVlongft witty Coftce-drinkcrs in 

Street T^tifel^ 

114 '^^^ Second Part fff 

One that w^s Doftor, Rook, and Quack, 
With whom the Captain us'd to fnack, 
Becaufe he'd make the fiift Attack 

On Bubble} 

Did think it fit to do him light, 
Altho' lie knew he would not fight. 
Yet Cully he would fore affright 

And. trouble,'. 
Therefore the Captain's paxt_he?took j 
Home Lad, quoth he, unto your Book, 
If Letters fail, go Bully-reck J 

The Carrier. 
Por here you muft not vent your ftiiff, 
We underftand you well enough : 
"You muft not think to rant and huff 

A Warrior. 

1 knew when ^nimd and Ens 
Was once the chief of youi Pretence, 
But now you think y'ave fprucer Senfe 

And Knowledge, 
When firft this Town y*arriv'd unto, 
The only Bu'snefs y' ad to do 
Was to enquire out thofe that knew 

Your College. 
Certainly Mortal never faw 
A thing fo pert, io dull, fo raw. 
And yet 'twould put a Cafe in Law, 

If they would. 
Then it began to vifit Plays, 
And on the Women it would gaz.c. 
And looked like Love in a Maze, 

Or a Wood. 

Into Fop-corner you would get, 
And ufe a ftrange obftreperous Wit, 
tJot any quiet to the Pit 


Miscellany Poems. Hi 

And when my Lord came in, you'd fpy 
If toward you he caft an Eye, 
Y'had lucky opportunity 

Of bowing ; 
At laft you got a Twinging Clap, 
Which ran upon you like a Tap, 
And lay for Cure of this milhap 

At Tooting, 

Then you writ Letters of Advice 
To Parent, for fome frelh fupplies : 
Pretending to the excrcife 

Of Mooting : 

At length you underftood a Die, 

Carry'ing in Fob variety 

Of Goads, of Bars, of Plats, of High 

And Low-Dice, 

But when you hear the fatal Doom, 
That Father (hall remand you home. 
It hardly will appear you come 

from Studies. 
The Youth was juft a throwing Cilals 
Of Wine into the Doctor's Face, 
When Barrifler took Heart of Grace, 

And Courage: 

Doftor, fays he, you are a Cheat, 
A greater Knave walks not the Street, 
A verier Quack oae fhall not meet 

In our Age, 

Doctors of Phyfick we indeed 
Do moft abominably need: 
If you are one, that fcarce can read 
A Ballad. 

You ferv'd a Do^or, — true, from whom 
You ftolc Receipts, being his Groom, 
Or waiting on him la his Room, 


ti6 The Second Part of 

On Serving-men you us'd to cut, 
Giving 'em the high Game at Put, 
And made the Fellows ftill run out 

Their Wages, 

With Chamberlain you quit old fcores. 

Ruin the Tapfter at all Fours, 

And ftill obfervc the Carriers Hours, 

And Stages. 
T' Apothecary next you go. 
To whom your ftollen Receipts you fliovv. 
That y'have no Learning he does know. 

And fmall Parts; 
Yet for Advantage does proclaim 
You as the eldeft Son of Fame, 
And fwears your Cures have got a Name 

In all Parts. 
Then take your Lodgings at his Houfe, 
With care and fecrefie to choufe 
Thofe Fools incurable, that thus 

Are minded^ 
If y'are defir'd to write a Bill, 
Your Eyes have a defluxion ftill. 
That if you do but touch a Quill, 

You're blinded. 
'Alongft gilded Books on Shelves you fquecze 
Old Galen and Hippocrates, 
For fuch learn'd Men (fay you) as thefc 

I'll ftickle. 
Tho' what they were you cannot tell. 
Giants they might have been as well. 
Or two Arch-Angels, Gabriel, 

And Micl)*eL 

In Ihort, you are an empty Sawfe 

Before this word quite out, he draws. 
The Doftor ftruck him crofs the Jaws, 


Miscellany Poems^ 117 

The Student then propos'd a flap, 
Which on Qiuck's beft of Eyes did hap. 
With might and main — on Youth fell Cap — • 
—tain Bcjfus^ 

V th' Room was Juftice Middlefex, 
Who underftanding Statute LeXf 
Being unwilling to perplex 

A Riot, 
Softly as he could fpeak, did cry, 
(Which no Body obferv'd but I) 
My Friends, in Name of Majefty, 

Be quiet. 

The Youngfter firft defir'd a Truce, 
Becaufe Cravat from Neck hung loofc. 
Captain, quoth he, your Weapon chufe, 

I'll fight ye : 
Nay then, thought I, if fo it be, 
You're very likely to agree. 
There's no Diverlion more for Me, 

Good Night t'yc. 
And having now difcharg'd the Houfe, 
We did referve a gentle Soufe, 
With which we drank another roufe 

At the Bar; 

And good Chriftians all attend. 
To Drunkennefs pray put an end, 
1 do advifc you as a Friend, 

And Neighbour. 
For lo ! that Mortal here behold. 
Who cautious was in days of old, 
Js now become rafli, fturdy, bold. 

And free, Sir ; 
For having fcap'd the Tavern fo. 
There never was a greater Foe, 
Encountei'd yet by Pompej, no, 

ii8 The Second Part of 

A Conftable both fteru and dread, 

Who is fjL*om Muftard, Brooms and Thread, 

Preferi'd to be the Brninlefs Head — 

O' th' People, 
A Gown *had on by Age made gray, 
A Hat too, which as Folk do fay, 
Is firnara'd to this very day 

A Steeple j 
His Staff, which knew as well as he 
The Bus'nefs of Authority, 
Stood bolt upright at fight of me j 

Very true 'tis, 
Thofe louzy Currs that hither come 
To keep the King's Peace fafe at home, 
Tet cannot keep the Vermin from 

Their Cutis. 

Stand ! ftand ! fays one, and come before— 
You lye, faid I, like a Son of a Whore, 
1 can't, not will not ftand, — that's more—* 
D'ye mutter? 

Vou watchful Knaves, I'll tell you what, 
Yond' Officer i'th' May-pole Hat, 
I'll make as drunk as any Rat, 

Or Otter. 
The Conftable began to fwell, 
Altho' he lik'd the Motion well : 
Quoth he, my Friend, this I muft tell 

Ye clearly, 
The Peftilence you can*t forget. 
Nor the Difpute with Dutch^ nor yet 
The dreadful Fire, that ^nade us get 

Up early, 
?rom which, quoth he, this I infer. 
To have a Body's Confcicncc clear 
Excelleth any coftjy Cheer, 

Miscellany Poems. ii^ 

Befidcs, (iind 'faith I think he wept) 
Were it not better you had kept 
Within youi Chamber, and have flept 

In Blauquets: 
But I'll advife you by and by. 
A Fox of all Advice, faid I, 
Your Janizaries look as dry 

As VhIcahi 

Come, here's a Shilling, fetch it in, 
We come not now to talk of Sin, 
Oui Bus'nefs muft be to begin 

A full Can. 

At laft, I made the Watch-men drunk, 
Examin'd here and there a Punk, 
And then away to Bed I flunk 

To hide it. 
God ^iivt the Qiieen, — but as for you, 
Who will thefe Dangers not efchew, 
I'd have you all go home and fpue. 

As I did. 

^ New Song of the fimes^ 1683. 

By the Homurnble William Wharton. 


'TT^Wcre folly, if ever 
X The Whigs fliould endeavour 
Difowning their Plots, when all the World knows 'eill^ 

Did they not fix 

On a Council of Six, 
Appointed to govern, tho* no body chofe 'em? 

They that bore fway, 

Knew not one would obevj 
Did Triniah make fuch a lidioiloas pothci? 

tjLO "^^ Second Part of 

Monmouth'*s the Head, 

To ftrike Mondrchy dcAA ; 
They chofethemfelves Vice-Roys all o'er one another, 

W as't not a damn'd thing 

For T^.,ft/ and Hambden, 
To fervc all the Projefts of hot-headed Tony > 

But much more untoward, 

To appoint my Lord Ho-ward 
With his own Purfe and Credit to raifc Men and Mony ? 

That at Knightsbridge did hide 

Thofe brisk Boys unfpy^d, 
Who at Shaft shury^s Whiftle were ready to followj 

And when Aid he (hould bring. 

Like a true Brentford King, 
Was here with a Whoop, and gone with a HoLIoa'^'- 

^Igernoon Sidney, 

Of Commonwealth Kidney, 
Compos'd a damn'd Libel (ay marry was it) 

Writ to occafion 

111 Blood in the Nation, 
And therefore difpers'd it all o'er his own Clofet, 

It was not the Writing 

Was prov'd, or indifting j '* 

And tho' he urg'd Statutes, what was it b.ut fooling. 

Since a new Truft is 

riac'd in the Chief Juftice, 
To damn Law and Reafon too by over-ruling? 

What if a Traytor, 

In fpite of the State, Sir, 
«should cut his own Throat from one Ear to the other ; 

Shall then a new Preak 
. Make 'Jraddon and Hugh Speal^, 
To be moueconcern'd than his Wife or his Riothcr^ 

Tho' i Razor all bloody, 

Tluown put of a Study, rj 

Is an Evidence Ihong of his defpeiatc Guilt, Sii'j 

Miscellany Poems. 121 

So Godfrey^ when dead, 
Full of Horror and Dread, 
?.un hisS'vord thro' his Body, up to the Hilt, Sir. 


Who can think the Cafe hard 

Of Sir Pdttence Ward^ [nefs? 

That lov'd his juftRights more than thofe ofhis High- 

O difloyal Ears, 

As on Record appears, 
Not to hear when to do the Papifli a kindnels. 

An old doating Citt, 

With his Ei'z.abeth Wit, 
Againft the French mode for Freedom to hope on; 

His Ears that told Lies, 

Were lefs dull than his Eyes, 
tor both then were ihut when all others were open. 

All Europe together 

Can't fliew fuch a Father, 
So tenderly nice of a Son's Reputationj 

As our good King is. 

Who laboui'd to bring his 
By Tricks to fubfcribe to a Sham-Declaration. 

'Tw^s very good Reafon 

To pardon his Treafon, 
To obey^not his own, but) his Brother's Command, 

To merit whofc Grace, [Sir, 

He muft in the firft Place 
Confefs he's dilhoneft under his Hand, Sir. 


Since Fate the Court blcfles 

With daily Succelles, * 

And giving up Charters go round for a Frolick; 

Whilft our Duke Mtro, 

The Churches blind Hero, 
By Murder is planting his Faith ApoftoIIcka 

V o I. n. G 

•i^i The Second Part ^f 

Gut "Modern Sages, 
More wife than paft Ages, 
^Wxn^d ours eftabliih by Pofijh SuccelTais; 
Queen Befs ne*er thought ity 
And Cecil forgot it, 
But *tis lately found out by our prudent Addreffors, 

O'fj the Vnlveffity of Cambf idge'j BurrnKg 
the Du^e of Wiox\m^uiWs PiSiure, i68f. 

^who was formerly their Chancellor. 

In yinfwer to this Qitefiion^ 

^f(l cjuid 

Tttrba T^emi ? fe^mtur fortunamt Ht fempcvy ir odit—"- 

By Mr. Stepney. 

YE S, fickle Cambridge, Perkitjs found this true 
Both from your Rabble, and your Doftors too, 
'With what applaufe you once receiv'd his Grace, 
And begg*d a Copy of his Godlike Face j 
But when the fage Vice-Chancellor was fure 
"The Original in Limbo lay fecure. 
As grcafie as himfelf he fends a Liftor 
To vent his Loyal Malice on the Pifture. 
The Beadle's Wife endeavours all fhe can 
To fave the Image of the tall young Man, 
Which flre fo oft when pregnant did embrace, 
'7 hat with ftrong Thoughts ilie might improve her 
But^all in vain, fmce the wife Houie confpirc [Rac«. 
To damn the Canvas Trayror to the Fire, 
Leit it, like Bones of Scauderbeg, incite 
Scythcmen next Harveft to renew the fight. 
Then in comesMayor EagU^-Andi does gravely alledge, 
Ht'll fubfcribe (if he can) for a bundle of Sedge. 
But the Man oi CUrfhall that proffer refufes, 
.'Sn^^s, ke'll be beholden to none but thcMijfes: 

Miscellany PoExM s. 123 

And orders Ten Porters to bring the dull Reams 
On the DCAth of good Char les, And Crowning of 7^^«j 
And (wears he will borrow of theProvoil more ftufl 
On the Marriage of ^irue, if rhat bea't enough. 
The Heads, left he get all the Profit to himfelf 
(Too greedy of Honour, too hivifh of Pelf) 
This Motion deny, and Vote th:it Tite Ttllct 
Should gather from each noble Doftor a Billet, 
The Kindncfs was common, and fo they'd return it. 
The Gift was to ail, all therefore would burn it : 
Thus joining their Stocks for a Bonfire together, 
As they club for a Cheefe in the Parilli of Chedder ; 
Confufedly crowd on the Sophs and the Doftors, 
The Hangman, the Townfmen, theix Wives and the 
Proftors, [in ale, 

While the Troops from each part of the Countries 
Come to quaff his Confudou in Bumpers of dale. 
But Kofalin, never unkind to a Duke, 
Does by her Abfcnce tiicir Folly rebuke, 
The tender Creature could not fee his Fat*, 
With whom fhe had danc'd a Minuet fo late. 
The Heads who never could hope toi fucix fiaines. 
Out of envy condemned fixfcorePouuds to theFlame«, 
Then his Air was too proud, and his Features amifs, 
As if being a Traytor had alter'd his Phiz : 
So the Rabble of T^ome, whole favour ne'er fettles, 
Melt down their SejAtius to Pots and Brafs Kettles. 

The M A N of H O N O U R. 

Written by the Honoujable Mr. Montagtie, 
Occajicnd by tt Vojifcript of Pen'/ Lffter. 

LM A 1 

all the Threats or Favours of a Crown, 
Fiujce's Whifper, or a Tyrant's Fiowa 
G z 

•124 ^^^ Second Paut */ 

Can awe the Spirit, or allure the Mind 
.Of him, who to ftrift Honour is inclin'dj 
Though all the Pomp and Tleafure that docs wait ^ 
Onpublick Places, and Affairs of State, ^ 

Should fondly court him to be bafe and great 5 '^ 
With even Paflions, and with fetled Face, 
He would remove the Harlo:''s falfe Embrace, 

Tho' all the Storms and Tempefts fliould arift, 
That Church Magicians in their Cells devife. 
And from their fettled Balis Nations tear. 
He would unmov'd the mighty Ruinbearj 
Secure in Innocence contemn 'em all. 
And decently array'd in Honours, fall. 

For this brave Shre-wsbury and Lumly^s Name, 
.Shall ftand the foremoft in the Lift of Fame, 
"Who firft with fteddy Minds the Current broke," 
And to the fuppliant Monarch boldly fpoke. 

Great Sir, renown'd for Conftancy, how juft 
Have we obey'd the Crown, and ferv'd ourTiuft, 
Efpous'd your Caufe and Intereft in diftrefs, 
Your felf muft witnels, and our Foes confefs I 
Termit us then ill Fortune to accufe, -^ 

,That you at laft unhappy Counlcls u(c, ^ 

And ask the only thing we muft refufe, - 

Our Lives and Fortunes freely we'll expole. 
Honour alone we cannot, muft not lofe: 
Honour, that Spark of the Celeftial Fire, 
That above Nature makes Mankind alpijsc ; 
Ennobles the rude Paflions of our Frame, 
With thirft of Glory and defire of Fame ; 
The richeft Treafure of a generous Breaft, 
That gives the Stamp and Standard to the reft. 
Wit, Strength and Courage, are wild dangerous fortfC^ 
Unlefs this foftens and direds their Courfej 
And would you rob us of the nobleft Parr, 
Accept a Sacrifice without a Heart ? 
*TiB much beneath the greatnefs of a Throne, 
To take the Casket when the Jewel's gone; 

MiiiCELLANY Poems. izf 

Debauch our Principles, corrupt our Race, 
And teach the Nobles to be falfe and bale; 
What Confidence can you in them repofe, 
Who, e'er they ferve you, all their Value lole? 
Who once enflavc their Confciencc to their Luft, 
Have left their Reins, and can no more be Juft. 

Of Honour, Men at firft like- Women nice, 
Raife Maiden fcruples at unpraftis'd Vice j 
Their modeft Nature curbs the ftrugling Flame, 
And ftiftes what they wifh to aft, with Shanie. 
But once this Fence thrown down, when they perceive 
That they may tafte forbidden Fruit and live; 
They flop not here their Courfe, but ftifely in, 
Grow Strong, Luxuriant, and bold in Sin j 
True to no Principles, prefs forward ftill. 
And only bound by Appetite their Will : 
Now fawn and flwtter, while this Tide prevail?, 
But Ihift with every veering Blaft their Sails. 
Mark thofe that meanly truckle to your Power, -^ 
They once deferted, and chang'd lides before, ^ 
And would to morrow Mahomet adore I -^ 

On higher Springs true Men of Honour move. 
Free is their Service, and unbought their Love : 
When Danger calls, and Honour leads the way, 
With Joy they follow, and with Pride obey: 
When the Rebellious Foe came rolling on, 
And fliook with gathering Multitudes the Throne, 
Where were the Minions then? what Arms, whatForcc, 
Could they oppofe to ftop the Torrents Courfe? 

Then Pembrole, then the Nobles firmly ftood, 
Free of their Lives, and lavifh of their Blood; 
But when your Orders to mean Ends decline. 
With the fame Conftancy they all refign. 

Thus fpake the Youth, who open'd firft the wajr> 
And was the Phofphorns to the dawning Day j 
Eollow'd by a more glorious fplendid Hoft, 
Thaa any Age, oi any Reahn can boaft : 

G } 

126 7^^ S ECOND Part of 

So great their Fiime, Co numerous their Train» 
To name were endlefs, and to praife in vain j 
But Herl/ert, and great Oxford merit mor€, 
Bold is their flight, and more fublime they fear j. 
So high their Virtue as yet wants a Name, 
Exceeding Wonder, and furpaffing Fame : 
Rife, glorious Church, ereft thy Radiant Head, 
The Storm is part, th' Impending Tempeft fled: 
Had Fate decreed thy Ruin or Difgrace, 
It had not giv'n fuch Sons, fo brave a Race. 
When for Deftruftion Heaven a Realm defigns. 
The Symptoms firft appear in flavifh Minds : 
Thefe Men would prop a fink'mg Nation*s weight. 
Stop falling Vengcnnce, and reverfc ev'n Fate. 
Let other Natrons boaft their fruitful Soil, 
Their fragrant Spices, their rich Wine and Oil j 
In breath-ing Co]o«rs, and in living Paint 
Let them c&ctU theit Maftery we grant. 
But to inftnki the Min"d, to arm the Soul 
With Virtue, which no dan»g«ers can contioul j 
Fxalt the thought, a fpeedy Courage lend. 
That Horror cannot ihake, oc Pleafiirc bend : 
Thefe are the Englijh A-rts, thefe we profcis 
To be the fame in Mis'ry aiKi Succefs i 
To teach Oppreffois Law, aflift the Good, 
Relieve the Wretched, and fubdue the Tfoud. 
Such aw our Souls : But what doth Wo^rth «vaii, 
Wh-en Kings commit to huagry Prieftsthe Scale J 
All M-erit^s light wh-en they difpofe the Weight, 
Who either would ewvbtoi-1, or -rule the Statej 
Defame thofc Heroes who their Yoke iefulc» 
And blaft that Honefty they cannot ufe j 
The rtrength Hftd fafety of the Cfown deftjoy. 
And the King** Power ag*inft himfelf imploy 4 
Affront his Ftiends, ^prive him of the fitavcj 
Bereft of t4lefc, he mtvft become their Slave. 
Men, likeoerMony, come the raoft iaplay^ 
Foi being bafe, and of a coiuife Allay. 


The richeft Medals, and the purcft Gold, 

Of native Value, and cxaftcft Mould, 

By Worth conccal'd, in piiviite Clofets fhine, 

For vulgar ule too precious and too fine ; 

Whilrt Tin and Copper with new damping blight. 

Coin of biifc Metal, counterfeit und light, 

Do all the Bullucll. of the Nations turn, 

Rais'd in Contempt, us'd and employ'd in Scoin : 

So fliining Virtues are for Courts i )o bright, 

Whofe guilty Adions fly the fearching Light} 

Rich in thtmfelves, difdaining to afpire. 

Great without Pomp they willingly retire : 

Give place to Fools, whofe i.ifh misjudging Senfe 

Incrcafes the weak me;ifures of their Priace j 

Prone to admire, aud f.;ater him in Eafe, 

They ftudy not hii Good, but how to plcafcj 

They blindly and implicitly run on, 

Nor fee thofc Dangers which the orher fhun : 

Who flow to aQ., each bus'nefi duly weigh, 

Advifc with freedom, and with Care obey ,• 

With Wifiiom fatal to their liueteft fUive 

To make their Monarch lov'd, and Nation thrive. . 

Such hA.'e no place where Priefls and Women leign, 

Who lov-i fierce Biivcrs, aud a loofer Rein. 

SONG, n C JE L i A, 

I Spend my fad Li/c in fighs, and in cties, 
And in lilent daik Shades mouin the frowns of 
your Eyes ; 
Lewd Satyrs and Fawns foft pity do fhow, 
And Wolves howl iu Confort to the noifcofmyWce: 
Even Mountains and Groves me kinder than ftc^ -p 
Groans rebound fiom each Kock, Tears drop fiomC 
Cflch T«C: f""'*^ C 

And aii diings, hut c«/fat, fhcw pity, (hew piiy ou-^ 
Q 4 

1 28 The Second Part a/ 


Come Cdia^ come learn of thefe Shades to be kind,. 
Learn to yield when 1 ligh, Trees bend with the Wind j 
"When drops often fall, Rocks, Stones, will relent, 
Ah ! learn, cruel Maid I when I weep, to repent. 
Kind Ivies do ne'er from Embraces remove, -^ 

Rivers mix, and that mixture a Marriage may ( 
prove J vers, to Love.^ 

Learn of Trees to Embrace j of Rivers, cold Ri- * 


No more on my Knees to a Beauty I'll fue, 
My Heart that was Captivejfhall learn to fubduc j 
I'll court the fair Idols no more to comply, 
Nor from their Refufals conclude I muft dye .• 
Let infipid Lovers their Paflion difcover. 
With Hearts almoft drown'd in a Deluge of Woe. 
To Hoillis I'll go, where a whifper or fo, 
Makes way to the Fountain where Plcafures o'erflow, 

There in Love's Giirden I'll rifle each Flower, 
Contemning young Cu^id., and fcofling at's Power, 
*Till Appetites rais'd j then give o'er to purfuc 
Thofe pretty Intrigues, and briskly fall to. 
At every Motion, or amorous Notion, 
The rifings of Nature with Love-tricks allay j 
To an Alcove hard by, where Jove cannot fpy, 
JMy Phillis and I moft pleafingly ftray. 

Where whilft I enfold the foft Dear in my Arms, 
1 wallow in Joy, 'till diflblv'd by the Charms 
Of her foft melting Kiflci, I gafp for frefli Breath, 
Each minute reviving to die a new Death* 
Thus in unparallel'd Raptures of Blifs 
We confume the fwift Minutes of troublefomeLife, 
*Till Nature retire, and puts out Love's Fire, 
And Age puts an end. to- om amorous Strife. 



O F T H E 

S J A G S. 


P O E M 

Written by the Honourable 


L O N D O N: 
Printed in the Year MDCCXVL 

C'Si ] 

isi.>».v^--^± A*^'-' ■^..>^s^iii^-ii^:^'i^^ 

To His Gr AC E the 

Duke of Buckm^Jmm. 

My Lord, 

ISheuUl beg your Pardon, could I apprihrnd it 
vere an Encr to prefent any thing to your Grace 
which comis from me, to vhem J have made fc 
entire a D.dication of rr.) felf, bht this Advarjare 
appears in all real Ejiaems and F'iend/Jvps, they are 
as much aS»ve the CtreTmnies of the World, as th^ 
ufual Pruciice of it ^ bxt )cur Grace has a farther 
Tttie to i^Ms, bipTig more ) curs than Mine j as much 
as an Image reell ffjap'd and poli/J}'d, is more 
properly due to htm that gave it that PefecUcK^ 
than to him that firjl dig'd the Stone cut of the 
^'^uarry \ it was an tU contriv'd Hcufe within, fuU 
of Entries and unnfeful Pa(fages, tdl ycur Gmcr 
39«5 tleasd t$ lake them a\»a'fy And make it Hah-, 
tabu for any Candid Otmha, 

[ i3i] 

At the fame time when your Grace made this- 
yoiir own, you made me more juflly yonrs, 'twas in 
your Confimment, nehire after fome Concealment of 
your felf, to weigh tin Circumjiances and Caufes of 
yttur Perfecution, you generonfly exposed your felf 
to ftand all Hazards and Tryals, from the ^ffu' 
ranee cf your Courtage, and Adviu of your Jnno. 
cence\ and as your Grace in your Adyerflty ha^ 
found the Advantage of an unjljaken Honour^ I 
douk not but your Prince and Nation -will find an 
eifial Benefit in yoiir better fortunes, by your Coun^ 
fel and Service, which will always be direBed by 
fuch afteady Virtues and may all Advantages that- 
you encreafe in, and all the Nation receives by you, 
h equal'd by nothing but the Content of 

My Lord, 

3S»«r Grace's mefl HumhU 
and Faithful Servant i 

Robert HowARDi 

E 1^31 

ihe DUEL of the STAGS. 

IN Windfor Foreft, before War deftroy'd 
The harmlefs Pleafures which foft Peace cnjoy'd J 
A mighty Stag grew Monarch of the Herd, 
By all his Savage Slaves obey'd, and fcar'd ; 
And while the Troops about tlfeir Sovereign fed> 
They watch'd the awful nodding of his Head. 
Still as he pafleth by, they all remove. 
Proud in Dominion, Prouder in his Love : 
[And while with Pride and Appetite he fwells;;) 
He courts no chofen Objeft, but compels : 
No Subjed his lov'd Miftrcfs dares deny. 
But yields his hopes up to his Tyranny. 

Long had this Prince imperioufly thus fwayM^ 
By no fet Laws, but by his Will obey'd. 
His fearful Slaves, to full Obedience grown, 
Admire his Strength, and dare not ufe their own^ 

One Subjeft moft did his fufpicion move. 
That (how*d leaftFear, and counterfeited Love 5. 
In the beft Paftures by his fide he fed, 
Arm'd with two large Militia's on his Head : 
As if hepraftis'd Majefty, he walk'd, 
And at his Nod, he made not hafte, but ftalk'd. 
By his large ihade, he faw how great he was, 
And hie vaft Layers on the bended Grafs. 
His thoughts as large as his proportion grew, 
And judg'd himfelf as fit for Empire too. 
Thus to rebellious Hopes he fwell'd at length, 
iovc and Ambition growing with his firength. 
This hid Ambition his bold Paflion fhows; 
Andiiwn aSubjc^ to a Rival grows, 

134 "^ke Second Part of 

SoUicites all his Trinces fearful Dames, 

Aiid i« his fight courts witii TebcJlious flames. 

The Prince fees this with an infiamed Eye, 
But Looks are only figns of Majeflf : 
When once a Prince's Will meets a reftrainr. 
His Power is then efteem'd but his Complaint. 
His Head then (hakes, at which th' affrighted Herd 
Start to each fide ; his Rival not afear'd, 
Stands by his Mifticfs iid^ and ftirs not tlience, 
But bids hex own his Lo«, and liis JSvefeace. 

The Quarrel now tc a vaii height ie grown, 
Beth lug'd EO fight hy faJQSon, and a Throne i 
But Lovt has moft eiocafc ; fo^^ aii? w« ifiu4, 
Have Paffions, tho' aot Thrones aiike .aifigin'd. 
The Sovereign Stag fliaking his loaded H«ad, 
On which his Scejrteis with his Arms were fpiead. 
Wifely by Natiare, there together iijt'd, 
Where wirh the Title, the Defence w-as -mixt. 
The pace which he advanc'd with -to engage, 
Became at onxs. hi? Majefty, 2kViA tRnge : 
T' other •fiands ftill with as much confiJicncc, 
To make his part feem only his defence. 

Their heads now meet, and at oiae blow each ftiikes 
As many ftrokes, as if a Rank of Pikes 
Grew on his Brows, as thick their Antlers ft and. 
Which every Year kind NAture does xliibami. 
Wild Bcafts fometimes in peace and quiet are. 
But Man no feafon frees from Love or War. 

With equal iftrength they met, as if two Oaki 
Had ^eil, and mingled with a thoufaird ftrokes. 
One by Ambition urgM, t' other Difdain, 
One to Preferve, the other fought to Gain : 
The Sabjefts and the Miftreffes ftood by, 
With Love anti Duty to crown Viftory : 
For all Affections wait on prc7f{>eroiis Fame, 
Not he that climbs, but hethat falls, meets Shame. 

While thus with cqu.^1 Courages they meet, 
The wounded EMth yields to diouitxugltn^ feet ^ 

Miscellany Poems. i^f 

And while one Aides, t' other purfues the Fight, 
And thinks that forc'd Retreat looks like aFiigia : 
But then alham'd of his Retreat, at length 
Drives his Foe back, his Rage renews his lUength, 

As even Weights into a motion thrown, 
By equal turns, drive themfelves ap and down; 
So fometimes one, then t' other Stag prevails. 
And yiStoty, yet doubtful, hold« the Scales. 

The Prince afhamM to be opposM Co long, 
With all his ftrewgth unned^ulhcs on^ 
The Rebel weaker than at frrft appears. 
And from his Courage finks muo his Fears. 
Not able longer to withftand his might, 
From a Retreat at laft Ideals to a Flight. 
The mighty Stag purfues his flying Foe, 
Till his own Pride of Conqucft made him flowj 
Thought it enough to fcorn a thing that flies. 
And only now purfu'd him with his Eyes. 

The VanquilhM as he fled, turn'd back his fight, 
Afham'd to fly, and yet afraid to fight : 
Sometinics his Wounds, as his excufe furvey'd, 
Then fled again, and then look'd back and ftay*d; 
Blufli'd that his Wounds fo flight Hiould not deny 
Strength for a fight, that left him Strength to fly. 
Calls thoughts of Love and Empire to his Aid, 
But Fcirs more powerAil than all thofe pcrfuade, 
A-ad yet in fpight of them retains his Ihame, 
His cool'd ambition, and his half-quench'd flame. 
There's none from their ownfenfe of Ihame can fly. 
And dregs of Pafllons dwell with Mifery. 

Now to the fliades he bends his feeble Coutfc, 
Defpis'd by thofe that once admir'd his force: 
The Wretch that to a fcorn'd Condition's thro\VB5 
With the World's Favour, lofcs too his own. 

While fawning Troops their conquering Prince en- 
Now render'd Abfolute by being oppos'dj [clos'd. 
Princes by Difobedience get Command, 
And by new <itt«uch'd B^^bcllions fiiiuci ftaiid} 

v^6 The Seconi> Part of" 

Till by the bourwilefs Offers of Succefs, 
They meet their Fate in ill-us'd happinefs. 

The vanquilh'd Stag to thickeft Shades repairs, 
Whe«e he finds Safety punifli'd with his Cares j 
Thorough the Woods he rufhes not, but glides, 
And from all fearches but his own he hides j 
Afham'd to live, unwilling yet to lofe 
That wretched Life he kne* not how to ufc. 

In this Retirement thus he liv'd conceal'd. 
Till with his Wounds, his Fears were almoftheal'd; 
His ancient Paflions now began to move. 
He thought again of Empire, and of Love : 
Then rouz'd himfelf, and ftretch'd at his full Length, 
Took the la«g« Mcafure of his mighty Strength ; 
Then fhook his loaded Head 5 the fliadow too 
Shook like a Tree, where leavelefs Branches grew. 
Stooping to drink, he fees it in the ftreams, 
And in the Woods hears clafhing of his Beams; 
No accident but does alike proclaim 
His growing Strength, and his encreafing Shame^ 

Now once again, refolves to try his Fate, 
(For Envy always is importunate j) 
And in the Mind perpetually does movc> 
A fit Companion for unquiet Love. 
He thinks upon his mighty Enemy 
Circl'd about with Pow'r, and Luxury, 
And hop'd his Strength might fink in his DefiresJ ~ 
Remembring he had wafted in fiich Fires. 
Xet while he hop'd by them to overcome, 
He wiflit the others fatal Joys his own. 

Thus the unquiet Beaft in fafety lay, 
Where nothing was to fear, nor to- obey ; 
WJiere he alone Commanded, and was Lord 
Of every Bounty, Nature did afford, 
Ghofc Feafts for every Arbitrary fenfe, 
An Empire in the State of Innocence. 

But all the FeaftSj Nature before him plac'd, 
Had but faiAt idiOios to his loft Tafie, 

Ml SCELLANY Poems-. 137 

Sick Minds, like Bodies in a Feaver fpcnt, 
Turn Food to the Difeafe, not Nourilhment. 

Sometimes he ftole abroad, and flirinking ftood. 
Under the flieltcr of the friendly Woodj 
Carting his envious Eyes towards thole Plains 
^^■hcre with crown'd Joys, his mighty Rival Reigns, 
He faw th' obeying Herd marching along, 
And wcigh'd his Rival's Greatnefs by the Throng. 
Want takes falfeMeafurcs, both of Power and Joys, 
And envy'd Greatnefs is but Crowd and Noifc. 

Not able to endure this hated Sight, 
Back to the Shades he flics to feek out Night. 
Like Exiles from their native Soils, thcugli fent 
To better Countreys, think it Banishment. 
Here he enjoy'd, what t'other could have there, 
The Woods as fhady, and the Streams as clear, 
The Pitftures more untainted where he fed. 
And every Night, chofe out an unpreft Bed. 

But then his lab'ring Soul with Dreams was preft. 
And found the greateft Wearinefs in Reft j 
His dreadful Rival in his ileep appears, 
And in his Dreams again, he fights, and fears : 
Shrinks at the ftroaks of t'other's mighty Head, 
Feels every wound, and dreams how faft he fled. 
At this he wakes, and with his fearful Eyes 
Salutes the Light, that fleet the Eujiem Skies. 
Still half amaz'd, looks round, and held by fear, 
Scarce can believe, no Enemy was near. 
But when he faw his heedlefs Fears were brought. 
Not by a Subftance, but a drowlie Thought, 
His ample ildeshe fliakes, from whence the Dew 
In fcatter'd Hiowers, like driven Tempefts flew. 
At which, through all hisBreaftnewboidnefs fpread^ 
And with his Courage, rais'd his mighty Head. 
Then by his Love infpir'd, refolves to try 
The Combat now, and overcome, or die. 
Every weak Pafllon fometimes is above 
The fear cf Death, mudi more the noblcil Lovs, 

138 The Second Part (f 

By Hope 'tis fcorn'd, and by Defpjiir 'tis lougiit,. 
Ptlrfu'd by Honour, and by Sorrow brought. 

Refolv'd the Paths of danger now to tread, 
From his fcorn'd flielter, and his fears, he fled; 
With a Brave hafte now feeks a fccond Fight, 
Redeems the bafe one by a noble flight. 

In the mean time, the Conqueror injoy'd 
That Power by which he was to be deftioy'd. 
How hard 'tis for the Profperous to fee, 
That Fate which waits on Power, and Vi^ory t 

Thus he fecurejy Reign'd, when in a Rout, 
He faw th' affrighted Hei-d flying about } 
As i{ fome Huntfmen did their CUafe purfue» 
About themfelves in fcatter'd Rings they flew. 
He like a careful Monarch, rais'd his Head, 
To fee what Caufe that iliange diftuibance bred. 

But when the fearcht-out Caufe appear'd no naore. 
Than from a Slave, he had o'crcome before, 
A bold Difdttin did in his Looks appear, 
And ftiook hi« a'A-cful Head to chide their Fear. 
The Herd afraid of Friend and Enemy, 
Shrink from the one, and from the other Fly s 
They fcarce know which they {hould obey, or ttuft, 
Sinct Fortune only makes it fafe and juft^ 

Yet in defpight of all his Pride, he fiaid. 
And this uiilookt for Chance with trouble wfeigh'd. 

Kis Rage, and his Contempt alike, fwell'd high. 
And only fciu'd his Enemy fliould Fly } 
He thought of former Conqatft, and fiom thence 
Cozen'd himftif into a Confidence. 

T'other that faw his Conqueror fo near. 
Stood flill and iiibicd to a whifp'ring feat j 
From whence he heard his ConqueU, and his fliame j 
But new-born Hopes hit antient f cits o'crcame. 

The mighty Enemies now meet at length, 
With equal Fury, though not equal Strength ; 
For now, too late, the Conqueror did hud* 
Th4X all was vraificd in hioi bnt iiis Miud. 

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His Courage iu his Weakncfs yet prevails. 

As a bold Pilot ftcers with tattcr'd Sails j 

And Cordage crackt, direfts no fteddy Courfe, 

Carry'd by Rcfoluticn, more than force. 

Before his once fcorn'd Enemy he reels, 

His Wounds encrcafing with his Shame, he feels. 

The others ftrength, more from his weaknefs grows, 

And with one furious pulli, his Rival throws. 

So a tall Oak, the Tride of all the Wood, 
That length' AlTault of feveral Storms had ftoodi 
Till by a mighty Blaft more powerfully pudit, 
His Root's torn up, and to the Earth he rufhr. 

Yet then he rais'd his Head, on which there grCw 
Once, all his Power, and all his Title too j 
Unable now to rife, and Icfs to fight, 
He rais'd thofe Scepters to demand his Right : 
But fuch weak Arguments prevail with none. 
To plead their Titles, when their Power is gone. 

Kis Head now finks, and with it all defence, 
Not only robb'd of Power, but Prerence. 
Wounds upon Wounds the Conqueror ftill gives. 
And thinks himfelf unfafe, while t'other lives: 
Unhappy State of fuch as v-tar a Crown, 
Fortimc can nerer lay 'em geiitly down. 

Now to the moft fcorn''d Remedy he fl}'^. 
And for fome pity fecms to move his Eyts ; 
Pity, by which the beft of virtue's try'd, 
To wretched Piinces ever h deny'd. 
There is a Debt to Fortuffc, w^ich ttiey pay 
For all their Greatnefs, by no Co-mmon way. 

The flatt'ring Troops unto the ViAor fty. 
And own his Title to liis Vift'ory ; 
The faith of moft, with Fortune docs decline. 
Duty's but Fear, and Confcience but Defij^ri. 

The Vidor now, prcmd in his great Succeft, 
Haftcs to enjoy his fatal Happinefs ; 
Forgot his mighty Rival was deftroy'd 
By that, which he fo foaidly now enjo^'d. 

140 The Second Part of 

In Paflions thus Nature her felf enjoys, 
Sometimes preferves, and then again deftroys 5 
Yet all deftruftion which Revenge can move. 
Time or Ambition, is fupply'd by Love. 



RAnging the Plain one Summer's Night,. 
To pafs a vacant Hour, 
1 fortunately chanc'd to light 

On lovely Philiis Bow'r : 
The Nymph, adorn'd with thoufand CharmSj, 

In Expeftation fate. 
To meet thofe Joys in Strephon's Arms, 

"Which longue cannot relate. 
Upon her Hand fhe lean'd her Head, 

HerBreaft did gently rifej 
That ev'ry Lover might have read 

Her Wifhes in her Eyes. 
At cv'xy Breath that mov'd the Trees, 

She fuddenly would ftart ; 
A Cold on all her Body feiz'd, 

A trembling on her Heart. 
But he that knew how well ftie lov'd. 

Beyond his Hour had ftay'd j 
And botli with Fear and Anger mov'd 

The melancholy Maid. 
Ye Gods, ftie faid, how oft he fwore 

He would be here by One j 
But now, alas ! 'tis Six and more, 

Ajad yet he is not come 


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TH E Night her blackcft Sables wore. 
And gloomy were the Skies j 
And glitt'ring Stars there were no more. 

Than thole in Stella's Eyes : 
When at her Father's Gate I knock'd. 

Where 1 had often been ; 
And {hrowded only with her Smock, 
The fair one let me in. 

paft lock'd within her clofc Embrace, 

She trembling lay aQiam'd ; 
Her fwelling Breaft, and glowing Face, 

And eveiy touch ?nflam'd. 
My eager Pafllon I obey'd, 

Relblv'd the Fort to win; 
And her fond Heart was foon betray'd, 
To yield and let me in. 
Then', then! beyond exprefling, 

Immortal was the Joy ; 
I knew no greater Blefling, 

So great a God was I. 
And (he tranfported with Delight, 

Oft pray'd me come again j 
And kindly vow'd, that every Night 
She'd rife and let me in. 
But, oh I at laft flic prov'd with Bern, 

And lighing fate, and dull j 
And I that was as much concern'd 

Look'd then juft like a Fool. 
Her lovely Eyes with Tears run o'er. 

Repenting her rafli Sin j 
She figh'd, and curs'd the fatal Hour 
T hat e'er iUe let me iu. 

141 The Second Part of 

But who could cruelly deceive. 

Or from fuch Beauty part? 
I lov'd her fo, I could ngt leave 

The Charmer of my Heart. 
But Wedded and conceal'd the Crime, 

Thus all was well again j 
And now fhe thanks the bleiTed Hour, 

That e'er fhe let me io. 

A SONG, on the Devil's Arje of 
the Peak, 

By Ben. Johnson. 


COoh^-LAwrel-vQviXA needs have the Devil hi« Gueft, 
And bad him once into the Peak to Dinner, 
"Where never the Fiend had fuch a Feaft 

Provided him yer, at the Charge of a Sinner. 
JHis Stomach was queafie for coming there Coach*d ( 

The jogging had caus'd fome Crudities rifej 
To help ir, he call'd for a Puritan poach'd. 
That ufed to turn up the Eggs of his Eyes, 
And fo recoveiM unto his Wifh, 

He fate him down, and he fell to eat ; 
Promoter in Pluai-broth was the firft Dift, 
His own privy Kitchen had no fuch Meat, 
Tfet though with this he much were taken. 
Upon a fuddcn h«2 fhifted his Trencher 
As foon he fpy'd the Bawd, and Bacon, 
fiy which you may Not« the &«vii''& a Weochcr, 

Miscellany Poems. 143 

Six pJcl^rd Taylors fliced and cur, 

Seinprtcrs, Tyrcwomcn, lit for his Palat j 
Vith f earhcrmen, and Perfumers put, 
Some twelve iu a Charger to make a grand Sallct. 
A rich fat Ufutcr ftew'd in his Manow, 

And by him a Lawyer*s Head and Grecn-fawce^ 
Both which his Belly took in like a Barrow, 
As if till then he had never leen Sawcc. 
Then Carbonadoed, and Cook*d with Pains, 
Was brought up a cloven Serjeant's f acej 
The Sawce was made of his Yeoman's Brains, 
That had been beaten out with his own Mace. 
Two roafted Sheriffs came whole to the Board j 

(The Feaft had nothing been without 'em) 
Both living, and dead, they were foxt, and fur'd. 
Their Chains like Sawfages hung about 'em. 
The very next Difh, was the Mayor of a Town, 

With a Pudding of maintenance thruft in his Belly j 
Like a Goofc in the Feathers dreft in his Gown, 
And his Couple of Hinch-bovs boil'd to a Jelly. 
A r.o'uion Cuckold, hot from the Spit, 

And when the Carver up had broke him, 
The Devil chopt up his Head at a bit, [him. 

But the Horns-were very neat like to havechoak'd 
The Chine of a Lecher too there was roaft^d. 

With a plump Harlot's Haunch andGailick; 
A Pander's PetTitocs that had boafted 

l^limfelf for a Captain, yet never was warlike, 
A large fat PafVry of a Mid-wife hot ; 
And foi a cold bak'd Meat into the Story, 

^44 T/&^ Second Part e/ 

A reverend painted Lady was brought, 
And coffin'd in Cruft, till now Ihe was hoary. 
To thefe, an over grown Juftice of Peace, 

With a Clerk like a Gizzard thruft under each Arm^ 
And Warrants for Sippets, laid in his own Greafc, 
Set o'er a Chaffing-difli to be kept warm. 
Ihe Joul of a Jaylor, ferv'd for a Fi(h, 
A Conftable fous'd with Vinegar by j 
Two Aldeilnen Lobfters afleep in a Dilh, 
A Deputy Tart, a Churchwarden Pye. 
All which devourM j he then for a Clofe, 

Did for a full draught of Derby call ; 
He heavM the huge Veffel up to his Nofc, 
And left not till he had drunk up all. 
Then from the Table he gave a ftart. 

Where Banquet and Wine were nothing fcarce, 
AH which he flirted away with a Fart, 
Prom whence it was call'd the Devil's Ai(e. 
'And there he made fuch a Breach with the Wind, 

The hole too ftanding open the white. 
That the fcent of the Vapour, before, and behind, 
Hath foully perfumed mofl: part of the Ifle, 
And this was Tobacco, the learned fuppofe j 
Which lince in Country, Court and Town, 
In the Devils Glifter-pipe fnioaks at the Nofe 
Of Polkat and Madam, of Gallant and Clown.^ 
From which wicked Weed, with Swines-flefli,and Ling» 

Or any thing elfe that's Feaft for the Fiend; 
Our Captain and we cry, God favc the King, 
And fend him good Meat, hikI JMiith without end. 


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.SONG. 7i C E L I A. 

By Ben. John/on. 

DRlnk to me, only with thine Eves, 
And I will pledge with mine ; 
Or leave a Kifs but in the Cup, 

And I'll not look for Wine. 
The Thirft, that from the Soul doth rife. 

Doth ask a Drink divine : 
But might 1 of Jote*s Nedar dp, 

I would not change for thine. 
1 fent thee, late, a rofie Wreath, 

Not fo much honouring thee. 
As giving it a hope, that there 

It could not withered be. 
But thou thereon did'ft only brcathe> 

And fcnt'ft it back to me : 
Since when it grows, and fmells, 1 fwear, 

Not of it felf, but thee. 


By Bek. Johnsom. 

Good, and great Gai, can I not think of rlice, 
Lut it muft, ftraighr, my Melancholy be'? 
Is it interpreted in me Difcafe, 
That, laden with my Sins, I feek for Eafe? 
O, be thou Witnefs, that the Reins daft k«ow. 
And Hearts of all, if I be fad for Show: 
And judge me after: If I dare pretend 
To ought but Grace, or aim at other End. 
As thou art All, fo be thou All to me, 
lirft, midft, audlaft, converted one, and three - 
Vol, II. H 

T46 The Second Part of 

My Faith, my Hope, my Love: And in this St-^tc, 
My Judge, my Witnefs, and my Advocate. 
Where have I been this while exil'd from thee? 
And whither rapt, now thou but ftoop'ft tome ? 
Dwell, dwell here ftill: O, Being every-where, 
How can 1 doubt to find thee ever here ? 
I know my State, both full of Shame and Scorn, 
Conceiv'd in Sin, and unto Labour bom, 
Standing with Pear, and muft with Horror fall. 
And deftin'd unto Judgment, after all. 
1 feel my Griefs too, and there fcarce is Ground 
Upon my Flefli t'inflift another Wound. 
Yet date I not complain, or wifh for Death 
With holy Paul^ left it be thought the Breath 
Of Difcontent ; or that thefe Prayers be 
lor wearincfs of Life, not love of thee. 

jfn ELEGY. 

By Ben. Johnson. 

TO make the Doubt clear, that no Woman*s true. 
Was it my Fate to prove it full in you? 
Thought I but one had breath'd the purer Air, 
And muft (he needs be falfe, becaufe fhe's Fair ? 
Is it your Beauty's Mark, or of your Youth, 
-Or your Terfcftion, not to ftudy Truth ; 
Or think you Hcav'n is deaf, or hath no Eyes? 
Or thofe it has, wink at your Fcr juries ? 
Are Vows fo cheap with Women ? or the matter 
"Whereof they are made, that they are writ in Water, 
And blown away with Wind? or doth their Breath, 
Both hot and cold at once, threat Life and Death ? 
Who could have thought fo many Accents fwcet 
Tun'd to our Words, fo many Sighs fliould meet 
Blown from our Hearts, fo many Oaths and Tears 
Sprinkled amosg? ail fweetei by our Fears, 

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And the divine Imprcflion of ftol'n KiflTes, 
That feal'd the reft, could now prove empty Blifles ? 
Did ycu draw Bonds to forfeit J fign to break ? 
Or muft we read you quite from what you fpeak, 
And find the Truth out the wrong way ? or muft 
He firft defire you falfe, would wilh you juft ? 
O, I profane! Though moft of Women be 
The common Monfter, Love, ihall except thee, 
My deareft Love, however Jealoufie 
With Circumftance might urge the contrary. 
Sooner I'll think the Sun would ccafe to chear 
The teeming Earth, and that forget to bear j 
Sooner that Rivers would run back, or Thames 
With Ribs of Ice in June would bind his Streams: 
Or Nature, by whole ftrengrh the World endures. 
Would change her Courfe, before you alter yours. 
But, O that treacherous Broaft, to whom weak you 
Did truft our Coiinfcls, and we both may rue. 
Having his Fallhood found too hue I 'twas he 
That made me call you guilty, and you me. 
Whilft he, black Wretch, betray'd each CmplcWor^ 
We fpake unto the coming of a third I 
Curft may he be that fo our Love hath flain. 
And wander wretched on the Larth, as Cam : 
Wretched as he, and not deferve leaft pity: 
In plaguing him, let Mifcry be witty. 
Let all Eyes fliun him, and he fhun each Eye, 
Till he be noifom as his Infamy : 
May he without remorfe deny God thrice, 
And not be trufted more on his Soul's price: 
And after all fclf torment, when he dies. 
May Wolves tear cut his Heart, Vultures his Eye?.- 
Swine eat his Bowels, and his fa Ifer Tongue, 
That utter'd all, be to fome Raven flung : 
And let his Carrion Coarfe be a longer Feafl 
To the King's Dogs, than any otjier Beaft. 
Now I have curft, let us our Love revive j 
In mc the Flame was nevar more alive. 
H 1 

14S The Second Pa r t %f 

I could begin again to court and praife. 

And in that Pleafure lengthen the Ihort days 

Of my Life's Leafej like Painters that do take 

Delight, not in madeWotks, but whilft they make, 

I could renew thofe Times, when firft I faw 

Love in your Eyes, that gave ray Tongue-the Law 

To like what you lik'd, and at Masks, or Plays, 

Commend the felf-fame Aftors, the fame Ways, 

Ask how you did, and often with intent 

Of being officious, grow impertinent j 

AU which were fuch loft Paftimes, as in thefe 

Love was as fubtly catch'd as a Difeafe. 

But, being got, it is a Treafure fweet, 

Which to defend, is harder than to get ; 

And ought not be profan'd on either part, 

Por though 'tis got by Chance, 'tis kept by Art, 


J^od fxlix fauJlHmque Convivis in Apollincy^. 
By Ben. Johnson. 

J ^^"jEmo ^fymbolHSy nifi Vmlra^ hue venito. 

2 l\ Idiota, Jnfnljui, Trtjfis, Turpisy abefto. 

3 Eruditi, Vrbant, Hilares, Honefii, adfcifcmtor, 

4 Nee lecla Fcemnix repttdiantor. 

5 In .^pparatu quod Convivis corruget Nares nil ejfo, 
€ EpHl^e delecitt potius quam fampttt parentur. 

7 Obfenator & cocjhus convivarttm GhU periti funto^ 

8 De Difctibitt* non contenditor. 

9 Minijirti a Dapibus ocnlati & muti, 
^ Pocuiis auriti (^ ceieres funto. 

10 Vina puris fontibus mini/trfntur, ant vapttlet Hofpes, 

11 Moderatis pocnliJ provocare Jodales fas ejh. 

12 ^t Fabhlis mi^l'i q'*am Vifio veUtano fiat^_ 

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TJ Convive ufc niHtt nee loquaces funto. 

14 D* fcriis AC facris Poti & Saturi ne dijftrttnto. 

15 Fidicen, nijl accerJituSf non venito. 

Z6 ^dmijfo Ti^ftt, Tripudiisy Choreis, Cantu^ SAtibHs^ 
Omni Gratiartijn fejhvitate facrA celehantor, 

17 Joii fine felle funto. 

18 Iiifiptdit poemara nnlU recitantor. 
T9 Verfns fcribere nnltus cogitor. 

20 Argument ationis totus Strepitus ahejlo. 

2 1 ^yn,-<.toriis (juerelis, ac fufpinis Itler ^ngulus tfiol 

22 Lapitbarmm more Scyphis pugnare, Vitrea colltderey 
Fene/lras e.vcKtere, fupel/ecliiem dtUcerarey nefas tflo, 

2 J Shi for as vel di^a vel facia Eliminat, Eliminator, 
24 Neminem reum Pocula facinnto. 

FocHs perennis efio. 

R u L E s/(?r the Tavern Academy^ &c. 

By Ben. Johnson. 

I. [/hot, 

r A S the Fund of our Plcafure, let each pay his 
l\. Except feme chance Friend wiiom a Mem- 
ber brings in. 

2 Far hence be the Sad, the Levjd Fop and the Sot, 
For fuch have the Plagues of good Company been, 


3 Let the Learned and WittVt the Jovial and Gar. 
The Generotts and Honej} Compofe our free State J 

4 ^nd the more to ex a it our Delight ivhiljl vje Jiayy 
Let none be debarr'd from his choice Female 

III. [Mate. 

; Let no Scent offenfive the Chamber infeft. 

6 Let Fancy, not Coll, prepare all our Difhes, 

7 Let the Caterer mind the taftcof each Gueft, 
And the Cook in his Dreffing comply with theii 

Wiihes. H 3 

1^0 The Second Part of 

8 Let's have no diftuibanee about taking Places^ 

To /}:ew your nice Breedhigy or out of vain Pride. 
5 I'et the Drawers be ready with Wine and frefh 
GlalTcsi [muft be ty'd. 

Let the Waiters have Eyes, tho' their Tongues 

I o Let ourWines without mixture,or Stum, be all fine> 

Or call uptheMafter,and break his dull Noddle. 

II Let no fober Bigot here think it a Sin, 

To pufh on the chirping and moderate Bottle, 

12 Let the Contefts be rather of Books than of Wine. 

13 Let the Company be neither noiiic nor mut€. 

14 Let none of things Serious, much lefs of Divine, 
When Belly and Head's full, prophanely difpute. 


15 Let no fawcy Fidler prefume to intrude, 
Unlefs he is fent for to vary our Blifs. 

\6 With Mirth, Wit, and Dancing and Singing COncludCj 
To regale ev'ry Senfe, with Delight in excefs^ 
37 Let Raillery be without Malice or Heat. 
18 Dull Poems to read let none privilege take. 
J 9 Let no Poctafter command or intreat 
Another Extempore Verfes to malce. 
20 Let Argument beat no unmufical found. 

Nor Jars interpofe facrcd Friendfhip to grieve, 
ii For Generous Lovcis let a Corner be found, 
Where they in foftSighs may their Paflions relieve, 
22 Like the old Lapithites, with the Goblets to fight. 
Our own 'mongft Otfences unpardon'd will 

rank ; 
Or breaking of Windows, or Glafles for fpight, 
And fpoiling the Goods for a Rakehelly Prvink^ 

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2j Whoever fliall publifh what's faid or what's done. 

Be he banilh'd for ever our Aflembly Divine. 
24 Let the freedom wc talce be perverted by none. 

To make any guilty by drinking good Wine. 

Over the Door at the Entrance into 
the Apollo. 

By Ben. Johnson. 

WElcome all that lead or follow. 
To the Oracl-e of ^ipollc 

Here he fpe-aks out of his Pottle, 

Or the Tripos, his Tower Bottle : 

All his Anfvvcrs are Divine, 

Truth it felf doth flow in Wine. 

Hang up all the poor Hop-Drinkers, 

Cries Old Sym the King of Skinkcis j 

He the half of Life abufes, 

That Ilts watering with the Mufcs, 

Thofe dull Girls no good can mean us. 

Wine it is the Milk of Venu^t 

And the Poet's Horfe accounted: 

Ply it and you all are mounted. 

'Tis the true Phcebiian Liquor, 

Chcars the Brains, makes Wit the quicker, 

P;iys all Debts, cures all Difeafes, 

And iit once three Senfes pleafes. 

Welcome all that lead or follow, 

To the Oiacle of Apollo. 

11 4 

1^2 The Second Part of 

HerMandefcribedhyher ownDiSlamm* 

By Ben. Johnfon. 

OF your Trouble, Ben^ to cafe me, 
I will tell what Man would pleafc m€, 
I would hav;^ him, if 1 could, 
Noble } or of greater Blood : 
Titles, I confefs, do take me j 
And a Woman God did make me: 
Trench to boot, at leaft in fafliion. 
And his Manners of that Nation. 

Young I'd have him too, and fair, 
Yet a Man J with crifped Hair, 
Gafl: in thoufand Snares and Rings, 
For Love's Fingers, and his Wings : 
Chefnut Colour, or more flack 
Gold, upon a Ground of Black, 
Venus and Minerva*s Eyes, 
For he muft look wanton-wife. 

Eye-brows bent, like Cupid's Bow- 
Front, an ample Field of Snow j 
Even Nofe and Cheek (withal) 
Smooth as is the Billiard Ball : 
Chin as woolly as the Peach ; 
And his Lip (hculd killing teach, 
Till he cherifli'd too much Beard, 
And make Love or me afeard. 

He would have a Hand as foft 
As -the Down, and fliew it oft j 
Skin as fmooth as any Rulh, / 

And fo thin to fee a Blufli 
Rifing through it, e'er it came ; 
All his Blood fliould be a Flame, 
Quickly fir'd, as in Beginners 
la Love's School, and yet no Sinners. 

Miscellany Poems. i;^ 

'Twere too long to fpeak of ali» 
What wc Harmony do call, 
In a body Ihould be there. 
"Well he Ihould his Cloths to wear j 
Yet no Taylor help to make him, 
Dreft, you ftiil for Maa fliould take him, 
And not think h'had eat a Stake, 
Or were fct up in a Brake. 

Valiant he fliould be as fire. 
Shewing Danger more than Ire. 
Bounteous as the Clouds to Eaith, 
And as honeft as his Birth. 
All his Actions to be fuch. 
As to do nothing too much. 
Nor o'er-praife, nor yet condemn j 
Nor out-value, nor contemn j 
Nor do Wrongs, nor Wrongs receive; 
Nor tie Knots, nor Knots unweave ; 
And from Bafenefs to be free. 
As he durft love Truth and me. 

Such a Man, with every part, 
1 could give my very Heart ; 
But of one, if ihort he came, 
I can reft me where I am. 

^ N r M P H's PaJIIon, 
By Ben. Jol nfon. 


I Love, and he lores me again, 
Yet dare I not tell who, 
For if the N'ympli; Ihould know my Swain^ 
1 fear tlxey'd iovc him too j 

Yet if it be not known. 
The Pleafure is as good as none, 
Foi that's a naiiow Joy is but oux own, 
H 5 

If 4 ^^^ Seco N i> Pa r t ^ 

ril tell, that if they be not glad. 

They yet may envy me : 
But then if I grow jealous mad. 
And of them pitied be. 

It were a Plague 'bove Scorn, 
And yet it cannot be forborn, 
Unlefs my Heart would as my Thought be torn^ 

He is, if they ean find him, fair,^ 

And frefli and fragrant too. 
As Summers Sky, or purged Air, 
And looks as Lillies do, 

That are this Morning blown; 
Yet, yet I doubt he is not known, 
And fear much more, that more of him be fliown. 

But he hath Eyes fo round, and bright, 

As make away my Doubt, 
Where Love may all his Torches light, 
Though Hate had put them out : 
Bur then t'increafe my Fears, 
What Nymph foe'er his Voice but hears,. 
Will be my Rival, though flie have but Ears* 

I'll tell no more, and yet I love. 

And he loves me ; yet no 
One unbecoming thought doth move 
From either Heart, I knowj 

But fo exempt from blame. 
As it would be to each a Fame : 
If Love, or Fear, woukl let mc tell his Names 

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jin E c \^ o G V E on fhe Death of 
B E N\ Johnson, between Mcii- 
boeus and Hylas. 

Written by the Earl of Falkland. 

M E L I R OE V S. 

Hriojy the clear Day boiifts a glorious Sun, 
Our Troop is ready, and our Time is come ,- 
That Fox who hath fo long our Lambs dcftioy'd, 
And daily in his pioiperous Rapine joy'd, 
Is earrh'd not far from hence, old uE^on'i, Son, 
Rougli Corilasy and lufty Corydon, 
In part the Sport, in part Revengs defire, 
Aod both thy Tarrier and thy Aid require. 
Hafte, for by this, but that for thee we llaid. 
The Trey-dcvoiuer had our Prey been made. 
H r L A S. 

Oh ! Melthapts now I lift not hunt. 
Nor have that Vigour as before 1 wontj 
My Prefcnce will afford them no Relief, 
That Beaft 1 ftrive to chafe is only Grief, 
M E r. I B OE V S. 

What mean thy folded Arms, thy down-caftFyes, 
Tears which fo faft defcend, and Sighs which rife? 
What mean thy Words which £o diftraftcd fail, 
As all thy Joys had now one Fimeral ? 
Caufe for fuch Grief, can our Retirements yield? 
That follows Courts, but ftoops not to the Field. 
Hath thy ftcrn Step-Dame to thy Sire reveal'd 
Some youthful a<fb,which thou couldft wilh conceal'd} 
Part of thy Herd hath fome clofe Thief convey'd 
From open Pafturcs to a darker Shade? 
Part of thy Fiock hath fome fierce Torrent drown'd? 
Thy Kaiveft fail'd ? or Amaryllis frownM ? 
H r L A s. 

Nor Love, nor Anger, Accident nor Tlvicf, 
Hath. iiU5*d the Wa?es of my luiboundcti Giief : 

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To cure this Caufe, I would provoke the lie 
Of my fierce Step-Dame or leverer Sirej 
Give all my Herds, Fields, Flocks, and all the Grace 
That ever flione in Amaryllis Face. 
Alas, that Bard, that glorious Bard is dead, 
Who when I whilome Cities viflted, [Days, 

Hath made them feem but Hours which were full 
Whilft he vouchfaf'd me his harmonious Lays: 
And when he liv'd, 1 thought the Country thea 
A Torture, and no Manfion, but a Den. 
M E L I B OE V S, 
J o H K s o N you mean, unlefs 1 much do err, 
I know the Perfon by the Charafter. 
H Y L ^ S. 
You guefs aright, it is too truly fo. 
From no lefs Spring could all thefe Rivers flow. 
M E L I B OE V S. 
Ah HyUs \ then thy Grief 1 cannot call 
A PalTion, when the Ground is rational. 
1 now excufe thy Tears and Sighs, though thofc 
To Deluges, and thefe to Tempefts rofe : 
Her great Inftrufter gone, I know the Age 
No lefs laments than doth the widow'd Stage. 
And onely Vice and Folly now are glad, 
Our Gods are troubled, and our Prince Is fad : 
He chiefly who beftows Light, Health and Art, 
Feels this Iharp Grief pierce his immortal Heart, 
He his ncglefted Lyre away hath thrown, 
And wept a larger nobler Helicon^ 
To find his Herbs, which to his Wi(h prevail 
For the lefs lov'd, fhould his own Favourite fail: 
So moan'd himfelf when D^.phne he adot'd. 
That Alts relieving all, fliould fail their Lord. 

H r L ^ S. [Iprings, 

But fay, from whence in thee this Knowledge 
Of what his Favour was with Gods and Kings. 

M E L I B OE V S. [Towns 

Dorus, who long had known Books, Mea and 
At laft ihe honom of om Woods and Downs, 

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Had often heard his Songs, was often fir'd 
"With their inchanting Power, e'er he retir'd. 
And e'ei himleif to out ftill Groves he brought 
To meditate on what his Mule had taught : 
Here all his Joy was to revolve alone. 
All that her Mufick to his Soul had fliown, 
Or in ail Meetings to divert the ftream 
Of our Difcourfej and make his Friend his Theam, 
And prailing Works whicii that rare Loom hath 
Impart that Pleafure which he had receiv'd. [weav'd, 
So in fweet Notes (which did all Tunes excel, 
But what he prais'd) 1 oft have heard him tell 
Of his rare Pen, what was the ufe and price, 
The Bays of Virtue and the Scourge of Vice: 
How the rich Ignorant he valued Icaft, 
Nor for the Trappings would efteem the Beaft ; 
But did our Youth to noble Actions raife, 
Hoping the meed of his immortal Praife: 
How bright and loon his Mufcs Morning fhone. 
Her Noon how lafting, and her Evening none: 
How Speech exceeds not Dumbnefs,nor VerfeProfe, 
More than his Verfe the low rough Rhimes of thofc, 
(For fuch his leen, they feem'd,) whohigheft reai'd, 
Pofleft Parnajjus e'er his Power appcar'd : 
Nor fliall another Pen his Fame didblve, 
'Till we this doubtful Problem can refolve, 
"Which in his "W'orks we moll tranfcendeiit fee.. 
Wit, Judgment, Learning, Art, or Indulhy, 
Which 'Till is Never, fo all jointly flow. 
And each doth to an equal Torrent grow : 
His Learning fuch, no Author old nor new, 
Efcap'd his reading that deferv'd his view. 
And fuch his Judgment, fo exaci his Teft, 
Of what was beft in Books, as what Books beft. 
That had he join'd thole Notes his Labours took. 
From each moft prais'd .md praifc-dcferving Book, 
And could the World of that choice Trealiue boai^, 
It need not caie though all the left weie lolt : 

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A-nd fuch his Wit, he writ paft what he quotes. 

And his Produftions far ckccqA his Notes : 

So in his Works where ought inierted grows. 

The nObleft of the Plants engrafted fliows» 

That his adopted Children equal not 

The generous Iflue his own Brain begot; 

So great his Art, that much which he did write. 

Gave the Wife Wonder, and the Crowd Delight, 

Each Sort as well as Sex admir'd his Wit, 

The Hees and Shees, the Boxes, and the Pit ; 

And who lefs lik'd within, did rather chufe 

To tax their judgments than fufpeft his Mufc. 

How no Spectator his chafte Stage could call 

The caufe of any Crime of his, but all 

With Thoughts and Wills purgM and amended rife^ 

Prom th' Ethick Leftiues of his Comedies,. 

Where the Speftators aft, and the fhamM Age 

Blulheth to meet her Follies on the Stage; 

Where each Man £nds fome Light he never fought, 

And leaves behind fome Vanity he brought, 

Whofe Politicks no lefs the Minds diied, 

Than thefe the Manners, nor with lefs Effeft, 

When his Majeftick Tragedies relate 

All the Difoiders of a tottering Stare, 

All the Diftempeis which on Kingdoms fail. 

When Eafe, and Wealth, and Vice are general, 

And yet the Minds againft all Feat afliue, 

And telling the Difeafe, prefcribe the Cure : 

Where, as he tells what fubtJe Ways, what Friends, 

(Seeking their wicked and their wirtit-for Ends) 

Ambitious and luxurious Perfons prove. 

Whom vaft Defires, or mighty Wants do move, 

The general Frame to fap and undermine, 

lo proud Seja.tus, and bold Catdine 5 

So in his vigilant Prince and Confuls parts, 

He fhews the wifer and the nobler Arts, 

By which a State may be unhurt, upheld, [build. 

Aad aji ihofe Wwks d^ftioy'd, whicji Hell wguid 

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who (not Hkc thole who with fmall Praifc had wiit. 
Had they not call'd in Judgment to thcii Wit) 
Us'd not a tutoring Hand his to dircft. 
But was fole Workman and folc Archited : 
And furc by what my Friend did daily tell, 
If he but aded his own Part as well 
As he writ thofc of others, he may boaft. 
The happy Fields hold not a happier Ghoft. 
H r L ^ S. 

Strangers wil 1 think t h is ftrangc, yet he (dearYouth^ 
"Where moft he paft Belief, fell Ihort of Truth: 
Say on, what more he faid, this gives Relief, 
And though it raifc my Caufe, it bates my Grief, 
Since Fates decreed him now no longer liv'd, 
1 joy to hear him by thy Friend reviv'd. 
M E L I B OE V S. 

More he would fay, and better, (but I fpoil 
His fmoother Words with my unpolilh'd Stile) 
And having told what Pitch his Worth attain'd. 
He then would tell us what Reward it gain'd: 
How in an ignorant, and learn'd Age he fway'd, 
(Of which the fixft he found, the fecond made) 
How he, when he could know it, reap'd his Farae^ 
And long out-liv'd the envy of his Name : 
To him how daily flockt, what reverence gave. 
All that had Wit, or would be thought to have, 
Or hope to gain, and in fo large a {tore, 
That to his Afnes they can pay no more. 
Except thofe few who cenfuring, thought not fo. 
But aim'd at Glory from Co great a Foe : 
How the Wife too, did with meer Wits agree, 
As Pembroke, Portlands and grave ^nbi^ny j 
Nor thought the rigid'ft Senator a tliame, 
To contribute to {o deferv'd a Fame : 
How great E{iz.a, the Retreat of thofe. 
Who weak and injur'd iier PiOte(n:ion chofe. 
Her Subjeds Joy, the Strength of her Allie5> 
Tixe f eai aad WQAdex of her £uemics, 

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"With her judicious Favours did infufe 
Courage and Strength into his younger Mu(e : 
How learned James, whofe Praife no end fhall find^ 
(But ftill enjoy a Fame pure like his Mind) 
Who favour'd Quiet, and the Arts of Peace, 
(Which in his Halcyon Days found large cncicafc) 
friend to the humbleft if deferving Swain, 
Who was himfelf a part of Phcebas Train, 
Declat'd great Joh-nfon worthieft to receive 
The Garland which the Mufes Hands did weave $ 
And though his Bounty did fuftain his Days, 
Gave a more welcome Penfion in his Praife: 
How mighty Charles amidft that weighty Care, 
In which three Kingdoms as their Blefiing Ihare, 
Whoni as it tends with ever watchful Eyes, 
Tiiat neither Power may force, nor Ait furprize, 
So bounded by no Shore, grafps all the Main, 
And far as Neptuue claims, extends his reign. 
Found ftill fome time to hear and to admire. 
The happy Sounds of his harmonious Lyre, 
And oft hath left his bright exalted Throne, 
And to his Mufes Feet combin'dhisown : In his 
As did his Queen, whofe Perfon fo difclos'd Masks, 
A brighter Nymph than any Part impos'd. 
When Ihe did join, by an harmonious Choice, 
Her graceful Motions to his powerful Voice : 
How above all the reft was Phcebus fir'd 
With love of Arts, which he himfelf infpir'd. 
Nor oftner by his Light our Scnfe was chear'd, 
Than he in Perfon to his fight appear'd. 
Nor did he write a Line, but to fupply 
With facred Flame the radiant God was by. 
H r L ^4 S. 

Though none I ever heard this laft rchcarfe, 
1 faw as much when I did fee his Verfe. 

Since. he, when living could fuch Honours havC; 
What now will Piety pay ro his Grave? 

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Shall of the rich (whofe Lives were low and vile, 
And fcarce deferv'd a Grave, much lefs a Pile) 
The Monuments poffefs an ample Room, 
And fuch a Wonder lye without a Tomb ? 
Raife thou him one in Verfc, and there relate 
His Worth, thy Grief, and our deplored State, 
His great Pcrfe^lions, our great Lofs recite,^ 
And let them meerly weep who cannot write, 
H r L .^ S. 

I like thy Saying, but oppofc thy Choice, 
So great a Task as this requires a Voice 
Which muft he heard, and liftned to, by all, 
And Fame's own Trumpet but appears too fmall; 
Then for my flender Reed to found his Name, 
Would more my Folly than his Praife proclaim ;. 
And when you wilh my Weaknefs ling his Worth, 
You charge a Moufe to bring a Mountain forth ; 
I am by Nature form'd, by Woes made Dull, 
My Head is emptier than my Heart is full ; 
Grief doth my Brain impair, as Tears fupply, 
Which makes my Face fo moift, my Pen Co dry : 
Nor fliould this Work proceed from Woods and 
But from the Academies, Courts, and Towns ^[DowftSj 
Let Digby, Carew, KilUgrevj, and Maine, 
Cociotphin, Waller, that infpired Train, 
Or whofe rare Pen befide deferves the Grace, 
Or of an equal, or a neighbouring Place, 
Anfwer thy Wilh, for none fo fit appears 
To raife his Tomb, as who are left his Heirs: 
Yet for this Caufe no labour need be fpent, 
Writing his Works, he built his Monument. 
M E L I B OE V S. 

If to obey in this, thy Pen be loth, 
It will not feem thy Weaknefs, but thy Sloth: 
Our Towns preft by our Foes invading Might, 
Our ancient Druids and young Virgins fight, 
Employing feeble Limbs to the bell ufcj 
So Johnfnn dead, no Pen fliouId plead excufc : 

1/52 The S E c o N D Pa R T of 

Por Elegies, howl all who cannot fxng, 

For Tombs bring Turf, who cannot Marble bring. 

Let all their Forces mix, join Verfe to Rime, 

To fave his Fame from that Invader, Time ; 

"Whofe Power, though his alone may well leftrain, 

Tet to fo wifht an end, no Care is vain j 

And Time, like what our Brooks ad in our Sight, 

Oft finks the Weighty, and upholds the Light: 

Befides, to this, thy Pains I ftrive to move 

Lefs to exprefs his Glory than thy Love : 

Not long before his Death, our Woods he mcaat 

To vifir, and defcend from Thames to Trent^ 

Meet with thy Elegy his Paftoral, 

And rife as much as he vouchfaf 'd to fall : 

Suppofe it chance no other Pen do join 

In this Attempt, and the whole work be thine. 

When the fierce fire the rafh Boy kindled, raign'd. 

The whole World fufferM 3 Earth alone complain'd : 

Suppofe that many more intend the fame, 

More taught by Art, and better known to Fame, 

To that great Deluge which fofar deftroy'd,[ploy'd} 

The Earth her Springs, as Hcav'n his Show'rs em- 

So may, who higheft Marks of Honour wears. 

Admit mean Partners in tjii* Flood of Tears : 

So oft the liumbleft join with loftieft Things, 

Kor only Princes weep the fate of Kings. 

H T L ^ S. [fir'd, 

I yield, I yield, thy Words my Thoughts have 
And I am lefs perf^vaded than infpir'd ; 
Speech (hall give Sorrow vent, and that Relief, 
The Woods fhall Eccho all the City's Grief : 
I oft have Verfe on meaner Subjefts made, 
Should I give Prefents and leave Debts unpaid J 
Want of Invention here is no Excufe, 
My Matter I lliall find, and not produce, 
And (as it fares in Crowds) I only doubt, 
So much would pafs, that nothing will get out, 
Elfe in this Work which now my Thoughts intend 
1 Ihall find nothing hard, but how to end: 

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1 then but ask fit Time to fmooth my Lays, 
(And iniitate in this the Ten I praife) 
Which by the Subjeft's Power cmbalm'd, may laft, 
Whilft the Sun Light, the Earth doth Shadows caft. 
And fcatherM by thole Wings fly among Men, 
Far as the Fame of Poetry and Ben. 


By Mr. Henry King. 

I See that Wreath which doth the Wearer arm 
'Gainft the quick ftroaks of Thunder, is no charm 
To keep off Death's pale Dart: lot (Johnfon) then 
Thou hadft been numbei'd ftill with living Men : 
Time's Sythe had fear'd thy Lawrcl to invade. 
Nor rhee this Subjed of our Sorrow made. 

Amongft thofe many Votaries that come 
To offer up their Garlands at thy Tomb, 
Whilft fome more lofty Pens in their bright Verfe, 
(Like glorious Tapers flaming on thy Herfe) 
Sliall light the dull and thanklcfs World to fee. 
How great a maim it fuffers, (wanting thee;) 
Let not thy learned Shadow fcorn, that 1 
Pay meaner Rites unto thy Memory : 
And fince I nought can add but in defire, 
Reflore fome fparks which leapt from thine ownfirc» 

What Ends foever other Quills invite, 
I can protcft, it was no itch to write, 
Not any vain Ambition to be read. 
But meerly Love and Juftice to the dead, 
Which rais'd my famclefs Mule ; and caus'd her bring 
Thefe Drops, as Tribute thrown into that Spring, 
To whofe mofl: rich and fruitful Head we owe 
The pureft dreams of Language which can flow. 
For 'tis but truth j Thou taught'ft the ruder Age, 
To fpeak by Giammaii and reform' dft the Stage: 

164 The Second Part ef 

Thy Comick Sock induc'd fuch purged Senfe, 
A Lucreca might have heard without offence. 
Amongft thofe foating Wits that did dilate 
Our EngUp}, and advance it to the rate 
And value it now holds, thy felf was one 
Helpt lift it up to fuch proportion, 
That thus refin'd and roab'd it rtiall not {pare 
With the full Greek^ot Latin to compare. 
For what Tongue ever durft, but ours, tranflatc 
Great Tully^s Eloquence, or Homer*s State ? 
Both which in their unblemifh'd Luftre ihine, 
From Chapman's Pen, and from thy Catiline. 

All I would ask for thee, in recompence 
Of thy fuccefsful Toyl, and Times expencc 
Is only this poor boon : That thole who can 
Perhaps read French^ or talk Italian, 
Or do the lofty Spaniard affed, 
(To ihew their Skill in foreign Dialeft) 
Prove not themfelves fo unnat'rally wife 
They therefore fliould their Mother-tongue defpife: 
(As if her Poets both for Stile and Wit, 
Not equal'd, or not pafs'd their beft that Writ) • 
Until by ftudying Johnfon they have known 
TheHeighth,and Strength, and Plenty of their own. 
Thus in what low Earth, or negledted Room, 
So e'er thou fleep'ft, thy Book fhall be thy Tomb, 
Thou wilt go down a happy Coarfe, beftrev/'d 
With thine own Flowers, and feel thy felf renew'd, 
Whilft thy immortal, never with'ring Bays 
Shall yearly flourifli in thy Reader's Praife. 
And when more fpreading Titles are forgot. 
Or, fpight of all their Lead and Searclotli, rot j 

Thou wrapt and fhrin'd in thine own Sheets wilt 
■ A Rclick fam'd by all Pofteiity. [lye 


Miscellany Poems. i6f 
^0 the Memory of B e n. J o h n s o n. 

By Mr. Jafper Mayne. 

AS when the Veftal Hearth went out, no fire 
Lefs Holy than the flame that did expire 
COlild kindle it again: So at thy fall 
Our Wit, great ficw, is too Apocryphal 
To celebrate the LoG, lince 'tis too much 
To write thy Epitaph, and not be fuch. 
"What thou wert, like th' hard Oracles of old, 
^Vithout an Ecftaiic cannot be told. 
We muft be ravilh'd firft, thou muft infufe 
Thy felf into us both the Theam and xMufe. 
Slfe, (though we all confpir'd to make thy Herfe 
Our Works) fo that 'thad been but one great Verfe, 
Though the Prieft had tranflated for that time 
The Liturgy, and bury'd thee in Rhime, 
So that m Meetcr we had heard it faid, 
Poctick Duft is to Poetick laid : [have 

And though that Duft being Shakefpenr^s thou might'ft 
Not his Room, but the Poet for thy Grave; 
S© that, as thou didft Prince of Numbers die 
And live, fo now thou might'ft in Numbers lye, 
'Twere frail Solemnity; Verlcs on thee 
And not like thine, would but kind Libels be; 
And we, (not fpeaking thy whole Worth) fliould raife 
Vorfe blots, than they that envied thy Praife. 
Indeed, thou need'ft us not, fince above all 
Invention, thou wert thine own Funeral. 
Hereafter, when Time hath fed on thy Tomb, 
Th' Infcription worn out, and the Marble dumb j 
So that 'twould pofe a Critick to reftore 
Half Words, and Words cxpir'd fo lon^ before. 
When thy niaim'd Statue hath a fentenc'd Face, 
And Looks that aic the honor of the Place, 

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That*twill be Learning, and Antiquity, 
And ask a Selden to fay, This was thee, [feat 

ThouMt have a whole Name ftill, nor need'ft thou 
That will be ruin'd, or lofe Nofe, or Hair. 
Let others write fo thin, that they can't be 
Authors till rotten, no Pofterity [then 

Can add to thy Works, th' had their whole growth 
"When firft Born, and came aged from thy Pen. 
Whilft living thou enjoy'dft the fame and fenfc 
Of all that time gives but the Reverence, 
When th'art of Homey^s Years, no Man will fay 
Thy Poems are lefs worthy, but more gray : 
'Tis Baftard-Poetry, and o'th' falfe Blood 
Which can't without Succeflion be good. 
Things that will always laft, do thus agree 
With things eternal j th'at once perfeft be. 
Scorn then their Cenfures, who gave't out, thy Wit 
As long upon a Comedy did fit 
As Elephants. bring forth ; and that thy Blots 
And Mendings took more time than Fortune Plots: 
That fuch thy Drought was, and fo great thyThirft, 
That all thy Plays were drawn at th' Mermaid firfi: : 
That the King's yearly Butt wrote, and his Wine 
Hath more right than thou to thy Catiline. 
Let fuch Men keep a Diet, let their Wit 
Be rack'd, and while they write, fuffer a Fit. 
When they've felt Tortures which out-pain the Gout, 
Such, as with lefs, the State draws Treafon out ; 
Though they fhould the length of Confumptions lye 
Sick of tlieir Verfe, and of their Poem dye, 
'Twould not be thy word Scene, but would at laft 
Confirm their Boaftings, and fhew made in hade. 
He that writes well, writes quick, fince the Rule's true, 
Nothing is flowly done, that's always new. 
So when thy Fox had ten times afted been. 
Each day was firft, but that 'twas cheaper (een. 
And fo thy ^Ichymifi plaid o'er and o'er. 
Was new o'th' Stage when 'twas not at the Door. 

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We, like the Aftors did repeat, the Pit 
The hrft time faw, the next conceiv'd thy Wit: 
Whicli was caft in tlwfe Forms, fuch Rules, fuch Arts, 
That but to ibme not half thy A(Xs were Parts : 
Since of fome hlken Judgments we may fay, 
They fiU'd a Box two Hours, but faw no Play. 
So that th* unlearned loft their Mony, and 
Scholars fav'd only, that could underftand. 
Thy Scene was free from Monrters, no hard Plot 
Call'd down a God t'linty th'unlikelyKnot. 
The Stage was ftill a Stage, two Entrances 
Were not two Parts o'th' World, disjoin'd by Seas. 
Thine were Land-Tragedies, no Prince was found 
To fwim a whole Scene out, then o'th' Stage drown'd ; 
Pitch'd Fields, as red Bull Wars, ftill felt thy Doom, 
Thou laid'ft no Sieges to the Mufick-Room j 
Nor would'ft allow to thy beft Comedies 
Humours that fiiould above the People rife: 
Tet was thy Language and thy Scile fo high. 
Thy Sock toth' ancle, Buskin reach'd to th' thigh; 
And both fo chaft, fo 'bove Dramatick clean, 
That wc both fafely faw, and liv'd thy Scene. 
No foul loofc Line did proftitute thy Wit, 
.Thou wrot'ft thy Comedies, didft not commit. 
We did the Vice ariaign'd not tempting hear. 
And were made Judtres, not bad Parts by th' Ear. 
For thou cv'n Sm didft in fuch words array, 
That fome who came bad Parts, went cut good Play, 
Which ended not with th' Epilogue, the Age 
Still afted, which grew Innocent from th' Stage. 
*Tis true thou hadlt fome Sharpncfs, but thy Salt 
Sciv'd but with Pleafurc to reform the Fault. 
Men were laugli'd into Virtue, and none more 
Hated Face adted than were fuch before. 
So did thy Sting not Blood, but Humors dra\y. 
So much doth Satyr more corrcd than Law j 
Which was not Nature in thee, as fome call 
Thy Teeth, who fay thy Wit lay in thy Gail. 

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That thou didft quarrel fiift, and then, in fpight, 
Didft *gainft a Perfon of fuch Vices write : 
That 'twas Revenge, not Truth j that on the Stage 
Carlo was not prefentcd, but thy Rage ; 
And that when thou in company wert met. 
Thy Meat took Notes, and thy Difcourfe was Net. 
We know thy free Vein had this Innocence, 
To fpare the Party, and to brand th' Offence. 
And the Juft Indignation thou wert in 
Did not expofe Shifty but his Tricks and Ginn. 
Thou mightft have us'd th' old Comtek freedomjthefe 
Might have feen themfelves plaid, like Socrittes. 
Like Cleon^ Mammon might the Knight have been. 
If, as GrfcJ^ Authors, thouhadft turn'd Gm/;^rpleen; 
And hadft not chofen rather to tranflate 
Their Learning into EngUp:, not their hate : 
Indeed this laft, if thou hadft been bereft 
Of thy Humanity, might be call'd Theft. 
The other was not 5 whatfoc'er was ftrange 
Or borrow' d in thee did grow thine by th' change. 
Who without Latin helps hadft been as rare 
As Beaumont, Fletcher, or as Shakefpear were ; 
And like them, from thy native Stock couldft fay, 
Poets and Kings are not born every Day. 

In Memory of the mofl Worthy 
Benjamin Johnson. 

^y Mr, W. C A R r vv R I G H T. 

FAther of Poets, though thine own great Day 
Struck from thy felf, fcorns that a weaker ray 
Should twine in luftre with it : Yet my Flame, 
Kindled from thine, flies upwards tow'rds thy Name, 
For in the Acclamation of the lefs 
There's Piety, though from it no accefs, 


Miscellany Poems. 169 

And though my ruder Thoughts make me of thofc, 
"W'ho hide and cover what tliey fiionld difclofe; 
Yet, where the Lucre's fuch, he makes it fecn 
Better to fome, that draws the Veil between. 

And wliat can more be hop'd, llnce that Divine 
Free filling Spirit took its flight with thine ? 
Men may have Fury, but no Raptures now; 
Like Witches, charm, yet not know wiience, nor how. 
And through Diftempet, grown not ftrong butfiercej 
Inftcad of writing, only rave in Verfe : 
Which when by thy Laws judg'd, 'twill be confefs'd, 
'Twas not to be infpir'd, but be poffefs'd. 

Where fliall we find a Mufe like thine, that cAn 
So well prefent and (hew Man unto Man, 
That each one finds his Twin, and thinks thy Art 
Extends not to the Geflures, but the Heart ? 
Wiiere one fo fhewing Life to Life, that we 
Think thou taught'ft Cuftom, and not Cuftomthee? 
Manners, that were Themes to thy Scenes, ftill flow 
In the fame Stream, and are their Comments now; 
Thefe Times thus living o'er thy Models, we 
Think them not fo much Wit, as Prophefie : 
And tho' we know the Charafter, may fwear 
A SiOyli^s Finger hath been butie there. [known 

Things common thou fpeak'ft proper, which tho* 
For Publick, ftampt by thee grow thence thine own: 
Thy Thoughts fo ordcr'd, fo cxprefi'd, that we 
Conclude that tiiou didft not Difcourfe, but fee 
Language Co maftcr'd, that thy numerous Feet, 
Laden with genuine Words, do always meet 
Each in his Art ; nothing unfit doth fall. 
Shewing the Poet, like the Wifcman, all : 
Thine equal Skill thus wrcfting nothing, made 
Thy Pen fcem not fo much to write as Trade. 

That Life, that Vams of all things, which wc 
Conceive or flicw, pioportion'd Decency, 
Is not found fcattcr'd in thee here and there. 
But, like the Soul, is wholly everywhere. 

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170 The Second Pa r t of 

No ftrange perplexed Maze doth pafs for PIof> 
Thou always doft untie, not cut the Knot. 
Thy Lab'iinihs Doors are open'd by one Thread, 
That ties, and runs through all that's done or faid. 
No Power comes down with learned Hat and Rod, 
Wit only, and Contrivance is thy God. 

'Tis eafie to gild Gold: There's fmall Skill fpent 
Where ev'n the iiift rude Mafs is Ornament : 
Thy Mufe took harder iletalj, purg'd and boil'd, 
Laboured and try'd, heated, and beat and toyl'd. 
Sifted the Drofs, fil'd roughnefs, then grave drcft, 
Vexing rude Subjefts into Comelinefs. 
Be it thy Glory then, that \vc may fay. 
Thou run'ft where th' Foot was hindred by the way. 

Nor doft thou pour out, but difpence thy Vein, 
Skill'd when tofpare, and when to entertain : 
Not like our Wits, who into one piece do 
Throw all that they can fay, and their Friends too. 
Pumping themfelves, for one Terms noife, fo dry, 
As if they made their Wills in Poetry. 
And fuch fprucc Compofitions prefs the Stage, 
When Men tranfcribe themfelves, and not the Age," 
Both forts of Plays are thus like Pidures fhown, 
Thine of the common Life, theirs of their own. 

Thy Models yet arc not fo fram*d, as we 
May call them Libels, and not Lnag'ty: 
No name on any Bafis : 'tis thy Skill 
To ftrike the Vice, but fparc the Perfon ftill ; 
As he, who when he (aw the Serpent wreath'd 
About his fleeping Son, and as he breath'd, 
Drink in his Soul, did fo the Hioot contrive, 
To kill the Beaft, but keep the Child alive : 
So doft thou aim thy Darts, which, even when 
They kill tlie Poifons, do but wake the Men. 
Thy Thunders thus but purge, and we endure 
Thy Launcings better than another's Cure ; 
And juftly too : for th' Age grows more unfound 
From the Foors Bairom,th«nthe Wifeman's Wound. 

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No rotten Talk brokcs for a Laugh ; no P;ige 
Commenc'd Man by th' Inftrudtions of thy Stage; 
No bargaining Line there; no provoc'tive Vcric ; 
Nothing but what Lrfcretia. might rehearfe j • 

No need to make good Countenance ill, and ufe 
The riea of ftrid Life for a loofcr Mufe : 
No Woman ruTd thy Qiiill : we can defcry 
No Verfc born under any Cynthia.''s Eye : 
Thy Star was Judgment only, and right SenfJsv 
Thy fclf being to thy felfan Influence. 
Stout Beauty is thy Grace : Stern Pleafures do 
Prcfent Delights, but mingle Horrours too : 
Thy Mufe doth thus like 'foveas fierce Girl appear. 
With a fair Hand, but grafping of a Spear. 

Where are they now that cry, thy Lamp did drink 
More Oil tfian th' AuthorWine, while he did think? 
We do imbrace their Slander: thou haft wrt 
Not for Difparch but Fame ; no market Wit : 
'Twas not thy Care, that it might pafs and fell. 
But that it might endure, and be done well: 
Nor would'ft thou venture it unto the Ear, 
Until the File woiild not make fmooth, but wear ; 
Thy Verfe came feafon'd hence, andwouldnot givej 
Born not to ittd the Author, but to live: 
Whence 'mong the choicer Judges rofe a Strife, 
To make thee read as Cladick in thy Life. 
Thofe that do hence applaufe, and fuffrage beg, 
'Caufe they can Poems form upon one Leg, 
Write not to Time, but to the Poet's Day: 
There's difference between Fame, and fuddcn Pay, 
Thcfe Men fmg Kingdoms falls, as if that Fate 
Us'd the fame Force t' a Village, and a State: 
Thefc ferve T.)yejhs bloody Supper in, 
As if it had only a Sallad been : 
Their CattUnes are but Fencers, whofc Figlits rife 
Not to the Fame of Battel, but of Prize. 
But thou ftill put'ft true Paffions on; doft write 
With the fame Courage that try'd Captains fight; 
I z 

I7Z The Second Part e/ 

Giv'ft the light blufli -.ind colour unto things ; 
Low without creeping, high without lofs of wings ; 
Smooth, yet not weak, and by a thorough care, 
Cig without Twelling, without painting fair : 
They Wretches, while they cannot ftand to Et^ 
Are not V/its, but materials of Wit. 
What though thy fearching Wit did rake the Dufl: 
Of time, and purge old Metals of their Ruft ? 
Is it no Labour, no Art, think they, to 
Snatch Shipwracks from the Deep, as Divers do J 
And refcue Jewels from the covetous Sand, 
Making the Seas hid Wealth adorn the Land ? 
What though thy culling Mufe did rob the ftore 
Of G)eek and LAn.n Gardens, to bring o'er 
Plants to thy native Soil? Their Virtues were 
Improv'd far more, by being planted here. 
If thy Still to their Eft^ence doth refine 
So many Drugs, is not the Water thine ? 
Theftsthiisbecomejuft Works; they and their Grace 
Are wholly thine: Thus doth the Stamp and Face 
Make that the King's, that's ravifht from the Mine; 
In others then 'tis Oar, in thee 'tis Coin. 

Bleft Life of Authors, unto whom we owe 
Thofe that we have, and thofe that we want too : 
Thou'rt all fo good, that reading makes thee worfe. 
And to have writ fo well's thine only curfe. 
Secure then of thy Merit, thou didft hate 
That fervile bafe depcndance upon fate: 
Succefs thou ne'er thought'ft Virtue, nor that fir. 
Which Chance, and th' Ages Falhion did make hit j 
Excluding thofe from Life in after-time, 
Who into Po'tryfirfl: brought Luck and Rime :[Name 
Who thought the Peoples breath good Air: Stil'd 
What was but Noife; and getting Briefs for fame 
Gaiher'd the niany's Suffrages, and thence 
Made Commendation a Benevolence: 
Thy Thoughts were their own Lawrel, and did win 
That befl Applaufc of being crovrn'd withiu. 

Miscellany Poems. 173 

And though th' exacting Age, when deeper Ye;us 
H I J interwoven Snow among thy H.iirs, 
Would not permit thoufliouidft grow old, caufethe/ 
Ne'er by thy Writings knew thee young; we may 
Say juftiy, they're ungrateful, when they more 
Condemn'd thee, 'caufe thou wcrt Co good before : 
Thine Art was thine Art's blur, and they'll confefs 
Thy Ihong Perfumes made them not fmellthce Icfs. 
Bur, though to err with thee be no fmall ikill, 
And we adore the laft draughts of thy Qiiill : [Age, 
Though thofe thy Thoughts, which the now qucalie- 
Doth count but Clods, and refute of the Stage, 
Will come up PorcdaLn-wit fomc hundreds hence. 
When there will be more Manners, and more Senfe j 
'Twas Judgement yet to yield, and we atford 
Thy Silence as much Fame, as once thy Woid : 
Who like an aged Oak, the Leaves being gone, 
Waft Food before, art no>v Religion j 
Thought ftill more Rich, though not fo richly ftor'd, 
View'dand enioy'd before, but no»v ador'd. 

Great Soul of Numbers, whom wewant andboaft 5 
Like curing Gold, moft valu'd now th' ait loft j 
When we Ihall feed on refule Olfals, when 
We fliall from Corn to Akorns turn again ; 
Then Ihall we fee that thefe two Names are one, 
Johnfon and Poetry, which now are gone. 


ON the Bank of a Ri\'cr clofc under the Shade, 
Young CUoi and Sy!vi.t one Evening were laid; 
The Youth pleaded ftrongly for proof of his Love, 
But Honour had won her his Flame to reprove . [Suu, 
She cry*d, whcre's the Lufter, when Clouds Ihade the 
Or what is rich AV,, the tafte being gone? [dwell. 
'Mongft Flow'rs on the Stalk fweeteft Odours da 
But if gathcr'd, the Role it felf lofcs the fmcll, 

174 '^^^ Second Part oj 


Thou deareftof Nymphs, the brisk Shepherd reply'd. 
If e'er thou wilt argue, begin on Love's ildc: 
In ivlattcrs of State let grave Reafon be ihown, 
But Love is a Power will be ruled by none ) 
Nor fliould a coy Beauty be counted fo rare, 
Por Scandal can blaft both the Chafte and the Fair, 
Moft fierce are the Joys Love's Alembick do fill, 
And the K-ofes are fweetel^ when ^ut to the Still. 


THnt beauteous Creature for whom I'm a Lover, 
1 cannot, I will nor, 1 muft not difcovcr, 
Yet mark well my Song, and fomc Token I'll give j 
For ftic that both kills my Heart, and makes it live, 
Is either call'd 24aryy or Bettyy or ^nn. 
Now guefs if you can, now gucfs if you can. 

Her Stature is tall, and her Body is ficndcr. 
Her Eyes are moft lovely, her Cheeks pale and tender, 
Fine Pearls are her Teeth, and her Lips Cherry red, 
Her Smiles would revive a Man though he were dead, 
She'd make one in love were he never before j 
But 1 (;iy no more, but 1 fay no more. 

Jn i\ Y 1^ ^ on a Ground, 

HIGH State and Honours to others impart, 
But give me your Heart j 
Tliat Treafure, that TreaH-irc alone, I beg for my own : 
So gentle a Love, fo frequent a Fire, 

My SokI does infpire j 
Tkat Tieafme, that Treaiurc alone, 1 beg for my own : 

Miscellany Poems. 17^ 

Your Love let me crave, give me in pofTefllng 

So matchlefs a Blefllivg, 
That Empire is all I would have : 
Love's my Petition, and all my Ambition. 
IS e'e* you Difcovcr Co faithful, lb faithful a Lover, 

So teal a Flame, 
Til die, I'll die, Til die, fo give up my G:ime. 


THE bright Lakr'nU, whofe hard Fate 
?t was to love a Swain, 
Ill-natm*d, faithlefs, and ingrate, 

Grew weary of her Pain: 
Long, long, alas ! fhe vainly ftrove, 
To free her Captive Beart from Love ; 
'Till urg'd too much by his Difdain, 
She broke at laft the ftrong-link'd Chain, 
And vow'd Ihe ne'er woald love again, 
The lovely Nymph now free as Air, 

Gay as the blooming Spring, 
To no foft Tale would lend an Ear, 

But catelefs fit and fing : 
Or if a moving Story wrought 
Her frozen Breaft to a kind thought, 
She check'd her Heart, and cry'd, Ah ! hold I 
^4myn:or thus his Story told, 
Once burn'd as much, but no.v he's cold. 
Long thus fhe kept her Liberty, 

And by her Eyes 
A thoufand Youths did daily die 

Her Beauty's Sacrifice : 
'Till Love at Lift young Cleon brought, 
The objcft of each Virgin's thought, 

176 The Second Part of 

Whofc ft range refittlefs Charms did move. 
They made her burn and rage with Love, 
And made hex bleft as thofe above. 



A Pox upon this neodlefs Scorn, 
Sylvia, for fhamc the Cheat give o'crj 
The end to which the Fair are born. 

Is not to keep their Charms in ft ore : 
But lavifhly difpofe in hafte 

Of Joys, which none but Youth improve j 
Joys which decay when Beauty's paft, 

And who, when Beauty's paft, will love J 
When Age thofe Glories (hall deface. 

Revenging all your cold Difdain, 
And Sylvia, Ihall neglefted pafs. 

By every once-admiring Swain : 
And we can only Pity pay, 

When you in vain too late fhall burn j 
If Love increafe, and Youth decay, 

Ah Sylvia 1 who will make return ? 
Then hafte my Sylvia, to the Grove, 

Where all the Sweets of May confpire ; 
And teach us every Art of Love, 

And raife our Charms of Pleafure highei: 
And when Embracing we fliall lye, 

Clofely in Shades, on Banks of Flowers j 
The duller World whilft we defie. 

Years would be Minutes, Ages Hours. 

MiscELL ANv Poems. 177 
D x\ M O N the Mower, 

By Andrew Mirvcll, Zy^j 

HArk how the Mower Damcn fjng. 
With love oi Juliana ftuiigl 
"While ev'ry thing did ieeni to paint 
The Scene more fit for his Complaint. 
Like her fair Eyes the Day was fairj 
But fcorching like his am'rous Care. 
Sharp like his Scythe his Sorrow was. 
And wither'd like his Hopes the Grafs. 

Oh what unufual Heats are here, 
Which thus our Sun-burn'd Meadows fear I 
The Grafs-hopper its Pipe gives o'er j 
And hamliring'd Frogs can dance no more. 
But in the Brook the green Frog wades j 
And urafs-hoppers feek out the Shades. 
Only the Snake, that kept within, 
Now glitters in its fecond Skin. 

This heat the Sun could never raife. 
Nor Dog-ftar fo inflames the Days. 
It from an higher Beauty grow'th, 
Which burns the Fields and Mower both: 
Which made the Dog, and midces the Sun 
Hotter than his own Phaeton, 
Not Jhi. caufeth thefe Extreams, 
But Juliana^s fcorchiiig Beams. 

Tell me where I may pafs the Fires 
Of the hot Day, or hot Defires. 
To what cool Cave Ihall I defcend, 
Or to what gelid Fountain bend : 
Alas '. 1 look for tale in vain. 
When Remedies lUciufclves complaia. 
1 5 

T78 The Second Part of 

No moifturc but my Tears do reft. 
Nor Cold but in her Icy Breaft. 

How long wilt thou, fair Shepherdefs, 
Efteem me, and my Prefents lefs ? 
To thee the harmlefs Snake I bring, 
Difarmed of its Teeth and Sting. 
To thee Chameleons changing-hue. 
And Oak-leaves tipt with Honey dew. 
Yet thou ungrateful haft not fought 
Nor what they are, nor who them broughlt. 

1 am the Mower DAmon^ known 
Through all the Meadows I have mown; 
On me the Morn her Dew diftiJs 
Before her dailirrg Daffadils. 
And, if at Noon my toil me heat, 
The Sun himfelf licks off my Sweat. 
While, going home, the Ev'ning fwect 
Jn Cowflip-water baths my Feet. 


What, though the piping Shepherd ftock 
The Plains with an unnumb'red Flock, 
This Scythe of mine difcovers wide 
More Ground than all his Sheep do hide, 
With this the Golden Fleece I Ihear 
Of all thefe Clofes ev'ry Year. 
And though in Wool more poor than they, 
yet am I richer far in Hay. 


Nor am I fo deform'd to fight, 
If in my Scythe I looked right j 
3n which I fee my Piftuie done, 
As in a crefcent Moon the Sun. 
The deathlefs Fairies take me ofr 
To lead them in their Dances foft: 
And, wheu 1 rune my felf to fing, 
About fiie they contracl their Ring, 

Miscellany Poems. i7< 

How happy might I ftill have mow'd, 
Had not Love here his Tiiillles fow'd I 
But now I all the Day complain. 
Joining my Labour to my Pain j 
And with my Scythe cut down the Grafs, 
Yet ftill my Grief is where it was : 
But, when the Iron bluatcr grows, 
Sighing 1 whet my Scythe and Woes. 

While thus he tlirew his Elbow round, 
Depopulating all the Ground, 
And, with his whiftling Scythe, does cut 
Each ftroke between the tarth and Root, 
The edged Steel by careicls chance 
Did into his own Ankle ghiuce; 
And there among the Grafs fell down, 
By his own Scythe, the Mower mown. 

Alas! faid he, thefe hurts are flight 
To thofe that die. by Love's defpight. 
With Si>epherds-purfe, and Clo.vns-all-heal, 
The Blood I ftanch, and Wound I feal. 
Only for him no Cure is found. 
Whom Jiilia/ia^s Eyes do wound. 
'Tis Death alone that this muft do ; 
Fox Deatli thou art a Mower too. 

A M E T A s and Thestylis ma' 
king i^ay- Ropes. 
By Andrew Marvdl, £/^; 

^ M E T ^ S. 

THlnk'fl tlou that this Love can ftand, 
Whilfi thou ftill doft fay me Nay; 

i8o The Second Part *f 

Love unpaid docs foon disband : 
Love binds Love as Hay binds Hay. 
T H E S T r L 1 S. 
Think'ft thou that this Kopc would twine, 

If we both Ihould turn one way ? 
Where both Parties fo combine, 
Neither Love will twift, nor Hay. 
^ M E T ^ S. 
Thus you vain Excufes find, 

Which your felf and us delay: 
And Love ties a Woman's Mind 
Loofer than with Ropes of Hay. 
T H E S T r L I S, 
What you cannot conftant hope, 
Muft be taken as you may. 

^ M E T ^ S. 
Then let's both lay by our Rope, 
And go kifs within the Hay. 

Some Verses fent hy a Friend to one 
who twice 'ventured his Carcafe in 

THE Husband's the Pilot, the Wife is the Ocean. 
He always in danger, Hie always in motion j 
And he tliat in Wedlock twice hazards his Carcafe, 
Twice ventures the Drowning, and faith that's a 

hard cafe. 
Even at our own Weapons the Females defeat us, 
And Death, only Death can fign om ^InietHs, 
Not to tell you fad Stories of Liberty loft. 
Our Mirth is all pall'd, and our Meafures all croftj 
That Pagan Confinement, that damnable Station, 
Sutes no other State or Degree in the Nation. 
The Levite it keeps from I'arochial Duty, 
For who can at once mind Rcliir'on'aud Beauty- 

Miscellany Poems. i8i 

The Rich it alArms with Expences and Trouble, 
And a poor Beaft, you know, can fcarce carry double. 
'Twas invented they tell you to keep us from falling, 
O the Virtues and Graces of fhrill Caterwawling ! 
How it palls in your Gainj but pray how do you 

know, Sir, 
How often your Neighbour breaks in your Inclofure? 
For this is the principal Comfort of Marriage, 
You muft eatjtho' a hundred have fpit inyourforridge. 
If at Night you'ie unaclive, or fail in performing, 
Enter Thunder and Lightning, and Biood-lhcdnext 

Luft's the Bane of your Shanks, O dear Mr. Horner^ 
This comes of your finning with Crape in a Corner. 
Then to make up the Breach all your Strength you 

muft rally, 
And labour and fweat like a Skve in a Gaily j 
And ftill you muft charge, O blefled Condition ! 
Tho' you know, to your coft, you've no more Am- 
munition : 
Till at laft the poor Tool of a mortified Man 
Is unable to make a poor Flalh in the Pan. 
Fire, Flood, and FeniiJe begin with a Letter, 
But for all the World'. i;ut a Farthing the better. 
Your Flood is foon gOi»c, and your Fire you muft 

If into the Flames Store of Water you tumble j 
But to cure the diimn'd Luft of your Wife's Titil- 

You may uleall the Engins and Pumps in 
As well you may pifs out the laft Con-fla<. 
And thus 1 have fent you myThoughts of the maxter,-j 
You may judge as you plcafe,-! fcorn for to flatter ; > 
1 could fay much more, but here ends the Chapter.'^ 

fes Titil- y 



i^ration. .1 

iSi T^<? Second Part of 

An Epitaph upon a Stumhling-Horfe, 

HERE lyes a Horfe beneath this Stoiie, 
Who living oft hath lain on one: 
A noble fteed, who as he went 
Proclaimed ftill his great Defcent. 
A proudly headed Nag he was, 
And hence it often came to pafs 
That he his Feet not valued, 
13ut ftill ftood much upon his Head. 
He was no War-Horfe, yet he knew 
The Alt to fquat and lye perdeu. 
Yet many a Hoife long train'd in Wars 
Had never half fo many Scars ; 
There's only this fmall difi'erence in't. 
Theirs were of Steel, and his of flint. 
He was no Hunter, nor did care 
To follow Chafe of Fox or Harej 
Yet had this property of Hound, 
He ftill was fmelling on the Ground. 
And tho* Dame Nature did not frame 
Him for a Finder of the Game, 
Yet were it loft, none certainly 
Would fooner ftumble on't than he. 
He was no Placer, as fome Cav, 
Tho' fome conclude the other way. 
And fay for fwiftnefs he might run 
Againft the Horfes of the Sun : 
For though full fwiftDon Phael-Hs be. 
This would be fooner down than he. 
For his Opinion, Critick Wit 
Does very much in guefiing it. 
Some fay he was Confoimift Breed, 
He bow'd fo low : but fome this Steed 
Think may for Nonconforniift go. 
At every thiiTg he ftumbles (o. 
Some think him Presbyter, 'caufe he 
Jiings K^der down to rarity. 

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But fome fay no ; for by this kn;Kk 
He ftill throws JockeY from his Back. 
Some think him Papift, 'caufe Co prouc 
He was to worfliipping of Stone. 
Some think -again, that tripping he 
Confutes Infallibility ; 
But moft allow him, which is worfe. 
No more Religion than a Horfe. 
Well now he's dead, no wonder is't, 
For Mother Earth long fincc he kift 
And what it was. full well did know, 
To turn his Heels up long ago. 
If any to inquire fhall pleafe 
M'hat caus'd his Death, 'twas a Difeafe 
Call'd Lpilepfe by learned Leech, 
But Falling-ficknefs in plain Speech. 
And now good Coroner, fince he hath 
By his own {Tumbling caus'd his Death, 
In King's High-way pray let him reft. 
With this Infcription on his Brcaft. 

Dtfpife me not y^ pajjing Steeds, 
Nor tofs in [corn your lofty Heads : 
What mine is neWi.may be yeitr Lot ^ 
For vjhert^s the Horfe that flnmbUs not ? 
B»t fince my Ciiarity does enioin 
To vj'P) you milder fates than mine ; 
When e'er it is your hap to ftum^fUy 
Oh may you trip., hut never tumble. 

Prologue for Sir John Falftaif, 
ri/tfig JJowIy to foft Muftck. 

SE E Britons, fee one half before your Eyes 
Of the old f4//?jjf labouring to rife, 
Curfc oa thcfe ftraitlac'd Traps and French Machines, 
None but a Gcnic caa afcead thefe Scenes, 

iS4 The Second Part of 

Once more my EngUfb Air I breathe again, 
And fmooth my double Ruff, and double Chin. 
Now let me fee what Beauties gild the Sphere, 
Body O me I the Ladies ftiil are fair ; 
The Boxes fhine, and Galleries are full, 
Such were our Bona %obas at the Bull. 
But Supream Jove^ what wafliy Rogues are here ? 
Are thefe the Sons of Beef and EttgUjh Beer? 
Old Pharaoh never dreamt of Kine fo lean, 
This comes of meagre Soop and four Champaign, 
Degenerate Race ! Let your old Sire advife, ^ 
If you defire to fill the Fair Ones Eyes, > 

Drink unduous Sack, and emulate my Size. ^ 

your half-flown Strains afjpire to humble Blifs, 
And proudly aim no lower than a Kifs, 
Till quite worn out with afting Beaux and Wits, 
You're all fent crawling to the Gravel-Pits : 
Pretending Claps, there languifliing you lye. 
And let the Maids of the Green-ficknefs die. 
The Cafe was other when we rul'd the Roaft, 
We robb'd and ravifii'd, but you Sigh and Toaft, 

But here 1 fee a Side-box better lin'd. 
Where old plump J.^ck^m Miniature I find, 
Tho' they're but Turnfpits of the Maftiff kind. 
Half bred they feem,mark'd with the Mungrei'sCurfc, 
Oons I which among you dares attempt a Purfe J 
If you'd appear my Sons, defend my Caufe, 
And let my Wit and Humour find Applaufe j 
Shew your Difdain thofe naufeous Scenes to tafte, ^ 
Where French Buffoon like Icanefl drefl, p* 
Turns all good Politicks to Farce and Jcft. -^ 

Banifli fuch Apes, and fave the finking Stage j 
Let Mimes and fqueaking Eunuchs fill your Rage^ 
On fuch let your defcending Curfe be try'd, 
Trcfcrve plump J^ick^^ and Uaniih all bclide. 


Ml scELLANY Poems. iSf 

By Andnro Marvell, Efqj 

FIrft was the World as one great Cymbal made, 
Where Jarring Winds to infant Nature plaid. 
All Mulick was a Iblitary Sound, 
To hollow Rocks and murm'ring Fountains bound, 

7«/M/firft made the wilder Notes agrees 
And Juluii tuned Mulick's Jubilee: 
He call'd the Hcchoes from their fullen Cell, 
And built the Organs City, where they dwell. 

Each fought a Confort in that lovely Place j 
And Virgin Trebles wed the manly Bafc. 
From whence the Progeny of Numbers new 
Into harmonious Colonies withdrew. 

Some to the Lute, fome to the Viol went. 
And others chole the Cornet eloquent. 
Thefe praftiling the Wind, and rhofe the Wire, 
To ling Mens Triumphs, or in Heaven's Choir, 

Then Mufick, the Mofaique of the Air, 
Did of hU thefe a folcmn Noife prepare : 
With which fhe gain'd the Empire of the Ear, 
Including all between the Earth and Sphear. 

Viftorious Sounds', yet here your Homage do 
Unto a gentler Conqueror than youi 
Who though he flies the Mulick of his Praifc, 
Would with you Heaven's HallelujiUi's raile. 


i86 T^^ Second Part »/ \ 

the GARDEN, 

By Andrew Mar veil, Eff, 

HOW vainly Men themfelves amaze 
To win the Paim, the Oak, or Bays; 
And their unc^fiant Labours fee 
CrownM from ibiue llngle Herb ot Tree, 
M bofc fi.oit and narrow verged Shade 
Do<s prudently their Toils upbraid j 
While all Flow'rs and all Trees do clofc 
To weave the Garlands of Kepofe. 

Pair Quiet, have 1 found thee here, 
And Innocence thy SiAer dear! 
Miftaken long, 1 fought you then 
In bufie Companies of Men. 
Your facred Plants, if here below, 
Only among the Plants will grow. 
Society is all but rude. 
To this delicious Solitude. 

No white nor red wa5 ever fcen 
So am'rous as this lovely green. 
Fond Lovers, cruel as their Flame, 
Cut in thefe Trees their Miftrefs' Name. 
Little, Alas, they know, or heed. 
How far thefe Beauties hers exceed! 
Fair Trees ! where s'e'er you Barks 1 wound. 
No Name fliall but your own be found. 

What wond'rous Life in this I lead '. 
Ripe Apples drop about my Headj 
The Lufcious Cluftcrs of the Vine 
Upon my Mouth do crufli their Wine; 
The Neftarel, and curious Peach, 
Into my Hands themfelves do reach j 

Miscellany Poems. 1S7 

Stumbling on Melons, as 1 pafs, 
lufnai'd with Flow'rs, I fall on Grafs. 

Here at the Fountain's Aiding foot, 
Or at fome Fruit-tree's molVy Root, 
Carting the Bodies Veft afide, 
My Soul into the Boughs does glide: 
There like a Bird it fits, and fings» 
Then whets and claps its filver Wings j 
And, 'till prcpar'd for longer flight, 
Waves in its Plumcj the various Light. 


Such was that happy Gatdcn-ftate, 
While Man there walk'd without a Mate: 
yvfter a Place fo pure, and fweet, 
What other Help could yet be meet ! 
But 'twas beyond a Mortal's fliare 
To wander folitary there: 
Two Paradifes 'twere in one 
To live in Paradife alone. 


How well the skilful Gardner drew 
Of Flow'rs and Herbs this Dial new I 
Where from above the milder Sun 
Docs through a fragrant Zodiack run j 
And, as it works, th' induftrious Bee 
Computes its time as well as we. 
How could fuch fweet and wholfom Hours 
lie rcckon'd but with Herbs and Flow'rs I 


MUST poor Lovers ftill be wooing, 
Beauties muft they never gain? 
Mud they always be purfuing, 
Never, never, to obtain? 

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Can you glory in our Dying ? 

Bleeding Wounds fhould Pity move j 
Can you glory in denying? 

Yield at laft, and crown our Love. 
Then all the little Gods of Love that r^re nesr us. 
And all the fweet Birds of tuc Grove that can hear us } 
In the Air and on Boughs Ihail attend us around, 
All the Cupids with Rofes fhaU cover the Ground, 
Whil'ft our am'rous Birds chanting, the Eccho's 
IL [rcfoiuid. 

Then with Myrtle Wreaths furrounded, 

Underneath cool Siiades we lye ; 
Both Eye-wounding, both Eye-wounded, 

There both killing, we'll both die. 
Thy bright Eyes ihrdl geiitly fire me, 

Mirth, and Wit, arid Gailantry; 
And thy charming Looks infpire me, 

With new Themes of loetry. 
Then all the little Gods, &c. 


LVctnda by a fecret Art, 
Unknown to all but her ; 
Which fhe has praftis'd on my Heartj 

Has charm'd the Wanderer: 
Enjoyment, which did ufe t'abate 

The vigour of Love's Heat, 
Does now frefh Appetites create. 
The Pleafures to repeat. 
So fares it with the Bird that*s took, 

And into Bondage brought j 
At firft his Prifon how to brook. 
With difficulties taught ; 

MiscELL AN V Poems. 1S9 

But with kind tender Ufagc bred, 

Grows pieas'd with his Abode } 
And with more Dclicates is fed. 

Than c'ei he found abroad, 

A S O N G 

You I love by all that's true, 
More than all things here below j 
With a raflion far more great, 
Then e'er Creature loved yet: 
And yet ftill you cry, forbear, 
Love no more, or love not here. 

Bid the Mifcr leave his Ore, 
Bid the Wretched figh no more ; 
Bid the old be young again, 
Bid the Nun not think of Man: 
S)lvla, this when you can do. 
Bid me then not think of you. 

Love's not a thing of Choice, but Fate, 
That makes me love, that makes you hate: 
6)ivia then do what you will, 
Eafe or cure, torment or kill. 
Be kind or cruel, falfe or true; 
Love I muft, and none but you. 

A DiALOGUF. between Z)^P //■- 
NET and AMINT:aS. 

D ^ P H ^ E r. 

So pale ^mintas do thy Looks appear 
As if thy Doom drew near; 
Whence do thv Sorrows flow? 

190 7]^^ Second Part fl/ 

^ M I N T ^ S. 
From Difcontem, the Plague of POw'r below ; 
I'm weary of this World, and would another know, 
D ^ P H N E r. 
Can this poor World find no Relief, 
To cure thy melancholy Grief, 
Nor tempting Hopes of Happinefs draw near, 
That may contain thy Wiflies here? 

^ M I N T ^ S. 
The World, in all its Pomp and State, 
Is but a Lottery of Fate, 
Where Fortune blindly does beftow 
Favours on him to whom flie ne'er did owej 
Where Fondlings meritlefs as wife. 

Enjoy the Prize, 
And Fate her Equity denies. 

D ^ P H N E r. 
Fortune, a Cheat unto our Hopes, 
Is fent to fteal away the Blefling of Content, 
Depending on our Fraud, renews our Care, 
AikI brings us to Delpairj 
^ M I N T ^ S. 
But few repine at Fate, who happy are. 

D ^ P H N E r. 
Alas poor Swain I thofe whom you daily fee. 
That feem far happier than thee. 
More Troubles undergo, 
In all they think or do. 
And to the World lefs happy are than we. 

^ M I N T ^ S. 
Then to be happy, is to be content. 
D ^ P H N E r. 
'Twas fo by Heaven meant, 

^ M I N T ^ S, 
But I am troubled. 

D ^ P H M E r. 
No, it muft not be, 
ril charm away thy Grief with Harmony, 

Miscellany Poems. 191 

All Trouble muft be banifh'd hence: 

U M I N T ^ S. 
Then Daphnejf try thy Influence. 

C H O \1> S. 
Let Mufick be our Charm, 

To keep the Mind from harm; 
Let helplefs Trouble live alone. 

Let Envy make her moan ; 
Let helplefs Trouble live alone. 
Let Envy, make her moan, 
While all thofe Bledings we purfue. 
Still wait on me and you. 
And fall, and fall, as on our Flocks the Morning Dew. 

7^0 the Lords ajfcmhkd in Council ; 
'The Petition of Tho. Brown, 

Humbly Shewethy 

SHould you order Tom Brawn 
To be Whipt thro' the Town 
For fcurvy Lampoon, 
Tare, Sour hey >iy and Crown, 
Their Pens will lay down. 
E'en Durfey himfelf , and fuch merry Fellows, 
That put their whole truft in Tunes andTrangdillo5 
May hang up themfelves, and their Harps on tliv 
For if Poets are punifh'd for Libelling Trafh, 
Jo.Drydent at fixty, may yet fear the LaHi. 

No Penfion nor Praife, 
All Birch and no Bays; 
Thcfe arc not right ways 
Our Fancies to raife 
To the writing of Plays, 
And Prologues fo witty. 
That jeik at the City ; 

ipz T^^ Second Part of 

And now and then hit 

Some Friend in the Pit, 
^ So hard, iind fo pat, 

Till he hides with his Hat 

His monftrous Crevat. 

The Pulpits alone 

Can never preach down 

The Fops of the Town : 

Then pardon Tom Brown, 

And let him write on. 
But if you had rather convert the poor Sinner, 
His foul railing Mouth maybe flopt with a Dinner, 
Give him Cloths to his Back, fome Meat and much 

Then clap him clofe Prifoner without Pen and Ink. 

ulnd your Petitioner jhall ever pray, &C. 

T'/f?^ Confederates: Or, the 

fir ft Happy Day of the I Hand Princefs. 

YE vile Traducers of the Female Kind, 
Who think the Fair to Cruelty inclin'd. 
Recant your Error, and with Shame confefs. 
Their tender Care of Skipvjith in Diftrefs. 
For now to vindicate this Monarch's Right, 
The Scotch and Emlijb equal Charms unite j 
In folemn Leagues contending Nations join. 
And Britain labours with the vaft Defign; 
An Opera with loud Applaufe is play'd, 
Which fam'd Motteux in foft Heroicks made. 
And all the fworn Confederates refort 
To view the Triumph of their Sov'reigns Court} 
In bright Array the well-train'd Hoft appears, , 
Suprcam Command brave Darentivattr bears. 


Miscellany Poems. 19.3 

And next in Front Geone Howard's Bride docs (hisc, 
The living Honour of that anticiit Line. 
The Wings are led by Chiefs of matchlefs Worth, 
Great H^mttton, the Glory of the North, 
Commands the left; and EnT^Und^s dear Delight, 

The bold F r^r, charges on the Right. 

The Prince to welcome his propitious Friends, 
A Throne erefted on the Srage afcends. 

He faid: Blell Angels for Ends defigu'd, 
The bcft (and fure the faireft) of your Kind, 
How fhall 1 praife, or in what Numbers ling 
Your juft Compafllon of an injur'd King? 
Till you appcar'd, no rrofpe(S: did remain 
My Crown and falling Scepter to maintain. 
No noilie Beaux in all my Realm were found, 
No beauteous Nymphs my empty Boxes crown'd. 
But ftill I faw (O dire Heart-breaking Woe I) 
My own fad Confort in the foremoft Row : 
But this aufpicious Day new Empire gives. 
And if by your Support my Nation lives, 
For you my Bards fhall tune the fweeteft Lays, 
Norton and Hen!y (hall refound your Praife i 
And I, not laft of the Harmonious Train, 
Will give a loofe to my Poetick Vein. 

To him Great'cntvDcUcr thus reply'd : 
Thou mighty Prince in many Dangers try'd. 
Bora to difpute fevere Decrees of Fate, 
The nurfing Father of a fickly State j 
Behold the Pillars of thy lawful Reign, 
Thy Regal Rights we promife to maintain; 
Our brighteit Nymphs Ihall thy Dominions grace 
With all the Beauties of the Highland Race ; 
The Beaux lliall make thee their peculiar Care, 
(For Beaux will always wait upon the Fair) 
For thee kind Bereton and bold Web Ihall tight. 
Lord Scot Avail ogle, and my Spoufc Ihall write : 
Thus Ihall thy Court our EH^U;h Youth cngrofr, 
And all the Scotih from Drummond down to T<^fs, 

V L. 11. K 

194 ^^<? Second Part of 

Now in his Throne the King fecurely fate. 
But O ! this Change alarm'd the Rival State j 
Belides he lately brib'd in Breach of Laws, 
The fair Deferter of her Uncle's Caufe. 
This rouz'd the Monarch of the neighbouring Crown, 
A drowfie Prince, too carelefs of Renown, 
"Yet prompt to Vengeance and untaught to yield* 
Great ScarfdaU challeng'd Sk'pvjith to the Field: 
Whole Shoals of Poets for this Chief declare, 
And Vaffal Players attend him to the War. 
Skipivith with Joy the dreadful Summons took, 
And brought an equal Force : Then Scarfdale fpoke ; 

Thou Bane of Empire, Poeto human Kind, 
"Whom neithe^ Leagues nor Laws of Nations bind. 
For Cares of high Poetick Sway unfit. 
Thou Shame of Learning and Reproach of Wit j 
Reft ore bright Helen to my longing Sight, 
Or now my Signal fliall begin the Fight. 

Hold, faid the Foe, thy warlike Hoft remove. 
Nor let our Bards the Chance of Battel prove j 
Should Death deprive us of their fhining Parts, 
What would become of all the Liberal Arts? 
Should Dennu fall, whofe high M^^eftick Wit 
And awful Judgment like two Tallies fit, 
Adieu ftrong Odes and every lofty Strain, 
The Tragick Rant, and proud Piiadarick Vein. 
Should tuneful Durfey now refign his Breath, 
^he Lyrick Mufe would fcarce furvive his Death : 
But ftiould Divine MottcKx untimely die, 
The gafping Nine would in Convulfions lie. 
For thefe bold Champions fafer Arms provide. 
And let their Pens the doubtful Strife decide. 

The King confents, and urg'd by publick Good, 
Wifely retreats to favc his Peoples Blood, 
The moving Legions leave the dufty Plain, 
And fafe at home Poetick Wats maintain. 

Miscellany Poems. 195 

ji Letter from J. P. to Colonel 
H. occafioti'd by the ColoneVs t-wo 
late Letters. 

O Harry, canft thou find no Subjeft fit, 
But thy beft Friend, to exercife thy Wit j 
No Order but the Toaft to ridicule ? 
Why with things facred doft thou play the Fool? 
Sidiy conderan'd (the Poets common Curfc) 
Still to be writing, and ftill writing worfe. 
Thy firft Efiay was with fome Fancy fir'd, 
Thy laft was by fome Cnibjlreet Mufe infpir'dj 
So harfh the Numbers, Raillery fo grofs, 
Sure 'twas tranflated out of Scotih by T{ofs. 
Is this thy Gratitude for all the Wine 
The Knights beftow'd, who never tafted thine ? 
And doft thou thus our Myfteries di(cIofe, 
And in rude Rhime our Prefident expofe? 
How oft haft thou with awful Silence heard 
Tiie midniglit Lectures of that Reverend Bard, 
When with his Glafs in Hand he doth unfold 
What Faith the Priefts of all Religions hold ; 
What old Socmus, and MoUnos teach, 
And wh:it the modern PhiUdd^lnans preach; 
What nice Remarks each different Tongue aflfordSj 
And curious Etymologies of Words ? 
Then he goes on to fearch Decrees of Fate, 
And give ftrong Proofs about a future State : 
Not old SiUnus fo divinely fpoke 
Of hidden Truths in Viriil's facred Book, 
When with a load of Wine and Knowledge fiaughty 
The drunken God the liftning Satyrs taught j 
And doft thou thus his Care and Pains requite, 
To make thee learned in thy own Dcfpitc ? 
Hard Fate of Greatnefs I tho' a Man fliould be 
As wife AS yyifhlyi or refin'd like thee, 
K i 

ig6 The Second Part of 

Like Fletcher fliould for E>j*ta!jd^s Glory toil, 
And plot as deep as M)nmo!*th, or as M^yU^ 

Yet Barter, B y, and fuch Wits as thofe, 

Would find out fomething in him to expofe. 

Thrice happy "B , who alike does prove 

Succefsful in Affairs of State and Love } 
Grave as Sir Harry in a Council- Chair, 
"Yet fmart as Archer to engage the Fair. 
Such are his Mien, his Perfon, and his Parts, 
He feems by Nature form'd to gain their Hearts; 
And fuch his Prudence to protect their Fame, 
Safe are his Darts, and innocent his Flame; 
Kone e'er for hmi piovok'd her Husband's Rage, 
Nor flood recorded yet in Wxlker^s Page. 
The Jealous truft him with their Wives alone. 
Who guards them from all Arrows but his own. 
Bold to attack, yet skilful to defend, 
He plays at 03ice the Lover and the Friend j 
But he's a Theam too lofty for thy Pitch, 
Aim not at things that are above thy reach. 
Mildmay feems fitting for a Stile like thine. 
And William Pa-wtet in thy Works would (hinc ;. 
Lord %atclijf's Poems might thy Satyr fit. 
But what hafl thou to do with Men of Wit ? 
Refign the Task to fome fublimer Mufe, 

To tell what Beauties Btirl n puifues, 

What powerful Charms did ^nglefea recal, 
And who now warms the Heart of gentle Maitle% 
What lovely Youth Boyle fondly doth caref?. 
Or ftrowling Pmik^ does brawny Granvile blcfs ; 
What new Swivante Munvjarhig will clap. 
And who by Wnljh is deflin'd to a Rape ; 
How Therrotd flill for MAZ.areen doth burn. 
And Lady Mary does lofl Kjng/lon mourn. 
Well it becomes wile Wttliam^s rightful Heir 
To fix his ferious Inclinations there.' 
Where folid Piudence the fit Choice commends. 
And from the Mother Chaftity defccnds. 

Miscellany Poems. 197 

But groundlefs Fears oblig'd him to defifl-, 
And no bold Man will venture ro be bleft, 
Till Heaven provides, the Family to grace. 
Some daring Hero of the Regal Race, 

But thefe areSubje^f^s that furpafs riiy Rhimcs, 
Dray thou the Fops or Husbands of the Times j 
Or if to charge the Fair thy Fancy moves, 
Write Popharns Life, or Madam Griffin's Loves. 
One Labour too to 'J{Aneligh is due, 
Mho with falfe Beauty docs deface the true i 
And may arrive with Diligence and Caie 
In time to rival Darivenfjunler's Heir. 
Oil fuch as thefe thy Doggrel Numbers try. 
And fre/h ^Memoirs Lord Edward will fupply. 
But all whofe Beauty and whofe Virtue ftiine, 
Should be protefted from fuch Pens as thine: 
Fiom them, dear Harry, modeftly abftain. 
Nor ever more immortal Charms profane. 
,More I could fay, but Bufinefs muft not wait. 
And I to day muft open a Debate. 
If after all the Criricks tell us right, -. 

Who fay Tome other did thofe Rhimes indite, ^ 
And fet thy Name to what thou didft not write j > 
Then pardon this Impertinence in me, 
\\'ho am thy moft aiTured Friend J. F. 

Cure for Green Sicknefs^ 1702. 

As fair OllrJ.A Hit beneath a fhady Tree, 
Much Love I did proffer ro her, and Ihe the like 
to me •, 
But when I kifs'd her lovely Lips, and pref^'d her 
to be kind, [are Wind. 

She cry'd O no, but I remember, Womens words 
I hug'd her till her Breath grew fl\ort, then farther 
did intrude, [^as rude. 

She fciatch'd andftruggl'd modcflly, and told me I 
K 3 

ipS The Second Part of 

I beg'd her Pardon twenty times, and fomc Concern 
did feign, [again. 

But like a bold prefumptuous Sinner did the fame 

At laft 1 did by Dalliance raife the pretty Nymph*s 

Our Inclinations equal were, and mutual was our Fire. 

Then in the height of Joy fhe cry'd, O I'm undone I 
fear, [quite, my Dear. 

O kill me, ftick me j flick me, kill me j kill mc 

On the Lord Lovelace V coming 
to Oxford from Glocefter Goal in 
December, 1688. 

A Late Expedition to Oxford was made 
By a Protcftant Peer and his Brother o'th* Blade, 
Who in Triumph his Lordfhip from Glocefter convey'd. 
Which no body can deny. 
Had you feen all hisMyrmif^ons when they came to us, 
Equiptin their thred-bare grcyCoats and highShooes, 
You'd have fworn not the Goal, but all Hell was broke 
loofe. Which, irc> 

In rank and in file there rode many a Man, 
Some march'd in the Rear, and fome in the Van, 
And for want of their Hats they had Head-pieces on. 

Which, &c. 
Tho* Arms were not plenty, yet armed they come 
With ftout oaken Plants and Crabtree Sticks fome. 
To cudgel the Pope and the bald Pates o(T{omey 

Which, &c. 
Some had two able Legs, but never a Boot, 
And on their Tits mounted they flood floutly to't, 
But fortheNameof a Hoife they'd as good went on 
foot. Which, &c. 

Miscellany Poems. 199 

In all thcfe gay Troops, 'mongft twenty fcarce one ■ 
Had Halbeit or PiftoL Sword, Carbine or Gun ; 
A Sign they did mean no great harm fhould be done. 

Which, 6~'. 
One Horfe wore a Halter among all the reft, 
Nor had the dull Wight half the Scnfe of his Bcaft, 
And he of the two did deferve the Rope beft. 

Which, ^-c-. 
Here were many Gallants, I warrant you that 
Had Ribbons of Orange and Seamans Cravat, 
The Dcfed of their Arms was made up in State, 

Which, &c. 

Here Mordant and G on their pamper'd Steeds 


D "Brab- — , G next, and J. Willis advance, 

Who phyz'd at the\\idX can'd him in FrdHcf. 

Which, &c, 
In this Cavalcade, for the Grace of the Matter, 
Lord Lovelace lode firft, and the nextfollow'd after. 
They gallopt up Town firft, and then down to Water, 

Which, ire, 


The Mayor and his Brethren in courteous Fafliion, 
Bid him welcome to Town in a fine pcn'd Oration, 
And thank'd him for taking fuch Care of the Nation, 

Which, (;-c, 
His Honour the next day in Courtfhip exceeding, 
Rctum'd a fmart Speech to flicw them his Breeding, 
Wliich when 'tis in print will be well worth the read- 
ing, Which, &c, 

K 4 

2G0 The Second Part of 

Having thus fiir proceeded to fecure the Town, 
The Guards were ftrait fet, and the Bridges beat down. 
And tho' no greatCouiage, yet his Conduct was fliown. 

Which, &€. 
Next Night's Alarum our Warriors furprife, 
Drums beat, Trumpets found, and at Midnight all rife 
To fight the King's Army that came in difguife. 

Which, &c, 
The Cits were ftrait armed, expert Men and able. 
With Prongs and with Coal-ftafFs march'd next 

whooping Rabble, 
In as great a Confufion as ever was BaLely 

Which, &c^ 
In the midft of the Mob two fat Draymen appear. 
To guard Mr. Enfign a huge nafty Tar, 
Who flourilh'd a Blanket for Colours of War, 

Which, er^. 
Since England was England^ no People e'er fcarce 
So pleafantly burlefqu'd the angry God Many 
Or of Affairs watlike e'er made fuch a Farce, 

Which, &f. 
At the foot of the Colours blith Crendon did go, 
Who play'd a new Tune you very well know. 
His Bagpipes fqueak'd nothing but Lero, Leroy 

Which, tc, 
And had the Dear Joys now but come in the nick, 
1 fancy they had Ihown them a flippery Trick, 
And march'd more nimbly without their Mufick, 

Which no Body can deny. 

M I S C E L L A N V PO E M S. 201 


SLecp, ^ilnn^ flcep, and take thy Reft, . 
Let no fad Thoughts poilefs thy Breaft; 
But when thou wak'ft, look up and fee 
What thy Creator hath done for thee: 
A Creature from tl;y Side is ta'en, 
Who 'till thou wake, Hie wants a Namcj 
Flelli ofthyFlelh, Bone of thy Bone, 
A Mate moft fit for thee alone. 
Wake, ^Addrn^ wake, to embrace thy Bride, 
Who is newly rifen from thy Side; 
But in the midft of thy Delights, beware. 
Left her Enticements prove thy Snare. 


FAIN would I, Chhris, e'er I die, 
Bequeath you fuch a Legacy, 
That you might fay when I am gone, 
None hath the like: My Heart alone 
Were the beft Gift I could beftow. 
But that's already yours, you know. 
So that 'till you my Heart relign. 
Or fill with yours the Place of mine, 
And by that Grace my Store renew, 
1 fliall have nought worth giving you; 
WlHjfc Breaft has all the Wealth I have, 
Save a faint Carcafe and a Grave : 
lut had 1 as many Hearts as Hairs, 
As many Lives as Love has Fears, 
As many Lives as Years have Hours, 
They fliould be vill and only yours. 

202 The Second Part of 

H E R o V .Complaint to L e a n D e r» 

No R com'ft thou yet, myflothful Level noryet 
Leander \ Oh my Leander I can'ft thou forget 
Thy Hero} Leander, why doft thou ftay. 
Who holds thee? Cruel! what hath begot delay? 
Too foou alas I the Rofey-iinger'd Morn 
Will chafe the daikfome Night. Ah me ! 1 burn 
And die in this my languifliing Defire. 
See ". fee I the Taper waftes in his own Fire, 
Like me ; and will be fpent before thou come. 
Make hafte then my Leander, prethee come. 
Behold the Winds and Seas, deaf and cnrag'd. 
My Imprecations have in part aflwag'd ; 
Their Fury's paft; but thou more deaf than they,^ 
More mcrcilcfs, torment'ft me with delay. 
If far from hence, upon thy Native Shoar, 
Such high Delight thou tak'ft, whydidft thou more 
Incite my hot Defires with faithlefs Lines, 
Flatt'ring me with Promife, that when the Winds 
Became lefs high, and Shores had fomcRcpofc, 
If I did but the friendly Torch expofe 
To be thy Guide, thou would'ft not fail to come ? 
The Shores have Peace, the Winds and Seas are dumb. 
Thy Hero here attends thee, and the Light 
Invades the Horror of the fable Night j 
Come quickly then, and in thefe Arms appear. 
That have been oft thy chiefcft Calm, thy Sphear. 
Wretch that 1 am I 'tis fo, you Gods ! 'tis fo I 
Whilft here 1 vent to Heav'n and Seas my Woe, 
He at ^ibydos in a newer Flame 
Forgets that e'er he heard poor Heroes Name. 
Ah 1 lighter than Bloflbms, or the fleeting Air 
That fheds them ; How ! O how CA.n^^ thou repair 
Thy broken Faith ! Is this the dear Refpeft 
Thou bcai'fl to Oath» and Vows, thus to negle^ 

Miscellany Poems. 103 

Both Cytherca and her Nun ! Is this 
Th' inviolable Band of Hy?ae>t : This 
That knot, before the facred Altar made 
Of Sea-born V'euHs\ Heav'ns lend your Aid, 
And arm your lelves in Thunder I Oh 1 but ftay. 
What vain Fear tranfports thee, Heroy away 
"With jealous Fury? Leander^s thine, thou his; 
And the poor Youth at home lamenting is 
The wary Eyes of his old Parents 5 now 
Steals from them apace unto the Shoar, now 
With hafty hand doth fling his Robes from him^ 
And even now bold Boy attempts to fwim, 
Parting the fwelling Waves with Iv'ry Arms, 
Born up alone by Love's all-powerful Charms, 
You gentler peaceful Winds, if ever Love 
Had Pow'r in you, if ever you did prove 
Leaft fpark of Cupid^s Flame, for pity's fake 
With foftet Gales more fmooth and ealle make 
The troubled Flood unto my Soul's Delight. 
You Show'rsjyou Storms and Tempefts black as Ni^t, 
Retire your Fury, 'till my Love appear. 
And blefs thefe Shoars in fafcty, and There 
Within thcfe Arms enfold my only Treafure j 
Then all in Rage and Horror fend at Plcafurc 
The frothy Billows high as Heaven, that he 
May here be ever forc'd to dwell with me. 
But harkl O wonderl what fudder. Storm is this? 
Seas menace Hcav'n, and the Winds do hifs. 
In fcorn of this my juft Requcft. Retire, 
Retire, my too too vent'rous Love, retire. 
Tempt not the angry Seas. Ah me I ah rac I 
The Light, the Light's blown out I O Gods I O deadly 
Night I Xeptune, ^y£olns,' ye pow'rful Deities, 
Spare, O fpare my Jewel 1 pity the Cries 
And Tears of wretched Hero / 'Tis LcAnder 
Trnfts you with his Love and Life, fair Lcjinder, 
Beauty of thefe Shoars. See ! fee the badiful Moin> 
For foriow of my fad Laments, hatli turn 

204 The Second Part of 

Through cloudy Night a pafTage to my Aid, 
And h-eic beneath amidft the horrid Shade, 
By her faint Light, loniething methinks 1 fee 
Refeftibling my Soul's Joy. Woe's me ! 'tis he I 
Drown'd by th' impetuous Flood. O difmal Hour ! 
Curft be thefe Seas, thefe Shoars, this Light, this 
In fpite of Fates, dear Love, to thee I come, [Tow'r I 
Leander's Bolbm (hall be Hero's Tomb. 



WHat art thou Love ? whence arc thofe Charms, 
That thus thou bear'ft an univerfal Rule J 
For thee the Soldier quits his Arms, 
The King turns Slave, the Wifeman Fool. 
III vain we chafe thee from the Field, 

And with cool Thoughts relift rhy Yoke j 
Next Tide of Blood, alas ! we yield, 
Aiid all thofe high Refolves are broke, 


Can wc e*er hope thou fhould'ft be true. 

Whom we have found fo often bafe ? 
Cozen' d and cheated, ft ill we view 

And fawn upon the treacherous Face, 
In vain our Nature we accufe, 

And doat becaufe Ihe fays we muft. 
This for a Brute were an Excufe, 

Whofc very Soul and Life is Luft, 
To get ourLikcnefs, what is that? 

Our Likenefs is but Mifery : 
■^Vhy (hould I toil to propagate 

Anothci thing as yile as I ? 

Miscellany Poems. 20f 

From Hands divine our Spirits came. 

And Gods tiiiit made us did infpiie 
Something more noble in our Frame, 

Above the Dregs of earthly fire. 


Would you know how we meet o'er our jolfy 
full Bowls? 
K% wc mingle our Liquors, we mingle out Souls; 
The Sweet melts the Sharpjthe Kind Tooths the Strong, 
And nothing but Friendlliip grows all the Nightlong: 
Ve drink, laugh, and celebrate ev'ry Defire, 
Love only remains, our unquenchable Fire. 

On Mr. M I L T o nV Paradife Lofi, 

By Andrew Marvell, Efy, 
Hen I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, 


Mejfmh Crown'd, God's reconcil'd Decree, 
Rebelling Angels, the forbidden Tree, 
Heav'n, Hell, Earth, Chaos, All ; the Argument 
Held me a while mif-doubting his Intent, 
That he would ruin (for 1 law hira ilrong) 
The facred Truths to Fable and old Song, 
(So Sampjo.. groap'd the Temple's Pofts in fpight) 
The World o'er.vhelming to revenge his Sight. 

Yet as I read, foon growing Icfs fevere, 
1 lik'd his Projedt, the Succefs did fear 5 
Through that wide rie'/dhowhe hisway Ihould Hwd,] 
O'er which lame Faith leads Undeiftanding blind > 
Lel^ he perplcxt the things he would explain, 
And what was caHc he ihould lendei vain. 

20/S 7he Second PARxof 

Oi if a Work fo infinite he fpann'd , 
Jealous I was, that fome lefs skilful Hand 
(Such as difquiet always what is well, 
And by ill imitating would excel) 
Might hence prefume the whole Creation's day 
To change in Scenes, and fhow it in a Play. 

Pardon me, mighty Poet, nor defpife 
My caufelefs, yet not impious, Surmife. 
But 1 am now convinc'd, and none will dare 
Within thy Labours to pretend a Share. 
Thou haft not mifs'd one Thought that could bc fit. 
And all that was improper doft omit : 
So that no room is here for Writers \t£u 
But to deteiSt their Ignorance or Theft. 

That Majefty which through thy Work doth reign 
Draws the Devout, deterring the Profane. 
And things divine thou treat'ft of in fuch ftatc 
As them preferves, and thee, inviolate. 
At once Delight and Horror on us feize, 
Thoufing'ft with fo much Gravity and Eafe) 
And above humane flight doft foar aloft, 
With Plume fo ftrong, fo equal, and fo foft. 
The Bird nam'd from that Paradife you ling 
So never flags, but always keeps on Wing. 

Where couldft thou Words of fuch a conipafs find? 
Whence furnifh fuch a vaft expence of Mind ? 
Juft Heav'n thee, like Tlrefias, to requite, 
Rewards with Prophefie thy lofs of Sight. 

Well mightft thou fcorn thy Readers to allure 
With tinkling Rhime, of thy own Senfe fecurej 
While the Town-Bays writes all the while and fpell5> 
And like a Packhorfe tires without his Bells. 
Their Fancies like our bulhy Points appear, 
The Poets tag them j we for fafliion wear. 
I too tranfported by the Mode offend, 
And while I meant to Praife thee, muft commend. 
Thy Verfe created like thy Theme fublime, 
In Number, Weight, and Meallire, needs not Rhime, 

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Senec. Tragoed. exThyefle Chor. 2. 

Stet quicunque lolet pot em 
AuU culmine lubrico, Sec. 

Tranjlated by Andrew MarvcU, £/^; 

CLimb at Court for me that will - 

Tottering Favoui's Pinnacle 3 C 

All I feek is to lye ftill. J 

Settled in fome fecret Neft 
In calm Leifure let me reft j 
And far oflf the publick Stage 
Pafs away my filent Age, 
Thus when without noife, unknown, 

I have liv'd out all my Span, 
1 (hall die without a Groan, 

An old honeft Country-man. 
Who expos'd to others Eyes, 
Into his own Heart never pries, 
Death to him's a ftrange Surprise. 



TA)^,Sir(ph9fi^ no more of what's honeft and juft. 
For Friendfhip is Int'reft, and Love is but Luft j 
To the Purfe and no farther the one does extend; 
And after Enjoyment your Love's at an end. 
Then no longer maintain what your Aftioiis deny. 
Tour oft-broken Vows your Affertions belye : 
When 1 once fee your Words with your Aftions agree, 
I'll believe you the Man that you now feem to be. 
That you once h.ivc deceiv'dmc 1 do not complain. 
But 'tis my own Fault if you cheat mc again 5 
For none will the Fate of that Pilot deplore. 
Who wrecks on that Shelf where he ftratidcd befoie. 

2c8 Voe Second Part of 

A Prologue defign'd for T A- 
M E R L A N E, but neveT /poke. 

Writtten by Br. G :b. 

TO Day a mighty Hero comes to warm 
Your curdling Blood, and bid you, Britain' ^ arnn 
To Valour much he owes, to Virtue more 5 
He fights to fave, and conquers to reftore. 
He ftrains no Texts, nor makes Dragoon sperCvade 3 
He likes Religion, but he hates the Trade. 
Born for Mankind, they by his Labours live 5 
Their Property is his Prerogative. 
His Sword deft toys lefs than his Mercy faves, 
And none, except his Paflions, are his Slaves, 
Such, Britams, is the Prince that you poiTefs, 
In Council gieateft, and in Camps no lefs: 
Brave, but not Cruel 3 Wife without Deceit j 
Born for an Age curs'd with a Bajaz^et, 
But you, difdaining to be too fecure. 
Ask his Proteftion, and yet grudge his Power, 
"With you a Monarch's Right is in difpute j 
V/ho gives Supplies, are only Abfolute. 
Britain^ for Ihame your faftious Feuds decline. 
Too long you've labour'd for the Bourbon Line ; 
Alfert loft Rights, an ^liflrian Prince alone 
Is born to nod upon a Spanip^ Throne. 
A Caufe no lefs could on Great Eugene call. 
Steep ^//;/«tf Rocks require an Hannibal: 
He Ihows you your loft Honour to retrieve; 
Our Troops will fight, when once the Senate givc^ 
Quit your Cabals and Factions, and in fpite 
Of Whig and Tory in this Caufe unitr 
One Vot" will then fend ^njoi* back to France, 
There let the Meteor end his airy Dance: 
Elfe to the Mantuan Soil he may repair, 
(E'en abdicated Gods were Lati^m^s Care) 
At woift, he'il find fomc Comi/h Boiuu^h here. 

Miscellany Poems. 2.C9 

On the Connie fs of D r Miftrefs 

to King J — - II. 1680. 

By the E.irl of D- 

TE L L me Dermida, why fo gay, 
Why fuch Embroidery, Fringe, and Lace? 
Can any Drefles find a way 
To ftop th' Approaches of Decay, 
And mend a ruin*d Face? 
Wilt thou ftill fparkle in the Box, 

And ogle in the Ring? 
Canft thou forget the Age and Pox ? 
Can all that rtiines on Shells and Rocks 
Make thee a fine young thing ? 
So have I feen in Larder dark 

Of Veal a lucid Loin, 
Repleat with many a hcllilh Spark, 
As wife Philofophers remark. 
At once both ftink and Hiine, 

The Golden Age Reftor'd. j4 Poem 
in Imitation of the fourth Pajioral of 
Virgil ; fuppos^d to have been taken from 
a Sibylline Prophecy. 

-Paulo Majora canamus. 

Sicilian Mttfe, begin a loftier Flighty 
Not all in Trees and loivly Shrubs delight : 
Or if your T{ural Shades yon Jlill purfuey 
Mi'.ke yoHT Shades fit for able Statefmens View, 

irio The Second Part of 

The time is come, by antient Bards foretold, 
Rcftoring the Saturnian Age of Gold: 
The Vile, Degenerate, Whiggifli Off-fpring ends, 
A High-Church Progeny from Heaven defcends. 

O learned Oxfordy fpare no facred Pains [reigns. 
To nurfe the glorious Breed, now thy own B—ley 

And thou Great S /, darling of this Land, 

Do'ft foremoft in that fam'd Commiffion ftand; 
"Whofe deep Remarks the lift'ning World admires. 
By whofe aufpiclous Care old T{a — gh expires. 
Your mighty Genius no ftri£t Rules can bind j 
You punilh Men for Crimes, which you want time to 

Senates fhall now like Holy Synods be, [find. 

And Holy Synods Senate-like agree. 
M- — th and M- — « here inftruft the Youth, 
There B—kj and Kim—ly maintain the facred Truth. 
P — is and H—Un here with equal Claim, 
Thro' wide Weji-Saxen Realms extend their Fame } 
There B — ch and H—per Right Divine convey, 
Nor treat their Bifliops in a human Way. 

Now all our Fafkions, ail our Pears fliall ceafc. 
And Tories rule the promis'd Land in Peace. 
Malice (hall die, and noxious Poifons fail, [rail : 

H y Ihall ceafe to trick, and S ur ceafc to 

The Lambs (hall with the Lions walk unhurt. 

And H X with H — meet civilly at Court. 

Viceroys, like Providence, with diftant Care, 
Shall govern Kingdoms where they ne'er appear, 
Pacifick Admirals, to fave the Fleet, 
Shall fly from Conqueft, and Ihall Conqueft meet: 
, Commanders fliall be prais'd at William's Coft,' 
And Honour be retriev'd before 'tis loft. 
Br'--ton and 'Bur—by the Court fhall grace. 
And H-— fhall not difdain to Ihare a Place. 
Forgotten MoUneux and Mafon now 

Revive and fhine again in F and H—. 

But as they ftronger grow and mend their Strain, 
By cheicc Examples of King ChArici's Reign j 

Miscellany Poem s. 211 

Bold Bel-'-fis and Patriot Da—nant then, 
One fhall employ the Sword, and one the Pen: 
Troops fliall be led to plunder, not to fight, y 

The Tool of Faftion fliall to Peace invite, [unite. 9 
And Foes to Union be imploy'd the Kingdoms to -^ 

Yet ftill fome Whigs among the Peers aie founds 
Like Brambles flourifhing in barren Ground, 
Som—rs malicioufly imploys his Care 
To make the Lords the Legiflature (hare. 
Btt—t declares how Fretuh Dragooning rofe. 
And Bifhops Pcrfecuting Bills oppofe : 
Till T^ — r's cool Temper Ihall be fir'd, [mir'd. 
And N—th's and Not — w's ftiong Reas'ningG be ad- 

But when due Time their Counfels Ihall mature. 
And frefh Removes have made the Game fecuie j 

"When Som et and Dev—ire give Place 

To Windham's B — d, and to T{^ — d^s Grace, 

Both Converts great j when Juftice is refin'd, 

And Corporations garbled to their Mind, 

Then Paflive Dodrines (hall with Glory rife. 

Before them hated Moderation flies, 

And Antichriftian Toleration dies. 

Gr—iie fliall feize the long expefted Chair, 

Co — in to fome Country-Seat repair j 

P — f^; from all Employments be debar'd, [Reward. 

And Mar—gh for autient Crimes receive his juft 

Framty that this happy Change fo wifely has begun. 
Shall blefs the great Defign, and bid it fmoothly run. 

Come on, young J 's Friends, this is the Time, 

come on ; 
Rccrire juft Honours, and furround the Throne. 
Boldly your Loyal Principles maintain, 
H—s now rules the State, and X — the Main. 
,Cr — es is at hand the Members to reward. 

And Troops are trufted to your own G> rd. 

The faithful Clubs aflfemble at the Vine, 
And French Intrigues are broach'd o'er Engli/JjVfiae, 
Freely the S — tc the Dcfign proclaims, 
Affronting lV—-w, and applauding "J—es, 

an The Second Part of 

Good anticnt Members with a folemn Face, 
Propofe that Srifecy give to Order place j 
And what tiic . dare not openly difluade. 
Is by Expedients ineffeftual made. 
E'en F — chzAd Mti—vty whom the Court carets. 
Exalt its Prrifes, but its Power deprefs; 
And that Iripartial Juftice may be feen, 
Conti-m to i^riends what they refus'd the Queen. 
Bifliops who moft advanced Good 7^— *s Caufe 
In Church and State, now reap deferv'd Applaufe : 
While tbo'e who rather made the Tow*r their Choice, 
Are ftil'd Unchriftian by the Nation's Voice. 
Avow'dly now St. David's Caufe thy own. 
And J — ej's Votes for Simony atone. 
Archbifliop K^-n Ihall from LongUat be drawn. 
While firm Nonjurors from behind ftand crowding 
for the Lawn. 

And thou, great W- th^ to reward thy Charge, 

Shalt fail to Lambeth in his Grace's Barge. 

See by bafe Rebels J — es the Juft betray'd. 
See his Three Realms by vile U — rs fway'dj 
Then fee with Joy his lawful H— reftor'd, 
And erring Nations own their injur'd L'^— -. 

O would kind Heaven fo long my Life maintain, 
Infpiring Raptures worthy fuch a Reign I 
Not Thracian St. J — ns ihouldwith me contend. 
Nor my fwect Lays harmonious Hp.—nd mend : 
Not tho' young Davenant St. J — jts fliould prote(5l:. 
Or thertirewdDodorHrt — ncfs Lines correct. 
Nay fhould Tr—am in St. Maws compare his Songs 
to mine i [refign. 

Tr — am, tho' St. Mavjs were Judge, his Laurel fliould 

Prepare, Aufpicious Youth, thy Friends to meet j 

Sir G already has prepar'd the Fleet. 

Should Rival Neptune (who with envious Mind 
In times of Danger ftill this Chief confin'd) 
Now fend the Gout, the Hero to difgrace, 
Hoaeft G— Ch- — may fupply his Place. 

Miscellany Poems. 213 
A SONG by Sir George Ethridge. 


CEafe, anxious World, your fiuitlefs Tain, 
To grafp forbidden Storey 
Your ftudy'd Labours lliall prove vain, 

Your Alchymy unblcft ; 
Whilft Seeds of flir more precious Ore 
Are ripen' d in my Breaft : 
My Breaft, the Forge of happier LovCj 

Where my Lmind.i lives; 
And the rich Stock does fo improve, 

As flic her Art employs ; 
That ev'ry Smile and Touch (he gives> 
Turns all to Golden Joys. 


Since tlien wc can fuch Treafures raife. 

Let's no Expence lefuTe ; 
In Love let's lay out all out Daysj 

How can we e'er be Poor, 
When ev'ry Bleffing that we ufe 

Begets a thoufand more J 

A SONG hy Sir George Ethridge. 

IN fome kind Dream upon her. Slumber, fteal, 
And to Ln.iiich, all 1 beg, reveal; 
Breath geutlcft Words into her Ears, -^ 

Words full of Love, but full of Fears ; C 

Such Words as may prevail, like Pray'rs ^ 

From a Poor dying Martyr's Tongue, 
By the fweet Voice of Pity fung. 
Touch with the Voice the more inchanting Lute, 
To make the Charms ftiikc all Repulfcs mwte : 

214 l^he Second Part ef 

Thefc may infenfibly impart. 

My tender Wiflies to her Heart, 

And by a Sympathetick Force, 

So tune its Strings to Love's Difcourle ; 

That when my Griefs compel a Groan, 

Her Sighs may Eccho to my Moan. 

A SONG hy Mr, John How. 

How can they tafte of Joys or Grief, 
Who Beauty's Pow'r did never prow ? 
Love's all our Torment, our Relief, 
Our Fate depends alone on Love : 
Were I in heavy Chains confin'd, 

Neara*s Smiles would eafe that State ; 
Nor Wealth, nor Pow'r, could blefs my Mind, 
Curs' d by her Abfence, or her Hate. 


of all the rlants.which fliade the Field, 

The fragrant Myrtle does furpafsj 
No Flow'r fo gay, that does not yield 

To blooming Rofes gaudy Drefs. 
No Star fo bright that can be feen. 

When Phcebus Glories gild the Skies ; 
No Nymph fo proud adorns the Green, 

But yields to fair Neara*s Eyes. 
The Amorous Swains no Off' rings bring. 

To CHpi£s Altar as before j 
To her they play, to her rhey ling. 

And own in Love no other Pow'r, 
If thou thy Empire wilt regain. 

On thy Conqu'ror try thy Dart i 
Touch with Pity for my Pain 

Nearas cold difdainful Heart. 

Miscellany Poems. 21 j- 
Part of Virgil's IVth Georgick, 

By A/r. C R E E C H. 

Ariftacus, having IcJI his Bees, goes by his Mother's 
Direction to Proteus to know why the Gods hud 
fent this TUgue ; Proteus tells him they fent it t9 
revenge the Injury he had done Orpheus, tn being 
the Caufe of his BriJe's Death, and fo goes on 
viih the Story of his FaJJion. 

NO W fcorching Shius burnt the thirfty MoorSj 
And Seas contrafted left their naked Shores j 
The Earth lay chop'd, no Spring fupply'd his Flood, 
And mid-day Rays boil'd up the Streams to Mud : 
When Proteus coming to his ufual Cave, 
The Sea-Calf following fpouts the brackilTi Wave: 
Spread o'er the Sand the fcatter'd Monfters lay. 
He (like a Shepherd at the clofe of day, 
When Heifers feck their Stalls, and round a Rock -* 
The bleating Lambs the hungry Wolves provoke) > 
Sirs mid'ft the Beach, and counts the fcaly Flock. J 
Scarce was he laid, fcarce Sleep had feal'd his Eyes, 
When ^n/i^us, eager to furprife, 
Invades and binds him : Strait he ftatts and roars. 
And with fhrill Noifes fills the ecchoing Shoars : 
He flies to his old Arts, and rtrives to 'I'cape 
By frequent Change, and varying of his Shape: 
All monftrous Forms put on, he would appear 
A Flame, a Flood, a Lion, or a Tiear: 
When nought avail'd, he turn'd himfelf again ; 
And thus fpoke with the Accent of a Alan: 
By whofe Advice haft thou fo ralhly preft. 
Bold Youth, on me? And what do'ft thou requeft ? 
You know, great God, you know, the Swain reply'd, 
Foi who can cheat you? who his Wants can hide J 

1x6 . The Second Part of 

But ftrive to change no more : I humbly come, 
And by the Gods commands, to know my Doom: 
For what I'm punifli'd, whence thcfe Plagues arofe. 
And by what means I may retrieve my Lofs: 
This faid, the angry God with fury Ihook, -y 

His Eyes (hot flame, and horror chang'd his Look, > 
He gnafli'd his Teeth, and thus at laft he fpoke. ^ 

No common Gods, no common Gods purfue. 
Thou fufFer'ft what to thy great Crimes is due ; 
At wretched Orpheus fuit thefe Plagues commence, 
Tho' (Fate being kind) too fmall for thy Offence. 
To Heaven's ftrift Juftice he his Wrongs apply'd. 
And call'd down Vengeance for his perifh'd Bride : 
She, while (he fled from thee, unhappy Maid, 
By heedlefs Fear to treacherous Banks betray'd. 
Ne'er faw the Snake glide o'er thegraflie Ground, 
But e'erfhe knew the Foe, (he felt the Wound: 
Her fellow Dryads fiU'd the Hills with cries, 
In Groans the foften'd '^hodope replies j 
Rough Thracej the Getes, and Hebrtts ft reams lament, 
Forget their Fury, and in Grief confent: 
While he to doleful tunes his Strings does move. 
And ftrove to folace his uneafie Love : 
Thee, thee, dear Bride, on defart (lioars alone 
He mourn'd at rifing, and at fetting Sun : 
His reftlefs Love did natural Fears expel. 
He dar'd to enter the black Jaws of Hell, 
He faw the Grove, where gloomy horrors ipfead. 
The Ghofts and ghaftly Tyrant of the dead ; 
With thofe rough Pow'rs, that there feverely reign, 
Unus'dto pity, when poor Men complain : 

He ftrook his Harp, and ftrait a numerous Throng 
Of airy People fled to hear the Song, ^ 
Thither vaft Troops of wretched Lovers came, 
And (hriekt at the Remembrance of their Flame; 
With heavy Grief and gloomy Thoughts oppreft. 
Meagre each Shape, and Wounds in every Bieaftj 


Miscellany Poems. 217 

(How deep, ah mc I and wide niuft mine appear. 
If fo much Beauty can be fo levcrel) 
With tiieic, mixt Troops of Fathers, Husbands, -y 
Wives, ( 

As thick as fwarms of Bees fly round their Hives (^ 
At Evening clofe, or when a Tcmpcft drives : -J 
With Gholts of Heroes, and of Babes expoi'd, 
And Sons whofe dying Eyes their Mothers clos'd: 
Which now the dull unnavigablc Flood, 
\Vith black Cocytus horrid Weeds and Mi>d 
And Styx, in nine large Channels Tpread, confine. 

The wondrous Numbers foft'ned all bencAih, 
Hell, and the inmoft flinty feat-; of Death 3 
Snakes round the Furies Heads did upA-ard icir. 
And rce_m'd to liflien to tJie pleafiag Air; 
While fiery Strx in milder Streams did rowl^^ 
And Cerberus gap'd, but vet forbore to howl, 
Jxion's Wheel ftood flill, all Tortures cealt, 
And Hell am;iz'd knew an unufual Kc/1. 

All Dangers paft beyond the reacii of fear, 
Rcftor'd Emyclice bieath'd the upper Air^ 
Following behind (for mov'd by his Complaint 
Hell added this Condition to the Grant) 
When fury loon the hccdiefs Lover fciz'd, 
(To be forgiven, if Hell could be appeas'd) 
For near the Confines of .£therial Air, 
Unmindfol, and unable to forbear, 
He ftopt, look'd back, (what cannot LoveperfuaJe:') 
To take one view of the unhappy Maid : 
Here all his Pains were loft, one greedy Look 
Defeats his Hopes, and Hell's Conditions broke. 
Thrice Sryx reibunded, thrice ^veniHs fliook : 
A fatal MclTonger from PUtj flew, 
And fnatch'd the Forfeit from a fecond View : 
Backward flie feil ; Ah me I luo greedy Youth 
(She cry'd) v^ fury hOw haih xum'd both ! 
Death fummons r-'.c a-^ain, ccid Fates furprifo, 
And Icy Sleep fpicads o'ci my nodding Eyes ; 
V I, II, L 

2tS The Second Part of 

Wrapt up in Night I feel the Stygia.n Shore, 
And ftretch my Arms to thee in vain, ah thine no more ! 
This fcaice pronounc'd, like Smoke difperft inAii, 
So vaniili'd the twice-loft unhappy Fair j 
And left him catching at the flying Shade : 
He flood diitrafted, much he would have faid. 
In vain j for Charon v.'ou'd not vaft him o'er. 
Once he had pafs'd, and now muft hope no more. 
U'hat fhould he do ? Where Ihould he feek Repofe ? 
Where fly the trouble of his fecond Lofs ? 
In what foft Numbers fliould the Wretch complain. 
And beg his dear Eurydtce again ! 
She now grew cold in dmron^s Boat beneath. 
And fadly fail'd to the known Seats of Death : 
But while nine circling Months in order turn'd. 
Beneath bleak Rocks(thusFame reports) he mouin'd ; 
By freezing Strymons unfrequented Stream, 
Etirydue, his loft Enrydiccj his Theme; 
And while he fang this fad event of Love, 
He tam'd fierce Tygers, and made Oaks to move; 
With fuch foft Tunes, and fuch a doleful Song 
Sweet Nightingales bewail their raviflit young. 
Which fome hard-hearted Swain hath born away 
While Callow Birds, or kill'd the eafie Prey j 
Reftlefs they fit, renew their mournful ftrains. 
And with fad Pafllon fill their neighb'ring Plains. 

No face cou'd win him, and no charms cou'd move, 
He fled the heinous Thoughts of fecond Love: 
In vain the Thracians woo'd ; Wit, Wealth, Eftcem, 
Thofe great Enticers, loft their Force on him: 
Alone he wander'd thro' the ScythiaffSnowSf 
Where Icy Tanais freezeth as it flows j 
Thro' Fields ftill white withFroft,or beat with Hail, 
•Conftant to Grief, and eager to bewail : 
Eurydue, the Gods vain Gift, employs 
His Thoughts, and makes him Deaf to other Joys. 

The flighted Tbraciuns Heat this Scorn increaft. 
They bieath'd Revenge, and fii'd at duahns Feaft, 

Ml scELLANY Poems. 219 

(For what fo foon as Wine makes Fury burn? 
And what can wound a Maid fo deep as Scorn f) 
Full of their God they wretched Orpheus tore, 
Scattcr'd his Limbs, apd drank his reeking Gore: 
His Head torn off, as Hebrm roU'd along, 
Eurydice fell from his dying Tongue. 
His parting Soul, when flying thro' the Wound, 
Cry'd, Ah Eurydite; the Floods around 
Ettrydice, Enrydice the Banks refound. 

^/je Fourteenth Ode, of the Second 
Book of Horace. 


AH'. Friend, the pofting Years how faft they fly? 
Nor can the ftrifteft Tiety 
Defer incroaching Age, 
Or Death's refiftlefs Rage : 
If you each Day 
A Hecatomb of Bulls (hou'd flay. 
The fmotiking Hoft cou'd not fubduc 
The Tyrant to be kind to you. 
Tiom Geryons Head he fnatch'd the triple Cro-.vii^ 
Into th' infernal Lake the Monarch tumbl'd down. 
The Prince, and Peafant of this World, muft be 
Thus wafted to Eternity. 


In vain from bloody Wars are Mortals f^e> 
Or the rough Storms of the Tempeftuous Sea, 

In vain they take fuch care 
To fliicld their Bodies from autumnal Air. 
Difmal Cocytas they muft ferry o'er, 
Whofc languid Stream moves dully by the Shoie, 

And in their TalTage we Hiall fee 
Of loitufd Ghofts the various Mifery. 

L 2 

2^0 The Second Parto/ 

Thy (lately Houfe, thy pleafing Wife 
And Children, (Bleffings dear as Life,) 
Wuft all be left, nor (halt thou have, 

Of all thy grafted Plants, one Tree j 

Unlefs the difmal Cyprefs follow thee. 

The fliort-liv'd Lord of all, to thy cold Grave. 

But the imprifon'd Burgundy 

Thy jolly Heir fhall ftraight fet free. 

Relcas'd fiom Lock and Key, the fparkling Wine 

Shall flow, and make the drunken Pavement fli inc. 

"The Fir ft Id y Ilium <?/T h e o c r i t u s. 

Tranflated into EngUfh, 


T H T\S I S. 
Oat-HerJ, the Mufick of yon* whiftllng Pine, 
Tho' fweet, yet is not half fo fweet as thine; 
Thou, when the found of thy Ihrill Pipe is heard, j 
Art next to our great Mafter Pan prefer'd : > 

Next him in Skill, and next him in Reward. •* 
j£ Pan receive a Goat of horned Brow, <• 

A younger Goat is thy unqueftion'd Due: > 

If he a younger Goat, a Kid belongs to you. ^ 
And Kids you know, until the fwelling Teat 
Yields Milk, are no unpalatable Meat. 
^ G O ^T-H E T^D. 

Sweeter thy Numbers, Shepherd^ and thy Song, 
Than that fair lovely Stream, which down along 
From yonder HilIock*s gently rifing Side 
Pours the fmooth Current of its cafie Tide. 
l£ a white Ewe the Mufes OfF'ring be, 
A fpotlefs Lamb fhall be thy fecond Fee : 
2 Xtheii's a Ljimb ; the Ewe's lefciv'd fox thee. 

Miscellany Poems.^ in 

THY T{ S I S. 

And wilt thou, Caat-Hcr.l, on yon rifing Ground, 
With Streams rcfrcfli'd,-and fpreading MirtJes crown'd, 
Say, wilt thou one fwect charming Song rehearfe ? 
I'll feed thy Flock, and liftea to thy Verfe. 
G <y1 T- H E \ D. 

Shepherd, I dare not tread that hallow'd Ground ! 
'Tis now high Noon, and P^tn will hear tiie Sounrf. 
Weary'd with Spoit, he there lyes down to rell : 
And 'tis an angry God when at the bcft. 
But, Tijyrjh, you can D^phrs Story tell. 
And underftund the rural Numbers well. 
Let us retire then ro the Sylvan Shade, 
By reverend Oaks extended Branches made. 
Where an old Scat ftands rear'd upon the Green: 
Haxd by Priapt4s, and the Nymphs are fcen. 
There if thou fing one of thy noblcft Lays, ^ 

And thy loud Voice in fuch fweet Accents raife, >■ 
As when you baffled Chrome^ and won the Bays, ^ 
Thrice fhalt thou milk my Goat; come, pr'ythee do: 
Two Pails (he fills, although fhe fuckles Two. 
^elides a brave large Goblet fhall be thine ; 
N<;winade, newturn'd, and fmellingwond'rcus fine. 
Sweet wholfom Wax the inner Hollow hides, 
And two neat Handles grace the well wrought fides. 
About the brim a creeping Ivy twines, 
Thro'whorc brown Leaves the brighter rr*f«5 fliines. 
Within, a Woman's lovely hnage (lands; 
{K noble Piece ! not wrought by mortal flandr !) 
Aiound lict Head a braided Fillet goes : 
A decent Veil adown her Shoulders flows. 
By her two blooming Youths by turns complain, •% 
lach driving who fliall the blefl Conqueft gain : 9 
Both eagerly contend; but both in vain. "^ 

She now on This her wanton Glances throws, 
And now on Thar a carelefs Smile beflows : 
Wliilrt they their big fwol'n Eye-lids hardly tc.u. 
And iiJentJy accufc the cruel Fait. 
L 3 

2,22 7<&f Sec oKD Part «/ 

Next on a Clitf a Fiihcr-man you'll view,. 
Who his lov'd Sport docs eageily purfue. 
His garhet'd Net juft hov'ring o'er the Sea, 
.He labours at theCaft on his half bended Knee, 
You'd fwear his aftive Limbs work'u to and fro. 
So tight he is, fo fitted for the Throw. 
His Neck enlarg'd with fwelling Veins appears : 
Much is his Strength, tho' many are his Years. 
Not far from hence a Teeming Vineyard grows, -^ 
The Vines all neatly fet in graceful Rows, ? 

"Whofe weighty Clufters bend the yielding Boughs. ^ 
And a young Lad on a Tree's neighb'ring Root 
Sits idlely by, to watch the ripening Fruit. 
By him, two Foxes unregarded fleal : 
Each craftily dellgni a diff'ient Meal. 
One tow'rds the Vineyard cafts a longing Eye 5 
Looks to, and fro j and then creeps foftly by : 
"Whilft t'other couch' d in a doe Ambufcadc 
To intercept the Scrip and Vid'als laid, 
Refolves not firft to quit the deftin'd Prey, 
'Till he has fent the Younker Supperlefs away. 
Meanwhile with bothhis Hands, and both his Eyes,' 
He's plaiting Straws, and making Traps for Flics. 
With Art and Care he the ^ne Play-thing twines, -y 
Surveys it, and applauds his own Defigns : >■ 

Unmindful of his Bag, or of his Vines. -^ 

The Cup befides a Wood-bine does contain, -y 

Which round the Bottom wreaths its leafie Train, > 
Admir'd and envy'd by each gazing Swain ! ^ 
I know, you'll fay your felf, 'tis ftrangely fine I 
The Workman, and the Workmanfiiip Divine! 
I bought it when I croft th' <y£.toUan Seas, 
The Price a dainty Kid, and a large New-milk Chccfc ^ 
Unus'd it lyes, unfully'd, neat and trim : 
Nor have my Lips once touch'd the (hining Brim, 
With this I'd willingly reward thy Pains, 
Would'ft thou but fing thofe my beloved Strains, 

Nor envy I thy Skill : No envious Death 

Too foon (alas I) will flop that charming Breatk: 

Misc ELLANY Poems. 223 

Come on then, Sing, dear Shepherd, while you may. 
T H r T{S I S. ^ 

Begity pwtet Mftffy begin the T(ttrAl La.y. 
'Tis Thyrfls lings, Thyrfts on ^^:u.% born : 
The grateful Hills do his lov'd Notes return. 
"Where were the Nymphs? Where, in that f;ual D;iy,-» 
"When Dgphnis, lovely Dnphms^ pin'd awdy ? p 

Did ye by Penens^ or on Pindus ftray ? •* 

(For furc ye were not by ^napus fide. 
Nor c^.'wrt's Top, nor ^£i$ Silver Tide.) 

Begiiy (vjee: Mufe, beiin the T^ityal Lay. 
Tor him the Panthers and the Tygers mourn' d : 
They came, they law 5 and with fwoln Eyes return'^.' 
Lions themfelves did uncouth Sorrows bear, 
Their Savage Fiercenefs foftning to a Tear. 
Clofc by his Feet the Bulls and Heifers lay ; -j 

The Calves forgot their Feeding, and their Play j > 

Begin^ fvjeet Mufe, begin the 1\^.rai L^y. J 

Swift Hermes firft came down to his Relief: 
Daphnis, hc cry'd, from whence this fooliOi Grief? 
What Nymph, what Goddels fteals thy Heart away ? 

Big.'jj, fivcct Mi'.fcy Legin \h: "Riira.1 Lay. 
Next him the Shepherds, and the Goat-herds came : 
All ask'd the Realbn of fo ftrange a Flame. 

Priapiis came too 

Hc came, and ask'd him with a pitying Eye, 
Why all this Grief ? Ah I wretched Daph'iis, why? 
While the falfe Nymph, unmindful of thy Pains, 
Now climbs the Hills, now ikims it o'er the Plains, 
Where-e'er blind Chance or Fancy leads the way : 

Begin, f'jjett Mufc, begin the ^ir.xl L^y. 
Ah ! fooiilli and impatient of the Smart, 
With which the wanton Boy hath pierc'd tiiy Heart! 
An * Herdfman thou wcrt thought j a Goat-herd 

furc thou art. 
The Goat-herd, when from fome old craggy Rock 
He views the fportful Pailimes of his Flock, 

224 The Second Part of 

And fees 'em how they frisk, and how they pljiy, -^ 
Grieves that he's not a Goat, as well as they: > 

BegiTi, fiveet Mnfe^ begin the T{tiral Lay. ^ 

And you too, when you fee the Nymphs advance 
Their nimble Feet in a well-order'd Dance, [fmile, 
And hear 'em how they talk, and fee 'em how they 
Arc gricv'd that you muft ftand neglcdted all the 

All this, without, an Anfwcr, heard the Swain j 
Still he went on, and nourifn'd ftill the Pain. 
He found his Love increafe, and Life decay ; 

Seglfiy fiveet Itlitfe-, begin the %ural Lay. 
Then Venus came, and rais'dhis drooping Head: 
Torc'd an infulting Smile, and thus flie faid. 
You thought, fond Swain, that you could Lovefubdue: 
But Love, it feems, at laft has conquer'd you. 
Strong are his Charms, and mighty is his Sway : 

Begin, fiveet Muje, begin the ''Rural Lay. 

She fpake And thus the mournful Swain leply'd, 

Ah ! Foe to me, and all Mankind befide ! 
Ah ! cruel Goddefs '. (pare thy Taunts at laft j 
Nor urge 'a Death that's drawing on fo fail. 
Too well 1 know my fatal Hour is come. 
My t Sun declining to its Weftcrn Home. 
Yet ev'n in Death thy Scorns I will repay : 

Bigin, fvjeet Mufe^ begin the T^ural Lay. 
Hence, Cyprian Qiieen, to Idas Tops repair, 
^nchifts, lov'd ^inchifes waits you there. 
There fpreading Oaks will cover you around : 
Here humble Shrubs fcarce peep above the Ground,- 
And bufie Bees are "humming all the Day. p 

Thenoifeis great, 'twill fpoil your am'xous Play : S. 

Begin, fvjeet Mufe, begin the Tiural Lay, ^ 

'adonis tool the Boy is lovely fair ! 

He feeds his Flocks, he hunts the nimble Harc } 
And boldly chafes ev'ry Eeafl of Prey: 

Begin, pweet Mufe, begin the T^itral Lay. 

\ "lUn 3^ ffd<rJ^ci W^6' cL\i@' H/^fJii (TttTuHfiK. 

MiscELLAhfY Poems. izf 

Ye Piuthcrs, Lions, andyc Wolves adieu ! j 

Who now Ihall travcrfe the thick Woods with you ? > 
No more Ihallyoube chas'd.nomorcfliall Ipuifue. > 
Hail ^retbufa, lovely Fountain hail I [Vale! 

Farewel ye Streams that fiow thio' Tyher^s flow'ry 
Paicwcll The Gods forbid my longer Stay: 

Leave off, fond Mttfe, leave of the "R^ral Lav. 
Pan, Pan, whcrc-e'er your wandring Footfteps-^ 
Whether on Lyce's airy Tops you rove, [moves ^ 
Or fporting in the vaft Mena'.ian Grove : ^ 

Hufte, quicklyhaftci leave the high Tomb, that nods 
O'er Helices Cliff, the wonder of the Gods I 
And to fair Sicily thy Steps convey: 

Leaze ojf, fond Muft, leave off the '\ural Lay. 
Here take my waxen Pipe, well join'd, and fit; 
An ufclcfs ripe to me! and I to it ! 
For Love and Fate havefummou'd me away : 

Leave off, fond Mttfe, leave off ths T{ural Lay, 
On Brambles now let Violets be born, 
And op'ning Rofes bluih on ev'ry Thorn : 
Let all things Nature's Contradidion wear. 
And barren Pine-trees yield the mellcnv Pear. 
Since Daphiiii dies, wiiat can be ftrange, or new? 
Hounds now iliall fly, and trembling Fawns purlue j 
Screech-Owls fhalliing, and Thruflies yield the Day: 

Leave ojf, fond Mufe, leave off the %itral Lay. 
Thus Dapbnis fpake, and more he would have Tung; 
But Death prevail'd upon his trembling Tongue, 
Fair Ven»i ftrovc to raifc her drooping Son : 
In vain (he ftrove, for his laft Thread was fpiin. 
Black Stygiiin Waves furround the darling Boy 
Of every Nymph, and every Mufe's Jcy. 
Lifclefs he lies, and ftill as harden'J Clay, ^ 

Who was fo Young, fo Lovely, and fo Gaj-; S. 

Le.ive off, fond Mufe, leave off the 'Jiural Lay. ^ 

1 h£ Cup and Goat you cannot now refuie ; 
I'll milk lier; and I'll offer to my Mufc. 

L 5 

226 The Second Part of 

All hail, ye Mufes, that infpire my Tongue I 
A better Day fhall have a bettei Song. 
G ^ T- H E \D. 
May dropping Combs on thofe fwect Lips diftil. 
And thy lov'd Mouth with w^rnct^Honey fill. 
Tor much, much Tweeter is thy tuneful Voice, •> 
Than, when on funny Days with chearful noife, S 
The Vocal Infefts of the Spriftg rejoice. •^ 

Here, take the promis'd Cup : How bright the look ! -| 
How fine the Smell 1 fure from fome fragrant Brook, ^ 
The bath of fmiling Hours, it the gay tinftutc took ! ^ 
Here-^ C^y,hitherward, — Come, milk her now 
My Kids, forbear to leap : for if you do, 
The Goat may chance to leap as well as you. 


Tie Tenth Idyllium of Theocritus, 

I.nglifl]ed by Mr. William Bowles, of King'^ 
College in Cambridge. 

' M 1 L O. B ^ T T V S. 
M. \K^ you grown lazy, or does fome Difeafc, 

XJL Oh Batttij, bind your Hands, and Sinews feizC, 
That like a Sheep prickt by a pointed Thorn, 
Still you*re behindr- and lag at ev'ry Turn ? 
What in the Heat and Evening will you do, 
Who early in the Morning loiter fo ? 

B. Milo, thou piece of Flint, thou all of Stone, 
Did'ft never yet an abfent Friend bemoan? 

M. Who, but fuch Fools as thou, the Abfent mind > 
Sure what concerns you more, you here may findj 

B. Did Love ne'er yet thy Senfcs waking keep. 
Trouble thy Drcamj, or interrupt thy Sleep ? 

^ T.i7T(u^0Li tht Name of the CMt^ 

M/scELLANV Poems. 227 

M. The Gods prcfcrve reftJcfs Care. 
Oh Reapers all, the gilded Bait beware I 

B. But I nine Days the Paflion Love have felt. 
With inward rires confumc, and flowly melt. 
Seel all negleftcd lyes before my Door, 
While I run mad for a confounded Wiiore. 

She wlio pip'd lately at Hppnoons Fcuft, 
Charm'd every Ear, and wounded every Gueft ! 

M. The Gods for fome old Sins have this Evil, 
And Ih ame long due has reach'd thee from the Devil. 

B. Beware, infulting Cupid has a Dart, 
And it may one Day reach thy ftubborn Heart. 

M. Come, you're a Poet, fing fome am'rous Song, 
'Twill cafe your Toil, and make the Day lefs Jong, 

B. Oh Mufe I affift my Song, jind make it flow. 
For you frefli Charms on all you ling bellow. 

Bombyt-e (Oh my dejreft) do not frown. 
They call thee Tawny, but I call thee Brown. 
Yet blulh not. Dear: Black is the Viokt, 
And HvAcinth with Letters all o'crwrit j 
Yet both are fweet, and both for Garlands fit. 
Kids the green Leaves, Wolves the young Kids purfue. 
And Battnh Tweet Bombyce, follows you. 
Oh! had the envious Gods not made me poor. 
Had 1 rich Crcehs Wealth and mighty Store, 
In Vcmts Temple fhould our Statues ftand j 
Thou with thy Pipe and Tabcr in thy Hand, 
1 in a Dancer's Pol"^urc, gay, new fliod, 
Form'd of pure Gold, and glorious as a God! 
Tiiy Voice, SombYce, is moll foft and fweet, 
But who can praife enough thy humour, and thy Sil- 
ver Feet ? 
M. Batttts deceiv'd us, a great Poet grown, 
Wnat Verfe is here! But arc they. Friend, thy own? 
How juft the Rhymes, how equally they meet, 
The Numbers how harmonious, and how l\veet I 
Yet mark, and this diviner Song attend, 
' J'.vas by immortal Lytierjes penu'd. 

2a8 The Seconp Part of 

Smile on the Corn, O Ceres! blcfs the Field, 
May the full E^irs a plenteous Haiveft yield. 
Gather your Sheaves (Oh Friends !) and better bind. 
See how they're blown, and fcatter'd by the Wind : 
Hafte, left fome jeering JafTenger fhould fay, 
Oh lary Rogues 1 their Hire is thrown away. 
P^eapers obferve, and to the Southweft turn 
Tour Sheaves ; 'twill fill the Ears, and fwell the Corn* 
Threfhers at Noon, and in the burning Heat, 
(Then thelight Chaff flies out) fliould toil and fwcat; 
But Reapers ihould with the fwcet Wood-Lark rife. 
And flecp when Phceliis mounts the Southern Skies, 
Happy the Frogs who in the Waters dwell ! 
They fuck in Drink for Air, and proudly fwell. 
Oh niggard Bayliff 1 we could dine on Beans, 
And fpare your windy Cabbage, and your Pains. 

Such Songs at once delight us, and improve i 
But thy fad Ditty, and thy tale of Love 
Keep for thy Mother, Battus^ I advife, 
When ftretch'd and yawning in her Bed-flie lyes. 

AITH2. Or, the Twelfth Idylllum 

Scarce three whole DaySjmy lovely Youth, had paft 
Since thou and I met here, and parted laft, 
And yet fo Iluggilhly the Minutes flew, 
1 thought it Ages till we met anew. 
Ghy youth and V.igour were already fled, <y 

Alrendy envious Time began to flied > 

A fnowy White around my drooping Head. '^' 

As to Spring's Brav'ry rugged Winter yields j 
The hoary Mountains to the fmiling Fields } 
As by the faithful Shepherd new-yean'd Lambs 
Ate much lefs valu'd than their fleecy Dams j 

Miscellany Poems. 229 

As to wild Plumbs the Damfcen is prefen'd -, 

As nimble Docs out-ftrip the duller Herd j 

As Maids fcem fairer in their blooming Pride, 

Than thofe who Hymen's Joys have often try'd j 

As Philately when warbling forth her Love, 

Excels the feather'd Quire of ev'ry tuneful Gtovcj 

So much doft thou all other Youths excel : 

They Speak not, Look not, Love not half Co well \ 

Sweeter thy Face I more ravifiiing thy Charms ! 

No Gueft To welcome to my longing Arms I 

When iirft 1 view'd thofe much lov'd Eyes of thine 

Ar dilUnce, and ficm far encount'ring mine, 

1 ran, I flew, to meet th' expefted Boy 

With all the tranfports of unruly Joy, 

Not with fuch eager h»fte, fuch fond Deflres, -> 

The Traveller, when fcorch'd by Syria?t Fires, >• 

To fome well-fpreading Beach's Shade retires. -* 

O I that fome God would equal Flames impart ! 

Andfpreai a m.utunl Warmth thro' either Heart I 

'Till Men fliould quote our Names for loving well : 

And Age to Age the pleafing Story tell. 

TwoMen there were(cncsrome well meaningTongue) 

Whofe Friendfliip equal on Love's Ballance hung : 

(^EfpTiilus one, ^i'tes t'other Name, 

Both furely fix'd in the Records of Fame) 

Of honeft ancient Make and heav'niy Mould, ' j 

Such as in good King Sat urn* s Days of Old C 

FlourilL'd, and ftamp'dthe Age's Name with Gold. ^ 

Grant, mighty Jove, that after many a Day, -y 

While we amidft ih.' Elyfian Valleys ftray, ' > 

Some welcome Ghoft may this gladMefTage fay, -* 

Your Loves, the copious Theme of ev'ry Tongue, -^ 

Ev'n now with lalling Praife are daily fungj C 

Admii'd by all, but chiefly by the Young. -> 

But Pray'rs are vain I the ruling Pow'rs on high, 

Wh'tc'er 1 a->k, can grant, or can deny. 

In t!;omean time thee my due Songs Ihall praife, ^ 

1 hce, thc^jlad matter of my tuneful Lays:frai(e. > 

Kor fhall the well meant Verfe a tell-tale Bliflci -^ 

230 7*^^ Second Par r o/ 

Nay fliould you chide, I'll catch the pleafing found. 
Since the fame Mouth that made,can heal the Wound. 
Yc Megarenfiansy who from Ntfa's Shoar 
Hqw up the Sea with many a well tim'd Oar, 
May all your Labours glad Succefs attend : 
You, who to Diodes, that generous Friend, 
Due Honours and becoming Reverence pay: 
"When rowling Years bring on the happy Day, 
Then round his Tomb the crowded Youth reforr, 
"With Lips well fitted for die wanton Sport : 
And he, whofe pointed Kifs is fweetcft found. 
Returns with Laurels, andfrefli Garlands crown'd. 
Happy the Boy that bears the Prize away! 
Happy, I grant: But O far happier they. 
Who, from the -Seats of theiimuch envy'd blifs, 
Recciv'd the Tribute of each wanton Kifs I 
Surely to Ganymed their Pray'rs are made. 
That, while the am'rous Strife is warmly plaid. 
He would their Lips with equal Virtues guide 
To thofe which in the faithful Stone rcfidc : 
Whofe Touch apply'd, the Artift can explore 
The bafcr Mettal from the fliining Ore. 

KaPIOKAEnXHS: Or the Nine^ 
ieenth IdyVixum of Theocritus. 

CVpidy the flieft Rogue alive. 
One Day was plundring of a Hive ; 
But as with too eager Hafte 
He ftrove the liquid Sweets to tafte, 
A Bee furpriz'd the heedlefs Boy ; 
Prick'd him, and dafli'd th* expeftcd Joy, 
The Urchin, when he felt the Smart 
Of the envenom'd angry Dart, 
He kick'd, he flung, he fpurn'd the Ground > 
He blow'd, and then he chaf d the Wound ; 


Miscellany PoENf 3. 231 

He blow'd and chaf'd the Wound in vain! 
The rubbing ftill increas'd the Pain. 
Striight to his Mother's Lap he hies. 
With fwelling Cheeks, and blubbei'd Eyc% 

Cries flie What does my Cupid ^ili 

When thus he told his mournml Talc. 

A little Bird they call a Bee, 

With yellow Wings ; fee, Mother, fee 

Kow it has gor'd, and wounvled me I 

And are not you, reply'd his Mother, 

For all the World juft fuch another ? 

Juft fuch another angry thing, 

Like in Bulk and like in Sting. 

For when you aim a pois'nous Dart, 

Againft fome poor unwary Heart, 

How little is the Archer found ! 

And yet how wide, how deep the Wound ! 



IN a dark filent fhady Grove, 
Fit for the Delights of Love, 
As on Corinn i's Brcaft I pa; ting lay. 
My right Hand playing wi'ix & c^t.era^ 


A thoufand Words and amorou» Kiffcs 
Prepar'd us both '"or more fubft mtial Blifles > 
And thus the hafty Moments lipt aw^;, 
Loft in the Tranfpoit of & xrera. 

She bluHiM to Cc^ her Innocence be' ^ay'd. 
And the fmall Oppolition ilie had ladc. 
Yet hug'd mc clofc, and with ;. •^igM did fiVj 
Oiice more, my Dear, once moic & cetera. 

sl^i The Second Part of^ 

But O the Power to pleafe this Nymph was paft, 
Too violent a Flame can never laft j 
So we remitted to another Day 
The Piofecution of &- catera. 

7'h Complaint 0/ Ariadna. Out 
of Catullus. 


T^e A R G U M E N T. 

The Toet in the Epithalamium of Pelcus and The- 
tis, defer ibes the Genial Bed. on -which vpm 
rcrought the Story of Thefeus and Ariadnr, and 

k on that occafion makes a long Bigreffion, fart of 
vhich is the Subjeci of the following Poem. 

THere on th'cxtreameft Beach, and fatthcftSand 
Deferted ^riadna fecm'd to ftand, 
New wak'd, and raving with her Love, fhe flew 
To the dire Shoar, from whence fhe might purfuc 
With longing Eyes, but all alas in vain ! 
The winged Bark o'er the tcinpeftuous Main j 
For bury'd in fallacious Sleep fhe lay 
While thro' the Waves falfe Thefeus cut his way, 
Regardlefs of her Fate who fav'd his Youth j 
Winds bore away his Promife and his Truth. 
Like fome wild Bacchanal unmov'd Ihe flood, 
And with fix'd Eyes furvey'd the raging Flood. 
There with alternate Waves the Sea does row), 
Nor lefs the Tempefls that diftratft he: Soul j 
Abandon'd to the Winds her fio.ving Il.'.ir, 
Rage in her Soul exprcfl, and wild Dcfpair : 
Her rifing Breads with Indignation l\vell, 
And her loofe Robes difdaiufully lepcll^ 

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The Ihining Onumcnts that dteft her Head, 
"When with the glorious Ravilher (he ficd, 
Now at their Miftrels Feet neglcftcd lay, 
Sport of the wanton Waves that with them play. 
But (he nor them regards, nor Waves that beat 
Her fnowy Legs, and wound her tender Feet ; 
On Thefttis her loft Senfes all attend, 
And ail the Paflions of her Soul depend. 
Long did her weaker Scnfc contend in vain, 
She funk at laft beneath the mighty Pain: 
With various Ills befet, and ftupid "grown, 
She loft the Pow'r thofe Ills ev'u to bemoan : 
But when the firft Aflault and fierceSurprize 
Were paft, and Grief had found aPaflageatheiEycs, 
With cruel Hands her fnowy Breaft flie wounds, 
Thefetts, in vain, through all the Slioar refounds. 
Now urg'd by Love (he plunges in the Main, 
And now draws back her tender Feet again ; 
Thrice ihe repeats the vain Attempt to wade, 
Thrice Fear and Cold her (hiv'ring Limbs invade. 
Fainting at laft flie hung her beauteous Head, 
And fixing on the Shoar her Eyes, fhe faid, 

Ah cruel Man! and did I leave for thee ^ 
Jily Parents, Friends, (for thou waft all to me) 
And is my Love, and is my Faith thus paid? -^ 
Oh Cruelty unheard I a wretched Maid > 

Here on a naked Shoar abandon'd, and betray'd ! -^ 
Bctray'd to Mifchicfs of which Death's the leaft, 
And plung'd in Ills too great to be expreft. 
yet the Gods will, the Gods contemn'd by you, 
Witli Vengeance thy devoted Ship purfue, 
O'ertake thy Sails, and rack thy guilty Breaft, 
And with new Plagues th'ill-omen'd Flight infcft. 
But tho' no Pity thy ftern Breaft could move, 
Nor angry Gods, nor ill requited Love, 
Yet fcnCc of Honour furc Hiould touch thy Heartj 
And Ihame from low, mimauly flight divert, 

Z34 T^^ Second Pa r t of 

"With other Hopes my eaGe Faith you fed, -y 

A glorious Triumph, and a Nup ial Bed j S- 

l?ut all thofe lovs with thee, ala.^ ! are fled. ' ->' 


But all thofe Joys with thee, ala.^ ! are fled. 

Let no vain Woman Vows and Outh': believe, 

They only with more Form and lon^p de<:eive : 

To compafs their lewd e/ids the Wretches fwear, 

Of Oaths profufc, nor Gods nor Teniples fparei 

Eut when enjoy'd— - - 

Nor broken Vows, nor angry Heav'n they fear. 

But, O ye Women ! warn'd by nie, be wife, 

Turn their falfe Oaths on them, their Arts, their Lies > 

Diffemble, fawn, weep, fwear when you betray. 

Defeat the Gamefters at their own foul Play. 

Oil banifht Faith I But now from certain Death 

1 fnatcht the Wretch, and fav'd his perjur'd Breath, 

His Life with my own Brother's Blood I bought, 

And Love by fuch a cruel Service fought. 

By Me preferv'd, yet Me he does betray, 

And to wild Beafts expofe an eafic Prey I 

Nor thou of Royal Race, nor Human Stock [Rock j 

Waft born, bucxiurs'd by Bears, and iflu'd from a 

Too plain tho^oft thy dire E-xtraftion _prove, 

Who Death for Life return'ft,^and Hate for Love. 

let he fecurely Sails I and I in vain 

Recal the fled, and to deaf Rocks complain. 

Unmov'd they ftand j yet could they fee and hcar> 

More human would than cruel Man appear. 

But I 

Muft the fad Pleafure of Compaflion want. 

And die unheard, and lofe my lafl: Complaint. 

Happy, ye Gods ! too happy had 1 liv'd, 

Hadft thou, O charming Stranger, ne'er arriv'd ; 

Diffembl'd Sweetnefs in thy Look does fliine, 

But ah ! th' inhuman Monfters lurk within. 

What now remains ; Or whom fhall 1 implore 

In a wild Ifle, on a deferred Shoar? 

Shall 1 return, and beg my Father's Aid ? -y 

My Father's I whom ingrateful I betray'd, > 

Awd with my Brother's cruel Murderer fled 1 -^ 

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But, ThefcH.'y ^nadna's Conftiint, Kind, 
Kind as the Sens, and Conftiint as the Wind. 
Sec I wretched Maid, vaft Seas around thee roar, 
And angry Waves beat the relbunding Shoar, 
Cut olT thy Hopes, and intercept thy Flight, 
No Ship appears to blefs thy Longing Sight. 
The difnial Ifle no human Footftep bears, 
But a fad Silence doubles all my Fears, 
And F.itc in all its dreadful Shapes appears. 
Ev'n fainting Nature fcarcc maintains the ftrifc 
Betwixt prevailing Death, and yielding Life. 
Yet, e'er 1 die. rcveng-ng Gods I'll call. 
And ciufe him fiift, and then contented fall. 
Afcend ye Furies then, ^afcend, and hear 
My laft Compla"nts, and grant my dying Pray% 
Which Giicf and Rage for ill-rewarded Love, 
And rhe deep Se.ilc of his Iniufticc move : 
Oh futfer not my lateft Woids to fly 
Like common Air, ai .1 unregarded die I 
With Vengeance his diie Treachery purfuc, 
For Ve.igeance, Goddefles, atten-ds on you. 
Terror with you, Defpair and Death appear. 
And all the frightful Forms the Guilty fear. 
May his proud Ship by furious Billows toft. 
On Rocks, or fome wild Shoar like this, be loft V 
There may he fall, or late returning fee, 
(If fo the Gods, and fo the Fates decree) 
A mournful Houfc, polluted by the Dead, 
And Furies ever wait on his "*■ Inccfluous Bed. 

Jove heard, and did the juft Requeft approve. 
And nodding (hook Earth, Seas, and all the radians 
Lights above. 

* He carried away her Sijicr Phxdra, 

^^6 The Second Part of 

The Twentieth Idylliam of THEOCRITUS. 
By Mr. W. Bowles. 

PROUD Eunica, when I advanc'd to Kifs, 
Laugh'd loud, and cry'd, How ignorant he is ! 
Alas poor Man I dare you, a wretched Swain, 
Lips fuch as thefe, and fuch a Mouth prophane? 
No : To prevent your ruftick Freedom, know 
They're unacquainted yet with fuch as you : 
But your foft Lip, your Beard, your horny Fift, 
All charming, and ail fuing to be kift, 
Your matted Hair, and your fmooth Chin invite, 
Confpire to make you Lovely to the fight. 
Oh hew you look, how prettily you play, 
How foft your Words, and what fine things you fay ! 
Yet, to prevent Infection, pray be gone, 
Your Neighbourhood, methinks,is dang*rousgrowir> 
Vanifh, nor dare to touch me. Oh the Shame ! 
He fmells of the rank Goats from which he came! 

This faid, with Indignation thrice flic fpit, 
Suivey'd me with Difdain from Head to Feet; 
Then was fierce Rage, and confcious Beauty fcen 
In all her Motions, and her haughty Meen. 
She pray'd, as ifflie fome Contagion feai'd, 
Caft a difdainful Smile, and difappear'd. 
My boiling Blood fprang withmy P^age, andfprcad y 
O'er all my burning Face a fiery Redj [flied. > 
So Rofcs blulh, when Night her kindly Dew has ^ 
1 rage, I curfe the haughty Jilt, that jccr'd 
My graceful Perfon, and my comely Beard, 

Ye Shepherds, I conjure you, tell me true. 
Has any God caft my old Form anew ? 
How am I chang'd ? For once a matchlcfs Grace 
Shone in the charming Fe-atures of my Face, 
Like creeping Ivy did my Beard o'ergrow. 
And my long Hair in untaught Curls did fiO-Wf 

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My Brows were black, and my Urge Forehead whitC; 
My fparkJing Eyes fliot forth a radiant Light j 
In fwcctcft Wards did my fotr Language flow, 
As Honey fwect, and foft as falling Snow; 
When with loud Notes I the (hrill Pipe infpir'd, 
The lift'ning Shepherds all my Skill admir'd j 
Me all the Virgins on our Mountains love, 
They praife my Beauty, and my Flames approve. 
Such tho' I am, yet me, becaufe a Swain, ^ 

(How nice thcfe Town-bred Women are, howC 
Gay EunicA rejccled with Difdain. [vain I) J 

And ftie, it feems, has never heard, or read 
How Bacchus, now a God, a Flock once fed. 
Venus her felf did the Profeflion grace. 
By Love transformed into a Country Lafi : 
The P/;ry^r/t« Fields and Woods her Flames can tell. 
And how her much bewail'd Adonis fell. 
• How oft on Latmes did the Moon defcend 
From her bright Chariot to her Cctrim Friend, 
And abfent from the Sky whole Nights with him 

did fpcnd? 
To fhining in her Orb prefer her Love, 
Stoop and defert her glorious Seat above? 
And was not he a Shepherd? Sure he was ; 
Yet did not fiie difdain his low Embrace. 
The Gods great Mother too, and greater Jove^ 
Their Majefty laid by, could Shep.herds love : 
The Phrygian Groves, and confcious Id^t know 
What She for ^^tysy He for Ganymed could do. 

But prouder Eunica difdains alone 
What Gods, and greatcft GoddefTes have done t 
fairer it fcemsby much, and greater fhe, 
T^hail Venujt Cynthiiiy Or than OOele. 
oh my fair Venus, may you ne'er find one -^ 

Worthy your Love, in Country, or in Town, > 
But to a Vugm Bed condemn' d, fox ever lye alone I ^ 



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^0 L E S B T A. Out (?/ C A T U L L US, 

Let's live, my deareft Lesbia, and love. 
The little time that Nature lends improve { 
In Mirth and Pleafure let us wafte the day, 
Nor care a farthing what old Dotards fay j 
The Suns may rife again that once are fct. 
Their ufual Labour, and old Courfe repeat ; 
But when our Days once turn*d have loft their Light, 
We muft fleep on one long eternal Night: 
A thoufand KifTcs, Dear, a hundred more. 
Another hundred Lesbia^ I am poor : 
Another thoufand, Lesbia, and as warm, 
Xet every Touch furprize, and preffing Charm : 
And when repeated thoufands numeious grow -^ 
We'll kifs out all again, that none may know 
How many you have lent, and what 1 owe; 
While I'll in grofs with eager hafte repay, 
And kifs a long Eternity away. 


To L E S B I ul. 

MY Lesbia fwears (he would Cdtullm wed, 
Tho' 7ot/tf himfelffhouldcome and askheiBedj 
True, this fiie fwears by all the Pow'rs above. 
But (he's a Woman fpeaking to her Love : 
That fingle Thought my growing Faith defeats, 
*Tis necelTary for them to be Cheats : 
They muft be falfe, they muft their Oaths forget. 
So pleafing is the Lech'ry of Deceit; 
What Women tell their Servants, fade like Dreams, 
And ftiould be writ in Air, or running Streams. 

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l!be Seventh Ode of the Fourth Book 
of HO K AC E. 

By an unknown Hmd. 

Winter's dilTolv'd, behold a World's new Face! 
How Grafs the Ground, how Leaves their 
Branches grace. , [yield. 

That Earth which would not to the Plough-fliarc 
Is foftcr now and eafie to be till'd. 
And frozen Streams, thaw'd by th' appioaching Sun, 
With whifp'ring* Murmurs in their Channels run ; 
The naked Nymphs and Graces dance around. 
And o'er the flowry Meadows nimbly bound. 
The Months that run on Time's immortal Wheels, 
The Seafons treading on each others Heels, 
The winged Hours that fwifdy pafs away, -y 

And fpightfully confume the fmiling Day, C 

Tell us, that all things muft with them decay. * 
The Year rowls round us in a conftant Ring, 
And fultry Summer waftes the milder Spring : 
Whofe hot Meridian quickly overpaft, 
Declines to ^uttiKiK, which with bounteous hafte 
Comes crown'd with Grapes, but faddenly is croft. 
Cold Winter nips his Vintage with a Froft. 
The Moon renews its Orb to fhine more bright; -^ 
But when Death's Hand puts out our moxtiil Light, >■ 
With us alas 'tis ever ever Night ! ^ 

With ThUus and with .Ancus we fliall be, 
And the brave Souls of* vanidi'd Heroes fee. 
Who knows if Gods above, who all things fwayi 
Will fuffer thee to live another Day? 
Then plcafe thy Genius, and betimes take care. 
To leave but little to thy greedy Heir. 
When among crouds of Ghofts thoulhalt appear, 
And fiom the Judge thy fatal Sentence hear, 

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Not Birth, nor Eloquence, nor Wealth, nor all 
That thou canft plead can the paft Doom recal, 
Dianat though a Goddefs, cannot take 
•Her chaftc HippoIytHs from Lethe's Lake. 
Perithous bound in Fetters muft remain, 
Thefeus DO more can break his Adamantine Chain. 

The fenth Odb of the Second Book 

KeSi'tus vives Liciniy See. 

WE muft all live, and we would all live well, 
But how to do it very few can tell j 
He fute doth beft, who a true mean can keep. 
Nor boldly fails too far into the Deep, 
Nor yet too fearfully creeps near the Land, 
And runs the danger of the Rocks and Sand. 
Who to that happy Medium can attain, 
" Who neither feeks for nor defpifcs Gain, 
*' Who neither finks too low, nor aims too highj 
He Ihuns th'unwholfome Ills of Poverty; 
And is fecure from Envy, which attends 
A fumptuous Table, and a croud of Friends. 
Their Treacherous height doth the tall Pines expofe, 
To the rude blafts of ev'ry Wind that blows. 
And lofty Towers unfortunately high, 
Are near their Ruin as they're near the Sky j 
And when they fall, what was their Pride before, 
Serves only then t'increafe their fall the more. 
Who wifely governs and direfts his Mind 
Never defpairs, though Fortune be unkind ; 
He hopes, and though he finds he hop'd in vaiji. 
He bears it patiently, and hopes again. 
And if at laft a kinder Fate confpires, 
To heap upon him more than he dcfiics: 


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"He then fufpefts the kindncfs he enjoys. 

Takes it with thinks, but with fuch care employs. 

As if that Fate, weary of giving more, 

"Would oixe refume what it bcftow'd before. 

He finds's Life, by an Eternal Skill, 

Is tcmper'd equally with good and ill. 

fate (hapes our Lives, as it divides the Years, 

Hopes arc eur Summer, and our Winter's F&arsj 

And 'tis by an unerring Rule decreed, 

That this fliall that alternately fuccced. 

Therefore when Fate's unkind, dear Friend, be wile, 

And bear its Ills without the leaft furprife. 

The ;iiore you are opprefs'd, bear up the more. 

Weather the Tempeft 'till its rage be o'er. 

But if too prosperous and too ftrong a gale. 

Should rather ruffle than juft fill your Sail, 

Leflen it j and let it take but fo much Wind, 

As is proportiou'd to the courfe defign'd; 

** For 'tis the greatcft part of human Skill, 

*♦ To ufc good Fortune, and to bear our ill. 

^he Eighteenth Epijlle of the Fir ft Book 
i^/ H O R A C E, 

Si bene te novs, &c. 

DEAR Friend, for fuceJy I may call him Co, 
Who doth fo well the Laws of Friendship know ; 
I'm fure you mean the Kindnefs you profefs. 
And to be lov'd by you's a Happinefs; 
Not like him who with Eloquence and Pains, 
The fpecious Title of a Friend obtains j 
And the next day, to pleafe fome Man of Senfc, 
Breaks Jofts at his deluded Friend's cxpenccj 
As Jilts, who by a quick compendious way^ 
To gain new Lovets, do the old betray. 
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There is another failing of the Mind, 

Iqual to this, of a quite diflPerent kind j 

1 mean that rude uncultivated skill, 

Which fomc have got of ufing all Men ill; 

Out of a zealous and unhewn pretence 

•Of Freedom, and a virtuous Innocence j 

Who, 'caufe they cannot fiiwn, betray, nor ch«at^ 

Think they may puHi and juftle all they meet, 

And blame whatc'er they fee, complain, and brawl. 

And think their Virtues make amends for all j 

They neither comb their Head, nor waih their Face, 

Eut think their virtuous Naftinefs a grace. 

Whenas true Virtue in a medium lies, 

And that to turn to either Hand's a Vice. 

Others there are, who too obfequious grown, 

Live more for others pleafure than their own j 

Applauding whatfoe'er they hear or fee, 

By a too naufeous Civility: 

And if a Man of Title or Eftate, 

Doth fome ftrange Story, true or falfc, relate; 

Obfequioufly they cringe, and vouch it all, 

Repeat "his V/ords, and catch them as they fall: 

As School Boys follow what the Matters fay. 

Or like an Ador prompted in a Play, 

Some Men there are fo full of their own Senfe^ 

They take the leaft Difpute for an Offence ; 

And if fomewiler Friend their heat reftrains. 

And lays the Subjeft is not worth the pains j 

Straight they reply, Whatl have faid is true. 

And I'll defend it againft him and you; 

And if he ftill dares fay 'tis not, I'll die, 

Rather than not maintain he fays a Lie. 

Now, would you fee from whence thefe heats aiifc, 

And where th' important contradiftion lies j 

'Tis but to know, if, when a Client's preft, 

Savjyer or Williams pleads his Caufe the bcft : 

Or if to Windfor hc moft minutes gains. 

Who goes by Colcbrook, or who goej by Sfamf -, 

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illao fpcnds hii Wealth in Plcafuie, and at Tlay, 
And yet atfcfts to be well-clo;uh'd and gay, 
And comes to want ; and yet dreads nothing more.. 
Than to be thought ncccltitous and poor : 
Him his rich Kinfman is afraid to fee, 
Shuns like a Burthen to the Family j 
And rails at Vices, wliich have made him poor. 
Though he himfelf perhaps hath many moie : 
Or tells him wifely, Couiin have a care, 
And yourExpences with your Rents compares 
Since you inherit but a fmall Eftate, 
Tour Pleafures, Coulln, muft be moderate. 
I know, you think to huff, and live like me, 
Coufin, my Wealth fupports my Vanity. 
But they, who've Wit, and not Eftate enough, 
Muft cut their Coat according to their Stuft'i 
Therefore forbear t'aftedl Equality, 
Forget you've fuch a foolilh Friend as me. 
There was a Courtier, who to piinifh thofe, 
Who, though below him, he believed his Foesj 
And more eftc£lual!y to vent his Rage, 
Sent them fine Cloaths and anew Equipage j 
For then the fooiifh Sparks couragious grown, 
Set up for roaring Bullies of the Town j 
Muft go to riays, and in the Boxes fit, 
Then to a Whore, and live like Men of Wit 5 
'Till at the laft, their Coach and Horfes fpent. 
Their Cloaths grown dirty, and their Ribbons rem; 
Their Fortune chang'd, their Appetite the fame. 
And 'tis too late their Follies to reclaim. 
They muft turn Porters, or in Taverns wait. 
And buy their Pleafures at a cheaper rate i 
And 'midft their dirty Miftrefles and Wiycs, 
Lead out the reft of their miftakcn Lives. 
Never be too inqtiifitivc to find 
The hidden Secrets of auodier's Mind, 
For when you've torn one Secret frpm his Bicaft, 
you run gscac xif^uc of lofing all ^jie iciVi 
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.244 TVj^ Second Part of - 

And if he flrould unrmporroft'd impart 
His fecrn Thoughts, and rruft you wirh his He;4rt, 
: Let not your I>rii*king, Anger, Pirde or Loft, 
Xver invite you to betray the Truft. 
Firft never praife your own Defigns, and there 
Ne'er lefTen the Designs of other Men ; 
Nor when a Friend invites you any wheie. 
To fet a Partridge, or to chafe a Hare, 
Beg he'd excufe you for this onee, and fay, 
You muft go home, and {hjdy all the Day. 
^o 'twas that on^e ^mphron jealous grown. 
That Zethfs lov'd no Pleafures but his ewn j 
Was fore' d to giv« his Brother's Frien<fflup o*Cf, 
Or to refolve to rouch his Lyre no more 5 
He chofc the fafeft and the wifeft way> 
And to oblige his Brother, left his Play. 
Do you the fame, and for the felf-famcEn3, 
Obey your civil importuning Friend ; 
And when he leads his Dogs into 'the Plain, 
Quit your untimely Labours of the Brain, 
And leave your fcrious Studies, that you m^ 
Sup with an equal Plcafure on the Prey. 
Hunting's an old and honourabte Sport, 
Lov'd in rhe Country, and efteeni'd ar Court ; 
Healthful to th'Body, pleafing to the Eye, 
And praftis'd by our old Nobility : 
Who fee you love the Pleafures they admire. 
Will equally approve what you defirc 5 
Such Condcfcenikm will more Friendfltip guin-, 
Than the'bcft Rules which your wife Books contain. 
Talk not of others Lives, or have a care 
Of whom you talk, to whom, and what, and where j 
lor you dx)n't'only wound the Man you blame, 
But all Mankind J who will expeft the fame. 
Shun all inquifitive and curious M<n, 
For what they hear they will relate again j 
And hc-Tvhx) huth impatient craving Ears, 
liath a loofc Tongue to utter all he heai» ; 


And Wcidi, like th* moving Air of which they're 
When once Iciloofc, can never be rcclaim'd. [fram'dj 
Where you've acccfs to a rich pow'rflil Man, 
Govern your Mind with all the care you can j 
And be not by your fooliih Luft bctray'd. 
To court his Coulln, or debauch his Maid : 
Left with a little Portion, and the ptidc 
Of being to the Family ally'd, 
He gives you either j with which Bounty bleft. 
You muft quit all Pietcnilons to the reft i 
Or left, inceas'd at your Attempt, and griev'd 
You ihould abufe the Kindnefs you recciv'd; 
He coldly thwarts your impotent defire, 
*Till you at luft chiiTe rather to retire. 
Than tempt hi* Anger any morej and fo 
Lofe a great Patron, and a Miftrcfs too. 
Next have a care, what Men you recommend 
To th' Service or Efteem of your rich Fncnd j 
Left for his Service or Efteem unfit, 
They load you with the faults which tlicy commit. 
But as the wifeft Men with all their Skill 
May be deceiv'd, and place their Friend:hip ill : 
So when you fee you've ctr'd, you mnft refiifc 
To defend thofe whom their own Crimes accufe. 
But ifthiough Envy of malicious Men 
They b€ accui'd, you muft proteft them then. 
And plead their Caufc yout fclfj for when you fee 
Him you commend, attack'd with Infamy, 
Know that 'tis you they hate, when him ti;cy bJamej 
Him they have wounded, but at you they aim 9 
And when your Neighbour's Houfe is fet on Fitc, 
You muft his Safety as your own confpirc. 
Such hidden Fires, though in the Suburbs caft> 
Ncglei^ed, may confume the Town at laft. 
They who don't know the Daiv^ers, which attend 
The glittering Court of a rich pow'iful Friend ; 
love no Eftate fo much, and think they're bleft^ 
"When they tnikkc but a Leg amougft the reft > 
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246 The Secokb Part of 

But they who've try'd it, and with prudent Car^ 

T>o all its Honours, and its Ills cortiparc, 

Fear to engage, left with their Time and Pain, 

They lofe more Pleafure than they hop'd to gaiit^ 

See you, that while your Veflers under Sail, 

You make your heft Advantage of the Gale j 

Left the Wind changes, and fome ftormy Rain 

Should throw you back to your firft Port again. 

You muft endeavour to difpofe your Mind 

To pleafe all Humours of a different kind, j 

Whofe Temper's ferious, and their Humour {U4i 

They think all blithe and merry Men ate mad j 

They who are merry, and whofe Humour's iitt^f 

Abhor a fad and ferious Gravity; ^ 

They who are flow and heavy, can't admit 

The Friendfhip of a quick and ready Wit j 

The Slothful hate the bufie aftive Men, 

And are detefted by the Hime again. 

They whofe free Humour prompts tliem to be gayj 

To Drink all Night, and Revel all the Day, 

Abhor the Man, that can his Cups refufej 

Though his untimely Virtue to excufe. 

He fwears that one fuch merry drinking Feaft, 

Would make him Sick for a whole Week at leaft,' 

Suffer no Cloud to dwell upon your Brow, 

The modeft Men are thought obfcure and low; 

And they, who an affefted Silence keep. 

Are thought to be too rigid, fower and deep. 

Am-ongft all other things, do not omit 

To fearc:h the Writings of great Men of Wit, 

And in the Converfation of the Wife, 

In what true Happinefs and Pleafure lyes ; 

Which ar€ the fafeft Rules to live at eafe. 

And the beft way to make all Fortunes pleafe J 

Left through the craving Hopes of gaining morCj| 

And fear of lofing what you gain'd before, 

Youf poor unfatisfy'd mifguidcd Mind, 

To needy Wilhes, and falfe Joys confin'd, .-< 

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Puts Its frceboundlefs fearching Thoughts in Chains* 
And where u fought its rlcafure, finds its Pains. 
If virtuous Thoughts, and if a prudent Hciitt 
Be giv'n by Nature, or ohtnin'd by Art j 
" Icflens Circ, the Mind's unealie Pjin, 
And reconciles us to our fclves again j 
Which doth the rrueft Happinefs create, 
Unblemilh'd Honour, or a great Ellatci 
Or a fafe private Qiiiet, which betrays 
It felf to c;ifc, an4 cheats away the Days. 

When I ana at where my kind Fate 

Hath plac'd my little moderate Eftatc, 

Where Nature's care hath equally employ'd 

Its inward Treafures, and its outward Pride ; 

What Thoughts d'ye chink thofe eafie Joys infpiicj 

What do you think 1 covet and defire? 

'Tis, That I may but undifturb'd poilefs 

The llttl' 1 have, and, if Heaven pleafes, lefs ; 

That 1, to Nature and my felf, may give 

The little time that I have left to live 5 

Some Books, in which I fome new thoughts may find. 

To entertain, and to refreffi my Mind} 

Some Horfes, which may help me to partake 

The lawful Plcafures which the Seafons make i 

An ealle Plenty, which at leaft may fpare 

The frugal Pains of a Domeftick Care ; 

A Friend, if that a faithful Friend there be, 

Who can love fuch an idle Life, and mej 

Then, Heav'n, give mc but Life and Health, I'llfiiidU 

A grateful Soul, and a coiueuted Miud^ 



24^ The Seconb Pari »/ 

By Mr, Wolseley; 

F\eedom is a rtal Treafure, 
Love a, Dreamy all falfe md vairit 
6horti uneertain is the Pleafftrft 
Sftre and lafli^g is the Pain, 
K^i Jincere and tender Pajfisn 
Some ill Planet ovtr-rnles % 
^yih box;:! blind it Jnclinatitn ! 
Fate 4»d Women dott on Ftoh, 

I ...n \ ... J I 

Jn/wey'd hy 4/^. Wharton, 

WHcn Wits from Sighing turn to Railings 
111 Succefs pleads fomc ExcuTc j 
Always trying, cvpr failing. 
Will provoke xht 4ull?ft Mufe. 

Cupid a revengefql God is, 

Woe be to the Poet's Hca;t, 
Flannel Shirts an4 Wh^c-bone Bpdic« 

Are not prflof againft his Ds^rt, 

Jnother ANSWER. 

WH Y this talking ftill of Dying, 
\Vhy this difmal Look and Groan, 
Leave, fond Lover, leave yout Sighing, 

Let thefe fruitlefs Arts alone, 
Love*s the Child of Joy and Pleafurc, 
Bom of Beauty, nuxft witk Wit, 

Mrscrtt^i^Y Poems. 149 

Much amifs you take your Meaftit*, 

This duil \viHnmg w»y to hit. 
Tender Mauls you fright iroiu loving* 

By th'eft'cct rJxcy fee in you; 
If you would be nuJy moving, 

tagctly the Point purruc. 
Brisk and gay appear in Woing, 

Plciifant be if you would plcafe j 
All this Tallcing, and no Dowig, 

Will not Love, but Hate, inczcife. 

T/je Eighth Satyr of the Firft Book of 

By. Mr. Stafford. 

I Was, at firft, a piece of Fig-tree Wood, 
And long an hoccft Joiner pond'ring ftood. 
Whether he ihould employ his ihapmg Tool, 
To make a God of n\c, or a Joint- ftool ; 
Each Kno'o he weigh' d, on every Inch did plod. 
And rather chofe to torn nic to a God: 
As a Priapm heace 1 grew adot'd. 
The fear of ev'ry Thief, andev'ry Bird. 

The Raskals fron\ their pilfnng Tricks defift, 
And dread each wooden Finger of my Fift. 
The Kecds ftuck in my Cap the Peckers fright, -> 
From our new Orchards far they take their flight, >• 
And dare not touch a Pippin in my Sight. ^ 

When any of the Rabble did decc;ife. 
They brought 'em to this place to ftinfc in Peace. 
Unnoitom here the Snuffs of Kogues went out, 
'Twos once a common Grave for all the Kou^, 
Loole NomeniMitts left his Kiots here, 
Aud lewd PAntiilabHi forgot to )cex. 

2fo ^The Second Pa r t 'of 

Nor in thefe Pit-holes might they put a BOnC, '' 
Could lye beneath a Dunghil of its- Owm- - •• - 

But now the Ground for Slaves no more they tear^ 
Sweet are the Walks, and vital is the Air : 
Myrtle and Orange Groves the Eye delight, 
Where Sculls and Shanks did mix a ghaftly Sight.^ 

While here I ftand, the Guardian of theTrees; 
Not all the Jays are half the Grievances, 
As are thofe Hags, who diligent in ill, 
Are either poys'ning or bewitching ftill. 
Thefe I can neither hurt nor terrifie ; 
Eut'ev'ry Night, when once the Moon is high, 
They haunt thefe Allies with their Shrieks andGroans, 
And pick up baneful Herbs, and human Bones. 

I faw Camd'iA here, her Feet were bare. 
Black were her Robes, and loofe her flaky Hair j 
With her fierce Angaria, went ftalkiug round. 
Their hideous howlings fhook the trembling Ground, 
A Palenels, cafting Horror round the Place, 
Sat dead, and terrible on cithers Face. 
Theit impious Trunks upon the Earth they caft. 
And dug it with their Nails in frantick hafte. 
A cole-black Lamb then with their Teeth they tortfj 
And in the Pit they pour'd the reeking Gore: 
By this they force the tortur'd Ghofts from Hell, 
And Anfwers to their wild Demands compel. 

Two Images they brought of Wax, and Wool, 
The Waxen was a little puling Fool; 
A chidden Image ready ftill to skip. 
Whene'er the Woollen one but fnapt his Whip^ 
On Hecate aloud this Beldame calls, 
Tijiphone as loud the other bawls. 
A thoufand Serpents hifs'd upon the Ground, 
And Hell-hounds compafs'd all the Gardens round, 
Behind the Tombs, to fliun the horrid Sight, 
The Moon skulk'd down, or out of Hi ame or fright, 

May every Crow and Cuckow, if I lye, j 

Aim at my Crown as often as they i^y : ^ 

«Awi flCK^i mifs (I j:)sib tho' ac'ei fo hi^h, * 

MiscELl ANr Poems. 2jx 

M^y vllUin Jultusy and his raskjil Crew, 
Ufe me with juft fuch Ceremony too. 

But how much time and pjitiencc would it coft. 
To tell the Gabblings of each H'.ig and Gholl ? 
Or how the Earth the ugly Beldame fcrapes, 
And hides the Beards of Wolves, and Teeth of Snakes; 
Vhile on the Fire the waxen Image fries. 

Vext to the Heart to fee their Sorceries, 
My Ears torn with their bdlowing Sprights, my Guts, 
My Fig-tree Bowels, wiunbled at the SJuts. 
Mad for Revenge I gathcr'd all my Wind, 
And bounc'd, like fifty Bladders, from behind, 

Scar'd with the Noifc they fcudd away to Town, 
Vhile Saganas falfe Hair comes dropping down: 
Caniiiia tumbles o'er, for want of Breath, 
And fcatters from her Jaws iicr fet of Teeth j 
I almoft burft to fee their Labours croft, 
Their Bcncs, their Herbs, and all their Devils loft. 

yf;-/ O D E. Sung before King 
Charles II. on New-Years-Daya 

By Mr. J. Alleflry. 

A Rife, Great Monarch ; fee the joyful Day, 
Dreft in the glories of the Eaft, 
rrefumes to interrupt your facred Reft, 

Never did Night more willingly give way. 
Or Morn more chearfully appear, 
Big with the mighty tidings of a New-born Year, 
Blcft be that Sun, who in Time's fruitful Womb, 

Was to this noble Embaflie delign'd, 
To Head the Golden Troops. of Days co come, 
iioila^g'vl ingloiiouily behind. 

xfi 7^ SEcaxB Part of 

Ignobly in the Uft Y wis Throng to rife and (ct. 

In this 'tis happier £^s than M4y* 
Sioce to add Years is greater than to give a Uaj^ 

Ch may th^ hApf^y jOaj/.s cncruifty 
With SpaUs of Wat^ and Wealth of P.eact^ 
Till Time and ^ge fhaU f-woMovu^d be, 
Lofl in vafi Eternity,. 

Max Charles ne'er quit his facredTlnMe^ 
jHixnfelf fucceed himfelf alone^ 
^nti to lengthen out his Time^ 
TakSt God, from us and give to. him. 
That fo each WorJd a Charles m^y k^uyw^ 
lather ai(fvc and Son Lelovj, 
Hark, the Jocund Spheais renew 

Their chearful and melodious Song, 

While the glad Gods are pJeas'd to view 

The rich and painted throng 
Of happy Days, in their fair order march alon^ 

Move on, ye profperous Hours, move on, 

Finifii your Courfe fo well begun j 

Let no ill Oirieii darepropkane 

Your beauteous and harmonious Train, 
Or Jealouiies or foolilh Fears difturb you as you run, 

See, mighty Charles, how all the Minutes prefs. 

Each longing which Ihall firft appear j^ 

Since in this renowned Year, 

Not one but feels a fecret Happinefs, 
As big with new Events and fome unheard Sucocfs i 

See how our Troubles vanilh, fee 

How the tumultuous Tribes agree. 
Propitious Winds bear all our Griefs away. 

And Peace clears up the troubled Day. 

Not a Wrinkle, not a Scar 

Of Faftion or dilhoneft War, 
Jut Pomps aad Tii«mph& dcek the Noble f^lmd^r^ 

MiscELtANV Poems. ijj 

By Mr. D r y d en. 

STlxia the Fair, in th« Bloom of Fifteen, 
Felt an innocent Warmth , as fhc lay on the Green 5 
She had heard of a Plcafure, a«d foracthing (he gucrt 
By the towzing and tumbling and touching hex 
She faw the Men eager, but was at a Lofs, [Breaftj 
What they meant by their fighing, and kifiing lb 

By their praying and whining, [cioTcj, 

And clafping and twining;, 

And panting and wilhing, 

And iighing and kifllng, 

And Cghing and kifllng fo dofe;- 


Ah '. flie cry'd; ah for a langoifhihg Maid 
In a Country of Chriftiaus to die without aid ! 
Not a Whig, or a Tory, or Trimmer at leaft. 
Or a Proteftant Parfon, or Catholick Prieft, 
To inrtruct a young Virgin, that is at a Lofs, 
What they meant by their llghing, and kilting Co 
By their praying and whining, [ciofe I* 

And clafping and twining. 
And panting and wilhing, 
And iighing and kifllng. 
And iighing and kifling faclofe. 
Cupid in Shape of a Swain did appear, 
He faw the fad Wound, and in pity drew near. 
Then Ihow'dher his Arrow, and bid her not fear, 
For the Eain was no more than a Maiden may bear 5 
When the Balm was infus'd ihc was not at a Lofs, 
What they meiuit by their iighing, and killing Co 
By their praying and whining, [ciolje^ 

And clafping and twining. 
And panting and wilhing, 
And Iighing and kifling, 
And fighing and kilCng fo dofe,. 

^f4 '^^ Second Part (f 

The Epifode of the Death of Camilla, 
Tranflated out of the Eleventh Back oC. 


ON Death and Wounds Camilla looks with joy^ 
Freed from a Breaft, the fiercer to deftroy» 
Now, thick as Hail, her fatal Darts Ihe flings j 
The two-cdg'd Ax now on their Helmets rings. 
Her Shoulders bore Diana's Arms and Bow : 
And if, too ftrongly prefl:, fhe fled before a Foe, 
Her Shafts, rcvcrs'd^ did death and horror bear. 
And found the Rafh, who durft purfue the Fair, 
Near her fierce T«//.t, and Tarpeia ride. 
And bold Larina conquering by her fide. 
Thefe above all Camilla's Breafl: did fiiare j 
For Faith in Peace, and Gallantry in War. 
Such were the Thracian, yAmaz^onian Bands, 
"When firft they dy'd with Blood Thermodoons Sandl^ 
Such Troops Hippolyta her felf did head, 
And fuch the bold Penthejilea led. 
When Female fliouts alarm'd the trembling Fields, 
And glaring Beams fliot bright from Maiden Shields, 
■ Who, gallant Virgin, who by thee were flain? 
What gafping Numbers flrew'd upon the Plain ? 
Tliy Spear firft through Eumenim pafTage found j 
Whole torrents gulh'd out of his Mouth and Wound 5 
>^^ith gnaflxing Teeth, in pangs, the Earth he tore. 
And rowl'd himfclf, half delug'd, in his Gore, 

Then haplcfs Pagafus, and Lyns bleed: 
•The latter reining up his fainting Steed j 
•The firft as to his Aid he ftretch'd his Hand, 
Both at an inftant, headlong, itruck the Sand, 
Her Arm ^maftms next, and Tereas feel. 
U<hcii$bUows Uromii witii hex lifted Steel, 

Miscellany Poems. 2;^ 

Of all her Quiver not a Shaft was loft, 

Sut each attended by a Trojan Ghoft. 

Strong Orphitus, (in Arms unknown before,) 

In Battle an ^pnltan Courier bore. 

His brawny Back, wrapt in a Bullock's Skin, 

Upon his Head a Wolf did fiercely grin. 

Above the reft his mighty Shoulders lliow. 

And he looks down upon the Troops below: 

Him (and 'twas ealie, while his Fello\vs fled) 

She ftruck along, and thus ihe triumph'^S while he bled. 

Some Coward Game thou didlt believlto chace, 

But, Hunter, fee a Womsn ftops thy Race. 

Yet to requiring Ghofts this Glory bear, 

Thy Soul was yielded to Camilla's Spear. 

The mighty Bmes nevt receives her Lance, 
(While Breaft to Breaft the Combatants advance,) 
Clanging between his Armour's joints it rung, 
While on his Arm his ufelefs Target hung. 

Then from Orfilochus in Circle runs, 
And follows the Purfuer, while fhe fhuns. 
Por ftill with craft a narrow Ring flic wheels. 
And brings her felf up to the Chafer's Heels, 
Her Ax, regardlefs of his Prayers and Groans,. 
She craflies thro' his Armour and his Bones. 
Redoubled Stroaks the vanquifli'd Foe fuftains, 
His reeking Face befpatter'd with his Brains. 

Chance brought unhappy .Annus to the Place: 
Who flopping Ihort, ftar'd wildly in her Face. 
Of all to whom LigurtA Fraud imparts, 
While Fate allow'd that fraud, he was of iiibtlcft Arts 5 
Who, when he faw he cou'd not ihun the Fight, 
Strives to avoid the Virgin by his fleight j 
And cries aloud, What Courage can you fliow. 
By cunning Horfcmanfliip to cheat a Foe ? 
Forego your Horfc, and ftrive not to betray. 
Hut dare to combat, a more equal way ; 
'Tis thus we fee who merits Glory beft. 
$0 biav^di £cice Indiguatioa ^i:«s hex hiuiii 

Z^6 Tb» S ECOND Part©/ 

Difmounted ftom her Hoffe, in open Field, 
Now, firft (he draws her Sword, and lifts her Shield, 
He, thinking that his Cunning did fuccecd, 
Reins round his Horfe, and utges all his fpccd» 
His golden Rowels hidden in his Sides : 
When thus his ufclcfs Fraud the Maid derides : 
Poor Wnetch, that f.veirft with a deluding Pxidc^, 
In vain thy Country's little Arts are try'd. 
No more th©: Coward fhall behold his Sire ; 
Then plies ,her Feet, quick as the nimble Fire, 
And up befoxe his Horfc*s Head fhe fttaias y y. 
When feizing, with a furious Hand, his Reins, >• 
She wreaks her Fuiy on his fpouting^. Veins. "^ 

So, from a Rock, a Hawk foars high above. 
And in a Cloud with cafe o'extakes a Dovcj 
Jlis Poimces fo the grappled Foe afiail, 
And Blood and Feathers mingle in a Hail. 

Now Jove^ to whom Mankind is ftill in light^- 
With more than ufual Care beholds the Fight. 
And urging Tarthon on, to rage inlpires 
The, furious Deeds to which his Bload he fires. 
Hefpurs through Slaughter, and his failing Troopsr 
And with his Voice lifts every Arm that droops. 
He fhouts his Name in every Soldiers Ears : 
Reviling thus the Spirits which he cheats. 

Ye (hain'd, and ever branded Tyrrhene Race, 
From whence this Terror, and your Souls fo bafe ? 
When tendei Virgins triumph iu th£ Field, -j 

Let every brawny Arm let fall his Shield, C 

And bleak the coward Sword he d axe not wield. J 
Not thus you fly the daring She by Night j 
Nor Goblets, that your drunken Throats invite. 
This is your Choice, when with lewd Bacchanals, 
T're cairdby the fatSactifice,it waits not when it call*. 

Thus having (kid- 

He Spurs, with headlong Rage, among his Foes, 
As if he only had hi* Life to loft. 
And {neetiflg- Vtn$Um, hi&\ic clafps i 
Tke Aimoui dints beneath the j^uiious Giaf^s, 

MiscELLAMv Poems. ist 

Higb ftom his Hoife the fprawling Foe he rears. 
And thwart his Courfecs Neck the Prize he bears. 
Tbs Troiani (hout, the Larina turn their Eyes ; 
While fwift as lightning airy Turchon flies. 
Who breaks his Lance, and views his Armour round. 
To find where he might fix the deadly Wound; 
The Foe writhes doubling backward on the Horfc, 
And to defend his Throat oppofcs force to force. 
As when an Eagle high his courfe docs take. 
And in his griping Tallons bears a Snake, 
A thoafand Folds the Serpent cafts, and high [Sky,. 
Setting his fpcckled Scales, goes whittling thro' tht 
The fcarlefs Bird but deeper goars his Prey, 
An(i thro' the Clouds he cuts his airy Way. 
So from the midft of all his Enemies, 
Triumphant Tarchon fnateh'^d and bore his Frize.^ 
Th« Troops that fhrunk, with Emulation prefs 
To reach his Danger now, to reach at his Succcfs.. 

Then ^4rHus, doom'd in fpight of all his Art, 
Surrounds the nimble Virgin with his Dart. 
And, flily watching for his Time, would try 
To join his Safety with his Treachery. 
Where- e'er her Kagc the bold Camilla fends. 
There creeping ^rum filcntly attends. 
When, tir'd with conquering, (he retires from flghf» 
He Aeals about hisHorfe, and keeps her in his fight* 
In all her R.ounds from him ihe cannot pare. 
Who fliakes his treacherous, but inevitable Dart. 

Chlorcusy tiie Prieft of Crhtltt did glare 
In Phry^iaa Arms remarkable afar. 
A foaming Steed he rode, whofe hanches cafe, 
Like Feathers, Scales of mingled Gold and Brali. 
He, clad in foreign Purple, gaui'd the Foe 
With Cretan Arrows from a Lydan Bow. 
Gold was that Bow, and Gold his Heimrt too : 
Gay were his upper Robes, which loofely flew, 
liach Limb was cover'd o'er with fomcthing rai«» 
And as h« fought he gliftci'd cv'ry where* 

ijS The Second Part of 

Or that the Temple might the Trophies holi, 
Oi clfc to fhine her felf in Trojan Gold j 
Him the fierce ALiiid purfucs thro' all her Foes ( 
Regardlefs of the Life ihe did expofe : 
ilim Eyes alone, to other Dangers blind, 
And manly Force employs, roplcafe a Virgin'sMind. 

His Dart now ^runs, from his Ambufh, throws ^ 
And thus to Heav'n he fends his coward Vows, 

^polioy oh thou greateft Deity I 
Patron of bleft Soraciis^ and of me; 
(For we arc all thy own, whole Woods of Pine 
We heap in Piles, which to thy Glory fliine j 
And when we trample on the Fire, our Soles, 
By thee preferv'd, contemn the glowing Coals;} 
My mighty Patron make me wipe away 
The ihame of this difhonourable Day. 
Nor Spoils nor Triumph from the Deed I claimi| 
But truft my future Aftions with my Fame. 
This raging Female Plague but overcome. 
Let me return unthank'd, inglorious home. 

v^/'o//o heard, tohnlfhis Pray'r inclin'dc 
The reft he mingles with the fleeting Wind, 
He gives Camilla's Ruin to his Pray'r: 
To fee his Country, that was loft in Air. 
As finging o*er the Field the Jav'lin flies. 
Upon the Queen the Army turn their Eyes, 
But flie, intent upon her golden Prey, 
Nor minds, nor hears it cut the hilling way, 
'Till in her Side it takes its deadly reft ; 
And drinks the Virgin Purple of her Breaft. 
The trembling ^rnaz.ons run to her Aid, 
Aod in their Arms they catch the falling Maid, 
More quick than they the frightned Cruris flicj,. 
And feels a. Terror mingled with his Joys. 
He trufts no more his Safety to his Spear ; 
Ev*n her expiring Courage gives him f<:ar. 

So runs a Wolf fmear'd with Ibme Shepherd'sBlood^ 
And ftiives to gain the (helrcr of a Wood^ 

Miscellany Poems. 25^ 

Before the Darts his panting fides alTaiJ, 

And claps between his Legs his ihiv'ring Tail ', 

Confcious of tiic audacious bloody Deed, 

As .^runs fceks his Troops ftrctch'd on his fpecd. 

Where in their Centre, quaking, he attends, 

And skulks behind the Targets of his Friends. 

She ftrives to draw the Dart, but wcdg'd among 
Her Ribs, deep to the Wound the Weapon clung j 
Then fainting rouls in Death her doling Eycs> 
While from her Checks the chcarful Beauty flies. 
To ^aa thus (he breaths her laft of Breath : 
-^cca that fhar'd with her in all, but Death : 
Ah Friend! you once have feen me draw the Bow^ 
But Fate and Darknefs hover round me now. 
Make haftc to Ththus, bid him bring with fpecd 
His frefli Referves, and to my Charge fuccced, 
Cover the City, and repel the Foe. 
Thus having faid, her Hands the Reins forego j 
Down from her Horfe Ihe links, then gafping lies 
In a cold Sweat, and by degrees (he dies ; 
Her drooping Neck declines upon her Breaft, 
Her fwimming Head with Slumber is oppreft ; 
The lingring Soul th' unwelcome Doom receives, 
And murm'ring with Difdain, the beauteous Body' 

fo my H E A R t. 

WHAT ail'ft thou, oh thou trembling Thing," 
To Pant and Languilh in my Breaft, 
Like Birds that fain wou'd try the callow Wing, 

And leave the downy Neft ? 
Why haft thou Hll'd thy felf with Thought, 

Strange, new, fantaftick as the Air ? 
Why to thy Teaceful Empire haft thou biouglit 
That icftlcfs Tyrant, Care ? 

^^o The Secokd Part of 

But oh ! alas, I ask in vain ; 
Thou aafwef'ft nothing ba^k again. 
But in foft Sighs <-4myntor*s Name. 

Oh thou Betrayer of my Liberty, 

Thou fond Deceiver, what's the Youth to thccT 
What has he done, what has he faid. 
That thus has conquer'd or bctray'd ? 

He came and faw, but *twas by fuch a Light 
As fcarce diftinguifht Day from Nightj 
Such as in thick-grown Shades is found, 
When here and there a piercing Beam 

Scatters faint fpanglM Sun-ihinc on the Gtoiujd, 

And cafts about a melancholy Gleam } 
But fo obfcure, I couM not fee 
The charming Eyes that wounded thee.i 
But they, like Gems, by their own Light 

Betray'd thcii vajue through the Gloom pf Night. 

I felt thee heave at every Look, 
And ftop my Language as I fpoke. 
1 felt thy Blood fly upward to my Face, 

While thou unguarded lay, 
yielding to every Word, %0 evejy Grace, 
Fond to be made a Prey. 
I left thee watching in my Eyes, 
A«d lift'ning in my Ear, 
Difcovcring Weakqefs in thy Sighs, 
Uneafie with thy Fear: 
Suffering Imagination to deceive, 
\ found thee willing to believe. 
And with the treacherous Shade confplie, 
To let into thy fclf a dangerous Fire. 

Ah foolifh Wanderer, fay, what would*^ft thou do> 
If thou fhould*ft find at fecond View, 
That ail thou fancieft now were true? 
If thou fhould'ft find by Day thofe Charms, 

Which thus obfciv'd threaten undoing Harms %.- 

Miscellany Poems. 261 

-If thou fhouUi'ft find th;it awful Mien 

Not rhcEffcas offirft Addrcfs, 
tJor of my Coaverfitioii difeftecm. 

Bile noble native SaUcunefs j 
If thou ihould'ft find that foft good-natur'd Voice 

(UnnsM to Infolence iiud Moile) 

Still thus ;idorn'd with Modcfty, 
And his Mind's Virtues with his Wit agree; 

Tell me, thou forward hivilh Foo], 

VhAt Rc:ifon cou'd thy Fate coatioul. 

Or five the RuLa of thy Soul? 

Cenfe then to langiufh for the comlog Day, 
That may dired his wand'ring Steps that way. 
When I again Ihail the lov'd Form furvey. 

C A T o 'j Anfiver to L a b i e N u S, 

ijjhen be advis*d him to confult the 
Grade c/ Jupiter Ammon. 

Bc'tKg a Paraphrajifcal Tranjlation of part of 
the Ninth Book of Lucan, beginning at 

•-——^^liidc^ujiri^ Laifiene. juSes, 5cc. 

By Mr. Wolsel ey. 


WHAT (liou'd I ask my Friend, which bcft wou'd 
To live inflav'd, or thus in Arms die free? 
If any Force cai\ Honour's Price abate? 
Or Virtue bow beneath the Blows of Fate ? 
If Fonune's Threats a fteady Soul difdains? 
Or if the Joys of Life be worth the Pains? 
If it our Happiuefs at all import 
Whether the fooHfh Scene be long or fhortJ 

26i The Second Part of 

If when we do but aim at noble Ends 

Th* Attempt alone immortal Fame attends ? 

If for bad Accidents, which thickeft prefs ^ 

On Merit, we ftiou'd like a good Caufe lefsj ^ 

Or be the fonder of it for Succefs ? ^ 

All this is clear, wove in our Minds it fticks. 

Nor ^mmofi, nor his Priefts, can deeper fix j 

"Without the Clergy's venial Cant and Pains 

God's nevet-fruftratc Will holds ours in ChainS; 

Nor can we aft tut what th' All-wife ordains : 

Who needs no Voice, nor perifhing Words, to aw 

Our wild Defires, and give his Creatures Law, 

"Whate'er to know, or needful was or fir, 

In the wife Frame of Human Souls 'tis writj 

Both what we ought to do, and what forbeatj 

He, once for all, did at our Births declare. 

But never did he feek out Defart Lands, 

To bury Truth in unfrequented Sands j 

Or to a corner of the World withdrew, 

Head of a Seft, and partial to a few. 

Nature's vaft Fabrick is his Houfe alone, [ThroneJ 

This Globe his Foot-ftool, and high Heav'n his 

In Earth, Air, Sea, and in whoe'er excels. 

In knowing Heads and honeft Hearts he dwells. 

Why feek we then among thefe barren Sands, 

In narrow Shrines, and Temples built with Hands, 

Him, whpfe dread Presence does all Places fill? 

Or look but in ourReafon for his Will ? 

Ail we e'er faw is God! in all we find 

Apparent Prints of the eternal Mind. 

Let floating Fools their Courfe by Prophets -ftecr^ 

And always of the future live in fear j 

No Oracle, or Dream the Croud is told, 

Can make me more or lefs refolv'd and bold: 

But furer Death, which equally on all. 

Both on the Coward and the Brave muft fall. 

This faid, and turning with diTdain about, 

He left fcorft'd ^4mmon to the vulgar Routo 

Miscellany Poems. 263 
J Letter to Sir Fleetwood Shepherd, 

By Mr. P r y o r. 

AS once a Twelve-Month to the Pricfl, 
Whom feme cull Tope, forac Amichtift, 
The Spatrjh King prc.'cnts a Gennct, 

To fliow his LovCi That's all that's in it: 

For if his Holinefs wou'd thump 
His rev'rend Bum 'gainft Hoife's Rump, 
He might be cquipt from his own Stable, 
With one more white, and eke more able. 

Or as with Gondola's and Men, his 
Good Excellence, the Duke of Venice, 
(1 wilh for Khime 't had been the King) 
Sails out, and gives the Gulpli a Ring ; 
Which Tiick of State he wifely maintains 
Keeps Kindncfs up 'twixt old Acquaintance; 
For elfe, in honcft Truth, the Sea much Icfs need of Gold than he. 

Or, not to Rove, and pump ones Fancy 
For Popilh Similes beyond Seas 
As Folks, fiom Mud-wall'd Tenement, 
Bring Landlords Pepper-Corn for Rent, 
Prcfcnt a Turkey, or an Hen, 
To thofe might bettei fpare them Tenj 
Ev'n lo, with all Submiflion, I 
(For firft Men inftance, then apply ;) 
Send you each Year a homely Letter, 
Who may return me much a better. 

Then take it, Sir, as it was writ. 
To pay Refpc(ft, and not Ihow Witj 
Nor look a-bkew at what it faith : 
There's no Petition in it Faith, 

Here Ibmc wou'd fcratch their Heads, and try 
Wliat they fliott'd wiitC; and how, and why ; 

2^4 The Second Part ef 

But I conceive fuch Folks are quite in 

Jliftakcs, in Theory of Writing, 

J£ once for Principle *ris lAid, 

That Thought is Trouble to the Head ; 

I argue thus: The World agrees 

"That he writes well who writes with Eafe j 

Then he, by Sequel Logical, 

Writes beft who never thinks at all. 

Verfe comes from Heav'n, Iflce inward Light, 

Meet Human Pains <ran' ne'er come 'by't: 

The God, not we, the Poem nmkesf 

We only tell Folks what he fpeaks. 

Hence, when Anatomifts ^ifcourfe 

How like Brutes Organs are to ours. 

They grant, if higher Powers think fit, 

A Bear might foOn be made a Wit. 

And that, for any thing in Nature, 

Pigs might fqueak Love-Odes, Dogs bark Satyr, 

Memnon, tho' Stone, was counted Vocal, 
But 'twas the God mean while that fpoke all ; 
Tyome oft has heard a Crofs haranguing. 
With prompting Prieft behind the H angling j 
The Woioden Head refolv'd the Queftion, 
While you and Petrys hclpt the Jeft on. 

Your crabbed Rogues that read Lucretius 
Are againft Gods, you know, and teach us. 
The God makes not the Poet, but 
The The/Is, Xfict-verfA put, 
Shou'd Hebrevj-vjife be underftood. 
And means, the P0et Makfs the God. 

t/£gyptiAn Gard'ncis thus are faid, to 
Have fet the Leeks they after pray'd to; 
And T{cmip} Bakers praife the Deity, 
They chipp'd, while yet in its Panicty j 
That when you Poets fwear and cry. 
The God infpires, 1 rave, I die ; 
If inwatd Wiiwt does truly fwell you 
*T trmSt be t4>c Ch-oiick i« youxBeUy. 


Miscellany Poems. 265- 

That Writing is but juft like Dice, 
And lucky Mains make People wife j 
That jumbled Words, if Fortune throw 'cm. 
Shall well as Dryden form a Poem; 
Or make a Speech correft and witty. 
As you know who at the Committee. 

So Atoms dancing round the Center, 
They urge made all things at a venture. 

But granting Matters Ihou'd be fpokc 
By Method, rathci than by Luck, 
This may confine their younger Stiles, 
\\'hom Dnden Ptdagognti at Will's i 
But never cou'd be meant to tie 
Authcntick Wits, like you, and I : 
For as young Children, who are ty'd in 
Go- Can?, to keep their Steps from fiiding. 
When Members knit, and Legs grow ftrongcr. 
Make ufe of fuch .Machine no longer j 
But leap fro lio:rut and fcout 
On Horfe call'd Huhht, or without : 
So when, at School, we firft declaim, 
Old Uuib} walks us in a Theme, 
Whofe Props fupport our Infant Vein, 
And help the Rickets in the Brainj 
But when our Souls their force dUate, 
And Thoughts grow up to Wit's Eftatc, 
In Verfc or Prole we write ©r chat. 
Not Sixpence matter upon what. 

'Tis not how well an Author fays. 
But 'tis how much that gathers Praife 

T r., who is himfelf a Wit, 

Counts Writers Merits by the Sheer. 
Thus each Ihou'd down with all he thinks. 
As Boys eat Bread to fill up Chinks. 

Kind Sir, I fliou'd be glad to fee you, 
1 hope you're well, fo God be wi' you, 
^'as all 1 thought at fiift to write j 
' But Things fiace then aic alter'd quite : 

Voi. IL N 

<i,6(^ The Second Part of 

Fancies flow in, and Mufe flies high, 
So God knows when my Clack will lie: 
I mufl:, Sir, prattle on as afore, 
And beg your Pardon yet this half-hcur. 

So at pure Barn of loud Non-Con, 
Where with my Granam I have gone. 
When Lobbh^d fifted all his Text, 
And I well hop'd the Pudding nextj 
Novo to apply, IvAS plagu'd me more. 
Than all his Villain; Cant before. 

For your Religion firft, of her 
Your Friends do fav'ry things aver; 
They fay Ihc's honefl: as your Claret, 
Not four with Cant, nor ftum'd with Merit; 
Your Chamber is the fole Retreat 
Of Chaplains every Su-nday Night; 
OfGrace no doubt a certain fign, 
"When Lay-man herds with Man Divine, 
For if their Fame he juftly great. 
Who wou'd no Popip^ Nuncio treat: 
That his is greater we muft grant. 
Who will treat Nuncio's Proteftant, 
One fingie Pofitive weighs more. 
You know, than Negatives a fcore. 

In Politicks I hear you're ftanch, 
Direftly bent againft the French, 
Deny to have your free-born Toe 
Dragoon'd into a wooden Shooe; 
Are in no Plots, but fairly drive at 
The publick Welfare in your private: 
And will for Engiancfs Glory try, 
Turks, Jews, and Jefuits to defie, 
And keep your Places 'till you die. 

For me, whom wand'ring Fortune threw 
From what I lov'd, the Town and you. 
Let me juft tell you how my Time is 

Taft in a Country Life. Imprimis, 

As foon as Phoebus Rays infped us, 
Firft, Sir, 1 read, and ihen 1 Bieakfaftj 

Miscellany Poems. 267 

$0 on, *till 'forefaid God does fct, 
I fometimcs ftudy, fomcrimes eat : 
Thus of your Heroes, and brave Boys, 
With whom old Homer makes fuch Noi{c, 
The greateft Adions I can find, 
Arc that they did their Woik, and din'd. 
The Books of which I'm chiefly fond. 
Arc fuch as you have whilomc con'd, 
That treat of Chin^i's Civil Law, 
And Subjcfts Riglits in Golconda, 
Of High-way Elephants at Cey/an 
That rob in Clanns, like Men o'th' Highland-, 
Of Apes that ftorm or keep a Town, 
As well almoft, as Count Lduz.une j 
Of Unicorns and Alligators, *> 

Elks, Mermaids, Mummies, Witches, Satyrs, r 
And twenty other ftranger Matters. 
Which though they're Things I've no concern iiJj 
Make all our Grooms admire my Learning. 

Criticks I read on other Men, 
And Hypers upon them again 3 
from whofe Remarks I give Opinion 
On twenty Books, yet ne'er look iji one. 
Then all your Wits that Hear and fliam, 
Down from Don ^ix-ot to To)?i. Tram ; 
From whom I Jefts and Punns purloin. 
And flily put 'em off for mine: 
Pond to be thought a Country Wit. 
The reft — when Fate and you think fit. 

Sometimes I climb my J\Iare, ;tnd kick her 
To bottled Ale, and neighbouring Vicar: 
Sometimes at Stamford take a Qiiarr, 

S(]mrc Shepherd'; Heai:h With all my Heiut, 

Thus, without much Delight, or Grief, 
1 fool away an Idle Life, 
'Till Shadwell from the Town retires, 
(Choak'd up with Fame and Sea-coal Fixes) 

N i 

268 The Second Part ^ 

To blefs the Wood with peaceful Lyiickj 
Then hey for Priiife and Panegyiick 5 
Jufticc reftor'd, and Nations freed, 
And Wreaths lound William's glorious Hca3^ 

Burleigfjt May I4. 1685. 

SONG ef B A S S E T. 

By Sir Geocgs Ethericigc 

LE T Equipage and Drefs defpaifj 
Since Bajfet is come in, 
Jor nothing can oblige the Fait 
Like Money and Morine. 

Is any Countefs in diftrefs 

She flies not to the Beau, 
'Tis only Cony can redrcfs 

Her Grief with a 'B^hUau, 

3y this bewitching Game betrayed. 

Poor Love is bought and fold : 
And that which (hould be a free Tradc> 

Is now in^tofs'd by Gold. 

Iv'n Scnfe is brought into difgrace, 

Where Company is met j 
'=£)r lilent ftands, or leaves the Place, 

While all the Talk's "Bajfet. 

Why, Ladies, will you ilake your Hearts, 

Where a plain Cheat is found? 
iS'ou firft are rookt out of thofc Darts 

That gave youi fdves the Wouad. 

M I S C E LL A N Y P O E xM S. l6i) 

The Time, which (hould be kindly lent 

To Plays and witty Men, 
In waiting for a Knave is fpenf, 

Or wilhing for a Ten. 

Stand in defence of your own Charms, 

Throw down tliis Favorite, 
That threatens with his dazling Arms 

Your Beauty and your Wit. 

What Pity 'tis, thofe conquering Eye?) 

Which all the World fubdue, 
Should, while the Lover gazing dies, 

Be only on ^l^ae. 

A Prologue to Satyr. 

To that prodigious height of Vice we're grown, 
Both in the Courr,the Theatre, and Town, 
That 'tis of late bcliev'd, nay fix'd a Rule, 
Whoever is not vicious, is u Fool : 
Hifs'd at by old and young, dcfpis'd, oppreft. 
If he be not a Villain like the reft. 
Virtue and Truth are loft : Search for good Men, 
Among ten Thoufand you will fcarce rind Ten. 
Halfwits, conceited Coxcombs, Cowards, Braves, 
Bafc Flatt'rers, and the endlcfs fry of Knaves, 
iops. Fools, and Pimps, wc ev'xy where may llnd; 
And not to meet 'em is to Ihun Mankind. 
The other Sex too, whom we all adore, ^ 

When fcarch'd we ilill hnd rotten at the Core, C 
An old dry Bawd, or a young juicy Whore: J 

Their Love all falfe, tiicir Virtue but a Name, 
And nothing in 'em conftant, but their Shame. 
What Satyrift then that's honell can fit ilill, 
A-id uncoacern'd fee fucli a Tide of Hi, 
N 3 

17^ '^^^ Second Part of 

With an impetuous Force o'erflow the Age, 
And not ftrive to reftiain it with his Rage; 
On Sk»'s vaft Army feize, Wing, Rear, and Van, 
And, like impaitial DeaiJi, not fpare a Man? 
For where, alas I where is that mighty He, ^i 

That is from Pride, Deceit, and Envy free, > 

Or rather is not tainted with all three ? ^ 

Mankind is criminal, their A(ft.s, their Thoughts^ 
'Tis Charity to tell 'em of their :faults, 
And fliow their Failings in a faithful Glafs ; 
For who wont mend who ^t^s himfelf an Afs? 
And this Dcfign 'tis that employs my Mufe, -v- 

That for her daily Theam flie's proud to chuft ^ 
A Theam that Hie'll have daily need to ufe, S 

Let other Poets flatter, fawn, and write. 
To get fome Guineas and a Dinner by't: 
Such mercenary V/retches, fliould they ftarve. 
They meet a kinder Fate than they defervc. 
But fhe cou'd ne'er cringe to a Lord for Meat, 
Or praife a profperous Villain, tho' he's great; 
Quite contrary her Praftice fhall appear, 
Unbrib'd, impartial, pointed, andfevere: 
That way my Nature leads, compos'd of Gall, 
I muft write Iharply, or not write at all, 

Tho' Thyrsis wings the Air in tow'ring Flight*^ 
And to a wonder Panegyrick writes, 
Tho' he is ftill exalted and fublimc. 
Scarce to be match'd by paft or prefent: Time j 
Tho' fmooth and lofty all his Lines appear. 
The Thoughts all noble, the Expreffion clear, 
With Judgment, Wit, and Fancy, fhlning 

where ; 

Yet what Inftruftion can from hence accrue? 
'Tis Flatt'ry all ; too fulfome to be true. 
Urge not, for 'tis to vindicate the Wrong, 
It caufes Emulation in the Young, 
A Thirft to Fame, while fome high Ad they read^ 
That prompts 'em to the fame Romantick Deed, 

jar, C 
ev'ry f" 

Miscellany Poems. 271 

A3 if fomc pow'iful Magick lay in Rhimes, 
That made 'em braver than at other times. 
'Tis falfc and fond; Hero's may hufl' and light; 
Kut who can merit fo as he can write ? 
To fay a Glow-worm is the Morning Star, 
And that it may with Ciife be fcen as far, 
Were nioft ridiculous; fo far from Truth, 
It juftly wou'd deferve a fnarp Reproof 
That Slave is more to blame, whofo hireling Ten 
Calls Knaves and Coxcombs wiledeferving Men; 
Says t!ie rank Bawds arc all with Swecrnefs grac'd, 
^Courtiers all iuil, and all Court-Strumpets ch^ifte. 
If to be prais'd does give a Alan pretence ^ 

To Glory, Learning, Honefty and Senfe, > 

Cromvjell had much to fay in his Defence : ^ 

Who, tho' a Tyrant, which all Ills comprize. 
Has been extoll'd and lifted to the Skies. 
Whilft Living, fuch was the Applaufc he gave, 

VN'nuit L.iving, lucn was tne Appiau-.c ne gave, -^ 
Counted High, Princely, rious, Juft, and Brave; > 

Anf+ tnffVi V nrnrr.iiimc iviircrl fn Kic r^rjT/» ' 

And with Encomiums waited to his Grave. 
Who then wouM give this for a Poev's Praife, 
Which rightly underftood docs but debafc, 
And blaft the Reputation it wou'd raife? 
Hence 'tis, and =tis a PuniHimcnt that's fit, 
They are contemn' d and fcorn'd by Men of Wit. 
*Tis true fome Sots may nibble at their Praife, 
And think it great to ftand i'th' Front of Plays j 
Tho' moft to that Stupidity are grown, 
They wave their Patron's Praife to write their own? 
And yet they never fail of their Rewards; 
And faith in that I cannot blame the Bards. 
If Coxcombs wilUbe Coxcombs, let 'cm rucj 
If they love Flatt'ry let 'em pay* for't too. 
'Tis one fure Method to convince the Elves, 
They fpare my Pains, and Satyrizc thcmfelvc?. 

In fliort, nought helps like Satyr to amend, > 
While in huge Volumes Motley Priefts contend, ^ 
And let their vain Difpntcs ne'er have an end : -* 
N 4 

272. The Seconb Part of 

They plunge us in. thofe Snares we clfe ihou'd fhun 3 
Like Tinkers, make ten Holes in mending one. 
Our dearefl Friends too, tho* they know our Faults, 
For Pity or for Shame conceal their Thoughts j 
While we, who fee our Failings not forbid, 
Loofciy run on in the vain Paths we did. 
'Tis Satyr then that is our trueft Friend ; 
For none, before they know their Faults, can mend; 
That tells us boldly of our fouleft Crimes, - 
Reproves ill Manners, and reforms the Times. 
How am I then to blame, when all I write 
Is honcft Rage, not Prejudice or Spite ? 
Trurii is my Aim, with Truth 1 fhall impeach i 
And I'il Ipaie none that comes within its reach. 
On then, my Mufe, the World before thee lyes, 
And iafh the Knaves and Fools that I defpife. 

"The Forsaken Mistress: 

A Dialogue between P H y L L I S ancLi 

By sir George Etheridge. 

p H r L L I S. 

TELL me, gentle Strephon, why 
You from my Embraces fly ? 
Does my Love thy Love deftroy ? 
Tell me, I will yet be coy. 

Stay, O ftay, and I will feign 
(Though 1 break my Heart) Difdainj. 
But left 1 too unkind appear. 
For ev'ry Frown I'll (hed a Tear. 

And if in vain 1 court thy Love, 
Let mine, at leaft, thy Pity move : 
Ah I while I fcorn, vouchfafe to woOj 
Methiflks yoamay diffembLe too. 

Miscellany Poems. 273 

S T \E P H N.. 

Ah ! Pf^yl/is, that you would contrive 
A way to keep my Love alive ; 
But all your other Charms miift fail, 
WJien Kindncfs ccafcs to prevail. 

Alas I no leCs than you, I grieve, 
My dying Flame has no Reprieve j 
For 1 can never hope to find, 
Shou'd all the Nymphs 1 court, be kind, 
One Beauty able to renew 
Thofe Plcafurcs 1 enjoyM in you j 
When Love and Youth did both confpirc 
To fill our Breads and Veins with fire. 

'Tis true, fonie other Nymph may gain 
That Heart which merits your Difdains 
But fecond Love has ftill allay, 
The Joys grow aged, and decay. 
Then biame me not for lofing more 
Than Love and Beauty can reftore j 
And let this Truth thy Comfort prove, 
I wou'd, but can no longer love. 

The Nature of Women^ 

ji Tranflation of Part of the Fourth 
Eclogue of Mantuan. 


TocmneHm ftrvile genus, crudele fui>trbum. 

YE facred Nymphs oi Libethrahthy, 
While you, Folyrfjtiia, prompt my xMemory j 
And all the xci\ intpirc my weaker Tongue, 
Lcil NVonuii fh^iU coinpl;un 1 do hcF V\ rong, 

M 5 

274 ^^^ S E C N p Pa R T of 

Woman, that Slave to her own Appetite, 
That docs in nothing Juft or Good delight. 
In vain would Man piefcribc Laws to the Fool,. 
V/hofe Cruelty and Pride's her only Rule; 
Who ne'er confiders what is wrong or right, 
But all flie does is pure Defign and Spite. 
When flic fliouM Run, flie's apteft to fit ftii]. 
Ready to Fly to contradid your Will; 
Her Temper fo extravagant we find. 
She hates, or is moft troublefomly kind. 
Wou'd flie be grave, ihe then looks like a Devil j 
And like a Fool, or Whore, when flie'd be civil. 
Can fmile or weep, be foolifli or feem wife. 
Or any thing, fo fiie may tyrannize. 
What flie will now, anon flic will not do; 
Had rather crofs her felf, than not crofs yoa. 
She has a prattling, vain, and double Tongue, 
Inconftant, roving, and loves nothing longi 
Imperious, bloody, fo made up of Paflion, 
She is the very Firebrand of a Nation: 
Covetous, wicked, and not fit to truft> 
And covetous to fpend it on her Luft. 
Her Paflions are more fierce than Storms of Wind, 
The heavy Yoke and Burden of Mankind. 
Where-e'er flie comes, flie Strife with her docs bring; 
Her Life is but one entire Goflipping; 
At which with endlefs Talking drunk flic grows. 
And round about her Lies and Slanders thrown. 
When flie is young, Ae whores her felf for Sport, 
And when fhe's old, flie bawds for her Support j 
And In her Bawding no Exception makes. 
But a good Price for her own Daughter takes :; 
Who well inftr->£ted in her Mother's Tricks, 
Make her but Miftrefs of a Coach and Six, 
Of the demureft Saint flie'll turn a Bitch, 
Deny you nothing, to be Great and Rich. 
Philters and Charms, the Devil himfcif employ^, 
Rathci than not, what flic defircs, enjoy. 

Miscellany Poems. 27; 

she Is A Snare, a Shambles, and a Stews j 

Her Meat and Sauce flie does for Lcacheiy chufei 

And does in Lazinefs delight the more, 

Bccaufe by that die is provok'd to whovc. 

Her Beauty and her Tongue fervc both one end, 

Firll: to infnare, and then betray her Friend. 

Siie may defer the Puniflimcnt Ihe gives, 

But ne'er forget an Injury flie receives. 

Ungrateful, treach'rous, eavioufly enclin'd : p 

Wild Beaftsarc tam'd, Floods cafier far confin*d, ^ 

Than is her (lubborn and rebellious Mind. -^ 

Sh' exclaims, reproaches one Friend to anorlier. 

And Ipares not her Father or her Mother. 

Delights in all the Milchiefs fhe can do j 

Breaks all the Bonds of Love and Duty too. 

Falfe to her Promifes and her bell: Friends, 

Oblig'd by nothing but her own bale Ends. 

Deludes, defames you with her fubtle Tricks, 

'Till fomcthing on your Reputation fticks. 

Thefe are her Virtuesj and her only Fears 

Are tJiat flie lliall not fet you by the Ears : 

'Tis to that purpofc her falfe Tongue's cmploy'dj 

If whifp'ring will not do't, fhe talks aloud: 

Will fpare no Pains to fpeak in your Difpraife, 

And can a Mole-hill to a Mountain laife; 

Hide Mifchiefs where they are, find \-m. whcre's none. 

And as Time fervcs, alter hec Looks aiul Tone. 

Would'ft thou on Quick-fand for thy fafery walk J 

Converfe with Woman, and believe her Talk, 

Wolild'll thou a Serpent in thy Bol'om bear? 

Then hug the Sorccrefs, entertain her tiicrc. 

If all her Arts and Induftry fliou'd fail 

To ruin thee, her Malice wou'd prevail. 

If poflible, thy Scnlcs fhc'll fuiprilc. 

And even cuckold thee before thy Eyes j 

And yet with Modefty the fad vvould paint j 

Has at her Beck the Devil anJ tlis [true, 

When't fervcs her turn, ftie'U make things faltcfeciu 

And Tmths foi FalHioods will impofc on you 3 

276 The Segonb Part of 

And by the Serpent taught, when ^dam fell,. 
Has learnt t' out-do the blackcft Arts of Hell. 
Thcfe fad Examples which I here produce 
Serve to confirm they will no Crimes refufe ; 
And that fuch Deeds as Cruelty wou'd flmn, 
Have by their Hands, or for their fakes been done. 
Tempted by Bracelets which King Tullns wore, 
(Bcfides an itching which (he had to whore) 
Tarpeta once the Capitol did fell -\ 

To the proud Foe, by whofe own Sword flie fell, > 
And for her Treafon was rewarded well, ^ 

HelUn that follow'd the Adulterer, 
'Twixt Greece and Troy fomented lafting War : 
For twice five Years the deadly Feud had burn'd, 
When conqucr'd Troy was into Aflies turn'd. 
Semiramis, whofc Hands in Blood were cloy'd, 
With murdering all the Men fhe had injoy'd. 
To fet her petty Luxuries off the more, 
foxNinus burn'd, who ftabbM th' inceftuous Where. 
The cruel Bellides at Night did flay 
Th' unhappy Bridegrooms in their Bofoms lay. 
But here a Miracle I may declare, -> 

The only Mercy of the Sex we hear, ^ 

One of the fifty did her Husband fpare. •'' 

Such are their Mercies which we are to truft j 
So dangerous is a Woman^s Hate and Luft. 
"Xebecca did with Venfon Ifaac treat. 
Women fecm kindeft when they mean to cheat. 
And fo the poor dini-fighted Man deceiv'd. 
And Efau of the Bleffing fhe bereav'd. 
Our Mother Eve, to pleafe her liquorilh Tafte, 
Did out of Paradife old ^dam caft : 
And they'll all help to damn us at the laft. 
Shepherds, 1 do conjure you by my Love, 
And by the Rural Gods of ev'ry Grove, 
As you dcfire your tender Flocks fiiou'd thrive, 7 
Or you your felves in Peace and Safety live, P 
That thefc loofe Cattle fiom youi Hwds y ou diivc. ^ 


JhefiytiSi Pfjyliisj and inconftant CbUris^ 

h'exra, Gdlatea^ and Lycor/s i 

Let 'cm live like the unregarded Throng, 

No more the Subjcft of your Vcrfc and Songj 

On whofe Injufticc you in vain exclaim'd : 

"What Woman e'er had Grace to be reclaim'd ?- 

1 now grown old, by long Experience wife, ^ 

Can fct things paft, to come before your Eyes, ^ 

And from their Cheats can pluck off the Difguifc."^ 

If IcfTer Birds the Eagle's Tallons fliun, 

If Stags thofc Gins by which they arc undone, 

If Sheep their Enemy the Wolf avoid, 

And Deer the Hounds by which they are dcftroy*d}> 

Shepherds, why do you not with Horror fly 

Piom Woman, your more mortal Enemy?. 

In her the Crocodile yon may difccra ; 

Of her the Hyena, may Subtlety learn. 

When fhe intrcats you gently with her Eyes, "% 

And to make furcr of you, fawns and cries, > 

Perdition hirks beneath the fair Difguife. ^ 

With thcfe Decoys deluded Man fhe takes, 

And to iict boundlefs Will a Vaflal makes. 

No Rcfc.'ution, Virtue, Strength or Power 

Truft, to fecure thee from a dangerous Whore. 

Although in Perfeus Armour thou wert clad, 

Didft tho» come near her,l fiiou'd think thee mad 

She har more Charms than e'er Medafa hfKl : 

And dungles on her Brcaft no Lock of Hair, 

But what'i more fatal than thofe Serpents were. 

Some havekiird Monfters, others Giants flain, -% 

Some Ciries fack'd, and forne beftrid the Main, > 

And pointed Hills have levcU'd with the Plain j >' 

Yet all thefe Heroes have, as Stories tcll. 

To Woman's Pride and Luft a Trophy fell. 

Wife D.xvidt and his yet mueh wifer Son, -j 

And mighty Scmpfou who fuch Fame had won, ^ 

Were all by thefe bafe Proftitures undonci ^ 

A Woman's Luft is harder far fiibdii'd, 

Ihan lUibbouifu^jby boiUcioiwWindj raadcj:iKl<y 

278 The Second Part of 

The Sword, the Plague, the Rocks and angry Seas,, 
Are to our Lives more merciful than thefe. 
Porthey, whofe Looks by Nature kill before, 
"With Art do ftrive to make 'em kill the more : 
Their Heads are (haded, not a Hair awry, 
And tempting Curies upon their Foreheads ;[ye s 
Whilft glift'ring Jewels fet in Gold do grace. 
And give a Luftrc to their painted Face : 
As brighter Beams upon Tome River play. 
And gild its Surface on a Sun-fliine Day. 
When in this order, this exaftnefs drelVd, 
They then confult what Look becomes 'em beft ; 
And round about their Drefluig-Room they ftalk. 
To fee what Gate becomes 'em as they walk. 
If they are courted, they to Corners fly, -m 

As if they were made up of Modefty, ^ 

But 'tis to give you Opportunity j •* 

Where they lUll hope, although they bidyougo. 
You have more Manners than to leave 'em fo: 
And with inviting and lafciviousvEyes, 
They grant you fafterthan their Tongue denies ,- 
Thus North-weft Winds, as Natnralifts rchearfe. 
Attract thofe Clouds which they again difperfe. 
So have we often Teen fuch flatt'ring Weather, 
When Rain and Sun-fliine both contend together. 
Let me advife, 1 fay, b' Experience taught. 
How to prefcrve thee e'er thou yet art caught. 
They conquer both by Kindnefs and Difdainj 
Know how to leJien, how increafe the Pain. 
As fubtle Surgeons with their Patients deal. 
Now apply Cauftick, and now Balm to heal; 
Study to make themielves, tho' foul, look fair 5 
In Bed or up, 'tis their continual Care. 
Sec 'em undreft, the Spedtacles will fright. 
And poifou you like Eafilisks at fight. 
Pomatums, Waflies, Paints, Perfumes they ufc. 
And never think they can be too piofule. [wear, 
Falfe Skills, falfe Shapes, falfe colour'd Locks they 
f alfe Smiles, and Looks more falfe than istheiiHair, 

Miscellany Poems, i}^ 

Thus they, like Aftors 'till the Play is done. 
Have nothing on that they can call their own. 
Confuk their Glafles how to move their Lips, 
To rhruft their Breech out, and to Huke their Hips; 
Then look again, and turn tiicir Eyes alidc, 
Traftifc to laugh, to fawn, a- A to deride. 
What means their naked Breafts, that open way 
For wand'ting Thoughts to enter at and ftray. 
But to inflame our Hearts into Delire, 
And kindle in out Bloods a wanton Fire. 
Thelc are the Dangers which all Youth do run ; 
Thefe are the Rocks and Gulphs I'd have 'em ihMiu 

Thus much we do in learned Vmber find, 
What in his bays he thought of Womankind : 
That they wc:e vicious then, we muft allow. 
Bat we all know they're much lefs vicious now. 

i^/V' G E O R G E E T H E R I D G E tO tJj^ 
Earl (?/ M I D D L E T O N. 

SINCE Love and Verfe, as well as WinCj 
Are brisker wiiere the Sun does fliine, 
'Tis fomething to lofe two Degrees, 
Now Age it feif begins to freeze: 
Yet this I patiently cou'd bear, 
If the rouglr DauhLc^s Beauties were C 

But only two degrees lefs fair ^ 

Than the bright Nymphs of gentle Thames, 
Who warm me hither with their Beams: 
Such Tower they have, they can difpeucc 
Five hundred Miles their Ijifluencc. 
But Hunger foiccs Men to eat, 
Though no Temptation's in the Meat,] 
How wctld tiu oj.iug Sparks defpifc 
The darling ij ur..c: of my tyesj 
Should ihcj bchuia her at a Play, 
As Ihe's tiick'd up on Holy-day t 

aKb TI*^ Second Part ^ 

When the whole Family combine 

lor publick Pride to make her fliinc? 

Her Locks, which long before lay matted^ 

Are on this Day comb'd out and plaited ;- 

A Diamond Bodkin in each Trefs, 

The Badges of her Nobleness. 

lor ev'ry Stone, as well as fhe. 

Can boaft an ancient Pedigree. 

Thefe form'd the Jewel etft did grace 

The Cap of the firft Grave o'rh' Race, 

Trefert'd by Graffin Marian 

T' adorn the Handle of her Fan, 

And as by old Record appears, 

"Worn iince in T^nigmda^s Years, 

Now fparkling in the Frokin's Hair, 

No Rocket breaking in the Air 

Can with her ftarry Head compare. 

such Roaps of Pearl her Arms incumber, 

She fcarce can deal the Cards at Ombre» 

So many Rings cacli Finger freight. 

They tremble with. the mighty weight. 

The like in England ne'er was feen, 

Since Holben drew Hal and his Queen, 

But after thefe fantaftick Flights, 

The Luftre's meaner than the Lights. 

The Thing that bears this glitt'ring Pomp 

Is but a tawdry ill-bred Romp, 

Whofe brawny Limbs and martial Face 

Tj-o claim her of the Gor/;/Vi^Race, 

More than the mangled Pageantry 

Of all the Father's Heraldry. 

But there's another fort of Creatures^, 

Whofe ruddy Look and Grotefque Feature*"- 

Are fo much out of Nature's way, 

Tou'd think 'em ftamp'd on other Clay j. 

No lawful Daughters of old ^dam. 

'Mongfl thefe behold a City Madam, 

With Arms in Mittins, Head in Muff, 

A dapper Cloak »nd rcY*Kfld Ruff : 

Miscellany Poems. i8i 

No Farce fo plcafant as this Maukin, 

And the foft Sound of Hi^h-Dttnh talking. 

Here unattended by the Graces, 

The Queen of Love in a fad Cafe is. 

Nature, her a£livc Minifter, 

Neglefts Affairs, and will not ftir; 

Thinks it not wonh the while to plcafe, 

But when fhc does it for her Eafc. 

Ev'n I, her moft devout Adorer, 

With wand'ring Thoughts appear before hex. 

And when I'm making an Oblation, -j 

Am fain to fpur Imagination >• 

Wuh lomc fliam London Inclination, ^ 

The Bow is bent at Gennan Dame, 

The Arrow flics at En^li/h Game. 

Kindncfs, that can Indifference warm, 

And blow that Calm into a Stoiin, 

Has in the very tendercft Koux 

Over my Gentlcncfs a Power. 

True to my Country-women's Charm5, 

When kifs'd and ptefs'd in foreign Arms. 

j^ Letter from Mr. Dryden tQ 
Sir George Etheridge. 

To you who live in chill Degree, 
As Map informs, of Fifty three. 
And do not much for Cold arrone, 
By bringing thither Fifty one 5 
Mcthinks all Climes fhou'd be alike, 
From Tropick ev'n to Pole Arriquej 
Since you have fuch a Conftitution 
As no where fuffers Diminution. 
You can be old in grave Debate, 
And young ia Love-affairs of State : 


z%i The Second Part 5/ 

And both to Wives -Andi 1 usbands il.c / 

The Vigour of a Plenipo — — . 

Like mighty Millioiier you coiu' 

»^d Partes I:!jJiifUum, . . : 

A V/ork of wondrous Merit {lirCt- 

So far to go, To niuch c'indurc: 

And all to Preach to ('nzme, • 

Where found of Cuput never can>e. 

Lefs had you done, had you been fctit 

As far as Druke or Ptnto went, 

For Cloves or Nutmegs to the Line a. 

Or even for Oranges to Chmr-. 

That had indeed been Charity ; 

Where Love-fick Ladies helplefs lye, 

Chapt, and for want of Liquor dry. 

But you have made your Zeal appear 

Within the Circle of the Bear. 

What Region of the Earth's fo dull, 

That is not of your Labours full? 

TriptolemM<, fo fung the Nine, 

Strew'd Plenty from his Cart Divine. 

But fpite of all thefe Fable-Makers, 

He never fow'd on y^lmain Acres : 

No, that was left by Fate's Decree, 

To be peiform'd and fung by thee. 

Thou break'ft thro' Forms with as much cafe 

As th^ French King thro' Articles. 

In grand Affairs thy Days are fpent, -^ 

In waging weighty Complement, '> 

With fuch as Monarchs reprefent. ^ 

They who fuch vaft Fatigues attend, 

Want fome foft Minutes to unbend. 

To fliow the World that now and then 

Great Minifters are mortal Men. 

Then T^henipj Rummers walk the round, 

In Bumpers ev'ry King is crown'd, 

Belides three Holy miter'd Heftors, 

And the whole College of Eled^ors. 

Miscellany Poems; aS3 

Ko Health of Potentate is furfic 

That pays to make his Envoy drunk. 

Thclc DmJj Delights 1 mention'd laft, 

Suit not 1 know your EnghJ; Taftc; 

For Wine to leave a Whore or Play 

Was ne'er your Excellency's way. 

Nor need this Title give Offence, 

I- or here you were your Excellence, 

For Gaming, Writing, Speaking, Keeping, 

His Excellence for all but Sleeping. 

Now if you tope in form, and treat, -^ 

'Tis the four Sauce to the fweet Meat, >• 

The Fine you pay for being great. ^ 

Nay here's a harder Impoiition, 

Which is indeed the Court's Petition, 

That fctcing worldly Pomp afidc, 

Which Poet has at Font deny'd, 

You wou'd be pleas'd in humble way 

To write a Trifle cali'd a Play. 

This truly is a Degradation, •* 

But wou'd oblige the Crown and Nation ^ 

Next to your wife Negotiation. ^ 

If you pretend, as well you may, -y 

Your high Degree ; your Friends will fay > 

The Duke St. ^gnon made a Play. ^ 

If G^//;V/^ Wit convince you fcarcc, 

His Grace of Biukj has made a Farce. 

And you, whofe Comick Wit is Terfe all. 

Can hardly fall below Rehcarfal. 

Then finilh what you have began j 

But fcribblc fafter if you can : 

For yet no (Jeorge^ to our difccrning. 

Has writ without a ten Yeaxs warning. 


2S4 The Second Part of 

iS/r George EtheridgeV yj- 

cond Letter to the Lord Midbleton. 

FROM hunting Whores, and haunting Play, -n 
And minding nothing elfe all Day, ^ 

And all the Night too, you will fay j ^ 

To make grave Legs in formal Fetters, 
Gonverle with Fools, and write dull Letters 5 
To go to Bed 'twixt Eight and Nine, 
And fleep away my precious Time, 
In fuch a fneaking idle Place, 
Where Vice and Folly hide their Face, 
And in a troublefome Difguifc, 
The Wife feems honeft, Husband wife,. 
Tor Plcafure here h?.s the fame Fate 
Which does attend Affairs of State,- 
The Plague of Ceremony infects. 
Even in Love, the fofrer Sexj 
Who an ElTcntial will neglcft-, 
Harher than lofe the leaft Refpeft. 
In regular Approach we fiorm, 
And never vifit but in form j 
Tli^c is, fending to know before 

At what a Clock ftie'll play the Whore. 

The Nymphs are conflant, Gallants privatCi 

Oae fcarcc can guefs what 'tis they drive at. 

This feems to me a fcurvy Fafhion, <j- 

Who have been bred in a free Nation, ? 

With Liberty of Speech and Padion. ^ 

Tet I cannot forbear to fpark it, 

And make the beft of a bad Maiket. 

Meeting with one by chance kind-hcaited. 

Who no Preliminaries ftarted, 

I enter'd beyond Expeft.ition -y 

Into a clofe Negotiation : > 

Of which hereafter a Relation.. J 

Miscellany Po£ MS. I'Hs 

Humble to Fortune, not her Slave, 
1 ftill \v:is plcas'd with what flic gave j 
>nd with a firm and cheerful Mind 
1 ftccr my Couifc with ev'ry Wind, 
To all the Poits flic his dcfign'd. 

On the Death of Mr. Oldham. 

ON the Remains of an old blaftcd Oak, 
Unmindful of himfeif, ^lenalcas lcan*d j 
He fought not now in Heat the ihade of Trees, 
But fhunn'd the flowing River's pieailng Bank. 
His Pipe and Hook lay fcatter'd cu the Grals, 
Nor feed his Sheep together on the Plain, 
Left to thcmfclves they wandeiM out at large. 
In this lamenting ftate young Corydon 
(His Friend dear Companion of his Hour) 
riading MenAUas^ asks him thus the Caufc. 
C "^r D O N. 

Thee have 1 fought in cv'ry fliady Grove, 
By purling Streams, and in each private Place 
"Where we have us'd to fit and talk of Love. 
Why do I find thee leaning on an Oak, 
By Lightning blafted, and by Thunder rent ? 
\\hat curled Chance has turn'd thy chearful Mind, 
And why wilt thou have Woes unknown tome? 
But 1 would comfort, and not chide my Friend j 
Tell mc thy Grief, and let me bear a part. 

Young ~^!}rofl)eil is dead, Dear ^jhophelly 
He that cou'd tune fo well his charming Pipcj 
To hear whofc Lays, Nymphs IcftthcircryftalSpring, 
The Fawns and Diyades ibrfook the Woods, 
And hearing, all were ravilli'd- — fwiftclt Streams 
-With-hcld their Courfc to hear the Hcav'nly Sound, 
And muimui'd, when by following Waves pteft on j 

2^6 The Second Part of 

The following Waves forcing their way to hear. 
Oft the fierce Wolf purfuing of the Lamb, 
Hungry and wildly certain of his Prey, 
Left the Parfuit, rather than lofe the found 
Of his alluring Pipe. The harmlefs Lamb 
Forgot his Nature, and forfook his Fear, 
Stood by the Wolf, and liften'd to the Sound. 
He cou'd command a general Peace, and Nature 
wou'd obey. 
This Youth, this Youth is dead! The fame Difcafc 
That carry'd fweet Orinda from the World 
Sciz'd upon ^Jirophell. — Oh let thefe Tears 
Be offer'd to the Memory of my Friend, 
And kt my Speech give way a while to Tears, 
C 1^ r D N. 
Weep on, Menalcas^ for his Fate requires 
The Tears of all Mankind ; general the Lofs, 
And general be the Grief. Except by Fame, 
I knew him not ; but furely this is he 
Whofunglearn'd"'- Co/zVs and great t £^^o«'s Praife 5 
Dead ere he liv'd, yet have new Life from him. 
Did he not mourn lamented t Eton's Death, 
In Veifes equal to what Bion wrote ? 
Yes this was he, (oh that I fay he was !) 
He that cou'd fing the Shepherds Deeds fo well. 
Whether to praife the good he turn'd his Pen, 
Or lafh'd th' egregious Follies of the bad. 

In both he did excel, 

His happy Genius bad him take the Pen, 
And didated more faft than he cou'd write : 
Sometimes becoming Negligence adorn'd 
His Verfe, and Nature fhew'd they were her ownj 
Yet Art he us'd, where Art cou'd ufcful be, 
And fweated not to be correftly dull. 

* Sptncer, \ Jobnfon. % T^ochejfer* 

M ISCEI.LAKY Poems. 287 
, c \r D If. 

' Had Fiitc allow'd his Life a longer Thread, 
Adding Experience to that wojidious ftjiught 
Of yoirthful Vigour, how wou'd he have wrote! 
Equal to mighty * Tx/.'s Immortal Vcrfc j 
He that now rules with undifputed fway, 
Guide of our Pens, crown' d with eternal Bays. 
M E N ^ L C A S. 
We widi for Life, not thinking of its Cares j 
I mourn his Death, the lofs of fuch a Friend: 
But for himfelf he dy'd in the beft Hour, 
And carry'd with him ev'ry Man's Applaufe. 
Youth meets not with Detraftion's blotting Hand, 
Nor fuffers ought from Envy's canker'd Mind. 
Had he known Age, he wou'd have (ctn the World 
Put on its uglicft, but its trucft Facej 
Malice had warch'd the Droppings of his Pen, 
And ignorant Youths who wou'd for Criticks pafs. 
Had thrown their fcornful Jefts upon his Verfe, 
And cenfur'd what they did not undcrQand, 
Such was not my Dear y1/?rophe!l : He's dead, 
And I fliall quickly follow him. What's Dek'th, 
But an eternal Sleep without a Dream ? 
Wrapt in a lafting Daxknefs, and exempt 
From Hope and Fear, and ev'ry idle Paflion. 
c \r D .V. 

Sec thy Complaints have mov'dthe pitying Skies? 
They mourn the Death of ^/}rophell in Tears. 
Thy Sheep, return'd from ftraying, round thee gaze. 
And wonder ar thy Mourning. Drive 'em home. 
And tempt thy troubled Mind with eafing Sleep 5 
To Morrow's chearful Light may give thcc Comfort. 

zS8 T/&« Second Part «/ 

By Order of the Bijhop of London. 

GO D profpcr long our Noble King, 
Our Lives and Safeties all, 
A woful Hunting once theie did 
In Chevy-Chafe befal. 

To drive the Deer with Hound and Hora 

Earl Piercy took his way 5 
The Child may rue that is unborn 
The Hunting of that Day. 
The ftout "E^il o£ Northtimberiattd 

A Vow to God did make, 
His Pleafure in the Scottijh Woods 
Three Summers Days to take j 
The chiefclt Harts in Chevy- Chafe 

To kill and bear away. 
Thefe Tidings to Earl Douglas came. 
In Scotland^ where he lay. 
Who fent Earl Piercy prefent word. 

He would prevent his Sport : 
The Engitf} Earl, not fearing this. 
Did to the Woods rcfort. 
"With Fifteen hundred Bow-men bold, 

All chofen Men of Might, 
Who knew full well in time of need 
To aim their Shafts aright. 
The gallant Grey-hounds fwiftly ran, 

To chafe the fallow Deer ; 
•On Monday they began to hunt, 

When Day-light did appear* LV CVS 

Miscellany Poems. aK^ 

Juflu Epifcopi Londintnji}, 

VIvat T{ex nojler nobilisi 
Omnis in tuta Jit, 
VtnatUiy olim flebilis^ 

Chcvino Luco fit, 

Cane., ferAs ut abigat^ 

PcrCIUS Abiity 
Vel embruo elugeaty 

Sinod hodie accidit, 
Comes file Northumbrix, 

VotHtn vovit Deoy 
Lufusy in fylvis ScOtiaC 

Habere tridmj 

E primis Cervis Chcvfar, 

Citfos abripcrcy 
Duglafium, ha notitt4» 

%Adiliant prof ere, 
fltii ore tenus delegate 

Se Ludnm perdere, 
^t Pcrcxus non hafitat 

xy4d fylvas te>tdere» 


^ingenis ter teliferis, 

Virtmis bellied, 
^m norunty rebus ardmf» 

Sagittas mittere. 

Curritur a Venatico, 

Dam as pr ope Here, 
Die Lund dilucub, 

^d rem Accingunt fcf 
Vol. II, O 

19^ The Second Par t tf 


.Aftd long before High-noon, they had 

An hundred fat Bucks flain : 
Thdn havhig din'd, the Drovers went 
To rouzc them up again. 
The Bow-men mufter'd on the Hills, 

Well able to endure j 
Their Back-fides all with -fpecial Caw 
That Day were guarded Cure. 

The Hounds ran fwiftly through the Woods, 

The nimble Deer to take j 
And with their Cries the Hills and Dates 

An Eccho ihrill did make. 

*Lord Vincy to the Quarry went, 

To view the tender Deer: 
< Quoth he. Earl Douglas promifed 

This Day to meet me here. 


But if I thought he would not come. 

No longer would I ftay. 
With that a brave young Gentleman 
Thus to the Earl did fay : 
Xo, yonder doth Earl bouglas come. 

His Men in Armour bright, 
.Pull twenty hundred Scotifb Spears, 
All marching in our Sight. 


All Men of pleafant TividaU, 

Faft by the River Tweed. 
Then ceafe your SpOrt, Earl P/ercy faid. 

And take youi Bows with fpced. 


.And now with me, my Country-men, 

Your Courage forth advance; 
(Eot never was there Champioa jrct 
4x1 Scotland 4>X IM FrMtft 

Miscellany Poems. 191 


CentHmque Cervi funt cajt^ 

^nte Meridiem^ 
Tunc redeunti Cibis im^lcti, 

^d vendtiouem. 
Dt montt fsgituirii 

Prodiernnt ^rmariif 

Htdie A Ter^re. 
Per fylvAs celerdnt CAnesl 

Vt Cenos capianti 
%Ac Jimnl montts, (y vtiUu 

Larrata refonant. 
Fodinam Comes adtity 

Ferinam vtfere, 
DuglaS minatHs tjl (int^ttit) 

Htt mecum ajfore. 


Cingrejfum autem defperanSy 

Mora non dabttur. 
^0 dicfop Tyro Elegan:^ 

lUntn Alloqiittur. 
En ! En Duglafius eminml 

KArmis cum fptendidts. 
Bis mille cum militibust 

Vifm obvtis. 

CnnSlis de valle Tivia, 

^d T^ifAs Tnefisy 
L»dos (ait) irttermtttite, 

sArcubMs habitjs. 
Et vobiSy nnnc, O nofirAteSt ■' 

Toilatur Animus } 
BAud prtfio fmt .Athleteit 

Callus vtl Scoticus» 

O t 

igi The Second Part rf 


That ever did on Horfe-back tomcj 

But if my hap it were, 
I durft encounter Man for Man, 

With him to break a Spear. 

Earl Douglas on a milk-white Steed, 

Moft like a Baron bold, 
Rode foremofl: of the Company, 
Whofe Armour fhone like Gold. 
shew me, he faid, whofe Men you l>c 

That hunt fo boldly here. 
That without my Confent do chafe 
And kill my fallow Deer. 
The Man that firft did Anfwct make 

Was noble Plercy, he. 
Who faid, we lift not to declare. 
Nor lliew whofe Men we be. 
Yet we will fpend our dcareft Blood, 

The chiefeft Harts to flay. 
Then Douglas fwore a folemn Oath, 
And thus in rage did fay j 

E'er thus I will out-braved be. 

One of us two fhall die : 
1 know thee well, an Earl thou art. 

Lord Ptercyt fo am I. 

But truft me, Piercy^ Pity 'twere. 

And great OflFence, to kill 
Any of thefe our, harmlefs Men, 

For they have done no 111. 


Let thou and I the Battle try. 

And fet our Men allde : 
Accutft be he, Lord Piercy faid, 

fiy whom it is deny'^ 

Miscellany Poems. 293 


Mihi'y Etfue/iris Ohvmt 

^in pojfulante rr, 
Locum velltm ComtnuSf 

Vi, hafli'lndcre. 

Eqnifefor Duglafius, 

^udax Hie Bdroy 
Pr^fnit aliis •mnibHt-, 

KAurato Clyceo. 

CHJdtts (4/f) •jlenditty 

Hie Aufi peiierey 
fc/^f, nte ihvitOy impete 

Feras Occidcre. 

©»« primus verkum tdidity 

Percacus nomine^ 
Slui fumus (*tit) non libuit 

Vobis ojlendere. 

x/1t fAniHtnem abfumemHS, 

Cervos dejlruere. 
Juravity tunc Duglafius> 

Dtxitque temere ; 
£ nobis pereat nuttSy 

^ttequam devincar : 
Tu Comes es, bene notus^ 

Egaque tut par. 

^r (y7 (jua fides) eji fcelut, 

(Miferum\) perderi 
Vllosy de his tnfontibus^ 

Immune s feeler e. 

Nofmet pM^nemus cominus, 

Viris abfentibus ' 
DepereAt (incjuit) PcrCXUI, 

I^mc adverfarius. 


2f4 IT-^^ Second Part ej 

Then ftept a gallant Squiie foith» 

Witherington was his Namc, 
who faid, he would not haye it told 

To Henry our King, for fhame, 
XX V^. 
That e'er my Captain fought on foot. 

And 1 ftood looking on : 
you be two Earls, faid Wtthtringtlny 

And I a Scjuire alone. 

ril do the beft that do I may, 
While 1 have pow*r to ftand } 
While 1 have pow*r to wield my Swoxd^. 
1*11 fight with Heart and Hand. 
Our Engtifh Archers bent their Bow«, 
Their Hearts were good and true i. 
At the firft flight of Anows fent ^ 
full threefcore Scots they flew. 
XXV llf. 

To drive the Deer with Hound and Horn 

Earl Douglas had the bent j 
A Captain mov'd with mickle Pride, 

The Spears to Shivers fent. 
They clos'd full faft on ev'ry fide, 

No flacknefs there was found. 
And many a gallant Ge^leman. 

Lay gafping on the Ground. 
O Chrift ! it was grea^ Grief to fee, 

And likewife for to hear. 
The Cries of Men lying in thieir Gore, 

And fcatter'd here and there. 

At laft thefe two ftout Earls did meet,. 
Like Captains of great might j 

Like Lions mov'd they laid on load, 
And made a cxuel Fight. 

Miscellany Poems. 29^ 

Tunc ^rmiger txi/uit, 

Witherington ftamme, 
7(^jem {dit) fcire noluit 

HoCi pr4 dedecorfy 

flitod Dux fttgnaverat pedty 

Me Jfante obiter : 
Yhs dut ejhs comitesy 

E^o (dit) sy4rmi^er. 

Obnixe omne faciAm 

Dum jlare dabiturj 
*Ac dum vibrare mach^tram;, 

^ me pugnabitur. 

yAngligena tendunt ^4rc;tif 

Huam Cordatijjfimi. 
Decies fex 4 mijfUibuSy 

Cdduntttr Scotici. 


^Adverfut ferAS fe^iaatesy 

Mtfit Dugladus 
Torvum duceniy DimicanteSf 
Travis haflilibHS. 

JttcmSli funt celeritevy 

Parum PigntU; 
Multiiftjue jacet beliiger 
InAnis dnimx. 

Pol ! Dolor erAt viferCf 

sAe ettAjn Audirey 
ViroJ plAngentes undiquCj 
Perfufos fangHtne. 


Omites tandem coibanty 

Multo mAgnAnime. 
InjiAr Leonum feribAntf 

Truci CertAmine. 

O X 

29*5 The Seconb Part «f 

They fought until they both did fweat. 

With Swords of temperM Steel, 
Until the Blood, like drops of Rain, 

They trickling down did feel. 
Tield thee, Lord Piercy^ Douglas faii. 

In faith I will thee bring 
Where thou fiialt high advanced be, 

By James our Scotif} King. 
Thy Ranfom I will freely give. 

And thus report of thee, 
Thou art the moft couragious Knight 

That ever I did fee. 

No, Douglas, quoth Earl Piercy then, 

Thy Proffer 1 do fcorn i 
I will not yield to any Seta 

That ever yet was born. 

With that there came an Arrow keen 

Out of an EngUp} Bow, 
Which ftruck Earl Douglas to the Heart, 

A deep and deadly Blow. 


Who never fpoke more Words thaa thcfe 

Fight on my merry Men all j 
For why my Life is at an end. 

Lord Piercy {ees my fall. 

Then leaving Life, Earl Piercy took 

The dead Man by the Hand, 
And faid. Earl Douglas, for thy Life 

Wou'd I had loft my Land. 
O Chrift ! my very Heart doth bleed 

With Sorrow for thy fake j 
For fure a more renowned Knight 

Such mifchancc ne*ci did take. 

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FHgnarunt vtl in fudore 

Dtjiriclis enfibHs, 
^c madHtrunt Crnore 

t/£.que AC imbribtis. 


Vt dedas (ait Duglafius) 

Te dftcam fnl'ite, 
*Vbi tris pr^ipofitut 

^ T^ege Jacobo, 


Proh gratis redimam capthr») 

Et celebrabo te, 
EijMitem tjitam raagnificum 
Et fine compare. 

Cui TercacUS ait, mmirne ! 

^od offers, refpuo j 
^olUm Mfi^nam me dedere 
Viventi Scotico ! 

Tunc ejl emiJpHS calamus, 

*yib arctt ^nglno, 

Sluo fixus efi Duglafius, 

Hen ! tenns corcuta. 

^ui verba h<te emurmHiot, 

Viri contendite \ 
Sjtcd mi mors mea propinquatf 
Sptclanxe Comite. 

Turn Pcrcaeus Exanimi 
Manitm it prendere, 
Dicens, caafa Duglafii, 
Se terras perdere. 

Vel cor (<!/>) fnndit faugiiinem, 

Pra tm gratt», 
}iam nuntjuam taltm (jnifOTt 

Cognovit tioxta, O s 

2.98 The Sec N D P A R r of: 


A Knight amongft the Scots there was 

Which faw Earl Douglas die. 
And in his Wrath did vow Revenge 
Upon the Earl Piercy. 

Sir Htt^h Montgomery was he call'd. 

Who with a Spear moft bright. 
Well mounted on a gallant Steed, 
Ran fiercely through the Fight, 
XLl I. 
And paft the Engli/Jj Archers all,. 

Without all dread or fear, 
And through Earl Pieycy^^Body then 
He thrufl his hateful Spear. 
With fuch a vehement Force and Might 

He did his Body gore. 
The Spear went through the other ildfi 
A large Cloth-yard and more. 
So thus did both thefe Nobles die, 

Whofe Courage none cou'd ftain. 
An Englijf}} Archer then perceiv'd 
The Noble Earl was flain : 
He had a Bow bent iahis. Hand, . 

Made of a trufty Trcej 
An Arrow of a Cloth-yaid long 
Up to the head drew he: 
A-gaind Sir Hugh Montgomery 
So ri'ght his Shaft he (tt. 
The grey Goofe-wing that was theicoa 
In his Heart-Blood was wet. 
This Fight did laft. from break of Da)% 

'Till fetting of the Sun j 
5oi when they rung the ev'ning B^U 
Xhfi. Battle ii;aice was done. 


MtUs difcernens SceticHSt 

Duglafium emon^ 
In Pcicium mortem ejus 

Devovit ulctfci. 

Hugo de montt gomeri, 

HAjiA cum fpie/tdtdat 
Movit decurfn celert ' 

Ferox per ^gmina. 

Prater tens fagittartos 

Anglos impAvidei 
Pcrcxios Ventriculos 

Foravit Cnfpide, 

Tanta cum vitlentii 

Fadit Orpufcutdy 
Plus tres pedes per ilia 

Tranfivit hAftnla, 

Sic ceciderunt Ctmites 

Hukm inviifijfimi. 
Slukm fagittarj'9 fubdit rci 

Pcrcsum occidi: 

\AfCHm intenfum dexrerdy 

Faifum injlgnitery 
Tres pedes long^ fpiculai 

Implewt fort iter, 

Hugonem Gomeri verfm 

Sic telnm JlatHtty 
Vel AnferinH\- calamut 

In corde maditit. 


\Ad veCperam ab AnroYi^t 

Duravit prtttium, 
O^Avi fcilicet hord, 
Yin eji pr4tiTitHi^ •■' 

300 The Second Part tf 

With the Earl Piercy there was flain 

Sir John of Ogerton^ 
Sir 'B^bert T^tcltjf^ and Sir yahn. 
Sir jf**"*" that bold Baron. 
And with Sir George and good Sir Jttmei, 

Both Knights of good account, 
Cood Sir %Alpl} T{aby there was flaio, 
Whofe Piowcfs did furmount. 
For Witherington needs muft I wail. 

As one in doleful Dumps j 
For when his Legs were fmittcn oflfi 
He fought upon his Stumps. 
And with Earl Douglas there was flain 

Sir Hngh Montgomery, 
Sir Charles Citrrel, that from the Field 
One foot would never fly. 
Sir Charles Mnrrel of T{atclijf too. 

His Sifter's Son was hej 
Sir David Lamb, fo well eftccm*d. 
Yet faved could not be. 
And the Lord Markyjel in like wife 

Did with Earl DottgUs die : 
Of twenty hundred Scotijh Spcar»» 
Scarce fifty five did fly. 
Of fifteen hundred Ejiglijb Men, 

Went home but fifty three j 
The reft were flain m Chevy-ch»fe^ 
Under the Gxecn-wood Tree. 
• LV. 
Next Day did many Widows come. 

Their Husbands to bewail, 
They waHit their Wounds in biinifll Tcar5;, 
Jut ail would not prevail. 

Miscellany Poems. 301 

Cum PercafO e/l perem^tusy 

DomniHS Ogcrton, 
Johannes Ratclirfc, Robertuf, 
Et Jacobus BAr0n. 

Jacobus, & Georgius, 

Equfjirii ordtnisy 
Radulphus Raby Domintts, 

Peritt magtiauunis. 

fro V^ith*rijigton Jit gemititSy 

Ac fi in trtjlibuSy 
flui p'Agntivit de GenitHj, 

Truncatis Critril/tts. 

Ferierunt cum Duglafio, 

Hugo Gomcricus, 
Carolus Currel a. Camfs 

NuiicjUAtn difceffurt*s. 


De Ratcliff Muriel CaioIu5, 

Nepos a Sorore j 
David Lamb bene habitpu 

Exangui Corp ore. 

*Ac etiam Matkwell Domirmt 

Deditus ejl ntciy 
Vix e duol/HS millibtlSf 

Fugernnt Sexdeni. 

E tcr quingenrs A nglic JS> 

Vix tot abierey 
In Luco cdfis cmterit 

ShO fagi tegminc. 

^ plurimis eras viduis 

Lu^tur miferfy 
Vulnera lota. lAcrymis, 

Ntc pr*valH(rt. 

3«2 The Second Part of 


Their Bodies bath*d in purple Blood, 

They boie with them away i 
They kift them dead a thoufand timcS) 
When they were -clad in Clay, 
This News was brought to Edinburgh^ 

Where Scotland's King did reign. 
That brave Earl Douglas fuddenly 
Was with an Arrow llain. 
© heavy News, Ki^g James did fay, 

Scotland can witnefs be, 
1 have not any Captain more, 
Of fuch account as he. 
Like Tidings to King Henry came> 

Within as ihort a fpace, 
That Piercy of Northitmberland 
Was flain in Chevy-Chaje. 
Now God be with Kim, faid oui King-y 

Sith 'twill no better be, 
X truft 1 have within my Realm 
five hundred good as he. 
Tet (hall not Scot nor Scotland fay, 

But I will "V^engeance take, 
And be revenged on them all. 
For brave Earl Pitrcy^s fake. 
This Vow full well the King perfoim*d. 

After on HumbU-Downj 
In one Day fifty Knights were flain, 
With Lords of great Renown. 
And of the reft of fmall account; 

Did many hundreds die : 
Thus ended the Hunting of Chevy'Cha.fey 
Made by the Eail P/Vrfj:, 

Miscellany Poem?. a©* 


CruentAU Corpufcula^ 

Secnm ahfiulerff 
MtUtes dtderunt OftnUy 

De/nn^it /nntre. 

Tertur apud Edinburghum, 

"K^gnAnte Jacobo, 
DugUfium fubiH cdfttm 

FftiJ[c JAculo. 

O Ldmentabile\ dixit, 

Scotia fit tejlisy 
Jiaud alius Dhx fitperfmti 

«/£qitalis ordtnis, 

Henrico tradidit Famaf 

Pari intervalU : 
Peiceiutn de Northumbiia 

Occifmn in LUCO. 

Sluttm 7^* edixit, vateat, 

%ebus fie flantibttSy 
Spero quod "KegnHm xbnnd^ 

^uingenis talibhs. 

^y? ftntient me ukifctnttm- 

Scoti & Scotia, 
%Ac vmdtMam inferentem- 

Pcrcei Gratia. 

^Hod eji a, K^ge prdtfittum, 

Cafis in montibus, 
flHi.iqmes denis MilitHW, 

Ncc non Baronibus. 

yAe de plebe peritrnnt 

Cintcni plHrimi, 
Yenatum fie fi/tiertttf 

ZciQxi Dmini^ 

304 The Seconp Part ef 

God favc the King, and blcfs the Land 

In Plenty, Joy, and Peace 5 
And grant henceforth that foul Debate 

'Twixt Noble-Men may ceafe. 


ALL Joy to Mortals ! Joy and Mirth 
Eternal lo's fing. 
The Gods of Love defcend to Earth 

Their Darts have loft the fting. 
The Youth fhall now complain no more 

Of Silvia's needlefs fcorn, 
Bur Ae fhall Love, if he Adore j 

And melt when he fhall buriu 
The Nymph no longer fliall be Ihy, 

But leave the jilting Road 3 
And Daphne now no more fliall fly 

The wounded panting God 1 
But all (hall be ferene and fair. 

No fad complaints of Love 
Shall fill the gentle whifpering Air* 

No Ecchoing Sighs the Grove. 
Beneath the Shades young Strephon lycj, 

Of all his Wilh pofleft, 
Gazing on Silvia s charming Eyes, 

Whofc Soul is there coufeft. 
All foft and fweet the Maid appears. 

With Looks that know no Art ; 
And tho* fhc yield with trembling FeaiS, 

She yields with all her Heart. 

Miscellany Poems. 30^ 

iit \ex & Grtx hatulut 

Pace, & Copia, 
kAc abfit a. mA^atibuSy 



AS wretched, vain, and indifcrcct 
Thofc Matches I deplore, 
Whofe Bartering Friends in Couufel meet) 

To huddle in a Wedding Sheet 
Some milerable Pair that never met before. 

Poor Love of no account muft be, 

Tho' ne'er fo fixt and true, 
No Merir but in Gold they fee, 

So Portion and Eftate agree. 
No matter what the Bride and BiiJcgroom do, 

Curft may all covetous Husbands be 

That Wed with fuch Dcfign, 
And Curft they are! For while they ply 

Their Wealth, feme Lover by the By 
Reaps the tiuc Blifs, and digs the richer Min#. 

3o6 TZ'^ Second Pa RT^ 
Remedy of L o v 

'By Mr, E V E L y N» 

WOuId you be quite car*d of Love? 
From your Miftrefs's fight xcmoye» . 
To the open Fields repair } 
Cool*d with Abfence, and with Air, 
Tou will foon be eas'd of CAtt. 
Seek out in another Place, 
Something fit for your Embrace: 
Perhaps in a lefs charming Face 
Tou may find a pleafing Grace, 
Wit, or Motion, Diefs, or Art, 
Thoufand things that nwy divert 
The Torments of your throbbing Heart. 
If in this no Eafe you find. 
But conftant Love ftijl plagues youi Mind, 
To your formei Flame return, 
See if ftill her Eyes do burn 
With equal force j you'll find, perchance, 
Lefs warmth in ev'ry am*rous Glance : 
Seeing oft what we defire 
Makes us lefs and lefs admire. 
And will in time put out the Fire. 
Vifit he^ betimes each Morn, 
Stand by her when (he does adorn 
Her Head, perhaps fome borrowed Hair, 
Some ill-contriv*d, affeded Snare, 
Lewd Song on Table found, or Pray*r 
Nonfcnfical, may let you fee. 
That what you thought Divinity 
Is but a piece of Puppetry. 
If ftill thy Paflion does remain, 
And unfcen Charms thy Heart inchaifl, 
If ihe break thy Sleep by Night, 
Ely again the Witche's fight; 
C^inm take, that may invite 

Miscellany Poem si 307 

The gentle God to calm thy Soulj 

Peaceful Slumbers Love contiouJ. 

Have a care of purling Brook*, 

Of filcnt Groves, and awful Shade» 

They but to thy Torment add. 

Love does there with eafc invade; 

No Mufick hear, no dying Looks 

Behold, read no romantick Books ; 

Books and Mufick turn the Head, 

Fools only ling, and Madmen read : 

They with falfc Notions fill the Biain* 

Are only fit to entertain 

Women, and Fops that arc moiC vaiu. 

Love and Folly ftill are. found 

In thofe to make the dccpeft Wound, 

Who think their Paflions to allay. 

By g ving of them leave to fway 

A while; but they like Winter Torrents grow> 

And all our Limits overflow. 

Never truft thy felf alone. 

Frequent good Company and Wine. 

In gen'rous Wines thy PalTion drown, 

That will make thee all divine. 

Better 'tis to drink to death. 

Than figh and whine away our Breathy 

In Friends and Bottles we may find 

More Joys than in Womankind. 

A far Enjoyment Women pall, 

Intolerable Plagues they're all. 

Vain, foolilh, fond, pioud, whimfical, 

DifTembling, hypocritical. 

Wines by keeping them improve, 

And real Friends more firmly love. 

If one Vintage proves fevere. 

We're doubly rccompcnc'd next Year, 

If out deareft Friends we lofc. 

Others may fuccced to thofe. 

Women only, of all things. 

Have nothing to aflwagc thcii Stingy. 

3:^8 The Second Par to/ 

Curi*d is the Man that does purfue 
The (hort-liv'd Pleafuxcs of their Charms} 
There is no Hell but in their Arms : 
For ever damned, damning Sex adieu. 

uf« Ode written hy Mr. Abraham 
Cowley, for Her Majefiy^ ^een 
to King Charles I. 

COME Poetry i and with thee bring along 
A rich and painted throng 
Of nobleft Words into my Song ; 
Into my Numbers let them gently flow. 
Soft, and fmooth, and thick as Snow, 
And turn the Numbers 'till they prove 
Smooth as the fmoothcft Sphear above. 
And like a Sphear harmonioufl)' move. 

Little doft thou, mean Song, the FoitUAC know 
That thou art deftin'd to; 
Or what thy Stars intend to do. 
Among a thoufand Songs, but few can be 
Born to the Honour promis'd thee; 
Vrania's felf fhall thee rehearfe, 
And a juft Blcfling to thee give; 
Thou in her fweet and tuneful Breath Ihalt live. 

Her pleafing Tongue with thee fhall freely play, 
Thou on her Lips flialt ftray. 
And dance upon that rofie way ; 
What Prince alive, that would not envy thee I 
And think thee higher far than he I 
And how wilt thou thy Author Crown, 
When fair "Urania fliall be known 
To fing my Words, when ihe but fgeaks hex ovfnt 

Miscellany Poems. 309 
On F I R T U E, 

Hy Mr, Evelyn. 

FAIR Virtue, fliould I follow thee 
1 (hou'd be naked, and alone, 
pot thou art not in Company, 
And Tcarce art to be found in one. 

Thy Rules are too fcverc, and cold. 
To be embrac'd by vig'rous Youth ; 

And Fraud and Av'ricc arm the old 
Againft thy Jufticc and thy Truth. 

He who, by light of Reafon led, 
Inftrufts himfclf in thy rough School, 

Shall all his Life-time beg his Bread, 
And when he dies, be thought a fool. 

Though in himfclf he's fatisfy'd 
"With a calm Mind and chcarful Heart, 

The World will call his Virtue Pridc^ 
His holy Life, Defign and Art. 

The Reign of Vice is abfolutc. 
While good Men vainly ftrivc to rife ; 

They may declaim, they may difputc. 
But (hall continue poor, and wife. 

Honours and Weakh were made by Fate 
To wait on fawning Impudence, 

To give inllpid Coxcombs weight, 
And to fupply the want of Senfe, 

Mighty Pompeyy whofc great Soul 
Dcfiga'd the Liberty of T^wc j 

3^0 The Secokd Part «?/ 

In vain did C^far^s Arms controul. 
And at PJiarfalia was o'ercome. 

His Virtue, conftant in Diftrcfs* 
Xa Ptolemy no Pity bred, 

Who barely guided by Succefs, 
Secur'd his Peace with his Friend's Head, 

Brutttsy whom the Gods ordain*d 
To do what Pampey would have done, 

The gcn'rous Motion entertain'd. 
And ftab*d the Tyrant on his Throne 

This god-like Brmt*s^ whofe delight 
Was Virtue, which he had ador'd. 

Haunted by Speftres over Night, 
Pell the next Day on his own Sword- 

If, when his^opc of Vift'ry loft. 
This noble 'B^man could exclaim. 

Oh Virtue, whom 1 courted moft, 
-1 find (he's but an empty Name I 

In a degenerate Age like this. 
We with more reafon may conclude. 

That Fortune will attend on Vice, 
Mis'ry on thofe who dare be good. 

ji SONG to a Scotch Tunc^ 

By Mr. Tho, Otway. 

I Love, I dote, I rave with Tain, 
No Quiet's in my Mind, 
Tho* ne'er cou'd be a happier Swaui» 
W«xc i$>/W4 lefs ulikia4i 

Miscellany Poems. 311 

For when, as long her Chains I've worn, 

1 ask relief from fmart, 
She only gives me Looks of Scorn j 
Alas, 'twill break my Heart I 

My Rivals, rich in Worldly Store, 

May offer heaps of Gold, 
But furely 1 a Heav'n adore, 

Too precious to be fold j 
Can Sylvut fuch a Coxcomb prize, 

for Wealth and not Defert, 
And my poor Sighs and Tears defpife ? 

Alas, 'twill break my Heart ! 

When like fomc panting, hov*ring DOYC> 

I for my Blifs contend, 
And plead the Caufe of eager Love, 

She coldly calls me Friend. 
Ah, Sylvia! thus in vain you ftrivc 

To aft a Healer's part, 
'Twill keep but ling'ring Pain alive, 

Alas 1 and break my Heart. 

When on my lonely, pcnfivc Bed, 

I lay me down to reft, 
In hope to calm my raging Head, 

And cool my burning Breaft, 
Her Cruelty all Eafe denies, 

Witlr fomc fad Dream I ftart. 
All drown'd in Tears I find my EycS| 

And breaking feel my Heart. 

Then riling, through the P«h I rove 

That leads me where Ihe dwells, 
Where to the fenfelefs Waves my Love 

Its mournful Story tells j 
W'tlh Sighs I dew and kifs the Door, 

'Till Morning bids depart ; 

311 7^^ Second Part tff 

Then vent ten thoufand Sighs and more : 
Alas, 'twill break my Heart ! 

But, Sylvia^ when this Conqueft's wo«. 
And 1 am dead and cold. 

Renounce the cruel Deed you've done. 
Nor glory when 'tis toldj 

For ev'ry lovely gen'rous Maid, 
Will take ray injured Part, 

And curfc thee, Sylvia^ l*m afraid, 
-Fox breaking my poor Heart. 


NO more will I my Paflion hide, 
Tho' too ptefuming it appear. 
When long Defpair a Heart has try'd. 

What other torment can it fear ? 
Unlov'd of her 1 would not live. 
Nor die till ihe the Sentence give. 

Why lhou*d the Fair offended be. 
If Virtue charm in Beauty's Drefi : 

If where fo much divine I fee. 
My open Vows the Saint confefs ? 

Awak'd by wonders in her Eyc5, 

My foimci Idols I dcfpifc. 


Miscellany Poems. 5 

"The IV I S IL 

As Leaves which from the Trees blown dowa 
Are IcorchM and Ihrivcl'd by the Sim j 
Or Lillies which the Virgins crop 
Contraft their Beauty, die and drop: 
So w]>en 1 on Donnda look, 
I ftrait am ^itli a Lightning ftrooki 
But if I gaze a while and ilay 
I melt infenlibly away. 


But then as foft and gentle Showers^ 
Renew old Life in dying Flowers ; 
Or Dew (hed on the Womb of Earth 
Does give the Early BlolToms birth : 
So if Dorindii fhcds a Tear 
New Itrcngth and motion does appear 
But if Jhe balmy Kifles gives. 
My Soul returns again and lives. 

Therefore, my Dear, fincc Life and Death 
Depend at once upon your Breath j 
Since what your Eyes of Life deprive, 
Your Kifles heal and do revive j 
Kill and delhoy me as you pleafe. 
Tor only then my iMind's at eafc. 
When your Eyes and Lips contrive. 
To miikc me often Die and Live. 

Vol. II, 

314 '^^^ Second Part of 

By Major A : t n. 

GEntle Repioofs have long been tiy'd in vain. 
Men but defpife us whiJe we but complain: 
Such numbers are concern'd for the wrong fide, ^ 
A weak refiftance ftill provokes their Tiide j > 

And cannot ftem the fierceneCs of the Tide. ^ 
Laughers, Buffoons, with an unthinking Crowd 
Of gaudy Fools, impertinent and loud, 
Infult in every corner; Want of Senfe, 
Confirm'd with an outlandifli Impudence, 
Among the rude Diiluxbers of the Pit, 
Have introduc'd ill Breeding, and falfc Wit; 
To boaft their Lewdnefs here young Scourers meet,; 
And all the vile Companions of a Street, j 

Keep a perpetual bawling near that Door, 
Who the Bawd laft Night, who bilk'd theWhore i ' 
They fnarl, but neither Fight nor pay a Farthing, 
A Play-houfe is become a meer Bear-garden 5 
Where every one with Infblence enjoys. 
His Liberty and Property of Noifc. 
Should true Senfc, with revengeful Fire, come down, 
Our Sodom wants Ten Men to fave the Town .• 
Each Parifh is infedted : to be clear 
We muft lofe more when the Plague was here : 
While every little Thing perks up fo foon, ^ 

That at Fourteen it hedorsup and down [Town, V 
With the beft Cheats and the worft Whores i'th'^ 
Swears at a Play, who diould be whipt at School,^ 
The Foplings muft in time grow up to rule, S 
The Fafliion muft prevail to be a Fool. -> 

Some powerful Mufe, infpir'd for our defence, 
Arife, and fave a little common Senfe : 
In fuch a Caufe, let ti^y keen Satyr bite. 
Where Indignation bids thy Genius write : 

Miscellany Poems.' 31; 

Alark a bold leading Coxcomb of the Town, 
And lingle out tlic Bcalt and hunt him dowii; 
Hang up his mangi'd Carcafs on the Stage, 
To fright away the Vermin of the Age, 

On the Death of Mr. Wa l l e r. 

TH O' ne'er fo Eafe, or never fo Sublime, 
All Human things muft be the Spoil of Time: 
Toet and Hcroe with the reft muil go ; 
Their Fame may mount, their Duft muft lie aslo,v» 
Thus mighty IVaihr is, at laft, expir'd, -y 

With CovjUv, from a vicious Age rctir'd, S» 

As much Lamented, and as mucii Admir'd, ■-* 
Long we enjoy'd him, on his tuneful Tongue ->• 
All Ears and Hearts with the fame Rapture hung, ^ 
As his on lovely Chloris while (lie Sung! ^ 

His Style does fo much Strength and Sweetnefs bear. 
Hear it but once, and you'd for ever hear ! 

Various his Subjects, yet they jointly warm, 
AH Spirit, Life, and every Line a Charm: 
Cont(k throughout, (o exquifitely penn'd, 
■NV'hat he had hnilh'd nothing elfe could mend. 

Now, in foft Notes, like dying Swans, he'd Sing, 
Now tow'r aloft, like Eagles on the Wing 5 
Speak of adventrous Deeds in fuch a Strain, 
As all but Miiton would attempt in vain j 
And only there, where his rap't Mufe does tell 
How in th' ^therial War th' Apoftate Angels fell. 

His Labours, thus, peculiar Glory claim, 
As writ with fomcthing more than Mortal Flame: 
Wit, Judgment, Fancy, and a heat Divmc, [Hiine: 
Throughout each part, throughout the whole does 
Th' Expreflion clear, the Thought fubiime, :indhigh. 
No flutt'ring, but with even wmg he glides along 

the Sky, 

P z 

3i6 The Second Part of 

Here the two bold contending Fleets are found. 
The mighty Rivals of the watery Round j 
In Smonk and Flame involv'd, they could not Fight 
With lb much Force and Fire as he does Wiite. 
Here Gaiatea mourns ; in fuch fad Strains 
Poor Philomel her wretched Fate complains. 
Here Fletcher and Immortal Johnfon fliine, 
Deathlefs, prefcrv'd in his Immortal Line. 
But where, O mighty Bard, where is that He, 
Surviving now, to do the fiime for Thee? 
At (uch a Theam my confcious Mufe retires. 
Unable to attempt thy Praife, flie likntly admires. 
Whether for Peaceful Charles, or Warlike James^ 
His Lyre was Strung, the Mufes deareft Thcams: 
Whether of Love's Succefs, when in the Eyes -\ 
Of the kind Nymph the confcious Glances rife, \ 
When, blu/liing, (he .breaths flioit, and with con-C 
ftraint denies j J 

Whether he paint the Lover's leftlefs Caie, 
Or Sacharijfa., the difdainful Fairj 
(Relentlefs Sacharljfa, Deaf to Love, 
The only She his Verfe. could never move; 
But fure fhe ft opt her Ears, and fhut her Eyes, 
He could not elfe have mifs'd the Heav'nly Prize.) 
All this is manag'd with that Strength of Wit, 
So happily, fo fmoothly, courtly writ. 
As nothing but himfelf could e'er have done ; 
And we no more muft hope now he (great Kmg of 
Verfe) is gone. 
Nor did Old Age damp the Poetick Flame, 
Loaded with Fourfcore Years, 'twas ftill the fame. 
Some we may fee, wlio in their Youth have writ 
Good Senfe, at fifty take their leave of Wit, 
Chimera a and incongruous Fables feign. 
Tedious, Inlipid, Impudent, and Vain : 
But he knew no Decay ; the facred Fire, 
Bright to the laft, did with himfelf expire. 

Such was the Man, whofe Lofs we now deplore. 
Such was the Man, but we fliould call him moic. 

Miscellany Poems. 317 

Immortal in himfclf, wc need not ftrivc 

To keep his facred Memory alive. 

Juft, Loyal, Brave, Obliging, Gen'rous, Kindj -^ 

The Fn^,':/f.' he has, ro the height rerin'd, [hind. > 

And tlie beft Standard of it leaves (his Les'acv) be- ^ 

P R o L o G IT E, to tbe Univcrfity of 
Oxen, fpoktn by Air. Hurt, at the 
JlciUig of the Silent Woman. 

V/iitten by Mr, Dryden. 


WHAT Greece, when learning flourifii'd, only 
(^'l.enr^.n Judge?,) vou this day rcnev.-. 
Here too are Annual Rites to Fcilas done, 
And here Poetick Prizes loft or won. 
Mcthiiiks I fee you, cicwn'd with Olives fir, 
Arc ftrii:e a Tarred Honour from the Pit. 
A Day of Poom is this of your Decree, ^ 

W/.ere even the Beft are but by Mercy free : [Ccc. > 
A I>ay whicii noacbui /J.' //o/; durft have wiiliM to ^ 
Here they who long have known the ufeful Stage, 
Come to be taught ihemfclves to teach the Age. 
As your Commiffioners our Poets go. 
To cultivate the Virtue which you low : 
In your Lyi:>enM, hrft themfelves rcfin'd, 
And delegated thence to Human-kind. 
But as Lmbafladors, when long fiom home. 
For new Inftrufiions to their Princes come ; 
So Foets who your Precepts have forgot, 
FvCtuin, and beg they may be better taught : 
Follies and Faults tlfe',vherc by them are fliown. 
But by your Manners they correct their own. 
Th' lUiterate Writer, Lnipcrick like, applies 
To Minds difeas'd, unfafe, chance Remedies : 
TheLearn'd in Schools,where Knowledge f.rft began, 
Studies with Caic th' Anatomv of Man i 

3i8 Tl'^ Second Part 6/ 

Sees Virtue, Vice, and Paflions in their Caufe, 
And Fame from Science, not from Fortune draws. 
So Poetry, which is in Oxford made 
An Art, in London only is a Trade. 
There haughty Dunces, whofc unlearned Pen 
Could ne'er fpell Grammar, would be reading Men. 
Such build their Poems the Lucretian way. 
So many huddled Atoms make a Play j 
And if they hit in Order by feme Chance, 
They call that Nature, which is Ignorance. 
To fuch a Fame let mere Town-Wits afpire, 
And their gay Nonfenfe their own Citts admire-. 
Our Pocr, could he £nd Forgiveneis here 
Would wiih it rather than a Plaudit there. 
He owns no Crown from thofe Fr^toruin Bunds, 
tut knoi^s that Right is in the Senate's Hands. 
Not impudent enough to hope your Piaife, -j 

Low at the Mufes Feet his Wreath he layf, F 

And where he took it up, refigns his Bays. ^ 

Kings make their Poets whom themfelves think £t. 
But 'tis your Suffrage makes authentick Wir. 

E P I L O G U E3 fpokefi hy the fame. 

Written by Mr. Dry den. 

NO poor DuHh Peafiint, wing'd with all his Fear, 
Flies with more hafte, when the trench Arms 
draw near. 
Than we with our Poetick Train come down 
For refuge hither, from th' infefted Townj 
Heaven for our Sins this Summer has thought fit 
To vifit us with all the Plagues of Wit. 

A tremh Troop firft fwept all things in its way, 
But thofe hot Mjnfet'.rs were too quick to ftay j 
Yet, to our Coft in that Ihort time, we find 
They left their Itch of Novelty behind^ 

Miscellany Poems. 319 

Th' Italian Merry- Andrews took their place, 
And quite debauch'd the Stage with lewd Grimace j 
luftead of Wit, and Humours, your Delight 
"Was there to fee two Hobby-horfcs fight. 
Stout StfltAmoHcha. with Rufli Lance rode in. 
And ran a Tilt at Centaure ^de^ 
For Love you heard how amorous Ail'es bray'd, 
Ai)d Cats in Gutters gave their Serenade. 

:;re was out of Countenance, and each Day 
v.e nc^v-born Monftcr Ihcwn you for a Play. 
1 u when allfaird,toftrike the Stage quite dumb, 
i i.ofe wicked Engines call'd Macliines are come. 
\ TJiundcr and Lightning now foe Wit are play'd, 
I And fliortJy Scenes in L.-^ 
r Art Magick is for Poetry profeft, 
t And Cats and Dogs, and each obfcener Bead 
• To which eyfL^yptian Dotards once did bow, 
' Upon our Eiigltjh Stage are worfhip'd now. 
' Wicchcraft reigns there, and raifcs to Renown 
Mitcbeth, and Simon Majus of the Town. 
Flctcher^s defpis'd, your Johnfon out of Fafhion, 
And Wit the only Dmg in all the Nation, 
iu this low Ebb oui Wares to you arc fiiown, -^ 

By you thofe Staple Authors worth is known, ^ 
For Wit's a Manufadure of your own. ^ 

Wlien you, who only can, their Scenes haveprais'dj 
We'll boldly back, and fiiy their Price is rais'd. 

PROLOGUE toths Un'rcerftty of 
Oxford, 1674. Spoken Ipy Mr. HiUt. 

Written by Mr. D r y d E n. 


Octs, your Subjefts, have their Parts aflflgnM 
_ T'unbend, and to divert their Sov'reign's Mind 
When tir'd with following Nature, you think fit 
To leek rcpofc in the cool Shades of Wit, 

r 4 

310 The Second Part of 

And from the fwect Retreat, with Joy furvey 
What refts, and what is conquer'd, of the way. 
Here free your felves, from Envy, Care and Strife, 
You view the various Turns of human Life: 
Safe in our Scene, through dangerous Courts you go, 
And undebauch'd, the Vice of Cities know. 
Your Theories are here to Praftice brought. 
As in Mechanick Operations wrought ; 
And Man the little World before you fct, 
As once the Sphere of Chryftal, Ihew'd the Great ; 
Bleft fure arc you above all Mortal kind, 
If to your Fortunes you can fuit your Mind. 
Content to fee, and fluin, thofe Ills we Ihow, 
And Crimes, on Theatres alone, to know : 
With joy we bring what our dead Authors writ. 
And beg from you the value of their Wit. [Claim 
That Shakeffear''s, Fletcher^, and great Jehnfon\ 
Maybe renew'd from thofe who gave them fame. 
None of outliving Poets dare appear. 
For Mufes fo fcvere are worfliipt here j 
That confcious of their Faults theyfliun the Eye, y 
And as Prophane, from facred Places fly, > 

Rather than fee th' offended God, and die. •* 

We bring no Imperfeftions, but our own. 
Such Faults as made, are by the Makers fliown. 
And you have been fo kind, that we may boaft, 
The greateft Judges ftill can pardon moft. 
Poets muft ftoop, when they would pleafe our Pit, 
Debas'd even to the Level of their Wit. 
Difdaining that, which yet they know, will take. 
Hating themfclves, what their Applaufe muft make: 
But when to Praife from you they would afpirc 
Though they like Eagles mount, your Joi/e is higher. 
So far your Knowledge, all their Pow'r tranfccnds. 
As what JhoHld be, beyond what /,», extends. 

Miscellany Poems. 32! 

EPILOGUE ^^/Ct,7 at Oxford, 
l^y Mrs. Marshall, 

IVritten hy Mr. Drydcn. 

OF T has our Poet willit, this happy Seat 
Might prove his fading Mufc's laH Retreat : 
I wonder'd at his Willi, but now I find 
He fought for quiet, and content of Mind ; 
"Which noifeful Towns, and Courts can never know, 
And only in the (hades ]ike Laurels grow. 
Youth, e'er it foes the World, here itudies Rel>, 
And Age returning thence concludes it bell. 
What wonder if we court that happire's 
Yearly to fliaie, which hourly you poflefs. 
Teaching ev'n you, (whilethe vext World we fl;0\T;) 
Your Peace to value more, and better know ? 
'Tis all we can return for favours paft, 
Whofe holy Memory fl^all ever laft. 
For Patronage from him whofe care prefides 
O'er every noble Art, and every Science guides: 
BAtimrjiy X name the learn'd with reverence know. 
And fcarcely more to his own Virgd owe. 
Whofe Ase enjoys but what his Youth deferv'd, 
To r lie t.'iofe Mufes whom before he ferv'd : 
His Learning, and untainted Manners too 
We find {.AihcuiAns) are dcriv'd to you j 
Such aiiCient Hofpitality there rcfts ^ 

In yours, as dwelt inthefirft Grecian Breads, C 
Whofe kindnefs was Religion to their Guefts. - 
Such Modefty did to our Sex appear, ~ 

- As had there been no Laws, we need not fear, > 
Since each of you was our Proteftor here. «^ 

Converfc fo chaft, and fo ftrid Virtue fliowa- 
As might ^^Ipallo with the Mufes own. 
Till our return we muft defpair to find 
Jud^'^s I'o jiiftj ^o knowing, and fo kind, 
P ! 

311 The Second Part of 
Prologue to the Univerjity <?/ Oxford. 

Difcord, and Plots, which have undone our Age, 
With the fame ruin, have o'crwhelm'd the Stage.. 
Our Houfe has fuffer'd in the common Woe, 
We have been troubled with Scotch Rebels tooj 
Our Brethren are from Thames to Tu-ff^ departed, 
And of our Sifters, all the kinder-hearted, 
To Edenborough gone, Or Coacht, or Carted. 
With Bonny Blewcap there they aft all Night 
Tor Scotch half Crown, in EngUjli Three-pence hight. 
One Nympli, to whom fat Sir John Faljlaff's lean. 
There with her fingle Terfon fills the Scene. 
Another, with long ufe, and Age decay'd, 
Div'd here old Woman, and rofe there a Maid.' 
Out Trufty Door-keepers of former time, 
There ftrut and fwagger in Heroick Rhime : 
Tack but a Copper-lace to Drugget Suit, 
And there's a Heroe made without difpute. 
And that which was a Capon's Tail before. 
Becomes a Plume for Indian Emperor. 
But all his Subjefts, to exprcfs the Care 
Of Imitation, go, like Indians^h^tc; 
LacM Linnen there would be a dangerous thing, ^ 
It might perhaps a new Rebellion bring ; ^ 

The Scot who wore it, wou'd be chofen King. *> 
But why fliou'd I thefe Renegades defcribe. 
When you your felves have feen a lewder Tribe» 
Teague has been here, and to this learned Pit, 
With Irip} Aftion flanderM Englijh Wit. 
You have beheld fuch barb'rous Af4t's appear. 
As merited a fecond Maflacre. 
Such as like Cam wcic branded with difgrace. 
And had their Country ftampt upon their Face : 
When Stroulers duift prefume to pick your Purfe, 
We humbly thought our broken Troop not wotfe. 
How ill foe'er our Aftion may deferve, 
Oxford*^ A ylacc; wheic Wit can acver ftarvc. 


Prologue to the Univerjity d?/ Oxford. 

By Mr. D r Y d e n. 

TH C Aftors cannot much of Learning boaft. 
Of all who want it, we admire it moll, 
We love tlic Praifes of a learned Pit, 
As we remotely are ally'd to Wit. 
We fpeak our Poets Wit, and Trade in Ore, 
Like thole who touch upon the Golden Shore; 
Betwixt our Judges can diftinftion make, 
Difcern how much, and why, our Poems talce. 
^laik if the Fools, or Men of Senfe, rejoice. 
Whether th' Applaufe be only Sound or Voice. 
When our Fop Gallants, or our City Folly 
Clap o\'er-loud, it makes us melancholy : 
We doubt that Scene which does their wonder raife. 
And, for their Ignorance contemn their Praile. 
Judge then, if we who aft, and they who write, 
Shou'd not be proud of giving you delight. 
London grolly, but this nicer Pit 
Examines, fathoms all the Depths of Wit : 
The ready Finger lays on every Blot, 
Knows what fliou'djuftly pleafe, and what Ihou'd not. 
Nature her felf lyes open to your view. 
You judge by her what draught of her is true, 
Where out-lines Falfc, and Colours feem too faint. 
Where Bunglcis dawb, and where true Poets Paint* 
But by the facred Genius of this Place, 
By every Mufc, by eacii Domeftick Grace, 
Be kind to Wit, which but endeavours well. 
And, where you judge, prefumes not to excel. 
Our Poets hither for Adoption come. 
As Nations fu'd to be made free of 7^o;»/, 
Not in the luffragating Tribes to ftand, 
Uut in yoiu utmoA,ialt, pcoviiicialJBand, 

324 T^^ Seconp Part of 

If his Ambition may thofe Hopes puifue, 
Who with Religion loves your Arts and you, 
Oxford to him a dearer Name Ihall be. 
Than his own Mother Univerfity. 
Thebes did his green, unknowing Youth ingag^. 
He chufes Athens in his riper Age. 

y?'^ Prologue ^/ Oxford, 1680. 

By Mr. Dkyden, 

THcfpis, the firft ProfefTor of our Art, 
At Country Wakes, Sung Ballads from a Cart^ 
To prove this true, if Lntin be no Trefpafs, 
Dicitnr & Plauftris, -vexijfe Poemata Thefpisi 
But ey£fchyl0Si fays Horace in fomc Page, 
Was the firft Mountebank that trod the Stage : 
Yet Athens never knew your learned Sport, 
Of tofling Poets in a Tennis-Court ', 
But 'tis the Talent of our EngUfb Nation, 
Still to be plotting Ibme new Reformation : 
And few Years hence, if Anarchy goes on, 
Jiick^ Presbyter fliall here ereft his Throne. 
Knock out a Tub with Preaching once a Pay, 
And every Prayer be longer than a Play. 
Then all you Heathen Wits Ihall go to pot, 
Por disbelieving of a PopifU-plot : 
Your Poets fliall be us'd like Infidels, 
An.d worft the Author of rhe Oxford Bells : 
Kor (hould we fcape the Sentence, to depart, 
Ev'n in our firft Original, a Cart. 
Ko Zealous Brother there wou'd want a Stone, 
To maul us Cardinals, and pelt Pope Joan : 
Religion, Learning, Wit, wou'd be fuppreft. 
Rags of the Whore, and Trappings of the Beaft : 
Scot, St*arex^, Tom of ^cjHin, muft go down, 

As chief Suppoiteis of the Tiiple down , 

Miscellany Poems. 

And ^riflotU^s for deftruftion ripe, 
Some fay he call'd the Sowl an Organ-pipe, 
Which by fomejittlc help of Derivation, 
Sh;ill then be prov'd a Pipe of Infpiration. 

27;^ Prologue to A l b u m a z a r» 

M^ritten ly Mr. Dry den. 

TO fay this Comedy plcas'd long ji^Oi 
Is not enough to make it pafs you now. 
Yet, Gentlemen, your Anceftors had wit ; 
"When few Men cenfui'd, and when fewer writ. 
And Johnfon (of thofc few the beft) chofe this 
As tlvc beft Model of his Mafter-picce: 
Subtle was got by our ^AlburnAijirf 
Tliat Alchymift by this Aftxologer j 
Here he was fafliion'd, and wc may fuppofe. 
He lik'd the fartiion well, who wore theCloaths^' 
But Ben made nobly his, what he did Mould, 
What was another's Lead, becomes his Gold: 
Like an unrighteous Conqueror he Reigns, 
Tfct Rules that well, which he unjuftly Gains. 
But this our Age fuch Authors does afford. 
As make whole Plays, and yet fc.irce write one word j 
Who in this Anarchy of Wit, rob all ; 
And what's their Plunder, their PoflTefllon call. 
Who, like bold Padders, fcornby Night to prey> 
But rob by Sun-{hine, in the Face of Day. 
Nay fcarce the common Ceremony ufe. 
Of Stand Sir, and deliver up your Mufe ; 
But knock the Poet down, and, with a Grace; 
Mount TegajHs before the Owner's Face, 
Fairh, if you have fuch Country Toms abroad, 
'Tis time for all true Men to leave that Road. 
Yet it were modcft, could it but be fiiid 
They flxip thcLivijig, but thefc lob the Dead: 

^i6 The Second Part of 

Dare with the Mummies of the Mufes piny. 
And make Love to them the t^gyptian way ; 
Or as a Rhiming Author would hav^ laid. 
Join the Dead Living to the Living Deaxl. 
Such Men in Poetry may claim fome Part, 
They have the Licenfe, tho' they want rhc Art. 
And might, where Theft was prais'd, for Lautcats 
Poets, not of the Head, but of the Hand. [ftand 
They make the Benefits of others ftudying, 
Much like the Meals of Politick Jackc^uddingy 
VVhofe difh to challenge, no Man has the Courage, 
'Tis all his own when once h'has fpit i'th' Porridge, 
But, Gentlemen, you're all concern'd in this, 
You are in fault for what they do amifs. 
For they their Thefts ftill undifcover'd think. 
And durft not fteal, unlefs you pleafe to wink. 
Perhaps, you may award by your Decree, 
They Ihou'd refund, but that can never be. 
For fliould you Letters of Reprifal fcal, 
Thefe Men write that which no Man elfe would ftcaL 

Prologue to Aviragus Revived : 
Spoken by Mr. Hart. 

Written by Mr. D r y d e n. 

WITH fickly Aftors and an old Houfe too, 
We're match'd with glorious Theatres and 
new, [worn, 

And with our Ale-houfc Scenes, and Cloaths bare 
Can neither raifc old Plays, nor new adorn. 
If all thefe Ills could not undo us quite, 
A brisk Frtnch Troop is grown your dear delight, 
"Who with broad bloody Bills call you each day. 
To laugh and break youi Buttons at thcix Play, 

Miscellany Poems. 327 

Or fee feme fcrious Piece, which we prefumc 

Is fall'n from fome incomparabic Plume; 

And therefore, Mejjieurs, if you'll do us Grace, 

Send Lacquies early to prefcrve your Place. 

Wc dare not on your Privilege intrench, 

Or ask you why you like 'em ? they are French.. 

Therefore fome go with Courtclie exceeding, 

Neither to hear nor fee, but fliow their Breeding,' 

Each Lady driving to out-laugh the cert ; 

To make it feem they underftood the Jert : 

Their Countrymen come in, and nothing pay. 

To teach us EH^Ujh where to clap the Play: 

Civil I^'td: Our Hofpitablc Land, 

Bears all the Ch;uge for them to undcrftand: 

Mean time we languiih, and negleded Jye, 

Like Wives, while you keep better Company; 

And wifh for our own fakes, without a Satyr, 

You'd lels good Breeding, or had more good Nature* 

Prologue fpoken the firft Day of ths 
King's Houfe ABing after the Fire. 

Wnt by Mr. Dryden. 

SO fliipwreckt Paffengers efcape to Land, 
So look they, when on the bare Beach they ftand 
Dropping and cold, and their firft fear fcarce o'eij 
Expeding Famine on a Defart Shore. 
From that haid Climate we muft wait for Bread, 
Whence cv'n the Natives, forc'd by hunger, fled,, 
Our Stage docs human Chance prcfent to view, 
But ne'er before was fecn fo fadly true. 
You are chang'd too, and your Pretence to fee, 
Is but a Nobler Name for Charity. 
Your own Piovhions furuifli out our Feafts, 
>VJiile you the f oundeis make your felves the Gucft*^ 

3xS 7^^ Second Part <?/ 

of all Mankind befide Fate had fomc Care, y 
But for poor Wit no portion did prepare. ^ 

'Tis left a Rent-Charge to the Brave and Fair. -^ 
Ton cherifli'dit, and now its fall you mourn, 
Which blind unmanner'd Zealots make their fcorn. 
Who think that Fire a Judgment on the Stage, 
Which fpar'd not Temples in its furious Rage. 
But as our new built City rifes higher, 7 

So from old Theatres may new afpire, ^ 

Since Fare contrives Magnificence by Fire. 
Our Great Metropolis does far furpafs 
Whate'er is now, and equals all that was: 
Our Wit as far does Foreign Wit excel, 
And, like a King, fhou'd in a Palace dwell. 
But we with Golden Hopes are vainly fed, 
TaJk high, and entertain you in a Ihed : 
Your Prefence here (for which we humbly fue) 
and build up New. 

Prologue frr the Women^ when 
they J6ied at the old Theatre m 
Lincoln'^- Inn-Fields. 

Written by Mr. Dryden. 

WEre none of you, Gallants, e'er driven To hard. 
As when the poor kind Soul was under guard, 
And could not do't at home, in fome By-ftreet 
To take a Lodging, and in private meet ? 
Such is our Cafe, we can't appoint our Houfc, 
The Lovers old and wonted Rendezvouz : 
But hither to this trufty Nook remove. 
The worfe the Lodging is, the more the Love. 
For mKch good Paftime, many a dear fweet hu» 
IS Aoru ia Ganets on the humble Kugg. 

Ml scELLANY Poems. 329 

Here*s good Accommodation in the Pit, 
The Grave demurely in the midft may fit. 
And Co the hot Btirgundian On the Side, 
Ply Vizard Mask, and o'er the Benches ftridc: 
Here are convenient upper Boxes too, 's 

Por thofc that make the molt triumphant fliow, ^ 
All that keep Coaches muft not lit below. ^ 

There Gallants, you betwixt the Ads retire. 
And at dull Plays have fomething to admire : 
We who look up, can your Addrcfles mark j 
And fee the Creatures coupled in the Ark : 
So we expeft the Lovers, Braves, and Wits, 
The gaudy Houfe with Scenes, will fervc for Clts,^ 

ji Prologue fpoken at the opening 
of the New Houfe^ March liS, 1674. 

Written by Mr. Dry den.. 

A Plain built Houfe, after fo long a ft ay, 
Will fend you half unfatisfy'd away , 
When, fall'n from your expefted Pomp, you find 
A bare Convenience only is dcfign'd. 
You who each Day can Theatres behold, 
Like Nero's Palace, Ihining all with Gold, 
Our mean ungilded Stage will fcorn, we fear. 
And for the homely Room, difdain the Chear." 
Yet now cheap Druggets to a Mode arc grown, 
And a plain Suit (fince we can make but one) 
Is better than to be by tarnifli'd gawdry known. 
They who are by your Favours wealthy made. 
With mighty Sums may carry on the Trade: 
We, broken Bankers, half deftroy'd by Fire, -y 

With our fmall Stock to humble Roofs retire, S 
Pity our Lofs, while you their Pomp admire. "^ 
For Fame and Honour wc no longer ftrive, 
We yield in both, and only beg to live. 

55© The Second Part of 

-Unable to fupport their vaft Expence, 
Who build, and treat with fuch Magnificence; 
That like th' ambitious Monarchs of the Age, 
They give the Law to our provincial Stage: 
Great Neighbours envioufly promote Exccfs, 
While they impofe their Splendor on the Ids. 
But only Fools, and they of vaft Eftate, "> 

Th' extremity of Modes will imitate, ^ 

The dangling Knee-fringe, and the Kib-Cravat, ^ 
Yet if fome Pride with want may be allow'd. 
We in our Piainnefs may be iuftly proud : 
Our Royal Mafter will'd it (hould be fo, 
Whate'er he's pleas'd to own, can need no fliow : 
That facied Name gives Ornament and Grace, 
And, like his Stamp, makes bafeft Metals pafs. 
*Twere Folly now a ftately Pile to laife. 
To build a Play-houfe while you throw down Plays, 
Whilft Scenes, Machines, and empty Opera^s leign. 
And for the Pencil you the Pen difdain. 
While Troops of famife'd Frenchmen hither drive. 
And laugh at thofe upon whofe Alms they live : 
Old EngUpi Authors vanifh, and give place 
To thefe new Conqu'rors of the NormAn Racej 
More tamely than your Fathers you fubmit, 
you're now grown Vaflals to 'em in your Wit: 
Hark, when they play, how our fine Fops advance -y 
The mighty Merits of thefe Men of France, > 

Keep time, cry Ben, and humour the Cadence: * 
Well, plcafe your felves, but fure 'tis underftood. 
That Fm2c/? Machines have ne'er done £»g/^«<i good i 
1 wou'd not prophcfie our Houfes Fate : 
But while vain Shows and Scenes you over-rate, 

*Tis to be fear'd 

That as a Fire the former Houfe o'erthrew. 
Machines and Tempefts will deftroy the new. 

Miscellany Poems. 331 
Epilogue, by the fame Author, 

T Hough what our Prologue f.iid was fadly true, 2' 
Yet, Gentlemen, our homely Houfc is new, > 
A Charm that fcldom fails with, wicked, you. ■* 
A Country Lip may have the Velvet touch, i 

Tho' Ihc's no Lady, you may think her fuch, ^ 
A ftrong Imagination may do much. -* 

But you, loud Sirs, wlio tiio' your Curls look big, 
Criticks in plume and white valiancy Wig, 
Who lolling on our forcmoft Benches fit, 
And ftill charge rirft, (the true forlorn of Wit) 
W hofe favours, like the Sun, warm where you rouJ, 
Yet you, like him, have neither Heat nor Soul j 
So may your Hats your Foretops never prefs, 
Untouch'd your Ribbons, facred be your diefs 5 
So may you (lowly to old Age advance, 
And have th'Excufe of Youth for Ignorance^ 
So may Fop corner full of Noife remain, 
And drive far off the dull attentive Train ; 
So may your Midnight happy prove. 
And Morning Eatt'ries force your way to love \ 
So may not i-iwue your warlike Hands recal. 
But leave you by each others Swords to fall : 
As you come here to ruffle Vizard Punk, 
Wlien fober. rail, and roar when you are drimk. 
But to the Wits we can fome Merit plead, 
And urge what by thcmlelvcs has oft been faid: 
Our Houfe relieves the Ladies from tjc frights 
Of ill-pav'd Streets, and long dark Winter Niglits j 
The FUn.Lrs Horfcs from a cold bleak Road, 
■Where Bears in Furs dare fcarcely look abroad. 
The Audience from worn Plays and Fuftian Stuff 
Of Rhime, more naufeous than three Boys in Bu£P,, 
Though in their Houfe the Poets Heads appear, 
We Jiope we may prclumc their Wits arc here.. 

532 The Second Part of 

The beft which they referv'd they now will play, •% 
For, like kind Cuckolds, tho' w' have not theway^ 
To plcafc, we'll find you abler Men who may. ^ 
If they fhou'd fail, for laft recruits we breed -p 
A Troop of frisking Monfleurs to fucceed : p 

(You know the French fure Cards at time of need.) ^ 

An E P I L O G U E. 

Written by A>. Dryden. 

WERE you but half fo wife as y'are fevere. 
Our youthful Poet Ihou'd not need to fear: 
To his green Years your Cenfures you would fuit, 
Not blaft the Bloflbm, but exped the Fruit. 
The Sex that beft does pleafure underftand, 
Will always chufe to err on t'other hand. 
They check not him that's awkard in delight, 
But clap the young Rogue's Cheek, andfet him right. 
Thus heart'nd well and flefli'd upon his Prey, 
The Youth may prove a Man another Day. 
Your Ben and Fletcher in their firft young flighr. 
Did no Volpone^ no yArbaces write. 
But hopp'd about, and fliort Excurlions made n 
From Bough to Bough, as if they were afraid, ^ 
And each were guilty o£ Come Jli^hrcd Maid. ^' 
Shakefpear^s own Mule her Pericles firft bore. 
The Prince of Tyre was elder than the Moore : ' 
*Tis miracle to fee a firft good Play, 
All Hawthorns do not bloom on Chrijimas'day.. 
A flender Poet muft have time to grow. 
And fpread and burnifh as his Brothers do. 
Who ftill looks lean, fare with fomc Pox is curft, 
But no Man can be Faljfnff fat at firft. 
Then damn not, but indulge his ftew'd EfTays, 
Encourage him, and bloat him «p with Praife. 
That he may get more bulk before he dies, 
He's not yet fed enough for Sacrifice. 
Perhaps if now your Grace you will not grudge^ 
He may grow up to write, and you to judge. 

Miscellany Poems. 333 

An Epilogue for the Kin^s Hoiife, 

ff'ritfen by Mr. D r y d e N . 

WE acl by fits and ftarts, like drowning Mcnj 
But [ull peep up, and then pop down again. 
Let thole who call us wicked, change their Senfc, 
For never Men liv'd more on Providence. 
Not Lott'iy Cavaliers arc half To poor, 
Nor broken Cits, nor a Vacation Whore. 
Not Courts, nor Courtiers living on the Rents 
Of the three lart ungiving Parliiunents. 
So wretched, that if Pijarnoh could Divine, >% 

He might have fpar'd his Dream of feven lean Kiue, > 
And chang'd his Vilion for the Mufcs Nine. -* 

The Comety that they fay portends a Dearth, 
>\'as but a Vapour drawn from Pity-houfe Earth : 
Pent there llncc our laft Fire, and Lilly f-iys, 
Forediews our change of State, and ihhiThird-daysi, 
*Ti$ not our want of Wit that keeps us poor. 
For then the Printer's Prefs would I'ufFer more. 
Their Pamphleteers each Day their Venom fpit, 
They thrive by Treafon, and we ftarve by Wit. 
Conjfefs the truth, which of you has not laid {Looh^ng 
Four farthings out to buy the Hdt field ^laid? above. 
Ox which is duller yet, and more wou'd fpite us, 
Dtmocritui his Wars with Heracliins. 
Such are the Authors who have run us down. 
And excrcis'd you Criticks of the Town. 
Yet thefe are Pearls to your Lnmpooainj Rhinies, 
Y' abufc your felves more dully than the Tunes. 
Scandal, the Glory of the EngLjh Nation, 
Is worn to Rnggs, and fcribbled out of Fafhion. 
Such harmlefs Thrufts, as if, like Fencers wife. 
They had agreed their Play before their Prize : 
Faith, they may hang their Harps upon the Willows, 
*Tis juH like Childien when they box wiUi Pillows, 

334 "^^ Second Part of 

Then put an end to Civil Wars for (liame, . 
Let each Knight Errant v/ho has wrong'd a Dame, 
Throw down his Pen, and give her as he can. 
The Satisfaftion of a Gentleman. 

Prologue to tloe Princefs of C l e v e s. 

Written by Mr. Dry den. 

LAdies! (I hope there's none behind to hear,) 
I long to whifper fomething in your Ear : 
A Secret, which does much my Mind perplex, 
There's Trcafon in the Tlay againft our Sex. 
A Man that's falfe to Love, that vows and cheats. 
And kifTes every living thing he meets I 
A Rogue in Mode, I dare not fpeak too broad. 
One that does fomething to the very Bawd. 
Out on him, Traytor, for a filthy Eeaft, 
Nay, and he's like the pack of all the reft ; 
None of 'emftickat mark: They all deceive, ^ 
Some Jevj has chang'd the Text, 1 half believe, > 
There ^dam cozen'd our poor Grandame Eve. ^ 
To hide their Faults they rap out Oaths and tear : 
Now tho' we lye, we're too well bred to (wear. 
So we compound for half the Sin we owe, 
lut Men are dipt for Soul ?.nd Body too. 
And when found out excufe themfelvcs. Pox cant 'em. 
With Latin fluff, perjuriA ndet .Amamum. 
I'm not Book learn'd, to know that word in vogue, 
But 1 fufped 'tis Latin for a Rogue. ' 
I'm fure I never heard that Scritch-owl hollow'd 
In my poor Ears, but Separation followed. 
How can fuch perjur'd Villains e'er be faved, 
^chitophers not half fo falfe to David. 
With Vows and foft Expreflions to allure, 
They ftand, like Foremen of a Shop, demure : 
No fdOBcr out of fight, but they are gadding, 
And for the next new Face ride out a padding. 

Miscellany Poems. 33 j* 

Ycr, by their Favour when they have been kifllng, 
We can perceive the ready Mony miffing : 
Well I we may rail, but 'tis as good e'ea wink. 
Something we rind, and fomcthing they will fink. 
But fince tlieyre at renouncing, 'tis our Parts, 
To trump their Diamonds,and they trump our Hearts, 

Epilogue to the Princefs of C l e v e s. 

Wriitea by Mr. Dryden. 

AQiialm of Confcience brings mc back again 
To make amends to you befpatter'd Men I 
We Women love like Cats, that hide their Joys, 
By growling, fc|ualing, and a hideous Noife. 
1 rail'd at wild young Sparks, but without lying, 
Never was Man worle thought on for high-flying 
The Prodigal of Love gives each her Part, 
And fquandring Ihows, at leaft, a noble Heart. 
Tve heard of Men, who in fome lewd Lampoon. 
Have hir'd a Friend, to make their Valour known- 
That Accufation flraight, this queftion brings. 
What is the Man that does fuch naughty things ? 
Tke Spaniel Lover, like a fueakiug Fop, 
Lies at our Feet : He's fcarcc worth taking up. 
'Tis true, fuch Hero's in a Play go far. 
But Chamber Pradice is not like the Bar. 
When Men fuch vile, fuch feint Petitions make. 
We fear to give, becaufe they fear to take ; 
Since Modclly's the Virtue of our kind, 
Pray let it be to our own Sex confin'd. 
When Men ufuxp it from the Female Nation, 

'Tis but a Work of Supererogation 

We fliow'd a Priaccfs in the Play. 'Tis true, 
Who gave her Cj/kr more than all his due. 
Told her own Faults ; but 1 lliou'd much abiior, 
To chufe a Husband for my Conferibr. 

^3^i T'/^^ S E c o N D Par T ©/ 

You fee what Fate foUow'd the Saint-like Fool, 
for telling Tales from out the Nuptial School. 
Our Play a merry Comedy had prov'd. 
Had Hie confefs'd as much to him flic lov'd. 
True Pyesbyterian-Wives, the means wouM try, 
But damn'd Confefllng is flat Popery. 

ne Fable of the Pot af7d Kettle, 
as it was told by Colonel Titus the Night 
before he Kifs'd the King's Hand. 

As down the Torrent of an angry Flood, 
An Earthen Pot, and a Brafs Kettle flow'dj 
The heavy Caldron, linking and diftrcfs'd 
By his own Weight, and the fierce Waves opprefs'd, 
Slily befpoke the lighter Veflers aid j 
And to the Earthen Pitcher friendly fliid. 
Come, Brother, why fliould we divided lofe 
The Strength of Union, and our felves expofe 
To the Infults of this poor paltry Stream, 
Which with United Forces we can ftem? 
Tho' different heretofore have been our Parts, 
The common Danger reconciles our Hearts ; 
Here, lend me thy kind Arm to break the Flood, 
The Pitcher this New Friendfhip underftood. 
And made this Anfwer j Tho' I wifli for Eafe 
And Safety, this Alliance does not pleafe j 
Such different Natures never will agree, 
Your Conftitution is too rough for me j 
If by the Waves I againft you am toft. 
Of you to me, 1 equally am loft j 
And fear more Mifchief from your hardned fide. 
Than from the Shores, the Billows, or the Tide : 
I calmer Days, and ebbing Waves attend, -^ 

Rather than buoy you up, and fcrve your end, > 
To pcrilh by the 'iigor of my Fiiead. ^ 

Miscellany Poems. 337 

C Y N I s c A : Or, the Fourteenth Idyl- 
Hum of Theocritus imitated. 

By W. Bowles, I'ellov of Kings^Coll. Cambr. 


OH, how docs my dear c^fchincs / Oh how! 
Some Care, my Friend, firs heavy on thy Brow, 
,^ S C H I N E S. 
i-'iifcA, Friend, has fliown the Fiend confeft, 
/ud Peace and Joy arc banifli'd from my Breaft. 

T H r O N I C V S. 
< Hence this wild Look, and this diftrafted Air, 
Staring your Eyes, your Face o'ergrown witli Hair™ 
Juft fr.cli a T^Jit- Crucian here arriv'd, 
Some new Enthufiaft fiire, or FJood reviv'd ; 
With fuch a Mien he came, with fuch a Grace, 
So long his Beard, fo dry, fo pale his Face. 
cfS S C il I .V E S. 
You, Sir, arc merry j but alas I I find 
No Cure, no Eafe, to my diftemper'd Mind. 
I r;ivc, am by a thoufaiid Furies toll. 
And call in vain my Rcafon in my Paffion loft. 
T H Y N I CV S. 
1 al.vays knew you jealous and fevere ; 
But docs Cfnifa's Falfhood plain appear? 
t^ S C H I X E S. 
'Twas my ill fate, orchance,fome Friends to treat 
■^'irh richcft Wines, the Board was crown' J with 
choiceft Meat j 

: lir Crr.'tfat moft adorn'd the Feaft, 
: the Charms of Art and Nature drcd. 
.'. all our ravilli'd Senfes fed, 
\Vc gaz'd, and wc ador'd the lovely Maid: 
V/uh Wine and Baiuty all our Hearts were lir'd, 
And fair CytiifcA ft ill new Joys infpir'd, 
V 1. IL Q^ 

3 ^S T/^ S^ c o >' D Part of ■ 

Kow Healths we drank, and as the GlalTes came, 
(Sv,ch w^s the Law) each did his Miftiefs namc^ 
Charming Cyn'tfca too at laft was preft 
To name the Lover in her Favour blcft. 
A Woman, fuie, fhe hop'd might be excus'd! 
The .more they urg'd her, flic -the more refus'4.. 
Refus'd, oh Friend, and I her Lover by! 
Cuefs if my Rage, with Wine enflam'd, grew high. 
Silent (he Qxt, and with her Eyes deny'd ; 
Lycus is handfom, tall, and young, they cry'd' 
When Lyci^s Name but touch'd her guilty Soul, 
How down her Cheeks the liquid Globes did roull 
Coniiis'd her Look, while Shame and Guilt apace 
Shifted the whole Complexion of her Face. 
Gods', with what rage was myrack'dSoul furptiz'd I 
Itiy Curfe, my Ruin, am I then defpis'di 
Ingratcful and inhuman thou I begone, 
Go hug the Man whole Ab fence you bemoan; 
No more will I, deluded by your Charms,. 
Cherifli an abfent Miftrefs in my Arms. 
Swiftly, as Swallows to their Neft, Ihe fled, 
When unfletch'd Young lye gaping, and unfed. 
Swiftly -flie fled, with my Embraces eloy'd j 
Lycus flie long had lov'd, and long enjoy'd. 
A piiblick JcR, aud known to all alas I 
(The Cuckold laft perceives his own Difgrace) 
Yet once a Friend acfus'd the guihy Maid, 
And to my Ears th' unheard of News convey'd: 
For 1, a much abus'd, deluded Sot, 
The matter ne'er examin'd, or forgot. 
Kow, undiftuib'd, unrival'd Lycus reigns, 
Enjoys his Conqueft, aiid derides my Pains, 
Two Months are pail, fince unregarded I 
In a deferted Bed, and h.cpelefs lye. 
Long with the mighty Pain opprcfl, I firovci 
JBut ah I what Remedy for injur'd Love ! 
In vain 1 ftruggle with the fierce Difeafc, 
The fatal Poifox^ docs my Yirals feizs. 

Miscellany Poems. 339 

Ifet Damon did from Travel find Relief, 
And Abfenccfoon remov'd the raging Grief. 
In Fires like mine ruccefslefs Damon burn'd, 
Difcas'd he parted, and he found rcturn'd. 
1 too th' uncertain Remedy will try, 
And to lefs cruel Seas and Rocks will fly. 
T H r N I C V S. 
Por Flatiders then, fince you're refolv'd, prepare j 
TUndersy the Scene of Glory and of War I 
Or, if a better Choice and nobler Fire 
Does greater Arms, and greater Thoughts iufpirc, 
Hufigaria-i Rebels, and unchriftian Foes, 
(*Tis a vaft Field of Honour, Friend,) oppofc. 
By God-like Polaud born, and Lorrain foon 
The Crofs, ihall triumph o'er the waning Moon. 
There you the cruel Ravage may admire 5 
And ^Hj'tna, dcfolaic by Barb'rous Fire, 
May curfe the dire Effcfts of civil Ragej 
Oh in what Ills Religion can engage I 
There fuie witii Horror your diverted Mind 
Some Truce may with this fmaller Paflion find. 
ty£ S C H J N E S, 
CynifcA, oh unkind I farewel, I go, 
By thee condemn'd to diftant Countries ; knov.-. 
T 50, where Honour, and where Dangers call, 
F;om a iefs barb'rous Foe to tempt a noblct Ftll. 

Wrhien May 23, 1684. 



340 The Second Part of 

Proteus: Being the Fourth 

Eclogue of Samjazarm. 

jKfcrtbed tn Ferdinand (>f Arragon, T)tike 
of Calabria^ Son of Frederick King of 

By W. Bowles, Tellow of Kmg's-College, Cambr. 

NOW firft with bolder Sails I tejnpt the Main, 
ParthcHope deferves a loftier rtraiuj 
To fair Parthenope, O Nymphs, we rnuft. 
And our dear Country's Honour, now be juft. 
O then ye Nymphs, who in thefe Floods delight. 
Indulge one Labour, and direct my Flight. 

But thou, great hope of thy illuftrious Line, 
Thy Country's Pride, fprung from a Race divine, 
Whether o'er Pyreuaan Frofts thou go. 
And Mountains cover'd with eternal Snow, 
And the wild Tempefts of the warring Sky 
Prefer to the beft Plains of Itnly ; 
Or envious Her docs our hopes oppofe, 
Return, and happy make thy Peoples Vows: 
Tho' ^f>T/j-o;2, thy ^■■irr.igon^ with-hold, 
And Tn^us rowling o'er a Bed of Gold 
With all his Liquid M'ealth would buy thy ftay. 
Return, and our wiih'd Kapp-inefs no more delay! 
For, if the God that fills my Bieaft, foreknow, 
PArtijenope ihali to thy Scepter bow ; 
Parrhenoi'r, ufurp'd by foreign fvvay, 
Shall with new joy her rightful Prince obey. 
Oh I may fA-ift Time the happy Period bring. 
And I loud P^cms to thy Triumph ling I 
Mean while a lower Mufe indulgent view, 
Which I, the fiifi, with. bold defign and new. 

Miscellany Poems. 341 

LCiivIng th' .^ Fields, and vocal Plain, 
In triumph bring down to thy liibjeft Main j 
And on rhc neighb'ring Rocks md founding Shorf^ 
A newer Scene prefent, and untry'd Seas explore. 
What Port, what Sea, fo dll^ant can be found. 
Which Proteus has not blcft with heav'uly found ? 
Him Pra/idamus and Mdan'.hius knew, 
Tor all the God appear'd to mortal view ; 
On great M icrvi''s Rock the God appear'd. 
And charm'd wirhVerfe Divine his monftrous Herd. 
While PhtxbHs funk with the declining Day, 
And all around delighted Dolphins play. 

For lo I he fung 

How Larth's bold Sons, bv wild Ambition fii'd, 
Defy'd the Gods, and to Ceicftial Thronis afpit'd, 
Typhceus firft, with lifted Mountains arm'd, 
Led on the furious Van, and Heav'n it felf ahum'd. 
Now Proihyte among the Stars he threw. 
And from their Bales torn huge Iflands flew. 
And (hook th' .£therial Orbs : The Pow'rs above 
Then firft knew fear ; not fo Almighty Jove : 
He with red Lightning arm'd, and winged Fire, 
Rcplung'd the Rebels in their native Mire. 
All Nature with the dreadful Rout refounds. 
They fled, andbath'd iu Baian Springs their burning 

On the fcorch'd Earth the Footfteps ftill remain. 
And fulph'xous Springs a fiery Tafte retain. 

He fung .-^litde.-, and his noble Toil, 
His glorious Triumph, and his wond'rous. * Pile, 
Which does the Fury of the Waves fuftain. 
Confine rhc Lncr-.m, and repel the Main. 
Next the CM7ȣan Cave and Grove relates. 
Where anxious Mortals throng'd to learn theii Fates : 

'*- The Herculean Way rdii\i by Hercules in his l{e- 
tHrn fram Spain. 

^2 The Second Part •/ 

The raving t Virgin, and her fatal Page, 

Her more than mortal Sounds, and facrcd R«gej 

And that fad Vale, unvifitcd by Day, 

Where bury'd in eternal Night -^ Cimmerians lay. 

But thee, § Pa»/ihp(n, he gently blames, 

And fweetly mourns thy inaufpicious Flames, 

Concern'd for lovely Ne/isy ah too late! 

Oh Itay, ra(h Man I Why doft thoU urge her Fate? 

She, wretched Maid, thy loath'd Embrace to fhun. 

Does to fteep Rocks and Waves lefs cruel run : 

Not the dire Profpe^b can retard her Flight, 

Or gaping Monftcrs from beneath affright. 

Oh ftay! and reach no more with greedy Hand*, 

See ! to a Rock transform'd thy Nejis ftands. 

She, who fo fwift, with the firft Dawn c^f Day 

Rang'd o^'er the Woods, andchas'd the flying Prey: 

See I her wing'd Feet their wonted fpced refufe. 

And her ftiff Joints their nimble Motion lofc. 

Oh Panope, and all the Nymphs below. 

To fo much Beauty juft CompafTion fhow ! 

If pity can atfed your happy State, 

O viiif Nejisy and lament her Fate ! 

He fung how once the beauteous | Syren {way*<r. 
And mighty Kingdoms the fiiir Nymph obey'd j 
Defcribes the lofty Tomb, which all adore; 
Then tells, how loofing from their Native Shore, 
By all the Gods conduced, and their Fate, 
II Euhaans founded that aufpicious State, 
Then fung the rifing Walls and Tow'rs, whofehciglit 
Is loft in Clouds, and tires the fainting iight. 
What mighty Piles from the capacious Bay, 
And hidden Pipes th' obedient Springs convey : 
And that proud Pharos^ whofc aufpicious Light 
Informs glad Sailers, and direfts their Sight. 

]Sihl. ■* Placed by fame near Naples. § Paufily- 
pus nnd Nelis Are the Nanus of tvjo Promontories 
near Naples. X Parthenope. || ^ Colony of Eubae- 
■Jins from Chalcis, knitt Cwmz and Napie*. 


And how beneath the gentle Samo flows, 

In VciTe as fmooth as that, and high as thofe. 

He told, ^ud r>veetly rais'd his Voice divine, 

How ♦ Melifxst!, lov'd by all the Nine, 

lmmort:tl Vnq^il faw ; the God-like Sha.le 

Ecqueath'd that Tipc, which fo diviaely play'd. 

Lycoris ftying from her Lovers Arms, 

And DaphJit's Fate, and young y^Uxis Charms. 

Led by the Mule \, he mounts the ftarry Skies, 

And all the Ihining Orbs above dcfcries. 

Why fhcu'd 1 fpcak of Syren., or- relate 

Their trcach'roLS Songs, and the pleas'd Sailer's Fate ? 

Or, how in mournful Strains iic did recount 

The dire Eruptions of the burning jj Mount, 

When with Iwift Ruin, a;id a dreadflil Sound, 

Vaft Floods of liquid Fixe o'ci'.vhelm'd the CGuntry 

Laft Battles, and their various Chance, he fings 
The great Events of War, and Fate of Kings ; 
And thee, t whom Italy bewails, tiie beft. 
By Fortune^'s Rage, and angry Gods opprcd, 
Stript of tiiy Kijigdoms, and compcli'd to ny, 
And on uncertain Hope and G.tilLk Faith iclye. 
Oh Treachery of human low'r I forlorn, 
And iaft by Death condcma'd to a precarious Urn. 
Ho.v vain is Man! and in what depth of Night 
The dark Decrees of Fate are hid from mortal fight ! 
Cou'drt thou, who potent Kingdoms didi^ command, 
Not find a Tomb but in a foreign Land 1 
Yet mourn not, hippy ShV^de, thy cruel FatCj 
The lofs is light of that iuperfluous State. 
Nature provides for all a common Grave, 
The la.f Retreat of the diArcfs'd and brave. 

^ Pontanus a Neopolitaa Pirt. \ His Poem caWd 
Urania. !| Vcfuvius. X Frederick Vsi^g of Naples, 
6\t Guicciardiiie. 


344 The Second Part of i 

Thus he j 

Prom the fiift Ages and Heroick Times, \ 

Deduc'd in order his myfterious Rhimes. 
Chann'd by his Song, the Billows ceas'd to roar. 
And loud Applaufes rung along the Shoar: \ 

■'Till the pale Moon advanc'd her beauteous Head, 
And all the Gods funk to their watry Bed. 


By Sir George Etheridge, 

YE happy Swains, whofe Hearts are free 
From Love's Imperial Chain, 
Take warning and be taught by me, 

T' avoid th' inchanting Fain, 
ratal the Wolves to trembling Flocks, 

Fierce Winds to BlolToms prove* 
To carclcfs Seamen hidden Rocks, 
To human Quiet Love. 


riy the fair Sex, if Blifs you prize. 

The Snake's beneath the Flow'r j 
•Who ever gaz'd on beauteous Eye?, 

That tafted Quiet more ? 
How faithlefs is the Lover's Joy ! 

How conftant is their Care ! 
The Kind with Falfliood do deftroy. 

The Cruel with Defpair. 


By Mr. J. H. 

N Chhris all foft Charms agree, 
Inchanting Humour, pow'xful Wit, 


Miscellany Poems. 341 

Beauty from Affcftiition free, 

And for eternal Empire fit. 
"Where-e'cr fl;e goes. Love waits her Eyes, 

The Women envy, Men adore j 
But did (lie lefs the Triumph prize. 

She would deferve the Conqueft more. 
The Pomp of Love fo much prevails, 

She begs, what none elfe wou'd deny her. 
Makes fuel; Advances with her Eyes, 

The Houe fhc gives prevents Defires 
Catches at ev'ry trifling Heart, 

Seems warui with ev'ry glimm'ring Flanic, 
The common Prey fo deads the Dart, 
It fcarce can pierce a noble Game. 
1 cou'd lye Ages at her Feet, 

Adore her, carclcfs of my Pain, 
"With tender Vows her Rigours meet, 

Dcfpair, Love on, and not complain. 
My Paflion, from all change fecure. 

No Favours raife, no Frown controuls, 
1 any Torment can endure, 

But hoping with a Crowd of Fools. 

SAPPHO'S Ode from Longinus. 

By Mr. W. Bowles. 

THE Gods are not more bleft than he, 
Who fixing his glad Eyes on thee. 
With thy bright Rays his Senfcs cheats, 
And drinks with ever thirfly Ears, 
The charming Muiick of thy Tongue, 
Does ever hear, and ever long; 
That fees with more than human Grace, 
Sweet Smiles adorn thy Angel Face, 

54<5 ne Second Part »/ 

But when with kinder Beams you (hlne^ 
And fo appear much more Divine, 
My feeble Scnfc and dazi'd Sight 
No more fupport the glorious Light, 
And the fierce Torrent of Delight. 
Oh ! then I feel my Life decay. 
My raviHiM Soul then flies away, 

Then Eaintncfs does my Limbs iurprlfe, 
And Darknefs fwims before my Eyes. 
Then my Tongue fails, and from my Brow 

The liquid Drops in lilence- fTow, 

Then wand'ring Fires run through my Blood; 

And Cold binds up the flupid Floodj 

All pale and brcathlefs then I lye, 

1 figh, I tremble, and I die 

^he Tkirteenth O D e 0/ the Fourth 
c/ H O R A C E. 

Lrr£, the Gods have heard my Pray'r, 
Lyce the Proud, the Charming, and the Fair, 
Lycc is old ! tho' wanton ftill, and gay, 
You laugh, and fing, and play. 
Now Beauty fails, with Wine you'd raife Deffre^ 
And with your trembling Voice wou'd fan our dying 
II. [Fire. 

In vain ! for Love long fincc forfook [Look ; 
Thy fnowy Hair, thy falling Teeth, and withering 
He Clna'^ blooming Face 
Adorns with ev'xy Grace, 
Her Wit, her Eyes, her ev'ry Glance are Darts, 
That withiefiftlefs force invade our Hearts. 

Miscellany Poems. 54? 

i^ot all your Art, nor ;ill your Dreff, 
(Tlio' grown to a ridiculous excels, 
Tho' you by Lovers Spoils made fine, 
In richeft Silks and Jewels (hine. 
And with their borrow'd Light 
Surprize the dazl'd Sight,) 
Can your P.cJ Youth recall, recall one Day 
Which riyingTimeonhis Avifc Wings has born away. 
Ah ! where are all thy Beauties fled I [Maid f 
Where a'i the Charms that fo adorn'd the tender 
Ah I where the namclefs Graces that were ieeii 

In all thy Motions, and thy Mien 1 
What no-.v, oh I what is of that Lyce left, 
Bv which I once was of my Senfc and of my Soul bc- 
V. [reft! 

Of her, who with my Onura, ftiove, 
And (hat'd my doubtful Love I 
Yet Fate, and the lali unrelenting Hour, 
Seiz'd her gay Youth, and pluck'd the fpringing 
But angry Heav'n has referv'd thee, [f low'r. 
That you with Rage might fee, 
With Rage might fee your Beauties fading Glory fiy. 
And your Ihort Youtli, and tyrannous To.v'r before 
you die. 

That your infLiking Lovers might return 
Pride for your Tride, and with retorted Scorn 
Glut their Revenge, and fatiate all their Paiui- 
W'ith cruel Pleafuie, and with fiiarp difdain, 
Might laugh, to fee that Fire which onccfo bmu'4^>. 
Shot fuch leiiftlefs FJaracs, to Alhes turu'd. 

344 "^^^ Second Part of 

By the Barlof Rofcommon. 

AH hnppy Grove I dark and fecure Retreat 
Of flicred Silence, Rcft's Eternjil Seatj 
How well your cool and unfrequented Shade 
Suits with the chafte Retirements of a Maid I 
Oil ! if kind Heav'n had been lo much my Friend, 
To make my Fate upon my Choice depend j 
All my Ambition I would here confine, 
And only this Elyz^ium fhould be mine. 
Fond Men by Paflion wilfully betray'd, 
Adore thofe Idols which their Fancy made; 
Purchadng Riches> with our Time and Care, 
"We lofe our Freedom in a gilded Snare j 
And having allj all to our felves refufc, 
Oppieft with Bleflings which we fear to u(e. 
Fame is at beft but an inconfxant good, 
Vain are the boafted Titles of our Blood ; 
We fooneft lofe what we moft highly prize, 
And with our Youth our fliort-liv'd Beauty dies. 
In vain our Fields and Flocks increafe our ftore. 
If our Abundance makes us wi/h for morej 
How happy is the harmlefs Country Maid, 
Who rich by Nature fcorns fuperfiuous Aid '. 
Whofe modeft Cloaths no wanton Eyes invite. 
But like her Soul preferve the native White ; 
Whofe little {lore her well-taught Mind docs plcafe. 
Nor pinch'd with want, nor cloy'd with wanton eafe. 
Who free from Storms, which on the great ones fall. 
Makes but few Wilhes, and enjoys fhem all 5 
Ko Care but Love can difcompafe her Ereaft, 
Love, of all Cares the fweeteB: and the beft ; 
Whilft on fweet Grafs her bleating Charge does lye, 
Our happy Lover feeds upon her Lye 5 
Not one on whom or Gods or Men impofe. 
But one whom Love has for this Lovci chofc, 

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Under fomc fav'rite Myrtle's fliady Boughs, 
They CptAk their FalTlons in repe;itcd Vows, 
And whiift a Blufli coafefies how flic burns, 
His faithful Heart makes as llnccre Returns ! 
Thus in the Arms of Love and Peace they lye. 
And whilfl they live, their Flames can never die. 

Prologue to his Royal High- 
ness, upo?3 bis fir fi Appearance at the 
Duke's Theatre^ fince his Return from 
Scotland, 1682. 

'By Mr. D r y d E n . 

IN thofe cold Regions which no Summers chear. 
Where brooding Darknefs covers half the Year, 
To hollovv Caves the fliiv'ring Natives ^o; 
Bears range abroad, and hunt in Tracks of Snow : 
i>ut when the tedious Twilight wears away, 
And Stars grow p.iler at th' approach of Day, 
The longing Cro.vds to frozen Mountains run 3 
Happy who tirlt can fee the glimm'ring Sun I 
The furly falvage Oif-fpring diQppear, 
And curfe the bright Succeflbr of the Year. 
Yet, though rough Bears in Covert feek Defence. 
White Foxes flay, with feeming Innocence : 
That crafty Kind with Day light can difpence. 
Still we are throng'd fo full with 7<e>'s Race, 
That Loyal Subjefts fcarce can find a place : 
Thus modefl Truth is cafl behind the Crowd: 
Truth fpeaks too low 3 Hypocrite too lowd. 
Let 'em be firfl, to flatter in Succefs 5 
Duty can flay, but Guilt has need to prefs. 
Once, when true Zeal the Sons of God did call, 
To make their folemn Shew at heav'u's Whitehal/, 
The fawning Devil appcar'd among the refl, 
And made as good a Courtier as the beft» 

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The Friends of Job, wiio rail'd at him before, 
Came Cap in hand when he had three times more. 
Yet, late Repentance may, perhaps, be trucj 
Kings can forgive, if Rebels can but fue : 
A Tyrant's Pow'r in Rigour is expreft ; 
The Father yearns in the true Prince's Breaft. 
We grant, an o'ergrown Whig no Grace can mendj 
But moft are Babes, that know not they offend. 
The Crowd, to reftle(s Motion ftill enclin'd, 
Ate Clouds, that rack according to the Wind. 
Driv'n by their Chiefs they ftoims of Hailftonespour: 
Then mourn, and foften to a fllent Show*^r. 
O welcome, to this much offending Land, 
The Prince that brings Forgivenefs in his hand ! 
Thus Angels on glad Meflages appear: 
Their firft Salute commands us not to fear: 
Thus Heav*n, that cou'd conftrain us to obey, -^ 
(With Rev'rence if we might prefume to far,) ^ 
Seems to relax the Rights of fov'reign Sway : ^ 
Permits to Man the cnoice of Go d and 111, 
And makes us Happy by our own Frec-wiill. 

^he Salisbury Ghost. 

xA Brcvjer of Salisbury having Buried his firji Wife^ 
upon the Marriage of a fecond ivas evcr-pcrfxvaded to 
vjrong the Children of the former, by converting the 
Settlements upon her IJftte to the Advantage of the 
latter. This^ the firji Wife takes ill, and gets leave of 
Stltan te vjalk^, as they call Jt, for the relief of her 
injured Children. Her applications to her Husband 
•were frtiitlefs, as one that at the fame time had lying 
by his fide a Mother-in^Lftw, that is to fay, a Devil 
that ix:as able to deal -with a Devil. Thereupon ff^e 
goes to an honeji Godly Maiden Gentlewoman in tie 
Cityy And frights her into tht SoUiiitMion of iar 

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CAufe. The Virgin takes lo her y^Jfiftanct a, hfinifier or 
two of her ^cfjuaintance, by vohofe ^dvice^ you may 
te furcy pie proved fo fticccfiful in her NegotiatioTi^ 
that all Differences betiieen the Husband and his Con- 
jtiial Ghoji -were reconciTd, and the apparition depart' 
ted in Peace. Which being an ^ccideut fo remarl^rbte, 
tvas thought to be a proper Sftbjeil for the enfttmg 

I*LL tell you a Story, if It be true, 
But look you to that, I am fare it is new. 
And only in Salishury known to a few. 
Which no body can deny. 

Some Sages have written, as we do find,. 
That Spirits departed are monftrous kind 
To Friends and Relations left behind. 
Which, &c. 

That this is no Tale I iliall you tell, 
A Lady there died, Men thought her in HeII> 
I mean in the Grave, as fome expound well. 
Which, &c. 

Now as the Devil a Hunting did go, 
Por the Devil goes oft a Hunting you know. 
In a Thicket he heard a found of much Woe, 

Which, &C. 

It was an a Lady that wept, and her weeping 
Made Satan go from lift'ning to peeping. 
Qiioth he, What Slave hath thts Lady in keeping- > 
Whkh, Sec. 

Good Sir, quoth fhc, if of Woman you came, 
Tity my cafe, and Til tell you the fame. 
Quoth the Devil, Be quick in your Story, fiiir Dame, 

Which, Sec. 

Quoth fhe, I left two Children behind. 
To whom their Father is very unkind j 
If I cou'd but appear, I ihou'd change his JMind». 
Whith, &C, 

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Pair Dame,quoth the Devil, are tliefe all your wants J 
So flie told him her Name, her Uncles and Aunts, 
All whom he knew well, for they were no Saints. 
Which, &C. 
Then ftie told him how many Sweethearts (he had. 
How many were good, and how many were bad j 
The Devil began to think her ftark mad. 
Which, &C. 
And fo (lie went on with the caufe of the fcjuabble, 
Beelz^ebui fcratch'd, and was in great trouble, 
For he thought it would prove a two hours Eabble. 
Which, &C. 

He would have been gone, but well I wift, 
She caught him faft by the Lilly black Fift j 
Nay then, quoth the Devil, e'en do what you lift, 
WJjich, &c. 

Now when fhe was fr^e, to Earth fhe flew. 
And came with a vengeance, to give her her due. 
Then fnap went the Lock, and the Candles burnt blue. 
Which, &C. 

Quoth (he. Will you give my Children their Land? 
Her Husband fweat, you muft uuderftand, 
Tor he did not think her fo near at hand. 
Which, &c. 

But having recover'd Heart of Grace, 
Quoth he. You Jade, come again in this Place, 
And Faujrus's Chamber-pot flies in thy Face. 
Wijich, &C. 
When (lie could not prevail by means fo foul. 
She fought other ways his Mind to controul, 
So (he went to a Maid, a very good Soul. 
Which, 5cc. 
In the Name of the Father, and fo (l.e went on, 
Moft gracious Madam, what would you have done? 
I'll do it, although you'd have me a Nun. 
Which, t^c. 

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Then go to my Husband, and bid him do right 
Unto my two Children, or clfe by this Light 
I'll riUtle his Curtain-Rings every Night. 
IVhkh, &c. 
Tell him Vll hear no more of his Reafons, 
ril fit on his Bed, iind read him fuch Leflbns, 
As never were heard at Mr. Mompejfon s. 
Wimh, &C. 
So away went the Virgin, and flew like a Bixdj 
And told the Spirit's Husband every Word, 
At which he replied, 1 care not si T — 
Whuh, &c. 
For when flie was Incarnate, quoth he, 
She was as much Devil as e'er ihe coujd be. 
And then I feai'd her no more than a Flea. 
Which, &c. 

Good Sir, quoth Ihe, confider my plight, 
I am not able to keep outright 
Three waking Minifters every Night, 
Which, &c. • 

When the Gentleman heard her Ditty To fad, 
Compaffion ftraight his Fury allay'd, 
And unto the Boys the Land was convey'd. 
Which, &c. 

When the Land as I faid was convey'dtothcBoys, 
The Virgin went home again to rejoice, 
And away went the Spirit with a tuneable Voice, 
Which TiQ bod) can denji,. 

%»' ^' ^^ 

3^f4 7^^ Second Part of 

'The Beginning of a Pastoral an 
the Death of His Late Majesty. 


Written by Mr, Otway. 

Hat Horror's this that dwells upon the Plain, 
And thus diftuibs the Shepherd's peaceful 

A difnial Sound breaks through the yielding Air, 
Forewarning us fomc dreadful Storm is near. 
The bleating Flocks in wild confuHon ftray, -^ 
The early Larks forfake their wand'ring way, 9 
And ceafe to welcome in tlic new-born Day. ^ 
Each Nymph, pofTeft with a diftraded Fear, 
Diforder'd hangs her loofe diflievell'd Hair. 
Difeafeswith their ftiong Convulfions reign j 
And Deities, not known before to Tain, \. 

Are now with Apopledick Seizures flain : S 

Hence flow our Sorrows, hence increafe our Fears, 
Each humble Plant docs drop her (ilver Tears. 
Ye tender Lambs ftray not Co faft away, 
To weep and mourn let us together ftay : 
O'er all the UniverCe let it be fprcad, 
That now the Shepherd of the Flock is dead. 
The Royal Pan, the Shepherd of the Sheep, 
He, who to leave his Flock did dying wetp, 
Is gone, ah gone! ne'er to return from Dcath*s 
eternal Sleep. 
Begin, Damctas, let thy Numbers fly 
Aloft, where the fafe Milky Way does lye j 
Mop'ur, who Daph'iis to the Stars did ling. 
Shall join with you, and hither waft our King. 
Play gently on your Kads a mournful ftrain, 
And tell in Notes thro' all th' ^ Plain 
The Royal Pan, the Shepherd of the Sheep, 
He, who to leave his Flock did dying weep. 
Is gone ! is gone ! ne'er to return from Death 
eternal Sleep. 


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0/ Nature's Changes, 
Fr6m Lucretius, Lib. V. 

By S/r Robert Howard. 

SINCE Earth, und PT^/^-rr, more dilated ^/V, 
And aftivc Fire, mixt Nature's Parts appear ; 
Thefe all new form'd, and ro Deftruftion brought j 
Vhy of the World may not the like be thought J 
Rcafon prcfents this 2\Iaxim to our view, 
What in each Part, that in the Whole is true : 
And therefore when you fee, fpring up and fall. 
Nature's great Parts, conclude the like of all : 
Know Heav'n and Earth on the fame Laws depend. 
In time thy both began, in time ihall end. 
But Afcmmius, not t' afTume what fome denyj 
The Proof, on plain Experience fhall rely: 
ril fljew, thefe Elements to Change are prone; 
Rife in new Shapes, continue long in none. 

Then firft of Earth ; conclude that all muft fail. 
Which diff'ring Parts fermenting, can exhale: 
Much the rcfletled Rays extract from thenccj 
And from their burning Heat no Icfs th' expence. 
The Dutt and Smoak in flying Clouds appear, 
Which boiftrous Winds difpeife through liquid. Air. 
Some parts diflblve, and flow away in Rain, 
And from their Banks, the rapid Rivers gain. 
A Diminution, nothing e'er efcapes ; 
Which new Exiftcnce gives to other Shapes: 
Plants, Minerals, and Concretes, owe their Birth, 
And Animals their growth, in part, to Earth: 
Then fince from this, their Beings firft did fpring, 
Time, all to this, their common Grave docs bring. 
In thefe Examples, not to mention more, 
Nature docs Earth confume, and Earth leftore. 

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The Springs, the Rivers, and the Seas are found, ^ 
For Earth'' s Supply, with Waters to abound i S- 
Renew'd, and flowing in continual round. ^ 

Left thefe, incrcafing, ihould at laft prevail} 
The mighty Ocean, fiercer Winds aflail : 
Vaft Shoals of Atoms thence away they bear. 
And raifing them alofr, transform to Air. 
Much is extraded by the pow'rful Sun, 
More does in fubterranean Channels run : 
In Earth it firft, cxceflive Salrnefs fpendsj 
Then to our Springs and Rivers heads afcends; 
Thefe in the fruitful Valleys turn and wind, 
And ftill to new Produftions arc incliu'd. 

And next of ^Atr j which in its vaft extent. 
In Changes infinite, each hour, is (pent : 
For Air^s wide Ocean ftill requiring more, 
Fill'd with Effluviums, fhould it not reftore 
The perifli'd Shapes, Tmu^s Ruines to repair. 
Long (ince had all things been diffolv*d to ^/r. 
From others Lofs, its Being it receives j 
To thefe again its changing Subftance leaves: 
So true it is, that Nature ebbs and flows -, 
And one Part periflung, another grows. 

The Sun the fountain of the glorious Rayj, 
Inftead of vanilh'*d Light, new Light difplays. 
The Brightnefs of the flying Minute paft, 
Isnowobfcui'd, and to new forms doeshafte. [near. 
From hence it comes, that when black Clouds draw 
And banifli'd Sun-fliine ftrait does difappear. 
The Earth's o'erfliadow'd, as the Storms are driv'n. 
And Rays new darted, are requir'd from Heav'n. 
Vifion would ceafe, (fo foon would Light expire) 
Without Recruits of bright Ethetial Fire, 
In our inferiour and fulphureous Light, 
Of Lamps and Tapers chafing fliadcs of Night, 
Continu'd Fuel feeds the trembling Flame 
Which gives the Light, nor is that Light the fame 
Of Sun, of Moon, of Stars, ne'er think it fttangc 
That they are not fccuie from final Change. 


When what Co late did fmile, this inftant dies. 
And new born Light ftill fliines to mortal Eyes. 
Thus we obfcrve hard Rocks in time decay'd j y 
The marble Monuments, for Heroes made, ^ 

And ftately Tow'rs in humble Ruins laid. ^ 

Do Gods their Images from Age lecure? 
Or force their Temples always to endure? 
Thus when you fee old Rocks from Mountains fail, . 
By this conclude their fure Original ; 
Por were they from Eternity fo plac'd. 
No Chance could ruine them, no Time could wafte. 
Next raiie your Eyes to Earth-furrounding Sphears, 
From which (fuy fome) fprings all that nowappearSj, 
To which at laft their vanifh'd Parts afcend ; 
Thefe as they're form'd, to Diffblution tend: 
For all things muft in fuch proportion ceafc. 
As they to other Beings give Increafe. 

But then if no Beginning do's appear, 
Of Heav'n and Earth, but both Eternal were 3 
Before the Theh.n War was e'er proclaim'd, 
Or fatal Siege of Troy by Homer fam'd. 
Why did not far more ancient Poets flng 
What Revolutions elder times did bring ? 
Such Men, fuch Acts, how in Oblivion drown'd, 
AsAvith immortal Fame might well be crown' d^ 
No great Antiquity the World has prov'd; 
Eternity from this feems far remov'd: 
All Arts and Science elfe, would long ago 
Have reach'd Perfeftion, not now dnily grow. 
No aacient Sailers, e'er like ours did fteer: 
No fuch harmonious Mullck charm'd the Ear. 
This nature of the World, not Ages paft 
Was brought to Light, retarded for the lAft. ' 
And thefe Difcoveries ordain'd by Fate 
To foreign Climes, I with the firft tranflatc. 

But ftill if no Beginning you believe. 
And fay, 'tis eafier for us to conceive 
Such Conflagrations from Sulphureous pow*r;, 
As totally did Human Race devour: 

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Or gen'ral Eaith-quakes did the World confound. 
Or all m mighty Deluges was drown'd; 
This force of Argument )rou then incrcafe, 
That Keav'n and Earth in future time muft ceafe. 
Yor when fuch dreadful Danger threatned All, 
Though Nature then efcap'd a total Fall, 
Grant but the Caufc incrcas'd, and 'twill not fail, 
As did the lefs, o'er all things to prevail. 
"Vi'hat Ihevvs we cannot endlefs Life enjoy, 
But fenfe of Ills which others did deftroy ? 
If you the World's Duration would extend 
To all Eternity, you muft defend, 
Its folid Subftance is fo firmly bound, 
No Penetration can it e\er wound : 
(Minuteft Atoms, 'tis confefs'd, are fo. 
But not the Compound which from thefc did grow) 
Or that 'tis Immaterial you muft prove. 
And what no forcing Agent can remove : 
Or elfe you muft all ambient Space deny. 
To which it may difiolv'd and ruin'd fly : 
(Thus, Univcrfal claims Eternal's Place, 
Becaufe it ne'er can pafs t' External Space) 
But neither is this various Globe fo fix'd, 
(For much Vacuity is intermix'd) 
Nor is it void of Matter, nor can be 
From threatning Pow'r of Penetration frecj 
And Pow'rs unknown, fromboundlefs ambient ipacc, 
This prefent State of Nature may deface: 
With dreadful Huricanes they may invade. 
And turn to Chaos all that e'er was made 5 
Or by fome other means, beyond the reach 
Of Man's Conception, make the fatal Breach. 
Nor wants there fpace beyond the Spheres of Heav'n, 
To which the ruin'd Parts may then be driv'n: 
When e'er thefe Elements their Maniions leave, 
That vaft Abyfs lyes open to receive. 
From hence to their Beginning you're dircfted. 
What M-agick Ckatms have always fo protcftcd. 

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That when the finite Parts expiring lye, 
The whole Eternal Ages fliould defic? 
Then fince the World's great Paits at once engage, 
And Civil Wnrs in its Dominions rage, 
We may forcffc their Strife fo long depending, 
At laft in general Siibverlion ending. 
Rivers and Seas confum'd, heice Fires may burn, 
Till all their Afhes meet in Earth's great Urn. 
Even now they ftrive the Viftory to gain ; 
But ftill the Ocean does tiie Fight maintain, 
And fweird with Rivers, hopes by Forces try'd, 
To drown the reft, and fole in Triumph ride. 
This to prevent, the Iwifc cxhiuftiiig Wind, 
And radiant Sim 'gainft liquid Force are join'd. 
Thus equAl in Appearance, long they mov'd. 
Each others Strength in mighty Wars they prov'd. 
At laft the Fire, 'tis faid, did win the Field : 
And Eaiih did once, o'erwhelm'd with Waiters, yield. 
Long lincc ^hen Pimeton, led by vain Deiire, 
To drive the Sun's great Chariot did afpire, 
'Twas then the W'orld was hazarded by fue. 
With hcad-ftrong force the winged Horfes flew j 
O'er Eardi andHcav'n the burning Planet drew. 
What then had been the F;ite of all things here. 
If angxy Jove, the daring Charioteer 
Had not difmounted, by fwifr Lightning's ftrokc. 
And (o at once the fiaming Psogrefs broke ? 
Thus Phaeton llain was falling to the Ground, 
And furious Horfes dragg'd the Charirot round, 
When great ^po:'/o reailum'd the Chair; 
Reftor'd the Sun that rov'd throughout the Air; 
"With dcxt'rous force reclaim'd his raging Steeds, 
And to this Hour in annual Courfe proceeds. 
ihech^ Poets thus, the Truth with Lyes confound ; 
To waking Men, like waudring dreams they found : 
J)iit though to grace their Morals, they romance, 
Taie fires did then from taft to Weft advance. 
Such Magazines of Sulphur Earth contains, 
TJiat if lome ftronge; Agent not leftrains, 

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The Fuel all inflam'd, and raging high, 

"Will ne'er be quench'd till all in Ruins lye- 

The Water too did, as our Authors tell. 

In Ages paft, to fuch proportion fwell, 

That fpacious Empires wholly were deftroy'd r 

The Ocean then had Sov'raign right enjoy'dj 

But that fome greater Being foon arofe. 

From infnite Space, t'o'ercome th'invading FoesJ 

Bright Heav*ns then triumph'd o'er the vanquilh'd 

And falling Floods proclaim*d prevailing Pow'rs. 

Elegy XL Lib. V. De Trift. 

O V ID complains of his three Tears 
Banijhment . 

COndemn*d to Powrfif, tir'd with endlcfs toil. 
Since Banifh'd Ovid left his native Soil, 
Thrice has the frozen Ifter flood, and thrice 
The Etixhie Sea been cover'd o'er with Ice. 
Ten tedious Years of Siege the Trojans borc> 
But count my Sorrow, I have fuffer'd more: 
For me alone old Cronus flops his Glals, 
For Years like Ages flowly feem to pafs : 
Long Days diminifh not my nightly Care, 
Both Night and Day their equal Portion fhare. 
The courfe of Nature fine is chang'd with me. 
And all is endlefs, as my Mifery. 
Do Time and Heav'n their common motion keep. 
Or- are the Fates, that fpin my Thread, a-fleep? 
In Enxine Poutas here I hide my Face, 
How good the Name I but oh how bad the Place ! 
The People round about us threaten War, 
Who live by Spoils, and Thieve* or Pyrates arc : 


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Ko Hying Thing can here Proteftion have, 
Islay fcarce the dead are quiet in their Grave, 
For here are Birds as well as Men of prey. 
That fwiftly fnatch unfecn the Limbs away. 
Darts are flung at us by the neighb'ring foe. 
Which oftentimes we gather as we go. 
He who dares Plough Tbut few there are who dare) 
Muft arm himfclf as it he went to War. 
The Shepherd puts his Helmet on to keep, 
Not from the Wolves, but Enemies, his Sheep: 
While mournfully he tunes his rural Mufe, 
One Foe the Shepherd and his Sheep purfues. 
The Caftle which the fafeft place fhou'd be 
Within, from cruel tumults is not free. 
Oft dire contentions put me in a fright. 
The rude Inhabitants with Cr^ciAns fight. 
In one abode amongft a barb'rous rout 
I live, but when they pleafe they thruft me out : 
My hatred to thefe Brutes takes from my fear. 
For they are like the Beafts whofe Skins they wear, 
Ev'n thofe who as we think were born in Greece, 
Wrap themfelves up in Rugs and Perjian Frize j 
They eafily each other underftand, 
But I alas am forc'd to fpeak by hand I 
Ev'n to thefe Men (if I may call 'em fo) 
Who neither what is right or teafon know, 
I a Barbarian am ; hard fate to fee 
When I fpeak Latin, how they laugh at mc ! 
Perhaps they falfly add to my Difgrace, 
Or call me wretched Exile to my Face. 
Befides the cruel Sword 'gainft Nature's Laws, 
Cuts off the Innocent without a Caufe, 
The Market-place by lawlefs Arms pofleft, 
Has Slaughter-houfes both for Man and Bcaft. 
Now, O ye fates, 'tis time to ftop my Breath, 
And Ihorten my Misfortunes by my Death. 
How hard my Sentence is to live among 
A Cut-throat, baxb'ious, and untuly Tliion j ; 
Vol. 1L R 

3^1 The Second Part of 

But 10 leave you, my Friends, a harder Doom, -> 

Though baniih'd here, I left my Heart at %^me, > 

Alas I left it where I cannot come I -^ 

To be forbid the City, I confefs. 

That were but juft, my Crime deferves no lefs. 

A Place fo diftant from my native Air, 

Is more than I deferve, or long can bear, 

Why do I mourn I The Fate I here attend 

Is a \t^s Grief than CA[ar to offend I 

Upon the late Ingenious IranJIation of 
P E R E S I MO N 'j Critical Hi ft or y, 

.ByH. D. E/'^i 


OF all Heavens Judgments, that was fure the ' 
When our bold Fathers were at Bdhel curft : • 
Kan, to whofc race this glorious Orb was giv'n, \ 
Nature's lov'd Darling, and the Joy of Heav'n, 
M'hofe pow'rful Voice the fubjeft World obey'd. 
And Gods were pleas'd with the Difcourfe he made. 
He who before did ev'ry Form excel. 
Beneath the moft ignoble Creature fell: 
Ev'ry vile Beaft thro' the wide Earth can rove. 
And, where the Senfe invites, declare his Love: 
Sounds Inarticulate move thro' all the Race; 
And one fliort Language ferves for ev'ry place : 
But, fuch a Price did that Prefumption coft, 
That half our Lives in trifling Words arc loft. 
Nor can their utmoft Force and Power, exprefs 
The Soul's Ideas in their native Drefs. 
Knowledge, that godlike Orn'ment of the Mind, 
To the fmall fpot, where it is born's confin'd. 
But he, brave Youth, the toilfom Fate repeals. 
While his learn'd Pen myfterious Truth reveals. 
So did, of old, the cloven Tongues defcendj 
And Heav'ns Commands to ev'ry Ear extend. 

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And 'twas but juft that all th' aftonifli'd throng 
Sliou'd undeiftand the CaliUnns Tongue. 
God's facrcd Law was for all Ifrael made j 
And, in plain terms, to cv'ry Tribe difplay'd. 
On Marble Pillars, his Almighty Hands 
In Letters large, writ the divine Commands: 
But fcarce they were fo much in pieces broke. 
When Mdfes Wrath the People did provoke. 
As has the facred Cowl been torn and rent, 
T' explain what the All-wife Diftator meant. 
But now, t'our Egypt the great Prophet's come ; 
And Eloquent ^Aavoh tells the joyful Doom. 
From the worft Slavery at laft we're freed. 
And fliall no more, with ftripes from error, bleed j 
The learned Simon has th' hard task fubdu'd j 
And holy Tables the third time renew'd. 
Sinai be blefi'd where was receiv'd the Law, 
That ought to keep the Rebel World in awe ; 
And blefs'd be he that taught us to invoke 
God's awful Name, as God to Mofes fpoke. 
Nor do's he merit lefs, who cou'd fo v/ell 
From foreign Language his great Didates tell i 
In our cold Clime the pregnant Soul lay hid j 
No virtual Power mov'd the prolifick Seed, 
Till his kind genial Heat prelerv'd it warm j 
And to Perfeftion wrought the noble Form, v 
Never did yet arrive fo vaft a Store 
Of folid Learning on the Britijh Shore : 
T' export it thence has been the greateft Trade; 
But he, at laft, a full return has made. 
Raife up, ye tuneful Bards, your Voices raife. 
And crown his Head with never-dying Praife: 
And all ye Nimrocfs mighty Sons rejoice. 
While ev'ry Workman knows the Builder's Voice. 
In Shinar''s Plain the lofty Tow'r may rife, 
Till its vaft Head fuftain the bending Skies : 
In its own Nature Truth is fo Divine, 
No liicred fow'is oppoft this great Defignj 
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So dark a Veil obfcui'd her rev'rend Head, 
The wifeft Trav'lers knew not where to tread, 
Blind Zeal and mad Enthufiafts (hew'd the way, 
While wand'ring Meteois led tjieir Eyes aftray ; 
Thro' the dark Maze, without a Clue, they ranj 
And, at Beft, ended where they firft began : 
But now at laft we're brought fo near her Throne, 
At the next ftep the glorious Crown's our own. 

HoRTi Arlingtoniani. Ad 

Clariflimum Dominum, Henricumy 
Comitem JrVmgtonice^ 6cc. 

M^gnificos propter faltttSy & av,ta Jacobi 
Moenia^ (jua f admit conrnercia. duplicis aul^, 
^c Duels AC Divi nomcn commune TueTftrt 
^urgunt co^ilibtts fucci/icia palatia rnnris : 
CiuA pofita Ad Zcphyrum, rndiis fol igneus attreis, 
Jlluftrat moriente die, nafcente falutat, 
Eximiam interea molem mirantur emites, 
Vulgufqtie, Procerefque : caducos plorat honoris 
^ttlicus, & rerum fa/ligia lnhica damnat ; 
Fceliamque vocat Domhiujn, cui tempora vit€ 
Labtinttir variis aiiU inconcuffa procellis. 
Et qHamvis procul hand abfint, twn ptebis iniquA 
Jmproba garrulitas, turn clamor & ambitus an/a, 
Circumfufa quits, & pax incognita Magnis 
Hie pladde regnant \ & verum fimplice cult it, 
Propojitique tenax virtus, & peSlus honejlum. 
Namque ubi prima diem furgens Aurora reducit, 
Et matutina fttdant fub roribus herba. 
Nulla volans fumante viam rota turbine verfat, 
Crebra putres fonitu nee verberat ungula glebas : 
Hinc procul imbelles perfultant pabula Damat 
^tque pia placidos curant dulcedine foetus ; 
Indtj loquax ripas is" aqmfa cubilia linqueni 

Miscellany Poems. 56; 

Fertur sAnas^ mAdldis irrorans 4thera pennis. 

Vos Piertdes molli te/ludine Ma^^A , 
Dicite pukhrUotnis depi^nm fioribui hortu/n : 
Nulltts abefi cui dtilcis honos, ejKem mille pererrant 
Formofds Veneres^ pharetrUcjue Cupido iHetur. 
Non ilium Kyiliinoijtoreta, ant Theffala Ttmpe 
ExHperant^ cjuancju^xm hac qui fiyigunt omniay Vates 
Mendaci fublime ferant ad f)dera cantn. 

KAreA^!*e in medio ejh mnltHm fpeciiihilis horto^ 
Crdiuibus raris palonim obducfay tuentum 
Littificans oculos ac dona latentta, prodens : 

Nefnpe httc per fpAtia fiores tranfmittit iniqua, 
Difiintioi variis maculis, & fuave rubentes. 
Non illic vioU^ iteque Candida lilia dcfunt : 
Parva loquor : quicqmd nojiro Deus tnvidet orbi. 
Hie vigcty ^ quiccjmd tepidi vicintA folis 
Ltetior Hefperiis educit gcrr/tcn in arvis. 
^iu^alia fipe inter moriens floreta Cupido 
Conjiigis attrno jamit devincftfs amore ; 
T^ fdlam capiens, in Te pukherrima Pfyche 
sArJity (^ hen proprtis fixit prxcordia telis ! 

Nee fine nomine erttnt myrteta^ nee aurea Poma i 
Hux quoniam calida nafcmitHr plurima caelo 
Et brumas indocla pati nimiefque rnentesy 
Nee fas hie teaeros ramorum ejf under e foetus : 
Frotinus hybernis cUuduntur ab athere teclis, 
Spirantefqtte premtmt animas, ne poma caiuca 
Vei giacies Udaty teneras vel frtgora myrtos : 
Turn vera, itfiate in mediae jiabuta alta rclinquitnf, 
Seilicet, CT ttitas de cortitc trudere gemmasy 
Inque ncvos fates audent fe credere, molles 
Vt captent Zephyros impnne, ac lumen amicum. 

Nee Te prxteream, tenebris qua dives opacis 
Sylva viresy vetito motis peramabilis umbris : 
Hie magnus labor iile cr inextricabilis error. 
Per quern mille viis err ant em Thefea duxity 
tAh nimis infcelix per fila fequentia virgo .' 
Secttri hie tenero ludunt in gramine amantes ; 

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Sec reperire viam curaJity nbi lumina vefptr 
Defictente die accendit ; fed longius ipfam 
Hic fecu.m pUcide cupiutit cenfumere no£iem : 
I)y.m ftiper arboreos modnUns Lufcinia rames, 
DuUe melos iter at-, tenerojcjue invitat ameres, 

^uinetiam extreme furgit conterminus horto 
Mom foelix, a/bis ^ucm circum Cejfarnis ornat 
FloribuSf ac Idras dat prAterenntibus umbras, 
iiunc fttper afcetidit turba comitante virum T^cx 
xA»gtiJi-ns., Procerefcjue caput fupereminet omnes ; 
'^tque pedem propcrans graditury veftigia, volvens 
Grandi^i ?icc fera meminit decedere nocii. 
Omnibus ante ochIos divini ruris imago, 
Et fincera quies operum, rerumcjue nitefcit 
Incorrupttis honos, ir nefcia fallere vita. 

Nee non hic foltts placidi fy.per ardua mantis, 
Clare Comes, tecum meditaris, mente ferena 
Munera Dttdale<e natura ; animufque recedit 
In loca faira, fugitqae procut contagia mundi. 
Defpicere ande cjueas mifcros, pajfimque vidcre 
Mortales, vita fubeuntes mille peric/a ; 
Continue inter fe niti prafi.inte labore, 
Divitiis inhiare ir habenas fumcre rertim j 
Deturbare throno \egem, magnafque aliorum 
Fortunas ambire, ac nigris fervere curis. 
D»m Tii, Mdgne Comes, minima fine parte doloris, 
Profpicii tx alto viridantes gramine faltus : 
Vndtqtte confluxam hinc turbam, lantifque crepantes 
Sab pedibfts cochleas, teneras (jueis fibula dives 
Co-nmUn foLeas, gemmis imitantibus ignes : 
Jnde lams luflras, puroque canalia rivo 
Lucid.i., magnificam neqi*e lumen nicfat ad aulam. 

Inter Purpareos, T^cgi gratiffime, Patres, 
O Dium, fidum<jite Caput, venerabile gentis 
Prttftdmm\ magnos jamdudum exute laboresl 
Sapius hic tecum placido fpatieris in horto, 
Traducens faciles,fcd non inglorius annosj 
Et vitam J^Kdiii jlorentem nobilis Oti\ 

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T)Mm timor omnis abejl^ cur<e<jue incendia. IhcIhs, 
Tibi vel telis atidet fortitna nocerey 
j}ruere injldias canis. Tibi libera trAufis 
J. ri7para, ^ accedis tantnm non hofpes ad aulam, 
felix animii Quern non ratione relicin, 
•" . ; elata trahit laudumcjue arrecfa cupido ; 
mifete infamnes commit dtfperdcre noJts \ 
■ fecura tjttres, Aiitr/iie divma volaptasy 
lacjue fmcritam folaiuur fata fetieclam. 
i.-a ^{e^.ili lonnHbit filict fiirp:, 
.^liA cjUAS hAbnit pulc/j-ris pralnta pttellis. 
..X pafcis meliora Deos ? quA p^ndere -vafia 
C'rrstir tijfa doram, flammx fecurA minacis 
£lu Jfatf e tantis r/tAJor mdiornae minis! 

Scilicet IjAnc remm Alma Parens, ist -vidit ab altii 
Nitbe Venus 5 circam divini colla Mariti 
Ftifa fuper, rofeo^ne arridens faaviter ore^ 
Sic DivHm alleqiiitur : Nofiros deleStat ecellos 
Pftlchra do?ntts, favis olira confumpta favilUs : 
En IjuJHs (i7 fAta /inant) celebrabitur Hares 
Herois diT/ina, i^T. me dignijfima curA \ 
P Alias (ir hoc pofcit ; {propria favet ilia Minifiro,') 
^ui Divam colir, ac fimiles ajfttrgit ad artes. 

VincitHr illecebris Dens; & jubet amine Uto 
Stare din, longofcjae domurm fuverejfe per annos. 


GO tell ^myntA gentle Swain, 
I wouM not die, nor dare complain : 
Thy tuneful Voice with numbers join, 
Thy words will more prevail than mine j 
To Souls opprefs'd and dumb with Grief, 
The Gods ordain this kind Relief; 
That Mulick fliou'd in Sounds convey, 
"What dying Lovers dare not fay. 
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A Sigh or Tear perhaps fhe'U give, 
But Love on Pity cannot live. 
Tell her that Heiuts for Hearts were made> 
And Love with Love is only paid. 
Tell her my Pains fo faft cncrcafe. 
That foon they will be paft rcdrefs ; 
But ah I the Wretch that fpeechlefs lyes, 
Attends but Death to clofe his Eyes. 

On the K I N G 's - H o u s E now Build" 
ing at Winchester. 

As foon as mild Atigufius cou*d alTwage 
A bloody civil Wars licentious Rage, 
He made the Bleffing that He gave incrcafe. 
By teaching Ti^me the fofter Arts of Peace. 
The Sacred Temples wanting due repair, 
Had iirft their Wounds heal'd with a pious Care, 
Nor ceas'd his Labour, 'till proud T^ome out-vy'd 
In Glory all the fubjed World befide. 
Thus Charles in Peace returning to our Ifle> 
With Building did his regal Cares beguile. 
London almoft confumM, but to a Name, 
He refcues from the fierce devouring Flame j 
Its hoftilc Rage the burning Town enjoyed, 
Por he reftor'd as faft as that deftroy'd : 
'Twas quickly burnt, and quickly built again. 
The double Wonder of his Halcyon Reign. 
Of Whidfor Caftlc (his belov'd Retreat 
From this vaft City troublefomely great,) 
*Twas Denham * only with fuccefs cou'd write. 
The Nation's Glory and the King's Delight. 
On Wtmhefter my Mufe her Song bcftows. 
She that fraall Tribute to her Country owes. 

■* In hi: Coolers Hill. 


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To Winchcjlcr let Charles be cvcr kind. 

The youngefl: Labour of his fertile Mind. 

Here ancient Kings the Briup^ Scepter fway'd. 

And all Kings llncc have always been obey'd. 

Rebellion here cou'd ne'er creft a Throne, 

For CharUs that Blefllng was referv'd alone. 

Let not the (lately Fabrick you decree, 

An Immature, abortive Talace be, 

But may it grow the Miftrefs of your Heart, 

And the full Heir of W%ens ftupendous Art. 

The happy Spot on which its Soveraign dwells, 

With a juft rridc above the City fwells, 

That like a loyal Subjecl chofe to lye 

Beneath his Feet with humble Modefty. 

Paft by a Reverend Chuich extends its Wings, 

And pays due Homage to the beft of Kings. 

Nature, like Law, a Monarch will create 

He's fcitua'ed Head of Church, and State. 

The graceful Tc:r,ple that delights his Eye, 

(Luxurious Toi! of former Piery) 

Has vanquiJli'd envious Times devouring Rage, 

And, like Religion, ftronger grows by Age. 

It ftems the Torrent of the flowing Years, 

Yet gay as Youth the facred Pile appears. 

Of its great Rife we no Records have known, 

It has out-liv'd all mem'iy but its own. 

The monumental Marbles us afTure, 

It gave the Danifls Monarchs Sepulture. 

Here Death himfelf inthrones the crowned Head, 

For every Tomb's a Palace to the Dead. 

But no.v my Mufe, nay rather all the Nine, 

In a full Chorus of Applaufes join. 

Of your great Wkh^m, 

Wickism whofe Name can mighty Thoughts infufc. 

But naught can eafe the travail of my Mufc, 

PrciVd with her Load, her feeble Strength decays, 

And flic's delivci'd of abonive rraifc. 

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370 The Second Part of 

Here he for Youth ercfts a Nurfery "♦• 

The great Coheirefs of his Piety ; [trace. 

Where they through various Tongues coy knowledge 

This is the Barrier of their learned Race, 

From which they ftart, and all along the way «-^ 

They to their God, and for their Sovereign pray, ^ 

And from their Infancies are taught t'obey. ^ 

Oh I may they never vex the quiet Nation, 

And turn Apoftates to their Education. 

When with thefe Objefts CharleshTis fill'd his Sight,, 

StiU frcfli provoke his feeing Appetite. 

A healthy Country opening to his view, 

The chearful Pleafures of his Eyes renew. [fpeed. 

On neighbouring Plains the Courfers wing'd with 

Contend for Plate, the glorious Viftors Meed. 

Over the Courfe they rather fly than run. 

In a wide Circle like the radiant Sun. 

Then freili Delights they for their Prince prepare. 

And Hawks (the iwift-wing*d Courfers of the Air,) 

The trembling Bird with fatal hafte purlue, 

And feize the Quarry in their Mafters view, [found. 

Till like my Mufc, tir'd with the Game they've 

They ftoop for eafe, and pitch upon the Groimd. 

^(9 ^ L A D Y, ( whom he never faw^ 
nor hud any Defcripion of) to prove 
he Loves her. 

By a Terfon cf ^fillty. 

Br^ighteft of Virgins I whofe high Race and Name 
Befpeaks you worthy of the nobleft FUime, 
Arms you with Power Divine, that can difpenfe 
Irs Influence beyond the reach ofSenfej 
Making us frame of you, as Heaven.above, 
Idea's of our Ignorance and Love. 

* The Coil, near Wincbeftcr, and new ColU in Oxon, 

Miscellany Poems. 371 

Difdiiin not, fiiireft, fuch Devotions then 
As the beft Worlhippers offer to Heav'n. 
Nor think 'cm feign'd, lince things above do grow 
(Concejiled and diftant) more udmii'd below. 
Absence creates Efteem, and makes that fire 
(Which the Suns near approaches quench) afpirc, 
While thofe who do enjoy perpetual Rays, [Days. 
Curfe thofe bright Beams that crown our Halcyon 
Know riien, my Paflion Real is and Great, 
Not fuch as from dull Senfe derives its heat, 
But Sympathy; that Royal Law that binds 
In a clofe Union things of different Kinds, 
That fecret charm of Nature which infpires 
The whole Creation with harmonious Fires, 
Heads Cupid's Arro^vs, guides his roving Bow, 
Extends its Empire o'er all things below. 

Since then you know I love, how much, and howj 
If of my Palfion you ftill difallow. 
Know then the Lot is caft, the Gods approve 
The fates Decree, and have pronounc'd, I Love. 

SONG by the fame Hand, 

Some Brag of their chloris, and fome of their P/;;////, 
Some cry up their Celias and blight Amaryllis: 
Thus Poets and Lovers their Miftreiies dub. 
And Goddcflcs frame from the Wafhbowl and Tub 3 
But away with thefe fiftions, and counterfeit Folly, 
There's a thoufand more Charms in CJie Name of my 
1 cannot defcribe noL her Beauty nor Wir, [Do/Zj. 
Like Manna, to each ilie's the relilhing Citj 
She alone by Enjoyment tlie more docs prevail. 
And ftill with frefn does hoill up youib;-'i!. 
Nay had you a forfeit took of all others. 
One Look of my Doit ilrait your Stomach recovetr. 
But when I confider her Humour and Featu;C; 
Tm apt to fufped llie's mcliivd 10 the Creanjic 

371 The Second Part of 

what contrary Winds in my Breaft then arife, [prlfe ? 
What Hopes, and what Fear, and what Doubt do Inr- 
What Storms do 1 feel of Trouble and Care, 
While my Wifhes themfclves at variance are? 
For fometimes I wifh her more Cruel, lefs Fair, 
Eut then I fhould either not Love, or Defpair: 
rd have her to Love too, not Amorous be, 
I'd have her be coy, but kinder to me. 
Jut fhould fhe in me this Humour difcover. 
She'd quickly difcard her Impertinent Lover. 


BEneath a cool Sha<le, where fome here have been, 
Convenient for Lovers, moft pleafant and green } 
kAUxIs and Chloris lay prefling foft Flowers, 
With. Killing and Loving they paft the dull Hours. 
She clofe in his Arms with her Head on his Breaft, 
And fainting with Pleafurc ; youguefs at the reft : 
She blufht and (lie figh'd with a Joy beyond meafurc,. 
All raviflit with Billing and dying with Pleafurc. 

But while thus in Tranfports extended they lay, 
A handfom young Shepherd was pafling that way I 

5he faw him and cry'd- Oh Alexis, betray'd I 

Oh what have you done youhaveruin'd a Maid;. 

But the Shepherd being modeft difcroetly paft by. 
And left 'em again at their leifure to die. 
And often they languifh'd with Joy beyond meafurc. 
All Raviftit with Billing and dying with Plealuic 

MiscELLANV Poems. 373 
On the Death o/Melantha. 

WEEP, all you Virgins, meet o''er this fad 
And you, great Goddcfs of Immortal Verfc: 
Come here a while and Mourn: 
Weave not with rolie Crowns youx Hair, 
Let Tears be all the Gems you wear, 
And fhed them plentifully on this Urn. 
For 'tis Melauiha, 'tis that lovely Fair, 
That lyes beneath this weeping Marble here. 

But wou'd you know, why flie has took her flight 
Into the Bofom of eternal Night, 
Before her Beauties fcarcc had fhcw'd their Lights 
Hark, and lament her Fate j 
As the young God of Love one Day 
Sate on a Rock at play. 
And wantonly let fly his Darts 
Among the Nymphs and Shepherds Hcaits? 
Mda-ntha. by unhappy chance came by. 
Love jcfting cry'd, I'll make her prove 
The Godhead, fhe contemn'd, of Love. 
In fcorn flia bad him ftrike and did his fliaft de£ei 
While the Boy flightly threw a Dart 
To wound, but not deftroy, her Heart. 
But greedy Death, fond of this beauteous Prey, 
Caught the Iwift Arrow as it flew. 
And added to't his own Strength too, 
Which made fo deep a Wound, that, as flic lay. 
In filent Sighs (he breatli'd her Soul away. 
Then all the little Gods begun to weep, 
Oh let your Sighs with theirs due meafure keep r 

For fair Meiamha fhe is dead, 
Her Beauteous Soul to Death's daik Empire's fletf^ 
¥lorn^ the Bounteous Goddcfs of the Plains, 
Who in frclh Groves, and fwcetcft Mciuiows icigns 

374 7"/^^ Second Part of 

Hearing the fair Melantha dead, 
Brought all her Odorous Wealth to fprcad 
Over the Grave where llie was laid. 
Then ftraight the Infant Spring began to fade, 
And all the Fields where flie did keep. 
And fold her bleating Flocks of Sheep, 
Their influence loft, with her fair Eyes, dccay'dj 
For fair Melantha, by whofe cruel Pride 
So many fad defpairing Swains had dy'd, 

Felt Love at lail, but Death flie rather chofe 
Than own ihe iov'd, or the hid fiamc difclole. 

Speak, Mufes, for you hold immortal State 
With Gods, and know the Myfterics of Fate, 
You all, whatever's paft or prefenr, fee. 
And read th' unwritten Pages o'er 
Of times great Chronicle before 
Events,and time,had writ what fate refol v'd IhouM be. 
Tell me, what Beauty is, whofe force controuls 
Reafon and Power, and over Mankind rules : 
Kings ftoop to Beauty, and the Crowns they wear 
Shine not with fo much Luftre, as the Fair. 
Beauty a larger Empire do's command 
Than the great Monarch of the Seas and Land.. 
She can the coldeft Anchorits inflame, 
Gool Tyrants rage, and ftroke their Paflions tamcw 
She can call Youth to her forfaken feat 
In wither'd Veins, and give new Life and Heat. 
She. can fubdue the Fierce, the Proud, iind Strong,: 
Give Courage to the weak, thefearful and the young. 
Beauty, the only Deity we luiovv, 
With fear and awe we to her Altars go, [fto<v. 

And there ourpureft Zeal of Prayers, and Vows, be- 
Sure then it only feems to die. 
And when it leaves us, mounts above 
To the eternal Roof of Jove, 
To be a Conftcllation and inrich the Sky. 
But (hou'd I fearch the fpangled Spheai 
loi Metamorphos'd Beauty tlieie. 

Miscellany Poems. 375" 

Nothing of Helen now is feen. 

Nor the fair Egyptian Qiieen : 
Or thou, whofe Eyes were Conilellations here. 
Oh then thy Fate we can't enough deplore 
"With thee thy Beauty dy'd and 'tis no more. 
Then let us give Mulanth.z^s Fate its due ; 
Strew Cyprefs on her Hearfe, and wreaths of Yew> 
For fair Melanth.t, poor Melantha^s dead, 
Her lighing Soul to death's eternal Empire's fled. 

To the Nightingale coming 
in the Spring. 

To invite Chloe from the Tumults of the 
Town to the Infiocent Retreat in the 


Wr'iiten by a, Perfon of ^lality in i68o* 

Little Songfter, who do'ft bring 
Joy and Mufick to the Spring, 
Welcome to our grateful Swains, 
And the Nymphs, that grace the Plains. 
How the Youths thy Abfencc mourn? 
What their Joy at thy return? 
For tli^ir Mirth and Sports are done 
All the year that thou art gone. 
But at thy approach, their Joys 
Take new date from thy dear Voice. 
Every Shepherd chufes then 
Some fair Nymph for Valentine, 
While the Maid with equal Love 
Do's the happy Choice approve: 
Underneath fome Shade he fits. 
Where foft iileuce Love begets i 

376 Tije Second Part of 

And in artlefs Sighs he bears 

Untaught Fafllon to her Ears. 

No deceit is in his Tongue, 

Nor (he fears, nor fuffers Wrong ; 

But each others Faith believe, 

And each hour their Loves revive. 
Often have I wiflit to be, 

Happy Damoih bleft as thee, 

Not that I for Sylvia pine, 

Sylvia, who is only thine, 

But that Chioe cannot be 

Kind, as Sylvia is to thee. 

Thou, dear Bird, whofe Voice may find 
Charms perhaps to make her kind. 
Bear a MefTage to her Breaft, 
And make me happy as the reft. 
In the '^ Place where Tumult dwells, 
Treafons lurk. Ambition fwells. 
Pride erefts her monftrous Head, 
And Terjury fwears the guiltlefs, dead, 
Pow'r opprefl'es, Envy pines, 
Pricnds betray, and Fraud defigns. 
Fears and Jcaloufie furprife 
Reft and flumber from our Eyes, 
And where Vice all III contains. 
And in gloomy Glory reigns j 
Where the Loyal, Brave and Juft 
Are Viftims to Phanatick Luft, 
Where the noble Srajford^s Blood 
Calls from Heaven Revenge aloud. 
In this place there lives a Maid, 
Bright as Nature ever made. 
Fair beyond dull Beauties Name 
Can exprcfs her lovely frame. 
In her charming Eyes relide 
Love, Bifdain, Deftre, and Pride. 
Such, we know not which to call. 
But has the excellence of all. 

^ London in the Plot-time, 

Miscellany Poems. 377 

The firft BluHics of the Day 
Or the new-blown Rofe in Maj, 
Or the rich SidonUn die 
Wrought for Eaftern M:ijefty, 
Is not gayer than the Red 
Nature on her Cheeks has fpread. 
Her foft Lips ftill feed new Wifhcs 
Of a thoufand fancy'd kifles. 
Gently fwelling, plump and round, 
With young Smiles and Graces crown'dj 
Her round Breafts are whiter fai 
Than the backs of Ermins are. 
Or the wanton Breaft of Jove, 
When a Swan for UHa's Love. 
Eyes that charm when e'er they Dart, 
And never mifs the deftin'd Heart. 
Wou'dft thou have me tell thee more. 
And defcribe her Beauties o'eri 
I perhaps might make a Rape 
On my Ideas naked (liape: 
Therefore fly, you'll quickly fee 
By this Pifture which is (lie. 
Tell her the loud Winds are Dumb, 
Winter's paft, and Spring is come. 
The delightful Spring 1 that rains 
Sweets and Plenty o'er the Plains, 
And with fliady Garlands crown'd 
All the Woods and Groves around. 

If flie fee the winged Qj-iirc 
Chufe this Seafon to retire 
To the fhelter of the Grove, 
»Tis by Inftind (fay) of Love. 

If fhe fee the Herds and Flocks 
Wanton round the Meads and Rocks, 
Thus their wifliing Males to move, 
'Tis the Inftinft (fay) of Love. 

If flic fee the Bull among 
Crowds of Females lleek and youngs 

37^ The Second Part of 

Fight his Rival of the Drove, 
'Tis by Inftinft (fay) of Love. 

If flie fee the blooming Vines ^ 
In their Seafon, fold their Twines 
Round the Oak that near her grows. 
Say, 'tis Nature mixt their Boughs: 
Then if Inftinft thefe do move, 
We by reafon ought to Love. 

Tell the fair one, eveiyDay 
youth and Beauty fteal away, 
And within a little (pace 
Will deftroy her charming Face. 
Every grace and fmile, that lyes 
Languifliing in Lips and Eyes, 
Firft he'll make his Prey, and then 
Leave to Death what do's remain : 
Who old Time does only fend 
To begin what he muft end. 
If Ihe ask, what hour and place. 
Where and when, Time wounds the Face ? 
Say, it is not in the Night, 
Nor when Day renews her Light, 
In the Morning, or at Noon 
Or at Evening when alone. 
Or when entertained at home. 
Or abroad this hour will come j 
But fwift time is always by, 
Firft to pcrfeft, then deftroy. 
And in vain you feek a cure 
Since his Wounds are every hour: 
Bid her view ^tire/ia^s Brow, 
Naked of her Glories now, 
Yet (he once cou'd charm the Throng, 
Conquering with her Eyes and Tongue. 
Now, only's left this weak relief, 
(To fupport her Years and Grief,) 
When fhe cou'd fhe us'd her Prim«, 
And enjoy'd thtt Fruits of lime: 

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And whcrc-evcr fhe profeft 
Love, or Hare, Hie kill'd, ox blcft : 
While the neighbouring Plains were fiU'd 
With their Names (lie lov'd and kill'd. 

Oh, when Youth and Beauty's paft. 
That poor pleafuie that do's laft 
Is to think they were admir'd, 
And by evoiy Youth delir'd, 
While the Dotage of each Swaiix 
She return'd with Scorn again. 

Oh then let my Chlee khowi" 
When her Youth is faded fo. 
And a race of Nymphs appears, 
Gay and fprightly in their Years, 
Proud and wanton in their Loves, 
While the Shepherds of the Groves 
Strive with Prel'cnts who fhall fliaic 
Moft the favours of the Fairj 
And her felf (he do's behold 
Like ^uretia now grown old. 
Sighing to herfelf (he'll fay 
I was once ador'd, as they I 
Yet with Pleafure think, that (lie 
Lov'd and was belov'd by me. 

Therefore bid her hafte and prov€> 
"While (he may, the Joys of Love. 
I will lead her to a Soil 
Where perpetual Summers fmile. 
Without ^Htumu which bereaves 
Faireft Cedars of their Leaves ; 
Where (lie (hall behold the Meads 
Ever green, the Groves with Shades : 
Lafting Flow'rs the Banks (hall wear^ 
And Birds iliall warble all the Year. 
Where the ruftick Swain do's owe 
Nothing to the Spade and Plow. 
For their Harveft, Nattue's care 
Without toil relieves 'em rJierc^ 

3S0 The Second Part «/ 

And no differing Seafons bring 
Changes to the conftant Spring. 
In the Morn fhe fhall a.vake 
"With the noife the Shepherds make. 
Cheering, with the ccchoing Sounds 
Of their Horns, the eager Hounds. 
Nymphs, as well as Shepherds too. 
In thefe Groves the Chafe purfue. 
While at their Backs their flowing Hail 
Loofely wantons in the Air j 
Gilded Quivers on their Thighs, 
With Darts lefs fatal than their Eyes. 
Each the others floth do's blame, 
While they feek the Hart for game. 
Who, pocB Foolj his Icet employs, 
And thro' Woods and Pales he flies, 
Over Plains and Rivers bounds, 
And out-flies the Winds and Hounds. 
When perhaps fome Nymph, whofc Eyes 
Makes both Men and Beaft her Prize, 
Swifter than CamiUa's Pace 
Soon o'er-takes the winged race, 
And with one bright Glance fhe wounds. 
And his fancy'd hope confounds. 
Who, refledling his faint Eyes 
On her Face, with pleafure dies. 

When the Sports are done, they reft 
Underneath fome Shade, and feafl 
On fweet Beds of Violets crown'd 
With fweet Rofes on the Ground. 
Where they Garlands weave, and Pofcs 
Of Green Mirtle^ Pinks and Rofes : 
For which grace the ravilht Swains 
Pay foft KiflTes for their Pains. 
Thus they Dally till the Light 
Tails behind the Scene of Night. 


Miscellany Poems. 3S1 
An E L E G r. 

H'ritten by Mr. W. O. 

D ^ M N. 

WElcome, dear Thyrfis, far above 
The fweetcft Emphafis of Love. 
More welcome than the faireft Dame ^ 

That ever croft this awful Plain, ^ 

With all her tender Virgin Train. J 

T H Y \S I S, 
I thank thee, Shepherd, for thy Lovej 
But how canft thou fo foon remove 
The Paffion which inrag'd thy Breaft, 
And kept thy better Part fiom reft 3 

D A M N. 
Believe me, Thyrfis^ for 'tis true, 
They that Love long are but few. 
I pipM, I fung, I liv'd in pain, 
In hope the Shcpherdefs to gainj 
Now vain my futc, in vain I cry, 
I figh in vain, unhappy me, 
Condemn'd to fuch a Dcftiny 
Only to fee the once lov'd Deity. 
T H T T{^ S I S. 
Tell me, DAmon, prithee do, 
Who's this Nymph that grieves thee fo : 
By great Pah^s all facred Name, 
The wildeft Heart for thee I'll tame. 

D ^ M N, 
Oh my Friend I fhe's gone too far. 
Thou can'ft not reach the charming Fair? 
She's fled into the wilht for place. 
Where Love is afted o'er in every grace. 

38z The Second Part of 

r H r K^S 1 s. 
■what's her Name? I can't contain, 
My Blood runs fwift in every Vein. 
I'll ravage all the Woods and Groves, 
Th' intreguing Court for billing Loves: 
No Pains nor Toil for thee I'll fpare, 

Come let mc know the cruel Fair. 

D sA M N. 
Phyllis^ the Glory of our ifle, 
Who charm'd my Soul with every Smile, 
Ah flie ! the- lovely torturing Maid -^ 

Has now my Heart, my all, betray'd ; > 

And my adoring Love with fcorn repaid. ^ 

Vnhappy Swain I dejeded and forlorn. 
Ah me I how fadly am I left alone, 
"To envy thofe tranfporting Charms 
She yields up to my happy Rival's Arms, 

T H r % S J S. 

I'll go- 

D ^ M N. 
Stay, Shepherd, 'tis in vain to try 
To difappoinr the Nuptial Tie. 
No, no, fhe's gone to make my Rival bleft> 
And left her Image only in my Breaft. 
Henceforth in Lovers Tales let it be faid. 
That thy poor Friend, thy Damon, dy'd a Maid, 
While no one part of me remains with her, 
But conftant Wifhes and this humble Pray'r. 

Faireft of Nymphs 

May all your Glories, like the youthful Sun, 
Beam forth and in their purelt Lufttc burn. 
May all your Days be as a Day of BlitV, 
And all your Sorrows clofe lliil with a Kifs ; 
Happy the God, that fuccour'd your Defire, 
And fet the Hymenean Lamp on Fire : 
May he, in whole bleft Arms you ftumb'ring lye, • 
Be fenfible of the vaft cnvycd Joy, C 

While 1 who loft you lay mc down and dye. 4 


Court - Profpeft : 


B Y 


Printed in the Year MDCCXVL 

To Her Grace the 

Dutchefs of Ormond. 

^^^M^ HAT Your Grace lias been plcas'd 
^5^ ^^S ^^ ^P^^^ favourably of what: I 
W^i ^^y ^^^^ already Writ, is Encourage- 
i»IP "^^"^ fufficient for a Poet to Boall 
^p^ of to the World, and to Embolden 
'"*^ him to Dedicate to your Grace. 
But I have more particular, both Obligations, 
and Excufesi Your liluflrious Confort's Family, 
having been the conftant Patrons of ours, which 
now deprefs'd by the late Wars, and the chief 
Pillar oi it fal'n, muft depend for Support on the 
fird Founders. Thus the Thanks tor part Fa- 
vours are only Petitions for morej as fome Men 
pay off old Debts in hopes to run deeper in for 
new. I dare not hope the enfuing EfTay can 
Merit Your Grace's Approbation i let it (ifpof- 
fiole) pleafe othersi if it meets with your Pardon, 
it wi.l abundantly facisfie the Ambition of 

Tour grace's 

Mofl Dcvctid^ mojl Humble Servant , 

Charles Hopkins, 

Vol. II. S 



S.OME Writers perhaps may expul the Thanks] 
and Favour of the Nobility, ajter Attempting 
their Praife ; but I am rather afraid of having 
incurr'd their Difplcafure ; They whom I have men- 
tion'd (I doubt) may with more reafon find fault 
with me, than they whom I have omitted ; for it is 
better not to be drawn at all. than to be drawn im^ 
ferfeffly, and lamely. The Poet however has the 
fame Excufe with the Painter; That Art cannot e- 
fi[f4al Nature, nor the Pencil, nor the Pen, prefent a, 
Copy that comes up to her Original. 

The Bufinefs of a Poet is to Pleafe ; and he is very 
unhappy who gives Offence where he defigns AC' 
knorvledgments, or Refpe^s. The whole Bouy of the 
Nobility of England, would be a boundlefs Subjeci-y 
Painters own they find it more difficult to give « 
true and lively Air and Pofiure to a Pt^ure -y to 
place the Legs, and duly proportion all the Parts, 
than to draw the Face^ and take the Ltkenefs; b:4t 
this Piece was only intended [fir an Half Lengthy and 
that too is only a Rough Draught, and in Minia- 
tun. l^iough the following Lines may want an Ex- 
cufe with tlje Criticks ; I will not dcfpair of Pardon 
from the Nobles to whom it was defignd; and f I 
have fail d in defcribing their Greatnefs, I have at 
the fame time given them an Opportunity of fhtwing 
their Goodne s. 

Miscellany Poems. 3S7 



ROVE that Bridge, which lofty 
Turrets crown. 

Joining two Cities j of it felf a 
Town j 
?> As far as fair ^4ngujfa's Buildings 

Bent, iil<c .1 liow along a Peacefvil Beach ; 
Her gilded Spires the Royal Palace fliow, 
Tow'ring to Clouds, and fix'd in Floods below. 
The Silver TImmes waflies her Sacred fides, 
And pays her Prince her Tributary Tides. 
Thither all Nations of the Earth refort, 
Not only EngL-DuCs now, but Europe^s Court. 
Blcfs'd in the Warriors which its Walls contain, 
Blefs'd moft in Wdham's Relidence and Reiga. 
Where in his Royal Robes, and Regal State, 
He meditates, and diftatcs Europe's Fate i 
His Heroes, and his Nobles {landing round, 
Better by them, than his Gold Circle Crown'd. 
O 1 could 1 reprefent that glorious (liow; 
You whole great Deeds form Poets, tell me how. 
But leil my Mule (which much I fear) ihould faiiu, 
What Dryden wiil not Write, let Dahci Paint. 

Hafte then, and Ipiead abroad thy Canvafs Sheets > 
"Wide as the full-blown Sails that wing our Fleets. 
Paint Wtlliam fii^ ou an linpeiiai Throne, 
Large ftiaic of Earth, and all the Seas his own j 

3-88 T/&^ Second Part of 

O'er Land, and Ocean, let his Realms extend, 
And like his Fame, his Empire never end. 
Give him that Look, which Monarchs ought to have,. 
Give him that awful Look, which Nature gave. 
Mix Majefty with Mildnefs, while he fliows 
Dear to his Friends, and dreadful to his Foes. 
Seat him furrounded by his Britijh Peers, 
And make them feem his Strength, as he is theirs. 
No Poet here dares ling the noble Tribe, 
Which you can better draw, than he defcribc. 
you can plant each in his peculiar Ilace, o 

Give each the nobleft Features in his Face, ? 

Each has his Charms, and allfome certain Gracc."^ 

Let England's Chancellor the foremoft ftand. 
That is his due, whofe Laws fupport the Land j 
Vho governs, influenc'd by his Soveraign Lord, 
And holds the Balance, as the King the Sword. 

Give the Good Shrewsbury the fccond Seat, 
In Truft, in Secrecy, and Council, great. 

Great as the beit, will the Great Ormond fccm. 
But in the Field, thou muiJ delineate himj 
Born with aufpicious Stars, and happy Fate, 
But more in Merit, than in Fortune, Great. 
On higher things he bends his nobler Aim,1 
And in fierce Wars, has fought, and purchas'd Fame. 
Here; could my grateful willing Mufe have fung, 
Sweet as C/mw flows, where firft her Harpwasftrung ; 
Here, Sommerfet^ fliould flie thy Praife proclaim. 
And give, thee what thou giv'ft our Cambridge^'? ■AtVii:, 

Let youthful Grafton there his Station find. 
Grown Man in Body now, but more in Mind. 
His Looks are in the Mother's Beauty dreft, 
And all the Father has inform'd his Breaft. 
Why wilt thou then to diftant Shores convey 
Our hopes in thee? Why truft the faithlefs Sea ? 
"VS'hy view the Changing Climates of the Earth, 
And blefs all Realms but that which gave thee Birth J 
Thy Country, lovely Youth, thy Stay demands, 
Ajid fears to venture tiiee in Foreign Landss 

Miscellany Poems. 389 

All thou haft fcen, and all thou goeft to fee. 
Will not improve, but be improv'd in thee, 

A manly Beauty is in Dev'njhire feen. 
And true Nobility in Dorfet^s Mien. 
But here, great Artift, is thy Skill confin'd, 
Thou can'ft not Paint his nobler Mufe, and Mi'udf. 
No Pen, the Praife he merits can indite j 
Kimfelf, to reprefent himfelf, muft write. 

Next let young Bttrlinj^ton receive his Place, 
Adorn'd with every Beauty, every Grace. 
Happy in Fortune, Perfon, and in Parts, 
Himfelf, not wanting them, promoting Arts, 

With him let Kl^lfion be for ever join'd. 
Alike in Qiiality, alike in Mind. 
For Court, or Camp, for Love, or Glory fitj 
PolTefling both, both patronizing Wit. 

Hither, let MontaiHe the Treafures bring. 
Which, while he offers, let his Mufes fing. 
The Patron of the reft fo juftly grown, 
Who fcrv'd fo well a Nation with his own. 
Who feated on the facred Mountain's brow, 
lnfpii:es, and cherifhes the Train below. 

Draw T^iijpl yonder, order'd to maintain 
The Power and Honour of the Britifh Main. 
Wiap him in curling Smoak, and circling FJameSj 
Yet unconcern'd, as on his Sovereign's Thames, 
While his loud Canon thunders thro' the. Deepv 
Make Seas attention give, and tilence keep. 
Tiien as he Coafts the Mxuntanian Shores, 
Paint pale the Faces of th' aftonifh'd Moors. 
Whence England gives furrounding Nations Law, 
And from the Centre keeps the World in awe. 

No more let Poets name inconftant Seas, 
For Neptune knows his Sovereign, and obeys. 
Fled from that fatal Field, the watry Plain, 
No Foe dares venture, there, our Force again.^ 
Fierce CAltia. challenges to Belgian Fields, 
But IHIJ hei chofcn Plain fmali Harveft yields. 
S 3 

390 The Second Part cf 

The Warlike Cutts the welcome tidings brings, 
The true brave Servant of the beft of Kings. 
Cmts, whofe known Worth no Herald need Proclaim, 
His Wounds, and his own V' erfe can fpeak his Fame. 

The dreadful News moves WiL l i a m with delight, 
Gladly he hears, and gladly baftes to Fight. 
Leaving his faithful Subftitutes behind, 
He trurts himfelf to his own Seas, and Wind. 
The :p.oyal Fleet a thoufand Heroc's grace. 
And Mars in Triumph rides o'er Neptune's Face. 
Now out of Sight of Land, they plow the Main-, 
And in fome rowling Tides make Land again. 
Now fight of hoftile Tents their Valour warms. 
And each encourages his Mate to Arms. 
Fancy can fcarce fo fwift and eager Run, ^ 

Their Lines are drawn, and the Camp-woik is done, ^ 
The Word is giv'n, and Battel is begun. ^ 

They who have feen an Ocean lafh its Shore, 
When Billows tumble, and begin to roar. 
When from all Quarters, Clouds and Tempefts fir,, 
And from defpairing Sailors hide tlie Sky j 
Such as have feen thofe Elements at War, 
May guefs what well-difputed Battles are. 

Defcription of a Battel 

Hark! *tis at hand, Drums beat, and Trumpets-^ 
found, / 

The Horfemen mount, the mounted Horfes bound , ?* 
The Soldiers leap tranfported from the Ground, j 
Wlicn fuch Harmonious Sounds invite to Arms, 
'Tis fure that Valiant Men feel fecret Charms. 
Such W I L L I A m's is, when from his foaming Horfe 
He views the Foe, rejoycing at their Force. 
Never To full of Spirit and Delight, 
Never fo pleas'd, as when prcpar'd to Fight. 
Paint him then yonder fpurring from afar, 
GivLDg the Charge, guiding the Raging War, 

MiscE LL AN V Poems. 391 

Paint t(5 the Field, Party on Tarty feati 
Hinifclf not waiting for the vail Event, 
Now, mingled in the War engage the whole. 
And of his Martial Troops make him the Soul. 

Now, from all Parts, Death and Deftrndion fly, -y 
The Cries of grappling Squadrons rend the Sky, C. 
MAtsiAgcs, and the rolling War runs high. J 

Here, Horfes rear at Horfes, Cheft to Cheft, 
There, defperate Men encounter, Brcaft to Breaft. 
Here, trampled under Foot, fal'n Soldiers groan, •* 
For Help they call, but with unpiried Moan, > 

For every one now minds himfelf alone. 3 

The Cannons roar, and flaming Balls fly round. 
Men fall, and die, and hardly feel the Wound. 
Stones from the Ground that nourilh'd them are toft. 
And all the Falhion of the Field is lofl-. 
Mortars ihoot flaming Meteors thro' the Air, -^ 
And fuch as have not feen them fly, would fear >- 
The Stars diliblv'd, and the laft Judgment near. -^ 
Death thro' the broken Battel makes a Lane, 
And. Horror and Confufion fill the Plain. 
Horfes in Troops without their Riders run. 
Wild as were thofe of old that drew the Sun : 
Madly they drag their Reins, and champ their Bit, 
And bear down all before them whom they meet ; 
.Vo;'s Offspring, and their Mafters Fate, the fime. 
All loll, like him, in Thunder, Smoak and Flame. 

As Seamen fear, yet ftruggle with a Storm, 
The Soldiers ftart, at what themfelves perform. 
Paint then a Fear in every Face, and make 

Even William fear; but fear for Ormondes fake: 

Onnond who fpurr'd amidft the Thundring War, 
But to his Soveraign's Sorrow fpurr'd too far. 
Difmounted ; make him ev'n in falling great. 
Wounded, half dying, yet defpiling Fate. 
MakeWrLLiAM view him with excels of Grief. 
And ihive, but ftrive in vain to fend Relief. 
Till Heav'n infpires his very Foes to Cavq 
A Life, as ftwjigely f oitunatC; us liiaye 

392. Th^ Secojm> Part of 

who for that Life, may to more Praife afpirej 
Than if the Day had been their own intire. 

Proud of their Prize, more furious than before. 
Make them prefs on j make EngUp) Fury more. 
Make fliattct*d Squadrons rally on the Plain ; 
And make enrag'd Battalions charge again. 
Again, make Horfes beat the fuff'ring Ground, 
And tofs with reftlefs Hoofs the Duft around. 
Again, their Riders couch their ready Lance, "^ 
And fpurring them to warmth and foam advance j ? 
Foam, which your Pencil need not owe to chance. ^ 
Make Sheets of Flame from fmoaking Cnlverins fly. 
And Clouds of mounting Smoak obfcure th'e Sky. 
Now draw beneath the Dying, and the Dead, 
And Deluges of Blood in Battel flied, 
O'erflowing TUnders in hcr Waters (lend. 
And now let Clouds like feeble Curtains fall, 
Protefting tliofe that live, and hiding all. 
Cnft the black Veil of Night about the Slain, ^ 
Covering the purple Horrour of the Plain, > 

And now, with folid Darknefs, fliut the Scene. 3 

As Tempefts make the Skies ferenc and clear. 
As Thunder ferves to purifie the Air; 
On Rain as Sunihine, Storms on Calms attend. 
Peace is Wat*s necefiary certain end. 

Defer ipion of the Goddefs of PeacCy and 
her Palace,. 

Pardon the Mufe, if here fhe cannot holdj 
The fight of hcr own Goddefs makes her bold. 

She comes o'er Fields of ftanding Corn fhe walks. 

Not cru/h'd the tender Ears, nor bent the Stalks. 
Her March attended with a numerous Train, 
Yet with fuch Difcipline that none complain, 
Grafs fprings where-e'er fhe goes ; the flow'ryMead 
Receives ncwflow'xs, where Ihe vouchfafes to tread. 

Miscellany Poems. 395 

Her blooming Beauties, teeming Earth difplays. 

The Lovers Myrtle, and the Poets Bays, 

From every touch of her a Perfume flows, *> 

The lovely Hyacinth, the blufliing B^ofe, P" 

And fpreading JefTamin frelh Sweets difclofe. 

Thick Palaces, as fhc approaches, rife, 

And Royal Piles amaze Beholders Eyes. 

Built on a fuddain, they the light confound. 

And fecm to ftart as from enchanted Ground, 

None, this or that can her Apartment call,; 

For flie promifc'oufly relides in all. 

At Home in every one, and all (he keeps 

Silent, but Splendider than that of Sleep'?. 

Her fpacious Halls with ufeiefs Arms are hungj 
With Arrows broken, and with Bows unftrung. 
No Murmurs thro' her numerous Train are heard. 
She knows no Danger, and her Court no Guard, 
Secure as Shades, as Skies unclouded, bright, 
As Aftive, yet as noifelef^, as the Light. 
Na Widows here their Husbands Deaths deplore, -^ 
None hear the Drum, or thundring Cannon Roar, > 
Only Love Sighs, which ferves to Lull her more^ -^ 
Plenty her beft-lov'd Favourite duly waits. 
And Pleafure enters at lier Palace Gates; 
Rofes, and Myrtlesmingled, make her Bed, 
And heaps of Flow'rs fupport her facrcd Head, 
Infpir'd by her, the Mufe around her flngs. 
And Curids Fan her with expanded Wings. 
No Grief or anxious Caies her Peace moleft, -\ 
She folds her Arms above her quiet Ereaft, > 

Delightful arc her Dreams, and foft her Reft. ^ 
All at her rife their Adoration pay, 
The Perfians worfliip lefs the fpringing Day. 
Sweet is her Temper, ealie is her Mien, 
Not the leaft Frown in all her Afpeft feen. 
But gracious as our late lamented Qiieen. 
Nor arc her Blefllngs to her Court confin'd. 
But flow tluo' Nobles to the kb'iing Hind, 

194 7^^ Second Part <?f 

All they can wifh her own Domefticks ihare,- 
Beftowing ftill, yet has ihe ftill to fpare. 
The grateful Soil the jocund Peafants plow. 
And with a certainty of Reaping fow. 
Not now, as heretofore wirh Fears perplext, 
Tilling thefe Fields, and Armies in- the next^ 

Now Spring comes on , 

♦And Night and Day in equal mcafures- run, 
And mounting Larks falute the Morning Sun» 
Then ripening Fruits the loaded Trees adorn. 
And laughing Fields are crown'd with lofty Coin. . 
The Summer, fo accuftom'd to Alarms, 
Wonders, fhe hears no more the Sounds of Aims. 
No Trumpets Eccho thro' the fpacious Plain, 
Nor Earth-born Brethren by themfelves arc flain. 
The Sun fliines freely thro* the flow'ry Field, 
And fuffers no Rcfledion from the Shield. 
Men, to the Date of Nature draw their Breath,' 
For nothing now, but Sicknefs, caufes Death. 
Secure the Merchants Trade abroad for Gain, 
And Sailors unmolefted fweep the Main. 
Unrowling Waves fteal foftly to the Shore, 
They know their Sovereign, and they fear to roar. 
The confcious Winds within their Caverns keep, -j 
Like them, the Seas are hufh'd, and feem afleep, > 
And Halcyon Peace broods o'er the boundlefsDeep. » 

How are thefe Blefllngs thus difpens'd and giv'n ? 
To us from William, and to him from Heav'a, 
Delight in Blood let other Heroes boaft j 
Our Eafe and Safety pleafe our Monarch moftC 
For that he fought, for that was all his Care, 
Heplaces all liis Pomp and Glory there. 

Hail ! Peace of all things in confufion huti'd. 
Hail I thou Reftorer of the Chriftian World. 
Thou, to the World, art Heav'ns chief Blelfinggiv'ni 
And thou haft render'd back the World to Heav*ni 
Thus in old times, at our blefs'd Saviour's Binh^ 
An univeifai Calm was known on Earth, 

M iscELLANY Poems, g^f 

God to his Son did rhe firft Gift aflign, 
And lets the fecond Miracle be thine. 

How fliall we thank thee for thy Royal Toil, 
Thou Strength, and Glory of the Brttijh Ifle. 
What Trophies fhall thy grateful Subjefts raifc? 
And what ambitious Poets fing thy Praifc? 
Thy Greatnefs furely is the Stars deiign, •»! 

Thy Hands, our nobleft Palaces rchne, > 

On all our Metals, all the Stamp is thine, ^ 

Draw his Triumphant Entry, Dahel^ tlxaw 

Him and his Allies Free- 

And all the reft of the whole World in awe. 

But fee I all Peaceable our Heroe comes. 
No Sound of Trumpet, nor Alarm of Drums, 
Long kept from Reft, by no inglorious Foes, 
He goes to take, what he has brought, Repo(c» 
His Ibfter Triumphs then prepare to Grace, 
Prepare a Train ht to attend on Peace. 
Chufe them from all that breath the Bntipi Air, 
And, like the Goddefs whom they wait on, fair. 

Make Beauteous Grafton with the firft Advance, 
Charming at every Step, with every Glance. 
Sweet as her Temper, Paint her Heavenly Face; 
Draw her but like, you give your Piece a Grace. 
Blend for her all the Beauties e'er you knew. 
For fo his Venus fam'd ^pelUs drew. 

But hold to make her moft divinely Fair, 

Confult her felf, you'll find all Beauty there. 

Whom fliall we think on now- there's fcarcebefide 
Any that can compare with her, but Hide. 
Hide^ who like her has Beauties without blame, 
Hidey who like her is every Poet's Theme. 
Hide, by all Eyes admir'd, all Hearts adot'd. 
Courteous to all, kind only to her Lord. 
Hide, who fo many powerful Charms commands. 
As will not Ihamc the Piece where Grafro), ftands. 

And now, to make thy lafting Fame renown' d. 
Let all be with Uluftrious Ormond crown'd, 

39^ The Second Part. 

Sum all in her, that's fair, and good, and gteat, 
Ilacc her in Beauty's, and iil Virtue's Seat. 
Paint Sweetnefs in her Eyes, at once, and Awe, 
And make her Looks giveLanguilhing, and Law. 
O! if my Mufe to her wifli'd height could climb. 
Sweet as her Subjeft, as her Theme, fublime, 
The Noble Ormond Ihould engrofs her Praife, 
Great Oymon£s Name fliould fanftifie her Layes. 
Hers, and her moft illuftrious Confort's Blood, 
Takes plcalure ftill like Heav'n in doing Good. 
Ormonde to whom fair Lots on Earth are giv'n, 
Ormondy who has her Seat fecur'd in Heav'n. 

Stop here tho' others may attrad the Sight, 

If our Pencil, and my Pen 

Dare not attempt to do fo many right. 

Who ftrives to Sing a Patron or a Friend, ^ 

Tho' he omit fome whom he Ihould commend, > 

Cannot be thought in juftice to offend J 

And now you've finifh'd fo renown'd a Piece, 
Boaft fafely challenge cither %QnH or Greece, 

The End of the Seq 0)^1) Part. 

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