311:001,000[' ]| 311:001,000[' ]| 311:001,000[' ]| 311:001,001[A ]| Traverse this Busy Ball of Earth around, 311:001,002[A ]| How few of Human-kind will there be found, 311:001,003[A ]| Whose Judgment from the Mist of Error free, 311:001,004[A ]| The difference between Good and Ill can see? 311:002,005[A ]| For what with reason have we cause to dread, 311:002,006[A ]| Or on just grounds what's to be coveted? 311:002,007[A ]| What wise contrivance can be laid so fine, 311:002,008[A ]| But that you may repent of your design? 311:002,009[A ]| And the enjoyment of your eager wish 311:002,010[A ]| Its self shall prove the Murder of your Bliss? <10> 311:002,011[A ]| Whole Families have their Destruction had, 311:002,012[A ]| By Heaven indulging to the Prayers they made. 311:002,013[A ]| Perils proceed not from the Sword alone, 311:002,014[A ]| As fatal Dangers do attend the Gown; 311:002,015[A ]| And many a Man his Death has fondly met, 311:002,016[A ]| By's florid Tongue and overflowing Wit; 311:002,017[A ]| He, too, who made a God of his strong Arms 311:002,018[A ]| Trusting to them, from them he felt his harms. 311:002,019[A ]| But Avarice has ruin'd many more, 311:002,020[A ]| By heaping up, till they encrease their store <20> 311:002,021[A ]| Beyond their Neighbours Subsidies, as far 311:002,022[A ]| As British Whales bigger than Dolphins are. 311:002,023[A ]| In Nero's days of Blood and Violence, 311:002,024[A ]| Being rich was held a Capital Offence: 311:002,025[A ]| That brought Longinus miserable Doom, 311:002,026[A ]| Not hanging Cassius's Picture in a room: 311:002,027[A ]| Old Seneca's fine Gardens made him bleed, 311:002,028[A ]| And being wealthier than a Subject need: 311:002,029[A ]| To Lateranus was allow'd no proof 311:002,030[A ]| Of Guilt, but seiz'd he was, and strait cut off. <30> 311:002,031[A ]| The plundering Souldier very rarely comes 311:002,032[A ]| Into poor Cottages, or empty Rooms. 311:002,033[A ]| If you've a little Treasure to convey, 311:002,034[A ]| How sneakingly by night you steal away! 311:003,035[A ]| And fancy every stubbed Bush you see 311:003,036[A ]| To be an armed Man to murder thee; 311:003,037[A ]| Thou tremblest at the shadow of a leaf, 311:003,038[A ]| While the poor Trav'ler sings before the Thief. 311:003,039[A ]| Yet these are the chief wishes of mankind, 311:003,040[A ]| Which ev'n in Temples his Devotions blind, <40> 311:003,041[A ]| Still asking for more Wealth; for every one 311:003,042[A ]| Desires to be the richest in the Town. 311:003,043[A ]| But none drinks Poison out of Earthen Ware; 311:003,044[A ]| When the Crown'd Goblet's at thy Lips, then fear, 311:003,045[A ]| And of Wine, sparkling in Gold Cups, beware. 311:003,046[A ]| Now therefore can you give applause to that 311:003,047[A ]| Which a wise man laugh'd in derision at, 311:003,048[A ]| At which another Man, as wise as he, 311:003,049[A ]| Wept, when he put his Head abroad to see 311:003,050[A ]| The Follies of the Sons of misery. <50> 311:003,051[A ]| You'l say 'tis easie for a man to laugh, 311:003,052[A ]| But to weep always is more strange by half. 311:003,053[A ]| Democritus perpetual Laughter made 311:003,054[A ]| At Foolries in the Towns where he was bred, 311:003,055[A ]| Yet he saw no such Robes and Rods at home, 311:003,056[A ]| Nor other trinkets, as there are at Rome. 311:003,057[A ]| What if he had seen a new chose Magistrate 311:003,058[A ]| One of our chiefest Ministers of State, 311:003,059[A ]| In his Guilt Chariot, and Embroider'd Vest, 311:003,060[A ]| A Pageant for the gaping Rabble drest? <60> 311:003,061[A ]| Thus mounted in the middle of the dirt, 311:003,062[A ]| Staring about him to behold the sport, 311:003,063[A ]| With a large Trailing Purple colour'd Gown, 311:003,064[A ]| Which hangs from his much Honour'd shoulders down, 311:004,065[A ]| A Crown so heavy as no head can wear, 311:004,066[A ]| A sweaty fellow do's behind him bear, 311:004,067[A ]| Who, lest the Consul's Thoughts should swell too high, 311:004,068[A ]| In the same Chariot with him rides, to cry, 311:004,069[A ]| My Lord, remember your Mortality. 311:004,070[A ]| Look next upon an Ivory Scepters Top, <70> 311:004,071[A ]| How the Spread-Eagle there is mounted up: 311:004,072[A ]| See here a Troop of horn-pipes toot along, 311:004,073[A ]| Before him Friends, & humble Servants throng 311:004,074[A ]| About his Chariot sides, clad all in White; 311:004,075[A ]| March Loving Friends, such as get mony by't. 311:004,076[A ]| In's own dull Clymate fam'd Democritus, 311:004,077[A ]| Derided things much less ridiculous: 311:004,078[A ]| Yet proper Objects of a Wise man's scorn, 311:004,079[A ]| Whose Prudence shews us that there may be born 311:004,080[A ]| Men of great Sense and exemplary Worth, <80> 311:004,081[A ]| In the worst Clymes and Countries upon Earth. 311:004,082[A ]| He laugh't at Mortal Man's fantastick Cares, 311:004,083[A ]| His vain rejoycings and his fruitless Tears: 311:004,084[A ]| When angry Fortune frown'd, it made him mock, 311:004,085[A ]| And point more at her for a laughing-stock. 311:004,086[A ]| While prayers which to those Idol Gods are sent, 311:004,087[A ]| Prove hurtful, or at best impertinent. 311:004,088[A ]| Ev'n Power it self (which one would think should be 311:004,089[A ]| The most invincible security,) 311:004,090[A ]| When undermin'd by Envy headlong throws, <90> 311:004,091[A ]| To ruin the great Man, and all his house: 311:005,092[A ]| Honours and Ancestors are vilify'd, 311:005,093[A ]| And every Action of Renown, bely'd, 311:005,094[A ]| The Rabble pulls, and down his Statues go, 311:005,095[A ]| Their Axes cut his Chariot Wheels in two; 311:005,096[A ]| His harmless Horses Legs are broke, and now 311:005,097[A ]| The great Sejanus in the Furnace ly's, 311:005,098[A ]| How the Fire crackles, and his Image Frys. 311:005,099[A ]| Behold that Noble Head, so late ador'd, 311:005,100[A ]| Of all the Universe the second Lord, <100> 311:005,101[A ]| New run, do's but brass Pots and Pans produce, 311:005,102[A ]| And other Utensils of meanest use. 311:005,103[A ]| But get your wreaths of Laurel ready made, 311:005,104[A ]| To th' Capitol a large White Heifer's led, 311:005,105[A ]| There to be offer'd up a Sacrifice 311:005,106[A ]| To Jupiter for these Discoveries. 311:005,107[A ]| See, see, the Great Sejanus drag'd, aloud 311:005,108[A ]| He's mock'd and lur'd at by the giddy Crowd: 311:005,109[A ]| Crys one, what ugly pouting Lips he has! 311:005,110[A ]| Who would not swear that was a Traytor's Face! <110> 311:005,111[A ]| Believe me, I nere lik't the Man, not I, 311:005,112[A ]| But what's the Crime for which he is to dy? 311:005,113[A ]| Who's the Informer? what's the Evidence 311:005,114[A ]| That's brought against him? None (without offence) 311:005,115[A ]| Only from Capreae a long Letter came, 311:005,116[A ]| Writ to the Senate in Tiberius Name. 311:005,117[A ]| O very well, I ask no more: but pray, 311:005,118[A ]| At these proceedings what do th' People say? 311:005,119[A ]| They help them forward, as they'r wont to do, 311:005,120[A ]| Whom fortune favours, is they'r Favourite too. <120> 311:006,121[A ]| A Man Condemn'd they damn without remorse: 311:006,122[A ]| Had Fortune on a suddain chang'd her course, 311:006,123[A ]| And put Tiberius in Sejanus power, 311:006,124[A ]| This very People in this very hour, 311:006,125[A ]| Had call'd him Traytor, this Man Emperour. 311:006,126[A ]| The Romans lost the profits of their voice, 311:006,127[A ]| E'er since they lost they'r priviledge, in choice 311:006,128[A ]| Of all the greatest Officers of State, 311:006,129[A ]| Nor are they very much concern'd thereat; 311:006,130[A ]| Only Sollicitous, to have the Court, <130> 311:006,131[A ]| Give them they'r Belly fulls, and find 'em sport. 311:006,132[A ]| Yet shall you hear one whispering of the Plot, 311:006,133[A ]| No doubt there's many more to go to Pot: 311:006,134[A ]| The preparations are for Slaughter great, 311:006,135[A ]| I but e'en now at Mars's Altar met 311:006,136[A ]| My Friend Brutidius looking gashly pale, 311:006,137[A ]| Which made me fear things did not go so well: 311:006,138[A ]| Heaven grant our Ajax in his fury knows 311:006,139[A ]| Caesar's loyal Subjects from his Foes; 311:006,140[A ]| Then headlong let us run where it does lie, <140> 311:006,141[A ]| And kick the Traytors Corpse with Infamy: 311:006,142[A ]| But let our Servants see us pay th' abuse, 311:006,143[A ]| Least they to save themselves should us accuse. 311:006,144[A ]| Thus go's the talk about Sejanus Fate, 311:006,145[A ]| And privately they murmur at this rate. 311:006,146[A ]| Now who would be Sejanus, tho' he were, 311:006,147[A ]| In all his past Prosperities to share? 311:006,148[A ]| Make Officers, as he was wont to do, 311:006,149[A ]| Both in City and the Army too; 311:006,150[A ]| Be call'd his Princes Tutor, (who ne're stirs, <150> 311:006,151[A ]| The while from his belov'd Astrologers:) 311:007,152[A ]| Would'st be Commander of the Foot and Horse, 311:007,153[A ]| The Generalissimo of Caesar's Force? 311:007,154[A ]| I'll not deny, but 'tis to be desir'd, 311:007,155[A ]| When it may innocently be acquir'd; 311:007,156[A ]| For he whose honest Conscience scruples Ill, 311:007,157[A ]| Can yet dispense with having power to kill: 311:007,158[A ]| But in the greatest Power a Man enjoys, 311:007,159[A ]| Will all the Good the Evil Counterpoise? 311:007,160[A ]| Who'd put the Purple Robes of Grandeur on <160> 311:007,161[A ]| To be like him, to Ruin tumbled down? 311:007,162[A ]| Is it not better far to be content, 311:007,163[A ]| With a small Corporations Government? 311:007,164[A ]| To be poor Aedile of Ulubrae there 311:007,165[A ]| To break false Measures, and false Weights repair? 311:007,166[A ]| This of Sejanus then you must confess, 311:007,167[A ]| He never understood true Happiness: 311:007,168[A ]| Who too much Honour, too much Riches sought, 311:007,169[A ]| Till by those guilded baits of Fortune caught, 311:007,170[A ]| Was mounted to her highest Pinnacle, <170> 311:007,171[A ]| From whence he had the much more dreadful fall. 311:007,172[A ]| What Murder'd Crassus? what lost Pompey's breath? 311:007,173[A ]| What wrought the Great Dictator's bloody death? 311:007,174[A ]| But wild Ambition to become Supreme, 311:007,175[A ]| And what they coveted Heaven granting them: 311:007,176[A ]| For few Crown'd Heads go to the Grave in peace, 311:007,177[A ]| And Tyrants seldom dye of a Disease. 311:007,178[A ]| Demosthenes and Tully's Eloquence, 311:007,179[A ]| Are justly prais'd for Wit and mighty Sense; 311:008,180[A ]| On which School-boys at breaking up declaim, <180> 311:008,181[A ]| And pray Minerva to give them the same: 311:008,182[A ]| To imitate them every Block-head strives, 311:008,183[A ]| And yet their Rhetorick cost them both their lives. 311:008,184[A ]| Tully's sharp Wit edg'd with a bitter scoff, 311:008,185[A ]| His Hands, and his grey aged Head cut off: 311:008,186[A ]| While the small practiser his Throat may tear 311:008,187[A ]| With bawling, e're his Blood shall stain the Bar. 311:008,188[A ]| What happiness did happen unto thee, 311:008,189[A ]| O Rome, when thou didst me thy Consul see! 311:008,190[A ]| This was such very harmless Poetry. <190> 311:008,191[A ]| Antony's Cut-throats he could never fear, 311:008,192[A ]| If all he spoke had been no more severe. 311:008,193[A ]| Let me compose the Dogrel Testrastiche 311:008,194[A ]| Rather than thy Divine Philippic speech. 311:008,195[A ]| Nor had Demosthenes a better Fate, 311:008,196[A ]| Whose Golden Tongue rul'd the Athenian State. 311:008,197[A ]| Got in a froward minute, and brought forth 311:008,198[A ]| Under malignant Aspects at his Birth, 311:008,199[A ]| The blear-ey'd Father, Blacksmith by his Trade, 311:008,200[A ]| Will have his Son to be a Scholar bred, <200> 311:008,201[A ]| Who from the sooty Forge and Anvil sent, 311:008,202[A ]| To School, unluckily grew Eloquent. 311:008,203[A ]| In Triumph see, the Man of Steel return 311:008,204[A ]| With spoils of War, and ragged Trophy's born, 311:008,205[A ]| His Armor batter'd, and his Helmet torn; 311:008,206[A ]| The Pole and Carriage of his Chariot broke, 311:008,207[A ]| With Streamers from a Conquer'd Galley took. 311:008,208[A ]| On high a Captive rides with a sad look. 311:008,209[A ]| This more than any human Blessing is 311:008,210[A ]| The Soldier cries; and troth, for only this <210> 311:009,211[A ]| The Roman, Greek, and every Pagan chief 311:009,212[A ]| Gets Wounds, and hazzards, loss of Blood, and Life. 311:009,213[A ]| Men all this pains for Fame, not Vertue take; 311:009,214[A ]| What Man acts vertuously for Vertue's sake? 311:009,215[A ]| Thus glorious Titles are acquir'd by some, 311:009,216[A ]| Who on they'r Countries ruin build they'r Tomb, 311:009,217[A ]| Which springing Shrubs, at length shall make decay, 311:009,218[A ]| Or Time, who moulders Monuments away. 311:009,219[A ]| Put all that's left of mighty Hannibal, 311:009,220[A ]| And try how many pounds he weighs i'th Scale. <220> 311:009,221[A ]| Strange! who would think that this should be the Man, 311:009,222[A ]| Whom Living, not all Africk could contain, 311:009,223[A ]| From the Atlantick to the fruitful Nile, 311:009,224[A ]| But for more Empire he must Sweat and Toyl. 311:009,225[A ]| To joyn Spain to his Race of Aethiops, 311:009,226[A ]| He marches o're the Pyrean Mountains Tops; 311:009,227[A ]| From thence in Italy, to levy War, 311:009,228[A ]| He eats his way thro Rocks, with Vinegar: 311:009,229[A ]| Italy got he's still dissatisfy'd, 311:009,230[A ]| Nothing's yet done, this Braggadocio cry'd, <230> 311:009,231[A ]| Until I break they'r City Gates, and come 311:009,232[A ]| To pitch my Standard in the heart of Rome. 311:009,233[A ]| What a fine figure 'twould in Picture make 311:009,234[A ]| This one eye'd Spark, upon an Elephant's back? 311:009,235[A ]| Vain fading glory! what's thy end? at last, 311:009,236[A ]| This Man or'ecome to Exile fled as fast, 311:009,237[A ]| Who inth' Bithynian Court his distance keeps, 311:009,238[A ]| And waits Attendance while that Monarch sleeps; 311:010,239[A ]| Nor Swords, nor Rocks, nor Darts, could end this Life, 311:010,240[A ]| Which in the World wrought so much bloody strife; <240> 311:010,241[A ]| But in a Ring a little Poison hid, 311:010,242[A ]| Was the Avenger for the Blood he shed. 311:010,243[A ]| Go, Mad-man, climb the dreadful Alps, that Boys 311:010,244[A ]| In Declamations may Tone forth thy Praise. 311:010,245[A ]| The great Pellaean Youth complains, and cries, 311:010,246[A ]| One World's too narrow for my Victories; 311:010,247[A ]| This Earth wantss elbow-room, as if the while, 311:010,248[A ]| H'had been Coop't up in Rocky Gyarus Isle: 311:010,249[A ]| Yet having enter'd Babylon, we see, 311:010,250[A ]| A Coffin held him wondrous quietly. <250> 311:010,251[A ]| Death shews what Human Composition is 311:010,252[A ]| He's the Plain-dealer with our Carkasses. 311:010,253[A ]| In Ancient Times it was believ'd to be, 311:010,254[A ]| About Mount Athos Navigable Sea, 311:010,255[A ]| That Xerxes Fleet lay there, (tho' the Greeks lye 311:010,256[A ]| Most damnably in writing History.) 311:010,257[A ]| When cross those Streights he made a Bridg of Boats, 311:010,258[A ]| And rattl'd o're it with his Chariots; 311:010,259[A ]| That after dinner for a large Grace-Cup, 311:010,260[A ]| His Army drank whole running Rivers up: <260> 311:010,261[A ]| So sung by Sostratus, that soaking Sot; 311:010,262[A ]| But when away from Salamis he got, 311:010,263[A ]| How then return'd he back after his loss? 311:010,264[A ]| Who whip'd the very Winds for being cross, 311:010,265[A ]| Never so firk't before by Aeolus, 311:010,266[A ]| By whose command Fetters were thrown i'th Sea, 311:010,267[A ]| To bind her that she might not disobey, 311:011,268[A ]| And kind he thought it, not to burn the Waves, 311:011,269[A ]| (Gods only can be fir for Xerxes Slaves.) 311:011,270[A ]| But how return'd he back? This blustering Huff, <270> 311:011,271[A ]| In a small Fisher-boat went sneaking off, 311:011,272[A ]| Which every floating Carkass turn'd aside; 311:011,273[A ]| The Fool for fear of Drowning terrify'd, 311:011,274[A ]| And plagu'd for his incorrigible Pride. 311:011,275[A ]| Such are the Punishments and Sufferings, 311:011,276[A ]| Which the immoderate Lust of Glory brings. 311:011,277[A ]| Then for long Life, Jove grant me length of Days, 311:011,278[A ]| So the Young, Healthful, Old, and sickly prays; 311:011,279[A ]| But whats Old Age? continued Miseries, 311:011,280[A ]| An ill stuff'd Bundle of Infirmities; <280> 311:011,281[A ]| Deformity encroaching on the Face; 311:011,282[A ]| And it grows nothing like to what it was; 311:011,283[A ]| It wears a writhled and discouler'd skin, 311:011,284[A ]| Has flabby Cheeks sunk with deep furrows in, 311:011,285[A ]| Meagre and wrinkled, nor in hiew nor shape 311:011,286[A ]| Unlike the crumpl'd Visage of an Ape. 311:011,287[A ]| Young Men may be distinguish'd several ways, 311:011,288[A ]| One has a petty smirk about the Face, 311:011,289[A ]| Another Limbs, and good broad Shoulders has. 311:011,290[A ]| Old Men are all alike, their Members shake <290> 311:011,291[A ]| With Palsy, and they quaver when they speak. 311:011,292[A ]| Their Crowns are bald, their Noses snotty be, 311:011,293[A ]| Just as they were, in driveling Infancy: 311:011,294[A ]| Their Meat for want of Teeth they cannot chew, 311:011,295[A ]| Helpless and very troublesome they grow, 311:011,296[A ]| To their Wives, Children and themselves, nor less 311:011,297[A ]| Do their own Syc'phants loath their Nastiness. 311:012,298[A ]| The Old Mans relish of his Palate's lost; 311:012,299[A ]| Neither good Wine, nor Sawces, can he tast; 311:012,300[A ]| The pleasure when he knew a Woman last <300> 311:012,301[A ]| Is quite forgot; nay, tho with Art all Night, 311:012,302[A ]| She tries to set his wither'd Tool upright, 311:012,303[A ]| Tis past all hopes of knowing more delight. 311:012,304[A ]| By Nature jilted, the attempt's given o're; 311:012,305[A ]| And thus the feeble Lecher jilts the Whore. 311:012,306[A ]| Examine now another Sense decay'd, 311:012,307[A ]| Grown deaf, no Musick makes his hearing glad: 311:012,308[A ]| He's not affected with the warbling Note, 311:012,309[A ]| Of the fam'd Songster Clad in gaudy Coat, 311:012,310[A ]| Not tho't comes from Seleucus warbling Throat. <310> 311:012,311[A ]| Sets him down in the Play-house any where, 311:012,312[A ]| Haut-Boys, or Trumpets he can scarcely hear; 311:012,313[A ]| And's Boy must hollow to acquaint him who 311:012,314[A ]| 'Twas enter'd last, or how the Time do's go. 311:012,315[A ]| Then in his Veins some Blood do's slowly creep, 311:012,316[A ]| Which gentle Feavers just from freezing keep; 311:012,317[A ]| Diseases are so numerous throughout 311:012,318[A ]| His Body, that 'tis easier to compute, 311:012,319[A ]| What numbers have giv'n Hippia's Lust relief, 311:012,320[A ]| How many Patients in one fall o'th Leaf <320> 311:012,321[A ]| Were kill'd by Doctor Themison, or count what 311:012,322[A ]| Basil the Praefect by his Cheating got: 311:012,323[A ]| How many Orphans Irus has undone, 311:012,324[A ]| How many lusty Rogues 'twixt Sun and Sun, 311:012,325[A ]| Maura that Whore infallibly enjoys, 311:012,326[A ]| Or that lewd Paedagogue Amillus Boys. 311:013,327[A ]| 'Tis easier reckon'd (tho' 'twould put me to't) 311:013,328[A ]| What Farms my Barber, that rich Knave, has bought. 311:013,329[A ]| One old Man cry's, my Shoulder's full of pains, 311:013,330[A ]| This of his Legs, that of his Hips complains. <330> 311:013,331[A ]| Stark blind with Age, another envies him, 311:013,332[A ]| Who yet has sight left, tho't be ne're so dim: 311:013,333[A ]| Unable this to lift his own to's Head, 311:013,334[A ]| By others Hands at his pale Lips is fed, 311:013,335[A ]| At sight of which he opens wide his Chops, 311:013,336[A ]| And yawns, just as the young starv'd Swallow gapes, 311:013,337[A ]| When with full Mouth the fasting Mother flies 311:013,338[A ]| To give that food, which she to' her self denies. 311:013,339[A ]| But tho the loss of Limbs be grievous, yet 311:013,340[A ]| Worse is his loss of Sense, who can forget <340> 311:013,341[A ]| His Servants names, or know his Friend no more, 311:013,342[A ]| Altho' he sup't with him the Night before: 311:013,343[A ]| Whose Lawful Children so forgotten are, 311:013,344[A ]| A wheedling Whore gets to be made his Heir; 311:013,345[A ]| Who artifice in wanton Kisses shews, 311:013,346[A ]| And all her little Tricks of Lechery do's, 311:013,347[A ]| As had long since been taught her in the Stews. 311:013,348[A ]| But if his Senses strong and vig'rous are, 311:013,349[A ]| They so much greater grief Administer: 311:013,350[A ]| Brethren and Sisters he sees laid i'th Grave, <350> 311:013,351[A ]| His Children's ashes they'r Interment have, 311:013,352[A ]| The funeral Pyre prepar'd for his Lov'd Wife; 311:013,353[A ]| These are th' Afflictions of too long a Life. 311:014,354[A ]| For loss of Friends he constant Mourning wears, 311:014,355[A ]| And all the Calamities of his House he bears, 311:014,356[A ]| Till he grows Old in Sorrows, as in Years. 311:014,357[A ]| King Nestor (if we may give credit to 311:014,358[A ]| Great Homer) Liv'd the longest next a Crow: 311:014,359[A ]| Happy no doubt whom Death so long delays, 311:014,360[A ]| He with his Right hand fingers counts his days, <360> 311:014,361[A ]| Who drank new Wine so oft: But lets forbear 311:014,362[A ]| A while to judge him so, and himself hear, 311:014,363[A ]| Complaining of the rigid Laws of Fate, 311:014,364[A ]| To spin his Thread of Life to such a Date: 311:014,365[A ]| He saw his Son Antilochus expire, 311:014,366[A ]| And his long Beard flame in the Funeral Fire. 311:014,367[A ]| The wretched Nestor, cries to every one, 311:014,368[A ]| What have I done, that I should live so long? 311:014,369[A ]| Old Peleus mourns his Son Achilles slain; 311:014,370[A ]| And when Ulysses wandred on the Main, <370> 311:014,371[A ]| His Old Sire too, (believing him his Son, 311:014,372[A ]| The Cuckold griev'd as if he'd been his own.) 311:014,373[A ]| Had Pryam dy'd while Troy was flourishing, 311:014,374[A ]| H'had slept with his Forefathers like a King; 311:014,375[A ]| Hector and Brothers (while his Subjects mourn) 311:014,376[A ]| The Royal Corpse had on their Shoulders born; 311:014,377[A ]| Cassandra had accompany'd his Herse, 311:014,378[A ]| With beautiful Polixena in Tears: 311:014,379[A ]| Thus 'twould have been, if he had dy'd before 311:014,380[A ]| Lewd Paris put so sea to fetch a Whore. <380> 311:014,381[A ]| What pleasure could long Life to him afford, 311:014,382[A ]| Who saw his Country wast by Fire and Sword? 311:015,383[A ]| Compell'd in his Old Age to take up Arms, 311:015,384[A ]| When at Joves Altar (following the Alarms,) 311:015,385[A ]| As he was fighting in his Sons defence, 311:015,386[A ]| A Sturdy Captain kills the trembling Prince: 311:015,387[A ]| So falls the Aged Ox, his labour done, 311:015,388[A ]| A Sacrifice to the ungrateful Clown. 311:015,389[A ]| How ere he dy'd a Man; but Hecuba 311:015,390[A ]| Surviv'd, Transform'd to, a Bitch (as Stories say) <390> 311:015,391[A ]| And bark't the remnant of her life away. 311:015,392[A ]| But to bring instances at home, I pass 311:015,393[A ]| King Mithridates, and rich Croesus case, 311:015,394[A ]| Whom the wise solon justly did forbid, 311:015,395[A ]| To reckon himself happy e're he dy'd. 311:015,396[A ]| Old Marius overcome, to Boggs he fled, 311:015,397[A ]| Thence taken, was in a dark Dungeon laid, 311:015,398[A ]| And afterwards near Carthage beg'd his Bread. 311:015,399[A ]| Not Rome a happier Man had ever known, 311:015,400[A ]| Nor Nature on the Earth his equal shown, <400> 311:015,401[A ]| If when his crowd of Captives, Pomp of War 311:015,402[A ]| The Grandeur of his Triumph did declare, 311:015,403[A ]| Lighting from's Chariot in that Glorious Day 311:015,404[A ]| Then Marius Noble Soul had fled away. 311:015,405[A ]| Pompey a Feaver at Campania had, 311:015,406[A ]| For whose recov'ry publick Prayers were made; 311:015,407[A ]| He was restor'd to Health, and liv'd to have, 311:015,408[A ]| His Head cut off by an Egyptian slave; 311:015,409[A ]| A sort of Death the Traytor Lentulus 311:015,410[A ]| Ne're knew, nor did Cethegus suffer thus: <410> 311:015,411[A ]| Ev'n Catiline the Chief of them, was slayn 311:015,412[A ]| Fairly in Battle, fighting like a Man. 311:016,413[A ]| In Venus Temple the fond Mother prays, 311:016,414[A ]| With an indifferent Zeal, for handsom Boys; 311:016,415[A ]| But her Zeal's doubled in an eager Prayer, 311:016,416[A ]| That all her Girls may be divinely Fair: 311:016,417[A ]| And can you censure me for this, she says? 311:016,418[A ]| Happy Latona to rejoyce had cause, 311:016,419[A ]| In such a Daughter as Diana was. 311:016,420[A ]| True, but fair Lucrece destiny do's forbid, <420> 311:016,421[A ]| Her wretched Beauty's to be coveted: 311:016,422[A ]| And would not delicate Virginia, 311:016,423[A ]| To have chang'd Fates, chang'd shapes with Rutila? 311:016,424[A ]| The Beauteous Son creates continual care 311:016,425[A ]| To, its fearful Parents, who well know 'tis rare 311:016,426[A ]| When Modesty and Beauty coupl'd are. 311:016,427[A ]| Nay, tho' good Rules and Abstinence preserve 311:016,428[A ]| Him chast, as the old Sabines tho' to starve; 311:016,429[A ]| All Lustful inclinations, Nature shou'd 311:016,430[A ]| Assist to temper, and make cool the Blood; <430> 311:016,431[A ]| (For frigid Nature better can keep in 311:016,432[A ]| Ill Motions, than the strictest Discipline.) 311:016,433[A ]| Yet e're this Lovely Youth's a Man become, 311:016,434[A ]| By some profuse rich Lecher a large Summ 311:016,435[A ]| Is to his Parents proffer'd for the Boy: 311:016,436[A ]| Thus powerful Bribes weak Honesty destroy. 311:016,437[A ]| No Tyrants, when they Eunuchs make, will seize 311:016,438[A ]| On any Youth with gross Deformities: 311:016,439[A ]| Nero no Clubfoot will a Pathick make, 311:016,440[A ]| Nor one with swellings in Throat, Breast, or Back. <440> 311:017,441[A ]| Go then, and of thy Sons fam'd Beauties boast, 311:017,442[A ]| Which still to greater dangers are expos'd. 311:017,443[A ]| If he 'scapes Gelding, then 'tis ten to one, 311:017,444[A ]| But he's the greatest Whoremaster in Town, 311:017,445[A ]| And runs the risque t'encounter whatso'ere 311:017,446[A ]| The most exasperated Cuckolds dare: 311:017,447[A ]| Nor can he hope to be so Fortunate, 311:017,448[A ]| As never to be caught in Mars's Net, 311:017,449[A ]| Where he severer Punishments shall meet, 311:017,450[A ]| Than any Law do's for his Crime inflict <450> 311:017,451[A ]| By Stab, some have to sudden Death been sent, 311:017,452[A ]| Others with Bloody Stripes been Cut, some Rent 311:017,453[A ]| By a Mullet thrust up thro' their Fundament. 311:017,454[A ]| But thy Endymion say, doth only ly 311:017,455[A ]| With her he loves; the restless Lechery 311:017,456[A ]| Of her he Loaths, tempts him with Gold to do't, 311:017,457[A ]| Can he refuse when she to bribe him to't, 311:017,458[A ]| Has pawn'd her rich Embroider'd Petty-coat? 311:017,459[A ]| She will no Methods to her self deny, 311:017,460[A ]| Who has her rageing Lust to gratifie; <460> 311:017,461[A ]| Whether she be profuse or Covetous 311:017,462[A ]| T' attain her ends she can her Humour cross. 311:017,463[A ]| But to the chast what hurt has Beauty done? 311:017,464[A ]| Witness Hippolitus and Bellerophon, 311:017,465[A ]| Who Stenobaea was tormented with, 311:017,466[A ]| And Phaedra's passion caus'd the others Death. 311:017,467[A ]| A Womans Wrath implacable do's prove, 311:017,468[A ]| When shame Spurs on Revenge for slighted Love. 311:017,469[A ]| What's to be chose in such a desperate case 311:017,470[A ]| As his, the fairest Youth of Noble Race? <470> 311:017,471[A ]| Compell'd to be a wretched Sacrifice, 311:017,472[A ]| For being lovely in the Empress Eyes. 311:017,473[A ]| See Messalina, (Caesar gone aside) 311:017,474[A ]| Set forth with all th' Adornments of a Bride; 311:017,475[A ]| Her Bride Beds in a flowry Garden made, 311:017,476[A ]| The accustom'd Portion is told out and paid, 311:017,477[A ]| The Publick Notary and Diviner's there 311:017,478[A ]| With all sufficient Witness to declare 311:017,479[A ]| The Marriage wondrous Lawful on her part: 311:017,480[A ]| How beats the Pulse of the poor Bridegrooms heart? <480> 311:018,481[A ]| He knows 'tis present death if he deny, 311:018,482[A ]| And gains but little Time if he comply: 311:018,483[A ]| While Rumour of the Crime, is spread about, 311:018,484[A ]| The Town, and Caesar (tho' the last) must know't. 311:018,485[A ]| In the mean time thy Life is short and sweet, 311:018,486[A ]| Enjoy Brave Wretch the best thou canst of it: 311:018,487[A ]| Hard Fate affords no better choice to make, 311:018,488[A ]| Both alike fatal to thy fine white Neck. 311:018,489[A ]| Must Man then pray for nothing at this rate, 311:018,490[A ]| Since nothing do's him good? To answer that, <490> 311:018,491[A ]| Take my advice, Let us contented sit, 311:018,492[A ]| And our concerns to Providence submit, 311:018,493[A ]| Who knows what's proper, and bestows what's fit. 311:018,494[A ]| Who of our good takes an especial care, 311:018,495[A ]| Kinder to us than to our selves we are. 311:018,496[A ]| For we driv'n by the Passions of our mind, 311:018,497[A ]| And led by fond Desires, as Bold, as Blind, 311:018,498[A ]| Covet a Wife, and Child; when God above 311:018,499[A ]| Alone, knows what the Wife or Child may prove. 311:018,500[A ]| Yet that our Prayers, for something made, may rise <500> 311:018,501[A ]| To Heaven an acceptable Sacrifice; 311:018,502[A ]| Let's pray for Health, and Wisdom, pray to have 311:018,503[A ]| A Mind so great, Deaths Terrors can't enslave, 311:018,504[A ]| As knowing he that quits this Life, but pays 311:018,505[A ]| A due and priviledge which Nature has: 311:018,506[A ]| A Mind by no Calamities deprest, 311:018,507[A ]| Which Anger stirs not, nor Desire molest 311:018,508[A ]| Which will in choice severest Labours bare 311:018,509[A ]| And the hard Toyls of Hercules prefer, 311:018,510[A ]| To all Sardanapalus Luxuries, <510> 311:018,511[A ]| His Women, Wine, and soft inglorious ease. 311:018,512[A ]| I'll shew how we may add to our own Bliss; 311:018,513[A ]| Through Vertue lies the Road to Happiness; 311:018,514[A ]| If with discretion every thing we do, 311:018,515[A ]| The Divine Wisdom will assist us too: 311:018,516[A ]| But we neglect all seeing Providence, 311:018,517[A ]| And make a Diety of Stark blind Chance.