011:00,000@@@@@| 011:00,000[' ]| 011:00,000[' ]| 011:60,000[' ]| <60> 011:60,000[' ]| 011:60,000[' ]| 011:60,001[A ]| \Damon\, altho you waste in vain, 011:60,002[A ]| That pretious breath of thine, 011:60,003[A ]| Where lies a Pow'r in every strain, 011:60,004[A ]| To take in any other heart, but mine; 011:60,005[A ]| Yet do not cease to sing, that I may know, 011:60,006[A ]| By what soft Charms and Arts, 011:60,007[A ]| What more than Humane 'tis you do, 011:60,008[A ]| To take, and keep your hearts; 011:60,009[A ]| Or have you Vow'd never to wast your breath, 011:60,010[A ]| But when some Maid must fall a Sacrifice, 011:60,011[A ]| As \Indian\ Priest prepare a death, 011:60,012[A ]| For Slaves t'addorn their Victories, 011:60,013[A ]| Your Charm's as powerful, if I live, 011:60,014[A ]| For I as sensible shall be, 011:60,015[A ]| What wound you can, to all that hear you, give, 011:60,016[A ]| As if you wounded me; 011:60,017[A ]| And shall as much adore your wondrous skill, 011:60,018[A ]| As if my heart each dying Note cou'd kill. 011:60,019[A ]| And yet I should not tempt my Fate, 011:60,020[A ]| Nor trust my feeble strength, 011:60,021[A ]| Which does with ev'ry softning Note abate, 011:60,022[A ]| And may at length 011:60,023[A ]| Reduce me to the wretched Slave I hate; 011:60,024[A ]| Tis strange extremity in me, 011:60,025[A ]| To venture on a doubtful Victory, 011:60,026[A ]| Where if you fail, I gain no more, 011:60,027[A ]| Than what I had before; 011:60,028[A ]| But 'twill certain comfort bring, 011:60,029[A ]| If I unconquer'd do escape from you; 011:60,030[A ]| If I can live, and hear you sing, 011:60,031[A ]| No other Forces can my Soul subdue; 011:60,032[A ]| Sing \Damon\ then, and let each Shade, 011:60,033[A ]| Which with thy Heavenly voice is happy made, 011:60,034[A ]| Bear witness if my courage be not great, 011:60,035[A ]| To hear thee sing, and make a safe retreat. 011:69,000[' ]| <69> 011:69,000[' ]| 011:69,000[' ]| 011:69,000[' ]| 011:69,001[A ]| Long have our Priests condemn'd a Wicked Age 011:69,002[A ]| And every Little Critick's senseless rage, 011:69,003[A ]| Damn'd a forsaken, self-declining Stage. 011:69,004[A ]| Great, 'tis confess'd, and many are our Crimes; 011:69,005[A ]| And no less profligate the Vicious Times. 011:69,006[A ]| But yet no wonder both prevail so Ill, 011:69,007[A ]| The Poets Fury, and the Preachers Skill. 011:69,008[A ]| While to the World it is so plainly known, 011:69,009[A ]| They blame our Faults, and never mind their own. 011:69,010[A ]| Let their Dull Pens flow with unlearned Spight, 011:69,011[A ]| And weakly Censure what the Skilful Write: 011:69,012[A ]| You Learned Sir, a Nobler Pattern show 011:69,013[A ]| Our best of Rules, and best Example too. 011:69,014[A ]| Precepts and grave Instructions dully move; 011:69,015[A ]| The brave Performer better does improve. 011:69,016[A ]| Thus in the truest Satyr you Excel, 011:69,017[A ]| And show how ill we Write, by Writing well. 011:69,018[A ]| This Noble Piece which well deserves your Name, 011:69,019[A ]| I Read with Pleasure, tho I Read with Shame. 011:69,020[A ]| The tender Lawrels which my Brows had drest, 011:69,021[A ]| Flag'd like young Flowers by too much Heat opprest: 011:69,022[A ]| The Generous Fire I felt in every Line, 011:69,023[A ]| Show'd me the cold, the feeble Force of mine. 011:69,024[A ]| Henceforth I'll you for Imitation chuse, 011:69,025[A ]| Your Nobler Flights will wing my Callow Muse. 011:69,026[A ]| So the young Eagle is inform'd to fly, 011:69,027[A ]| Seeing the Monarch Bird ascend the Sky, 011:69,028[A ]| And tho with less Success, her Strength she'll try. 011:69,029[A ]| Spreads her soft Wings, and his vast Tract pursues, 011:69,030[A ]| Tho far above the Towring Prince she views. 011:69,031[A ]| Where the whole Work is so Divinely wrought, 011:69,032[A ]| The Rules so just, and so sublime each Thought, 011:69,033[A ]| With such strict Art your Scenes in order plac'd, 011:69,034[A ]| With Wit so new, and so uncommon Grac'd; 011:69,035[A ]| In vain, Alas! I shou'd attempt to tell 011:69,036[A ]| Where, or in what, your Muse does most excel. 011:69,037[A ]| Each Character performs its Noble Part, 011:69,038[A ]| And stamps its Image on the Readers Heart. 011:69,039[A ]| In \Tamerlane\ you a true Hero drest: 011:69,040[A ]| A Generous Conflict wars within his Brest: 011:69,041[A ]| 'Tis there the Mightiest Passions you have show'd: 011:69,042[A ]| By turns confess'd the Mortal and the God! 011:69,043[A ]| When e're his steps approach the haughty Fair, 011:69,044[A ]| He bows indeed, but like a Conqueror; 011:69,045[A ]| Compell'd to Love, yet scorns his servile Chain, 011:69,046[A ]| And spight of all you make the Monarch Reign. 011:69,047[A ]| But who without resistless Tears can see? 011:69,048[A ]| The Bright, the Innocent \Irene\ dye. 011:69,049[A ]| \Axalla's\ Life a Noble Ransom paid, 011:69,050[A ]| In vain to save the dear Lov'd Charming Maid. 011:69,051[A ]| Naught surely could, but your own Flame inspire 011:69,052[A ]| Your happy Muse to reach so soft a Fire. 011:69,053[A ]| Yet with what Art you turn the powerful Stream, 011:69,054[A ]| When Treacherous \Ragalzan\ is the Theme! 011:69,055[A ]| You mix our different Passions with such skill, 011:69,056[A ]| We feel 'em All, and all with Pleasure feel: 011:69,057[A ]| We love his Mischiefs, tho the Harms we grieve, 011:69,058[A ]| And for his Wit, the Villain we forgive. 011:69,059[A ]| In your \Despina\ all those Passions meet, 011:69,060[A ]| Which Womans Frailties perfectly compleat: 011:69,061[A ]| Pride, and Revenge, Ambition, Love, and Rage 011:69,062[A ]| At once her wilful haughty Soul Engage: 011:69,063[A ]| And while her Rigid Honor we Esteem, 011:69,064[A ]| The dire Effects as justly must condemn. 011:69,065[A ]| She shows a Virtue so severely Nice, 011:69,066[A ]| As has betray'd it to a pitch of Vice, 011:69,067[A ]| All which confess a Godlike Power in you, 011:69,068[A ]| Who cou'd form Woman to her self so true. 011:69,069[A ]| Live, Mighty Sir, to reconcile the Age, 011:69,070[A ]| To the first Glories of the useful Stage: 011:69,071[A ]| Tis you her rifled Empire may restore, 011:69,072[A ]| And give her Power she ne're could boast before. 011:71,000[' ]| <71> 011:71,000[' ]| 011:71,001[A ]| Scorning religion all thy life time past 011:71,002[A ]| and now embracing popery at last 011:71,003[A ]| as like thy selfe and what thou'st done before 011:71,004[A ]| defying wives and marying a whore 011:71,005[A ]| alas how leering Hereticks will laugh 011:71,006[A ]| to see a grey old hedge bird caught with chaffe, 011:71,007[A ]| a lewd old Atheist some religion owne 011:71,008[A ]| yet one to show his judgment wors then none 011:71,009[A ]| a poet to from greate heroick thames 011:71,010[A ]| and inspiration, past to dreaming dreams 011:71,011[A ]| yet this the preists will gett by thee at last 011:71,012[A ]| that if they mend thee miracles are not ceast 011:71,013[A ]| for tis not more to cure the lame, and blind 011:71,014[A ]| then haile an impious ulcerated mind 011:71,015[A ]| This if they doe and give thee but a graine 011:71,016[A ]| of common honesty, or common shame, 011:71,017[A ]| 'twill be more credit to theire cause I grant 011:71,018[A ]| than twou'd to make another man a saint 011:71,019[A ]| but thou noe party ever willt adorne 011:71,020[A ]| to thy owne shame and natur's scandall borne 011:71,021[A ]| all a like thy ugly outward part 011:71,022[A ]| while none have right or title to thy heart, 011:71,023[A ]| resolv'd to stand and constant to the times 011:71,024[A ]| fix't to thy lewdness, settl'd in thy crimes 011:71,025[A ]| whilst Moses with the Israelits abode 011:71,026[A ]| thou seem'st content to worshipp Moses god 011:71,027[A ]| but since he went and since thy betters fell 011:71,028[A ]| thou found'st a goulden calfe would doe as well 011:71,029[A ]| and when another Moses shall arise 011:71,030[A ]| once more I know thou'lt rub and clear thy eyes 011:71,031[A ]| and turn to be true Israelite againe 011:71,032[A ]| for when the act is done and finish't cleane 011:71,033[A ]| what should the poet doe but shift the scene 011:74,000[' ]| <74> 011:74,000[' ]| <\To\ Alexis \in Answer to his Poem against Fruition.\> 011:74,000[' ]| 011:74,001[A ]| Ah hapless sex! who bear no charms, 011:74,002[A ]| But what like lightning flash and are no more, 011:74,003[A ]| False fires sent down for baneful harms, 011:74,004[A ]| Fires which the fleeting Lover feebly warms 011:74,005[A ]| And given like past eboches o're, 011:74,006[A ]| Like Songs that please, (tho^ bad,) when new, 011:74,007[A ]| But learn'd by heart neglected grew. 011:74,008[A ]| In vain did Heav'n adorn the shape and face 011:74,009[A ]| With Beautyes which by Angels forms it drew: 011:74,010[A ]| In vain the mind with brighter Glories Grace, 011:74,011[A ]| While all our joys are stinted to the space 011:74,012[A ]| Of one betraying enterview, 011:74,013[A ]| With one surrender to the eager will 011:74,014[A ]| We're short-live'd nothing, or a real ill. 011:74,015[A ]| Since Man with that inconstancy was born, 011:74,016[A ]| To love the absent, and the present scorn. 011:74,017[A ]| Why do we deck, why do we dress 011:74,018[A ]| For such a short-liv'd happiness? 011:74,019[A ]| Why do we put Attraction on, 011:74,020[A ]| Since either way tis we must be undon? 011:74,021[A ]| They fly if Honour take our part, 011:74,022[A ]| Our Virtue drives 'em o're the field. 011:74,023[A ]| We lose 'em by too much desert, 011:74,024[A ]| And Oh! they fly us if we yeild. 011:74,025[A ]| Ye Gods! is there no charm in all the fair 011:74,026[A ]| To fix this wild, this faithless, wanderer. 011:74,027[A ]| Man! our great business and our aim, 011:74,028[A ]| For whom we spread our fruitless snares, 011:74,029[A ]| No sooner kindles the designing flame, 011:74,030[A ]| But to the next bright object bears 011:74,031[A ]| The Trophies of his conquest and our shame: 011:74,032[A ]| Inconstancy's the good supream 011:74,033[A ]| The rest is airy Notion, empty Dream! 011:74,034[A ]| Then, heedless Nymph, be rul'd by me 011:74,035[A ]| If e're your Swain the bliss desire; 011:74,036[A ]| Think like \Alexis\ he may be 011:74,037[A ]| Whose wisht Possession damps his fire; 011:74,038[A ]| The roving youth in every shade 011:74,039[A ]| Has left some sighing and abandon'd Maid, 011:74,040[A ]| For tis a fatal lesson he has learn'd, 011:74,041[A ]| After fruition ne're to be concern'd. 011:75,000[' ]| <75> 011:75,000[' ]| <\To\ Alexis, \On his saying, I lov'd a Man that\> 011:75,000[' ]| <\talk'd much.\> 011:75,001[A ]| \Alexis\, since you'l have it so 011:75,002[A ]| I grant I am impertinent. 011:75,003[A ]| And till this moment did not know 011:75,004[A ]| Thro^ all my life what 'twas I ment; 011:75,005[A ]| Your kind opinion was th' unflattering Glass, 011:75,006[A ]| In which my mind found how deform'd it was. 011:75,007[A ]| In your clear sense which knows no art, 011:75,008[A ]| I saw the error of my Soul; 011:75,009[A ]| And all the feebless of my heart, 011:75,010[A ]| With one reflection you controul, 011:75,011[A ]| Kind as a God, and gently you chastise, 011:75,012[A ]| By what you hate, you teach me to be wise. 011:75,013[A ]| Impertinence, my sexes shame, 011:75,014[A ]| (Which has so long my life persu'd,) 011:75,015[A ]| You with such modesty reclaim 011:75,016[A ]| As all the Woman has subdu'd. 011:75,017[A ]| To so divine a power what must I owe, 011:75,018[A ]| That renders me so like the perfect ~~ you? 011:75,019[A ]| That conversable thing I hate 011:75,020[A ]| Already with a just disdain, 011:75,021[A ]| Who Prids himself upon his prate 011:75,022[A ]| And is of word, (that Nonsense,) vain; 011:75,023[A ]| When in your few appears such excellence, 011:75,024[A ]| They have reproacht, and charm'd me into sense. 011:75,025[A ]| For ever may I listning sit, 011:75,026[A ]| Tho^ but each hour a word be born: 011:75,027[A ]| I wou'd attend the coming wit, 011:75,028[A ]| And bless what can so well inform: 011:75,029[A ]| Let the dull World henceforth to words be damn'd, 011:75,030[A ]| I'm into nobler sense than talking sham'd. 011:78,000[' ]| <78> 011:78,000[' ]| <\To\ Amintas,> 011:78,000[' ]| <\Upon reading the Lives of some of the\ Romans.> 011:78,001[A ]| Had'st thou \Amintas\, liv'd in that great age, 011:78,002[A ]| When hardly Beauty was to nature known, 011:78,003[A ]| What numbers to thy side might'st thou engage 011:78,004[A ]| And conquer'd Kingdoms by thy looks alone? 011:78,005[A ]| That age when valor they did Beauty name, 011:78,006[A ]| When Men did justly our brave sex prefer, 011:78,007[A ]| Cause they durst dye, and scorn the publick shame 011:78,008[A ]| Of adding Glory to the conqueror. 011:78,009[A ]| Had mighty \Scipio\ had thy charming face, 011:78,010[A ]| Great \Sophonisbe\ had refus'd to dye, 011:78,011[A ]| Her passion o're the sense of her disgrace 011:78,012[A ]| Had gain'd the more obliging victory. 011:78,013[A ]| Nor less woul'd \Massanissa\ too have done, 011:78,014[A ]| But to such Eyes, as to his Sword wou'd bow, 011:78,015[A ]| For neither sex can here thy fetters shun, 011:78,016[A ]| Being all \Scipio\, and \Amintas\ too. 011:78,017[A ]| Had'st thou great \Ca*esar\ been, the greater Queen, 011:78,018[A ]| Wou'd trembling have her mortal Asps lay'd by, 011:78,019[A ]| In thee she had not only \Ca*esar\ seen, 011:78,020[A ]| But all she did adore in \Antony\. 011:78,021[A ]| Had daring \Sextus\ had thy lovely shape, 011:78,022[A ]| The fairest Woman living had not dy'd. 011:78,023[A ]| But blest the darkness that secur'd the Rape, 011:78,024[A ]| Suffering her Pleasure to have debauch't her Pride. 011:78,025[A ]| Nor had he stolne to \Rome\ to have quencht his fire, 011:78,026[A ]| If thee resistless in his Camp he'd seen, 011:78,027[A ]| Thy Eyes had kept his virtue all intire, 011:78,028[A ]| And \Rome\ a happy monarchy had been. 011:78,029[A ]| Had \Pompey\ lookt like thee, tho^ he had prov'd 011:78,030[A ]| The vanquisht, yet from \Egypts\ faithless King 011:78,031[A ]| He had receiv'd the vows of being belov'd, 011:78,032[A ]| In stead of Orders for his murdering. 011:78,033[A ]| But here, \Amintas\, thy misfortune lys, 011:78,034[A ]| Nor brave nor good are in our age esteem'd, 011:78,035[A ]| Content thee then with meaner victorys, 011:78,036[A ]| Unless that Glorious age cou'd be redeem'd. 011:81,000[' ]| <81> 011:81,000[' ]| <\On the Death of\ E Waller, Esq;> 011:81,001[A ]| How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring 011:81,002[A ]| (Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering? 011:81,003[A ]| I, who by Toils of Sickness, am become 011:81,004[A ]| Almost as near as thou art to a Tomb? 011:81,005[A ]| While every soft, and every tender Strain 011:81,006[A ]| Is ruffl'd, and ill-natur'd grown with Pain. 011:81,007[A ]| But, at thy Name, my languisht \Muse\ revives, 011:81,008[A ]| And a new \Spark\ in the dull \Ashes\ strives. 011:81,009[A ]| I hear thy tuneful \Verse\, thy \Song\ Divine; 011:81,010[A ]| And am Inspir'd by every charming Line. 011:81,011[A ]| But, Oh! ~~ 011:81,012[A ]| What Inspiration, at the second hand, 011:81,013[A ]| Can an \Immortal Elegie\ Command? 011:81,014[A ]| Unless, the \Pious Offerings\, mine should be 011:81,015[A ]| Made Sacred, being Consecrate to thee. 011:81,016[A ]| Eternal, as thy own Almighty Verse, 011:81,017[A ]| Should be those \Trophies\ that adorn thy \Hearse\. 011:81,018[A ]| The \Thought\ Illustrious, and the ....., and Strong; 011:81,020[A ]| Soft, as thy \Notes\ to \Sacharissa\ sung. 011:81,021[A ]| Whilst mine, like Transitory \Flowers, decay, 011:81,022[A ]| That come to \deck\ thy Tomb a short-liv'd Day. 011:81,023[A ]| Such \Tributes\ are, like \Tenures\, only fit 011:81,024[A ]| To shew from whom we hold our \Right\ to \Wit\. 011:81,025[A ]| Hail, wondrous \Bard\, whose Heav'n-born \Genius\ first 011:81,026[A ]| My Infant \Muse\, and Blooming \Fancy\ Nurst. 011:81,027[A ]| Why thy soft \Food\ of \Love\ I first began, 011:81,028[A ]| Then fed on nobler \Panegyrick\ Strain, 011:81,029[A ]| Numbers \Seraphic\! and, at every View, 011:81,030[A ]| My Soul extended, and much larger grew: 011:81,031[A ]| Where e're I \Read\, new \Raptures\ seiz'd my Blood; 011:81,032[A ]| Methought I heard the Language of a God. 011:81,033[A ]| Long did the untun'd World in Ign'rance stray, 011:81,034[A ]| Producing nothing that was Great and Gay, 011:81,035[A ]| Till taught, by thee, the true Poetick way. 011:81,036[A ]| Rough were the \Tracts\ before, Dull, and Obscure; 011:81,037[A ]| Nor Pleasure, nor Instruction could procure. 011:81,038[A ]| Their thoughtless Labour could no \Passion\ move; 011:81,039[A ]| Sure, in that \Age\, the Poets knew not \Love\: 011:81,040[A ]| That Charming \God\, like Apparitions, then 011:81,041[A ]| Was only talk'd on, but ne're seen by Men: 011:81,042[A ]| Darkness was o're the \Muses\ Land displaid, 011:81,043[A ]| And even the \Chosen Tribe\ unguided straid. 011:81,044[A ]| Till, by thee rescu'd from th' \Egyptian\ Night, 011:81,045[A ]| They now look up, and view the God of Light, 011:81,046[A ]| That taught them how to \Love\, and how to \Write\; 011:81,047[A ]| And to Enhance the Blessing which Heav'n lent, 011:81,048[A ]| When for our great \Instructor\ thou wert sent. 011:81,049[A ]| Large was thy Life, but yet thy Glories more; 011:81,050[A ]| And, like the \Sun\, did still dispense thy Power, 011:81,051[A ]| Producing somthing wondrous every hour: 011:81,052[A ]| And, in thy \Circulary Course\, didst see 011:81,053[A ]| The very \Life\ and \Death\ of \Poetry\. 011:81,054[A ]| Thou saw'st the \Generous Nine\ neglected lie, 011:81,055[A ]| None listning to their Heav'nly \Harmony\; 011:81,056[A ]| The World being grown to that low \Ebb\ of Sense, 011:81,057[A ]| To disesteem the noblest Excellence; 011:81,058[A ]| And no Encouragement to \Prophets\ shewn, 011:81,059[A ]| Who in past \Ages\ got so great Renown. 011:81,060[A ]| Though \Fortune\ Elevated thee above 011:81,061[A ]| Its \scanty Gratitude\, or \fickle Love\; 011:81,062[A ]| Yet, \fallen\ with the World, untir'd by Age, 011:81,063[A ]| Scorning th' unthinking \Crowd\, thou quit'st the \Stage\. 011:92,000[' ]| <92> 011:92,000[' ]| 011:92,000[' ]| <\that desir'd she would absent herself, to cure her Love.\> 011:92,000[' ]| <\Left unfinish'd.\> 011:92,001[A ]| In vain to Woods and Deserts I retire, 011:92,002[A ]| To shun the lovely Charmer I admire, 011:92,003[A ]| Where the soft Breezes do but fann my Fire! 011:92,004[A ]| In vain in Grotto's dark unseen I lie, 011:92,005[A ]| Love pierces where the Sun could never spy. 011:92,006[A ]| No place, no Art his \Godhead\ can exclude, 011:92,007[A ]| The \Dear\ Distemper reigns in Solitude: 011:92,008[A ]| Distance, alas, contributes to my Grief; 011:92,009[A ]| No more, of what fond Lovers call, Relief 011:92,010[A ]| Than to the wounded Hind does sudden Flight 011:92,011[A ]| From the chast Goddesses pursuing Sight: 011:92,012[A ]| When in the Heart the fatal Shaft remains, 011:92,013[A ]| And darts the Venom through our bleeding Veins. 011:92,014[A ]| If I resolve no longer to submit 011:92,015[A ]| My self a wretched Conquest to your Wit, 011:92,016[A ]| More swift than fleeting Shades, ten thousand Charms 011:92,017[A ]| From your bright Eyes that Rebel Thought disarms: 011:92,018[A ]| The more I strugl'd, to my Grief I found 011:92,019[A ]| My self in \Cupid's\ Chains more surely bound: 011:92,020[A ]| Like Birds in Nets, the more I strive, I find 011:92,021[A ]| My self the faster in the Snare confin'd. 011:96,000[' ]| <96> 011:96,000[' ]| 011:96,001[A ]| Injurious Pin, how durst thou steal so nigh? 011:96,002[A ]| To touch, nay worse, to hurt his precious Eye. 011:96,003[A ]| Base Instrument, so ill thou'st play'd thy part, 011:96,004[A ]| Wounding his Eye, thou'st wounded my poor Heat: 011:96,005[A ]| And for each pity'd Drop his Eye did shed, 011:96,006[A ]| My sympathizing Heart a thousand bled: 011:96,007[A ]| Too daring Pin, was there no Tincture good, 011:96,008[A ]| To bath thy Point, but my \Aminta's\ Blood? 011:96,009[A ]| Cou'd thy Ambition teach thee so to sin? 011:96,010[A ]| Was that a Place for thee to revel in. 011:96,011[A ]| 'Twas there thy Mistress had design'd to be, 011:96,012[A ]| And must she find a Rival too in thee? 011:96,013[A ]| Curs'd Fate! That I shou'd harbour thee so long, 011:96,014[A ]| And thou at last conspire to do me wrong, 011:96,015[A ]| Tho well I knew thy Nature to be rude, 011:96,016[A ]| And all thy Kin full of Ingratitude, 011:96,017[A ]| I little thought thou wouldst presume so far, 011:96,018[A ]| To aim thy Malice at so bright a Star. 011:96,019[A ]| Now all the Service thou canst render me 011:96,020[A ]| Will never recompense this Injury. 011:96,021[A ]| Well, get thee gone ~~ for thou shalt never more 011:96,022[A ]| Have Power to hurt what I so much adore. 011:96,023[A ]| Hence from my Sight, and mayst thou ever lie, 011:96,024[A ]| A crooked Object to each scornful Eye. 011:99,000[' ]| <99> 011:99,000[' ]| <\A Letter to the Earl*of*\Kildare,> 011:99,000[' ]| <\disswading him from marrying\> 011:99,000[' ]| 011:99,000[' ]| \MY LORD\, 011:99,001[A ]| We pity such as are by Tempest lost, 011:99,002[A ]| And those by Fortune's blind Disposal crost; 011:99,003[A ]| But when Men see, and may the Danger shun, 011:99,004[A ]| Yet headlong into certain Ruin run: 011:99,005[A ]| To pity such, must needs be Ridicule; 011:99,006[A ]| Do not (my Lord) be that unpity'd Fool. 011:99,007[A ]| There's a Report, which round the Town is spread, 011:99,008[A ]| The fam'd \MOLL*HOWARD\ you intend to Wed; 011:99,009[A ]| If it be true, my Lord, then guard your Head: 011:99,010[A ]| Horns, Horns, by wholesale, will adorn your Brows, 011:99,011[A ]| If e'r you make that rampant Whore your Spouse. 011:99,012[A ]| Think on the lewd Debauches of her Life; 011:99,013[A ]| Then tell me, if she's fit to be your Wife. 011:99,014[A ]| She that, to quench her lustful, hot Desire, 011:99,015[A ]| Has kiss'd with Dukes, Lords, Knights, and Country Squire; 011:99,016[A ]| Nay, Grooms and Footmen have been claw'd off by her. 011:99,017[A ]| Whoring has all her Life-time been her Trade, 011:99,018[A ]| And \D***set\ says, she is an exc'lent Baud: 011:99,019[A ]| But finding both will not defray Expence, 011:99,020[A ]| She lately is become an \Evidence\; 011:99,021[A ]| Swears against all that won't her Lust supply, 011:99,022[A ]| And says, they're false as Hell to Monarchy. 011:99,023[A ]| You had a Wife; but, rest her Soul, she's dead, 011:99,024[A ]| By whom your Lordship by the Nose was led: 011:99,025[A ]| And will you run into that Noose agen, 011:99,026[A ]| To be the greatest Monster among Men? 011:99,027[A ]| Think on the Horns that will adorn your Head, 011:99,028[A ]| And the Diseases that will fill your Bed: 011:99,029[A ]| Pox upon Pox, most horrid and most dire! 011:99,030[A ]| And Ulcers fill'd with Hell's Eternal Fire. 011:99,031[A ]| Forbear therefore, and call your Senses home; 011:99,032[A ]| Let Reason Love's blind Passion overcome: 011:99,033[A ]| For, if you make this base Report once true, 011:99,034[A ]| You'l wound your Honour, Purse, and Body too.