403:02,000[' ]| 403:02,000[' ]| 403:02,000[' ]| 403:02,000[' ]| 403:02,000[' ]| 403:02,000[' ]| 403:02,001[A ]| As I was walking in the Mall of late, 403:02,002[A ]| Alone, and musing on I know not what; 403:02,003[A ]| Comes a familiar Fop, whom hardly I 403:02,004[A ]| Knew by his name, and rudely seizes me: 403:02,005[A ]| Dear Sir, I'm mighty glad to meet with you: 403:02,006[A ]| And pray, how have you done this Age, or two? 403:02,007[A ]| "Well I thank God (said I) as times are now: 403:02,008[A ]| "I wish the same to you. And so past on, 403:02,009[A ]| Hoping with this the Coxcomb would be gone. 403:02,010[A ]| But when I saw I could not thus get free; 403:02,011[A ]| I ask'd, what business else he had with me? 403:02,012[A ]| Sir (answer'd he) if Learning, Parts, or Sence 403:02,013[A ]| Merit your friendship; I have just pretence. 403:02,014[A ]| "I honor you (said I) upon that score, 403:02,015[A ]| "And shall be glad to serve you to my power. 403:02,016[A ]| Mean time, wild to get loose, I try all ways 403:02,017[A ]| To shake him off: Sometimes I walk apace, 403:02,018[A ]| Sometimes stand still: I frown, I chafe, I fret, 403:02,019[A ]| Shrug, turn my back, as in the Bagnio, sweat: 403:02,020[A ]| And shew all kind of signs to make him guess 403:02,021[A ]| At my impatience and uneasiness. 403:02,022[A ]| "Happy the folk in Newgate! (whisper'd I) 403:02,023[A ]| "Who, tho in Chains are from this torment free: 403:02,024[A ]| "Wou'd I were like rough Manly in the Play, 403:02,025[A ]| "To send Impertinents with kicks away! 403:02,026[A ]| He all the while baits me with tedious chat, 403:02,027[A ]| Speaks much about the drought, and how the rate 403:02,028[A ]| Of Hay is rais'd, and what it now goes at: 403:02,029[A ]| Tells me of a new Comet at the Hague, 403:02,030[A ]| Portending God knows what, a Dearth, or Plague: 403:02,031[A ]| Names every Wench, that passes through the Park, 403:02,032[A ]| How much she is allow'd, and who the Spark 403:02,033[A ]| That keeps her: points, who lately got a Clap, 403:02,034[A ]| And who at the Groom-Porters had ill hap 403:02,035[A ]| Three nights ago in play with such a Lord: 403:02,036[A ]| When he observ'd, I minded not a word, 403:02,037[A ]| And did no answer to his trash afford; 403:02,038[A ]| Sir, I perceive you stand on Thorns (said he) 403:02,039[A ]| And fain would part: but, faith, it must not be: 403:02,040[A ]| Come, let us take a Bottle. (I cried) "No; 403:02,041[A ]| "Sir, I am in a Course, and dare not now. 403:02,042[A ]| Then tell me whether you design to go: 403:02,043[A ]| I'll wait upon you. "Oh! Sir, 'tis too far: 403:02,044[A ]| "I visit cross the Water: therefore spare 403:02,045[A ]| "Your needless trouble. Trouble! Sir, 'tis none: 403:02,046[A ]| 'Tis more by half to leave you here alone. 403:02,047[A ]| I have no present business to attend, 403:02,048[A ]| At least which I'll not quit for such a Freind: 403:02,049[A ]| Tell me not of the distance: for I vow, 403:02,050[A ]| I'll cut the Line, double the Cape for you, 403:02,051[A ]| Good faith, I will not leave you: make no words: 403:02,052[A ]| Go you to Lambeth? Is it to my Lords? 403:02,053[A ]| His Steward I most intimately know, 403:02,054[A ]| Have often drunk with his Comptroller too. 403:02,055[A ]| By this I found my wheadle would not pass, 403:02,056[A ]| But rather serv'd my suff'rings to increase: 403:02,057[A ]| And seeing 'twas in vain to vex, or fret, 403:02,058[A ]| I patiently submitted to my fate. 403:02,059[A ]| Strait he begins again: Sir, if you knew 403:02,060[A ]| My worth but half so throughly as I do; 403:02,061[A ]| I'm sure you would not value any Friend, 403:02,062[A ]| You have, like me: but that I won't commend 403:02,063[A ]| My self, and my own Talents; I might tell 403:02,064[A ]| How many ways to wonder I excel. 403:02,065[A ]| None has a greater gift in Poetry, 403:02,066[A ]| Or writes more Verses with more ease than I: 403:02,067[A ]| I'm grown the envy of the men of Wit, 403:02,068[A ]| I kill'd ev'n Rochester with grief and spight: 403:02,069[A ]| Next for the Dancing part I all surpass, 403:02,070[A ]| St%*Andre= never mov'd with such a grace: 403:02,071[A ]| And 'tis well known, when e're I sing, or set, 403:02,072[A ]| Humphreys, nor Blow could ever match me yet. 403:02,073[A ]| Here I got room to interrupt: "Have you 403:02,074[A ]| "A Mother, Sir, or Kindred living now? 403:02,075[A ]| Not one: they are all dead. "Troth, so I guest: 403:02,076[A ]| "The happier they (said I) who are at rest. 403:02,077[A ]| "Poor I am only left unmurder'd yet: 403:02,078[A ]| "Hast, I beseech you, and dispatch me quite: 403:02,079[A ]| "For I am well convinc'd, my time is come: 403:02,080[A ]| "When I was young, a Gypsie told my doom: 403:02,081[A ]| This Lad (said she, and look'd upon my hand) 403:02,082[A ]| Shall not by Sword, or Poison come to's end, 403:02,083[A ]| Nor by the Fever, Dropsie, Gout, or Stone, 403:02,084[A ]| But he shall die by an eternal Tongue: 403:02,085[A ]| Therefore, when he's grown up, if he be wise, 403:02,086[A ]| Let him avoid great Talkers, I advise. 403:02,087[A ]| By this time we were got to Westminster, 403:02,088[A ]| Where he by chance a Trial had to hear, 403:02,089[A ]| And, if he were not there, his Cause must fall: 403:02,090[A ]| Sir, if you love me, step into the Hall 403:02,091[A ]| For one half hour. "The Devil take me now, 403:02,092[A ]| "(Said I) if I know any thing of Law: 403:02,093[A ]| "Besides, I told you whither I'm to go. 403:02,094[A ]| Hereat he made a stand, pull'd down his Hat 403:02,095[A ]| Over his eyes, and mus'd in deep debate: 403:02,096[A ]| I'm in a straight (said he) what I shall do: 403:02,097[A ]| Whether forsake my business, Sir, or you. 403:02,098[A ]| "Me by all means (say I). No (says my Sot) 403:02,099[A ]| I fear you'll take it ill, if I should do't: 403:02,100[A ]| I'm sure you will. "Not I, by all that's good. 403:02,101[A ]| But I've more breeding than to be so rude. 403:02,102[A ]| "Pray, don't neglect your own concerns for me: 403:02,103[A ]| "Your Cause, good Sir! My Cause be damn'd (says he) 403:02,104[A ]| I value't less than your dear Company. 403:02,105[A ]| With this he came up to me, and would lead 403:02,106[A ]| The way; I sneaking after hung my head. 403:02,107[A ]| Next he begins to plague me with the Plot, 403:02,108[A ]| Asks, whether I were known to Oats or not? 403:02,109[A ]| "Not I, thank Heaven! I no Priest have been: 403:02,110[A ]| "Have never Doway nor St%*Omers seen. 403:02,111[A ]| What think you, Sir? will they Fitz-Harris try? 403:02,112[A ]| Will he die, think you? "Yes, most certainly. 403:02,113[A ]| I mean, be hang'd. "Would thou were so (wish'd I). 403:02,114[A ]| Religion came in next; tho he'd no more 403:02,115[A ]| Than the French King, his Punk, or Confessor. 403:02,116[A ]| Oh! the sad times, if once the King should die! 403:02,117[A ]| Sir, are you not afraid of Popery? 403:02,118[A ]| "No more than my Superiors: why should I? 403:02,119[A ]| "I've no Estate in Abby-Lands to lose. 403:02,120[A ]| But Fire and Faggot, Sir, how like you those? 403:02,121[A ]| "Come Inquisition, any thing (thought I) 403:02,122[A ]| "So Heav'n would bless me to be rid of thee: 403:02,123[A ]| "But 'tis some comfort that my Hell is here: 403:02,124[A ]| "I need no punishment hereafter fear. 403:02,125[A ]| Scarce had I thought, but he falls on anew 403:02,126[A ]| How stands it, Sir, betwixt his Grace, and you? 403:02,127[A ]| "Sir, he's a man of sense above the Crowd, 403:02,128[A ]| "And shuns the Converse of a Multitude. 403:02,129[A ]| Ay, Sir, (says he) you're happy, who are near 403:02,130[A ]| His Grace, and have the favor of his ear: 403:02,131[A ]| But let me tell you, if you'l recommend 403:02,132[A ]| This person here, your point will soon be gain'd. 403:02,133[A ]| Gad, Sir, I'll die, if my own single Wit 403:02,134[A ]| Don't fob his Minions, and displace 'em quite, 403:02,135[A ]| And make your self his only Favourite. 403:02,136[A ]| "No, you are out abundantly (said I) 403:02,137[A ]| "We live not, as you think: no Family 403:02,138[A ]| "Throughout the whole three Kingdoms is more free 403:02,139[A ]| "From those ill Customs, which are us'd to swarm 403:02,140[A ]| "In great mens houses; none e're does me harm, 403:02,141[A ]| "Because more Learned, or more rich, than I: 403:02,142[A ]| "But each man keeps his Place, and his Degree. 403:02,143[A ]| 'Tis mighty strange (says he) what you relate, 403:02,144[A ]| "But nothing truer, take my word for that. 403:02,145[A ]| You make me long to be admitted too 403:02,146[A ]| Amongst his Creatures: Sir, I beg, that you 403:02,147[A ]| Will stand my Friend: Your Interest is such, 403:02,148[A ]| You may prevail, I'm sure, you can do much. 403:02,149[A ]| He's one, that may be won upon, I've heard, 403:02,150[A ]| Tho at the first approach access be hard. 403:02,151[A ]| I'll spare no trouble of my own, or Friends, 403:02,152[A ]| No cost in Fees and Bribes to gain my ends: 403:02,153[A ]| I'll seek all opportunities to meet 403:02,154[A ]| With him, accost him in the very street: 403:02,155[A ]| Hang on his Coach, and wait upon him home, 403:02,156[A ]| Fawn, Scrape and Cringe to him, nay to his Groom. 403:02,157[A ]| Faith, Sir, this must be done, if we'll be great: 403:02,158[A ]| Preferment comes not at a cheaper rate. 403:02,159[A ]| While at this Savage rate he worried me; 403:02,160[A ]| By chance a Doctor, my dear Friend came by, 403:02,161[A ]| That knew the Fellow's humor passing well: 403:02,162[A ]| Glad of the sight, I joyn him; we stand still: 403:02,163[A ]| Whence came you, Sir? and whither go you now? 403:02,164[A ]| And such like questions past betwixt us two: 403:02,165[A ]| Strait I begin to pull him by the sleeve, 403:02,166[A ]| Nod, wink upon him, touch my nose, and give 403:02,167[A ]| A thousand hints, to let him know, that I 403:02,168[A ]| Needed his help for my delivery: 403:02,169[A ]| He, naughty Wag, with an arch fleering smile 403:02,170[A ]| Seems ignorant of what I mean the while: 403:02,171[A ]| I grow stark wild with rage. "Sir, said not you, 403:02,172[A ]| "You'd somewhat to discourse, not long ago, 403:02,173[A ]| "With me in private? I remember't well: 403:02,174[A ]| Some other time, be sure, I will not fail: 403:02,175[A ]| Now I am in great hast upon my word: 403:02,176[A ]| A Messenger came for me from a Lord, 403:02,177[A ]| That's in a bad condition, like to die. 403:02,178[A ]| "Oh! Sir, he can't be in a worse, than I: 403:02,179[A ]| "Therefore for Gods sake do not stir from hence. 403:02,180[A ]| Sweet Sir! your pardon: 'tis of consequence: 403:02,181[A ]| I hope you're kinder than to press my stay, 403:02,182[A ]| Which may be Heav'n knows what out of my way. 403:02,183[A ]| This said, he left me to my murderer: 403:02,184[A ]| Seeing no hopes of my relief appear; 403:02,185[A ]| "Confounded be the Stars (said I) that sway'd 403:02,186[A ]| "This fatal day! would I had kept my Bed 403:02,187[A ]| "With Sickness, rather than been visited 403:02,188[A ]| "With this worse Plague! what ill have I e're done 403:02,189[A ]| "To pull this curse, this heavy Judgment down? 403:02,190[A ]| While I was thus lamenting my ill hap, 403:02,191[A ]| Comes aid at length: a brace of Bailiffs clap 403:02,192[A ]| The Rascal on the back: "Here take your Fees, 403:02,193[A ]| "Kind Gentlemen (said I) for my release. 403:02,194[A ]| He would have had me Bail. "Excuse me, Sir, 403:02,195[A ]| "I've made a Vow ne're to be surety more: 403:02,196[A ]| "My Father was undone by't heretofore. 403:02,197[A ]| Thus I got off, and blest the Fates that he 403:02,198[A ]| Was Pris'ner made, I set at liberty. 403:03,000[' ]| 403:03,000[' ]| 403:03,001[A ]| 'Tis granted, that Nobility in Man, 403:03,002[A ]| Is no wild flutt'ring Notion of the Brain, 403:03,003[A ]| Where he, descended of an ancient Race, 403:03,004[A ]| Which a long train of numerous Worthies grace, 403:03,005[A ]| By Virtues Rules guiding his steddy Course, 403:03,006[A ]| Traces the steps of his bright Ancestors. 403:03,007[A ]| But yet I can't endure an haughty Ass, 403:03,008[A ]| Debauch'd with Luxury, and slothful Ease, 403:03,009[A ]| Who besides empty Titles of high Birth, 403:03,010[A ]| Has no pretence to any thing of Worth, 403:03,011[A ]| Shou'd proudly wear the Fame, which others sought, 403:03,012[A ]| And boast of Honor which himself ne'er got. 403:03,013[A ]| I grant, the Acts which his Fore-fathers did 403:03,014[A ]| Have furnish'd matter for old Hollinshead, 403:03,015[A ]| For which their Scutcheon, by the Conqu'ror grac'd 403:03,016[A ]| Still bears a Lion Rampant for its Crest: 403:03,017[A ]| But what does this vain mass of Glory boot 403:03,018[A ]| To be the Branch of such a noble Root, 403:03,019[A ]| If he of all the Heroes of his Line 403:03,020[A ]| Which in the Register of Story shine, 403:03,021[A ]| Can offer nothing to the World's regard, 403:03,022[A ]| But mouldy Parchments which the Worms have spar'd? 403:03,023[A ]| If spring, as he pretends, of noble Race, 403:03,024[A ]| He does his own Original disgrace, 403:03,025[A ]| And, swoln with selfish Vanity and Pride, 403:03,026[A ]| To greatness has no other claim beside, 403:03,027[A ]| But squanders life, and sleeps away his days, 403:03,028[A ]| Dissolv'd in Sloth, and steep'd in sensual ease? 403:03,029[A ]| Mean while to see how much the Arrogant 403:03,030[A ]| Boasts the false Lustre of his high Descent, 403:03,031[A ]| You'd fancy him Comptroller of the Sky, 403:03,032[A ]| And fram'd by Heaven of other Clay than me. 403:03,033[A ]| Tell me, great Hero, you that would be thought 403:03,034[A ]| So much above the mean and humble Rout. 403:03,035[A ]| Of all the Creatures which do men esteem? 403:03,036[A ]| And which would you your self the noblest deem? 403:03,037[A ]| Put case of Horse: No doubt, you'l answer strait, 403:03,038[A ]| The Racer, which has often'st won the Plate: 403:03,039[A ]| Who full of mettle, and of sprightly Fire, 403:03,040[A ]| Is never distanc'd in the fleet Career: 403:03,041[A ]| Him all the Rivals of New-Market dread, 403:03,042[A ]| And crowds of Vent'rers stake upon his Head: 403:03,043[A ]| But if the breed of Dragon, often cast, 403:03,044[A ]| Degenerate, and prove a Jade at last; 403:03,045[A ]| Nothing of Honor, or respect (we see) 403:03,046[A ]| Is had of his high Birth and Pedigree: 403:03,047[A ]| But maugre all his great Progenitors, 403:03,048[A ]| The worthless Brute is banish'd from the Course, 403:03,049[A ]| Condemn'd for Life to ply the dirty Road, 403:03,050[A ]| To drag some Cart, or bear some Carrier's Load. 403:03,051[A ]| Then how can you with any sense expect 403:03,052[A ]| That I should be so silly to respect 403:03,053[A ]| The ghost of Honor, perish'd long ago, 403:03,054[A ]| That's quite extinct, and lives no more in you? 403:03,055[A ]| Such gaudy Trifles with the Fools may pass, 403:03,056[A ]| Caught with mere shew, and vain Appearances: 403:03,057[A ]| Virtue's the certain Mark, by Heav'n design'd, 403:03,058[A ]| That's always stamp'd upon a noble mind: 403:03,059[A ]| If you from such illustrious Worthies came, 403:03,060[A ]| By copying them your high Extract proclaim: 403:03,061[A ]| Shew us those generous Heats of Gallantry, 403:03,062[A ]| Which Ages past did in those Worthies see, 403:03,063[A ]| That zeal for Honor, and that brave Disdain, 403:03,064[A ]| Which scorn'd to do an Action base, or mean: 403:03,065[A ]| Do you apply your Interest aright, 403:03,066[A ]| Not to oppress the Poor with wrongful Might? 403:03,067[A ]| Would you make Conscience to pervert the Laws, 403:03,068[A ]| Tho brib'd to do't, or urg'd by your own Cause? 403:03,069[A ]| Dare you, when justly call'd, expend your Blood 403:03,070[A ]| In service for your King's and Countries good? 403:03,071[A ]| Can you in open Field in Armour sleep, 403:03,072[A ]| And there meet danger in the ghastliest shape? 403:03,073[A ]| By such illustrious Marks as these, I find, 403:03,074[A ]| You're truly issu'd of a noble kind: 403:03,075[A ]| Then fetch your Line from Albanact, or Knute, 403:03,076[A ]| Or, if these are too fresh, from older Brute: 403:03,077[A ]| At leisure search all History to find 403:03,078[A ]| Some great and glorious Warriour to your mind: 403:03,079[A ]| Take Caesar, Alexander, which you please, 403:03,080[A ]| To be the mighty Founder of your Race; 403:03,081[A ]| In vain the World your Parentage bely, 403:03,082[A ]| That was, or should have been your Pedegree. 403:03,083[A ]| But, if you could with ease derive your Kin 403:03,084[A ]| From Hercules himself in a right Line; 403:03,085[A ]| If yet there nothing in your Actions be, 403:03,086[A ]| Worthy the name of your high Progeny: 403:03,087[A ]| All these great Ancestors, which you disgrace, 403:03,088[A ]| Against you are a cloud of Witnesses: 403:03,089[A ]| And all the Lustre of their tarnish'd Fame 403:03,090[A ]| Serves but to light and manifest your Shame: 403:03,091[A ]| In vain you urge the merit of your Race, 403:03,092[A ]| And boast that Blood, which you your selves debase. 403:03,093[A ]| In vain you borrow, to adorn your Name, 403:03,094[A ]| The Spoils and Plunder of another's Fame; 403:03,095[A ]| If, where I look'd for something Great and Brave, 403:03,096[A ]| I meet with nothing but a Fool, or Knave, 403:03,097[A ]| A Traitor, Villain, Sycophant, or slave, 403:03,098[A ]| A freakish Madman, fit to be confin'd, 403:03,099[A ]| Whom Bedlam only can to order bind, 403:03,100[A ]| Or (to speak all at once) a barren Limb 403:03,101[A ]| And rotten Branch of an illustrious Stem. 403:03,102[A ]| But I am too severe, perhaps you'l think, 403:03,103[A ]| And mix too much of Satyr with my ink: 403:03,104[A ]| We speak to men of birth and Honor here, 403:03,105[A ]| And those nice Subjects must be touch'd with care: 403:03,106[A ]| Cry mercy, Sirs! Your Race, we grant, is known; 403:03,107[A ]| But how far backwards can you trace it down? 403:03,108[A ]| You answer: For at least a thousand year, 403:03,109[A ]| And some odd hundreds you can make't appear: 403:03,110[A ]| 'Tis much: But yet in short the proofs are clear: 403:03,111[A ]| All Books with your Fore-fathers Titles shine, 403:03,112[A ]| Whose names have scap'd the general wreck of Time: 403:03,113[A ]| But who is there so bold, that dares engage 403:03,114[A ]| His Honor, that in this long Tract of Age 403:03,115[A ]| No one of all his Ancestors deceas'd 403:03,116[A ]| Had e're the fate to find a Bride unchast? 403:03,117[A ]| That they have all along Lucretia's been, 403:03,118[A ]| And nothing e're of spurious Blood crept in, 403:03,119[A ]| To mingle and defile the Sacred Line? 403:03,120[A ]| Curs'd be the day, when first this vanity 403:03,121[A ]| Did primitive simplicity destroy, 403:03,122[A ]| In the bless'd state of infant time, unknown, 403:03,123[A ]| When Glory sprung from Innocence alone: 403:03,124[A ]| Each from his merit only Title drew, 403:03,125[A ]| And that alone made Kings, and Nobles too: 403:03,126[A ]| Then, scoring borrow'd Helps to prop his Name, 403:03,127[A ]| The Hero from himself deriv'd his Fame: 403:03,128[A ]| But Merit by degenerate time at last, 403:03,129[A ]| Saw Vice ennobled, and her self debas'd: 403:03,130[A ]| And haughty Pride false pompous Titles feign'd, 403:03,131[A ]| T'amuse the World, and Lord it o're mankind: 403:03,132[A ]| Thence the vast Herd of Earls and Barons came, 403:03,133[A ]| For Virtue each brought nothing but a Name: 403:03,134[A ]| Soon after Man, fruitful in Vanities, 403:03,135[A ]| Did Blazoning and Armory devise, 403:03,136[A ]| Founded a College for the Herald's Art, 403:03,137[A ]| And made a Language of their Terms apartt, 403:03,138[A ]| Compos'd of frightful words, of Chief, and Base, 403:03,139[A ]| Of Chevron, Saltier, Canton, Bend, and Fess, 403:03,140[A ]| And whatsoe're of hideous Jargon else 403:03,141[A ]| Mad Guillim, and his barbarous Volume fills. 403:03,142[A ]| Then farther the wild Folly to pursue, 403:03,143[A ]| Plain down-right Honor out of fashion grew: 403:03,144[A ]| But to keep up its Dignity and Birth, 403:03,145[A ]| Expence and Luxury must set it forth: 403:03,146[A ]| It must inhabit stately Palaces, 403:03,147[A ]| Distinguish Servants by their Liveries, 403:03,148[A ]| And carrying vast Retinues up and down, 403:03,149[A ]| The Duke and Earl be by their Pages known. 403:03,150[A ]| Thus Honor to support it self is brought 403:03,151[A ]| To its last shifts, and thence the Art has got 403:03,152[A ]| Of borrowing every where, and paying nought: 403:03,153[A ]| 'Tis now thought mean, and much beneath a Lord 403:03,154[A ]| To be an honest man, and keep his Word; 403:03,155[A ]| Who, by his Peerage and Protection safe, 403:03,156[A ]| Can plead the Privilege to be a knave: 403:03,157[A ]| While daily Crowds of starving Creditors 403:03,158[A ]| Are forc'd to dance attendance at his doors: 403:03,159[A ]| Till he at length with all his mortgag'd Lands 403:03,160[A ]| Are forfeited into the Banker's hands: 403:03,161[A ]| Then to redress his wants, the bankrupt Peer 403:03,162[A ]| To some rich trading Sot, turns Pensioner: 403:03,163[A ]| And the next news, you're sure to hear that he 403:03,164[A ]| Is nobly wed into the Company: 403:03,165[A ]| Where for a Portion of ill gotten Gold, 403:03,166[A ]| Himself and all his Ancestors are sold: 403:03,167[A ]| And thus repairs his broken Family 403:03,168[A ]| At the expence of his own Infamy. 403:03,169[A ]| For if you want Estate to set it forth, 403:03,170[A ]| In vain you boast the splendor of your Birth: 403:03,171[A ]| Your priz'd Gentility for madness goes, 403:03,172[A ]| And each your Kindred shuns and disavows: 403:03,173[A ]| But he that's rich is prais'd at his full rate, 403:03,174[A ]| And tho he once cry'd Small-coal in the street, 403:03,175[A ]| Tho he, nor none of his e're mention'd were, 403:03,176[A ]| But in the Parish-Book, or Register, 403:03,177[A ]| D***le by help of Chronicle shall trace 403:03,178[A ]| An hundred Barons of his ancient Race. 403:04,000[' ]| 403:04,000[' ]| 403:04,000[' ]| 403:04,001[A ]| Yes, you are mighty Wise, I warrant, mighty Wise! 403:04,002[A ]| With all your godly Tricks, and Artifice, 403:04,003[A ]| Who think to chowse me of my dear and pleasant Vice: 403:04,004[A ]| Hence holy Sham! in vain your fruitless Toile, 403:04,005[A ]| Go! and some unexperienc'd Fop beguile, 403:04,006[A ]| To some raw ent'ring Sinner cant and whine, 403:04,007[A ]| Who never knew the worth of Drunkeness and Wine; 403:04,008[A ]| I've tried and prov'd and found it all divine: 403:04,009[A ]| It is resolv'd; I will drink on and dy, 403:04,010[A ]| I'le not one Minute loose, not I, 403:04,011[A ]| To hear your troublesom Divinity: 403:04,012[A ]| Fill me a topfull Glass, I'le drink it on the Knee, 403:04,013[A ]| Confusion to the next that spoils good Company. 403:04,014[A ]| That gulp was worth a Soul, like it, it went, 403:04,015[A ]| And thorowout new life and vigour sent; 403:04,016[A ]| I feel it warm at once my head and heart; 403:04,017[A ]| I feel it all in all and all in every part: 403:04,018[A ]| Let the vile slaves of business toil and strive, 403:04,019[A ]| Who want the leisure or the wit to live: 403:04,020[A ]| Whil'est we life's taedious journy shorter make, 403:04,021[A ]| And reap those joys which they lack sence to take. 403:04,022[A ]| Thus live the Gods (if ought above our selves there be) 403:04,023[A ]| They live so happy, unconcern'd and free: 403:04,024[A ]| Like us they sit and with a careless brow 403:04,025[A ]| Laugh at the petty jars of human kind below: 403:04,026[A ]| Like us they spend their age in gentle ease, 403:04,027[A ]| Like us they drink; for what were all their Heav'n, alas! 403:04,028[A ]| If sober, and compell'd to want that happiness. 403:04,029[A ]| Assist Allmighty Wine, for thou alone hast Power, 403:04,030[A ]| And other I'll Invoke no more, 403:04,031[A ]| Assist, while with just Praise I thee Adore; 403:04,032[A ]| Aided by thee I dare thy Worth Reherse 403:04,033[A ]| In Flights above the common Pitch of groveling Verse: 403:04,034[A ]| Thou art the World's great Soul, that Heav'nly Fire, 403:04,035[A ]| Which dost our dull half-kindled Mass Inspire; 403:04,036[A ]| We nothing gallant, and above our selves produce, 403:04,037[A ]| Till thou dost Finish Man and Reinfuse: 403:04,038[A ]| Thou art the only Source of all the World calls Great, 403:04,039[A ]| Thou didst the Poets first and they the Gods Create; 403:04,040[A ]| To thee their Rage, their Heat and Flame they ow, 403:04,041[A ]| Thou runst half share with Art and Nature too: 403:04,042[A ]| They ow their Glory and Renown to Thee 403:04,043[A ]| Thou givst their Verse and them Eternity: 403:04,044[A ]| Great Alexander, that bigst Word of Fame, 403:04,045[A ]| That fills her Throat and almost rends the same; 403:04,046[A ]| Whose Valour found the World too strait a Stage 403:04,047[A ]| For his wide Victories and Boundless Rage, 403:04,048[A ]| Got not Repute by War alone but Thee, 403:04,049[A ]| He knew he ne're could Conquer by Sobriety, 403:04,050[A ]| And Drunk as well as Fought for universal Monarchy. 403:04,051[A ]| Pox o' that lazy Claret! how it stays? 403:04,052[A ]| Were it again to pass the Seas, 403:04,053[A ]| 'Twould sooner be in Cargo here, 403:04,054[A ]| 'Tis now a long East-India Voyage half a Year: 403:04,055[A ]| 'Sdeath! here's a Minute lost, an Age I mean, 403:04,056[A ]| Slipt by and ne're to be retriev'd agen: 403:04,057[A ]| For pity suffer not the pretious Juice to die, 403:04,058[A ]| Let us prevent our own and its Mortality: 403:04,059[A ]| Like it, our Life with standing and Sobriety is pal'd 403:04,060[A ]| And like it too when dead can never be recal'd. 403:04,061[A ]| Push on the Glass, let it measure out each Hour, 403:04,062[A ]| For every Sand an Health let's pour; 403:04,063[A ]| Swift as the rowling Orbs above, 403:04,064[A ]| And let it too as regularly move, 403:04,065[A ]| Swift as Heav'ns drunken red-fac'd Traveller the Sun, 403:04,066[A ]| And never Rest, till his last Race be done, 403:04,067[A ]| Till Time it self be all run out, and we 403:04,068[A ]| Have drunk our selves into Eternity. 403:04,069[A ]| Six in a Hand begin! we'll drink it twice apiece, 403:04,070[A ]| A Health to all that love and Honour Vice: 403:04,071[A ]| Six more as oft to the great Founder of the Vine 403:04,072[A ]| (A God he was, I'm sure, or should have bin) 403:04,073[A ]| The second Father of Mankind I meant; 403:04,074[A ]| He, when the angry Pow'rs a Deluge sent, 403:04,075[A ]| When for their Crimes our sinful Race was drownd, 403:04,076[A ]| The only bold and vent'rous Man was found, 403:04,077[A ]| Who durst be Drunk agen, and with new Vice the World replant: 403:04,078[A ]| The mighty Patriarch 'twas of blessed Memory, 403:04,079[A ]| Who scap'd in the great Wreck of all Mortality, 403:04,080[A ]| And stock'd the Globe afresh with a brave drinking Progeny: 403:04,081[A ]| In vain would spiteful Nature us Reclaim, 403:04,082[A ]| Who to small Drink our Ile thought fit to damn, 403:04,083[A ]| And set us out o' th' reach of Wine, 403:04,084[A ]| In hope strait Bounds could our vast Thirst confine: 403:04,085[A ]| He taught us first with Ships the Seas to roam, 403:04,086[A ]| Taught us from forreign Lands to fetch Supply, 403:04,087[A ]| Rare Art! that makes all the wide World our home 403:04,088[A ]| Makes every Realm pay Tribute to our Luxury: 403:04,089[A ]| Adieu poor tottring Reason! tumble down! 403:04,090[A ]| This Glass shall all thy proud usurping Powers drown, 403:04,091[A ]| And Wit on thy cast Ruins shall Erect her Throne: 403:04,092[A ]| Adieu! thou fond Disturber of our Life, 403:04,093[A ]| That checkst our Joys, with all our Pleasure art at strife: 403:04,094[A ]| I've something brisker now to Govern me, 403:04,095[A ]| A more exalted noble Faculty, 403:04,096[A ]| Above thy Logick and vain boasted Pedantry: 403:04,097[A ]| Inform me (if you can) ye Reading Sots, what 'tis 403:04,098[A ]| That guides th' unerring Deities, 403:04,099[A ]| They no base Reason to their Actions bring, 403:04,100[A ]| But move by some more high more heav'nly Thing 403:04,101[A ]| And are without Deliberation wise; 403:04,102[A ]| Ev'n such is this, at least 'tis much the same, 403:04,103[A ]| For which dull Schoolmen never yet could find a Name. 403:04,104[A ]| Call ye this Madness? damn that sober Fool 403:04,105[A ]| ('Twas sure some dull Philosopher, some reas'ning Tool) 403:04,106[A ]| Who the reproachful Term did first devise, 403:04,107[A ]| And brought a Scandal on the best of Vice: 403:04,108[A ]| Go! ask me what's the Rage young Prophets feel 403:04,109[A ]| When they with Holy Frenzy Reel, 403:04,110[A ]| Drunk with the Spirits of Infus'd Divinity, 403:04,111[A ]| They rave and stagger, and are mad like me: 403:04,112[A ]| Oh what an Ebb of Drink have we? 403:04,113[A ]| Bring, bring a Deluge, fill us up the Sea, 403:04,114[A ]| Let the vast Ocean be our mighty Cup, 403:04,115[A ]| We'll drink't and all its Fishes too like Loaches up: 403:04,116[A ]| Bid the Canary Fleet land here, we'll pay 403:04,117[A ]| The Fraight, and Custom too defray; 403:04,118[A ]| Set every man a Ship, and when the Store 403:04,119[A ]| Is emptied, let 'em strait dispatch and sail for more: 403:04,120[A ]| 'Tis gone; and now have at the Rhine 403:04,121[A ]| With all its petty Rivulets of Wine; 403:04,122[A ]| The Empire's Forces with the Spanish we'll combine, 403:04,123[A ]| We'll make their Drink too in Confederacy joyn: 403:04,124[A ]| 'Ware France the next; this Round Bordeaux shall swallow, 403:04,125[A ]| Champagn, Langon, and Burgundy shall follow: 403:04,126[A ]| Quick let's forestall Lorrain, 403:04,127[A ]| We'll starve his Army, all their Quarters drain, 403:04,128[A ]| And without Treaty put an End to the Campagn: 403:04,129[A ]| Go! set the Universe a tilt, turn the Globe up, 403:04,130[A ]| Squeez out the last, the slow unwilling drop: 403:04,131[A ]| A Pox of empty Nature! since the World's drawn dry, 403:04,132[A ]| 'Tis time we quit Mortality, 403:04,133[A ]| 'Tis time we now give out and dy, 403:04,134[A ]| Lest we are plagu'd with Dulnes and Sobriety: 403:04,135[A ]| Beset with Linkboys we'll in Triumph go 403:04,136[A ]| A Troop of stagg'ring Ghosts down to the Shades below; 403:04,137[A ]| Drunk we'll march off and reel into the Tomb, 403:04,138[A ]| Nature's convenient dark Retiring Room; 403:04,139[A ]| And there, from Noise remov'd, and all tumultuous Strife 403:04,140[A ]| Sleep out the dull Fatigue, and long Debauch of Life. 403:05,000[' ]| 403:05,000[' ]| 403:05,000[' ]| 403:05,001[A ]| She did, She did ~~ I saw her mount the Skie, 403:05,002[A ]| And with new Whiteness paint the Galaxy. 403:05,003[A ]| Heav'n her methought with all its Eyes did view, 403:05,004[A ]| And yet acknowledg'd all its Eyes too few. 403:05,005[A ]| Methought I saw in crowds blest Spirits meet, 403:05,006[A ]| And with loud Welcomes her arrival greet; 403:05,007[A ]| Which could they grieve, had gone with grief away 403:05,008[A ]| To see a Soul more white, more pure than they. 403:05,009[A ]| Earth was unworthy such a prize as this, 403:05,010[A ]| Only a while Heaven let us share the Bliss: 403:05,011[A ]| In vain her stay with fruitless Tears we'd woo, 403:05,012[A ]| In vain we'd court, when that our Rival grew. 403:05,013[A ]| Thanks, ye kind Powers! who did so long dispense, 403:05,014[A ]| (Since you so wish'd her) with her absence thence: 403:05,015[A ]| We now resign, to you alone we grant 403:05,016[A ]| The sweet Monopoly of such a Saint; 403:05,017[A ]| So pure a Saint, I scarce dare call her so, 403:05,018[A ]| For fear to wrong her with a Name too low: 403:05,019[A ]| Such a Seraphick brightness in her shin'd, 403:05,020[A ]| I hardly can believe her Woman-kind. 403:05,021[A ]| 'Twas sure some noble Being left the Sphere, 403:05,022[A ]| Which deign'd a little to inhabit here, 403:05,023[A ]| And can't be said to die, but disappear. 403:05,024[A ]| Or if she Mortal was and meant to show 403:05,025[A ]| Sure Heav'n preserv'd her by the fall uncurst, 403:05,026[A ]| To tell how all the Sex were form'd at first: 403:05,027[A ]| Never did yet so much Divinity 403:05,028[A ]| In such a small Compendium crouded lye. 403:05,029[A ]| By her we credit what the Learned tell, 403:05,030[A ]| That many Angels in one point can dwell. 403:05,031[A ]| More damned Fiends did not in Mary rest, 403:05,032[A ]| Than lodg'd of Blessed Spirits in her Breast; 403:05,033[A ]| Religion dawn'd so early in her mind, 403:05,034[A ]| You'd think her Saint whilst in the Tomb enshrin'd: 403:05,035[A ]| Nay, that bright ray which did her Temples paint, 403:05,036[A ]| Proclaim'd her clearly, while alive, a Saint. 403:05,037[A ]| Scarce had she learnt to lisp Religion's Name, 403:05,038[A ]| E'er she by her Example preach'd the same, 403:05,039[A ]| And taught her Cradle like the Pulpit to reclaim. 403:05,040[A ]| No Action did within her Practice fall 403:05,041[A ]| Which for th' Atonement of a Blush could call: 403:05,042[A ]| No word of hers e'er greeted any Ear, 403:05,043[A ]| But what a dying Saint confest might hear. 403:05,044[A ]| Her Thoughts had scarcely ever sully'd been 403:05,045[A ]| By the least Foot-steps of Original Sin. 403:05,046[A ]| Her Life did still as much Devotion breath 403:05,047[A ]| As others do at their last Gasp in Death. 403:05,048[A ]| Hence on her Tomb of her let not be said, 403:05,049[A ]| So long she liv'd; but thus, so long she pray'd. 404:01,000[' ]| 404:01,000[' ]| 404:01,000[' ]| 404:01,000[' ]| 404:01,001[A ]| Pardon me, Vertue, whatsoe'er thou art, 404:01,002[A ]| (For sure thou of the God-head art a part, 404:01,003[A ]| And all that is of him must be 404:01,004[A ]| The very Deity.) 404:01,005[A ]| Pardon, if I in ought did thee blaspheme, 404:01,006[A ]| Or injure thy pure Sacred Name: 404:01,007[A ]| Accept unfeign'd Repentance, Prayers and Vows, 404:01,008[A ]| The best Atonement of my penitent humble Muse, 404:01,009[A ]| The best that Heav'n requires, or Mankind can produce. 404:01,010[A ]| All my Attempts hereafter shall at thy Devotion be, 404:01,011[A ]| Ready to consecrate my Ink and very Blood to thee. 404:01,012[A ]| Forgive me, ye blest Souls that dwell above, 404:01,013[A ]| Where you by its reward the worth of Vertue prove. 404:01,014[A ]| Forgive (if you can do't) who know no Passion now but Love. 404:01,015[A ]| And you unhappy happy few, 404:01,016[A ]| Who strive with Life, and Humane Miseries below, 404:01,017[A ]| Forgive me too, 404:01,018[A ]| If I ought disparag'd them, or else discourag'd you. 404:01,019[A ]| Blest Vertue! whose Almighty Power 404:01,020[A ]| Does to our fallen Race restore 404:01,021[A ]| All that in Paradise we lost, and more, 404:01,022[A ]| Lifts us to Heaven, and makes us be 404:01,023[A ]| The heirs and Image of the Deity. 404:01,024[A ]| Soft gentle Yoak! which none but resty Fools refuse, 404:01,025[A ]| Which before Freedom I would ever chuse. 404:01,026[A ]| Easie are all the Bonds that are impos'd by thee; 404:01,027[A ]| Easie as those of Lovers are, 404:01,028[A ]| (If I with ought less pure may thee compare) 404:01,029[A ]| Nor do they force, but only guide our Liberty: 404:01,030[A ]| By such soft ties are Spirits above confin'd; 404:01,031[A ]| So gentle is the Chain which them to Good does bind. 404:01,032[A ]| Sure Card, whereby this frail and tott'ring Bark we steer 404:01,033[A ]| Thro' Life's tempestuous Ocean here; 404:01,034[A ]| Thro' all the tossing Waves of Fear, 404:01,035[A ]| And dangerous Rocks of black Despair. 404:01,036[A ]| Safe in thy Conduct unconcern'd we move, 404:01,037[A ]| Secure from all the threatning Storms that blow, 404:01,038[A ]| From all Attacks of Chance below, 404:01,039[A ]| And reach the certain Haven of Felicity above. 404:01,040[A ]| Best Mistress of our Souls! whose Charms and Beauties last, 404:01,041[A ]| And are by very Age increast, 404:01,042[A ]| By which all other Glories are defac'd. 404:01,043[A ]| Thou'rt thy own Dowry, and a greater far 404:01,044[A ]| Than All the Race of Woman-kind e'er brought, 404:01,045[A ]| Tho' each of them like the first Wife were fraught, 404:01,046[A ]| And half the Universe did for her Portion share. 404:01,047[A ]| That tawdry Sex, which giddy senseless we 404:01,048[A ]| Thro' Ignorance so vainly Deifie, 404:01,049[A ]| Are all but glorious Brutes when un-endow'd with thee. 404:01,050[A ]| 'Tis Vice alone, the truer Jilt, and worse, 404:01,051[A ]| In whose Enjoyment tho' we find 404:01,052[A ]| A flitting Pleasure, yet it leaves behind 404:01,053[A ]| A Pain and Torture in the Mind, 404:01,054[A ]| And claps the wounded Conscience with incurable Remorse, 404:01,055[A ]| Or else betrays us to the great Trepans of Humane Kind. 404:01,056[A ]| 'Tis Vice, the greater Thraldom, harder Drudgery, 404:01,057[A ]| Whereby deposing Reason from its gentle Sway, 404:01,058[A ]| (That rightful Sovereign which we should obey) 404:01,059[A ]| We undergo a various Tyranny, 404:01,060[A ]| And to un-number'd servile Passions Homage pay. 404:01,061[A ]| The with Aegyptian Rigor us enslave, 404:01,062[A ]| And govern with unlimited Command; 404:01,063[A ]| They make us endless Toil pursue, 404:01,064[A ]| And still their doubl'd Tasks renew, 404:01,065[A ]| To push on our too hasty Fate, and build our Grave, 404:01,066[A ]| Or which is worse, to keep us from the Promis'd Land. 404:01,067[A ]| Nor may we think our Freedom to retrieve, 404:01,068[A ]| We struggle with our heavy Yoak in vain: 404:01,069[A ]| In vain we strive to break that Chain, 404:01,070[A ]| Unless a Miracle relieve; 404:01,071[A ]| Unless th'Almighty Wand enlargement give, 404:01,072[A ]| We never must expect Delivery, 404:01,073[A ]| Till Death, the universal Writ of Ease, does set us free. 404:01,074[A ]| Some sordid Avarice in Vassallage confines, 404:01,075[A ]| Like Roman Slaves condemn'd to th' Mines; 404:01,076[A ]| These are in its harsh Bridewel lash'd and punish'd, 404:01,077[A ]| And with hard Labour scarce can earn their Bread. 404:01,078[A ]| Others Ambition, that Imperious Dame, 404:01,079[A ]| Exposes cruelly, like Gladiators, here 404:01,080[A ]| Upon the World's Great Theatre. 404:01,081[A ]| Thro' Dangers and thro' Blood they wade to Fame, 404:01,082[A ]| To purchase grinning Honor and an empty Name. 404:01,083[A ]| And some by Tyrant-Lust are Captive led, 404:01,084[A ]| And with false Hopes of Pleasure fed; 404:01,085[A ]| 'Till tir'd with Slavery to their own Desires, 404:01,086[A ]| Life's o'er-charg'd Lamp goes out, and in a Snuff expires. 404:01,087[A ]| Consider we the little Arts of Vice, 404:01,088[A ]| The Stratagems and Artifice 404:01,089[A ]| Whereby she does attract her Votaries: 404:01,090[A ]| All those Allurements and those Charms 404:01,091[A ]| Which pimp Transgressors to her Arms, 404:01,092[A ]| Are but foul Paint, and counterfeit Disguise, 404:01,093[A ]| To palliate her own conceal'd Deformities, 404:01,094[A ]| And for false empty Joys betrays us to true solid Harms. 404:01,095[A ]| In vain she would her Dowry boast, 404:01,096[A ]| Which clogg'd with Legacies we never gain, 404:01,097[A ]| But with unvaluable Cost; 404:01,098[A ]| Which got we never can retain; 404:01,099[A ]| But must the greatest part be lost, 404:01,100[A ]| To the great Bubbles, Age or Chance, again. 404:01,101[A ]| 'Tis vastly over-balanc'd by the Joynture which we make, 404:01,102[A ]| In which our Lives, our Souls, our All is set at Stake. 404:01,103[A ]| Like silly Indians, foolish we 404:01,104[A ]| With a known Cheat, a losing Traffick hold, 404:01,105[A ]| Whilst led by an ill-judging Eye, 404:01,106[A ]| W'admire a trifling Pageantry, 404:01,107[A ]| And merchandize our Jewels and our Gold, 404:01,108[A ]| For worthless Glass and Beads, or an Exchange's Frippery. 404:01,109[A ]| If we a while maintain th' expensive Trade, 404:01,110[A ]| Such mighty Impost on the Cargo's laid, 404:01,111[A ]| Such a vast Custom to be paid, 404:01,112[A ]| We're forc'd at last like wretched Bankrupts to give out, 404:01,113[A ]| Clapt up by Death, and in Eternal Durance shut. 404:01,114[A ]| What art thou, Fame, for which so eagerly we strive? 404:01,115[A ]| What art thou but an empty Shade 404:01,116[A ]| By the Reflection of our Actions made? 404:01,117[A ]| Thou, unlike others, never follow'st us alive; 404:01,118[A ]| But, like a Ghost, walk'st only after we are dead. 404:01,119[A ]| Posthumous Toy! vain after-Legacy! 404:01,120[A ]| Which only ours can be, 404:01,121[A ]| When we our selves no more are we! 404:01,122[A ]| Fickle as vain! who dost on vulgar Breath depend, 404:01,123[A ]| Which we by dear Experience find 404:01,124[A ]| More changeable, more veering than th' unconstant Wind. 404:01,125[A ]| What art thou, Gold, that cheat'st the Miser's Eyes? 404:01,126[A ]| Which he does so devoutly idolize; 404:01,127[A ]| For whom he all his Rest and Ease does sacrifice. 404:01,128[A ]| 'Tis Use alone can all thy Value give, 404:01,129[A ]| And he from that no Benefit can e'er receive. 404:01,130[A ]| Curst Minerall! near Neighb'ring Hell begot, 404:01,131[A ]| Which all th' Infection of thy damned Neighbourhood hast brought. 404:01,132[A ]| Thou Bawd to Murthers, Rapes and Treachery, 404:01,133[A ]| And every greater Name of Villany; 404:01,134[A ]| From thee they all derive their Stock and Pedigree. 404:01,135[A ]| Thou the lewd World with all its crying Crimes dost store, 404:01,136[A ]| And hardly wilt allow the Devil the cause of more. 404:01,137[A ]| And what is Pleasure which does most beguile? 404:01,138[A ]| That Syren which betrays us with a flattering Smile. 404:01,139[A ]| We listen to the treacherous Harmony, 404:01,140[A ]| Which sings but our own Obsequy, 404:01,141[A ]| The Danger unperceiv'd till Death draw nigh; 404:01,142[A ]| Till drowning we want Pow'r to 'scape the fatal Enemy. 404:01,143[A ]| How frantick is the wanton Epicure! 404:01,144[A ]| Who a perpetual Surfeit will endure? 404:01,145[A ]| Who places all his chiefest Happiness 404:01,146[A ]| In the Extravagancies of Excess, 404:01,147[A ]| Which wise Sobriety esteems but a Disease? 404:01,148[A ]| O mighty envied Happiness to eat! 404:01,149[A ]| Which fond mistaken Sots call Great! 404:01,150[A ]| Poor Frailty of our Flesh! which we each day 404:01,151[A ]| Must thus repair for fear of ruinous Decay! 404:01,152[A ]| Degrading of our Nature, where vile Brutes are fain 404:01,153[A ]| To make and keep up Man! 404:01,154[A ]| Which, when the Paradise above we gain, 404:01,155[A ]| Heav'n thinks too great an Imperfection to retain! 404:01,156[A ]| By each Disease the sickly Joy's destroy'd; 404:01,157[A ]| At every Meal it's nauseous and cloy'd, 404:01,158[A ]| Empty at best, as when in Dream enjoy'd; 404:01,159[A ]| When, cheated by a slumbering Imposture, we 404:01,160[A ]| Fancy a Feast, and great Regalio's by; 404:01,161[A ]| And think we taste, and think we see, 404:01,162[A ]| And riot on imaginary Luxury. 404:01,163[A ]| Grant me, O Vertue, thy more solid lasting Joy; 404:01,164[A ]| Grant me the better Pleasures of the Mind, 404:01,165[A ]| Pleasures, which only in pursuit of thee we find, 404:01,166[A ]| Which Fortune cannot marr, nor Chance destroy. 404:01,167[A ]| One Moment in thy blest Enjoyment is 404:01,168[A ]| Worth an Eternity of that tumultuous Bliss, 404:01,169[A ]| Which we derive from Sense, 404:01,170[A ]| Which often cloys, and must resign to Impotence. 404:01,171[A ]| Grant me but this, how will I triumph in my happy State? 404:01,172[A ]| Above the Changes and Reverse of Fate; 404:01,173[A ]| Above her Favors and her Hate. 404:01,174[A ]| I'll scorn those worthless Treasures of Peru, 404:01,175[A ]| And those of t' other Indies too. 404:01,176[A ]| I'll pity Caesar's Self with all his Trophies and his Fame, 404:01,177[A ]| And the vile brutish herd of Epicures contemn, 404:01,178[A ]| And all the Under-shrievalties of Life not worth a Name. 404:01,179[A ]| Nor will I only owe my Bliss, 404:01,180[A ]| Like others, to a Multitude, 404:01,181[A ]| Where Company keeps up a forced Happiness; 404:01,182[A ]| Should all Mankind surcease to live, 404:01,183[A ]| And none but individual I survive, 404:01,184[A ]| Alone I would be happy, and enjoy my Solitude. 404:01,185[A ]| Thus shall my Life in pleasant Minutes wear, 404:01,186[A ]| Calm as the Minutes of the Evening are, 404:01,187[A ]| And gentle as the motions of the upper Air; 404:01,188[A ]| Soft as my Muse, and unconfin'd as she, 404:01,189[A ]| When flowing in the Numbers of Pindarique Liberty. 404:01,190[A ]| And when I see pale gastly Death appear, 404:01,191[A ]| That grand inevitable Test which all must bear, 404:01,192[A ]| Which best distinguishes the blest and wretched here; 404:01,193[A ]| I'll smile at all its Horrors, court my welcome Destiny, 404:01,194[A ]| And yield my willing Soul up in an easie Sigh; 404:01,195[A ]| And Epicures that see shall envy and confess, 404:01,196[A ]| That I, and those who dare like me be good, the chiefest Good possess.