031:00,000[' ]| 031:00,000[' ]| 031:00,000[' ]| 031:00,000[' ]| 031:00,000[' ]| 031:00,000[' ]| 031:00,000[' ]| 031:00,000[' ]| 031:01,000[' ]| 031:01,001[A ]| Tarugo gave us wonder and delight 031:01,002[A ]| When he obliged the world by candlelight; 031:01,003[A ]| But now he's ventured on the face of day 031:01,004[A ]| T'oblige and serve his friends a nobler way, 031:01,005[A ]| Make all our old men wits, statesmen the young 031:01,006[A ]| And teach even Englishmen the English tongue. 031:01,007[A ]| James, on whose reign all peaceful stars did smile, 031:01,008[A ]| Did but attempt the uniting of our isle. 031:01,009[A ]| What kings and nature only could design 031:01,010[A ]| Shall be accomplished by this work of thine. 031:01,011[A ]| For who is such a cockney in his heart, 031:01,012[A ]| Proud of the plenty of the southern part, 031:01,013[A ]| To scorn that union by which he may 031:01,014[A ]| Boast 'twas his countryman that writ this play? 031:01,015[A ]| Phoebus himself, indulgent to thy muse, 031:01,016[A ]| Has to thy country sent this kind excuse: 031:01,017@b | "Fair northern lass, it is not through neglect 031:01,018@b | I court thee at a distance, but respect. 031:01,019@b | I cannot act, my passion is so great, 031:01,020@b | But I'll make up in light what wants in heat. 031:01,021@b | On these I will bestow my longest days 031:01,022@b | And crown thy sons with everlasting bays. 031:01,023@b | My beams that reach thee shall employ their powers 031:01,024@b | To ripen souls of men, not fruits or flowers. 031:01,025@b | Let warmer climes my fading favours boast: 031:01,026@b | Poets and stars shine brightest in thy frost. 031:02,000[' ]| 031:02,000[' ]| 031:02,001[A ]| Come on, ye critics, find one fault who dare, 031:02,002[A ]| For, read it backward, like a witch's prayer, 031:02,003[A ]| 'Twill do as well: throw not away your jests 031:02,004[A ]| On solid nonsense that abides all tests. 031:02,005[A ]| Wit, like tierce claret, when't begins to pall, 031:02,006[A ]| Neglected lies, and is of no use at all; 031:02,007[A ]| But in its full perfection of decay 031:02,008[A ]| Turns vinegar and comes again in play. 031:02,009[A ]| This simile shall stand in thy defence 031:02,010[A ]| 'Gainst such dull rogues as now and then write sense. 031:02,011[A ]| He lies, dear Ned, who says thy brain is barren, 031:02,012[A ]| Where deep conceits, like vermin, breed in carrion. 031:02,013[A ]| Thou hast a brain, such as thou hast, indeed ~~ 031:02,014[A ]| On what else should thy worm of fancy feed? 031:02,015[A ]| Yet in a filbert I have often known 031:02,016[A ]| Maggots survive when all the kernel's gone. 031:02,017[A ]| Thy style's the same whatever be the theme, 031:02,018[A ]| As some digestions turn all meat to phlegm. 031:02,019[A ]| Thy stumbling, foundered jade can trot as high 031:02,020[A ]| As any other Pegasus can fly. 031:02,021[A ]| As skilful divers to the bottom fall 031:02,022[A ]| Sooner than those that cannot swim at all, 031:02,023[A ]| So in this way of writing without thinking 031:02,024[A ]| Thou hast a strange alacrity in sinking. 031:02,025[A ]| Thou writest below e'en thy own natural parts 031:02,026[A ]| And with acquired dullness and new arts 031:02,027[A ]| Of studied nonsense tak'st kind readers' hearts. 031:02,028[A ]| So the dull eel moves nimbler in the mud 031:02,029[A ]| Than all the swift-finned racers of the flood. 031:02,030[A ]| Therefore, dear Ned, at my advice forebear 031:02,031[A ]| Such loud complaints 'gainst critics to prefer, 031:02,032[A ]| Since thou art turned an arrant libeller. 031:02,033[A ]| Thou settest thy name to what thyself dost write: 031:02,034[A ]| Did ever libel yet so sharply bite? 031:03,000[' ]| 031:03,001[A ]| Many have been the vain attempts of wit 031:03,002[A ]| Against the still prevailing hypocrite. 031:03,003[A ]| Once, and but once, a poet got the day 031:03,004[A ]| And vanquished Busy in a puppet play. 031:03,005[A ]| But Busy, rallying, armed with zeal and rage, 031:03,006[A ]| Possessed the pulpit and pulled down the stage. 031:03,007[A ]| To laugh at English knaves is dangerous then, 031:03,008[A ]| Whilst English fools will think them honest men. 031:03,009[A ]| But sure no zealous rabbi will deny us 031:03,010[A ]| Free leave to act our Monsieur*Ananias. 031:03,011[A ]| A man may say without being thought an atheist 031:03,012[A ]| There are dammed rogues amongst the French and Papist 031:03,013[A ]| That fix salvation in short bands and hair, 031:03,014[A ]| That belch and snuffle to prolong a prayer, 031:03,015[A ]| That use "enjoy the creature" to express 031:03,016[A ]| Plain whoring, gluttony and drunkenness; 031:03,017[A ]| And in a decent way perform them too, 031:03,018[A ]| As well, nay better far, alas, than you 031:03,019[A ]| Whose fleshly failings are but fornication ~~ 031:03,020[A ]| We godly phrase it "gospel propagation", 031:03,021[A ]| Just as rebellion was called reformation. 031:03,022[A ]| Though zeal stand sentry at the gate of sin, 031:03,023[A ]| Yet all that have the word pass freely in: 031:03,024[A ]| Silent and in the dark for fear of spies 031:03,025[A ]| We march and take damnation by surprise. 031:03,026[A ]| There's not a roaring blade about the town 031:03,027[A ]| Can go so far towards hell for half a crown 031:03,028[A ]| As I for sixpence, because I know the way: 031:03,029[A ]| For want of guides, men are too apt to stray. 031:03,030[A ]| Therefore give ear to what I shall advise: 031:03,031[A ]| Let every married man that's rich and wise 031:03,032[A ]| Take a Tartuffe of known ability 031:03,033[A ]| To teach and to increase his family, 031:03,034[A ]| Who may to settle lasting reformation 031:03,035[A ]| First get his son, then give him education. 031:04,000[' ]| 031:04,001[A ]| Courage, dear Moll, and drive away despair. 031:04,002[A ]| Mopsa, who in her youth was scarce thought fair, 031:04,003[A ]| In spite of age, experience, and decays, 031:04,004[A ]| Sets up for charming in her fading days; 031:04,005[A ]| Snuffs her dim eyes to give one parting blow, 031:04,006[A ]| Have at the heart of every ogling beau! 031:04,007[A ]| This goodly goose, all feathered like a jay, 031:04,008[A ]| So gravely vain and so demurely gay, 031:04,009[A ]| Last night, to grace the court, did overload 031:04,010[A ]| Her bald, buff forehead with a high commode. 031:04,011[A ]| Her steps were managed with such tender art, 031:04,012[A ]| As if each board had been a lover's heart. 031:04,013[A ]| In all her air, in every glance, was seen 031:04,014[A ]| A mixture strange, 'twixt fifty and fifteen. 031:04,015[A ]| Crowds of admiring fops about her press; 031:04,016[A ]| Hampden himself delivers their address, 031:04,017[A ]| Which she accepting with a nice disdain, 031:04,018[A ]| Owns them her subjects and begins to reign. 031:04,019[A ]| Fair Queen of Fopland is her royal style ~~ 031:04,020[A ]| Fopland, the greatest part of this great isle! 031:04,021[A ]| Nature did ne'er more equally divide 031:04,022[A ]| A female heart 'twixt piety and pride. 031:04,023[A ]| Her watchful maids prevent the peep of day 031:04,024[A ]| And all in order on her toilet lay 031:04,025[A ]| Prayer books and patch box, sermon notes and paint, 031:04,026[A ]| At once t'improve the sinner and the saint. 031:04,027[A ]| Farewell, friend Moll: expect no more from me; 031:04,028[A ]| But if you would a full description seel 031:04,029[A ]| You'll find her somewhere in the litany 031:04,030[A ]| With pride, vainglory and hypocrisy. 031:05,000[' ]| 031:05,001[A ]| The youth whose fortune the vast globe obeyed, 031:05,002[A ]| Finding his royal enemy betrayed 031:05,003[A ]| And in his chariot by vile hands oppressed, 031:05,004[A ]| With noble pity and just rage possessed, 031:05,005[A ]| Wept at the fall of so sublime a state 031:05,006[A ]| And with the traitor's death revenged the fate 031:05,007[A ]| Of monarchy profaned; so acted too 031:05,008[A ]| The generous Caesar when the Roman knew 031:05,009[A ]| A coward king had treacherously slain 031:05,010[A ]| One he scarce foiled on the Pharsalian plain. 031:05,011[A ]| The doom of his famed rival he bemoaned 031:05,012[A ]| And the base author of the crime dethroned. 031:05,013[A ]| So virtuous was the actions of the great, 031:05,014[A ]| Far from the guilty acts of desperate hate: 031:05,015[A ]| They knew no foe, but in the open field, 031:05,016[A ]| And to their cause and to their gods appealed. 031:05,017[A ]| So William acts, and if his rivals dare 031:05,018[A ]| Dispute his right by arms, he'll meet them there 031:05,019[A ]| Where Jove, as once on Ida, holds the scale 031:05,020[A ]| And lets the good, the just, the brave prevail. 031:06,000[' ]| 031:06,001[A ]| Phyllis, though your powerful charms 031:06,002[A ]| Have forced me from my Celia's arms, 031:06,003[A ]| That sure defence against all powers 031:06,004[A ]| But those relentless eyes of yours, 031:06,005[A ]| Think not your conquest to maintain 031:06,006[A ]| By rigour or unjust disdain. 031:06,007[A ]| In vain, fair nymph, in vain you strive 031:06,008[A ]| For love does seldom hope survive; 031:06,009[A ]| My heart may languish for a time, 031:06,010[A ]| While all your glories in their prime 031:06,011[A ]| May justify such cruelty 031:06,012[A ]| By the same force that conquered me. 031:06,013[A ]| When age shall come, at whose command 031:06,014[A ]| Those troops of beauties must disband, 031:06,015[A ]| A tyrant's strength once took away, 031:06,016[A ]| What slave so dull as to obey? 031:06,017[A ]| Those threatening dangers to remove, 031:06,018[A ]| Make me believe at least you love; 031:06,019[A ]| Dissemble well and by that art 031:06,020[A ]| Preserve and govern well my heart. 031:06,021[A ]| But if you'll choose another way 031:06,022[A ]| To save your empire from decay, 031:06,023[A ]| O then forever fix your throne: 031:06,024[A ]| Be kind, but kind to me alone. 031:07,000[' ]| 031:07,001[A ]| At noon in a sunshiny day 031:07,002[A ]| The brightest lady of the May, 031:07,003[A ]| Young Chloris innocent and gay, 031:07,004[A ]| Sat knotting in a shade. 031:07,005[A ]| Each slender finger played its part 031:07,006[A ]| With such activity and art 031:07,007[A ]| As would inflame a youthful heart 031:07,008[A ]| And warm the most decayed. 031:07,009[A ]| Her favourite swain by chance came by, 031:07,010[A ]| No sight could better please her eye; 031:07,011[A ]| Yet when the bashful boy drew nigh 031:07,012[A ]| She would have seemed afraid. 031:07,013[A ]| She let her ivory needle fall, 031:07,014[A ]| And hurled away the twisted ball, 031:07,015[A ]| But straight gave Strephon such a call 031:07,016[A ]| As would have raised the dead. 031:07,017@c | Dear gentle youth, is't none but thee 031:07,018@c | With innocence I dare be free; 031:07,019@c | By so much trust and modesty 031:07,020@c | No nymph was e'er betrayed. 031:07,021@c | Come lean the head upon my lap, 031:07,022@c | While thy smooth cheeks I stroke and clap; 031:07,023@c | Thou mayst securely take a nap: 031:07,024[A ]| Which he, poor fool obeyed. 031:07,025[A ]| She saw him yawn and heard him snore, 031:07,026[A ]| And found him fast asleep all o'er. 031:07,027[A ]| She sighed, and could endure no more, 031:07,028[A ]| But starting up she said. 031:07,029@c | Such virtue shall rewarded be: 031:07,030@c | For this, thy dull fidelity, 031:07,031@c | I'll trust thee with my flocks, not me, 031:07,032@c | Pursue thy grazing trade. 031:07,033@c | Go milk thy goats, and shear thy sheep, 031:07,034@c | And watch all night thy flocks to keep; 031:07,035@c | Thou shall no more be lulled asleep 031:07,036@c | By me, mistaken maid. 031:08,000[' ]| 031:08,001[A ]| Phyllis, for shame let us improve 031:08,002[A ]| A thousand several ways 031:08,003[A ]| These few short minutes stolen by love 031:08,004[A ]| From many tedious days. 031:08,005[A ]| Whilst you want courage to despise 031:08,006[A ]| The censure of the grave, 031:08,007[A ]| For all the tyrants in your eyes 031:08,008[A ]| Your heart is but a slave. 031:08,009[A ]| My love is full of noble pride 031:08,010[A ]| And never will submit 031:08,011[A ]| To let that fop discretion, ride 031:08,012[A ]| In triumph over it. 031:08,013[A ]| False friends I have, as well as you, 031:08,014[A ]| Who daily counsel me 031:08,015[A ]| Fame and ambition to pursue, 031:08,016[A ]| And leave off loving thee. 031:08,017[A ]| When I the least belief bestow 031:08,018[A ]| On what such fools advise, 031:08,019[A ]| May I be dull enough to grow 031:08,020[A ]| Most miserably wise. 031:09,000[' ]| 031:09,001[A ]| May the ambitious ever find 031:09,002[A ]| Rewards in crowds and noise, 031:09,003[A ]| Whilst gentle love does fill my mind 031:09,004[A ]| With silent, real joys. 031:09,005[A ]| May fools and knaves grow rich and great, 031:09,006[A ]| And the world think 'em wise, 031:09,007[A ]| Whilst I lie dying at her feet, 031:09,008[A ]| And all that world despise. 031:09,009[A ]| Let conquering kings new trophies raise, 031:09,010[A ]| And melt in court delights: 031:09,011[A ]| Her eyes can give me brighter days, 031:09,012[A ]| Her arms much softer nights. 031:10,000[' ]| 031:10,001[A ]| Phyllis the fairest of love's foes, 031:10,002[A ]| Yet fiercer than a dragon; 031:10,003[A ]| Phyllis that scorned the powdered beaux 031:10,004[A ]| What has she now to brag on? 031:10,005[A ]| Since while she kept her legs so close, 031:10,006[A ]| Her breech had scarce a rag on. 031:10,007[A ]| Compelled by want, this wretched maid 031:10,008[A ]| Did sad complaints begin, 031:10,009[A ]| Which surly Strephon hearing said 031:10,010[A ]| It was both shame and sin 031:10,011[A ]| To pity such a lazy jade 031:10,012[A ]| That would neither kiss nor spin. 031:11,000[' ]| 031:11,001[A ]| Methinks the Poor Town has been troubled too long 031:11,002[A ]| With Phillis and Cloris in every Song; 031:11,003[A ]| By fools, who at once can both love and despair, 031:11,004[A ]| And will never leave calling them cruel and fair; 031:11,005[A ]| Which justly provokes me, in rhyme, to express 031:11,006[A ]| The truth that I know of bonny Black Bess. 031:11,007[A ]| This Bess of my Heart, this Bess of my soul, 031:11,008[A ]| Has a skin white as milk, and hair black as coal; 031:11,009[A ]| She's plump, yet with ease you may span round her waist, 031:11,010[A ]| But her round swelling thighs can scarce be embraced: 031:11,011[A ]| Her belly is soft, not a word of the rest, 031:11,012[A ]| But I know what I think when I drink to the Best. 031:11,013[A ]| The ploughman and squire, the erranter clown, 031:11,014[A ]| At home she subdued in her paragon pown; 031:11,015[A ]| But now she adorns the boxes and pit, 031:11,016[A ]| And the proudest town gallants are forced to submit; 031:11,017[A ]| All hearts fall a leaping wherever she comes, 031:11,018[A ]| And beat day and night, like my Lord*Craven's drums. 031:11,019[A ]| I dare not permit her to come to Whitehall, 031:11,020[A ]| For she'd out-shine the ladies, paint, jewels, and all; 031:11,021[A ]| If a lord should but whisper his love in the crowd, 031:11,022[A ]| She'd sell him a bargain, and laugh out aloud; 031:11,023[A ]| Then the Queen overhearing what Betty did say, 031:11,024[A ]| Would send Mr*Roper to take her away. 031:11,025[A ]| But to these that have had my dear Bess in their arms, 031:11,026[A ]| She's gentle, and knows how to soften her charms; 031:11,027[A ]| And to every beauty can add a new grace, 031:11,028[A ]| Having learned how to lisp, and to trip in her pace; 031:11,029[A ]| And with head on one side, and a languishing eye, 031:11,030[A ]| To kill us by looking, as if she would die. 031:12,000[' ]| 031:12,001[A ]| Dreaming last night on Mrs*Farley, 031:12,002[A ]| My prick was up this morning early; 031:12,003[A ]| And I was fain without my gown 031:12,004[A ]| To rise in th' cold to get him down. 031:12,005[A ]| Hard shift, alas, but yet a sure. 031:12,006[A ]| Although it be no pleasing cure. 031:12,007[A ]| Of old the fair Egyptian slattern, 031:12,008[A ]| For luxury that had no pattern, 031:12,009[A ]| To fortify her Roman swinger. 031:12,010[A ]| Instead of nutmeg, mace and ginger, 031:12,011[A ]| Did spice his bowels (as story tells) 031:12,012[A ]| With warts of rocks and spawn of shells. 031:12,013[A ]| It had been happy for her grace 031:12,014[A ]| Had I been in the rascal's place; 031:12,015[A ]| I, who do scorn that any stone 031:12,016[A ]| Should raise my pintle but my own, 031:12,017[A ]| Had laid her down on every couch 031:12,018[A ]| And saved her pearl and diamond brooch, 031:12,019[A ]| Until her hot-tailed Majesty, 031:12,020[A ]| Being happily reclaimed by me, 031:12,021[A ]| From all her wild expensive ways, 031:12,022[A ]| Had worn her gems on holidays, 031:12,023[A ]| But since her cunt has long done itching 031:12,024[A ]| Let us discourse of modern bitching. 031:12,025[A ]| I must entreat you by this letter, 031:12,026[A ]| To inquire for whores, the more the better. 031:12,027[A ]| Hunger makes any man a glutton; 031:12,028[A ]| If Roberts, Thomas. Mrs*Dutton, 031:12,029[A ]| Or any other bawds of note 031:12,030[A ]| Inform of a fresh petticoat, 031:12,031[A ]| Inquire, I pray, with friendly care 031:12,032[A ]| Where their respective lodgings are. 031:12,033[A ]| Some do compare a man to a bark, 031:12,034[A ]| A pretty metaphor, pray mark ~~ 031:12,035[A ]| And with a long and tedious story, 031:12,036[A ]| Will all the tackling lay before ye: 031:12,037[A ]| The sails are hope, the masts desire, 031:12,038[A ]| Till they the gentlest reader tire. 031:12,039[A ]| But, howsoever they keep a pudder, 031:12,040[A ]| I'm sure the pintle is the rudder: 031:12,041[A ]| The powerful rudder, which of force 031:12,042[A ]| To town will shortly steer my course. 031:12,043[A ]| And if you do not there provide 031:12,044[A ]| A port where I may safely ride, 031:12,045[A ]| Landing in haste in some foul creek 031:12,046[A ]| 'Tis ten to one I spring a leak. 031:12,047[A ]| Next, I must make it my request, 031:12,048[A ]| If you have any interest, 031:12,049[A ]| Or can by any means discover 031:12,050[A ]| Some lamentable rhyming lover, 031:12,051[A ]| Who shall in numbers harsh and vile 031:12,052[A ]| His mistress "nymph" or "goddess" style, 031:12,053[A ]| Send all his labours down to me 031:12,054[A ]| By the first opportunity. 031:12,055[A ]| Or any knights of your round table, 031:12,056[A ]| To other scribblers formidable, 031:12,057[A ]| Guilty themselves of the same crime, 031:12,058[A ]| Dress nonsense up in ragged rhyme, 031:12,059[A ]| As once a week they seldom fail, 031:12,060[A ]| Inspired by love and gridiron ale 031:12,061[A ]| Or any paltry poetry, 031:12,062[A ]| Though from the university, 031:12,063[A ]| Who when the king and queen were there 031:12,064[A ]| Did both their wit and learning spare, 031:12,065[A ]| And have, I hope, endeavoured since 031:12,066[A ]| To make the world some recompense. 031:12,067[A ]| Such damned fustian when you meet, 031:12,068[A ]| Be not too rash or indiscreet, 031:12,069[A ]| Though they can plead no just excuses, 031:12,070[A ]| To put them to their proper uses ~~ 031:12,071[A ]| The fatal privy or the fire, 031:12,072[A ]| Their nobler foe ~~ at my desire 031:12,073[A ]| Restrain your natural profuseness 031:12,074[A ]| And spare them though you have a looseness. 031:13,000[' ]| 031:13,001[A ]| If I can guess, the devil choke me, 031:13,002[A ]| What horrid fury could provoke thee 031:13,003[A ]| To use thy railing, scurrilous wit 031:13,004[A ]| 'Gainst prick and cunt the source of it; 031:13,005[A ]| For what but prick and cunt does raise 031:13,006[A ]| Our thoughts to songs and roundelays, 031:13,007[A ]| Enables us to anagrams 031:13,008[A ]| And other amorous flim-flams? 031:13,009[A ]| Then we write plays and so proceed 031:13,010[A ]| To bays, the poets sacred weed. 031:13,011[A ]| Hast thou no respect for god Priapus? 031:13,012[A ]| That ancient story should not 'scape us. 031:13,013[A ]| Priapus was a Roman god 031:13,014[A ]| But in plain English prick and cod, 031:13,015[A ]| Who pleased their sisters, wives and daughters. 031:13,016[A ]| Guarded their pippins and pomwaters. 031:13,017[A ]| For at the orchard's utmost entry 031:13,018[A ]| This mighty deity stood sentry, 031:13,019[A ]| In vested in a tattered blanket 031:13,020[A ]| To scare the magpies from their banquet. 031:13,021[A ]| But this may serve to show we trample 031:13,022[A ]| On rule and method by example 031:13,023[A ]| Of modern writers, who to snap at all, 031:13,024[A ]| Will talk of Caesar in the Capitol, 031:13,025[A ]| Of Cynthia's beams and Sol's bright ray, 031:13,026[A ]| Known foe to buttermilk and whey, 031:13,027[A ]| Which softens wax and hardens clay. 031:13,028[A ]| All this without the least connection, 031:13,029[A ]| Which is to say truth's enough to vex one; 031:13,030[A ]| But farewell to all poetic dizziness, 031:13,031[A ]| And now to come unto the business. 031:13,032[A ]| Tell the bright nymph how sad and pensively 031:13,033[A ]| Ever since we used her so offensively, 031:13,034[A ]| In dismal shades, with arms across 031:13,035[A ]| I sit lamenting of my loss. 031:13,036[A ]| To Echo I her name commend 031:13,037[A ]| Who has it now at her tongue's end, 031:13,038[A ]| And parrot-like repeats the same; 031:13,039[A ]| For should you talk of Tamburlaine, 031:13,040[A ]| Cuffley! she cries at the same time 031:13,041[A ]| (Though the last accent does not rhyme) ~~ 031:13,042[A ]| Far more than Echo e'er did yet 031:13,043[A ]| For Phyllis or bright Amoret. 031:13,044[A ]| With penknife keen of moderate size, 031:13,045[A ]| As bright and piercing as her eyes 031:13,046[A ]| (A glittering weapon, which would scorn 031:13,047[A ]| To pare a nail or cut a corn), 031:13,048[A ]| Upon the trees of smoothest bark 031:13,049[A ]| I carve her name or else her mark, 031:13,050[A ]| Which commonly's a bleeding heart, 031:13,051[A ]| A weeping eye, or flaming dart. 031:13,052[A ]| Here on a beech, like amorous sot, 031:13,053[A ]| I sometime carve a true-love's knot. 031:13,054[A ]| There a tall oak her name does wear, 031:13,055[A ]| In a large spreading character. 031:13,056[A ]| I chose the fairest and the best 031:13,057[A ]| Of all the grove: among the rest 031:13,058[A ]| I carved in one a lofty pine, 031:13,059[A ]| Who wept a pint of turpentine; 031:13,060[A ]| Such was the terror on her name, 031:13,061[A ]| By the report of evil fame, 031:13,062[A ]| Who, tired with immoderate flight, 031:13,063[A ]| Had lodged upon its boughs all night, 031:13,064[A ]| The wary tree, who feared a clap, 031:13,065[A ]| And knew the virtue of its sap, 031:13,066[A ]| Dropped balsam into every wound 031:13,067[A ]| And in an hour's time was sound. 031:13,068[A ]| But you are unacquainted yet 031:13,069[A ]| With half the power of Amoret; 031:13,070[A ]| For she can drink as well as swive, 031:13,071[A ]| Her growing empire still must thrive. 031:13,072[A ]| Our hearts, weak forts, we must resign 031:13,073[A ]| When beauty does its forces join 031:13,074[A ]| With man's strong enemy, good wine. 031:13,075[A ]| This I was told by Lord*O'Brien, 031:13,076[A ]| A man whose words I much rely on: 031:13,077[A ]| He kept touch and came down hither 031:13,078[A ]| When you were scared by the foul weather. 031:13,079[A ]| But if thou wouldst forgiven be, 031:13,080[A ]| Say that a cunt detained thee; 031:13,081[A ]| Cunt, whose strong charms the world bewitches, 031:13,082[A ]| The joy of kings, the beggar's riches; 031:13,083[A ]| The courtiers's business, statesman's leisure, 031:13,084[A ]| The tired tinker's ease and pleasure! 031:13,085[A ]| Of which,alas, I've leave to prate, 031:13,086[A ]| But O, the rigour of my fate! 031:13,087[A ]| For want of bouncing 7bona 7roba 031:13,088[A ]| 7Lasciva 7est 7nobis 7pagina 7vita 7proba. 031:13,089[A ]| For that rhyme I was fain to fumble; 031:13,090[A ]| When Pegasus begins to stumble, 031:13,091[A ]| 'Tis time to rest your very humble 031:13,092[A ]| Buckhurst 031:14,000[' ]| 031:14,001[A ]| After thinking this Fortnight of Whig and of Tory, 031:14,002[A ]| This to me is the long and the short of the Story: 031:14,003[A ]| They are all Fools and Knaves; and they keep up this pother, 031:14,004[A ]| On both sides, designing to cheat one another. 031:14,005[A ]| Poor Rowley (whose Maxims of State are a riddle) 031:14,006[A ]| Has placed himself much like the Pin in the middle: 031:14,007[A ]| Let which corner so ever be tumbled down first, 031:14,008[A ]| 'Tis ten Thousand to one, but he comes by the worst. 031:14,009[A ]| 'Twixt Brother and Bastard (those Dukes of Renown) 031:14,010[A ]| He'll make a wise shift to get rid of his Crown. 031:14,011[A ]| Had he half common Sense (were it ne'er so uncivil) 031:14,012[A ]| He'd have had 'em long since tipped down to the Devil. 031:14,013[A ]| The first is a Prince well fashioned, well featured, 031:14,014[A ]| No Bigot to speak of, not false, nor ill natured: 031:14,015[A ]| The other for Government can't be unfit, 031:14,016[A ]| He's so little a Fop, and so plaguy a Wit. 031:14,017[A ]| Had I this soft Son, and this dangerous Brother, 031:14,018[A ]| I'd hang up the one, then I'd piss upon t'other. 031:14,019[A ]| I'd make this the long and the Short of the Story; 031:14,020[A ]| The Fools might be Whigs, none but Knaves should be Tory. 031:15,000[' ]| 031:15,001[A ]| Inflamed with Love and led by blind desires, 031:15,002[A ]| The man pursues, the blushful Maid retires. 031:15,003[A ]| He hopes for pleasures, but she fears the Pain, 031:15,004[A ]| His Love but Ignorance is, her fears more vain. 031:15,005[A ]| When ere he tastes those Joys so prized before 031:15,006[A ]| He'll love no longer and she'll fear no more. 031:16,000[' ]| 031:16,001[A ]| Wou'd you in Love succeed, be Brisk, be Gay, 031:16,002[A ]| Cast all dull Thoughts and serious Looks away; 031:16,003[A ]| Think not with down cast Eyes, and mournful Air, 031:16,004[A ]| To move to pity, the Relentless Fair, 031:16,005[A ]| Or draw from her bright Eyes a Crystal Tear. 031:16,006[A ]| This Method Foreign is to your Affair, 031:16,007[A ]| Too formal for the Frolic you prepare: 031:16,008[A ]| Thus, when you think she yields to Love's advance, 031:16,009[A ]| You'll find 'tis no Consent, but Complaisance. 031:16,010[A ]| Whilst he who boldly rifles all her Charms, 031:16,011[A ]| Kisses and Ravishes her in his Arms, 031:16,012[A ]| Seizes the favour, stays not for a Grant, 031:16,013[A ]| Alarms her Blood, and makes her sigh and pant; 031:16,014[A ]| Gives her no time to speak, or think't a Crime, 031:16,015[A ]| Enjoys his Wish, and well employs his time. 031:17,000[' ]| 031:17,001[A ]| The Fire of Love in youthful Blood, 031:17,002[A ]| Like what is kindled in Brushwood 031:17,003[A ]| But for a Moment burns, 031:17,004[A ]| Yet in that Moment makes a mighty Noise: 031:17,005[A ]| It crackles, and to Vapour turns, 031:17,006[A ]| And soon it self destroys. 031:17,007[A ]| But when crept into aged Veins, 031:17,008[A ]| It slowly burns, and long remains, 031:17,009[A ]| And with a sullen Heat, 031:17,010[A ]| Like Fire in Logs, it glows and warms 'em long; 031:17,011[A ]| And tho' the Flame be not so great, 031:17,012[A ]| Yet is the Heat as strong. 031:18,000[' ]| 031:18,001[A ]| As Colin drove his sheep along 031:18,002[A ]| By Whitehall, there was such a throng 031:18,003[A ]| Of early coaches at the gate 031:18,004[A ]| The silly swain was forced to wait. 031:18,005[A ]| Chance threw him on Sir*Edward*Sutton, 031:18,006[A ]| A jolly knight that rhymes to mutton: 031:18,007@w | "Colin," 031:18,007[A ]| said he, 031:18,007@w | "this is the day 031:18,008@w | For which poor England long did pray, 031:18,009@w | The day that sets our monarch free 031:18,010@w | From buttered buns and slavery. 031:18,011@w | This hour, from French intrigues, 'tis said 031:18,012@w | He'll clear his council and his bed. 031:18,013@w | Portsmouth, he now vouchsafes to know, 031:18,014@w | Was the cast whore of Count*de*Sault. 031:18,015@w | Each night with her dear was as sessions 031:18,016@w | O' th' house, and fuller of petitions, 031:18,017@w | Which drained him till he was not able 031:18,018@w | To keep his council or a table; 031:18,019@w | So that whitestaves, grooms and pages 031:18,020@w | Live alike upon board wages. 031:18,021@w | She must retire and sell her place; 031:18,022@w | Buyers, you see, flock in apace." 031:18,023[A ]| Silence in the court being once proclaimed, 031:18,024[A ]| Up stepped fair Richmond, once so famed. 031:18,025[A ]| She offered much, but was refused, 031:18,026[A ]| And of miscarriages accused. 031:18,027[A ]| They said a cunt so used to puke 031:18,028[A ]| Could never bear a booby duke; 031:18,029[A ]| That Mulgrave, Villiers and Jack*How 031:18,030[A ]| For one salt duchess were enow. 031:18,031[A ]| Nor would his Majesty accept her 031:18,032[A ]| At thirty, who at eighteen leapt her: 031:18,033[A ]| She blushed and modestly withdrew. 031:18,034[A ]| Next Middleton appeared in view. 031:18,035[A ]| Who straight was told of Montague, 031:18,036[A ]| Of baits from Hyde, of clothes from France, 031:18,037[A ]| Of armpits, toes of suffisance; 031:18,038[A ]| At which the court set up a laughter. 031:18,039[A ]| But then she pleaded for her daughter: 031:18,040[A ]| A buxom lass fit for the place 031:18,041[A ]| Were not her father in disgrace, 031:18,042[A ]| Whose monstrous chin, 'twas thought, begun 031:18,043[A ]| Her pretty face to overrun; 031:18,044[A ]| Besides some strange incestuous stories 031:18,045[A ]| Of Harvey and her long Clitoris. 031:18,046[A ]| With these exceptions she's dismissed, 031:18,047[A ]| And Morland fair enters the list: 031:18,048[A ]| Husband in hand, most decently, 031:18,049[A ]| And begs at any rate to buy. 031:18,050[A ]| She offered jewels of great price, 031:18,051[A ]| And dear Sir*Samuel's next device, 031:18,052[A ]| Whether it be a pump or table, 031:18,053[A ]| Glass house or any other bauble: 031:18,054[A ]| But she was told she had been tried 031:18,055[A ]| And for good reasons laid aside. 031:18,056[A ]| Next in stepped pretty Lady*Grey, 031:18,057[A ]| Offered her lord should nothing say 031:18,058[A ]| 'Gainst next the treasurer's accused 031:18,059[A ]| So her pretence were not refused: 031:18,060[A ]| Rowley enraged bid her be gone 031:18,061[A ]| And play her game out with his son; 031:18,062[A ]| Or, if she liked an aged carcass, 031:18,063[A ]| From Lucy get the noble marquess. 031:18,064[A ]| Shrewsbury offered for the place 031:18,065[A ]| All she had gotten from his grace; 031:18,066[A ]| She knew his ways and could comply 031:18,067[A ]| With all decays of lechery; 031:18,068[A ]| Had often licked his amorous sceptre 031:18,069[A ]| Until the jaded stallion leapt her; 031:18,070[A ]| But long ago she'd the mishap 031:18,071[A ]| To give the king Dick*Talbot's clap. 031:18,072[A ]| Though for her all was said that can be 031:18,073[A ]| By her lean drudge, the Earl*of*Danby, 031:18,074[A ]| She was dismissed with scorn and told 031:18,075[A ]| Where a tall page was to be sold. 031:18,076[A ]| Then in came dowdy Mazarin, 031:18,077[A ]| That foreign antiquated queen, 031:18,078[A ]| Who soon was told the King no more 031:18,079[A ]| Would deal with an intriguing whore: 031:18,080[A ]| That she already had about her 031:18,081[A ]| Too good an 9equipage*de*foutre; 031:18,082[A ]| Nor was our monarch such a cully 031:18,083[A ]| To bear a moor, and swingeing bully. 031:18,084[A ]| Her grace at this rebuke looked blank, 031:18,085[A ]| And sneaked away to villain Frank. 031:18,086[A ]| Fair Lichfield too her claim put in, 031:18,087[A ]| 'Twas urged she was too near a kin. 031:18,088[A ]| She modestly replied, no more 031:18,089[A ]| A kin than Sussex was before. 031:18,090[A ]| Besides she'd often heard her mother 031:18,091[A ]| Call her the daughter of another; 031:18,092[A ]| She did not drivel and had sense 031:18,093[A ]| To which all his have no pretence; 031:18,094[A ]| Yet for the present she's put off, 031:18,095[A ]| And told she was not whore enough. 031:18,096[A ]| Loftus smiled at that exception, 031:18,097[A ]| Doubting not of good reception, 031:18,098[A ]| Put in her claim, vowing she'd steal 031:18,099[A ]| All that her husband won of Neale; 031:18,100[A ]| To buy the place all he should get 031:18,101[A ]| By his long suit with Mr*Pitt. 031:18,102[A ]| But from Goliath's size of Gath 031:18,103[A ]| Down to the pitch of little Wroth, 031:18,104[A ]| The court was told, she'd lain with all 031:18,105[A ]| The roaring roisterers of Whitehall; 031:18,106[A ]| For which old Rowley, lest she'd grudge, 031:18,107[A ]| Gave her the making of a judge. 031:18,108[A ]| She bowed, and straight brought her six grays 031:18,109[A ]| To haunt the court, the park, and plays. 031:18,110[A ]| In stepped stately Cary*Frazier: 031:18,111[A ]| Straight the whole room began to praise her; 031:18,112[A ]| As fine as hands and paint could make her, 031:18,113[A ]| She vowed the king or gaol must take her. 031:18,114[A ]| Rowley replied he was retrenching 031:18,115[A ]| And would no more of costly wenching; 031:18,116[A ]| That she was proud and went too gaudy, 031:18,117[A ]| Nor could she swear, drink and talk bawdy ~~ 031:18,118[A ]| Virtues more requisite for the place 031:18,119[A ]| Than wit, or youth, or good face. 031:18,120[A ]| Cleveland offered down a million, 031:18,121[A ]| But she was soon told of Chastillion. 031:18,122[A ]| At that name straight she fell a weeping 031:18,123[A ]| And swore she was undone with keeping; 031:18,124[A ]| That Jermyn, Churchill had so drained her 031:18,125[A ]| She could not live on the remainder. 031:18,126[A ]| The court said there was no record 031:18,127[A ]| Of any to that place restored, 031:18,128[A ]| Nor ought the king at these years venture 031:18,129[A ]| When his prime could not content her. 031:18,130[A ]| Young Lady*Jones stepped up and urged 031:18,131[A ]| She'd give the deed her father forged; 031:18,132[A ]| But she was told her family 031:18,133[A ]| Was tainted with Presbytery. 031:18,134[A ]| She said her mother with clean heart 031:18,135[A ]| And hands had lately done her part 031:18,136[A ]| In bringing Mazarin to bed; 031:18,137[A ]| Nor was't her fault the babe was dead. 031:18,138[A ]| Her sister too as all men know 031:18,139[A ]| Had fucked as high and married low 031:18,140[A ]| As Belasye , or any punk 031:18,141[A ]| Of late with royal seed made drunk. 031:18,142[A ]| For her Rowley owned his passion, 031:18,143[A ]| But said he stood by declaration 031:18,144[A ]| Engaged, no matter of great weight 031:18,145[A ]| To pass till after some debate. 031:18,146[A ]| In this great counsel they adjourned, 031:18,147[A ]| And Colin to his flock returned, 031:18,148[A ]| Swearing there were at every fair 031:18,149[A ]| Blither girls than any there. 031:19,000[' ]| 031:19,001[A ]| Sylvia, methinks you are unfit 031:19,002[A ]| For your great lord's embrace; 031:19,003[A ]| For though we all allow you wit 031:19,004[A ]| We can't a handsome face. 031:19,005[A ]| Then where's the pleasure. where's the good 031:19,006[A ]| Of spending time and cost? 031:19,007[A ]| For if your wit ben't understood 031:19,008[A ]| Your keeper's bliss is lost. 031:20,000[' ]| 031:20,001[A ]| Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes, 031:20,002[A ]| United, cast too fierce a light, 031:20,003[A ]| Which blazes high but quickly dies, 031:20,004[A ]| Warms not the heart but hurts the sight. 031:20,005[A ]| Love is a calm and tender joy, 031:20,006[A ]| Kind are his looks and soft his pace; 031:20,007[A ]| Her cupid is a blackguard boy 031:20,008[A ]| That runs his link into your face. 031:21,000[' ]| 031:21,001[A ]| Proud with the spoils of royal cully, 031:21,002[A ]| With false pretence to wit and parts, 031:21,003[A ]| She swaggers like a battered bully 031:21,004[A ]| To try the tempers of men's hearts. 031:21,005[A ]| Though she appears as gay and fine 031:21,006[A ]| As jet and gems and paint can make her, 031:21,007[A ]| She ne'er shall win a heart like mine ~~ 031:21,008[A ]| The devil or Sir*Davy take her. 031:21,009[A ]| Her bed is like the scripture feast, 031:21,010[A ]| Where none who were invited came, 031:21,011[A ]| So disappointed on her guest, 031:21,012[A ]| She took up with the blind and lame. 031:22,000[' ]| 031:22,001[A ]| Tell me , Dorinda, why so gay, 031:22,002[A ]| Why such embroidery, fringe and lace? 031:22,003[A ]| Can any dresses find a way 031:22,004[A ]| To stop the approaches of decay 031:22,005[A ]| And mend thy ruined face? 031:22,006[A ]| Wilt thou still sparkle in the box, 031:22,007[A ]| And ogle in the ring? 031:22,008[A ]| Canst thou forget thy age and pox? 031:22,009[A ]| Can all that shines on shells and rocks 031:22,010[A ]| Make thee a fine young thing? 031:22,011[A ]| So have I seen in larder dark 031:22,012[A ]| Of veal a lucid loin, 031:22,013[A ]| Replete with many a heartless spark, 031:22,014[A ]| As wise philosophers remark, 031:22,015[A ]| At once both stink and shine. 031:23,000[' ]| 031:23,001[A ]| When Israel first provoked the living lord, 031:23,002[A ]| He scourged their sin with famine, plague, and sword. 031:23,003[A ]| All they and more could no repentance bring; 031:23,004[A ]| Then in a greater rage he sent them such a king, 031:23,005[A ]| A James-like king, as his severest rod, 031:23,006[A ]| The utmost vengeance of an angry god. 031:23,007[A ]| God in his wrath gave Saul to sinful Jewry 031:23,008[A ]| And Second James to us in greater fury, 031:23,009[A ]| For Saul in sin was no more like our James 031:23,010[A ]| Than little Jordan can compare with Thames. 031:24,000[' ]| 031:24,001[A ]| Ah, Chloris, 'tis time to disarm your bright eyes, 031:24,002[A ]| And lay by those terrible glances; 031:24,003[A ]| We live in an age that's more civil and wise 031:24,004[A ]| Than to follow the rules of romances. 031:24,005[A ]| When once your round bubbies begin but to pout, 031:24,006[A ]| They'll allow you no long time of courting; 031:24,007[A ]| And you'll find it a very hard task to hold out, 031:24,008[A ]| For all maidens are mortal at fourteen. 031:25,000[' ]| 031:25,001[A ]| To all you ladies now at land, 031:25,002[A ]| We men at sea do write, 031:25,003[A ]| But first I hope you'll understand 031:25,004[A ]| How hard 'tis to indite: 031:25,005[A ]| The muses now and Neptune too 031:25,006[A ]| We must implore to write to you. 031:25,007[A ]| With a fa, la, la, la, la. 031:25,000[' ]| <2.> 031:25,008[A ]| For though the muses should be kind 031:25,009[A ]| And fill our empty brain, 031:25,010[A ]| Yet when rough Neptune calls the wind 031:25,011[A ]| To rouse the azure main, 031:25,012[A ]| Our paper, ink, and pen, and we 031:25,013[A ]| Roll up and down our ships at sea. 031:25,014[A ]| 031:25,000[' ]| <3> 031:25,015[A ]| Then, if we write not by each post. 031:25,016[A ]| Think not we are unkind, 031:25,017[A ]| Nor yet conclude that we are lost 031:25,018[A ]| By Dutch or else by wind; 031:25,019[A ]| Our tears we'll send a speedier way: 031:25,020[A ]| The tide shall bring them twice a day. 031:25,021[A ]| 031:25,000[' ]| <4> 031:25,022[A ]| With wonder and amaze the king 031:25,023[A ]| Will vow his seas grow bold, 031:25,024[A ]| Because the tides more waters bring 031:25,025[A ]| Than they were wont of old; 031:25,026[A ]| But you must tell him that our cares 031:25,027[A ]| Send floods of grief to Whitehall Stairs. 031:25,028[A ]| 031:25,000[' ]| <5> 031:25,029[A ]| To pass the tedious hours away, 031:25,030[A ]| We throw the merry main, 031:25,031[A ]| Or else at serious ombre play; 031:25,032[A ]| But why should we in vain 031:25,033[A ]| Each other's ruin thus pursue? 031:25,034[A ]| We were undone when we left you. 031:25,035[A ]| 031:25,000[' ]| <6> 031:25,036[A ]| If foggy Opdam did but know 031:25,037[A ]| Our sad and dismal story, 031:25,038[A ]| The Dutch would scorn so weak a foe, 031:25,039[A ]| And leave the port of Goree; 031:25,040[A ]| For what resistance can they find 031:25,041[A ]| From men that left their hearts behind? 031:25,042[A ]| 031:25,000[' ]| <7> 031:25,043[A ]| Let wind and weather do their worst, 031:25,044[A ]| Be you to us but kind; 031:25,045[A ]| Let Frenchmen vapour, Dutchmen curse, 031:25,046[A ]| No sorrow shall we find: 031:25,047[A ]| 'Tis then no matter how things go, 031:25,048[A ]| Nor who's our friend, nor who's our foe! 031:25,049[A ]| 031:25,000[' ]| <8> 031:25,050[A ]| In justice, you cannot refuse 031:25,051[A ]| To think of our distress, 031:25,052[A ]| Since we in hope of honour lose 031:25,053[A ]| Our certain happiness; 031:25,054[A ]| All our designs are but to prove 031:25,055[A ]| Ourselves more worthy of your love. 031:25,056[A ]| 031:25,000[' ]| <9.> 031:25,057[A ]| Alas, our fears tempestuous grow 031:25,058[A ]| And cast our hopes away, 031:25,059[A ]| While you, unmindful of our woe, 031:25,060[A ]| Sit careless at a play: 031:25,061[A ]| And now permit some happier man 031:25,062[A ]| To kiss your busk and wag your fan. 031:25,063[A ]| 031:25,000[' ]| <10.> 031:25,064[A ]| When any mournful tune you hear, 031:25,065[A ]| That dies in every note 031:25,066[A ]| As if it sighed for each man's care, 031:25,067[A ]| For being so remote, 031:25,068[A ]| Think then how oft our love we made 031:25,069[A ]| To you while all those tunes were played. 031:25,070[A ]| 031:25,000[' ]| <11> 031:25,071[A ]| And now we have told our love, 031:25,072[A ]| And also all our fears, 031:25,073[A ]| We hope our declarations move 031:25,074[A ]| Some pity for our tears; 031:25,075[A ]| Let's hear of no inconstancy ~~ 031:25,076[A ]| We have too much of that at sea. 031:25,077[A ]| 031:26,000[' ]| 031:26,000[A ]| Damon, if thou wilt believe me, 031:26,001[A ]| 'Tis not sighing round the plain; 031:26,002[A ]| Song nor sonnet can relieve thee; 031:26,003[A ]| Faint attempts in love are vain. 031:26,004[A ]| Urge but home the fair occasion, 031:26,005[A ]| And be master of the field; 031:26,006[A ]| Powerful kind invasion, 031:26,007[A ]| 'Twere a madness not to yield. 031:26,008[A ]| Though she swears she'll ne'er permit you, 031:26,009[A ]| Cries you're rude and much to blame; 031:26,010[A ]| And with tears implores your pity, 031:26,011[A ]| Be not merciful!, for shame. 031:26,012[A ]| When the fierce assault is over, 031:26,013[A ]| Chloris time enough may find 031:26,014[A ]| This, her cruel furious lover, 031:26,015[A ]| Much more gentle, not so kind. 031:26,016[A ]| Love gives out a large commission, 031:26,017[A ]| Still indulgent to the brave; 031:26,018[A ]| But one sin of base omission 031:26,019[A ]| Never woman yet forgave. 031:26,020[A ]| But true vigour in performing, 031:26,021[A ]| Turns the tragic scene to farce; 031:26,022[A ]| And she'll rise appeased next morning, 031:26,023[A ]| With dry eyes and a wet a*** . 031:27,000[' ]| 031:27,001[A ]| Humbly Sheweth, 031:27,002[A ]| Should you order Tom*Brown 031:27,003[A ]| To be whipped about town 031:27,004[A ]| For a scurvy lampoon, 031:27,005[A ]| Grave Southern and Crown, 031:27,006[A ]| Their pens wou'd lay down. 031:27,007[A ]| Even Durfey himself and such merry fellows 031:27,008[A ]| That put their whole trust in tunes and twangdilloes 031:27,009[A ]| May hang up their harps and themselves on the willows, 031:27,010[A ]| For if poets are punished for libelling trash, 031:27,011[A ]| John*Dryden at sixty may yet fear the lash. 031:27,012[A ]| No pension nor praise, 031:27,013[A ]| Much birch without bays, 031:27,014[A ]| These are not the right ways 031:27,015[A ]| Our fancies to raise 031:27,016[A ]| To the writing of plays, 031:27,017[A ]| And prologues so witty, 031:27,018[A ]| That jerk at the city, 031:27,019[A ]| And now and then hit 031:27,020[A ]| Some spark in the pit 031:27,021[A ]| So hard and so pat 031:27,022[A ]| 'Till he hides with his hat 031:27,023[A ]| His monstrous cravat. 031:27,024[A ]| The pulpit alone 031:27,025[A ]| Can never preach down 031:27,026[A ]| The fops of this town. 031:27,027[A ]| Then pardon Tom*Brown, 031:27,028[A ]| And let him write on. 031:27,029[A ]| But if you had rather convert the poor sinner, 031:27,030[A ]| His foul, railing mouth may be stopped with a dinner. 031:27,031[A ]| Give him clothes to his back, some meat, and much drink. 031:27,032[A ]| Then clap him close prisoner without pen and ink, 031:27,033[A ]| And your petitioner shall never pray 031:28,000[' ]| 031:28,001[A ]| The dainty young heiress of Lincoln's*Inn Fields, 031:28,002[A ]| Brisk, beautiful, wealthy, and witty, 031:28,003[A ]| To the power of love so unwillingly yields, 031:28,004[A ]| That, 'tis feared, she'll unpeople the city. 031:28,005[A ]| The sparks and the beaux all languish and die, 031:28,006[A ]| Yet, after the conquest of many, 031:28,007[A ]| One little good marksman that aims with one eye 031:28,008[A ]| May wound her heart deeper than any. 039:01,000@@@@@| 039:01,000[' ]| 039:01,000[' ]| 039:01,001[A ]| Entreaty shall not serve, nor violence 039:01,002[A ]| To make me speak in such a play's defence; 039:01,003[A ]| A play where wit and humour do agree 039:01,004[A ]| To break all practised laws of comedy. 039:01,005[A ]| The scene (what more absurd) in England lies, 039:01,006[A ]| No gods descend nor dancing devils rise; 039:01,007[A ]| No captive prince form nameless country brought, 039:01,008[A ]| No battle, nay there's not a duel fought. 039:01,009[A ]| And something yet more sharply might be said, 039:01,010[A ]| But I consider the poor author's dead. 039:01,011[A ]| Let that be his excuse ~~ now for our own: 039:01,012[A ]| Why (faith) in my opinion we need none. 039:01,013[A ]| The parts were fitted well, but some will say 039:01,014@x | "Pox on 'em rogues, what made 'em choose this play?" 039:01,015[A ]| I do not doubt but you will credit me 039:01,016[A ]| It was not choice but mere necessity; 039:01,017[A ]| To all our writing friends in town we sent, 039:01,018[A ]| But not a wit durst venture out in Lent: 039:01,019[A ]| Have patience but till Easter term, and then 039:01,020[A ]| You shall have jig and hobbyhorse again. 039:01,021[A ]| Here's Mr*Matthew, our domestic wit, 039:01,022[A ]| Does promise one of the ten plays he's writ; 039:01,023[A ]| But since great bribes weigh nothing with the just, 039:01,024[A ]| Know we have merits and in them we trust. 039:01,025[A ]| When any fasts or holidays defer 039:01,026[A ]| The public labours of the theatre, 039:01,027[A ]| We ride not forth, although the day be fair, 039:01,028[A ]| On ambling tit to take the suburb air; 039:01,029[A ]| But with our authors meet and spend that time 039:01,030[A ]| To make up quarrels between sense and rhyme. 039:01,031[A ]| Wednesday and Fridays constantly we sate, 039:01,032[A ]| Till after many a long and free debate, 039:01,033[A ]| For divers weighty reasons 'twas thought fit 039:01,034[A ]| Unruly sense should still to rhyme submit. 039:01,035[A ]| This, the most wholesome law we ever made, 039:01,036[A ]| So strictly in this epilogue obeyed, 039:01,037[A ]| Sure no man here will ever dare to break. 039:01,000[' ]| 039:01,038@b | Hold, and give way, for I myself will speak. 039:01,039@b | Can you encourage so much insolence 039:01,040@b | And add new faults still to the great offence 039:01,041@b | Your ancestors so rashly did commit 039:01,042@b | Against the mighty powers of art and wit 039:01,043@b | When they condemned those noble works of mine, 039:01,044@b | Sejanus and my best loved Cataline? 039:01,045@b | Repent, or on your guilty heads shall fall 039:01,046@b | The curse of many a rhyming pastoral. 039:01,047@b | The three bold Beauchamps shall revive again 039:01,048@b | And with the London prentice conquer Spain. 039:01,049@b | All the dull follies of the former age 039:01,050@b | Shall rise and find applause upon this stage; 039:01,051@b | But if you pay the great arrears of praise 039:01,052@b | So long since due to my much-injured plays, 039:01,053@b | From all past crimes I first will set you free 039:01,054@b | And then inspire some one to write like me. 039:02,000[' ]| 039:02,000[' ]| 039:02,001[A ]| Phyllis, if you will not agree 039:02,002[A ]| To give me back my liberty, 039:02,003[A ]| In spite of you I must regain 039:02,004[A ]| My loss of time and break your chain. 039:02,005[A ]| You were mistaken if you thought 039:02,006[A ]| I was so grossly to be caught; 039:02,007[A ]| Or that I was so blindly bred 039:02,008[A ]| As not to be in woman read. 039:02,009[A ]| Perhaps you took me for a fool, 039:02,010[A ]| Designed alone your sex's tool; 039:02,011[A ]| Nay, you might think so made a thing 039:02,012[A ]| That with a little fashioning 039:02,013[A ]| I might in time for your dear sake 039:02,014[A ]| That monster called a husband make: 039:02,015[A ]| Perhaps I might, had I not found 039:02,016[A ]| One darling vice in you abound, 039:02,017[A ]| A vice to me which e'er will prove 039:02,018[A ]| An antidote to banish love. 039:02,019[A ]| O I could better bear an old, 039:02,020[A ]| Ugly, diseased, misshapen scold, 039:02,021[A ]| Or one who games, or will be drunk, 039:02,022[A ]| A fool, a spendthrift, bawd or punk, 039:02,023[A ]| Than one at all who wildly flies, 039:02,024[A ]| And with soft, asking, giving eyes, 039:02,025[A ]| And thousand other wanton arts, 039:02,026[A ]| So meanly trades in begging hearts. 039:02,027[A ]| How might such wondrous charms perplex, 039:02,028[A ]| Give chains or death to all our sex, 039:02,029[A ]| Did she not so unwisely set 039:02,030[A ]| For every fluttering fool her net! 039:02,031[A ]| So poorly proud of vulgar praise, 039:02,032[A ]| Her very look her thoughts betrays: 039:02,033[A ]| She never stays till we begin 039:02,034[A ]| But beckons us herself to sin. 039:02,035[A ]| Ere we can ask, she cries consent, 039:02,036[A ]| So quick her yielding looks are sent, 039:02,037[A ]| They hope forestall and even desire prevent. 039:02,038[A ]| But nature's turned when women woo ~~ 039:02,039[A ]| We hate in them what we should do; 039:02,040[A ]| Desire's asleep and cannot wake 039:02,041[A ]| When women such advances make: 039:02,042[A ]| Both time and charms thus Phyllis wastes, 039:02,043[A ]| Since each must surfeit ere he tastes. 039:02,044[A ]| Nothing escapes her wandering eyes, 039:02,045[A ]| No-one she thinks too mean a prize; 039:02,046[A ]| Even Lynch, the lag of human kind, 039:02,047[A ]| Nearest to brutes by God designed, 039:02,048[A ]| May boast the smiles of this coquette, 039:02,049[A ]| As much as any man of wit. 039:02,050[A ]| The signs hang thinner in the Strand, 039:02,051[A ]| The Dutch scarce more infest the land, 039:02,052[A ]| Though Egypt's locusts they outvie 039:02,053[A ]| In number and voracity. 039:02,054[A ]| Whores are not half so plenty found 039:02,055[A ]| In playhouse, or that hallowed ground 039:02,056[A ]| Of Temple walks or Whetstone's Park: 039:02,057[A ]| Caresses less abound in Spark, 039:02,058[A ]| Than with kind looks for all who come 039:02,059[A ]| At bawdy house, the drawing room. 039:02,060[A ]| But all in vain she throws her darts ~~ 039:02,061[A ]| They hit but cannot hurt our hearts. 039:02,062[A ]| Age has innerved her charms so much 039:02,063[A ]| That, fearless, all her eyes approach. 039:02,064[A ]| Each her autumnal face degrades 039:02,065[A ]| With "reverend mother of the maids"! 039:02,066[A ]| But 'tis ill-natured to run on, 039:02,067[A ]| Forgetting what her charms have done; 039:02,068[A ]| To Teagueland we this beauty owe, 039:02,069[A ]| Teagueland her earliest charms did know: 039:02,070[A ]| There first her tyrant beauties reigned, 039:02,071[A ]| Where'er she looked she conquest gained. 039:02,072[A ]| No heart the glances could repel, 039:02,073[A ]| The Teagues by shoals before her fell; 039:02,074[A ]| And trotting bogs was all the art 039:02,075[A ]| The sound had left to save his heart. 039:02,076[A ]| She killed so fast, by my salvation, 039:02,077[A ]| She near dispeopled had the nation, 039:02,078[A ]| Though she, good soul, to save took care 039:02,079[A ]| All, all she could from sad despair. 039:02,080[A ]| From thence she hither came to prove 039:02,081[A ]| If yet her charms could kindle love. 039:02,082[A ]| But ah! it was too late to try, 039:02,083[A ]| For Spring was gone and Winter nigh: 039:02,084[A ]| Yet though her eyes such conquests made 039:02,085[A ]| That they were shunned or else obeyed, 039:02,086[A ]| Yet now her charms are so decayed, 039:02,087[A ]| She thanks each coxcomb that will deign 039:02,088[A ]| To praise her face and wear her chain. 039:02,089[A ]| So some old soldier who had done 039:02,090[A ]| Wonders in youth and battles won, 039:02,091[A ]| When feeble years his strength depose, 039:02,092[A ]| That he too weak to vanquish grows, 039:02,093[A ]| With mangled face and wooden leg, 039:02,094[A ]| Reduced about for alms to beg, 039:02,095[A ]| O'erjoyed, a thousand thanks bestows 039:02,096[A ]| On him who but a farthing throws. 039:03,000[' ]| 039:03,000[' ]| 039:03,001[A ]| Of a splenetic nation I sing 039:03,002[A ]| Much troubled with frantic fits 039:03,003[A ]| Since the silly conceit of their King 039:03,004[A ]| Made the people run out of their witts. 039:03,005[A ]| Which caused them to send to the Hague 039:03,006[A ]| For a Doctor that dwelt in a ditch 039:03,007[A ]| Who brought over worse then the plague 039:03,008[A ]| To cure what was less then the Itch. 039:03,009[A ]| Before him he sent a long Bill 039:03,010[A ]| Pretending no cure no pay 039:03,011[A ]| But a pox of his bitter steel pill 039:03,012[A ]| He has purged all our money away. 039:03,013[A ]| But now the sharp humours increase 039:03,014[A ]| Inflamed by this Ignorant Quack 039:03,015[A ]| Poor England will never find ease 039:03,016[A ]| Till she send the Dutch Mountebank back. 039:03,017[A ]| May he sail with the next fair wind 039:03,018[A ]| And set up his stage at Ryswick 039:03,019[A ]| For neither before nor behind 039:03,020[A ]| Will we take any more of his physic. 039:04,000[' ]| 039:04,000[' ]| 039:04,001[A ]| In Milford*Lane near to St%*Clement's steeple 039:04,002[A ]| There lived a nymph kind to all Christian people. 039:04,003[A ]| A nymph she was whose comely mien and stature, 039:04,004[A ]| Whose height of eloquence and every feature 039:04,005[A ]| Struck through the hearts of city and of Whitehall, 039:04,006[A ]| And when they pleased to court her, did 'em right all. 039:04,007[A ]| Under her beauteous bosom there did lie 039:04,008[A ]| A belly smooth as any ivory. 039:04,009[A ]| Yet nature to declare her various art 039:04,010[A ]| Had placed a tuft in one convenient part; <10> 039:04,011[A ]| No park with smoothest lawn or highest wood 039:04,012[A ]| Could e'er compare with this admired abode. 039:04,013[A ]| Here all the youth of England did repair 039:04,014[A ]| To take their pleasure and to ease their care. 039:04,015[A ]| Here the distressed lover that had borne 039:04,016[A ]| His haughty mistress' anger and her scorn 039:04,017[A ]| Came for relief, and in this pleasant shade 039:04,018[A ]| Forgot the former and this nymph obeyed. 039:04,019[A ]| But yet what corner of the world is found, 039:04,020[A ]| Where pain our pleasure does not still surround? 039:04,021[A ]| One would have thought that in this shady grove 039:04,022[A ]| Nought could have dwelt but quiet, peace, and love. 039:04,023[A ]| But Heaven directed otherwise, for here 039:04,024[A ]| In midst of plenty bloody wars appear: 039:04,025[A ]| The gods will frown wherever they do smile; 039:04,026[A ]| The crocodile infests the fertile Nile. 039:04,027[A ]| Lions and tigers on the Libyan plains 039:04,028[A ]| Forbid all pleasures to the fearful swains; 039:04,029[A ]| Wild beasts in forests do the hunters fright: 039:04,030[A ]| They fear their ruin 'midst of their delight. 039:04,031[A ]| Thus in the shade of this dark, silent bower 039:04,032[A ]| Strength strives with strength, and power vies with power. 039:04,033[A ]| Two mighty monsters did this wood infest, 039:04,034[A ]| And struck such awe and terror in the rest 039:04,035[A ]| That no Sicilian tyrant e'er could boast 039:04,036[A ]| He e'er with greater vigour ruled the roast. 039:04,037[A ]| Each had his empire, which he kept in awe, 039:04,038[A ]| Was by his will obeyed, allowed no law. 039:04,039[A ]| Nature so well divided had their states, 039:04,040[A ]| Nought but ambition could have changed their fates: 039:04,041[A ]| For 'twixt their empires stood a briny lake, 039:04,042[A ]| Deep as the poets do the centre make; 039:04,043[A ]| But dire ambition does admit no bounds ~~ 039:04,044[A ]| There are no limits to aspiring crowns. 039:04,045[A ]| The Spaniard by his Europe conquests bold, 039:04,046[A ]| Sailed o'er the ocean for the Indian gold; 039:04,047[A ]| The Carthaginian hero did not stay 039:04,048[A ]| Because he met vast mountains in his way. 039:04,049[A ]| He passed the Alps like molehills; such a mind 039:04,050[A ]| As thinks on conquest will be unconfined. 039:04,051[A ]| Both with these haughty thoughts one course do bend 039:04,052[A ]| To try if this vast lake had any end; 039:04,053[A ]| Where finding countries yet without a name, 039:04,054[A ]| They might by conquest get eternal fame. 039:04,055[A ]| After long marches, both their armies tired, 039:04,056[A ]| At length they find the place so much desired, 039:04,057[A ]| Where in a little time each does descry 039:04,058[A ]| The glimpse of an approaching enemy. 039:04,059[A ]| Each at the sight with equal pleasure move, 039:04,060[A ]| As we should do in well rewarded love: 039:04,061[A ]| Bloodthirsty souls, whose only perfect joy 039:04,062[A ]| Consists in what their fury can destroy. 039:04,063[A ]| And now both armies do prepare to fight, 039:04,064[A ]| And each the other unto war incite; 039:04,065[A ]| In vain, alas, for all their force and strength 039:04,066[A ]| Was quite consumed by their marches' length; 039:04,067[A ]| But the great chiefs, impatient of delay, 039:04,068[A ]| Resolve by single fight to try the day. 039:04,069[A ]| Each does the other with contempt defy, 039:04,070[A ]| Resolve by single fight to try the day. 039:04,071[A ]| Both armies are commanded to withdraw 039:04,072[A ]| In expectation who should give 'em law; 039:04,073[A ]| While the amazed spectators full of care, 039:04,074[A ]| Hope for a better, or worse tyrant fear. 039:04,075[A ]| And now these princes meet, now they engage 039:04,076[A ]| With all their chiefest strength and highest rage. 039:04,077[A ]| Now with their instruments of wrath they push 039:04,078[A ]| As hills in earthquakes on each other rush; 039:04,079[A ]| Where their militia lies is still in doubt, 039:04,080[A ]| Whether like elephants upon their snout, 039:04,081[A ]| Or if upon their heads vast horns they wore, 039:04,082[A ]| Or if they fought with tusks like fierce wild boar. 039:04,083[A ]| Some Greshamites perhaps with help of glass 039:04,084[A ]| And poring long upon 't may chance to guess, 039:04,085[A ]| But no tradition has informed our age 039:04,086[A ]| What were their chiefest instruments of rage. 039:04,087[A ]| With small or no advantage they proceed; 039:04,088[A ]| Both are much bruised and their wounds do bleed; 039:04,089[A ]| Both keep their anger, both do loose their force; 039:04,090[A ]| Both get the better, neither gets the worse. 039:04,091[A ]| Justice herself might put into each scale 039:04,092[A ]| One of these princes and see neither fall. 039:04,093[A ]| Spurred on by fury, now they both provide 039:04,094[A ]| To let one grapple this great cause decide; 039:04,095[A ]| Joining, they strive, and such resistance make 039:04,096[A ]| Both fall together in the briny lake, 039:04,097[A ]| Where from the troubles of a tottering crown, 039:04,098[A ]| Each mighty monarch is laid gently down. 039:04,099[A ]| Both armies at this sight amazed stand 039:04,100[A ]| In doubt: who shall obey, who shall command; 039:04,101[A ]| In this extremity they both agree 039:04,102[A ]| A commonwealth their government shall be 039:05,000[' ]| 039:05,000[' ]| 039:05,001[A ]| Thou damned antipodes to common sense, 039:05,002[A ]| Thou foil to Flecknoe, Prithee tell from whence 039:05,003[A ]| Does all this mighty stock of dullness spring, 039:05,004[A ]| Which in such loads thou to the stage dost bring? 039:05,005[A ]| Is't all thy own, or hast thou from Snow Hill 039:05,006[A ]| Th' assistance of some ballad-making quill? 039:05,007[A ]| No, they fly higher yet; thy plays are such 039:05,008[A ]| I'd swear they were translated out of Dutch: 039:05,009[A ]| And who the devil was e'er yet so drunk 039:05,010[A ]| To own the volumes of Mynheer*Van*Dunk? 039:05,011[A ]| Fain would I know what diet thou cost keep, 039:05,012[A ]| If thou dost always or dost never sleep. 039:05,013[A ]| Sure hasty pudding is thy chiefest dish; 039:05,014[A ]| With lights and livers and with stinking fish, 039:05,015[A ]| Oxcheek, tripe, garbage, thou cost treat thy brain, 039:05,016[A ]| Which nobly pays this tribute back again. 039:05,017[A ]| With daisy roots thy dwarfish muse is fed: 039:05,018[A ]| A giant's body with a pygmy's head. 039:05,019[A ]| Canst thou not find 'mongst all thy numerous race 039:05,020[A ]| One friend so kind to tell thee that thy play's 039:05,021[A ]| Laughed at by box, pit, gallery, nay stage 039:05,022[A ]| And grown the nauseous grievance of this age? 039:05,023[A ]| Think on't a while, and thou wilt quickly find 039:05,024[A ]| Thy body made for labour, not thy mind. 039:05,025[A ]| No other use of paper thou should'st make 039:05,026[A ]| But carrying loads of reams upon thy back. 039:05,027[A ]| Carry vast burdens 'till thy shoulders shrink, 039:05,028[A ]| But cursed be he that gives thee pen and ink: 039:05,029[A ]| Those dangerous weapons should be kept from fools, 039:05,030[A ]| As nurses from their children keep edge tools. 039:05,031[A ]| For thy dull muse a muckender were fit 039:05,032[A ]| To wipe the slaverings of her infant wit, 039:05,033[A ]| Which, though 'tis late, if justice could be found, 039:05,034[A ]| Should like blind, new-born puppies yet be drowned. 039:05,035[A ]| For were it not we must respect afford 039:05,036[A ]| To any muse that's grandchild to a lord, 039:05,037[A ]| Thine in the ducking stool should take her seat, 039:05,038[A ]| Drenched like herself in a great chair of state, 039:05,039[A ]| Where like a muse of quality she'll die, 039:05,040[A ]| And thou thyself shalt make her elegy