041:01,000['  ]| <COOPER'S HILL> 
041:01,001[A  ]| Sure there are Poets which did never dream 
041:01,002[A  ]| Upon \Parnassus\, nor did tast the stream 
041:01,003[A  ]| Of \Helicon\, we therefore may suppose 
041:01,004[A  ]| Those made not Poets, but the Poets those.  
041:01,005[A  ]| And as Courts make not Kings, but Kings the Court, 
041:01,006[A  ]| So where the Muses & their train resort, 
041:01,007[A  ]| \Parnassus\ stands; if I can be to thee 
041:01,008[A  ]| A Poet, thou \Parnassus\ art to me.  
041:01,009[A  ]| Nor wonder, if (advantag'd in my flight, 
041:01,010[A  ]| By taking wing from thy auspicious height) 
041:01,011[A  ]| Through untrac't ways, and aery paths I fly, 
041:01,012[A  ]| More boundless in my Fancy than my eie:  
041:01,013[A  ]| My eye, which swift as thought contracts the space 
041:01,014[A  ]| That lies between, and first salutes the place 
041:01,015[A  ]| Crown'd with that sacred pile, so vast, so high, 
041:01,016[A  ]| That whether 'tis a part of Earth, or sky, 
041:01,017[A  ]| Uncertain seems, and may be thought a proud 
041:01,018[A  ]| Aspiring mountain, or descending cloud, 
041:01,019[A  ]| \Pauls\, the late theme of such a Muse whose flight 
041:01,020[A  ]| Has bravely reach't and soar'd above thy height:  
041:01,021[A  ]| Now shat thou stand though sword, or time, or fire, 
041:01,022[A  ]| Or zeal more fierce than they, thy fall conspire, 
041:01,023[A  ]| Secure, whilst thee the best of Poets sings, 
041:01,024[A  ]| Preserv'd from ruine by the best of Kings.  
041:01,025[A  ]| Under his proud survey the City lies, 
041:01,026[A  ]| And like a mist beneath a hill doth rise; 
041:01,027[A  ]| Whose state and wealth the business and the crowd, 
041:01,028[A  ]| Seems at this distance but a darker cloud:  
041:01,029[A  ]| And is to him who rightly things esteems, 
041:01,030[A  ]| No other in effect than what it seems:  
041:01,031[A  ]| Where, with like hast, though several ways, they run 
041:01,032[A  ]| Some to undo, and some to be undone; 
041:01,033[A  ]| While luxury, and wealth, like war and peace, 
041:01,034[A  ]| Are each the others ruine, and increase; 
041:01,035[A  ]| As Rivers lost in Seas some secret vein 
041:01,036[A  ]| Thence reconveighs, there to be lost again.  
041:01,037[A  ]| Oh happiness of sweet retir'd content!  
041:01,038[A  ]| To be at once secure, and innocent.  
041:01,039[A  ]| \Windsor\ the next (where \Mars\ with \Venus\ dwells.  
041:01,040[A  ]| Beauty with strength) above the Valley swells 
041:01,041[A  ]| Into my eye, and doth it self present 
041:01,042[A  ]| With such an easie and unforc't ascent, 
041:01,043[A  ]| That no stupendious precipice denies 
041:01,044[A  ]| Access, no horror turns away our eyes:  
041:01,045[A  ]| But such a Rise, as doth at once invite 
041:01,046[A  ]| A pleasure, and a reverence from the sight.  
041:01,047[A  ]| Thy mighty Masters Embleme, in whose face 
041:01,048[A  ]| Sate meekness, heightned with Majestick Grace 
041:01,049[A  ]| Such seems thy gentle height, made only proud 
041:01,050[A  ]| To be the basis of that pompous load, 
041:01,051[A  ]| Than which, a nobler weight no Mountain bears, 
041:01,052[A  ]| But \Atlas\ only that supports the Sphears.  
041:01,053[A  ]| When Natures hand this ground did thus advance, 
041:01,054[A  ]| 'Twas guided by a wiser power than Chance; 
041:01,055[A  ]| Mark't out for such a use, as if 'twere meant 
041:01,056[A  ]| T' invite the builder, and his choice prevent.  
041:01,057[A  ]| Nor can we call it choice, when what we chuse, 
041:01,058[A  ]| Folly, or blindness only could refuse.  
041:01,059[A  ]| A Crown of such Majestick towrs doth Grace 
041:01,060[A  ]| The Gods great Mother, when her heavenly race 
041:01,061[A  ]| Do homage to her, yet she cannot boast 
041:01,062[A  ]| Amongst that numerous, and Celestial host, 
041:01,063[A  ]| More \Hero's\ than can \Windsor\, nor doth Fames 
041:01,064[A  ]| Immortal book record more noble names.  
041:01,065[A  ]| Not to look back so far, to whom this Isle 
041:01,066[A  ]| Owes the first Glory of so brave a pile, 
041:01,067[A  ]| Whether to \Ca*esar, Albanact\, or \Brute\, 
041:01,068[A  ]| The Brittish \Arthur\, or the Danish \Knute\, 
041:01,069[A  ]| (Though this of old no less content did move, 
041:01,070[A  ]| Then when for \Homer's\ birth seven Cities strove) 
041:01,071[A  ]| (Like him in birth, thou should'st be like in fame, 
041:01,072[A  ]| As thine his fate, if mine had been his Flame) 
041:01,073[A  ]| But whosoere it was, Nature design'd 
041:01,074[A  ]| First a brave place, and then as brave a mind.  
041:01,075[A  ]| Not to recount those several Kings, to whom 
041:01,076[A  ]| It gave a Cradle, or to whom a Tombe, 
041:01,077[A  ]| But thee (great \Edward\) and thy greater son, 
041:01,078[A  ]| (The lillies which his Father wore, he won) 
041:01,079[A  ]| And thy \Bellona\, who the Consort came 
041:01,080[A  ]| Not only to thy Bed, but to thy Fame, 
041:01,081[A  ]| She to thy Triumph led one Captive King, 
041:01,082[A  ]| And brought that son, which did the second bring.  
041:01,083[A  ]| Then didst thou found that Order (whither love 
041:01,084[A  ]| Or victory thy Royal thoughts did move) 
041:01,085[A  ]| Each was a noble cause, and nothing less, 
041:01,086[A  ]| Than the design, has been the great success:  
041:01,087[A  ]| Which forraign Kings, and Emperors esteem 
041:01,088[A  ]| The second honour to their Diadem.  
041:01,089[A  ]| Had thy great Destiny but given thee skill, 
041:01,090[A  ]| To know as well, as power to act her will, 
041:01,091[A  ]| That from those Kings, who then thy captives were, 
041:01,092[A  ]| In after-times should spring a Royal pair 
041:01,093[A  ]| Who should possess all that thy mighty power, 
041:01,094[A  ]| Or thy desires more mighty, did devour; 
041:01,095[A  ]| To whom their better Fate reserves what ere 
041:01,096[A  ]| The Victor hopes for, or the Vanquisht fear; 
041:01,097[A  ]| That bloud, which thou and thy great Grandsire shed, 
041:01,098[A  ]| And all that since these sister Nations bled, 
041:01,099[A  ]| Had been unspilt, had happy \Edward\ known 
041:01,100[A  ]| That all the bloud he spilt, had been his own.  
041:01,101[A  ]| When he that Patron chose, in whom are joyn'd 
041:01,102[A  ]| Souldier and Martyr, and his arms confin'd 
041:01,103[A  ]| Within the Azure Circle, he did seem 
041:01,104[A  ]| But to foretell, and prophesie of him, 
041:01,105[A  ]| Who to his Realms that Azure round hath joyn'd, 
041:01,106[A  ]| Which Nature for their bound at first design'd.  
041:01,107[A  ]| That bound, which to the Worlds extreamest ends, 
041:01,108[A  ]| Endless it self, its liquid arms extends; 
041:01,109[A  ]| Nor doth he need those Emblemes which we paint, 
041:01,110[A  ]| But is himself the Souldier and the Saint.  
041:01,111[A  ]| Here should my wonder dwell, & here my praise, 
041:01,112[A  ]| But my fixt thoughts my wandring eye betrays, 
041:01,113[A  ]| Viewing a neighbouring hill, whose top of late 
041:01,114[A  ]| A Chappel crown'd, till in the Common Fate, 
041:01,115[A  ]| The adjoyning Abby fell:  (may no such storm 
041:01,116[A  ]| Fall on our times, where ruine must reform.) 
041:01,117[A  ]| Tell me (my Muse) what monstrous dire offence, 
041:01,118[A  ]| What crime could any Christian King incense 
041:01,119[A  ]| To such a rage?  Was't Luxury, or Lust?  
041:01,120[A  ]| Was he so temperate, so chast, so just?  
041:01,121[A  ]| Were these their crimes?  They were his own much more:  
041:01,122[A  ]| But wealth is Crime enough to him that's poor, 
041:01,123[A  ]| Who having spent the Treasures of his Crown, 
041:01,124[A  ]| Condemns their Luxury to feed his own.  
041:01,125[A  ]| And yet this Act, to varnish o're the shame 
041:01,126[A  ]| Of sacriledge, must bear devotions name.  
041:01,127[A  ]| No Crime so bold, but would be understood 
041:01,128[A  ]| A real, or at least a seeming good.  
041:01,129[A  ]| Who fears not to do ill, yet fears the Name, 
041:01,130[A  ]| And free from Conscience, is a slave to Fame.  
041:01,131[A  ]| Thus he the Church at once protects, & spoils:  
041:01,132[A  ]| But Princes swords are sharper than their stiles.  
041:01,133[A  ]| And thus to th' ages past he makes amends, 
041:01,134[A  ]| Their Charity destroys, their Faith defends.  
041:01,135[A  ]| Then did Religion in a lazy Cell, 
041:01,136[A  ]| In empty, airy contemplations dwell; 
041:01,137[A  ]| And like the block, unmoved lay:  but ours, 
041:01,138[A  ]| As much too active, like the stork devours.  
041:01,139[A  ]| Is there no temperate Region can be known, 
041:01,140[A  ]| Betwixt their Frigid, and our Torrid Zone?  
041:01,141[A  ]| Could we not wake from that Lethargick dream, 
041:01,142[A  ]| But to be restless in a worse extream?  
041:01,143[A  ]| And for that Lethargy was there no cure, 
041:01,144[A  ]| But to be cast into a Calenture?  
041:01,145[A  ]| Can knowledge have no bound, but must advance 
041:01,146[A  ]| So far, to make us wish for ignorance?  
041:01,147[A  ]| And rather in the dark to grope our way, 
041:01,148[A  ]| Than led by a false guide to erre by day?  
041:01,149[A  ]| Who sees these dismal heaps, but would demand 
041:01,150[A  ]| What barbarous Invader sackt the land?  
041:01,151[A  ]| But when he hears, no Goth, no Turk did bring 
041:01,152[A  ]| This desolation, but a Christian Kig; 
041:01,153[A  ]| When nothing, but the Name of Zeal, appears 
041:01,154[A  ]| 'Twixt our best actions and the worst of theirs, 
041:01,155[A  ]| What does he think our Sacriledge would spare, 
041:01,156[A  ]| When such th' effects of our devotions are?  
041:01,157[A  ]| Parting from thence 'twixt anger, shame, & fear, 
041:01,158[A  ]| Those for whats past, & this for whats too near:  
041:01,159[A  ]| My eye descending from the Hill, surveys 
041:01,160[A  ]| Where \Thames\ amongst the wanton vallies strays.  
041:01,161[A  ]| \Thames\, the most lov'd of all the Oceans sons, 
041:01,162[A  ]| By his old Sire to his embraces runs, 
041:01,163[A  ]| Hasting to pay his tribute to the Sea, 
041:01,164[A  ]| Like mortal life to meet Eternity.  
041:01,165[A  ]| Though with those streams he no resemblance hold, 
041:01,166[A  ]| Whose foam is Amber, and their Gravel Gold; 
041:01,167[A  ]| His genuine, and less guilty wealth t' explore, 
041:01,168[A  ]| Search not his bottom, but survey his shore; 
041:01,169[A  ]| Ore which he kindly spreads his spacious wing, 
041:01,170[A  ]| And hatches plenty for th' ensuing Spring.  
041:01,171[A  ]| Nor then destroys it with too fond a stay, 
041:01,172[A  ]| Like Mothers which their Infants overlay.  
041:01,173[A  ]| Nor with a sudden and impetuous wave, 
041:01,174[A  ]| Like profuse Kings, resumes the wealth he gave.  
041:01,175[A  ]| No unexpected inundations spoyl 
041:01,176[A  ]| The mowers hopes, nor mock the plowmans toyl:  
041:01,177[A  ]| But god-like his unwearied Bounty flows; 
041:01,178[A  ]| First loves to do, then loves the Good he does.  
041:01,179[A  ]| Nor are his Blessings to his banks confin'd, 
041:01,180[A  ]| But free, and common, as the Sea or Wind; 
041:01,181[A  ]| When he to boast, or to disperse his stores 
041:01,182[A  ]| Full of the tributes of his grateful shores, 
041:01,183[A  ]| Visits the world, and in his flying towers 
041:01,184[A  ]| Brings home to us, and makes both \Indies\ ours; 
041:01,185[A  ]| Finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants 
041:01,186[A  ]| Cities in deserts, woods in cities plants.  
041:01,187[A  ]| So that to us no thing, no place is strange, 
041:01,188[A  ]| While his fair bosom is the worlds exchange.  
041:01,189[A  ]| O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream 
041:01,190[A  ]| My great example, as it is my theme!  
041:01,191[A  ]| Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, 
041:01,192[A  ]| Strong without rage, without ore-flowing full.  
041:01,193[A  ]| Heaven her \Eridanus\ no more shall boast, 
041:01,194[A  ]| Whose Fame in thine, like lesser Currents lost, 
041:01,195[A  ]| Thy Nobler streams shall visit \Jove's\ aboads, 
041:01,196[A  ]| To shine amongst the Stars, and bath the Gods.  
041:01,197[A  ]| Here Nature, whether more intent to please 
041:01,198[A  ]| Us or her self, with strange varieties, 
041:01,199[A  ]| (For things of wonder give no less delight 
041:01,200[A  ]| To the wise Maker's, than beholders sight.  
041:01,201[A  ]| Though these delights from several causes move 
041:01,202[A  ]| For so our children, thus our friends we love) 
041:01,203[A  ]| Wisely she knew, the harmony of things, 
041:01,204[A  ]| As well as that of sounds, from discords springs.  
041:01,205[A  ]| Such was the discord, which did first disperse 
041:01,206[A  ]| Form, order, beauty through the Universe; 
041:01,207[A  ]| While driness moysture, coldness heat resists, 
041:01,208[A  ]| All that we have, and that we are, subsists.  
041:01,209[A  ]| While the steep horrid roughness of the Wood 
041:01,210[A  ]| Strives with the gentle calmness of the flood.  
041:01,211[A  ]| Such huge extreams when Nature doth unite, 
041:01,212[A  ]| Wonder from thence results, from thence delight.  
041:01,213[A  ]| The stream is so transparent, pure, and clear, 
041:01,214[A  ]| That had the self-enamour'd youth gaz'd here, 
041:01,215[A  ]| So fatally deceiv'd he had not been, 
041:01,216[A  ]| While he the bottom, not his face had seen.  
041:01,217[A  ]| But his proud head the aery Mountain hides 
041:01,218[A  ]| Among the Clouds; his shoulders, and his sides 
041:01,219[A  ]| A shady mantle cloaths; his curled brows 
041:01,220[A  ]| Frown on the gentle stream, which calmly flows, 
041:01,221[A  ]| While winds and storms his lofty forehead beat:  
041:01,222[A  ]| The common fate of all that's high or great.  
041:01,223[A  ]| Low at his foot a spacious plain is plac't, 
041:01,224[A  ]| Between the mountain and the stream embrac't:  
041:01,225[A  ]| Which shade and shelter from the Hill derives, 
041:01,226[A  ]| While the kind river wealth and beauty gives; 
041:01,227[A  ]| And in the mixture of all these appears 
041:01,228[A  ]| Variety, which all the rest indears.  
041:01,229[A  ]| This scene had some bold Greek, or Brittish Bard 
041:01,230[A  ]| Beheld of old, what stories had we heard, 
041:01,231[A  ]| Of Fairies, Satyrs, and the Nymphs their Dames, 
041:01,232[A  ]| Their feasts, their revels, & their amorous flames:  
041:01,233[A  ]| 'Tis still the same, although their aery shape 
041:01,234[A  ]| All but a quick Poetick sight escape.  
041:01,235[A  ]| There \Faunus\ and\Sylvanus\ keep their Courts, 
041:01,236[A  ]| And thither all the horned hoast resorts, 
041:01,237[A  ]| To graze the ranker mead, that noble heard 
041:01,238[A  ]| On whose sublime and shady fronts is rear'd 
041:01,239[A  ]| Natures great Master-piece; to shew how soon 
041:01,240[A  ]| Great things are made, but sooner are undone.  
041:01,241[A  ]| Here have I seen the King, when great affairs 
041:01,242[A  ]| Give leave to slacken, and unbend his cares, 
041:01,243[A  ]| Attended to the Chase by all the flower 
041:01,244[A  ]| Of youth, whose hopes a Nobler prey devour:  
041:01,245[A  ]| Pleasure with Praise, & danger, they would buy, 
041:01,246[A  ]| And wish a foe that would not only fly.  
041:01,247[A  ]| The stagg now conscious of his fatal Growth, 
041:01,248[A  ]| At once indulgent to his fear and sloth, 
041:01,249[A  ]| To some dark covert his retreat had made, 
041:01,250[A  ]| Where nor mans eye, nor heavens should invade 
041:01,251[A  ]| His soft repose; when th' unexpected sound 
041:01,252[A  ]| Of dogs, and men, his wakeful ear doth wound.  
041:01,253[A  ]| Rouz'd with the noise, he scarce believes his ear, 
041:01,254[A  ]| Willing to think th' illusions of his fear 
041:01,255[A  ]| Had given this false Alaram, but straight his view 
041:01,256[A  ]| Confirms, that more than all he fears is true.  
041:01,257[A  ]| Betray'd in all his strengths, the wood beset, 
041:01,258[A  ]| All instruments, all Arts of ruine met; 
041:01,259[A  ]| He calls to mind his strength, and then his speed, 
041:01,260[A  ]| His winged heels, and then his armed head; 
041:01,261[A  ]| With these t' avoid, with that his Fate to meet:  
041:01,262[A  ]| But fear prevails, and bids him trust his feet.  
041:01,263[A  ]| So fast he flyes, that his reviewing eye 
041:01,264[A  ]| Has lost the chasers, and his ear the cry; 
041:01,265[A  ]| Exulting, till he finds, their Nobler sense 
041:01,266[A  ]| Their disproportion'd speed does recompense.  
041:01,267[A  ]| Then curses his conspiring feet, whose scent 
041:01,268[A  ]| Betrays that safety which their swiftness lent.  
041:01,269[A  ]| Then tries his friends, among the baser herd, 
041:01,270[A  ]| Where he so lately was obey'd, and fear'd, 
041:01,271[A  ]| His safety seeks:  the herd, unkindly wise, 
041:01,272[A  ]| Or chases him from thence, or from him flies.  
041:01,273[A  ]| Like a declining States-man, left forlorn 
041:01,274[A  ]| To his friends pity, and pursuers scorn, 
041:01,275[A  ]| With shame remembers, while himself was one 
041:01,276[A  ]| Of the same herd, himself the same had done.  
041:01,277[A  ]| Thence to the coverts, & the conscious Groves, 
041:01,278[A  ]| The scenes of his past triumphs, and his loves; 
041:01,279[A  ]| Sadly surveying where he rang'd alone 
041:01,280[A  ]| Prince of the soyl, and all the herd his own; 
041:01,281[A  ]| And like a bold Knight Errant did proclaim 
041:01,282[A  ]| Combat to all, and bore away the Dame; 
041:01,283[A  ]| And taught the woods to eccho to the stream 
041:01,284[A  ]| His dreadfull challenge, and his clashing beam.  
041:01,285[A  ]| Yet faintly now declines the fatal strife; 
041:01,286[A  ]| So much his love was dearer than his life.  
041:01,287[A  ]| Now every leaf, and every moving breath 
041:01,288[A  ]| Presents a foe, and every foe a death.  
041:01,289[A  ]| Wearied, forsaken, and pursu'd, at last 
041:01,290[A  ]| All safety in despair of safety plac'd, 
041:01,291[A  ]| Courage he thence resumes, resolv'd to bear 
041:01,292[A  ]| All their assaults, since 'tis in vain to fear.  
041:01,293[A  ]| And now too late he wishes for the fight 
041:01,294[A  ]| That strength he wasted in Ignoble flight:  
041:01,295[A  ]| But when he sees the eager chase renew'd, 
041:01,296[A  ]| Himself by dogs, the dogs by men pursu'd:  
041:01,297[A  ]| He straight revokes his bold resolve, and more 
041:01,298[A  ]| Repents his courage, than his fear before; 
041:01,299[A  ]| Finds that uncertain waies unsafest are, 
041:01,300[A  ]| And Doubt a greater mischief than Despair.  
041:01,301[A  ]| Then to the stream, when neither friends, nor force, 
041:01,302[A  ]| Nor speed, nor Art avail, he shapes his course; 
041:01,303[A  ]| Thinks not their rage so desperate t' assay 
041:01,304[A  ]| An Element more merciless than they.  
041:01,305[A  ]| But fearless they pursue, nor can the floud 
041:01,306[A  ]| Quench their dire thirst; alas, they thirst for bloud.  
041:01,307[A  ]| So towards a Ship the oarefin'd Gallies ply, 
041:01,308[A  ]| Which wanting Sea to ride, or wind to fly, 
041:01,309[A  ]| Stands but to fall reveng'd on those that dare 
041:01,310[A  ]| Tempt the last fury of extream despair.  
041:01,311[A  ]| So fares the Stagg among th' enraged Hounds, 
041:01,312[A  ]| Repels their force, and wounds returns for wounds.  
041:01,313[A  ]| And as a Hero, whom his baser foes 
041:01,314[A  ]| In troops surround, now these assails, now those, 
041:01,315[A  ]| Though prodigal of life, disdains to die 
041:01,316[A  ]| By common hands; but if he can descry 
041:01,317[A  ]| Some nobler foes approach, to him he calls, 
041:01,318[A  ]| And begs his Fate, and then contented falls.  
041:01,319[A  ]| So when the King a mortal shaft lets fly 
041:01,320[A  ]| From his unerring hand, then glad to dy, 
041:01,321[A  ]| Proud of the wound, to it resigns his bloud, 
041:01,322[A  ]| And stains the Crystal with a Purple floud.  
041:01,323[A  ]| This a more Innocent, and happy chase, 
041:01,324[A  ]| Than when of old, but in the self-same place, 
041:01,325[A  ]| Fair liberty pursu'd, and meant a Prey 
041:01,326[A  ]| To lawless power, here turn'd, and stood at bay.  
041:01,327[A  ]| When in that remedy all hope was plac't 
041:01,328[A  ]| Which was, or should have been at least, the last.  
041:01,329[A  ]| Here was that Charter seal'd, wherein the Crown 
041:01,330[A  ]| All marks of Arbitrary power lays down:  
041:01,331[A  ]| Tyrant and slave, those names of hate and fear, 
041:01,332[A  ]| The happier stile of King and Subject bear:  
041:01,333[A  ]| Happy, when both to the same Center move, 
041:01,334[A  ]| When Kings give liberty, and Subjects love.  
041:01,335[A  ]| Therefore not long in force this Charter stood; 
041:01,336[A  ]| Wanting that seal, it must be seal'd in bloud.  
041:01,337[A  ]| The Subjects arm'd, the more their Princes gave, 
041:01,338[A  ]| Th' advantage only took the more to crave.  
041:01,339[A  ]| Till Kings by giving, give themselves away, 
041:01,340[A  ]| And even that power, that should deny, betray.  
041:01,341[A  ]| "Who give constrain'd, but his own fear reviles 
041:01,342[A  ]| "Not thank't, but scorn'd; nor are they gifts, but spoils.  
041:01,343[A  ]| Thus Kings, by grasping more than they could hold, 
041:01,344[A  ]| First made their Subjects by oppression bold:  
041:01,345[A  ]| And popular sway, by forcing Kings to give 
041:01,346[A  ]| More than was fit for Subjects to receive, 
041:01,347[A  ]| Ran to the same extreams; and one excess 
041:01,348[A  ]| Made both, by striving to the greater, less.  
041:01,349[A  ]| When a calm River rais'd with sudden rains, 
041:01,350[A  ]| Or Snows dissolv'd, oreflows th' adjoyning Plains, 
041:01,351[A  ]| The Husbandmen with high-rais'd banks secure 
041:01,352[A  ]| Their greedy hopes, and this he can endure.  
041:01,353[A  ]| But if with Bays and Dams they strive to force 
041:01,354[A  ]| His channel to a new, or narrow course; 
041:01,355[A  ]| No longer then within his banks he dwells, 
041:01,356[A  ]| First to a Torrent, then a Deluge swells:  
041:01,357[A  ]| Stronger, and fiercer by restraint he roars, 
041:01,358[A  ]| And knows no bound, but makes his power his shores.  
041:02,000['  ]| <A SONG> 
041:02,001[A  ]| \Morpheus\ the humble God, that dwells 
041:02,002[A  ]| In cottages and smoaky cells, 
041:02,003[A  ]| Hates gilded roofs and beds of down; 
041:02,004[A  ]| And though he fears no Princes frown, 
041:02,005[A  ]| Flies from the circle of a Crown.  
041:02,006[A  ]| Come, I say, thou powerful God, 
041:02,007[A  ]| And thy Leaden charming Rod, 
041:02,008[A  ]| Dipt in the Letha*ean Lake, 
041:02,009[A  ]| Ore his wakeful temples shake, 
041:02,010[A  ]| Lest he should sleep and never wake.  
041:02,011[A  ]| Nature (alas) why art thou so 
041:02,012[A  ]| Obliged to thy greatest Foe?  
041:02,013[A  ]| Sleep that is thy best repast, 
041:02,014[A  ]| Yet of death it bears a taste, 
041:02,015[A  ]| And both are the same thing at last.  
041:03,000['  ]| <\NEWS FROM\ COLCHESTER> 
041:03,000['  ]| <OR, \A PROPER NEW BALLAD OF CERTAIN CARNAL PASSAGES\> 
041:03,000['  ]| <\BETWIXT A\ QUAKER \AND A\ COLT, \AT\> 
041:03,000['  ]| <HORSLY \NEAR\ COLCHESTER \IN\ ESSEX> 
041:03,000['  ]| <\To the Tune of\, Tom of Bedlam.> 
041:03,001[A  ]| All in the Land of \Essex\, 
041:03,002[A  ]| Near \Colchester\ the Zealous, 
041:03,003[A  ]| On the side of a bank, 
041:03,004[A  ]| Was play'd such a Prank, 
041:03,005[A  ]| As would make a Stone-horse jealous.  
041:03,006[A  ]| Help \Woodcock, Fox\ and \Nailor\, 
041:03,007[A  ]| For Brother \Green's\ a Stallion, 
041:03,008[A  ]| Now alas what hope 
041:03,009[A  ]| Of converting the Pope, 
041:03,010[A  ]| When a Quaker turns \Italian\?  
041:03,011[A  ]| Even to our whole profession 
041:03,012[A  ]| A scandal 'twill be counted, 
041:03,013[A  ]| When 'tis talkt with disdain 
041:03,014[A  ]| Amongst the Profane, 
041:03,015[A  ]| How brother \Green\ was mounted.  
041:03,016[A  ]| And in the Good time of Christmas, 
041:03,017[A  ]| Which though our Saints have damn'd all, 
041:03,018[A  ]| Yet when did they hear 
041:03,019[A  ]| That a damn'd Cavalier 
041:03,020[A  ]| Ere play'd such a Christmas gambal?  
041:03,021[A  ]| Had thy flesh, O \Green\, been pamper'd 
041:03,022[A  ]| With any Cates unhallow'd, 
041:03,023[A  ]| Hadst thou sweetned thy Gums 
041:03,024[A  ]| With Pottage of Plums, 
041:03,025[A  ]| Or prophane minc'd Pie hadst swallow'd, 
041:03,026[A  ]| Roll'd up in wanton Swine's-flesh, 
041:03,027[A  ]| The Fiend might have crept into thee; 
041:03,028[A  ]| Then fullness of gut 
041:03,029[A  ]| Might have caus'd thee to rut, 
041:03,030[A  ]| And the Devil have so rid through thee.  
041:03,031[A  ]| But alas he had been feasted 
041:03,032[A  ]| With a Spiritual Collation, 
041:03,033[A  ]| By our frugal Mayor, 
041:03,034[A  ]| Who can dine on a Prayer, 
041:03,035[A  ]| And sup on an Exhortation.  
041:03,036[A  ]| 'Twas meer impulse of Spirit, 
041:03,037[A  ]| Though he us'd the weapon carnal:  
041:03,038[A  ]| Filly Foal, quoth he, 
041:03,039[A  ]| My bride thou shalt be:  
041:03,040[A  ]| And how this is lawful, learn all.  
041:03,041[A  ]| For if no respect of Persons 
041:03,042[A  ]| Be due 'mongst Sons of \Adam\, 
041:03,043[A  ]| In a large extent, 
041:03,044[A  ]| Thereby may be meant 
041:03,045[A  ]| That a \Mare's\ as good as a \Madam\.  
041:03,046[A  ]| Then without more Ceremony, 
041:03,047[A  ]| Not Bonnet vail'd, nor kist her, 
041:03,048[A  ]| But took her by force, 
041:03,049[A  ]| For better or worse, 
041:03,050[A  ]| And us'd her like a Sister.  
041:03,051[A  ]| Now when in such a Saddle 
041:03,052[A  ]| A Saint will needs be riding, 
041:03,053[A  ]| Though we dare not say 
041:03,054[A  ]| 'Tis a falling away, 
041:03,055[A  ]| May there not be some back-sliding?  
041:03,056[A  ]| No surely, quoth \James*Naylor\, 
041:03,057[A  ]| 'Twas but an insurrection 
041:03,058[A  ]| Of the Carnal part, 
041:03,059[A  ]| For a Quaker in heart 
041:03,060[A  ]| Can never lose perfection.  
041:03,061[A  ]| For (as our Masters teach us) 
041:03,062[A  ]| The intent being well directed, 
041:03,063[A  ]| Though the Devil trepan 
041:03,064[A  ]| The Adamical man, 
041:03,065[A  ]| The Saint stands un-infected.  
041:03,066[A  ]| But alas a Pagan Jury 
041:03,067[A  ]| Ne're judges what's intended, 
041:03,068[A  ]| Then say what we can, 
041:03,069[A  ]| Brother \Green's\ outward man 
041:03,070[A  ]| I fear will be suspended.  
041:03,071[A  ]| And our Adopted Sister 
041:03,072[A  ]| Will find no better quarter, 
041:03,073[A  ]| But when him we inroul 
041:03,074[A  ]| For a Saint, Filly Foal 
041:03,075[A  ]| Shall pass her self for a Martyr.  
041:03,076[A  ]| \Rome\ that Spiritual \Sodom\, 
041:03,077[A  ]| No longer is thy debter, 
041:03,078[A  ]| O \Colchester\, now 
041:03,079[A  ]| Who's \Sodom\ but thou, 
041:03,080[A  ]| Even according to the Letter?  
041:04,000['  ]| <THE PROLOGUE TO HIS MAJESTY> 
041:04,001[A  ]| Greatest of Monarchs, welcome to this place 
041:04,002[A  ]| Which \Majesty\ so oft was wont to grace 
041:04,003[A  ]| Before our Exile, to divert the Court, 
041:04,004[A  ]| And ballance weighty Cares with harmless sport.  
041:04,005[A  ]| This truth we can to our advantage say, 
041:04,006[A  ]| They that would have no \KING\, would have no Play:  
041:04,007[A  ]| The \Laurel\ and the \Crown\ together went, 
041:04,008[A  ]| Had the same Foes, and the same \Banishment\:  
041:04,009[A  ]| The Ghosts of their great Ancestors they fear'd, 
041:04,010[A  ]| Who by the art of conjuring Poets rear'd, 
041:04,011[A  ]| Our \HARRIES\ and our \EDWARDS\ long since dead 
041:04,012[A  ]| Still on the Stage a march of Glory tread:  
041:04,013[A  ]| Those Monuments of Fame (they thought) would stain 
041:04,014[A  ]| And teach the People to despise their Reign:  
041:04,015[A  ]| Nor durst they look into the Muses Well, 
041:04,016[A  ]| Least the cleer Spring their ugliness should tell; 
041:04,017[A  ]| Affrighted with the shadow of their Rage, 
041:04,018[A  ]| They broke the Mirror of the times, the Stage; 
041:04,019[A  ]| The Stage against them still maintain'd the War, 
041:04,020[A  ]| When they debauch'd the \Pulpit\ and the \Bar\.  
041:04,021[A  ]| Though to be \Hypocrites\, be our Praise alone, 
041:04,022[A  ]| 'Tis our peculiar boast that we were none.  
041:04,023[A  ]| Whatere they taught, we practis'd what was true, 
041:04,024[A  ]| And something we had learn'd of honor too, 
041:04,025[A  ]| When by Your Danger, and our Duty prest, 
041:04,026[A  ]| We acted in the Field, and not in Jest; 
041:04,027[A  ]| Then for the \Cause\ our Tyring-house they sack't, 
041:04,028[A  ]| And silenc'd us that they alone might act; 
041:04,029[A  ]| And (to our shame) most dext'rously they do it, 
041:04,030[A  ]| Out-act the Players, and out-ly the Poet; 
041:04,031[A  ]| But all the other Arts appear'd so scarce, 
041:04,032[A  ]| Ours were the \Moral Lectures\, theirs the \Farse\:  
041:04,033[A  ]| This spacious Land their Theater became, 
041:04,034[A  ]| And they \Grave Counsellors\, and \Lords\ in Name; 
041:04,035[A  ]| Which these Mechanicks Personate so ill 
041:04,036[A  ]| That ev'n the Oppressed with contempt they fill, 
041:04,037[A  ]| But when the Lyons dreadful skin they took, 
041:04,038[A  ]| They roar'd so loud that the whole Forrest shook; 
041:04,039[A  ]| The noise kept all the Neighbourhood in awe, 
041:04,040[A  ]| Who thought 'twas the true Lyon by his Pawe.  
041:04,041[A  ]| If feigned Vertue could such Wonders do, 
041:04,042[A  ]| What may we not expect from this that's true!  
041:04,043[A  ]| But this Great Theme must serve another Age, 
041:04,044[A  ]| To fill our Story, and adorne our Stage.  
041:05,000['  ]| <FRIENDSHIP AND SINGLE LIFE AGAINST> 
041:05,000['  ]| <LOVE AND MARRIAGE> 
041:05,001[A  ]| Love!  in what poyson is thy Dart 
041:05,002[A  ]| Dipt, when it makes a bleeding heart?  
041:05,003[A  ]| None know, but they who feel the smart.  
041:05,004[A  ]| It is not thou, but we are blind, 
041:05,005[A  ]| And our corporeal eyes (we find) 
041:05,006[A  ]| Dazle the Opticks of our Mind.  
041:05,007[A  ]| Love to our Citadel resorts, 
041:05,008[A  ]| Through those deceitful Sally-ports, 
041:05,009[A  ]| Our Sentinels betray our Forts.  
041:05,010[A  ]| What subtle Witchcraft man constrains, 
041:05,011[A  ]| To change his Pleasures into Pains, 
041:05,012[A  ]| And all his freedom into Chains?  
041:05,013[A  ]| May not a Prison, or a Grave 
041:05,014[A  ]| Like Wedlock, Honour's title have?  
041:05,015[A  ]| That word makes Free-born man a Slave.  
041:05,016[A  ]| How happy he that loves not, lives!  
041:05,017[A  ]| Him neither Hope nor Fear deceives, 
041:05,018[A  ]| To Fortune who no Hostage gives.  
041:05,019[A  ]| How unconcern'd in things to come!  
041:05,020[A  ]| If here uneasie, finds at \Rome\, 
041:05,021[A  ]| At \Paris\, or \Madrid\ his Home.  
041:05,022[A  ]| Secure from low, and private Ends, 
041:05,023[A  ]| His Life, his Zeal, his Wealth attends 
041:05,024[A  ]| His Prince, his Country and his Friends.  
041:05,025[A  ]| Danger and Honour are his Joy; 
041:05,026[A  ]| But a fond Wife, or wanton Boy, 
041:05,027[A  ]| May all those Generous Thoughts destroy.  
041:05,028[A  ]| Then he lays by the publick Care, 
041:05,029[A  ]| Thinks of providing for an Heir; 
041:05,030[A  ]| Learns how to get, and how to spare.  
041:05,031[A  ]| Nor fire, nor foe, nor fate, nor night, 
041:05,032[A  ]| The Trojan Hero did affright, 
041:05,033[A  ]| Who bravely twice renew'd the fight.  
041:05,034[A  ]| Though still his foes in number grew, 
041:05,035[A  ]| Thicker their Darts, and Arrows flew, 
041:05,036[A  ]| Yet left alone, no fear he knew.  
041:05,037[A  ]| But Death in all her forms appears, 
041:05,038[A  ]| From every thing he sees and hears, 
041:05,039[A  ]| For whom he leads, and whom he bears.  
041:05,040[A  ]| Love making all things else his Foes, 
041:05,041[A  ]| Like a fierce torrent overflows 
041:05,042[A  ]| Whatever doth his course oppose.  
041:05,043[A  ]| This was the cause the Poets sung, 
041:05,044[A  ]| Thy Mother from the Sea was sprung; 
041:05,045[A  ]| But they were mad to make thee young.  
041:05,046[A  ]| Her Father, not her Son, art thou:  
041:05,047[A  ]| From our desires our actions grow; 
041:05,048[A  ]| And from the Cause the Effect must flow.  
041:05,049[A  ]| Love is as old as place or time; 
041:05,050[A  ]| 'Twas he the fatal Tree did climb, 
041:05,051[A  ]| Grandsire of Father \Adam's\ crime.  
041:05,052[A  ]| Well mayst thou keep this world in awe, 
041:05,053[A  ]| Religion, Wisdom, Honour, Law, 
041:05,054[A  ]| The tyrant in his triumph draw.  
041:05,055[A  ]| 'Tis he commands the Powers above; 
041:05,056[A  ]| \Pho*ebus\ resigns his Darts, and \Jove\ 
041:05,057[A  ]| His Thunder to the God of Love.  
041:05,058[A  ]| To him doth his feign'd Mother yield, 
041:05,059[A  ]| Nor \Mars\ (her Champions) flaming shield 
041:05,060[A  ]| Guards him, when \Cupid\ takes the Field.  
041:05,061[A  ]| He clips hopes wings, whose aery bliss 
041:05,062[A  ]| Much higher than fruition is; 
041:05,063[A  ]| But less than nothing, if it miss.  
041:05,064[A  ]| When matches Love alone projects, 
041:05,065[A  ]| The Cause transcending the Effects, 
041:05,066[A  ]| That wild-fire's quencht in cold neglects.  
041:05,067[A  ]| Whilst those Conjunctions prove the best, 
041:05,068[A  ]| Where Love's of blindness dispossest, 
041:05,069[A  ]| By perspectives of Interest.  
041:05,070[A  ]| Though \Solomon\ with a thousand wives, 
041:05,071[A  ]| To get a wise Successor strives, 
041:05,072[A  ]| But one (and he a Fool) survives.  
041:05,073[A  ]| Old \Rome\ of Children took no care, 
041:05,074[A  ]| They with their Friends their beds did share, 
041:05,075[A  ]| Secure, t'adopt a hopeful Heir.  
041:05,076[A  ]| Love drowsie days, and stormy nights 
041:05,077[A  ]| Makes, and breakes Friendship, whose delights 
041:05,078[A  ]| Feed, but not glut our Appetites.  
041:05,079[A  ]| Well chosen Friendship, the most noble 
041:05,080[A  ]| Of Vertues, all our joyes makes double, 
041:05,081[A  ]| And into halves divides our trouble.  
041:05,082[A  ]| But when the unlucky knot we tye, 
041:05,083[A  ]| Care, Avarice, Fear, and Jealousie 
041:05,084[A  ]| Make Friendship languish till it dye.  
041:05,085[A  ]| The Wolf, the Lyon, and the Bear 
041:05,086[A  ]| When they their prey in pieces tear, 
041:05,087[A  ]| To quarrel with themselves forbear.  
041:05,088[A  ]| Yet timerous Deer, and harmless Sheep 
041:05,089[A  ]| When Love into their veins doth creep, 
041:05,090[A  ]| That law of Nature ceases to keep.  
041:05,091[A  ]| Who then can blame the Amorous Boy, 
041:05,092[A  ]| Who the fair \Helen\ to enjoy, 
041:05,093[A  ]| To quench his own, set fire on \Troy\?  
041:05,094[A  ]| Such is the worlds preposterous fate, 
041:05,095[A  ]| Amongst all Creatures, mortal hate 
041:05,096[A  ]| Love (though immortal) doth Create.  
041:05,097[A  ]| But Love may Beasts excuse, for they 
041:05,098[A  ]| Their actions not by Reason sway, 
041:05,099[A  ]| But their brute appetites obey.  
041:05,100[A  ]| But Man's that Savage Beast, whose mind 
041:05,101[A  ]| From Reason to self-Love declin'd, 
041:05,102[A  ]| Delights to prey upon his Kind.  
041:06,000['  ]| <TO SIR*JOHN*MENNIS BEING INVITED> 
041:06,000['  ]| <FROM CALICE TO BOLOGNE TO> 
041:06,000['  ]| <EAT A PIG> 
041:06,001[A  ]| All on a weeping \Monday\, 
041:06,002[A  ]| With a fat \Bulgarian\ Sloven, 
041:06,003[A  ]| Little Admiral \John\ 
041:06,004[A  ]| To \Bologne\ is gone 
041:06,005[A  ]| Whom I think they call old \Loven\.  
041:06,006[A  ]| Hadst thou not thy fill of Carting 
041:06,007[A  ]| \Will%*Aubrey\ Count of \Oxon\!  
041:06,008[A  ]| When Nose lay in Breech 
041:06,009[A  ]| And Breech made a Speech, 
041:06,010[A  ]| So often cry'd a Pox on.  
041:06,011[A  ]| A Knight by Land and Water 
041:06,012[A  ]| Esteem'd at such a high rate, 
041:06,013[A  ]| When 'tis told in \Kent\, 
041:06,014[A  ]| In a Cart that he went, 
041:06,015[A  ]| They'll say now hang him Pirate.  
041:06,016[A  ]| Thou might'st have ta'ne example, 
041:06,017[A  ]| From what thou read'st in story; 
041:06,018[A  ]| Being as worthy to sit 
041:06,019[A  ]| On an ambling Tit, 
041:06,020[A  ]| As thy Predecessor \Dory\.  
041:06,021[A  ]| But Oh!  the roof of Linnen, 
041:06,022[A  ]| Intended for a shelter!  
041:06,023[A  ]| But the Rain made an Ass 
041:06,024[A  ]| Of Tilt of Canvas; 
041:06,025[A  ]| And the Snow which you know is a Melter.  
041:06,026[A  ]| But with thee to inveigle, 
041:06,027[A  ]| That tender stripling, \Asctcot\ 
041:06,028[A  ]| Who was soak'd to the skin, 
041:06,029[A  ]| Through Drugget so thin, 
041:06,030[A  ]| Having neither Coat, nor Wastcoat; 
041:06,031[A  ]| He being proudly mounted, 
041:06,032[A  ]| Y-clad in Cloak of \Plymouth\, 
041:06,033[A  ]| Defy'd Cart so base, 
041:06,034[A  ]| For Thief without Grace, 
041:06,035[A  ]| That goes to make a wry-mouth.  
041:06,036[A  ]| Nor did he like the Omen, 
041:06,037[A  ]| For fear it might be his doom, 
041:06,038[A  ]| One day for to sing, 
041:06,039[A  ]| With Gullet in string, 
041:06,040[A  ]| A Hymne of \Robert*Wisdom\.  
041:06,041[A  ]| But what was all this business?  
041:06,042[A  ]| For sure it was important:  
041:06,043[A  ]| For who rides i' th' wet, 
041:06,044[A  ]| When affairs are not great, 
041:06,045[A  ]| The neighbors make but a sport on 't.  
041:06,046[A  ]| To a goodly fat Sow's Baby, 
041:06,047[A  ]| O \John\, thou had'st a malice, 
041:06,048[A  ]| The old driver of Swine 
041:06,049[A  ]| That day sure was thine, 
041:06,050[A  ]| Or thou hadst not quitted \Calice\.  
041:07,000['  ]| <\A DIALOGUE BETWEEN\ SIR JOHN POOLEY> 
041:07,000['  ]| <\AND\ MR% THOMAS KILLIGREW> 
041:07,000['  ]| <P.> 
041:07,001[P  ]| To thee, Dear \Thom%\ my self addressing, 
041:07,002[P  ]| Most queremoniously confessing, 
041:07,003[P  ]| That I of late have been compressing.  
041:07,004[P  ]| Destitute of my wonted Gravity, 
041:07,005[P  ]| I perpetrated Arts of Pravity, 
041:07,006[P  ]| In a contagious Concavity.  
041:07,007[P  ]| Making efforts with all my Puissance, 
041:07,008[P  ]| For some Venereal Reiouissance, 
041:07,009[P  ]| I got (as one may say) a nuysance.  
041:07,000['  ]| <K.> 
041:07,010[K  ]| Come leave this fooling Cousin \Pooley\, 
041:07,011[K  ]| And in plain English tell us truely 
041:07,012[K  ]| Why under th' eyes you look so blewly?  
041:07,013[K  ]| 'Tis not your hard words will avail you, 
041:07,014[K  ]| Your Latin and your Greek will fail you, 
041:07,015[K  ]| Till you speak plainly what doth ail you.  
041:07,016[K  ]| When young, you led a life Monastick, 
041:07,017[K  ]| And wore a Vest Ecclesiastick; 
041:07,018[K  ]| Now in your Age you grow Fantastick.  
041:07,000['  ]| <P.> 
041:07,019[P  ]| Without more Preface or Formality, 
041:07,020[P  ]| A Female of Malignant Quality 
041:07,021[P  ]| Set fire on Label of Mortality.  
041:07,022[P  ]| The Fa*eces of which Ulceration, 
041:07,023[P  ]| Brought o're the Helm a Distillation, 
041:07,024[P  ]| Through the Instrument of Propagation.  
041:07,000['  ]| <K.> 
041:07,025[K  ]| Then Cousin, (as I guess the matter) 
041:07,026[K  ]| You have been an old Fornicater, 
041:07,027[K  ]| And now are shot 'twixt wind and Water.  
041:07,028[K  ]| Your style has such an ill complexion, 
041:07,029[K  ]| That from your breath I fear infection, 
041:07,030[K  ]| That even your mouth needs an injection.  
041:07,031[K  ]| You that were once so o*economick, 
041:07,032[K  ]| Quitting the thrifty style Laconick, 
041:07,033[K  ]| Turn Prodigal in Makeronick.  
041:07,034[K  ]| Yet be of comfort, I shall send a 
041:07,035[K  ]| Person of knowledge who can mend a 
041:07,036[K  ]| Disaster in your nether end-a.  
041:07,037[K  ]| Whether it \Pullen\ be or \Skanker\, 
041:07,038[K  ]| Corded and crooked like an Anchor, 
041:07,039[K  ]| Your cure too costs you but a spanker.  
041:07,040[K  ]| Or though your Piss be sharp as Razor, 
041:07,041[K  ]| Do but confer with \Dr%*Fraser\, 
041:07,042[K  ]| Hee'l make your Running Nag a Pacer.  
041:07,043[K  ]| Nor shall you need your Silver quick Sir, 
041:07,044[K  ]| Take \Mongo*Murry's Black Elixir\, 
041:07,045[K  ]| And in a week it Cures your P*** Sir.  
041:07,046[K  ]| But you that are a Man of Learning, 
041:07,047[K  ]| So read in \Virgil\, so discerning, 
041:07,048[K  ]| Methinks towards fifty should take warning.  
041:07,049[K  ]| Once in a Pit you did miscarry, 
041:07,050[K  ]| That danger might have made one wary; 
041:07,051[K  ]| This Pit is deeper then the Quarry.  
041:07,000['  ]| <P.> 
041:07,052[P  ]| Give me not such disconsolation, 
041:07,053[P  ]| Having now cur'd my Inflamation, 
041:07,054[P  ]| To Ulcerate my Reputation.  
041:07,055[P  ]| Though it may gain the Ladies favour, 
041:07,056[P  ]| Yet it may raise an evil savour 
041:07,057[P  ]| Upon all grave and staid behaviour.  
041:07,058[P  ]| And I will rub my 7Mater*Pia, 
041:07,059[P  ]| To find a Rhyme to Gonorrheia, 
041:07,060[P  ]| And put it in my Letania.  
041:08,000['  ]| <7NATURA 7NATURATA> 
041:08,001[A  ]| What gives us that Fantastick Fit, 
041:08,002[A  ]| That all our Judgment and our Wit 
041:08,003[A  ]| To vulgar custom we submit?  
041:08,004[A  ]| Treason, Theft, Murther, all the rest 
041:08,005[A  ]| Of that foul Legion we so detest, 
041:08,006[A  ]| Are in their proper names exprest.  
041:08,007[A  ]| Why is it then taught sin or shame, 
041:08,008[A  ]| Those necessary parts to name, 
041:08,009[A  ]| From whence we went, and whence we came?  
041:08,010[A  ]| Nature, what ere she wants, requires; 
041:08,011[A  ]| With Love enflaming our desires, 
041:08,012[A  ]| Finds Engines fit to quench those fires:  
041:08,013[A  ]| Death she abhors; yet when men die, 
041:08,014[A  ]| We are present; but no stander by 
041:08,015[A  ]| Looks on when we that loss supply:  
041:08,016[A  ]| Forbidden Wares sell twice as dear; 
041:08,017[A  ]| Even Sack prohibited last year, 
041:08,018[A  ]| A most abominable rate did bear.  
041:08,019[A  ]| 'Tis plain our eyes and ears are nice, 
041:08,020[A  ]| Only to raise by that device, 
041:08,021[A  ]| Of those Commodities the price.  
041:08,022[A  ]| Thus Reason's shadows us betray 
041:08,023[A  ]| By Tropes and Figures led astray, 
041:08,024[A  ]| From Nature, both her Guide and way.  
041:09,000['  ]| <\ON MY LORD\ CROFTS \AND MY JOURNEY\> 
041:09,000['  ]| <\INTO POLAND, FROM WHENCE WE\> 
041:09,000['  ]| <\BROUGHT 10000 L% FOR HIS MAJESTY\> 
041:09,000['  ]| <\BY THE DECIMATION OF\> 
041:09,000['  ]| <\HIS SCOTTISH SUBJECTS\> 
041:09,000['  ]| <\THERE\> 
041:09,001[A  ]| Tole, tole, 
041:09,002[A  ]| Gentle Bell, for the Soul 
041:09,003[A  ]| Of the pure ones in \Pole\, 
041:09,004[A  ]| Which are damned in our Scroul; 
041:09,005[A  ]| Who having felt a touch 
041:09,006[A  ]| Of \Cockram's\ greedy Clutch, 
041:09,007[A  ]| Which though it was not much, 
041:09,008[A  ]| Yet their stubborness was such, 
041:09,009[A  ]| That when we did arrive, 
041:09,010[A  ]| 'Gainst the stream we did strive; 
041:09,011[A  ]| They would neither lead, nor drive:  
041:09,012[A  ]| Nor lend 
041:09,013[A  ]| An Ear to a Friend, 
041:09,014[A  ]| Nor an answer would send 
041:09,015[A  ]| To our Letter so well penn'd.  
041:09,016[A  ]| Nor assist our affairs, 
041:09,017[A  ]| With their Monies nor their Wares, 
041:09,018[A  ]| As their answer now declares, 
041:09,019[A  ]| But only with their Prayers.  
041:09,020[A  ]| Thus they did persist, 
041:09,021[A  ]| Did and said what they list, 
041:09,022[A  ]| Till the Dyet was dismist; 
041:09,023[A  ]| But then our Breech they kist.  
041:09,024[A  ]| For when 
041:09,025[A  ]| It was mov'd there and then 
041:09,026[A  ]| They should pay one in ten, 
041:09,027[A  ]| The Dyet said Amen.  
041:09,028[A  ]| And because they are loth 
041:09,029[A  ]| To discover the troth, 
041:09,030[A  ]| They must give word and Oath, 
041:09,031[A  ]| Though they will forfeit both.  
041:09,032[A  ]| Thus the Constitution 
041:09,033[A  ]| Condemns them every one, 
041:09,034[A  ]| From the Father to the Son.  
041:09,035[A  ]| But \John\ 
041:09,036[A  ]| (Our Friend) \Mollesson\, 
041:09,037[A  ]| Thought us to have out-gone 
041:09,038[A  ]| With a quaint Invention.  
041:09,039[A  ]| Like the Prophets of yore, 
041:09,040[A  ]| He complain'd long before, 
041:09,041[A  ]| Of the Mischiefs in store, 
041:09,042[A  ]| I, and thrice as much more.  
041:09,043[A  ]| And with that wicked Lye 
041:09,044[A  ]| A Letter they came by, 
041:09,045[A  ]| From our Kings Majesty.  
041:09,046[A  ]| But Fate 
041:09,047[A  ]| Brought the Letter too late, 
041:09,048[A  ]| 'Twas of too old a date, 
041:09,049[A  ]| To relieve their damned State.  
041:09,050[A  ]| The Letter's to be seen, 
041:09,051[A  ]| With seal of Wax so green, 
041:09,052[A  ]| At \Dantzige\, where t' as been 
041:09,053[A  ]| Turn'd into good Latin.  
041:09,054[A  ]| But he that gave the hint, 
041:09,055[A  ]| This Letter for to Print, 
041:09,056[A  ]| Must also pay his stint.  
041:09,057[A  ]| That trick, 
041:09,058[A  ]| Had it come in the Nick, 
041:09,059[A  ]| Had touch'd us to the quick, 
041:09,060[A  ]| But the Messenger fell sick.  
041:09,061[A  ]| Had it later been wrought, 
041:09,062[A  ]| And sooner been brought, 
041:09,063[A  ]| They had got what they sought, 
041:09,064[A  ]| But now it serves for nought.  
041:09,065[A  ]| On \Sandys\ they ran aground, 
041:09,066[A  ]| And our return was crown'd 
041:09,067[A  ]| With full ten thousand pound.  
041:10,000['  ]| <ON \MR% THO% KILLIGREW'S\ RETURN> 
041:10,000['  ]| <FROM HIS EMBASSIE FROM> 
041:10,000['  ]| <\VENICE\, AND \MR% WILLIAM MURRAY'S\> 
041:10,000['  ]| <FROM SCOTLAND> 
041:10,001[A  ]| Our Resident \Tom\, 
041:10,002[A  ]| From \Venice\ is come, 
041:10,003[A  ]| And hath left the Statesman behind him; 
041:10,004[A  ]| Talks at the same pitch, 
041:10,005[A  ]| Is as wise, is as rich, 
041:10,006[A  ]| And just where you left him, you find him.  
041:10,007[A  ]| But who says he was not, 
041:10,008[A  ]| A man of much Plot, 
041:10,009[A  ]| May repent that false Accusation; 
041:10,010[A  ]| Having plotted and penn'd 
041:10,011[A  ]| Six plays to attend 
041:10,012[A  ]| The Farce of his Negotiation.  
041:10,013[A  ]| Before you were told 
041:10,014[A  ]| How \Satan\ the old 
041:10,015[A  ]| Came here with a Beard to his middle; 
041:10,016[A  ]| Though he chang'd face and name, 
041:10,017[A  ]| Old \Will\ was the same, 
041:10,018[A  ]| At the noise of a Can and a Fiddle.  
041:10,019[A  ]| These Statesmen you believe 
041:10,020[A  ]| Send straight for the Sheriffe, 
041:10,021[A  ]| For he is one too, or would be; 
041:10,022[A  ]| But he drinks no Wine, 
041:10,023[A  ]| Which is a shrewd sign 
041:10,024[A  ]| That all's not so well as it should be.  
041:10,025[A  ]| These three when they drink, 
041:10,026[A  ]| How little do they think 
041:10,027[A  ]| Of Banishment, Debts, or dying?  
041:10,028[A  ]| Not old with their years, 
041:10,029[A  ]| Nor cold with their fears:  
041:10,030[A  ]| But their angry Stars still defying.  
041:10,031[A  ]| Mirth makes them not mad, 
041:10,032[A  ]| Nor Sobriety sad; 
041:10,033[A  ]| But of that they are seldom in danger:  
041:10,034[A  ]| At \Paris\, at \Rome\, 
041:10,035[A  ]| At the \Hague\ they are at home; 
041:10,036[A  ]| The good Fellow is no where a stranger.  
041:11,000['  ]| <AN OCCASIONAL IMITATION OF A> 
041:11,000['  ]| <MODERN AUTHOR UPON THE> 
041:11,000['  ]| <GAME OF CHESS> 
041:11,001[A  ]| A Tablet stood of that abstersive Tree, 
041:11,002[A  ]| Where A*Ethiops swarthy Bird did build her nest, 
041:11,003[A  ]| Inlaid it was with \Lybian\ Ivory, 
041:11,004[A  ]| Drawn from the Jaws of \Africks\ prudent beast.  
041:11,005[A  ]| Two Kings like \Saul\, much Taller then the rest, 
041:11,006[A  ]| Their equal Armies draw into the Field; 
041:11,007[A  ]| Till one take th' other Prisoner they contest; 
041:11,008[A  ]| Courage and Fortune must to Conduct yield.  
041:11,009[A  ]| This game the \Persian Magi\ did invent, 
041:11,010[A  ]| The force of Eastern Wisdom to express; 
041:11,011[A  ]| From thence to busie \Europa*eans\ sent, 
041:11,012[A  ]| And styl'd by \Modern Lombards\ pensive Chess.  
041:11,013[A  ]| Yet some that fled from \Troy\ to \Rome\ report, 
041:11,014[A  ]| \Penthesilea Priam\ did oblige; 
041:11,015[A  ]| Her \Amazons\, his \Trojans\ taught the sport, 
041:11,016[A  ]| To pass the tedious hours of ten years Siege.  
041:11,017[A  ]| There she presents her self, whilst King and Peers 
041:11,018[A  ]| Look gravely on whilst fierce \Bellona\ fights; 
041:11,019[A  ]| Yet Maiden modesty her Motions steers, 
041:11,020[A  ]| Nor rudely skips o're \Bishops\ heads like \Knights\.  
043:12,000['  ]| <THE PROGRESS OF LEARNING> 
041:12,000['  ]| <THE PREFACE> 
041:12,000[A  ]| \My early Mistress, now my Antient Muse,\ 
041:12,000[A  ]| \That strong\ Circa*ean \liquor cease to infuse,\ 
041:12,000[A  ]| \Wherewith thou didst Intoxicate my youth,\ 
041:12,000[A  ]| \Now stoop with dis-inchanted wings to Truth,\ 
041:12,000[A  ]| \As the Doves flight did guide\ A*Eneas, \now\ 
041:12,000[A  ]| \May thine conduct me to the Golden Bough;\ 
041:12,000[A  ]| \Tell (like a Tall Old Oake) how Learning shoots\ 
041:12,000[A  ]| \To Heaven Her Branches, and to Hell her Roots.\ 
041:12,001[A  ]| When God from Earth form'd \Adam\ in the East, 
041:12,002[A  ]| He his own Image on the Clay imprest; 
041:12,003[A  ]| As Subjects then the whole Creation came, 
041:12,004[A  ]| And from their Natures \Adam\ them did Name, 
041:12,005[A  ]| Not from experience, (for the world was new) 
041:12,006[A  ]| He only from their Cause their Natures knew.  
041:12,007[A  ]| Had Memory been lost with Innocence, 
041:12,008[A  ]| We had not known the Sentence nor th' Offence; 
041:12,009[A  ]| 'Twas his chief Punishment to keep in store 
041:12,010[A  ]| The sad remembrance what he was before; 
041:12,011[A  ]| And though th' offending part felt mortal pain, 
041:12,012[A  ]| Th' immortal part, its Knowledg did retain.  
041:12,013[A  ]| After the Flood, Arts to \Chalda*ea\ fell, 
041:12,014[A  ]| The Father of the faithful there did dwell, 
041:12,015[A  ]| Who both their Parent and Instructer was; 
041:12,016[A  ]| From thence did Learning into \A*Egypt\ pass; 
041:12,017[A  ]| \Moses\ in all th' \A*Egyptian\ Arts was skill'd, 
041:12,018[A  ]| When Heavenly power that chosen Vessel fill'd 
041:12,019[A  ]| And we to his High Inspiration owe, 
041:12,020[A  ]| That what was done before the Flood, we know.  
041:12,021[A  ]| From \A*Egypt\ Arts their Progress made to \Greece\, 
041:12,022[A  ]| Wrapt in the Fable of the Golden Fleece.  
041:12,023[A  ]| \Musa*eus\ first, then \Orpheus\ civilize 
041:12,024[A  ]| Mankind, and gave the world their Deities; 
041:12,025[A  ]| To many Gods they taught Devotion, 
041:12,026[A  ]| Which were the distinct faculties of one; 
041:12,027[A  ]| The eternal cause, in their immortal lines 
041:12,028[A  ]| Was taught, and Poets were the first Divines:  
041:12,029[A  ]| God \Moses\ first, then \David\ did inspire, 
041:12,030[A  ]| To compose Anthems for his Heavenly Quire; 
041:12,031[A  ]| To th' one the style of Friend he did impart, 
041:12,032[A  ]| On th' other stampt the likeness of his heart:  
041:12,033[A  ]| And \Moses\, in the Old Original, 
041:12,034[A  ]| Even God the Poet of the world doth call.  
041:12,035[A  ]| Next those old \Greeks, Pythagoras\ did rise, 
041:12,036[A  ]| Then \Socrates\, whom th' Oracle call'd Wise; 
041:12,037[A  ]| The Divine \Plato\ Moral Vertue shows, 
041:12,038[A  ]| Then his Disciple \Aristotle\ rose, 
041:12,039[A  ]| Who Natures secrets to the world did teach, 
041:12,040[A  ]| Yet that great Soul our Novelists impeach; 
041:12,041[A  ]| Too much manuring fill'd that field with weeds, 
041:12,042[A  ]| Whilst Sects, like Locusts, did destroy the seeds; 
041:12,043[A  ]| The tree of Knowledg blasted by disputes, 
041:12,044[A  ]| Produces sapless leaves instead of Fruits; 
041:12,045[A  ]| Proud \Greece\, all Nations else, \Barbarians\ held, 
041:12,046[A  ]| Boasting her learning all the world excell'd.  
041:12,047[A  ]| Flying from thence, to \Italy\ it came, 
041:12,048[A  ]| And to the Realm of \Naples\ gave the Name, 
041:12,049[A  ]| Till both their Nation and their Arts did come 
041:12,050[A  ]| A welcom Trophy to Triumphant \Rome\; 
041:12,051[A  ]| Then wheresoe're her Conquering Eagles fled, 
041:12,052[A  ]| Arts, Learning, and Civility were spread; 
041:12,053[A  ]| And as in this our \Microcosm\, the heart 
041:12,054[A  ]| Heat, Spirit, Motion gives to every part; 
041:12,055[A  ]| So \Rome's\ Victorious influence did disperse 
041:12,056[A  ]| All her own Vertues through the Universe.  
041:12,057[A  ]| Here some digression I must make t'accuse 
041:12,058[A  ]| Thee my forgetful, and ingrateful Muse:  
041:12,059[A  ]| Could'st thou from \Greece\ to \Latium\ take thy flight, 
041:12,060[A  ]| And not to thy great Ancestor do Right?  
041:12,061[A  ]| I can no more believe Old \Homer\ blind 
041:12,062[A  ]| Then those, who say the Sun hath never shin'd; 
041:12,063[A  ]| The age wherein he liv'd, was dark, but he 
041:12,064[A  ]| Could not want sight, who taught the world to see:  
041:12,065[A  ]| They who \Minerva\ from \Joves\ head derive, 
041:12,066[A  ]| Might make Old \Homers\ Skull the Muses Hive; 
041:12,067[A  ]| And from his Brain, that \Helicon\ distil, 
041:12,068[A  ]| Whose Racy Liqour did his off-spring fill.  
041:12,069[A  ]| Nor old \Anacreon, Hesiod, Theocrite\ 
041:12,070[A  ]| Must we forget; nor \Pindar's\ lofty Flight.  
041:12,071[A  ]| Old \Homer's\ soul at last from \Greece\ retir'd; 
041:12,072[A  ]| In \Italy\ the \Mantuan\ Swain inspir'd.  
041:12,073[A  ]| When Great \Augustus\ made wars Tempests cease 
041:12,074[A  ]| His \Halcion\ days brought forth the arts of Peace; 
041:12,075[A  ]| He still in his Tryumphant Chariot shines, 
041:12,076[A  ]| By \Horace\ drawn, and \Virgil's\ mighty lines.  
041:12,077[A  ]| 'Twas certainly mysterious, that the Name 
041:12,078[A  ]| Of Prophets and of Poets is the same; 
041:12,079[A  ]| What the \Tragedian\ wrote, the late success 
041:12,080[A  ]| Declares was Inspiration, and not Guess:  
041:12,081[A  ]| As dark a truth that Author did unfold, 
041:12,082[A  ]| As Oracles, or Prophets e're fore-told:  
041:12,083[A  ]| \At last the Ocean shall unlock the Bound\ 
041:12,084[A  ]| \Of things, and a New World by\ Typhis \found,\ 
041:12,085[A  ]| \Then Ages, far remote shall understand\ 
041:12,086[A  ]| \The\ Isle \of\ Thule \is not the farthest Land.\ 
041:12,087[A  ]| Sure God, by these Discoveries, did design 
041:12,088[A  ]| That his clear Light through all the World should shine, 
041:12,089[A  ]| But the Obstruction from that Discord springs 
041:12,090[A  ]| The Prince of Darkness makes 'twixt Christian Kings; 
041:12,091[A  ]| That peaceful age, with happiness to Crown, 
041:12,092[A  ]| From Heavens the Prince of Peace himself came down.  
041:12,093[A  ]| Then, the true Sun of Knowledg first appear'd, 
041:12,094[A  ]| And the old dark mysterious Clouds were clear'd, 
041:12,095[A  ]| The heavy Cause of th' old accursed Flood 
041:12,096[A  ]| Sunk in the sacred Deluge of his Blood.  
041:12,097[A  ]| His Passion, Man from his first fall, redeem'd; 
041:12,098[A  ]| Once more to Paradise restor'd we seem'd; 
041:12,099[A  ]| Satan himself was bound, till th' Iron chain 
041:12,100[A  ]| Our Pride did break, and him let loose again, 
041:12,101[A  ]| Still the Old Sting remain'd, and Man began 
041:12,102[A  ]| To tempt the Serpent, as He tempted Man; 
041:12,103[A  ]| Then Hell sends forth her Furies, Avarice, Pride, 
041:12,104[A  ]| Fraud, Discord, Force, Hypocrisie their Guide; 
041:12,105[A  ]| Though the Foundation on a Rock were laid, 
041:12,106[A  ]| The Church was undermin'd, and then betray'd; 
041:12,107[A  ]| Though the \Apostles\, these events fore-told, 
041:12,108[A  ]| Yet, even the Shepherd did devour the Fold:  
041:12,109[A  ]| The Fisher to convert the world began, 
041:12,110[A  ]| The Pride convincing of vain-glorious Man; 
041:12,111[A  ]| But soon, his Follower grew a Soveraign Lord, 
041:12,112[A  ]| And \Peter's\ Keys exchang'd for \Peter's\ Sword, 
041:12,113[A  ]| Which still maintains for his adopted Son 
041:12,114[A  ]| Vast Patrimonies, though himself had none; 
041:12,115[A  ]| Wresting the Text, to the old Gyants sense, 
041:12,116[A  ]| That Heaven, once more, must suffer violence.  
041:12,117[A  ]| Then subtle Doctors, Scriptures, made their prize, 
041:12,118[A  ]| Casuists, like Cocks, struck out each others Eyes; 
041:12,119[A  ]| Then dark distinctions, Reasons light disguis'd, 
041:12,120[A  ]| And into Attoms, Truth anatomiz'd.  
041:12,121[A  ]| Then \Mahomets\ Crescent by our fewds encreast, 
041:12,122[A  ]| Blasted the learn'd Remainders of the East:  
041:12,123[A  ]| That project, when from \Greece\ to \Rome\ it came, 
041:12,124[A  ]| Made Mother Ignorance Devotions Dame; 
041:12,125[A  ]| Then, He, whom \Lucifer's\ own Pride did swell, 
041:12,126[A  ]| His faithful Emissary, rose from Hell 
041:12,127[A  ]| To possess \Peter's\ Chair, that \Hildebrand\ 
041:12,128[A  ]| Whose foot on Miters, then on Crowns did stand, 
041:12,129[A  ]| And before that exalted Idol, all 
041:12,130[A  ]| (Whom we call Gods on Earth) did prostrate fall.  
041:12,131[A  ]| Then Darkness, \Europe's\ face did over-spread 
041:12,132[A  ]| From lazy Cells, where superstition bred, 
041:12,133[A  ]| Which, link'd with blind Obedience, so encreast 
041:12,134[A  ]| That the whole world, some ages they opprest; 
041:12,135[A  ]| Till through those Clouds, the Sun of Knowledg brake, 
041:12,136[A  ]| And \Europe\ from her Lethargy did wake:  
041:12,137[A  ]| Then, first our Monarchs were acknowledg'd here 
041:12,138[A  ]| That they, their Churches Nursing-Fathers were.  
041:12,139[A  ]| When \Lucifer\ no longer could advance 
041:12,140[A  ]| His works on the false ground of Ignorance, 
041:12,141[A  ]| New Arts he tries, and new designs he laies, 
041:12,142[A  ]| Then, his well-study'd Master-piece he plays; 
041:12,143[A  ]| \Loyola, Luther, Calvin\ he inspires 
041:12,144[A  ]| And kindles, with infernal Flames, their fires, 
041:12,145[A  ]| Sends their fore-runner (conscious of th' event) 
041:12,146[A  ]| Printing, his most pernicious Instrument:  
041:12,147[A  ]| Wild Controversie then, which long had slept, 
041:12,148[A  ]| Into the Press from ruin'd Cloysters leapt; 
041:12,149[A  ]| No longer by Implicite faith we erre, 
041:12,150[A  ]| Whilst every Man's his own Interpreter; 
041:12,151[A  ]| No more conducted now by \Aarons\ Rod, 
041:12,152[A  ]| Lay-elders, from their Ends, create their God.  
041:12,153[A  ]| But seven wise men, the ancient world did know, 
041:12,154[A  ]| We scarce know seven, who think themselves not so.  
041:12,155[A  ]| When Man learn'd undefil'd Religion, 
041:12,156[A  ]| We were commanded to be all as one; 
041:12,157[A  ]| Fiery disputes, that Union have calcin'd, 
041:12,158[A  ]| Almost as many minds as men we find, 
041:12,159[A  ]| And when that flame finds combustible Earth, 
041:12,160[A  ]| Thence Fatuus fires and Meteors take their birth, 
041:12,161[A  ]| Legions of Sects, and Insects come in throngs; 
041:12,162[A  ]| To name them all, would tire a hundred tongues.  
041:12,163[A  ]| Such were the Centaures of \Ixions\ race 
041:12,164[A  ]| Who, a bright Cloud, for \Juno\, did embrace, 
041:12,165[A  ]| And such the Monsters of \Chyma*era's\ kind, 
041:12,166[A  ]| Lyons before, and Dragons were behind.  
041:12,167[A  ]| Then, from the clashes between Popes and Kings, 
041:12,168[A  ]| Debate, like sparks from Flints collision, springs:  
041:12,169[A  ]| As \Joves\ loud Thunderbolts were forg'd by heat, 
041:12,170[A  ]| The like, our Cyclops, on their Anvils, beat; 
041:12,171[A  ]| All the rich Mines of Learning, ransackt are 
041:12,172[A  ]| To furnish Ammunition for this War:  
041:12,173[A  ]| Uncharitable Zeal our Reason whets, 
041:12,174[A  ]| And double Edges on our Passion sets; 
041:12,175[A  ]| 'Tis the most certain sign, the world's accurst, 
041:12,176[A  ]| That the best things corrupted, are the worst; 
041:12,177[A  ]| 'Twas the corrupted Light of Knowledg, hurl'd 
041:12,178[A  ]| Sin, Death, and Ignorance o're all the world; 
041:12,179[A  ]| That Sun like this, (from which our sight we have) 
041:12,180[A  ]| Gaz'd on too long, resumes the light he gave; 
041:12,181[A  ]| And when thick mists of doubts obscure his beams, 
041:12,182[A  ]| Our Guide is Errour, and our Visions, Dreams; 
041:12,183[A  ]| 'Twas no false Heraldry, when madness drew 
041:12,184[A  ]| Her Pedigree from those, who too much knew; 
041:12,185[A  ]| Who in deep Mines, for hidden Knowledg, toyls, 
041:12,186[A  ]| Like guns o're-charg'd, breaks, misses, or recoyls; 
041:12,187[A  ]| When subtle Wits have spun their thred too fine, 
041:12,188[A  ]| 'Tis weak and fragile like \Arachnes\ line:  
041:12,189[A  ]| True Piety, without cessation tost 
041:12,190[A  ]| By \Theories\, the practick part is lost, 
041:12,191[A  ]| And like a Ball bandy'd 'twixt Pride and Wit, 
041:12,192[A  ]| Rather then yield, both sides the Prize will quit, 
041:12,193[A  ]| Then whilst his foe, each Gladiator foyls, 
041:12,194[A  ]| The Atheist looking on, enjoys the spoyls.  
041:12,195[A  ]| Through Seas of knowledg, we our course advance, 
041:12,196[A  ]| Discovering still new worlds of Ignorance; 
041:12,197[A  ]| And these Discoveries make us all confess 
041:12,198[A  ]| That sublunary Science is but guess, 
041:12,199[A  ]| Matters of fact, to man are only known, 
041:12,200[A  ]| And what seems more, is meer opinion; 
041:12,201[A  ]| The standers by, see clearly this event, 
041:12,202[A  ]| All parties say they're sure, yet all dissent, 
041:12,203[A  ]| With their new Light our bold Inspectors press 
041:12,204[A  ]| Like \Cham\, to shew their Fathers Nakedness, 
041:12,205[A  ]| By whose Example, after-ages may 
041:12,206[A  ]| Discover, we more naked are then they; 
041:12,207[A  ]| All humane wisdom to divine, is folly, 
041:12,208[A  ]| This Truth, the wisest man made melancholy, 
041:12,209[A  ]| Hope, or belief, or guess gives some relief, 
041:12,210[A  ]| But to be sure we are deceiv'd, brings grief; 
041:12,211[A  ]| Who thinks his Wife is Vertuous, though not so, 
041:12,212[A  ]| Is pleas'd, and patient, till the truth he know.  
041:12,213[A  ]| Our God, when Heaven and Earth he did Create, 
041:12,214[A  ]| Form'd Man, who should of both participate, 
041:12,215[A  ]| If our Lives Motions their's must imitate, 
041:12,216[A  ]| Our knowledge, like our blood, must circulate.  
041:12,217[A  ]| When like a Bride-groom from the East, the Sun 
041:12,218[A  ]| Sets forth, he thither, whence he came doth run; 
041:12,219[A  ]| Into Earth's Spungy Veins, the Ocean sinks 
041:12,220[A  ]| Those Rivers to replenish which he drinks; 
041:12,221[A  ]| So Learning which from Reasons Fountain springs, 
041:12,222[A  ]| Back to the sourse, some secret Channel brings.  
041:12,223[A  ]| 'Tis happy when our Streams of Knowledge flow 
041:12,224[A  ]| To fill their banks, but not to overthrow.  
041:12,225[A  ]| \7Ut 7metit 7Autumnus 7fruges 7quas 7parturit 7A*Estas,\ 
041:12,226[A  ]| \7Sic 7Ortum 7Natura, 7dedit 7Deus 7his 7quoq; 7Finem.\ 
041:13,000['  ]| <\TO HIS MISTRESS\> 
041:13,001[A  ]| Go, Love-born Accents of my dying Heart, 
041:13,002[A  ]| Steal into hers, and sweetly there impart 
041:13,003[A  ]| The boundless Love, with which my Soul does swell, 
041:13,004[A  ]| And all my sighs thee in soft Echoes tell:  
041:13,005[A  ]| But if her Heat does yet repugnant prove 
041:13,006[A  ]| To all the Blessings that attend my Love; 
041:13,007[A  ]| Tell her the Flames that animate my Soul, 
041:13,008[A  ]| Are pure, and bright, as those \Prometheus\ stole; 
041:13,009[A  ]| From Heav'n, tho' not like his by theft, they come, 
041:13,010[A  ]| But a free Gift, by the eternal Doom.  
041:13,011[A  ]| How partial, cruel Fair one, are your Laws, 
041:13,012[A  ]| To reward th' Effect, and yet condemn the Cause?  
041:13,013[A  ]| Condemn my Love, and yet commend my Lays, 
041:13,014[A  ]| That merits love more than these merit praise.  
041:13,015[A  ]| Yet I to you my Love and Verse submit, 
041:13,016[A  ]| Without your Smile, that Hope, and these want Wit.  
041:13,017[A  ]| For as some hold no colours are in deed, 
041:13,018[A  ]| But from Reflection of the Light proceed; 
041:13,019[A  ]| So as you shine, my Verse and I must live, 
041:13,020[A  ]| You can Salvation and Damnation give.  
041:14,000['  ]| <\A SPEECH AGAINST PEACE AT THE\> 
041:14,000['  ]| <\CLOSE COMMITTEE\> 
041:14,000['  ]| <To the Tune of, \I went from\ England.> 
041:14,001[A  ]| But will you now to Peace incline, 
041:14,002[A  ]| And languish in the main design, 
041:14,003[A  ]| And leave us in the lurch?  
041:14,004[A  ]| I would not Monarchy destroy, 
041:14,005[A  ]| But as the only way to enjoy 
041:14,006[A  ]| The ruine of the Church.  
041:14,007[A  ]| Is not the Bishop Bill deny'd, 
041:14,008[A  ]| And we still threatned to be try'd?  
041:14,009[A  ]| You see the Kings embraces.  
041:14,010[A  ]| Those Councels he approv'd before:  
041:14,011[A  ]| Nor doth he promise, which is more, 
041:14,012[A  ]| That we shall have their Places.  
041:14,013[A  ]| Did I for this bring in the \Scot\?  
041:14,014[A  ]| (For 'tis no Secret now) the Plot 
041:14,015[A  ]| Was \Sayes\ and mine together:  
041:14,016[A  ]| Did I for this return again, 
041:14,017[A  ]| And spend a Winter there in vain, 
041:14,018[A  ]| Once more to invite them hither?  
041:14,019[A  ]| Though more our Money than our Cause 
041:14,020[A  ]| Their Brotherly assistance draws, 
041:14,021[A  ]| My labour was not lost.  
041:14,022[A  ]| At my return I brought you thence 
041:14,023[A  ]| Necessity, their strong Pretence, 
041:14,024[A  ]| And these shall quit the cost.  
041:14,025[A  ]| Did I for this my County bring 
041:14,026[A  ]| To help their Knight against their King, 
041:14,027[A  ]| And raise the first Sedition?  
041:14,028[A  ]| Though I the business did decline, 
041:14,029[A  ]| Yet I contriv'd the whole Design, 
041:14,030[A  ]| And sent them their Petition.  
041:14,031[A  ]| So many nights spent in the City 
041:14,032[A  ]| In that invisible Committee; 
041:14,033[A  ]| The Wheel that governs all.  
041:14,034[A  ]| From thence the Change in Church and State, 
041:14,035[A  ]| And all the Mischiefs bear the date 
041:14,036[A  ]| From \Haberdashers\ Hall.  
041:14,037[A  ]| Did we force \Ireland\ to despair, 
041:14,038[A  ]| Upon the King to cast the War, 
041:14,039[A  ]| To make the world abhor him:  
041:14,040[A  ]| Because the Rebells us'd his Name, 
041:14,041[A  ]| Though we ourselves can do the same, 
041:14,042[A  ]| While both alike were for him?  
041:14,043[A  ]| Then the same fire we kindled here 
041:14,044[A  ]| With that was given to quench it there, 
041:14,045[A  ]| And wisely lost that Nation:  
041:14,046[A  ]| To do as crafty Beggars use, 
041:14,047[A  ]| To maim themselves thereby to abuse 
041:14,048[A  ]| The simple mans compassion.  
041:14,049[A  ]| Have I so often past between 
041:14,050[A  ]| \Windsor\ and \Westminster\ unseen, 
041:14,051[A  ]| And did my self divide:  
041:14,052[A  ]| To keep this Excellence in awe, 
041:14,053[A  ]| And give the Parliament the Law, 
041:14,054[A  ]| For they knew none beside?  
041:14,055[A  ]| Did I for this take pains to teach 
041:14,056[A  ]| Our zealous Ignorants to Preach, 
041:14,057[A  ]| And did their Lungs inspire, 
041:14,058[A  ]| Gave them their Text, set them their Parts, 
041:14,059[A  ]| And taught them all their little Arts, 
041:14,060[A  ]| To fling abroad the Fire?  
041:14,061[A  ]| Sometimes to beg, sometimes to threaten, 
041:14,062[A  ]| And say the Cavaliers are beaten, 
041:14,063[A  ]| To stroke the Peoples ears; 
041:14,064[A  ]| Then streight when Victory grows cheap, 
041:14,065[A  ]| And will no more advance the heap, 
041:14,066[A  ]| To raise the price of Fears.  
041:14,067[A  ]| And now the Book's and now the Bells, 
041:14,068[A  ]| And now our Acts the Preacher tells, 
041:14,069[A  ]| To edifie the People; 
041:14,070[A  ]| And our Divinity is News, 
041:14,071[A  ]| And we have made of equal use 
041:14,072[A  ]| The Pulpit and the Steeple.  
041:14,073[A  ]| And shall we kindle all this Flame 
041:14,074[A  ]| Only to put it out again, 
041:14,075[A  ]| And must we now give o're, 
041:14,076[A  ]| And only end where we begun?  
041:14,077[A  ]| In vain this Mischief we have done, 
041:14,078[A  ]| If we can do no more.  
041:14,079[A  ]| If men in Peace can have their right, 
041:14,080[A  ]| Where's the necessity to fight, 
041:14,081[A  ]| That breaks both Law, and Oath?  
041:14,082[A  ]| They'l say they fight not for the Cause, 
041:14,083[A  ]| Nor to defend the King and Laws, 
041:14,084[A  ]| But us against them both.  
041:14,085[A  ]| Either the cause at first was ill, 
041:14,086[A  ]| Or being good it is so still; 
041:14,087[A  ]| And thence they will infer, 
041:14,088[A  ]| That either now, or at the first 
041:14,089[A  ]| They were deceiv'd; or which is worst, 
041:14,090[A  ]| That we our selves may erre.  
041:14,091[A  ]| But Plague and Famine will come in, 
041:14,092[A  ]| For they and we are near of kin, 
041:14,093[A  ]| And cannot go asunder:  
041:14,094[A  ]| But while the wicked starve, indeed 
041:14,095[A  ]| The Saints have ready at their need 
041:14,096[A  ]| Gods Providence and Plunder.  
041:14,097[A  ]| Princes we are if we prevail, 
041:14,098[A  ]| And Gallant Villains if we fail, 
041:14,099[A  ]| When to our Fame 'tis told; 
041:14,100[A  ]| It will not be our least of praise, 
041:14,101[A  ]| Sin' a new State we could not raise, 
041:14,102[A  ]| To have destroy'd the old.  
041:14,103[A  ]| Then let us stay and fight, and vote, 
041:14,104[A  ]| Till \London\ is not worth a Groat; 
041:14,105[A  ]| Oh 'tis a patient Beast!  
041:14,106[A  ]| When we have gall'd and tyr'd the Mule, 
041:14,107[A  ]| And can no longer have the rule, 
041:14,108[A  ]| We'le have the spoyl at least.  
041:15,000['  ]| <\TO THE FIVE MEMBERS OF THE HONOURABLE\> 
041:15,000['  ]| <\HOUSE OF COMMONS.\> 
041:15,000['  ]| <\THE HUMBLE PETITION OF THE POETS\> 
041:15,001[A  ]| After so many concurring Petitions 
041:15,002[A  ]| From all Ages and Sexes, and all conditions, 
041:15,003[A  ]| We come in the rear to present our Follies 
041:15,004[A  ]| To \Pym, Stroude, Heaslerig, H%\ and \H%\ 
041:15,005[A  ]| Though set form of \Prayer\ be an \Abomination\, 
041:15,006[A  ]| Set forms of \Petitions\ find great Approbation:  
041:15,007[A  ]| Therefore, as others from th' bottom of their souls, 
041:15,008[A  ]| So we from the depth and bottom of our \Bowls\, 
041:15,009[A  ]| According unto the blessed form you have taught us, 
041:15,010[A  ]| We thank you first for the \Ills\ you have brought us, 
041:15,011[A  ]| For the \Good\ we receive we thank him that gave it, 
041:15,012[A  ]| And you for the Confidence only to crave it.  
041:15,013[A  ]| Next in course, we Complain of the great \violation\ 
041:15,014[A  ]| Of \Priviledge\ (like the rest of our Nation) 
041:15,015[A  ]| But 'tis none of yours of which we have spoken 
041:15,016[A  ]| Which never had being, until they were broken:  
041:15,017[A  ]| But ours is a \Priviledge\ Antient and Native, 
041:15,018[A  ]| Hangs not on an \Ordinance\, or power \Legislative\.  
041:15,019[A  ]| And first, 'tis to speak whatever we please 
041:15,020[A  ]| Without fear of a \Prison\, or \Pursuivants\ fees.  
041:15,021[A  ]| Next, that we only may \lye\ by Authority, 
041:15,022[A  ]| But in that also you have got the Priority.  
041:15,023[A  ]| Next, an old Custom, our Fathers did name it 
041:15,024[A  ]| \Poetical license\, and alwaies did claim it.  
041:15,025[A  ]| By this we have power to change Age into Youth, 
041:15,026[A  ]| Turn \Non-sence\ to Sence, and Falshood to Truth; 
041:15,027[A  ]| In brief, to make good whatsoever is faulty, 
041:15,028[A  ]| This art some \Poet\, or the \Devil\ has taught ye:  
041:15,029[A  ]| And this our Property you have invaded, 
041:15,030[A  ]| And a \Priviledge\ of both Houses have made it:  
041:15,031[A  ]| But that trust above all in Poets reposed, 
041:15,032[A  ]| That \Kings\ by them only are made and Deposed, 
041:15,033[A  ]| This though you cannot do, yet you are willing; 
041:15,034[A  ]| But when we undertake Deposing or Killing, 
041:15,035[A  ]| They're \Tyrants\ and \Monsters\, and yet then the Poet 
041:15,036[A  ]| Takes full Revenge on the Villains that do it:  
041:15,037[A  ]| And when we resume a \Scepter\ or a \Crown\, 
041:15,038[A  ]| We are Modest, and seek not to make it our own.  
041:15,039[A  ]| But is't not presumption to write Verses to you, 
041:15,040[A  ]| Who make the better \Poems\ of the two?  
041:15,041[A  ]| For all those pretty Knacks you compose, 
041:15,042[A  ]| Alas, what are they but \Poems\ in prose?  
041:15,043[A  ]| And between those and ours there's no difference, 
041:15,044[A  ]| But that yours want the rhime, the wit and the sense:  
041:15,045[A  ]| But for lying (the most noble part of a \Poet\) 
041:15,046[A  ]| You have it abundantly, and your selves know it, 
041:15,047[A  ]| And though you are modest, and seem to abhor it, 
041:15,048[A  ]| 'T  has done you good service, and thank \Hell\ for it:  
041:15,049[A  ]| Although the old Maxime remains still in force, 
041:15,050[A  ]| That a Sanctified Cause, must have a Sanctified Course.  
041:15,051[A  ]| If poverty be a part of our Trade, 
041:15,052[A  ]| So far the whole Kingdom \Poets\ you have made, 
041:15,053[A  ]| Nay even so far as undoing will do it, 
041:15,054[A  ]| You have made \King*Charles\ himself a Poet:  
041:15,055[A  ]| But provoke not his Muse, for all the world knows, 
041:15,056[A  ]| Already you have had too much of his \Prose\.  
041:16,000['  ]| <\A WESTERN WONDER\> 
041:16,001[A  ]| Do you know, not a fortnight ago, 
041:16,002[A  ]| How they brag'd of a Western wonder?  
041:16,003[A  ]| When a hundred and ten, slew five thousand men, 
041:16,004[A  ]| With the help of Lightning and Thunder.  
041:16,005[A  ]| There \Hopton\ was slain, again and again, 
041:16,006[A  ]| Or else my Author did lye; 
041:16,007[A  ]| With a new \Thanksgiving\, for the Dead who are living, 
041:16,008[A  ]| To God, and his Servant \Chidleigh\.  
041:16,009[A  ]| But now on which side was this Miracle try'd, 
041:16,010[A  ]| I hope we at last are even; 
041:16,011[A  ]| For \Sir*Ralph\ and his Knaves, are risen from their Graves, 
041:16,012[A  ]| To Cudgel the Clowns of \Devon\.  
041:16,013[A  ]| And there \Stamford\ came, for his Honour was lame 
041:16,014[A  ]| Of the Gout three months together; 
041:16,015[A  ]| But it prov'd when they fought, but a running Gout, 
041:16,016[A  ]| For his heels were lighter then ever.  
041:16,017[A  ]| For now he out-runs his Arms and his Guns, 
041:16,018[A  ]| And leaves all his money behind him; 
041:16,019[A  ]| But they follow after, unless he take water 
041:16,020[A  ]| At \Plymouth\ again, they will find him.  
041:16,021[A  ]| What \Reading\ hath cost, and \Stamford\ hath lost, 
041:16,022[A  ]| Goes deep in the Sequestrations; 
041:16,023[A  ]| These wounds will not heal, with your new Great Seal, 
041:16,024[A  ]| Nor \Jepsons\ Declarations.  
041:16,025[A  ]| Now \Peters\, and \Case\, in our Prayer and Grace 
041:16,026[A  ]| Remember the new \Thanksgiving\; 
041:16,027[A  ]| \Isaac\ and his Wife, now dig for your life, 
041:16,028[A  ]| Or shortly you'l dig for your living.  
041:17,000['  ]| <\A SECOND WESTERN WONDER\> 
041:17,001[A  ]| You heard of that wonder, of the \Lightning\ and \Thunder\, 
041:17,002[A  ]| Which made the lye so much the louder; 
041:17,003[A  ]| Now list to another, that Miracles Brother, 
041:17,004[A  ]| Which was done with a \Firkin of powder\.  
041:17,005[A  ]| Oh what a damp, it struck through the Camp!  
041:17,006[A  ]| But as for honest \Sir*Ralph\, 
041:17,007[A  ]| It blew him to the \Vies\, without beard, or eyes, 
041:17,008[A  ]| But at least three heads and a half.  
041:17,009[A  ]| When out came the book, which the \News-Monger\ took 
041:17,010[A  ]| From the \Preaching Ladies\ Letter, 
041:17,011[A  ]| Where in the first place, stood the \Conquerours\ face, 
041:17,012[A  ]| Which made it shew much the better.  
041:17,013[A  ]| But now without lying, you may pain him flying, 
041:17,014[A  ]| At \Bristol\ they say you may find him 
041:17,015[A  ]| Great \William\ the \Con\ so fast he did run, 
041:17,016[A  ]| That he left half his name behind him.  
041:17,017[A  ]| And now came the Post, saves all that was lost, 
041:17,018[A  ]| But alas, we are past deceiving, 
041:17,019[A  ]| By a trick so stale, or else such a tale 
041:17,020[A  ]| Might amount to a new \Thanksgiving\.  
041:17,021[A  ]| This made \Mr%*Case\, with a pitiful face, 
041:17,022[A  ]| In the Pulpit to fall a weeping, 
041:17,023[A  ]| Though his mouth utter'd \lyes, truth\ fell from his eyes, 
041:17,024[A  ]| Which kept the \Lord*Maior\ from sleeping.  
041:17,025[A  ]| Now shut up shops, and spend your last drops, 
041:17,026[A  ]| For the Laws not your Cause, you that loath 'um, 
041:17,027[A  ]| Lest \Essex\ should start, and play the \Second part\, 
041:17,027[A  ]| Of \Worshipful Sir*John*Hotham\.  
041:18,000['  ]| <\VERSES ON THE CAVALIERS IMPRISONED\> 
041:18,000['  ]| <\IN 1655\> 
041:18,001[A  ]| Though the goveringe part cannot finde in their heart 
041:18,002[A  ]| To free the Imprisoned throng, 
041:18,003[A  ]| Yett I dare affirme, next Michaelmas terme 
041:18,004[A  ]| Wee'l sett them all out in a Song.  
041:18,005[A  ]| Then Marshall draw neare lett the Prisoners appeare 
041:18,006[A  ]| And read us theyre treasons at large, 
041:18,007[A  ]| For men thinke itt hard to lye under a Guard 
041:18,008[A  ]| Without any probable Chardge.  
041:18,009[A  ]| Lord*Peter wee wonder, what Crime hee fals under, 
041:18,010[A  ]| Unles it bee 7Legem*pone; 
041:18,011[A  ]| Hee has ended the Strife, betwixt hym and his wife, 
041:18,012[A  ]| But now the State wants Alimonie.  
041:18,013[A  ]| Since the whip's in the hand of an other Command, 
041:18,014[A  ]| Lord*Maynard must have a smart jerke, 
041:18,015[A  ]| For the love that hee beares to the new Cavaliers, 
041:18,016[A  ]| The Presbetrye, and the Kirke.  
041:18,017[A  ]| Lord*Coventry's in, but for what Loyall Synne, 
041:18,018[A  ]| His fellows can hardly gather, 
041:18,019[A  ]| Yett hee ought to disburse, for the Seale and the Purse 
041:18,020[A  ]| Which were soe long kept by his father.  
041:18,021[A  ]| Lord*Biron wee know was accus'd of a Bow 
041:18,022[A  ]| Or of some other dangerous Plott 
041:18,023[A  ]| But hee's noe such foole, for then (by the rule) 
041:18,024[A  ]| His Bolt had bynne sooner shott.  
041:18,025[A  ]| Lord*Lucas is fast, and will bee the Last 
041:18,026[A  ]| Because hee's soe learned a Peere.  
041:18,027[A  ]| His Law will not doe't nor his Logicke to boot, 
041:18,028[A  ]| Though hee make the cause never so cleare.  
041:18,029[A  ]| Lord*St*Johns indeed was presently freed 
041:18,030[A  ]| For which hee may thanke his wife, 
041:18,031[A  ]| Shee did promise and vow hee was innocent now 
041:18,032[A  ]| And would be soe all his life.  
041:18,033[A  ]| There's dainty Jack*Russell, that makes a great bustle 
041:18,034[A  ]| And bledd three tymes in a day; 
041:18,035[A  ]| But a Caulier swore that hee was to bleed more 
041:18,036[A  ]| Before hee gott cleare away.  
041:18,037[A  ]| Sir*Fredericke*Cornwallis, without any malice 
041:18,038[A  ]| Who carryes more gutts then crimes, 
041:18,039[A  ]| Has the fortune to hitt, and bee counted a witt, 
041:18,040[A  ]| Which hee could not in former tymes.  
041:18,041[A  ]| Ned*Progers looks pale, but what does hee ayle?  
041:18,042[A  ]| (For hee dyets with that fatt Drolle.) 
041:18,043[A  ]| Hee must dwindle at length, that spends all his strength 
041:18,044[A  ]| Att the grill and the litle hole.  
041:18,045[A  ]| Wee prisoners all pray, that brave Shirley may 
041:18,046[A  ]| Bee gently assest in your books, 
041:18,047[A  ]| Cause under the line, hee has payd a good fine 
041:18,048[A  ]| To the poore Common-wealth of the Rooks.  
041:18,049[A  ]| Dicke*Nicols (they say) and Littleton stay 
041:18,050[A  ]| For the Governour's owne delight; 
041:18,051[A  ]| One serves hym with play, att Tennis by day, 
041:18,052[A  ]| And the other with smoaking at night.  
041:18,053[A  ]| Jacke*Paston was quitt, by his hand underwritt, 
041:18,054[A  ]| But his freedome hee hardly enjoyed, 
041:18,055[A  ]| For as it is sayd, hee drunke hymselfe dead 
041:18,056[A  ]| On purpose to make his bond voyde.  
041:18,057[A  ]| Tom*Panton wee thinke, is ready to sinke 
041:18,058[A  ]| If his friends doe not lend theyr hands; 
041:18,059[A  ]| Still lower hee goes, and all men suppose 
041:18,060[A  ]| Bee swallow'd up in the quicke sands.  
041:18,061[A  ]| For the rest nott here nam'd I would not bee blam'd, 
041:18,062[A  ]| As if they were scorn'd by our Lyricke, 
041:18,063[A  ]| For Waller intends to use them as ends 
041:18,064[A  ]| To patch up his next Panegyrick.  
041:18,065[A  ]| And now to conclude, I would not bee rude, 
041:18,066[A  ]| Nor presse into Reason of State, 
041:18,067[A  ]| But surely some cause besydes the knowne laws 
041:18,068[A  ]| Has brought us unto this sad fate.  
041:18,069[A  ]| Must wee pay the faults, of our Argonauts, 
041:18,070[A  ]| And suffer for other men's synns?  
041:18,071[A  ]| Cause like sylly Geese they have mist of the fleece 
041:18,072[A  ]| Poor Prisoners are shorne to their skyns.  
041:18,073[A  ]| Jaymaica relations soe tickle the nations, 
041:18,074[A  ]| And Venables looks soe sullen 
041:18,075[A  ]| That everyone cryes the designe was as wise 
041:18,076[A  ]| As those that are fram'd att Cullen.  
041:18,077[A  ]| Lett them turne but our Taxe into paper and waxe 
041:18,078[A  ]| (As some able men have endeavour'd) 
041:18,079[A  ]| And wee shall not stand for notes of our hand; 
041:18,080[A  ]| They're sealed, and wee are delivered.  
041:18,081[A  ]| Yett the Bonds they exact, destroy their own Act 
041:18,082[A  ]| Of pardon, which all men extoll.  
041:18,083[A  ]| Wee thought wee should bee, good subjects and free, 
041:18,084[A  ]| But now wee are Bondmen to Noll.  
041:19,000['  ]| <\ON MR% \JOHN FLETCHERS \WORKS\> 
041:19,001[A  ]| So shall we joy, when all whom Beasts and Worms 
041:19,002[A  ]| Had turn'd to their own substances and forms, 
041:19,003[A  ]| Whom Earth to Earth, or Fire hath chang'd to Fire, 
041:19,004[A  ]| We shall behold more then at first entire; 
041:19,005[A  ]| As now we do, to see all thine thy own 
041:19,006[A  ]| In this thy Muses Resurrection, 
041:19,007[A  ]| Whose scatter'd parts, from thy own race, more wounds 
041:19,008[A  ]| Hath suffer'd then \Acteon\ from his Hounds; 
041:19,009[A  ]| Which first their Brains, and then their Bellies fed, 
041:19,010[A  ]| And from their excrements new Poets bred.  
041:19,011[A  ]| But now thy Muse enraged from her Urn 
041:19,012[A  ]| Like Ghosts of Murdered bodies does return 
041:19,013[A  ]| T'accuse the Murderers, to right the Stage, 
041:19,014[A  ]| And undeceive the long abused Age, 
041:19,015[A  ]| Which casts thy praise on them, to whom thy wit 
041:19,016[A  ]| Gives not more Gold then they give dross to it:  
041:19,017[A  ]| Who not content like Felons to Purloyn, 
041:19,018[A  ]| Adde treason to it, and debase thy Coyn.  
041:19,019[A  ]| But whither am I straid?  I need not raise 
041:19,020[A  ]| Trophies to thee from other mens dispraise; 
041:19,021[A  ]| Nor is thy Fame on lesser ruines built, 
041:19,022[A  ]| Nor needs thy juster Title the foul guilt 
041:19,023[A  ]| Of Eastern Kings, who to secure their reign, 
041:19,024[A  ]| Must have their Brothers, Sons, and Kindred slain.  
041:19,025[A  ]| Then was wits Empire at the Fatal height, 
041:19,026[A  ]| When labouring and sinking with its weight, 
041:19,027[A  ]| From thence a Thousand lesser Poets sprung 
041:19,028[A  ]| Like petty Princes from  the fall of \Rome\; 
041:19,029[A  ]| When \Johnson, Shakespear\, and thy self did sit, 
041:19,030[A  ]| And sway'd in the triumvirate of wit ~~ 
041:19,031[A  ]| Yet what from \Johnson's\ oyl and sweat did flow, 
041:19,032[A  ]| Or what more easie Nature did bestow 
041:19,033[A  ]| On \Shakespear's\ gentler Muse, in thee full grown 
041:19,034[A  ]| Their graces both appear, yet so, that none 
041:19,035[A  ]| Can say here Nature ends, and Art begins, 
041:19,036[A  ]| But mixt like th' Elements and born like twins, 
041:19,037[A  ]| So interweav'd, so like, so much the same, 
041:19,038[A  ]| None, this meer Nature, that meer Art can name:  
041:19,039[A  ]| 'Twas this the Antients mean't; Nature and Skill 
041:19,040[A  ]| Are the two tops of their \Parnassus\ Hill.  
041:20,000['  ]| <\TO SIR\ RICHARD FANSHAW \UPON HIS\> 
041:20,000['  ]| <\TRANSLATION OF\ PASTOR FIDO> 
041:20,001[A  ]| Such is our Pride, our Folly, or our Fate, 
041:20,002[A  ]| That few but such as cannot write, Translate.  
041:20,003[A  ]| But what in them is want of Art, or voice, 
041:20,004[A  ]| In thee is either Modesty or Choice.  
041:20,005[A  ]| Whiles this great piece, restor'd by thee doth stand 
041:20,006[A  ]| Free from the blemish of an Artless hand.  
041:20,007[A  ]| Secure of Fame, thou justly dost esteem 
041:20,008[A  ]| Less honour to create, than to redeem.  
041:20,009[A  ]| Nor ought a Genius less than his that writ, 
041:20,010[A  ]| Attempt Translation; for transplanted wit, 
041:20,011[A  ]| All the defects of air and soil doth share, 
041:20,012[A  ]| And colder brains like colder Climates are:  
041:20,013[A  ]| In vain they toil, since nothing can beget 
041:20,014[A  ]| A vital spirit, but a vital heat.  
041:20,015[A  ]| That servile path thou nobly dost decline 
041:20,016[A  ]| Of tracing word by word, and line by line.  
041:20,017[A  ]| Those are the labour'd births of slavish brains, 
041:20,018[A  ]| Not the effects of Poetry, by pains; 
041:20,019[A  ]| Cheap vulgar arts, whose narrowness affords 
041:20,020[A  ]| No flight for thoughts, but poorly sticks at words.  
041:20,021[A  ]| A new and nobler way thou dost pursue 
041:20,022[A  ]| To make Translations and Translators too.  
041:20,023[A  ]| They but preserve the Ashes, thou the Flame, 
041:20,024[A  ]| True to his sense, but truer to his fame.  
041:20,025[A  ]| Foording his current, where thou find'st it low 
041:20,026[A  ]| Let'st in thine own to make it rise and flow; 
041:20,027[A  ]| Wisely restoring whatsoever grace 
041:20,028[A  ]| It lost by change of Times, or Tongues, or Place.  
041:20,029[A  ]| Nor fetter'd to his Numbers, and his Times, 
041:20,030[A  ]| Betray'st his Musick to unhappy Rimes, 
041:20,031[A  ]| Nor are the nerves of his compacted strength 
041:20,032[A  ]| Stretch'd and dissolv'd into unsinnewed length:  
041:20,033[A  ]| Yet after all, (lest we should think it thine) 
041:20,034[A  ]| Thy spirit to his circle dost confine.  
041:20,035[A  ]| New names, new dressings, and the modern cast, 
041:20,036[A  ]| Some Scenes some persons alter'd, had out-fac'd 
041:20,037[A  ]| The world, it were thy work; for we have known 
041:20,038[A  ]| Some thank't and prais'd for what was less their own.  
041:20,039[A  ]| That Masters hand which to the life can trace 
041:20,040[A  ]| The airs, the lines, and features of a face, 
041:20,041[A  ]| May with a free and bolder stroke express 
041:20,042[A  ]| A varyed posture, or a flatt'ring Dress; 
041:20,043[A  ]| He could have made those like, who made the rest, 
041:20,044[A  ]| But that he knew his own design was best.  
041:21,000['  ]| <\AN ELEGIE UPON THE DEATH OF THE\> 
041:21,000['  ]| <LORD HASTINGS> 
041:21,001[A  ]| Reader, preserve thy peace:  those busie eyes 
041:21,002[A  ]| Will weep at their own sad Discoveries; 
041:21,003[A  ]| When every line they adde, improves thy loss, 
041:21,004[A  ]| Till having view'd the whole, they sum a Cross, 
041:21,005[A  ]| Such as derides thy Passions best relief, 
041:21,006[A  ]| And scorns the succours of thy easie Grief.  
041:21,007[A  ]| Yet lest thy Ignorance betray thy name 
041:21,008[A  ]| Of Man and Pious; read, and mourn:  the shame 
041:21,009[A  ]| Of an exemption from just sense, doth show 
041:21,010[A  ]| Irrational, beyond excessive Wo.  
041:21,011[A  ]| Since Reason then can priviledge a Tear, 
041:21,012[A  ]| Manhood, uncensur'd, pay that Tribute here 
041:21,013[A  ]| Upon this Noble Urn.  Here, here remains 
041:21,014[A  ]| Dust far more precious then in \India's\ veins:  
041:21,015[A  ]| Within these cold embraces ravisht lies 
041:21,016[A  ]| That which compleats the Ages Tyrannies; 
041:21,017[A  ]| Who weak to such another Ill appear:  
041:21,018[A  ]| For, what destroys our Hope, secures our Fear.  
041:21,019[A  ]| What Sin unexpiated in this Land 
041:21,020[A  ]| Of Groans, hath guided so severe a hand?  
041:21,021[A  ]| The late Great Victim that your Altars knew, 
041:21,022[A  ]| You angry gods, might have excus'd this new 
041:21,023[A  ]| Oblation; and have spar'd one lofty Light 
041:21,024[A  ]| Of Vertue, to inform our steps aright:  
041:21,025[A  ]| By whose Example good, condemned we 
041:21,026[A  ]| Might have run on to kinder Destiny.  
041:21,027[A  ]| But as the Leader of the Herd fell first, 
041:21,028[A  ]| A Sacrifice to quench the raging thirst 
041:21,029[A  ]| Of inflam'd Vengeance for past Crimes:  so none 
041:21,030[A  ]| But this white fatte Youngling could atone, 
041:21,031[A  ]| By his untimely Fate, that impious Stroke 
041:21,032[A  ]| That sullied Earth, and did Heaven's pity choke.  
041:21,033[A  ]| Let it suffice for us, that we have lost, 
041:21,034[A  ]| In Him, more then the widow'd World can boast 
041:21,035[A  ]| In any lump of her remaining Clay.  
041:21,036[A  ]| Fair as the grey-ey'd Morn, He was:  the Day, 
041:21,037[A  ]| Youthful, and climbing upwards still, imparts 
041:21,038[A  ]| No haste like that of his increasing Parts:  
041:21,039[A  ]| Like the Meridian-beam, his Vertues light 
041:21,040[A  ]| Was seen; as full of comfort, and as bright.  
041:21,041[A  ]| Ah that that Noon had been as fix'd as clear!  But He, 
041:21,042[A  ]| That onely wanted Immortality 
041:21,043[A  ]| To make him perfect, now submits to night; 
041:21,044[A  ]| In the black bosom of whose sable Spight, 
041:21,045[A  ]| He leaves a cloud of Flesh behinde, and flies, 
041:21,046[A  ]| Refin'd, all Ray and Glory, to the Skies.  
041:21,047[A  ]| Great \saint\ shine there in an eternal Sphere, 
041:21,048[A  ]| And tell those Powers to whom thou now drawst neer, 
041:21,049[A  ]| That by our trembling Sense, in \Hastings\ dead, 
041:21,050[A  ]| Their Anger, and our ugly Faults, are read:  
041:21,051[A  ]| The short lines of whose Life did to our eyes, 
041:21,052[A  ]| Their Love and Majestie epitomize.  
041:21,053[A  ]| Tell them whose stern Decrees impose our Laws, 
041:21,054[A  ]| The feasted Grave may close her hollow Jaws.  
041:21,055[A  ]| Though Sin search Nature, to provide her here 
041:21,056[A  ]| A second Entertainment half so dear; 
041:21,057[A  ]| She'll never meet a Plenty like this Herse, 
041:21,058[A  ]| Till Time present her with the Universe.  
041:22,000['  ]| <A PANEGYRICK \ON\ HIS EXCELLENCY,> 
041:22,000['  ]| <THE LORD GENERAL GEORGE MONCK> 
041:22,001[A  ]| If \England's\ bleeding story may transmit 
041:22,002[A  ]| One Renown'd Name to Time, Yours must be it:  
041:22,003[A  ]| Who with such Art dost heal, that we resound, 
041:22,004[A  ]| Next to our Cure, the glory of our Wound.  
041:22,005[A  ]| Thou sav'st three shatter'd KINGDOMS gasping Life, 
041:22,006[A  ]| Yet from our desperate Gangrene keep'st thy Knife.  
041:22,007[A  ]| And though each searching Weapon rallied stand, 
041:22,008[A  ]| And all Fates keen Artillery wait at hand:  
041:22,009[A  ]| Thou curb'st those Terrors from inflicting harms; 
041:22,010[A  ]| Swords are Thy Instruments, but not Thy Armes.  
041:22,011[A  ]| Thou with Thy Pause and Treaty rout'st Thy Foes; 
041:22,012[A  ]| And Thy tame Conference a Conquest growes.  
041:22,013[A  ]| With the Great \Fabius\ then advance Thy Bayes, 
041:22,014[A  ]| Who sinking \Rome\ restor'd by wise Delayes.  
041:22,015[A  ]| Let other victors count their Dead, and lay 
041:22,016[A  ]| Sad Wreaths of conscious Lawrel, where they slay, 
041:22,017[A  ]| Whilest thou alone Dry Trophies dost assume; 
041:22,018[A  ]| They know to Kill, but Thou to Overcome.  
041:22,019[A  ]| Hence, though some foming spleens and working hates 
041:22,020[A  ]| Make Thee the \Sampson\ to our Cities Gates; 
041:22,021[A  ]| At length Thou introducest cooler Votes, 
041:22,022[A  ]| To be the temper to impetuous Throats.  
041:22,023[A  ]| Choosing that safe Sobriety of thy way, 
041:22,024[A  ]| Not to Eject their fury, but Allay.  
041:22,025[A  ]| With like inspired Prudence didst Thou guide 
041:22,026[A  ]| Thy doubtful Answers, when their fears apply'd 
041:22,027[A  ]| Their subt'lest Emissaries to disclose, 
041:22,028[A  ]| Which strugling Cause thy Courage would oppose.  
041:22,029[A  ]| When though Thy innocent brest resolved stood 
041:22,030[A  ]| The steady Bulwark of the General Good; 
041:22,031[A  ]| Thy then unripe Affairs left them such scope, 
041:22,032[A  ]| That who deserv'd no help, might still have hope.  
041:22,033[A  ]| The Superstitious thus return'd of old 
041:22,034[A  ]| From their consulted Oracles, that unfold 
041:22,035[A  ]| Two-handed Fates, which when they false appear, 
041:22,036[A  ]| \Delphos\ spoke true, false the Interpreter.  
041:22,037[A  ]| \Apollo's\ awful Tripos would not lye, 
041:22,038[A  ]| Yet the Receivers sense might mis-apply.  
041:22,039[A  ]| So thy Consultors from their proud hopes fell:  
041:22,040[A  ]| They gave Delusion, Thou gav'st Oracle.  
041:22,041[A  ]| Hence secret trains and snares Thy steps pursue; 
041:22,042[A  ]| So dangerous 'mongst the False 'tis to be True.  
041:22,043[A  ]| Return, Return!  and shroud Thy envy'd Name, 
041:22,044[A  ]| In those glad Roofs thy sole Arms skreen'd from flame.  
041:22,045[A  ]| Thus threatned \TROY\ no stronger Fortress seeks 
041:22,046[A  ]| Than her \Palladium\, 'gainst the trecherous \Greeks\.  
041:22,047[A  ]| And that \Palladium\ ne'er was seen no more, 
041:22,048[A  ]| When once by Rapine from the Temple tore.  
041:22,049[A  ]| What she to \Troy, Troy\ did to her become, 
041:22,050[A  ]| And was the \Pallas\ to \Palladium\.  
041:22,051[A  ]| Thence did their mutual Protections start; 
041:22,052[A  ]| Together both, neither were safe apart.  
041:22,053[A  ]| So Thou without Us safe canst hardly be, 
041:22,054[A  ]| And we despise all safety without Thee.  
041:22,055[A  ]| Return, Return!  Enshrine Thy Glories here; 
041:22,056[A  ]| Thou, whom both Seas and Shore do love and fear.  
041:22,057[A  ]| 'Midst Triumphs great, like those, Thy Valor stood, 
041:22,058[A  ]| Whilst \Hollands\ faithless Gore did stain the Floud:  
041:22,059[A  ]| When Thy bold Shot made their proud Vessels creep, 
041:22,060[A  ]| And cleanse their guilty Navie in the Deep.  
041:22,061[A  ]| Let Land and Waters yet thy Deeds proclaime, 
041:22,062[A  ]| Till Nature mints more Elements for Thy FAME.  
041:23,000['  ]| <ON MR ABRAHAM COWLEY> 
041:23,000['  ]| <\HIS DEATH AND BURIAL AMONGST THE ANCIENT POETS\> 
041:23,001[A  ]| Old \Chaucer\, like the morning Star, 
041:23,002[A  ]| To us discovers day from far, 
041:23,003[A  ]| His light those Mists and Clouds dissolv'd, 
041:23,004[A  ]| Which our dark Nation long involv'd; 
041:23,005[A  ]| But he descending to the shades, 
041:23,006[A  ]| Darkness again the Age invades.  
041:23,007[A  ]| Next (like \Aurora\) \Spencer\ rose, 
041:23,008[A  ]| Whose purple blush the day foreshows; 
041:23,009[A  ]| The other three, with his own fires, 
041:23,010[A  ]| \Pho*ebus\, the Poets God, inspires; 
041:23,011[A  ]| By \Shakespear's, Johnson's, Fletcher's\ lines, 
041:23,012[A  ]| Our Stages lustre \Rome's\ outshines:  
041:23,013[A  ]| These Poets neer our Princes sleep, 
041:23,014[A  ]| And in one Grave their Mansion keep; 
041:23,015[A  ]| They liv'd to see so many days, 
041:23,016[A  ]| Till time had blasted all their Bays:  
041:23,017[A  ]| But cursed be the fatal hour 
041:23,018[A  ]| That pluckt the fairest, sweetest flower 
041:23,019[A  ]| That in the Muses Garden grew, 
041:23,020[A  ]| And amongst wither'd Lawrels threw.  
041:23,021[A  ]| Time, which made them their Fame outlive, 
041:23,022[A  ]| To \Cowly\ scarce did ripeness give.  
041:23,023[A  ]| Old Mother Wit, and Nature gave 
041:23,024[A  ]| \Shakespear\ and \Fletcher\ all they have; 
041:23,025[A  ]| In \Spencer\, and in \Johnson\, Art, 
041:23,026[A  ]| Of slower Nature got the start; 
041:23,027[A  ]| But both in him so equal are, 
041:23,028[A  ]| None knows which bears the happy'st share; 
041:23,029[A  ]| To him no Author was unknown, 
041:23,030[A  ]| Yet what he wrote was all his own; 
041:23,031[A  ]| He melted not the ancient Gold, 
041:23,032[A  ]| Nor with \Ben*Johnson\ did make bold 
041:23,033[A  ]| To plunder all the \Roman\ stores 
041:23,034[A  ]| Of Poets, and of Orators:  
041:23,035[A  ]| \Horace\ his wit, and \Virgil's\ state, 
041:23,036[A  ]| He did not steal, but emulate, 
041:23,037[A  ]| And when he would like them appear, 
041:23,038[A  ]| Their Garb, but not their Cloaths, did wear:  
041:23,039[A  ]| He not from \Rome\ alone, but \Greece\, 
041:23,040[A  ]| Like \Jason\ brought the Golden Fleece; 
041:23,041[A  ]| To him that Language (though to none 
041:23,042[A  ]| Of th' others) as his own was known.  
041:23,043[A  ]| On a stiff gale (as \Flaccus\ sings) 
041:23,044[A  ]| The \Theban\ Swan extends his wings, 
041:23,045[A  ]| When through th' a*etherial Clouds he flies, 
041:23,046[A  ]| To the same pitch our Swan doth rise; 
041:23,047[A  ]| Old \Pindar's\ flights by him are reacht, 
041:23,048[A  ]| When on that gale his wings are stretcht; 
041:23,049[A  ]| His fancy and his judgment such, 
041:23,050[A  ]| Each to the other seem'd too much, 
041:23,051[A  ]| His severe judgment (giving Law) 
041:23,052[A  ]| His modest fancy kept in awe:  
041:23,053[A  ]| As rigid Husbands jealous are, 
041:23,054[A  ]| When they believe their Wives too fair.  
041:23,055[A  ]| His English stream so pure did flow, 
041:23,056[A  ]| As all that saw, and tasted, know.  
041:23,057[A  ]| But for his Latin vein, so clear, 
041:23,058[A  ]| Strong, full, and high it doth appear, 
041:23,059[A  ]| That were immortal \Virgil\ here, 
041:23,060[A  ]| Him, for his judge, he would not fear; 
041:23,061[A  ]| Of that great Portraicture, so true 
041:23,062[A  ]| A Copy Pencil never drew.  
041:23,063[A  ]| My Muse her Song had ended here, 
041:23,064[A  ]| But both their Genii strait appear, 
041:23,065[A  ]| Joy and amazement her did strike, 
041:23,066[A  ]| Two Twins she never saw so like.  
041:23,067[A  ]| 'Twas taught by wise \Pythagoras\, 
041:23,068[A  ]| One Soul might through more Bodies pass; 
041:23,069[A  ]| Seeing such Transmigration here, 
041:23,070[A  ]| She thought it not a Fable there.  
041:23,071[A  ]| Such a resemblance of all parts, 
041:23,072[A  ]| Life, Death, Age, Fortune, Nature, Arts, 
041:23,073[A  ]| Then lights her Torch at theirs, to tell, 
041:23,074[A  ]| And shew the world this Parallel, 
041:23,075[A  ]| Fixt and contemplative their looks, 
041:23,076[A  ]| Still turning over Natures Books:  
041:23,077[A  ]| Their works chast, moral, and divine, 
041:23,078[A  ]| Where profit and delight combine; 
041:23,079[A  ]| They guiding dirt, in noble verse 
041:23,080[A  ]| Rustick Philosophy rehearse; 
041:23,081[A  ]| When Heroes, Gods, or God-like Kings 
041:23,082[A  ]| They praise, on their exalted wings, 
041:23,083[A  ]| To the Celestial orbs they climb, 
041:23,084[A  ]| And with the Harmonious sphears keep time; 
041:23,085[A  ]| Nor did their actions fall behind 
041:23,086[A  ]| Their words, but with like candour shin'd, 
041:23,087[A  ]| Each drew fair Characters, yet none 
041:23,088[A  ]| Of these they feign'd, excels their own; 
041:23,089[A  ]| Both by two generous Princes lov'd, 
041:23,090[A  ]| Who knew, and judg'd what they approv'd:  
041:23,091[A  ]| Yet having each the same desire, 
041:23,092[A  ]| Both from the busie throng retire, 
041:23,093[A  ]| Their Bodies to their Minds resign'd, 
041:23,094[A  ]| Car'd not to propagate their Kind:  
041:23,095[A  ]| Yet though both fell before their hour, 
041:23,096[A  ]| Time on their off-spring hath no power, 
041:23,097[A  ]| Nor fire, nor fate their Bays shall blast, 
041:23,098[A  ]| Nor Death's dark vail their day o'recast.  
041:24,000['  ]| <\ON THE EARL OF\ STRAFFORD'S \TRYAL\> 
041:24,000['  ]| <\AND DEATH\> 
041:24,001[A  ]| Great \Strafford\!  worthy of that Name, though all 
041:24,002[A  ]| Of thee could be forgotten, but thy fall, 
041:24,003[A  ]| Crusht by Imaginary Treasons weight, 
041:24,004[A  ]| Which too much Merit did accumulate:  
041:24,005[A  ]| As Chymists Gold from Brass by fire would draw, 
041:24,006[A  ]| Pretexts are into Treason forg'd by Law.  
041:24,007[A  ]| His Wisdom such, at once it did appear 
041:24,008[A  ]| Three Kingdoms wonder, and three Kingdoms fear; 
041:24,009[A  ]| Whilst single he stood forth, and seem'd, although 
041:24,010[A  ]| Each had an Army, as an equal Foe.  
041:24,011[A  ]| Such was his force of Eloquence, to make 
041:24,012[A  ]| The Hearers more concern'd than he that spake; 
041:24,013[A  ]| Each seem'd to act that part, he came to see, 
041:24,014[A  ]| And none was more a looker on than he:  
041:24,015[A  ]| So did he move our passion, some were known 
041:24,016[A  ]| To wish for the defence, the Crime their own.  
041:24,017[A  ]| Now private pity strove with publick hate, 
041:24,018[A  ]| Reason with Rage, and Eloquence with Fate:  
041:24,019[A  ]| Now they could him, if he could them forgive; 
041:24,020[A  ]| He's not too guilty, but too wise to live; 
041:24,021[A  ]| Less seem those Facts which Treasons Nick-name bore, 
041:24,022[A  ]| Than such a fear'd ability for more.  
041:24,023[A  ]| They after death their fears of him express.  
041:24,024[A  ]| His Innocence, and their own guilt confess.  
041:24,025[A  ]| Their Legislative Frenzy they repent; 
041:24,026[A  ]| Enacting it should make no President.  
041:24,027[A  ]| This Fate he could have scap'd, but would not lose 
041:24,028[A  ]| Honour for Life, but rather nobly chose 
041:24,029[A  ]| Death from their fears, then safety from his own, 
041:24,030[A  ]| That his last Action all the rest might crown.  
041:25,000['  ]| <TO THE HONOURABLE \EDWARD HOWARD ESQ%\> 
041:25,000['  ]| <UPON HIS POEM OF THE> 
041:25,000['  ]| <BRITISH PRINCES> 
041:25,001[A  ]| What mighty Gale hath rais'd a flight so strong?  
041:25,002[A  ]| So high above all vulgar eyes?  so long?  
041:25,003[A  ]| One single rapture, scarce it self confines, 
041:25,004[A  ]| Within the limits, of four thousand lines, 
041:25,005[A  ]| And yet I hope to see this noble heat 
041:25,006[A  ]| Continue, till it makes the piece compleat, 
041:25,007[A  ]| That to the latter Age it may descend, 
041:25,008[A  ]| And to the end of time, its beams extend, 
041:25,009[A  ]| When Poesie joyns profit, with delight, 
041:25,010[A  ]| Her Images, should be most exquisite, 
041:25,011[A  ]| Since man to that perfection cannot rise, 
041:25,012[A  ]| Of always virt'ous, fortunate, and wise:  
041:25,013[A  ]| Therefore, the patterns man should imitate, 
041:25,014[A  ]| Above the life our Masters should create.  
041:25,015[A  ]| Herein, if we consult with \Greece\, and \Rome\, 
041:25,016[A  ]| \Greece\ (as in warre) by \Rome\ was overcome, 
041:25,017[A  ]| Though mighty raptures, we in \Homer\ find, 
041:25,018[A  ]| Yet like himself, his Characters were blind:  
041:25,019[A  ]| \Virgil's\ sublimed eyes not only gaz'd, 
041:25,020[A  ]| But his sublimed thoughts to heaven were rais'd.  
041:25,021[A  ]| Who reads the Honors, which he paid the Gods 
041:25,022[A  ]| Would think he had beheld their bless'd abodes, 
041:25,023[A  ]| And that his Hero, might accomplish'd be, 
041:25,024[A  ]| From divine blood, he draws his Pedigree, 
041:25,025[A  ]| From that great Judge your Judgment takes its law, 
041:25,026[A  ]| And by the best Original, does draw 
041:25,027[A  ]| \Bonduca's\ Honor, with those Heroes time 
041:25,028[A  ]| Had in oblivion wrapt, his sawcy crime, 
041:25,029[A  ]| To them and to your Nation you are just, 
041:25,030[A  ]| In raising up their glories from the dust, 
041:25,031[A  ]| And to Old \England\ you that right have done, 
041:25,032[A  ]| To shew, no story nobler, than her own.  
041:26,000['  ]| <\ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JUDGE CROOKE\> 
041:26,001[A  ]| This was the Man!  the Glory of the Gown 
041:26,002[A  ]| Just to Himself, his Country and the Crown!  
041:26,003[A  ]| The Atlas of our Liberty; as high 
041:26,004[A  ]| In this own Fame as others Infamy.  
041:26,005[A  ]| Great by his vertues, great by others Crimes, 
041:26,006[A  ]| The best of Judges in the Worst of Times.  
041:26,007[A  ]| He was the first who happily did sound 
041:26,008[A  ]| Unfathomd Royalty and felt the Ground; 
041:26,009[A  ]| Yet happier to behold that dawning Ray, 
041:26,010[A  ]| Shot from himself, become a perfect Day; 
041:26,011[A  ]| To hear his Judgment so authentic grown, 
041:26,012[A  ]| The Kingdoms voice the Eccho to his own.  
041:26,013[A  ]| Nor did he speak, but live the Laws; altho 
041:26,014[A  ]| From his sage Mouth grave oracles did flow, 
041:26,015[A  ]| Who knew his Life Maxims might thence derive 
041:26,016[A  ]| Such as the Law to Law itself might give.  
041:26,017[A  ]| Who saw him on the Bench would think the name 
041:26,018[A  ]| Of Friendship or Affection never came 
041:26,019[A  ]| Within his thoughts:  who saw him thence might know 
041:26,020[A  ]| He never had nor could deserve a Foe; 
041:26,021[A  ]| Only assuming Rigor with his Gown, 
041:26,022[A  ]| And with his Purple laid  his Rigor down.  
041:26,023[A  ]| Him nor Respect nor Disrespect could move; 
041:26,024[A  ]| He knew no Anger, nor his Place no Love.  
041:26,025[A  ]| So mixd the Stream of all his Actions ran, 
041:26,026[A  ]| So much a Judge so much a Gentleman; 
041:26,027[A  ]| Who durst be just when justice was a crime, 
041:26,028[A  ]| Yet durst no more even in too just a Time; 
041:26,029[A  ]| Not hurried by the highest Movers force 
041:26,030[A  ]| Against his proper and resolved course; 
041:26,031[A  ]| But when our World did turn, so kept his Ground 
041:26,032[A  ]| He seemd the Axe on which the Wheel went round.  
041:26,033[A  ]| Whose Zeal was warm when all to Ice did turn, 
041:26,034[A  ]| Yet was but warm when all the World did burn.  
041:26,035[A  ]| No ague in Religion eer inclin'd 
041:26,036[A  ]| To this or that Extream his fixed Mind.  
041:26,037[A  ]| Rest, happy Soul, till the Worlds last assize, 
041:26,038[A  ]| When calld by thy Creator thou shalt rise, 
041:26,039[A  ]| With thy Redeemer in Commission joynd 
041:26,040[A  ]| To sit upon the Clouds and judge Mankind. 
042:27,000['  ]| <TRANSLATIONS> 
042:27,000['  ]| <THE DESTRUCTION OF TROY> 
042:27,000['  ]| <ARGUMENT> 
042:27,000['  ]| \The first Book speaking of\ A*Eneas \his voyage by Sea, and how being\ 
042:27,000['  ]| \cast by tempest upon the coast of\ Carthage, \he was received by\ 
042:27,000['  ]| \Queen\ Dido, \who after the Feast, desires him to make the relation of\ 
042:27,000['  ]| \the destruction of\ Troy, \which is the Argument of this Book.\ 
042:27,001['  ]| While all with silence & attention wait, 
042:27,002['  ]| Thus speaks \A*Eneas\ from the bed of State:  
042:27,003[B  ]| Madam, when you command us to review 
042:27,004[B  ]| Our Fate, you make our old wounds bleed anew 
042:27,005[B  ]| And all those sorrows to my sence restore, 
042:27,006[B  ]| Whereof none saw so much, none suffer'd more:  
042:27,007[B  ]| Not the most cruel of Our conqu'ring Foes 
042:27,008[B  ]| So unconcern'dly can relate our woes, 
042:27,009[B  ]| As not to lend a tear, Then how can I 
042:27,010[B  ]| Repress the horror of my thoughts, which fly 
042:27,011[B  ]| The sad remembrance?  Now th' expiring night 
042:27,012[B  ]| And the declining Stars to rest invite; 
042:27,013[B  ]| Yet since 'tis your command, what you, so well 
042:27,014[B  ]| Are pleas'd to hear, I cannot grieve to tell.  
042:27,015[B  ]| By Fate repell'd, and with repulses tyr'd, 
042:27,016[B  ]| The \Greeks\, so many Lives and years expir'd, 
042:27,017[B  ]| A Fabrick like a moving Mountain frame, 
042:27,018[B  ]| Pretending vows for their return; This, Fame 
042:27,019[B  ]| Divulges, then within the beasts vast womb 
042:27,020[B  ]| The choice and flower of all their Troops intomb, 
042:27,021[B  ]| In view the Isle of \Tenedos\, once high 
042:27,022[B  ]| In fame and wealth, while \Troy\ remain'd, doth lie, 
042:27,023[B  ]| (Now but an unsecure and open Bay) 
042:27,024[B  ]| Thither by stealth the \Greeks\ their Fleet convey:  
042:27,025[B  ]| We gave them gone, and to \Mycena*e\ sail'd, 
042:27,026[B  ]| And \Troy\ reviv'd, her mourning face unvail'd; 
042:27,027[B  ]| All through th' unguarded Gates with joy resort 
042:27,028[B  ]| To see the sligted Camp, the vacant Port; 
042:27,029[B  ]| Here lay \Ulysses\, there \Achilles\, here 
042:27,030[B  ]| The Battels joyn'd, the Grecian Fleet rode there; 
042:27,031[B  ]| But the vast Pile th' amazed vulgar views 
042:27,032[B  ]| Till they their Reason in their wonder lose; 
042:27,033[B  ]| And first \Tyma*etes\ moves, (urg'd by the Power 
042:27,034[B  ]| Of Fate, or Fraud) to place it in the Tower, 
042:27,035[B  ]| But \Capis\ and the graver sort thought fit, 
042:27,036[B  ]| The \Greeks\ suspected Present to commit 
042:27,037[B  ]| To Seas or Flames, at least to search and bore 
042:27,038[B  ]| The sides, and what that space contains t' explore; 
042:27,039[B  ]| Th' uncertain Multitude with both engag'd, 
042:27,040[B  ]| Divided stands, till from the Tower, enrag'd 
042:27,041[B  ]| \Laocoon\ ran, whom all the crowd attends, 
042:27,042[B  ]| Crying, 
042:27,042@c   | what desperat Frenzy's this?  (oh friends) 
042:27,043@c   | To think them gone?  Judge rather their retreat 
042:27,044@c   | But a design, their gifts but a deceit, 
042:27,045@c   | For our Destruction 'twas contriv'd no doubt, 
042:27,046@c   | Or from within by fraud, or from without 
042:27,047@c   | By force; yet know ye not \Ulysses\ shifts?  
042:27,048@c   | Their swords less danger carry than their gifts.  
042:27,049[B  ]| (This said) against the Horses side, his spear 
042:27,050[B  ]| He throws, which trembles with inclosed fear, 
042:27,051[B  ]| Whilst from the hollows of his womb proceed 
042:27,052[B  ]| Groans, not his own; And had not Fate decreed 
042:27,053[B  ]| Our Ruine, We had fill'd with \Grecian\ blood 
042:27,054[B  ]| The Place, then \Troy\ and \Priam's\ Throne had stood; 
042:27,055[B  ]| Meanwhile a fetter'd pris'ner to the King 
042:27,056[B  ]| With joyful shouts the \Dardan\ Shepherds bring, 
042:27,057[B  ]| Who to betray us did himself betray, 
042:27,058[B  ]| At once the Taker, and at once the Prey, 
042:27,059[B  ]| Firmly prepar'd, of one Event secur'd, 
042:27,060[B  ]| Or of his Death or his Design assur'd.  
042:27,061[B  ]| The \Trojan\ Youth about the Captive flock, 
042:27,062[B  ]| To wonder, or to pity, or to mock.  
042:27,063[B  ]| Now hear the \Grecian\ fraud, and from this one 
042:27,064[B  ]| Conjecture all the rest.  
042:27,065[B  ]| Disarm'd, disorder'd, casting round his eyes 
042:27,066[B  ]| On all the Troops that guarded him, he cries, 
042:27,067@d   | What Land, what Sea, for me what Fate attends?  
042:27,068@d   | Caught by my Foes, condemned by my Friends, 
042:27,069@d   | Incensed \Troy\ a wretched Captive seeks 
042:27,070@d   | To sacrifice, a Fugitive, the Greeks.  
042:27,071[B  ]| To Pity, This Complaint our former Rage, 
042:27,072[B  ]| Converts, we now enquire his Parentage, 
042:27,073[B  ]| What of their Councils, or affairs he knew, 
042:27,074[B  ]| Then fearless, he replies, 
042:27,074@d   | Great King to you 
042:27,075@d   | All truth I shall relate:  Nor first can I 
042:27,076@d   | My self to be of \Grecian\ birth deny, 
042:27,077@d   | And though my outward state, misfortune hath 
042:27,078@d   | Deprest thus low, it cannot reach my Faith.  
042:27,079@d   | You may by chance have heard the famous name 
042:27,080@d   | Of \Palimede\, who from old \Belus\ came, 
042:27,081@d   | Whom, but for voting Peace, the \Greeks\ pursue, 
042:27,082@d   | Accus'd unjustly, then unjustly slew, 
042:27,083@d   | Yet mourn'd his death.  My Father was his friend, 
042:27,084@d   | And me to his commands did recommend, 
042:27,085@d   | While Laws and Councils did his Throne support, 
042:27,086@d   | I but a youth, yet some Esteem and Port 
042:27,087@d   | We then did bear, till by \Ulysses\ craft 
042:27,088@d   | (Things known I speak) he was of life bereft:  
042:27,089@d   | Since in dark sorrow I my days did spend, 
042:27,090@d   | Till now disdaining his unworthy end 
042:27,091@d   | I could not silence my Complaints, but vow'd 
042:27,092@d   | Revenge, if ever fate or chance allow'd 
042:27,093@d   | My wisht return to \Greece\; from hence his hate, 
042:27,094@d   | From thence my crimes, and all my ills bear date:  
042:27,095@d   | Old guilt fresh malice gives; The peoples ears 
042:27,096@d   | He fills with rumors, and their hearts with fears, 
042:27,097@d   | And then the Prophet to his party drew.  
042:27,098@d   | But why do I these thankless truths pursue; 
042:27,099@d   | Or why defer your Rage?  on me, for all 
042:27,100@d   | The \Greeks\, let your revenging fury fall.  
042:27,101@d   | \Ulysses\ this, th' \Atrida*e\ this desire 
042:27,102@d   | At any rate.  
042:27,102[B  ]| We streight are set on fire 
042:27,103[B  ]| (Unpractis'd in such Mysteries) to enquire 
042:27,104[B  ]| The manner and the cause, Which thus he told 
042:27,105[B  ]| With gestures humble, as his Tale was bold.  
042:27,106@d   | Oft have the \Greeks\ (the siege detesting) tyr'd 
042:27,107@d   | With tedious war, a stoln retreat desir'd, 
042:27,108@d   | And would to heaven they had gone:  But still dismay'd 
042:27,109@d   | By Seas or Skies, unwillingly they stay'd, 
042:27,110@d   | Chiefly when this stupendious Pile was rais'd 
042:27,111@d   | Strange noises fill'd the Air, we all amaz'd 
042:27,112@d   | Dispatch \Eurypilus\ to enquire our Fates 
042:27,113@d   | Who thus the sentence of the Gods relates, 
042:27,114@d   | A Virgins slaughter did the storm appease 
042:27,115@d   | When first towards \Troy\ the \Grecians\ took the Seas, 
042:27,116@d   | Their safe retreat another \Grecians\ blood 
042:27,117@d   | Must purchase; All, at this confounded stood:  
042:27,118@d   | Each thinks himself the Man, the fear on all 
042:27,119@d   | Of what, the mischief, but on one can fall:  
042:27,120@d   | Then \Calchas\ (by \Ulysses\ first inspir'd) 
042:27,121@d   | Was urg'd to name whom th' angry Gods requir'd, 
042:27,122@d   | Yet was I warn'd (for many were as well 
042:27,123@d   | Inspir'd as he) and did my fate fortel.  
042:27,124@d   | Ten days the Prophet in suspence remain'd, 
042:27,125@d   | Would no mans fate pronounce; at last constrain'd 
042:27,126@d   | By \Ithacus\, he solemnly design'd 
042:27,127@d   | Me for the Sacrifice; the people joyn'd 
042:27,128@d   | In glad consent, and all their common fear 
042:27,129@d   | Determine in my fate, the day drew near; 
042:27,130@d   | The sacred Rites prepar'd, my temples crown'd 
042:27,131@d   | With holy wreaths, Then I confess I found 
042:27,132@d   | The means to my escape, my bonds I brake, 
042:27,133@d   | Fled from my Guards, and in a muddy Lake 
042:27,134@d   | Amongst the Sedges all the night lay hid, 
042:27,135@d   | Till they their Sails had hoist (if so they did) 
042:27,136@d   | And now alas no hope remains for me 
042:27,137@d   | My home, my father, and my sons to see, 
042:27,138@d   | Whom, they enrag'd, will kill for my Offence, 
042:27,139@d   | And punish for my guilt their Innocence.  
042:27,140@d   | Those Gods who know the Truths I now relate, 
042:27,141@d   | That faith which yet remains inviolate 
042:27,142@d   | By mortal men, By these I beg, redress 
042:27,143[A  ]| My causless wrongs, and pity such distress.  
042:27,144[B  ]| And now true Pity in exchange he finds 
042:27,145[B  ]| For his false Tears, his Tongue, his hands unbinds.  
042:27,146[B  ]| Then spake the King, 
042:27,146@e   | be Ours whoere thou art, 
042:27,147@e   | Forget the \Greeks\.  But first the truth impart, 
042:27,148@e   | Why did they raise, or to what use intend 
042:27,149@e   | This Pile?  to a Warlike, or Religious end?  
042:27,150[B  ]| Skilful in fraud, (his native Art) his hands 
042:27,151[B  ]| Toward heaven he rais'd, deliver'd now from bands.  
042:27,152@d   | Ye pure, A*Ethereal flames, ye Powers ador'd 
042:27,153@d   | By mortal men, ye Altars, and the sword 
042:27,154@d   | I scap'd; ye sacred Fillets that involv'd 
042:27,155@d   | My destin'd head, grant I may stand absolv'd 
042:27,156@d   | From all their Laws and Rites, renounce all name 
042:27,157@d   | Of faith or love, their secret thoughts proclaim; 
042:27,158@d   | Only O \Troy\, preserve thy faith to me, 
042:27,159@d   | If what I shall relate preserveth thee.  
042:27,160@d   | From \Pallas\ favour, all our hopes, and all 
042:27,161@d   | Counsels, and Actions took Original, 
042:27,162@d   | Till \Diomed\ (for such attempts made fit 
042:27,163@d   | By dire conjunction with \Ulysses\ wit) 
042:27,164@d   | Assails the sacred Tower, the Guards they slay, 
042:27,165@d   | Defile with bloudy hands, and thence convey 
042:27,166@d   | The fatal Image; straight with our success 
042:27,167@d   | Our hopes fell back, whilst prodigies express 
042:27,168@d   | Her just disdain, her flaming eyes did throw 
042:27,169@d   | Flashes of lightning, from each part did flow 
042:27,170@d   | A briny sweat, thrice brandishing her spear, 
042:27,171@d   | Her Statue from the ground it self did rear; 
042:27,172@d   | Then, that we should our Sacrilege restore 
042:27,173@d   | And reconveigh their Gods from \Argos\ shore, 
042:27,174@d   | \Calchas\ perswades, till then we urge in vain 
042:27,175@d   | The fate of \Troy\.  To measure back the Main 
042:27,176@d   | They all consent, but to return agen, 
042:27,177@d   | When re-inforc'd with aids of Gods and men.  
042:27,178@d   | Thus \Calchas\, then instead of that, this Pile 
042:27,179@d   | To \Pallas\ was design'd; to reconcile 
042:27,180@d   | Th' offended Power, and expiate our guilt, 
042:27,181@d   | To this vast height and monstrous stature built, 
042:27,182@d   | Lest through your gates receiv'd, it might renew 
042:27,183@d   | Your vows to her, and her Defence to you.  
042:27,184@d   | But if this sacred gift you dis-esteem, 
042:27,185@d   | Then cruel Plagues (which heaven divert on them) 
042:27,186@d   | Shall fall on \Priams\ State:  but if the horse 
042:27,187@d   | Your walls ascend, assisted by your force, 
042:27,188@d   | A League 'gainst \Greece\ all \Asia\ shall contract; 
042:27,189@d   | Our Sons then suffering what their Sires would act.  
042:27,190[B  ]| Thus by his fraud and our own faith o'recome, 
042:27,191[B  ]| A feigned tear destroys us, against whom 
042:27,192[B  ]| \Tydides\ nor \Achilles\ could prevail, 
042:27,193[B  ]| Nor ten years conflict, nor a thousand sail.  
042:27,194[B  ]| This seconded by a most sad Portent 
042:27,195[B  ]| Which credit to the first imposture lent; 
042:27,196[B  ]| \Laocoon, Neptunes\ Priest, upon the day 
042:27,197[B  ]| Devoted to that god, a Bull did slay, 
042:27,198[B  ]| When two prodigious serpents were descride, 
042:27,199[B  ]| Whose circling stroaks the Seas smooth face divide; 
042:27,200[B  ]| Above the deep they raise their scaly crests, 
042:27,201[B  ]| And stem the floud with their erected brests, 
042:27,202[B  ]| Their winding tails advance and steer their course, 
042:27,203[B  ]| And 'gainst the shore the breaking Billow force.  
042:27,204[B  ]| Now landing, from their brandisht tongues there came 
042:27,205[B  ]| A dreadful hiss, and from their eyes a flame:  
042:27,206[B  ]| Amaz'd we fly, directly in a line 
042:27,207[B  ]| \Laocoon\ they pursue, and first intwine 
042:27,208[B  ]| (Each preying upon one) his tender sons, 
042:27,209[B  ]| Then him, who armed to their rescue runs, 
042:27,210[B  ]| They seiz'd, and with intangling folds embrac'd 
042:27,211[B  ]| His neck twice compassing, and twice his wast, 
042:27,212[B  ]| Their poys'nous knots he strives to break, and tear, 
042:27,213[B  ]| Whilst slime and bloud his sacred wreaths besmear, 
042:27,214[B  ]| Then loudly roars, as when th' enraged Bull 
042:27,215[B  ]| From th' Altar flies, and from his wounded skull 
042:27,216[B  ]| Shakes the huge Ax; the conqu'ring serpents fly 
042:27,217[B  ]| To cruel \Pallas\ Altar, and there ly 
042:27,218[B  ]| Under her feet, within her shields extent; 
042:27,219[B  ]| We in our fears conclude this fate was sent 
042:27,220[B  ]| Justly on him, who struck the Sacred Oak 
042:27,221[B  ]| With his accursed Lance.  Then to invoke 
042:27,222[B  ]| The Goddess, and let in the fatal horse 
042:27,223[B  ]| We all consent:  
042:27,224[B  ]| A spacious breach we make, & \Troy's\ proud wall 
042:27,225[B  ]| Built by the Gods, by our own hands doth fall; 
042:27,226[B  ]| Thus, all their help to their own ruine give, 
042:27,227[B  ]| Some draw with cords, and some the Monster drive 
042:27,228[B  ]| With Rolls and Leavers, thus our works it climbs, 
042:27,229[B  ]| Big with our fate, the youth with Songs and Rhimes, 
042:27,230[B  ]| Some dance, some hale the rope; at last let down 
042:27,231[B  ]| It enters with a thundering noise the Town.  
042:27,232[B  ]| O \Troy\ the seat of Gods, in war renown'd; 
042:27,233[B  ]| Three times it stuck, as oft the clashing sound 
042:27,234[B  ]| Of Arms was heard, yet blinded by the Power 
042:27,235[B  ]| Of Fate, we place it in the sacred Tower.  
042:27,236[B  ]| \Cassandra\ then foretels th' event, but she 
042:27,237[B  ]| Finds no belief (such was the Gods decree.) 
042:27,238[B  ]| The Altars with fresh flowers we crown, & wast 
042:27,239[B  ]| In Feasts that day, which was (alas) our last.  
042:27,240[B  ]| Now by the revolution of the Skies, 
042:27,241[B  ]| Nights sable shadows from the Ocean rise, 
042:27,242[B  ]| Which heaven and earth, and the \Greek\ frauds involv'd, 
042:27,243[B  ]| The City in secure repose dissolv'd, 
042:27,244[B  ]| When from the Admirals high Poop appears 
042:27,245[B  ]| A light, by which the \Argive\ Squadron Steers 
042:27,246[B  ]| Their silent course to \Iliums\ well known Shore, 
042:27,247[B  ]| When \Synon\ (sav'd by the Gods partial power) 
042:27,248[B  ]| Opens the horse, and through the unlockt doors 
042:27,249[B  ]| To the free Ayr the armed fraight restores:  
042:27,250[B  ]| \Ulysses, Stenelus, Tysander\ slide 
042:27,251[B  ]| Down by a Rope, \Machaon\ was their guide; 
042:27,252[B  ]| \Atrides, Pyrrhus, Thoas, Athamas\, 
042:27,253[B  ]| And \Epeus\ who the frauds contriver was, 
042:27,254[B  ]| The Gates they seize, the Guards with sleep and wine 
042:27,255[B  ]| Opprest, surprize, and then their forces joyn.  
042:27,256[B  ]| 'Twas then, when the first sweets of sleep repair 
042:27,257[B  ]| Our bodies spent with toil, our minds with care 
042:27,258[B  ]| (The Gods best gift) When bath'd in tears and blood 
042:27,259[B  ]| Before my face lamenting \Hector\ stood, 
042:27,260[B  ]| Such his aspect when soyl'd with bloudy dust 
042:27,261[B  ]| Dragg'd by the cords which through his feet were thrust 
042:27,262[B  ]| By his insulting Foe; O how transform'd!  
042:27,263[B  ]| How much unlike that \Hector\ who return'd 
042:27,264[B  ]| Clad in \Achilles\ spoyls; when he, among 
042:27,265[B  ]| A thousand ships (like \Jove\) his Lightning flung; 
042:27,266[B  ]| His horrid Beard and knotted Tresses stood 
042:27,267[B  ]| Still with his gore, & all his wounds ran blood, 
042:27,268[B  ]| Intranc'd I lay, then (weeping) said, 
042:27,268@b   | The Joy, 
042:27,269@b   | The hope and stay of thy declining \Troy\; 
042:27,270@b   | What Region held thee, whence, so much desir'd, 
042:27,271@b   | Art thou restor'd to us consum'd and tir'd 
042:27,272@b   | With toyls and deaths; but what sad cause confounds 
042:27,273@b   | Thy once fair looks, or why appear those wounds?  
042:27,274[B  ]| Regardless of my words, he no reply 
042:27,275[B  ]| Returns, but with a dreadful groan doth cry, 
042:27,276@f   | Fly from the Flame, O Goddess-born, our walls 
042:27,277@f   | The \Greeks\ possess, and \Troy\ confounded falls 
042:27,278@f   | From all her Glories; if it might have stood 
042:27,279@f   | By any Power, by this right hand it should.  
042:27,280@f   | What Man could do, by me for \Troy\ was done, 
042:27,281@f   | Take here her Reliques and her Gods, to run 
042:27,282@f   | With them they Fate, with them new Walls expect, 
042:27,283@f   | Which, tost on Seas, thou shalt at last erect; 
042:27,284[B  ]| Then brings old \Vesta\ from her sacred Quire, 
042:27,285[B  ]| Her holy Wreaths, and her eternal Fire.  
042:27,286[B  ]| Mean while the Walls with doubtful cries resound 
042:27,287[B  ]| From far (for shady coverts did surround 
042:27,288[B  ]| My Fathers house) approaching still more near 
042:27,289[B  ]| The clash of Arms, and voice of men we hear:  
042:27,290[B  ]| Rowz'd from my Bed, I speedily ascend 
042:27,291[B  ]| The house's top, and listning there attend, 
042:27,292[B  ]| As flames rowl'd by the winds conspiring force, 
042:27,293[B  ]| Ore full-ear'd Corn, or Torrents raging course 
042:27,294[B  ]| Bears down th' opposing Oaks, the fields destroys 
042:27,295[B  ]| And mocks the Plough-mans toil, th' unlookt for noise 
042:27,296[B  ]| From neighb'ring hills, th' amazed Shepherd hears; 
042:27,297[B  ]| Such my surprise, and such their rage appears, 
042:27,298[B  ]| First fell thy house \Ucalegon\, then thine 
042:27,299[B  ]| \Deiphobus, Siga*ean\ Seas did shine 
042:27,300[B  ]| Bright with \Troys\ flames, the Trumpets dreadful sound, 
042:27,301[B  ]| The louder groans of dying men confound.  
042:27,302@b   | Give me my arms, 
042:27,302[B  ]| I cry'd, resolv'd to throw 
042:27,303[B  ]| My self 'mongst any that oppos'd the Foe:  
042:27,304[B  ]| Rage, anger, and Despair at once suggest 
042:27,305[B  ]| That of all Deaths, to die in Arms was best.  
042:27,306[B  ]| The first I met was \Panthus\, \Pho*ebus\ Priest, 
042:27,307[B  ]| Who scaping with his Gods and Reliques fled, 
042:27,308[B  ]| And towards the shore his little Grandchild led; 
042:27,309@b   | \Panthus\, what hope remains?  what force?  what place 
042:27,310@b   | Made good?  
042:27,310[B  ]| but sighing, he replies 
042:27,310@w   | (alas) 
042:27,311@w   | \Trojans\ we were, and mighty \Ilium\ was; 
042:27,312@w   | But the last period and fatal hour 
042:27,313@w   | Of \Troy\ is come:  Our Glory and our Power 
042:27,314@w   | Incensed \Jove\ transfers to Grecian hands, 
042:27,315@w   | The foe within, the burning Town commands; 
042:27,316@w   | And (like a smother'd fire) an unseen force 
042:27,317@w   | Breaks from the bowels of the fatal Horse:  
042:27,318@w   | Insulting \Synon\ flings about the flame, 
042:27,319@w   | And thousands more than e're from \Argos\ came 
042:27,320@w   | Possess the Gates, the Passes and the Streets, 
042:27,321@w   | And these the sword oretakes, & those it meets, 
042:27,322@w   | The Guard nor fights nor flies, Their fate so near 
042:27,323@w   | At once suspends their Courage and their Fear.  
042:27,324[B  ]| Thus by the Gods, and by \Atrides\ words 
042:27,325[B  ]| Inspir'd, I make my way through fire, through swords, 
042:27,326[B  ]| Where Noises, Tumults, Out-cries and Alarms 
042:27,327[B  ]| I heard, first \Iphitus\ renown'd for Arms 
042:27,328[B  ]| We meet, who knew us (for the Moon did shine) 
042:27,329[B  ]| Then \Ripheus, Hippanis\, and \Dyumas\ joyn 
042:27,330[B  ]| Their force, and young \Chora*ebus Mygdons\ son, 
042:27,331[B  ]| Who, by the Love of fair \Cassandra\, won, 
042:27,332[B  ]| Arriv'd but lately in her Fathers Ayd 
042:27,333[B  ]| Unhappy, whom the Threats could not disswade 
042:27,334[B  ]| Of his Prophetick Spouse; 
042:27,335[B  ]| Whom, when I saw, yet daring to maintain 
042:27,336[B  ]| The fight, I said, 
042:27,336@b   | Brave Spirits (but in vain) 
042:27,337@b   | Are you resolv'd to follow one who dares 
042:27,338@b   | Tempt all extreams?  The state of Our affairs 
042:27,339@b   | You see:  The Gods have left us, by whose aid 
042:27,340@b   | Our Empire stood; nor can the flame be staid:  
042:27,341@b   | Then let us fall amidst Our Foes; this one 
042:27,342@b   | Relief the vanquisht have, to hope for none.  
042:27,343[B  ]| Then re-inforc'd, as in a stormy night 
042:27,344[B  ]| Wolves urged by their raging appetite 
042:27,345[B  ]| Forrage for prey, which their neglected young 
042:27,346[B  ]| With greedy jaws expect, ev'n so among 
042:27,347[B  ]| Foes, Fire and Swords, t' assured death we pass, 
042:27,348[B  ]| Darkness our Guide, Despair our Leader was.  
042:27,349[B  ]| Who can relate that Evenings woes and spoils, 
042:27,350[B  ]| Or can his tears proportion to our Toils!  
042:27,351[B  ]| The City, which so long had flourisht, falls; 
042:27,352[B  ]| Death triumphs o're the Houses, Temples, Walls 
042:27,353[B  ]| Nor only on the \Trojans\ fell this doom, 
042:27,354[B  ]| Their hearts at last the vanquish'd re-assume; 
042:27,355[B  ]| And now the Victors fall, on all sides, fears, 
042:27,356[B  ]| Groans and pale Death in all her shapes appears:  
042:27,357[B  ]| \Androgeus\ first with his whole Troop was cast 
042:27,358[B  ]| Upon us, with civility misplac't; 
042:27,359[B  ]| Thus greeting us 
042:27,359@w   | you lose by your delay, 
042:27,360@w   | Your share both of the honour and the prey, 
042:27,361@w   | Others the spoils of burning \Troy\ convey 
042:27,362@w   | Back to those ships, which you but now forsake.  
042:27,363[B  ]| We making no return; his sad mistake 
042:27,364[B  ]| Too late he finds:  As when an unseen Snake 
042:27,365[B  ]| A Travellers unwary foot hath prest, 
042:27,366[B  ]| Who trembling starts, when the Snakes azure Crest, 
042:27,367[B  ]| Swoln with his rising Anger, he espies, 
042:27,368[B  ]| So from our view surpriz'd \Androgeus\ flies.  
042:27,369[B  ]| But here an easie victory we meet:  
042:27,370[B  ]| Fear binds their hands, and ignorance their feet, 
042:27,371[B  ]| Whilst Fortune, our first Enterprize, did aid, 
042:27,372[B  ]| Encourag'd with success, \Chora*ebus\ said, 
042:27,373@w   | O Friends, we now by better Fates are led, 
042:27,374@w   | And the fair Path they lead us, let us tread.  
042:27,375@w   | First change your Arms, and their distinctions bear; 
042:27,376@w   | The same, in foes, Deceit and Vertue are.  
042:27,377[B  ]| Then of his Arms, \Androgeus\ he divests, 
042:27,378[B  ]| His Sword, his Shield he takes, and plumed Crests, 
042:27,379[B  ]| Then \Ripheus\, \Dymas\, and the rest, All glad 
042:27,380[B  ]| Of the occasion, in fresh spoils are clad.  
042:27,381[B  ]| Thus mixt, with Greeks, as if their Fortune still 
042:27,382[B  ]| Follow'd their swords we fight, pursue, and kill.  
042:27,383[B  ]| Some re-ascend the Horse, and he whose sides 
042:27,384[B  ]| Let forth the valiant, now, the Coward hides.  
042:27,385[B  ]| Some, to their safer Guard, their Ships, retire; 
042:27,386[B  ]| But vain's that hope, 'gainst which the Gods conspire:  
042:27,387[B  ]| Behold the Royal Virgin, The Divine 
042:27,388[B  ]| \Cassandra\, from \Minerva's\ fatal shrine 
042:27,389[B  ]| Dragg'd by the hair, casting tow'rds heaven in vain, 
042:27,390[B  ]| Her Eyes; for Cords her tender hands did strain:  
042:27,391[B  ]| \Chora*ebus\ at the spectacle enrag'd, 
042:27,392[B  ]| Flies in amidst the foes:  we thus engag'd, 
042:27,393[B  ]| To second him, amongst the thickest ran; 
042:27,394[B  ]| Here first our ruine from our friends began, 
042:27,395[B  ]| Who from the Temples Battlements a shower 
042:27,396[B  ]| Of Darts and Arrows on our heads did powr:  
042:27,397[B  ]| They, us for Greeks, and now the Greeks (who knew 
042:27,398[B  ]| \Cassandra's\ rescue) us for Trojans slew.  
042:27,399[B  ]| And from all parts \Ulysses, Ajax\, then, 
042:27,400[B  ]| And then th' \Atrida*e\ rally all their men; 
042:27,401[B  ]| As winds, that meet from several Coasts, contest, 
042:27,402[B  ]| Their prisons being broke, the South and West, 
042:27,403[B  ]| And \Eurus\ on his winged Coursers born 
042:27,404[B  ]| Triumphing in their speed, the woods are torn, 
042:27,405[B  ]| And chafing \Nereus\ with his \Trident\ throws 
042:27,406[B  ]| The billows from their bottom; Then all those 
042:27,407[B  ]| Who in the dark our fury did escape, 
042:27,408[B  ]| Returning, know our borrowed Arms and shape 
042:27,409[B  ]| And diff'ring Dialect:  Then their numbers swell 
042:27,410[B  ]| And grow upon us; first \Chora*ebus\ fell 
042:27,411[B  ]| Before \Minerva's\ Altar, next did bleed 
042:27,412[B  ]| Just \Ripheus\, whom no Trojan did exceed 
042:27,413[B  ]| In virtue, yet the Gods his fate decreed.  
042:27,414[B  ]| Then \Hippanis\ and \Dymas\ wounded by 
042:27,415[B  ]| Their friends; nor thee \Panthus\ thy Piety, 
042:27,416[B  ]| Nor consecrated Mitre, from the same 
042:27,417[B  ]| Ill fate could save; My Countreys funeral flame 
042:27,418[B  ]| And \Troys\ cold ashes I attest, and call 
042:27,419[B  ]| To witness for my self, That in their fall 
042:27,420[B  ]| No Foes, no Death, nor Danger I declin'd 
042:27,421[B  ]| Did, and deserv'd no less, my Fate to find.  
042:27,422[B  ]| Now \Iphitus\ with me, and \Pelias\ 
042:27,423[B  ]| Slowly retire, the one retarded was 
042:27,424[B  ]| By feeble Age, the other by a wound, 
042:27,425[B  ]| To Court the Cry directs us, where We found 
042:27,426[B  ]| Th' Assault so hot, as if 'twere only there, 
042:27,427[B  ]| And all the rest secure from foes or fear:  
042:27,428[B  ]| The Greeks the Gates approach'd, their Targets cast, 
042:27,429[B  ]| Over their heads, some scaling ladders plac't 
042:27,430[B  ]| Against the walls, the rest the steps ascend, 
042:27,431[B  ]| And with their shields on their left arms defend 
042:27,432[B  ]| Arrows and darts, and with their right hold fast 
042:27,433[B  ]| The Battlement; on them the Trojans cast 
042:27,434[B  ]| Stones, Rafters, Pillars, Beams, such Arms as these, 
042:27,435[B  ]| Now hopeless, for their last defence they seize.  
042:27,436[B  ]| The gilded Roofs, the marks of ancient state 
042:27,437[B  ]| They tumble down, and now against the Gate 
042:27,438[B  ]| Of th' Inner Court their growing force they bring.  
042:27,439[B  ]| Now was Our last effort to save the King.  
042:27,440[B  ]| Relieve the fainting, and succeed the dead.  
042:27,441[B  ]| A Private Gallery 'twixt th' appartments led, 
042:27,442[B  ]| Not to the Foe yet known, or not observ'd, 
042:27,443[B  ]| (The way for \Hectors\ hapless Wife reserv'd, 
042:27,444[B  ]| When to the aged King, her little son 
042:27,445[B  ]| She would present) Through this we pass and run 
042:27,446[B  ]| Up to the highest Battlement, from whence 
042:27,447[B  ]| The Trojans threw their darts without offence.  
042:27,448[B  ]| A Tower so high, it seem'd to reach the sky, 
042:27,449[B  ]| Stood on the Roof, from whence we could descry 
042:27,450[B  ]| All \Ilium\ ~~ both the Camps, the Grecian Fleet; 
042:27,451[B  ]| This, where the Beams upon the Columns meet, 
042:27,452[B  ]| We loosen, which like Thunder from the Cloud 
042:27,453[B  ]| Breaks on their heads, as sudden and as loud.  
042:27,454[B  ]| But others still succeed:  mean time, nor stones 
042:27,455[B  ]| Nor any kind of weapons cease.  
042:27,456[B  ]| Before the Gate in gilded Armour, shone 
042:27,457[B  ]| Young \Pyrrhus\, like a Snake his skin new grown, 
042:27,458[B  ]| Who fed on poys'nous herbs, all winter lay 
042:27,459[B  ]| Under the ground, and now reviews the day 
042:27,460[B  ]| Fresh in his new apparel, proud and young, 
042:27,461[B  ]| Rowls up his Back, and brandishes his tongue, 
042:27,462[B  ]| And lifts his scaly breast against the Sun; 
042:27,463[B  ]| With him his Fathers Squire, \Antomedon\ 
042:27,464[B  ]| And \Periphas\ who drove his winged steeds, 
042:27,465[B  ]| Enter the Court; whom all the youth succeeds 
042:27,466[B  ]| Of \Scyros\ Isle, who flaming firebrands flung 
042:27,467[B  ]| Up to the roof, \Pyrrhus\ himself among 
042:27,468[B  ]| The formost with an Axe an entrance hews 
042:27,469[B  ]| Through beams of solid Oak, then freely views 
042:27,470[B  ]| The Chambers, Galleries, and Rooms of State, 
042:27,471[B  ]| Where \Priam\ and the ancient Monarchs sate.  
042:27,472[B  ]| At the first Gate an Armed Guard appears; 
042:27,473[B  ]| But th' Inner Court with horror, noise and tears 
042:27,474[B  ]| Confus'dly fill'd, the womens shrieks and cries 
042:27,475[B  ]| The Arched Vaults re-eccho to the skies; 
042:27,476[B  ]| Sad Matrons wandring through the spacious Rooms 
042:27,477[B  ]| Embrace and kiss the Posts:  Then \Pyrrhus\ comes 
042:27,478[B  ]| Full of his Father, neither Men nor Walls 
042:27,479[B  ]| His force sustain, the torn Port-cullis falls, 
042:27,480[B  ]| Then from the hinge, their strokes the Gates divorce, 
042:27,481[B  ]| And where the way they cannot find, they force:  
042:27,482[B  ]| Not with such rage a Swelling Torrent flows 
042:27,483[B  ]| Above his banks, th' opposing Dams orethrows, 
042:27,484[B  ]| Depopulates the Fields, the Cattel, Sheep, 
042:27,485[B  ]| Shepherds, and folds the foaming Surges sweep.  
042:27,486[B  ]| And now between two sad extreams I stood, 
042:27,487[B  ]| Here \Pyrrhus\ and th' \Atrida*e\ drunk with blood, 
042:27,488[B  ]| There th' hapless Queen amongst an hundred Dames, 
042:27,489[B  ]| And \Priam\ quenching from his wounds those flames 
042:27,490[B  ]| Which his own hands had on the Altar laid:  
042:27,491[B  ]| Then they the secret Cabinets invade, 
042:27,492[B  ]| Where stood the Fifty Nuptial Beds, the hopes 
042:27,493[B  ]| Of that great Race, the Golden Posts whose tops 
042:27,494[B  ]| Old hostile spoils adorn'd, demolisht lay, 
042:27,495[B  ]| Or to the foe, or to the fire a Prey.  
042:27,496[B  ]| Now \Priams\ fate perhaps you may enquire, 
042:27,497[B  ]| Seeing his Empire lost, his \Troy\ on fire, 
042:27,498[B  ]| And his own Palace by the Greeks possest, 
042:27,499[B  ]| Arms, long disus'd, his trembling limbs invest; 
042:27,500[B  ]| Thus on his foes he throws himself alone, 
042:27,501[B  ]| Not for their Fate, but to provoke his own:  
042:27,502[B  ]| There stood an Altar open to the view 
042:27,503[B  ]| Of Heaven, near which an aged Lawrel grew, 
042:27,504[B  ]| Whose shady arms the houshold Gods embrac'd; 
042:27,505[B  ]| Before whose feet the Queen her self had cast, 
042:27,506[B  ]| With all her daughters, and the Trojan wives, 
042:27,507[B  ]| As Doves whom an approaching tempest drives 
042:27,508[B  ]| And frights into one flock; But having spy'd 
042:27,509[B  ]| Old \Priam\ clad in youthful Arms, she cry'd, 
042:27,510@v   | Alas my wretched husband, what pretence 
042:27,511@v   | To bear those Arms, and in them what defence?  
042:27,512@v   | Such aid such times require not, when again 
042:27,513@v   | If \Hector\ were alive, he liv'd in vain; 
042:27,514@v   | Or here We shall a Sanctuary find, 
042:27,515@v   | Or as in life, we shall in death be joyn'd.  
042:27,516[B  ]| Then weeping, with kind force held & embrac'd 
042:27,517[B  ]| And on the sacred seat the King she plac'd; 
042:27,518[B  ]| Mean while \Polites\ one of \Priams\ sons 
042:27,519[B  ]| Flying the rage of bloudy \Pyrrhus\, runs 
042:27,520[B  ]| Through foes & swords, & ranges all the Court 
042:27,521[B  ]| And empty Galleries, amaz'd and hurt, 
042:27,522[B  ]| \Pyrrhus\ pursues him, now oretakes, now kills, 
042:27,523[B  ]| And his last blood in \Priams\ presence spills.  
042:27,524[B  ]| The King (though him so many deaths inclose) 
042:27,525[B  ]| Nor fear, nor grief, but Indignation shows; 
042:27,526@e   | The Gods requite thee (if within the care 
042:27,527@e   | Of those above th' affairs of mortals are) 
042:27,528@e   | Whose fury on the son but lost had been, 
042:27,529@e   | Had not his Parents Eyes his murder seen:  
042:27,530@e   | Not That \Achilles\ (whom thou feign'st to be 
042:27,531@e   | Thy Father) so inhumane was to me; 
042:27,532@e   | He blusht, when I the rights of Arms implor'd; 
042:27,533@e   | To me my \Hector\, me to \Troy\ restor'd:  
042:27,534[B  ]| This said, his feeble Arm a Javelin flung, 
042:27,535[B  ]| Which on the sounding shield, scarce entring, rung.  
042:27,536[B  ]| Then \Pyrrhus\; 
042:27,536@w   | go a messenger to Hell 
042:27,537@w   | Of my black deeds, and to my Father tell 
042:27,538@w   | The Acts of his degenerate Race.  
042:27,538[B  ]| So through 
042:27,539[B  ]| His Sons warm bloud, the trembling King he drew 
042:27,540[B  ]| To th' Altar; in his hair one hand he wreaths; 
042:27,541[B  ]| His sword, the other in his bosom sheaths.  
042:27,542[B  ]| Thus fell the King, who yet surviv'd the State, 
042:27,543[B  ]| With such a signal and peculiar Fate.  
042:27,544[B  ]| Under so vast a ruine not a Grave, 
042:27,545[B  ]| Nor in such flames a funeral fire to have:  
042:27,546[B  ]| He, whom such Titles swell'd, such Power made proud 
042:27,547[B  ]| To whom the Scepters of all \Asia\ bow'd, 
042:27,548[B  ]| On the cold earth lies th' unregarded King, 
042:27,549[B  ]| A headless Carkass, and a nameless Thing.  
042:28,000['  ]| <SARPEDON'S \SPEECH\ TO GLAUCUS \IN\> 
042:28,000['  ]| <\THE\ 12TH \OF\ HOMER> 
042:28,001['  ]| Thus to \Glaucus\ spake 
042:28,002['  ]| Divine \Sarpedon\, since he did not find 
042:28,003['  ]| Others as great in Place, as great in Mind.  
042:28,004[B  ]| Above the rest, why is our Pomp, our Power?  
042:28,005[B  ]| Our flocks, our herds, and our possessions more?  
042:28,006[B  ]| Why all the Tributes Land and Sea affords 
042:28,007[B  ]| Heap'd in great Chargers, load our sumptuous boards?  
042:28,008[B  ]| Our chearful Guests carowse the sparkling tears 
042:28,009[B  ]| Of the rich Grape, whilst Musick, charms their ears.  
042:28,010[B  ]| Why as we pass, do those on \Xanthus\ shore, 
042:28,011[B  ]| As Gods behold us, and as Gods adore?  
042:28,012[B  ]| But that as well in danger, as degree, 
042:28,013[B  ]| We stand the first; that when our \Lycians\ see 
042:28,014[B  ]| Our brave examples, they admiring say, 
042:28,015[B  ]| Behold our Gallant Leaders!  These are They 
042:28,016[B  ]| Deserve the Greatness; and un-envied stand:  
042:28,017[B  ]| Since what they act, transcends what they command.  
042:28,018[B  ]| Could the declining of this Fate (oh friend) 
042:28,019[B  ]| Our Date to Immortality extend?  
042:28,020[B  ]| Or if Death sought not them, who seek not Death, 
042:28,021[B  ]| Would I advance?  Or should my vainer breath 
042:28,022[B  ]| With such a glorious Folly thee inspire?  
042:28,023[B  ]| But since with Fortune Nature doth conspire, 
042:28,024[B  ]| Since Age, Disease, or some less noble End, 
042:28,025[B  ]| Though not less certain, doth our days attend; 
042:28,026[B  ]| Since 'tis decreed, and to this period lead, 
042:28,027[B  ]| A thousand ways the noblest path we'll tread; 
042:28,028[B  ]| And bravely on, till they, or we, or all, 
042:28,029[B  ]| A common Sacrifice to Honour fall.  
042:29,000['  ]| <\MARTIAL.\ EPIGRAM> 
042:29,000['  ]| <\OUT OF AN EPIGRAM OF\ MARTIAL> 
042:29,001[A  ]| Prithee die and set me free, 
042:29,002[A  ]| Or else be 
042:29,003[A  ]| Kind and brisk, and gay like me; 
042:29,004[A  ]| I pretend not to the wise ones, 
042:29,005[A  ]| To the grave, to the grave, 
042:29,006[A  ]| Or the precise ones.  
042:29,007[A  ]| 'Tis not Cheeks, nor Lips nor Eyes, 
042:29,008[A  ]| That I prize, 
042:29,009[A  ]| Quick Conceits, or sharp Replies, 
042:29,010[A  ]| If wise thou wilt appear, and knowing, 
042:29,011[A  ]| \Repartie, Repartie\ 
042:29,012[A  ]| To what I'm doing.  
042:29,013[A  ]| Prithee why the Room so dark?  
042:29,014[A  ]| Not a Spark 
042:29,015[A  ]| Left to light me to the mark; 
042:29,016[A  ]| I love day-light and a candle, 
042:29,017[A  ]| And to see, and to see, 
042:29,018[A  ]| As well as handle.  
042:29,019[A  ]| Why so many Bolts and Locks, 
042:29,020[A  ]| Coats and Smocks, 
042:29,021[A  ]| And those Drawers with a Pox?  
042:29,022[A  ]| I could wish, could Nature make it, 
042:29,023[A  ]| Nakedness, Nakedness 
042:29,024[A  ]| It self were naked.  
042:29,025[A  ]| But if a Mistress I must have, 
042:29,026[A  ]| Wise and grave, 
042:29,027[A  ]| Let her so her self behave 
042:29,028[A  ]| All the day long \Susan\ Civil, 
042:29,029[A  ]| Pap by night, pap by night 
042:29,030[A  ]| Or such a Divel.  
042:30,000['  ]| <\THE PASSION OF\ DIDO \FOR\ A*ENEAS> 
042:30,001['  ]| Having at large declar'd \Joves\ Ambassy, 
042:30,002['  ]| \Cyllenius\ from \A*Eneas\ straight doth flye; 
042:30,003['  ]| He loth to disobey the Gods command, 
042:30,004['  ]| Nor willing to forsake his pleasant Land, 
042:30,005['  ]| Asham'd the kind \Eliza\ to deceive, 
042:30,006['  ]| But more afraid to take a solemn leave; 
042:30,007['  ]| He many waies his labouring thoughts revolves, 
042:30,008['  ]| But fear o're-comming shame, at last resolves 
042:30,009['  ]| (Instructed by the God of Thieves) to steal 
042:30,010['  ]| Himself away, and his escape conceal.  
042:30,011['  ]| He calls his Captains, bids them Rigg the Fleet, 
042:30,012['  ]| That at the Port they privately should meet; 
042:30,013['  ]| And some dissembled colour to project, 
042:30,014['  ]| That \Dido\ should not their design suspect; 
042:30,015['  ]| But all in vain he did his Plot disguise:  
042:30,016['  ]| No Art a watchful Lover can surprize.  
042:30,017['  ]| She the first motion finds; Love though most sure, 
042:30,018['  ]| Yet always to itself seems unsecure; 
042:30,019['  ]| That wicked Fame which their first Love proclaim'd, 
042:30,020['  ]| Fore-tells the end; The Queen with rage inflam'd 
042:30,021['  ]| Thus greets him, 
042:30,021[B  ]| thou dissembler would'st thou flye 
042:30,022[B  ]| Out of my arms by stealth perfidiously?  
042:30,023[B  ]| Could not the hand I plighted, nor the Love, 
042:30,024[B  ]| Nor thee the Fate of dying \Dido\ move?  
042:30,025[B  ]| And in the depth of Winter in the night, 
042:30,026[B  ]| Dark as thy black designs to take thy flight, 
042:30,027[B  ]| To plow the raging Seas to Coasts unknown, 
042:30,028[B  ]| The Kingdom thou pretend'st to not thine own; 
042:30,029[B  ]| Were \Troy\ restor'd, thou shouldst mistrust a wind 
042:30,030[B  ]| False as thy Vows, and as thy heart unkind.  
042:30,031[B  ]| Fly'st thou from me?  by these dear drops of brine 
042:30,032[B  ]| I thee adjure, by that right hand of thine, 
042:30,033[B  ]| By our Espousals, by our Marriage-bed, 
042:30,034[B  ]| If all my kindness ought have merited; 
042:30,035[B  ]| If ever I stood fair in thy esteem, 
042:30,036[B  ]| From ruine, me, and my lost house redeem.  
042:30,037[B  ]| Cannot my Prayers a free acceptance find?  
042:30,038[B  ]| Nor my Tears soften an obdurate mind?  
042:30,039[B  ]| My Fame of Chastity, by which the Skies 
042:30,040[B  ]| I reacht before, by thee extinguisht dies; 
042:30,041[B  ]| Into my Borders now \Iarbus\ falls, 
042:30,042[B  ]| And my revengeful Brother scales my walls; 
042:30,043[B  ]| The wild \Numidians\ will advantage take, 
042:30,044[B  ]| For thee both \Tyre\ and \Carthage\ me forsake.  
042:30,045[B  ]| Hadst thou before thy flight but left with me 
042:30,046[B  ]| A young \A*Eneas\, who resembling thee, 
042:30,047[B  ]| Might in my sight have sported, I had then 
042:30,048[B  ]| Not wholly lost, nor quite deserted been; 
042:30,049[B  ]| By thee no more my Husband, but my Guest, 
042:30,050[B  ]| Betray'd to mischiefs, or which death's the least.  
042:30,051['  ]| With fixed looks he stands, and in his Breast 
042:30,052['  ]| By \Joves\ command his struggling care supprest; 
042:30,053[C  ]| Great Queen, your favours and deserts so great, 
042:30,054[C  ]| Though numberless, I never shall forget; 
042:30,055[C  ]| No time, until my self I have forgot; 
042:30,056[C  ]| Out of my heart \Eliza's\ name shall blot:  
042:30,057[C  ]| But my unwilling flight the Gods inforce, 
042:30,058[C  ]| And that must justifie our sad Divorce; 
042:30,059[C  ]| Since I must you forsake, would Fate permit, 
042:30,060[C  ]| To my desires I might my fortune fit; 
042:30,061[C  ]| \Troy\ to her Ancient Splendour I would raise, 
042:30,062[C  ]| And where I first began, would end my days; 
042:30,063[C  ]| But since the \Lycian\ Lotts, and \Delphick\ God 
042:30,064[C  ]| Have destin'd \Italy\ for our abode; 
042:30,065[C  ]| Since you proud \Carthage\ (fled from \Tyre\) enjoy, 
042:30,066[C  ]| Why should not \Latium\ us receive from \Troy\?  
042:30,067[C  ]| As for my Son, my Fathers angry Ghost, 
042:30,068[C  ]| Tells me his hopes by my delays are crost, 
042:30,069[C  ]| And mighty \Joves\ Ambassadour appear'd 
042:30,070[C  ]| With the same message, whom I saw and heard; 
042:30,071[C  ]| We both are griev'd when you or I complain, 
042:30,072[C  ]| But much the more, when all complaints are vain; 
042:30,073[C  ]| I call to witness all the Gods and thy 
042:30,074[C  ]| Beloved head, the Coast of \Italy\ 
042:30,075[C  ]| Against my will I seek.  
042:30,076['  ]| Whilst thus he speaks, she rowls her sparkling eyes, 
042:30,077['  ]| Surveys him round, and thus incens'd replies; 
042:30,078[B  ]| Thy Mother was no Goddess, nor thy stock 
042:30,079[B  ]| From \Dardanus\, but in some horrid rock, 
042:30,080[B  ]| Perfidious wretch, rough \Caucasus\ thee bred, 
042:30,081[B  ]| And with their Milk \Hircanian\ Tygers fed.  
042:30,082[B  ]| Dissimulation I shall now forget, 
042:30,083[B  ]| And my reserves of rage in order set; 
042:30,084[B  ]| Could all my Prayers and soft Entreaties force 
042:30,085[B  ]| Sighs from his Breast, or from his look remorse.  
042:30,086[B  ]| Where shall I first complain?  can Mighty \Jove\ 
042:30,087[B  ]| Or \Juno\ such Impieties approve?  
042:30,088[B  ]| The just \Astra*ea\ sure is fled to Hell, 
042:30,089[B  ]| No more in Earth, nor Heaven it self will dwell.  
042:30,090[B  ]| Of Faith!  him on my Coasts by Tempest cast, 
042:30,091[B  ]| Receiving madly, on my Throne I plac'd; 
042:30,092[B  ]| His Men from Famine, and his Fleet from Fire 
042:30,093[B  ]| I rescu'd:  now the \Lycian Lotts\ conspire 
042:30,094[B  ]| With \Pho*ebus\; now \Joves 7Envoye=\ through the Air 
042:30,095[B  ]| Brings dismal tydings, as if such low care 
042:30,096[B  ]| Could reach their thoughts, or their repose disturb; 
042:30,097[B  ]| Thou art a false Impostor, and a 9Fourbe; 
042:30,098[B  ]| Go, go, pursue thy Kingdom through the Main, 
042:30,099[B  ]| I hope if Heaven her Justice still retain, 
042:30,100[B  ]| Thou shalt be wrackt, or cast upon some rock, 
042:30,101[B  ]| Where thou the name of \Dido\ shalt invoke; 
042:30,102[B  ]| I'le follow thee in Funeral flames, when dead 
042:30,103[B  ]| My Ghost shall thee attend at Board and Bed, 
042:30,104[B  ]| And when the Gods on thee their vengeance show, 
042:30,105[B  ]| That welcom news shall comfort me below.  
042:30,106['  ]| This saying, from his hated sight she fled; 
042:30,107['  ]| Conducted by her Damsels to her bed; 
042:30,108['  ]| Yet restless she arose, and looking out, 
042:30,109['  ]| Beholds the Fleet, and hears the Seamen shout:  
042:30,110['  ]| When great \A*Eneas\ pass'd before the Guard, 
042:30,111['  ]| To make a view how all things were prepar'd.  
042:30,112['  ]| Ah cruel Love!  to what dost thou inforce 
042:30,113['  ]| Poor Mortal Breasts?  again she hath recourse 
042:30,114['  ]| To Tears, and Prayers, again she feels the smart 
042:30,115['  ]| Of a fresh wound from his tyrannick Dart.  
042:30,116['  ]| That she no ways nor means may leave untry'd, 
042:30,117['  ]| Thus to her Sister she her self apply'd:  
042:30,118[B  ]| Dear Sister, my resentment had not been 
042:30,119[B  ]| So moving, if this Fate I had fore-seen; 
042:30,120[B  ]| Therefore to me this last kind office do, 
042:30,121[B  ]| Thou hast some interest in our scornful Foe, 
042:30,122[B  ]| He trusts to thee the Counsels of his mind, 
042:30,123[B  ]| Thou his soft hours, and free access canst find; 
042:30,124[B  ]| Tell him I sent not to the \Ilian\ Coast 
042:30,125[B  ]| My Fleet to aid the \Greeks\; his Fathers Ghost 
042:30,126[B  ]| I never did disturb; ask him to lend 
042:30,127[B  ]| To this the last request that I shall send, 
042:30,128[B  ]| A gentle Ear; I wish that he may find 
042:30,129[B  ]| A happy passage, and a prosp'rous wind.  
042:30,130[B  ]| That contract I not plead, which he betray'd, 
042:30,131[B  ]| Nor that his promis'd Conquest be delay'd; 
042:30,132[B  ]| All that I ask, is but a short Reprieve, 
042:30,133[B  ]| Till I forget to love, and learn to grieve; 
042:30,134[B  ]| Some pause and respite only I require, 
042:30,135[B  ]| Till with my tears I shall have quencht my fire.  
042:30,136[B  ]| If thy address can but obtain one day 
042:30,137[B  ]| Or two, my Death that service shall repay.  
042:30,138['  ]| Thus she intreats; such message with tears 
042:30,139['  ]| Condoling \Anne\ to him, and from him bears; 
042:30,140['  ]| But him no Prayers, no Arguments can move, 
042:30,141['  ]| The Fates resist, his Ears are stopt by \Jove\:  
042:30,142['  ]| As when fierce Northern blasts from th' \Alpes\ descend, 
042:30,143['  ]| From his firm roots with struggling gusts to rend 
042:30,144['  ]| An aged sturdy Oak, the ratling sound 
042:30,145['  ]| Grows loud, with leaves and scatter'd arms the ground 
042:30,146['  ]| Is over-layd; yet he stands fixt, as high 
042:30,147['  ]| As his proud head is raised towards the Sky, 
042:30,148['  ]| So low towards Hell his roots descend.  With Pray'rs 
042:30,149['  ]| And Tears the \Hero\ thus assail'd, great cares 
042:30,150['  ]| He smothers in his Breast, yet keeps his Post, 
042:30,151['  ]| All their addresses and their labour lost.  
042:30,152['  ]| Then she deceives her Sister with a smile, 
042:30,153['  ]| \Anne\ in the Inner Court erects a Pile; 
042:30,154[B  ]| Thereon his Arms and once lov'd Portraict lay, 
042:30,155[B  ]| Thither our fatal Marriage-bed convey; 
042:30,156[B  ]| All cursed Monuments of him with fire 
042:30,157[B  ]| We must abolish (so the Gods require) 
042:30,158['  ]| She gives her credit, for no worse effect 
042:30,159['  ]| Then from \Sicha*eus\ death she did suspect, 
042:30,160['  ]| And her commands obeys.  
042:30,161['  ]| \Aurora\ now had left \Tithonus\ bed, 
042:30,162['  ]| And o're the world her blushing Raies did spread; 
042:30,163['  ]| The Queen beheld as soon as day appear'd, 
042:30,164['  ]| The Navy under Sail, the Haven clear'd; 
042:30,165['  ]| Thrice with her hand her Naked Breast she knocks, 
042:30,166['  ]| And from her forehead tears her Golden Locks.  
042:30,167[B  ]| O \Jove\, 
042:30,167['  ]| she cry'd, 
042:30,167[B  ]| and shall he thus delude 
042:30,168[B  ]| Me and my Realm!  why is he not pursu'd?  
042:30,169[B  ]| Arm, Arm, 
042:30,169['  ]| she cry'd, 
042:30,169[B  ]| and let our \Tyrians\ board 
042:30,170[B  ]| With ours his Fleet, and carry Fire and Sword; 
042:30,171[B  ]| Leave nothing unattempted to destroy 
042:30,172[B  ]| That perjur'd Race, then let us dye with joy; 
042:30,173[B  ]| What if the event of War uncertain were, 
042:30,174[B  ]| Nor death, nor danger, can the desperate fear?  
042:30,175[B  ]| But oh too late!  this thing I should have done, 
042:30,176[B  ]| When first I plac'd the Traytor on my Throne.  
042:30,177[B  ]| Behold the Faith of him who sav'd from fire 
042:30,178[B  ]| His honour'd houshold gods, his Aged Sire 
042:30,179[B  ]| His Pious shoulders from \Troy's\ Flames did bear; 
042:30,180[B  ]| Why did I not his Carcase piece-meal tear 
042:30,181[B  ]| And cast it in the Sea?  why not destroy 
042:30,182[B  ]| All his Companions and beloved Boy 
042:30,183[B  ]| \Asconius\?  and his tender limbs have drest, 
042:30,184[B  ]| And made the Father on the Son to Feast?  
042:30,185[B  ]| Thou Sun, whose lustre all things here below 
042:30,186[B  ]| Surveys; and \Juno\ conscious of my woe; 
042:30,187[B  ]| Revengeful Furies, and Queen \Hecate\, 
042:30,188[B  ]| Receive and grant my prayer!  if he the Sea 
042:30,189[B  ]| Must needs escape, and reach th' \Ausonian\ land, 
042:30,190[B  ]| If \Jove\ decree it, \Jove's\ decree must stand; 
042:30,191[B  ]| When landed, may he be with arms opprest 
042:30,192[B  ]| By his rebelling people, be distrest 
042:30,193[B  ]| By exile from his Country, be divorc'd 
042:30,194[B  ]| From young \Asconius\ sight, and be enforc'd 
042:30,195[B  ]| To implore Forrein aids, and lose his Friends 
042:30,196[B  ]| By violent and undeserved ends:  
042:30,197[B  ]| When to condition of unequal Peace 
042:30,198[B  ]| He shall submit, then may he not possess 
042:30,199[B  ]| Kingdom nor Life, and find his Funeral 
042:30,200[B  ]| I' th' Sands, when he before his day shall fall:  
042:30,201[B  ]| And ye oh \Tyrians\ with immortal hate 
042:30,202[B  ]| Pursue his race, this service dedicate 
042:30,203[B  ]| To my deplored ashes; let there be 
042:30,204[B  ]| 'Twixt us and them no League nor Amity; 
042:30,205[B  ]| May from my bones a new \Achilles\ rise, 
042:30,206[B  ]| That shall infest the \Trojan\ Colonies 
042:30,207[B  ]| With Fire, and Sword, and Famine, when at length 
042:30,208[B  ]| Time to our great attempts contributes strength; 
042:30,209[B  ]| Our Seas, our Shores, our Armies theirs oppose, 
042:30,210[B  ]| And may our Children be for ever Foes.  
042:30,211['  ]| A ghastly paleness deaths approach portends, 
042:30,212['  ]| Then trembling she the fatal pile ascends; 
042:30,213['  ]| Viewing the \Trojan\ relicks, she unsheath'd 
042:30,214['  ]| \A*Eneas\ Sword, not for that use bequeath'd:  
042:30,215['  ]| Then on the guilty bed she gently lays 
042:30,216['  ]| Her self, and softly thus lamenting prays:  
042:30,217[B  ]| Dear Reliques whilst that Gods and Fates gave leave, 
042:30,218[B  ]| Free me from care, and my glad soul receive; 
042:30,219[B  ]| That date which fortune gave I now must end, 
042:30,220[B  ]| And to the shades a noble Ghost descend; 
042:30,221[B  ]| \Sicha*eus\ blood by his false Brother spilt, 
042:30,222[B  ]| I have reveng'd, and a proud City built; 
042:30,223[B  ]| Happy, alas!  too happy I had liv'd, 
042:30,224[B  ]| Had not the \Trojan\ on my Coast arriv'd; 
042:30,225[B  ]| But shall I dye without revenge?  yet dye, 
042:30,226[B  ]| Thus, thus with joy to thy \Sicha*eus\ flye.  
042:30,227[B  ]| My conscious Foe my Funeral fire shall view 
042:30,228[B  ]| From Sea, and may that Omen him pursue.  
042:30,229['  ]| Her fainting hand let fall the Sword besmear'd 
042:30,230['  ]| With blood, and then the Mortal wound appear'd; 
042:30,231['  ]| Through all the Court the fright and clamours rise, 
042:30,232['  ]| Which the whole City fills with fears and cries, 
042:30,233['  ]| As loud as if her \Carthage\, or old \Tyre\ 
042:30,234['  ]| The Foe had entred, and had set on Fire:  
042:30,235['  ]| Amazed \Anne\ with speed ascends the stairs, 
042:30,236['  ]| And in her arms her dying Sister rears:  
042:30,237[D  ]| Did you for this, your self and me beguile 
042:30,238[D  ]| For sucn an end did I erect this Pile?  
042:30,239[D  ]| Did you so much despise me, in this Fate 
042:30,240[D  ]| My self with you not to associate?  
042:30,241[D  ]| Your self and me, alas!  this fatal wound 
042:30,242[D  ]| The Senate, and the People, doth confound.  
042:30,243[D  ]| I'le wash her Wound with Tears, and at her Death, 
042:30,244[D  ]| My Lips from hers shall draw her parting Breath.  
042:30,245['  ]| Then with her Vest the Wound she wipes and dries; 
042:30,246['  ]| Thrice with her Arm the Queen attempts to rise, 
042:30,247['  ]| But her strength failing, falls into a swound, 
042:30,248['  ]| Life's last efforts yet striving with her Wound; 
042:30,249['  ]| Thrice on her Bed she turns, with wandring sight 
042:30,250['  ]| Seeking, she groans when she beheld the light; 
042:30,251['  ]| Then \Juno\ pitying her disastrous Fate, 
042:30,252['  ]| Sends \Iris\ down, her Pangs to Mitigate, 
042:30,253['  ]| (Since if we fall before th' appointed day, 
042:30,254['  ]| Nature and Death continue long their Fray) 
042:30,255['  ]| \Iris\ Descends; 
042:30,255[E  ]| this Fatal lock 
042:30,255['  ]| (says she) 
042:30,256[E  ]| To \Pluto\ I bequeath, and set thee free, 
042:30,257['  ]| Then clips her Hair, cold Numness strait bereaves 
042:30,258['  ]| Her Corps of sense, and th' Ayr her Soul receives.  
042:31,000['  ]| <\OF PRUDENCE, OF JUSTICE\> 
042:31,000['  ]| <\OF PRUDENCE\> 
042:31,001[A  ]| Wisdoms first Progress is to take a View 
042:31,002[A  ]| What's decent or un-decent, false or true.  
042:31,003[A  ]| Hee's truly Prudent, who can separate 
042:31,004[A  ]| Honest from Vile, and still adhere to that; 
042:31,005[A  ]| Their difference to measure, and to reach, 
042:31,006[A  ]| Reason well rectify'd must Nature teach.  
042:31,007[A  ]| And these high Scrutinies are subjects fit 
042:31,008[A  ]| For Man's all-searching and enquiring wit; 
042:31,009[A  ]| That search of Knowledge did from \Adam\ flow; 
042:31,010[A  ]| Who wants it, yet abhors his wants to show.  
042:31,011[A  ]| Wisdom of what her self approves, makes choice, 
042:31,012[A  ]| Nor is led Captive by the Common voice.  
042:31,013[A  ]| Clear-sighted Reason Wisdoms Judgment leads, 
042:31,014[A  ]| And Sense, her Vassal, in her footsteps treads.  
042:31,015[A  ]| That thou to Truth the perfect way may'st know, 
042:31,016[A  ]| To thee all specifick forms I'le show; 
042:31,017[A  ]| He that the way to Honesty will learn, 
042:31,018[A  ]| First what's to be avoided must discern.  
042:31,019[A  ]| Thy self from flattering self-conceit defend, 
042:31,020[A  ]| Nor what thou dost not know, to know pretend.  
042:31,021[A  ]| Some secrets deep in abstruse Darkness lye; 
042:31,022[A  ]| To search them, thou wilt need a piercing Eye.  
042:31,023[A  ]| Not rashly therefore to such things assent, 
042:31,024[A  ]| Which undeceiv'd, thou after may'st repent; 
042:31,025[A  ]| Study and Time in these must thee instruct, 
042:31,026[A  ]| And others old experience may conduct.  
042:31,027[A  ]| Wisdom her self her Ear doth often lend 
042:31,028[A  ]| To Counsel offer'd by a faithful Friend.  
042:31,029[A  ]| In equal Scales two doubtful matters lay, 
042:31,030[A  ]| Thou may'st chuse safely that which most doth weigh; 
042:31,031[A  ]| 'Tis not secure, this place, or that to guard, 
042:31,032[A  ]| If any other entrance stand unbarr'd; 
042:31,033[A  ]| He that escapes the Serpents Teeth, may rail 
042:31,034[A  ]| If he himself secure not from his Tayl.  
042:31,035[A  ]| Who saith, who could such ill events expect?  
042:31,036[A  ]| With shame on his own Counsels doth reflect; 
042:31,037[A  ]| Most in the World doth self-conceit deceive, 
042:31,038[A  ]| Who just and good, what e're they act, believe; 
042:31,039[A  ]| To their Wills wedded, to their Errours slaves, 
042:31,040[A  ]| No man (like them) they think himself behaves.  
042:31,041[A  ]| This stiff-neckt Pride, nor Art, nor Force, can bend, 
042:31,042[A  ]| Nor high-flown hopes to Reasons Lure descend.  
042:31,043[A  ]| Fathers sometimes their Childrens Faults regard.  
042:31,044[A  ]| With Pleasure, and their Crimes with gifts reward.  
042:31,045[A  ]| Ill Painters when they draw, and Poets write, 
042:31,046[A  ]| \Virgil\ and \Titian\, (self admiring) slight; 
042:31,047[A  ]| Then all they do, like Gold and Pearl appears, 
042:31,048[A  ]| And others actions are but Dirt to theirs; 
042:31,049[A  ]| They that so highly think themselves above 
042:31,050[A  ]| All other Men, themselves can only Love; 
042:31,051[A  ]| Reason and Vertue, all that Man can boast 
042:31,052[A  ]| O're other Creatures, in those Brutes are lost.  
042:31,053[A  ]| Observe (if thee this Fatal Errour touch, 
042:31,054[A  ]| Thou to thy self contributing too much) 
042:31,055[A  ]| Those who are generous, humble, just, and wise, 
042:31,056[A  ]| Who nor their Gold, nor themselves Idolize; 
042:31,057[A  ]| To form thy self by their Example, learn, 
042:31,058[A  ]| (For many Eyes can more then one discern) 
042:31,059[A  ]| But yet beware of Councels when too full, 
042:31,060[A  ]| Number makes long disputes and graveness dull; 
042:31,061[A  ]| Though their advice be good, their Counsel wise, 
042:31,062[A  ]| Yet Length still loses Opportunities:  
042:31,063[A  ]| Debate destroys dispatch; as Fruits we see 
042:31,064[A  ]| Rot, when they hang too long upon the Tree; 
042:31,065[A  ]| In vain that Husbandman his Seed doth sow, 
042:31,066[A  ]| If he his Crop, not in due season mow.  
042:31,067[A  ]| A General sets his Army in Array 
042:31,068[A  ]| In vain, unless he Fight, and win the day.  
042:31,069[A  ]| 'Tis Vertuous Action that must Praise bring forth, 
042:31,070[A  ]| Without which, slow advice is little worth.  
042:31,071[A  ]| Yet they who give good Counsel, Praise deserve, 
042:31,072[A  ]| Though in the active part they cannot serve:  
042:31,073[A  ]| In action, Learned Counsellours their Age, 
042:31,074[A  ]| Profession, or Disease, forbids t' ingage.  
042:31,075[A  ]| Nor to Philosophers is praise deny'd, 
042:31,076[A  ]| Whose wise Instructions After-ages guide; 
042:31,077[A  ]| Yet vainly most their Age in study spend; 
042:31,078[A  ]| No end of writing Books, and to no end:  
042:31,079[A  ]| Beating their brains for strange and hidden things, 
042:31,080[A  ]| Whose Knowledge, nor Delight, nor Profit brings; 
042:31,081[A  ]| Themselves with doubts both day and night perplex, 
042:31,082[A  ]| Nor Gentle Reader please, or teach, but vex.  
042:31,083[A  ]| Books should to one of these four ends conduce, 
042:31,084[A  ]| For Wisdom, Piety, Delight, or Use.  
042:31,085[A  ]| What need we gaze upon the spangled Sky?  
042:31,086[A  ]| Or into Matters hidden Causes pry?  
042:31,087[A  ]| To describe every City, Stream, or Hill 
042:31,088[A  ]| I'th World, our fancy with vain Arts to fill?  
042:31,089[A  ]| What is't to hear a Sophister that pleads, 
042:31,090[A  ]| Who by the Ears the deceiv'd Audience leads?  
042:31,091[A  ]| If we were wise, these things we should not mind, 
042:31,092[A  ]| But more delight in easie matters find.  
042:31,093[A  ]| Learn to live well, that thou may'st dye so too; 
042:31,094[A  ]| To live and dye is all we have to do:  
042:31,095[A  ]| The way (if no Digression's made) is even, 
042:31,096[A  ]| And free access, if we but ask, is given.  
042:31,097[A  ]| Then seek to know those things which make us blest, 
042:31,098[A  ]| And having found them, lock them in thy Breast; 
042:31,099[A  ]| Enquiring then the way, go on, nor slack, 
042:31,100[A  ]| But mend thy pace, nor think of going back.  
042:31,101[A  ]| Some their whole Age in these enquiries wast, 
042:31,102[A  ]| And dye like Fools before one step they past; 
042:31,103[A  ]| 'Tis strange to know the way, and not t' advance, 
042:31,104[A  ]| That Knowledge is far worse then Ignorance.  
042:31,105[A  ]| The Learned teach, but what they teach, not do; 
042:31,106[A  ]| And standing still themselves, make others go.  
042:31,107[A  ]| In vain on Study, time away we throw, 
042:31,108[A  ]| When we forbear to act the things we know.  
042:31,109[A  ]| The Souldier that Philosopher well blam'd, 
042:31,110[A  ]| Who long and loudly in the Schools declaim'd; 
042:31,111@b   | Tell 
042:31,111[A  ]| (said the Souldier) 
042:31,111@b   | venerable Sir 
042:31,112@b   | Why all these Words, this Clamour, and this stir?  
042:31,113@b   | Why do disputes in wrangling spend the day?  
042:31,114@b   | Whilst one says only yea, and t' other nay.  
042:31,115@c   | Oh, 
042:31,115[A  ]| said the Doctor, 
042:31,115@c   | we for Wisdom toyl'd, 
042:31,116@c   | For which none toyls too much:  
042:31,116[A  ]| the Souldier smil'd; 
042:31,117@b   | Y' are gray and old, and to some pious use 
042:31,118@b   | This mass of Treasure you should now reduce:  
042:31,119@b   | But you your store have hoarded in some bank, 
042:31,120@b   | For which th' Infernal Spirits shall you thank.  
042:31,121[A  ]| Let what thou learnest be by practise shown, 
042:31,122[A  ]| 'Tis said, that Wisdoms Children make her known.  
042:31,123[A  ]| What's good doth open to th' enquirer stand, 
042:31,124[A  ]| And it self offers to th' accepting hand; 
042:31,125[A  ]| All things by Order and true Measures done, 
042:31,126[A  ]| Wisdom will end, as well as she begun.  
042:31,127[A  ]| Let early care thy main Concerns secure, 
042:31,128[A  ]| Things of less moment may delays endure:  
042:31,129[A  ]| Men do not for their Servants first prepare, 
042:31,130[A  ]| And of their Wives and Children, quit the care; 
042:31,131[A  ]| Yet when we're sick, the Doctor's fetch't in haste, 
042:31,132[A  ]| Leaving our great concernment to the last.  
042:31,133[A  ]| When we are well, our hearts are only set 
042:31,134[A  ]| (Which way we care not) to be Rich, or Great; 
042:31,135[A  ]| What shall become of all that we have got; 
042:31,136[A  ]| We only know that us it follows not; 
042:31,137[A  ]| And what a trifle is a moments Breath, 
042:31,138[A  ]| Laid in the Scale with everlasting Death?  
042:31,139[A  ]| What's Time, when on Eternity we think?  
042:31,140[A  ]| A thousand Ages in that Sea must sink; 
042:31,141[A  ]| Time's nothing but a word, a million 
042:31,142[A  ]| Is full as far from Infinite as one.  
042:31,143[A  ]| To whom thou much dost owe, thou much must pay, 
042:31,144[A  ]| Think on the Debt against th' accompting-day; 
042:31,145[A  ]| God, who to thee, Reason and Knowledge lent, 
042:31,146[A  ]| Will ask how these two Talents have been spent.  
042:31,147[A  ]| Let not low Pleasures thy high Reason blind, 
042:31,148[A  ]| He's mad, that seeks what no man e're could find.  
042:31,149[A  ]| Why should we fondly please our Sense, wherein 
042:31,150[A  ]| Beasts us exceed, nor feel the stings of sin?  
042:31,151[A  ]| What thoughts Mans Reason better can become, 
042:31,152[A  ]| Then th' expectation of his welcom home?  
042:31,153[A  ]| Lords of the World have but for Life their Lease, 
042:31,154[A  ]| And that too, (if the Lessor please) must cease.  
042:31,155[A  ]| Death cancels Natures Bonds, but for our Deeds 
042:31,156[A  ]| (That Debts first paid) a strict account succeeds; 
042:31,157[A  ]| If here not clear'd, no Surety-ship can Bail 
042:31,158[A  ]| Condemned Debtors from th' Eternal Goal; 
042:31,159[A  ]| Christ's Blood's our Balsom, if that cures us here, 
042:31,160[A  ]| Him, when our Judge, we shall not find severe; 
042:31,161[A  ]| His yoke is easie, when by us embrac'd, 
042:31,162[A  ]| But loads and galls, if on our Necks 'tis cast.  
042:31,163[A  ]| Be just in all thy actions, and if joyn'd 
042:31,164[A  ]| With those that are not, never change thy mind; 
042:31,165[A  ]| If ought obstruct thy course, yet stand not still, 
042:31,166[A  ]| But wind about, till thou have topp'd the Hill; 
042:31,167[A  ]| To the same end Men several Paths may tread, 
042:31,168[A  ]| As many Doors into one Temple lead; 
042:31,169[A  ]| And the same hand into a fist may close, 
042:31,170[A  ]| Which instantly a Palm expanded shows:  
042:31,171[A  ]| Justice and Faith never forsake the Wise, 
042:31,172[A  ]| Yet may occasion put him in Disguise; 
042:31,173[A  ]| Not turning like the wind, but if the state 
042:31,174[A  ]| Of things much change, he is not obstinate; 
042:31,175[A  ]| Things past, and future with the present weighs, 
042:31,176[A  ]| Nor credulous of what vain rumour says:  
042:31,177[A  ]| Few things by Wisdom are at first believ'd, 
042:31,178[A  ]| An easie Ear deceives, and is deceiv'd; 
042:31,179[A  ]| For many Truths have often past for Lies, 
042:31,180[A  ]| And Lies as often put on Truths Disguise:  
042:31,181[A  ]| As Flattery too oft like Friendship shows, 
042:31,182[A  ]| So then, who speak plain Truth we think our Foes.  
042:31,183[A  ]| No quick reply to dubious questions make, 
042:31,184[A  ]| Suspence and caution still prevent mistake.  
042:31,185[A  ]| When any great design thou dost intend, 
042:31,186[A  ]| Think on the means, the manner, and the end:  
042:31,187[A  ]| All great Concernments must delays endure; 
042:31,188[A  ]| Rashness and haste make all things unsecure:  
042:31,189[A  ]| And if uncertain thy Pretensions be, 
042:31,190[A  ]| Stay till fit time wear out uncertainty; 
042:31,191[A  ]| But if to unjust things thou dost pretend, 
042:31,192[A  ]| E're they begin let thy Pretensions end.  
042:31,193[A  ]| Let thy Discourse be such, that thou may'st give 
042:31,194[A  ]| Profit to others, or from them receive:  
042:31,195[A  ]| Instruct the Ignorant, to those that live 
042:31,196[A  ]| Under thy care, good rules and patterns give; 
042:31,197[A  ]| Nor is't the least of Vertues, to relieve 
042:31,198[A  ]| Those whom afflictions or oppressions grieve.  
042:31,199[A  ]| Commend but sparingly whom thou dost love; 
042:31,200[A  ]| But less condemn whom thou dost not approve:  
042:31,201[A  ]| Thy Friend, like Flattery, too much Praise doth wrong, 
042:31,202[A  ]| And too sharp censure shews an evil tongue:  
042:31,203[A  ]| But let inviolate Truth be always dear 
042:31,204[A  ]| To thee, even before Friendship, Truth prefer; 
042:31,205[A  ]| Then what thou mean'st to give, still promise less; 
042:31,206[A  ]| Hold fast the Power, thy Promise to increase:  
042:31,207[A  ]| Look forward what's to come, and back what's past, 
042:31,208[A  ]| Thy life will be with Praise and Prudence grac'd:  
042:31,209[A  ]| What loss, or gain may follow thou may'st guess, 
042:31,210[A  ]| Thou then wilt be secure of the success; 
042:31,211[A  ]| Yet be not always on affairs intent, 
042:31,212[A  ]| But let thy thoughts be easie, and unbent; 
042:31,213[A  ]| When our Minds Eyes are dis-ingag'd and free, 
042:31,214[A  ]| They clearer, farther, and distinctly see; 
042:31,215[A  ]| They quicken sloth, perplexities untye, 
042:31,216[A  ]| Make roughness smooth, and hardness mollifie; 
042:31,217[A  ]| And though our hands from labour are releast, 
042:31,218[A  ]| Yet our minds find (even when we sleep) no rest.  
042:31,219[A  ]| Search not to find how other Men offend, 
042:31,220[A  ]| But by that Glass thy own offences mend; 
042:31,221[A  ]| Still seek to learn, yet care not much from whom, 
042:31,222[A  ]| (So it be Learning) or from whence it come.  
042:31,223[A  ]| Of thy own actions, others judgments learn, 
042:31,224[A  ]| Often by small, great matters we discern:  
042:31,225[A  ]| Youth, what Mans age is like to be doth show; 
042:31,226[A  ]| We may our Ends by our Beginnings know.  
042:31,227[A  ]| Let none direct thee what to do or say, 
042:31,228[A  ]| Till thee thy Judgment of the Matter sway; 
042:31,229[A  ]| Let not the pleasing many, thee Delight, 
042:31,230[A  ]| First Judge, if those whom thou dost please, judge right.  
042:31,231[A  ]| Search not to find what lies too deeply hid, 
042:31,232[A  ]| Nor to know things, whose knowledge is forbid; 
042:31,233[A  ]| Nor climb on Pyramids, which thy head turns round 
042:31,234[A  ]| Standing, and whence no safe Descent is found:  
042:31,235[A  ]| In vain his Nerves, and Faculties he strains 
042:31,236[A  ]| To rise, whose raising unsecure remains:  
042:31,237[A  ]| They whom Desert and Favour forwards thrust, 
042:31,238[A  ]| Are wise, when they their measures can adjust.  
042:31,239[A  ]| When well at ease, and happy, live content, 
042:31,240[A  ]| And then consider why that life was lent; 
042:31,241[A  ]| When Wealthy, shew thy Wisdom not to be 
042:31,242[A  ]| To Wealth a Servant, but make Wealth serve thee.  
042:31,243[A  ]| Though all alone, yet nothing think or do, 
042:31,244[A  ]| Which nor a Witness, nor a Judge might know.  
042:31,245[A  ]| The highest Hill, is the most slippery place, 
042:31,246[A  ]| And Fortune mocks us with a smiling face; 
042:31,247[A  ]| And her unsteady hand hath often plac'd 
042:31,248[A  ]| Men in high Power, but seldom holds them fast; 
042:31,249[A  ]| Against her then her forces Prudence joyns, 
042:31,250[A  ]| And to the Golden Mean her self confines.  
042:31,251[A  ]| More in Prosperity is Reason tost, 
042:31,252[A  ]| Then Ships in Storms, their Helms and Anchors lost; 
042:31,253[A  ]| Before fair Gales not all our Sayls we bear, 
042:31,254[A  ]| But with side Winds into safe Harbours steer; 
042:31,255[A  ]| More Ships in Calms on a deceitful Coast, 
042:31,256[A  ]| Or unseen Rocks, then in high Storms are lost.  
042:31,257[A  ]| Who casts our threats and frowns, no man deceives, 
042:31,258[A  ]| Time for resistance, and defence he gives; 
042:31,259[A  ]| But Flattery still in sugar'd words betrays 
042:31,260[A  ]| And Poyson in high tasted Meats conveys; 
042:31,261[A  ]| So, Fortunes smiles unguarded Man surprize, 
042:31,262[A  ]| But when she frowns, he arms, and her defies.  
042:32,000['  ]| <\OF JUSTICE\> 
042:32,001[A  ]| 'Tis the first Sanction, Nature gave to Man, 
042:32,002[A  ]| Each other to assist in what they can; 
042:32,003[A  ]| Just or unjust, this Law for ever stands, 
042:32,004[A  ]| All things are good by Law which she commands; 
042:32,005[A  ]| The first step, Man towards Christ must justly live, 
042:32,006[A  ]| Who t' us himself, and all we have did give; 
042:32,007[A  ]| In vain doth man the name of Just expect, 
042:32,008[A  ]| If his Devotions he to God neglect; 
042:32,009[A  ]| So must we reverence God, as first to know 
042:32,010[A  ]| Justice from him, not from our selves doth flow; 
042:32,011[A  ]| God those accepts who to Mankind are Friends, 
042:32,012[A  ]| Whose Justice far as their own Power extends; 
042:32,013[A  ]| In that they imitate the Power Divine, 
042:32,014[A  ]| The Sun alike on Good and Bad doth shine; 
042:32,015[A  ]| And he that doth no Good, although no Ill, 
042:32,016[A  ]| Does not the office of the Just fulfil.  
042:32,017[A  ]| Virtue doth Man to virtuous actions steer, 
042:32,018[A  ]| 'Tis not enough that he should Vice forbear; 
042:32,019[A  ]| We live not only for our selves to care, 
042:32,020[A  ]| Whilst they that want it are deny'd their share.  
042:32,021[A  ]| Wise \Plato\ said, the world with men was stor'd, 
042:32,022[A  ]| That succour each to other might afford; 
042:32,023[A  ]| Nor are those succours to one sort confin'd, 
042:32,024[A  ]| But several parts to several men consign'd; 
042:32,025[A  ]| He that of his own stores no part can give, 
042:32,026[A  ]| May with his Counsel or his Hands relieve.  
042:32,027[A  ]| If Fortune make thee powerful, give Defence 
042:32,028[A  ]| 'Gainst Fraud, and Force, to naked Innocence:  
042:32,029[A  ]| And when our Justice doth her Tributes pay, 
042:32,030[A  ]| Method and Order must direct the way:  
042:32,031[A  ]| First to our God we must with Reverence bow, 
042:32,032[A  ]| The second honour to our Prince we owe; 
042:32,033[A  ]| Next to Wives, Parents, Children, fit respect, 
042:32,034[A  ]| And to our Friends and Kindred we direct:  
042:32,035[A  ]| Then we must those, who groan beneath the weight 
042:32,036[A  ]| Of Age, Disease, or Want, commiserate:  
042:32,037[A  ]| 'Mongst those whom honest Lives can recommend, 
042:32,038[A  ]| Our Justice more compassion should extend; 
042:32,039[A  ]| To such, who thee in some distress did aid, 
042:32,040[A  ]| Thy Debts of thanks with Interest should be paid:  
042:32,041[A  ]| As \Hesiod\ sings, spread waters o're thy field, 
042:32,042[A  ]| And a most just and glad increase 'twill yield; 
042:32,043[A  ]| But yet take heed, lest doing good to one, 
042:32,044[A  ]| Mischief and wrong be to another done; 
042:32,045[A  ]| Such moderation with thy bounty joyn, 
042:32,046[A  ]| That thou may'st nothing give that is not thine; 
042:32,047[A  ]| That Liberality is but cast away, 
042:32,048[A  ]| Which makes us borrow what we cannot pay:  
042:32,049[A  ]| And no access to wealth let Rapine bring; 
042:32,050[A  ]| Do nothing that's not just, to be a King.  
042:32,051[A  ]| Justice must be from Violence exempt, 
042:32,052[A  ]| But Fraud's her only Object of Contempt.  
042:32,053[A  ]| Fraud in the Fox, Force in the Lyon dwells; 
042:32,054[A  ]| But Justice both from humane hearts expels; 
042:32,055[A  ]| But he's the greatest Monster (without doubt) 
042:32,056[A  ]| Who is a Wolf within, a Sheep without; 
042:32,057[A  ]| Nor only ill injurious actions are, 
042:32,058[A  ]| But evil words and slanders bear their share.  
042:32,059[A  ]| Truth Justice loves, and Truth Injustice fears, 
042:32,060[A  ]| Truth above all things a Just man reveres:  
042:32,061[A  ]| Though not by Oaths we God to witness call, 
042:32,062[A  ]| He sees and hears, and still remembers all; 
042:32,063[A  ]| And yet our attestations we may wrest, 
042:32,064[A  ]| Sometimes to make the Truth most manifest; 
042:32,065[A  ]| If by a Lye a man preserve his Faith, 
042:32,066[A  ]| He Pardon, Leave, and absolution hath; 
042:32,067[A  ]| Or if I break my Promise, which to thee 
042:32,068[A  ]| Would bring no good, but prejudice to me.  
042:32,069[A  ]| All things committed to thy trust, conceal, 
042:32,070[A  ]| Nor what's forbid by any means reveal.  
042:32,071[A  ]| Express thy self in plain, not doubtful words, 
042:32,072[A  ]| That, ground for Quarrels or Disputes affords:  
042:32,073[A  ]| Unless thou find occasion, hold thy tongue, 
042:32,074[A  ]| Thy self or others, careless talk may wrong.  
042:32,075[A  ]| When thou art called into public Power, 
042:32,076[A  ]| And when a crowd of Suiters throng thy Door, 
042:32,077[A  ]| Be sure no great Offenders 'scape their dooms, 
042:32,078[A  ]| Small praise from Lenity and Remissness comes; 
042:32,079[A  ]| Crimes pardoned, others to those Crimes invite, 
042:32,080[A  ]| Whilst Lookers on, severe Examples fright:  
042:32,081[A  ]| When by a pardon'd Murderer blood is spilt, 
042:32,082[A  ]| The Judge that pardon'd, hath the greatest guilt; 
042:32,083[A  ]| Who accuse Rigour, make a gross mistake, 
042:32,084[A  ]| One Criminal pardon'd, may an hundred make; 
042:32,085[A  ]| When Justice on Offenders is not done, 
042:32,086[A  ]| Law, Government, Commerce, are overthrown; 
042:32,087[A  ]| As besieg'd Traytors with the Foe conspire, 
042:32,088[A  ]| T' unlock the Gates, and set the Town on Fire.  
042:32,089[A  ]| Yet let not Punishment th' Offence exceed, 
042:32,090[A  ]| Justice with Weight and Measure must proceed:  
042:32,091[A  ]| Yet when pronouncing sentence, seem not glad, 
042:32,092[A  ]| Such Spectacles, though they are just, are sad; 
042:32,093[A  ]| Though what thou dost, thou ought'st not to repent, 
042:32,094[A  ]| Yet Humane Bowels cannot but relent; 
042:32,095[A  ]| Rather then all must suffer, some must dye; 
042:32,096[A  ]| Yet Nature must condole their misery; 
042:32,097[A  ]| And yet if many equal guilt involve, 
042:32,098[A  ]| Thou may'st not these condemn, and those absolve.  
042:32,099[A  ]| Justice when equal Scales she holds, is blind, 
042:32,100[A  ]| Nor Cruelty, nor Mercy, change her mind; 
042:32,101[A  ]| When some escape for that which others dye, 
042:32,102[A  ]| Mercy to those, to these is Cruelty.  
042:32,103[A  ]| A fine and slender Net the Spider weaves, 
042:32,104[A  ]| Which little and light Animals receives; 
042:32,105[A  ]| And if she catch a common Bee or Flye, 
042:32,106[A  ]| They with a piteous groan, and murmur dye; 
042:32,107[A  ]| But if a Wasp or Hornet she entrap, 
042:32,108[A  ]| They tear her Cords like \Sampson\, and escape; 
042:32,109[A  ]| So like a flye the poor Offender dyes; 
042:32,110[A  ]| But like the Wasp, the Rich escapes, and flyes.  
042:32,111[A  ]| Do not if one but lightly thee offend, 
042:32,112[A  ]| The punishment beyond the Crime extend; 
042:32,113[A  ]| Or after warning the Offence forget; 
042:32,114[A  ]| So God himself our failings doth remit.  
042:32,115[A  ]| Expect not more from Servants then is just, 
042:32,116[A  ]| Reward them well, if they observe their trust; 
042:32,117[A  ]| Nor them with Cruelty or Pride invade, 
042:32,118[A  ]| Since God and Nature them our Brothers made; 
042:32,119[A  ]| If his Offence be great, let that suffice; 
042:32,120[A  ]| If light, forgive, for no Man's alwaies wise.  
042:33,000['  ]| <CATO MAJOR> 
042:33,000['  ]| <OF OLD-AGE> 
042:33,000['  ]| <\Cato, Scipio, La*elius.\> 
042:33,000['  ]| <\Scipio to Cato.\> 
042:33,001[C  ]| Though all the Actions of your Life are crown'd 
042:33,002[C  ]| With Wisdom, nothing makes them more Renown'd, 
042:33,003[C  ]| Then that those years, which others think extreme, 
042:33,004[C  ]| Nor to your self, nor us uneasie seem, 
042:33,005[C  ]| Under which weight, most like th' old Giant's groan, 
042:33,006[C  ]| When \A*Etna\ on their backs by \Jove\ was thrown.  
042:33,000['  ]| <\Cat.\> 
042:33,007[B  ]| What you urge (\Scipio\) from right reason flows, 
042:33,008[B  ]| All parts of Age seem burthensome to those, 
042:33,009[B  ]| Who Virtue's, and true Wisdom's happiness 
042:33,010[B  ]| Cannot discern, but they who those possess 
042:33,011[B  ]| In what's impos'd by Nature, find no grief, 
042:33,012[B  ]| Of which our Age is (next our Death) the chief, 
042:33,013[B  ]| Which though all equally desire to obtain, 
042:33,014[B  ]| Yet \when they have obtain'd it\, they complain; 
042:33,015[B  ]| Such our inconstancies, and follies are, 
042:33,016[B  ]| We say it steals upon us unaware:  
042:33,017[B  ]| Our want of reas'ning these false measures makes, 
042:33,018[B  ]| Youths runs to Age, as Childhood Youth o'retakes; 
042:33,019[B  ]| How much more grievous would our lives appear 
042:33,020[B  ]| To reach th' eight hundreth, then the eightieth year:  
042:33,021[B  ]| Of what, in that long space of time hath past, 
042:33,022[B  ]| To foolish Age will no remembrance last, 
042:33,023[B  ]| My Ages conduct when you seem to admire, 
042:33,024[B  ]| (Which that it may deserve, I much desire) 
042:33,025[B  ]| 'Tis my first rule, on Nature, as my Guide 
042:33,026[B  ]| Appointed by the Gods, I have rely'de, 
042:33,027[B  ]| And Nature, (which all Acts of life designes) 
042:33,028[B  ]| Not like ill Poets, in the last declines; 
042:33,029[B  ]| But some one part must be the last of all, 
042:33,030[B  ]| Which like ripe fruits, must either rot, or fall, 
042:33,031[B  ]| And this from Nature must be gently born, 
042:33,032[B  ]| Else her (as Giants did the Gods) we scorn.  
042:33,000['  ]| <\La*el.\> 
042:33,033[D  ]| But Sir, 'tis \Scipio's\, and my desire, 
042:33,034[D  ]| Since to long life we gladly would aspire, 
042:33,035[D  ]| That from your grave Instructions we might hear, 
042:33,036[D  ]| How we, like you, might this great burthen bear.  
042:33,000['  ]| <\Cat.\> 
042:33,037[B  ]| This I resolv'd before, but now shall do 
042:33,038[B  ]| With great delight, since 'tis requir'd by you.  
042:33,000['  ]| <\La*el.\> 
042:33,039[D  ]| If to your self it will not tedious prove, 
042:33,040[D  ]| Nothing in us a greater joy can move, 
042:33,041[D  ]| That as old Travellers the young instruct, 
042:33,042[D  ]| Your long, our short experience may conduct.  
042:33,000['  ]| <\Cat.\> 
042:33,043[B  ]| 'Tis true, (as the old Proverb doth relate) 
042:33,044[B  ]| Equals with equals often congregate.  
042:33,045[B  ]| Two consuls (who in years my equals were,) 
042:33,046[B  ]| When Senators, lamenting I did hear, 
042:33,047[B  ]| That Age from them had all their pleasures torn, 
042:33,048[B  ]| And them their former suppliants now scorn, 
042:33,049[B  ]| They, what is not to be accus'd, accuse, 
042:33,050[B  ]| Not others, but themselves their age abuse, 
042:33,051[B  ]| Else this might me concern, and all my friends, 
042:33,052[B  ]| Whose cheerful Age, with Honour, Youth attends, 
042:33,053[B  ]| Joy'd that from pleasure's slavery they are free, 
042:33,054[B  ]| And all respects due to their age they see, 
042:33,055[B  ]| In its true colours, this complaint appears 
042:33,056[B  ]| The ill effect of Manners, not of years, 
042:33,057[B  ]| For on their life no grievous burthen lies, 
042:33,058[B  ]| Who are well-natur'd, temperate, and wise:  
042:33,059[B  ]| But an inhumane, and ill-temper'd mind 
042:33,060[B  ]| Not any easie part in life can find.  
042:33,000['  ]| <\La*el.\> 
042:33,061[D  ]| This I believe, yet others may dispute, 
042:33,062[D  ]| Their age (as yours) can never bear such fruit, 
042:33,063[D  ]| Of Honour, Wealth, and Power, to make them sweet, 
042:33,064[D  ]| Not every one such happiness can meet.  
042:33,000['  ]| <\Cat.\> 
042:33,065[B  ]| Some weight your argument (my \La*elius\) bears, 
042:33,066[B  ]| But not so much, as at first sight appears, 
042:33,067[B  ]| This answer by \Themistocles\ was made, 
042:33,068[B  ]| (When a \Seriphian\ thus did him upbraid, 
042:33,069[B  ]| You those great Honours to your Country owe, 
042:33,070[B  ]| Not to your self) had I at \Seripho\ 
042:33,071[B  ]| Been born, such honour I had never seen, 
042:33,072[B  ]| Nor you, if an \Athenian\ you had been:  
042:33,073[B  ]| So Age, cloath'd in undecent povertie, 
042:33,074[B  ]| To the most prudent cannot easie be, 
042:33,075[B  ]| But to a fool, the greater his estate, 
042:33,076[B  ]| The more uneasie is his Age's weight.  
042:33,077[B  ]| Age's chief arts, and arms, are to grow wise, 
042:33,078[B  ]| Virtue to know, and known to exercise, 
042:33,079[B  ]| All just returns to Age then Virtue makes, 
042:33,080[B  ]| Nor her in her extremity forsakes, 
042:33,081[B  ]| The sweetest Cordial we receive at last 
042:33,082[B  ]| Is conscience of our virtuous actions past.  
042:33,083[B  ]| I, (when a youth) with reverence did look 
042:33,084[B  ]| On \Quintus*Fabius\, who \Tarentum\ took, 
042:33,085[B  ]| Yet in his age such cheerfulness was seen, 
042:33,086[B  ]| As if his years and mine had equal been, 
042:33,087[B  ]| His Gravity was mixt with Gentleness, 
042:33,088[B  ]| Nor had his Age made his good humour less, 
042:33,089[B  ]| Then was he well in years (the same that he 
042:33,090[B  ]| Was Consul, that of my Nativity) 
042:33,091[B  ]| (A Stripling then) in his fourth Consulate 
042:33,092[B  ]| On him at \Capua\ I in armes did wait, 
042:33,093[B  ]| I five years after at \Tarentum\ won 
042:33,094[B  ]| The Qua*estorship, and then our love began, 
042:33,095[B  ]| And four years after, when I Pra*etor was 
042:33,096[B  ]| He Pleaded, and the \Cincian\ Law did pass.  
042:33,097[B  ]| With youthful diligence he us'd to ingage, 
042:33,098[B  ]| Yet with the temperate Arts of patient Age 
042:33,099[B  ]| He breaks fierce \Hannibal's\ insulting heats; 
042:33,100[B  ]| Of which exploit thus our friend \Ennius\ treats, 
042:33,101[B  ]| He by delay restor'd the Common-wealth, 
042:33,102[B  ]| Nor preferr'd Rumour before publick Health.  
042:34,000['  ]| <THE ARGUMENT> 
042:34,000[B  ]| \When I reflect on Age, I find there are\ 
042:34,000[B  ]| \Four Causes, which its Misery declare.\ 
042:34,000[B  ]| \1.  Because our Bodies Strength it much impairs;\ 
042:34,000[B  ]| \2.  That it takes off our Minds from great Affairs:\ 
042:34,000[B  ]| \3.  Next, That our Sense of Pleasures it deprives:\ 
042:34,000[B  ]| \4.  Last, That approaching Death attends our Lives.\ 
042:34,000[B  ]| \Of all these several Causes I'le discourse,\ 
042:34,000[B  ]| \And then of each, in Order, weigh the force.\ 
042:34,000['  ]| <THE FIRST PART> 
042:34,001[B  ]| The Old from such affairs is only freed, 
042:34,002[B  ]| Which vigorous youth, and strength of body need.  
042:34,003[B  ]| But to more high affairs our age is lent, 
042:34,004[B  ]| Most properly when heats of youth are spent.  
042:34,005[B  ]| Did \Fabius\, and your Father \Scipio\ 
042:34,006[B  ]| (Whose Daughter my Son married) nothing do?  
042:34,007[B  ]| \7Fabricii, 7Corumcani, 7Curii\; 
042:34,008[B  ]| Whose courage, counsel, and authority, 
042:34,009[B  ]| The Roman Common-wealth, restor'd, did boast, 
042:34,010[B  ]| Nor \Appius\, with whose strength his sight was lost, 
042:34,011[B  ]| Who when the Senate was to Peace inclin'd 
042:34,012[B  ]| With \Pyrrhus\, shew'd his reason was not blind.  
042:34,013[B  ]| Whither's our Courage and our Wisdom come?  
042:34,014[B  ]| When \Rome\ it self conspires the fate of \Rome\?  
042:34,015[B  ]| The rest with ancient gravity and skill 
042:34,016[B  ]| He spake (for his Oration's extant still) 
042:34,017[B  ]| 'Tis seventeen years since he had Consul been 
042:34,018[B  ]| The second time, and there were ten between; 
042:34,019[B  ]| Therefore their Argument's of little force, 
042:34,020[B  ]| Who Age from great Imployments would divorce.  
042:34,021[B  ]| As in a Ship some climb the Shrouds, to unfold 
042:34,022[B  ]| The Sails, some sweep the Deck, some pump the Hold; 
042:34,023[B  ]| Whil'st he that guides the Helm, imploys his skill, 
042:34,024[B  ]| And gives the Law to them by sitting still.  
042:34,025[B  ]| Great actions less from Courage, strength, and speed, 
042:34,026[B  ]| Then from wise Counsels and Commands proceed; 
042:34,027[B  ]| Those Arts Age wants not, which to Age belong, 
042:34,028[B  ]| Not heat, but cold experience makes us strong, 
042:34,029[B  ]| A Consul, Tribune, General, I have been, 
042:34,030[B  ]| All sorts of war I have past through, and seen 
042:34,031[B  ]| And now grown old, I seem to abandon it, 
042:34,032[B  ]| Yet to the Senate I prescribe what's fit.  
042:34,033[B  ]| I every day 'gainst \Carthage\ war proclaim, 
042:34,034[B  ]| (For \Rome's\ destruction hath been long her aim) 
042:34,035[B  ]| Nor shall I cease till I her ruine see, 
042:34,036[B  ]| Which Triumph may the Gods designe for thee; 
042:34,037[B  ]| That \Scipio\ may revenge his Grandsire's Ghost, 
042:34,038[B  ]| Whose life at \Canna*e\ with great Honour lost 
042:34,039[B  ]| Is on Record, nor had he wearied been 
042:34,040[B  ]| With Age, if he an hundred years had seen, 
042:34,041[B  ]| He had not us'd Excursions, Spears, or Darts, 
042:34,042[B  ]| But Counsel, Order, and such aged Arts, 
042:34,043[B  ]| Which, if our Ancestors had not retain'd, 
042:34,044[B  ]| The \Senate's\ Name, our Council had not gain'd.  
042:34,045[B  ]| The \Spartans\ to their highest Magistrate, 
042:34,046[B  ]| The name of \Elder\ did appropriate:  
042:34,047[B  ]| Therefore his fame for ever shall remain, 
042:34,048[B  ]| How gallantly \Tarentum\ he did gain, 
042:34,049[B  ]| With vigilant Conduct, when that sharp reply 
042:34,050[B  ]| He gave to \Salinator\, I stood by, 
042:34,051[B  ]| Who to the Castle fled, the Town being lost, 
042:34,052[B  ]| Yet he to \Maximus\ did vainly boast, 
042:34,053[B  ]| 'Twas by my means \Tarentum\ you obtain'd; 
042:34,054[B  ]| 'Tis true, had you not lost, I had not gain'd; 
042:34,055[B  ]| And as much Honour on his Gown did wait, 
042:34,056[B  ]| As on his Arms, in his Fifth Consulate, 
042:34,057[B  ]| When his Colleague \Carvilius\ stept aside, 
042:34,058[B  ]| The Tribune of the People would divide 
042:34,059[B  ]| To them the \Gallick\, and the \Picene\ Field, 
042:34,060[B  ]| Against the Senate's will, he will not yield, 
042:34,061[B  ]| When being angry, boldly he declares 
042:34,062[B  ]| Those things were acted under happy starres, 
042:34,063[B  ]| From which the Commonwealth found good effects, 
042:34,064[B  ]| But otherwise, they came from bad Aspects.  
042:34,065[B  ]| Many great things of \Fabius\ I could tell, 
042:34,066[B  ]| But his Son's death did all the rest excell; 
042:34,067[B  ]| (His Gallant Son, though young, had Consul been) 
042:34,068[B  ]| His Funeral Oration I have seen 
042:34,069[B  ]| Often, and when on that I turn my eyes, 
042:34,070[B  ]| I all the Old Philosophers dispise, 
042:34,071[B  ]| Though he in all the Peoples eyes seem'd great, 
042:34,072[B  ]| Yet greater he appear'd in his retreat; 
042:34,073[B  ]| When feasting with his private friends at home, 
042:34,074[B  ]| Such Counsel, such Discourse from him did come, 
042:34,075[B  ]| Such Science in his Art of Augury, 
042:34,076[B  ]| No Roman ever was more learn'd than he; 
042:34,077[B  ]| Knowledge of all things present, and to come, 
042:34,078[B  ]| Remembring all the Wars of ancient \Rome\, 
042:34,079[B  ]| Nor only these, but all the World's beside; 
042:34,080[B  ]| Dying in extreme age, I prophesi'd 
042:34,081[B  ]| That which is come to pass, and did discern 
042:34,082[B  ]| From his Survivors I could nothing learn.  
042:34,083[B  ]| This long discourse was but to let you see, 
042:34,084[B  ]| That his long life could not uneasie be.  
042:34,085[B  ]| Few like the \Fabii\ or the \Scipio's\ are 
042:34,086[B  ]| Takers of Cities, Conquerors in War, 
042:34,087[B  ]| Yet others to like happy Age arrive, 
042:34,088[B  ]| Who modest, quiet, and with vertue live:  
042:34,089[B  ]| Thus \Plato\ writing his Philosophy, 
042:34,090[B  ]| With Honour after ninety years did die.  
042:34,091[B  ]| The \Athenian Story\ writ at ninety four 
042:34,092[B  ]| By \Isocrates\, who yet liv'd five years more, 
042:34,093[B  ]| His Master \Gorgias\ at the hundredth year 
042:34,094[B  ]| And seventh, not his studies did forbear, 
042:34,095[B  ]| And askt, why he no sooner left the Stage, 
042:34,096[B  ]| Said, he saw nothing to accuse Old Age.  
042:34,097[B  ]| None but the foolish, who their lives abuse 
042:34,098[B  ]| Age, of their own Mistakes and Crimes accuse, 
042:34,099[B  ]| All Commonwealths (as by Record is seen) 
042:34,100[B  ]| As by Age preserv'd, by Youth destroy'd have been.  
042:34,101[B  ]| When the Tragedian \Na*evius\ did demand, 
042:34,102[B  ]| Why did your Common-wealth no longer stand?  
042:34,103[B  ]| 'Twas answer'd, that their Senators were new, 
042:34,104[B  ]| Foolish, and young, and such as nothing knew; 
042:34,105[B  ]| Nature to Youth hot rashness doth dispence, 
042:34,106[B  ]| But with cold prudence Age doth recompence; 
042:34,107[B  ]| But Age ('tis said) will memory decay, 
042:34,108[B  ]| So (if it be not exercis'd) it may; 
042:34,109[B  ]| Or, if by Nature it be dull, and slow, 
042:34,110[B  ]| \Themistocles\ (when ag'd) the Names did know 
042:34,111[B  ]| Of all the \Athenians\, and none grow so old, 
042:34,112[B  ]| Not to remember where they hid their Gold.  
042:34,113[B  ]| From Age such Art of Memory we learn, 
042:34,114[B  ]| To forget nothing, which is our concern.  
042:34,115[B  ]| Their interest no Priest, nor Sorcerer 
042:34,116[B  ]| Forgets, nor Lawyer, nor Philosopher; 
042:34,117[B  ]| No understanding, Memory can want, 
042:34,118[B  ]| Where Wisdome studious industry doth plant.  
042:34,119[B  ]| Nor does it only in the active live, 
042:34,120[B  ]| But in the quiet and contemplative; 
042:34,121[B  ]| When \Sophocles\ (who Plays, when aged wrote) 
042:34,122[B  ]| Was by his Sons before the Judges brought, 
042:34,123[B  ]| Because he pay'd the Muses such respect, 
042:34,124[B  ]| His Fortune, Wife, and Children to neglect, 
042:34,125[B  ]| Almost condemn'd, he mov'd the Judges thus, 
042:34,126[B  ]| Hear, but instead of me, my \Oedipus\, 
042:34,127[B  ]| The Judges hearing with applause, at th' end, 
042:34,128[B  ]| Freed him, and said no Fool such Lines had penn'd.  
042:34,129[B  ]| What Poets, and what Orators can I 
042:34,130[B  ]| Recount?  What Princes in Philosophy?  
042:34,131[B  ]| Whose constant Studies with their Age did strive, 
042:34,132[B  ]| Nor did they those, though those did them survive.  
042:34,133[B  ]| Old Husbandmen I at \Sabinium\ know, 
042:34,134[B  ]| Who for another year dig, plough, and sow.  
042:34,135[B  ]| For never any man was yet so old, 
042:34,136[B  ]| But hop'd his life one Winter more might hold.  
042:34,137[B  ]| \Ca*ecilius\ vainly said, each day we spend 
042:34,138[B  ]| Discovers something, which must needs offend, 
042:34,139[B  ]| But sometimes Age may pleasant things behold, 
042:34,140[B  ]| And nothing that offends:  He should have told 
042:34,141[B  ]| This not to Age, but Youth, who oftner see 
042:34,142[B  ]| What not alone offends, but hurts, then wee:  
042:34,143[B  ]| That, I in him, which he in Age condemn'd, 
042:34,144[B  ]| That us it renders odious, and contemn'd.  
042:34,145[B  ]| He knew not vertue, if he thought this, truth; 
042:34,146[B  ]| For Youth delights in Age, and Age in Youth.  
042:34,147[B  ]| What to the Old can greater pleasure be, 
042:34,148[B  ]| Then hopeful, and ingenious Youth to see?  
042:34,149[B  ]| When they with rev'rence follow where we lead, 
042:34,150[B  ]| And in strait paths by our direction tread; 
042:34,151[B  ]| And even my conversation here I see, 
042:34,152[B  ]| As well receiv'd by you, as yours by me.  
042:34,153[B  ]| 'Tis dis-ingenious to accuse our Age 
042:34,154[B  ]| Of Idleness, who all our pow'rs ingage 
042:34,155[B  ]| In the same Studies, the same Course to hold; 
042:34,156[B  ]| Nor think our reason for new Arts too old.  
042:34,157[B  ]| \Solom\ the Sage his Progress never ceast, 
042:34,158[B  ]| But still his Learning with his dayes increast; 
042:34,159[B  ]| And I with the same greediness did seek 
042:34,160[B  ]| As (water when I thirst) to swallow Greek, 
042:34,161[B  ]| Which I did only learn, that I might know 
042:34,162[B  ]| Those great Examples, which I follow now:  
042:34,163[B  ]| And I have heard that \Socrates\ the wise 
042:34,164[B  ]| Learn'd on the Lute for his last exercise, 
042:34,165[B  ]| Though many of the Antients did the same, 
042:34,166[B  ]| To improve Knowledge was my only aime.  
042:35,000['  ]| <THE SECOND PART> 
042:35,001[B  ]| Now int' our second grievance I must break, 
042:35,002[B  ]| \That loss of strength makes understanding weak\.  
042:35,003[B  ]| I grieve no more my youthful strength to want, 
042:35,004[B  ]| Then young, that of a Bull or Elephant; 
042:35,005[B  ]| Then with that force content, which Nature gave, 
042:35,006[B  ]| Nor am I now displeas'd with what I have.  
042:35,007[B  ]| When the young Wrestlers at their sport grew warm, 
042:35,008[B  ]| Old \Milo\ wept, to see his naked arm; 
042:35,009[B  ]| And cry'd, 'twas dead, Trifler thine heart, and head, 
042:35,010[B  ]| And all that's in them (not thy arme) are dead; 
042:35,011[B  ]| This folly every looker on derides, 
042:35,012[B  ]| To glory only in thy armes and sides.  
042:35,013[B  ]| Our gallant Ancestors let fall no tears, 
042:35,014[B  ]| Their strength decreasing by increasing years; 
042:35,015[B  ]| But they advanc'd in Wisdom ev'ry hour, 
042:35,016[B  ]| And made the Common-wealth advance in power.  
042:35,017[B  ]| But Orators may grieve, for in their sides 
042:35,018[B  ]| Rather than heads, their faculty abides; 
042:35,019[B  ]| Yet I have heard old voices loud and clear, 
042:35,020[B  ]| And still my own sometimes the Senate hear.  
042:35,021[B  ]| When th' Old with smooth and gentle voices plead, 
042:35,022[B  ]| They by the ear their well-pleas'd Audience lead:  
042:35,023[B  ]| Which, if I had not strength enough to do, 
042:35,024[B  ]| I could (my \La*elius\ and my \Scipio\) 
042:35,025[B  ]| What's to be done, or not be done, instruct, 
042:35,026[B  ]| And to the Maximes of good life conduct.  
042:35,027[B  ]| \Cneius\ and \Publius*Scipio\, and (that man 
042:35,028[B  ]| Of men) your Grandsire the great Affrican, 
042:35,029[B  ]| Were joyful, when the flower of Noble blood 
042:35,030[B  ]| Crowded their Dwellings, and attending stood, 
042:35,031[B  ]| Like Oracles their Counsels to receive, 
042:35,032[B  ]| How in their Progress they should act, and live.  
042:35,033[B  ]| And they whose high examples youth obeys, 
042:35,034[B  ]| Are not despised, though their strength decays.  
042:35,035[B  ]| And those decayes (to speak the naked truth, 
042:35,036[B  ]| Though the defects of Age) were Crimes of Youth.  
042:35,037[B  ]| Intemperate Youth (by sad experience found) 
042:35,038[B  ]| Ends in an Age imperfect, and unsound.  
042:35,039[B  ]| \Cyrus\, though ag'd (if \Xenophon\ say true) 
042:35,040[B  ]| \Lucius*Metellus\ (whom when young I knew) 
042:35,041[B  ]| Who held (after his Second Consulate) 
042:35,042[B  ]| Twenty two years the high Pontificate; 
042:35,043[B  ]| Neither of those in body, or in mind 
042:35,044[B  ]| Before his death the least decay did find.  
042:35,045[B  ]| I speak not of my self, though none deny 
042:35,046[B  ]| To age (to praise their youth) the liberty:  
042:35,047[B  ]| Such an unwasted strength I cannot boast, 
042:35,048[B  ]| Yet now my years are eighty four almost:  
042:35,049[B  ]| And though from what it was my strength is far, 
042:35,050[B  ]| Both in the first and second \Punick\ war, 
042:35,051[B  ]| Nor at \Thermopyla*e\, under \Glabrio\, 
042:35,052[B  ]| Nor when I consul into \Spain\ did go; 
042:35,053[B  ]| But yet I feel no weakness, nor hath length 
042:35,054[B  ]| Of Winters quite enervated my strength; 
042:35,055[B  ]| And I, my Guest, my Client, or my friend, 
042:35,056[B  ]| Still in the Courts of Justice can defend:  
042:35,057[B  ]| Neither must I that Proverb truth allow, 
042:35,058[B  ]| Who would be Antient, must be early so.  
042:35,059[B  ]| I would be youthful still, and find no need 
042:35,060[B  ]| To appear old, till I was so indeed.  
042:35,061[B  ]| And yet you see my hours not idle are, 
042:35,062[B  ]| Though with your strength I cannot mine compare.  
042:35,063[B  ]| Yet this Centurion's doth yours surmount, 
042:35,064[B  ]| Not therefore him the better man I count.  
042:35,065[B  ]| \Milo\ when entring the Olympick Game, 
042:35,066[B  ]| With a huge Oxe upon his shoulder came.  
042:35,067[B  ]| Would you the force of \Milos'\ body find?  
042:35,068[B  ]| Rather than of \Pythagoras's\ mind?  
042:35,069[B  ]| The force which Nature gives with care retain, 
042:35,070[B  ]| But when decay'd, 'tis folly to complain; 
042:35,071[B  ]| In age to wish for youth is full as vain, 
042:35,072[B  ]| As for a youth to turn a child again.  
042:35,073[B  ]| Simple, and certain Nature's wayes appear, 
042:35,074[B  ]| As she sets forth the seasons of the year.  
042:35,075[B  ]| So in all parts of life we find her truth, 
042:35,076[B  ]| Weakness to childhood, rashness to our youth:  
042:35,077[B  ]| To elder years to be discreet and grave, 
042:35,078[B  ]| Then to old age maturity she gave.  
042:35,079[B  ]| (\Scipio\) you know, how \Masinissa\ bears 
042:35,080[B  ]| His Kingly Port, at more than ninety years; 
042:35,081[B  ]| When marching with his foot, he walks till night; 
042:35,082[B  ]| When with his horse, he never will alight; 
042:35,083[B  ]| Though cold, or wet, his head is alwayes bare; 
042:35,084[B  ]| So hot, so dry, his aged members are.  
042:35,085[B  ]| You see how Exercise and Temperance 
042:35,086[B  ]| Even to old years a youthful strength advance.  
042:35,087[B  ]| Our Law (because from age our strength retires) 
042:35,088[B  ]| No duty which belongs to strength requires.  
042:35,089[B  ]| But age doth many men so feeble make, 
042:35,090[B  ]| That they no great design can undertake; 
042:35,091[B  ]| Yet, that to age not singly is appli'd, 
042:35,092[B  ]| But to all man's infirmities beside.  
042:35,093[B  ]| That \Scipio\ (who adopted you) did fall 
042:35,094[B  ]| Into such pains, he had no health at all; 
042:35,095[B  ]| Who else had equall'd \Affricanus\ parts, 
042:35,096[B  ]| Exceeding him in all the Liberal Arts.  
042:35,097[B  ]| Why should those errors then imputed be 
042:35,098[B  ]| To Age alone, from which our youth's not free?  
042:35,099[B  ]| Ev'ry disease of age we may prevent, 
042:35,100[B  ]| Like those of youth, by being dilligent.  
042:35,101[B  ]| When sick, such moderate exercise we use, 
042:35,102[B  ]| And diet, as our vital heat renues; 
042:35,103[B  ]| And if our bodies thence refreshment finds, 
042:35,104[B  ]| Then must we also exercise our minds.  
042:35,105[B  ]| If with continual Oyl we not supply 
042:35,106[B  ]| Our Lamp, the Light for want of it will die:  
042:35,107[B  ]| Though bodies may be tir'd with exercise, 
042:35,108[B  ]| No weariness the mind could e're surprise.  
042:35,109[B  ]| \Ca*ecilius\, the Comedian, when of Age, 
042:35,110[B  ]| He represents the follies on the Stage; 
042:35,111[B  ]| They're credulous, forgetful, dissolute, 
042:35,112[B  ]| Neither those Crimes to age he doth impute; 
042:35,113[B  ]| But to old men to whom those Crimes belong.  
042:35,114[B  ]| Lust, petulance, rashness, are in youth more strong 
042:35,115[B  ]| Than age, and yet young men those vices hate, 
042:35,116[B  ]| Who vertuous are, discreet, and temperate:  
042:35,117[B  ]| And so what we call dotage, seldome breeds 
042:35,118[B  ]| In bodies, but where nature sow'd the seeds.  
042:35,119[B  ]| There are five Daughters and four gallant Sons, 
042:35,120[B  ]| In whom the blood of Noble \Appius\ runs, 
042:35,121[B  ]| With a most num'rous Family beside; 
042:35,122[B  ]| When he alone though old, and blind did guide.  
042:35,123[B  ]| Yet his clear-sighted mind was still intent, 
042:35,124[B  ]| And to his business like a Bow stood bent:  
042:35,125[B  ]| By Children, Servants, Neighbours so esteem'd, 
042:35,126[B  ]| He not a Master, but a Monarch seem'd.  
042:35,127[B  ]| All his Relations his admirers were, 
042:35,128[B  ]| His sons paid reverence, and his Servants fear:  
042:35,129[B  ]| The Order and the antient Discipline 
042:35,130[B  ]| Of Romans, did in all his actions shine.  
042:35,131[B  ]| Authority (kept up) old age secures, 
042:35,132[B  ]| Whose dignity, as long as life endures.  
042:35,133[B  ]| Something of youth I in old age approve, 
042:35,134[B  ]| But more the marks of age in youth I love.  
042:35,135[B  ]| Who this observes, may in his body find 
042:35,136[B  ]| Decrepit age, but never in his mind.  
042:35,137[B  ]| The seven Volumes of my own Reports, 
042:35,138[B  ]| Wherein are all the Pleadings of our Courts.  
042:35,139[B  ]| All noble Monuments of \Greece\ are come 
042:35,140[B  ]| Unto my hands, with those of ancient \Rome\.  
042:35,141[B  ]| The Pontificial, and the Civil Law, 
042:35,142[B  ]| I study still, and thence Orations draw.  
042:35,143[B  ]| And to confirm my Memory, at night, 
042:35,144[B  ]| What I hear, see, do, by day, I still recite.  
042:35,145[B  ]| These exercises for my thoughts I find, 
042:35,146[B  ]| These labours are the Chariot of my mind.  
042:35,147[B  ]| To serve my friends, the Senate I frequent, 
042:35,148[B  ]| And there what I before digested, vent.  
042:35,149[B  ]| Which only from my strength of mind proceeds, 
042:35,150[B  ]| Not any outward force of body needs:  
042:35,151[B  ]| Which, if I could not do, I should delight 
042:35,152[B  ]| On what I would to ruminate at night.  
042:35,153[B  ]| Who in such practices their minds engage, 
042:35,154[B  ]| Nor fear, nor think of their approaching age; 
042:35,155[B  ]| Which by degrees invisibly doth creep:  
042:35,156[B  ]| Nor do we seem to die, but fall asleep.  
042:36,000['  ]| <THE THIRD PART> 
042:36,001[B  ]| Now must I draw my forces 'gainst that Host 
042:36,002[B  ]| Of Pleasures, which i' th' Sea of age are lost.  
042:36,003[B  ]| Oh, thou most high transcendent gift of age!  
042:36,004[B  ]| Youth from its folly thus to disengage.  
042:36,005[B  ]| And now receive from me that most divine 
042:36,006[B  ]| Oration of that noble \Tarentine\, 
042:36,007[B  ]| Which at \Tarentum\ I long since did hear; 
042:36,008[B  ]| When I attended the great \Fabius\ there.  
042:36,009[B  ]| Yee Gods, was it man's Nature?  or his Fate?  
042:36,010[B  ]| Betray'd him with sweet pleasures poyson'd bait?  
042:36,011[B  ]| Which he, with all designs of art, or power, 
042:36,012[B  ]| Doth with unbridled appetite devour; 
042:36,013[B  ]| And as all poysons seek the noblest part, 
042:36,014[B  ]| Pleasure possesses first the head and heart; 
042:36,015[B  ]| Intoxicating both, by them, she finds, 
042:36,016[B  ]| And burns the Sacred Temples of our Minds.  
042:36,017[B  ]| Furies, which Reasons divine chains had bound, 
042:36,018[B  ]| (That being broken) all the World confound.  
042:36,019[B  ]| Lust, Murder, Treason, Avarice, and Hell 
042:36,020[B  ]| It self broke loose; in Reason's Pallace dwell, 
042:36,021[B  ]| Truth, Honour, Justice, Temperance, are fled, 
042:36,022[B  ]| All her attendants into darkness led.  
042:36,023[B  ]| But why all this discourse?  when pleasure's rage 
042:36,024[B  ]| Hath conquer'd reason, we must treat with age.  
042:36,025[B  ]| Age undermines, and will in time surprize 
042:36,026[B  ]| Her strongest Forts, and cut off all supplies.  
042:36,027[B  ]| And joyn'd in league with strong necessity, 
042:36,028[B  ]| Pleasure must flie, or else by famine die.  
042:36,029[B  ]| \Flaminius\, whom a Consulship had grac'd 
042:36,030[B  ]| (Then Censor) from the Senate I displac'd; 
042:36,031[B  ]| When he in \Gaul\ a Consul, made a Feast, 
042:36,032[B  ]| A beautious Curtesan did him request, 
042:36,033[B  ]| To see the cutting off a Prisoner's head; 
042:36,034[B  ]| This Crime I could not leave unpunished, 
042:36,035[B  ]| Since by a private villany he stain'd 
042:36,036[B  ]| That Publick Honour, which at \Rome\ he gain'd.  
042:36,037[B  ]| Then to our age (when not to pleasures bent) 
042:36,038[B  ]| This seems an honour, not disparagement.  
042:36,039[B  ]| We, not all pleasures like the Stoicks hate; 
042:36,040[B  ]| But love and seek those which are moderate.  
042:36,041[B  ]| (Though Divine \Plato\ thus of pleasures thought, 
042:36,042[B  ]| They us, with hooks and baits, like fishes caught.) 
042:36,043[B  ]| When Qua*estor, to the Gods, in Publick Halls 
042:36,044[B  ]| I was the first, who set up Festivalls.  
042:36,045[B  ]| Not with high tastes our appetites did force, 
042:36,046[B  ]| But fill'd with conversation and discourse; 
042:36,047[B  ]| Which Feasts, \Convivial Meetings\ we did name.  
042:36,048[B  ]| Not like the Antient Greeks, who to their shame, 
042:36,049[B  ]| Call'd it a \Compotation\, not a Feast; 
042:36,050[B  ]| Declaring the worst part of it the best.  
042:36,051[B  ]| Those Entertainments I did then frequent 
042:36,052[B  ]| Sometimes with youthful heat and merriment:  
042:36,053[B  ]| But now (I thank my age) which gives me ease 
042:36,054[B  ]| From those excesses, yet my self I please 
042:36,055[B  ]| With cheerful talk to entertain my guests, 
042:36,056[B  ]| (Discourses are to age continual feasts) 
042:36,057[B  ]| The love of meat and wine they recompence, 
042:36,058[B  ]| And cheer the mind, as much as those the Sence.  
042:36,059[B  ]| I'm not more pleas'd with gravity among 
042:36,060[B  ]| The ag'd, than to be youthful with the young; 
042:36,061[B  ]| Nor 'gainst all pleasures proclaim open war, 
042:36,062[B  ]| To which, in age, some natural motions are.  
042:36,063[B  ]| And still at my \Sabinum\ I delight 
042:36,064[B  ]| To treat my Neighbours till the depth of night.  
042:36,065[B  ]| But we the sence and gust of pleasure want, 
042:36,066[B  ]| Which youth at full possesses, this I grant; 
042:36,067[B  ]| But age seeks not the things which youth requires, 
042:36,068[B  ]| And no man needs that, which he not desires.  
042:36,069[B  ]| When \Sophocles\ was ask'd if he deny'd, 
042:36,070[B  ]| Himself the use of pleasures, he reply'd, 
042:36,071@w   | I humbly thank th' Immortal Gods, who me 
042:36,072@w   | From that fierce Tyrants insolence set free.  
042:36,073[B  ]| But they whom pressing appetites constrain, 
042:36,074[B  ]| Grieve when they cannot their desires obtain.  
042:36,075[B  ]| Young men the use of pleasure understand, 
042:36,076[B  ]| As of an object new, and neer at hand:  
042:36,077[B  ]| Though this stands more remote from age's sight, 
042:36,078[B  ]| Yet they behold it not without delight:  
042:36,079[B  ]| As ancient souldiers from their duties eas'd, 
042:36,080[B  ]| With sense of Honour and Rewards are pleas'd, 
042:36,081[B  ]| So from ambitious hopes, and lusts releast, 
042:36,082[B  ]| Delighted with it self, our age doth rest.  
042:36,083[B  ]| No part of life's more happy, when with bread 
042:36,084[B  ]| Of ancient Knowledge, and new Learning fed; 
042:36,085[B  ]| All youthful pleasures by degrees must cease, 
042:36,086[B  ]| But those of age even with our years increase.  
042:36,087[B  ]| We love not loaded Boards, and Goblets crown'd, 
042:36,088[B  ]| But free from surfets, our repose is sound.  
042:36,089[B  ]| When old \Fabritius\ to the Samnites went 
042:36,090[B  ]| Ambassadour from \Rome\ to \Pyrrhus\ sent, 
042:36,091[B  ]| He heard a grave Philosopher maintain, 
042:36,092[B  ]| That all the actions of our life were vain; 
042:36,093[B  ]| Which with our sence of pleasure not conspir'd.  
042:36,094[B  ]| \Fabritius\ the Philosopher desir'd, 
042:36,095[B  ]| That he to \Pyrrhus\ would that Maxime teach, 
042:36,096[B  ]| And to the Samnites the same doctrine preach; 
042:36,097[B  ]| Then of their Conquest he should doubt no more, 
042:36,098[B  ]| Whom their own pleasures overcame before.  
042:36,099[B  ]| Now into Rustick matters I must fall, 
042:36,100[B  ]| Which pleasure seems to me the chief of all.  
042:36,101[B  ]| Age no impediment to those can give, 
042:36,102[B  ]| Who wisely by the Rules of Nature live.  
042:36,103[B  ]| Earth (though our Mother) cheerfully obeys, 
042:36,104[B  ]| All the commands her race upon her lays.  
042:36,105[B  ]| For whatsoever from our hand she takes, 
042:36,106[B  ]| Greater, or less, a vast return she makes, 
042:36,107[B  ]| Nor am I only pleas'd with that resource, 
042:36,108[B  ]| But with her wayes, her method, and her force, 
042:36,109[B  ]| To seed her bosom (by the plough made fit) 
042:36,110[B  ]| Receives, where kindly she embraces it, 
042:36,111[B  ]| Which with her genuine warmth, diffus'd, and spread 
042:36,112[B  ]| Sends forth betimes a green, and tender head, 
042:36,113[B  ]| Then gives it motion, life, and nourishment, 
042:36,114[B  ]| Which from the root through nerves and veins are sent, 
042:36,115[B  ]| Streight in a hollow sheath upright it grows, 
042:36,116[B  ]| And, form receiving, doth it self disclose, 
042:36,117[B  ]| Drawn up in rancks, and files, the bearded spikes 
042:36,118[B  ]| Guard it from birds as with a stand of pikes.  
042:36,119[B  ]| When of the Vine I speak, I seem inspir'd 
042:36,120[B  ]| And with delight, as with her juice am fir'd; 
042:36,121[B  ]| At Nature's God-like power I stand amaz'd, 
042:36,122[B  ]| Which such vast bodies hath from Attoms rais'd.  
042:36,123[B  ]| The kernel of a grape, the fig's small grain 
042:36,124[B  ]| Can cloath a Mountain, and o'reshade a Plaine:  
042:36,125[B  ]| But thou (dear Vine) forbid'st me to be long, 
042:36,126[B  ]| Although thy trunck be neither large, nor strong, 
042:36,127[B  ]| Nor can thy head (not helpt) it self sublime, 
042:36,128[B  ]| Yet like a Serpent, a tall tree can climb, 
042:36,129[B  ]| Whate're thy many fingers can intwine 
042:36,130[B  ]| Proves thy support, and all its strength is thine, 
042:36,131[B  ]| Though nature gave not legs, it gave thee hands, 
042:36,132[B  ]| By which thy prop the proudest Cedar stands; 
042:36,133[B  ]| As thou hast hands, so hath thy off-spring wings, 
042:36,134[B  ]| And to the highest part of Mortals springs, 
042:36,135[B  ]| But lest thou should'st consume thy wealth in vain, 
042:36,136[B  ]| And starve thy self, to feed a numerous train, 
042:36,137[B  ]| Or like the Bee (sweet as thy blood) design'd 
042:36,138[B  ]| To be destroy'd to propagate his kind, 
042:36,139[B  ]| Lest thy redundant, and superfluous juyce, 
042:36,140[B  ]| Should fading leaves instead of fruits produce, 
042:36,141[B  ]| The Pruner's hand with letting blood must quench 
042:36,142[B  ]| Thy heat, and thy exub'rant parts retrench:  
042:36,143[B  ]| Then from the joynts of thy prolifick stemme 
042:36,144[B  ]| A swelling knot is raised (call'd a gemme) 
042:36,145[B  ]| Whence, in short space it self the cluster shews, 
042:36,146[B  ]| And from earths moisture mixt with Sun-beams grows, 
042:36,147[B  ]| I' th' Spring, like youth, it yields an acid taste, 
042:36,148[B  ]| But summer doth, like age, the sourness waste, 
042:36,149[B  ]| Then cloath'd with leaves from heat, and cold secure, 
042:36,150[B  ]| Like Virgins, sweet, and beauteous, when mature.  
042:36,151[B  ]| On fruits, flowrs, herbs, and plants, I long could dwell 
042:36,152[B  ]| At once to please my eye, my taste, my smell, 
042:36,153[B  ]| My Walks of trees, all planted by my hand 
042:36,154[B  ]| Like Children of my own begetting stand, 
042:36,155[B  ]| To tell the several nature of each earth, 
042:36,156[B  ]| What fruits from each most properly take birth:  
042:36,157[B  ]| And with what arts to inrich every mold, 
042:36,158[B  ]| The dry to moysten and to warm the cold.  
042:36,159[B  ]| But when we graft, or Buds inoculate, 
042:36,160[B  ]| Nature by Art we nobly meliorate, 
042:36,161[B  ]| As \Orpheus\ Musick wildest beasts did tame, 
042:36,162[B  ]| From the sowr Crab the sweetest Apple came:  
042:36,163[B  ]| The Mother to the Daughter goes to School, 
042:36,164[B  ]| The species changed, doth her laws o're-rule; 
042:36,165[B  ]| Nature her self doth from her self depart, 
042:36,166[B  ]| (Strange transmigration) by the power of Art.  
042:36,167[B  ]| How little things, give law to great?  we see 
042:36,168[B  ]| The small Bud captivates the greatest Tree.  
042:36,169[B  ]| Here even the Power Divine we imitate, 
042:36,170[B  ]| And seem not to beget, but to create.  
042:36,171[B  ]| Much was I pleas'd with fowls and beasts, the tame 
042:36,172[B  ]| For food and profit, and the wild for game.  
042:36,173[B  ]| Excuse me when this pleasant string I touch, 
042:36,174[B  ]| (For age, of what delights it, speaks too much) 
042:36,175[B  ]| Who, twice victorious \Pyrrhus\ conquered, 
042:36,176[B  ]| The \Sabines\ and the \Samnites\ captive led, 
042:36,177[B  ]| Great \Curius\, his remaining dayes did spend, 
042:36,178[B  ]| And in this happy life his triumphs end.  
042:36,179[B  ]| My Farm stands neer, and when I there retire, 
042:36,180[B  ]| His, and that Age's temper I admire, 
042:36,181[B  ]| The \Samnites\ chiefs, as by his fire he sate, 
042:36,182[B  ]| With a vast sum of Gold on him did wait, 
042:36,183@w   | Return, 
042:36,183[B  ]| said he, 
042:36,183@w   | Your Gold I nothing weigh, 
042:36,184@w   | When those, who can command it, me obey:  
042:36,185[B  ]| This my assertion proves, he may be old 
042:36,186[B  ]| And yet not sordid, who refuses Gold.  
042:36,187[B  ]| In Summer to sit still, or walk, I love, 
042:36,188[B  ]| Neer a cool Fountain, or a shadie Grove, 
042:36,189[B  ]| What can in Winter render more delight?  
042:36,190[B  ]| Then the high Sun at noon, and fire at night, 
042:36,191[B  ]| While our old friends, and neighbours feast, and play, 
042:36,192[B  ]| And with their harmless mirth turn night to day, 
042:36,193[B  ]| Unpurchas'd plenty our full tables loads, 
042:36,194[B  ]| And part of what they lent, returns to our Gods.  
042:36,195[B  ]| That honour, and authority which dwells 
042:36,196[B  ]| With age, all pleasures of our youth excells, 
042:36,197[B  ]| Observe, that I that Age have only prais'd 
042:36,198[B  ]| Whose pillars were on youth's foundations rais'd, 
042:36,199[B  ]| And that (for which I great applause receiv'd) 
042:36,200[B  ]| As a true maxime hath been since believ'd.  
042:36,201[B  ]| That most unhappy age great pity needs, 
042:36,202[B  ]| Which to defend it self, new matter pleads, 
042:36,203[B  ]| Not from gray hairs authority doth flow, 
042:36,204[B  ]| Nor from bald heads, nor from a wrinckled brow, 
042:36,205[B  ]| But our past life, when virtuously spent, 
042:36,206[B  ]| Must to our age those happy fruits present, 
042:36,207[B  ]| Those things to age most Honorable are, 
042:36,208[B  ]| Which easie, common, and but light appear, 
042:36,209[B  ]| Salutes, consulting, complement, resort, 
042:36,210[B  ]| Crouding attendance to, and from the Court, 
042:36,211[B  ]| And not on \Rome\ alone this honour waits, 
042:36,212[B  ]| But on all Civill, and well-govern'd States.  
042:36,213[B  ]| \Lysander\ pleading in his City's praise, 
042:36,214[B  ]| From thence his strongest argument did raise, 
042:36,215[B  ]| That \Sparta\ did with honour Age support, 
042:36,216[B  ]| Paying them just respect, at Stage, and Court, 
042:36,217[B  ]| But at proud \Athens\ Youth did Age out-face, 
042:36,218[B  ]| Nor at the Playes, would rise, or give them place, 
042:36,219[B  ]| When an \Athenian\ Stranger of great age, 
042:36,220[B  ]| Arriv'd at \Sparta\, climbing up the Stage, 
042:36,221[B  ]| To him the whole Assembly rose, and ran 
042:36,222[B  ]| To place and ease this old and reverend man, 
042:36,223[B  ]| Who thus his thanks returns, 
042:36,223@w   | the \Athenians\ know 
042:36,224@w   | What's to be done, but what they know, not do.  
042:36,225[B  ]| Here our great Senat's Orders I may quote, 
042:36,226[B  ]| The first in age is still the first in vote, 
042:36,227[B  ]| Nor honour, nor high-birth, nor great command 
042:36,228[B  ]| In competition with great years may stand.  
042:36,229[B  ]| Why should our Youths short, transient pleasures, dare 
042:36,230[B  ]| With Age's lasting honours to compare?  
042:36,231[B  ]| On the World's Stage, when our applause grows high, 
042:36,232[B  ]| For acting here, life's Tragick Comedy, 
042:36,233[B  ]| The lookers on will say we act not well, 
042:36,234[B  ]| Unless the last the former Scenes excell:  
042:36,235[B  ]| But Age is froward, uneasie, scrutinous, 
042:36,236[B  ]| Hard to be pleas'd, and parcimonious; 
042:36,237[B  ]| But all those errors from our Manners rise, 
042:36,238[B  ]| Not from our years, yet some Morosities 
042:36,239[B  ]| We must expect, since jealousie belongs 
042:36,240[B  ]| To age, of scorn, and tender sense of wrongs, 
042:36,241[B  ]| Yet those are mollify'd, or not discerne'd, 
042:36,242[B  ]| Where civil arts and manners have been learn'd, 
042:36,243[B  ]| So the Twins humours in our \Terence\, are 
042:36,244[B  ]| Unlike, this harsh, and rude, that smooth and faire, 
042:36,245[B  ]| Our nature here, is not unlike our wine, 
042:36,246[B  ]| Some sorts, when old, continue brisk, and fine, 
042:36,247[B  ]| So Age's gravity may seem severe, 
042:36,248[B  ]| But nothing harsh, or bitter ought to appear, 
042:36,249[B  ]| Of Age's avarice I cannot see 
042:36,250[B  ]| What colour, ground, or reason there should bee, 
042:36,251[B  ]| Is it not folly?  when the way we ride 
042:36,252[B  ]| Is short, for a long voyage to provide.  
042:36,253[B  ]| To Avarice some title Youth may own, 
042:36,254[B  ]| To reap in Autumn, what the Spring had sown; 
042:36,255[B  ]| And with the providence of Bees, or Ants, 
042:36,256[B  ]| Prevent with Summers plenty, Winters wants, 
042:36,257[B  ]| But Age scarce sows, till Death stands by to reap, 
042:36,258[B  ]| And to a strangers hand transfers the heap; 
042:36,259[B  ]| Affraid to be so once, she's alwayes poor, 
042:36,260[B  ]| And to avoid a mischief, makes it sure 
042:36,261[B  ]| Such madness, as for fear of death to dy, 
042:36,262[B  ]| Is, to be poor for fear of Poverty.  
042:37,000['  ]| <THE FOURTH PART> 
042:37,001[B  ]| Now against (that which terrifies our age) 
042:37,002[B  ]| The last, and greatest grievance we engage, 
042:37,003[B  ]| To her, grim death appears in all her shapes, 
042:37,004[B  ]| The hungry grave for her due tribute gapes, 
042:37,005[B  ]| Fond, foolish man!  with fear of death surpriz'd 
042:37,006[B  ]| Which either should be wisht for, or despis'd, 
042:37,007[B  ]| This, if our Souls with Bodies, death destroy, 
042:37,008[B  ]| That, if our Souls a second life enjoy, 
042:37,009[B  ]| What else is to be fear'd?  when we shall gain 
042:37,010[B  ]| Eternal life, or have no sence of pain, 
042:37,011[B  ]| The youngest in the morning are not sure, 
042:37,012[B  ]| That till the night their life they can secure 
042:37,013[B  ]| Their age stands more expos'd to accidents 
042:37,014[B  ]| Then our's, nor common cure their fate prevents:  
042:37,015[B  ]| Death's force (with terror) against Nature strives, 
042:37,016[B  ]| Nor one of many to ripe age arrives, 
042:37,017[B  ]| From this ill fate the world's disorders rise, 
042:37,018[B  ]| For if all men were old they would be wise, 
042:37,019[B  ]| Years, and experience, our fore-fathers taught, 
042:37,020[B  ]| Them under Laws, and into Cities brought:  
042:37,021[B  ]| Why only should the fear of death belong 
042:37,022[B  ]| To age?  which is as common to the young:  
042:37,023[B  ]| Your hopeful Brothers, and my Son, to you 
042:37,024[B  ]| (\Scipio\) and me, this maxime makes too true, 
042:37,025[B  ]| But vigorous Youth may his gay thoughts erect 
042:37,026[B  ]| To many years, which Age must not expect, 
042:37,027[B  ]| But when he sees his airy hopes deceiv'd, 
042:37,028[B  ]| With grief he saies, who this would have believ'd?  
042:37,029[B  ]| We happier are then they, who but desir'd 
042:37,030[B  ]| To possess that, which we long since acquir'd.  
042:37,031[B  ]| What if our age to \Nestor's\ could extend?  
042:37,032[B  ]| 'Tis vain to think that lasting, which must end; 
042:37,033[B  ]| And when 'tis past, not any part remains 
042:37,034[B  ]| Thereof, but the reward which virtue gains.  
042:37,035[B  ]| Dayes, Months, and years, like running waters flow, 
042:37,036[B  ]| Nor what is past, nor what's to come we know, 
042:37,037[B  ]| Our date how short soe're must us content, 
042:37,038[B  ]| When a good Actor doth his part present, 
042:37,039[B  ]| In ev'ry Act he our attention draws, 
042:37,040[B  ]| That at the last he may find just applause, 
042:37,041[B  ]| So (though but short) yet we must learn the art 
042:37,042[B  ]| Of virtue, on this Stage to act our part; 
042:37,043[B  ]| True wisdome must our actions so direct, 
042:37,044[B  ]| Not only the last Plaudite to expect; 
042:37,045[B  ]| Yet grieve no more though long that part should last, 
042:37,046[B  ]| Then Husbandmen, because the Spring is past, 
042:37,047[B  ]| The Spring, like Youth, fresh blossoms doth produce, 
042:37,048[B  ]| But Autumne makes them ripe, and fit for use:  
042:37,049[B  ]| So Age a Mature Mellowness doth set 
042:37,050[B  ]| On the green promises of youthfull heat.  
042:37,051[B  ]| All things which Nature did ordain, are good, 
042:37,052[B  ]| And so much be receiv'd, and understood, 
042:37,053[B  ]| Age, like ripe Apples, on earth's bosom drops, 
042:37,054[B  ]| Whil'st force our youth, like fruits untimely crops; 
042:37,055[B  ]| The sparkling flame of our warm blood expires, 
042:37,056[B  ]| As when huge streams are pour'd on raging fires, 
042:37,057[B  ]| But age unforc'd falls by her own consent, 
042:37,058[B  ]| As Coals to ashes, when the Spirit's spent; 
042:37,059[B  ]| Therefore to death I with such joy resort, 
042:37,060[B  ]| As Seamen from a Tempest to their Port, 
042:37,061[B  ]| Yet to that Port our selves we must not force, 
042:37,062[B  ]| Before our Pilot Nature steers our course, 
042:37,063[B  ]| Let us the Causes of our fear condemn, 
042:37,064[B  ]| Then death at his approach we shall contemn, 
042:37,065[B  ]| Though to our heat of youth our age seems cold, 
042:37,066[B  ]| Yet when resolv'd, it is more brave and bold.  
042:37,067[B  ]| Thus \Solon\ to \Pisistratus\ reply'd, 
042:37,068[B  ]| Demanded, on what succour he rely'd, 
042:37,069[B  ]| When with so few he boldly did ingage, 
042:37,070[B  ]| He said, he took his courage from his Age.  
042:37,071[B  ]| Then death seems welcome, and our Nature kind, 
042:37,072[B  ]| When leaving us a perfect sense and mind; 
042:37,073[B  ]| She (like a Workman in his Science skill'd) 
042:37,074[B  ]| Pulls down with ease, what her own hand did build.  
042:37,075[B  ]| That Art which knew to joyn all parts in one, 
042:37,076[B  ]| Makes the least violent separation.  
042:37,077[B  ]| Yet though our Ligaments betimes grow weak, 
042:37,078[B  ]| We must not force them till themselves they break.  
042:37,079[B  ]| \Pythag'ras\ bids us in our Station stand, 
042:37,080[B  ]| Till God our General shall us disband.  
042:37,081[B  ]| Wise \Solon\ dying, wisht his friends might grieve, 
042:37,082[B  ]| That in their memories he still might live.  
042:37,083[B  ]| Yet wiser \Ennius\ gave command to all 
042:37,084[B  ]| His friends, not to bewail his funeral; 
042:37,085[B  ]| Your tears for such a death in vain you spend, 
042:37,086[B  ]| Which strait in immortality shall end.  
042:37,087[B  ]| In death if there be any sense of pain, 
042:37,088[B  ]| But a short space, to age it will remain.  
042:37,089[B  ]| On which without my fears, my wishes wait, 
042:37,090[B  ]| But timorous youth on this should meditate:  
042:37,091[B  ]| Who for light pleasure this advice rejects, 
042:37,092[B  ]| Finds little, when his thoughts he recollects.  
042:37,093[B  ]| Our death (though not its certain date) we know, 
042:37,094[B  ]| Nor whether it may be this night, or no:  
042:37,095[B  ]| How then can they contented live?  who fear 
042:37,096[B  ]| A danger certain, and none knows how near.  
042:37,097[B  ]| They erre, who for the fear of death dispute, 
042:37,098[B  ]| Our gallant actions this mistake confute.  
042:37,099[B  ]| Thee (\Brutus\) \Rome's\ first Martyr I must name, 
042:37,100[B  ]| The \Curtii\ bravely div'd the Gulph of Flame:  
042:37,101[B  ]| \Attilius\ sacrific'd himself, to save 
042:37,102[B  ]| That faith, which to his barb'rous foes he gave; 
042:37,103[B  ]| With the two \Scipio's\ did thy Uncle fall, 
042:37,104[B  ]| Rather to fly from Conquering \Hannibal\.  
042:37,105[B  ]| The great \Marcellus\ (who restored \Rome\) 
042:37,106[B  ]| His greatest foes with Honour did intomb.  
042:37,107[B  ]| Their Lives how many of our Legions threw, 
042:37,108[B  ]| Into the breach?  whence no return they knew; 
042:37,109[B  ]| Must then the wise, the old, the learned fear, 
042:37,110[B  ]| What not the rude, the young, th' unlearn'd forbear?  
042:37,111[B  ]| Satiety from all things else doth come, 
042:37,112[B  ]| Then life must to it self grow wearisome.  
042:37,113[B  ]| Those Trifles wherein Children take delight, 
042:37,114[B  ]| Grow nauceous to the young man's appetite, 
042:37,115[B  ]| And from those gaieties our youth requires, 
042:37,116[B  ]| To exercise their minds, our age retires.  
042:37,117[B  ]| And when the last delights of Age shall die, 
042:37,118[B  ]| Life in it self will find satietie.  
042:37,119[B  ]| And now (my friends) my sense of death shall hear, 
042:37,120[B  ]| Which I can well describe, for he stands near.  
042:37,121[B  ]| Your Father \La*elius\, and yours \Scipio\, 
042:37,122[B  ]| My friends, and men of honour I did know:  
042:37,123[B  ]| As certainly as we must die, they live 
042:37,124[B  ]| That life which justly may that name receive.  
042:37,125[B  ]| Till from these prisons of our flesh releas'd, 
042:37,126[B  ]| Our Souls with heavy burdens lie oppress'd; 
042:37,127[B  ]| Which part of man from Heaven falling down, 
042:37,128[B  ]| Earth in her low Abysse, doth hide, and drown.  
042:37,129[B  ]| A place so dark to the Celestial light, 
042:37,130[B  ]| And pure, eternal fires quite opposite.  
042:37,131[B  ]| The Gods through humane bodies did disperse 
042:37,132[B  ]| An heavenly soul, to guide this Universe; 
042:37,133[B  ]| That man, when he of heavenly bodies saw 
042:37,134[B  ]| The Order, might from thence a pattern draw:  
042:37,135[B  ]| Nor this to me did my own dictates show 
042:37,136[B  ]| But to the old Philosophers I owe.  
042:37,137[B  ]| I heard \Pythagoras\, and those who came 
042:37,138[B  ]| With him, and from our Countrey took their Name.  
042:37,139[B  ]| Who never doubted but the beams divine 
042:37,140[B  ]| Deriv'd from Gods, in mortal breasts did shine.  
042:37,141[B  ]| Nor from my knowledge did the Antients hide 
042:37,142[B  ]| What \Socrates\ declar'd, the hour he dy'd, 
042:37,143[B  ]| He th' Immortality of Souls proclaim'd, 
042:37,144[B  ]| (Whom th' Oracle of men the wisest nam'd) 
042:37,145[B  ]| Why should we doubt of that?  whereof our sence 
042:37,146[B  ]| Finds demonstration from experience; 
042:37,147[B  ]| Our minds are here and there, below, above; 
042:37,148[B  ]| Nothing that's mortal can so swiftly move.  
042:37,149[B  ]| Our thoughts to future things their flight direct, 
042:37,150[B  ]| And in an instant all that's past collect, 
042:37,151[B  ]| Reason, remembrance, wit, inventive art, 
042:37,152[B  ]| No nature, but immortal, can impart.  
042:37,153[B  ]| Man's Soul in a perpetual motion flowes, 
042:37,154[B  ]| And to no outward cause that Motion owes; 
042:37,155[B  ]| And therefore, that, no end can overtake, 
042:37,156[B  ]| Because our minds cannot themselves forsake.  
042:37,157[B  ]| And since the matter of our Soul is pure, 
042:37,158[B  ]| And simple, which no mixture can endure 
042:37,159[B  ]| Of parts, which not among themselves agree; 
042:37,160[B  ]| Therefore it never can divided be.  
042:37,161[B  ]| And Nature shews (without Philosophy) 
042:37,162[B  ]| What cannot be divided, cannot die.  
042:37,163[B  ]| We even in easy infancy discern, 
042:37,164[B  ]| Knowledge is born with babes before they learn; 
042:37,165[B  ]| Ere they can speak, they find so many wayes 
042:37,166[B  ]| To serve their turn, and see more Arts than dayes, 
042:37,167[B  ]| Before their thoughts they plainly can expresse, 
042:37,168[B  ]| The words and things they know are numberlesse; 
042:37,169[B  ]| Which Nature only, and no Art could find, 
042:37,170[B  ]| But what she taught before, she call'd to mind.  
042:37,171[B  ]| This to his Sons (as \Xenophon\ records) 
042:37,172[B  ]| Of the great \Cyrus\ were the dying words; 
042:37,173[B  ]| \Fear not when I depart (nor therefore mourn)\ 
042:37,174[B  ]| \I shall be no where, or to nothing turn:\ 
042:37,175[B  ]| \That Soul, which gave me life, was seen by none,\ 
042:37,176[B  ]| \Yet by the actions it design'd, was known;\ 
042:37,177[B  ]| \And though its flight no mortal eye shall see,\ 
042:37,178[B  ]| \Yet know, for ever it the same shall be.\ 
042:37,179[B  ]| \That soul, which can immortal glory give,\ 
042:37,180[B  ]| \To her own Vertues must for ever live.\ 
042:37,181[B  ]| \Can you believe, that man's all-knowing mind\ 
042:37,182[B  ]| \Can to a mortal body be confin'd?\ 
042:37,183[B  ]| \Though a foul, foolish prison her immure\ 
042:37,184[B  ]| \On earth, she (when escap'd) is wise, and pure.\ 
042:37,185[B  ]| \Man's body when dissolv'd is but the same\ 
042:37,186[B  ]| \With beasts, and must return from whence it came;\ 
042:37,187[B  ]| \But whence into our bodys reason flowes,\ 
042:37,188[B  ]| \None sees it, when it comes, or where it goes.\ 
042:37,189[B  ]| \Nothing resembles death so much as sleep,\ 
042:37,190[B  ]| \Yet then our minds themselves from slumber keep.\ 
042:37,191[B  ]| \When from their fleshly bondage they are free,\ 
042:37,192[B  ]| \Then what divine, and future things they see?\ 
042:37,193[B  ]| \Which makes it most apparent whence they are,\ 
042:37,194[B  ]| \And what they shall hereafter be declare.\ 
042:37,195[B  ]| This Noble Speech the dying \Cyrus\ made.  
042:37,196[B  ]| Me (\Scipio\) shall no argument perswade, 
042:37,197[B  ]| Thy Grandsire, and his Brother, to whom Fame 
042:37,198[B  ]| Gave from two conquer'd parts o' th' World, their Name, 
042:37,199[B  ]| Nor thy great Grandsire, nor thy Father \Paul\, 
042:37,200[B  ]| Who fell at \Canna*e\ against \Hannibal\; 
042:37,201[B  ]| Nor I (for 'tis permitted to the ag'd 
042:37,202[B  ]| To boast their actions) had so oft ingag'd 
042:37,203[B  ]| In Battels, and in Pleadings, had we thought, 
042:37,204[B  ]| That only Fame our vertuous actions bought, 
042:37,205[B  ]| 'Twere better in soft pleasure and repose 
042:37,206[B  ]| Ingloriously our peaceful eyes to close:  
042:37,207[B  ]| Some high assurance hath possest my mind, 
042:37,208[B  ]| After my death, an happier life to find.  
042:37,209[B  ]| Unless our Souls from the Immortals came, 
042:37,210[B  ]| What end have to seek Immortal Fame?  
042:37,211[B  ]| All vertuous spirits some such hope attends, 
042:37,212[B  ]| Therefore the wise his dayes with pleasure ends.  
042:37,213[B  ]| The foolish and short-sighted die with fear, 
042:37,214[B  ]| That they go no where, or they know not where.  
042:37,215[B  ]| The wise and vertuous Soul with cleerer eyes 
042:37,216[B  ]| Before she parts, some happy Port discries.  
042:37,217[B  ]| My friends, your Fathers I shall surely see, 
042:37,218[B  ]| Nor only those I lov'd, or who lov'd me; 
042:37,219[B  ]| But such as before ours did end their daies:  
042:37,220[B  ]| Of whom we hear, and read, and write their praise.  
042:37,221[B  ]| This I believe, for were I on my way, 
042:37,222[B  ]| None should perswade me to return, or stay:  
042:37,223[B  ]| Should some God tell me, that I should be born, 
042:37,224[B  ]| And cry again, his offer I should scorn; 
042:37,225[B  ]| Asham'd when I have ended well my race, 
042:37,226[B  ]| To be led back, to my first starting place.  
042:37,227[B  ]| And since with life we are more griev'd than joy'd, 
042:37,228[B  ]| We should be either satisfi'd, or cloy'd; 
042:37,229[B  ]| Yet will not I my length of dayes deplore, 
042:37,230[B  ]| As many wise and learn'd have done before:  
042:37,231[B  ]| Nor can I think such life in vain is lent, 
042:37,232[B  ]| Which for our Countrey and our friends is spent.  
042:37,233[B  ]| Hence from an Inne, not from my home, I pass, 
042:37,234[B  ]| Since Nature meant us here no dwelling place.  
042:37,235[B  ]| Happy when I from this turmoil set free, 
042:37,236[B  ]| That peaceful and divine assembly see:  
042:37,237[B  ]| Not only those I nam'd I there shall greet, 
042:37,238[B  ]| But my own gallant vertuous \Cato\ meet.  
042:37,239[B  ]| Nor did I weep, when I to ashes turn'd 
042:37,240[B  ]| His belov'd body, who should mine have burn'd:  
042:37,241[B  ]| I in my thoughts beheld his Soul ascend, 
042:37,242[B  ]| Where his fixt hopes our Interview attend:  
042:37,243[B  ]| Then cease to wonder that I feel no grief 
042:37,244[B  ]| From Age, which is of my delights the chief.  
042:37,245[B  ]| My hope's, if this assurance hath deceiv'd, 
042:37,246[B  ]| (That I Man's Soul Immortal have believ'd) 
042:37,247[B  ]| And if I erre, no Pow'r shall dispossess 
042:37,248[B  ]| My thoughts of that expected happiness.  
042:37,249[B  ]| Though some minute Philosophers pretend, 
042:37,250[B  ]| That with our dayes our pains and pleasures end.  
042:37,251[B  ]| If it be so, I hold the safer side, 
042:37,252[B  ]| For none of them my Error shall deride.  
042:37,253[B  ]| And if hereafter no rewards appear, 
042:37,254[B  ]| Yet Vertue hath it self rewarded here.  
042:37,255[B  ]| If those who this Opinion have despis'd, 
042:37,256[B  ]| And their whole life to pleasure sacrific'd; 
042:37,257[B  ]| Should feel their error, they when undeceiv'd, 
042:37,258[B  ]| Too late will wish, that me they had believ'd.  
042:37,259[B  ]| If Souls no Immortality obtain, 
042:37,260[B  ]| 'Tis fit our bodies should be out of pain.  
042:37,261[B  ]| The same uneasiness, which every thing 
042:37,262[B  ]| Gives to our Nature, life must also bring.  
042:37,263[B  ]| Good Acts (if long) seem tedious, so is Age 
042:37,264[B  ]| Acting too long upon this Earth her Stage.  
042:37,265[B  ]| Thus much for Age, to which when you arrive, 
042:37,266[B  ]| That Joy to you, which it gives me, 'twill give.