312:001,000[' ]| 312:001,000[' ]| 312:001,000[' ]| 312:001,000[' ]| 312:001,000[' ]| 312:001,000[' ]| 312:001,000[' ]| <1> 312:001,001[A ]| In Court or Crowd, shew me, who can, 312:001,002[A ]| From Cadiz West 312:001,003[A ]| To Ganges East, 312:001,004[A ]| That happy, happy man, 312:001,005[A ]| Who has a notion of the things are best, 312:001,006[A ]| Or things thence distant, as the East from West; 312:001,007[A ]| Who ev'n the worst things knows, 312:001,008[A ]| On whom the grossest errors can't impose; 312:001,009[A ]| That truly skills the plainest cast, 312:001,010[A ]| Can tell the paint or vizard from the face, 312:001,011[A ]| That's capable, cou'd wishes do't, of being blest. 312:002,000[' ]| <2> 312:002,012[A ]| Such strangers we to reason are, 312:002,013[A ]| By it we neither wish nor fear! 312:002,014[A ]| Tell me what wou'd thy best of wishes gain, 312:002,015[A ]| Shoud'st thou thy wishes all obtain? 312:002,016[A ]| The better wish were to unwish them all again. 312:002,017[A ]| The easie Gods, granting what men require, 312:002,018[A ]| Tir'd with their whining breath, 312:002,019[A ]| Oft hug their Suppliants to death; 312:002,020[A ]| Ruine whole families at their own desire. 312:002,021[A ]| So strangely do our several Pray'rs miscarry, 312:002,022[A ]| When what we ask we do enjoy, 312:002,023[A ]| We shew how many ways we can destroy, 312:002,024[A ]| And in new wishes our destructions vary. 312:002,025[A ]| Whether we ask for Peace or War, 312:002,026[A ]| Alike we fare, 312:002,027[A ]| There's a Dilemma in our Fate, 312:002,028[A ]| Ruin's in this as well as that: 312:002,029[A ]| Ease acts in one what Swords in t'other do, 312:002,030[A ]| And Vice is the worse Murd'rer of the two. 312:002,000[' ]| <3> 312:002,031[A ]| Many Eloquence admire, 312:002,032[A ]| Some do Eloquence desire, 312:002,033[A ]| Yet ev'n that Art, by which they others save, 312:002,034[A ]| Has to the owners prov'd a grave: 312:002,035[A ]| In some it to a swelling Torrent grows, 312:002,036[A ]| So wanton that it scorns a bound, 312:002,037[A ]| But then the very channel's drown'd, 312:002,038[A ]| The Tyrant flood its own banks overflows: 312:002,039[A ]| Best Orators have been undone, 312:003,040[A ]| Speaking for others, spoke their own 312:003,041[A ]| Funeral Oration. 312:003,000[' ]| <4> 312:003,042[A ]| Milo in strength of arm plac'd his delight, 312:003,043[A ]| He did provoke 312:003,044[A ]| The lusty Oak, 312:003,045[A ]| Which did return a worse embrace, and stay'd 312:003,046[A ]| His brawny pride i'th prison that he made, 312:003,047[A ]| He to his own destruction did employ his might. 312:003,048[A ]| But wealth does more destroy; wealth got with care, 312:003,049[A ]| And too much speed, 312:003,050[A ]| Estates which others do exceed, 312:003,051[A ]| As much as British Whales bigger than Dolphins are. 312:003,000[' ]| <5> 312:003,052[A ]| Oh! at what rate 312:003,053[A ]| Have many this way bought the worst of fate! 312:003,054[A ]| It was for this in cruel Nero's time, 312:003,055[A ]| (Under whom to be wealthy was a crime,) 312:003,056[A ]| The Tyrant first Longinus eyes did bore, 312:003,057[A ]| That he might see his gold no more, 312:003,058[A ]| And then he took his life. Cassius, alas! 312:003,059[A ]| Thy Statue guiltless was, 312:003,060[A ]| And at the best but brass: 312:003,061[A ]| His mischief did from other causes rise, 312:003,062[A ]| The Sunshine of invidious Gold put out his eyes. 312:003,000[' ]| <6> 312:003,063[A ]| With guards this Seneca's Gardens set about, 312:003,064[A ]| The dragons cou'd not keep 'um out. 312:003,065[A ]| This did the Lateran Palaces beset; 312:004,066[A ]| But Cottages were ne're besieged yet. 312:004,067[A ]| If thou dost travel, though i'th dead o'th night, 312:004,068[A ]| With the least parcel of the fatal Mine, 312:004,069[A ]| Though not yet tainted with the name of coin, 312:004,070[A ]| The watchful Club or Sword will thee affright; 312:004,071[A ]| Nay a less dreadful weapon makes thee fear, 312:004,072[A ]| A shaken reed by Moonlight is a spear: 312:004,073[A ]| But if thou nothing bring, 312:004,074[A ]| And canst not pay, none will take pains 312:004,075[A ]| To stab thee, or knock out thy brains: 312:004,076[A ]| Light purse, light heart, thou maist go on and sing. 312:004,000[' ]| <7> 312:004,077[A ]| Yet the first thing we ask, is, that we may 312:004,078[A ]| Be rich; nay hence we learn to pray. 312:004,079[A ]| Give this, give that, we do implore, 312:004,080[A ]| And can't proceed but saying, Give me more, 312:004,081[A ]| When our Chests, kept i'th Temples, biggest are, 312:004,082[A ]| We think i'th Gods we have the greatest share; 312:004,083[A ]| Nay for the Deities we do not care, 312:004,084[A ]| We onely worship th' Idol Money there. 312:004,000[' ]| <8> 312:004,085[A ]| Yet Poverty's more safe: A plot 312:004,086[A ]| Of poyson scorns an Earthen pot; 312:004,087[A ]| Pray when did you e're hear of such a bait 312:004,088[A ]| Laid in Agathoclean plate? 312:004,089[A ]| Suspect that onely there, 312:004,090[A ]| When that thy trembling hands the Goblets hold, 312:004,091[A ]| Where gems add fuel to the gold, 312:004,092[A ]| And the Wine's self does seem to sweat for fear. 312:005,000[' ]| <9> 312:005,093[A ]| And now perhaps you'l deign to praise 312:005,094[A ]| The Sages of contrary ways; 312:005,095[A ]| One never went unto his door, 312:005,096[A ]| But laugh'd till's sides were sore: 312:005,097[A ]| T'other his threshold ne're did stride, 312:005,098[A ]| But instantly he cry'd. 312:005,099[A ]| But laughter's easie, in scorn all are wise, 312:005,100[A ]| The thing that does surprize, 312:005,101[A ]| Is how the other could supply his eyes. 312:005,000[' ]| <10> 312:005,102[A ]| Aye, but Democritus laugh'd in Thrace: 312:005,103[A ]| There were no purple toys, 312:005,104[A ]| Distinctions of young and old boys; 312:005,105[A ]| No Consul's Gowns worn there, 312:005,106[A ]| No litters for the sound, and no close chair, 312:005,107[A ]| No Fasces, or High Courts of Justice in that place. 312:005,108[A ]| What had become of's spleen, 312:005,109[A ]| Had he one of our Praetors seen 312:005,110[A ]| Mounted on his chariot proud, 312:005,111[A ]| Fly through the Circus in a dusty cloud, 312:005,112[A ]| Clad in the coat that's worn by none beside 312:005,113[A ]| But Livery Jove, and onely then 312:005,114[A ]| When in his Temple he appears to men 312:005,115[A ]| In's Holyday-clothes, in his Divinity pride? 312:005,000[' ]| <11> 312:005,116[A ]| O're this wight from head to heels spreads down 312:005,117[A ]| A Garment which might be 312:006,118[A ]| For breadth and for Embroidery 312:006,119[A ]| A piece of Tyrian tapestry, 312:006,120[A ]| As if he were not clad but hung with Gown: 312:006,121[A ]| To which he adds a Crown of State, 312:006,122[A ]| Made for his head indeed, but of such weight, 312:006,123[A ]| 'Tis fitter for the Porter whom it makes to sweat. 312:006,124[A ]| And lest the Consul shou'd be over jolly, 312:006,125[A ]| Or in himself be too much pleas'd, 312:006,126[A ]| He's by a Partner eas'd, 312:006,127[A ]| A Slave goes half in all his pomp and folly, 312:006,128[A ]| Does with him in the Chariot ride, 312:006,129[A ]| And to correct his wanton pride, 312:006,130[A ]| Points at the whip and bell that hang below, 312:006,131[A ]| The onely things worth looking at in all the show; 312:006,132[A ]| And begs his worship, now and then, 312:006,133[A ]| Not to forget that he's like other men: 312:006,134[A ]| The Eagle that before him flies, 312:006,135[A ]| Does on an Ivory Scepter rise; 312:006,136[A ]| And lest the Antick shou'd be mist by some, 312:006,137[A ]| Cornets sound where it does come, 312:006,138[A ]| And for the fight the numerous troops make room. 312:006,139[A ]| Next to his Horse attends a train of tools, 312:006,140[A ]| That all stand candidates for fools, 312:006,141[A ]| That are ridiculous for pay, 312:006,142[A ]| Peculiar friends of his bought for that gawdy day. 312:006,000[' ]| <12> 312:006,143[A ]| The Sage ne're saw such sights 312:006,144[A ]| Yet laugh'd at his own Abderites; 312:006,145[A ]| He never an occasion of mirth mist, 312:006,146[A ]| He never met a man, 312:007,147[A ]| But met a subject for a jest; 312:007,148[A ]| And to demonstrate that he thought all vain, 312:007,149[A ]| He laugh'd at all the Vulgar's cares, 312:007,150[A ]| Laugh't at their laughter, ay, laught at their very tears: 312:007,151[A ]| Which shews that Worthies, who example give 312:007,152[A ]| To th' wiser world, in dullest climes may live; 312:007,153[A ]| He slighted Fortune when most discontented; 312:007,154[A ]| When she did fret, 312:007,155[A ]| To shew how much he scorn'd the pet, 312:007,156[A ]| To cure her passion halters he presented; 312:007,157[A ]| He laugh'd at her, and made her more 312:007,158[A ]| Ridiculous, than she made men before; 312:007,159[A ]| More to disease her, 312:007,160[A ]| When ever she began to pout, 312:007,161[A ]| He thrust his middle finger out, 312:007,162[A ]| Did in derision point at, and caldeez her. 312:007,000[' ]| <13> 312:007,163[A ]| In vain therefore most men, straingely in vain 312:007,164[A ]| Beg or complain, 312:007,165[A ]| They but abuse the Deities 312:007,166[A ]| In pawning waxed prayers to their thighs: 312:007,167[A ]| Or if 'tis not in vain, 'tis to their ruin, 312:007,168[A ]| Th' effect's either their folly, or undoing, 312:007,169[A ]| Some men are ruin'd by their being great 312:007,170[A ]| Envy still attends on state, 312:007,171[A ]| Many men indited are 312:007,172[A ]| Ev'n by the honours that they beare; 312:007,173[A ]| For many times 312:007,174[A ]| A crowded page of titles proves a bill of crimes: 312:007,175[A ]| Then down the Statues go, 312:008,176[A ]| The innocent Statue's punisht for the Lord. 312:008,177[A ]| 'Tis dragg'd with hempen cord, 312:008,178[A ]| The Chariot suffers too, 312:008,179[A ]| The harmless horses that can't sin or feel, 312:008,180[A ]| Are broken on, and with the chariot wheel. 312:008,000[' ]| <14> 312:008,181[A ]| But hark, the furnace works, the bellows play, 312:008,182[A ]| Hark what the pratling sparkles say! 312:008,183[A ]| The head ador'd by all the crowd, 312:008,184[A ]| The head, to which all men, but Caesar, bow'd, 312:008,185[A ]| The great Sejanus burns; 312:008,186[A ]| The fire that very face, 312:008,187[A ]| Which in the world supply'd the second place, 312:008,188[A ]| To frying pans, basins, pots, and platters turns. 312:008,189[A ]| Crown all thy polls, offer a bull to Jove, 312:008,190[A ]| A white one such as he dos love; 312:008,191[A ]| Carry't to the Capitol, lay it at his feet, 312:008,192[A ]| Seest not Sejanus dragging through the street? 312:008,193[A ]| The rout is mad for joy, one cryes, 312:008,194[A ]| Look at his face; another, mark his eyes. 312:008,195[A ]| A third, you may read halters ev'ry where; 312:008,196[A ]| A fourth, if e're I lov'd this man, I am not here. 312:008,000[' ]| <15> 312:008,197[A ]| Who found him out? how came 312:008,198[A ]| His guilt to this deserved shame? 312:008,199[A ]| What circumstances? who informers are? 312:008,200[A ]| For that they neither ask nor care, 312:008,201[A ]| In that they're silent all the while: 312:008,202[A ]| But will you know? Caesar wrote from th' Isle: 312:008,203[A ]| Is't so? enough ~~ 312:009,204[A ]| But if that's all, what say the people to't? 312:009,205[A ]| The silly rout 312:009,206[A ]| Is always tun'd to Fortune's strains, 312:009,207[A ]| They're learned by their Tyrants brains: 312:009,208[A ]| Condemn'd men they do 312:009,209[A ]| Condemn, because they're so, 312:009,210[A ]| And whom they do condemn, they still think guilty too: 312:009,211[A ]| Yet that's not all the miserable's fate, 312:009,212[A ]| For whom the fools condemn they always hate. 312:009,213[A ]| Think not Sejanus worse for that; 312:009,214[A ]| For had but Nurscia's grace 312:009,215[A ]| Smil'd on her countryman, that he had caught 312:009,216[A ]| Our napping fox, and him to ruine brought, 312:009,217[A ]| Remus his hopeful race 312:009,218[A ]| Had at this hour cry'd, may Sejanus live, 312:009,219[A ]| Rome's fondest Gods a nobler Caesar cou'd not give. 312:009,000[' ]| <16> 312:009,220[A ]| Since suffrages have ceased to be sold, 312:009,221[A ]| Publick thoughts aside are lay'd: 312:009,222[A ]| None care's who this or that is made, 312:009,223[A ]| Because they are not paid; 312:009,224[A ]| The mighty Roman people which of old 312:009,225[A ]| Made Kings, Consuls, and Generals, 312:009,226[A ]| Dispos'd of all was great, 312:009,227[A ]| Now such unlimited pow'r recalls, 312:009,228[A ]| They but two wishes crave, 312:009,229[A ]| But those they're earnest for, those they must have, 312:009,230[A ]| A little sport, a little meat: 312:009,231[A ]| They're Princes give 'um but a play and treat. 312:010,000[' ]| <17> 312:010,232[A ]| Listen, the Rumour of the Town 312:010,233[A ]| Is that Sejanus must not dye alone; 312:010,234[A ]| The greedy furnace in Tiberius brest, 312:010,235[A ]| The wolf i'th fable there, 312:010,236[A ]| Cannot be satisfi'd, I fear, 312:010,237[A ]| With the morsel of a man; 312:010,238[A ]| It whets him, 'tis the prologue to a Feast. 312:010,239[A ]| Brutidius I at Mars's Altar met, 312:010,240[A ]| Methought the place 312:010,241[A ]| Was ominous, his face 312:010,242[A ]| Was wan, and his presaging eyes 312:010,243[A ]| Like Suns declining seem'd in blood to set, 312:010,244[A ]| He look'd all over like an appall'd Sacrifice. 312:010,000[' ]| <18> 312:010,245[A ]| I fear our Ajax jealous, that his cause 312:010,246[A ]| Meets not applause, 312:010,247[A ]| In's rage on every one will fall, 312:010,248[A ]| Worry Sheep Shepherds and all. 312:010,249[A ]| Away, let us with speed to Tybur run, 312:010,250[A ]| Before the Corps be gone; 312:010,251[A ]| Away, let's hye, 312:010,252[A ]| Whilst on the bank the coarse does lye, 312:010,253[A ]| Let's trample on great Caesar's enemy; 312:010,254[A ]| But let our servants see us do the feat, 312:010,255[A ]| Lest they of treason us accuse, 312:010,256[A ]| That o're the dead t' insult we did refuse, 312:010,257[A ]| We had as good ne're kick, if they don't see't. 312:011,000[' ]| <19> 312:011,258[A ]| Oh! how the people comment on his fate! 312:011,259[A ]| Wou'd you (say they) be courted at the rate 312:011,260[A ]| He was, to be Sejanus, have his whole estate? 312:011,261[A ]| Be possess'd of all his graces? 312:011,262[A ]| Dispose all Martiall, and all Civil places? 312:011,263[A ]| Be Tutor to the Prince that keeps his Court 312:011,264[A ]| In yon Imperial Cliffe, where none resort, 312:011,265[A ]| Except his Gypsies, the Chaldaean band; 312:011,266[A ]| Great Artists! who foretel the murders they command. 312:011,267[A ]| Wou'd you be General of horse and foot? 312:011,268[A ]| And Captain of the brave Lifeguard to boot? 312:011,269[A ]| And why not? one may wish 'twas in his power, 312:011,270[A ]| Although he never wou'd devour: 312:011,271[A ]| 'Tis fine to rule, but Grandeur's such a cheat, 312:011,272[A ]| The ills that thence ensue, 312:011,273[A ]| All prosperities outdo, 312:011,274[A ]| Great men are more unhappy than they can be great. 312:011,000[' ]| <20> 312:011,275[A ]| Would'st thou that great man's fate put on, 312:011,276[A ]| For to be murder'd in a purple Gown? 312:011,277[A ]| Hadst thou not better, to avoid Court, plots, 312:011,278[A ]| To Gabii, or Fidenae go, 312:011,279[A ]| What though th' inhabitants are few? 312:011,280[A ]| There wou'd be less deceit if there were none, 312:011,281[A ]| And you'd be Governour still of the Town. 312:011,282[A ]| Or at Ulubrae dwell? 312:011,283[A ]| Famous for being Constable, 312:011,284[A ]| And plunder all their cans, and break all their black pots. 312:012,000[' ]| <21> 312:012,285[A ]| Sejanus had what man could wish to have, 312:012,286[A ]| Yet was he wretched in his state, 312:012,287[A ]| You see he wish'd he knew not what, 312:012,288[A ]| And was undone by what himself did crave: 312:012,289[A ]| His wishing too much pow'r 312:012,290[A ]| And heaping too much store, 312:012,291[A ]| Was like a man that had a Tow'r 312:012,292[A ]| Which was high enough before, 312:012,293[A ]| But he resolv'd always to build it higher: 312:012,294[A ]| What's th' event of that desire? 312:012,295[A ]| At length it grew so great, 312:012,296[A ]| It cou'd not bear its bulk and weight; 312:012,297[A ]| Then down the Fabrick dropt, and all 312:012,298[A ]| The silly Builder got, was but a greater fall. 312:012,000[' ]| <22> 312:012,299[A ]| What did the Crassi and the Pompeys quash? 312:012,300[A ]| And him that brought all Rome under his lash, 312:012,301[A ]| The supreme pow'r by arts unlawful gain'd? 312:012,302[A ]| Destructive pray'rs unluckily obtain'd. 312:012,303[A ]| Kings' lives are not more eminent than their end, 312:012,304[A ]| They dye in state, 312:012,305[A ]| To Pluto's Court when e're they tend, 312:012,306[A ]| They seldome go the common road of fate; 312:012,307[A ]| Tyrants whose hands have been embru'd, 312:012,308[A ]| Too too oft in others blood 312:012,309[A ]| Sail after 'um to fate in the like purple flood. 312:012,000[' ]| <23> 312:012,310[A ]| Young boys just put to school, that ne're did pay 312:012,311[A ]| For th' learning of a Quarter day, 312:013,312[A ]| Attend devoutly at Minerva's shrine 312:013,313[A ]| To her each of 'em prays; 312:013,314[A ]| On all her holy days, 312:013,315[A ]| That to their wishes she'd incline, 312:013,316[A ]| And graciously please 312:013,317[A ]| To make 'em each a Tully or Demosthenes; 312:013,318[A ]| Ne're heeding that their pray'rs their ruine frame, 312:013,319[A ]| As great a ruine as such Eloquence or Fame. 312:013,000[' ]| <24> 312:013,320[A ]| Too sharp a wit Tully's destruction bred, 312:013,321[A ]| Cut off his hand, chopt off his head. 312:013,322[A ]| Art thou not fortunate, Rome, in my Consulate, once, (he said) 312:013,323[A ]| But had his Rhetorick been like that, 312:013,324[A ]| He might have laugh'd at Antony and fate; 312:013,325[A ]| His silly Poems I prefer before 312:013,326[A ]| His famed Philippick, which all men adore. 312:013,327[A ]| When saw you a mean pleader in a noose? 312:013,328[A ]| The fool is safe, he has no head to lose. 312:013,329[A ]| Th' admir'd Athenians fate too was forlorn, 312:013,330[A ]| He that rul'd the Theaters, 312:013,331[A ]| Pull'd 'um which way he wou'd by th' ears: 312:013,332[A ]| Under the stars ill aspect he was born, 312:013,333[A ]| Or educated rather 312:013,334[A ]| Under that worse one of his father; 312:013,335[A ]| The blear-ey'd Smith from Anvil, Forge, and Tools, 312:013,336[A ]| Sent his Son to Rhetorick Schools, 312:013,337[A ]| To learn a trade to him unknown, 312:013,338[A ]| A more destructive one than's own, 312:013,339[A ]| Alas! h'ad been better of his own trade, 312:013,340[A ]| And weapons of destruction for another made. 312:014,000[' ]| <25> 312:014,341[A ]| The spoils of war, a breast-plate stab'd in fight, 312:014,342[A ]| Worn on the carcase of a Tree, 312:014,343[A ]| Expos'd to publick sight, 312:014,344[A ]| Helmets with ears on either side, 312:014,345[A ]| Hanging as they were pillory'd, 312:014,346[A ]| A chariot without pole, flags got at Sea, 312:014,347[A ]| With a sad captive, whom they do retain, 312:014,348[A ]| To be conquer'd once again 312:014,349[A ]| In acting ruine; have by many been 312:014,350[A ]| Esteem'd as blessings far too great for men: 312:014,351[A ]| The thoughts of these all Generals inspire, 312:014,352[A ]| They Romans, Grecians, Persians move, 312:014,353[A ]| With these they are in love, 312:014,354[A ]| Hence spring their toyles, these set 'um all on fire. 312:014,355[A ]| Thus pomp does fool the Great, who seldom do 312:014,356[A ]| Mind what 'tis they thus pursue; 312:014,357[A ]| They don't distinguish 'twixt the thing and dress: 312:014,358[A ]| Like children they delight 312:014,359[A ]| In what deceives the sight, 312:014,360[A ]| And onely feeds upon the husks of happiness. 312:014,000[' ]| <26> 312:014,361[A ]| By fame virtue is quite undone, 312:014,362[A ]| Take her reward, away she's gone; 312:014,363[A ]| None will receive her naked to his bed, 312:014,364[A ]| But ev'ry body wou'd her dowry wed. 312:014,365[A ]| Yet glory is destructive too, 312:014,366[A ]| Glory atchiev'd without this show: 312:014,367[A ]| Our Countrey has been ruin'd quite, 312:014,368[A ]| Sometimes to shew how two or three cou'd fight, 312:015,369[A ]| Ruin'd only to make room 312:015,370[A ]| For Titles to endorse a Tomb, 312:015,371[A ]| Which must be cancell'd when the wild fig-tree's grown: 312:015,372[A ]| The very Titles perish then, 312:015,373[A ]| That tree, like th' ashes whence it rose, 312:015,374[A ]| Grows destructive, as it grows, 312:015,375[A ]| It sacks the monumental wall, 312:015,376[A ]| It throws down Titles, Tomb, and all, 312:015,377[A ]| For Sepulchres do dye as well as men. 312:015,000[' ]| <27> 312:015,378[A ]| Weigh Hannibal's dust, and try how many grains 312:015,379[A ]| Make up those turbulent remains; 312:015,380[A ]| Yet this is all that mighty He, 312:015,381[A ]| Whom Africk stretch'd from the Atlantick Sea 312:015,382[A ]| To Nile, thence to the other Aethiopians, 312:015,383[A ]| Cou'd not contain; 312:015,384[A ]| To these he added Spain, 312:015,385[A ]| Cross'd the Pyren, scorn'd to be stay'd 312:015,386[A ]| Within the modest bounds that Nature made; 312:015,387[A ]| In vain did she her Alps and snow oppose, 312:015,388[A ]| He did not care, 312:015,389[A ]| For Italy he goes, 312:015,390[A ]| He deals with them 312:015,391[A ]| As you wou'd with a little Gem, 312:015,392[A ]| Dissolves the mighty rocks in Vinegar. 312:015,393[A ]| Italy's taken, that won't do, 312:015,394[A ]| He must have the City too, 312:015,395[A ]| So extravagant was his pride, 312:015,396[A ]| He wou'd accept no victory, he cry'd, 312:015,397[A ]| But that which plac'd his Ensigns in great Rome's Cheapside. 312:016,398[A ]| O what a sight it was to see! 312:016,399[A ]| Worthy best paint or tapestry, 312:016,400[A ]| The mighty man from's Elephant looking down, 312:016,401[A ]| With his one half-sunk eye on Kingdoms that he won. 312:016,000[' ]| <28> 312:016,402[A ]| O Glory what can'st thou not do? 312:016,403[A ]| Thou can'st conquer Hannibal too: 312:016,404[A ]| Hannibal's routed, now where is his fame, 312:016,405[A ]| He's overcome, he flies, 312:016,406[A ]| He banishes himself, he's wise, 312:016,407[A ]| Had he not don't Carthage had done the same. 312:016,408[A ]| Oh the strange turns of State! 312:016,409[A ]| This wonderful Petitioner's forc't to wait 312:016,410[A ]| At the Bithynian Tyrant's gate, 312:016,411[A ]| Attends his nodding pleasure, 312:016,412[A ]| 'Til he thinks fit to wake, and be at leisure; 312:016,413[A ]| This great disturber of mankind 312:016,414[A ]| Cou'd not in Wars an Exit find: 312:016,415[A ]| Fate that way durst not come; 312:016,416[A ]| The Cannae spoils a remedy lent, 312:016,417[A ]| All the rings unto Carthage were not sent, 312:016,418[A ]| He kep't one that was kind to him, and just to Rome. 312:016,419[A ]| Go, Madman, pierce the Alps, and ransack Nations, 312:016,420[A ]| Prosecute thy great toyes, 312:016,421[A ]| To please School-boyes, 312:016,422[A ]| And find 'um glorious Subjects for their Declamations. 312:016,000[' ]| <29> 312:016,423[A ]| The brave Pellaean who did overcome 312:016,424[A ]| The Map, that baffl'd ev'ry Nation, 312:017,425[A ]| And after Hector'd the Creation, 312:017,426[A ]| Who swate, melting in tears, for want of room, 312:017,427[A ]| To whom the Universe as streight did seem, 312:017,428[A ]| As to some the Cyclads do, 312:017,429[A ]| Prisons where we confine whom we condemn: 312:017,430[A ]| For all the world to him was so: 312:017,431[A ]| He sigh'd, as banish'd from some worlds he did not know. 312:017,432[A ]| Yet when he did his entrance make 312:017,433[A ]| At Babylon, he found the sad mistake, 312:017,434[A ]| A lesser sweatning Tub did do the feat, 312:017,435[A ]| A Coffin held the man so great: 312:017,436[A ]| After all our pride and care, 312:017,437[A ]| Faithful Death onely shews us truly what we are. 312:017,000[' ]| <30> 312:017,438[A ]| If you believe, and you have Fame's word for't, 312:017,439[A ]| Mount Athos was a port, 312:017,440[A ]| The Graecian stories, which are very bold, 312:017,441[A ]| Consent and tell 312:017,442[A ]| Of an unheard of prodigy, 312:017,443[A ]| Of one that made the Ocean passable, 312:017,444[A ]| That with his ships did pave the Sea, 312:017,445[A ]| And made a road for chariots in't of old. 312:017,446[A ]| They say too, when that Mighty Xerxes fought, 312:017,447[A ]| Ponds were scarce a morning's draught, 312:017,448[A ]| But when he daign'd to eat, 312:017,449[A ]| And that his Train sate seriously to meat, 312:017,450[A ]| The deepest waters then 312:017,451[A ]| Fail'd the Medes cup, 312:017,452[A ]| The bottoms of the rivers, they drank up, 312:017,453[A ]| Were dry; almost as dry as half his men. 312:017,454[A ]| The drunken Sostratus these things rehearses, 312:018,455[A ]| The subjects suit the man and verses: 312:018,456[A ]| But how got he from Salamine away? 312:018,457[A ]| He that wou'd make the winds obey, 312:018,458[A ]| That whip'd the East and the Northwest so sore, 312:018,459[A ]| Instead of blowing they were thought to roar, 312:018,460[A ]| Not Aeolus himself e're scourg'd 'em so before. 312:018,000[' ]| <31> 312:018,461[A ]| Nor did the Sea scape better than the wind, 312:018,462[A ]| In fetters did he Neptune bind; 312:018,463[A ]| 'Tis thought that he had branded him to boot, 312:018,464[A ]| But that the God was watry, and he cou'd not do't; 312:018,465[A ]| How e're, 'twas kind to wave the slavish brand, 312:018,466[A ]| What God cou'd e're dispute, shou'd he command? 312:018,467[A ]| But how got he from the Athenian fray? 312:018,468[A ]| In one poor fisher-boat he stole away, 312:018,469[A ]| Sail'd through th' unnatural flood 312:018,470[A ]| Of his own Subjects blood, 312:018,471[A ]| Dead shoals his folly did upbraid, 312:018,472[A ]| The carcases his Vessel stay'd, 312:018,473[A ]| So thick about him they did float, 312:018,474[A ]| They lay'd Embargoes on his Navy-boat; 312:018,475[A ]| This was th' event of all his pride, 312:018,476[A ]| And courted glory has serv'd many so beside. 312:018,000[' ]| <32> 312:018,477[A ]| Give length of age, good Jove, give me more years, 312:018,478[A ]| This with an open face, you say; 312:018,479[A ]| Your chief concern dwells in these pray'rs, 312:018,480[A ]| They employ all your joys and fears, 312:018,481[A ]| You speak 'em, pale as that 'gainst which you pray. 312:018,482[A ]| And yet old age rais'd to the heighth, you'd raise, 312:018,483[A ]| Is fuller far of evils than of days; 312:019,484[A ]| Let an old face be thoroughly descry'd, 312:019,485[A ]| Look at that \7quondam\ skin, curry'd by age, to hide; 312:019,486[A ]| Behold the hanging cheeks disgrace, 312:019,487[A ]| It cannot blush to think what 'twas, 312:019,488[A ]| But in its way asham'd, seems to decline the face. 312:019,489[A ]| Such wrinckles do indent the jaws, 312:019,490[A ]| As no Similies can essay, 312:019,491[A ]| But those i'th wood of Tabracha, 312:019,492[A ]| Where in cheek-pits the Grandam Ape does lose her paws. 312:019,000[' ]| <33> 312:019,493[A ]| Young men from one another may be known, 312:019,494[A ]| This than that man fairer is, 312:019,495[A ]| T'other stronger much than this, 312:019,496[A ]| But Chaos-age has no distinction. 312:019,497[A ]| Eighty makes all alike, there is no choice, 312:019,498[A ]| The limbs quaver like the voice, 312:019,499[A ]| The head's a perfect scull, no hair there grows, 312:019,500[A ]| All moisture in one current flows, 312:019,501[A ]| And the poor infant cannot rule his nose. 312:019,502[A ]| The teeth are fled, 312:019,503[A ]| And disarm'd gums are left to fight with bread; 312:019,504[A ]| Troublesome to his wife he well may grow, 312:019,505[A ]| And children, when t'himself he's so, 312:019,506[A ]| When the loath'd sight makes ev'n his flatt'rers spue. 312:019,000[' ]| <34> 312:019,507[A ]| All sense is gone, what signifies to eat? 312:019,508[A ]| You might as well remove the meat; 312:019,509[A ]| There is no provocation in grand Sallets, 312:019,510[A ]| Wine's spilt upon the pavement of such pallats: 312:020,511[A ]| He's chast indeed, but that's no virtue, when 312:020,512[A ]| Nature leaves not the least remains of men: 312:020,513[A ]| As he tasts, just so he hears: 312:020,514[A ]| Seleucus self does sing in vain 312:020,515[A ]| So does the proudest of the golden train, 312:020,516[A ]| All musick's lost to him that has no ears: 312:020,517[A ]| 'Tis alike to him to sit 312:020,518[A ]| In the Gall'ry, or the pit, 312:020,519[A ]| Mens voices well may be too weak, 312:020,520[A ]| He scarce can hear Cornets or Trumpets speak; 312:020,521[A ]| When he sends one t'inquire the hour, 312:020,522[A ]| He must the errand tell, 312:020,523[A ]| Just like the bell, 312:020,524[A ]| Must either ring it to him, or must louder roar. 312:020,000[' ]| <35> 312:020,525[A ]| Some cold blood the surviving coarse retains, 312:020,526[A ]| Yet no heat at all it knows, 312:020,527[A ]| But what it to the Feaver owes. 312:020,528[A ]| Troops of diseases quarter up and down the veins, 312:020,529[A ]| So many, if their names you'd have, 312:020,530[A ]| I must your pardons crave, 312:020,531[A ]| I might as soon that grand account adjust 312:020,532[A ]| Of all those Hippia has betray'd to lust; 312:020,533[A ]| As soon unto you shew, 312:020,534[A ]| How many Themison in one Autumn slew; 312:020,535[A ]| Count all th' Estates, 312:020,536[A ]| By Basilus rook'd from our Confederates; 312:020,537[A ]| Or tell as soon 312:020,538[A ]| How many wards curst Irus has undone; 312:021,539[A ]| Nay, I almost as soon might guess 312:021,540[A ]| What wealth that Senator has, 312:021,541[A ]| Who once my Barber was, 312:021,542[A ]| Or count how many Farms his Honour does possess. 312:021,000[' ]| <36> 312:021,543[A ]| In age, nothing but Hospitals we find, 312:021,544[A ]| Here a useless shoulder lyes, 312:021,545[A ]| There feeble loins, there helpless thighs, 312:021,546[A ]| And here a wretch has lost both eyes, 312:021,547[A ]| And envies all that see, ev'n the purblind: 312:021,548[A ]| Another with his pale lips stands, 312:021,549[A ]| And for his mouth's supply borrows another's hands; 312:021,550[A ]| T'other at the sight of meat, 312:021,551[A ]| Without a stomach, yawns a wish, 312:021,552[A ]| Gapes almost as young Swallows do, 312:021,553[A ]| (For whom the hungry Dam does seem to chew,) 312:021,554[A ]| But has no appetite to the dish, 312:021,555[A ]| He onely gapes to shew that he was wont to eat. 312:021,000[' ]| <37> 312:021,556[A ]| Their least of ills though lye in their disease, 312:021,557[A ]| Such losses in respect are gains, 312:021,558[A ]| What's hand, or eye, or head without the brains? 312:021,559[A ]| Dotage is more intolerable than these, 312:021,560[A ]| Their memory's gone, all past things they disclaim, 312:021,561[A ]| They forget their Servant's name, 312:021,562[A ]| Their dearest Friend's forgotten quite, 312:021,563[A ]| Although he supp'd with them last night; 312:021,564[A ]| All thought of children's gone, 312:021,565[A ]| Those whom they got and bred, they are unknown; 312:022,566[A ]| And lest you this sad truth shou'd doubt, 312:022,567[A ]| Their wills can prov't, their names are there left out: 312:022,568[A ]| Lust they remember, and no more; 312:022,569[A ]| Perhaps their Testament is fill'd with an old whore. 312:022,000[' ]| <38> 312:022,570[A ]| But yet allowing more than Nature will, 312:022,571[A ]| Say that their sense continues vig'rous still; 312:022,572[A ]| All they gain hence, is but to be 312:022,573[A ]| More sensible of misery. 312:022,574[A ]| Be their House ne're so num'rous grown, 312:022,575[A ]| They live to dwell alone; 312:022,576[A ]| See to close their children's eyes, 312:022,577[A ]| Hear all the dismal Funeral cryes, 312:022,578[A ]| At Wive's and Sister's obsequies: 312:022,579[A ]| Like rotten Oaks, forsaken, time's disgraces, 312:022,580[A ]| As marks of ruine in those very places 312:022,581[A ]| They singly stand, where once there stood 312:022,582[A ]| Thousand fresh glories of a flour'shing wood; 312:022,583[A ]| These are the onely benefits of years, 312:022,584[A ]| To see beloved bodies burn, 312:022,585[A ]| Whilst happy, you provide the Urn, 312:022,586[A ]| And older grow in mourning and accustom'd tears. 312:022,000[' ]| <39> 312:022,587[A ]| Nestor, if Homer's credit you'l allow, 312:022,588[A ]| Outliv'd all creatures but the Crow; 312:022,589[A ]| Happy sure he needs must be, 312:022,590[A ]| Fate's sole favourite was he, 312:022,591[A ]| Who did so many ages breath, 312:022,592[A ]| If we may call that life, which onely is deferring death. 312:023,593[A ]| His blessings, sure, must needs surmount, 312:023,594[A ]| Whose years did so encrease, 312:023,595[A ]| Who drank so many Vintages, 312:023,596[A ]| And on his right hand kept the blest account. 312:023,597[A ]| Will you then a little pause, 312:023,598[A ]| And hear how he complains of Nature's Laws; 312:023,599[A ]| What he to the sisters said, 312:023,600[A ]| For their unhappy lengthening his thread: 312:023,601[A ]| Going with his Son to's grave, 312:023,602[A ]| When doleful he stood by, 312:023,603[A ]| And on the pile saw his Antilochus lye, 312:023,604[A ]| And flames singeing the beard none e're did shave, 312:023,605[A ]| He turn'd him to the mourning throng, 312:023,606[A ]| Expostulating the inhumane wrong, 312:023,607[A ]| And ask'd what sin h'ad done that he shou'd live so long. 312:023,000[' ]| <40> 312:023,608[A ]| The aged Peleus said the same, 312:023,609[A ]| Viewing Achilles by a Funeral flame: 312:023,610[A ]| Laertes too, grown old in fears; 312:023,611[A ]| For Ulysses did complain, 312:023,612[A ]| (Ulysses banish'd to the Main) 312:023,613[A ]| He coppy'd all his storms in tears, 312:023,614[A ]| When old, yet liv'd th' unhappy tempest of ten years. 312:023,615[A ]| Had Priam dy'd 'fore Paris went to Sea, 312:023,616[A ]| Troy being safe; then happy he 312:023,617[A ]| Had to his Grandsires gone, 312:023,618[A ]| Carry'd by his warlike Son, 312:023,619[A ]| Helped by his Brothers all in mourning. 312:023,620[A ]| Cassandra had decorum kept 312:023,621[A ]| In grief and taught the rest t' have wept; 312:024,622[A ]| Polyxenes following the Bier, 312:024,623[A ]| Had rent her Gown, and torn her hair, 312:024,624[A ]| And Priam burnt in state without the Cities burning. 312:024,000[' ]| <41> 312:024,625[A ]| What therefore did old age on him bestow? 312:024,626[A ]| What did longer life afford? 312:024,627[A ]| Onely betwixt fire and sword, 312:024,628[A ]| The pleasant sight of Asia's overthrow. 312:024,629[A ]| At this the aged Prince throws off his crown, 312:024,630[A ]| And having little time to live, 312:024,631[A ]| My arms, (says he) my armour give; 312:024,632[A ]| Alas! he had scarce time to put 'em on: 312:024,633[A ]| Yet now, rather than fail, 312:024,634[A ]| He trembling shakes himself into a coat of Mail; 312:024,635[A ]| Before Jove's altar like an Ox he's slain, 312:024,636[A ]| Like an old Ox grown ev'n the plough's disdain; 312:024,637[A ]| An ox whom men despise, 312:024,638[A ]| Fit onely for the Deities, 312:024,639[A ]| And good for nothing but a sacrifice; 312:024,640[A ]| Howe're in arms he fell an offering, 312:024,641[A ]| And onely so dy'd like a man, and like a King. 312:024,000[' ]| <42> 312:024,642[A ]| But what became of Priam's wife? 312:024,643[A ]| Hecuba had a longer life, 312:024,644[A ]| She had indeed, and had a sadder fate, 312:024,645[A ]| At the Greeks she liv'd to scold, 312:024,646[A ]| 'Till by barking she grew old, 312:024,647[A ]| Turn'd to a Bitch by kinder nature, 312:024,648[A ]| Who pitty'ng her, did please 312:024,649[A ]| To give her soul by transmigration ease 312:025,650[A ]| I'th body of a suiting creature, 312:025,651[A ]| And this was all th' event of her long date. 312:025,000[' ]| <43> 312:025,652[A ]| I'l omit forreign Stories to get home; 312:025,653[A ]| And wave the Pontick Kings sixty odd years, 312:025,654[A ]| Of which he fourty spent in wars, 312:025,655[A ]| Onely with triumphant Rome, 312:025,656[A ]| In which he gain'd three famous overthrows, 312:025,657[A ]| Yet still he liv'd, though amongst blows, 312:025,658[A ]| Liv'd till his thread by murder broke 312:025,659[A ]| 'Till none beside himself wou'd give the fatal stroke: 312:025,660[A ]| I Croesus, pass advis'd by one we stile 312:025,661[A ]| The wise, not to commend 312:025,662[A ]| His fate before the end, 312:025,663[A ]| Unhappy he outliv'd his very Funeral pile. 312:025,000[' ]| <44> 312:025,664[A ]| Banishment, prisons, and Minturnian fears, 312:025,665[A ]| Bred at Carthage earn'd by pity, 312:025,666[A ]| Where we before had starv'd the City, 312:025,667[A ]| Took their sad rise from too too many years: 312:025,668[A ]| Had happy Marius dy'd, 312:025,669[A ]| When in Teutonick triumph he did ride, 312:025,670[A ]| Had he had leave then to expire, 312:025,671[A ]| Man greater happiness cou'd ne're desire; 312:025,672[A ]| The world a Captain ne're had seen so blest, 312:025,673[A ]| Though Nature, nay though Rome, had done her best. 312:025,000[' ]| <45> 312:025,674[A ]| The kind Campania did a feaver give 312:025,675[A ]| To Pompey, understood he fate, 312:026,676[A ]| He shou'd have wish'd for that: 312:026,677[A ]| But publick pray'rs storm'd Heaven; condemn'd to live, 312:026,678[A ]| He cou'd not then resign his happy breath, 312:026,679[A ]| He was prorogu'd to be betray'd to death, 312:026,680[A ]| Repriev'd by prayers to be murther'd, 312:026,681[A ]| He liv'd to lose his laurels and his head. 312:026,682[A ]| Bad men slain young, have met a kinder doom: 312:026,683[A ]| Lentulus dy'd not so, 312:026,684[A ]| Cethegus did not hence in quarters go, 312:026,685[A ]| Catiline burnt entire, as he wou'd have burnt Rome. 312:026,000[' ]| <46> 312:026,686[A ]| The careful Mother constantly repairs 312:026,687[A ]| To Venus shrine, where for her boyes 312:026,688[A ]| She beauty begs with modest voice; 312:026,689[A ]| But for her girls she is all noise: 312:026,690[A ]| She begs so veh'mently, 312:026,691[A ]| And to that exquisite degree, 312:026,692[A ]| Fond thing! she falls in love with her own pray'rs, 312:026,693[A ]| Defends, and cryes, you can't her wishes blame, 312:026,684[A ]| The Gods themselves desire the same. 312:026,695[A ]| Latona her dear off-spring did embrace, 312:026,696[A ]| Not so much because they were 312:026,697[A ]| Her's, as that she thought 'em fair; 312:026,698[A ]| Her dear Diana had a Goddess in her face. 312:026,000[' ]| <47> 312:026,699[A ]| Yet Lucrece other wishes wou'd advise, 312:026,700[A ]| And prove from her own case, 312:026,701[A ]| How destructive beauty was, 312:026,702[A ]| What fatal Comets shine in brightest eyes. 312:026,703[A ]| Virginia too the same declares, 312:027,704[A ]| With ugly Rutila cou'd she 312:027,705[A ]| Change forms, how glad she'd be; 312:027,706[A ]| She'd take the burthen of her back and years. 312:027,000[' ]| <48> 312:027,707[A ]| A Son too, if exceeding fair, 312:027,708[A ]| Costs his parents double care, 312:027,709[A ]| In others love, in them he begets fear, 312:027,710[A ]| One chast and handsome we so seldom find, 312:027,711[A ]| You'd think such bodies ne're did suit the mind. 312:027,712[A ]| Though the House whence he took his blood 312:027,713[A ]| Be course and plain as the old Sabines were, 312:027,714[A ]| And gave him documents as severe; 312:027,715[A ]| Nay though his disposition's good, 312:027,716[A ]| Though Nature has done all she can, 312:027,717[A ]| (Honest Nature far exceeding 312:027,718[A ]| All the tricks and cheats of breeding) 312:027,719[A ]| Though she bestows on him a modest look, 312:027,720[A ]| The happy Index of a well writ Book, 312:027,721[A ]| And with a Mint of blood his face has lin'd, 312:027,722[A ]| Ready in blushes to be coin'd; 312:027,723[A ]| When she has giv'n him all this store, 312:027,724[A ]| And she, though liberal, can give no more: 312:027,725[A ]| After all this, O Beauty's curse! 312:027,726[A ]| He shall Eunuch be or worse, 312:027,727[A ]| The world will never suff'r him to live good, or man. 312:027,000[' ]| <49> 312:027,728[A ]| So prodigal is lust to have it's end, 312:027,729[A ]| If the youth won't condescend, 312:027,730[A ]| So very impudent is gold, 312:027,731[A ]| 'Twill with the parents correspondence hold: 312:028,732[A ]| To maintain a current trade, 312:028,733[A ]| The Father pander, Mother bawd is made. 312:028,734[A ]| Beauty does the youth destroy, 312:028,735[A ]| No Tyrant ever gelt an ugly boy: 312:028,736[A ]| Nero no youth, though noble, e're thought meet 312:028,737[A ]| For Court, with swoln throat, or club feet, 312:028,738[A ]| Nor any one that look'd, as though 312:028,739[A ]| He was with child before and behind too. 312:028,000[' ]| <50> 312:028,740[A ]| Go, and rejoyce now in thy beauteous Son, 312:028,741[A ]| Who therefore has more wayes to be undone: 312:028,742[A ]| He'l be the common Town-bull, must receive 312:028,743[A ]| Whatever plagues the angry husbands give; 312:028,744[A ]| For he can be no happier than his star, 312:028,745[A ]| And nets, you know, trapann'd the God of war. 312:028,746[A ]| That punishment some greater find, 312:028,747[A ]| Than ever was by Law assign'd; 312:028,748[A ]| Some men have spit 'em, others chose 312:028,749[A ]| To kill adult'rers with dry blows; 312:028,750[A ]| Some prolong their pain by Art, 312:028,751[A ]| And with a Mullet clyster the back part. 312:028,752[A ]| But your choice son shall have as choice a Dame: 312:028,753[A ]| Can that atone the crime, or bail the shame? 312:028,754[A ]| Or if it cou'd, it wou'd not do, 312:028,755[A ]| Who once adult'rer is, will twice be so; 312:028,756[A ]| He will not onely swallow baits 312:028,757[A ]| From those he loves, but those he hates; 312:028,758[A ]| Money has charms almost as great as lust, 312:028,759[A ]| He can't afford always to sin on trust: 312:028,760[A ]| Servilia, she is poor you know, 312:028,761[A ]| Very poor and ugly too; 312:029,762[A ]| Maugre both ugliness and poverty, 312:029,763[A ]| She wants not baits for lechery. 312:029,764[A ]| Her Gallant she will have, 312:029,765[A ]| Though in pawn her cloaths she leave: 312:029,766[A ]| If she be naked, what cares she? 312:029,767[A ]| She is then as she wou'd be. 312:029,768[A ]| Most others are his own, and why? 312:029,769[A ]| The prodigal will give, the cov'tous buy: 312:029,770[A ]| Whether they breeding have or none, 312:029,771[A ]| On this account it is all one; 312:029,772[A ]| Be she the morosest creature, 312:029,773[A ]| She'l be complaisant, and yield to this ill good-nature. 312:029,000[' ]| <52> 312:029,774[A ]| But grant him chast, as chast can be, 312:029,775[A ]| Grant him chast as chastity; 312:029,775[A ]| He may be chast, safe he shall never be. 312:029,777[A ]| What signifi'd the honest resolv'd intent 312:029,778[A ]| To Hippolytus the fair? 312:029,779[A ]| Lust he avoided, not the snare; 312:029,780[A ]| He by Phaedra was accus'd 312:029,781[A ]| Of the incest he refus'd, 312:029,782[A ]| Suffred for being innocent, 312:029,783[A ]| He scap'd the sin, but cou'd not scape the punishment. 312:029,000[' ]| <53> 312:029,784[A ]| Bellerophon was as chast as he, 312:029,785[A ]| And Stenobaea fierce as she; 312:029,786[A ]| At first she blush'd, O woman-bashfulness! 312:029,787[A ]| A shamefac'd look, but meaning nothing less; 312:029,788[A ]| 'Twas not from modest, that the colour flow'd, 312:030,789[A ]| But from her worst, from her impurest blood: 312:030,790[A ]| Rage mixt with lust that Ensign bore, 312:030,791[A ]| Nor was she loath, but cou'd not be a whore; 312:030,792[A ]| Women to cruelty do most incline, 312:030,793[A ]| But are severest when 312:030,794[A ]| Love and revenge in battle join, 312:030,795[A ]| For if they can't debauch, they then will murder men. 312:030,000[' ]| <54> 312:030,796[A ]| Pray in this case, tell me, how you'd advise, 312:030,797[A ]| You know the partner of the Emp'ror's bed, 312:030,798[A ]| She wou'd the beauteous Silius wed; 312:030,799[A ]| The noble youth must be a sacrifice, 312:030,800[A ]| The flames are light in Messalina's eyes; 312:030,801[A ]| She waits in all the circumstance of marr'age, 312:030,802[A ]| Her Veil is on, the Wedding-bed 312:030,803[A ]| Is with the richest purple spread, 312:030,804[A ]| Sev'n thousand pounds upon the Table lye 312:030,805[A ]| For portion, publick Notaries stand by, 312:030,806[A ]| The Southsay'r, privy Counsellor of fate, 312:030,807[A ]| Attends, brib'd to pronounce 'em fortunate, 312:030,808[A ]| Pray will you speak one word for to direct his carr'age. 312:030,000[' ]| <55> 312:030,809[A ]| You'd think such things as these shou'd not be known, 312:030,810[A ]| Alas! lust seldom goes alone, 312:030,811[A ]| Impudence is it's old companion, 312:030,812[A ]| Grown bold, it scorns to do the thing it will not own; 312:030,813[A ]| 'Twill act in form, and to defend the cause, 312:030,814[A ]| 'Twill both corrupt the Judges and the Laws. 312:030,815[A ]| Pray, speak, she does command him with her eye, 312:030,816[A ]| He must obey, or instantly must dye; 312:031,817[A ]| Such small hopes has he of to morrow's light, 312:031,818[A ]| If he obeys not, he shall ne're see candle-light; 312:031,819[A ]| She's Empress, Silius, why shan't you obey? 312:031,820[A ]| Wed her, 'tis the safest way: 312:031,821[A ]| But if you will prolong your life one day, 312:031,822[A ]| The Emperor is the remoter doom, 312:031,823[A ]| First it must be known to Rome, 312:031,824[A ]| To him that's most concern'd shame last does come. 312:031,825[A ]| If one night's life and pleasure you prefer, 312:031,826[A ]| Silius, obey you her; 312:031,827[A ]| But choose which bad you will, 312:031,828[A ]| Death stands at either door, 312:031,829[A ]| 'Cause fair, you're miserable still, 312:031,830[A ]| Both horns of fate alike do gore; 312:031,831[A ]| That neck that looks like snow turn'd into wax, 312:031,832[A ]| To morrow shall be sever'd by the fatal Ax. 312:031,000[' ]| <56> 312:031,833[A ]| Things going thus, you will be apt to say, 312:031,834[A ]| Why, then, we must not pray; 312:031,835[A ]| Since ruine springs from our most holy cares, 312:031,836[A ]| What becomes then of Heav'n, and all it's train? 312:031,837[A ]| Either there's no such place, or 'tis in vain; 312:031,838[A ]| We may as well want gods as have no pray'rs. 312:031,839[A ]| 'Tis true, but you of both may make fit use, 312:031,840[A ]| If good advice you don't refuse; 312:031,841[A ]| Ask not for friv'lous things, or if you do, 312:031,842[A ]| Be not concern'd your wishes don't ensue, 312:031,843[A ]| Leave your pray'rs to the Gods, and they will pray for you. 312:032,000[' ]| <57> 312:032,844[A ]| Heav'n keeps a balance, 'tis a sign 312:032,845[A ]| Does in a constellation shine; 312:032,846[A ]| In this all humane pray'rs are weigh'd, 312:032,847[A ]| The weighty granted, light aside are lai'd; 312:032,848[A ]| If you always idly pray, 312:032,849[A ]| You, and the Gods still fling those pray'rs away; 312:032,850[A ]| They know our wants better than we, 312:032,851[A ]| Better our necessities see; 312:032,852[A ]| We ask for things in which we most delight, 312:032,853[A ]| But they won't grant, because we ask not right: 312:032,854[A ]| Those things onely they bestow, 312:032,855[A ]| Which they both good and useful know; 312:032,856[A ]| They, wise and kind inhabitants above, 312:032,857[A ]| Love men better, than men themselves can love. 312:032,858[A ]| With blind impulse of soul, which we ne're heed, 312:032,859[A ]| At unawares, 312:032,860[A ]| We stumble on our pray'rs; 312:032,861[A ]| First from the Gods a wife we crave, 312:032,862[A ]| Then beg increase of breed, 312:032,863[A ]| Which many times we wou'd not do, 312:032,864[A ]| If what we did desire we knew, 312:032,865[A ]| They know what kind of wife and children we shall have. 312:032,000[' ]| <58> 312:032,866[A ]| Worship the Gods with a religious vow, 312:032,867[A ]| Unto their holy Temples go, 312:032,868[A ]| Be just unto the Deities, 312:032,869[A ]| Pay 'em the tribute of due sacrifice; 312:032,870[A ]| And if to pray'r you are inclin'd, 312:032,871[A ]| Pray you may, I'le tell you how, 312:033,872[A ]| For a sound body pray, and for as sound a mind: 312:033,873[A ]| Pray for a Soul that's truly stout, 312:033,874[A ]| Wou'd neither let death in, nor keep it out; 312:033,875[A ]| But entertain it's live's just end, 312:033,876[A ]| With such concern and looks as 'twou'd a friend: 312:033,877[A ]| And 'till that, bears all griefs Nature can send. 312:033,878[A ]| Beg a serene and happy breast, 312:033,879[A ]| One wherein no base passions rest, 312:033,880[A ]| As free from anger as from fear, 312:033,881[A ]| That all damages can bear, 312:033,882[A ]| So far from wishing things another's be, 312:033,883[A ]| It can put losses out to Usury; 312:033,884[A ]| That Hercules his grief and pain 312:033,885[A ]| Wou'd more willingly sustain, 312:033,886[A ]| Than all Sardanapalus's luxury; 312:033,887[A ]| Prises 'em more than his delicious cheats, 312:033,888[A ]| More than his women or his meats, 312:033,889[A ]| More than his beds of Down that were as soft as he. 312:033,000[' ]| <59> 312:033,890[A ]| I tell you things you to your self may give, 312:033,891[A ]| Wou'd you live happy, you must vertuous live: 312:033,892[A ]| In short be prudent, and the whole is done, 312:033,893[A ]| Make wisedom yours, the Gods are all your own. 312:033,894[A ]| But we, blind fools, no wholesom counsel take, 312:033,895[A ]| Blind as her to whom we bow, 312:033,896[A ]| The true Gods can't suffice, 312:033,897[A ]| We number Fortune 'mongst the Deities, 312:033,898[A ]| We a Heav'n to her allow, 312:033,899[A ]| And worship her, whom we our selves a Goddess make.