071:00,000@@@@@| 071:00,000[' ]| 071:00,000[' ]| 071:01,000[' ]| 071:01,001[A ]| Sure there are Poets which$6#1$ did never dream 071:01,002[A ]| Upon$4$ \Parnassus\, nor did taste the stream 071:01,003[A ]| Of \Helicon\, we therefore may suppose 071:01,004[A ]| Those made not Poets, but the Poets those. 071:01,005[A ]| And as Courts make not Kings, but Kings the Court, 071:01,006[A ]| So$3$ where the Muses and their train resort, 071:01,007[A ]| \Parnassus\ stands; if I can be to$4$ thee 071:01,008[A ]| A Poet, thou \Parnassus\ art to$4$ me. 071:01,009[A ]| Nor wonder, if (advantaged in$4$ my flight, 071:01,010[A ]| By$4$ taking wing from thy auspicious height) 071:01,011[A ]| Through untraced ways, and airy paths I fly, 071:01,012[A ]| More boundless in$4$ my Fancy than my eye: 071:01,013[A ]| My eye, which$6#1$ swift as thought contracts the space 071:01,014[A ]| That$6#1$ lies between, and first salutes the place 071:01,015[A ]| Crowned with that$6#2$ sacred pile, so$5#1$ vast, so$5#1$ high, 071:01,016[A ]| That$3$ whether it is a part of Earth, or sky, 071:01,017[A ]| Uncertain seems, and may be thought a proud 071:01,018[A ]| Aspiring mountain, or descending cloud, 071:01,019[A ]| \Pauls\, the late theme of such a Muse whose flight 071:01,020[A ]| Has bravely reached and soared above thy height: 071:01,021[A ]| Now shalt thou stand though sword, or time, or fire, 071:01,022[A ]| Or zeal more fierce than they, thy fall conspire, 071:01,023[A ]| Secure, whilst thee the best of Poets sings, 071:01,024[A ]| Preserved from ruin by$4$ the best of Kings. 071:01,025[A ]| Under his proud survey the City lies, 071:01,026[A ]| And like$4$ a mist beneath a hill doth rise; 071:01,027[A ]| Whose state and wealth the business and the crowd, 071:01,028[A ]| Seems at this distance but a darker cloud: 071:01,029[A ]| And is to$4$ him who$6#1$ rightly things esteems, 071:01,030[A ]| No$2$ other in$4$ effect than what it seems: 071:01,031[A ]| Where, with like$2$ haste, though several ways, they run 071:01,032[A ]| Some to$9$ undo, and some to$9$ be undone; 071:01,033[A ]| While luxury, and wealth, like$4$ war and peace, 071:01,034[A ]| Are each the other's ruin, and increase; 071:01,035[A ]| As Rivers lost in$4$ Seas some secret vein 071:01,036[A ]| Thence reconveighs, there to$9$ be lost again. 071:01,037[A ]| Oh happiness of sweet retired content! 071:01,038[A ]| To$9$ be at once secure, and innocent. 071:01,039[A ]| \Windsor\ the next (where \Mars\ with \Venus\ dwells. 071:01,040[A ]| Beauty with strength) above the Valley swells 071:01,041[A ]| Into my eye, and doth itself present 071:01,042[A ]| With such an easy and unforced ascent, 071:01,043[A ]| That$3$ no$2$ stupendous precipice denies 071:01,044[A ]| Access, no$2$ horror turns away our eyes: 071:01,045[A ]| But such a Rise, as doth at once invite 071:01,046[A ]| A pleasure, and a reverence from the sight. 071:01,047[A ]| Thy mighty Master's Emblem, in$4$ whose face 071:01,048[A ]| Sat meekness, heightened with Majestic Grace 071:01,049[A ]| Such seems thy gentle height, made only proud 071:01,050[A ]| To$9$ be the basis of that$6#2$ pompous load, 071:01,051[A ]| Than which$6#1$, a nobler weight no$2$ Mountain bears, 071:01,052[A ]| But \Atlas\ only that$6#1$ supports the Spheres. 071:01,053[A ]| When Nature's hand this ground did thus advance, 071:01,054[A ]| It was guided by$4$ a wiser power than Chance; 071:01,055[A ]| Marked out for$4$ such a use, as if it were meant 071:01,056[A ]| To$9$ invite the builder, and his choice prevent. 071:01,057[A ]| Nor can we call it choice, when what we chuse, 071:01,058[A ]| Folly, or blindness only could refuse. 071:01,059[A ]| A Crown of such Majestic towers doth Grace 071:01,060[A ]| The God's great Mother, when her heavenly race 071:01,061[A ]| Do homage to$4$ her, yet she can not boast 071:01,062[A ]| Amongst that$6#2$ numerous, and Celestial host, 071:01,063[A ]| More \Heroes\ than can \Windsor\, nor doth Fame's 071:01,064[A ]| Immortal book record more noble names. 071:01,065[A ]| Not to$9$ look back so$5#1$ far, to$4$ whom this Isle 071:01,066[A ]| Owes the first Glory of so$5#1$ brave a pile, 071:01,067[A ]| Whether to$4$ \Ca*esar, Albanact\, or \Brute\, 071:01,068[A ]| The British \Arthur\, or the Danish \Knute\, 071:01,069[A ]| (Though this of old no$2$ less content did move, 071:01,070[A ]| Than when for$4$ \Homer's\ birth seven Cities strove) 071:01,071[A ]| (Like$4$ him in$4$ birth, thou shouldst be like$4$ in$4$ fame, 071:01,072[A ]| As thine his fate, if mine had been his Flame) 071:01,073[A ]| But whosoever it was, Nature designed 071:01,074[A ]| First a brave place, and then as brave a mind. 071:01,075[A ]| Not to$9$ recount those several Kings, to$4$ whom 071:01,076[A ]| It gave a Cradle, or to$4$ whom a Tomb, 071:01,077[A ]| But thee (great \Edward\) and thy greater son, 071:01,078[A ]| (The lilies which$6#1$ his Father wore, he won) 071:01,079[A ]| And thy \Bellona\, who$6#1$ the Consort came 071:01,080[A ]| Not only to$4$ thy Bed, but to$4$ thy Fame, 071:01,081[A ]| She to$4$ thy Triumph led one Captive King, 071:01,082[A ]| And brought that$6#2$ son, which$6#1$ did the second bring. 071:01,083[A ]| Then didst thou found that$6#2$ Order (whither love 071:01,084[A ]| Or victory thy Royal thoughts did move) 071:01,085[A ]| Each was a noble cause, and nothing less, 071:01,086[A ]| Than the design, has been the great success: 071:01,087[A ]| Which$6#1$ foreign Kings, and Emperors esteem 071:01,088[A ]| The second honour to$4$ their Diadem. 071:01,089[A ]| Had thy great Destiny but given thee skill, 071:01,090[A ]| To$9$ know as well, as power to$9$ act her will$0$, 071:01,091[A ]| That$3$ from those Kings, who$6#1$ then thy captives were, 071:01,092[A ]| In$4$ after-times should spring a Royal pair 071:01,093[A ]| Who$6#1$ should possess all that$6#1$ thy mighty power, 071:01,094[A ]| Or thy desires more mighty, did devour; 071:01,095[A ]| To$4$ whom their better Fate reserves whatever 071:01,096[A ]| The Victor hopes for$4$, or the Vanquished fear; 071:01,097[A ]| That$6#2$ blood, which$6#1$ thou and thy great Grandsire shed, 071:01,098[A ]| And all that$6#2$ since these sister Nations bled, 071:01,099[A ]| Had been unspilt, had happy \Edward\ known 071:01,100[A ]| That$3$ all the blood he spilt, had been his own. 071:01,101[A ]| When he that$6#2$ Patron chose, in$4$ whom are joined 071:01,102[A ]| Soldier and Martyr, and his arms confined 071:01,103[A ]| Within the Azure Circle, he did seem 071:01,104[A ]| But to$9$ foretell, and prophesy of him, 071:01,105[A ]| Who$6#1$ to$4$ his Realms that$6#2$ Azure round hath joined, 071:01,106[A ]| Which$6#1$ Nature for$4$ their bound at first designed. 071:01,107[A ]| That$6#2$ bound, which$6#1$ to$4$ the World's extremest ends, 071:01,108[A ]| Endless itself, its liquid arms extends; 071:01,109[A ]| Nor doth he need those Emblems which$6#1$ we paint, 071:01,110[A ]| But is himself the Soldier and the Saint. 071:01,111[A ]| Here should my wonder dwell, and here my praise, 071:01,112[A ]| But my fixed thoughts my wandering eye betrays, 071:01,113[A ]| Viewing a neighbouring hill, whose top of late 071:01,114[A ]| A Chapel crowned, till in$4$ the Common Fate, 071:01,115[A ]| The adjoining Abbey fell: (may no$2$ such storm 071:01,116[A ]| Fall on$4$ our times, where ruin must reform.) 071:01,117[A ]| Tell me (my Muse) what monstrous dire offence, 071:01,118[A ]| What crime could any Christian King incense 071:01,119[A ]| To$4$ such a rage? Was it Luxury, or Lust? 071:01,120[A ]| Was he so$5#1$ temperate, so$5#1$ chaste, so$5#1$ just? 071:01,121[A ]| Were these their crimes? They were his own much more: 071:01,122[A ]| But wealth is Crime enough to$4$ him that$6#1$ is poor, 071:01,123[A ]| Who$6#1$ having spent the Treasures of his Crown, 071:01,124[A ]| Condemns their Luxury to$9$ feed his own. 071:01,125[A ]| And yet this Act, to$9$ varnish over the shame 071:01,126[A ]| Of sacrilege, must bear devotion's name. 071:01,127[A ]| No$2$ Crime so$5#1$ bold, but would be understood 071:01,128[A ]| A real, or at least a seeming good. 071:01,129[A ]| Who$6#1$ fears not to$9$ do ill, yet fears the Name, 071:01,130[A ]| And free from Conscience, is a slave to$4$ Fame. 071:01,131[A ]| Thus he the Church at once protects, and spoils: 071:01,132[A ]| But Princes' swords are sharper than their styles. 071:01,133[A ]| And thus to$4$ the ages past he makes amends, 071:01,134[A ]| Their Charity destroys, their Faith defends. 071:01,135[A ]| Then did Religion in$4$ a lazy Cell, 071:01,136[A ]| In$4$ empty, airy contemplations dwell; 071:01,137[A ]| And like$4$ the block, unmoved lay: but ours, 071:01,138[A ]| As much too active, like$4$ the stork devours. 071:01,139[A ]| Is there no$2$ temperate Region can be known, 071:01,140[A ]| Betwixt their Frigid, and our Torrid Zone? 071:01,141[A ]| Could we not wake from that$6#2$ Lethargic dream, 071:01,142[A ]| But to$9$ be restless in$4$ a worse extreme? 071:01,143[A ]| And for$4$ that$6#2$ Lethargy was there no$2$ cure, 071:01,144[A ]| But to$9$ be cast into a Calenture? 071:01,145[A ]| Can knowledge have no$2$ bound, but must advance 071:01,146[A ]| So$5#1$ far, to$9$ make us wish for$4$ ignorance? 071:01,147[A ]| And rather in$4$ the dark to$9$ grope our way, 071:01,148[A ]| Than led by$4$ a false guide to$9$ err by$4$ day? 071:01,149[A ]| Who$6#2$ sees these dismal heaps, but would demand 071:01,150[A ]| What barbarous Invader sacked the land? 071:01,151[A ]| But when he hears, no$2$ Goth, no$2$ Turk did bring 071:01,152[A ]| This desolation, but a Christian King; 071:01,153[A ]| When nothing, but the Name of Zeal, appears 071:01,154[A ]| Betwixt our best actions and the worst of theirs, 071:01,155[A ]| What does he think our Sacrilege would spare, 071:01,156[A ]| When such the effects of our devotions are? 071:01,157[A ]| Parting from thence betwixt anger, shame, and fear, 071:01,158[A ]| Those for$4$ what is past, and this for$4$ what is too near: 071:01,159[A ]| My eye descending from the Hill, surveys 071:01,160[A ]| Where \Thames\ amongst the wanton valleys strays. 071:01,161[A ]| \Thames\, the most loved of all the Ocean's sons, 071:01,162[A ]| By$4$ his old Sire to$4$ his embraces runs, 071:01,163[A ]| Hasting to$9$ pay his tribute to$4$ the Sea, 071:01,164[A ]| Like$4$ mortal life to$9$ meet Eternity. 071:01,165[A ]| Though with those streams he no$2$ resemblance hold, 071:01,166[A ]| Whose foam is Amber, and their Gravel Gold; 071:01,167[A ]| His genuine, and less guilty wealth to$9$ explore, 071:01,168[A ]| Search not his bottom, but survey his shore; 071:01,169[A ]| Over which$6#1$ he kindly spreads his spacious wing, 071:01,170[A ]| And hatches plenty for$4$ the ensuing Spring. 071:01,171[A ]| Nor then destroys it with too fond a stay, 071:01,172[A ]| Like$4$ Mothers which$6#1$ their Infants overlay. 071:01,173[A ]| Nor with a sudden and impetuous wave, 071:01,174[A ]| Like$4$ profuse Kings, resumes the wealth he gave. 071:01,175[A ]| No$2$ unexpected inundations spoil 071:01,176[A ]| The mower's hopes, nor mock the plowman's toil: 071:01,177[A ]| But god-like his unwearied Bounty flows; 071:01,178[A ]| First loves to$9$ do, then loves the Good he does. 071:01,179[A ]| Nor are his Blessings to$4$ his banks confined, 071:01,180[A ]| But free, and common, as the Sea or Wind; 071:01,181[A ]| When he to$9$ boast, or to$9$ disperse his stores 071:01,182[A ]| Full of the tributes of his grateful shores, 071:01,183[A ]| Visits the world, and in$4$ his flying towers 071:01,184[A ]| Brings home to$4$ us, and makes both \Indies\ ours; 071:01,185[A ]| Finds wealth where it is, bestows it where it wants 071:01,186[A ]| Cities in$4$ deserts, woods in$4$ cities plants. 071:01,187[A ]| So$3$ that$3$ to$4$ us no$2$ thing, no$2$ place is strange, 071:01,188[A ]| While his fair bosom is the world's exchange. 071:01,189[A ]| O could I flow like$4$ thee, and make thy stream 071:01,190[A ]| My great example, as it is my theme! 071:01,191[A ]| Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, 071:01,192[A ]| Strong without rage, without over-flowing full. 071:01,193[A ]| Heaven her \Eridanus\ no$2$ more shall boast, 071:01,194[A ]| Whose Fame in$4$ thine, like$4$ lesser Currents lost, 071:01,195[A ]| Thy Nobler streams shall visit \Jove's\ abodes, 071:01,196[A ]| To$9$ shine amongst the Stars, and bathe the Gods. 071:01,197[A ]| Here Nature, whether more intent to$9$ please 071:01,198[A ]| Us or herself, with strange varieties, 071:01,199[A ]| (For$3$ things of wonder give no$2$ less delight 071:01,200[A ]| To$4$ the wise Maker's, than beholders' sight. 071:01,201[A ]| Though these delights from several causes move 071:01,202[A ]| For$3$ so$5#2$ our children, thus our friends we love) 071:01,203[A ]| Wisely she knew, the harmony of things, 071:01,204[A ]| As well as that$6#2$ of sounds, from discords springs. 071:01,205[A ]| Such was the discord, which$6#1$ did first disperse 071:01,206[A ]| Form, order, beauty through the Universe; 071:01,207[A ]| While dryness moisture, coldness heat resists, 071:01,208[A ]| All that$6#2$ we have, and that$6#2$ we are, subsists. 071:01,209[A ]| While the steep horrid roughness of the Wood 071:01,210[A ]| Strives with the gentle calmness of the flood. 071:01,211[A ]| Such huge extremes when Nature doth unite, 071:01,212[A ]| Wonder from thence results, from thence delight. 071:01,213[A ]| The stream is so$5#1$ transparent, pure, and clear, 071:01,214[A ]| That$3$ had the self-enamoured youth gazed here, 071:01,215[A ]| So$5#1$ fatally deceived he had not been, 071:01,216[A ]| While he the bottom, not his face had seen. 071:01,217[A ]| But his proud head the airy Mountain hides 071:01,218[A ]| Among the Clouds; his shoulders, and his sides 071:01,219[A ]| A shady mantle clothes; his curled brows 071:01,220[A ]| Frown on$4$ the gentle stream, which$6#1$ calmly flows, 071:01,221[A ]| While winds and storms his lofty forehead beat: 071:01,222[A ]| The common fate of all that$6#1$ is high or great. 071:01,223[A ]| Low at his foot a spacious plain is placed, 071:01,224[A ]| Between the mountain and the stream embraced: 071:01,225[A ]| Which$6#1$ shade and shelter from the Hill derives, 071:01,226[A ]| While the kind river wealth and beauty gives; 071:01,227[A ]| And in$4$ the mixture of all these appears 071:01,228[A ]| Variety, which$6#1$ all the rest endears. 071:01,229[A ]| This scene had some bold Greek, or British Bard 071:01,230[A ]| Beheld of old, what stories had we heard, 071:01,231[A ]| Of Fairies, Satyrs, and the Nymphs their Dames, 071:01,232[A ]| Their feasts, their revels, and their amorous flames: 071:01,233[A ]| It is still the same, although their airy shape 071:01,234[A ]| All but a quick Poetic sight escape. 071:01,235[A ]| There \Faunus\ and\Sylvanus\ keep their Courts, 071:01,236[A ]| And thither all the horned host resorts, 071:01,237[A ]| To$9$ graze the ranker mead, that$6#2$ noble herd 071:01,238[A ]| On$4$ whose sublime and shady fronts is reared 071:01,239[A ]| Nature's great Master-piece; to$9$ shew how soon 071:01,240[A ]| Great things are made, but sooner are undone. 071:01,241[A ]| Here have I seen the King, when great affairs 071:01,242[A ]| Give leave to$9$ slacken, and unbend his cares, 071:01,243[A ]| Attended to$4$ the Chase by$4$ all the flower 071:01,244[A ]| Of youth, whose hopes a Nobler prey devour: 071:01,245[A ]| Pleasure with Praise, and danger, they would buy, 071:01,246[A ]| And wish a foe that$6#1$ would not only fly. 071:01,247[A ]| The stag now conscious of his fatal Growth, 071:01,248[A ]| At once indulgent to$4$ his fear and sloth, 071:01,249[A ]| To$4$ some dark covert his retreat had made, 071:01,250[A ]| Where nor man's eye, nor heaven's should invade 071:01,251[A ]| His soft repose; when the unexpected sound 071:01,252[A ]| Of dogs, and men, his wakeful ear doth wound. 071:01,253[A ]| Roused with the noise, he scarce believes his ear, 071:01,254[A ]| Willing to$9$ think the illusions of his fear 071:01,255[A ]| Had given this false Alarm, but straight his view 071:01,256[A ]| Confirms, that$3$ more than all he fears is true. 071:01,257[A ]| Betrayed in$4$ all his strengths, the wood beset, 071:01,258[A ]| All instruments, all Arts of ruin met; 071:01,259[A ]| He calls to$4$ mind his strength, and then his speed, 071:01,260[A ]| His winged heels, and then his armed head; 071:01,261[A ]| With these to$9$ avoid, with that$6#2$ his Fate to$9$ meet: 071:01,262[A ]| But fear prevails, and bids him trust his feet. 071:01,263[A ]| So$5#1$ fast he flies, that$3$ his reviewing eye 071:01,264[A ]| Has lost the chasers, and his ear the cry; 071:01,265[A ]| Exulting, till he finds, their Nobler sense 071:01,266[A ]| Their disproportioned speed does recompense. 071:01,267[A ]| Then curses his conspiring feet, whose scent 071:01,268[A ]| Betrays that$6#2$ safety which$6#1$ their swiftness lent. 071:01,269[A ]| Then tries his friends, among the baser herd, 071:01,270[A ]| Where he so$5#1$ lately was obeyed, and feared, 071:01,271[A ]| His safety seeks: the herd, unkindly wise, 071:01,272[A ]| Or chases him from thence, or from him flies. 071:01,273[A ]| Like$4$ a declining Statesman, left forlorn 071:01,274[A ]| To$4$ his friends' pity, and pursuers' scorn, 071:01,275[A ]| With shame remembers, while himself was one 071:01,276[A ]| Of the same herd, himself the same had done. 071:01,277[A ]| Thence to$4$ the coverts, and the conscious Groves, 071:01,278[A ]| The scenes of his past triumphs, and his loves; 071:01,279[A ]| Sadly surveying where he ranged alone 071:01,280[A ]| Prince of the soil, and all the herd his own; 071:01,281[A ]| And like$4$ a bold Knight Errant did proclaim 071:01,282[A ]| Combat to$4$ all, and bore away the Dame; 071:01,283[A ]| And taught the woods to$9$ echo to$4$ the stream 071:01,284[A ]| His dreadfull challenge, and his clashing beam. 071:01,285[A ]| Yet faintly now declines the fatal strife; 071:01,286[A ]| So$5#1$ much his love was dearer than his life. 071:01,287[A ]| Now every leaf, and every moving breath 071:01,288[A ]| Presents a foe, and every foe a death. 071:01,289[A ]| Wearied, forsaken, and pursued, at last 071:01,290[A ]| All safety in$4$ despair of safety placed, 071:01,291[A ]| Courage he thence resumes, resolved to$9$ bear 071:01,292[A ]| All their assaults, since it is in$4$ vain to$9$ fear. 071:01,293[A ]| And now too late he wishes for$4$ the fight 071:01,294[A ]| That$6#2$ strength he wasted in$4$ Ignoble flight: 071:01,295[A ]| But when he sees the eager chase renewed, 071:01,296[A ]| Himself by$4$ dogs, the dogs by$4$ men pursued: 071:01,297[A ]| He straight revokes his bold resolve, and more 071:01,298[A ]| Repents his courage, than his fear before; 071:01,299[A ]| Finds that$3$ uncertain ways unsafest are, 071:01,300[A ]| And Doubt a greater mischief than Despair. 071:01,301[A ]| Then to$4$ the stream, when neither friends, nor force, 071:01,302[A ]| Nor speed, nor Art avail, he shapes his course; 071:01,303[A ]| Thinks not their rage so$5#1$ desperate to$9$ assay 071:01,304[A ]| An Element more merciless than they. 071:01,305[A ]| But fearless they pursue, nor can the flood 071:01,306[A ]| Quench their dire thirst; alas, they thirst for$4$ blood. 071:01,307[A ]| So$3$ towards a Ship the oar-finned Gallies ply, 071:01,308[A ]| Which$6#1$ wanting Sea to$9$ ride, or wind to$9$ fly, 071:01,309[A ]| Stands but to$9$ fall revenged on$4$ those that$6#1$ dare 071:01,310[A ]| Tempt the last fury of extreme despair. 071:01,311[A ]| So$3$ fares the Stag among the enraged Hounds, 071:01,312[A ]| Repels their force, and wounds returns for$4$ wounds. 071:01,313[A ]| And as a Hero, whom his baser foes 071:01,314[A ]| In$4$ troops surround, now these assails, now those, 071:01,315[A ]| Though prodigal of life, disdains to$9$ die 071:01,316[A ]| By$4$ common hands; but if he can descry 071:01,317[A ]| Some nobler foes approach, to$4$ him he calls, 071:01,318[A ]| And begs his Fate, and then contented falls. 071:01,319[A ]| So$3$ when the King a mortal shaft lets fly 071:01,320[A ]| From his unerring hand, then glad to$9$ die, 071:01,321[A ]| Proud of the wound, to$4$ it resigns his blood, 071:01,322[A ]| And stains the Crystal with a Purple flood. 071:01,323[A ]| This a more Innocent, and happy chase, 071:01,324[A ]| Than when of old, but in$4$ the self-same place, 071:01,325[A ]| Fair liberty pursued, and meant a Prey 071:01,326[A ]| To$4$ lawless power, here turned, and stood at bay. 071:01,327[A ]| When in$4$ that$6#2$ remedy all hope was placed 071:01,328[A ]| Which$6#1$ was, or should have been at least, the last. 071:01,329[A ]| Here was that$6#2$ Charter sealed, wherein the Crown 071:01,330[A ]| All marks of Arbitrary power lays down: 071:01,331[A ]| Tyrant and slave, those names of hate and fear, 071:01,332[A ]| The happier style of King and Subject bear: 071:01,333[A ]| Happy, when both to$4$ the same Centre move, 071:01,334[A ]| When Kings give liberty, and Subjects love. 071:01,335[A ]| Therefore not long in$4$ force this Charter stood; 071:01,336[A ]| Wanting that$6#2$ seal, it must be sealed in$4$ blood. 071:01,337[A ]| The Subjects armed, the more their Princes gave, 071:01,338[A ]| The advantage only took the more to$9$ crave. 071:01,339[A ]| Till Kings by$4$ giving, give themselves away, 071:01,340[A ]| And even that$6#2$ power, that$6#1$ should deny, betray. 071:01,341[A ]| "Who$6#1$ gives constrained, but his own fear reviles 071:01,342[A ]| "Not thanked, but scorned; nor are they gifts, but spoils. 071:01,343[A ]| Thus Kings, by$4$ grasping more than they could hold, 071:01,344[A ]| First made their Subjects by$4$ oppression bold: 071:01,345[A ]| And popular sway, by$4$ forcing Kings to$9$ give 071:01,346[A ]| More than was fit for$4$ Subjects to$9$ receive, 071:01,347[A ]| Ran to$4$ the same extremes; and one excess 071:01,348[A ]| Made both, by$4$ striving to$4$ the greater, less. 071:01,349[A ]| When a calm River raised with sudden rains, 071:01,350[A ]| Or Snows dissolved, overflows the adjoining Plains, 071:01,351[A ]| The Husbandmen with high-raised banks secure 071:01,352[A ]| Their greedy hopes, and this he can endure. 071:01,353[A ]| But if with Bays and Dams they strive to$9$ force 071:01,354[A ]| His channel to$4$ a new, or narrow course; 071:01,355[A ]| No$2$ longer then within his banks he dwells, 071:01,356[A ]| First to$4$ a Torrent, then a Deluge swells: 071:01,357[A ]| Stronger, and fiercer by$4$ restraint he roars, 071:01,358[A ]| And knows no$2$ bound, but makes his power his shores. 071:02,000[' ]| 071:02,001[A ]| \Morpheus\ the humble God, that$6#1$ dwells 071:02,002[A ]| In$4$ cottages and smoky cells, 071:02,003[A ]| Hates gilded roofs and beds of down; 071:02,004[A ]| And though he fears no$2$ Prince's frown, 071:02,005[A ]| Flies from the circle of a Crown. 071:02,006[A ]| Come, I say, thou powerful God, 071:02,007[A ]| And thy Leaden charming Rod, 071:02,008[A ]| Dipped in$4$ the Lethaean Lake, 071:02,009[A ]| Over his wakeful temples shake, 071:02,010[A ]| Lest he should sleep and never wake. 071:02,011[A ]| Nature (alas) why art thou so$5#1$ 071:02,012[A ]| Obliged to$4$ thy greatest Foe? 071:02,013[A ]| Sleep that$6#1$ is thy best repast, 071:02,014[A ]| Yet of death it bears a taste, 071:02,015[A ]| And both are the same thing at last. 071:03,000[' ]| <\NEWS FROM\ COLCHESTER> 071:03,000[' ]| 071:03,000[' ]| <\BETWIXT A\ QUAKER \AND A\ COLT, \AT\> 071:03,000[' ]| 071:03,000[' ]| <\To the Tune of\, Tom of Bedlam.> 071:03,001[A ]| All in$4$ the Land of \Essex\, 071:03,002[A ]| Near \Colchester\ the Zealous, 071:03,003[A ]| On$4$ the side of a bank, 071:03,004[A ]| Was played such a Prank, 071:03,005[A ]| As would make a Stone-horse jealous. 071:03,006[A ]| Help \Woodcock, Fox\ and \Nailor\, 071:03,007[A ]| For$3$ Brother \Green\ is a Stallion, 071:03,008[A ]| Now alas what hope 071:03,009[A ]| Of converting the Pope, 071:03,010[A ]| When a Quaker turns \Italian\? 071:03,011[A ]| Even to$4$ our whole profession 071:03,012[A ]| A scandal it will$1$ be counted, 071:03,013[A ]| When it is talked with disdain 071:03,014[A ]| Amongst the Profane, 071:03,015[A ]| How brother \Green\ was mounted. 071:03,016[A ]| And in$4$ the Good time of Christmas, 071:03,017[A ]| Which$6#1$ though our Saints have damned all, 071:03,018[A ]| Yet when did they hear 071:03,019[A ]| That$3$ a damned Cavalier 071:03,020[A ]| Ever played such a Christmas gambal? 071:03,021[A ]| Had thy flesh, O \Green\, been pampered 071:03,022[A ]| With any Cates unhallowed, 071:03,023[A ]| Hadst thou sweetened thy Gums 071:03,024[A ]| With Pottage of Plums, 071:03,025[A ]| Or prophane minced Pie hadst swallowed, 071:03,026[A ]| Rolled up$5$ in$4$ wanton Swine's-flesh, 071:03,027[A ]| The Fiend might have crept into thee; 071:03,028[A ]| Then fullness of gut 071:03,029[A ]| Might have caused thee to$9$ rut, 071:03,030[A ]| And the Devil have so$5#2$ rid through thee. 071:03,031[A ]| But alas he had been feasted 071:03,032[A ]| With a Spiritual Collation, 071:03,033[A ]| By$4$ our frugal Mayor, 071:03,034[A ]| Who$6#1$ can dine on$4$ a Prayer, 071:03,035[A ]| And sup on$4$ an Exhortation. 071:03,036[A ]| It was mere impulse of Spirit, 071:03,037[A ]| Though he used the weapon carnal: 071:03,038@w | Filly Foal, 071:03,038[A ]| quoth he, 071:03,039@w | My bride thou shalt be: 071:03,040@w | And how this is lawful, learn all. 071:03,041@w | For$3$ if no$2$ respect of Persons 071:03,042@w | Be due amongst Sons of \Adam\, 071:03,043@w | In$4$ a large extent, 071:03,044@w | Thereby may be meant 071:03,045@w | That$3$ a \Mare\ is as good as a \Madam\. 071:03,046[A ]| Then without more Ceremony, 071:03,047[A ]| Not Bonnet vailed, nor kissed her, 071:03,048[A ]| But took her by$4$ force, 071:03,049[A ]| For$4$ better or worse, 071:03,050[A ]| And used her like$4$ a Sister. 071:03,051[A ]| Now when in$4$ such a Saddle 071:03,052[A ]| A Saint will$1$ needs be riding, 071:03,053[A ]| Though we dare not say 071:03,054[A ]| It is a falling away, 071:03,055[A ]| May there not be some back-sliding? 071:03,056@w | No$7$ surely, 071:03,056[A ]| quoth \James*Naylor\, 071:03,057@w | It was but an insurrection 071:03,058@w | Of the Carnal part, 071:03,059@w | For$3$ a Quaker in$4$ heart 071:03,060@w | Can never lose perfection. 071:03,061@w | For$3$ (as our Masters teach us) 071:03,062@w | The intent being well directed, 071:03,063@w | Though the Devil trepan 071:03,064@w | The Adamical man, 071:03,065@w | The Saint stands un-infected. 071:03,066[A ]| But alas a Pagan Jury 071:03,067[A ]| Never judges what is intended, 071:03,068[A ]| Then say what we can, 071:03,069[A ]| Brother \Green's\ outward man 071:03,070[A ]| I fear will$1$ be suspended. 071:03,071[A ]| And our Adopted Sister 071:03,072[A ]| Will$1$ find no$2$ better quarter, 071:03,073[A ]| But when him we enrol 071:03,074[A ]| For$4$ a Saint, Filly Foal 071:03,075[A ]| Shall pass herself for$4$ a Martyr. 071:03,076[A ]| \Rome\ that$6#2$ Spiritual \Sodom\, 071:03,077[A ]| No$2$ longer is thy debter, 071:03,078[A ]| O \Colchester\, now 071:03,079[A ]| Who$6#2$ is \Sodom\ but thou, 071:03,080[A ]| Even according to$4$ the Letter? 071:04,000[' ]| 071:04,001[A ]| Greatest of Monarchs, welcome to$4$ this place 071:04,002[A ]| Which$6#1$ \Majesty\ so$5#1$ oft was wont to$9$ grace 071:04,003[A ]| Before our Exile, to$9$ divert the Court, 071:04,004[A ]| And balance weighty Cares with harmless sport. 071:04,005[A ]| This truth we can to$4$ our advantage say, 071:04,006[A ]| They that$6#1$ would have no$2$ \KING\, would have no$2$ Play: 071:04,007[A ]| The \Laurel\ and the \Crown\ together went, 071:04,008[A ]| Had the same Foes, and the same \Banishment\: 071:04,009[A ]| The Ghosts of their great Ancestors they feared, 071:04,010[A ]| Who$6#1$ by$4$ the art of conjuring Poets reared, 071:04,011[A ]| Our \HARRIES\ and our \EDWARDS\ long since dead 071:04,012[A ]| Still on$4$ the Stage a march of Glory tread: 071:04,013[A ]| Those Monuments of Fame (they thought) would stain 071:04,014[A ]| And teach the People to$9$ despise their Reign: 071:04,015[A ]| Nor durst they look into the Muses' Well, 071:04,016[A ]| Lest the clear Spring their ugliness should tell; 071:04,017[A ]| Affrighted with the shadow of their Rage, 071:04,018[A ]| They broke the Mirror of the times, the Stage; 071:04,019[A ]| The Stage against them still maintained the War, 071:04,020[A ]| When they debauched the \Pulpit\ and the \Bar\. 071:04,021[A ]| Though to$9$ be \Hypocrites\, be our Praise alone, 071:04,022[A ]| It is our peculiar boast that$3$ we were none. 071:04,023[A ]| Whatever they taught, we practised what was true, 071:04,024[A ]| And something we had learned of honour too, 071:04,025[A ]| When by$4$ Your Danger, and our Duty pressed, 071:04,026[A ]| We acted in$4$ the Field, and not in$4$ Jest; 071:04,027[A ]| Then for$4$ the \Cause\ our Tiring-house they sacked, 071:04,028[A ]| And silenced us that$3$ they alone might act; 071:04,029[A ]| And (to$4$ our shame) most dexterously they do it, 071:04,030[A ]| Out-act the Players, and out-lie the Poet; 071:04,031[A ]| But all the other Arts appeared so$5#1$ scarce, 071:04,032[A ]| Ours were the \Moral Lectures\, theirs the \Farce\: 071:04,033[A ]| This spacious Land their Theatre became, 071:04,034[A ]| And they \Grave Counsellors\, and \Lords\ in$4$ Name; 071:04,035[A ]| Which$6#1$ these Mechanics Personate so$5#1$ ill 071:04,036[A ]| That$3$ even the Oppressed with contempt they fill, 071:04,037[A ]| But when the Lion's dreadful skin they took, 071:04,038[A ]| They roared so$5#1$ loud that$3$ the whole Forest shook; 071:04,039[A ]| The noise kept all the Neighbourhood in$4$ awe, 071:04,040[A ]| Who$6#1$ thought it was the true Lion by$4$ his Paw. 071:04,041[A ]| If feigned Virtue could such Wonders do, 071:04,042[A ]| What may we not expect from this that$6#1$ is true! 071:04,043[A ]| But this Great Theme must serve another Age, 071:04,044[A ]| To$9$ fill our Story, and adorn our Stage. 071:05,000[' ]| 071:05,000[' ]| 071:05,001[A ]| Love! in$4$ what poison is thy Dart 071:05,002[A ]| Dipped, when it makes a bleeding heart? 071:05,003[A ]| None know, but they who$6#1$ feel the smart. 071:05,004[A ]| It is not thou, but we are blind, 071:05,005[A ]| And our corporeal eyes (we find) 071:05,006[A ]| Dazzle the Optics of our Mind. 071:05,007[A ]| Love to$4$ our Citadel resorts, 071:05,008[A ]| Through those deceitful Sally-ports, 071:05,009[A ]| Our Sentinels betray our Forts. 071:05,010[A ]| What subtle Witchcraft man constrains, 071:05,011[A ]| To$9$ change his Pleasures into Pains, 071:05,012[A ]| And all his freedom into Chains? 071:05,013[A ]| May not a Prison, or a Grave 071:05,014[A ]| Like$4$ Wedlock, Honour's title have? 071:05,015[A ]| That$6#2$ word makes Free-born man a Slave. 071:05,016[A ]| How happy he that$6#1$ loves not, lives! 071:05,017[A ]| Him neither Hope nor Fear deceives, 071:05,018[A ]| To$4$ Fortune who$6#1$ no$2$ Hostage gives. 071:05,019[A ]| How unconcerned in$4$ things to$9$ come! 071:05,020[A ]| If here uneasy, finds at \Rome\, 071:05,021[A ]| At \Paris\, or \Madrid\ his Home. 071:05,022[A ]| Secure from low, and private Ends, 071:05,023[A ]| His Life, his Zeal, his Wealth attends 071:05,024[A ]| His Prince, his Country and his Friends. 071:05,025[A ]| Danger and Honour are his Joy; 071:05,026[A ]| But a fond Wife, or wanton Boy, 071:05,027[A ]| May all those Generous Thoughts destroy. 071:05,028[A ]| Then he lays by$5$ the public Care, 071:05,029[A ]| Thinks of providing for$4$ an Heir; 071:05,030[A ]| Learns how to$9$ get, and how to$9$ spare. 071:05,031[A ]| Nor fire, nor foe, nor fate, nor night, 071:05,032[A ]| The Trojan Hero did affright, 071:05,033[A ]| Who$6#1$ bravely twice renewed the fight. 071:05,034[A ]| Though still his foes in$4$ number grew, 071:05,035[A ]| Thicker their Darts, and Arrows flew, 071:05,036[A ]| Yet left alone, no$2$ fear he knew. 071:05,037[A ]| But Death in$4$ all her forms appears, 071:05,038[A ]| From everything he sees and hears, 071:05,039[A ]| For$4$ whom he leads, and whom he bears. 071:05,040[A ]| Love making all things else his Foes, 071:05,041[A ]| Like$4$ a fierce torrent overflows 071:05,042[A ]| Whatever doth his course oppose. 071:05,043[A ]| This was the cause the Poets sung, 071:05,044[A ]| Thy Mother from the Sea was sprung; 071:05,045[A ]| But they were mad to$9$ make thee young. 071:05,046[A ]| Her Father, not her Son, art thou: 071:05,047[A ]| From our desires our actions grow; 071:05,048[A ]| And from the Cause the Effect must flow. 071:05,049[A ]| Love is as old as place or time; 071:05,050[A ]| It was he the fatal Tree did climb, 071:05,051[A ]| Grandsire of Father \Adam's\ crime. 071:05,052[A ]| Well mayst thou keep this world in$4$ awe, 071:05,053[A ]| Religion, Wisdom, Honour, Law, 071:05,054[A ]| The tyrant in$4$ his triumph draw. 071:05,055[A ]| It is he commands the Powers above; 071:05,056[A ]| \Phoebus\ resigns his Darts, and \Jove\ 071:05,057[A ]| His Thunder to$4$ the God of Love. 071:05,058[A ]| To$4$ him doth his feigned Mother yield, 071:05,059[A ]| Nor \Mars\ (her Champion's) flaming shield 071:05,060[A ]| Guards him, when \Cupid\ takes the Field. 071:05,061[A ]| He clips hope's wings, whose airy bliss 071:05,062[A ]| Much higher than fruition is; 071:05,063[A ]| But less than nothing, if it miss. 071:05,064[A ]| When matches Love alone projects, 071:05,065[A ]| The Cause transcending the Effects, 071:05,066[A ]| That$6#2$ wild-fire is quenched in$4$ cold neglects. 071:05,067[A ]| Whilst those Conjunctions prove the best, 071:05,068[A ]| Where Love is of blindness dispossessed, 071:05,069[A ]| By$4$ perspectives of Interest. 071:05,070[A ]| Though \Solomon\ with a thousand wives, 071:05,071[A ]| To$9$ get a wise Successor strives, 071:05,072[A ]| But one (and he a Fool) survives. 071:05,073[A ]| Old \Rome\ of Children took no$2$ care, 071:05,074[A ]| They with their Friends their beds did share, 071:05,075[A ]| Secure, to$9$ adopt a hopeful Heir. 071:05,076[A ]| Love drowsy days, and stormy nights 071:05,077[A ]| Makes, and breaks Friendship, whose delights 071:05,078[A ]| Feed, but not glut our Appetites. 071:05,079[A ]| Well chosen Friendship, the most noble 071:05,080[A ]| Of Virtues, all our joys makes double, 071:05,081[A ]| And into halves divides our trouble. 071:05,082[A ]| But when the unlucky knot we tie, 071:05,083[A ]| Care, Avarice, Fear, and Jealousy 071:05,084[A ]| Make Friendship languish till it die. 071:05,085[A ]| The Wolf, the Lion, and the Bear 071:05,086[A ]| When they their prey in$4$ pieces tear, 071:05,087[A ]| To$9$ quarrel with themselves forbear. 071:05,088[A ]| Yet timorous Deer, and harmless Sheep 071:05,089[A ]| When Love into their veins doth creep, 071:05,090[A ]| That$6#2$ law of Nature ceases to$9$ keep. 071:05,091[A ]| Who$6#2$ then can blame the Amorous Boy, 071:05,092[A ]| Who$6#1$ the fair \Helen\ to$9$ enjoy, 071:05,093[A ]| To$9$ quench his own, set fire on$4$ \Troy\? 071:05,094[A ]| Such is the world's preposterous fate, 071:05,095[A ]| Amongst all Creatures, mortal hate 071:05,096[A ]| Love (though immortal) doth Create. 071:05,097[A ]| But Love may Beasts excuse, for$3$ they 071:05,098[A ]| Their actions not by$4$ Reason sway, 071:05,099[A ]| But their brute appetites obey. 071:05,100[A ]| But Man is that$6#2$ Savage Beast, whose mind 071:05,101[A ]| From Reason to$4$ self-Love declined, 071:05,102[A ]| Delights to$9$ prey upon$4$ his Kind. 071:06,000[' ]| 071:06,000[' ]| 071:06,000[' ]| 071:06,001[A ]| All on$4$ a weeping \Monday\, 071:06,002[A ]| With a fat \Bulgarian\ Sloven, 071:06,003[A ]| Little Admiral \John\ 071:06,004[A ]| To$4$ \Bologne\ is gone 071:06,005[A ]| Whom I think they call old \Loven\. 071:06,006[A ]| Hadst thou not thy fill of Carting 071:06,007[A ]| \Will%*Aubrey\ Count of \Oxon\! 071:06,008[A ]| When Nose lay in$4$ Breech 071:06,009[A ]| And Breech made a Speech, 071:06,010[A ]| So$5#1$ often cried a Pox on$5$. 071:06,011[A ]| A Knight by$4$ Land and Water 071:06,012[A ]| Esteemed at such a high rate, 071:06,013[A ]| When it is told in$4$ \Kent\, 071:06,014[A ]| In$4$ a Cart that$3$ he went, 071:06,015[A ]| They will$1$ say now hang him Pirate. 071:06,016[A ]| Thou mightst have taken example, 071:06,017[A ]| From what thou readest in$4$ story; 071:06,018[A ]| Being as worthy to$9$ sit 071:06,019[A ]| On$4$ an ambling Tit, 071:06,020[A ]| As thy Predecessor \Dory\. 071:06,021[A ]| But Oh! the roof of Linen, 071:06,022[A ]| Intended for$4$ a shelter! 071:06,023[A ]| But the Rain made an Ass 071:06,024[A ]| Of Tilt of Canvas; 071:06,025[A ]| And the Snow which$6#1$ you know is a Melter. 071:06,026[A ]| But with thee to$9$ inveigle, 071:06,027[A ]| That$6#2$ tender stripling, \Astcot\ 071:06,028[A ]| Who$6#1$ was soaked to$4$ the skin, 071:06,029[A ]| Through Drugget so$5#1$ thin, 071:06,030[A ]| Having neither Coat, nor Waistcoat; 071:06,031[A ]| He being proudly mounted, 071:06,032[A ]| Y-clad in$4$ Cloak of \Plymouth\, 071:06,033[A ]| Defied Cart so$5#1$ base, 071:06,034[A ]| For$4$ Thief without Grace, 071:06,035[A ]| That$6#1$ goes to$9$ make a wry-mouth. 071:06,036[A ]| Nor did he like$1$ the Omen, 071:06,037[A ]| For$4$ fear it might be his doom, 071:06,038[A ]| One day for$4$ to$9$ sing, 071:06,039[A ]| With Gullet in$4$ string, 071:06,040[A ]| A Hymne of \Robert*Wisdom\. 071:06,041[A ]| But what was all this business? 071:06,042[A ]| For$3$ sure it was important: 071:06,043[A ]| For$3$ who$6#2$ rides in$4$ the wet, 071:06,044[A ]| When affairs are not great, 071:06,045[A ]| The neighbors make but a sport on$4$ it. 071:06,046[A ]| To$4$ a goodly fat Sow's Baby, 071:06,047[A ]| O \John\, thou hadst a malice, 071:06,048[A ]| The old driver of Swine 071:06,049[A ]| That$6#2$ day sure was thine, 071:06,050[A ]| Or thou hadst not quitted \Calice\. 071:07,000[' ]| <\A DIALOGUE BETWEEN\ SIR JOHN POOLEY> 071:07,000[' ]| <\AND\ MR% THOMAS KILLIGREW> 071:07,000[' ]| 071:07,001[P ]| To$4$ thee, Dear \Thom%\ myself addressing, 071:07,002[P ]| Most queremoniously confessing, 071:07,003[P ]| That$3$ I of late have been compressing. 071:07,004[P ]| Destitute of my wonted Gravity, 071:07,005[P ]| I perpetrated Arts of Pravity, 071:07,006[P ]| In$4$ a contagious Concavity. 071:07,007[P ]| Making efforts with all my Puissance, 071:07,008[P ]| For$4$ some Venereal Reiouissance, 071:07,009[P ]| I got (as one may say) a nuisance. 071:07,000[' ]| 071:07,010[K ]| Come leave this fooling Cousin \Pooley\, 071:07,011[K ]| And in$4$ plain English tell us truly 071:07,012[K ]| Why under the eyes you look so$5#1$ bluely? 071:07,013[K ]| It is not your hard words will$1$ avail you, 071:07,014[K ]| Your Latin and your Greek will$1$ fail you, 071:07,015[K ]| Till you speak plainly what doth ail you. 071:07,016[K ]| When young, you led a life Monastic, 071:07,017[K ]| And wore a Vest Ecclesiastic; 071:07,018[K ]| Now in$4$ your Age you grow Fantastic. 071:07,000[' ]| 071:07,019[P ]| Without more Preface or Formality, 071:07,020[P ]| A Female of Malignant Quality 071:07,021[P ]| Set fire on$4$ Label of Mortality. 071:07,022[P ]| The Faeces of which$6#1$ Ulceration, 071:07,023[P ]| Brought over the Helm a Distillation, 071:07,024[P ]| Through the Instrument of Propagation. 071:07,000[' ]| 071:07,025[K ]| Then Cousin, (as I guess the matter) 071:07,026[K ]| You have been an old Fornicater, 071:07,027[K ]| And now are shot betwixt wind and Water. 071:07,028[K ]| Your style has such an ill complexion, 071:07,029[K ]| That$3$ from your breath I fear infection, 071:07,030[K ]| That$3$ even your mouth needs an injection. 071:07,031[K ]| You that$6#1$ were once so$5#1$ economic, 071:07,032[K ]| Quitting the thrifty style Laconic, 071:07,033[K ]| Turn Prodigal in$4$ Maceronic. 071:07,034[K ]| Yet be of comfort, I shall send a 071:07,035[K ]| Person of knowledge who$6#1$ can mend a 071:07,036[K ]| Disaster in$4$ your nether end-a. 071:07,037[K ]| Whether it \Pullen\ be or \Skanker\, 071:07,038[K ]| Corded and crooked like$4$ an Anchor, 071:07,039[K ]| Your cure too costs you but a spanker. 071:07,040[K ]| Or though your Piss be sharp as Razor, 071:07,041[K ]| Do but confer with \Dr%*Fraser\, 071:07,042[K ]| He will$1$ make your Running Nag a Pacer. 071:07,043[K ]| Nor shall you need your Silver quick Sir, 071:07,044[K ]| Take \Mongo*Murry's Black Elixir\, 071:07,045[K ]| And in$4$ a week it Cures your P*** Sir. 071:07,046[K ]| But you that$6#1$ are a Man of Learning, 071:07,047[K ]| So$5#1$ read in$4$ \Virgil\, so$5#1$ discerning, 071:07,048[K ]| Methinks towards fifty should take warning. 071:07,049[K ]| Once in$4$ a Pit you did miscarry, 071:07,050[K ]| That$6#2$ danger might have made one wary; 071:07,051[K ]| This Pit is deeper than the Quarry. 071:07,000[' ]| 071:07,052[P ]| Give me not such disconsolation, 071:07,053[P ]| Having now cured my Inflammation, 071:07,054[P ]| To$9$ Ulcerate my Reputation. 071:07,055[P ]| Though it may gain the Ladies' favour, 071:07,056[P ]| Yet it may raise an evil savour 071:07,057[P ]| Upon$4$ all grave and staid behaviour. 071:07,058[P ]| And I will$1$ rub my 7Mater*Pia, 071:07,059[P ]| To$9$ find a Rhyme to$4$ Gonorrheia, 071:07,060[P ]| And put it in$4$ my Letania. 071:08,000[' ]| <7NATURA 7NATURATA> 071:08,001[A ]| What gives us that$6#2$ Fantastic Fit, 071:08,002[A ]| That$3$ all our Judgment and our Wit 071:08,003[A ]| To$4$ vulgar custom we submit? 071:08,004[A ]| Treason, Theft, Murther, all the rest 071:08,005[A ]| Of that$6#2$ foul Legion we so$5#1$ detest, 071:08,006[A ]| Are in$4$ their proper names expressed. 071:08,007[A ]| Why is it then taught sin or shame, 071:08,008[A ]| Those necessary parts to$9$ name, 071:08,009[A ]| From whence we went, and whence we came? 071:08,010[A ]| Nature, whatever she wants, requires; 071:08,011[A ]| With Love enflaming our desires, 071:08,012[A ]| Finds Engines fit to$9$ quench those fires: 071:08,013[A ]| Death she abhors; yet when men die, 071:08,014[A ]| We are present; but no$2$ stander*by 071:08,015[A ]| Looks on$5$ when we that$6#2$ loss supply: 071:08,016[A ]| Forbidden Wares sell twice as dear; 071:08,017[A ]| Even Sack prohibited last year, 071:08,018[A ]| A most abominable rate did bear. 071:08,019[A ]| It is plain our eyes and ears are nice, 071:08,020[A ]| Only to$9$ raise by$4$ that$6#2$ device, 071:08,021[A ]| Of those Commodities the price. 071:08,022[A ]| Thus Reason's shadows us betray 071:08,023[A ]| By$4$ Tropes and Figures led astray, 071:08,024[A ]| From Nature, both her Guide and way. 071:09,000[' ]| <\ON MY LORD\ CROFTS \AND MY JOURNEY\> 071:09,000[' ]| <\INTO POLAND, FROM WHENCE WE\> 071:09,000[' ]| <\BROUGHT 10000 L% FOR HIS MAJESTY\> 071:09,000[' ]| <\BY THE DECIMATION OF\> 071:09,000[' ]| <\HIS SCOTTISH SUBJECTS\> 071:09,000[' ]| <\THERE\> 071:09,001[A ]| Toll, toll, 071:09,002[A ]| Gentle Bell, for$4$ the Soul 071:09,003[A ]| Of the pure ones in$4$ \Pole\, 071:09,004[A ]| Which$6#1$ are damned in$4$ our Scroll; 071:09,005[A ]| Who$6#1$ having felt a touch 071:09,006[A ]| Of \Cockram's\ greedy Clutch, 071:09,007[A ]| Which$6#1$ though it was not much, 071:09,008[A ]| Yet their stubborness was such, 071:09,009[A ]| That$3$ when we did arrive, 071:09,010[A ]| Against the stream we did strive; 071:09,011[A ]| They would neither lead, nor drive: 071:09,012[A ]| Nor lend 071:09,013[A ]| An Ear to$4$ a Friend, 071:09,014[A ]| Nor an answer would send 071:09,015[A ]| To$4$ our Letter so$5#1$ well penned. 071:09,016[A ]| Nor assist our affairs, 071:09,017[A ]| With their Monies nor their Wares, 071:09,018[A ]| As their answer now declares, 071:09,019[A ]| But only with their Prayers. 071:09,020[A ]| Thus they did persist, 071:09,021[A ]| Did and said what they list, 071:09,022[A ]| Till the Diet was dismissed; 071:09,023[A ]| But then our Breech they kissed. 071:09,024[A ]| For$3$ when 071:09,025[A ]| It was moved there and then 071:09,026[A ]| They should pay one in$4$ ten, 071:09,027[A ]| The Diet said Amen. 071:09,028[A ]| And because they are loth 071:09,029[A ]| To$9$ discover the troth, 071:09,030[A ]| They must give word and Oath, 071:09,031[A ]| Though they will$1$ forfeit both. 071:09,032[A ]| Thus the Constitution 071:09,033[A ]| Condemns them every one, 071:09,034[A ]| From the Father to$4$ the Son. 071:09,035[A ]| But \John\ 071:09,036[A ]| (Our Friend) \Mollesson\, 071:09,037[A ]| Thought us to$9$ have out-gone 071:09,038[A ]| With a quaint Invention. 071:09,039[A ]| Like$4$ the Prophets of yore, 071:09,040[A ]| He complained long before, 071:09,041[A ]| Of the Mischiefs in$4$ store, 071:09,042[A ]| Ay, and thrice as much more. 071:09,043[A ]| And with that$6#2$ wicked Lie 071:09,044[A ]| A Letter they came by$5$, 071:09,045[A ]| From our Kings Majesty. 071:09,046[A ]| But Fate 071:09,047[A ]| Brought the Letter too late, 071:09,048[A ]| It was of too old a date, 071:09,049[A ]| To$9$ relieve their damned State. 071:09,050[A ]| The Letter is to$9$ be seen, 071:09,051[A ]| With seal of Wax so$5#1$ green, 071:09,052[A ]| At \Dantzige\, where it has been 071:09,053[A ]| Turned into good Latin. 071:09,054[A ]| But he that$6#1$ gave the hint, 071:09,055[A ]| This Letter for$4$ to$9$ Print, 071:09,056[A ]| Must also pay his stint. 071:09,057[A ]| That$6#2$ trick, 071:09,058[A ]| Had it come in$4$ the Nick, 071:09,059[A ]| Had touched us to$4$ the quick, 071:09,060[A ]| But the Messenger fell sick. 071:09,061[A ]| Had it later been wrought, 071:09,062[A ]| And sooner been brought, 071:09,063[A ]| They had got what they sought, 071:09,064[A ]| But now it serves for$4$ nought. 071:09,065[A ]| On$4$ \Sandys\ they ran aground, 071:09,066[A ]| And our return was crowned 071:09,067[A ]| With full ten thousand pound. 071:10,000[' ]| 071:10,000[' ]| 071:10,000[' ]| <\VENICE\, AND \MR% WILLIAM MURRAY'S\> 071:10,000[' ]| 071:10,001[A ]| Our Resident \Tom\, 071:10,002[A ]| From \Venice\ is come, 071:10,003[A ]| And hath left the Statesman behind him; 071:10,004[A ]| Talks at the same pitch, 071:10,005[A ]| Is as wise, is as rich, 071:10,006[A ]| And just where you left him, you find him. 071:10,007[A ]| But who$6#2$ says he was not, 071:10,008[A ]| A man of much Plot, 071:10,009[A ]| May repent that$6#2$ false Accusation; 071:10,010[A ]| Having plotted and penned 071:10,011[A ]| Six plays to$9$ attend 071:10,012[A ]| The Farce of his Negotiation. 071:10,013[A ]| Before you were told 071:10,014[A ]| How \Satan\ the old 071:10,015[A ]| Came here with a Beard to$4$ his middle; 071:10,016[A ]| Though he changed face and name, 071:10,017[A ]| Old \Will\ was the same, 071:10,018[A ]| At the noise of a Can and a Fiddle. 071:10,019[A ]| These Statesmen you believe 071:10,020[A ]| Send straight for$4$ the Sheriff, 071:10,021[A ]| For$3$ he is one too, or would be; 071:10,022[A ]| But he drinks no$2$ Wine, 071:10,023[A ]| Which$6#1$ is a shrewd sign 071:10,024[A ]| That$3$ all is not so$5#1$ well as it should be. 071:10,025[A ]| These three when they drink, 071:10,026[A ]| How little do they think 071:10,027[A ]| Of Banishment, Debts, or dying? 071:10,028[A ]| Not old with their years, 071:10,029[A ]| Nor cold with their fears: 071:10,030[A ]| But their angry Stars still defying. 071:10,031[A ]| Mirth makes them not mad, 071:10,032[A ]| Nor Sobriety sad; 071:10,033[A ]| But of that$6#2$ they are seldom in$4$ danger: 071:10,034[A ]| At \Paris\, at \Rome\, 071:10,035[A ]| At the \Hague\ they are at home; 071:10,036[A ]| The good Fellow is nowhere a stranger. 071:11,000[' ]| 071:11,000[' ]| 071:11,000[' ]| 071:11,001[A ]| A Tablet stood of that$6#2$ abstersive Tree, 071:11,002[A ]| Where A*Ethiops swarthy Bird did build her nest, 071:11,003[A ]| Inlaid it was with \Lybian\ Ivory, 071:11,004[A ]| Drawn from the Jaws of \Afric's\ prudent beast. 071:11,005[A ]| Two Kings like$4$ \Saul\, much Taller than the rest, 071:11,006[A ]| Their equal Armies draw into the Field; 071:11,007[A ]| Till one take the other Prisoner they contest; 071:11,008[A ]| Courage and Fortune must to$4$ Conduct yield. 071:11,009[A ]| This game the \Persian Magi\ did invent, 071:11,010[A ]| The force of Eastern Wisdom to$9$ express; 071:11,011[A ]| From thence to$4$ busie \Europaeans\ sent, 071:11,012[A ]| And styled by$4$ \Modern Lombard's\ pensive Chess. 071:11,013[A ]| Yet some that$6#1$ fled from \Troy\ to$4$ \Rome\ report, 071:11,014[A ]| \Penthesilea Priam\ did oblige; 071:11,015[A ]| Her \Amazons\, his \Trojans\ taught the sport, 071:11,016[A ]| To$9$ pass the tedious hours of ten years Siege. 071:11,017[A ]| There she presents herself, whilst King and Peers 071:11,018[A ]| Look gravely on$5$ whilst fierce \Bellona\ fights; 071:11,019[A ]| Yet Maiden modesty her Motions steers, 071:11,020[A ]| Nor rudely skips over \Bishops'\ heads like$4$ \Knights\. 073:12,000[' ]| 071:12,000[' ]| 071:12,000[A ]| \My early Mistress, now my Ancient Muse,\ 071:12,000[A ]| \That$6#2$ strong\ Circaean \liquor cease to$9$ infuse,\ 071:12,000[A ]| \Wherewith thou didst Intoxicate my youth,\ 071:12,000[A ]| \Now stoop with dis-enchanted wings to$4$ Truth,\ 071:12,000[A ]| \As the Doves flight did guide\ A*Eneas, \now\ 071:12,000[A ]| \May thine conduct me to$4$ the Golden Bough;\ 071:12,000[A ]| \Tell (like$4$ a Tall Old Oak) how Learning shoots\ 071:12,000[A ]| \To$4$ Heaven Her Branches, and to$4$ Hell her Roots.\ 071:12,001[A ]| When God from Earth formed \Adam\ in$4$ the East, 071:12,002[A ]| He his own Image on$4$ the Clay impressed; 071:12,003[A ]| As Subjects then the whole Creation came, 071:12,004[A ]| And from their Natures \Adam\ them did Name, 071:12,005[A ]| Not from experience, (for$3$ the world was new) 071:12,006[A ]| He only from their Cause their Natures knew. 071:12,007[A ]| Had Memory been lost with Innocence, 071:12,008[A ]| We had not known the Sentence nor the Offence; 071:12,009[A ]| It was his chief Punishment to$9$ keep in$4$ store 071:12,010[A ]| The sad remembrance what he was before; 071:12,011[A ]| And though the offending part felt mortal pain, 071:12,012[A ]| The immortal part, its Knowledge did retain. 071:12,013[A ]| After the Flood, Arts to$4$ \Chalda*ea\ fell, 071:12,014[A ]| The Father of the faithful there did dwell, 071:12,015[A ]| Who$6#1$ both their Parent and Instructor was; 071:12,016[A ]| From thence did Learning into \A*Egypt\ pass; 071:12,017[A ]| \Moses\ in$4$ all the \A*Egyptian\ Arts was skilled, 071:12,018[A ]| When Heavenly power that$6#2$ chosen Vessel filled 071:12,019[A ]| And we to$4$ his High Inspiration owe, 071:12,020[A ]| That$3$ what was done before the Flood, we know. 071:12,021[A ]| From \A*Egypt\ Arts their Progress made to$4$ \Greece\, 071:12,022[A ]| Wrapped in$4$ the Fable of the Golden Fleece. 071:12,023[A ]| \Musa*eus\ first, then \Orpheus\ civilize 071:12,024[A ]| Mankind, and gave the world their Deities; 071:12,025[A ]| To$4$ many Gods they taught Devotion, 071:12,026[A ]| Which$6#1$ were the distinct faculties of one; 071:12,027[A ]| The eternal cause, in$4$ their immortal lines 071:12,028[A ]| Was taught, and Poets were the first Divines: 071:12,029[A ]| God \Moses\ first, then \David\ did inspire, 071:12,030[A ]| To$9$ compose Anthems for$4$ his Heavenly Quire; 071:12,031[A ]| To$4$ the one the style of Friend he did impart, 071:12,032[A ]| On$4$ the other stamped the likeness of his heart: 071:12,033[A ]| And \Moses\, in$4$ the Old Original, 071:12,034[A ]| Even God the Poet of the world doth call. 071:12,035[A ]| Next those old \Greeks, Pythagoras\ did rise, 071:12,036[A ]| Then \Socrates\, whom the Oracle called Wise; 071:12,037[A ]| The Divine \Plato\ Moral Virtue shows, 071:12,038[A ]| Then his Disciple \Aristotle\ rose, 071:12,039[A ]| Who$6#1$ Nature's secrets to$4$ the world did teach, 071:12,040[A ]| Yet that$6#2$ great Soul our Novelists impeach; 071:12,041[A ]| Too much manuring filled that$6#2$ field with weeds, 071:12,042[A ]| Whilst Sects, like$4$ Locusts, did destroy the seeds; 071:12,043[A ]| The tree of Knowledge blasted by$4$ disputes, 071:12,044[A ]| Produces sapless leaves instead of Fruits; 071:12,045[A ]| Proud \Greece\, all Nations else, \Barbarians\ held, 071:12,046[A ]| Boasting her learning all the world excelled. 071:12,047[A ]| Flying from thence, to$4$ \Italy\ it came, 071:12,048[A ]| And to$4$ the Realm of \Naples\ gave the Name, 071:12,049[A ]| Till both their Nation and their Arts did come 071:12,050[A ]| A welcome Trophy to$4$ Triumphant \Rome\; 071:12,051[A ]| Then wheresoever her Conquering Eagles fled, 071:12,052[A ]| Arts, Learning, and Civility were spread; 071:12,053[A ]| And as in$4$ this our \Microcosm\, the heart 071:12,054[A ]| Heat, Spirit, Motion gives to$4$ every part; 071:12,055[A ]| So$3$ \Rome's\ Victorious influence did disperse 071:12,056[A ]| All her own Virtues through the Universe. 071:12,057[A ]| Here some digression I must make to$9$ accuse 071:12,058[A ]| Thee my forgetful, and ungrateful Muse: 071:12,059[A ]| Couldst thou from \Greece\ to$4$ \Latium\ take thy flight, 071:12,060[A ]| And not to$4$ thy great Ancestor do Right? 071:12,061[A ]| I can no$2$ more believe Old \Homer\ blind 071:12,062[A ]| Than those, who$6#1$ say the Sun hath never shined; 071:12,063[A ]| The age wherein he lived, was dark, but he 071:12,064[A ]| Could not want sight, who$6#1$ taught the world to$9$ see: 071:12,065[A ]| They who$6#1$ \Minerva\ from \Jove's\ head derive, 071:12,066[A ]| Might make Old \Homer's\ Skull the Muse's Hive; 071:12,067[A ]| And from his Brain, that$6#2$ \Helicon\ distil, 071:12,068[A ]| Whose Racy Liqour did his off-spring fill. 071:12,069[A ]| Nor old \Anacreon, Hesiod, Theocrite\ 071:12,070[A ]| Must we forget; nor \Pindar's\ lofty Flight. 071:12,071[A ]| Old \Homer's\ soul at last from \Greece\ retired; 071:12,072[A ]| In$4$ \Italy\ the \Mantuan\ Swain inspired. 071:12,073[A ]| When Great \Augustus\ made wars Tempests cease 071:12,074[A ]| His \Halcion\ days brought forth the arts of Peace; 071:12,075[A ]| He still in$4$ his Tryumphant Chariot shines, 071:12,076[A ]| By$4$ \Horace\ drawn, and \Virgil's\ mighty lines. 071:12,077[A ]| It was certainly mysterious, that$3$ the Name 071:12,078[A ]| Of Prophets and of Poets is the same; 071:12,079[A ]| What the \Tragedian\ wrote, the late success 071:12,080[A ]| Declares was Inspiration, and not Guess: 071:12,081[A ]| As dark a truth that$6#2$ Author did unfold, 071:12,082[A ]| As Oracles, or Prophets ever fore-told: 071:12,083@y | \At last the Ocean shall unlock the Bound\ 071:12,084@y | \Of things, and a New World by$4$\Typhis \found,\ 071:12,085@y | \Then Ages, far remote shall understand\ 071:12,086@y | \The\ Isle \of\ Thule \is not the farthest Land.\ 071:12,087[A ]| Sure God, by$4$ these Discoveries, did design 071:12,088[A ]| That$3$ his clear Light through all the World should shine, 071:12,089[A ]| But the Obstruction from that$6#2$ Discord springs 071:12,090[A ]| The Prince of Darkness makes betwixt Christian Kings; 071:12,091[A ]| That$6#2$ peaceful age, with happiness to$9$ Crown, 071:12,092[A ]| From Heavens the Prince of Peace himself came down. 071:12,093[A ]| Then, the true Sun of Knowledge first appeared, 071:12,094[A ]| And the old dark mysterious Clouds were cleared, 071:12,095[A ]| The heavy Cause of the old accursed Flood 071:12,096[A ]| Sunk in$4$ the sacred Deluge of his Blood. 071:12,097[A ]| His Passion, Man from his first fall, redeemed; 071:12,098[A ]| Once more to$4$ Paradise restored we seemed; 071:12,099[A ]| Satan himself was bound, till the Iron chain 071:12,100[A ]| Our Pride did break, and him let loose again, 071:12,101[A ]| Still the Old Sting remained, and Man began 071:12,102[A ]| To$9$ tempt the Serpent, as He tempted Man; 071:12,103[A ]| Then Hell sends forth her Furies, Avarice, Pride, 071:12,104[A ]| Fraud, Discord, Force, Hypocrisy their Guide; 071:12,105[A ]| Though the Foundation on$4$ a Rock were laid, 071:12,106[A ]| The Church was undermined, and then betrayed; 071:12,107[A ]| Though the \Apostles\, these events fore-told, 071:12,108[A ]| Yet, even the Shepherd did devour the Fold: 071:12,109[A ]| The Fisher to$9$ convert the world began, 071:12,110[A ]| The Pride convincing of vain-glorious Man; 071:12,111[A ]| But soon, his Follower grew a Sovereign Lord, 071:12,112[A ]| And \Peter's\ Keys exchanged for$4$ \Peter's\ Sword, 071:12,113[A ]| Which$6#1$ still maintains for$4$ his adopted Son 071:12,114[A ]| Vast Patrimonies, though himself had none; 071:12,115[A ]| Wresting the Text, to$4$ the old Giant's sense, 071:12,116[A ]| That$3$ Heaven, once more, must suffer violence. 071:12,117[A ]| Then subtle Doctors, Scriptures, made their prize, 071:12,118[A ]| Casuists, like$4$ Cocks, struck out each other's Eyes; 071:12,119[A ]| Then dark distinctions, Reason's light disguised, 071:12,120[A ]| And into Atoms, Truth anatomized. 071:12,121[A ]| Then \Mahomet's\ Crescent by$4$ our feuds increased, 071:12,122[A ]| Blasted the learned Remainders of the East: 071:12,123[A ]| That$6#2$ project, when from \Greece\ to$4$ \Rome\ it came, 071:12,124[A ]| Made Mother Ignorance Devotion's Dame; 071:12,125[A ]| Then, He, whom \Lucifer's\ own Pride did swell, 071:12,126[A ]| His faithful Emissary, rose from Hell 071:12,127[A ]| To$9$ possess \Peter's\ Chair, that$6#2$ \Hildebrand\ 071:12,128[A ]| Whose foot on$4$ Mitres, then on$4$ Crowns did stand, 071:12,129[A ]| And before that$6#2$ exalted Idol, all 071:12,130[A ]| (Whom we call Gods on$4$ Earth) did prostrate fall. 071:12,131[A ]| Then Darkness, \Europe's\ face did over-spread 071:12,132[A ]| From lazy Cells, where superstition bred, 071:12,133[A ]| Which$6#1$, linked with blind Obedience, so$5#1$ increased 071:12,134[A ]| That$3$ the whole world, some ages they oppressed; 071:12,135[A ]| Till through those Clouds, the Sun of Knowledge brake, 071:12,136[A ]| And \Europe\ from her Lethargy did wake: 071:12,137[A ]| Then, first our Monarchs were acknowledged here 071:12,138[A ]| That$3$ they, their Churches Nursing-Fathers were. 071:12,139[A ]| When \Lucifer\ no$2$ longer could advance 071:12,140[A ]| His works on$4$ the false ground of Ignorance, 071:12,141[A ]| New Arts he tries, and new designs he lays, 071:12,142[A ]| Then, his well-studied Master-piece he plays; 071:12,143[A ]| \Loyola, Luther, Calvin\ he inspires 071:12,144[A ]| And kindles, with infernal Flames, their fires, 071:12,145[A ]| Sends their fore-runner (conscious of the event) 071:12,146[A ]| Printing, his most pernicious Instrument: 071:12,147[A ]| Wild Controversy then, which$6#1$ long had slept, 071:12,148[A ]| Into the Press from ruined Cloisters leapt; 071:12,149[A ]| No$2$ longer by$4$ Implicit faith we err, 071:12,150[A ]| Whilst every Man is his own Interpreter; 071:12,151[A ]| No$2$ more conducted now by$4$ \Aaron's\ Rod, 071:12,152[A ]| Lay-elders, from their Ends, create their God. 071:12,153[A ]| But seven wise men, the ancient world did know, 071:12,154[A ]| We scarce know seven, who$6#1$ think themselves not so$5#2$. 071:12,155[A ]| When Man learned undefiled Religion, 071:12,156[A ]| We were commanded to$9$ be all as one; 071:12,157[A ]| Fiery disputes, that$6#2$ Union have calcined, 071:12,158[A ]| Almost as many minds as men we find, 071:12,159[A ]| And when that$6#2$ flame finds combustible Earth, 071:12,160[A ]| Thence Fatuus fires and Meteors take their birth, 071:12,161[A ]| Legions of Sects, and Insects come in$4$ throngs; 071:12,162[A ]| To$9$ name them all, would tire a hundred tongues. 071:12,163[A ]| Such were the Centaures of \Ixion's\ race 071:12,164[A ]| Who$6#1$, a bright Cloud, for$4$ \Juno\, did embrace, 071:12,165[A ]| And such the Monsters of \Chyma*era's\ kind, 071:12,166[A ]| Lions before, and Dragons were behind. 071:12,167[A ]| Then, from the clashes between Popes and Kings, 071:12,168[A ]| Debate, like$4$ sparks from Flint's collision, springs: 071:12,169[A ]| As \Jove's\ loud Thunderbolts were forged by$4$ heat, 071:12,170[A ]| The like$0$, our Cyclops, on$4$ their Anvils, beat; 071:12,171[A ]| All the rich Mines of Learning, ransacked are 071:12,172[A ]| To$9$ furnish Ammunition for$4$ this War: 071:12,173[A ]| Uncharitable Zeal our Reason whets, 071:12,174[A ]| And double Edges on$4$ our Passion sets; 071:12,175[A ]| It is the most certain sign, the world is accursed, 071:12,176[A ]| That$3$ the best things corrupted, are the worst; 071:12,177[A ]| It was the corrupted Light of Knowledge, hurled 071:12,178[A ]| Sin, Death, and Ignorance over all the world; 071:12,179[A ]| That$6#2$ Sun like$4$ this, (from which$6#1$ our sight we have) 071:12,180[A ]| Gazed on$5$ too long, resumes the light he gave; 071:12,181[A ]| And when thick mists of doubts obscure his beams, 071:12,182[A ]| Our Guide is Error, and our Visions, Dreams; 071:12,183[A ]| It was no$2$ false Heraldry, when madness drew 071:12,184[A ]| Her Pedigree from those, who$6#1$ too much knew; 071:12,185[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ deep Mines, for$4$ hidden Knowledge, toils, 071:12,186[A ]| Like$4$ guns over-charged, breaks, misses, or recoils; 071:12,187[A ]| When subtle Wits have spun their thread too fine, 071:12,188[A ]| It is weak and fragile like$4$ \Arachne's\ line: 071:12,189[A ]| True Piety, without cessation tossed 071:12,190[A ]| By$4$ \Theories\, the practic part is lost, 071:12,191[A ]| And like$4$ a Ball bandied betwixt Pride and Wit, 071:12,192[A ]| Rather than yield, both sides the Prize will$1$ quit, 071:12,193[A ]| Then whilst his foe, each Gladiator foils, 071:12,194[A ]| The Atheist looking on$5$, enjoys the spoils. 071:12,195[A ]| Through Seas of knowledge, we our course advance, 071:12,196[A ]| Discovering still new worlds of Ignorance; 071:12,197[A ]| And these Discoveries make us all confess 071:12,198[A ]| That$3$ sublunary Science is but guess, 071:12,199[A ]| Matters of fact, to$4$ man are only known, 071:12,200[A ]| And what seems more, is mere opinion; 071:12,201[A ]| The standers*by, see clearly this event, 071:12,202[A ]| All parties say they are sure, yet all dissent, 071:12,203[A ]| With their new Light our bold Inspectors press 071:12,204[A ]| Like$4$ \Cham\, to$9$ shew their Father's Nakedness, 071:12,205[A ]| By$4$ whose Example, after-ages may 071:12,206[A ]| Discover, we more naked are than they; 071:12,207[A ]| All human wisdom to$4$ divine, is folly, 071:12,208[A ]| This Truth, the wisest man made melancholy, 071:12,209[A ]| Hope, or belief, or guess gives some relief, 071:12,210[A ]| But to$9$ be sure we are deceived, brings grief; 071:12,211[A ]| Who$6#1$ thinks his Wife is Virtuous, though not so$5#2$, 071:12,212[A ]| Is pleased, and patient, till the truth he know. 071:12,213[A ]| Our God, when Heaven and Earth he did Create, 071:12,214[A ]| Formed Man, who$6#1$ should of both participate, 071:12,215[A ]| If our Lives' Motions theirs must imitate, 071:12,216[A ]| Our knowledge, like$4$ our blood, must circulate. 071:12,217[A ]| When like$4$ a Bride-groom from the East, the Sun 071:12,218[A ]| Sets forth, he thither, whence he came doth run; 071:12,219[A ]| Into Earth's Spongy Veins, the Ocean sinks 071:12,220[A ]| Those Rivers to$9$ replenish which$6#1$ he drinks; 071:12,221[A ]| So$3$ Learning which$6#1$ from Reason's Fountain springs, 071:12,222[A ]| Back to$4$ the source, some secret Channel brings. 071:12,223[A ]| It is happy when our Streams of Knowledge flow 071:12,224[A ]| To$9$ fill their banks, but not to$9$ overthrow. 071:12,225[A ]| \7Ut 7metit 7Autumnus 7fruges 7quas 7parturit 7A*Estas,\ 071:12,226[A ]| \7Sic 7Ortum 7Natura, 7dedit 7Deus 7his 7quoq; 7Finem.\ 071:13,000[' ]| <\TO HIS MISTRESS\> 071:13,001[A ]| Go, Love-born Accents of my dying Heart, 071:13,002[A ]| Steal into hers, and sweetly there impart 071:13,003[A ]| The boundless Love, with which$6#1$ my Soul does swell, 071:13,004[A ]| And all my sighs thee in$4$ soft Echoes tell: 071:13,005[A ]| But if her Heat does yet repugnant prove 071:13,006[A ]| To$4$ all the Blessings that$6#1$ attend my Love; 071:13,007[A ]| Tell her the Flames that$6#1$ animate my Soul, 071:13,008[A ]| Are pure, and bright, as those \Prometheus\ stole; 071:13,009[A ]| From Heaven, though not like$4$ his by$4$ theft, they come, 071:13,010[A ]| But a free Gift, by$4$ the eternal Doom. 071:13,011[A ]| How partial, cruel Fair one, are your Laws, 071:13,012[A ]| To$9$ reward the Effect, and yet condemn the Cause? 071:13,013[A ]| Condemn my Love, and yet commend my Lays, 071:13,014[A ]| That$6#2$ merits love more than these merit praise. 071:13,015[A ]| Yet I to$4$ you my Love and Verse submit, 071:13,016[A ]| Without your Smile, that$6#2$ Hope, and these want Wit. 071:13,017[A ]| For$3$ as some hold no$2$ colours are indeed, 071:13,018[A ]| But from Reflection of the Light proceed; 071:13,019[A ]| So$3$ as you shine, my Verse and I must live, 071:13,020[A ]| You can Salvation and Damnation give. 071:14,000[' ]| <\A SPEECH AGAINST PEACE AT THE\> 071:14,000[' ]| <\CLOSE COMMITTEE\> 071:14,000[' ]| 071:14,001[A ]| But will$1$ you now to$4$ Peace incline, 071:14,002[A ]| And languish in$4$ the main design, 071:14,003[A ]| And leave us in$4$ the lurch? 071:14,004[A ]| I would not Monarchy destroy, 071:14,005[A ]| But as the only way to$9$ enjoy 071:14,006[A ]| The ruin of the Church. 071:14,007[A ]| Is not the Bishop Bill denied, 071:14,008[A ]| And we still threatened to$9$ be tried? 071:14,009[A ]| You see the King's embraces. 071:14,010[A ]| Those Councels he approved before: 071:14,011[A ]| Nor doth he promise, which$6#1$ is more, 071:14,012[A ]| That$3$ we shall have their Places. 071:14,013[A ]| Did I for$4$ this bring in$4$ the \Scot\? 071:14,014[A ]| (For$3$ it is no$2$ Secret now) the Plot 071:14,015[A ]| Was \Sayes\ and mine together: 071:14,016[A ]| Did I for$4$ this return again, 071:14,017[A ]| And spend a Winter there in$4$ vain, 071:14,018[A ]| Once more to$9$ invite them hither? 071:14,019[A ]| Though more our Money than our Cause 071:14,020[A ]| Their Brotherly assistance draws, 071:14,021[A ]| My labour was not lost. 071:14,022[A ]| At my return I brought you thence 071:14,023[A ]| Necessity, their strong Pretence, 071:14,024[A ]| And these shall quit the cost. 071:14,025[A ]| Did I for$4$ this my County bring 071:14,026[A ]| To$9$ help their Knight against their King, 071:14,027[A ]| And raise the first Sedition? 071:14,028[A ]| Though I the business did decline, 071:14,029[A ]| Yet I contrived the whole Design, 071:14,030[A ]| And sent them their Petition. 071:14,031[A ]| So$5#1$ many nights spent in$4$ the City 071:14,032[A ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ invisible Committee; 071:14,033[A ]| The Wheel that$6#1$ governs all. 071:14,034[A ]| From thence the Change in$4$ Church and State, 071:14,035[A ]| And all the Mischiefs bear the date 071:14,036[A ]| From \Haberdashers'\ Hall. 071:14,037[A ]| Did we force \Ireland\ to$4$ despair, 071:14,038[A ]| Upon$4$ the King to$9$ cast the War, 071:14,039[A ]| To$9$ make the world abhor him: 071:14,040[A ]| Because the Rebels used his Name, 071:14,041[A ]| Though we ourselves can do the same, 071:14,042[A ]| While both alike were for$4$ him? 071:14,043[A ]| Then the same fire we kindled here 071:14,044[A ]| With that$6#2$ was given to$9$ quench it there, 071:14,045[A ]| And wisely lost that$6#2$ Nation: 071:14,046[A ]| To$9$ do as crafty Beggars use, 071:14,047[A ]| To$9$ maim themselves thereby to$9$ abuse 071:14,048[A ]| The simple man's compassion. 071:14,049[A ]| Have I so$5#1$ often passed between 071:14,050[A ]| \Windsor\ and \Westminster\ unseen, 071:14,051[A ]| And did myself divide: 071:14,052[A ]| To$9$ keep this Excellence in$4$ awe, 071:14,053[A ]| And give the Parliament the Law, 071:14,054[A ]| For$3$ they knew none beside? 071:14,055[A ]| Did I for$4$ this take pains to$9$ teach 071:14,056[A ]| Our zealous Ignorants to$9$ Preach, 071:14,057[A ]| And did their Lungs inspire, 071:14,058[A ]| Gave them their Text, set them their Parts, 071:14,059[A ]| And taught them all their little Arts, 071:14,060[A ]| To$9$ fling abroad the Fire? 071:14,061[A ]| Sometimes to$9$ beg, sometimes to$9$ threaten, 071:14,062[A ]| And say the Cavaliers are beaten, 071:14,063[A ]| To$9$ stroke the People's ears; 071:14,064[A ]| Then straight when Victory grows cheap, 071:14,065[A ]| And will$1$ no$2$ more advance the heap, 071:14,066[A ]| To$9$ raise the price of Fears. 071:14,067[A ]| And now the Books and now the Bells, 071:14,068[A ]| And now our Acts the Preacher tells, 071:14,069[A ]| To$9$ edify the People; 071:14,070[A ]| And our Divinity is News, 071:14,071[A ]| And we have made of equal use 071:14,072[A ]| The Pulpit and the Steeple. 071:14,073[A ]| And shall we kindle all this Flame 071:14,074[A ]| Only to$9$ put it out again, 071:14,075[A ]| And must we now give over, 071:14,076[A ]| And only end where we begun? 071:14,077[A ]| In$4$ vain this Mischief we have done, 071:14,078[A ]| If we can do no$2$ more. 071:14,079[A ]| If men in$4$ Peace can have their right, 071:14,080[A ]| Where is the necessity to$9$ fight, 071:14,081[A ]| That$6#1$ breaks both Law, and Oath? 071:14,082[A ]| They will$1$ say they fight not for$4$ the Cause, 071:14,083[A ]| Nor to$9$ defend the King and Laws, 071:14,084[A ]| But us against them both. 071:14,085[A ]| Either the cause at first was ill, 071:14,086[A ]| Or being good it is so$5#1$ still; 071:14,087[A ]| And thence they will$1$ infer, 071:14,088[A ]| That$3$ either now, or at the first 071:14,089[A ]| They were deceived; or which$6#1$ is worst, 071:14,090[A ]| That$3$ we ourselves may err. 071:14,091[A ]| But Plague and Famine will$1$ come in$5$, 071:14,092[A ]| For$3$ they and we are near of kin, 071:14,093[A ]| And can not go asunder: 071:14,094[A ]| But while the wicked starve, indeed 071:14,095[A ]| The Saints have ready at their need 071:14,096[A ]| God's Providence and Plunder. 071:14,097[A ]| Princes we are if we prevail, 071:14,098[A ]| And Gallant Villains if we fail, 071:14,099[A ]| When to$4$ our Fame it is told; 071:14,100[A ]| It will$1$ not be our least of praise, 071:14,101[A ]| Since a new State we could not raise, 071:14,102[A ]| To$9$ have destroyed the old. 071:14,103[A ]| Then let us stay and fight, and vote, 071:14,104[A ]| Till \London\ is not worth a Groat; 071:14,105[A ]| Oh it is a patient Beast! 071:14,106[A ]| When we have galled and tired the Mule, 071:14,107[A ]| And can no$2$ longer have the rule, 071:14,108[A ]| We will$1$ have the spoil at least. 071:15,000[' ]| <\TO THE FIVE MEMBERS OF THE HONOURABLE\> 071:15,000[' ]| <\HOUSE OF COMMONS.\> 071:15,000[' ]| <\THE HUMBLE PETITION OF THE POETS\> 071:15,001[A ]| After so$5#1$ many concurring Petitions 071:15,002[A ]| From all Ages and Sexes, and all conditions, 071:15,003[A ]| We come in$4$ the rear to$9$ present our Follies 071:15,004[A ]| To$4$ \Pym, Stroude, Heaslerig, H%\ and \H%\ 071:15,005[A ]| Though set form of \Prayer\ be an \Abomination\, 071:15,006[A ]| Set forms of \Petitions\ find great Approbation: 071:15,007[A ]| Therefore, as others from the bottom of their souls, 071:15,008[A ]| So$3$ we from the depth and bottom of our \Bowls\, 071:15,009[A ]| According unto the blessed form you have taught us, 071:15,010[A ]| We thank you first for$4$ the \Ills\ you have brought us, 071:15,011[A ]| For$4$ the \Good\ we receive we thank him that$6#1$ gave it, 071:15,012[A ]| And you for$4$ the Confidence only to$9$ crave it. 071:15,013[A ]| Next in$4$ course, we Complain of the great \violation\ 071:15,014[A ]| Of \Privilege\ (like$4$ the rest of our Nation) 071:15,015[A ]| But it is none of yours of which$6#1$ we have spoken 071:15,016[A ]| Which$6#1$ never had being, until they were broken: 071:15,017[A ]| But ours is a \Privilege\ Ancient and Native, 071:15,018[A ]| Hangs not on$4$ an \Ordinance\, or power \Legislative\. 071:15,019[A ]| And first, it is to$9$ speak whatever we please 071:15,020[A ]| Without fear of a \Prison\, or \Pursuivant's\ fees. 071:15,021[A ]| Next, that$3$ we only may \lie\ by$4$ Authority, 071:15,022[A ]| But in$4$ that$6#2$ also you have got the Priority. 071:15,023[A ]| Next, an old Custom, our Fathers did name it 071:15,024[A ]| \Poetical license\, and always did claim it. 071:15,025[A ]| By$4$ this we have power to$9$ change Age into Youth, 071:15,026[A ]| Turn \Non-sense\ to$4$ Sense, and Falsehood to$4$ Truth; 071:15,027[A ]| In$4$ brief, to$9$ make good whatsoever is faulty, 071:15,028[A ]| This art some \Poet\, or the \Devil\ has taught ye: 071:15,029[A ]| And this our Property you have invaded, 071:15,030[A ]| And a \Privilege\ of both Houses have made it: 071:15,031[A ]| But that$6#2$ trust above all in$4$ Poets reposed, 071:15,032[A ]| That$3$ \Kings\ by$4$ them only are made and Deposed, 071:15,033[A ]| This though you can not do, yet you are willing; 071:15,034[A ]| But when we undertake Deposing or Killing, 071:15,035[A ]| They are \Tyrants\ and \Monsters\, and yet then the Poet 071:15,036[A ]| Takes full Revenge on$4$ the Villains that$6#1$ do it: 071:15,037[A ]| And when we resume a \Sceptre\ or a \Crown\, 071:15,038[A ]| We are Modest, and seek not to$9$ make it our own. 071:15,039[A ]| But is it not presumption to$9$ write Verses to$4$ you, 071:15,040[A ]| Who$6#1$ make the better \Poems\ of the two? 071:15,041[A ]| For$3$ all those pretty Knacks you compose, 071:15,042[A ]| Alas, what are they but \Poems\ in$4$ prose? 071:15,043[A ]| And between those and ours there is no$2$ difference, 071:15,044[A ]| But that$3$ yours want the rhyme, the wit and the sense: 071:15,045[A ]| But for$4$ lying (the most noble part of a \Poet\) 071:15,046[A ]| You have it abundantly, and yourselves know it, 071:15,047[A ]| And though you are modest, and seem to$9$ abhor it, 071:15,048[A ]| It has done you good service, and thank \Hell\ for$4$ it: 071:15,049[A ]| Although the old Maxim remains still in$4$ force, 071:15,050[A ]| That$3$ a Sanctified Cause, must have a Sanctified Course. 071:15,051[A ]| If poverty be a part of our Trade, 071:15,052[A ]| So$5#1$ far the whole Kingdom \Poets\ you have made, 071:15,053[A ]| Nay even so$5#1$ far as undoing will$1$ do it, 071:15,054[A ]| You have made \King*Charles\ himself a Poet: 071:15,055[A ]| But provoke not his Muse, for$3$ all the world knows, 071:15,056[A ]| Already you have had too much of his \Prose\. 071:16,000[' ]| <\A WESTERN WONDER\> 071:16,001[A ]| Do you know, not a fortnight ago, 071:16,002[A ]| How they bragged of a Western wonder? 071:16,003[A ]| When a hundred and ten, slew five thousand men, 071:16,004[A ]| With the help of Lightning and Thunder. 071:16,005[A ]| There \Hopton\ was slain, again and again, 071:16,006[A ]| Or else my Author did lie; 071:16,007[A ]| With a new \Thanksgiving\, for$4$ the Dead who$6#1$ are living, 071:16,008[A ]| To$4$ God, and his Servant \Chidleigh\. 071:16,009[A ]| But now on$4$ which$6#1$ side was this Miracle tried, 071:16,010[A ]| I hope we at last are even; 071:16,011[A ]| For$3$ \Sir*Ralph\ and his Knaves, are risen from their Graves, 071:16,012[A ]| To$9$ Cudgel the Clowns of \Devon\. 071:16,013[A ]| And there \Stamford\ came, for$3$ his Honour was lame 071:16,014[A ]| Of the Gout three months together; 071:16,015[A ]| But it proved when they fought, but a running Gout, 071:16,016[A ]| For$3$ his heels were lighter than ever. 071:16,017[A ]| For$3$ now he out-runs his Arms and his Guns, 071:16,018[A ]| And leaves all his money behind him; 071:16,019[A ]| But they follow after, unless he take water 071:16,020[A ]| At \Plymouth\ again, they will$1$ find him. 071:16,021[A ]| What \Reading\ hath cost, and \Stamford\ hath lost, 071:16,022[A ]| Goes deep in$4$ the Sequestrations; 071:16,023[A ]| These wounds will$1$ not heal, with your new Great Seal, 071:16,024[A ]| Nor \Jepson's\ Declarations. 071:16,025[A ]| Now \Peters\, and \Case\, in$4$ our Prayer and Grace 071:16,026[A ]| Remember the new \Thanksgiving\; 071:16,027[A ]| \Isaac\ and his Wife, now dig for$4$ your life, 071:16,028[A ]| Or shortly you will$1$ dig for$4$ your living. 071:17,000[' ]| <\A SECOND WESTERN WONDER\> 071:17,001[A ]| You heard of that$6#2$ wonder, of the \Lightning\ and \Thunder\, 071:17,002[A ]| Which$6#1$ made the lie so$5#1$ much the louder; 071:17,003[A ]| Now list to$4$ another, that$6#2$ Miracle's Brother, 071:17,004[A ]| Which$6#1$ was done with a \Firkin of powder\. 071:17,005[A ]| Oh what a damp, it struck through the Camp! 071:17,006[A ]| But as for$4$ honest \Sir*Ralph\, 071:17,007[A ]| It blew him to$4$ the \Vies\, without beard, or eyes, 071:17,008[A ]| But at least three heads and a half. 071:17,009[A ]| When out came the book, which$6#1$ the \News-Monger\ took 071:17,010[A ]| From the \Preaching Lady's\ Letter, 071:17,011[A ]| Where in$4$ the first place, stood the \Conquerour's\ face, 071:17,012[A ]| Which$6#1$ made it shew much the better. 071:17,013[A ]| But now without lying, you may pain him flying, 071:17,014[A ]| At \Bristol\ they say you may find him 071:17,015[A ]| Great \William\ the \Con\ so$5#1$ fast he did run, 071:17,016[A ]| That$3$ he left half his name behind him. 071:17,017[A ]| And now came the Post, saves all that$6#1$ was lost, 071:17,018[A ]| But alas, we are past deceiving, 071:17,019[A ]| By$4$ a trick so$5#1$ stale, or else such a tale 071:17,020[A ]| Might amount to$4$ a new \Thanksgiving\. 071:17,021[A ]| This made \Mr%*Case\, with a pitiful face, 071:17,022[A ]| In$4$ the Pulpit to$9$ fall a*weeping, 071:17,023[A ]| Though his mouth uttered \lies, truth\ fell from his eyes, 071:17,024[A ]| Which$6#1$ kept the \Lord*Mayor\ from sleeping. 071:17,025[A ]| Now shut up$5$ shops, and spend your last drops, 071:17,026[A ]| For$4$ the Laws not your Cause, you that$6#1$ loath them, 071:17,027[A ]| Lest \Essex\ should start, and play the \Second part\, 071:17,027[A ]| Of \Worshipful Sir*John*Hotham\. 071:18,000[' ]| <\VERSES ON THE CAVALIERS IMPRISONED\> 071:18,000[' ]| <\IN 1655\> 071:18,001[A ]| Though the governing part can not find in$4$ their heart 071:18,002[A ]| To$9$ free the Imprisoned throng, 071:18,003[A ]| Yet I dare affirm, next Michaelmas terme 071:18,004[A ]| We will$1$ set them all out in$4$ a Song. 071:18,005[A ]| Then Marshall draw near let the Prisoners appear 071:18,006[A ]| And read us their treasons at large, 071:18,007[A ]| For$3$ men think it hard to$9$ lie under a Guard 071:18,008[A ]| Without any probable Charge. 071:18,009[A ]| Lord*Peter we wonder, what Crime he falls under, 071:18,010[A ]| Unless it be 7Legem*pone; 071:18,011[A ]| He has ended the Strife, betwixt him and his wife, 071:18,012[A ]| But now the State wants Alimony. 071:18,013[A ]| Since the whip is in$4$ the hand of another Command, 071:18,014[A ]| Lord*Maynard must have a smart jerk, 071:18,015[A ]| For$4$ the love that$6#1$ he bears to$4$ the new Cavaliers, 071:18,016[A ]| The Presbytery, and the Kirk. 071:18,017[A ]| Lord*Coventry is in$4$, but for$4$ what Loyal Sin, 071:18,018[A ]| His fellows can hardly gather, 071:18,019[A ]| Yet he ought to$9$ disburse, for$4$ the Seal and the Purse 071:18,020[A ]| Which$6#1$ were so$5#1$ long kept by$4$ his father. 071:18,021[A ]| Lord*Biron we know was accused of a Bow 071:18,022[A ]| Or of some other dangerous Plot 071:18,023[A ]| But he is no$2$ such fool, for$3$ then (by$4$ the rule) 071:18,024[A ]| His Bolt had been sooner shot. 071:18,025[A ]| Lord*Lucas is fast, and will$1$ be the Last 071:18,026[A ]| Because he is so$5#1$ learned a Peer. 071:18,027[A ]| His Law will$1$ not do it nor his Logic to$8$ boot, 071:18,028[A ]| Though he make the cause never so$5#1$ clear. 071:18,029[A ]| Lord*St*Johns indeed was presently freed 071:18,030[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ he may thank his wife, 071:18,031[A ]| She did promise and vow he was innocent now 071:18,032[A ]| And would be so$5#2$ all his life. 071:18,033[A ]| There is dainty Jack*Russell, that$6#1$ makes a great bustle 071:18,034[A ]| And bled three times in$4$ a day; 071:18,035[A ]| But a Caulier swore that$3$ he was to$9$ bleed more 071:18,036[A ]| Before he got clear away. 071:18,037[A ]| Sir*Fredericke*Cornwallis, without any malice 071:18,038[A ]| Who$6#1$ carries more guts than crimes, 071:18,039[A ]| Has the fortune to$9$ hit, and be counted a wit, 071:18,040[A ]| Which$6#1$ he could not in$4$ former times. 071:18,041[A ]| Ned*Progers looks pale, but what does he ail? 071:18,042[A ]| (For$3$ he diets with that$6#2$ fat Droll.) 071:18,043[A ]| He must dwindle at length, that$6#1$ spends all his strength 071:18,044[A ]| At the grill and the little hole. 071:18,045[A ]| We prisoners all pray, that$3$ brave Shirley may 071:18,046[A ]| Be gently assessed in$4$ your books, 071:18,047[A ]| Cause under the line, he has paid a good fine 071:18,048[A ]| To$4$ the poore Common-wealth of the Rooks. 071:18,049[A ]| Dicke*Nicols (they say) and Littleton stay 071:18,050[A ]| For$4$ the Governor's own delight; 071:18,051[A ]| One serves him with play, at Tennis by$4$ day, 071:18,052[A ]| And the other with smoking at night. 071:18,053[A ]| Jacke*Paston was quit, by$4$ his hand underwrit, 071:18,054[A ]| But his freedom he hardly enjoyed, 071:18,055[A ]| For$3$ as it is said, he drunk himself dead 071:18,056[A ]| On$4$ purpose to$9$ make his bond void. 071:18,057[A ]| Tom*Panton we think, is ready to$9$ sink 071:18,058[A ]| If his friends do not lend their hands; 071:18,059[A ]| Still lower he goes, and all men suppose 071:18,060[A ]| Be swallowed up$5$ in$4$ the quick sands. 071:18,061[A ]| For$4$ the rest not here named I would not be blamed, 071:18,062[A ]| As if they were scorned by$4$ our Lyric, 071:18,063[A ]| For$3$ Waller intends to$9$ use them as ends 071:18,064[A ]| To$9$ patch up$5$ his next Panegyric. 071:18,065[A ]| And now to$9$ conclude, I would not be rude, 071:18,066[A ]| Nor press into Reason of State, 071:18,067[A ]| But surely some cause besides the known laws 071:18,068[A ]| Has brought us unto this sad fate. 071:18,069[A ]| Must we pay the faults, of our Argonauts, 071:18,070[A ]| And suffer for$4$ other men's sins? 071:18,071[A ]| Cause like$4$ silly Geese they have missed of the fleece 071:18,072[A ]| Poor Prisoners are shorn to$4$ their skins. 071:18,073[A ]| Jamaica relations so$5#1$ tickle the nations, 071:18,074[A ]| And Venables looks so$5#1$ sullen 071:18,075[A ]| That$3$ everyone cries the design was as wise 071:18,076[A ]| As those that$6#1$ are framed at Cullen. 071:18,077[A ]| Let them turn but our Tax into paper and waxe 071:18,078[A ]| (As some able men have endeavoured) 071:18,079[A ]| And we shall not stand for$4$ notes of our hand; 071:18,080[A ]| They are sealed, and we are delivered. 071:18,081[A ]| Yet the Bonds they exact, destroy their own Act 071:18,082[A ]| Of pardon, which$6#1$ all men extol. 071:18,083[A ]| We thought we should be, good subjects and free, 071:18,084[A ]| But now we are Bondmen to$4$ Noll. 071:19,000[' ]| <\ON MR. \JOHN FLETCHERS \WORKS\> 071:19,001[A ]| So$3$ shall we joy, when all whom Beasts and Worms 071:19,002[A ]| Had turned to$4$ their own substances and forms, 071:19,003[A ]| Whom Earth to$4$ Earth, or Fire hath changed to$4$ Fire, 071:19,004[A ]| We shall behold more than at first entire; 071:19,005[A ]| As now we do, to$9$ see all thine thy own 071:19,006[A ]| In$4$ this thy Muse's Resurrection, 071:19,007[A ]| Whose scattered parts, from thy own race, more wounds 071:19,008[A ]| Hath suffered than \Acteon\ from his Hounds; 071:19,009[A ]| Which$6#1$ first their Brains, and then their Bellies fed, 071:19,010[A ]| And from their excrements new Poets bred. 071:19,011[A ]| But now thy Muse enraged from her Urn 071:19,012[A ]| Like$4$ Ghosts of Murdered bodies does return 071:19,013[A ]| To$9$ accuse the Murderers, to$9$ right the Stage, 071:19,014[A ]| And undeceive the long abused Age, 071:19,015[A ]| Which$6#1$ casts thy praise on$4$ them, to$4$ whom thy wit 071:19,016[A ]| Gives not more Gold than they give dross to$4$ it: 071:19,017[A ]| Who$6#1$ not content like$4$ Felons to$9$ Purloin, 071:19,018[A ]| Add treason to$4$ it, and debase thy Coin. 071:19,019[A ]| But whither am I strayed? I need not raise 071:19,020[A ]| Trophies to$4$ thee from other men's dispraise; 071:19,021[A ]| Nor is thy Fame on$4$ lesser ruins built, 071:19,022[A ]| Nor needs thy juster Title the foul guilt 071:19,023[A ]| Of Eastern Kings, who$6#1$ to$9$ secure their reign, 071:19,024[A ]| Must have their Brothers, Sons, and Kindred slain. 071:19,025[A ]| Then was wit's Empire at the Fatal height, 071:19,026[A ]| When labouring and sinking with its weight, 071:19,027[A ]| From thence a Thousand lesser Poets sprung 071:19,028[A ]| Like$4$ petty Princes from the fall of \Rome\; 071:19,029[A ]| When \Johnson, Shakespear\, and thyself did sit, 071:19,030[A ]| And swayed in$4$ the triumvirate of wit ~~ 071:19,031[A ]| Yet what from \Johnson's\ oil and sweat did flow, 071:19,032[A ]| Or what more easy Nature did bestow 071:19,033[A ]| On$4$ \Shakespear's\ gentler Muse, in$4$ thee full grown 071:19,034[A ]| Their graces both appear, yet so$5#2$, that$3$ none 071:19,035[A ]| Can say here Nature ends, and Art begins, 071:19,036[A ]| But mixed like$4$ the Elements and born like$4$ twins, 071:19,037[A ]| So$5#1$ interweaved, so$5#1$ like$5$, so$5#1$ much the same, 071:19,038[A ]| None, this mere Nature, that$6#2$ mere Art can name: 071:19,039[A ]| It was this the Ancients meant; Nature and Skill 071:19,040[A ]| Are the two tops of their \Parnassus\ Hill. 071:20,000[' ]| <\TO SIR\ RICHARD FANSHAW \UPON HIS\> 071:20,000[' ]| <\TRANSLATION OF\ PASTOR FIDO> 071:20,001[A ]| Such is our Pride, our Folly, or our Fate, 071:20,002[A ]| That$3$ few but such as can not write, Translate. 071:20,003[A ]| But what in$4$ them is want of Art, or voice, 071:20,004[A ]| In$4$ thee is either Modesty or Choice. 071:20,005[A ]| Whiles this great piece, restored by$4$ thee doth stand 071:20,006[A ]| Free from the blemish of an Artless hand. 071:20,007[A ]| Secure of Fame, thou justly dost esteem 071:20,008[A ]| Less honour to$9$ create, than to$9$ redeem. 071:20,009[A ]| Nor ought a Genius less than his that$6#1$ writ, 071:20,010[A ]| Attempt Translation; for$3$ transplanted wit, 071:20,011[A ]| All the defects of air and soil doth share, 071:20,012[A ]| And colder brains like$4$ colder Climates are: 071:20,013[A ]| In$4$ vain they toil, since nothing can beget 071:20,014[A ]| A vital spirit, but a vital heat. 071:20,015[A ]| That$6#2$ servile path thou nobly dost decline 071:20,016[A ]| Of tracing word by$4$ word, and line by$4$ line. 071:20,017[A ]| Those are the laboured births of slavish brains, 071:20,018[A ]| Not the effects of Poetry, by$4$ pains; 071:20,019[A ]| Cheap vulgar arts, whose narrowness affords 071:20,020[A ]| No$2$ flight for$4$ thoughts, but poorly sticks at words. 071:20,021[A ]| A new and nobler way thou dost pursue 071:20,022[A ]| To$9$ make Translations and Translators too. 071:20,023[A ]| They but preserve the Ashes, thou the Flame, 071:20,024[A ]| True to$4$ his sense, but truer to$4$ his fame. 071:20,025[A ]| Fording his current, where thou findest it low 071:20,026[A ]| Lettest in$4$ thine own to$9$ make it rise and flow; 071:20,027[A ]| Wisely restoring whatsoever grace 071:20,028[A ]| It lost by$4$ change of Times, or Tongues, or Place. 071:20,029[A ]| Nor fettered to$4$ his Numbers, and his Times, 071:20,030[A ]| Betrayest his Music to$4$ unhappy Rhymes, 071:20,031[A ]| Nor are the nerves of his compacted strength 071:20,032[A ]| Stretched and dissolved into unsinewed length: 071:20,033[A ]| Yet after all, (lest we should think it thine) 071:20,034[A ]| Thy spirit to$4$ his circle dost confine. 071:20,035[A ]| New names, new dressings, and the modern cast, 071:20,036[A ]| Some Scenes some persons altered, had out-faced 071:20,037[A ]| The world, it were thy work; for$3$ we have known 071:20,038[A ]| Some thanked and praised for$4$ what was less their own. 071:20,039[A ]| That$6#2$ Master's hand which$6#1$ to$4$ the life can trace 071:20,040[A ]| The airs, the lines, and features of a face, 071:20,041[A ]| May with a free and bolder stroke express 071:20,042[A ]| A varied posture, or a flattering Dress; 071:20,043[A ]| He could have made those like$5$, who$6#1$ made the rest, 071:20,044[A ]| But that$3$ he knew his own design was best. 071:21,000[' ]| <\AN ELEGIE UPON THE DEATH OF THE\> 071:21,000[' ]| 071:21,001[A ]| Reader, preserve thy peace: those busy eyes 071:21,002[A ]| Will$1$ weep at their own sad Discoveries; 071:21,003[A ]| When every line they add, improves thy loss, 071:21,004[A ]| Till having viewed the whole, they sum a Cross, 071:21,005[A ]| Such as derides thy Passion's best relief, 071:21,006[A ]| And scorns the succours of thy easy Grief. 071:21,007[A ]| Yet lest thy Ignorance betray thy name 071:21,008[A ]| Of Man and Pious; read, and mourn: the shame 071:21,009[A ]| Of an exemption from just sense, doth show 071:21,010[A ]| Irrational, beyond excessive Woe. 071:21,011[A ]| Since Reason then can privilege a Tear, 071:21,012[A ]| Manhood, uncensured, pay that$6#2$ Tribute here 071:21,013[A ]| Upon$4$ this Noble Urn. Here, here remains 071:21,014[A ]| Dust far more precious than in$4$ \India's\ veins: 071:21,015[A ]| Within these cold embraces ravished lies 071:21,016[A ]| That$6#2$ which$6#1$ completes the Age's Tyrannies; 071:21,017[A ]| Who$6#1$ weak to$4$ such another Ill appear: 071:21,018[A ]| For$3$, what destroys our Hope, secures our Fear. 071:21,019[A ]| What Sin unexpiated in$4$ this Land 071:21,020[A ]| Of Groans, hath guided so$5#1$ severe a hand? 071:21,021[A ]| The late Great Victim that$6#1$ your Altars knew, 071:21,022[A ]| You angry gods, might have excused this new 071:21,023[A ]| Oblation; and have spared one lofty Light 071:21,024[A ]| Of Virtue, to$9$ inform our steps aright: 071:21,025[A ]| By$4$ whose Example good, condemned we 071:21,026[A ]| Might have run on$5$ to$4$ kinder Destiny. 071:21,027[A ]| But as the Leader of the Herd fell first, 071:21,028[A ]| A Sacrifice to$9$ quench the raging thirst 071:21,029[A ]| Of inflamed Vengeance for$4$ past Crimes: so$3$ none 071:21,030[A ]| But this white fat Youngling could atone, 071:21,031[A ]| By$4$ his untimely Fate, that$6#2$ impious Stroke 071:21,032[A ]| That$6#1$ sullied Earth, and did Heaven's pity choke. 071:21,033[A ]| Let it suffice for$4$ us, that$3$ we have lost, 071:21,034[A ]| In$4$ Him, more than the widowed World can boast 071:21,035[A ]| In$4$ any lump of her remaining Clay. 071:21,036[A ]| Fair as the grey-eyed Morn, He was: the Day, 071:21,037[A ]| Youthful, and climbing upwards still, imparts 071:21,038[A ]| No$2$ haste like$4$ that$6#2$ of his increasing Parts: 071:21,039[A ]| Like$4$ the Meridian-beam, his Virtue's light 071:21,040[A ]| Was seen; as full of comfort, and as bright. 071:21,041[A ]| Ah that$3$ that$6#2$ Noon had been as fixed as clear! But He, 071:21,042[A ]| That$6#1$ only wanted Immortality 071:21,043[A ]| To$9$ make him perfect, now submits to$4$ night; 071:21,044[A ]| In$4$ the black bosom of whose sable Spite, 071:21,045[A ]| He leaves a cloud of Flesh behinde, and flies, 071:21,046[A ]| Refined, all Ray and Glory, to$4$ the Skies. 071:21,047[A ]| Great \saint\ shine there in$4$ an eternal Sphere, 071:21,048[A ]| And tell those Powers to$4$ whom thou now drawest neer, 071:21,049[A ]| That$3$ by$4$ our trembling Sense, in$4$ \Hastings\ dead, 071:21,050[A ]| Their Anger, and our ugly Faults, are read: 071:21,051[A ]| The short lines of whose Life did to$4$ our eyes, 071:21,052[A ]| Their Love and Majesty epitomize. 071:21,053[A ]| Tell them whose stern Decrees impose our Laws, 071:21,054[A ]| The feasted Grave may close her hollow Jaws. 071:21,055[A ]| Though Sin search Nature, to$9$ provide her here 071:21,056[A ]| A second Entertainment half so$5#1$ dear; 071:21,057[A ]| She will$1$ never meet a Plenty like$4$ this Hearse, 071:21,058[A ]| Till Time present her with the Universe. 071:22,000[' ]| 071:22,000[' ]| 071:22,001[A ]| If \England's\ bleeding story may transmit 071:22,002[A ]| One Renowned Name to$4$ Time, Yours must be it: 071:22,003[A ]| Who$6#1$ with such Art dost heal, that$3$ we resound, 071:22,004[A ]| Next to$4$ our Cure, the glory of our Wound. 071:22,005[A ]| Thou savest three shattered KINGDOMS' gasping Life, 071:22,006[A ]| Yet from our desperate Gangrene keepest thy Knife. 071:22,007[A ]| And though each searching Weapon rallied stand, 071:22,008[A ]| And all Fate's keen Artillery wait at hand: 071:22,009[A ]| Thou curbest those Terrors from inflicting harms; 071:22,010[A ]| Swords are Thy Instruments, but not Thy Arms. 071:22,011[A ]| Thou with Thy Pause and Treaty routest Thy Foes; 071:22,012[A ]| And Thy tame Conference a Conquest grows. 071:22,013[A ]| With the Great \Fabius\ then advance Thy Bays, 071:22,014[A ]| Who$6#1$ sinking \Rome\ restored by$4$ wise Delays. 071:22,015[A ]| Let other victors count their Dead, and lay 071:22,016[A ]| Sad Wreaths of conscious Laurel, where they slay, 071:22,017[A ]| Whilst thou alone Dry Trophies dost assume; 071:22,018[A ]| They know to$9$ Kill, but Thou to$9$ Overcome. 071:22,019[A ]| Hence, though some foaming spleens and working hates 071:22,020[A ]| Make Thee the \Sampson\ to$4$ our Cities' Gates; 071:22,021[A ]| At length Thou introducest cooler Votes, 071:22,022[A ]| To$9$ be the temper to$4$ impetuous Throats. 071:22,023[A ]| Choosing that$6#2$ safe Sobriety of thy way, 071:22,024[A ]| Not to$9$ Eject their fury, but Allay. 071:22,025[A ]| With like$5$ inspired Prudence didst Thou guide 071:22,026[A ]| Thy doubtful Answers, when their fears applyed 071:22,027[A ]| Their subtlest Emissaries to$9$ disclose, 071:22,028[A ]| Which$6#1$ struggling Cause thy Courage would oppose. 071:22,029[A ]| When though Thy innocent breast resolved stood 071:22,030[A ]| The steady Bulwark of the General Good; 071:22,031[A ]| Thy then unripe Affairs left them such scope, 071:22,032[A ]| That$3$ who$6#1$ deserved no$2$ help, might still have hope. 071:22,033[A ]| The Superstitious thus returned of old 071:22,034[A ]| From their consulted Oracles, that$6#1$ unfold 071:22,035[A ]| Two-handed Fates, which$6#1$ when they false appear, 071:22,036[A ]| \Delphos\ spoke true, false the Interpreter. 071:22,037[A ]| \Apollo's\ awful Tripos would not lie, 071:22,038[A ]| Yet the Receivers' sense might mis-apply. 071:22,039[A ]| So$3$ thy Consultors from their proud hopes fell: 071:22,040[A ]| They gave Delusion, Thou gavest Oracle. 071:22,041[A ]| Hence secret trains and snares Thy steps pursue; 071:22,042[A ]| So$5#1$ dangerous amongst the False it is to$9$ be True. 071:22,043[A ]| Return, Return! and shroud Thy envied Name, 071:22,044[A ]| In$4$ those glad Roofs thy sole Arms screened from flame. 071:22,045[A ]| Thus threatened \TROY\ no$2$ stronger Fortress seeks 071:22,046[A ]| Than her \Palladium\, against the treacherous \Greeks\. 071:22,047[A ]| And that$6#2$ \Palladium\ never was seen no$2$ more, 071:22,048[A ]| When once by$4$ Rapine from the Temple tore. 071:22,049[A ]| What she to$4$ \Troy, Troy\ did to$4$ her become, 071:22,050[A ]| And was the \Pallas\ to$4$ \Palladium\. 071:22,051[A ]| Thence did their mutual Protections start; 071:22,052[A ]| Together both, neither were safe apart. 071:22,053[A ]| So$3$ Thou without Us safe canst hardly be, 071:22,054[A ]| And we despise all safety without Thee. 071:22,055[A ]| Return, Return! Enshrine Thy Glories here; 071:22,056[A ]| Thou, whom both Seas and Shore do love and fear. 071:22,057[A ]| Amidst Triumphs great, like$4$ those, Thy Valor stood, 071:22,058[A ]| Whilst \Holland's\ faithless Gore did stain the Floud: 071:22,059[A ]| When Thy bold Shot made their proud Vessels creep, 071:22,060[A ]| And cleanse their guilty Navy in$4$ the Deep. 071:22,061[A ]| Let Land and Waters yet thy Deeds proclaime, 071:22,062[A ]| Till Nature mints more Elements for$4$ Thy FAME. 071:23,000[' ]| 071:23,000[' ]| <\HIS DEATH AND BURIAL AMONGST THE ANCIENT POETS\> 071:23,001[A ]| Old \Chaucer\, like$4$ the morning Star, 071:23,002[A ]| To$4$ us discovers day from far, 071:23,003[A ]| His light those Mists and Clouds dissolved, 071:23,004[A ]| Which$6#1$ our dark Nation long involved; 071:23,005[A ]| But he descending to$4$ the shades, 071:23,006[A ]| Darkness again the Age invades. 071:23,007[A ]| Next (like$4$ \Aurora\) \Spencer\ rose, 071:23,008[A ]| Whose purple blush the day foreshows; 071:23,009[A ]| The other three, with his own fires, 071:23,010[A ]| \Pho*ebus\, the Poet's God, inspires; 071:23,011[A ]| By$4$ \Shakespear's, Johnson's, Fletcher's\ lines, 071:23,012[A ]| Our Stage's lustre \Rome's\ outshines: 071:23,013[A ]| These Poets near our Princes sleep, 071:23,014[A ]| And in$4$ one Grave their Mansion keep; 071:23,015[A ]| They lived to$9$ see so$5#1$ many days, 071:23,016[A ]| Till time had blasted all their Bays: 071:23,017[A ]| But cursed be the fatal hour 071:23,018[A ]| That$6#1$ plucked the fairest, sweetest flower 071:23,019[A ]| That$6#1$ in$4$ the Muses' Garden grew, 071:23,020[A ]| And amongst withered Laurels threw. 071:23,021[A ]| Time, which$6#1$ made them their Fame outlive, 071:23,022[A ]| To$4$ \Cowly\ scarce did ripeness give. 071:23,023[A ]| Old Mother Wit, and Nature gave 071:23,024[A ]| \Shakespear\ and \Fletcher\ all they have; 071:23,025[A ]| In$4$ \Spencer\, and in$4$ \Johnson\, Art, 071:23,026[A ]| Of slower Nature got the start; 071:23,027[A ]| But both in$4$ him so$5#1$ equal are, 071:23,028[A ]| None knows which$6#1$ bears the happiest share; 071:23,029[A ]| To$4$ him no$2$ Author was unknown, 071:23,030[A ]| Yet what he wrote was all his own; 071:23,031[A ]| He melted not the ancient Gold, 071:23,032[A ]| Nor with \Ben*Johnson\ did make bold 071:23,033[A ]| To$9$ plunder all the \Roman\ stores 071:23,034[A ]| Of Poets, and of Orators: 071:23,035[A ]| \Horace\ his wit, and \Virgil's\ state, 071:23,036[A ]| He did not steal, but emulate, 071:23,037[A ]| And when he would like$4$ them appear, 071:23,038[A ]| Their Garb, but not their Clothes, did wear: 071:23,039[A ]| He not from \Rome\ alone, but \Greece\, 071:23,040[A ]| Like$4$ \Jason\ brought the Golden Fleece; 071:23,041[A ]| To$4$ him that$6#2$ Language (though to$4$ none 071:23,042[A ]| Of the others) as his own was known. 071:23,043[A ]| On$4$ a stiff gale (as \Flaccus\ sings) 071:23,044[A ]| The \Theban\ Swan extends his wings, 071:23,045[A ]| When through the a*etherial Clouds he flies, 071:23,046[A ]| To$4$ the same pitch our Swan doth rise; 071:23,047[A ]| Old \Pindar's\ flights by$4$ him are reached, 071:23,048[A ]| When on$4$ that$6#2$ gale his wings are stretched; 071:23,049[A ]| His fancy and his judgment such, 071:23,050[A ]| Each to$4$ the other seemed too much, 071:23,051[A ]| His severe judgment (giving Law) 071:23,052[A ]| His modest fancy kept in$4$ awe: 071:23,053[A ]| As rigid Husbands jealous are, 071:23,054[A ]| When they believe their Wives too fair. 071:23,055[A ]| His English stream so$5#1$ pure did flow, 071:23,056[A ]| As all that$6#1$ saw, and tasted, know. 071:23,057[A ]| But for$4$ his Latin vein, so$5#1$ clear, 071:23,058[A ]| Strong, full, and high it doth appear, 071:23,059[A ]| That$3$ were immortal \Virgil\ here, 071:23,060[A ]| Him, for$4$ his judge, he would not fear; 071:23,061[A ]| Of that$6#2$ great Portraiture, so$5#1$ true 071:23,062[A ]| A Copy Pencil never drew. 071:23,063[A ]| My Muse her Song had ended here, 071:23,064[A ]| But both their Genii strait appear, 071:23,065[A ]| Joy and amazement her did strike, 071:23,066[A ]| Two Twins she never saw so$5#1$ like$5$. 071:23,067[A ]| It was taught by$4$ wise \Pythagoras\, 071:23,068[A ]| One Soul might through more Bodies pass; 071:23,069[A ]| Seeing such Transmigration here, 071:23,070[A ]| She thought it not a Fable there. 071:23,071[A ]| Such a resemblance of all parts, 071:23,072[A ]| Life, Death, Age, Fortune, Nature, Arts, 071:23,073[A ]| Then lights her Torch at theirs, to$9$ tell, 071:23,074[A ]| And shew the world this Parallel, 071:23,075[A ]| Fixed and contemplative their looks, 071:23,076[A ]| Still turning over Nature's Books: 071:23,077[A ]| Their works chaste, moral, and divine, 071:23,078[A ]| Where profit and delight combine; 071:23,079[A ]| They guiding dirt, in$4$ noble verse 071:23,080[A ]| Rustic Philosophy rehearse; 071:23,081[A ]| When Heroes, Gods, or God-like Kings 071:23,082[A ]| They praise, on$4$ their exalted wings, 071:23,083[A ]| To$4$ the Celestial orbs they climb, 071:23,084[A ]| And with the Harmonious spheres keep time; 071:23,085[A ]| Nor did their actions fall behind 071:23,086[A ]| Their words, but with like$2$ candour shined, 071:23,087[A ]| Each drew fair Characters, yet none 071:23,088[A ]| Of these they feigned, excels their own; 071:23,089[A ]| Both by$4$ two generous Princes loved, 071:23,090[A ]| Who$6#1$ knew, and judged what they approved: 071:23,091[A ]| Yet having each the same desire, 071:23,092[A ]| Both from the busy throng retire, 071:23,093[A ]| Their Bodies to$4$ their Minds resigned, 071:23,094[A ]| Cared not to$9$ propagate their Kind: 071:23,095[A ]| Yet though both fell before their hour, 071:23,096[A ]| Time on$4$ their off-spring hath no$2$ power, 071:23,097[A ]| Nor fire, nor fate their Bays shall blast, 071:23,098[A ]| Nor Death's dark veil their day overcast. 071:24,000[' ]| <\ON THE EARL OF\ STRAFFORD'S \TRYAL\> 071:24,000[' ]| <\AND DEATH\> 071:24,001[A ]| Great \Strafford\! worthy of that$6#2$ Name, though all 071:24,002[A ]| Of thee could be forgotten, but thy fall, 071:24,003[A ]| Crushed by$4$ Imaginary Treason's weight, 071:24,004[A ]| Which$6#1$ too much Merit did accumulate: 071:24,005[A ]| As Chymists Gold from Brass by$4$ fire would draw, 071:24,006[A ]| Pretexts are into Treason forged by$4$ Law. 071:24,007[A ]| His Wisdom such, at once it did appear 071:24,008[A ]| Three Kingdoms wonder, and three Kingdoms fear; 071:24,009[A ]| Whilst single he stood forth, and seemed, although 071:24,010[A ]| Each had an Army, as an equal Foe. 071:24,011[A ]| Such was his force of Eloquence, to$9$ make 071:24,012[A ]| The Hearers more concerned than he that$6#1$ spake; 071:24,013[A ]| Each seemed to$9$ act that$6#2$ part, he came to$9$ see, 071:24,014[A ]| And none was more a looker*on than he: 071:24,015[A ]| So$3$ did he move our passion, some were known 071:24,016[A ]| To$9$ wish for$4$ the defence, the Crime their own. 071:24,017[A ]| Now private pity strove with public hate, 071:24,018[A ]| Reason with Rage, and Eloquence with Fate: 071:24,019[A ]| Now they could him, if he could them forgive; 071:24,020[A ]| He is not too guilty, but too wise to$9$ live; 071:24,021[A ]| Less seem those Facts which$6#1$ Treason's Nick-name bore, 071:24,022[A ]| Than such a feared ability for$4$ more. 071:24,023[A ]| They after death their fears of him express. 071:24,024[A ]| His Innocence, and their own guilt confess. 071:24,025[A ]| Their Legislative Frenzy they repent; 071:24,026[A ]| Enacting it should make no$2$ Precedent. 071:24,027[A ]| This Fate he could have scaped, but would not lose 071:24,028[A ]| Honour for$4$ Life, but rather nobly chose 071:24,029[A ]| Death from their fears, than safety from his own, 071:24,030[A ]| That$3$ his last Action all the rest might crown. 071:25,000[' ]| 071:25,000[' ]| 071:25,000[' ]| 071:25,001[A ]| What mighty Gale hath raised a flight so$5#1$ strong? 071:25,002[A ]| So$5#1$ high above all vulgar eyes? so$5#1$ long? 071:25,003[A ]| One single rapture, scarce itself confines, 071:25,004[A ]| Within the limits, of four thousand lines, 071:25,005[A ]| And yet I hope to$9$ see this noble heat 071:25,006[A ]| Continue, till it makes the piece complete, 071:25,007[A ]| That$3$ to$4$ the latter Age it may descend, 071:25,008[A ]| And to$4$ the end of time, its beams extend, 071:25,009[A ]| When Poesie joins profit, with delight, 071:25,010[A ]| Her Images, should be most exquisite, 071:25,011[A ]| Since man to$4$ that$6#2$ perfection can not rise, 071:25,012[A ]| Of always virtuous, fortunate, and wise: 071:25,013[A ]| Therefore, the patterns man should imitate, 071:25,014[A ]| Above the life our Masters should create. 071:25,015[A ]| Herein, if we consult with \Greece\, and \Rome\, 071:25,016[A ]| \Greece\ (as in$4$ war) by$4$ \Rome\ was overcome, 071:25,017[A ]| Though mighty raptures, we in$4$ \Homer\ find, 071:25,018[A ]| Yet like$4$ himself, his Characters were blind: 071:25,019[A ]| \Virgil's\ sublimed eyes not only gazed, 071:25,020[A ]| But his sublimed thoughts to$4$ heaven were raised. 071:25,021[A ]| Who$6#1$ reads the Honors, which$6#1$ he paid the Gods 071:25,022[A ]| Would think he had beheld their blessed abodes, 071:25,023[A ]| And that$3$ his Hero, might accomplished be, 071:25,024[A ]| From divine blood, he draws his Pedigree, 071:25,025[A ]| From that$6#2$ great Judge your Judgment takes its law, 071:25,026[A ]| And by$4$ the best Original, does draw 071:25,027[A ]| \Bonduca's\ Honor, with those Heroes time 071:25,028[A ]| Had in$4$ oblivion wrapped, his saucy crime, 071:25,029[A ]| To$4$ them and to$4$ your Nation you are just, 071:25,030[A ]| In$4$ raising up$5$ their glories from the dust, 071:25,031[A ]| And to$4$ Old \England\ you that$6#2$ right have done, 071:25,032[A ]| To$9$ shew, no$2$ story nobler, than her own. 071:26,000[' ]| <\ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JUDGE CROOKE\> 071:26,001[A ]| This was the Man! the Glory of the Gown 071:26,002[A ]| Just to$4$ Himself, his Country and the Crown! 071:26,003[A ]| The Atlas of our Liberty; as high 071:26,004[A ]| In$4$ this own Fame as others' Infamy. 071:26,005[A ]| Great by$4$ his virtues, great by$4$ others' Crimes, 071:26,006[A ]| The best of Judges in$4$ the Worst of Times. 071:26,007[A ]| He was the first who$6#1$ happily did sound 071:26,008[A ]| Unfathomed Royalty and felt the Ground; 071:26,009[A ]| Yet happier to$9$ behold that$6#2$ dawning Ray, 071:26,010[A ]| Shot from himself, become a perfect Day; 071:26,011[A ]| To$9$ hear his Judgment so$5#1$ authentic grown, 071:26,012[A ]| The Kingdom's voice the Echo to$4$ his own. 071:26,013[A ]| Nor did he speak, but live the Laws; although 071:26,014[A ]| From his sage Mouth grave oracles did flow, 071:26,015[A ]| Who$6#1$ knew his Life Maxims might thence derive 071:26,016[A ]| Such as the Law to$4$ Law itself might give. 071:26,017[A ]| Who$6#1$ saw him on$4$ the Bench would think the name 071:26,018[A ]| Of Friendship or Affection never came 071:26,019[A ]| Within his thoughts: who$6#1$ saw him thence might know 071:26,020[A ]| He never had nor could deserve a Foe; 071:26,021[A ]| Only assuming Rigor with his Gown, 071:26,022[A ]| And with his Purple laid his Rigor down. 071:26,023[A ]| Him nor Respect nor Disrespect could move; 071:26,024[A ]| He knew no$2$ Anger, nor his Place no$2$ Love. 071:26,025[A ]| So$5#1$ mixed the Stream of all his Actions ran, 071:26,026[A ]| So$5#1$ much a Judge so$5#1$ much a Gentleman; 071:26,027[A ]| Who$6#1$ durst be just when justice was a crime, 071:26,028[A ]| Yet durst no$2$ more even in$4$ too just a Time; 071:26,029[A ]| Not hurried by$4$ the highest Mover's force 071:26,030[A ]| Against his proper and resolved course; 071:26,031[A ]| But when our World did turn, so$5#1$ kept his Ground 071:26,032[A ]| He seemed the Axe on$4$ which$6#1$ the Wheel went round. 071:26,033[A ]| Whose Zeal was warm when all to$4$ Ice did turn, 071:26,034[A ]| Yet was but warm when all the World did burn. 071:26,035[A ]| No$2$ ague in$4$ Religion ever inclined 071:26,036[A ]| To$4$ this or that$6#2$ Extreme his fixed Mind. 071:26,037[A ]| Rest, happy Soul, till the World's last assize, 071:26,038[A ]| When called by$4$ thy Creator thou shalt rise, 071:26,039[A ]| With thy Redeemer in$4$ Commission joined 071:26,040[A ]| To$9$ sit upon$4$ the Clouds and judge Mankind. 072:28,000[' ]| 072:28,000[' ]| <\THE\ 12TH \OF\ HOMER> 072:28,001[' ]| Thus to$4$ \Glaucus\ spake 072:28,002[' ]| Divine \Sarpedon\, since he did not find 072:28,003[' ]| Others as great in$4$ Place, as great in$4$ Mind. 072:28,004[B ]| Above the rest, why is our Pomp, our Power? 072:28,005[B ]| Our flocks, our herds, and our possessions more? 072:28,006[B ]| Why all the Tributes Land and Sea affords 072:28,007[B ]| Heaped in$4$ great Chargers, load our sumptuous boards? 072:28,008[B ]| Our cheerful Guests carouse the sparkling tears 072:28,009[B ]| Of the rich Grape, whilst Music, charms their ears. 072:28,010[B ]| Why as we pass, do those on$4$ \Xanthus'\ shore, 072:28,011[B ]| As Gods behold us, and as Gods adore? 072:28,012[B ]| But that$3$ as well in$4$ danger, as degree, 072:28,013[B ]| We stand the first; that$3$ when our \Lycians\ see 072:28,014[B ]| Our brave examples, they admiring say, 072:28,015[B ]| Behold our Gallant Leaders! These are They 072:28,016[B ]| Deserve the Greatness; and un-envied stand: 072:28,017[B ]| Since what they act, transcends what they command. 072:28,018[B ]| Could the declining of this Fate (oh friend) 072:28,019[B ]| Our Date to$4$ Immortality extend? 072:28,020[B ]| Or if Death sought not them, who$6#1$ seek not Death, 072:28,021[B ]| Would I advance? Or should my vainer breath 072:28,022[B ]| With such a glorious Folly thee inspire? 072:28,023[B ]| But since with Fortune Nature doth conspire, 072:28,024[B ]| Since Age, Disease, or some less noble End, 072:28,025[B ]| Though not less certain, doth our days attend; 072:28,026[B ]| Since it is decreed, and to$4$ this period lead, 072:28,027[B ]| A thousand ways the noblest path we will$1$ tread; 072:28,028[B ]| And bravely on$5$, till they, or we, or all, 072:28,029[B ]| A common Sacrifice to$4$ Honour fall. 072:29,000[' ]| <\MARTIAL.\ EPIGRAM> 072:29,000[' ]| <\OUT OF AN EPIGRAM OF\ MARTIAL> 072:29,001[A ]| Prithee die and set me free, 072:29,002[A ]| Or else be 072:29,003[A ]| Kind and brisk, and gay like$4$ me; 072:29,004[A ]| I pretend not to$4$ the wise ones, 072:29,005[A ]| To$4$ the grave, to$4$ the grave, 072:29,006[A ]| Or the precise ones. 072:29,007[A ]| It is not Cheeks, nor Lips nor Eyes, 072:29,008[A ]| That$6#1$ I prize, 072:29,009[A ]| Quick Conceits, or sharp Replies, 072:29,010[A ]| If wise thou wilt appear, and knowing, 072:29,011[A ]| \Repartie, Repartie\ 072:29,012[A ]| To$4$ what I am doing. 072:29,013[A ]| Prithee why the Room so$5#1$ dark? 072:29,014[A ]| Not a Spark 072:29,015[A ]| Left to$9$ light me to$4$ the mark; 072:29,016[A ]| I love day-light and a candle, 072:29,017[A ]| And to$9$ see, and to$9$ see, 072:29,018[A ]| As well as handle. 072:29,019[A ]| Why so$5#1$ many Bolts and Locks, 072:29,020[A ]| Coats and Smocks, 072:29,021[A ]| And those Drawers with a Pox? 072:29,022[A ]| I could wish, could Nature make it, 072:29,023[A ]| Nakedness, Nakedness 072:29,024[A ]| Itself were naked. 072:29,025[A ]| But if a Mistress I must have, 072:29,026[A ]| Wise and grave, 072:29,027[A ]| Let her so$5#2$ herself behave 072:29,028[A ]| All the day long \Susan\ Civil, 072:29,029[A ]| Pap by$4$ night, pap by$4$ night 072:29,030[A ]| Or such a Divel. 072:30,000[' ]| <\THE PASSION OF\ DIDO \FOR\ A*ENEAS> 072:30,001[' ]| Having at large declared \Jove's\ Embassy, 072:30,002[' ]| \Cyllenius\ from \A*Eneas\ straight doth fly; 072:30,003[' ]| He loth to$9$ disobey the God's command, 072:30,004[' ]| Nor willing to$9$ forsake his pleasant Land, 072:30,005[' ]| Ashamed the kind \Eliza\ to$9$ deceive, 072:30,006[' ]| But more afraid to$9$ take a solemn leave; 072:30,007[' ]| He many ways his labouring thoughts revolves, 072:30,008[' ]| But fear over-coming shame, at last resolves 072:30,009[' ]| (Instructed by$4$ the God of Thieves) to$9$ steal 072:30,010[' ]| Himself away, and his escape conceal. 072:30,011[' ]| He calls his Captains, bids them Rig the Fleet, 072:30,012[' ]| That$3$ at the Port they privately should meet; 072:30,013[' ]| And some dissembled colour to$9$ project, 072:30,014[' ]| That$3$ \Dido\ should not their design suspect; 072:30,015[' ]| But all in$4$ vain he did his Plot disguise: 072:30,016[' ]| No$2$ Art a watchful Lover can surprise. 072:30,017[' ]| She the first motion finds; Love though most sure, 072:30,018[' ]| Yet always to$4$ itself seems unsecure; 072:30,019[' ]| That$6#2$ wicked Fame which$6#1$ their first Love proclaimed, 072:30,020[' ]| Fore-tells the end; The Queen with rage inflamed 072:30,021[' ]| Thus greets him, 072:30,021[B ]| thou dissembler wouldst thou fly 072:30,022[B ]| Out of my arms by$4$ stealth perfidiously? 072:30,023[B ]| Could not the hand I plighted, nor the Love, 072:30,024[B ]| Nor thee the Fate of dying \Dido\ move? 072:30,025[B ]| And in$4$ the depth of Winter in$4$ the night, 072:30,026[B ]| Dark as thy black designs to$9$ take thy flight, 072:30,027[B ]| To$9$ plow the raging Seas to$4$ Coasts unknown, 072:30,028[B ]| The Kingdom thou pretendest to$4$ not thine own; 072:30,029[B ]| Were \Troy\ restored, thou shouldst mistrust a wind 072:30,030[B ]| False as thy Vows, and as thy heart unkind. 072:30,031[B ]| Fliest thou from me? by$4$ these dear drops of brine 072:30,032[B ]| I thee adjure, by$4$ that$6#2$ right hand of thine, 072:30,033[B ]| By$4$ our Espousals, by$4$ our Marriage-bed, 072:30,034[B ]| If all my kindness ought have merited; 072:30,035[B ]| If ever I stood fair in$4$ thy esteem, 072:30,036[B ]| From ruin, me, and my lost house redeem. 072:30,037[B ]| Can not my Prayers a free acceptance find? 072:30,038[B ]| Nor my Tears soften an obdurate mind? 072:30,039[B ]| My Fame of Chastity, by$4$ which$6#1$ the Skies 072:30,040[B ]| I reached before, by$4$ thee extinguished dies; 072:30,041[B ]| Into my Borders now \Iarbus\ falls, 072:30,042[B ]| And my revengeful Brother scales my walls; 072:30,043[B ]| The wild \Numidians\ will$1$ advantage take, 072:30,044[B ]| For$4$ thee both \Tyre\ and \Carthage\ me forsake. 072:30,045[B ]| Hadst thou before thy flight but left with me 072:30,046[B ]| A young \A*Eneas\, who$6#1$ resembling thee, 072:30,047[B ]| Might in$4$ my sight have sported, I had then 072:30,048[B ]| Not wholly lost, nor quite deserted been; 072:30,049[B ]| By$4$ thee no$2$ more my Husband, but my Guest, 072:30,050[B ]| Betrayed to$4$ mischiefs, or which$6#1$ death is the least. 072:30,051[' ]| With fixed looks he stands, and in$4$ his Breast 072:30,052[' ]| By$4$ \Jove's\ command his struggling care suppressed; 072:30,053[C ]| Great Queen, your favours and deserts so$5#1$ great, 072:30,054[C ]| Though numberless, I never shall forget; 072:30,055[C ]| No$2$ time, until myself I have forgot; 072:30,056[C ]| Out of my heart \Eliza's\ name shall blot: 072:30,057[C ]| But my unwilling flight the Gods enforce, 072:30,058[C ]| And that$6#2$ must justify our sad Divorce; 072:30,059[C ]| Since I must you forsake, would Fate permit, 072:30,060[C ]| To$4$ my desires I might my fortune fit; 072:30,061[C ]| \Troy\ to$4$ her Ancient Splendour I would raise, 072:30,062[C ]| And where I first began, would end my days; 072:30,063[C ]| But since the \Lycian\ Lots, and \Delphic\ God 072:30,064[C ]| Have destined \Italy\ for$4$ our abode; 072:30,065[C ]| Since you proud \Carthage\ (fled from \Tyre\) enjoy, 072:30,066[C ]| Why should not \Latium\ us receive from \Troy\? 072:30,067[C ]| As for$4$ my Son, my Father's angry Ghost, 072:30,068[C ]| Tells me his hopes by$4$ my delays are crossed, 072:30,069[C ]| And mighty \Jove's\ Ambassador appeared 072:30,070[C ]| With the same message, whom I saw and heard; 072:30,071[C ]| We both are grieved when you or I complain, 072:30,072[C ]| But much the more, when all complaints are vain; 072:30,073[C ]| I call to$4$ witness all the Gods and thy 072:30,074[C ]| Beloved head, the Coast of \Italy\ 072:30,075[C ]| Against my will$0$ I seek. 072:30,076[' ]| Whilst thus he speaks, she rolls her sparkling eyes, 072:30,077[' ]| Surveys him round, and thus incensed replies; 072:30,078[B ]| Thy Mother was no$2$ Goddess, nor thy stock 072:30,079[B ]| From \Dardanus\, but in$4$ some horrid rock, 072:30,080[B ]| Perfidious wretch, rough \Caucasus\ thee bred, 072:30,081[B ]| And with their Milk \Hircanian\ Tygers fed. 072:30,082[B ]| Dissimulation I shall now forget, 072:30,083[B ]| And my reserves of rage in$4$ order set; 072:30,084[B ]| Could all my Prayers and soft Entreaties force 072:30,085[B ]| Sighs from his Breast, or from his look remorse. 072:30,086[B ]| Where shall I first complain? can Mighty \Jove\ 072:30,087[B ]| Or \Juno\ such Impieties approve? 072:30,088[B ]| The just \Astra*ea\ sure is fled to$4$ Hell, 072:30,089[B ]| No$2$ more in$4$ Earth, nor Heaven itself will$1$ dwell. 072:30,090[B ]| Of Faith! him on$4$ my Coasts by$4$ Tempest cast, 072:30,091[B ]| Receiving madly, on$4$ my Throne I placed; 072:30,092[B ]| His Men from Famine, and his Fleet from Fire 072:30,093[B ]| I rescued: now the \Lycian Lots\ conspire 072:30,094[B ]| With \Pho*ebus\; now \Joves 9Envoye=\ through the Air 072:30,095[B ]| Brings dismal tidings, as if such low care 072:30,096[B ]| Could reach their thoughts, or their repose disturb; 072:30,097[B ]| Thou art a false Impostor, and a 9Fourbe; 072:30,098[B ]| Go, go, pursue thy Kingdom through the Main, 072:30,099[B ]| I hope if Heaven her Justice still retain, 072:30,100[B ]| Thou shalt be wracked, or cast upon$4$ some rock, 072:30,101[B ]| Where thou the name of \Dido\ shalt invoke; 072:30,102[B ]| I will$1$ follow thee in$4$ Funeral flames, when dead 072:30,103[B ]| My Ghost shall thee attend at Board and Bed, 072:30,104[B ]| And when the Gods on$4$ thee their vengeance show, 072:30,105[B ]| That$6#2$ welcome news shall comfort me below. 072:30,106[' ]| This saying, from his hated sight she fled; 072:30,107[' ]| Conducted by$4$ her Damsels to$4$ her bed; 072:30,108[' ]| Yet restless she arose, and looking out, 072:30,109[' ]| Beholds the Fleet, and hears the Seamen shout: 072:30,110[' ]| When great \A*Eneas\ passed before the Guard, 072:30,111[' ]| To$9$ make a view how all things were prepared. 072:30,112[' ]| Ah cruel Love! to$4$ what dost thou enforce 072:30,113[' ]| Poor Mortal Breasts? again she hath recourse 072:30,114[' ]| To$4$ Tears, and Prayers, again she feels the smart 072:30,115[' ]| Of a fresh wound from his tyrannic Dart. 072:30,116[' ]| That$3$ she no$2$ ways nor means may leave untried, 072:30,117[' ]| Thus to$4$ her Sister she herself applied: 072:30,118[B ]| Dear Sister, my resentment had not been 072:30,119[B ]| So$5#1$ moving, if this Fate I had fore-seen; 072:30,120[B ]| Therefore to$4$ me this last kind office do, 072:30,121[B ]| Thou hast some interest in$4$ our scornful Foe, 072:30,122[B ]| He trusts to$4$ thee the Counsels of his mind, 072:30,123[B ]| Thou his soft hours, and free access canst find; 072:30,124[B ]| Tell him I sent not to$4$ the \Ilian\ Coast 072:30,125[B ]| My Fleet to$9$ aid the \Greeks\; his Father's Ghost 072:30,126[B ]| I never did disturb; ask him to$9$ lend 072:30,127[B ]| To$4$ this the last request that$6#1$ I shall send, 072:30,128[B ]| A gentle Ear; I wish that$3$ he may find 072:30,129[B ]| A happy passage, and a prosperous wind. 072:30,130[B ]| That$6#2$ contract I not plead, which$6#1$ he betrayed, 072:30,131[B ]| Nor that$3$ his promised Conquest be delayed; 072:30,132[B ]| All that$6#1$ I ask, is but a short Reprieve, 072:30,133[B ]| Till I forget to$9$ love, and learn to$9$ grieve; 072:30,134[B ]| Some pause and respite only I require, 072:30,135[B ]| Till with my tears I shall have quenched my fire. 072:30,136[B ]| If thy address can but obtain one day 072:30,137[B ]| Or two, my Death that$6#2$ service shall repay. 072:30,138[' ]| Thus she entreats; such message with tears 072:30,139[' ]| Condoling \Anne\ to$4$ him, and from him bears; 072:30,140[' ]| But him no$2$ Prayers, no$2$ Arguments can move, 072:30,141[' ]| The Fates resist, his Ears are stopped by$4$ \Jove\: 072:30,142[' ]| As when fierce Northern blasts from the \Alpes\ descend, 072:30,143[' ]| From his firm roots with struggling gusts to$9$ rend 072:30,144[' ]| An aged sturdy Oak, the rattling sound 072:30,145[' ]| Grows loud, with leaves and scattered arms the ground 072:30,146[' ]| Is over-laid; yet he stands fixed, as high 072:30,147[' ]| As his proud head is raised towards the Sky, 072:30,148[' ]| So$5#1$ low towards Hell his roots descend. With Prayers 072:30,149[' ]| And Tears the \Hero\ thus assailed, great cares 072:30,150[' ]| He smothers in$4$ his Breast, yet keeps his Post, 072:30,151[' ]| All their addresses and their labour lost. 072:30,152[' ]| Then she deceives her Sister with a smile, 072:30,153[' ]| \Anne\ in$4$ the Inner Court erects a Pile; 072:30,154[B ]| Thereon his Arms and once loved Portrait lay, 072:30,155[B ]| Thither our fatal Marriage-bed convey; 072:30,156[B ]| All cursed Monuments of him with fire 072:30,157[B ]| We must abolish (so$3$ the Gods require) 072:30,158[' ]| She gives her credit, for$3$ no$2$ worse effect 072:30,159[' ]| Then from \Sicha*eus\ death she did suspect, 072:30,160[' ]| And her commands obeys. 072:30,161[' ]| \Aurora\ now had left \Tithonus'\ bed, 072:30,162[' ]| And over the world her blushing Rays did spread; 072:30,163[' ]| The Queen beheld as soon as day appeared, 072:30,164[' ]| The Navy under Sail, the Haven cleared; 072:30,165[' ]| Thrice with her hand her Naked Breast she knocks, 072:30,166[' ]| And from her forehead tears her Golden Locks. 072:30,167[B ]| O \Jove\, 072:30,167[' ]| she cried, 072:30,167[B ]| and shall he thus delude 072:30,168[B ]| Me and my Realm! why is he not pursued? 072:30,169[B ]| Arm, Arm, 072:30,169[' ]| she cried, 072:30,169[B ]| and let our \Tyrians\ board 072:30,170[B ]| With ours his Fleet, and carry Fire and Sword; 072:30,171[B ]| Leave nothing unattempted to$9$ destroy 072:30,172[B ]| That$6#2$ perjured Race, then let us die with joy; 072:30,173[B ]| What if the event of War uncertain were, 072:30,174[B ]| Nor death, nor danger, can the desperate fear? 072:30,175[B ]| But oh too late! this thing I should have done, 072:30,176[B ]| When first I placed the Traitor on$4$ my Throne. 072:30,177[B ]| Behold the Faith of him who$6#1$ saved from fire 072:30,178[B ]| His honoured household gods, his Aged Sire 072:30,179[B ]| His Pious shoulders from \Troy's\ Flames did bear; 072:30,180[B ]| Why did I not his Carcase piece-meal tear 072:30,181[B ]| And cast it in$4$ the Sea? why not destroy 072:30,182[B ]| All his Companions and beloved Boy 072:30,183[B ]| \Asconius\? and his tender limbs have dressed, 072:30,184[B ]| And made the Father on$4$ the Son to$9$ Feast? 072:30,185[B ]| Thou Sun, whose lustre all things here below 072:30,186[B ]| Surveys; and \Juno\ conscious of my woe; 072:30,187[B ]| Revengeful Furies, and Queen \Hecate\, 072:30,188[B ]| Receive and grant my prayer! if he the Sea 072:30,189[B ]| Must needs escape, and reach the \Ausonian\ land, 072:30,190[B ]| If \Jove\ decree it, \Jove's\ decree must stand; 072:30,191[B ]| When landed, may he be with arms oppressed 072:30,192[B ]| By$4$ his rebelling people, be distressed 072:30,193[B ]| By$4$ exile from his Country, be divorced 072:30,194[B ]| From young \Asconius'\ sight, and be enforced 072:30,195[B ]| To$9$ implore Foreign aids, and lose his Friends 072:30,196[B ]| By$4$ violent and undeserved ends: 072:30,197[B ]| When to$4$ condition of unequal Peace 072:30,198[B ]| He shall submit, then may he not possess 072:30,199[B ]| Kingdom nor Life, and find his Funeral 072:30,200[B ]| In$4$ the Sands, when he before his day shall fall: 072:30,201[B ]| And ye oh \Tyrians\ with immortal hate 072:30,202[B ]| Pursue his race, this service dedicate 072:30,203[B ]| To$4$ my deplored ashes; let there be 072:30,204[B ]| Betwixt us and them no$2$ League nor Amity; 072:30,205[B ]| May from my bones a new \Achilles\ rise, 072:30,206[B ]| That$6#1$ shall infest the \Trojan\ Colonies 072:30,207[B ]| With Fire, and Sword, and Famine, when at length 072:30,208[B ]| Time to$4$ our great attempts contributes strength; 072:30,209[B ]| Our Seas, our Shores, our Armies theirs oppose, 072:30,210[B ]| And may our Children be forever Foes. 072:30,211[' ]| A ghastly paleness death's approach portends, 072:30,212[' ]| Then trembling she the fatal pile ascends; 072:30,213[' ]| Viewing the \Trojan\ relics, she unsheathed 072:30,214[' ]| \A*Eneas\ Sword, not for$4$ that$6#2$ use bequeathed: 072:30,215[' ]| Then on$4$ the guilty bed she gently lays 072:30,216[' ]| Herself, and softly thus lamenting prays: 072:30,217[B ]| Dear Relics whilst that$3$ Gods and Fates gave leave, 072:30,218[B ]| Free me from care, and my glad soul receive; 072:30,219[B ]| That$6#2$ date which$6#1$ fortune gave I now must end, 072:30,220[B ]| And to$4$ the shades a noble Ghost descend; 072:30,221[B ]| \Sicha*eus\ blood by$4$ his false Brother spilt, 072:30,222[B ]| I have revenged, and a proud City built; 072:30,223[B ]| Happy, alas! too happy I had lived, 072:30,224[B ]| Had not the \Trojan\ on$4$ my Coast arrived; 072:30,225[B ]| But shall I die without revenge? yet die, 072:30,226[B ]| Thus, thus with joy to$4$ thy \Sicha*eus\ fly. 072:30,227[B ]| My conscious Foe my Funeral fire shall view 072:30,228[B ]| From Sea, and may that$6#2$ Omen him pursue. 072:30,229[' ]| Her fainting hand let fall the Sword besmeared 072:30,230[' ]| With blood, and then the Mortal wound appeared; 072:30,231[' ]| Through all the Court the fright and clamours rise, 072:30,232[' ]| Which$6#1$ the whole City fills with fears and cries, 072:30,233[' ]| As loud as if her \Carthage\, or old \Tyre\ 072:30,234[' ]| The Foe had entered, and had set on$4$ Fire: 072:30,235[' ]| Amazed \Anne\ with speed ascends the stairs, 072:30,236[' ]| And in$4$ her arms her dying Sister rears: 072:30,237[D ]| Did you for$4$ this, yourself and me beguile 072:30,238[D ]| For$4$ such an end did I erect this Pile? 072:30,239[D ]| Did you so$5#1$ much despise me, in$4$ this Fate 072:30,240[D ]| Myself with you not to$9$ associate? 072:30,241[D ]| Yourself and me, alas! this fatal wound 072:30,242[D ]| The Senate, and the People, doth confound. 072:30,243[D ]| I will$1$ wash her Wound with Tears, and at her Death, 072:30,244[D ]| My Lips from hers shall draw her parting Breath. 072:30,245[' ]| Then with her Vest the Wound she wipes and dries; 072:30,246[' ]| Thrice with her Arm the Queen attempts to$9$ rise, 072:30,247[' ]| But her strength failing, falls into a swound, 072:30,248[' ]| Life's last efforts yet striving with her Wound; 072:30,249[' ]| Thrice on$4$ her Bed she turns, with wandering sight 072:30,250[' ]| Seeking, she groans when she beheld the light; 072:30,251[' ]| Then \Juno\ pitying her disastrous Fate, 072:30,252[' ]| Sends \Iris\ down, her Pangs to$9$ Mitigate, 072:30,253[' ]| (Since if we fall before the appointed day, 072:30,254[' ]| Nature and Death continue long their Fray) 072:30,255[' ]| \Iris\ Descends; 072:30,255[E ]| this Fatal lock 072:30,255[' ]| (says she) 072:30,256[E ]| To$4$ \Pluto\ I bequeath, and set thee free, 072:30,257[' ]| Then clips her Hair, cold Numbness strait bereaves 072:30,258[' ]| Her Corpse of sense, and the Air her Soul receives. 072:31,000[' ]| <\OF PRUDENCE, OF JUSTICE\> 072:31,000[' ]| <\OF PRUDENCE\> 072:31,001[A ]| Wisdom's first Progress is to$9$ take a View 072:31,002[A ]| What is decent or un-decent, false or true. 072:31,003[A ]| He is truly Prudent, who$6#1$ can separate 072:31,004[A ]| Honest from Vile, and still adhere to$4$ that$6#2$; 072:31,005[A ]| Their difference to$9$ measure, and to$9$ reach, 072:31,006[A ]| Reason well rectified must Nature teach. 072:31,007[A ]| And these high Scrutinies are subjects fit 072:31,008[A ]| For$4$ Man's all-searching and enquiring wit; 072:31,009[A ]| That$6#2$ search of Knowledge did from \Adam\ flow; 072:31,010[A ]| Who$6#1$ wants it, yet abhors his wants to$9$ show. 072:31,011[A ]| Wisdom of what herself approves, makes choice, 072:31,012[A ]| Nor is led Captive by$4$ the Common voice. 072:31,013[A ]| Clear-sighted Reason Wisdom's Judgment leads, 072:31,014[A ]| And Sense, her Vassal, in$4$ her footsteps treads. 072:31,015[A ]| That$3$ thou to$4$ Truth the perfect way mayst know, 072:31,016[A ]| To$4$ thee all specific forms I will$1$ show; 072:31,017[A ]| He that$6#1$ the way to$4$ Honesty will$1$ learn, 072:31,018[A ]| First what is to$9$ be avoided must discern. 072:31,019[A ]| Thyself from flattering self-conceit defend, 072:31,020[A ]| Nor what thou dost not know, to$9$ know pretend. 072:31,021[A ]| Some secrets deep in$4$ abstruse Darkness lie; 072:31,022[A ]| To$9$ search them, thou wilt need a piercing Eye. 072:31,023[A ]| Not rashly therefore to$4$ such things assent, 072:31,024[A ]| Which$6#1$ undeceived, thou after mayst repent; 072:31,025[A ]| Study and Time in$4$ these must thee instruct, 072:31,026[A ]| And others old experience may conduct. 072:31,027[A ]| Wisdom herself her Ear doth often lend 072:31,028[A ]| To$4$ Counsel offered by$4$ a faithful Friend. 072:31,029[A ]| In$4$ equal Scales two doubtful matters lay, 072:31,030[A ]| Thou mayst chuse safely that$6#2$ which$6#1$ most doth weigh; 072:31,031[A ]| It is not secure, this place, or that$6#2$ to$9$ guard, 072:31,032[A ]| If any other entrance stand unbarred; 072:31,033[A ]| He that$6#1$ escapes the Serpents' Teeth, may rail 072:31,034[A ]| If he himself secure not from his Tail. 072:31,035[A ]| Who$6#1$ saith, who$6#2$ could such ill events expect? 072:31,036[A ]| With shame on$4$ his own Counsels doth reflect; 072:31,037[A ]| Most in$4$ the World doth self-conceit deceive, 072:31,038[A ]| Who$6#1$ just and good, whatever they act, believe; 072:31,039[A ]| To$4$ their Wills wedded, to$4$ their Errors slaves, 072:31,040[A ]| No$2$ man (like$4$ them) they think himself behaves. 072:31,041[A ]| This stiff-necked Pride, nor Art, nor Force, can bend, 072:31,042[A ]| Nor high-flown hopes to$4$ Reason's Lure descend. 072:31,043[A ]| Fathers sometimes their Children's Faults regard. 072:31,044[A ]| With Pleasure, and their Crimes with gifts reward. 072:31,045[A ]| Ill Painters when they draw, and Poets write, 072:31,046[A ]| \Virgil\ and \Titian\, (self admiring) slight; 072:31,047[A ]| Then all they do, like$4$ Gold and Pearl appears, 072:31,048[A ]| And others actions are but Dirt to$4$ theirs; 072:31,049[A ]| They that$6#1$ so$5#1$ highly think themselves above 072:31,050[A ]| All other Men, themselves can only Love; 072:31,051[A ]| Reason and Virtue, all that$6#1$ Man can boast 072:31,052[A ]| Over other Creatures, in$4$ those Brutes are lost. 072:31,053[A ]| Observe (if thee this Fatal Error touch, 072:31,054[A ]| Thou to$4$ thyself contributing too much) 072:31,055[A ]| Those who$6#1$ are generous, humble, just, and wise, 072:31,056[A ]| Who$6#1$ nor their Gold, nor themselves Idolize; 072:31,057[A ]| To$9$ form thyself by$4$ their Example, learn, 072:31,058[A ]| (For$3$ many Eyes can more than one discern) 072:31,059[A ]| But yet beware of Councils when too full, 072:31,060[A ]| Number makes long disputes and graveness dull; 072:31,061[A ]| Though their advice be good, their Counsel wise, 072:31,062[A ]| Yet Length still loses Opportunities: 072:31,063[A ]| Debate destroys dispatch; as Fruits we see 072:31,064[A ]| Rot, when they hang too long upon$4$ the Tree; 072:31,065[A ]| In$4$ vain that$6#2$ Husbandman his Seed doth sow, 072:31,066[A ]| If he his Crop, not in$4$ due season mow. 072:31,067[A ]| A General sets his Army in$4$ Array 072:31,068[A ]| In$4$ vain, unless he Fight, and win the day. 072:31,069[A ]| It is Virtuous Action that$6#1$ must Praise bring forth, 072:31,070[A ]| Without which$6#1$, slow advice is little worth. 072:31,071[A ]| Yet they who$6#1$ give good Counsel, Praise deserve, 072:31,072[A ]| Though in$4$ the active part they can not serve: 072:31,073[A ]| In$4$ action, Learned Counsellors their Age, 072:31,074[A ]| Profession, or Disease, forbids to$9$ engage. 072:31,075[A ]| Nor to$4$ Philosophers is praise denied, 072:31,076[A ]| Whose wise Instructions After-ages guide; 072:31,077[A ]| Yet vainly most their Age in$4$ study spend; 072:31,078[A ]| No$2$ end of writing Books, and to$4$ no$2$ end: 072:31,079[A ]| Beating their brains for$4$ strange and hidden things, 072:31,080[A ]| Whose Knowledge, nor Delight, nor Profit brings; 072:31,081[A ]| Themselves with doubts both day and night perplex, 072:31,082[A ]| Nor Gentle Reader please, or teach, but vex. 072:31,083[A ]| Books should to$4$ one of these four ends conduce, 072:31,084[A ]| For$4$ Wisdom, Piety, Delight, or Use. 072:31,085[A ]| What need we gaze upon$4$ the spangled Sky? 072:31,086[A ]| Or into Matter's hidden Causes pry? 072:31,087[A ]| To$9$ describe every City, Stream, or Hill 072:31,088[A ]| In$4$ the World, our fancy with vain Arts to$9$ fill? 072:31,089[A ]| What is it to$9$ hear a Sophister that$6#1$ pleads, 072:31,090[A ]| Who$6#1$ by$4$ the Ears the deceived Audience leads? 072:31,091[A ]| If we were wise, these things we should not mind, 072:31,092[A ]| But more delight in$4$ easy matters find. 072:31,093[A ]| Learn to$9$ live well, that$3$ thou mayst die so$5#2$ too; 072:31,094[A ]| To$9$ live and die is all we have to$9$ do: 072:31,095[A ]| The way (if no$2$ Digression is made) is even, 072:31,096[A ]| And free access, if we but ask, is given. 072:31,097[A ]| Then seek to$9$ know those things which$6#1$ make us blest, 072:31,098[A ]| And having found them, lock them in$4$ thy Breast; 072:31,099[A ]| Enquiring then the way, go on$5$, nor slack, 072:31,100[A ]| But mend thy pace, nor think of going back. 072:31,101[A ]| Some their whole Age in$4$ these enquiries waste, 072:31,102[A ]| And die like$4$ Fools before one step they passed; 072:31,103[A ]| It is strange to$9$ know the way, and not to$9$ advance, 072:31,104[A ]| That$6#2$ Knowledge is far worse than Ignorance. 072:31,105[A ]| The Learned teach, but what they teach, not do; 072:31,106[A ]| And standing still themselves, make others go. 072:31,107[A ]| In$4$ vain on$4$ Study, time away we throw, 072:31,108[A ]| When we forbear to$9$ act the things we know. 072:31,109[A ]| The Soldier that$6#2$ Philosopher well blamed, 072:31,110[A ]| Who$6#1$ long and loudly in$4$ the Schools declaimed; 072:31,111@b | Tell 072:31,111[A ]| (said the Soldier) 072:31,111@b | venerable Sir 072:31,112@b | Why all these Words, this Clamour, and this stir? 072:31,113@b | Why do disputes in$4$ wrangling spend the day? 072:31,114@b | Whilst one says only yea, and the other nay. 072:31,115@c | Oh, 072:31,115[A ]| said the Doctor, 072:31,115@c | we for$4$ Wisdom toiled, 072:31,116@c | For$4$ which$6#1$ none toils too much: 072:31,116[A ]| the Soldier smiled; 072:31,117@b | You are gray and old, and to$4$ some pious use 072:31,118@b | This mass of Treasure you should now reduce: 072:31,119@b | But you your store have hoarded in$4$ some bank, 072:31,120@b | For$4$ which$6#1$ the Infernal Spirits shall you thank. 072:31,121[A ]| Let what thou learnest be by$4$ practice shown, 072:31,122[A ]| It is said, that$3$ Wisdom's Children make her known. 072:31,123[A ]| What is good doth open to$4$ the enquirer stand, 072:31,124[A ]| And itself offers to$4$ the accepting hand; 072:31,125[A ]| All things by$4$ Order and true Measures done, 072:31,126[A ]| Wisdom will$1$ end, as well as she begun. 072:31,127[A ]| Let early care thy main Concerns secure, 072:31,128[A ]| Things of less moment may delays endure: 072:31,129[A ]| Men do not for$4$ their Servants first prepare, 072:31,130[A ]| And of their Wives and Children, quit the care; 072:31,131[A ]| Yet when we are sick, the Doctor is fetched in$4$ haste, 072:31,132[A ]| Leaving our great concernment to$4$ the last. 072:31,133[A ]| When we are well, our hearts are only set 072:31,134[A ]| (Which$6#1$ way we care not) to$9$ be Rich, or Great; 072:31,135[A ]| What shall become of all that$6#1$ we have got; 072:31,136[A ]| We only know that$3$ us it follows not; 072:31,137[A ]| And what a trifle is a moment's Breath, 072:31,138[A ]| Laid in$4$ the Scale with everlasting Death? 072:31,139[A ]| What is Time, when on$4$ Eternity we think? 072:31,140[A ]| A thousand Ages in$4$ that$6#2$ Sea must sink; 072:31,141[A ]| Time is nothing but a word, a million 072:31,142[A ]| Is full as far from Infinite as one. 072:31,143[A ]| To$4$ whom thou much dost owe, thou much must pay, 072:31,144[A ]| Think on$4$ the Debt against the accounting-day; 072:31,145[A ]| God, who$6#1$ to$4$ thee, Reason and Knowledge lent, 072:31,146[A ]| Will$1$ ask how these two Talents have been spent. 072:31,147[A ]| Let not low Pleasures thy high Reason blind, 072:31,148[A ]| He is mad, that$6#1$ seeks what no$2$ man ever could find. 072:31,149[A ]| Why should we fondly please our Sense, wherein 072:31,150[A ]| Beasts us exceed, nor feel the stings of sin? 072:31,151[A ]| What thoughts Man's Reason better can become, 072:31,152[A ]| Than the expectation of his welcome home? 072:31,153[A ]| Lords of the World have but for$4$ Life their Lease, 072:31,154[A ]| And that$6#2$ too, (if the Lessor please) must cease. 072:31,155[A ]| Death cancels Nature's Bonds, but for$4$ our Deeds 072:31,156[A ]| (That$6#2$ Debt is first paid) a strict account succeeds; 072:31,157[A ]| If here not cleared, no$2$ Surety-ship can Bail 072:31,158[A ]| Condemned Debtors from the Eternal Gaol; 072:31,159[A ]| Christ's Blood is our Balsam, if that$6#2$ cures us here, 072:31,160[A ]| Him, when our Judge, we shall not find severe; 072:31,161[A ]| His yoke is easy, when by$4$ us embraced, 072:31,162[A ]| But loads and galls, if on$4$ our Necks it is cast. 072:31,163[A ]| Be just in$4$ all thy actions, and if joined 072:31,164[A ]| With those that$6#1$ are not, never change thy mind; 072:31,165[A ]| If ought obstruct thy course, yet stand not still, 072:31,166[A ]| But wind about, till thou have topped the Hill; 072:31,167[A ]| To$4$ the same end Men several Paths may tread, 072:31,168[A ]| As many Doors into one Temple lead; 072:31,169[A ]| And the same hand into a fist may close, 072:31,170[A ]| Which$6#1$ instantly a Palm expanded shows: 072:31,171[A ]| Justice and Faith never forsake the Wise, 072:31,172[A ]| Yet may occasion put him in$4$ Disguise; 072:31,173[A ]| Not turning like$4$ the wind, but if the state 072:31,174[A ]| Of things much change, he is not obstinate; 072:31,175[A ]| Things past, and future with the present weighs, 072:31,176[A ]| Nor credulous of what vain rumour says: 072:31,177[A ]| Few things by$4$ Wisdom are at first believed, 072:31,178[A ]| An easy Ear deceives, and is deceived; 072:31,179[A ]| For$3$ many Truths have often passed for$4$ Lies, 072:31,180[A ]| And Lies as often put on$5$ Truth's Disguise: 072:31,181[A ]| As Flattery too oft like$4$ Friendship shows, 072:31,182[A ]| So$3$ then, who$6#1$ speak plain Truth we think our Foes. 072:31,183[A ]| No$2$ quick reply to$4$ dubious questions make, 072:31,184[A ]| Suspense and caution still prevent mistake. 072:31,185[A ]| When any great design thou dost intend, 072:31,186[A ]| Think on$4$ the means, the manner, and the end: 072:31,187[A ]| All great Concernments must delays endure; 072:31,188[A ]| Rashness and haste make all things unsecure: 072:31,189[A ]| And if uncertain thy Pretensions be, 072:31,190[A ]| Stay till fit time wear out uncertainty; 072:31,191[A ]| But if to$4$ unjust things thou dost pretend, 072:31,192[A ]| Before they begin let thy Pretensions end. 072:31,193[A ]| Let thy Discourse be such, that$3$ thou mayst give 072:31,194[A ]| Profit to$4$ others, or from them receive: 072:31,195[A ]| Instruct the Ignorant, to$4$ those that$6#1$ live 072:31,196[A ]| Under thy care, good rules and patterns give; 072:31,197[A ]| Nor is it the least of Virtues, to$9$ relieve 072:31,198[A ]| Those whom afflictions or oppressions grieve. 072:31,199[A ]| Commend but sparingly whom thou dost love; 072:31,200[A ]| But less condemn whom thou dost not approve: 072:31,201[A ]| Thy Friend, like$4$ Flattery, too much Praise doth wrong, 072:31,202[A ]| And too sharp censure shews an evil tongue: 072:31,203[A ]| But let inviolate Truth be always dear 072:31,204[A ]| To$4$ thee, even before Friendship, Truth prefer; 072:31,205[A ]| Than what thou meanest to$9$ give, still promise less; 072:31,206[A ]| Hold fast the Power, thy Promise to$9$ increase: 072:31,207[A ]| Look forward what is to$9$ come, and back what is past, 072:31,208[A ]| Thy life will$1$ be with Praise and Prudence graced: 072:31,209[A ]| What loss, or gain may follow thou mayst guess, 072:31,210[A ]| Thou then wilt be secure of the success; 072:31,211[A ]| Yet be not always on$4$ affairs intent, 072:31,212[A ]| But let thy thoughts be easy, and unbent; 072:31,213[A ]| When our Minds' Eyes are disengaged and free, 072:31,214[A ]| They clearer, farther, and distinctly see; 072:31,215[A ]| They quicken sloth, perplexities untie, 072:31,216[A ]| Make roughness smooth, and hardness mollify; 072:31,217[A ]| And though our hands from labour are released, 072:31,218[A ]| Yet our minds find (even when we sleep) no$2$ rest. 072:31,219[A ]| Search not to$9$ find how other Men offend, 072:31,220[A ]| But by$4$ that$6#2$ Glass thy own offences mend; 072:31,221[A ]| Still seek to$9$ learn, yet care not much from whom, 072:31,222[A ]| (So$3$ it be Learning) or from whence it come. 072:31,223[A ]| Of thy own actions, others' judgments learn, 072:31,224[A ]| Often by$4$ small, great matters we discern: 072:31,225[A ]| Youth, what Man's age is like$5$ to$9$ be doth show; 072:31,226[A ]| We may our Ends by$4$ our Beginnings know. 072:31,227[A ]| Let none direct thee what to$9$ do or say, 072:31,228[A ]| Till thee thy Judgment of the Matter sway; 072:31,229[A ]| Let not the pleasing many, thee Delight, 072:31,230[A ]| First Judge, if those whom thou dost please, judge right. 072:31,231[A ]| Search not to$9$ find what lies too deeply hid, 072:31,232[A ]| Nor to$9$ know things, whose knowledge is forbid; 072:31,233[A ]| Nor climb on$4$ Pyramids, which$6#1$ thy head turns round 072:31,234[A ]| Standing, and whence no$2$ safe Descent is found: 072:31,235[A ]| In$4$ vain his Nerves, and Faculties he strains 072:31,236[A ]| To$9$ rise, whose raising unsecure remains: 072:31,237[A ]| They whom Desert and Favour forwards thrust, 072:31,238[A ]| Are wise, when they their measures can adjust. 072:31,239[A ]| When well at ease, and happy, live content, 072:31,240[A ]| And then consider why that$6#2$ life was lent; 072:31,241[A ]| When Wealthy, shew thy Wisdom not to$9$ be 072:31,242[A ]| To$4$ Wealth a Servant, but make Wealth serve thee. 072:31,243[A ]| Though all alone, yet nothing think or do, 072:31,244[A ]| Which$6#1$ nor a Witness, nor a Judge might know. 072:31,245[A ]| The highest Hill, is the most slippery place, 072:31,246[A ]| And Fortune mocks us with a smiling face; 072:31,247[A ]| And her unsteady hand hath often placed 072:31,248[A ]| Men in$4$ high Power, but seldom holds them fast; 072:31,249[A ]| Against her then her forces Prudence joins, 072:31,250[A ]| And to$4$ the Golden Mean herself confines. 072:31,251[A ]| More in$4$ Prosperity is Reason tossed, 072:31,252[A ]| Than Ships in$4$ Storms, their Helms and Anchors lost; 072:31,253[A ]| Before fair Gales not all our Sails we bear, 072:31,254[A ]| But with side Winds into safe Harbours steer; 072:31,255[A ]| More Ships in$4$ Calms on$4$ a deceitful Coast, 072:31,256[A ]| Or unseen Rocks, than in$4$ high Storms are lost. 072:31,257[A ]| Who$6#1$ casts our threats and frowns, no$2$ man deceives, 072:31,258[A ]| Time for$4$ resistance, and defence he gives; 072:31,259[A ]| But Flattery still in$4$ sugared words betrays 072:31,260[A ]| And Poison in$4$ high tasted Meats conveys; 072:31,261[A ]| So$3$, Fortune's smiles unguarded Man surprise, 072:31,262[A ]| But when she frowns, he arms, and her defies. 072:32,000[' ]| <\OF JUSTICE\> 072:32,001[A ]| It is the first Sanction, Nature gave to$4$ Man, 072:32,002[A ]| Each other to$9$ assist in$4$ what they can; 072:32,003[A ]| Just or unjust, this Law forever stands, 072:32,004[A ]| All things are good by$4$ Law which$6#1$ she commands; 072:32,005[A ]| The first step, Man towards Christ must justly live, 072:32,006[A ]| Who$6#1$ to$4$ us himself, and all we have did give; 072:32,007[A ]| In$4$ vain doth man the name of Just expect, 072:32,008[A ]| If his Devotions he to$4$ God neglect; 072:32,009[A ]| So$3$ must we reverence God, as first to$9$ know 072:32,010[A ]| Justice from him, not from ourselves doth flow; 072:32,011[A ]| God those accepts who$6#1$ to$4$ Mankind are Friends, 072:32,012[A ]| Whose Justice far as their own Power extends; 072:32,013[A ]| In$4$ that$3$ they imitate the Power Divine, 072:32,014[A ]| The Sun alike on$4$ Good and Bad doth shine; 072:32,015[A ]| And he that$6#1$ doth no$2$ Good, although no$2$ Ill, 072:32,016[A ]| Does not the office of the Just fulfil. 072:32,017[A ]| Virtue doth Man to$4$ virtuous actions steer, 072:32,018[A ]| It is not enough that$3$ he should Vice forbear; 072:32,019[A ]| We live not only for$4$ ourselves to$9$ care, 072:32,020[A ]| Whilst they that$6#1$ want it are denied their share. 072:32,021[A ]| Wise \Plato\ said, the world with men was stored, 072:32,022[A ]| That$3$ succour each to$4$ other might afford; 072:32,023[A ]| Nor are those succours to$4$ one sort confined, 072:32,024[A ]| But several parts to$4$ several men consigned; 072:32,025[A ]| He that$6#1$ of his own stores no$2$ part can give, 072:32,026[A ]| May with his Counsel or his Hands relieve. 072:32,027[A ]| If Fortune make thee powerful, give Defence 072:32,028[A ]| Against Fraud, and Force, to$4$ naked Innocence: 072:32,029[A ]| And when our Justice doth her Tributes pay, 072:32,030[A ]| Method and Order must direct the way: 072:32,031[A ]| First to$4$ our God we must with Reverence bow, 072:32,032[A ]| The second honour to$4$ our Prince we owe; 072:32,033[A ]| Next to$4$ Wives, Parents, Children, fit respect, 072:32,034[A ]| And to$4$ our Friends and Kindred we direct: 072:32,035[A ]| Then we must those, who$6#1$ groan beneath the weight 072:32,036[A ]| Of Age, Disease, or Want, commiserate: 072:32,037[A ]| Amongst those whom honest Lives can recommend, 072:32,038[A ]| Our Justice more compassion should extend; 072:32,039[A ]| To$4$ such, who$6#1$ thee in$4$ some distress did aid, 072:32,040[A ]| Thy Debts of thanks with Interest should be paid: 072:32,041[A ]| As \Hesiod\ sings, spread waters over thy field, 072:32,042[A ]| And a most just and glad increase it will$1$ yield; 072:32,043[A ]| But yet take heed, lest doing good to$4$ one, 072:32,044[A ]| Mischief and wrong be to$4$ another done; 072:32,045[A ]| Such moderation with thy bounty join, 072:32,046[A ]| That$3$ thou mayst nothing give that$6#1$ is not thine; 072:32,047[A ]| That$6#2$ Liberality is but cast away, 072:32,048[A ]| Which$6#1$ makes us borrow what we can not pay: 072:32,049[A ]| And no$2$ access to$4$ wealth let Rapine bring; 072:32,050[A ]| Do nothing that$6#1$ is not just, to$9$ be a King. 072:32,051[A ]| Justice must be from Violence exempt, 072:32,052[A ]| But Fraud is her only Object of Contempt. 072:32,053[A ]| Fraud in$4$ the Fox, Force in$4$ the Lion dwells; 072:32,054[A ]| But Justice both from human hearts expels; 072:32,055[A ]| But he is the greatest Monster (without doubt) 072:32,056[A ]| Who$6#1$ is a Wolf within, a Sheep without; 072:32,057[A ]| Nor only ill injurious actions are, 072:32,058[A ]| But evil words and slanders bear their share. 072:32,059[A ]| Truth Justice loves, and Truth Injustice fears, 072:32,060[A ]| Truth above all things a Just man reveres: 072:32,061[A ]| Though not by$4$ Oaths we God to$9$ witness call, 072:32,062[A ]| He sees and hears, and still remembers all; 072:32,063[A ]| And yet our attestations we may wrest, 072:32,064[A ]| Sometimes to$9$ make the Truth most manifest; 072:32,065[A ]| If by$4$ a Lie a man preserve his Faith, 072:32,066[A ]| He Pardon, Leave, and absolution hath; 072:32,067[A ]| Or if I break my Promise, which$6#1$ to$4$ thee 072:32,068[A ]| Would bring no$2$ good, but prejudice to$4$ me. 072:32,069[A ]| All things committed to$4$ thy trust, conceal, 072:32,070[A ]| Nor what is forbid by$4$ any means reveal. 072:32,071[A ]| Express thyself in$4$ plain, not doubtful words, 072:32,072[A ]| That$6#2$, ground for$4$ Quarrels or Disputes affords: 072:32,073[A ]| Unless thou find occasion, hold thy tongue, 072:32,074[A ]| Thyself or others, careless talk may wrong. 072:32,075[A ]| When thou art called into public Power, 072:32,076[A ]| And when a crowd of Suitors throng thy Door, 072:32,077[A ]| Be sure no$2$ great Offenders escape their dooms, 072:32,078[A ]| Small praise from Lenity and Remissness comes; 072:32,079[A ]| Crimes pardoned, others to$4$ those Crimes invite, 072:32,080[A ]| Whilst Lookers*on, severe Examples fright: 072:32,081[A ]| When by$4$ a pardoned Murderer blood is spilt, 072:32,082[A ]| The Judge that$6#1$ pardoned, hath the greatest guilt; 072:32,083[A ]| Who$6#1$ accuse Rigour, make a gross mistake, 072:32,084[A ]| One Criminal pardoned, may an hundred make; 072:32,085[A ]| When Justice on$4$ Offenders is not done, 072:32,086[A ]| Law, Government, Commerce, are overthrown; 072:32,087[A ]| As besieged Traitors with the Foe conspire, 072:32,088[A ]| To$9$ unlock the Gates, and set the Town on$4$ Fire. 072:32,089[A ]| Yet let not Punishment the Offence exceed, 072:32,090[A ]| Justice with Weight and Measure must proceed: 072:32,091[A ]| Yet when pronouncing sentence, seem not glad, 072:32,092[A ]| Such Spectacles, though they are just, are sad; 072:32,093[A ]| Though what thou dost, thou oughtst not to$9$ repent, 072:32,094[A ]| Yet Humane Bowels can not but relent; 072:32,095[A ]| Rather than all must suffer, some must die; 072:32,096[A ]| Yet Nature must condole their misery; 072:32,097[A ]| And yet if many equal guilt involve, 072:32,098[A ]| Thou mayst not these condemn, and those absolve. 072:32,099[A ]| Justice when equal Scales she holds, is blind, 072:32,100[A ]| Nor Cruelty, nor Mercy, change her mind; 072:32,101[A ]| When some escape for$4$ that$6#2$ which$6#1$ others die, 072:32,102[A ]| Mercy to$4$ those, to$4$ these is Cruelty. 072:32,103[A ]| A fine and slender Net the Spider weaves, 072:32,104[A ]| Which$6#1$ little and light Animals receives; 072:32,105[A ]| And if she catch a common Bee or Flie, 072:32,106[A ]| They with a piteous groan, and murmur die; 072:32,107[A ]| But if a Wasp or Hornet she entrap, 072:32,108[A ]| They tear her Cords like$4$ \Sampson\, and escape; 072:32,109[A ]| So$3$ like$4$ a fly the poor Offender dies; 072:32,110[A ]| But like$4$ the Wasp, the Rich escapes, and flies. 072:32,111[A ]| Do not if one but lightly thee offend, 072:32,112[A ]| The punishment beyond the Crime extend; 072:32,113[A ]| Or after warning the Offence forget; 072:32,114[A ]| So$3$ God himself our failings doth remit. 072:32,115[A ]| Expect not more from Servants than is just, 072:32,116[A ]| Reward them well, if they observe their trust; 072:32,117[A ]| Nor them with Cruelty or Pride invade, 072:32,118[A ]| Since God and Nature them our Brothers made; 072:32,119[A ]| If his Offence be great, let that$6#2$ suffice; 072:32,120[A ]| If light, forgive, for$3$ no$2$ Man is always wise. 072:33,000[' ]| 072:33,000[' ]| 072:33,000[' ]| <\Cato, Scipio, La*elius.\> 072:33,000[' ]| <\Scipio to Cato.\> 072:33,001[C ]| Though all the Actions of your Life are crowned 072:33,002[C ]| With Wisdom, nothing makes them more Renowned, 072:33,003[C ]| Than that$3$ those years, which$6#1$ others think extreme, 072:33,004[C ]| Nor to$4$ yourself, nor us uneasy seem, 072:33,005[C ]| Under which$6#1$ weight, most like$4$ the old Giant's groan, 072:33,006[C ]| When \A*Etna\ on$4$ their backs by$4$ \Jove\ was thrown. 072:33,000[' ]| <\Cat.\> 072:33,007[B ]| What you urge (\Scipio\) from right reason flows, 072:33,008[B ]| All parts of Age seem burdensome to$4$ those, 072:33,009[B ]| Who$6#1$ Virtue's, and true Wisdom's happiness 072:33,010[B ]| Can not discern, but they who$6#1$ those possess 072:33,011[B ]| In$4$ what is imposed by$4$ Nature, find no$2$ grief, 072:33,012[B ]| Of which$6#1$ our Age is (next our Death) the chief, 072:33,013[B ]| Which$6#1$ though all equally desire to$9$ obtain, 072:33,014[B ]| Yet \when they have obtained it\, they complain; 072:33,015[B ]| Such our inconstancies, and follies are, 072:33,016[B ]| We say it steals upon$4$ us unaware: 072:33,017[B ]| Our want of reasoning these false measures makes, 072:33,018[B ]| Youths runs to$4$ Age, as Childhood Youth overtakes; 072:33,019[B ]| How much more grievous would our lives appear 072:33,020[B ]| To$9$ reach the eight hundredth, than the eightieth year: 072:33,021[B ]| Of what, in$4$ that$6#2$ long space of time hath passed, 072:33,022[B ]| To$4$ foolish Age will$1$ no$2$ remembrance last, 072:33,023[B ]| My Age's conduct when you seem to$9$ admire, 072:33,024[B ]| (Which$6#1$ that$3$ it may deserve, I much desire) 072:33,025[B ]| It is my first rule, on$4$ Nature, as my Guide 072:33,026[B ]| Appointed by$4$ the Gods, I have relied, 072:33,027[B ]| And Nature, (which$6#1$ all Acts of life designs) 072:33,028[B ]| Not like$4$ ill Poets, in$4$ the last declines; 072:33,029[B ]| But some one part must be the last of all, 072:33,030[B ]| Which$6#1$ like$4$ ripe fruits, must either rot, or fall, 072:33,031[B ]| And this from Nature must be gently born, 072:33,032[B ]| Else her (as Giants did the Gods) we scorn. 072:33,000[' ]| <\La*el.\> 072:33,033[D ]| But Sir, it is \Scipio's\, and my desire, 072:33,034[D ]| Since to$4$ long life we gladly would aspire, 072:33,035[D ]| That$3$ from your grave Instructions we might hear, 072:33,036[D ]| How we, like$4$ you, might this great burden bear. 072:33,000[' ]| <\Cat.\> 072:33,037[B ]| This I resolved before, but now shall do 072:33,038[B ]| With great delight, since it is required by$4$ you. 072:33,000[' ]| <\La*el.\> 072:33,039[D ]| If to$4$ yourself it will$1$ not tedious prove, 072:33,040[D ]| Nothing in$4$ us a greater joy can move, 072:33,041[D ]| That$3$ as old Travellers the young instruct, 072:33,042[D ]| Your long, our short experience may conduct. 072:33,000[' ]| <\Cat.\> 072:33,043[B ]| It is true, (as the old Proverb doth relate) 072:33,044[B ]| Equals with equals often congregate. 072:33,045[B ]| Two consuls (who$6#1$ in$4$ years my equals were,) 072:33,046[B ]| When Senators, lamenting I did hear, 072:33,047[B ]| That$3$ Age from them had all their pleasures torn, 072:33,048[B ]| And them their former suppliants now scorn, 072:33,049[B ]| They, what is not to$9$ be accused, accuse, 072:33,050[B ]| Not others, but themselves their age abuse, 072:33,051[B ]| Else this might me concern, and all my friends, 072:33,052[B ]| Whose cheerful Age, with Honour, Youth attends, 072:33,053[B ]| Joyed that$3$ from pleasure's slavery they are free, 072:33,054[B ]| And all respects due to$4$ their age they see, 072:33,055[B ]| In$4$ its true colours, this complaint appears 072:33,056[B ]| The ill effect of Manners, not of years, 072:33,057[B ]| For$3$ on$4$ their life no$2$ grievous burden lies, 072:33,058[B ]| Who$6#1$ are well-natured, temperate, and wise: 072:33,059[B ]| But an inhumane, and ill-tempered mind 072:33,060[B ]| Not any easy part in$4$ life can find. 072:33,000[' ]| <\La*el.\> 072:33,061[D ]| This I believe, yet others may dispute, 072:33,062[D ]| Their age (as yours) can never bear such fruit, 072:33,063[D ]| Of Honour, Wealth, and Power, to$9$ make them sweet, 072:33,064[D ]| Not everyone such happiness can meet. 072:33,000[' ]| <\Cat.\> 072:33,065[B ]| Some weight your argument (my \La*elius\) bears, 072:33,066[B ]| But not so$5#1$ much, as at first sight appears, 072:33,067[B ]| This answer by$4$ \Themistocles\ was made, 072:33,068[B ]| (When a \Seriphian\ thus did him upbraid, 072:33,069[B ]| You those great Honours to$4$ your Country owe, 072:33,070[B ]| Not to$4$ yourself) had I at \Seripho\ 072:33,071[B ]| Been born, such honour I had never seen, 072:33,072[B ]| Nor you, if an \Athenian\ you had been: 072:33,073[B ]| So$3$ Age, clothed in$4$ undecent poverty, 072:33,074[B ]| To$4$ the most prudent can not easy be, 072:33,075[B ]| But to$4$ a fool, the greater his estate, 072:33,076[B ]| The more uneasy is his Age's weight. 072:33,077[B ]| Age's chief arts, and arms, are to$9$ grow wise, 072:33,078[B ]| Virtue to$9$ know, and known to$9$ exercise, 072:33,079[B ]| All just returns to$4$ Age then Virtue makes, 072:33,080[B ]| Nor her in$4$ her extremity forsakes, 072:33,081[B ]| The sweetest Cordial we receive at last 072:33,082[B ]| Is conscience of our virtuous actions past. 072:33,083[B ]| I, (when a youth) with reverence did look 072:33,084[B ]| On$4$ \Quintus*Fabius\, who$6#1$ \Tarentum\ took, 072:33,085[B ]| Yet in$4$ his age such cheerfulness was seen, 072:33,086[B ]| As if his years and mine had equal been, 072:33,087[B ]| His Gravity was mixed with Gentleness, 072:33,088[B ]| Nor had his Age made his good humour less, 072:33,089[B ]| Then was he well in$4$ years (the same that$6#1$ he 072:33,090[B ]| Was Consul, that$6#2$ of my Nativity) 072:33,091[B ]| (A Stripling then) in$4$ his fourth Consulate 072:33,092[B ]| On$4$ him at \Capua\ I in$4$ arms did wait, 072:33,093[B ]| I five years after at \Tarentum\ won 072:33,094[B ]| The Qua*estorship, and then our love began, 072:33,095[B ]| And four years after, when I Pra*etor was 072:33,096[B ]| He Pleaded, and the \Cincian\ Law did pass. 072:33,097[B ]| With youthful diligence he used to$9$ engage, 072:33,098[B ]| Yet with the temperate Arts of patient Age 072:33,099[B ]| He breaks fierce \Hannibal's\ insulting heats; 072:33,100[B ]| Of which$6#1$ exploit thus our friend \Ennius\ treats, 072:33,101[B ]| He by$4$ delay restored the Common-wealth, 072:33,102[B ]| Nor preferred Rumour before public Health. 072:34,000[' ]| 072:34,000[B ]| \When I reflect on$4$ Age, I find there are\ 072:34,000[B ]| \Four Causes, which$6#1$ its Misery declare.\ 072:34,000[B ]| \1. Because our Bodies' Strength it much impairs;\ 072:34,000[B ]| \2. That$3$ it takes off our Minds from great Affairs:\ 072:34,000[B ]| \3. Next, That$3$ our Sense of Pleasures it deprives:\ 072:34,000[B ]| \4. Last, That$3$ approaching Death attends our Lives.\ 072:34,000[B ]| \Of all these several Causes I will$1$ discourse,\ 072:34,000[B ]| \And then of each, in$4$ Order, weigh the force.\ 072:34,000[' ]| 072:34,001[B ]| The Old from such affairs is only freed, 072:34,002[B ]| Which$6#1$ vigorous youth, and strength of body need. 072:34,003[B ]| But to$4$ more high affairs our age is lent, 072:34,004[B ]| Most properly when heats of youth are spent. 072:34,005[B ]| Did \Fabius\, and your Father \Scipio\ 072:34,006[B ]| (Whose Daughter my Son married) nothing do? 072:34,007[B ]| \7Fabricii, 7Corumcani, 7Curii\; 072:34,008[B ]| Whose courage, counsel, and authority, 072:34,009[B ]| The Roman Common-wealth, restored, did boast, 072:34,010[B ]| Nor \Appius\, with whose strength his sight was lost, 072:34,011[B ]| Who$6#1$ when the Senate was to$4$ Peace inclined 072:34,012[B ]| With \Pyrrhus\, shewed his reason was not blind. 072:34,013[B ]| Whither is our Courage and our Wisdom come? 072:34,014[B ]| When \Rome\ itself conspires the fate of \Rome\? 072:34,015[B ]| The rest with ancient gravity and skill 072:34,016[B ]| He spake (for$3$ his Oration is extant still) 072:34,017[B ]| It is seventeen years since he had Consul been 072:34,018[B ]| The second time, and there were ten between; 072:34,019[B ]| Therefore their Argument is of little force, 072:34,020[B ]| Who$6#1$ Age from great Employments would divorce. 072:34,021[B ]| As in$4$ a Ship some climb the Shrouds, to$9$ unfold 072:34,022[B ]| The Sails, some sweep the Deck, some pump the Hold; 072:34,023[B ]| Whilst he that$6#1$ guides the Helm, employs his skill, 072:34,024[B ]| And gives the Law to$4$ them by$4$ sitting still. 072:34,025[B ]| Great actions less from Courage, strength, and speed, 072:34,026[B ]| Than from wise Counsels and Commands proceed; 072:34,027[B ]| Those Arts Age wants not, which$6#1$ to$4$ Age belong, 072:34,028[B ]| Not heat, but cold experience makes us strong, 072:34,029[B ]| A Consul, Tribune, General, I have been, 072:34,030[B ]| All sorts of war I have passed through, and seen 072:34,031[B ]| And now grown old, I seem to$9$ abandon it, 072:34,032[B ]| Yet to$4$ the Senate I prescribe what is fit. 072:34,033[B ]| I every day against \Carthage\ war proclaim, 072:34,034[B ]| (For$3$ \Rome's\ destruction hath been long her aim) 072:34,035[B ]| Nor shall I cease till I her ruin see, 072:34,036[B ]| Which$6#1$ Triumph may the Gods design for$4$ thee; 072:34,037[B ]| That$3$ \Scipio\ may revenge his Grandsire's Ghost, 072:34,038[B ]| Whose life at \Canna*e\ with great Honour lost 072:34,039[B ]| Is on$4$ Record, nor had he wearied been 072:34,040[B ]| With Age, if he an hundred years had seen, 072:34,041[B ]| He had not used Excursions, Spears, or Darts, 072:34,042[B ]| But Counsel, Order, and such aged Arts, 072:34,043[B ]| Which$6#1$, if our Ancestors had not retained, 072:34,044[B ]| The \Senate's\ Name, our Council had not gained. 072:34,045[B ]| The \Spartans\ to$4$ their highest Magistrate, 072:34,046[B ]| The name of \Elder\ did appropriate: 072:34,047[B ]| Therefore his fame forever shall remain, 072:34,048[B ]| How gallantly \Tarentum\ he did gain, 072:34,049[B ]| With vigilant Conduct, when that$6#2$ sharp reply 072:34,050[B ]| He gave to$4$ \Salinator\, I stood by$5$, 072:34,051[B ]| Who$6#1$ to$4$ the Castle fled, the Town being lost, 072:34,052[B ]| Yet he to$4$ \Maximus\ did vainly boast, 072:34,053[B ]| It was by$4$ my means \Tarentum\ you obtained; 072:34,054[B ]| It is true, had you not lost, I had not gained; 072:34,055[B ]| And as much Honour on$4$ his Gown did wait, 072:34,056[B ]| As on$4$ his Arms, in$4$ his Fifth Consulate, 072:34,057[B ]| When his Colleague \Carvilius\ stepped aside, 072:34,058[B ]| The Tribune of the People would divide 072:34,059[B ]| To$4$ them the \Gallic\, and the \Picene\ Field, 072:34,060[B ]| Against the Senate's will$0$, he will$1$ not yield, 072:34,061[B ]| When being angry, boldly he declares 072:34,062[B ]| Those things were acted under happy stars, 072:34,063[B ]| From which$6#1$ the Commonwealth found good effects, 072:34,064[B ]| But otherwise, they came from bad Aspects. 072:34,065[B ]| Many great things of \Fabius\ I could tell, 072:34,066[B ]| But his Son's death did all the rest excel; 072:34,067[B ]| (His Gallant Son, though young, had Consul been) 072:34,068[B ]| His Funeral Oration I have seen 072:34,069[B ]| Often, and when on$4$ that$6#2$ I turn my eyes, 072:34,070[B ]| I all the Old Philosophers despise, 072:34,071[B ]| Though he in$4$ all the People's eyes seemed great, 072:34,072[B ]| Yet greater he appeared in$4$ his retreat; 072:34,073[B ]| When feasting with his private friends at home, 072:34,074[B ]| Such Counsel, such Discourse from him did come, 072:34,075[B ]| Such Science in$4$ his Art of Augury, 072:34,076[B ]| No$2$ Roman ever was more learned than he; 072:34,077[B ]| Knowledge of all things present, and to$9$ come, 072:34,078[B ]| Remembering all the Wars of ancient \Rome\, 072:34,079[B ]| Nor only these, but all the World's beside; 072:34,080[B ]| Dying in$4$ extreme age, I prophesied 072:34,081[B ]| That$3$ which$6#1$ is come to$9$ pass, and did discern 072:34,082[B ]| From his Survivors I could nothing learn. 072:34,083[B ]| This long discourse was but to$9$ let you see, 072:34,084[B ]| That$3$ his long life could not uneasy be. 072:34,085[B ]| Few like$4$ the \Fabii\ or the \Scipios\ are 072:34,086[B ]| Takers of Cities, Conquerors in$4$ War, 072:34,087[B ]| Yet others to$4$ like$5$ happy Age arrive, 072:34,088[B ]| Who$6#1$ modest, quiet, and with virtue live: 072:34,089[B ]| Thus \Plato\ writing his Philosophy, 072:34,090[B ]| With Honour after ninety years did die. 072:34,091[B ]| The \Athenian Story\ writ at ninety four 072:34,092[B ]| By$4$ \Isocrates\, who$6#1$ yet lived five years more, 072:34,093[B ]| His Master \Gorgias\ at the hundredth year 072:34,094[B ]| And seventh, not his studies did forbear, 072:34,095[B ]| And asked, why he no$2$ sooner left the Stage, 072:34,096[B ]| Said, he saw nothing to$9$ accuse Old Age. 072:34,097[B ]| None but the foolish, who$6#1$ their lives abuse 072:34,098[B ]| Age, of their own Mistakes and Crimes accuse, 072:34,099[B ]| All Commonwealths (as by$4$ Record is seen) 072:34,100[B ]| As by$4$ Age preserved, by$4$ Youth destroyed have been. 072:34,101[B ]| When the Tragedian \Na*evius\ did demand, 072:34,102[B ]| Why did your Common-wealth no$2$ longer stand? 072:34,103[B ]| It was answered, that$3$ their Senators were new, 072:34,104[B ]| Foolish, and young, and such as nothing knew; 072:34,105[B ]| Nature to$4$ Youth hot rashness doth dispense, 072:34,106[B ]| But with cold prudence Age doth recompense; 072:34,107[B ]| But Age (it is said) will$1$ memory decay, 072:34,108[B ]| So $3$(if it be not exercised) it may; 072:34,109[B ]| Or, if by$4$ Nature it be dull, and slow, 072:34,110[B ]| \Themistocles\ (when aged) the Names did know 072:34,111[B ]| Of all the \Athenians\, and none grow so$5#1$ old, 072:34,112[B ]| Not to$9$ remember where they hid their Gold. 072:34,113[B ]| From Age such Art of Memory we learn, 072:34,114[B ]| To$9$ forget nothing, which$6#1$ is our concern. 072:34,115[B ]| Their interest no$2$ Priest, nor Sorcerer 072:34,116[B ]| Forgets, nor Lawyer, nor Philosopher; 072:34,117[B ]| No$2$ understanding, Memory can want, 072:34,118[B ]| Where Wisdom studious industry doth plant. 072:34,119[B ]| Nor does it only in$4$ the active live, 072:34,120[B ]| But in$4$ the quiet and contemplative; 072:34,121[B ]| When \Sophocles\ (who$6#1$ Plays, when aged wrote) 072:34,122[B ]| Was by$4$ his Sons before the Judges brought, 072:34,123[B ]| Because he paid the Muses such respect, 072:34,124[B ]| His Fortune, Wife, and Children to$9$ neglect, 072:34,125[B ]| Almost condemned, he moved the Judges thus, 072:34,126[B ]| Hear, but instead of me, my \Oedipus\, 072:34,127[B ]| The Judges hearing with applause, at the end, 072:34,128[B ]| Freed him, and said no$2$ Fool such Lines had penned. 072:34,129[B ]| What Poets, and what Orators can I 072:34,130[B ]| Recount? What Princes in$4$ Philosophy? 072:34,131[B ]| Whose constant Studies with their Age did strive, 072:34,132[B ]| Nor did they those, though those did them survive. 072:34,133[B ]| Old Husbandmen I at \Sabinium\ know, 072:34,134[B ]| Who$6#1$ for$4$ another year dig, plough, and sow. 072:34,135[B ]| For$3$ never any man was yet so$5#1$ old, 072:34,136[B ]| But hoped his life one Winter more might hold. 072:34,137[B ]| \Ca*ecilius\ vainly said, each day we spend 072:34,138[B ]| Discovers something, which$6#1$ must needs offend, 072:34,139[B ]| But sometimes Age may pleasant things behold, 072:34,140[B ]| And nothing that$6#1$ offends: He should have told 072:34,141[B ]| This not to$4$ Age, but Youth, who$6#1$ oftener see 072:34,142[B ]| What not alone offends, but hurts, than we: 072:34,143[B ]| That$6#2$, I in$4$ him, which$6#1$ he in$4$ Age condemned, 072:34,144[B ]| That$3$ us it renders odious, and contemned. 072:34,145[B ]| He knew not virtue, if he thought this, truth; 072:34,146[B ]| For$3$ Youth delights in$4$ Age, and Age in$4$ Youth. 072:34,147[B ]| What to$4$ the Old can greater pleasure be, 072:34,148[B ]| Than hopeful, and ingenious Youth to$9$ see? 072:34,149[B ]| When they with reverence follow where we lead, 072:34,150[B ]| And in$4$ strait paths by$4$ our direction tread; 072:34,151[B ]| And even my conversation here I see, 072:34,152[B ]| As well received by$4$ you, as yours by$4$ me. 072:34,153[B ]| It is disingenuous to$9$ accuse our Age 072:34,154[B ]| Of Idleness, who$6#1$ all our powers ingage 072:34,155[B ]| In$4$ the same Studies, the same Course to$9$ hold; 072:34,156[B ]| Nor think our reason for$4$ new Arts too old. 072:34,157[B ]| \Solon\ the Sage his Progress never ceased, 072:34,158[B ]| But still his Learning with his dayes increased; 072:34,159[B ]| And I with the same greediness did seek 072:34,160[B ]| As (water when I thirst) to$9$ swallow Greek, 072:34,161[B ]| Which$6#1$ I did only learn, that$3$ I might know 072:34,162[B ]| Those great Examples, which$6#1$ I follow now: 072:34,163[B ]| And I have heard that$3$ \Socrates\ the wise 072:34,164[B ]| Learned on$4$ the Lute for$4$ his last exercise, 072:34,165[B ]| Though many of the Ancients did the same, 072:34,166[B ]| To$9$ improve Knowledge was my only aim. 072:35,000[' ]| 072:35,001[B ]| Now into our second grievance I must break, 072:35,002[B ]| \That$3$ loss of strength makes understanding weak\. 072:35,003[B ]| I grieve no$2$ more my youthful strength to$9$ want, 072:35,004[B ]| Than young, that$6#2$ of a Bull or Elephant; 072:35,005[B ]| Then with that$6#2$ force content, which$6#1$ Nature gave, 072:35,006[B ]| Nor am I now displeased with what I have. 072:35,007[B ]| When the young Wrestlers at their sport grew warm, 072:35,008[B ]| Old \Milo\ wept, to$9$ see his naked arm; 072:35,009[B ]| And cried, it was dead, Trifler thine heart, and head, 072:35,010[B ]| And all that$6#1$ is in$4$ them (not thy arm) are dead; 072:35,011[B ]| This folly every looker*on derides, 072:35,012[B ]| To$9$ glory only in$4$ thy arms and sides. 072:35,013[B ]| Our gallant Ancestors let fall no$2$ tears, 072:35,014[B ]| Their strength decreasing by$4$ increasing years; 072:35,015[B ]| But they advanced in$4$ Wisdom every hour, 072:35,016[B ]| And made the Common-wealth advance in$4$ power. 072:35,017[B ]| But Orators may grieve, for$3$ in$4$ their sides 072:35,018[B ]| Rather than heads, their faculty abides; 072:35,019[B ]| Yet I have heard old voices loud and clear, 072:35,020[B ]| And still my own sometimes the Senate hear. 072:35,021[B ]| When the Old with smooth and gentle voices plead, 072:35,022[B ]| They by$4$ the ear their well-pleased Audience lead: 072:35,023[B ]| Which$6#1$, if I had not strength enough to$9$ do, 072:35,024[B ]| I could (my \La*elius\ and my \Scipio\) 072:35,025[B ]| What is to$9$ be done, or not be done, instruct, 072:35,026[B ]| And to$4$ the Maxims of good life conduct. 072:35,027[B ]| \Cneius\ and \Publius*Scipio\, and (that$6#2$ man 072:35,028[B ]| Of men) your Grandsire the great African, 072:35,029[B ]| Were joyful, when the flower of Noble blood 072:35,030[B ]| Crowded their Dwellings, and attending stood, 072:35,031[B ]| Like$4$ Oracles their Counsels to$9$ receive, 072:35,032[B ]| How in$4$ their Progress they should act, and live. 072:35,033[B ]| And they whose high examples youth obeys, 072:35,034[B ]| Are not despised, though their strength decays. 072:35,035[B ]| And those decays (to$9$ speak the naked truth, 072:35,036[B ]| Though the defects of Age) were Crimes of Youth. 072:35,037[B ]| Intemperate Youth (by$4$ sad experience found) 072:35,038[B ]| Ends in$4$ an Age imperfect, and unsound. 072:35,039[B ]| \Cyrus\, though aged (if \Xenophon\ say true) 072:35,040[B ]| \Lucius*Metellus\ (whom when young I knew) 072:35,041[B ]| Who$6#1$ held (after his Second Consulate) 072:35,042[B ]| Twenty two years the high Pontificate; 072:35,043[B ]| Neither of those in$4$ body, or in$4$ mind 072:35,044[B ]| Before his death the least decay did find. 072:35,045[B ]| I speak not of myself, though none deny 072:35,046[B ]| To$4$ age (to$9$ praise their youth) the liberty: 072:35,047[B ]| Such an unwasted strength I can not boast, 072:35,048[B ]| Yet now my years are eighty four almost: 072:35,049[B ]| And though from what it was my strength is far, 072:35,050[B ]| Both in$4$ the first and second \Punic\ war, 072:35,051[B ]| Nor at \Thermopyla*e\, under \Glabrio\, 072:35,052[B ]| Nor when I consul into \Spain\ did go; 072:35,053[B ]| But yet I feel no$2$ weakness, nor hath length 072:35,054[B ]| Of Winters quite enervated my strength; 072:35,055[B ]| And I, my Guest, my Client, or my friend, 072:35,056[B ]| Still in$4$ the Courts of Justice can defend: 072:35,057[B ]| Neither must I that$6#2$ Proverb truth allow, 072:35,058[B ]| Who$6#1$ would be Ancient, must be early so$5#2$. 072:35,059[B ]| I would be youthful still, and find no$2$ need 072:35,060[B ]| To$9$ appear old, till I was so$5#2$ indeed. 072:35,061[B ]| And yet you see my hours not idle are, 072:35,062[B ]| Though with your strength I can not mine compare. 072:35,063[B ]| Yet this Centurion's doth yours surmount, 072:35,064[B ]| Not therefore him the better man I count. 072:35,065[B ]| \Milo\ when entering the Olympic Game, 072:35,066[B ]| With a huge Ox upon$4$ his shoulder came. 072:35,067[B ]| Would you the force of \Milos'\ body find? 072:35,068[B ]| Rather than of \Pythagoras's\ mind? 072:35,069[B ]| The force which$6#1$ Nature gives with care retain, 072:35,070[B ]| But when decayed, it is folly to$9$ complain; 072:35,071[B ]| In$4$ age to$9$ wish for$4$ youth is full as vain, 072:35,072[B ]| As for$4$ a youth to$9$ turn a child again. 072:35,073[B ]| Simple, and certain Nature's ways appear, 072:35,074[B ]| As she sets forth the seasons of the year. 072:35,075[B ]| So$3$ in$4$ all parts of life we find her truth, 072:35,076[B ]| Weakness to$4$ childhood, rashness to$4$ our youth: 072:35,077[B ]| To$4$ elder years to$9$ be discreet and grave, 072:35,078[B ]| Then to$4$ old age maturity she gave. 072:35,079[B ]| (\Scipio\) you know, how \Masinissa\ bears 072:35,080[B ]| His Kingly Port, at more than ninety years; 072:35,081[B ]| When marching with his foot, he walks till night; 072:35,082[B ]| When with his horse, he never will$1$ alight; 072:35,083[B ]| Though cold, or wet, his head is always bare; 072:35,084[B ]| So$5#1$ hot, so$5#1$ dry, his aged members are. 072:35,085[B ]| You see how Exercise and Temperance 072:35,086[B ]| Even to$4$ old years a youthful strength advance. 072:35,087[B ]| Our Law (because from age our strength retires) 072:35,088[B ]| No$2$ duty which$6#1$ belongs to$4$ strength requires. 072:35,089[B ]| But age doth many men so$5#1$ feeble make, 072:35,090[B ]| That$3$ they no$2$ great design can undertake; 072:35,091[B ]| Yet, that$6#2$ to$4$ age not singly is applied, 072:35,092[B ]| But to$4$ all man's infirmities beside. 072:35,093[B ]| That$3$ \Scipio\ (who$6#1$ adopted you) did fall 072:35,094[B ]| Into such pains, he had no$2$ health at all; 072:35,095[B ]| Who$6#1$ else had equalled \Africanus\ parts, 072:35,096[B ]| Exceeding him in$4$ all the Liberal Arts. 072:35,097[B ]| Why should those errors then imputed be 072:35,098[B ]| To$4$ Age alone, from which$6#1$ our youth is not free? 072:35,099[B ]| Every disease of age we may prevent, 072:35,100[B ]| Like$4$ those of youth, by$4$ being diligent. 072:35,101[B ]| When sick, such moderate exercise we use, 072:35,102[B ]| And diet, as our vital heat renews; 072:35,103[B ]| And if our bodies thence refreshment finds, 072:35,104[B ]| Then must we also exercise our minds. 072:35,105[B ]| If with continual Oil we not supply 072:35,106[B ]| Our Lamp, the Light for$4$ want of it will$1$ die: 072:35,107[B ]| Though bodies may be tired with exercise, 072:35,108[B ]| No$2$ weariness the mind could ever surprise. 072:35,109[B ]| \Ca*ecilius\, the Comedian, when of Age, 072:35,110[B ]| He represents the follies on$4$ the Stage; 072:35,111[B ]| They are credulous, forgetful, dissolute, 072:35,112[B ]| Neither those Crimes to$4$ age he doth impute; 072:35,113[B ]| But to$4$ old men to$4$ whom those Crimes belong. 072:35,114[B ]| Lust, petulance, rashness, are in$4$ youth more strong 072:35,115[B ]| Than age, and yet young men those vices hate, 072:35,116[B ]| Who$6#1$ virtuous are, discreet, and temperate: 072:35,117[B ]| And so$3$ what we call dotage, seldom breeds 072:35,118[B ]| In$4$ bodies, but where nature sowed the seeds. 072:35,119[B ]| There are five Daughters and four gallant Sons, 072:35,120[B ]| In$4$ whom the blood of Noble \Appius\ runs, 072:35,121[B ]| With a most numerous Family beside; 072:35,122[B ]| When he alone though old, and blind did guide. 072:35,123[B ]| Yet his clear-sighted mind was still intent, 072:35,124[B ]| And to$4$ his business like$4$ a Bow stood bent: 072:35,125[B ]| By$4$ Children, Servants, Neighbours so$5#1$ esteemed, 072:35,126[B ]| He not a Master, but a Monarch seemed. 072:35,127[B ]| All his Relations his admirers were, 072:35,128[B ]| His sons paid reverence, and his Servants fear: 072:35,129[B ]| The Order and the ancient Discipline 072:35,130[B ]| Of Romans, did in$4$ all his actions shine. 072:35,131[B ]| Authority (kept up$5$) old age secures, 072:35,132[B ]| Whose dignity, as long as life endures. 072:35,133[B ]| Something of youth I in$4$ old age approve, 072:35,134[B ]| But more the marks of age in$4$ youth I love. 072:35,135[B ]| Who$6#1$ this observes, may in$4$ his body find 072:35,136[B ]| Decrepit age, but never in$4$ his mind. 072:35,137[B ]| The seven Volumes of my own Reports, 072:35,138[B ]| Wherein are all the Pleadings of our Courts. 072:35,139[B ]| All noble Monuments of \Greece\ are come 072:35,140[B ]| Unto my hands, with those of ancient \Rome\. 072:35,141[B ]| The Pontificial, and the Civil Law, 072:35,142[B ]| I study still, and thence Orations draw. 072:35,143[B ]| And to$9$ confirm my Memory, at night, 072:35,144[B ]| What I hear, see, do, by$4$ day, I still recite. 072:35,145[B ]| These exercises for$4$ my thoughts I find, 072:35,146[B ]| These labours are the Chariot of my mind. 072:35,147[B ]| To$9$ serve my friends, the Senate I frequent, 072:35,148[B ]| And there what I before digested, vent. 072:35,149[B ]| Which$6#1$ only from my strength of mind proceeds, 072:35,150[B ]| Not any outward force of body needs: 072:35,151[B ]| Which$6#1$, if I could not do, I should delight 072:35,152[B ]| On$4$ what I would to$9$ ruminate at night. 072:35,153[B ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ such practices their minds engage, 072:35,154[B ]| Nor fear, nor think of their approaching age; 072:35,155[B ]| Which$6#1$ by$4$ degrees invisibly doth creep: 072:35,156[B ]| Nor do we seem to$9$ die, but fall asleep. 072:36,000[' ]| 072:36,001[B ]| Now must I draw my forces against that$6#2$ Host 072:36,002[B ]| Of Pleasures, which$6#1$ in$4$ the Sea of age are lost. 072:36,003[B ]| Oh, thou most high transcendent gift of age! 072:36,004[B ]| Youth from its folly thus to$9$ disengage. 072:36,005[B ]| And now receive from me that$6#2$ most divine 072:36,006[B ]| Oration of that$6#2$ noble \Tarentine\, 072:36,007[B ]| Which$6#1$ at \Tarentum\ I long since did hear; 072:36,008[B ]| When I attended the great \Fabius\ there. 072:36,009[B ]| Ye Gods, was it man's Nature? or his Fate? 072:36,010[B ]| Betrayed him with sweet pleasure's poisoned bait? 072:36,011[B ]| Which$6#1$ he, with all designs of art, or power, 072:36,012[B ]| Doth with unbridled appetite devour; 072:36,013[B ]| And as all poisons seek the noblest part, 072:36,014[B ]| Pleasure possesses first the head and heart; 072:36,015[B ]| Intoxicating both, by$4$ them, she finds, 072:36,016[B ]| And burns the Sacred Temples of our Minds. 072:36,017[B ]| Furies, which$6#1$ Reason's divine chains had bound, 072:36,018[B ]| (That$6#1$ being broken) all the World confound. 072:36,019[B ]| Lust, Murder, Treason, Avarice, and Hell 072:36,020[B ]| Itself broke loose; in$4$ Reason's Palace dwell, 072:36,021[B ]| Truth, Honour, Justice, Temperance, are fled, 072:36,022[B ]| All her attendants into darkness led. 072:36,023[B ]| But why all this discourse? when pleasure's rage 072:36,024[B ]| Hath conquered reason, we must treat with age. 072:36,025[B ]| Age undermines, and will$1$ in$4$ time surprise 072:36,026[B ]| Her strongest Forts, and cut off all supplies. 072:36,027[B ]| And joined in$4$ league with strong necessity, 072:36,028[B ]| Pleasure must fly, or else by$4$ famine die. 072:36,029[B ]| \Flaminius\, whom a Consulship had graced 072:36,030[B ]| (Then Censor) from the Senate I displaced; 072:36,031[B ]| When he in$4$ \Gaul\ a Consul, made a Feast, 072:36,032[B ]| A beauteous Courtesan did him request, 072:36,033[B ]| To$9$ see the cutting off a Prisoner's head; 072:36,034[B ]| This Crime I could not leave unpunished, 072:36,035[B ]| Since by$4$ a private villainy he stained 072:36,036[B ]| That$6#2$ Public Honour, which$6#1$ at \Rome\ he gained. 072:36,037[B ]| Then to$4$ our age (when not to$4$ pleasures bent) 072:36,038[B ]| This seems an honour, not disparagement. 072:36,039[B ]| We, not all pleasures like$4$ the Stoics hate; 072:36,040[B ]| But love and seek those which$6#1$ are moderate. 072:36,041[B ]| (Though Divine \Plato\ thus of pleasures thought, 072:36,042[B ]| They us, with hooks and baits, like$4$ fishes caught.) 072:36,043[B ]| When Qua*estor, to$4$ the Gods, in$4$ Public Halls 072:36,044[B ]| I was the first, who$6#1$ set up$5$ Festivals. 072:36,045[B ]| Not with high tastes our appetites did force, 072:36,046[B ]| But filled with conversation and discourse; 072:36,047[B ]| Which$6#1$ Feasts, \Convivial Meetings\ we did name. 072:36,048[B ]| Not like$4$ the Ancient Greeks, who$6#1$ to$4$ their shame, 072:36,049[B ]| Called it a \Compotation\, not a Feast; 072:36,050[B ]| Declaring the worst part of it the best. 072:36,051[B ]| Those Entertainments I did then frequent 072:36,052[B ]| Sometimes with youthful heat and merriment: 072:36,053[B ]| But now (I thank my age) which$6#1$ gives me ease 072:36,054[B ]| From those excesses, yet myself I please 072:36,055[B ]| With cheerful talk to$9$ entertain my guests, 072:36,056[B ]| (Discourses are to$4$ age continual feasts) 072:36,057[B ]| The love of meat and wine they recompense, 072:36,058[B ]| And cheer the mind, as much as those the Sense. 072:36,059[B ]| I am not more pleased with gravity among 072:36,060[B ]| The aged, than to$9$ be youthful with the young; 072:36,061[B ]| Nor against all pleasures proclaim open war, 072:36,062[B ]| To$4$ which$6#1$, in$4$ age, some natural motions are. 072:36,063[B ]| And still at my \Sabinum\ I delight 072:36,064[B ]| To$9$ treat my Neighbours till the depth of night. 072:36,065[B ]| But we the sense and gust of pleasure want, 072:36,066[B ]| Which$6#1$ youth at full possesses, this I grant; 072:36,067[B ]| But age seeks not the things which$6#1$ youth requires, 072:36,068[B ]| And no$2$ man needs that$6#2$, which$6#1$ he not desires. 072:36,069[B ]| When \Sophocles\ was asked if he denied, 072:36,070[B ]| Himself the use of pleasures, he replied, 072:36,071@w | I humbly thank the Immortal Gods, who$6#1$ me 072:36,072@w | From that$6#2$ fierce Tyrant's insolence set free. 072:36,073[B ]| But they whom pressing appetites constrain, 072:36,074[B ]| Grieve when they can not their desires obtain. 072:36,075[B ]| Young men the use of pleasure understand, 072:36,076[B ]| As of an object new, and near at hand: 072:36,077[B ]| Though this stands more remote from age's sight, 072:36,078[B ]| Yet they behold it not without delight: 072:36,079[B ]| As ancient soldiers from their duties eased, 072:36,080[B ]| With sense of Honour and Rewards are pleased, 072:36,081[B ]| So$3$ from ambitious hopes, and lusts released, 072:36,082[B ]| Delighted with itself, our age doth rest. 072:36,083[B ]| No$2$ part of life is more happy, when with bread 072:36,084[B ]| Of ancient Knowledge, and new Learning fed; 072:36,085[B ]| All youthful pleasures by$4$ degrees must cease, 072:36,086[B ]| But those of age even with our years increase. 072:36,087[B ]| We love not loaded Boards, and Goblets crowned, 072:36,088[B ]| But free from surfeits, our repose is sound. 072:36,089[B ]| When old \Fabritius\ to$4$ the Samnites went 072:36,090[B ]| Ambassador from \Rome\ to$4$ \Pyrrhus\ sent, 072:36,091[B ]| He heard a grave Philosopher maintain, 072:36,092[B ]| That$3$ all the actions of our life were vain; 072:36,093[B ]| Which$6#1$ with our sense of pleasure not conspired. 072:36,094[B ]| \Fabritius\ the Philosopher desired, 072:36,095[B ]| That$3$ he to$4$ \Pyrrhus\ would that$6#2$ Maxim teach, 072:36,096[B ]| And to$4$ the Samnites the same doctrine preach; 072:36,097[B ]| Then of their Conquest he should doubt no$2$ more, 072:36,098[B ]| Whom their own pleasures overcame before. 072:36,099[B ]| Now into Rustic matters I must fall, 072:36,100[B ]| Which$6#1$ pleasure seems to$4$ me the chief of all. 072:36,101[B ]| Age no$2$ impediment to$4$ those can give, 072:36,102[B ]| Who$6#1$ wisely by$4$ the Rules of Nature live. 072:36,103[B ]| Earth (though our Mother) cheerfully obeys, 072:36,104[B ]| All the commands her race upon$4$ her lays. 072:36,105[B ]| For$3$ whatsoever from our hand she takes, 072:36,106[B ]| Greater, or less, a vast return she makes, 072:36,107[B ]| Nor am I only pleased with that$6#2$ resource, 072:36,108[B ]| But with her ways, her method, and her force, 072:36,109[B ]| To$9$ seed her bosom (by$4$ the plough made fit) 072:36,110[B ]| Receives, where kindly she embraces it, 072:36,111[B ]| Which$6#1$ with her genuine warmth, diffused, and spread 072:36,112[B ]| Sends forth betimes a green, and tender head, 072:36,113[B ]| Then gives it motion, life, and nourishment, 072:36,114[B ]| Which$6#1$ from the root through nerves and veins are sent, 072:36,115[B ]| Straight in$4$ a hollow sheath upright it grows, 072:36,116[B ]| And, form receiving, doth itself disclose, 072:36,117[B ]| Drawn up$5$ in$4$ ranks, and files, the bearded spikes 072:36,118[B ]| Guard it from birds as with a stand of pikes. 072:36,119[B ]| When of the Vine I speak, I seem inspired 072:36,120[B ]| And with delight, as with her juice am fired; 072:36,121[B ]| At Nature's God-like power I stand amazed, 072:36,122[B ]| Which$6#1$ such vast bodies hath from Atoms raised. 072:36,123[B ]| The kernel of a grape, the fig's small grain 072:36,124[B ]| Can clothe a Mountain, and overshade a Plain: 072:36,125[B ]| But thou (dear Vine) forbiddest me to$9$ be long, 072:36,126[B ]| Although thy trunk be neither large, nor strong, 072:36,127[B ]| Nor can thy head (not helped) itself sublime, 072:36,128[B ]| Yet like$4$ a Serpent, a tall tree can climb, 072:36,129[B ]| Whatever thy many fingers can entwine 072:36,130[B ]| Proves thy support, and all its strength is thine, 072:36,131[B ]| Though nature gave not legs, it gave thee hands, 072:36,132[B ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ thy prop the proudest Cedar stands; 072:36,133[B ]| As thou hast hands, so$3$ hath thy off-spring wings, 072:36,134[B ]| And to$4$ the highest part of Mortals springs, 072:36,135[B ]| But lest thou shouldst consume thy wealth in$4$ vain, 072:36,136[B ]| And starve thyself, to$9$ feed a numerous train, 072:36,137[B ]| Or like$4$ the Bee (sweet as thy blood) designed 072:36,138[B ]| To$9$ be destroyed to$9$ propagate his kind, 072:36,139[B ]| Lest thy redundant, and superfluous juice, 072:36,140[B ]| Should fading leaves instead of fruits produce, 072:36,141[B ]| The Pruner's hand with letting blood must quench 072:36,142[B ]| Thy heat, and thy exuberant parts retrench: 072:36,143[B ]| Then from the joints of thy prolific stem 072:36,144[B ]| A swelling knot is raised (called a gem) 072:36,145[B ]| Whence, in$4$ short space itself the cluster shews, 072:36,146[B ]| And from earth's moisture mixt with Sun-beams grows, 072:36,147[B ]| In$4$ the Spring, like$4$ youth, it yields an acid taste, 072:36,148[B ]| But summer doth, like$4$ age, the sourness waste, 072:36,149[B ]| Then clothed with leaves from heat, and cold secure, 072:36,150[B ]| Like$4$ Virgins, sweet, and beauteous, when mature. 072:36,151[B ]| On$4$ fruits, flowers, herbs, and plants, I long could dwell 072:36,152[B ]| At once to$9$ please my eye, my taste, my smell, 072:36,153[B ]| My Walks of trees, all planted by$4$ my hand 072:36,154[B ]| Like$4$ Children of my own begetting stand, 072:36,155[B ]| To$9$ tell the several nature of each earth, 072:36,156[B ]| What fruits from each most properly take birth: 072:36,157[B ]| And with what arts to$9$ enrich every mold, 072:36,158[B ]| The dry to$9$ moisten and to$9$ warm the cold. 072:36,159[B ]| But when we graft, or Buds inoculate, 072:36,160[B ]| Nature by$4$ Art we nobly meliorate, 072:36,161[B ]| As \Orpheus\ Music wildest beasts did tame, 072:36,162[B ]| From the sour Crab the sweetest Apple came: 072:36,163[B ]| The Mother to$4$ the Daughter goes to$4$ School, 072:36,164[B ]| The species changed, doth her laws over-rule; 072:36,165[B ]| Nature herself doth from herself depart, 072:36,166[B ]| (Strange transmigration) by$4$ the power of Art. 072:36,167[B ]| How little things, give law to$4$ great? we see 072:36,168[B ]| The small Bud captivates the greatest Tree. 072:36,169[B ]| Here even the Power Divine we imitate, 072:36,170[B ]| And seem not to$9$ beget, but to$9$ create. 072:36,171[B ]| Much was I pleased with fowls and beasts, the tame 072:36,172[B ]| For$4$ food and profit, and the wild for$4$ game. 072:36,173[B ]| Excuse me when this pleasant string I touch, 072:36,174[B ]| (For$3$ age, of what delights it, speaks too much) 072:36,175[B ]| Who$6#1$, twice victorious \Pyrrhus\ conquered, 072:36,176[B ]| The \Sabines\ and the \Samnites\ captive led, 072:36,177[B ]| Great \Curius\, his remaining days did spend, 072:36,178[B ]| And in$4$ this happy life his triumph's end. 072:36,179[B ]| My Farm stands near, and when I there retire, 072:36,180[B ]| His, and that$6#2$ Age's temper I admire, 072:36,181[B ]| The \Samnites'\ chiefs, as by$4$ his fire he sat, 072:36,182[B ]| With a vast sum of Gold on$4$ him did wait, 072:36,183@w | Return, 072:36,183[B ]| said he, 072:36,183@w | Your Gold I nothing weigh, 072:36,184@w | When those, who$6#1$ can command it, me obey: 072:36,185[B ]| This my assertion proves, he may be old 072:36,186[B ]| And yet not sordid, who$6#1$ refuses Gold. 072:36,187[B ]| In$4$ Summer to$9$ sit still, or walk, I love, 072:36,188[B ]| Near a cool Fountain, or a shady Grove, 072:36,189[B ]| What can in$4$ Winter render more delight? 072:36,190[B ]| Than the high Sun at noon, and fire at night, 072:36,191[B ]| While our old friends, and neighbours feast, and play, 072:36,192[B ]| And with their harmless mirth turn night to$4$ day, 072:36,193[B ]| Unpurchased plenty our full tables loads, 072:36,194[B ]| And part of what they lent, returns to$4$ our Gods. 072:36,195[B ]| That$6#2$ honour, and authority which$6#1$ dwells 072:36,196[B ]| With age, all pleasures of our youth excels, 072:36,197[B ]| Observe, that$3$ I that$6#2$ Age have only praised 072:36,198[B ]| Whose pillars were on$4$ youth's foundations raised, 072:36,199[B ]| And that$3$ (for$4$ which$6#1$ I great applause received) 072:36,200[B ]| As a true maxim hath been since believed. 072:36,201[B ]| That$6#2$ most unhappy age great pity needs, 072:36,202[B ]| Which$6#1$ to$9$ defend itself, new matter pleads, 072:36,203[B ]| Not from gray hairs authority doth flow, 072:36,204[B ]| Nor from bald heads, nor from a wrinkled brow, 072:36,205[B ]| But our past life, when virtuously spent, 072:36,206[B ]| Must to$4$ our age those happy fruits present, 072:36,207[B ]| Those things to$4$ age most Honorable are, 072:36,208[B ]| Which$6#1$ easy, common, and but light appear, 072:36,209[B ]| Salutes, consulting, complement, resort, 072:36,210[B ]| Crowding attendance to$4$, and from the Court, 072:36,211[B ]| And not on$4$ \Rome\ alone this honour waits, 072:36,212[B ]| But on$4$ all Civil, and well-governed States. 072:36,213[B ]| \Lysander\ pleading in$4$ his City's praise, 072:36,214[B ]| From thence his strongest argument did raise, 072:36,215[B ]| That$3$ \Sparta\ did with honour Age support, 072:36,216[B ]| Paying them just respect, at Stage, and Court, 072:36,217[B ]| But at proud \Athens\ Youth did Age out-face, 072:36,218[B ]| Nor at the Plays, would rise, or give them place, 072:36,219[B ]| When an \Athenian\ Stranger of great age, 072:36,220[B ]| Arrived at \Sparta\, climbing up$4$ the Stage, 072:36,221[B ]| To$4$ him the whole Assembly rose, and ran 072:36,222[B ]| To$9$ place and ease this old and reverend man, 072:36,223[B ]| Who$6#1$ thus his thanks returns, 072:36,223@w | the \Athenians\ know 072:36,224@w | What is to$9$ be done, but what they know, not do. 072:36,225[B ]| Here our great Senate's Orders I may quote, 072:36,226[B ]| The first in$4$ age is still the first in$4$ vote, 072:36,227[B ]| Nor honour, nor high-birth, nor great command 072:36,228[B ]| In$4$ competition with great years may stand. 072:36,229[B ]| Why should our Youth's short, transient pleasures, dare 072:36,230[B ]| With Age's lasting honours to$9$ compare? 072:36,231[B ]| On$4$ the World's Stage, when our applause grows high, 072:36,232[B ]| For$4$ acting here, life's Tragic Comedy, 072:36,233[B ]| The lookers*on will$1$ say we act not well, 072:36,234[B ]| Unless the last the former Scenes excel: 072:36,235[B ]| But Age is froward, uneasy, scrutinous, 072:36,236[B ]| Hard to$9$ be pleased, and parsimonious; 072:36,237[B ]| But all those errors from our Manners rise, 072:36,238[B ]| Not from our years, yet some Morosities 072:36,239[B ]| We must expect, since jealousy belongs 072:36,240[B ]| To$4$ age, of scorn, and tender sense of wrongs, 072:36,241[B ]| Yet those are mollified, or not discerneed, 072:36,242[B ]| Where civil arts and manners have been learned, 072:36,243[B ]| So$3$ the Twins' humours in$4$ our \Terence\, are 072:36,244[B ]| Unlike, this harsh, and rude, that$6#2$ smooth and fair, 072:36,245[B ]| Our nature here, is not unlike our wine, 072:36,246[B ]| Some sorts, when old, continue brisk, and fine, 072:36,247[B ]| So$3$ Age's gravity may seem severe, 072:36,248[B ]| But nothing harsh, or bitter ought to$9$ appear, 072:36,249[B ]| Of Age's avarice I can not see 072:36,250[B ]| What colour, ground, or reason there should be, 072:36,251[B ]| Is it not folly? when the way we ride 072:36,252[B ]| Is short, for$4$ a long voyage to$9$ provide. 072:36,253[B ]| To$4$ Avarice some title Youth may own, 072:36,254[B ]| To$9$ reap in$4$ Autumn, what the Spring had sown; 072:36,255[B ]| And with the providence of Bees, or Ants, 072:36,256[B ]| Prevent with Summer's plenty, Winter's wants, 072:36,257[B ]| But Age scarce sows, till Death stands by$4$ to$9$ reap, 072:36,258[B ]| And to$4$ a stranger's hand transfers the heap; 072:36,259[B ]| Afraid to$9$ be so$5#2$ once, she is always poor, 072:36,260[B ]| And to$9$ avoid a mischief, makes it sure 072:36,261[B ]| Such madness, as for$4$ fear of death to$9$ die, 072:36,262[B ]| Is, to$9$ be poor for$4$ fear of Poverty. 072:37,000[' ]| 072:37,001[B ]| Now against (that$6#2$ which$6#1$ terrifies our age) 072:37,002[B ]| The last, and greatest grievance we engage, 072:37,003[B ]| To$4$ her, grim death appears in$4$ all her shapes, 072:37,004[B ]| The hungry grave for$4$ her due tribute gapes, 072:37,005[B ]| Fond, foolish man! with fear of death surprised 072:37,006[B ]| Which$6#1$ either should be wished*for, or despised, 072:37,007[B ]| This, if our Souls with Bodies, death destroy, 072:37,008[B ]| That$6#2$, if our Souls a second life enjoy, 072:37,009[B ]| What else is to$9$ be feared? when we shall gain 072:37,010[B ]| Eternal life, or have no$2$ sense of pain, 072:37,011[B ]| The youngest in$4$ the morning are not sure, 072:37,012[B ]| That$3$ till the night their life they can secure 072:37,013[B ]| Their age stands more exposed to$4$ accidents 072:37,014[B ]| Than ours, nor common cure their fate prevents: 072:37,015[B ]| Death's force (with terror) against Nature strives, 072:37,016[B ]| Nor one of many to$4$ ripe age arrives, 072:37,017[B ]| From this ill fate the world's disorders rise, 072:37,018[B ]| For$3$ if all men were old they would be wise, 072:37,019[B ]| Years, and experience, our fore-fathers taught, 072:37,020[B ]| Them under Laws, and into Cities brought: 072:37,021[B ]| Why only should the fear of death belong 072:37,022[B ]| To$4$ age? which$6#1$ is as common to$4$ the young: 072:37,023[B ]| Your hopeful Brothers, and my Son, to$4$ you 072:37,024[B ]| (\Scipio\) and me, this maxim makes too true, 072:37,025[B ]| But vigorous Youth may his gay thoughts erect 072:37,026[B ]| To$4$ many years, which$6#1$ Age must not expect, 072:37,027[B ]| But when he sees his airy hopes deceived, 072:37,028[B ]| With grief he says, who$6#2$ this would have believed? 072:37,029[B ]| We happier are than they, who$6#1$ but desired 072:37,030[B ]| To$9$ possess that$6#2$, which$6#1$ we long since acquired. 072:37,031[B ]| What if our age to$4$ \Nestor's\ could extend? 072:37,032[B ]| It is vain to$9$ think that$6#2$ lasting, which$6#1$ must end; 072:37,033[B ]| And when it is past, not any part remains 072:37,034[B ]| Thereof, but the reward which$6#1$ virtue gains. 072:37,035[B ]| Days, Months, and years, like$4$ running waters flow, 072:37,036[B ]| Nor what is past, nor what is to$9$ come we know, 072:37,037[B ]| Our date how short soever must us content, 072:37,038[B ]| When a good Actor doth his part present, 072:37,039[B ]| In$4$ every Act he our attention draws, 072:37,040[B ]| That$3$ at the last he may find just applause, 072:37,041[B ]| So$3$ (though but short) yet we must learn the art 072:37,042[B ]| Of virtue, on$4$ this Stage to$9$ act our part; 072:37,043[B ]| True wisdom must our actions so$5#2$ direct, 072:37,044[B ]| Not only the last Plaudit to$9$ expect; 072:37,045[B ]| Yet grieve no$2$ more though long that$6#2$ part should last, 072:37,046[B ]| Then Husbandmen, because the Spring is past, 072:37,047[B ]| The Spring, like$4$ Youth, fresh blossoms doth produce, 072:37,048[B ]| But Autumn makes them ripe, and fit for$4$ use: 072:37,049[B ]| So$3$ Age a Mature Mellowness doth set 072:37,050[B ]| On$4$ the green promises of youthful heat. 072:37,051[B ]| All things which$6#1$ Nature did ordain, are good, 072:37,052[B ]| And so$5#1$ much be received, and understood, 072:37,053[B ]| Age, like$4$ ripe Apples, on$4$ earth's bosom drops, 072:37,054[B ]| Whilst force our youth, like$4$ fruit's untimely crops; 072:37,055[B ]| The sparkling flame of our warm blood expires, 072:37,056[B ]| As when huge streams are poured on$4$ raging fires, 072:37,057[B ]| But age unforced falls by$4$ her own consent, 072:37,058[B ]| As Coals to$4$ ashes, when the Spirit is spent; 072:37,059[B ]| Therefore to$4$ death I with such joy resort, 072:37,060[B ]| As Seamen from a Tempest to$4$ their Port, 072:37,061[B ]| Yet to$4$ that$6#2$ Port ourselves we must not force, 072:37,062[B ]| Before our Pilot Nature steers our course, 072:37,063[B ]| Let us the Causes of our fear condemn, 072:37,064[B ]| Then death at his approach we shall contemn, 072:37,065[B ]| Though to$4$ our heat of youth our age seems cold, 072:37,066[B ]| Yet when resolved, it is more brave and bold. 072:37,067[B ]| Thus \Solon\ to$4$ \Pisistratus\ replied, 072:37,068[B ]| Demanded, on$4$ what succour he relied, 072:37,069[B ]| When with so$5#1$ few he boldly did engage, 072:37,070[B ]| He said, he took his courage from his Age. 072:37,071[B ]| Then death seems welcome, and our Nature kind, 072:37,072[B ]| When leaving us a perfect sense and mind; 072:37,073[B ]| She (like$4$ a Workman in$4$ his Science skilled) 072:37,074[B ]| Pulls down with ease, what her own hand did build. 072:37,075[B ]| That$6#2$ Art which$6#1$ knew to$9$ join all parts in$4$ one, 072:37,076[B ]| Makes the least violent separation. 072:37,077[B ]| Yet though our Ligaments betimes grow weak, 072:37,078[B ]| We must not force them till themselves they break. 072:37,079[B ]| \Pythagoras\ bids us in$4$ our Station stand, 072:37,080[B ]| Till God our General shall us disband. 072:37,081[B ]| Wise \Solon\ dying, wished his friends might grieve, 072:37,082[B ]| That$3$ in$4$ their memories he still might live. 072:37,083[B ]| Yet wiser \Ennius\ gave command to$4$ all 072:37,084[B ]| His friends, not to$9$ bewail his funeral; 072:37,085[B ]| Your tears for$4$ such a death in$4$ vain you spend, 072:37,086[B ]| Which$6#1$ strait in$4$ immortality shall end. 072:37,087[B ]| In$4$ death if there be any sense of pain, 072:37,088[B ]| But a short space, to$4$ age it will$1$ remain. 072:37,089[B ]| On$4$ which$6#1$ without my fears, my wishes wait, 072:37,090[B ]| But timorous youth on$4$ this should meditate: 072:37,091[B ]| Who$6#1$ for$4$ light pleasure this advice rejects, 072:37,092[B ]| Finds little, when his thoughts he recollects. 072:37,093[B ]| Our death (though not its certain date) we know, 072:37,094[B ]| Nor whether it may be this night, or no$5$: 072:37,095[B ]| How then can they contented live? who$6#1$ fear 072:37,096[B ]| A danger certain, and none knows how near. 072:37,097[B ]| They err, who$6#1$ for$4$ the fear of death dispute, 072:37,098[B ]| Our gallant actions this mistake confute. 072:37,099[B ]| Thee (\Brutus\) \Rome's\ first Martyr I must name, 072:37,100[B ]| The \Curtii\ bravely dived the Gulf of Flame: 072:37,101[B ]| \Attilius\ sacrificed himself, to$9$ save 072:37,102[B ]| That$6#2$ faith, which$6#1$ to$4$ his barbarous foes he gave; 072:37,103[B ]| With the two \Scipio's\ did thy Uncle fall, 072:37,104[B ]| Rather to$9$ fly from Conquering \Hannibal\. 072:37,105[B ]| The great \Marcellus\ (who$6#1$ restored \Rome\) 072:37,106[B ]| His greatest foes with Honour did entomb. 072:37,107[B ]| Their Lives how many of our Legions threw, 072:37,108[B ]| Into the breach? whence no$2$ return they knew; 072:37,109[B ]| Must then the wise, the old, the learned fear, 072:37,110[B ]| What not the rude, the young, the unlearned forbear? 072:37,111[B ]| Satiety from all things else doth come, 072:37,112[B ]| Then life must to$4$ itself grow wearisome. 072:37,113[B ]| Those Trifles wherein Children take delight, 072:37,114[B ]| Grow nauseous to$4$ the young man's appetite, 072:37,115[B ]| And from those gaieties our youth requires, 072:37,116[B ]| To$9$ exercise their minds, our age retires. 072:37,117[B ]| And when the last delights of Age shall die, 072:37,118[B ]| Life in$4$ itself will$1$ find satiety. 072:37,119[B ]| And now (my friends) my sense of death shall hear, 072:37,120[B ]| Which$6#1$ I can well describe, for$3$ he stands near. 072:37,121[B ]| Your Father \La*elius\, and yours \Scipio\, 072:37,122[B ]| My friends, and men of honour I did know: 072:37,123[B ]| As certainly as we must die, they live 072:37,124[B ]| That$6#2$ life which$6#1$ justly may that$6#2$ name receive. 072:37,125[B ]| Till from these prisons of our flesh released, 072:37,126[B ]| Our Souls with heavy burdens lie oppressed; 072:37,127[B ]| Which$6#1$ part of man from Heaven falling down, 072:37,128[B ]| Earth in$4$ her low Abyss, doth hide, and drown. 072:37,129[B ]| A place so$5#1$ dark to$4$ the Celestial light, 072:37,130[B ]| And pure, eternal fires quite opposite. 072:37,131[B ]| The Gods through human bodies did disperse 072:37,132[B ]| An heavenly soul, to$9$ guide this Universe; 072:37,133[B ]| That$6#2$ man, when he of heavenly bodies saw 072:37,134[B ]| The Order, might from thence a pattern draw: 072:37,135[B ]| Nor this to$4$ me did my own dictates show 072:37,136[B ]| But to$4$ the old Philosophers I owe. 072:37,137[B ]| I heard \Pythagoras\, and those who$6#1$ came 072:37,138[B ]| With him, and from our Country took their Name. 072:37,139[B ]| Who$6#1$ never doubted but the beams divine 072:37,140[B ]| Derived from Gods, in$4$ mortal breasts did shine. 072:37,141[B ]| Nor from my knowledge did the Ancients hide 072:37,142[B ]| What \Socrates\ declared, the hour he died, 072:37,143[B ]| He the Immortality of Souls proclaimed, 072:37,144[B ]| (Whom the Oracle of men the wisest named) 072:37,145[B ]| Why should we doubt of that$6#2$? whereof our sense 072:37,146[B ]| Finds demonstration from experience; 072:37,147[B ]| Our minds are here and there, below, above; 072:37,148[B ]| Nothing that$6#1$ is mortal can so$5#1$ swiftly move. 072:37,149[B ]| Our thoughts to$4$ future things their flight direct, 072:37,150[B ]| And in$4$ an instant all that$6#1$ is past collect, 072:37,151[B ]| Reason, remembrance, wit, inventive art, 072:37,152[B ]| No$2$ nature, but immortal, can impart. 072:37,153[B ]| Man's Soul in$4$ a perpetual motion flows, 072:37,154[B ]| And to$4$ no$2$ outward cause that$6#2$ Motion owes; 072:37,155[B ]| And therefore, that$3$, no$2$ end can overtake, 072:37,156[B ]| Because our minds can not themselves forsake. 072:37,157[B ]| And since the matter of our Soul is pure, 072:37,158[B ]| And simple, which$6#1$ no$2$ mixture can endure 072:37,159[B ]| Of parts, which$6#1$ not among themselves agree; 072:37,160[B ]| Therefore it never can divided be. 072:37,161[B ]| And Nature shews (without Philosophy) 072:37,162[B ]| What can not be divided, can not die. 072:37,163[B ]| We even in$4$ easy infancy discern, 072:37,164[B ]| Knowledge is born with babes before they learn; 072:37,165[B ]| Before they can speak, they find so$5#1$ many ways 072:37,166[B ]| To$9$ serve their turn, and see more Arts than days, 072:37,167[B ]| Before their thoughts they plainly can express, 072:37,168[B ]| The words and things they know are numberless; 072:37,169[B ]| Which$6#1$ Nature only, and no$2$ Art could find, 072:37,170[B ]| But what she taught before, she called to$4$ mind. 072:37,171[B ]| This to$4$ his Sons (as \Xenophon\ records) 072:37,172[B ]| Of the great \Cyrus\ were the dying words; 072:37,173@w | \Fear not when I depart (nor therefore mourn)\ 072:37,174@w | \I shall be nowhere, or to$4$ nothing turn:\ 072:37,175@w | \That$6#2$ Soul, which$6#1$ gave me life, was seen by$4$ none,\ 072:37,176@w | \Yet by$4$ the actions it designed, was known;\ 072:37,177@w | \And though its flight no$2$ mortal eye shall see,\ 072:37,178@w | \Yet know, forever it the same shall be.\ 072:37,179@w | \That$6#2$ soul, which$6#1$ can immortal glory give,\ 072:37,180@w | \To$4$ her own Virtues must forever live.\ 072:37,181@w | \Can you believe, that$3$ man's all-knowing mind\ 072:37,182@w | \Can to$4$ a mortal body be confined?\ 072:37,183@w | \Though a foul, foolish prison her immure\ 072:37,184@w | \On$4$ earth, she (when escaped) is wise, and pure.\ 072:37,185@w | \Man's body when dissolved is but the same\ 072:37,186@w | \With beasts, and must return from whence it came;\ 072:37,187@w | \But whence into our bodies reason flows,\ 072:37,188@w | \None sees it, when it comes, or where it goes.\ 072:37,189@w | \Nothing resembles death so$5#1$ much as sleep,\ 072:37,190@w | \Yet then our minds themselves from slumber keep.\ 072:37,191@w | \When from their fleshly bondage they are free,\ 072:37,192@w | \Then what divine, and future things they see?\ 072:37,193@w | \Which$6#1$ makes it most apparent whence they are,\ 072:37,194@w | \And what they shall hereafter be declare.\ 072:37,195[B ]| This Noble Speech the dying \Cyrus\ made. 072:37,196[B ]| Me (\Scipio\) shall no$2$ argument persuade, 072:37,197[B ]| Thy Grandsire, and his Brother, to$4$ whom Fame 072:37,198[B ]| Gave from two conquered parts of the World, their Name, 072:37,199[B ]| Nor thy great Grandsire, nor thy Father \Paul\, 072:37,200[B ]| Who$6#1$ fell at \Canna*e\ against \Hannibal\; 072:37,201[B ]| Nor I (for$3$ it is permitted to$4$ the aged 072:37,202[B ]| To$9$ boast their actions) had so$5#1$ oft engaged 072:37,203[B ]| In$4$ Battles, and in$4$ Pleadings, had we thought, 072:37,204[B ]| That$3$ only Fame our virtuous actions bought, 072:37,205[B ]| It were better in$4$ soft pleasure and repose 072:37,206[B ]| Ingloriously our peaceful eyes to$9$ close: 072:37,207[B ]| Some high assurance hath possessed my mind, 072:37,208[B ]| After my death, an happier life to$9$ find. 072:37,209[B ]| Unless our Souls from the Immortals came, 072:37,210[B ]| What end have to$9$ seek Immortal Fame? 072:37,211[B ]| All virtuous spirits some such hope attends, 072:37,212[B ]| Therefore the wise his days with pleasure ends. 072:37,213[B ]| The foolish and short-sighted die with fear, 072:37,214[B ]| That$3$ they go nowhere, or they know not where. 072:37,215[B ]| The wise and virtuous Soul with clearer eyes 072:37,216[B ]| Before she parts, some happy Port descries. 072:37,217[B ]| My friends, your Fathers I shall surely see, 072:37,218[B ]| Nor only those I loved, or who$6#1$ loved me; 072:37,219[B ]| But such as before ours did end their days: 072:37,220[B ]| Of whom we hear, and read, and write their praise. 072:37,221[B ]| This I believe, for$3$ were I on$4$ my way, 072:37,222[B ]| None should persuade me to$9$ return, or stay: 072:37,223[B ]| Should some God tell me, that$3$ I should be born, 072:37,224[B ]| And cry again, his offer I should scorn; 072:37,225[B ]| Ashamed when I have ended well my race, 072:37,226[B ]| To$9$ be led back, to$4$ my first starting place. 072:37,227[B ]| And since with life we are more grieved than joyed, 072:37,228[B ]| We should be either satisfied, or cloyed; 072:37,229[B ]| Yet will$1$ not I my length of days deplore, 072:37,230[B ]| As many wise and learned have done before: 072:37,231[B ]| Nor can I think such life in$4$ vain is lent, 072:37,232[B ]| Which$6#1$ for$4$ our Country and our friends is spent. 072:37,233[B ]| Hence from an Inn, not from my home, I pass, 072:37,234[B ]| Since Nature meant us here no$2$ dwelling place. 072:37,235[B ]| Happy when I from this turmoil set free, 072:37,236[B ]| That$6#2$ peaceful and divine assembly see: 072:37,237[B ]| Not only those I named I there shall greet, 072:37,238[B ]| But my own gallant virtuous \Cato\ meet. 072:37,239[B ]| Nor did I weep, when I to$4$ ashes turned 072:37,240[B ]| His beloved body, who$6#1$ should mine have burned: 072:37,241[B ]| I in$4$ my thoughts beheld his Soul ascend, 072:37,242[B ]| Where his fixed hopes our Interview attend: 072:37,243[B ]| Then cease to$9$ wonder that$3$ I feel no$2$ grief 072:37,244[B ]| From Age, which$6#1$ is of my delights the chief. 072:37,245[B ]| My hope is, if this assurance hath deceived, 072:37,246[B ]| (That$3$ I Man's Soul Immortal have believed) 072:37,247[B ]| And if I err, no$2$ Power shall dispossess 072:37,248[B ]| My thoughts of that$6#2$ expected happiness. 072:37,249[B ]| Though some minute Philosophers pretend, 072:37,250[B ]| That$3$ with our days our pains and pleasures end. 072:37,251[B ]| If it be so$5#2$, I hold the safer side, 072:37,252[B ]| For$3$ none of them my Error shall deride. 072:37,253[B ]| And if hereafter no$2$ rewards appear, 072:37,254[B ]| Yet Virtue hath itself rewarded here. 072:37,255[B ]| If those who$6#1$ this Opinion have despised, 072:37,256[B ]| And their whole life to$4$ pleasure sacrificed; 072:37,257[B ]| Should feel their error, they when undeceived, 072:37,258[B ]| Too late will$1$ wish, that$3$ me they had believed. 072:37,259[B ]| If Souls no$2$ Immortality obtain, 072:37,260[B ]| It is fit our bodies should be out of pain. 072:37,261[B ]| The same uneasiness, which$6#1$ everything 072:37,262[B ]| Gives to$4$ our Nature, life must also bring. 072:37,263[B ]| Good Acts (if long) seem tedious, so$3$ is Age 072:37,264[B ]| Acting too long upon$4$ this Earth her Stage. 072:37,265[B ]| Thus much for$4$ Age, to$4$ which$6#1$ when you arrive, 072:37,266[B ]| That$6#2$ Joy to$4$ you, which$6#1$ it gives me, it will$1$ give.