401:05,000[' ]| 401:05,000[' ]| 401:05,000[' ]| 401:05,000[' ]| 401:05,001[A ]| As to that Poet (if so great a one, as he, 401:05,002[A ]| May suffer in comparison with me) 401:05,003[A ]| When heretofore in Scythian exile pent, 401:05,004[A ]| To which he by ungrateful Rome was sent, 401:05,005[A ]| If a kind Paper from his Country came, 401:05,006[A ]| And wore subscrib'd some known and faithful Name; 401:05,007[A ]| That like a pow'rful Cordial, did infuse 401:05,008[A ]| New life into his speechless gasping Muse, 401:05,009[A ]| And strait his Genius, which before did seem 401:05,010[A ]| Bound up in Ice, and frozen as the Clime, 401:05,011[A ]| By its warm force, and friendly influence thaw'd, 401:05,012[A ]| Dissolv'd apace, and in soft numbers flow'd: 401:05,013[A ]| Such welcome here, dear Sir, your Letter had 401:05,014[A ]| With me shut up in close constraint as bad: 401:05,015[A ]| Not eager Lovers, held in long suspence, 401:05,016[A ]| With warmer Joy, and a more tender sence 401:05,017[A ]| Meet those kind Lines, which all their wishes bless, 401:05,018[A ]| And sign and Seal deliver'd Happiness: 401:05,019[A ]| My grateful Thoughts so throng to get abroad, 401:05,020[A ]| They over-run each other in the crowd: 401:05,021[A ]| To you with hasty flight they take their way, 401:05,022[A ]| And hardly for the dress of words will stay. 401:05,023[A ]| Yet pardon, if this only fault I find, 401:05,024[A ]| That while you praise too much, you are less kind: 401:05,025[A ]| Consider, Sir, 'tis ill and dang'rous thus 401:05,026[A ]| To over-lay a young and tender Muse: 401:05,027[A ]| Praise, the fine Diet, which we're apt to love, 401:05,028[A ]| If given to excess, does hurtful prove: 401:05,029[A ]| Where it does weak, distemper'd Stomachs meet, 401:05,030[A ]| That surfeits, which should nourishment create. 401:05,031[A ]| Your rich Perfumes such fragrancy dispense, 401:05,032[A ]| Their sweetness overcomes and palls my sence: 401:05,033[A ]| On my weak head you heap so many Bays, 401:05,034[A ]| I sink beneath 'em, quite opprest with Praise, 401:05,035[A ]| And a resembling fate with him receive, 401:05,036[A ]| Who in too kind a triumph found his Grave, 401:05,037[A ]| Smother'd with Garlands, which Applauders gave. 401:05,038[A ]| To you these Praises justlier all belong, 401:05,039[A ]| By alienating which, your self you wrong: 401:05,040[A ]| Whom better can such commendations fit 401:05,041[A ]| Than you, who so well teach and practise Wit? 401:05,042[A ]| Verse, the great boast of drudging Fools, from some, 401:05,043[A ]| Nay most of Scriblers with much straining come: 401:05,044[A ]| They void 'em dribling, and in pain they write, 401:05,045[A ]| As if they had a Strangury of Wit: 401:05,046[A ]| Your Pen uncall'd they readily obey, 401:05,047[A ]| And scorn your Ink should flow so fast as they: 401:05,048[A ]| Each strain of yours so easie does appear, 401:05,049[A ]| Each such a graceful negligence does wear, 401:05,050[A ]| As shews you have none, and yet want no care. 401:05,051[A ]| None of your serious pains or time they cost, 401:05,052[A ]| But what thrown by, you can afford for lost: 401:05,053[A ]| If such the fruits of your loose leisure be, 401:05,054[A ]| Your careless minutes yield such Poetry; 401:05,055[A ]| We guess what proofs your Genius would impart, 401:05,056[A ]| Did it employ you, as it does divert: 401:05,057[A ]| But happy you, more prudent and more wise, 401:05,058[A ]| With better aims have fixt your noble choice. 401:05,059[A ]| While silly I all thriving Arts refuse, 401:05,060[A ]| And all my hopes, and all my vigor lose, 401:05,061[A ]| In service of that worst of Jilts, a Muse, 401:05,062[A ]| For gainful business court ignoble ease, 401:05,063[A ]| And in gay Trifles wast my ill-spent days, 401:05,064[A ]| Little I thought, my dearest Friend, that you 401:05,065[A ]| Would thus contribute to my Ruine too: 401:05,066[A ]| O're-run with filthy Poetry and Rhyme, 401:05,067[A ]| The present reigning evil of the time, 401:05,068[A ]| I lack'd, and (well I did my self assure) 401:05,069[A ]| From your kind hand I should receive a cure: 401:05,070[A ]| When (lo!) instead of healing Remedies, 401:05,071[A ]| You cherish and encourage the Disease: 401:05,072[A ]| Inhumane you help the Distemper on, 401:05,073[A ]| Which was before but too inveterate grown. 401:05,074[A ]| As a kind looker on, who intrest shares, 401:05,075[A ]| Tho not in's stake, yet in his hopes and fears, 401:05,076[A ]| Would to his Friend a pushing Gamester do, 401:05,077[A ]| Recal his Elbow when he hasts to throw; 401:05,078[A ]| Such a wise course you should have took with me, 401:05,079[A ]| A rash and vent'ring Fool in Poetry. 401:05,080[A ]| Poets are Cullies, whom Rook Fame draws in, 401:05,081[A ]| And wheadles with deluding hopes to win: 401:05,082[A ]| But, when they hit, and most successful are, 401:05,083[A ]| They scarce come off with a bare saving share. 401:05,084[A ]| Oft (I remember) did wise Friends dissuade, 401:05,085[A ]| And bid me quit the trifling barren Trade. 401:05,086[A ]| Oft have I tried (Heav'n knows) to mortifie 401:05,087[A ]| This vile and wicked lust of Poetry: 401:05,088[A ]| But still unconquer'd it remains within, 401:05,089[A ]| Fixt as an Habit, or some darling Sin. 401:05,090[A ]| In vain I better studies there would sow, 401:05,091[A ]| Often I've tried, but none will thrive, or grow: 401:05,092[A ]| All my best thought, when I'd most serious be, 401:05,093[A ]| Are never from its foul infection free: 401:05,094[A ]| Nay (God forgive me) when I say my Prayers, 401:05,095[A ]| I scarce can help polluting them with Verse: 401:05,096[A ]| That fabulous Wretch of old reverst I seem, 401:05,097[A ]| Who turn what e're I touch to Dross and Rhyme. 401:05,098[A ]| Oft to divert the wild Caprice, I try 401:05,099[A ]| If Sovereign Wisdom and Philosophy 401:05,100[A ]| Rightly applied will give a remedy: 401:05,101[A ]| Strait the great Stagyrite I take in hand, 401:05,102[A ]| Seek Nature and my self to understand: 401:05,103[A ]| Much I reflect on his vast Worth and Fame, 401:05,104[A ]| And much my low and groveling aims condemn, 401:05,105[A ]| And quarrel, that my ill-pack'd fate should be 401:05,106[A ]| This vain, this worthless thing call'd Poetry: 401:05,107[A ]| But when I find this unregarded Toy 401:05,108[A ]| Could his important Thoughts and Pains employ, 401:05,109[A ]| By reading there I am but more undone, 401:05,110[A ]| And meet that danger, which I went to shun. 401:05,111[A ]| Oft when ill Humor, Shagrin, Discontent 401:05,112[A ]| Give leisure my wild Follies to resent, 401:05,113[A ]| I thus against my self my Passion vent. 401:05,114@a | "Enough, mad rhyming Sot, enough for shame, 401:05,115@a | Give o're, and all thy Quills to Tooth-picks damn: 401:05,116@a | Didst ever thou the Altar rob, or worse, 401:05,117@a | Kill the Priest there, and Maids receiving force? 401:05,118@a | What else could merit this so heavy Curse? 401:05,119@a | The greatest curse, I can, I wish on him, 401:05,120@a | If (there be any greater than to rhime) 401:05,121@a | Who first did of the lewd invention think, 401:05,122@a | First made two lines with sounds resembling clink, 401:05,123@a | And, swerving from the easie paths of Prose, 401:05,124@a | Fetters and Chains did on free Sense impose: 401:05,125@a | Curst too be all the fools, who since have went 401:05,126@a | Misled in steps of that ill President: 401:05,127@a | Want be entail'd their lot: ~~ 401:05,127[A ]| and on I go, 401:05,128[A ]| Wreaking my spight on all the jingling Crew: 401:05,129[A ]| Scarce the beloved Cowley scapes, tho I 401:05,130[A ]| Might sooner my own curses fear, than he: 401:05,131[A ]| And thus resolv'd against the scribling vein, 401:05,132[A ]| I deeply swear never to write again. 401:05,133[A ]| But when bad Company and Wine conspire 401:05,134[A ]| To kindle and renew the foolish Fire, 401:05,135[A ]| Straitways relaps'd, I feel the raving fit 401:05,136[A ]| Return, and strait I all my Oaths forget: 401:05,137[A ]| The Spirit, which I thought cast out before, 401:05,138[A ]| Enters again with stronger force and power, 401:05,139[A ]| Worse than at first, and tyrannizes more. 401:05,140[A ]| No sober good advice will then prevail, 401:05,141[A ]| Nor from the raging Frenzy me recal: 401:05,142[A ]| Cool Reason's dictates me no more can move 401:05,143[A ]| Than men in Drink, in Bedlam, or in Love: 401:05,144[A ]| Deaf to all means which might most proper seem 401:05,145[A ]| Towards my cure, I run stark mad in Rhime: 401:05,146[A ]| A sad poor haunted wretch, whom nothing less 401:05,147[A ]| Than Prayers of the Church can dispossess. 401:05,148[A ]| Sometimes, after a tedious day half spent, 401:05,149[A ]| When Fancy long has hunted on cold Scent, 401:05,150[A ]| Tir'd in the dull and fruitless chase of Thought, 401:05,151[A ]| Despairing I grow weary, and give out: 401:05,152[A ]| As a dry Lecher pump'd of all my store, 401:05,153[A ]| I loath the thing, 'cause I can do't no more: 401:05,154[A ]| But, when I once begin to find again, 401:05,155[A ]| Recruits of matter in my pregnant Brain, 401:05,156[A ]| Again more eager I the haunt pursue, 401:05,157[A ]| And with fresh vigor the lov'd sport renew: 401:05,158[A ]| Tickled with some strange pleasure, which I find, 401:05,159[A ]| And think a secresie to all mankind, 401:05,160[A ]| I please my self with the vain, false delight, 401:05,161[A ]| And count none happy, but the Fops that write. 401:05,162[A ]| 'Tis endless, Sir, to tell the many ways, 401:05,163[A ]| Wherein my poor deluded self I please: 401:05,164[A ]| How, when the Fancy lab'ring for a Birth, 401:05,165[A ]| With unfelt Throws brings its rude issue forth: 401:05,166[A ]| How after, when imperfect shapeless Thought 401:05,167[A ]| Is by the Judgment into Fashion wrought. 401:05,168[A ]| When at first search I traverse o're my mind, 401:05,169[A ]| Nought but a dark and empty Void I find: 401:05,170[A ]| Some little hints at length, like sparks, break thence, 401:05,171[A ]| And glimm'ring Thoughts just dawning into sence: 401:05,172[A ]| Confus'd a while the mixt Idea's lie, 401:05,173[A ]| With nought of mark to be discover'd by, 401:05,174[A ]| Like colours undistinguisht in the night, 401:05,175[A ]| Till the dusk images, mov'd to the light, 401:05,176[A ]| Teach the discerning Faculty to chuse, 401:05,177[A ]| Which it had best adopt, and which refuse. 401:05,178[A ]| Here rougher strokes, touch'd with a careless dash, 401:05,179[A ]| Resemble the first sitting of a face: 401:05,180[A ]| There finisht draughts in form more full appear, 401:05,181[A ]| And to their justness ask no further care. 401:05,182[A ]| Mean while with inward joy I proud am grown, 401:05,183[A ]| To see the work successfully go on: 401:05,184[A ]| And prize my self in a creating power, 401:05,185[A ]| That could make something, what was nought before. 401:05,186[A ]| Sometimes a stiff, unwieldy thought I meet, 401:05,187[A ]| Which to my Laws will scarce be made submit: 401:05,188[A ]| But, when, after expence of pains and time, 401:05,189[A ]| 'Tis manag'd well, and taught to yoke in Rhime, 401:05,190[A ]| I triumph more, than joyful Warriors wou'd, 401:05,191[A ]| Had they some stout and hardy Foe subdu'd: 401:05,192[A ]| And idly think, less goes to their Command, 401:05,193[A ]| That makes arm'd Troops in well-plac'd order stand, 401:05,194[A ]| Than to the conduct of my words, when they 401:05,195[A ]| March in due ranks, are set in just array. 401:05,196[A ]| Sometimes on wings of Thought I seem on high, 401:05,197[A ]| As men in sleep, tho motionless they lie, 401:05,198[A ]| Fledg'd by a Dream, believe they mount and fly: 401:05,199[A ]| So Witches some enchanted Wand bestride, 401:05,200[A ]| And think they through the airy Regions ride, 401:05,201[A ]| Where Fancy is both Traveller, Way, and Guide: 401:05,202[A ]| Then strait I grow a strange exalted thing, 401:05,203[A ]| And equal in conceit, at least a King: 401:05,204[A ]| As the poor Drunkard, when Wine stums his brains, 401:05,205[A ]| Anointed with that liquor, thinks he reigns. 401:05,206[A ]| Bewitch'd by these Delusions 'tis I write, 401:05,207[A ]| (The tricks some pleasant Devil plays in spight) 401:05,208[A ]| And when I'm in the freakish Trance, which I 401:05,209[A ]| Fond silly wretch, mistake for Ecstasie, 401:05,210[A ]| I find all former Resolutions vain, 401:05,211[A ]| And thus recant them, and make new again. 401:05,212@a | "What was't, I rashly vow'd? shall ever I 401:05,213@a | Quit my beloved Mistress, Poetry? 401:05,214@a | Thou sweet beguiler of my lonely hours, 401:05,215@a | Which thus glide unperceiv'd with silent course: 401:05,216@a | Thou gentle Spell, which undisturb'd do'st keep 401:05,217@a | My Breast, and charm intruding care asleep: 401:05,218@a | They say, thou'rt poor and unendow'd, what tho? 401:05,219@a | For thee I this vain, worthless world forego: 401:05,220@a | Let Wealth and Honor be for Fortunes slaves, 401:05,221@a | The Alms of Fools, and prize of crafty Knaves: 401:05,222@a | To me thou art, what ere th' ambitious crave, 401:05,223@a | And all that greedy Misers want, or have: 401:05,224@a | In Youth, or Age, in Travel, or at Home, 401:05,225@a | Here, or in Town, at London, or at Rome, 401:05,226@a | Rich, or a Beggar, free, or in the Fleet, 401:05,227@a | What ere my fate is, 'tis my fate to write." 401:05,228[A ]| Thus I have made my shrifted Muse confess, 401:05,229[A ]| Her secret Feebles, and her weaknesses: 401:05,230[A ]| All her hid Faults she sets expos'd to view, 401:05,231[A ]| And hopes a gentle Confessor in you: 401:05,232[A ]| She hopes an easie pardon for her sin, 401:05,233[A ]| Since 'tis but what she is not wilful in, 401:05,234[A ]| Nor yet has scandalous nor open been. 401:05,235[A ]| Try if your ghostly counsel can reclaim 401:05,236[A ]| The heedless wanton from her guilt and shame: 401:05,237[A ]| At least be not ungenerous to reproach 401:05,238[A ]| That wretched frailty, which you've help'd debauch. 401:05,239[A ]| 'Tis now high time to end, for fear I grow 401:05,240[A ]| More tedious than old Doaters, when they woo, 401:05,241[A ]| Than travel'd Fops, when far-fetch'd lies they prate, 401:05,242[A ]| Or flatt'ring Poets, when they dedicate. 401:05,243[A ]| No dull forgiveness I presume to crave, 401:05,244[A ]| Nor vainly for my tiresome length ask leave: 401:05,245[A ]| Lest I, as often formal Coxcombs use, 401:05,246[A ]| Prolong that very fault, I would excuse: 401:05,247[A ]| May this the same kind welcome find with you, 401:05,248[A ]| As yours did here, and ever shall; Adieu. 401:06,000[' ]| 401:06,000[' ]| 401:06,000[' ]| 401:06,000[' ]| 401:06,001[A ]| Dull and unthinking! had'st thou none but me 401:06,002[A ]| To plague and urge to thine own Infamy? 401:06,003[A ]| Had I some tame and shrinking Author bin, 401:06,004[A ]| Whose Muse to Love and softness did incline, 401:06,005[A ]| Some small Adventurer in Song, that whines 401:06,006[A ]| Phyllis and Chloris out in charming lines 401:06,007[A ]| Fit to divert mine Hostess, and mislead 401:06,008[A ]| The heart of some poor tawdry Waiting-maid; 401:06,009[A ]| Perhaps I might have then forgiven thee, 401:06,010[A ]| And thou hadst scap'd from my Resentments free. 401:06,011[A ]| But I, whom spleen, and manly rage inspire, 401:06,012[A ]| Brook no Affront, at each Offence take fire: 401:06,013[A ]| Born to chastise the Vices of the Age, 401:06,014[A ]| Which Pulpits dare not, nor the very Stage, 401:06,015[A ]| Sworn to lash Knaves of all degrees, and spare 401:06,016[A ]| None of the kind, however great they are: 401:06,017[A ]| Satyr's my only Province and delight, 401:06,018[A ]| For whose dear sake alone I've vow'd to write: 401:06,019[A ]| For this I seek Occasions, court Abuse, 401:06,020[A ]| To shew my Parts, and signalize my Muse: 401:06,021[A ]| Fond of a quarrel as young Bullies are 401:06,022[A ]| To make their mettle and their skill appear. 401:06,023[A ]| And didst thou think, I would a Wrong acquit, 401:06,024[A ]| That touch'd my tenderst part of Honour, Wit? 401:06,025[A ]| No Villain, may my Sins ne're pardon'd be 401:06,026[A ]| By Heav'n it self, if ere I pardon thee. 401:06,027[A ]| Members from breach of Priviledge deterr 401:06,028[A ]| By threatening Topham and a Messenger: 401:06,029[A ]| Scroggs and the Brothers of the Coif oppose 401:06,030[A ]| The force and dint, of Statutes and the Laws: 401:06,031[A ]| Strumpets of Bilinsgate redress their wrongs 401:06,032[A ]| By the sole Noise and foulness of their Tongues: 401:06,033[A ]| And I go always arm'd for my defence, 401:06,034[A ]| To punish and revenge an Insolence: 401:06,035[A ]| I wear my Pen, as others do their Sword, 401:06,036[A ]| To each affronting Sot, I meet, the word 401:06,037[A ]| Is satisfaction; strait to Thrusts I go 401:06,038[A ]| And pointed Satyr runs him thro and thro. 401:06,039[A ]| Perhaps thou hop'dst that thy Obscurity 401:06,040[A ]| Should be thy safeguard, and secure thee free: 401:06,041[A ]| No, Wretch, I mean from thence to fetch thee out, 401:06,042[A ]| Like sentenc'd Felons to be drag'd about. 401:06,043[A ]| Torn, mangled, and expos'd to scorn and shame 401:06,044[A ]| I mean to hang and gibbet up thy Name: 401:06,045[A ]| If thou to live in Satyr so much thirst; 401:06,046[A ]| Enjoy thy Wish and Fame, till Envy burst, 401:06,047[A ]| Renown'd as he, whom banish'd Ovid curst, 401:06,048[A ]| Or he, whom old Archilochus so stung 401:06,049[A ]| In Verse, that he for shame and madness hung: 401:06,050[A ]| Deathless in Infamy do thou so live, 401:06,051[A ]| And let my Rage like his to Halters drive. 401:06,052[A ]| Thou thoughtst perhaps my Gaul was spent and gone 401:06,053[A ]| My Venom drain'd, and I a sensless Drone: 401:06,054[A ]| Thou thoughtst I had no Curses left in store, 401:06,055[A ]| But to thy sorrow know and find, I've more: 401:06,056[A ]| More, and more dreadful yet, able to scare 401:06,057[A ]| Like Hell, and urge to Daggers and Despair: 401:06,058[A ]| Such, thou shalt feel, are still reserv'd by me 401:06,059[A ]| To vex and force thee to thy Destiny: 401:06,060[A ]| Since thou hast brav'd my Vengeance thus, prepare 401:06,061[A ]| And tremble from my Pen thy Doom to hear. 401:06,062[A ]| Thou, who with spurious Nonsence durst profane 401:06,063[A ]| The genuin Issue of a Poet's brain, 401:06,064[A ]| May'st thou hereafter never deal in Verse, 401:06,065[A ]| But what hoarse Bellmen in their Walks rehearse, 401:06,066[A ]| Or Smithfield Audience sung on Crickets hears. 401:06,067[A ]| Mayst thou print Howard, or some duller Ass, 401:06,068[A ]| Jordan, or Him, that wrote Dutch Hudibrass, 401:06,069[A ]| Or next vile Scribler of the House, whose Play 401:06,070[A ]| Will scarce for Candles and their Snuffing pay. 401:06,071[A ]| May you each other curse; thy self undone, 401:06,072[A ]| And He the laughing-stock of all the Town. 401:06,073[A ]| May'st thou ne'er rise to History, but what 401:06,074[A ]| Poor Grubstreet penny Chronicles relate, 401:06,075[A ]| Memoirs of Tyburn and the mournful state 401:06,076[A ]| Of Cutpurses in Holborn Cavalcade, 401:06,077[A ]| Till thou thy self be the same Subject made. 401:06,078[A ]| Compell'd by want, mayst thou print Popery, 401:06,079[A ]| For which be the Cart's Arse and Pillory 401:06,080[A ]| Turnips and rotten Eggs thy Destiny, 401:06,081[A ]| Maul'd worse than Reading, Christian, or Cellier, 401:06,082[A ]| Till thou dawb'd ore with loathsom filth appear 401:06,083[A ]| Like Brat of some vile Drab, in Privy found, 401:06,084[A ]| Which there has layn three months in Ordure drown'd. 401:06,085[A ]| The Plague of Poets, Rags and Poverty, 401:06,086[A ]| Debts, Writs, Arrests, and Serjeants light on thee; 401:06,087[A ]| For others bound, mayst thou to Durance go, 401:06,088[A ]| Condemn'd to Scraps and begging with a Shoe. 401:06,089[A ]| And mayst thou never from the Goal get free, 401:06,090[A ]| Till thou swear out thy self by Perjury. 401:06,091[A ]| Forlorn, abandon'd, pittyless, and poor 401:06,092[A ]| As a pawn'd Cullie, or a mortgag'd Whore, 401:06,093[A ]| Mayst thou an Halter want for thy redress, 401:06,094[A ]| Forc'd to steal hemp to end thy miseries, 401:06,095[A ]| And damn thy self to balk the Hangman's Fees: 401:06,096[A ]| And may no sawcy Fool have better fate 401:06,096[A ]| That dares pull down the vengeance of my Hate. 401:07,000[' ]| 401:07,000[' ]| 401:07,000[' ]| 401:07,001[A ]| Great Thou! whom 'tis a crime almost to dare to praise; 401:07,002[A ]| Whose firm, establisht and unshaken glories stand, 401:07,003[A ]| And proudly their own fame command, 401:07,004[A ]| Above our pow'r to lessen, or to raise, 401:07,005[A ]| And all, but the few heirs of thy brave Genius and thy Bays; 401:07,006[A ]| Hail mighty founder of our Stage! for so I dare 401:07,007[A ]| Entitle thee, nor any modern censures fear, 401:07,008[A ]| Nor care what thy unjust detractors say: 401:07,009[A ]| They'll say perhaps that others did materials bring, 401:07,010[A ]| That others did the first foundations lay; 401:07,011[A ]| And glorious 'twas (we grant) but to begin: 401:07,012[A ]| But thou alone could'st finish the Design, 401:07,013[A ]| All the fair Model and the workmanship was thine. 401:07,014[A ]| Some bold Advent'rers might have bin before, 401:07,015[A ]| Who durst the unknown world explore: 401:07,016[A ]| By them it was survey'd at distant view, 401:07,017[A ]| And here and there a Cape and Line they drew 401:07,018[A ]| Which only serv'd as hints and marks to thee, 401:07,019[A ]| Who wast resersv'd to make the full Discovery. 401:07,020[A ]| Art's Compass to thy painful search we ow, 401:07,021[A ]| Whereby thou wentst so far, and we may after go; 401:07,022[A ]| By that we may Wit's vast and trackless Ocean try, 401:07,023[A ]| Content no longer as before 401:07,024[A ]| Dully to coast along the shore, 401:07,025[A ]| But steer a course more unconfin'd and free, 401:07,026[A ]| Beyond the narrow bounds, that pent Antiquity. 401:07,027[A ]| Never till thee the Theater possest 401:07,028[A ]| A Prince with equal pow'r and greatness blest: 401:07,029[A ]| No Government, or Laws it had, 401:07,030[A ]| To strengthen and establish it, 401:07,031[A ]| Till thy great hand the Scepter sway'd, 401:07,032[A ]| But groan'd under a wretched Anarchy of wit. 401:07,033[A ]| Unform'd and void was then it's Poesy, 401:07,034[A ]| Only some preexisting matter we 401:07,035[A ]| Perhaps could see 401:07,036[A ]| That might foretel what was to be: 401:07,037[A ]| A rude and undigested lump it lay, 401:07,038[A ]| Like the old Chaos ere the birth of light and day, 401:07,039[A ]| Till thy brave Genius like a new Creator came, 401:07,040[A ]| And undertook the mighty frame; 401:07,041[A ]| No shuffled Atoms did the well-built work compose, 401:07,042[A ]| It from no lucky hit of blund'ring chance arose 401:07,043[A ]| (As some of this great Fabrick idly dream) 401:07,044[A ]| But wise all-seeing judgement did contrive, 401:07,045[A ]| And knowing art its graces give. 401:07,046[A ]| No sooner did thy Soul with active force and fire 401:07,047[A ]| The dull and heavy mass inspire, 401:07,048[A ]| But strait throwout it let us see 401:07,049[A ]| Proportion, order, harmony, 401:07,050[A ]| And every part did to the whole agree, 401:07,051[A ]| And strait appear'd a beauteous new-made World of Poetry. 401:07,052[A ]| Let dull and ignorant Pretenders Art condemn 401:07,053[A ]| (Those only foes to Art and Art to them) 401:07,054[A ]| The meer Fanaticks and Enthusiasts in Poetry 401:07,055[A ]| (For Schismaticks in that, as in Religion be) 401:07,056[A ]| Who make't all Revelation, Trance and Dream, 401:07,057[A ]| Let them despise her laws, and think 401:07,058[A ]| That Rules and Forms the Spirit stint: 401:07,059[A ]| Thine was no mad unruly frenzy of the brain 401:07,060[A ]| Which justly might deserve the chain: 401:07,061[A ]| 'Twas brisk and mettled, but a manag'd rage, 401:07,062[A ]| Sprightly as vig'orous youth, and cool as temp'erate age. 401:07,063[A ]| Free, like thy Will, it did all force disdain 401:07,064[A ]| But suffer'd Reason's loose and easy rein, 401:07,065[A ]| By that it suffer'd to be led 401:07,066[A ]| Which did not curb poetique liberty, but guide. 401:07,067[A ]| Fancy, that wild and haggard Faculty, 401:07,068[A ]| Untam'd in most and let at random fly, 401:07,069[A ]| Was wisely govern'd and reclaim'd by thee, 401:07,070[A ]| Restraint and discipline was made endure, 401:07,071[A ]| And by thy calm and milder Judgement brought to lure: 401:07,072[A ]| Yet when 'twas at some nobler Quarry sent 401:07,073[A ]| With bold and towring wings it upwards went, 401:07,074[A ]| Not lessen'd at the greatest height, 401:07,075[A ]| Not turn'd by the most giddy flights of dazling Wit. 401:07,076[A ]| Nature and Art, together met and joyn'd, 401:07,077[A ]| Made up the character of thy great mind: 401:07,078[A ]| That, like a bright and glorious sphere, 401:07,079[A ]| Appear'd with num'erous stars embellish'd o're, 401:07,080[A ]| And much of light to thee, and much of influence bore: 401:07,081[A ]| This was the strong intelligence, whose pow'r 401:07,082[A ]| Turn'd it about, and did th'unerring motions steer. 401:07,083[A ]| Concurring both, like vital seed and heat, 401:07,084[A ]| The noble births they joyntly did beget, 401:07,085[A ]| And hard 'twas to be thought, 401:07,086[A ]| Which most of force to the great generation brought. 401:07,087[A ]| So mingling elements compose our Body's frame 401:07,088[A ]| Fire, Water, Earth and Air 401:07,089[A ]| Alike their just proportions share: 401:07,090[A ]| Each undistinguish'd still remains the same, 401:07,091[A ]| Yet can't we say that either's here, or there, 401:07,092[A ]| But all we know not how are scatter'd every where. 401:07,093[A ]| Sober and grave was still the garb thy Muse put on, 401:07,094[A ]| No tawdry, careless, slattern dress, 401:07,095[A ]| Nor starch'd and formal with affectedness, 401:07,096[A ]| Nor the cast Mode and Fashion of the Court and Town: 401:07,097[A ]| But neat, agreeable and janty 'twas, 401:07,098[A ]| Well-fitted it sate close in every place, 401:07,099[A ]| And all became with an uncommon Air and Grace. 401:07,100[A ]| Rich, costly and substantial was the Stuff, 401:07,101[A ]| Not barely smooth, nor yet too coarsely rough: 401:07,102[A ]| No refuse ill-patch'd Shreds o' th' Schools, 401:07,103[A ]| The motly wear of read and learned Fools. 401:07,104[A ]| No French Commodity, which now so much do's take, 401:07,105[A ]| And our own better manufacture spoil; 401:07,106[A ]| Nor was it ought of forein Soil; 401:07,107[A ]| But staple all, and all of English growth and make: 401:07,108[A ]| What Flow'rs soe're of art it had, were found 401:07,109[A ]| No tinsel'd slight embroideries; 401:07,110[A ]| But all appear'd, either the native ground, 401:07,111[A ]| Or twisted, wrought and interwoven with the piece. 401:07,112[A ]| Plain Humour, shewn with her whole various face, 401:07,113[A ]| Not mask'd with any antick dress, 401:07,114[A ]| Not screw'd in forc'd ridiculous grimace 401:07,115[A ]| (The gaping Rabble's dull delight, 401:07,116[A ]| And more the Actor's than the Poet's wit) 401:07,117[A ]| Such did she enter on thy Stage, 401:07,118[A ]| And such was represented to the wondring Age. 401:07,119[A ]| Well wast thou skill'd and read in human kind, 401:07,120[A ]| In every wild fantastick Passion of his mind: 401:07,121[A ]| Did'st into all his hidden inclinations dive, 401:07,122[A ]| What each from Nature do's receive, 401:07,123[A ]| Or Age, or Sex, or Quality, or Country give: 401:07,124[A ]| What Custom too, that mighty Sorceress, 401:07,125[A ]| Whose powr'ful Witchcraft do's transform 401:07,126[A ]| Inchanted Man to several monstrous images, 401:07,127[A ]| Makes this an odd and freakish Monkey turn, 401:07,128[A ]| And that a grave and solemn Ass appear, 401:07,129[A ]| And all a thousand shapes of beastly folly wear: 401:07,130[A ]| Whate're Caprice, or Whimsy leads awry 401:07,131[A ]| Perverted and seduc'd Mortality; 401:07,132[A ]| Or do's incline and byass it 401:07,133[A ]| From what's discreet and wise and right and good and fit; 401:07,134[A ]| All in thy faithful glass were so exprest, 401:07,135[A ]| As if they were reflections of thy brest, 401:07,136[A ]| As if they had bin stamp'd on thy own mind, 401:07,137[A ]| And thou the universal vast Idea of Mankind. 401:07,138[A ]| Never didst thou with the same Dish repeated cloy, 401:07,139[A ]| Tho every Dish, well-cook'd by thee, 401:07,140[A ]| Contain'd a plentiful variety, 401:07,141[A ]| To all, that could sound relishing palats be: 401:07,142[A ]| Each Regale with new Delicacies did invite, 401:07,143[A ]| Courted the tast, and rais'd the appetite: 401:07,144[A ]| Whate're fresh dainty Fops in season were, 401:07,145[A ]| To garnish and set out thy bill of fare 401:07,146[A ]| (Those never found to fail throwout the year, 401:07,147[A ]| For seldom that ill-natur'd Planet rules, 401:07,148[A ]| That plagues a Poet with a dearth of Fools) 401:07,149[A ]| What thy strict observation e're survey'd, 401:07,150[A ]| From the fine luscious Spark of high and courtly breed, 401:07,151[A ]| Down to the dull insipid Cit, 401:07,152[A ]| Made thy pleas'd Audience entertainment fit, 401:07,153[A ]| Serv'd up with all the grateful poignancies of Wit. 401:07,154[A ]| Most Plays are writ like Almanacks of late, 401:07,155[A ]| And serve one only year one only State; 401:07,156[A ]| Another makes them useless, stale and out of date; 401:07,157[A ]| But thine were wisely calculated fit 401:07,158[A ]| For each Meridian, every Clime of wit: 401:07,159[A ]| For all succeeding time and after-age, 401:07,160[A ]| And all Mankind might thy vast Audience sit, 401:07,161[A ]| And the whole World be justly made thy Stage. 401:07,162[A ]| Still they shall taking be, and ever new, 401:07,163[A ]| Still keep in vogue in spite of all the damning crew, 401:07,164[A ]| Till the last Scene of this great Theater 401:07,165[A ]| Clos'd and shut down, 401:07,166[A ]| The num'erous Actors all retire, 401:07,167[A ]| And the grand Play of human Life be done. 401:07,168[A ]| Beshrew their envious tongues, who seek to blast thy Bays, 401:07,169[A ]| Who Spots in thy bright fame would find, or raise, 401:07,170[A ]| And say it only shines with borrow'd Rays. 401:07,171[A ]| Rich in thy self, to whose unbounded store 401:07,172[A ]| Exhausted Nature could vouchsafe no more; 401:07,173[A ]| Thou couldst alone the Empire of the Stage maintain, 401:07,174[A ]| Couldst all its grandeur and its port sustain, 401:07,175[A ]| Nor neededst others Subsidies to pay, 401:07,176[A ]| Neededst no Tax on forein, or thy native Country lay, 401:07,177[A ]| To bear the charges of thy purchas'd fame; 401:07,178[A ]| But thy own stock could raise the same, 401:07,179[A ]| Thy sole Revenue all the vast expence defray. 401:07,180[A ]| Yet, like some mighty Conquerour in Poetry, 401:07,181[A ]| Design'd by Fate of choice to be 401:07,182[A ]| Founder of its new Universal Monarchy, 401:07,183[A ]| Boldly thou didst the learned World invade; 401:07,184[A ]| Whil'st all around thy pow'rful Genius sway'd: 401:07,185[A ]| Soon vanquisht Rome and Greece were made submit, 401:07,186[A ]| Both were thy humble tributaries made, 401:07,187[A ]| And thou returnd'st in triumph with their captive Wit. 401:07,188[A ]| Unjust and more ill-natur'd those, 401:07,189[A ]| Thy weak, but spiteful and malicious Foes, 401:07,190[A ]| Who on thy happiest Talent fix a lye, 401:07,191[A ]| And call that slowness, which was care and industry. 401:07,192[A ]| Let me (with pride so to be guilty thought) 401:07,193[A ]| Share all thy wish'd Reproach, and share thy shame, 401:07,194[A ]| If diligence be deem'd a fault 401:07,195[A ]| If to be faultless must deserve their blame. 401:07,196[A ]| Judge of thy self alone (for none there were, 401:07,197[A ]| Could be so just, or could be so severe) 401:07,198[A ]| Thou thy own Works didst strictly try 401:07,199[A ]| By known and uncontested Rules of Poetry, 401:07,200[A ]| And gav'st thy Sentence still impartially. 401:07,201[A ]| With rigour thou arraign'dst each guilty line, 401:07,202[A ]| And didst of each offending word define, 401:07,203[A ]| And spar'dst no criminal Sence, because 'twas thine. 401:07,204[A ]| Unbrib'd by Favour, Love, or Self-conceit 401:07,205[A ]| (For never, or too seldom we, 401:07,206[A ]| Objects too near us, our own blemishes can see) 401:07,207[A ]| Thou didst no smalst delinquencies acquit, 401:07,208[A ]| But saw'st them to Correction all submit, 401:07,209[A ]| Saw'st Execution done on all convicted crimes of Wit. 401:07,210[A ]| Some curious Painter, taught by Art to dare, 401:07,211[A ]| (For they with Poets in that title share) 401:07,212[A ]| When he would undertake a glorious Frame 401:07,213[A ]| Of lasting worth, and fadeless as his fame; 401:07,214[A ]| Long he contrives and weighs the bold design, 401:07,215[A ]| Long holds his doubting hand, ere he begin, 401:07,216[A ]| And justly then proportions every stroke and line, 401:07,217[A ]| And oft he brings it to review, 401:07,218[A ]| And oft he do's deface, and dashes oft anew, 401:07,219[A ]| And mixes oil to make the flitting colours dure, 401:07,220[A ]| To keep 'em from the tarnish of injurious time secure: 401:07,221[A ]| Finish'd at length in all, that care and skill can do, 401:07,222[A ]| The matchless Piece is set to publick view, 401:07,223[A ]| And all surpriz'd about it wondring stand, 401:07,224[A ]| And tho no name be found below, 401:07,225[A ]| Yet strait discern th' unimitable hand, 401:07,226[A ]| And strait they cry, 'tis Titian, or 'tis Angelo: 401:07,227[A ]| So thy brave Soul, that scorn'd all cheap and easy ways, 401:07,228[A ]| And trod no common ground to praise, 401:07,229[A ]| Would not with rash and speedy negligence proceed 401:07,230[A ]| (For who e're saw Perfection grown in hast? 401:07,231[A ]| Or that soon done, which must for ever last?) 401:07,232[A ]| But gently did advance with wary heed, 401:07,233[A ]| And shew'd that Mastery is most in justness read. 401:07,234[A ]| Nought ever issued from thy teeming brest, 401:07,235[A ]| But what had gone full time, could write exactly best, 401:07,236[A ]| And stand the sharpest censure, and defy the rigidst Test. 401:07,237[A ]| 'Twas thus th' Almighty Poet (if we dare 401:07,238[A ]| Our weak and meaner Acts with his compare) 401:07,239[A ]| When He the World's fair Poem did of old design, 401:07,240[A ]| That Work, which now must boast no longer date than thine, 401:07,241[A ]| Tho 'twas in him alike to will and do, 401:07,242[A ]| Tho the same word, that spoke, could make it too: 401:07,243[A ]| Yet would he not such quick and hasty methods use, 401:07,244[A ]| Nor did an instant (which it might) the great Effect produce; 401:07,245[A ]| But when th' All-wise himself in councel sate, 401:07,246[A ]| Vouchsaf'd to think and be deliberate; 401:07,247[A ]| When Heav'n consider'd, and th' Eternal Wit and sence 401:07,248[A ]| Seem'd to take time and care and pains 401:07,249[A ]| It shew'd that some uncommon birth 401:07,250[A ]| That something worthy of a God was coming forth. 401:07,251[A ]| Nought uncorrect there was, nought faulty there, 401:07,252[A ]| No Point amiss did in the large voluminous Piece appear: 401:07,253[A ]| And when the glorious Author all survey'd, 401:07,254[A ]| Survey'd whatere his mighty labours made, 401:07,255[A ]| Well-pleas'd he was to find 401:07,256[A ]| All answer'd the great Model and Idea of his Mind 401:07,257[A ]| Pleas'd at himself he in high wonder stood, 401:07,258[A ]| And much his pow'r and much his wisdom did applaud, 401:07,259[A ]| To see how all was perfect, all transcendent good. 401:07,260[A ]| Let meaner Spirits stoop to low precarious fame, 401:07,261[A ]| Content on gross and coarse applause to live, 401:07,262[A ]| And what the dull and sensless Rabble give, 401:07,263[A ]| Thou didst it still with noble scorn contemn, 401:07,264[A ]| Nor wouldst that wretched Alms receive, 401:07,265[A ]| The poor Subsistence of some bankrupt sordid name. 401:07,266[A ]| Thine was no empty vapour, rais'd beneath, 401:07,267[A ]| And form'd of common breath, 401:07,268[A ]| The false and foolish fire, that's whisk'd about 401:07,269[A ]| By popular Air, and glares a while, and then go's out: 401:07,270[A ]| But 'twas a solid, whole and perfect globe of light, 401:07,271[A ]| That shone all over, was all over bright, 401:07,272[A ]| And dar'd all sully'ing clouds, and fear'd no dark'ning night. 401:07,273[A ]| Like the gay Monarch of the Stars and Sky, 401:07,274[A ]| Who wheresoe're he do's display 401:07,275[A ]| His Soverain lustre and majestick ray, 401:07,276[A ]| Strait all the less and petty glories nigh 401:07,277[A ]| Vanish and shrink away, 401:07,278[A ]| O'rewhelm'd and swallow'd by the greater blaze of day: 401:07,279[A ]| With such a strong, an awfull and victorious beam 401:07,280[A ]| Appear'd (and ever shall appear) thy Fame, 401:07,281[A ]| View'd and ador'd by all th' undoubted race of wit, 401:07,282[A ]| Who only can endure to look on it, 401:07,283[A ]| The rest o'recome with too much light, 401:07,284[A ]| With too much brightness dazled, or extinguish'd quite. 401:07,285[A ]| Restless and uncontroul'd it now shall pass 401:07,286[A ]| As wide a course about the world as he, 401:07,287[A ]| And when his long-repeated travels cease, 401:07,288[A ]| Begin a new and vaster race, 401:07,289[A ]| And still tread round the endless circle of Eternity. 401:08,000[' ]| 401:08,000[' ]| 401:08,000[' ]| 401:08,000[' ]| 401:08,001[A ]| If you're so out of love with Happiness, 401:08,002[A ]| To quit a College-life, and learned ease; 401:08,003[A ]| Convince me first, and some good Reasons give, 401:08,004[A ]| What methods and designs you'l take to love: 401:08,005[A ]| For such Resolves are needful in the Case, 401:08,006[A ]| Before you tread the worlds mysterious Maze: 401:08,007[A ]| Without the Premisses in vain you'l try 401:08,008[A ]| To live by Systems of Philosophy: 401:08,009[A ]| Your Aristotle, Cartes, and Le-Grand, 401:08,010[A ]| And Euclid too in little stead will stand. 401:08,011[A ]| How many men of choice and noted parts, 401:08,012[A ]| Well fraught with Learning, Languages, and Arts, 401:08,013[A ]| Designing high Preferment in their mind, 401:08,014[A ]| And little doubting good success to find, 401:08,015[A ]| With vast and tow'ring Thoughts have flock'd to Town, 401:08,016[A ]| But to their cost soon found themselves undone, 401:08,017[A ]| Now to repent, and starve at leisure left, 401:08,018[A ]| Of miseries last Comfort, Hope, bereft? 401:08,019[A ]| These fail'd for want of good Advice, you cry, 401:08,020[A ]| Because at first they fix'd on no employ: 401:08,021[A ]| Well then, let's draw the Prospect and the Scene 401:08,022[A ]| To all advantage possibly we can: 401:08,023[A ]| The world lies now before you, let me hear, 401:08,024[A ]| What course your Judgment counsels you to steer: 401:08,025[A ]| Always consider'd, that your whole Estate, 401:08,026[A ]| And all your Fortune lies beneath your Hat: 401:08,027[A ]| Were you the Son of some rich Usurer, 401:08,028[A ]| That starv'd and damn'd himself to make his Heir 401:08,029[A ]| Left nought to do, but to interr the Sot, 401:08,030[A ]| And spend with ease what he with pains had got; 401:08,031[A ]| 'Twere easie to advise how you might live, 401:08,032[A ]| Nor would there need instruction then to give: 401:08,033[A ]| But you, that boast of no Inheritance, 401:08,034[A ]| Save that small stock, which lies within your Brains, 401:08,035[A ]| Learning must be your Trade, and therefore weigh 401:08,036[A ]| With heed, how you your Game the best may play; 401:08,037[A ]| Bethink your self a while, and then propose 401:08,038[A ]| What way of Life is fitt'st for you to choose. 401:08,039[A ]| If you for Orders, and a Gown design, 401:08,040[A ]| Consider only this, dear Friend of mine, 401:08,041[A ]| The Church is grown so overstock'd of late, 401:08,042[A ]| That if you walk abroad, you'l hardly meet 401:08,043[A ]| More Porters now than Parsons in the street. 401:08,044[A ]| At every Corner they are forc'd to ply 401:08,045[A ]| For Jobs of hawkering Divinity: 401:08,046[A ]| And half the number of the Sacred Herd 401:08,047[A ]| Are fain to stroll and wander unpreferr'd: 401:08,048[A ]| If this, or thoughts of such a weighty Charge 401:08,049[A ]| Make you resolve to keep your self at large; 401:08,050[A ]| For want of better opportunity, 401:08,051[A ]| A School must your next Sanctuary be: 401:08,052[A ]| Go, wed some Gramar-Bridewel, and a Wife, 401:08,053[A ]| And there beat Greek and Latin for your life: 401:08,054[A ]| With birchen Scepter there command at will, 401:08,055[A ]| Greater than Busby's self, or Doctor Gill: 401:08,056[A ]| But who would be to the vile Drudgery bound 401:08,057[A ]| Where there so small encouragement is found? 401:08,058[A ]| Where you for recompence of all your pains 401:08,059[A ]| Shall hardly reach a common Fidler's gains? 401:08,060[A ]| For when you've toil'd and labour'd all you can, 401:08,061[A ]| To dung and cultivate a barren Brain: 401:08,062[A ]| A Dancing-Master shall be better paid, 401:08,063[A ]| Tho he instructs the Heels, and you the Head: 401:08,064[A ]| To such Indulgence are kind Parents grown, 401:08,065[A ]| That nought costs less in Breeding than a Son: 401:08,066[A ]| Nor is it hard to find a Father now, 401:08,067[A ]| Shall more upon a Setting-dog allow: 401:08,068[A ]| And with a freer hand reward the Care 401:08,069[A ]| Of training up his Spaniel, than his Heir. 401:08,070[A ]| Some think themselves exalted to the Sky, 401:08,071[A ]| If they light in some noble Family: 401:08,072[A ]| Diet, an Horse, and thirty pounds a year, 401:08,073[A ]| Besides th'advantage of his Lordships ear, 401:08,074[A ]| The credit of the business, and the State, 401:08,075[A ]| Are things that in a Youngster's Sense sound great. 401:08,076[A ]| Little the unexperienc'd Wretch does know, 401:08,077[A ]| What slavery he oft must undergo: 401:08,078[A ]| Who tho in silken Scarf and Cassock drest, 401:08,079[A ]| Wears but a gayer Livery at best: 401:08,080[A ]| When Dinner calls the Implement must wait 401:08,081[A ]| With holy Words to consecrate the Meat: 401:08,082[A ]| But hold it for a Favour seldom known, 401:08,083[A ]| If he be deign'd the Honor to sit down. 401:08,084[A ]| Soon as the Tarts appear, Sir Crape, withdraw! 401:08,085[A ]| Those Dainties are not for a spiritual Maw: 401:08,086[A ]| Observe your distance, and be sure to stand 401:08,087[A ]| Hard by the Cistern with your Cap in hand: 401:08,088[A ]| There for diversion you may pick your Teeth, 401:08,089[A ]| Till the kind Voider comes for your Relief: 401:08,090[A ]| For meer Board-wages such their Freedom sell, 401:08,091[A ]| Slaves to an Hour, and Vassals to a Bell: 401:08,092[A ]| And if th'enjoyment of one day be stole, 401:08,093[A ]| They are but Pris'ners out upon Parole: 401:08,094[A ]| Always the marks of slavery remain, 401:08,095[A ]| And they, tho loose, still drag about their Chain. 401:08,096[A ]| And where's the mighty Prospect after all, 401:08,097[A ]| A Chaplainship serv'd up, and seven years Thrall? 401:08,098[A ]| The menial thing perhaps for a Reward 401:08,099[A ]| Is to some slender Benefice preferr'd, 401:08,100[A ]| With this Proviso bound, that he must wed 401:08,101[A ]| My Ladies antiquated Waiting-maid, 401:08,102[A ]| In Dressing only skill'd, and Marmalade. 401:08,103[A ]| Let others who such meannesses can brook, 401:08,104[A ]| Strike Countenance to every Great man's Look: 401:08,105[A ]| Let those that have a mind, turn slaves to eat, 401:08,106[A ]| And live contented by another's Plate: 401:08,107[A ]| I rate my Freedom higher, nor will I 401:08,108[A ]| For Food and Rayment truck my Liberty. 401:08,109[A ]| But, if I must to my last shifts be put, 401:08,110[A ]| To fill a Bladder, and twelve yards of Gut: 401:08,111[A ]| Rather with counterfeited wooden Leg, 401:08,112[A ]| And my right Arm tied up, I'll chuse to beg: 401:08,113[A ]| I'll rather chuse to starve at large, than be 401:08,114[A ]| The gawdiest Vassal to Dependency. 401:08,115[A ]| 'T has ever been the top of my Desires, 401:08,116[A ]| The utmost height to which my wish aspires, 401:08,117[A ]| That Heav'n would bless me with a small Estate, 401:08,118[A ]| Where I might find a close obscure retreat; 401:08,119[A ]| There, free from Noise, and all ambitious ends, 401:08,120[A ]| Enjoy a few choice Books, and fewer Friends, 401:08,121[A ]| Lord of my self, accountable to none, 401:08,122[A ]| But to my Conscience, and my God alone: 401:08,123[A ]| There live unthought of, and unheard of, die, 401:08,124[A ]| And grudg Mankind my very memory. 401:08,125[A ]| But since the Blessing is (I find) too great 401:08,126[A ]| For me to wish for, or expect of Fate: 401:08,127[A ]| Yet, maugre all the spight of Destiny, 401:08,128[A ]| My Thoughts and Actions are, and shall be free. 401:08,129[A ]| A certain Author, very grave and sage, 401:08,130[A ]| This Story tells: no matter, what the Page. 401:08,131[A ]| One time, as they walk'd forth e're break of day, 401:08,132[A ]| The Wolf and Dog encounter'd on the way: 401:08,133[A ]| Famish'd the one, meager, and lean of plight, 401:08,134[A ]| As a cast Poet, who for Bread does write: 401:08,135[A ]| The other fat and plump, as Prebend, was, 401:08,136[A ]| Pamper'd with Luxury, and holy Ease. 401:08,137[A ]| Thus met, with Complements, too long to tell, 401:08,138[A ]| Of being glad to see each other well: 401:08,139@b | How now, Sir Towzer? 401:08,139[A ]| (said the Wolf) 401:08,139@b | I pray, 401:08,140@b | Whence comes it, that you look so sleek and gay? 401:08,141@b | While I, who do as well (I'm sure) deserve, 401:08,142@b | For want of Livelihood am like to starve? 401:08,143@c | Troth Sir 401:08,143[A ]| (replied the Dog) 401:08,143@c | 'thas been my Fate, 401:08,144@c | I thank the friendly Stars, to hap of late 401:08,145@c | On a kind Master, to whose care I owe 401:08,146@c | All this good Flesh, wherewith you see me now: 401:08,147@c | From his rich Voider every day I'm fed 401:08,148@c | With Bones of Fowl, and Crusts of finest Bread: 401:08,149@c | With Fricassee, Ragoust, and whatsoe're 401:08,150@c | Of costly Kickshaws now in fashion are, 401:08,151@c | And more variety of Boil'd and Roast, 401:08,152@c | Than a Lord Mayor's Waiter e're could boast. 401:08,153@c | Then, Sir, 'tis hardly credible to tell, 401:08,154@c | How I'm respected and belov'd by all: 401:08,155@c | I'm the Delight of the whole Family, 401:08,156@c | Not darling Shock more Favorite than I: 401:08,157@c | I never sleep abroad, to Air expos'd, 401:08,158@c | But in my warm Apartment am inclos'd: 401:08,159@c | There on fresh Bed of Straw, with Canopy 401:08,160@c | Of Hutch above, like Dog of State I lie. 401:08,161@c | Besides, when with high Fare, and Nature fir'd, 401:08,162@c | To generous Sports of Youth I am inspir'd, 401:08,163@c | All the proud shees are soft to my Embrace 401:08,164@c | From Bitch of Quality down to Turn-spit Race: 401:08,165@c | Each day I try new Mistrisses and Loves, 401:08,166@c | Nor envy Sovereign Dogs in their Alcoves. 401:08,167@c | Thus happy I of all enjoy the best, 401:08,168@c | No mortal Cur on Earth yet half so bless'd: 401:08,169@c | And farther to enhance the Happiness, 401:08,170@c | All this I get by idleness and ease. 401:08,171@b | Troth! 401:08,171[A ]| (said the Wolf) 401:08,171@b | I envy your Estate 401:08,172@b | Would to the Gods it were but my good Fate, 401:08,173@b | That I might happily admitted be 401:08,174@b | A Member of your bless'd Society! 401:08,175@b | I would with Faithfulness discharge my place 401:08,176@b | In any thing that I might serve his Grace: 401:08,177@b | But, think you, Sir, it would be feasible, 401:08,178@b | And that my Application might prevail? 401:08,179@c | Do but endeavour, Sir, you need not doubt; 401:08,180@c | I make no question but to bring't about: 401:08,181@c | Only rely on me, and rest secure, 401:08,182@c | I'll serve you to the utmost of my Pow'r; 401:08,183@c | As I'm a Dog of Honor, Sir: ~~ but this 401:08,184@c | I only take the Freedom to advise, 401:08,185@c | That you'd a little lay your Roughness by, 401:08,186@c | And learn to practise Complaisance, like me. 401:08,187@c | For that let me alone: I'll have a care, 401:08,188@c | And top my part, I warrant, to a hair: 401:08,189@c | There's not a Courtier of them all shall vie 401:08,190@c | For Fawning and for Suppleness with me. 401:08,191[A ]| And thus resolv'd at last, the Travellers 401:08,192[A ]| Towards the House together shape their course: 401:08,193[A ]| The Dog, who Breeding well did understand, 401:08,194[A ]| In walking gives his Ghest the upper hand: 401:08,195[A ]| And as they walk along, they all the while 401:08,196[A ]| With Mirth, and pleasant Raillery beguile 401:08,197[A ]| The tedious Time and Way, till Day drew near, 401:08,198[A ]| And Light came on; by which did soon appear 401:08,199[A ]| The Mastiff's Neck to view all worn and bare.. 401:08,200[A ]| This when his Comrade spi'd, 401:08,200@b | What means 401:08,200[A ]| (said he) 401:08,201@b | This Circle bare, which round your Neck I see? 401:08,202@b | If I may be so bold; ~~ 401:08,202@c | Sir, you must know, 401:08,203@c | That I at first was rough and fierce, like you, 401:08,204@c | Of Nature curs'd, and often apt to bite 401:08,205@c | Strangers, and else, who ever came in sight: 401:08,206@c | For this I was tied up, and underwent 401:08,207@c | The Whip sometimes, and such light Chastisement: 401:08,208@c | Till I at length by Discipline grew tame, 401:08,209@c | Gentle and tractable, as now I am: 401:08,210@c | 'Twas by this short and slight severity 401:08,211@c | I gain'd these Marks and Badges, which you see: 401:08,212@c | But what are they? 401:08,212@b | Allons Monsieur! let's go. 401:08,213@b | Not one step farther: Sir, excuse me now. 401:08,214@b | Much joy t'ye of your envied, bless'd Estate: 401:08,215@b | I will not buy Preferment at that rate: 401:08,216@b | A Gods name, take your golden chains for me: 401:08,217@b | Faith, I'd not be a King, not to be free: 401:08,218@b | Sir Dog, your humble Servant, so Godbw'y. 401:09,000[' ]| 401:09,000[' ]| 401:09,001[A ]| Late as I on my Bed reposing lay, 401:09,002[A ]| And in soft sleep forgot the Toils of Day, 401:09,003[A ]| My self, my Cares, and Love, all charm'd to Rest, 401:09,004[A ]| And all the Tumults of my waking Breast, 401:09,005[A ]| Quiet and calm, as was the silent Night, 401:09,006[A ]| Whose stillness did to that bless'd sleep invite; 401:09,007[A ]| I dreamt, and strait this visionary Scene 401:09,008[A ]| Did with Delight my Fancy entertain. 401:09,009[A ]| I saw, methought, a lonely Privacy, 401:09,010[A ]| Remote alike from man's and Heavens Eye, 401:09,011[A ]| Girt with the covert of a shady Grove, 401:09,012[A ]| Dark as my thoughts, and secret as my Love: 401:09,013[A ]| Hard by a Stream did with that softness creep, 401:09,014[A ]| As 'twere by its own murmurs husht asleep; 401:09,015[A ]| On its green Bank under a spreading Tree, 401:09,016[A ]| At once a pleasant, and a shelt'ring Canopy, 401:09,017[A ]| There I, and there my dear Cosmelia sate, 401:09,018[A ]| Nor envied Monarchs in our safe Retreat: 401:09,019[A ]| So heretofore were the first Lovers laid 401:09,020[A ]| On the same Turf of which themselves were made. 401:09,021[A ]| A while I did her charming Glories view, 401:09,022[A ]| Which to their former Conquests added new; 401:09,023[A ]| A while my wanton hand was pleas'd to rove 401:09,024[A ]| Thro all the hidden Labyrinths of Love; 401:09,025[A ]| Ten thousand Kisses on her Lips I fix'd, 401:09,026[A ]| Which she with interfering Kisses mix'd, 401:09,027[A ]| Eager as those of Lovers are in Death, 401:09,028[A ]| When they give up their Souls too with the Breath. 401:09,029[A ]| Love by these Freedoms first became more bold. 401:09,030[A ]| At length unruly, and too fierce to hold: 401:09,031@a | See then 401:09,031[A | (said I) 401:09,031@a | and pity, charming Fair, 401:09,032@a | Yield quickly, yield; I can no longer bear 401:09,033@a | Th' impatient Sallies of a Bliss so near: 401:09,034@a | You must, and you alone these storms appease, 401:09,035@a | And lay those Spirits which your Charms could raise; 401:09,036@a | Come, and in equal Flouds let's quench our Flame, 401:09,037@a | Come let's ~~ 401:09,037[A | and unawares I went to name 401:09,038[A ]| The Thing, but stopt and blusht methought in Dream. 401:09,039[A ]| At first she did the rude Address disown, 401:09,040[A ]| And check'd my Boldness with an angry Frown, 401:09,041[A ]| But yielding Glances, and consenting Eyes 401:09,042[A ]| Prov'd the soft Traitors to her forc'd Disguise; 401:09,043[A ]| And soon her looks with anger rough e're while, 401:09,044[A ]| Sunk in the dimples of a calmer smile: 401:09,045[A ]| Then with a sigh into these words she broke, 401:09,046[A ]| And printed melting Kisses as she spoke: 401:09,047@b | Too strong, Philander, is thy pow'rful Art 401:09,048@b | To take a feeble Maids ill-guarded Heart: 401:09,049@b | Too long I've struggled with my Bliss in vain, 401:09,050@b | Too long oppos'd what I oft wish'd to gain, 401:09,051@b | Loath to consent, yet loather to deny, 401:09,052@b | At once I court, and shun Felicity: 401:09,053@b | I cannot, will not yield; ~~ and yet I must, 401:09,054@b | Lest to my own Desires I prove unjust: 401:09,055@b | Sweet Ravisher! what Love commands thee, do; 401:09,056@b | Tho I'm displeas'd, I shall forgive thee too, 401:09,057@b | Too well thou know'st; ~~ 401:09,057[A | and there my hand she press'd, 401:09,058[A ]| And said no more, but blush'd and smil'd the rest. 401:09,059[A ]| Ravish'd at the new grant, fierce eager I 401:09,060[A ]| Leap'd furious on, and seiz'd my trembling Prey; 401:09,061[A ]| With guarding Arms she first my force repell'd, 401:09,062[A ]| Shrunk, and drew back, and would not seem to yield; 401:09,063[A ]| Unwilling to o'recome, she faintly strove, 401:09,064[A ]| One hand pull'd to, what t'other did remove: 401:09,065[A ]| So feeble are the struglings, and so weak 401:09,066[A ]| In sleep we seem, and only seem to make: 401:09,067@b | Forbear! 401:09,067[A | (she said) 401:09,067@b | ah, gentle Youth, forbear 401:09,068[A ]| (And still she hug'd, and clasp'd me still more near) 401:09,069@b | Ah! will you? will you force my Ruin so? 401:09,070@b | Ah! do not, do not, do not; ~~ let me go. 401:09,071[A | What follow'd was above the pow'r of Verse, 401:09,072[A ]| Above the reach of Fancy to rehearse: 401:09,073[A ]| Not dying Saints enjoy such Extasies, 401:09,074[A ]| When they in Vision antedate their Bliss; 401:09,075[A ]| Not Dreams of a young Prophet are so bless'd, 401:09,076[A ]| When holy Trances first inspire his Breast, 401:09,077[A ]| And the God enters there to be a Guest. 401:09,078[A ]| Let duller Mortals other Pleasures prize, 401:09,079[A ]| Pleasures which enter at the waking Eyes, 401:09,080[A ]| Might I each Night such sweet Enjoyments find, 401:09,081[A ]| I'd wink for ever, be for ever blind. 401:10,000[' ]| 401:10,000[' ]| 401:10,000[' ]| 401:10,001[A ]| Go, humble gift, go to that matchless Saint, 401:10,002[A ]| Of whom thou only wast a Copy meant: 401:10,003[A ]| And all, that's read in thee, more richly find 401:10,004[A ]| Compriz'd in the fair Volume of her mind; 401:10,005[A ]| That living System, where are fully writ 401:10,006[A ]| All those high morals, which in Books we meet: 401:10,007[A ]| Easie, as in soft Air, there writ they are, 401:10,008[A ]| Yet firm, as if in Brass they graven were. 401:10,009[A ]| Nor is her Talent lazily to know 401:10,010[A ]| As dull Divines, and holy Canters do; 401:10,011[A ]| She acts what they only in Pulpits prate, 401:10,012[A ]| And Theory to Practice does translate: 401:10,013[A ]| Not her own Actions more obey her Will, 401:10,014[A ]| Than that obeys strict Virtues dictates still: 401:10,015[A ]| Yet does not Virtue from her Duty flow, 401:10,016[A ]| But she is good, because she will be so: 401:10,017[A ]| Her Virtue scorns at a low pitch to flie, 401:10,018[A ]| 'Tis all free Choice, nought of Necessity: 401:10,019[A ]| By such soft Rules are Saints above confin'd, 401:10,020[A ]| Such is the Tie, which them to Good does bind. 401:10,021[A ]| The scatter'd Glories of her happy Sex 401:10,022[A ]| In her bright Soul as in their Center mix: 401:10,023[A ]| And all, that they possess but by Retail, 401:10,024[A ]| She hers by just Monopoly can call; 401:10,025[A ]| Whose sole Example does more Virtues shew, 401:10,026[A ]| Than Schoolmen ever taught, or ever knew. 401:10,027[A ]| No Act did e're within her Practice fall, 401:10,028[A ]| Which for th' atonement of a Blush could call: 401:10,029[A ]| No word of hers e're greeted any ear, 401:10,030[A ]| But what a Saint at her last gasp might hear: 401:10,031[A ]| Scarcely her Thoughts have ever sullied been 401:10,032[A ]| With the least print, or stain of native Sin: 401:10,033[A ]| Devout she is, as holy Hermits are, 401:10,034[A ]| Who share their time 'twixt Exstasie, and Prayer: 401:10,035[A ]| Modest, as infant Roses in their Bloom, 401:10,036[A ]| Who in a Blush their fragrant Lives consume: 401:10,037[A ]| So chast, the Dead themselves are only more, 401:10,038[A ]| Who lie divorc'd from Objects, and form Power: 401:10,039[A ]| So pure, could Virtue in a Shape appear, 401:10,040[A ]| 'Twould chuse to have no other Form, but Her: 401:10,041[A ]| So much a Saint, I scarce dare call her so, 401:10,042[A ]| For fear to wrong her with a name too low: 401:10,043[A ]| Such the Seraphick Brightness of her mind, 401:10,044[A ]| I hardly can believe her Womankind: 401:10,045[A ]| But think some nobler Being does appear, 401:10,046[A ]| Which to instruct the World, has left the Sphere, 401:10,047[A ]| And condescends to wear a Body here. 401:10,048[A ]| Or, if she mortal be, and meant to show 401:10,049[A ]| The greater Art by being form'd below; 401:10,050[A ]| Sure Heaven preserv'd her by the Fall uncurs'd, 401:10,051[A ]| To tell how good the Sex was made at first. 401:11,000[' ]| 401:11,001[A ]| Too happy had I been indeed, if Fate 401:11,002[A ]| Had made it lasting, as she made it great; 401:11,003[A ]| But 'twas the Plot of unkind Destiny, 401:11,004[A ]| To lift me to, then snatch me from my Joy: 401:11,005[A ]| She rais'd my Hopes, and brought them just in view, 401:11,006[A ]| And then in spight the pleasing Scene withdrew. 401:11,007[A ]| So He of old the promis'd Land survey'd, 401:11,008[A ]| Which he might only see, but never tread: 401:11,009[A ]| So Heav'n was by that damned Caitiff seen, 401:11,010[A ]| He saw't, but with a mighty Gulf between, 401:11,011[A ]| He saw't to be more wretched, and despair agen: 401:11,012[A ]| Not Souls of dying Sinners, when they go, 401:11,013[A ]| Assur'd of endless Miseries below, 401:11,014[A ]| Their Bodies more unwillingly desert, 401:11,015[A ]| Than I from you, and all my joys did part. 401:11,016[A ]| As some young Merchant, whom his Sire unkind 401:11,017[A ]| Resigns to every faithless Wave and Wind; 401:11,018[A ]| If the kind Mistriss of his Vows appear, 401:11,019[A ]| And come to bless his Voyage with a Prayer, 401:11,020[A ]| Such Sighs he vents as may the Gale increase, 401:11,021[A ]| Such Floods of Tears as may the Billows raise: 401:11,022[A ]| And when at length the launching Vessel flies, 401:11,023[A ]| And severs first his Lips, and then his Eyes; 401:11,024[A ]| Long he looks back to see what he adores, 401:11,025[A ]| And, while he may, view the beloved Shores. 401:11,026[A ]| Such just concerns I at your Parting had, 401:11,027[A ]| With such sad Eyes your turning Face survey'd: 401:11,028[A ]| Reviewing, they pursu'd you out of sight, 401:11,029[A ]| Then sought to trace you by left Tracks of Light: 401:11,030[A ]| And when they could not Looks to you convey, 401:11,031[A ]| Tow'rds the lov'd Place they took delight to stray, 401:11,032[A ]| And aim'd uncertain Glances still that way. 401:12,000[' ]| 401:12,000[' ]| 401:12,001[A ]| Ten days (if I forget not) wasted are 401:12,002[A ]| (A year in any Lover's Calendar) 401:12,003[A ]| Since I was forc'd to part, and bid adieu 401:12,004[A ]| To all my Joy and Happiness in you: 401:12,005[A ]| And still by the same Hindrance am detain'd, 401:12,006[A ]| Which me at first from your lov'd Sight constrain'd: 401:12,007[A ]| Oft I resolve to meet my Bliss, and then 401:12,008[A ]| My Tether stops, and pulls me back agen: 401:12,009[A ]| So, when our raised Thoughts to Heav'n aspire, 401:12,010[A ]| Earth stifles them, and choaks the good desire. 401:12,011[A ]| Curse on that Man, who Bus'ness first design'd, 401:12,012[A ]| And by't enthral'd a free-born Lover's mind: 401:12,013[A ]| A curse on Fate, who thus subjected me, 401:12,014[A ]| And made me slave to any thing but thee! 401:12,015[A ]| Lovers should be as unconfin'd as Air, 401:12,016[A ]| Free as its wild Inhabitants from Care: 401:12,017[A ]| So free those happy Lovers are above, 401:12,018[A ]| Exempt from all Concerns but those of Love: 401:12,019[A ]| But I, poor Lover militant below, 401:12,020[A ]| The Cares and Troubles of dull Life must know; 401:12,021[A ]| Must toil for that, which does on others wait, 401:12,022[A ]| And undergo the drudgery of Fate: 401:12,023[A ]| Yet I'll no more to her a Vassal be, 401:12,024[A ]| Thou now shalt make, and rule my Destiny: 401:12,025[A ]| Hence troublesom Fatigues! all Bus'ness hence! 401:12,026[A ]| This very hour my Freedom shall commence: 401:12,027[A ]| Too long that Jilt has thy proud Rival been, 401:12,028[A ]| And made me by neglectful Absence sin; 401:12,029[A ]| But I'll no more obey its Tyranny, 401:12,030[A ]| Nor that, nor Fate it self shall hinder me, 401:12,031[A ]| Henceforth from seeing and enjoying thee. 401:13,000[' ]| 401:13,000[' ]| 401:13,001[A ]| Sooner may Art, and easier far divide 401:13,002[A ]| The soft embracing waters of the Tide, 401:13,003[A ]| Which with united Friendship still rejoyn, 401:13,004[A ]| Than part my Eyes, my Arms, or Lips from thine: 401:13,005[A ]| Sooner it may Time's headlong motion force, 401:13,006[A ]| In which it marches with unalter'd course, 401:13,007[A ]| Or sever this from the succeeding Day, 401:13,008[A ]| Than from thy happy Presence force my stay. 401:13,009[A ]| Not the touch'd Needle (emblem of my Soul) 401:13,010[A ]| With greater Rev'rence trembles to its Pole, 401:13,011[A ]| Nor Flames with surer instinct upwards go, 401:13,012[A ]| Than mine, and all their motives tend to you. 401:13,013[A ]| Fly swift, ye minutes, and contract the space 401:13,014[A ]| Of Time, which holds me from her dear Embrace: 401:13,015[A ]| When I am there I'll bid you kindly stay, 401:13,016[A ]| I'll bid you rest, and never glide away. 401:13,017[A ]| Thither when Bus'ness gives me a Release 401:13,018[A ]| To lose my Cares in soft and gentle Ease, 401:13,019[A ]| I'll come, and all arrears of Kindness pay, 401:13,020[A ]| And live o're my whole Absence in one day. 401:13,021[A ]| Not Souls, releas'd from human Bodies, move 401:13,022[A ]| With quicker hast to meet their Bliss above; 401:13,023[A ]| Than I, when freed from Clogs, that bind me now, 401:13,024[A ]| Eager to seize my Happiness, will go. 401:13,025[A ]| Should a fierce Angel arm'd with Thunder stand, 401:13,026[A ]| And threaten Vengeance with his brandish'd hand, 401:13,027[A ]| To stop the entrance to my Paradise; 401:13,028[A ]| I'll venture, and his slighted Bolts despise. 401:13,029[A ]| Swift as the wings of Fear, shall be my Love, 401:13,030[A ]| And me to her with equal speed remove: 401:13,031[A ]| Swift, as the motions of the Eye, or Mind, 401:13,032[A ]| I'll thither fly, and leave slow Thought behind.