137:207,000[' ]| 137:207,000[' ]| 137:207,001[A ]| Look round the Habitable World, how few 137:207,002[A ]| Know their own Good; or knowing it, pursue. 137:207,003[A ]| How void of Reason are our Hopes and Fears! 137:207,004[A ]| What in$4$ the Conduct of our Life appears 137:207,005[A ]| So$5#1$ well designed, so$5#1$ luckily begun, 137:207,006[A ]| But, when we have our wish, we wish undone? 137:207,007[A ]| Whole Houses, of their whole Desires possessed, 137:207,008[A ]| Are often Ruined, at their own Request. 137:207,009[A ]| In$4$ Wars, and Peace, things hurtful we require, 137:207,010[A ]| When made Obnoxious to$4$ our own Desire. 137:207,011[A ]| With Laurels some have fatally been Crowned 137:207,012[A ]| Some who$6#1$ the depths of Eloquence have found, 137:207,013[A ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ unnavigable Stream were Drowned. 137:207,014[A ]| The Brawny Fool, who$6#1$ did his Vigour boast; 137:207,015[A ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ Presuming Confidence was lost: 137:207,016[A ]| But more have been by$4$ Avarice oppressed, 137:207,017[A ]| And Heaps of Money crowded in$4$ the Chest: 137:207,018[A ]| Unwieldy Sums of Wealth, which$6#1$ higher mount 137:207,019[A ]| Than Files of Marshalled Figures can account: 137:207,020[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ the Stores of Croesus, in$4$ the Scale, 137:207,021[A ]| Would look like$4$ little Dolphins, when they sail 137:207,022[A ]| In$4$ the vast Shadow of the British Whale. 137:207,023[A ]| For$4$ this, in$4$ Nero's Arbitrary time, 137:207,024[A ]| When Virtue was a Guilt, and Wealth a Crime, 137:207,025[A ]| A Troop of Cut-Throat Guards were sent, to$9$ seize 137:207,026[A ]| The Rich Men's Goods, and gut their Palaces: 137:207,027[A ]| The Mob, Commissioned by$4$ the Government, 137:209,028[A ]| Are seldom to$4$ an Empty Garret, sent. 137:209,029[A ]| The Fearful Passenger, who$6#1$ Travels late, 137:209,030[A ]| Charged with the Carriage of a Paltry Plate, 137:209,031[A ]| Shakes at the Moonshine shadow of a Rush; 137:209,032[A ]| And sees a Red-Coat rise from every Bush: 137:209,033[A ]| The Beggar Sings, even when he sees the place 137:209,034[A ]| Beset with Thieves, and never mends his pace. 137:209,035[A ]| Of all the Vows, the first and chief Request 137:209,036[A ]| Of each, is to$9$ be Richer than the rest: 137:209,037[A ]| And yet no$2$ doubts the Poor Man's Draught control, 137:209,038[A ]| He dreads no$2$ Poison in$4$ his homely Bowl. 137:209,039[A ]| Then fear the deadly Drug, when Gems Divine 137:209,040[A ]| Enchase the Cup, and sparkle in$4$ the Wine. 137:209,041[A ]| Will$1$ you not now, the pair of Sages praise, 137:209,042[A ]| Who$6#1$ the same End pursued, by$4$ several Ways? 137:209,043[A ]| One pitied, one contemned the Woeful Times: 137:209,044[A ]| One laughed at Follies, one lamented Crimes: 137:209,045[A ]| Laughter is easy; but the Wonder lies 137:209,046[A ]| What stores of Brine supplied the Weeper's Eyes. 137:209,047[A ]| Democritus, could feed his Spleen, and shake 137:209,048[A ]| His sides and shoulders till he felt them ache; 137:209,049[A ]| Though in$4$ his Country Town, no$2$ Lictors were; 137:209,050[A ]| Nor Rods nor Axe nor Tribune did appear: 137:209,051[A ]| Nor all the Foppish Gravity of show 137:209,052[A ]| Which$6#1$ cunning Magistrates on$4$ Crowds bestow. 137:209,053[A ]| What had he done, had he beheld, on$4$ high 137:209,054[A ]| Our Praetor seated, in$4$ Mock Majesty? 137:209,055[A ]| His Chariot rolling over the Dusty place 137:209,056[A ]| While, with dumb Pride, and a set formal Face, 137:209,057[A ]| He moves, in$4$ the dull Ceremonial track, 137:209,058[A ]| With Jove's Embroidered Coat upon$4$ his back: 137:209,059[A ]| A Suit of Hangings had not more oppressed 137:211,060[A ]| His Shoulders, than that$6#2$ long, Laborious Vest. 137:211,061[A ]| A heavy Gewgaw, (called a Crown,) that$6#1$ spread 137:211,062[A ]| About his Temples, drowned his narrow Head: 137:211,063[A ]| And would have crushed it, with the Massy Freight, 137:211,064[A ]| But that$3$ a sweating Slave sustained the weight: 137:211,065[A ]| A Slave in$4$ the same Chariot seen to$9$ ride, 137:211,066[A ]| To$9$ mortify the mighty Madman's Pride. 137:211,067[A ]| Add now the Imperial Eagle, raised on$4$ high, 137:211,068[A ]| With Golden Beak (the Mark of Majesty) 137:211,069[A ]| Trumpets before, and on$4$ the Left and Right, 137:211,070[A ]| A Cavalcade of Nobles, all in$4$ White: 137:211,071[A ]| In$4$ their own Natures false, and flatteering Tribes; 137:211,072[A ]| But made his Friends, by$4$ Places and by$4$ Bribes. 137:211,073[A ]| In$4$ his own Age Democritus could find 137:211,074[A ]| Sufficient cause to$9$ laugh at Human kind: 137:211,075[A ]| Learn from so$5#1$ great a Wit; a Land of Bogs 137:211,076[A ]| With Ditches fenced, a Heaven Fat with Fogs, 137:211,077[A ]| May form a Spirit fit to$9$ sway the State; 137:211,078[A ]| And make the Neighbouring Monarchs fear their Fate. 137:211,079[A ]| He laughs at all the Vulgar Cares and Fears; 137:211,080[A ]| At their vain Triumphs, and their vainer Tears: 137:211,081[A ]| An equal Temper in$4$ his Mind he found, 137:211,082[A ]| When Fortune flattered him, and when she frowned. 137:211,083[A ]| It is plain from hence that$3$ what our Vows request, 137:211,084[A ]| Are hurtful things, or Useless at the best. 137:211,085[A ]| Some ask for$4$ Envied Power; which$6#1$ public Hate 137:211,086[A ]| Pursues, and hurries headlong to$4$ their Fate: 137:211,087[A ]| Down go the Titles; and the Statue Crowned, 137:211,088[A ]| Is by$4$ base Hands in$4$ the next River Drowned. 137:211,089[A ]| The Guiltless Horses, and the Chariot Wheel 137:211,090[A ]| The same Effects of Vulgar Fury feel: 137:211,091[A ]| The Smith prepares his Hammer for$4$ the Stroke, 137:213,092[A ]| While the Lunged Bellows hissing Fire provoke; 137:213,093[A ]| Sejanus almost first of Roman Names, 137:213,094[A ]| The great Sejanus crackles in$4$ the Flames: 137:213,095[A ]| Formed in$4$ the Forge, the Pliant Brass is laid 137:213,096[A ]| On$4$ Anvils; and of Head and Limbs are made, 137:213,097[A ]| Pans, Cans, and Pisspots, a whole Kitchen Trade. 137:213,098[A ]| Adorn your Doors with Laurels; and a Bull 137:213,099[A ]| Milk white and large, lead to$4$ the Capitol; 137:213,100[A ]| Sejanus with a Rope, is dragged along; 137:213,101[A ]| The Sport and Laughter of the giddy Throng! 137:213,102[A ]| Good Lord, they Cry, what Ethiop Lips he has, 137:213,103[A ]| How foul a Snout, and what a hanging Face! 137:213,104[A ]| By$4$ Heaven I never could endure his sight; 137:213,105[A ]| But say, how came his Monstrous Crimes to$4$ Light? 137:213,106[A ]| What is the Charge, and who$6#2$ the Evidence 137:213,107[A ]| (The Saviour of the Nation and the Prince?) 137:213,108[A ]| Nothing of this; but our Old Caesar sent 137:213,109[A ]| A Noisy Letter to$4$ his Parliament: 137:213,110[A ]| Nay Sirs, if Caesar writ, I ask no$2$ more; 137:213,111[A ]| He is Guilty; and the Question is out of Door. 137:213,112[A ]| How goes the Mob, (for$3$ that$6#2$ is a Mighty thing?) 137:213,113[A ]| When the King is Trump, the Mob are for$4$ the King: 137:213,114[A ]| They follow Fortune, and the Common Cry 137:213,115[A ]| Is still against the Rogue Condemned to$9$ Die. 137:213,116[A ]| But the same very Mob; that$6#2$ Rascal crowd 137:213,117[A ]| Had cried Sejanus, with a Shout as loud; 137:213,118[A ]| Had his Designs, (by$4$ Fortune's favour Blest) 137:213,119[A ]| Succeeded, and the Prince's Age oppressed. 137:213,120[A ]| But long, long since, the Times have changed their Face, 137:213,121[A ]| The People grown Degenerate and base: 137:213,122[A ]| Not suffered now the Freedom of their choice, 137:213,123[A ]| To$9$ make their Magistrates, and sell their Voice. 137:215,124[A ]| Our Wise Forefathers, Great by$4$ Sea and Land, 137:215,125[A ]| Had once the Power, and absolute Command; 137:215,126[A ]| All Offices of Trust, themselves disposed; 137:215,127[A ]| Raised whom they pleased, and whom they pleased, Deposed. 137:215,128[A ]| But we who$6#1$ give our Native Rights away, 137:215,129[A ]| And our Enslaved Posterity betray, 137:215,130[A ]| Are now reduced to$9$ beg an Alms, and go 137:215,131[A ]| On$4$ Holidays to$9$ see a Puppet show. 137:215,132[A ]| There was a Damned Design, cries one, no$2$ doubt; 137:215,133[A ]| For$3$ Warrants are already Issued out: 137:215,134[A ]| I met Brutidius in$4$ a Mortal fright: 137:215,135[A ]| He is dipped for$4$ certain, and plays least in$4$ sight: 137:215,136[A ]| I fear the Rage of our offended Prince, 137:215,137[A ]| Who$6#1$ thinks the Senate slack in$4$ his defence! 137:215,138[A ]| Come let us haste, our Loyal Zeal to$9$ show, 137:215,139[A ]| And spurn the Wretched Corpse of Caesar's Foe: 137:215,140[A ]| But let our Slaves be present there, lest they 137:215,141[A ]| Accuse their Masters, and for$4$ Gain betray. 137:215,142[A ]| Such were the Whispers of those jealous Times, 137:215,143[A ]| About Sejanus' Punishment, and Crimes. 137:215,144[A ]| Now tell me truly, wouldst thou change thy Fate 137:215,145[A ]| To$9$ be, like$4$ him, first Minister of State? 137:215,146[A ]| To$9$ have thy Levees Crowded with resort, 137:215,147[A ]| Of a depending, gaping, servile Court: 137:215,148[A ]| Dispose all Honours, of the Sword and Gown, 137:215,149[A ]| Grace with a Nod, and Ruin with a Frown; 137:215,150[A ]| To$9$ hold thy Prince in$4$ Pupil-Age and sway, 137:215,151[A ]| That$6#2$ Monarch, whom the Mastered World obey? 137:215,152[A ]| While he, intent on$4$ secret Lusts alone, 137:215,153[A ]| Lives to$4$ himself, abandoning the Throne; 137:215,154[A ]| Cooped in$4$ a narrow Isle, observing Dreams 137:215,155[A ]| With flattering Wizards, and erecting Schemes! 137:215,156[A ]| I well believe, thou wouldst be Great as he; 137:215,157[A ]| For$3$ every Man is a Fool to$4$ that$6#2$ Degree: 137:217,158[A ]| All wish the dire Prerogative to$9$ kill; 137:217,159[A ]| Even they would have the Power, who$6#1$ want the Will$0$: 137:217,160[A ]| But wouldst thou have thy Wishes understood, 137:217,161[A ]| To$9$ take the Bad together with the Good? 137:217,162[A ]| Wouldst thou not rather choose a small Renown, 137:217,163[A ]| To$9$ be the Mayor of some poor Paltry Town, 137:217,164[A ]| Bigly to$9$ Look, and Barbarously to$9$ speak; 137:217,165[A ]| To$9$ pound false Weights, and scanty Measures break? 137:217,166[A ]| Then, grant we that$3$ Sejanus went astray, 137:217,167[A ]| In$4$ every Wish, and knew not how to$9$ pray: 137:217,168[A ]| For$3$ he who$6#1$ grasped the World's exhausted Store 137:217,169[A ]| Yet never had enough, but wished for$4$ more, 137:217,170[A ]| Raised a Top-heavy Tower, of monstrous height, 137:217,171[A ]| Which$6#1$ Mouldering, crushed him underneath the Weight. 137:217,172[A ]| What did the mighty Pompey's Fall beget? 137:217,173[A ]| And ruined him, who$6#1$ Greater than the Great, 137:217,174[A ]| The stubborn Pride of Roman Nobles broke; 137:217,175[A ]| And bent their Haughty Necks beneath his Yoke? 137:217,176[A ]| What else, but his immoderate Lust of Power, 137:217,177[A ]| Prayers made, and granted in$4$ a Luckless Hour? 137:217,178[A ]| For$3$ few Usurpers to$4$ the Shades descend 137:217,179[A ]| By$4$ a dry Death, or with a quiet End. 137:217,180[A ]| The Boy, who$6#1$ scarce has paid his Entrance down 137:217,181[A ]| To$4$ his proud Pedant, or declined a Noun, 137:217,182[A ]| (So$5#1$ small an Elf, that$3$ when the days are foul, 137:217,183[A ]| He and his Satchel must be borne to$4$ School,) 137:217,184[A ]| Yet prays and hopes and aims at nothing less, 137:217,185[A ]| To$9$ prove a Tully, or Demosthenes: 137:217,186[A ]| But both those Orators, so$5#1$ much Renowned, 137:217,187[A ]| In$4$ their own Depths of Eloquence were Drowned: 137:217,188[A ]| The Hand and Head were never lost, of those 137:217,189[A ]| Who$6#1$ dealt in$4$ Doggerel, or who$6#1$ punned in$4$ Prose: 137:217,190@z | Fortune foretuned the Dying Notes of Rome: 137:219,191@z | Till I thy Consul sole, consoled thy Doom. 137:219,192[A ]| His Fate had crept below the lifted Swords, 137:219,193[A ]| Had all his Malice been to$9$ Murder words. 137:219,194[A ]| I rather would be Maevius, Thrash for$4$ Rhymes 137:219,195[A ]| Like$4$ his, the scorn and scandal of the Times, 137:219,196[A ]| Than that$6#2$ Philippic, fatally Divine, 137:219,197[A ]| Which$6#1$ is inscribed the Second, should be Mine. 137:219,198[A ]| Nor he, the Wonder of the Grecian throng, 137:219,199[A ]| Who$6#1$ drove them with the Torrent of his Tongue, 137:219,200[A ]| Who$6#1$ shook the Theatres, and swayed the State 137:219,201[A ]| Of Athens, found a more Propitious Fate: 137:219,202[A ]| Whom, born beneath a boding Horoscope, 137:219,203[A ]| His Sire, the Blear-Eyed Vulcan of a Shop, 137:219,204[A ]| From Mars his Forge, sent to$4$ Minerva's Schools, 137:219,205[A ]| To$9$ learn the unlucky Art of wheedling Fools. 137:219,206[A ]| With Itch of Honour, and Opinion, Vain, 137:219,207[A ]| All things beyond their Native worth we strain: 137:219,208[A ]| The Spoils of War, brought to$4$ Feretrian Jove, 137:219,209[A ]| An empty Coat of Armour hung above 137:219,210[A ]| The Conqueror's Chariot, and in$4$ Triumph born, 137:219,211[A ]| A Streamer from a boarded Galley torn, 137:219,212[A ]| A Chap-fallen Beaver loosely hanging by$5$ 137:219,213[A ]| The cloven Helm, an Arch of Victory, 137:219,214[A ]| On$4$ whose high Convex sits a Captive Foe 137:219,215[A ]| And sighing casts a Mournful Look below; 137:219,216[A ]| Of every Nation, each Illustrious Name, 137:219,217[A ]| Such Toys as these have cheated into Fame: 137:219,218[A ]| Exchanging solid Quiet, to$9$ obtain 137:219,219[A ]| The Windy satisfaction of the Brain. 137:219,220[A ]| So$5#1$ much the Thirst of Honour Fires the Blood; 137:219,221[A ]| So$5#1$ many would be Great, so$5#1$ few be Good. 137:219,222[A ]| For$3$ who$6#2$ would Virtue for$4$ herself regard, 137:219,223[A ]| Or Wed, without the Portion of Reward? 137:221,224[A ]| Yet this Mad Chase of Fame, by$4$ few pursued, 137:221,225[A ]| Has drawn Destruction on$4$ the Multitude: 137:221,226[A ]| This Avarice of Praise in$4$ Times to$9$ come, 137:221,227[A ]| Those long Inscriptions, crowded on$4$ the Tomb, 137:221,228[A ]| Should some Wild Fig-Tree take her Native bent, 137:221,229[A ]| And heave below the gaudy Monument, 137:221,230[A ]| Would crack the Marble Titles, and disperse 137:221,231[A ]| The Characters of all the lying Verse. 137:221,232[A ]| For$3$ Sepulchres themselves must crumbling fall 137:221,233[A ]| In$4$ time's Abyss, the common Grave of all. 137:221,234[A ]| Great Hannibal within the Balance lay; 137:221,235[A ]| And tell how many Pounds his Ashes weigh; 137:221,236[A ]| Whom Affrick was not able to$9$ contain, 137:221,237[A ]| Whose length runs Level with the Atlantick main, 137:221,238[A ]| And wearies fruitful Nilus, to$9$ convey 137:221,239[A ]| His Sun-beat Waters by$4$ so$5#1$ long a way; 137:221,240[A ]| Which$6#1$ Ethiopia's double Clime divides, 137:221,241[A ]| And Elephants in$4$ other Mountains hides. 137:221,242[A ]| Spain first he won, the Pyrenaeans past, 137:221,243[A ]| And steepy Alps, the Mounds that$6#1$ Nature cast: 137:221,244[A ]| And with Corroding juices, as he went, 137:221,245[A ]| A passage through the living Rocks he rent. 137:221,246[A ]| Then, like$4$ a Torrent, rolling from on$4$ high, 137:221,247[A ]| He pours his head-long Rage on$4$ Italy; 137:221,248[A ]| In$4$ three Victorious Battles overrun; 137:221,249[A ]| Yet still uneasy, Cries there is nothing done: 137:221,250[A ]| Till, level with the Ground, their Gates are laid; 137:221,251[A ]| And Punick Flags, on$4$ Roman Towers displayed. 137:221,252[A ]| Ask what a Face belonged to$4$ this high Fame; 137:221,253[A ]| His Picture scarcely would deserve a Frame: 137:221,254[A ]| A Sign-Post Dauber would disdain to$9$ paint 137:221,255[A ]| The one Eyed Hero on$4$ his Elephant. 137:223,256[A ]| Now what is his End, O Charming Glory, say 137:223,257[A ]| What rare fifth Act, to$9$ Crown this huffing Play? 137:223,258[A ]| In$4$ one deciding Battle overcome, 137:223,259[A ]| He flies, is banished from his Native home: 137:223,260[A ]| Begs refuge in$4$ a Foreign Court, and there 137:223,261[A ]| Attends his mean Petition to$9$ prefer: 137:223,262[A ]| Repulsed by$4$ surly Grooms, who$6#1$ wait before 137:223,263[A ]| The sleeping Tyrant's interdicted Door. 137:223,264[A ]| What wondrous sort of Death, has Heaven designed, 137:223,265[A ]| Distinguished from the Herd of Human Kind, 137:223,266[A ]| For$4$ so$5#1$ untamed, so$5#1$ turbulent a Mind? 137:223,267[A ]| Nor Swords at hand, nor hissing Darts afar, 137:223,268[A ]| Are doomed to$9$ Avenge the tedious bloody War, 137:223,269[A ]| But Poison, drawn through a Ring's hollow plate, 137:223,270[A ]| Must finish him; a sucking Infant's Fate. 137:223,271[A ]| Go, climb the rugged Alps, Ambitious Fool, 137:223,272[A ]| To$9$ please the Boys, and be a Theme at School. 137:223,273[A ]| One World sufficed not Alexander's Mind; 137:223,274[A ]| Cooped up$5$, he seemed in$4$ Earth and Seas confined: 137:223,275[A ]| And, struggling, stretched his restless Limbs about 137:223,276[A ]| The narrow Globe, to$9$ find a passage out. 137:223,277[A ]| Yet, entered in$4$ the Brick-built Town, he tried 137:223,278[A ]| The Tomb, and found the strait dimensions wide: 137:223,279@z | "Death only this Mysterious Truth unfolds, 137:223,280@z | The mighty Soul, how small a Body holds." 137:223,281[A ]| Old Greece a Tale of Athos would make out, 137:223,282[A ]| Cut from the Continent, and Sailed about; 137:223,283[A ]| Seas hid with Navies, Chariots passing over 137:223,284[A ]| The Channel, on$4$ a Bridge from shore to$4$ shore: 137:223,285[A ]| Rivers, whose depth no$2$ sharp beholder sees, 137:223,286[A ]| Drunk, at an Army's Dinner, to$4$ the Lees; 137:223,287[A ]| With a long Legend of Romantic things, 137:225,288[A ]| Which$6#1$, in$4$ his Cups, the Boozy Poet sings. 137:225,289[A ]| But how did he return, this haughty Brave 137:225,290[A ]| Who$6#1$ whipped the Winds, and made the Sea his Slave? 137:225,291[A ]| (Though Neptune took it unkindly to$9$ be bound; 137:225,292[A ]| And Eurus never such hard usage found 137:225,293[A ]| In$4$ his Eolian Prisons underground;) 137:225,294[A ]| What God so$5#1$ mean, even he who$6#1$ points the way, 137:225,295[A ]| So$5#1$ Merciless a Tyrant to$9$ Obey? 137:225,296[A ]| But how returned he, let us ask again? 137:225,297[A ]| In$4$ a poor Skiff. he passed the bloody Main, 137:225,298[A ]| Choked with the slaughtered Bodies of his Train. 137:225,299[A ]| For$4$ Fame he prayed, but let the Event declare 137:225,300[A ]| He had no$2$ mighty pennyworth of his Prayer. 137:225,301[A ]| Jove grant me length of Life, and Years good store 137:225,302[A ]| Heap on$4$ my bending Back, I ask no$2$ more. 137:225,303[A ]| Both Sick and Healthful, Old and Young, conspire 137:225,304[A ]| In$4$ this one silly, mischievous desire. 137:225,305[A ]| Mistaken Blessing which$6#1$ Old Age they call, 137:225,306[A ]| It is a long, nasty, darksome Hospital. 137:225,307[A ]| A ropy Chain of Rheums; a Visage rough, 137:225,308[A ]| Deformed, Unfeatured, and a Skin of Buff. 137:225,309[A ]| A stitch-fallen Cheek, that$6#1$ hangs below the jaw; 137:225,310[A ]| Such Wrinkles, as a skilful Hand would draw 137:225,311[A ]| For$4$ an old Grandam Ape, when, with a Grace, 137:225,312[A ]| She sits at squat, and scrubs her Leathern Face. 137:225,313[A ]| In$4$ Youth, distinctions infinite abound; 137:225,314[A ]| No$2$ Shape, or Feature, just alike are found; 137:225,315[A ]| The Fair, the Black, the Feeble, and the Strong, 137:225,316[A ]| But the same foulness does to$4$ Age belong, 137:225,317[A ]| The self same Palsy, both in$4$ Limbs, and Tongue: 137:225,318[A ]| The Skull and Forehead one Bald Barren plain; 137:225,319[A ]| And Gums unarmed to$9$ Mumble Meat in$4$ vain: 137:227,320[A ]| Besides the Eternal Drivel, that$6#1$ supplies 137:227,321[A ]| The dropping Beard, from Nostrils, Mouth, and Eyes. 137:227,322[A ]| His Wife and Children loathe him, and, what is worse, 137:227,323[A ]| Himself does his offensive Carrion Curse! 137:227,324[A ]| Flatterers forsake him too; for$3$ who$6#2$ would kill 137:227,325[A ]| Himself, to$9$ be Remembered in$4$ a Will$0$? 137:227,326[A ]| His taste, not only palled to$4$ Wine and Meat, 137:227,327[A ]| But to$4$ the Relish of a Nobler Treat. 137:227,328[A ]| The limber Nerve, in$4$ vain provoked to$9$ rise, 137:227,329[A ]| Inglorious from the Field of Battle flies: 137:227,330[A ]| Poor Feeble Dotard, how could he advance 137:227,331[A ]| With his blue Head-piece, and his broken Lance? 137:227,332[A ]| Add, that$3$ endeavouring still without effect, 137:227,333[A ]| A Lust more sordid justly we suspect. 137:227,334[A ]| Those Senses lost, behold a new defeat; 137:227,335[A ]| The Soul, dislodging from another seat. 137:227,336[A ]| What Music, or Enchanting Voice, can cheer 137:227,337[A ]| A Stupid, Old, Impenetrable Ear? 137:227,338[A ]| No$2$ matter in$4$ what Place, or what Degree 137:227,339[A ]| Of the full Theatre he sits to$9$ see; 137:227,340[A ]| Cornets and Trumpets can not reach his Ear: 137:227,341[A ]| Under an Actor's Nose, he is never near. 137:227,342[A ]| His Boy must bawl, to$9$ make him understand 137:227,343[A ]| The Hour of the Day, or such a Lord is at hand: 137:227,344[A ]| The little Blood that$6#1$ creeps within his Veins, 137:227,345[A ]| Is but just warmed in$4$ a hot Fever's pains. 137:227,346[A ]| In$4$ fine, he wears no$2$ Limb about him sound: 137:227,347[A ]| With Sores and Sicknesses, beleaguered round: 137:227,348[A ]| Ask me their Names, I sooner could relate 137:227,349[A ]| How Many Drudges on$4$ Salt Hippia wait; 137:227,350[A ]| What Crowds of Patients the Town Doctor kills, 137:227,351[A ]| Or how, last fall, lie raised the Weekly Bills: 137:227,352[A ]| What Provinces by$4$ Basilus were spoiled, 137:227,353[A ]| What Herds of Heirs by$4$ Guardians are beguiled 137:229,354[A ]| How many bouts a Day that$6#2$ Bitch has tried; 137:229,355[A ]| How many Boys that$6#2$ Pedagogue can ride: 137:229,356[A ]| What Lands and Lordships for$4$ their Owners know 137:229,357[A ]| My Quondam Barber, but his Worship now. 137:229,358[A ]| This Dotard of his broken Back complains, 137:229,359[A ]| One his Legs fail, and one his Shoulder pains: 137:229,360[A ]| Another is of both his Eyes bereft; 137:229,361[A ]| And Envies who$6#1$ has one for$4$ Aiming left. 137:229,362[A ]| A Fifth with trembling Lips expecting stands; 137:229,363[A ]| As in$4$ his Childhood, crammed by$4$ others' hands; 137:229,364[A ]| One, who$6#1$ at sight of Supper opened wide 137:229,365[A ]| His jaws before, and Whetted Grinders tried; 137:229,366[A ]| Now only Yawns, and waits to$9$ be supplied: 137:229,367[A ]| Like$4$ a young Swallow, when with weary Wings, 137:229,368[A ]| Expected Food, her fasting Mother brings. 137:229,369[A ]| His loss of Members is a heavy Curse, 137:229,370[A ]| But all his Faculties decayed, a worse! 137:229,371[A ]| His Servants' Names he has forgotten quite: 137:229,372[A ]| Knows not his Friend who$6#1$ supped with him last Night: 137:229,373[A ]| Not even the Children, he Begot and Bred; 137:229,374[A ]| Or his Will$0$ knows them not: For$3$, in$4$ their stead, 137:229,375[A ]| In$4$ Form of Law, a common Hackney Jade, 137:229,376[A ]| Sole Heir, for$4$ secret Services, is made: 137:229,377[A ]| So$5#1$ lewd, and such a battered Brothel Whore, 137:229,378[A ]| That$3$ she defies all Comers, at her Door. 137:229,379[A ]| Well, yet suppose his Senses are his own, 137:229,380[A ]| He lives to$9$ be chief Mourner for$4$ his Son: 137:229,381[A ]| Before his Face his Wife and Brother burns; 137:229,382[A ]| He Numbers all his Kindred in$4$ their Urns. 137:229,383[A ]| These are the Fines he pays for$4$ living long, 137:229,384[A ]| And dragging tedious Age, in$4$ his own wrong: 137:229,385[A ]| Griefs always Green, a Household still in$4$ Tears, 137:229,386[A ]| Sad Pomps: A Threshold thronged with daily Biers; 137:229,387[A ]| And Liveries of Black for$4$ Length of Years. 137:231,388[A ]| Next to$4$ the Raven's Age, the Pylian King 137:231,389[A ]| Was longest lived of any two-legged thing; 137:231,390[A ]| Blest, to$9$ Defraud the Grave so$5#1$ long, to$9$ Mount 137:231,391[A ]| His Numbered Years, and on$4$ his Right Hand Count; 137:231,392[A ]| Three Hundred Seasons, guzzling Must of Wine: 137:231,393[A ]| But, hold a while, and hear himself Repine 137:231,394[A ]| At Fate's Unequal Laws; and at the Clue 137:231,395[A ]| Which$6#1$, Merciless in$4$ length, the midmost Sister drew. 137:231,396[A ]| When his Brave Son upon$4$ the Funeral Pyre, 137:231,397[A ]| He saw extended, and his Beard on$4$ Fire; 137:231,398[A ]| He turned, and Weeping, asked his Friends, what Crime 137:231,399[A ]| Had Cursed his Age to$4$ this unhappy Time? 137:231,400[A ]| Thus Mourned Old Peleus for$4$ Achilles slain, 137:231,401[A ]| And thus Ulysses' Father did complain. 137:231,402[A ]| How Fortunate an End had Priam made, 137:231,403[A ]| Among his Ancestors a mighty shade, 137:231,404[A ]| While Troy yet stood: When Hector with the Race 137:231,405[A ]| Of Royal Bastards might his Funeral Grace: 137:231,406[A ]| Amidst the Tears of Trojan Dames inurned, 137:231,407[A ]| And by$4$ his Loyal Daughters, truly mourned. 137:231,408[A ]| Had Heaven so$5#2$ Blest him, he had Died before 137:231,409[A ]| The fatal Fleet to$4$ Sparta Paris bore. 137:231,410[A ]| But mark what Age produced; he lived to$9$ see 137:231,411[A ]| His Town in$4$ Flames his falling Monarchy: 137:231,412[A ]| In$4$ fine, the feeble Sire, reduced by$4$ Fate, 137:231,413[A ]| To$9$ change his Sceptre for$4$ a Sword, too late, 137:231,414[A ]| His last Effort before Jove's Altar tries; 137:231,415[A ]| A Soldier half, and half a Sacrifice: 137:231,416[A ]| Falls like$4$ an Ox, that$6#1$ waits the coming blow; 137:231,417[A ]| Old and unprofitable to$4$ the Plough. 137:231,418[A ]| At least, he Died a Man, his Queen survived; 137:231,419[A ]| To$9$ Howl, and in$4$ a barking Body lived. 137:231,420[A ]| I hasten to$4$ our own; Nor will$1$ relate 137:231,421[A ]| Great Mithridates', and Rich Croesus' Fate; 137:233,422[A ]| Whom Solon wisely Counselled to$9$ attend 137:233,423[A ]| The Name of Happy, till he knew his End. 137:233,424[A ]| That$3$ Marius was an Exile, that$3$ he fled, 137:233,425[A ]| Was taken, in$4$ Ruined Carthage begged his Bread, 137:233,426[A ]| All these were owing to$4$ a Life too long: 137:233,427[A ]| For$3$ whom had Rome beheld so$5#1$ Happy, Young? 137:233,428[A ]| High in$4$ his Chariot and with Laurel Crowned, 137:233,429[A ]| When he had led the Cimbrian Captives round 137:233,430[A ]| The Roman Streets; descending from his State, 137:233,431[A ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ Blest Hour he should have begged his Fate: 137:233,432[A ]| Then, then he might have died of all admired, 137:233,433[A ]| And his Triumphant Soul with Shouts expired. 137:233,434[A ]| Campania, Fortune's Malice to$9$ prevent, 137:233,435[A ]| To$4$ Pompey an indulgent Fever sent: 137:233,436[A ]| But public Prayers imposed on$4$ Heaven, to$9$ give 137:233,437[A ]| Their much Loved Leader an unkind Reprieve. 137:233,438[A ]| The City's Fate and his, conspired to$9$ save 137:233,439[A ]| The head, reserved for$4$ an Egyptian Slave. 137:233,440[A ]| Cethegus, though a Traitor to$4$ the State, 137:233,441[A ]| And Tortured, escaped this Ignominious Fate: 137:233,442[A ]| And Sergius, who$6#1$ a bad Cause bravely tried, 137:233,443[A ]| All of a Piece, and undiminished Died. 137:233,444[A ]| To$4$ Venus, the fond Mother makes a Prayer, 137:233,445[A ]| That$3$ all her Sons and Daughters may be Fair: 137:233,446[A ]| True, for$4$ the Boys a Mumbling Vow she sends; 137:233,447[A ]| But, for$4$ the Girls, the Vaulted Temple rends: 137:233,448[A ]| They must be finished Pieces: It is allowed 137:233,449[A ]| Diana's Beauty made Latona Proud; 137:233,450[A ]| And pleased, to$9$ see the Wondering People Pray 137:233,451[A ]| To$4$ the New-rising Sister of the Day. 137:235,452[A ]| And yet Lucretia's Fate would bar that$6#2$ Vow: 137:235,453[A ]| And Fair Virginia would her Fate bestow 137:235,454[A ]| On$4$ Rutila; and change her Faultless Make 137:235,455[A ]| For$4$ the foul rumple of Her Camel back. 137:235,456[A ]| But for$4$ his Mother's Boy, the Beau, what frights 137:235,457[A ]| His Parents have by$4$ Day, what Anxious Nights 137:235,458[A ]| Form joined with Virtue is a sight too rare: 137:235,459[A ]| Chaste is no$2$ Epithet to$9$ suit with Fair. 137:235,460[A ]| Suppose the same Traditionary strain 137:235,461[A ]| Of Rigid Manners, in$4$ the House remain; 137:235,462[A ]| Inveterate Truth, an Old plain Sabine's Heart; 137:235,463[A ]| Suppose that$3$ Nature, too, has done her part; 137:235,464[A ]| Infused into his Soul a sober Grace, 137:235,465[A ]| And blushed a Modest Blood into his Face; 137:235,466[A ]| (For$3$ Nature is a better Guardian far, 137:235,467[A ]| Than Saucy Pedants, or dull Tutors are:) 137:235,468[A ]| Yet still the Youth must never arrive at Man; 137:235,469[A ]| (So$5#1$ much Almighty Bribes, and Presents, can:) 137:235,470[A ]| Even with a Parent, where Persuasions fail, 137:235,471[A ]| Money, is impudent, and will$1$ prevail. 137:235,472[A ]| We never Read of such a Tyrant King, 137:235,473[A ]| Who$6#1$ gelt a Boy deformed, to$9$ hear him Sing. 137:235,474[A ]| Nor Nero, in$4$ his more Luxurious Rage, 137:235,475[A ]| Ever made a Mistress of an ugly Page:: 137:235,476[A ]| Sporus, his Spouse, nor Crooked was, nor Lame 137:235,477[A ]| With Mountain Back, and Belly, from the Game 137:235,478[A ]| Cross-barred: But both his Sexes well became. 137:235,479[A ]| Go, boast your Springal, by$4$ his Beauty Cursed 137:235,480[A ]| To$4$ Ills; nor think I have declared the worst: 137:235,481[A ]| His Form procures him Journey-Work; a strife 137:235,482[A ]| Between Town-Madams, and the Merchant's Wife: 137:235,483[A ]| Guess, When he undertakes this public War, 137:235,484[A ]| What furious Beasts offended Cuckolds are. 137:237,485[A ]| Adulterers are with Dangers round beset; 137:237,486[A ]| Born under Mars, they can not escape the Net; 137:237,487[A ]| And from Revengeful Husbands oft have tried 137:237,488[A ]| Worse handling, than severest Laws provide: 137:237,489[A ]| One stabs, one slashes, one, with Cruel Art, 137:237,490[A ]| Makes Colon suffer for$4$ the Peccant part. 137:237,491[A ]| But your Endymion, your smooth, Smock-faced Boy, 137:237,492[A ]| Unrivalled, shall a Beauteous Dame enjoy: 137:237,493[A ]| Not so$5#2$: One more Salacious, Rich, and Old, 137:237,494[A ]| Out-bids, and buys her Pleasure for$4$ her Gold: 137:237,495[A ]| Now he must Moil, and Drudge, for$4$ one he loathes: 137:237,496[A ]| She keeps him High, in$4$ Equipage, and Clothes: 137:237,497[A ]| She Pawns her Jewels, and her Rich Attire, 137:237,498[A ]| And thinks the Workman worthy of his Hire: 137:237,499[A ]| In$4$ all things else immoral, stingy, mean; 137:237,500[A ]| But, in$4$ her Lusts, a Conscionable Quean. 137:237,501[A ]| She may be handsome, yet be Chaste, you say: 137:237,502[A ]| Good Observator, not so$5#1$ fast away: 137:237,503[A ]| Did it not cost the Modest Youth his Life, 137:237,504[A ]| Who$6#1$ shunned the Embraces of his Father's Wife? 137:237,506[A ]| And was not the other Stripling forced to$9$ fly, 137:237,507[A ]| Who$6#1$, coldly, did his Patron's Queen deny; 137:237,508[A ]| And pleaded Laws of Hospitality? 137:237,509[A ]| The Ladies charged them home, and turned the Tale: 137:237,510[A ]| With shame they reddened, and with spite grew Pale. 137:237,511[A ]| It is Dangerous to$9$ deny the longing Dame; 137:237,512[A ]| She loses Pity, who$6#1$ has lost her Shame. 137:237,513[A ]| Now Silius wants thy Counsel, give Advice; 137:237,514[A ]| Wed Caesar's Wife, or Die; the Choice is nice. 137:237,515[A ]| Her Comet-Eyes she darts on$4$ every Grace; 137:237,516[A ]| And takes a fatal liking to$4$ his Face. 137:237,517[A ]| Adorned with Bridal Pomp she sits in$4$ State; 137:237,518[A ]| The Public Notaries and Auspex wait: 137:239,519[A ]| The Genial Bed is in$4$ the Garden dressed; 137:239,520[A ]| The portion paid, and every Rite expressed, 137:239,520[A ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ a Roman Marriage is professed. 137:239,521[A ]| It is no$2$ stolen Wedding, this; rejecting awe, 137:239,522[A ]| She scorns to$9$ Marry, but in$4$ Form of Law: 137:239,523[A ]| In$4$ this moot case, your judgment: To$9$ refuse 137:239,524[A ]| Is present Death, besides the Night you lose. 137:239,525[A ]| If you consent, it is hardly worth your pain; 137:239,526[A ]| A Day or two of Anxious Life you gain: 137:239,527[A ]| Till loud Reports through all the Town have passed, 137:239,528[A ]| And reach the Prince: For$3$ Cuckolds hear the last. 137:239,529[A ]| Indulge thy Pleasure, Youth, and take thy swing: 137:239,530[A ]| For$3$ not to$9$ take, is but the self same thing: 137:239,531[A ]| Inevitable Death before thee lies; 137:239,532[A ]| But looks more kindly through a Lady's Eyes. 137:239,533[A ]| What then remains? Are we deprived of Will$0$? 137:239,534[A ]| Must we not Wish, for$4$ fear of wishing Ill? 137:239,535[A ]| Receive my Counsel, and securely move; 137:239,536[A ]| Entrust thy Fortune to$4$ the Powers above, 137:239,537[A ]| Leave them to$9$ manage for$4$ thee, and to$9$ grant 137:239,538[A ]| What their unerring Wisdom sees thee want: 137:239,539[A ]| In$4$ Goodness as in$4$ Greatness they excel, 137:239,540[A ]| Ah that$3$ we loved ourselves but half so$5#1$ well! 137:239,541[A ]| We, blindly by$4$ our headstrong Passions led, 137:239,542[A ]| Are hot for$4$ Action, and desire to$9$ Wed; 137:239,543[A ]| Then wish for$4$ Heirs: But to$4$ the Gods alone 137:239,544[A ]| Our future Offspring, and our Wives are known; 137:239,545[A ]| The audacious Strumpet, and ungracious Son. 137:239,546[A ]| Yet, not to$9$ rob the Priests of pious Gain, 137:239,547[A ]| That$3$ Altars be not wholly built in$4$ vain, 137:239,548[A ]| Forgive the Gods the rest, and stand confined 137:239,549[A ]| To$4$ Health of Body, and Content of Mind: 137:239,550[A ]| A Soul, that$6#1$ can securely Death defy, 137:239,551[A ]| And count it Nature's Privilege, to$9$ Die; 137:239,552[A ]| Serene and Manly, hardened to$9$ sustain 137:241,553[A ]| The load of Life, and Exercised in$4$ Pain; 137:241,554[A ]| Guiltless of Hate, and Proof against Desire; 137:241,555[A ]| That$6#1$ all things weighs, and nothing can admire: 137:241,556[A ]| That$6#1$ dares prefer the Toils of Hercules 137:241,557[A ]| To$4$ Dalliance, Banquets, and Ignoble ease. 137:241,558[A ]| The Path to$4$ Peace is Virtue: What I show, 137:241,559[A ]| Thyself may freely, on$4$ Thyself bestow: 137:241,560[A ]| Fortune was never Worshipped by$4$ the Wise; 137:241,561[A ]| But, set aloft by$4$ Fools, Usurps the Skies.