501:01,000@@@@@| 501:01,000[' ]| 501:01,000[' ]| 501:01,001[A ]| Shall I be one, of those obsequious Fools, 501:01,002[A ]| That$6#1$ square their lives, by$4$ Custom's scanty Rules; 501:01,003[A ]| Condemned forever, to$4$ the puny Curse, 501:01,004[A ]| Of Precepts taught, at Boarding-school, or Nurse; 501:01,005[A ]| That$3$ all the business of my Life must be, 501:01,006[A ]| Foolish, dull Trifling, Formality; 501:01,007[A ]| Confined to$4$ a strict Magick complaisance, 501:01,008[A ]| And round a Circle, of nice visits Dance, 501:01,009[A ]| Nor for$4$ my Life beyond the Chalk advance? 501:01,010[A ]| The Devil Censure, stands to$9$ guard the same, 501:01,011[A ]| One step awry, he tears my venturous Fame. 501:01,012[A ]| So$3$ when my Friends, in$4$ a facetious Vein, 501:01,013[A ]| With Mirth and Wit, a while can entertain; 501:01,014[A ]| Though never so$5#1$ pleasant, yet I must not stay, 501:01,015[A ]| If a commanding Clock bids me away: 501:01,016[A ]| But with a sudden start, as in$4$ a Fright, 501:01,017[A ]| I must be gone indeed, it is after Eight. 501:01,018[A ]| Sure these restraints, with such regret we bear, 501:01,019[A ]| That$6#2$ dreaded Censure can not be more severe, 501:01,020[A ]| Which$6#1$ has no$2$ Terror, if we did not fear. 501:01,021[A ]| But let the Bug-bear, timorous Infants fright, 501:01,022[A ]| I will$1$ not be scared, from Innocent delight: 501:01,023[A ]| Whatever is not vicious, I dare do, 501:01,024[A ]| I will$1$ never to$4$ the Idol Custom bow, 501:01,025[A ]| Unless it suits with my own Humour too. 501:01,026[A ]| Some boast their Fetters, of Formality, 501:01,027[A ]| Fancy they ornamental Bracelets be, 501:01,028[A ]| I am sure they are Gyves, and Manacles to$4$ me. 501:01,029[A ]| To$4$ their dull fulsome Rules, I would not be tied, 501:01,030[A ]| For$4$ all the Flattery that$6#1$ exalts their Pride: 501:01,031[A ]| My Sex forbids I should my Silence break; 501:01,032[A ]| I lose my Jest, cause Women must not speak. 501:01,033[A ]| Mysteries must not be with my search Profaned, 501:01,034[A ]| My Closet not with Books, but Sweet-meats crammed; 501:01,035[A ]| A little China, to$9$ advance the Show, 501:01,036[A ]| My Prayer Book, and seven Champions, or so$5#2$. 501:01,037[A ]| My Pen if ever used employed must be, 501:01,038[A ]| In$4$ lofty Themes of useful Houswifery, 501:01,039[A ]| Transcribing old Receipts of Cookery: 501:01,040[A ]| And what is necessary amongst the rest, 501:01,041[A ]| Good Cures for$4$ Agues, and a cancered Breast, 501:01,042[A ]| But I can not here write my 7Probatum*est. 501:01,043[A ]| My daring Pen will$1$ bolder Sallies make, 501:01,044[A ]| And like$4$ myself, an unchecked freedom take; 501:01,045[A ]| Not chained to$4$ the nice Order of my Sex, 501:01,046[A ]| And with restraints my wishing Soul perplex: 501:01,047[A ]| I will$1$ blush at Sin, and not what some call Shame, 501:01,048[A ]| Secure my Virtue, slight precarious Fame. 501:01,049[A ]| This Courage speaks me, Brave, it is surely worse, 501:01,050[A ]| To$9$ keep those Rules, which$6#1$ privately we Curse: 501:01,051[A ]| And I will$1$ appeal, to$4$ all the formal Saints, 501:01,052[A ]| With what reluctance they endure restraints. 501:02,000@@@@@| 501:02,000[' ]| 501:02,001[A ]| Freeman and Wild, two young hot Gallants, 501:02,002[A ]| Famed through the Town for$4$ swindging Talents, 501:02,003[A ]| At making or at acting Love, 501:02,004[A ]| And Beaus too over and above; 501:02,005[A ]| Like$4$ Friends had a fine Buxom Woman, 501:02,006[A ]| (Like$4$ Friends indeed, you will$1$ say) in$4$ common. 501:02,007[A ]| Now one of these two Sparks attacked her, 501:02,008[A ]| So$5#1$ furiously, so$5#1$ like$4$ a Hector, 501:02,009[A ]| He got a Girl, who$6#1$ to$4$ a Tittle, 501:02,010[A ]| Her Mother's Picture was in$4$ little: 501:02,011[A ]| When both Jack*Freeman and Ned*Wild 501:02,012[A ]| Would own the Fair, the chopping Child; 501:02,013[A ]| Both own the Babe (and who$6#2$ would not!) 501:02,014[A ]| Sweet as the Sin by$4$ which$6#1$ it was Got; 501:02,015[A ]| Ned, that$3$ he is sure he Got her Cries, 501:02,016[A ]| She has his Dimple and his Eyes: 501:02,017[A ]| That$3$ she was his, Jack*Freeman Swore, 501:02,018[A ]| That$3$ she resembled him all over, 501:02,019[A ]| The Devil was not more like$4$ a Moor: 501:02,020[A ]| But when at length the Girl began 501:02,021[A ]| To$9$ grow capacious of a Man, 501:02,022[A ]| Changing their Minds, each Spark chose rather 501:02,023[A ]| To$9$ be the Sinner than the Father: 501:02,024[A ]| Says Wild to$4$ Freeman, 501:02,024@b | Jack, this Lass 501:02,025@b | Is thy own Flesh and Blood; she has 501:02,026@b | The very Leer of Lewd Jack*Freeman, 501:02,027@c | Adzwounds that$6#2$ Sham will$1$ not pass on$4$ me, Man, 501:02,028[A ]| (Cries Freeman to$4$ his Brother Wild) 501:02,029@b | Mine is the Lass, and thine the Child. 501:02,030[A ]| Says Wild to$4$ Freeman 501:02,030@b | thou shalt be Damned, 501:02,031@c | Ay, ay, Ned, but I will$1$ not be shammed. 501:03,000@@@@@| 501:03,000[' ]| 501:03,000[' ]| 501:03,001[A ]| But by$4$ this time Tongues began to$9$ rest; 501:03,002[A ]| The Talking game was at the best. 501:03,003[A ]| A sleepy Scene beginneth to$9$ appear. 501:03,004[A ]| Bright Reason's ray, 501:03,005[A ]| By$4$ damp of Wine, within this Hemisphere, 501:03,006[A ]| Was quenched before: and now dim sense, to$9$ stay 501:03,007[A ]| Must not expect, long after Her; 501:03,008[A ]| So$3$ when, Night's fairest Lanthorn, Cynthia bright 501:03,009[A ]| Is set; each little mist, or thin-spread Cloud 501:03,010[A ]| Sufficient is to$9$ shroud 501:03,011[A ]| The pink-eyed Stars, and make a pitchy Night. 501:03,012[A ]| Old Morpheus comes, with Leaden Key, 501:03,013[A ]| His drowsy Office to$9$ perform: 501:03,014[A ]| Though some there are, that$6#1$ do affirm, 501:03,015[A ]| It was Bacchus did it; and that$3$ He 501:03,016[A ]| Had Legal Right, to$9$ lock up$5$ each man's Brain: 501:03,017[A ]| Since every Room 501:03,018[A ]| His own Goods did contain, 501:03,019[A ]| And was his proper Wine-Cellar become. 501:03,020[A ]| Some down into their Seats do shrink, 501:03,021[A ]| As snuffs in$4$ Sockets sink; 501:03,022[A ]| Some throw themselves upon$4$ the Bed, 501:03,023[A ]| Some at Feet, and some at Head, 501:03,024[A ]| Some Cross, some Slope-wise, as they can; 501:03,025[A ]| Like$4$ Hogs in$4$ straw, or Herrings in$4$ a pan. 501:03,026[A ]| Some on$4$ the Floor do make their humble Bed, 501:03,027[A ]| (Proper effect of Wine!) 501:03,028[A ]| So$3$ over-laden Vine, 501:03,029[A ]| Prop failing, bows its bunchy Head, 501:03,030[A ]| To$9$ kiss the Ground, from whence it was nourished. 501:03,031[A ]| One, stouter than the rest, maintained the Field, 501:03,032[A ]| And scorned to$9$ yield. 501:03,033[A ]| A Roman Emperor, standing vowed to$9$ die, 501:03,034@b | And so$5#2$, 501:03,034[A ]| quoth he, 501:03,034@b | will$1$ I; 501:03,035[A ]| Till nodding, as he stood, the Churlish Wall 501:03,036[A ]| Repulsed his Head, and made him, reeling fall; 501:03,037[A ]| So$3$ with a jot, 501:03,038[A ]| Embraced the common lot, 501:03,039[A ]| The last, but yet the greatest, Trophy, of them all. 501:03,040[A ]| So$3$ slept they sound; but whilst they slept, 501:03,041[A ]| Nature, which$6#1$ all this while, had kept 501:03,042[A ]| Her last reserve of strength, 501:03,043[A ]| In$4$ Stomach's mouth, where Helmont saith, 501:03,044[A ]| The Soul its chiefest Mansion hath, 501:03,045[A ]| Began at length 501:03,046[A ]| To$9$ kick, and frisk, and stoutly strove 501:03,047[A ]| To$9$ throw the Liquid Rider off. 501:03,048[A ]| For$3$ now her Case, like$4$ Mariners, was grown, 501:03,049[A ]| In$4$ leaky Ship, she must or pump, or drown. 501:03,050[A ]| Or whether that$3$ the Wine, which$6#1$, till this time, 501:03,051[A ]| Was wont to$9$ dwell in$4$ Cellar's cooler Clime, 501:03,052[A ]| Now put in$4$ Stomach's boiling-pot, 501:03,053[A ]| Found its new Habitation too hot? 501:03,054[A ]| Whatever it was, the Floods gushed out 501:03,055[A ]| From every spout, 501:03,056[A ]| With such a force; they made a fulsome fray. 501:03,057[A ]| One who$6#1$ athwart his Neighbour lay, 501:03,058[A ]| Did right into his Pocket disembogue; 501:03,059[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ the other would have called him Rogue, 501:03,060[A ]| But that$3$ his forestalled mouth (brawls to$9$ prevent) 501:03,061[A ]| Replenished was with the same Element. 501:03,062[A ]| In$4$ the next Man's face Another spews, 501:03,063[A ]| Who$6#1$ doth, with nimble Repartee, retort 501:03,064[A ]| His own, and His Assailant's juice, 501:03,065[A ]| And so$5#2$ returns him double for$4$ it. 501:03,066[A ]| One with a Horizontal mouth, 501:03,067[A ]| Discharges up$5$ into the Air, 501:03,068[A ]| Which$6#1$ falls again in$4$ Perpendicular: 501:03,069[A ]| Much like$4$ those Clouds, in$4$ Sea that$6#1$ is South, 501:03,070[A ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ a Lump, descend, and quite 501:03,071[A ]| Overwhelm the Ship, on$4$ which$6#1$ they chance to$9$ light: 501:03,072[A ]| The Floor with such a Deluge was overflown, 501:03,073[A ]| As would infallibly have ran 501:03,074[A ]| Quite through, and to$4$ its native Cellar gone, 501:03,075[A ]| As Rivers Circulate to$4$ the Ocean: 501:03,076[A ]| Had it not been incrassate with a scum, 501:03,077[A ]| Which$6#1$ did, for$4$ company, from Stomach come. 501:03,078[A ]| Nor was this all: The surly Element, 501:03,079[A ]| With Oral Channels not content, 501:03,080[A ]| Reverberates; and downward finds a Vent. 501:03,081[A ]| Which$6#1$ my Nice Muse to$9$ tell forbears, 501:03,082[A ]| And begs, for$4$ what is past, the pardon of your Ears. 501:04,000@@@@@| 501:04,000[' ]| 501:04,001[A ]| These little Limbs, 501:04,002[A ]| These Eyes and Hands which$6#1$ here I find, 501:04,003[A ]| These rosy Cheeks wherewith my Life begins, 501:04,004[A ]| Where have ye been? Behind 501:04,005[A ]| What Curtain were ye from me hid so$5#1$ long! 501:04,006[A ]| Where was? in$4$ what Abyss, my Speaking Tongue? 501:04,007[A ]| When silent I 501:04,008[A ]| So$5#1$ many thousand thousand years, 501:04,009[A ]| Beneath the Dust did in$4$ a Chaos lie, 501:04,010[A ]| How could I Smiles or Tears, 501:04,011[A ]| Or Lips or Hands or Eyes or Ears perceive? 501:04,012[A ]| Welcome ye Treasures which$6#1$ I now receive. 501:04,013[A ]| I that$6#1$ so$5#1$ long 501:04,014[A ]| Was Nothing from Eternity, 501:04,015[A ]| Did little think such Joys as Ear or Tongue, 501:04,016[A ]| To$9$ Celebrate or See: 501:04,017[A ]| Such Sounds to$9$ hear, such Hands to$9$ feel, such Feet, 501:04,018[A ]| Beneath the Skies, on$4$ such a Ground to$9$ meet. 501:04,019[A ]| New Burnished Joys! 501:04,020[A ]| Which$6#1$ yellow Gold and Pearl excel! 501:04,021[A ]| Such Sacred Treasures are the Limbs in$4$ Boys, 501:04,022[A ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ a Soul doth Dwell; 501:04,023[A ]| Their Organized Joints, and Azure veins 501:04,024[A ]| More Wealth include, than all the World contains. 501:04,025[A ]| From Dust I rise, 501:04,026[A ]| And out of Nothing now awake, 501:04,027[A ]| These Brighter Regions which$6#1$ salute mine Eyes, 501:04,028[A ]| A Gift from GOD I take. 501:04,029[A ]| The Earth, the Seas, the Light, the Day, the Skies, 501:04,030[A ]| The Sun and Stars are mine; if those I prize. 501:04,031[A ]| Long time before 501:04,032[A ]| I in$4$ my Mother's Womb was born, 501:04,033[A ]| A GOD preparing did this Glorious Store, 501:04,034[A ]| The World for$4$ me adorn. 501:04,035[A ]| Into this Eden so$5#1$ Divine and fair, 501:04,036[A ]| So$5#1$ Wide and Bright, I come his Son and Heir. 501:04,037[A ]| A Stranger here 501:04,038[A ]| Strange Things doth meet, strange Glories See; 501:04,039[A ]| Strange Treasures lodged in$4$ this fair World appear, 501:04,040[A ]| Strange all, and New to$4$ me. 501:04,041[A ]| But that$3$ they mine should be, who$6#1$ nothing was, 501:04,042[A ]| That$6#2$ Strangest is of all, yet brought to$9$ pass. 501:05,000@@@@@| 501:05,000[' ]| 501:05,001[A ]| Flight is but the Preparative: The Sight 501:05,002[A ]| Is Deep and Infinite; 501:05,003[A ]| Ah me! it is all the Glory, Love, Light, Space, 501:05,004[A ]| Joy, Beauty and Variety 501:05,005[A ]| That$6#1$ doth adorn the Godhead's Dwelling Place 501:05,006[A ]| It is all that$6#1$ Eye can see: 501:05,007[A ]| Even Trades themselves seen in$4$ Celestial Light, 501:05,008[A ]| And Cares and Sins and Woes are Bright. 501:05,009[A ]| Order the Beauty even of Beauty is, 501:05,010[A ]| It is the Rule of Bliss, 501:05,011[A ]| The very Life and Form and Cause of Pleasure; 501:05,012[A ]| Which$6#1$ if we do not understand, 501:05,013[A ]| Ten thousand Heaps of vain confused Treasure 501:05,014[A ]| Will$1$ but oppress the Land. 501:05,015[A ]| In$4$ Blessedness itself we that$6#1$ shall miss 501:05,016[A ]| (Being Blind) which$6#1$ is the Cause of Bliss. 501:05,017[A ]| First then behold the World as thine, and well 501:05,018[A ]| Upon$4$ the Object Dwell. 501:05,019[A ]| See all the Beauty of the Spacious Case, 501:05,020[A ]| Lift up$5$ thy pleased and ravished Eyes, 501:05,021[A ]| Admire the Glory of the Heavenly place, 501:05,022[A ]| And all its Blessings prize. 501:05,023[A ]| That$6#2$ Sight well seen thy Spirit shall prepare, 501:05,024[A ]| The first makes all the other Rare. 501:05,025[A ]| Men's Woes shall be but foils unto thy Bliss, 501:05,026[A ]| Thou once Enjoying this: 501:05,027[A ]| Trades shall adorn and Beautify the Earth, 501:05,028[A ]| Their Ignorance shall make thee Bright, 501:05,029[A ]| Were not their Griefs Democritus his Mirth? 501:05,030[A ]| Their Faults shall keep thee right. 501:05,031[A ]| All shall be thine, becaus they all Conspire, 501:05,032[A ]| To$9$ feed and make thy Glory higher. 501:05,033[A ]| To$9$ see a Glorious Fountain and an End, 501:05,034[A ]| To$9$ see all Creatures tend 501:05,035[A ]| To$4$ thy Advancement, and so$5#1$ sweetly close 501:05,036[A ]| In$4$ thy Repose: To$9$ see them shine 501:05,037[A ]| In$4$ Use in$4$ Worth in$4$ Service, and even Foes 501:05,038[A ]| Among the rest made thine. 501:05,039[A ]| To$9$ see all these unite at once in$4$ Thee 501:05,040[A ]| Is to$9$ behold Felicity. 501:05,041[A ]| To$9$ see the Fountain is a Blessed Thing, 501:05,042[A ]| It is to$9$ see the King 501:05,043[A ]| Of Glory face to$4$ face: But yet the End, 501:05,044[A ]| The Glorious Wondrous End is more; 501:05,045[A ]| And yet the fountain there we Comprehend, 501:05,046[A ]| The Spring we there adore. 501:05,047[A ]| For$3$ in$4$ the End the Fountain best is Shewn, 501:05,048[A ]| As by$4$ Effects the Cause is Known. 501:05,049[A ]| From One, to$4$ One, in$4$ one to$9$ see All Things, 501:05,050[A ]| To$9$ see the King of Kings 501:05,051[A ]| At once in$4$ two; to$9$ see his Endless Treasures 501:05,052[A ]| Made all mine own, myself the End 501:05,053[A ]| Of all his Labours! It is the Life of Pleasures! 501:05,054[A ]| To$9$ see myself His friend! 501:05,055[A ]| Who$6#1$ all things finds conjoined in$4$ Him alone, 501:05,056[A ]| Sees and Enjoys the Holy one. 501:06,000@@@@@| 501:06,001[' ]| 501:06,002[A ]| Since you desire of me to$9$ know 501:06,003[A ]| Who$6#2$ is the Wise man, I will$1$ tell you who$6#2$. 501:06,004[A ]| Not he whose rich and fertile mind 501:06,005[A ]| Is by$4$ the Culture of the Arts refined, 501:06,006[A ]| Who$6#1$ has the Chaos of disordered thought 501:06,007[A ]| By$4$ Reason's Light to$4$ Form and method brought; 501:06,008[A ]| Who$6#1$ with a clear and piercing sight 501:06,009[A ]| Can see through niceties as dark as night. 501:06,010[A ]| You err, if you think this is He, 501:06,011[A ]| Though seated on$4$ the top of the Porphyrian tree. 501:06,012[A ]| Nor is it He to$4$ whom kind Heaven 501:06,013[A ]| A secret Cabala has given 501:06,014[A ]| To$9$ unriddle the mysterious Text 501:06,015[A ]| Of Nature, with dark Comments more perplexed, 501:06,016[A ]| Or to$9$ decipher her clean-writ and fair 501:06,017[A ]| But most confounding puzzling character; 501:06,018[A ]| That$6#1$ can through all her windings trace 501:06,019[A ]| This slippery wanderer, and unveil her face, 501:06,020[A ]| Her inmost Mechanism view, 501:06,021[A ]| Anatomize each part, and see her through and through. 501:06,022[A ]| Nor he that$6#1$ does the Science know, 501:06,023[A ]| Our only Certainty below, 501:06,024[A ]| That$6#1$ can from Problems dark and nice 501:06,025[A ]| Deduce Truths worthy of a Sacrifice. 501:06,026[A ]| Nor he that$6#1$ can confess the stars, and see 501:06,027[A ]| What is writ in$4$ the black leaves of Destiny; 501:06,028[A ]| That$6#1$ knows their laws, and how the Sun 501:06,029[A ]| His daily and his annual stage does run, 501:06,030[A ]| As if he did to$4$ them dispense 501:06,031[A ]| Their Motions, and there sat supreme Intelligence. 501:06,032[A ]| Nor is it he (although he boast 501:06,033[A ]| Of wisdom, and seem wise to$4$ most) 501:06,034[A ]| Yet it is not he, whose busy pate 501:06,035[A ]| Can dive into the deep intrigues of State; 501:06,036[A ]| That$6#1$ can the great Leviathan control, 501:06,037[A ]| Menage and rule it, as if he were its soul. 501:06,038[A ]| The wisest King thus gifted was 501:06,039[A ]| And yet did not in$4$ these true Wisdom place. 501:06,040[A ]| Who$6#2$ then is by$4$ the Wise man meant? 501:06,041[A ]| He that$6#1$ can want all this, and yet can be content. 501:07,000@@@@@| 501:07,000[' ]| 501:07,000[' ]| 501:07,001[A ]| Tell me, why Heaven at first did suffer Sin? 501:07,002[A ]| Letting Seed grow which$6#1$ it had never sown? 501:07,003[A ]| Why, when the Soul's first Fever did begin, 501:07,004[A ]| Was it not cured, which$6#1$ now a Plague is grown? 501:07,005[A ]| Why did not Heaven's prevention Sin restrain? 501:07,006[A ]| Or is not Power's permission a consent? 501:07,007[A ]| Which$6#1$ is in$4$ Kings as much as to$9$ ordain; 501:07,008[A ]| And ills ordained are free from punishment. 501:07,009[A ]| And since no$2$ Crime could be before Laws were framed; 501:07,010[A ]| Laws dearly taught us how to$9$ know offence; 501:07,011[A ]| Had Laws not been, we never had been blamed; 501:07,012[A ]| For$3$ not to$9$ know we sin, is innocence. 501:07,013[A ]| Sin's Childhood was not starved, but rather more 501:07,014[A ]| Than finely fed; so$5#1$ sweet were pleasures made 501:07,015[A ]| That$6#1$ nourished it: for$3$ sweet is lust of Power, 501:07,016[A ]| And sweeter, Beauty, which$6#1$ hath power betrayed. 501:07,017[A ]| Sin, which$6#1$ at fullest growth is childish still, 501:07,018[A ]| Would but for$4$ pleasure's company decay; 501:07,019[A ]| As sickly Children thrive that$6#1$ have their will$0$; 501:07,020[A ]| But quickly languish being kept from play. 501:07,021[A ]| Since only pleasure breeds sin's appetite; 501:07,022[A ]| Which$6#1$ still by$4$ pleasant objects is infused; 501:07,023[A ]| Since it is provoked to$4$ what it doth commit; 501:07,024[A ]| And ills provoked may plead to$9$ be excused; 501:07,025[A ]| Why should our Sins, which$6#1$ not a moment last, 501:07,026[A ]| (For$3$, to$4$ Eternity compared, extent 501:07,027[A ]| Of Life, is, before we name it, stopped and past) 501:07,028[A ]| Receive a doom of endless punishment? 501:07,029[A ]| If Souls to$4$ Hell's vast Prison never come 501:07,030[A ]| Committed for$4$ their Crimes, but destined be, 501:07,031[A ]| Like$4$ Bondmen born, whose prison is their home, 501:07,032[A ]| And long before they were bound could not be free; 501:07,033[A ]| Then hard is Destiny's dark Law, whose Text 501:07,034[A ]| We are forbid to$9$ read, yet must obey; 501:07,035[A ]| And reason with her useless eyes is vexed, 501:07,036[A ]| Which$6#1$ strive to$9$ guide her where they see no$2$ way. 501:07,037[A ]| Doth it our Reason's mutinies appease, 501:07,038[A ]| To$9$ say, the Potter may his own Clay mould 501:07,039[A ]| To$4$ every use, or in$4$ what shape he please, 501:07,040[A ]| At first not counselled, nor at last controlled? 501:07,041[A ]| Power's hand can neither easy be nor strict 501:07,042[A ]| To$4$ lifeless Clay, which$6#1$ ease nor torment knows; 501:07,043[A ]| And where it can not favour nor afflict, 501:07,044[A ]| It neither Justice nor Injustice shows. 501:07,045[A ]| But Souls have life, and life eternal too; 501:07,046[A ]| Therefore if doomed before they can offend, 501:07,047[A ]| It seems to$9$ shew what Heavenly power can do, 501:07,048[A ]| But does not in$4$ that$6#2$ deed that$6#2$ Power commend. 501:07,049[A ]| That$3$ we are destined after Death to$4$ more 501:07,050[A ]| Than Reason thinks due punishment for$4$ Sins; 501:07,051[A ]| Seems possible, because in$4$ life, before 501:07,052[A ]| We know to$9$ sin, our punishment begins. 501:07,053[A ]| Why else do Infants with incessant cries 501:07,054[A ]| Complain of secret harm as soon as born? 501:07,055[A ]| Or why are they, in$4$ Cities' destinies, 501:07,056[A ]| So$5#1$ oft by$4$ War from ravished Mothers torn? 501:07,057[A ]| Doth not belief of being destined draw 501:07,058[A ]| Our Reason to$4$ Presumption or despair? 501:07,059[A ]| If Destiny be not, like$4$ human Law, 501:07,060[A ]| To$9$ be repealed, what is the use of Prayer? 501:07,061[A ]| Why even to$4$ all was Prayer enjoined? since those 501:07,062[A ]| Whom God (whose will$0$ never alters) did elect 501:07,063[A ]| Are sure of Heaven; and when we Pray it shows 501:07,064[A ]| That$3$ we his certainty of will$0$ suspect. 501:07,065[A ]| Those who$6#1$ to$4$ lasting darkness destined were, 501:07,066[A ]| Though soon as born they pray, yet pray too late: 501:07,067[A ]| Avoidless ills we to$4$ no$2$ purpose fear; 501:07,068[A ]| And none, when fear is past, will$1$ Supplicate. 501:08,000@@@@@| 501:08,000[' ]| < Thomas Flatman, The Retirement> 501:08,000[' ]| 501:08,001[A ]| In$4$ the mild close of an hot Summer's day, 501:08,002[A ]| When a cool Breeze had fanned the air, 501:08,003[A ]| And Heaven's face looked smooth and fair; 501:08,004[A ]| Lovely as sleeping Infants be, 501:08,005[A ]| That$6#1$ in$4$ their slumbers smilingly, 501:08,006[A ]| Dandled on$4$ the Mother's knee, 501:08,007[A ]| You hear no$2$ cry, 501:08,008[A ]| No$2$ harsh, nor inharmonious voice, 501:08,009[A ]| But all is innocence without a noise: 501:08,010[A ]| When every sweet, which$6#1$ the Sun's greedy ray 501:08,011[A ]| So$5#1$ lately from us drew, 501:08,012[A ]| Began to$9$ trickle down again in$4$ dew; 501:08,013[A ]| Weary, and faint, and full of thought, 501:08,014[A ]| Though for$4$ what cause I knew not well, 501:08,015[A ]| What I ailed, I could not tell, 501:08,016[A ]| I sat me down at an aged Poplar's root, 501:08,017[A ]| Whose chiding leaves excepted and my breast, 501:08,018[A ]| All the impertinently-busied-world inclined to$9$ rest. 501:08,019[A ]| I listened heedfully around, 501:08,020[A ]| But not a whisper there was found. 501:08,021[A ]| The murmuring Brook hard by$5$, 501:08,022[A ]| As heavy, and as dull as I, 501:08,023[A ]| Seemed drowsily along to$9$ creep; 501:08,024[A ]| It ran with undiscovered pace, 501:08,025[A ]| And if a pebble stopped the lazy race, 501:08,026[A ]| It was but as if it started in$4$ its sleep. 501:08,027[A ]| Echo herself, that$6#1$ ever lent an ear 501:08,028[A ]| To$4$ any piteous moan; 501:08,029[A ]| Wont to$9$ groan, with them that$6#1$ groan, 501:08,030[A ]| Echo herself, was speechless here. 501:08,031[A ]| Thrice did I sigh, Thrice miserably cry, 501:08,032[A ]| Ai me! the Nymph ai me! would not reply, 501:08,033[A ]| Or churlish, or she was asleep for$4$ company. 501:08,034[A ]| I thought on$4$ every pensive thing, 501:08,035[A ]| That$6#1$ might my passion strongly move, 501:08,036[A ]| That$6#1$ might the sweetest sadness bring; 501:08,037[A ]| Oft did I think on$4$ death, and oft on$4$ Love, 501:08,038[A ]| The triumphs of the little God, and that$6#2$ same ghastly King. 501:08,039[A ]| The ghastly King, what has he done? 501:08,040[A ]| How his pale Territories spread! 501:08,041[A ]| Strait scantlings now of consecrated ground 501:08,042[A ]| His swelling Empire can not bound, 501:08,043[A ]| But every day new Colonies of dead 501:08,044[A ]| Enhance his Conquests, and advance his Throne. 501:08,045[A ]| The mighty City saved from storms of war, 501:08,046[A ]| Exempted from the Crimson flood, 501:08,047[A ]| When all the Land overflowed with blood, 501:08,048[A ]| Stoops yet once more to$4$ a new Conqueror: 501:08,049[A ]| The City which$6#1$ so$5#1$ many Rivals bred, 501:08,050[A ]| Sackcloth is on$4$ her loins, and ashes on$4$ her head. 501:08,051[A ]| When will$1$ the frowning heaven begin to$9$ smile; 501:08,052[A ]| Those pitchy clouds be overblown, 501:08,053[A ]| That$6#1$ hide the mighty Town, 501:08,054[A ]| That$3$ I may see the mighty pile? 501:08,055[A ]| When will$1$ the angry Angel cease to$9$ slay; 501:08,056[A ]| And turn his brandished sword away 501:08,057[A ]| From that$6#2$ illustrous Golgotha, 501:08,058[A ]| London, the great Aceldama? 501:08,059[A ]| When will$1$ that$6#2$ stately Landscape open lie, 501:08,060[A ]| The mist withdrawn that$6#1$ intercepts my eye? 501:08,061[A ]| That$6#2$ heap of Pyramids appear, 501:08,062[A ]| Which$6#1$ now, too much like$4$ those of Egypt are: 501:08,063[A ]| Eternal Monuments of Pride and Sin, 501:08,064[A ]| Magnificent and tall without, but Dead men's bones within. 501:09,000@@@@@| 501:09,000[' ]| 501:09,000[' ]| 501:09,000[' ]| 501:09,001[A ]| Then first I observe from the French-Man Des*Cartes, 501:09,002[A ]| Men in$4$ the beginning like$4$ Cabbages grew; 501:09,003[A ]| You may say this Quotation not worth a Fart is, 501:09,004[A ]| Though he knew it as well as myself to$9$ be true; 501:09,005[A ]| But when all is done, 501:09,006[A ]| It is as clear as the Sun, 501:09,007[A ]| That$3$ Dutch-Men had that$6#2$ beginning, or none; 501:09,008[A ]| For$3$ like$4$ Pumpkins, I tell you, they grew out of Bogs, 501:09,009[A ]| And learnt their first words from the croaking of Frogs. 501:09,010[A ]| Should no$2$ other Nation Plant Men in$4$ their Sisters, 501:09,011[A ]| They would not be reckoned amongst Flesh and Blood, 501:09,012[A ]| Nor would have more Bones than our Colchester Oysters; 501:09,013[A ]| For$3$ Dutch-Men at first were huge skins of Mud; 501:09,014[A ]| At the top of which$6#1$ lay 501:09,015[A ]| Some Froth of the Sea, 501:09,016[A ]| Which$6#1$ hardened to$4$ Brains, as Curds come from Whey. 501:09,017[A ]| Which$6#1$ loosened at Bottom, away they did go, 501:09,018[A ]| Just such thinking Giants as Boys make of Snow. 501:09,019[A ]| You may wonder a little how I came to$9$ know it, 501:09,020[A ]| But wonder is a sign of Ignorance still, 501:09,021[A ]| The Records of Nature, their Bodies, do shew it, 501:09,022[A ]| As he that$6#1$ goes there may know if he will$1$; 501:09,023[A ]| And perhaps I might 501:09,024[A ]| Prove Hobbs in$4$ the right, 501:09,025[A ]| That$3$ Mankind by$4$ Nature would fall to$4$ it and Fight, 501:09,026[A ]| For$3$ these things no$2$ sooner each other did see, 501:09,027[A ]| But with Lobsters' Claws they began Snicker*Snee. 501:09,028[A ]| That$3$ Love and good Nature some Strangers bring hither, 501:09,029[A ]| With all their Arts they could never inspire, 501:09,030[A ]| For$4$ Guelt their sole God, they would hang their own Father, 501:09,031[A ]| And Starving (if poor) would not make him a fire. 501:09,032[A ]| The first word they spoke, 501:09,033[A ]| (Or rather did Croak) 501:09,034[A ]| And their last too, was Guelt, which$6#1$ they throttled in$4$ the Throat; 501:09,035[A ]| All their Life-time a Bee is not more busy for$4$ Honey, 501:09,036[A ]| Than they are for$4$ raking, and scraping for$4$ Money. 501:10,000@@@@@| 501:10,000[' ]| 501:10,000[' ]| 501:10,001[A ]| Good people draw near, 501:10,002[A ]| If a Ballad you will$1$ hear 501:10,003[A ]| Which$6#1$ will$1$ teach you the right way of thriving. 501:10,004[A ]| Never trouble your Heads 501:10,005[A ]| With your Books and your Beads 501:10,006[A ]| Now the World is ruled by$4$ cheating, and swiving. 501:10,007[A ]| If you prattle, or prate 501:10,008[A ]| For$4$ Mitre, or State, 501:10,009[A ]| It will$1$ never avail you a Button. 501:10,010[A ]| He, that$6#1$ talks of the Church, 501:10,011[A ]| Will$1$ be left in$4$ the lurch 501:10,012[A ]| Without ever a tatter to$9$ put on$5$. 501:10,013[A ]| Old fat Guts himself 501:10,014[A ]| With his tripes and his pelf, 501:10,015[A ]| And a purse as full as his paunch is, 501:10,016[A ]| Will$1$ confess that$3$ his Nanny 501:10,017[A ]| Fob-doudled our Jamy, 501:10,018[A ]| And his Kingdom came by$4$ his Haunches. 501:10,019[A ]| Our Arlington Harry, 501:10,020[A ]| The prime Secretary, 501:10,021[A ]| Was first to$4$ the Smock a*secretis; 501:10,022[A ]| He was Squire of the frock, 501:10,023[A ]| And being true to$4$ the Smock, 501:10,024[A ]| Now admitted to$9$ manage the State is. 501:10,025[A ]| And Dapper his Clerk, 501:10,026[A ]| Being true to$4$ the mark, 501:10,027[A ]| Is both his Scribe, and his setter: 501:10,028[A ]| Now Joseph, we hear, 501:10,029[A ]| Shall be made a peer: 501:10,030[A ]| Lord and Lackey begin with a letter. 501:10,031[A ]| Our Comptroller Clifford 501:10,032[A ]| Was forced to$9$ stand stiff for$4$ it, 501:10,033[A ]| To$9$ make his way to$4$ the Table. 501:10,034[A ]| He had a friend at a shift, 501:10,035[A ]| That$6#1$ gave him a lift. 501:10,036[A ]| Tom*fool may thank God for$4$ his Bauble. 501:10,037[A ]| It is well for$4$ the Babbs, 501:10,038[A ]| That$3$ the pimps, and the Drabs 501:10,039[A ]| Are now in$4$ high way of promotion, 501:10,040[A ]| Else Villers, and May 501:10,041[A ]| Had been out of play: 501:10,042[A ]| But poor Denham went off with a potion. 501:10,043[A ]| Then there is Castlemaine, 501:10,044[A ]| That$6#2$ prerogative Quean: 501:10,045[A ]| If I had such a bitch, I would spay her: 501:10,046[A ]| She swives, like$4$ a stoat, 501:10,047[A ]| Goes to$4$ it hand and foot, 501:10,048[A ]| Level-Coyle with a prince, and a player. 501:11,000@@@@@| 501:11,000[' ]| < Richard Duke (?), A Panegyrick upon Oates> 501:11,000[' ]| 501:11,001[A ]| Of all the Grain our Nation yields 501:11,002[A ]| In$4$ Orchards, Gardens, or in$4$ Fields, 501:11,003[A ]| There is a Grain, (which$6#1$ though it is common) 501:11,004[A ]| Its Worth till now, was known to$4$ no$2$ man. 501:11,005[A ]| Not Ceres' Sickle ever did Crop, 501:11,006[A ]| A Grain with Ears of greater hope; 501:11,007[A ]| For$4$ why? some say, the Earth never bore 501:11,008[A ]| In$4$ any Clime, such Seed before. 501:11,009[A ]| Yet this Grain has (as all must own) 501:11,010[A ]| To$4$ Grooms and Ostlers well been known; 501:11,011[A ]| And often has, without disdain, 501:11,012[A ]| In$4$ Musty Barn and Manger lain; 501:11,013[A ]| As if it had been only good 501:11,014[A ]| To$9$ be for$4$ Birds and Beasts the Food: 501:11,015[A ]| But now by$4$ new inspired force 501:11,016[A ]| It keeps alive both Man and Horse. 501:11,017[A ]| Speak then, my Muse, for$3$ now we guess, 501:11,018[A ]| What Grain it is, thou wouldst express. 501:11,019[A ]| It is not Barley, Rye, or Wheat, 501:11,020[A ]| That$6#1$ can pretend to$4$ such a Feat; 501:11,021[A ]| It is Oates, bare Oates, which$6#1$ is become 501:11,022[A ]| The Health of England, Bane of Rome, 501:11,023[A ]| And Wonder of all Christendom. 501:11,024[A ]| And therefore Oates has well deserved, 501:11,025[A ]| From Musty Barn to$9$ be preferred, 501:11,026[A ]| And now in$4$ Royal Court preserved, 501:11,027[A ]| That$6#1$, like$4$ Hesperian Fruit, Oates may 501:11,028[A ]| Be watched and Guarded night and Day; 501:11,029[A ]| Which$6#1$ is but just Retaliation 501:11,030[A ]| For$3$ having Guarded a whole Nation. 501:11,031[A ]| Hence every lofty Plant which$6#1$ stands 501:11,032[A ]| Between Barwick Walls and Dover Sands, 501:11,033[A ]| The Oak itself, which$6#1$ well we style 501:11,034[A ]| The Pride and safe-guard of our Isle, 501:11,035[A ]| Must Wave and Strike its lofty Head, 501:11,036[A ]| And now Salute an Oaten Reed: 501:11,037[A ]| For$3$ surely Oates deserves to$9$ be 501:11,038[A ]| Exalted far above any Tree. 501:11,039[A ]| The Egyptians once (though it seems odd) 501:11,040[A ]| Did worship Onions for$4$ a God; 501:11,041[A ]| And poor peeled Garlic was with them 501:11,042[A ]| Esteemed beyond the greatest Gem. 501:11,043[A ]| What would they have done, had they, think ye, 501:11,044[A ]| Had such a Blade of Oates as we? 501:11,045[A ]| Oates of such known Divinity! 501:11,046[A ]| Since then by$4$ Oates such good we find, 501:11,047[A ]| Let Oates at least now be enshrined, 501:11,048[A ]| Or in$4$ some sacred Press enclosed 501:11,049[A ]| Be only kept to$9$ be exposed; 501:11,050[A ]| And all fond Relics else, shall be 501:11,051[A ]| Deemed Objects of Idolatry. 501:11,052[A ]| Popelings may tell us, how they saw 501:11,053[A ]| Their Garnet's Picture on$4$ a Straw; 501:11,054[A ]| It was a great miracle we know 501:11,055[A ]| To$9$ see him drawn in$4$ little so$5#2$, 501:11,056[A ]| But on$4$ an Oaten Stalk, there is 501:11,057[A ]| A greater miracle than this, 501:11,058[A ]| A Visage, which$6#1$ with lively Grace 501:11,059[A ]| Does Twenty Garnets now Out-face, 501:11,060[A ]| And like$4$ Twig of Dodona's Grove 501:11,061[A ]| Even speaks as if inspired by$4$ Jove. 501:11,062[A ]| Nay, to$9$ add to$4$ the Wonder more, 501:11,063[A ]| Declares unheard-of Things before, 501:11,064[A ]| And Thousand mysteries does unfold, 501:11,065[A ]| As plain as Oracles of old; 501:11,066[A ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ we steer affairs of State, 501:11,067[A ]| And stave off Britain's sullen Fate. 501:11,068[A ]| Let us then, in$4$ honour of the name 501:11,069[A ]| Of Oates enact some Solemn Game, 501:11,070[A ]| Where Oaten Pipe shall us inspire 501:11,071[A ]| Beyond the Charms of Orpheus' Lyre; 501:11,072[A ]| Stones, Stocks and every Senseless thing 501:11,073[A ]| To$4$ Oates shall dance, to$4$ Oates shall sing, 501:11,074[A ]| Whilst Woods amazed to$4$ the Echoes ring. 501:11,075[A ]| And as (that$3$ Heroes' names may not 501:11,076[A ]| When they are rotten, be forgot) 501:11,077[A ]| We hang Achievements over their Dust 501:11,078[A ]| (A debt to$4$ their great merits just): 501:11,079[A ]| So$3$ if Deserts of Oates we prize, 501:11,080[A ]| Let Oates still hang before our eyes; 501:11,081[A ]| Thereby to$9$ raise our Contemplation, 501:11,082[A ]| Oates being to$4$ this Happy Nation 501:11,083[A ]| The Mystic Emblem of Salvation. 501:12,000@@@@@| 501:12,000[' ]| 501:12,000[' ]| 501:12,001[A ]| Long days of absence, Dear, I could endure, 501:12,002[A ]| If thy divided heart were mine secure, 501:12,003[A ]| But each minute I find myself without thee, 501:12,004[A ]| Methinks I find my Rival's arms about thee. 501:12,005[A ]| But she perhaps her interest can improve, 501:12,006[A ]| By$4$ all the studied arts of wealth and love; 501:12,007[A ]| Whilst I, alas! poor kind and harmless Creature, 501:12,008[A ]| Plunged in$4$ true patience, trust me it shews good nature. 501:12,009[A ]| In$4$ her fair hand lay silver and rich gold, 501:12,010[A ]| But what I must not name let my hand hold: 501:12,011[A ]| Give her rich robes, and jewels without measure, 501:12,012[A ]| Do but allow me every night the pleasure. 501:12,013[A ]| I die to$9$ think that$3$ hapless I should lose, 501:12,014[A ]| Those sweet embraces no one can refuse, 501:12,015[A ]| Yet dare I not for$4$ shame my flames discover, 501:12,016[A ]| I dread the name of, Poor Forsaken Lover. 501:12,017[A ]| If she have wit and beauty, charms of love, 501:12,018[A ]| Some think I have the same, and those will$1$ move; 501:12,019[A ]| If she can smile, and kiss, and cling about you, 501:12,020[A ]| All these I will$1$ do before I will$1$ go without you. 501:12,021[A ]| O let not all my Rivals laugh and say, 501:12,022[A ]| I am become a silly Cast-away; 501:12,023[A ]| Though all are bound to$9$ pay you wealth and honour, 501:12,024[A ]| It all comes short of what you lay upon$4$ her. 501:12,025[A ]| I will$1$ force my soul, and summon all my charms, 501:12,026[A ]| Before any she shall lie within your arms, 501:12,027[A ]| Except I found decays in$4$ every feature, 501:12,028[A ]| Or that$3$ old age had spoiled the works of Nature. 501:12,029[A ]| Oh! oh! my Dear, where art, where art thou now? 501:12,030[A ]| Hear my sweet call, and hearken to$4$ my vow, 501:12,031[A ]| What though you love her, yet you ought to$9$ leave her, 501:12,032[A ]| I vow my heart shall be thine own forever. 501:12,033[A ]| I will$1$ act such things, I will$1$ laugh, and dance, and sing, 501:12,034[A ]| I will$1$ hug and kiss, and love like$4$ anything; 501:12,035[A ]| Then change me not, till I can do no$2$ longer, 501:12,036[A ]| I will$1$ use a means to$9$ make my spirits stronger. 501:12,037[A ]| But if she must have interest in$4$ your heart, 501:12,038[A ]| Dear Love, let it be but the weaker part; 501:12,039[A ]| Or if she once enjoys a greater blessing, 501:12,040[A ]| You know my thoughts without the words expressing. 501:12,041[A ]| Should I be left by$4$ you, and quite forlorn, 501:12,042[A ]| All other objects my proud heart would scorn; 501:12,043[A ]| But if you still persist and will$1$ not mind me, 501:12,044[A ]| I will$1$ mourn to$4$ death and leave her here behind me. 501:12,045[A ]| When Death hath done its worst, and I am cold, 501:12,046[A ]| It will$1$ force a sigh when you such clay behold; 501:12,047[A ]| Alas! too late you will$1$ with your Friends lament me, 501:12,048[A ]| But when I was alive you would not content me. 501:13,000@@@@@| 501:13,000[' ]| 501:13,000[' ]| 501:13,000[' ]| 501:13,001[A ]| Sweet lovely Youth, let not a Woman's Crime 501:13,002[A ]| Obstruct her Fair and Amorous Design. 501:13,003[A ]| Since my Devotion to$4$ your Lips is due, 501:13,004[A ]| And those fair Eyes are ever in$4$ my view; 501:13,005[A ]| Rather, than hurt that$6#2$ pretty Face of yours, 501:13,006[A ]| I would suffer more than Tantalus endures; 501:13,007[A ]| Yet hurried on$5$ too fast by$4$ Love and Fate, 501:13,008[A ]| I do repent my forward zeal too late. 501:13,009[A ]| But I have other Favours yet in$4$ store, 501:13,010[A ]| Payment at sight, to$4$ your Victorious power. 501:13,011[A ]| My Rougher Fan, but as a Signal sent, 501:13,012[A ]| Of those much softer Blessings that$6#1$ were meant. 501:13,013[A ]| I will$1$ heal your Lips, and put you out of Pain, 501:13,014[A ]| And Kiss, and Kiss, till they are well again. 501:13,015[A ]| I have a Balm which$6#1$ can your ease restore, 501:13,016[A ]| And you shall never Sigh and Languish more: 501:13,017[A ]| Days, Weeks, and Months, we will$1$ our Loves renew, 501:13,018[A ]| And still Love on$5$, till Death proclaims, Adieu. 501:14,000@@@@@| 501:14,000[' ]| 501:14,000[' ]| 501:14,001[A ]| Let Ancients boast no$2$ more 501:14,002[A ]| Their lewd Imperial Whore 501:14,003[A ]| Whose everlasting Lust 501:14,004[A ]| Survived her Body's latest thrust, 501:14,005[A ]| And when that$6#2$ Transitory dust 501:14,006[A ]| Had no$2$ more vigour left in$4$ Store 501:14,007[A ]| Was still as fresh and active as before. 501:14,008[A ]| Her glory must give place 501:14,009[A ]| To$4$ one of Modern British race 501:14,010[A ]| Whose every daily act exceeds 501:14,011[A ]| The other's most Transcendant deeds; 501:14,012[A ]| She has at length made good 501:14,013[A ]| That$3$ there is Human Flesh and Blood 501:14,014[A ]| Even able to$9$ outdo 501:14,015[A ]| All that$6#1$ their loosest Wishes prompt them to$4$. 501:14,016[A ]| When she has jaded quite 501:14,017[A ]| Her almost boundless Appetite, 501:14,018[A ]| Cloyed with the choicest Banquets of delight, 501:14,019[A ]| She will$1$ still drudge on$5$ in$4$ Tasteless vice 501:14,020[A ]| As if she sinned for$4$ Exercise 501:14,021[A ]| Disabling stoutest Stallions every hour, 501:14,022[A ]| And when they can perform no$2$ more 501:14,023[A ]| She will$1$ rail at them and kick them out of door. 501:14,024[A ]| Monmouth and Candish droop 501:14,025[A ]| As first did Henningham and Scroop, 501:14,026[A ]| Nay Scabby Ned looks thin and pale 501:14,027[A ]| And sturdy Frank himself begins to$9$ Fail. 501:14,028[A ]| But Woe betide him if he does 501:14,029[A ]| She will$1$ set her Jockey on$4$ his Toes 501:14,030[A ]| And he shall end the Quarrel without Blows. 501:14,031[A ]| Now tell me all ye Powers 501:14,032[A ]| Whoever could equall this lewd Dame of ours? 501:14,033[A ]| Lais herself must yield 501:14,034[A ]| And vanquished Julia quit the Field, 501:14,035[A ]| Nor can that$6#2$ Princess one day famed 501:14,036[A ]| As wonder of the Earth 501:14,037[A ]| For$4$ Minataurus' glorious Birth 501:14,038[A ]| With Admiration any more be named. 501:14,039[A ]| These puny Heroines of History 501:14,040[A ]| Eclipsed by$4$ her shall all forgotten be 501:14,041[A ]| Whilst her great Name confronts Eternity. 501:15,000@@@@@| 501:15,000[' ]| 501:15,001[A ]| Since, O ye Powers, ye have bestowed on$4$ me 501:15,002[A ]| So$5#1$ great a kindness for$4$ Virginity, 501:15,003[A ]| Suffer me not to$9$ fall into the Powers 501:15,004[A ]| Of Men's almost Omnipotent Amours; 501:15,005[A ]| But in$4$ this happy Life let me remain, 501:15,006[A ]| Fearless of Twenty five and all its train, 501:15,007[A ]| Of slights or scorns, or being called Old Maid, 501:15,008[A ]| Those Goblins which$6#1$ so$5#1$ many have betrayed: 501:15,009[A ]| Like$4$ harmless Kids, that$6#1$ are pursued by$4$ Men, 501:15,010[A ]| For$4$ safety run into a Lion's Den. 501:15,011[A ]| Ah lovely State how strange it is to$9$ see, 501:15,012[A ]| What mad conceptions some have made of thee, 501:15,013[A ]| As though thy Being was all wretchedness, 501:15,014[A ]| Or foul deformity in$4$ the ugliest dress; 501:15,015[A ]| Whereas thy Beauty is pure, Celestial, 501:15,016[A ]| Thy thoughts Divine, thy words Angelical: 501:15,017[A ]| And such ought all thy Votaries to$9$ be, 501:15,018[A ]| Or else they are so$5#2$, but for$4$ necessity. 501:15,019[A ]| A Virgin bears the impress of all good, 501:15,020[A ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ dread Name all Virtue is understood: 501:15,021[A ]| So$5#1$ equal all her looks, her mien, her dress, 501:15,022[A ]| That$3$ nought but modesty seems in$4$ excess. 501:15,023[A ]| And when she any treats or visits make, 501:15,024[A ]| It is not for$4$ tattle, but for$4$ Friendship's sake; 501:15,025[A ]| Her Neighbouring Poor she does adopt her Heirs, 501:15,026[A ]| And less she cares for$4$ her own good than theirs; 501:15,027[A ]| And by$4$ Obedience testifies she can 501:15,028[A ]| Be as good a Subject as the stoutest Man. 501:15,029[A ]| She to$4$ her Church such filial duty pays, 501:15,030[A ]| That$3$ one would think she had lived in$4$ the pristine days. 501:15,031[A ]| Her Closet, where she does much time bestow, 501:15,032[A ]| Is both her Library and Chapel too, 501:15,033[A ]| Where she enjoys society alone, 501:15,034[A ]| In$4$ the Great Three-One 501:15,035[A ]| She drives her whole Life's business to$4$ these Ends, 501:15,036[A ]| To$9$ serve her God, enjoy her Books and Friends. 501:16,000@@@@@| 501:16,000[' ]| 501:16,000[' ]| 501:16,001[A ]| To$4$ friend and to$4$ foe, 501:16,002[A ]| To$4$ all that$6#1$ I know, 501:16,003[A ]| That$6#1$ to$4$ Marriage Estate do prepare, 501:16,004[A ]| Remember your days 501:16,005[A ]| In$4$ several ways, 501:16,006[A ]| Are troubled with sorrow and care. 501:16,007[A ]| For$3$ he that$6#1$ doth look 501:16,008[A ]| In$4$ the married man's book, 501:16,009[A ]| And read but his Items all over, 501:16,010[A ]| Shall find them to$9$ come, 501:16,011[A ]| At length to$4$ a Sum, 501:16,012[A ]| Shall empty Purse, Pocket, and Coffer. 501:16,013[A ]| In$4$ the pastimes of love, 501:16,014[A ]| When their labours do prove, 501:16,015[A ]| And the Fruit beginneth to$9$ kick, 501:16,016[A ]| For$4$ this, and for$4$ that$6#2$, 501:16,017[A ]| And I know not for$4$ what, 501:16,018[A ]| The woman must have, or be sick. 501:16,019[A ]| There is Item set down, 501:16,020[A ]| For$4$ a Loose-bodied Gown, 501:16,021[A ]| In$4$ her longing you must not deceive her; 501:16,022[A ]| For$4$ a Bodkin, a Ring, 501:16,023[A ]| Or the other fine thing, 501:16,024[A ]| For$4$ a Whisk, a Scarf, or a Beaver. 501:16,025[A ]| Delivered and well, 501:16,026[A ]| Who$6#2$ is it can not tell, 501:16,027[A ]| Thus while the Child lies at the Nipple, 501:16,028[A ]| There is Item for$4$ wine, 501:16,029[A ]| And Gossips so$5#1$ fine, 501:16,030[A ]| And Sugar to$9$ sweeten their Tipple. 501:16,031[A ]| There is Item I hope, 501:16,032[A ]| For$4$ Water and Soap, 501:16,033[A ]| There is Item for$4$ Fire and Candle, 501:16,034[A ]| For$4$ better for$4$ worse, 501:16,035[A ]| There is Item for$4$ Nurse, 501:16,036[A ]| The Babe to$9$ dress and to$9$ dandle. 501:16,037[A ]| When swaddled in$4$ lap, 501:16,038[A ]| There is Item for$4$ Pap, 501:16,039[A ]| And Item for$4$ Pot, Pan, and Ladle; 501:16,040[A ]| A Coral with Bells, 501:16,041[A ]| Which$6#1$ custom compels, 501:16,042[A ]| And Item ten Groats for$4$ a Cradle; 501:16,043[A ]| With twenty odd Knacks, 501:16,044[A ]| Which$6#1$ the little one lacks, 501:16,045[A ]| And thus doth thy pleasure bewray thee: 501:16,046[A ]| But this is the sport, 501:16,047[A ]| In$4$ Country and Court, 501:16,048[A ]| Then let not these pastimes betray thee.