161:01,000@@@@@| 161:01,000[' ]| <1685> 161:01,000[' ]| <\On the Coronation of the Most August\> 161:01,000[' ]| <\Monarch K. James II. and Queen Mary.\> 161:01,000[' ]| <\The 23rd. of April, 1685.\> 161:01,000[' ]| 161:01,001[A ]| No$7$, it is in$4$ vain. What Limits can control 161:01,002[A ]| The Rovings of my active Soul? 161:01,003[A ]| That$6#2$ Soul that$6#1$ scorns to$9$ be to$4$ Place confined, 161:01,004[A ]| But leaves its dull companion \Earth\ behind; 161:01,005[A ]| Whilst \Fancy\ with unbounded flight, 161:01,006[A ]| Enjoys that$6#2$ Object of Delight, 161:01,007[A ]| Which$6#1$ envious distance would conceal from Sight: 161:01,008[A ]| And doth by$4$ thought supply 161:01,009[A ]| The weaker Prospect of the Eye, 161:01,010[A ]| Giving \Poets\ to$9$ partake 161:01,011[A ]| (Like$4$ those \Deities\ they make) 161:01,012[A ]| Of Infinite Ubiquity. 161:01,000[' ]| 161:01,013[A ]| Thus methinks I see the \Barge\, 161:01,014[A ]| Pleased with the Sacred weight of its Majestic charge; 161:01,015[A ]| \Argo\ a less Glorious Freight, 161:01,016[A ]| From impoverished \Colchos\ brought; 161:01,017[A ]| The \Cretan\ Sea now vanquished, must confess 161:01,018[A ]| Its Burthen meaner, and its Triumph less; 161:01,019[A ]| Since richer \Thames\ doth \James\ and \Mary\ bear, 161:01,020[A ]| \HE\ great as \Jove\, \SHE\ as \Europa\ Fair. 161:01,021[A ]| They come! Joy doubles Strength to$4$ every \Oar\, 161:01,022[A ]| \Echoes\ fill the wondering Shore, 161:01,023[A ]| The Waves with an unusual Pride, 161:01,024[A ]| Pay Homage to$4$ the \Lord\ 161:01,025[A ]| Of our asserted Main, 161:01,026[A ]| And calmly as they Glide, 161:01,027[A ]| Auspiciously afford 161:01,028[A ]| An \Omen\ of His Reign. 161:01,000[' ]| 161:01,029[A ]| See, Glorious as the \Eastern\ Sun, 161:01,030[A ]| Our \Monarch\ from the Waters rise, 161:01,031[A ]| Whilst Zealous Crowds, like$4$ \Persians\ run 161:01,032[A ]| To$9$ own the Blessing by$4$ their Sacrifice. 161:01,033[A ]| He comes, Religious Shouts proclaim Him near, 161:01,034[A ]| JAMES and HOSANNA bless the Ear; 161:01,035[A ]| Delighted Heaven confirms the Joys, 161:01,036[A ]| And in$4$ glad sounds reflects the Image of the Voice. 161:01,000[' ]| 161:01,037[A ]| Triumphant \CA*ESAR\ in$4$ less Triumph rode, 161:01,038[A ]| Though from a \Victor\ to$9$ be made a \God\, 161:01,039[A ]| When Captive \Monarchs\ trembled by$4$ His side, 161:01,040[A ]| And by$4$ their shame increased His Pride; 161:01,041[A ]| No$2$ private Sorrows here allay 161:01,042[A ]| The common transports of the day, 161:01,043[A ]| But in$4$ each exalted Breast 161:01,044[A ]| (Of Happiness and JAMES possessed) 161:01,045[A ]| Is Evidently shown, 161:01,046[A ]| His People's Blessing's greater than His Own, 161:01,047[A ]| And he that$6#1$ gives the \Triumph, Triumphs\ least. 161:01,000[' ]| 161:01,048[A ]| With weaker Shouts did \Israel\ Ring, 161:01,049[A ]| Less esteemed the Heavenly Choice, 161:01,050[A ]| Less approved the \Prophet's\ Voice 161:01,051[A ]| That$6#1$ Crowned their wishes in$4$ a King. 161:01,052[A ]| For$3$ wandering \Asses\ did bestow 161:01,053[A ]| On$4$ \Saul\ that$6#2$ Title to$4$ a Throne, 161:01,054[A ]| Which$6#1$ Providence to$4$ JAMES doth owe 161:01,055[A ]| For$4$ his Fore-father's Virtues, and His own. 161:01,000[' ]| 161:01,056[A ]| Next, Fancy, to$4$ the \Altar\ bring, 161:01,057[A ]| Second to$4$ him we there Adore; the \King\ 161:01,058[A ]| By$4$ the Anointing \Prelate\ met, 161:01,059[A ]| And Rising, where the mighty Brother Set. 161:01,060[A ]| But (Oh,) forbid the \Omen\ Heaven, 161:01,061[A ]| And Guard the Blessing you have given, 161:01,062[A ]| Late He Possessed, long may he fill the Throne, 161:01,063[A ]| And for$4$ the Nations Bliss, defer his own. 161:02,000@@@@@| 161:02,000[' ]| <\To the E of D. upon His Marriage.\> 161:02,001[' ]| The scorching Dogstar and the Sun's fierce ray 161:02,002[' ]| Conspired with mingled flames to$9$ vex the day 161:02,003[' ]| When by$4$ young Damon Lycidas was laid 161:02,004[' ]| Beneath a spacious Oaks obliging shade 161:02,005[' ]| And thus with harmless strife the emulous Shepherds played. 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,006[B ]| Let this blessed day our fruitless Quarrels end 161:02,007[B ]| Soften the Rival to$4$ the friend 161:02,008[B ]| And make our kindness not our skill contend. 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,009[C ]| Begin, raise Thou thy tuneful Voice 161:02,010[C ]| So$3$ may my Muse approve thy happy choice. 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,011[B ]| May Venus so$5#2$ my choice approve 161:02,012[B ]| As I begin with mighty things and Love. 161:02,013[B ]| When first Heaven's Eldest offspring Light, 161:02,014[B ]| Sprang from the fertile Womb of solid night; 161:02,015[B ]| What made the melancholy discord cease 161:02,016[B ]| And charmed the warring Elements to$4$ peace? 161:02,017[B ]| From what great cause what brooding influence came 161:02,018[B ]| This well proportioned frame? 161:02,019[B ]| From Thee, blest Queen of Harmony and Love; 161:02,020[B ]| Thou greatest power on$4$ Earth, thou brightest star above. 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,021[C ]| When Love's great Dictates were obeyed, 161:02,022[C ]| And Heaven's last noblest Master Piece was made 161:02,023[C ]| To$9$ make the new formed Monarch truly blest 161:02,024[C ]| And in$4$ one richer Gift complete the rest 161:02,025[C ]| What secret power unlocked his pregnant side, 161:02,026[C ]| To$4$ the soft Yoke bowed his delighted mind 161:02,027[C ]| Taught the unpractised Lover to$9$ be kind 161:02,028[C ]| And bless the wound whilst he embraced the Bride? 161:02,029[C ]| It was Thou Almighty King of Heaven and Love 161:02,030[C ]| That$6#1$ Governest all below, and blessest all above. 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,031[B ]| It was Love subdued the noble Daphnis heart 161:02,032[B ]| Love gave the welcome happy wound, 161:02,033[B ]| And with this triumph all his Conquest crowned 161:02,034[B ]| Whilst Daphnis blest the wound and met the Dart 161:02,035[B ]| Pleased with the grateful bondage more 161:02,036[B ]| Than with his early spoils, and boasted Liberty before. 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,037[C ]| It was Love subdued the fair Dorinda's breast 161:02,038[C ]| Love to$4$ her heart a secret warmth conveyed 161:02,039[C ]| With pleasing Pain surprised the wondering Maid 161:02,040[C ]| And kindly for$4$ her Joys disturbed her rest. 161:02,041[C ]| Whilst Daphnis stronger charms with Love's conspire 161:02,042[C ]| To$9$ make her own the Deity and fan the growing fire. 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,043[B ]| But thy rude Music Swain, my ruder Tongue 161:02,044[B ]| The glories they should reach would wrong, 161:02,045[B ]| For$3$ Daphnis Love 161:02,046[B ]| Should only prove 161:02,047[B ]| The Theme of Daphnis' Song. 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,048[C ]| Nor can the Joys of Angels be expressed. 161:02,049[C ]| Nor know we ought of Heaven above yon Skies 161:02,050[C ]| Which$6#1$ yet we bless with Prayers and please with Sacrifice. 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,051[B ]| Let us then the hasty Sun arrest 161:02,052[B ]| Time will$1$ stay till they are blest; 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,053[C ]| Nay rather blame the sun's too hasty flight 161:02,054[C ]| Bid him withdraw his tedious light 161:02,055[C ]| And kindly send the wished for$5$ night. 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,056[B ]| May Daphnis wound her with a Cure, 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,057[C ]| And may Dorinda's flames endure 161:02,058[C ]| Like$4$ Vesta's fires ~~ ~~ 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,059[B ]| ~~ ~~ for$3$ these like$4$ them are pure. 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,060[C ]| Let Heaven its utmost Care employ 161:02,061[C ]| To$9$ make Their life but one continued Joy. 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,062[B ]| Let Nature all her Tribute bring 161:02,063[B ]| To$9$ make their Year but one continued Spring, 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,064[C ]| With softest Violets strow her bed, 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,065[B ]| With freshest Myrtle crown his head. 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,066[C ]| With Hymen's Tree Apollo's join, 161:02,067[C ]| And round his brow their mingled honours twine; 161:02,068[C ]| Their mingled honours sure to$4$ him are due 161:02,069[C ]| Who$6#1$ with the Nymph has gained the Laurel too. 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,070[B ]| The Joys of Harvest crown their Cares, 161:02,071[B ]| And still increase their Plenty with their Years. 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,072[C ]| The Joys of Vintage swell their Bowers, 161:02,073[C ]| And if they overflow, overflow on$4$ Ours: 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,074[B ]| Fly swift the smiling Hours, let each glad Morn 161:02,075[B ]| The fruitful pleasures of the last return. 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,076[C ]| Fly smiling Hours, let each succeeding Night 161:02,077[C ]| Improve the transports of the first delight. 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,078[B ]| In$4$ glad Procession let each rolling Year 161:02,079[B ]| See the joyful Mother bear 161:02,080[B ]| A beauty Second only to$4$ her own. 161:02,000[' ]| 161:02,081[C ]| Or if the kinder Gods conspire to$9$ crown 161:02,082[C ]| Her stronger wishes with a Son 161:02,083[C ]| His Parent's great Perfections let him share 161:02,084[C ]| And prove her beauties, and his Virtue's Heir. 161:03,000@@@@@| 161:03,000[' ]| <\To the Countess of D***t walking\> 161:03,000[' ]| <\in a Garden.\> 161:03,001[A ]| YES I did stubbornly believe 161:03,002[A ]| The place no$2$ added Beauty could receive 161:03,003[A ]| Till bright Dorinda's passing by$5$ 161:03,004[A ]| Convinced my Infidelity. 161:03,005[A ]| Wherever She came new Glories fell 161:03,006[A ]| The dullest Plant grew Sensible 161:03,007[A ]| Its willing branches every Tree 161:03,008[A ]| By$4$ grateful instinct spread 161:03,009[A ]| And round the fair Divinity 161:03,010[A ]| Cast the glad shade of its protecting head. 161:03,011[A ]| The opening Flowers wherever She went 161:03,012[A ]| Diffused their tributary scent 161:03,013[A ]| Crowding beneath her beauteous feet 161:03,014[A ]| Officiously they bowed 161:03,015[A ]| With pleased Humility to$9$ meet 161:03,016[A ]| The fresher beauties of their sacred Load. 161:03,017[A ]| Nature seemed to$9$ serve and woo 161:03,018[A ]| As she would make her Queen of Seasons too; 161:03,019[A ]| The Sun for$4$ her prolonged the Day 161:03,020[A ]| Kindly stopped his setting light. 161:03,021[A ]| She went, that$6#1$ only could engage his stay 161:03,022[A ]| And all was gloomy, all was Night. 161:03,023[A ]| Ah should the God returning show 161:03,024[A ]| The wonders he has seen below 161:03,025[A ]| The amazing Truth his amorous Sire would move 161:03,026[A ]| Make him confess 161:03,027[A ]| His Thunder less 161:03,028[A ]| Than are the Shafts of Love. 161:03,029[A ]| Descending, his transformed Divinity 161:03,030[A ]| He would to$4$ your bosom pour 161:03,031[A ]| And Poets once might hope to$9$ see 161:03,032[A ]| Another Golden Shower. 161:04,000@@@@@| 161:04,000[' ]| <\Advice to the Painter.\> 161:04,000[' ]| <\On the happy Defeat of the Rebels in the West, and the\> 161:04,000[' ]| <\Execution of the late Duke of Monmouth.\> 161:04,000[' ]| < \~~ 7Pictoribus 7atque 7Poetis\> 161:04,000[' ]| <\7Quidlibet ~~ \> 161:04,001[A ]| SINCE by$4$ just Flames the guilty Piece is Lost, 161:04,002[A ]| (The noblest Work thy fruitless Art could boast,) 161:04,003[A ]| Employ thy faithful Pains a second time, 161:04,004[A ]| From the DUKE's ashes raise the KING of LYME 161:04,005[A ]| And make thy Fame eternal as his crime. 161:04,006[A ]| The Land, (if such it may be counted,) draw, 161:04,007[A ]| Where Interest is Religion; Treason, Law; 161:04,008[A ]| The ungrateful Land whose treacherous Sons are foes 161:04,009[A ]| To$4$ the kind Monarchy by$4$ which$6#1$ they rose, 161:04,010[A ]| And by$4$ instinctive hatred dread the Power 161:04,011[A ]| Joined in$4$ our KING, and in$4$ their Conqueror; 161:04,012[A ]| Amidst the councils of that$6#2$ close Divan, 161:04,013[A ]| Draw the misled, aspiring, wretched Man, 161:04,014[A ]| His Sword maintaining what his Fraud began. 161:04,015[A ]| Draw Treason, Sacrilege, and Julian nigh, 161:04,016[A ]| (The curst Achitophel's kind Legacy:) 161:04,017[A ]| And lest their horrid force too weak should prove 161:04,018[A ]| Add tempting Woman's more destructive Love. 161:04,019[A ]| Give the Ambitious Fair ~~ 161:04,020[A ]| All Nature's gifts refined by$4$ subtlest Art, 161:04,021[A ]| (Too able to$9$ betray his easy heart,) 161:04,022[A ]| And with worse Charms than Helen's to$9$ destroy 161:04,023[A ]| That$6#2$ other hope of our mistaken Troy. 161:04,024[A ]| The Scene from Dullness and Dutch Plots bring over, 161:04,025[A ]| And set the hopeful Patricide ashore, 161:04,026[A ]| Fraught with the blessings of each boorish friend, 161:04,027[A ]| And the kind helps their prayers and brandy lend, 161:04,028[A ]| With those few crowns ~~ 161:04,029[A ]| Some English Jews and some French Christians send. 161:04,030[A ]| Next in$4$ the blackest Colours paint the Town, 161:04,031[A ]| For$4$ old Hereditary Treasons known, 161:04,032[A ]| Whose Infant sons in$4$ early mischiefs bred, 161:04,033[A ]| Swear to$4$ the Covenant they can hardly read, 161:04,034[A ]| Brought up$5$ with too much Charity to$9$ hate 161:04,035[A ]| Ought but their Prayer-book and their Magistrate, 161:04,036[A ]| Here let his gaudy banner be displayed, 161:04,037[A ]| Whilst the kind Fools invoke their neighbours' aid, 161:04,038[A ]| To$9$ adore the Idol which$6#1$ themselves have made, 161:04,039[A ]| And Peasants from neglected Ploughs resort, 161:04,040[A ]| To$9$ fill his Army, and adorn his Court: 161:04,041[A ]| Near these exalted on$4$ a Drum unbraced 161:04,042[A ]| Let Heaven's and James's enemy be placed. 161:04,043[A ]| The Wretch that$6#1$ hates (like$4$ his Arguile) the Crown, 161:04,044[A ]| The Wretch that$6#1$ (like$4$ our Oates) defames the Gown; 161:04,045[A ]| And through the Speaking-trumpet of his Nose 161:04,046[A ]| Blasphemously Heaven's sacred Word expose, 161:04,047[A ]| Bidding the Long-eared rout "With one accord 161:04,048[A ]| "Stand up$5$, and fight the Battles of the Lord." 161:04,049[A ]| Then near the Pageant Prince, (alas! too nigh,) 161:04,050[A ]| Draw Gray with a Romantic constancy, 161:04,051[A ]| "Resolved to$9$ conquer or resolved to$9$ ~~ fly." 161:04,052[A ]| And let there in$4$ his guilty Face appear 161:04,053[A ]| The Rebel's malice and the Coward's fear, 161:04,054[A ]| That$3$ future ages in$4$ thy Piece may see, 161:04,055[A ]| Not his Wife falser to$4$ his bed, than to$4$ his party He. 161:04,056[A ]| Now let the curst Triumvirate prepare 161:04,057[A ]| For$4$ all the glorious Ills of Horrid war; 161:04,058[A ]| Let zealous Lust the dreadful Work begin, 161:04,059[A ]| Backed with a sad variety of Sin, 161:04,060[A ]| Let Vice in$4$ all its numerous Shapes be shown, 161:04,061[A ]| Crimes which$6#1$ to$4$ milder Brennus were unknown, 161:04,062[A ]| And innocent Cromwell would have blushed to$9$ own: 161:04,063[A ]| Their Arms from pillaged Temples let them bring, 161:04,064[A ]| And rob the Deity to$9$ wound the KING. 161:04,065[A ]| Excited thus by$4$ their Camp-priest's long prayer, 161:04,066[A ]| Their Country's curses, and their own despair, 161:04,067[A ]| Whilst Hell combines with its black offspring night, 161:04,068[A ]| To$9$ hide their Treachery, or Secure their flight, 161:04,069[A ]| The watchful Troops with cruel haste come on$5$, 161:04,070[A ]| Then shout, look terrible, discharge, and run. 161:04,071[A ]| Fallen from his short-lived power, and flattered hopes, 161:04,072[A ]| His friends destroyed by$4$ Hunger, Swords or Ropes, 161:04,073[A ]| To$4$ some near Grove the WESTERN MONARCH flies, 161:04,074[A ]| In$4$ vain; ~~ the Grove her innocent Shade denies, 161:04,075[A ]| The juster Trees ~~ 161:04,076[A ]| Which$6#1$, when for$4$ refuge Charles and Virtue fled, 161:04,077[A ]| By$4$ grateful instinct their glad branches spread, 161:04,078[A ]| And round the sacred Charge cast their enlarged head, 161:04,079[A ]| Soon as the outcast Absolom comes nigh, 161:04,080[A ]| Drop off their trembling Leaves, and blasted die. 161:04,081[A ]| Not Earth itself would hide her guilty Son, 161:04,082[A ]| Though he for$4$ refuge to$4$ her bowels run: 161:04,083[A ]| Seditious Corah to$4$ her arms she took, 161:04,084[A ]| When angry Heaven his \good old cause\ forsook, 161:04,085[A ]| But now provoked with a more just disdain 161:04,086[A ]| She shrinks her frighted Head, and gives our Rebel back again. 161:04,087[A ]| Now, Artist, let thy juster Pencil draw 161:04,088[A ]| The sad effects of necessary Law, 161:04,089[A ]| In$4$ painted Words and speaking Colours tell 161:04,090[A ]| How the great, pitied, stubborn Traitor fell. 161:04,091[A ]| On$4$ the sad Scene the glorious Rebel place, 161:04,092[A ]| His Pride and Sorrow struggling in$4$ his face; 161:04,093[A ]| Describe the labours of his tortured Breast, 161:04,094[A ]| (If by$4$ this Imagery thought can be expressed,) 161:04,095[A ]| Show with what difference Two vast passions move, 161:04,096[A ]| And how the Hero with the Christian strove: 161:04,097[A ]| Then draw the sacred Prelate by$4$ his side, 161:04,098[A ]| To$9$ raise his sorrow and confound his pride, 161:04,099[A ]| With the dear dreadful thought of a God crucified. 161:04,100[A ]| Paint (if thou canst) the powerful Words which$6#1$ hung, 161:04,101[A ]| Upon$4$ the holy Man's persuasive Tongue, 161:04,102[A ]| Words sweet as Moses writ, or Asaph sung, 161:04,103[A ]| Words whose prevailing Influence might have won 161:04,104[A ]| All but the haughty, hardened Absolon. 161:04,105[A ]| At distance, round the weeping Mother, place 161:04,106[A ]| The too unmindful Father's beauteous race, 161:04,107[A ]| But (like$4$ the Grecian Artist) spread a veil, 161:04,108[A ]| Over the sad Beauties of fair Annabel, 161:04,109[A ]| No$2$ Art, no$2$ Muse those sorrows can express 161:04,110[A ]| Which$6#1$ would be rendered by$4$ Description less. 161:04,111[A ]| Now close the dismal Scene, conceal the rest ~~ 161:04,112[A ]| ~~ That$3$ the sad Orphan's Eyes can teach us best, 161:04,113[A ]| Thy guilty Art might raise our ill-placed grief too high 161:04,114[A ]| And make us whilst We pity Him, forget our Loyalty. 161:05,000@@@@@| 161:05,000[' ]| <\To the Lord Bishop of Rochester,\> 161:05,000[' ]| <\on His History of the Plot written by His late\> 161:05,000[' ]| <\Majesties command. And an Apologie for these\> 161:05,000[' ]| <\Verses called the Advice to$4$ a Painter, by the\> 161:05,000[' ]| <\same Author.\> 161:05,000[A ]| \My Lord,\ 161:05,001[A ]| WITH humble hope your goodness will$1$ excuse 161:05,002[A ]| The hasty zeal of an aspiring Muse; 161:05,003[A ]| I with unequal pace your steps pursue, 161:05,004[A ]| And thought I trod securely following you, 161:05,005[A ]| Repenting now, like$4$ \Phaeton\, too late 161:05,006[A ]| I feebly sink beneath the Glorious weight. 161:05,007[A ]| And own the work for$4$ all but you too great: 161:05,008[A ]| The hand that$6#1$ rivalled Heaven took thence its fire 161:05,009[A ]| Before he the senseless Machine could inspire; 161:05,010[A ]| And the rash Author would attempt in$4$ vain, 161:05,011[A ]| Unless he borrowed your diviner Pen; 161:05,012[A ]| To$9$ imitate or praise with equal flight 161:05,013[A ]| What only \Charles\ could Dictate, only you could Write. 161:05,014[A ]| If trouble past by$4$ repetition please, 161:05,015[A ]| Though meaner tongues the grateful tale rehearse, 161:05,016[A ]| What mighty Raptures must these Ills create, 161:05,017[A ]| Which$6#1$ bravely, as he conquered, you relate; 161:05,018[A ]| Our joys without our sufferings had been less, 161:05,019[A ]| And for$4$ the remedy, the wound we bless. 161:05,020[A ]| So$3$ did not \Catiline's\ defeated rage 161:05,021[A ]| Your much-loved \Tullie's\ daring Pen engage, 161:05,022[A ]| His Rome would want one Glory of his tongue, 161:05,023[A ]| The World a Master-piece, and Fame a Song. 161:06,000@@@@@| 161:06,000[' ]| <\Not Writing to K. P.\> 161:06,001[A ]| SO$3$ from Divinity and things above 161:06,002[A ]| The Zealot's thoughts have sometimes chanced to$9$ rove 161:06,003[A ]| Till on$4$ his life he does with grief reflect, 161:06,004[A ]| Compares Heaven's goodness with his own neglect, 161:06,005[A ]| Abhors his crime and vows he will$1$ now begin 161:06,006[A ]| With double Penitence to$9$ clear his Sin. 161:06,007[A ]| Then sighing trembling doubting he draws near, 161:06,008[A ]| His Piety still vanquished by$4$ his fear, 161:06,009[A ]| Till Heaven beholds and Pities what he feels 161:06,010[A ]| And with glad Omens his wished Pardon Seals 161:06,011[A ]| Pleased with the truth of his repentance more 161:06,012[A ]| Then with his constant Prayers and drudging Zeal before. 161:07,000@@@@@| 161:07,000[' ]| <\To the right Reverend Father in God\> 161:07,000[' ]| <\Francis Lord Bishop of Ely, &c.\> 161:07,000[' ]| <\On his Lordship's departure from Cambridge soon after\> 161:07,000[' ]| <\I had the Honour to$9$ be made known to$4$ Him.\> 161:07,000[' ]| 161:07,001[B ]| TELL, dear Alexis, tell thy Damon why 161:07,002[B ]| Dost Thou in$4$ mournful Shades obscurely lie? 161:07,003[B ]| Why dost Thou sigh? why strike thy panting breast? 161:07,004[B ]| And steal from life the needful Hours of rest? 161:07,005[B ]| Are thy Kids starved by$4$ Winter's early frost? 161:07,006[B ]| Are any of thy bleating Stragglers lost? 161:07,007[B ]| Have strangers' Cattle trod thy new-ploughed ground? 161:07,008[B ]| Hast great Joanna, or her greater Shepherd frowned? 161:07,000[' ]| 161:07,009[C ]| See! my Kids browse; my Lambs securely play; 161:07,010[C ]| (Ah! were their Master unconcerned, as They!) 161:07,011[C ]| No$2$ beasts (at Noon I looked) had trod my ground; 161:07,012[C ]| Nor has Joanna or Her Shepherd frowned. 161:07,000[' ]| 161:07,013[B ]| Then stop the lavish fountain of your Eyes, 161:07,014[B ]| Nor let those sighs from your swollen bosom rise, 161:07,015[B ]| Chase Sadness, Friend, and Solitude away, 161:07,016[B ]| And once again rejoice, and once again look Gay. 161:07,000[' ]| 161:07,017[C ]| Say what can more our tortured Souls annoy, 161:07,018[C ]| Than to$9$ behold, admire, and lose our Joy? 161:07,019[C ]| Whose Fate more hard than those who$6#1$ sadly run 161:07,020[C ]| For$4$ the last Glimpse of the departing Sun? 161:07,021[C ]| Or what Severer Sentence can be given, 161:07,022[C ]| Then having Seen, to$9$ be excluded Heaven? 161:07,000[' ]| 161:07,023[B ]| None Sheperd none ~~ 161:07,000[' ]| 161:07,023[C ]| Then cease to$9$ chide my cares, 161:07,024[C ]| And rather pity than restrain my Tears; 161:07,025[C ]| Those Tears, my Damon, which$6#1$ I justly Shed, 161:07,026[C ]| To$9$ think how great my Joys, how soon they fled. 161:07,027[C ]| I told Thee, Friend, (now bless the Shepherd's name 161:07,028[C ]| From whose dear Care the kind occasion came) 161:07,029[C ]| That$3$ I, even I, might happily receive, 161:07,030[C ]| The sacred Wealth which$6#1$ Heaven and Daphnis give. 161:07,031[C ]| That$3$ I might See the lovely awful Swain 161:07,032[C ]| Whose holy Crosier guides our willing plain: 161:07,033[C ]| Whose pleasing Power, and ruling goodness keep 161:07,034[C ]| Our Souls, with equal care as We our Sheep. 161:07,035[C ]| Whose Praise excites each Lyre, employs each Tongue 161:07,036[C ]| Whilst only he that$6#1$ caused dislikes the Song. 161:07,037[C ]| To$4$ this Great, Humble, parting Man I gained 161:07,038[C ]| Access, and happy for$4$ an Hour I reigned. 161:07,039[C ]| Happy, as new formed Man in$4$ Paradise, 161:07,040[C ]| Before Sin debauched his inoffensive bliss: 161:07,041[C ]| Happy as Heroes after Battles won; 161:07,042[C ]| Prophets entranced; or Monarchs on$4$ the Throne ~~ 161:07,043[C ]| ~~ But (oh!, my Friend,) those Joys with Daphnis flew, 161:07,044[C ]| To$4$ them these tributary Tears are due. 161:07,000[' ]| 161:07,045[B ]| Was He so$5#1$ Humble then? those Joys so$5#1$ vast? 161:07,046[B ]| Cease to$9$ admire that$3$ both so$5#1$ quickly past. 161:07,047[B ]| Too happy should We be would smiling Fate 161:07,048[B ]| Render one blessing durable and great: 161:07,049[B ]| But (oh! the sad vicissitude), how soon 161:07,050[B ]| Unwelcome night succeeds the cheerful Noon! 161:07,051[B ]| And rigid Winter nips the flowery pomp of June! 161:07,052[B ]| Then grieve not, Friend, like$4$ Thee Since all mankind, 161:07,053[B ]| A certain change of Joy and Sorrows find. 161:07,054[B ]| Suppress thy sighs, thy down-cast Eye-lids raise, 161:07,055[B ]| Whom present thou adoredst, him Absent praise. 161:08,000@@@@@| 161:08,000[' ]| <\To Madam K: P\.> 161:08,000[' ]| <\A Pastoral Dialogue.\> 161:08,000[' ]| 161:08,001[B ]| SEE Strephon what a refulgent ray 161:08,002[B ]| Dispels yon Clouds, and gilds the rising day 161:08,003[B ]| The smiling Fields their early Treasures brings 161:08,004[B ]| And warbling Birds proclaim the coming spring 161:08,005[B ]| Young tender Plants and swelling buds appear 161:08,006[B ]| Whilst Nature smiling seems to$9$ bless the Year. 161:08,007[B ]| Lively the Nymphs and sportive are their Swains, 161:08,008[B ]| All Sorrows Banished from the cheerful Plains 161:08,009[B ]| Save only what Thy troubled Soul contains. 161:08,010[B ]| Then tell me Strephon, prythee tell me why 161:08,011[B ]| Dost Thou in$4$ mournful shades obscurely lie? 161:08,012[B ]| Why dost Thou sigh, why strike Thy panting breast 161:08,013[B ]| And steal from life the needful hours of rest? 161:08,014[B ]| Are thy Kids starved by$4$ rigorous Winter's frost? 161:08,015[B ]| Are any of thy bleating stragglers lost? 161:08,016[B ]| Have Strangers Cattle trod thy new Ploughed ground 161:08,017[B ]| Or (what is worst) has great JOANNA frowned? 161:08,000[' ]| 161:08,018[C ]| ON$4$ yonder Hills my bleating stragglers play 161:08,019[C ]| (Ah! were their Master unconcerned as they) 161:08,020[C ]| No$2$ beasts (at Noon I looked) had trod my ground 161:08,021[C ]| Nor have I lost my Kids, nor has Joanna frowned? 161:08,000[' ]| 161:08,022[B ]| THEN stop the lavish fountains of your Eyes 161:08,023[B ]| Nor let those Sighs from your swollen bosom rise, 161:08,024[B ]| Send all these melancholy thoughts away 161:08,025[B ]| And once again rejoice, and once again look gay. 161:08,000[' ]| 161:08,026[C ]| AH Damon what can add to$4$ Sorrows more 161:08,027[C ]| Then thoughts of happiness enjoyed before? 161:08,028[C ]| What more disturbs the slighted Lover's breast 161:08,029[C ]| Than sad remembrance how he has been blessed 161:08,030[C ]| What kind reception once his Passion found 161:08,031[C ]| And how he flourished before his fair one frowned? 161:08,032[C ]| What more the wretched Exile's soul annoys 161:08,033[C ]| Than recollection of his former Joys? 161:08,034[C ]| Or what severer Sentence can be given 161:08,035[C ]| Than having seen, to$9$ be excluded Heaven? 161:08,000[' ]| 161:08,036[B ]| NONE Shepherd None ~~ 161:08,000[' ]| 161:08,037[C ]| ~~ then cease to$9$ chide my Cares 161:08,038[C ]| And rather pity than restrain my Tears, 161:08,039[C ]| Those tears, my Damon, which$6#1$ I justly shed 161:08,040[C ]| To$9$ think how great my Joys, how soon they fled; 161:08,041[C ]| I told thee, Friend (when I forsook those Sheep 161:08,042[C ]| Which$6#1$ Thou the while with equal care didst keep) 161:08,043[C ]| That$3$ I would visit fair Celinda's Shrine, 161:08,044[C ]| And pay those Vows which$6#1$ gratitude enjoin. 161:08,045[C ]| Since then how happy did thy Strephon live. 161:08,046[C ]| Happy ~~ ~~ 161:08,047[C ]| In$4$ all kind Heaven or kinder She could give 161:08,048[C ]| Happy as new formed Man in$4$ Paradise 161:08,049[C ]| Before Sin debauched his inoffensive bliss 161:08,050[C ]| Happy as Heroes after Battles won, 161:08,051[C ]| Prophets entranced or Monarchs on$4$ their Throne. 161:08,052[C ]| Then chide not if I sometimes drop a Tear 161:08,053[C ]| When I remember how I triumphed there 161:08,054[C ]| And with past pleasures present woes compare. 161:08,000[' ]| 161:08,055[B ]| BUT were those pleasures so$5#1$ extremely vast? 161:08,056[B ]| Wonder not then that$3$ they so$5#1$ quickly past. 161:08,057[B ]| Too happy should we be would smiling Fate 161:08,058[B ]| Render one blessing durable and great. 161:08,059[B ]| But (Ah! the sad Vicissitude) how soon 161:08,060[B ]| Unwelcome Night succeeds the cheerful Noon 161:08,061[B ]| And rigid Winter nips the flowery pomp of June. 161:08,062[B ]| Then grieve not Friend, like$4$ Thee since all Mankind 161:08,063[B ]| A certain change of Joy and sorrows find 161:08,064[B ]| Come give thy anxious Soul its wonted peace 161:08,065[B ]| And from this Hour let all sad troubles cease; 161:08,066[B ]| Suppress thy Sighs, those downcast Eyelids raise, 161:08,067[B ]| Tune thy neglected Harp, and sing the Goddess' praise. 161:09,000@@@@@| 161:09,000[' ]| <\To the Reverend Father in God Francis,\> 161:09,000[' ]| <\Lord Bishop of Ely &c.\> 161:09,001[A ]| IF Poets, before they clothed their infant Thought, 161:09,002[A ]| And the rude Work to$4$ just perfection brought, 161:09,003[A ]| Did still some God or Godlike Man invoke, 161:09,004[A ]| Whose mighty Name their sacred Silence broke; 161:09,005[A ]| Your Goodness, Sir, will$1$ easily excuse 161:09,006[A ]| The bold request of an aspiring Muse; 161:09,007[A ]| Who$6#1$ with your blessing would Your Aid implore 161:09,008[A ]| And in$4$ her weakness justify Your Power: 161:09,009[A ]| From Your fair Pattern, Sir, she strives to$9$ write, 161:09,010[A ]| And, with unequal Strength, pursues your flight 161:09,011[A ]| Yet hopes She never can Err that$6#1$ follows You, 161:09,012[A ]| Led by$4$ Your blest Commands, and great Example too: 161:09,013[A ]| Then Smiling an aspiring Influence give, 161:09,014[A ]| And make the Muse and her Endeavours live; 161:09,015[A ]| Claim all her future Labours as Your due, 161:09,016[A ]| Let every Song begin and end with You; 161:09,017[A ]| So$3$ to$4$ the blest retreat She will$1$ gladly go, 161:09,018[A ]| Where the Saint's Palm, and Muse's laurel grow; 161:09,019[A ]| Where kindly Both in$4$ glad embraces joined, 161:09,020[A ]| And round Your Brow their mingled Honours twined; 161:09,021[A ]| Both to$4$ the Virtue due which$6#1$ could excel 161:09,022[A ]| As much in$4$ Writing as in$4$ Living Well: 161:09,023[A ]| So$3$ shall she proudly press the tuneful string, 161:09,024[A ]| And mighty Things in$4$ mighty Numbers sing; 161:09,025[A ]| Nor doubt to$9$ strike Prudentius' daring Lyre, 161:09,026[A ]| And humbly bring the Verse which$6#1$ You inspire. 161:10,000@@@@@| 161:10,000[' ]| <\A Satyr on the modern Translators.\> 161:10,000[' ]| <\7Odi 7imitatores 7servum 7pecus, &c.\> 161:10,001[A ]| SINCE the united cunning of the Stage, 161:10,002[A ]| Has balked the hireling Drudges of the Age: 161:10,003[A ]| Since \Betterton\ of late so$5#1$ thrifty is grown, 161:10,004[A ]| Revives old Plays, or wisely acts his own: 161:10,005[A ]| Thumbed \Rider\ with a Catalogue of Rhymes, 161:10,006[A ]| Makes the completest Poet of our Times: 161:10,007[A ]| Those who$6#1$ with nine months' toil had spoiled a Play, 161:10,008[A ]| In$4$ hopes of Eating at a full Third day, 161:10,009[A ]| Justly despairing longer to$9$ sustain 161:10,010[A ]| A craving Stomach from an empty Brain, 161:10,011[A ]| Have left Stage-practice, changed their old Vocations, 161:10,012[A ]| Atoning for$4$ bad Plays, with worse Translations, 161:10,013[A ]| And like$4$ old \Sternhold\ with laborious spite, 161:10,014[A ]| Burlesque what nobler Muses better write: 161:10,015[A ]| Thus while they for$4$ their Causes only seem 161:10,016[A ]| To$9$ change the Channel, they corrupt the Stream. 161:10,017[A ]| So$3$ breaking \Vintners\ to$9$ increase their Wine, 161:10,018[A ]| With nauseous Drugs debauch the generous Vine: 161:10,019[A ]| So$3$ barren \Gipsies\ for$4$ recruit are said, 161:10,020[A ]| With Strangers' Issue to$9$ maintain the Trade; 161:10,021[A ]| But lest the fair Bantling should be known, 161:10,022[A ]| A daubing Walnut makes him all their own. 161:10,023[A ]| In$4$ the head of this Gang too \John*Dryden\ appears, 161:10,024[A ]| But to$9$ save the Town-censure and lessen his Fears, 161:10,025[A ]| Joined with a Spark whose Title makes me civil, 161:10,026[A ]| For$3$ \7Scandalum 7Magnatum\ is the Devil: 161:10,027[A ]| Such mighty Thoughts from \Ovid's\ Letters flow, 161:10,028[A ]| That$3$ the Translation is a work for$4$ two; 161:10,029[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ one copy joined their shame have shewn, 161:10,030[A ]| Since \T***e\ could spoil so$5#1$ many, though alone: 161:10,031[A ]| My Lord I thought so$5#1$ generous would prove, 161:10,032[A ]| To$9$ scorn a Rival in$4$ affairs of Love: 161:10,033[A ]| But well he knew his teeming pangs were vain, 161:10,034[A ]| Till Midwife \Dryden\ eased his labouring Brain; 161:10,035[A ]| And that$3$ when part of \Hudibras's\ Horse 161:10,036[A ]| Jogged on$5$, the other would not hang an Arse; 161:10,037[A ]| So$3$ when fleet \Jowler\ hears the joyful halloo, 161:10,038[A ]| He drags his sluggish Mare, and \Troy\ must follow. 161:10,039[A ]| But how could this learned brace employ their time? 161:10,040[A ]| One construed sure, while the other pumped for$4$ Rhyme: 161:10,041[A ]| Or it with these, as once at \Rome\, succeeds, 161:10,042[A ]| The \Bibulus\ subscribes to$4$ \Caesar's\ Deeds: 161:10,043[A ]| This, from his Partner's Acts, ensures his Name, 161:10,044[A ]| Oh sacred thirst of everlasting Fame! 161:10,045[A ]| That$6#1$ could defile those well cut Nails with Ink, 161:10,046[A ]| And make his Honour condescend to$9$ think: 161:10,047[A ]| But what Excuse, what Preface can atone, 161:10,048[A ]| For$4$ Crimes which$6#1$ guilty \Bayes\ has singly done? 161:10,049[A ]| \Bayes\, whom \Rose*Alley\ Ambuscade enjoined, 161:10,050[A ]| To$9$ be to$4$ Vices which$6#1$ he practised kind, 161:10,051[A ]| And brought the venom of a spiteful \Satire\, 161:10,052[A ]| To$4$ the safe innocence of a \dull Translator\. 161:10,053[A ]| \Bayes\, who$6#1$ by$4$ all the Club was thought most fit 161:10,054[A ]| To$9$ violate the \Mantuan Prophet's\ wit, 161:10,055[A ]| And more debauch what loose \Lucretius\ writ. 161:10,056[A ]| When I behold the rovings of his Muse, 161:10,057[A ]| How soon \Assyrian\ Ointments she would lose 161:10,058[A ]| For$4$ Diamond Buckles sparkling at their Shoes. 161:10,059[A ]| When \Virgil's\ height is lost, when \Ovid\ soars, 161:10,060[A ]| And in$4$ Heroics \Canace\ deplores 161:10,061[A ]| Her Follies, louder than her Father roars, 161:10,062[A ]| I would let him take \Almanzor\ for$4$ his Theme; 161:10,063[A ]| In$4$ lofty Verse make \Maximin\ blaspheme, 161:10,064[A ]| Or sing in$4$ softer Airs \St%*Katharine's\ Dream. 161:10,065[A ]| Nay, I could hear him damn last Age's Wit, 161:10,066[A ]| And rail at Excellence he never can hit; 161:10,067[A ]| His Envy should at powerful \Cowley\ rage, 161:10,068[A ]| And banish Sense with \Jonson\ from the Stage: 161:10,069[A ]| His Sacrilege should plunder \Shakespear's\ Urn, 161:10,070[A ]| With a dull Prologue make the Ghost return 161:10,071[A ]| To$9$ bear a second Death, and greater pain, 161:10,072[A ]| While the Fiend's words the Oracle profane; 161:10,073[A ]| But when not satisfied with Spoils at home, 161:10,074[A ]| The Pirate would to$4$ foreign Borders roam; 161:10,075[A ]| May he still split on$4$ some unlucky Coast, 161:10,076[A ]| And have his Works, or Dictionary lost; 161:10,077[A ]| That$3$ he may know what \Roman\ Authors mean, 161:10,078[A ]| No$2$ more than does our blind Translatress \Behn\. 161:10,079[A ]| The Female Wit, who$6#1$ next convicted stands, 161:10,080[A ]| Not for$4$ abusing \Ovid's\ Verse but \Sand's\: 161:10,081[A ]| She might have learned from the ill borrowed Grace, 161:10,082[A ]| (Which$6#1$ little helps the ruin of her Face) 161:10,083[A ]| That$3$ Wit, like$4$ Beauty, triumphs over the Heart, 161:10,084[A ]| When more of Nature is seen and less of Art: 161:10,085[A ]| Nor strive in$4$ \Ovid's\ Letters to$9$ have shown, 161:10,086[A ]| As much of Skill, as Lewdness in$4$ her own: 161:10,087[A ]| Then let her from the next inconstant Lover, 161:10,088[A ]| Take a new Copy for$4$ a second Rover: 161:10,089[A ]| Describe the cunningof a Jilting Whore, 161:10,090[A ]| From the ill Arts herself has used before; 161:10,091[A ]| Thus let her write, but Paraphrase no$2$ more. 161:10,092[A ]| \R***mer\ to$4$ \Crambo\ privilege does claim, 161:10,093[A ]| Nor from the Poet's Genius, but his Name; 161:10,094[A ]| Which$6#1$ Providence in$4$ contradiction meant, 161:10,095[A ]| Though he Predestination could prevent, 161:10,096[A ]| And with bold dullness translate Heaven's intent. 161:10,097[A ]| Rash Man! we paid thee Adoration due, 161:10,098[A ]| That$3$ ancient Critics were excelled by$4$ you: 161:10,099[A ]| Each little Wit to$4$ your Tribunal came 161:10,100[A ]| To$9$ hear their doom, and to$9$ secure their Fame: 161:10,101[A ]| But for$4$ Respect you servilely sought Praise, 161:10,102[A ]| Slighted the Umpire's Palm to$9$ court the Poet's Bayes; 161:10,103[A ]| While wise Reflexions and a grave Discourse, 161:10,104[A ]| Declined to$9$ Zoons a River for$4$ a Horse. 161:10,105[A ]| So$3$ discontented \Pemberton\ withdrew, 161:10,106[A ]| From sleeping Judges to$4$ the noisy Crew; 161:10,107[A ]| Changed awful Ermine for$4$ a servile Gown, 161:10,108[A ]| And to$4$ an humble fawning smoothed his frown: 161:10,109[A ]| The \Simile\ will$1$ differ here indeed; 161:10,110[A ]| You can not versify, though he can plead. 161:10,111[A ]| To$4$ painful \Creech\ my last Advice descends, 161:10,112[A ]| That$3$ he and Learning would at length be Friends; 161:10,113[A ]| That$3$ he would command his dreadful Forces home, 161:10,114[A ]| Not be a second \Hannibal\ to$4$ \Rome\. 161:10,115[A ]| But since no$2$ Counsel his Resolves can bow, 161:10,116[A ]| Nor may thy fate, O \Rome\, resist his Vow; 161:10,117[A ]| Debarred from Pens as Lunatics from Swords, 161:10,118[A ]| He should be kept from waging war with Words. 161:10,119[A ]| Words which$6#1$ at first like$4$ Atoms did advance, 161:10,120[A ]| To$4$ the just measure of a tuneful Dance, 161:10,121[A ]| And jumped to$4$ Form, as did his Worlds, by$4$ chance. 161:10,122[A ]| This pleased the Genius of the vicious Town; 161:10,123[A ]| The Wits confirmed his Labours with renown, 161:10,124[A ]| And swore the early Atheist for$4$ their own. 161:10,125[A ]| Had he stopped here ~~ But ruined by$4$ Success, 161:10,126[A ]| With a new Spawn he filled the burthened Press, 161:10,127[A ]| Till, as his Volumes swelled, his Fame grew less. 161:10,128[A ]| So$3$ Merchants flattered with increasing Gain, 161:10,129[A ]| Still tempt the falsehood of the doubtful Main; 161:10,130[A ]| So$3$ the first running of the lucky Dice, 161:10,131[A ]| Does eager Bully to$4$ new Bets entice; 161:10,132[A ]| Till Fortune urges him to$9$ be undone, 161:10,133[A ]| And \Ames-Ace\ loses what kind \Sixes\ wone. 161:10,134[A ]| Witness this Truth \Lucretia's\ wretched Fate, 161:10,135[A ]| Which$6#1$ better have I heard my Nurse relate; 161:10,136[A ]| The Matron suffers violence again, 161:10,137[A ]| Not \Tarquin's\ Lust so$5#1$ vile as \Creech's\ Pen; 161:10,138[A ]| Witness those heaps his Midnight Studies raise, 161:10,139[A ]| Hoping to$9$ rival \Ogilby\ in$4$ Praise: 161:10,140[A ]| Both writ so$5#1$ much, so$5#1$ ill, a doubt might rise, 161:10,141[A ]| Which$6#1$ with most Justice might deserve the Prize; 161:10,142[A ]| Had not the first the Town with Cuts appeased, 161:10,143[A ]| And where the Poem failed the Picture pleased. 161:10,144[A ]| Wits of a meaner rank I would rehearse, 161:10,145[A ]| But will$1$ not plague your Patience nor my Verse: 161:10,146[A ]| In$4$ long oblivion may they happy lie, 161:10,147[A ]| And with their Writings may their Folly die. 161:10,148[A ]| Now why should we poor \Ovid\ yet pursue, 161:10,149[A ]| And make his very Book an Exile too, 161:10,150[A ]| In$4$ words more barbarous than the place he knew? 161:10,151[A ]| If \Virgil\ laboured not to$9$ be translated, 161:10,152[A ]| Why suffers he the only thing he hated? 161:10,153[A ]| Had he foreseen some ill officious Tongue, 161:10,154[A ]| Would in$4$ unequal Strains blaspheme his Song; 161:10,155[A ]| Nor Prayers, nor Force, nor Fame should ever prevent 161:10,156[A ]| The just Performance of his wise intent: 161:10,157[A ]| Smiling he had seen his martyred Work expire, 161:10,158[A ]| Nor live to$9$ feel more cruel Foes than Fire. 161:10,159[A ]| Some Fop in$4$ Preface may those Thefts excuse, 161:10,160[A ]| That$3$ \Virgil\ was the draught of \Homer's\ Muse: 161:10,161[A ]| That$3$ \Horace's\ by$4$ \Pindar's\ Lyre was strung, 161:10,162[A ]| By$4$ the great Image of whose Voice he sung; 161:10,163[A ]| They found the Mass, it is true, but in$4$ their Mould 161:10,164[A ]| They purged the drossy Ore to$4$ current Gold: 161:10,165[A ]| Mending their Pattern, they escaped the Curse, 161:10,166[A ]| Yet had \they\ not writ better, they had writ worse. 161:10,167[A ]| But when we bind the Lyric up$5$ to$4$ rhyme, 161:10,168[A ]| And lose the Sense to$9$ make the Poem chime: 161:10,169[A ]| When from their Flocks we force \Sicilian\ Swains, 161:10,170[A ]| To$9$ ravish Milk-maids in$4$ our \English\ Plains; 161:10,171[A ]| And wandering Authors, before they touch our shore, 161:10,172[A ]| Must, like$4$ our Locust \Hugonots\, be poor. 161:10,173[A ]| I would bid the importing Club their pains forbear, 161:10,174[A ]| And traffic in$4$ our own, though homely ware, 161:10,175[A ]| Whilst from themselves the honest Vermin spin, 161:10,176[A ]| I would like$1$ the Texture, though the Web be thin; 161:10,177[A ]| Nay, take \Crown's\ Plays, because his own, for$4$ wit; 161:10,178[A ]| And praise what \D'urfey\, not translating, writ. 161:11,000@@@@@| 161:11,000[' ]| <1686> 161:11,000[' ]| <\A Hymn to$4$ the Spring.\> 161:11,000[' ]| 161:11,001[A ]| FAIREST Child of flowing time, 161:11,002[A ]| Earth's refreshment, Heaven's delight, 161:11,003[A ]| Beauty's honor, Nature's Prime 161:11,004[A ]| Joy of our Soul, and glory of our sight! 161:11,005[A ]| O bridle in$4$ the posting hours; 161:11,006[A ]| Thy too precipitated course restrain, 161:11,007[A ]| Cast out thy blossoms, spread thy flowers, 161:11,008[A ]| Augment our pleasure, and prolong thy reign. 161:11,009[A ]| For$3$ it were impiety to$9$ wish Thee gone, 161:11,010[A ]| Though Summer next and all her fruits come on$5$. 161:11,000[' ]| 161:11,011[A ]| All, thy absent Deity 161:11,012[A ]| With repeated Prayers implore; 161:11,013[A ]| All rejoice, thy Presence nigh, 161:11,014[A ]| Behold thy Miracles, and bless thy Power. 161:11,015[A ]| The Farmer from thy looks receives 161:11,016[A ]| The blooming promise of a fruitful Year: 161:11,017[A ]| The Lover from thy bounty weaves 161:11,018[A ]| An early Honour for$4$ his Mistress' hair: 161:11,019[A ]| The sullen Warrior smiles, to$9$ see thee spread 161:11,020[A ]| The future Pride of his ennobled head. 161:11,000[' ]| 161:11,021[A ]| Senseless as the Year we lie, 161:11,022[A ]| Till kind spring's enlivening fires 161:11,023[A ]| Wakens our activity, 161:11,024[A ]| Improves our Joys, and heightens our desires. 161:11,025[A ]| For$4$ thee even Venus we will$1$ despise 161:11,026[A ]| Thou brighter Queen of Harmony and Love! 161:11,027[A ]| And Thee too born above the skies 161:11,028[A ]| Without a fictious Metaphor we will$1$ prove: 161:11,029[A ]| For$3$ what is Heaven but bright recesses, where 161:11,030[A ]| A constant Spring enriches all the Year? 161:12,000@@@@@| 161:12,000[' ]| <1687> 161:12,000[' ]| <\To the E of D. on the Birth of His Son.\> 161:12,000[' ]| 161:12,001[A ]| WAKE Goddess wake thy drowsy Lyre 161:12,002[A ]| Let the neglected Chords to$4$ louder Strains be strung, 161:12,003[A ]| And raise Thy voice, and swell thy numbers higher, 161:12,004[A ]| No$2$ common Theme requires Thy Song. 161:12,005[A ]| For$3$ lo! from old Eternity's glad Womb 161:12,006[A ]| The promised day, the glorious Birth is come: 161:12,007[A ]| It is come; the noble Babe securely lies 161:12,008[A ]| On$4$ his fair Mother's joyful breast; 161:12,009[A ]| (Happy his Age whose Infancy enjoys 161:12,010[A ]| A Seat of Plenty and a Heaven of rest.) 161:12,011[A ]| But, Oh! what Clouds of glory, clouds of light 161:12,012[A ]| Too strong for$4$ feeble Man's external Eye 161:12,013[A ]| Roll round the noble Babe, and mock my drowned Sight: 161:12,014[A ]| That$6#2$ Light, that$6#2$ glory I would see; 161:12,015[A ]| Hear, Goddess, hear thy Votary: 161:12,016[A ]| The meanest of thy Sons inspire 161:12,017[A ]| Come to$4$ my breast, and with Thy powerful ray 161:12,018[A ]| Drive dim Humanity away 161:12,019[A ]| Wake, Goddess, wake thy Lyre. 161:12,000[' ]| 161:12,020[A ]| Hark the quickened Lyre awakes, 161:12,021[A ]| Each willing string melodious tremblings makes: 161:12,022[A ]| And see! the appeased Air, and opening sky 161:12,023[A ]| Proclaim the Goddess nigh. 161:12,024[A ]| She is here, I feel the generous rage within 161:12,025[A ]| Enliven each extended vein. 161:12,026[A ]| I feel the kind the cruel Goddess roll 161:12,027[A ]| All through each part of my exalted Soul 161:12,028[A ]| And pressed with Joy and pained with ecstasy 161:12,029[A ]| Lo! what mighty things I see. 161:12,000[' ]| 161:12,030[A ]| Amidst a fair Troop of smiling Deities: 161:12,031[A ]| Grave Janus with Majestic pace draws near 161:12,032[A ]| The sacred place where the blest Infant lies. 161:12,033[A ]| Janus with pleasing Care and easy Joy 161:12,034[A ]| Does all his happy Eyes employ 161:12,035[A ]| The lovely Babe to$9$ view 161:12,036[A ]| Employs them all, and thinks them all too few. 161:12,037[A ]| Pleased and ravished with the sight 161:12,038[A ]| He wings the coming Hours with new delight 161:12,039[A ]| No$2$ more looks backward now, but here 161:12,040[A ]| From this blest Birth dates the ennobled Year. 161:12,000[' ]| 161:12,041[A ]| Jocund Hymen next appears 161:12,042[A ]| His fragrant head with cheerful joy he rears 161:12,043[A ]| With freshest wreaths his hair was bound 161:12,044[A ]| With brightest flames his torch was crowned. 161:12,045[A ]| Onward he came and coming smiled 161:12,046[A ]| And saw and kissed and blest the happy Child 161:12,047[A ]| He saw and kissed and blest, and laughed aloud 161:12,048[A ]| Whilst all the little lovely crowd 161:12,049[A ]| Who$6#1$ with officious Joy stood hovering by$5$ 161:12,050[A ]| Laughed aloud with Him, and blest the Augury. 161:12,000[' ]| 161:12,051[A ]| Wanton and gay came Venus by$5$ 161:12,052[A ]| Venus saw Dorinda's Son 161:12,053[A ]| Smiled and took him for$4$ her own 161:12,054[A ]| And much She would have said of flames and darts 161:12,055[A ]| Of sighing Maids and yielding hearts 161:12,056[A ]| But Pallas with majestic gravity 161:12,057[A ]| Reproved the light discourse, and 161:12,057@b | Know, 161:12,057[A ]| she cries, 161:12,058@b | This Child is born to$4$ nobler Victories: 161:12,059@b | Arms and the dusky field shall be his care 161:12,060@b | It is he shall lead the generous Britain forth 161:12,061@b | To$4$ hazardous encounter and hard war, 161:12,062@b | He shall renew his famed forefathers' worth 161:12,063@b | And bid the wondering Soldier imitate 161:12,064@b | His Virtue and be great. 161:12,065[A ]| She said, and reverently low depressed 161:12,066[A ]| Her armed head down to$4$ the Lovely Child; 161:12,067[A ]| The lovely Child with Ominous gallantry 161:12,068[A ]| Threw his young Arms around her glittering Crest 161:12,069[A ]| And clasped it to$4$ him close and smiled 161:12,070[A ]| Whilst all the greater Gods that$6#1$ waited by$5$ 161:12,071[A ]| Bowed to$4$ the Babe, and blest the Augury. 161:12,072[A ]| With mild Magnificence and humble State 161:12,073[A ]| See Jove Himself vouchsafes to$9$ wait. 161:13,000@@@@@| 161:13,000[' ]| <\Satyr on the Poets.\> 161:13,000[' ]| <\In Imitation of the Seventh Satyr of Juvenal.\> 161:13,000[' ]| <\7Et 7Spes, & 7Ratio 7Studiorum, &c.\> 161:13,001[A ]| ALL my Endeavours, all my Hopes depend 161:13,002[A ]| On$4$ you, the Orphan's, and the Muse's Friend: 161:13,003[A ]| The only great good Man, who$6#1$ will$1$ declare 161:13,004[A ]| Virtue, and Verse the Objects of your care, 161:13,005[A ]| And prove a Patron in$4$ the worst of times: 161:13,006[A ]| When Hungry \Bayes\ forsakes his empty Rhymes, 161:13,007[A ]| Beseeching all true Catholics' Charity 161:13,008[A ]| For$4$ a poor Proselyte, that$6#1$ long did lie 161:13,009[A ]| Under the Mortal Sins of Verse and Heresy. 161:13,010[A ]| \Shadwell\ and starving \Tate\ I scorn to$9$ Name; 161:13,011[A ]| Poets of all Religions are the same: 161:13,012[A ]| Recanting \Settle\, brings the tuneful Ware, 161:13,013[A ]| Which$6#1$ wiser \Smithfield\ damned to$4$ \Sturbridge*Fair\: 161:13,014[A ]| Protests his Tragedies and Libels fail 161:13,015[A ]| To$9$ yield him Paper, penny Loaves and Ale; 161:13,016[A ]| And bids our Youth, by$4$ his Example fly 161:13,017[A ]| The love of Politics, and Poetry. 161:13,018[A ]| And all Retreats, except \Newball\, refuse 161:13,019[A ]| To$9$ shelter starving \Durfey's\ Jockey Muse: 161:13,020[A ]| There to$4$ the Butler, and her Grace's Maid, 161:13,021[A ]| He turns like$4$ \Homer\, Sonneteer for$4$ Bread: 161:13,022[A ]| Knows his just Bounds; nor ever durst aspire 161:13,023[A ]| Beyond the swearing Grooms, and Kitchen Fire. 161:13,024[A ]| Is there a Man to$4$ these Examples blind, 161:13,025[A ]| To$4$ Clinking Numbers fatally designed, 161:13,026[A ]| Who$6#1$, by$4$ his Parts would purchase Meat and Fame, 161:13,027[A ]| And in$4$ next Miscellanies plant his Name? 161:13,028[A ]| Were my Beard grown, the wretch I would thus advise; 161:13,029@a | Repent fond Mortal, and be timely wise; 161:13,030@a | Take heed, nor be by$4$ gilded Fops betrayed 161:13,031@a | \Clio\ is a Jilt, and \Pegasus\ a Jade. 161:13,032@a | By$4$ Verse you will$1$ starve; \John*Saul\ could never live, 161:13,033@a | Unless the Bell-Man made the Poet thrive: 161:13,034@a | Go rather, in$4$ some little Shed by$4$ \Pauls'\, 161:13,035@a | Sell \Chivy*Chase\, and \Baxter's\ Salve for$4$ Souls. 161:13,036@a | Cry Rara*Shows, sing Ballads, Transcribe Votes, 161:13,037@a | Be \Care\, or \Ketch\, or anything, but \Oates\. 161:13,038@b | Hold Sir, 161:13,038[A ]| some Bully of the Muses Cries, 161:13,039@b | Methinks you are more Satirical, than Wise: 161:13,040@b | You rail at Verse indeed; but rail in$4$ Rhyme; 161:13,041@b | At once encourage, and condemn the Crime. 161:13,042@a | True Sir, I write, and have a Patron too, 161:13,043@a | To$4$ whom my Tributary Songs are due; 161:13,044@a | Yet with your leave I would honestly dissuade 161:13,045@a | Those wretched Men from \Pindus\ barren Shade: 161:13,046@a | Who$6#1$, though they tire their Muse and rack their Brains, 161:13,047@a | With blustering Heroes, and with piping Swains, 161:13,048@a | Can no$2$ Great patient giving Man engage 161:13,049@a | To$9$ fill their Pockets, and their Title Page. 161:13,050@a | Were I like$4$ these unhappily Decreed 161:13,051@a | By$4$ penny Elegies to$9$ get my Bread; 161:13,052@a | Or want a Meal, unless \George*Croom\ and I 161:13,053@a | Could strike a Bargain for$4$ my Poetry: 161:13,054@a | I would damn my Works, to$9$ wrap up$5$ Soap and Cheese 161:13,055@a | Or furnish Squibs for$4$ City Prentices; 161:13,056@a | To$9$ burn the Pope, and Celebrate \Queen*Bess\. 161:13,057@a | But on$5$; your ruin stubbornly pursue; 161:13,058@a | Herd with the hungry little Chiming Crew, 161:13,059@a | Obtain the empty Title of a Wit, 161:13,060@a | And be a free-cost Noisy in$4$ the Pit, 161:13,061@a | Print your dull Poems, and before them place 161:13,062@a | A Crown of Laurel, and a Meagre Face: 161:13,063@a | And may just Heaven thy hated Life prolong, 161:13,064@a | Till thou blest Author! Seest thy deathless Song 161:13,065@a | The dusty Lumber of a \Smithfield\ Stall, 161:13,066@a | And find thy Picture starched to$4$ Suburb Wall, 161:13,067@a | With \Jony*Armstrong\, and the Prodigal. 161:13,068@a | And, to$9$ complete the Curse, 161:13,069@a | When Age, and Poverty comes faster on$5$, 161:13,070@a | And sad Experience tells thou art undone: 161:13,071@a | May no$2$ kind Country Grammar School afford 161:13,072@a | Ten Pound a year, for$4$ Lodging, Bed and Board, 161:13,073@a | Till void of any fixed Employ, and now 161:13,074@a | Grown Useless to$4$ the Army, and the Plough, 161:13,075@a | You have no$2$ friend left, but Trusting Landlady, 161:13,076@a | Who$6#1$ stows you in$4$ hard Truckle Garret high, 161:13,077@a | To$9$ dream of Dinner, and Curse Poetry. 161:13,078@a | Sir, I have a Patron, you reply; it is true, 161:13,079@a | Fortune and Parts, you say may get one too: 161:13,080@a | Why Faith, even try; Write, Flatter, Dedicate, 161:13,081@a | My Lord's and his Fore-fathers' Deeds relate; 161:13,082@a | Yet know, he will$1$ wisely strive ten thousand ways 161:13,083@a | To$9$ shun a needy Poet's fulsome Praise: 161:13,084@a | Nay, to$9$ avoid thy Importunity, 161:13,085@a | Neglect his State, and condescend to$9$ be 161:13,086@a | A Poet, though perhaps he is worse than thee. 161:13,087@a | Thus from a Patron, he becomes a Friend; 161:13,088@a | Forgetting to$9$ Reward, learns to$9$ Commend: 161:13,089@a | Receives your twelve long Months' successful Toil, 161:13,090@a | And talks of Author's Energy and Style; 161:13,091@a | Damns the dull Poems of the Scribbling Town, 161:13,092@a | Applauds your Writing, and Esteems his own: 161:13,093@a | Whilst thou in$4$ Complaisance obliged must sit 161:13,094@a | To$9$ extol his Judgment, and admire his Wit; 161:13,095@a | And wrapt with his Essay on$4$ Poetry, 161:13,096@a | Swear \Horace\ writ not half so$5#1$ strong as he, 161:13,097@a | But that$3$ we are partial to$4$ Antiquity. 161:13,098@a | Yet this Authentic Peer perhaps scarce knows, 161:13,099@a | With Jingling Sounds to$9$ tag insipid Prose, 161:13,100@a | And should be, by$4$ some Honest \Manly\, told 161:13,101@a | He had lost his Credit, to$9$ secure his Gold. 161:13,102@a | But if thou art blessed enough to$9$ write a Play, 161:13,103@a | Without the hungry hopes of kind Third-day, 161:13,104@a | And he presumes that$3$ to$4$ thy Dedication 161:13,105@a | Thou shalt fix his Name, not bargain for$4$ the Station; 161:13,106@a | My Lord his useless Kindness then assures, 161:13,107@a | And to$4$ the utmost of his power, he is Yours: 161:13,108@a | How fine your Plot! how exquisite your Scene! 161:13,109@a | And played at Court, it would strangely please the Queen! 161:13,110@a | And you may take his Judgment sure, for$3$ he 161:13,111@a | Knows the true Spirit of good Poetry, 161:13,112@a | And might with equal Justice, have put in$5$ 161:13,113@a | For$4$ Poet*Laureate, as Lord*Chamberlain. 161:13,114@a | All this you see and know, yet cease to$9$ shun, 161:13,115@a | And seeing, knowing, strive to$9$ be Undone. 161:13,116@a | So$3$ Kid-napped Duchess, once beyond \Graves-end\, 161:13,117@a | Rejects the Council of recalling Friend; 161:13,118@a | Is told the dreadful Bondage she must bear 161:13,119@a | And sees, unable to$9$ avoid the Snare. 161:13,120@a | So$3$ practised Thief, oft Taken, never dismayed, 161:13,121@a | Forgets the Sentence, and pursues the Trade; 161:13,122@a | Though yet he almost feels the Smoking Brand, 161:13,123@a | And sad \T%*R%\ stands fresh upon$4$ his Hand. 161:13,124[A ]| The Author then, whose daring hopes would strive 161:13,125[A ]| With well built Verse, to$9$ keep his Fame alive, 161:13,126[A ]| And something to$4$ Posterity present, 161:13,127[A ]| That$6#1$ is very New, and very Excellent, 161:13,128[A ]| Something beyond the uncalled drudging Tribe, 161:13,129[A ]| Beyond What \Bays\ can write, or I describe, 161:13,130[A ]| Should in$4$ substantial Happiness abound, 161:13,131[A ]| His Mind with Peace, his Board with Plenty crowned: 161:13,132[A ]| No$2$ early \Duns\ should break his learned Rest, 161:13,133[A ]| No$2$ saucy Cares, his nobler Thoughts molest; 161:13,134[A ]| Only the God within should shake his labouring Breast. 161:13,135[A ]| In$4$ vain we from our Sonneteers require 161:13,136[A ]| The height of \Cowley's\ and \Anacreon's\ Lyre: 161:13,137@z | "In$4$ vain we bid them fill the Bowl, 161:13,138@z | "Large as their capacious Soul, 161:13,139[A ]| Who$6#1$ since the King was Crowned, never tasted Wine, 161:13,140[A ]| But rise at Eight, and know not where to$9$ Dine. 161:13,141[A ]| In$4$ vain, we bid dejected \Settle\ hit 161:13,142[A ]| The Tragic Flights of \Shakespear's\ towering Wit: 161:13,143[A ]| He needs must miss the Mark, who is kept so$5#1$ low 161:13,144[A ]| He scarce has strength enough to$9$ draw the Bow. 161:13,145[A ]| \Sidley\ indeed and \Rochester\ might Write, 161:13,146[A ]| For$4$ their own Credit, and their Friends' Delight, 161:13,147[A ]| Shewing how far they could the rest out-do, 161:13,148[A ]| As in$4$ their Fortunes, so$3$ their Writings too; 161:13,149[A ]| But should Drudge \Dryden\ this Example take, 161:13,150[A ]| And \Absaloms\ for$4$ empty Glory make, 161:13,151[A ]| He would soon perceive his Income scarce enough, 161:13,152[A ]| To$9$ feed his Nostrils with Inspiring Snuff, 161:13,153[A ]| Starving for$4$ Meat, nor surfeiting on$4$ Praise, 161:13,154[A ]| He would find his Brain as barren as his \Bays\. 161:13,155[A ]| There was a time When \Otway\ Charmed the Stage; 161:13,156[A ]| \Otway\ the Hope, the Sorrow of our Age! 161:13,157[A ]| When the full Pit with pleased attention hung, 161:13,158[A ]| Wrapped with each Accent from \Castalio's\ Tongue: 161:13,159[A ]| With what a Laughter was his Soldier read! 161:13,160[A ]| How Mourned they, when his \Jaffier\ Struck and Bled! 161:13,161[A ]| Yet this best Poet, though with so$5#1$ much ease, 161:13,162[A ]| He never drew his Pen, but sure to$9$ please: 161:13,163[A ]| Though Lightning were less lively than his Wit, 161:13,164[A ]| And Thunder-claps less loud than those of the Pit, 161:13,165[A ]| He had of his many Wants, much earlier died, 161:13,166[A ]| Had not kind Banker \Betterton\ supplied, 161:13,167[A ]| And took for$4$ Pawn, the Embryo of a Play, 161:13,168[A ]| Till he could pay himself the next Third-day. 161:13,169[A ]| Were \Shakespear's\ self alive again, he would never 161:13,170[A ]| Degenerate to$4$ a Poet from a Player. 161:13,171[A ]| \Carlile\ in the new raised Troops preferred we see, 161:13,172[A ]| And chattering \Montfort\ in$4$ the \Chancery\: 161:13,173[A ]| \Montfort\ how fit for$4$ Politics and Law, 161:13,174[A ]| That$6#1$ played so$5#1$ well \Sir*Courtley\ and \Jack*Daw\! 161:13,175[A ]| Dance then Attendance in$4$ slow \Mulgrave's\ Hall, 161:13,176[A ]| Read Maps, or count the Sconces till he call; 161:13,177[A ]| One Actor's Commendation shall do more, 161:13,178[A ]| Than Patron now, or Merit heretofore. 161:13,179[A ]| Some Poets I confess, the Stage has fed, 161:13,180[A ]| Who$6#1$ for$4$ Half-crowns are shown, for$4$ two pence read; 161:13,181[A ]| But these not envy thou, nor imitate, 161:13,182[A ]| But rather Starve in$4$ \Shadwell's\ silent Fate, 161:13,183[A ]| Than new vamp Farces, and be Damned with \Tate\. 161:13,184[A ]| For$3$ now no$2$ \Sidney\ will$1$ three hundred give, 161:13,185[A ]| That$3$ needy \Spencer\, and his Fame may live. 161:13,186[A ]| None of our Nobility will$1$ send 161:13,187[A ]| To$4$ the \King's-Bench\, or to$4$ his \Bethlem\ Friend. 161:13,188[A ]| Chymists and Whores, by$4$ \Buckingham\ were fed, 161:13,189[A ]| Those by$4$ their honest Labours gained their Bread 161:13,190[A ]| But he was never so$5#1$ expensive yet, 161:13,191[A ]| To$9$ keep a Creature merely for$4$ his Wit: 161:13,192[A ]| And \Cowley\, from all \Clifden\, scarce could have 161:13,193[A ]| One Grateful Stone, to$9$ show the World his Grave. 161:13,194[A ]| \Pembrook\ loved Tragedy, and did provide 161:13,195[A ]| For$4$ Butcher's Dogs, and for$4$ the whole Bank-side: 161:13,196[A ]| The \Bear\ was fed; but Dedicating \Lee\ 161:13,197[A ]| Was thought to$9$ have a larger Paunch than he. 161:13,198[A ]| More I could say; but care not much to$9$ meet 161:13,199[A ]| A Crab-Tree Cudgel, in$4$ a narrow Street: 161:13,200[A ]| Besides, your Yawning prompts me to$9$ give over, 161:13,201[A ]| Your humble Servant, Sir, not one word more. 161:13,202[A ]| Thus far my Satirist and angry Friend: 161:13,203[A ]| You, Sir, began the Verse; and You must end. 161:13,204[A ]| And may just Phoebus his wished Aid deny; 161:13,205[A ]| And my vexed Strings in$4$ sullen Silence lie: 161:13,206[A ]| When they forget Your Name: for$3$ O! to$4$ You 161:13,207[A ]| My Song, my Thought, my very Soul is due. 161:13,208[A ]| Then O! receive my Thanks: O deign to$9$ take 161:13,209[A ]| The little Offering a poor Muse can make: 161:13,210[A ]| That$6#1$ pants and Strives and fain would let Men see 161:13,211[A ]| How good her Patron and how grateful She. 161:13,212[A ]| Fain would ~~ but soon she finds the noble Song 161:13,213[A ]| A Theme too mighty for$4$ a Muse so$5#1$ Young; 161:13,214[A ]| Then owns her Weakness, wishes, rages, grieves; 161:13,215[A ]| And with mad trouble the wronged subject leaves: 161:13,216[A ]| Yet Vows her Labour She will$1$ one day renew, 161:13,217[A ]| With Strengthened Wings the glorious Toil pursue; 161:13,218[A ]| And Sing of wondrous Piety and You. 161:14,000@@@@@| 161:14,000[' ]| <\The Hind and the Panther Transversed\> 161:14,000[' ]| <\to the Story of The Country Mouse\> 161:14,000[' ]| <\and the City-Mouse.\> 161:14,000[' ]| 161:14,000[' ]| <\7Nec 7vult 7Panthera 7domari.\ 7Qua*e 7Genus.> 161:15,000@@@@@| 161:15,000[' ]| <\Epistle, to$4$ Lord***.\> 161:15,002[A ]| Your happy Granaries are amply stored; 161:15,003[A ]| That$3$ You can boast a Noble race, and show 161:15,004[A ]| United Honors Centred all in$4$ You; 161:15,005[A ]| That$3$ in$4$ all Turns of State Your word has stood, 161:15,006[A ]| To$4$ Your own Honour, and Your Country's Good; 161:15,007[A ]| That$3$ You write so$5#2$ that$3$ since great Strephon's death 161:15,008[A ]| No$2$ daring brow claims even the Second wreath: 161:15,009[A ]| Yet these Perfections, were my thoughts declared, 161:15,010[A ]| Nor ask that$6#2$ praise, nor merit that$6#2$ reward, 161:15,011[A ]| As that$6#2$ one good, which$6#1$ even Your Foes confess 161:15,012[A ]| (If any such there can be) You Possess. 161:15,013[A ]| A real Judgment, and a Solid Mind 161:15,014[A ]| Expert to$9$ use these blessings in$4$ their kind, 161:15,015[A ]| As Prudence dictates, and as God designed. 161:15,016[A ]| Though I do not fancy an impartial dole 161:15,017[A ]| Of Sense distributed to$4$ every Soul; 161:15,018[A ]| So$3$ that$3$ no$2$ Two, but can exactly say, 161:15,019[A ]| Each had his Measure, though a different way: 161:15,020[A ]| Yet potent Nature frankly has bestowed 161:15,021[A ]| Such various gifts amongst the mingled Crowd, 161:15,022[A ]| That$3$ I believe, the dullest of the kind, 161:15,023[A ]| Would he but Husband and Manure his Mind, 161:15,024[A ]| Might find some Excellence there, which$6#1$ well-improved 161:15,025[A ]| At home might make him Pleased, in$4$ public Loved. 161:15,026[A ]| Some with grave Judgment can decide the Cause, 161:15,027[A ]| And govern Nations and Establish Laws. 161:15,028[A ]| Others in$4$ rougher Policy Excel, 161:15,029[A ]| Manage their Troops and wage the Battle well. 161:15,030[A ]| With useful Science, some, and wholsome rules, 161:15,031[A ]| Improve our Virtues, and exalt our Souls. 161:15,032[A ]| And some search cunning Nature, and declare 161:15,033[A ]| How all things did, and why they thus appear. 161:15,034[A ]| Some know to$9$ bound the Earth; and some to$9$ Guide 161:15,035[A ]| The labouring Bark above the impetuous Tide. 161:15,036[A ]| Some can with Art allure the trembling string, 161:15,037[A ]| And happy wonders in$4$ apt Measures Sing. 161:15,038[A ]| Others can form the Hero or the Saint, 161:15,039[A ]| In$4$ breathing Stone, or animated Paint. 161:15,040[A ]| Thus some may Profit us, and some may Please; 161:15,041[A ]| All may have different Honours, different ways. 161:15,042[A ]| Some have large Wealth and may receive the guest 161:15,043[A ]| Others have Wit and Mirth to$9$ Crown the Feast. 161:15,044[A ]| Then all that$6#2$ Vice, and those absurdities, 161:15,045[A ]| Which$6#1$ every moment everybody sees, 161:15,046[A ]| Arise, (might I declare my thoughts) from this; 161:15,047[A ]| Not that$3$ Men want, but use their Parts amiss: 161:15,048[A ]| Not One in$4$ Twenty their own Talents know, 161:15,049[A ]| The Ox would champ the bit, the War horse plough: 161:15,050[A ]| The Coward Sieges and Campaigns recites, 161:15,051[A ]| The Cripple dances, and the Coxcomb writes. 161:15,052[A ]| No$2$ Ancient Piece, much harder than the rest, 161:15,053[A ]| That$6#1$ by$4$ Translation scorns to$9$ be expressed, 161:15,054[A ]| But all those People who$6#1$ to$4$ Phillis chime, 161:15,055[A ]| And make \admiring\ and \desiring\ Rhyme, 161:15,056[A ]| With Emulous Labour turn and tumble it, 161:15,057[A ]| And heads forthwith are scratched, and nails are bit. 161:15,058[A ]| No$2$ happy Picture, whose rich features show 161:15,059[A ]| Vandyke! Thy labour, or Thine, Angelo! 161:15,060[A ]| But whilst the Daubers with joint pains combine 161:15,061[A ]| To$9$ rival each inimitable line, 161:15,062[A ]| The great Original comes forth a \Sign\. 161:15,063[A ]| Painters and Poets anything may dare ~~ 161:15,064[A ]| I grant You, Sir, but with a previous Care 161:15,065[A ]| Of what their Strength denies, and what it will$1$ bear. 161:15,066[A ]| Who$6#1$ after Waller sings the \Holland-fight\, 161:15,067[A ]| Tells but how Ill it is possible to$9$ write: 161:15,068[A ]| Who$6#1$ fain would thoroughly show his want of Skill, 161:15,069[A ]| From Lely draws my Lady*Cleveland ill. 161:15,070[A ]| Is there a Man, on$4$ whom indulgent fate 161:15,071[A ]| Has smiled, and thrown a competent Estate? 161:15,072[A ]| With Sense enough to$9$ use the blessing right, 161:15,073[A ]| To$4$ his own Pleasure, and his Friends' delight. 161:15,074[A ]| On$5$ he shall run, where Nature never meant, 161:15,075[A ]| Nor friends, nor force, nor Bedlam, shall prevent. 161:15,076[A ]| Perhaps his Whim runs to$4$ Divinity, 161:15,077[A ]| Not \Pulton\ then, not Casuist \ABC\, 161:15,078[A ]| Or their new Converts, troublesome as he. 161:15,079[A ]| Perhaps to$4$ Law; his Cases then shall tire 161:15,080[A ]| A City Orphan, or a Norfolk Squire; 161:15,081[A ]| His unintelligible Talk shall put 161:15,082[A ]| A Widow, or a real Lawyer, out. 161:15,083@x | Take heed 161:15,083[A ]| (cries all the Country) 161:15,083@x | come not near! 161:15,084@x | It is Term-time at his Table all the Year. 161:15,085[A ]| Is there another, with such moderate Sense 161:15,086[A ]| It just suffices not to$9$ give offence? 161:15,087[A ]| It is odds but he shall Print his Poetry, 161:15,088[A ]| Though such perhaps as \Higden\ writes or I: 161:15,089[A ]| Nestles amongst the Critics in$4$ the Pit, 161:15,090[A ]| And talks at Will's, and would be thought a Wit. 161:15,091[A ]| The rough Tarpaulin when he Home has brought 161:15,092[A ]| Health, Strength, and Treasure, everything but Thought: 161:15,093[A ]| Must needs turn Spark forsooth; and to$9$ be known 161:15,094[A ]| Keeps very High, is jilted, and Undone. 161:15,095[A ]| The Land-Commander, whose ill favoured face 161:15,096[A ]| Might make him rail at Love, and break his glass; 161:15,097[A ]| If He has been once in$4$ France, affects to$9$ go 161:15,098[A ]| Oddly ill-dressed, and spruce as any Beau, 161:15,099[A ]| Ogles, and Combs, and Bows, and does not doubt 161:15,100[A ]| To$9$ raise his Fortunes by$4$ the Petticoat. 161:15,101[A ]| The awkward City Spark, who$6#1$ should not Swear 161:15,102[A ]| But sneaking Shop-Oaths to$9$ put off bad Ware, 161:15,103[A ]| Nor drink but at the chusing of the Mayor, 161:15,104[A ]| Gets very drunk, and with it very rude: 161:15,105[A ]| Some Suit their Inclinations, and are lewd; 161:15,106[A ]| On$4$ Vice, in$4$ him, it is Saucy to$9$ intrude. 161:15,107[A ]| Vice (says the Moralist, and would dispute) 161:15,108[A ]| Which$6#1$ no$2$ Man's Nature really can Suit. 161:15,109[A ]| It may Deceive us though, Sir; but in$4$ these 161:15,110[A ]| It looks so$5#1$ ill, it scarce appears to$9$ Please. 161:15,111[A ]| Well; most their business, their Discourse, their Clothes, 161:15,112[A ]| Their very Vice, unfit for$4$ them they chuse. 161:15,113[A ]| The Squire from Mother sent unfledged and raw, 161:15,114[A ]| To$9$ learn good breeding and to$9$ read the Law, 161:15,115[A ]| Though he has little else to$9$ justify 161:15,116[A ]| His Parts, but Innocence and modesty, 161:15,117[A ]| Quits these as soon as possibly he can, 161:15,118[A ]| And swears, and drinks, and fain would be ~~ 161:15,119[A ]| But to$4$ my Theme ~~ I firmly still aver 161:15,120[A ]| It is not through want of parts, but want of care, 161:15,121[A ]| To$9$ use those parts aright, so$5#1$ many err: 161:15,122[A ]| They will$1$ not spare time to$9$ weigh the good or ill, 161:15,123[A ]| We blame their \Intellect\, the Fault lies in$4$ their \will$0$\. 161:15,124[A ]| I know a hopeful Youth about the Town, 161:15,125[A ]| Whose Friends and Parts designed him for$4$ the Gown; 161:15,126[A ]| His body was but weak, his quiet mind 161:15,127[A ]| To$4$ gentle Peace seemed happily inclined: 161:15,128[A ]| Yet Thoughtless He, and erring in$4$ this Care 161:15,129[A ]| Of his own strength is fallen in$4$ love with War; 161:15,130[A ]| Herds with the Fighters, and with Pleasure feels 161:15,131[A ]| A long Toledo jarring at his Heels: 161:15,132[A ]| Talks ill of Sieges raised, and Armies led, 161:15,133[A ]| And wears his Cravat string, and Breeches red. 161:15,134[A ]| I met the Youth, and truly, far from spite, 161:15,135[A ]| Told him his Talent never was to$9$ fight ~~ 161:15,136[A ]| He frowned, and said, 161:15,136@w | \"Nor Yours perhaps to$9$ Write."\ 161:16,000@@@@@| 161:16,000[' ]| <1688> 161:16,000[' ]| <\To Mr Charles Montagu, on his Marriage\> 161:16,000[' ]| <\with the Right Honorable the Countess\> 161:16,000[' ]| <\of Manchester.\> 161:16,001[A ]| CHAMONT was absent, and Remembrance brought 161:16,002[A ]| Him and past Blessings thick upon$4$ my Thought: 161:16,003[A ]| Those but my Tortures now; whilst my vexed Heart 161:16,004[A ]| Beat quick, and throbbed, and sought its Nobler part, 161:16,005[A ]| Nor would have Rest; uneasy still Alone 161:16,007[A ]| I scorned the Wretch myself, my Worth was gone. 161:16,006[A ]| In$4$ Company I strove for$4$ Ease in$4$ vain 161:16,008[A ]| Whilst Mirth in$4$ others but increased my Pain. 161:16,009[A ]| Medicines from Books as vain I often took, 161:16,010[A ]| They that$6#1$ Writ best but told me how You spoke 161:16,011[A ]| In$4$ vain I saw; each Object through my Eye 161:16,012[A ]| Touched my Soul quick with Something still of Thee. 161:16,013[A ]| My Friend and I sat there; We that$6#2$ way moved; 161:16,014[A ]| There read, there talked, and everywhere we loved. 161:16,015[A ]| But when it was said, 161:16,015@x | Thou never must hope to$9$ See 161:16,016@x | That$6#2$ Friend return to$4$ Things below and Thee. 161:16,017@x | Happy He triumphs, happy has possessed 161:16,018@x | A Seat of Glory, and a Heaven of Rest: 161:16,019[A ]| It was base to$9$ sigh; and grew a Crime to$9$ moan; 161:16,020[A ]| So$5#1$ much I prize Your Joy beyond my Own. 161:16,021[A ]| Theseus still loved and still desired his Friend 161:16,022[A ]| Whilst great Alcides yet on$4$ Earth remained: 161:16,023[A ]| But when the Hero to$4$ his Heaven arrived 161:16,024[A ]| Most the Youth wanted Him, yet least He grieved. 161:16,025[A ]| Pleased that$3$ the Friend was in$4$ the God improved 161:16,026[A ]| He learned to$9$ worship what before He Loved. 161:16,027[A ]| Accept my first Oblation, thy own Heart, 161:16,028[A ]| (For$3$ Friendship shall be forced to$9$ let it part.) 161:16,029[A ]| It is Love demands it, and I must resign, 161:16,030[A ]| Honoria gave Her own, and merits Thine. 161:16,031[A ]| And to$9$ return it thus I triumph more, 161:16,032[A ]| Than keeping it from all the Sex before. 161:16,033[A ]| Accept my wishes too: meet all the Charms 161:16,034[A ]| The Muses gave, in$4$ dear Honoria's Arms. 161:16,035[A ]| Herself a Muse more noble than the Nine 161:16,036[A ]| From when We Harmony itself would paint 161:16,037[A ]| Art does but One graceful Figure join 161:16,038[A ]| The lovely Woman and the pious Saint. 161:16,039[A ]| May all Thy Hours in$4$ glad Procession pass 161:16,040[A ]| Kind as Her look, and soft as her Embrace. 161:16,041[A ]| And every Hour new pleasures mayst Thou find 161:16,042[A ]| All Fair and Lovely as Thy Mistress' Mind. 161:16,043[A ]| And sure that$6#2$ is very lovely, very fair: 161:16,044[A ]| Nothing but Heaven, and You, my Friend, are there. 161:16,045[A ]| May all Her future Minutes happy prove 161:16,046[A ]| As are Thy Numbers when Thou writest of Love. 161:16,047[A ]| How strangely happy those well Beauty knew 161:16,048[A ]| She fled Apollo, but She ran to$4$ You. 161:16,049[A ]| May smiling Peace and gentle Concord spread 161:16,050[A ]| Their blooming sweets around Thy spotless Bed 161:16,051[A ]| And may Mankind with pleasing Wonder see 161:16,052[A ]| Successive Hopes of thy great Progeny 161:16,053[A ]| Till dear Chamont's and Virgil's labours die. 161:17,000@@@@@| 161:17,000[' ]| <\A Session of the Poets (imperfect.)\> 161:17,001[A ]| SINCE the King like$4$ a venturous Gamester at Loo 161:17,002[A ]| Threw by$4$ his old Courtiers, and took in$5$ for$4$ New 161:17,003[A ]| Till by$4$ shuffling and drawing the cards were so$5#1$ mixed 161:17,004[A ]| That$3$ those which$6#1$ Won this deal were laid aside next 161:17,005[A ]| The Sons of the Muses began to$9$ repine 161:17,006[A ]| That$3$ who$6#1$ ever was turned out John*Dryden kept in$5$ 161:17,007[A ]| So$3$, Numerous and Noisy to$4$ Phoebus they came 161:17,008[A ]| To$9$ ask why of All the Knaves he should be Pam. 161:17,009[A ]| John*Dryden appeared at the head of the Gang, 161:17,010[A ]| And with a low bow and learned Harangue 161:17,011[A ]| He said with Submission he thought it would be hard 161:17,012[A ]| If he of the Bays should at length be debarred 161:17,013[A ]| Who$6#1$ so$5#1$ well had writ and so$5#1$ frankly declared. 161:17,014@b | Declaring 161:17,014[A ]| says Phoebus, 161:17,014@b | concerns not this court; 161:17,015@b | They that$6#1$ set you at work let them even pay you for$4$ it. 161:17,016@b | What is Religion to$4$ Us, it is well known that$3$ many 161:17,017@b | Have managed the Place well without having Any. 161:17,018@b | For$3$ matter of Writing it is frankly confessed 161:17,019@b | If we will$1$ take your bare word for$4$ it You do it much best. 161:17,020[A ]| next that$6#1$ advances 161:17,021[A ]| Is the Priest to$4$ the Sacrifice honest Sir*Francis. 161:17,022[A ]| Ochanti, Huy*Hannon, Rozarno, Tzinzummey 161:17,023[A ]| Bloody hands, blazing Comets, Priests devils and Mummy 161:17,024[A ]| Sure this will$1$ engage You? Apollo says 161:17,024@b | No$7$ 161:17,025@b | All these pretty tricks Lee in$4$ Bedlam can show. 161:17,026@b | Why then (though Despina and Tamerlane fail) 161:17,027@b | I am my Lord*Dorset's Friend, I hope that$6#2$ may prevail, 161:17,028[A ]| Apollo bowed low at the name, and declared 161:17,029[A ]| What a just Veneration he had for$4$ my Lord. 161:17,030@b | But heark yee Sir*Knight, 161:17,030[A ]| says the God, 161:17,030@b | that$6#2$ will$1$ not do 161:17,031@b | For$3$ if he had the Bays whom his Honour best knew 161:17,032@b | W%*R% has fairer pretences than You. 161:17,033[A ]| Old Waller came next, and handsomely pleaded 161:17,034[A ]| That$3$ none writ so$5#1$ neat and so$5#1$ calmly as he did 161:17,035[A ]| That$3$ with very much Wit he no$2$ anger expressed 161:17,036[A ]| Nor sharpened his Verse with a venomous Jest. 161:17,037@b | And granting all this, 161:17,037[A ]| said Apollo, 161:17,037@b | old Friend 161:17,038@b | It will$1$ signify little to$4$ the business in$4$ hand 161:17,039@b | For$3$ as he that$6#1$ is dubbed Hero, must first to$4$ the Wars 161:17,040@b | And bring home sore bruises and Hazardous Scars 161:17,041@b | So$3$, he that$6#1$ would rise and be proved a true Bays 161:17,042@b | (To$9$ be fitted in$4$ every respect to$4$ the Place) 161:17,043@b | Must be damned for$4$ his plays and for$4$ Satire Sustain 161:17,044@b | Two beatings at least in$4$ a little By-Lane. 161:17,045[A ]| Next little Tom*Durfey demanded the Bays 161:17,046[A ]| For$4$ the sense of his Songs and the Plot of his Plays 161:17,047[A ]| A double pretence which$6#1$ I will$1$ vow very Strong 161:17,048@b | But I have heard 161:17,048[A ]| says Apollo 161:17,048@b | a Scurrilous Song 161:17,049@b | In$4$ which$6#1$ You have affronted my friend Mrs%*Long 161:17,050@b | And heark ye Squire*Durfey the Man that$6#1$ refuses 161:17,051@b | Respect to$4$ the Sex is no$2$ friend to$4$ the Muses. 161:17,052[A ]| Next Maidwell who$6#1$ young Poetasters can bring 161:17,053[A ]| As some do tame Blackbirds, to$9$ whistle and Sing, 161:17,054[A ]| His Tropes and his Figures most finely employs 161:17,055[A ]| To$9$ purchase the Wreath for$4$ himself and his Boys 161:17,056[A ]| Apollo informed him he should be most glad 161:17,057[A ]| If from his own Works any Plea could be made 161:17,058[A ]| But at present he thought his pretences but bad. 161:17,059[A ]| For$3$ if he that$6#1$ Taught best had most right to$4$ the Laurel 161:17,060[A ]| Old Busby not he must determine the Quarrel. 161:17,061[A ]| From the Island of Love with a Shipload of Verse 161:17,062[A ]| Comes Afra and asks the Court leave to$9$ Rehearse 161:17,063[A ]| Enjoyment and Raptures and pretty Devices 161:17,064[A ]| Enamelled on$4$ Watches for$4$ Damon and Isis. 161:17,065[A ]| The Poetess Sung: at length swore She would prove 161:17,066[A ]| That$3$ She and Jack*Hoyle taught the whole Age to$9$ Love 161:17,067[A ]| And on$5$ with it She ran, nor had ended till now 161:17,068[A ]| But Phoebus reproved her, and gave her to$9$ know 161:17,069[A ]| That$3$ her Tongue went too fast, and her Love watch too Slow. 161:17,070[A ]| The next that$6#1$ put in$5$ for$4$ it was little Jo%*Crown 161:17,071[A ]| He swore his Sir*Courtly had ravished the Town. 161:17,072[A ]| Then Shadwell too sweated amain in$4$ the Praise 161:17,073[A ]| Of the language and Plot of his Squire of Alsace. 161:17,074[A ]| They both were put by$5$, So$3$ were two or three more 161:17,075[A ]| That$6#1$ fell short of the Laurel the SESSION before 161:17,076[A ]| For$3$ they could no$2$ more their Pretensions repeat 161:17,077[A ]| Than a Horse that$6#1$ is once distanced may run Second heat. 161:17,078[A ]| With a bundle of Poetry Settle was there 161:17,079[A ]| Some brought from the Play-House, and some from the Fair. 161:17,080[A ]| But Apollo assured him, He never would Chuse 161:17,081[A ]| The Laurel from such Demi-Poets as those 161:17,082[A ]| Who$6#1$ write Treason in$4$ Verse, and recant but in$4$ Prose. 161:17,083[A ]| Sir Ch*** that$6#1$ can write and better Translate 161:17,084[A ]| Was likewise Denied it for$3$ He had an Estate 161:17,085[A ]| And from Homer to$4$ D***n it never was known 161:17,086[A ]| That$3$ the Laureate had three Pence a Year of his own. 161:17,087[A ]| Tom*Wicherly challenged the Bays as his Due 161:17,088[A ]| And brought the Plain*Dealer to$9$ prove his words true. 161:17,089@b | I own 161:17,089[A ]| says Apollo 161:17,089@b | the Strength of Your Plea 161:17,090@b | But before You have the Place, there is one rub in$4$ Your way; 161:17,091@b | The Test, my Dear Friend, You must certainly take 161:17,092@b | Would to$4$ God we could get it repealed for$4$ your Sake. 161:17,093[A ]| After these a whole Gang with ill looks and hard Names 161:17,094[A ]| Thrust up$5$ to$4$ Apollo and forced in$4$ their Claims. 161:18,000@@@@@| 161:18,000[' ]| <\On Exodus iii. 14. I am that I am.\> 161:18,000[' ]| <\An Ode.\> 161:18,000[' ]| <\Written in 1688, as an Exercise at St. John's College,\> 161:18,000[' ]| <\Cambridge.\> 161:18,000[' ]| 161:18,001[A ]| MAN! Foolish Man! 161:18,002[A ]| Scarce knowest thou how thyself began; 161:18,003[A ]| Scarce hast thou Thought enough to$9$ prove Thou art; 161:18,004[A ]| Yet steeled with studied Boldness, thou darest try 161:18,005[A ]| To$9$ send thy doubting Reason's dazzled Eye 161:18,006[A ]| Through the mysterious Gulf of vast Immensity. 161:18,007[A ]| Much thou canst there discern, much thence impart. 161:18,008[A ]| Vain Wretch! suppress thy knowing Pride; 161:18,009[A ]| Mortify thy learned Lust: 161:18,010[A ]| Vain are thy Thoughts, while thou thyself art Dust. 161:18,000[' ]| 161:18,011[A ]| Let Wit her Sail, her Oars let Wisdom lend; 161:18,012[A ]| The Helm let politic Experience guide: 161:18,013[A ]| Yet cease to$9$ hope thy short-lived Bark shall ride 161:18,014[A ]| Down spreading Fate's unnavigable Tide. 161:18,015[A ]| What, though still it farther tend? 161:18,016[A ]| Still it is farther from its End; 161:18,017[A ]| And, in$4$ the Bosom of that$6#2$ boundless Sea, 161:18,018[A ]| Still finds its Error lengthen with its Way. 161:18,000[' ]| 161:18,019[A ]| With daring Pride and insolent Delight 161:18,020[A ]| Your Doubts resolved you boast, your Labours crowned; 161:18,021[A ]| And, \EUREKA!\ your God, forsooth is found 161:18,022[A ]| Incomprehensible and Infinite. 161:18,023[A ]| But is He therefore found? Vain Searcher! no$7$: 161:18,024[A ]| Let your imperfect Definition show, 161:18,025[A ]| That$3$ nothing You, the weak Definer, know. 161:18,000[' ]| 161:18,026[A ]| Say, why should the collected Main 161:18,027[A ]| Itself within itself contain? 161:18,028[A ]| Why to$4$ its Caverns should it sometimes creep, 161:18,029[A ]| And with delighted Silence sleep 161:18,030[A ]| On$4$ the loved Bosom of its Parent Deep? 161:18,031[A ]| Why should its numerous Waters stay 161:18,032[A ]| In$4$ comely Discipline, and fair Array, 161:18,033[A ]| Till Winds and Tides exert their high Commands? 161:18,034[A ]| Then prompt and ready to$9$ obey, 161:18,035[A ]| Why do the rising Surges spread 161:18,036[A ]| Their opening Ranks over Earth's submissive Head, 161:18,037[A ]| Marching through different Paths to$4$ different Lands? 161:18,000[' ]| 161:18,038[A ]| Why does the constant Sun 161:18,039[A ]| With measured Steps his radiant Journeys run? 161:18,040[A ]| Why does He order the Diurnal Hours 161:18,041[A ]| To$9$ leave Earth's other Part, and rise in$4$ Ours? 161:18,042[A ]| Why does He wake the correspondent Moon, 161:18,043[A ]| And fill her willing Lamp with liquid Light, 161:18,044[A ]| Commanding Her with delegated Powers 161:18,045[A ]| To$9$ beautify the World, and bless the Night? 161:18,046[A ]| Why does each animated Star 161:18,047[A ]| Love the just Limits of its proper Sphere? 161:18,048[A ]| Why does each consenting Sign 161:18,049[A ]| With prudent Harmony combine 161:18,050[A ]| In$4$ Turns to$9$ move, and subsequent appear, 161:18,051[A ]| To$9$ gird the Globe, and regulate the Year? 161:18,000[' ]| 161:18,052[A ]| Man does with dangerous Curiosity 161:18,053[A ]| These unfathomed Wonders try: 161:18,054[A ]| With fancied Rules and arbitrary Laws 161:18,055[A ]| Matter and Motion he restrains; 161:18,056[A ]| And studied Lines and fictious Circles draws: 161:18,057[A ]| Then with imagined Sovereignty 161:18,058[A ]| Lord of his new HYPOTHESIS he reigns. 161:18,059[A ]| He reigns: How long? till some Usurper rise; 161:18,060[A ]| And he too, mighty Thoughtful, mighty Wise, 161:18,061[A ]| Studies new Lines, and other Circles feigns. 161:18,062[A ]| From this last Toil again what Knowledge flows? 161:18,063[A ]| Just as much, perhaps, as shows, 161:18,064[A ]| That$3$ all his Predecessor's Rules 161:18,065[A ]| Were empty Cant, all JARGON of the Schools; 161:18,066[A ]| That$3$ he on$4$ the other's Ruin rears his Throne; 161:18,067[A ]| And shows his Friend's Mistake, and thence confirms his own. 161:18,000[' ]| 161:18,068[A ]| On$4$ Earth, in$4$ Air, amidst the Seas and Skies, 161:18,069[A ]| Mountainous Heaps of Wonders rise; 161:18,070[A ]| Whose towering Strength will$1$ never submit 161:18,071[A ]| To$4$ Reason's Batteries, or the Mines of Wit: 161:18,072[A ]| Yet still enquiring, still mistaking Man, 161:18,073[A ]| Each Hour repulsed, each Hour dare onward press; 161:18,074[A ]| And levelling at GOD his wandering Guess, 161:18,075[A ]| (That$6#2$ feeble Engine of his reasoning War, 161:18,076[A ]| Which$6#1$ guides his Doubts, and combats his Despair) 161:18,077[A ]| Laws to$4$ his Maker he learned Wretch can give: 161:18,078[A ]| Can bound that$6#2$ Nature, and prescribe that$6#2$ Will$0$, 161:18,079[A ]| Whose pregnant Word did either Ocean fill: 161:18,080[A ]| Can tell us whence all BEINGS are, and how they move and live. 161:18,081[A ]| Through either Ocean, foolish Man! 161:18,082[A ]| That$6#2$ pregnant Word sent forth again, 161:18,083[A ]| Might to$4$ a World extend each ATOM there; 161:18,084[A ]| For$4$ every Drop call forth a Sea, a Heaven for$4$ every Star. 161:18,000[' ]| 161:18,085[A ]| Let cunning Earth her fruitful Wonders hide; 161:18,086[A ]| And only lift thy staggering Reason up$5$ 161:18,087[A ]| To$4$ trembling CALVARY's astonished Top; 161:18,088[A ]| Then mock thy Knowledge, and confound thy Pride, 161:18,089[A ]| Explaining how Perfection suffered Pain, 161:18,090[A ]| Almighty languished, and Eternal died: 161:18,091[A ]| How by$4$ her Patient Victor Death was slain; 161:18,092[A ]| And Earth profaned, yet blessed with Deicide. 161:18,093[A ]| Then down with all thy boasted Volumes, down; 161:18,094[A ]| Only reserve the Sacred One: 161:18,095[A ]| Low, reverently low, 161:18,096[A ]| Make thy stubborn Knowledge bow; 161:18,097[A ]| Weep out thy Reason's, and thy Body's Eyes; 161:18,098[A ]| Deject thyself, that$3$ Thou mayst rise; 161:18,099[A ]| To$9$ look to$4$ Heaven, be blind to$4$ all below. 161:18,000[' ]| 161:18,100[A ]| Then Faith, for$4$ Reason's glimmering Light, shall give 161:18,101[A ]| Her Immortal Perspective; 161:18,102[A ]| And Grace's Presence Nature's Loss retrieve: 161:18,103[A ]| Then thy enlivened Soul shall see, 161:18,104[A ]| That$3$ all the Volumes of Philosophy, 161:18,105[A ]| With all their Comments, never could invent 161:18,106[A ]| So$5#1$ politic an Instrument, 161:18,107[A ]| To$9$ reach the Heaven of Heavens, the high Abode, 161:18,108[A ]| Where MOSES places his Mysterious God, 161:18,109[A ]| As was that$6#2$ Ladder which$6#1$ old JACOB reared, 161:18,110[A ]| When Light Divine had human Darkness cleared; 161:18,111[A ]| And his enlarged Ideas found the Road, 161:18,112[A ]| Which$6#1$ Faith had dictated, and Angels trod. 161:19,000@@@@@| 161:19,000[' ]| <\The Orange.\> 161:19,000[' ]| 161:19,001[A ]| GOOD people I pray 161:19,002[A ]| Throw the Orange away, 161:19,003[A ]| It is a very sour Fruit, and was first brought in$4$ play 161:19,004[A ]| When good \Judith*Wilk\ 161:19,005[A ]| In$4$ her pocket brought Milk, 161:19,006[A ]| And with Cushings and Warming-pans laboured to$9$ bilk 161:19,007[A ]| This same Orange. 161:19,000[' ]| <2.> 161:19,008[A ]| When the Army retreats 161:19,009[A ]| And the Parliament sits 161:19,010[A ]| To$9$ Vote our K*** the true use of his Wits: 161:19,011[A ]| It will$1$ be a sad means 161:19,012[A ]| When all he obtains 161:19,013[A ]| Is to$9$ have his Calves-head dressed with other men's Brains, 161:19,014[A ]| And an Orange. 161:19,000[' ]| <3.> 161:19,015[A ]| The sins of his Youth 161:19,016[A ]| Made him think on$4$ one Truth, 161:19,017[A ]| When he spawled from his Lungs, and bled twice at the mouth, 161:19,018[A ]| That$3$ your fresh sort of Food 161:19,019[A ]| Does his Carcass more good, 161:19,020[A ]| And the damned thing that$6#1$ Cured his putrefied blood 161:19,021[A ]| Was an Orange. 161:19,000[' ]| <4.> 161:19,022[A ]| This hopeful young Son 161:19,023[A ]| Is surely his own 161:19,024[A ]| Because from an O*** it cried to$9$ be gone 161:19,025[A ]| But the Heretics say 161:19,026[A ]| He was got by$4$ Da*** 161:19,027[A ]| For$3$ neither K*** nor the Nuncio dare stay 161:19,028[A ]| Near an Orange. 161:19,000[' ]| <5.> 161:19,029[A ]| Since \Lewis\ was Cut 161:19,030[A ]| From his Breech to$4$ the Gut, 161:19,031[A ]| \France\ fancies an open-arse delicate Fruit; 161:19,032[A ]| We wiser than so$5#2$ 161:19,033[A ]| Have two strings to$4$ our bow 161:19,034[A ]| For$3$ we have a good Q*** that$6#1$ is an open-arse too, 161:19,035[A ]| And an Orange. 161:19,000[' ]| <6.> 161:19,036[A ]| Till \Nanny\ writ much 161:19,037[A ]| To$4$ the Rebels the D*** 161:19,038[A ]| Her Mother, good Woman, never owed her a grutch 161:19,039[A ]| And the box of the Ear 161:19,040[A ]| Made the matter appear, 161:19,041[A ]| That$3$ the only foul savour the Q*** could not bear 161:19,042[A ]| Was an Orange. 161:19,000[' ]| <7.> 161:19,043[A ]| An honest old Peer 161:19,044[A ]| That$6#1$ forsook God last year, 161:19,045[A ]| Pulled off all his Plasters, and Armed for$4$ the War; 161:19,046[A ]| But his Arms would not do, 161:19,047[A ]| And his Aches throbbed too, 161:19,048[A ]| That$3$ he wished his own Pox and his \M***s\ too 161:19,049[A ]| On$4$ an Orange. 161:19,000[' ]| <8.> 161:19,050[A ]| Old Tyburn must groan, 161:19,051[A ]| For$3$ \Jeffreys\ is known 161:19,052[A ]| To$9$ have perjured his Conscience to$9$ marry his Son; 161:19,053[A ]| And \D***s\ cause 161:19,054[A ]| Will$1$ be tried by$4$ Just Laws, 161:19,055[A ]| And \Herbert\ must taste a most damnable Sauce 161:19,056[A ]| With an Orange. 161:19,000[' ]| <9.> 161:19,057[A ]| \Lobb, Penn\, and a score 161:19,058[A ]| Of those honest men more 161:19,059[A ]| Will$1$ find this same Orange exceedingly sour; 161:19,060[A ]| The Q*** to$9$ be seized 161:19,061[A ]| Will$1$ be very ill pleased, 161:19,062[A ]| And so$3$ will$1$ K*** Pippin, too dry to$9$ be squeezed 161:19,063[A ]| By$4$ an Orange. 161:20,000@@@@@| 161:20,000[' ]| <\Journey to$4$ Copt-Hall.\> 161:20,001[A ]| THIRTY Six Miles ~~ too far to$9$ walk afoot 161:20,002[A ]| And Pegasus, God knows, will$1$ never do it: 161:20,003[A ]| Yet I will$1$ on$5$ ~~ It is decreed, 161:20,004[A ]| I will$1$ hire a more substantial Steed. 161:20,005[A ]| Accoutrement of Sword and Coat 161:20,006[A ]| Useless Ornament I vote. 161:20,007[A ]| Thus borrowing Whip and Cordibeck, 161:20,008[A ]| Proceed we next to$9$ Tick for$4$ Hack. 161:20,009[A ]| With \Faith I will$1$ pay\, and sixpence earnest 161:20,010[A ]| I got my Quondam Coach-horse harnessed: 161:20,011[A ]| I mount, and great as Hudibrass, 161:20,012[A ]| With unarmed kick urge on$4$ my horse; 161:20,013[A ]| Whilst he by$4$ instinct still approaches 161:20,014[A ]| His old acquaintance of the Coaches: 161:20,015[A ]| With whipping constant as his trot, 161:20,016[A ]| My Beast and I to$4$ \Eppin\ got, 161:20,017[A ]| From whence, with loss of Whip and Leather, 161:20,018[A ]| I brought my sober Machine hither. 161:20,019[A ]| I came I saw, ~~ what once to$9$ see again 161:20,020[A ]| My Horse I would pardon, and renew my Pain. 161:20,021[A ]| Here well-set Simile might shine 161:20,022[A ]| Of Pilgrimage to$4$ Power divine, 161:20,023[A ]| Of zealous Persian who$6#1$ would run 161:20,024[A ]| To$9$ gaze on$4$ beams of distant Sun; 161:20,025[A ]| But they are abused by$4$ frantic \Lee\ 161:20,026[A ]| And sung to$4$ Stuttering \Durfey's Ge*sol*re.\ 161:20,027[A ]| Well then ~~ to$4$ Supper admirable 161:20,028[A ]| I sit, near Matron grave and head of Table 161:20,029[A ]| Methodically She carves Cunney 161:20,030[A ]| Whilst Frenchman talks of blood and Money. 161:20,031[A ]| Different Discourses crown the Meal 161:20,032[A ]| Much of Religion past, and much of Veal. 161:20,033[A ]| But one thing spoilt my appetite 161:20,034[A ]| Monsieur till ten Candle light 161:20,035[A ]| Extended Three Prodigious Lies ~~ 161:20,036[A ]| Good night. 161:21,000@@@@@| 161:21,000[' ]| <\On Mr: F. S. Killing the French K***\> 161:21,000[' ]| 161:21,001[A ]| THE joyful Slaves, whom your report set free 161:21,002[A ]| From Taxes, wooden Shoes, and Slavery; 161:21,003[A ]| Their Neighbours too, who$6#1$ by$4$ the Bully scared, 161:21,004[A ]| His Warlike Bombs and Politic Ratsbane feared; 161:21,005[A ]| All that$6#1$ have \trembling shook at his Alarms,\ 161:21,006[A ]| \Dutch-Men\ and \Protestants that$6#1$ felt his Arms,\ 161:21,007[A ]| And wisely hoped, his less Religious Son 161:21,008[A ]| Would tolerate the \Mass\ or \Alcoran\: 161:21,009[A ]| Last, \German Bishops\, who$6#1$ began to$9$ think, 161:21,010[A ]| They now might see less Fighting, and more drink: 161:21,011[A ]| All these their humblest Thanks to$4$ S*** send, 161:21,012[A ]| France's Deliverer, and the Muses' Friend. 161:21,013[A ]| S*** the glory of whose lasting Name 161:21,014[A ]| Shall \crack Time's Iron teeth and swell the cheeks of fame\ 161:21,015[A ]| S*** whose mighty \Monarch-murthering\ word 161:21,016[A ]| Rivals the force of St%*Raviliac's Sword. 161:21,017[A ]| Say, (for$3$ Thou knowest,) thou \Hero-heartening Muse\! 161:21,018[A ]| What would his presence, what his Arms produce? 161:21,019[A ]| Whose bare Report has nobler Mischiefs done, 161:21,020[A ]| Then \Oates's\ Mustard Balls, or \Pickerin's\ gun: 161:21,021[A ]| That$6#1$ at more distance kills, and Echoes louder, 161:21,022[A ]| Than 7Aurum*fulminans or German Powder? 161:21,023[A ]| Say, how at Paris, free from zealous fear, 161:21,024[A ]| S*** and \Reformation\ shall appear: 161:21,025[A ]| Brutus at Rome less honoured than he there! 161:21,026[A ]| How the swift Bumpers shall with joy go round, 161:21,027[A ]| Whilst every Bowl with S***'s Name is crowned; 161:21,028[A ]| And to$4$ his Health the Maudlin Protestants 161:21,029[A ]| Shall first drink \Bourdeaux\ dry, then beggar \Nantz\. 161:22,000@@@@@| 161:22,000[' ]| <\There be Those that leave Their\> 161:22,000[' ]| <\Names behind them.\> 161:22,000[' ]| 161:22,000[' ]| <\In Praise of the Lady Margaret Foundress of St: John's.\> 161:22,000[' ]| 161:22,001[A ]| IF gilded flags and heaps of polished Stone 161:22,002[A ]| Can make the Deads' memorial known 161:22,003[A ]| If from the well-cut brass will$1$ long appear 161:22,004[A ]| The Just the Generous the Good lies here 161:22,005[A ]| How long will$1$ Margaretta's Name be praised, 161:22,006[A ]| Who$6#1$ spent her Wealth another way 161:22,007[A ]| Who$6#1$ built what never will$1$ Decay 161:22,008[A ]| Who$6#1$ Living Pillars of Her Glory raised? 161:22,000[' ]| 161:22,009[A ]| Margaretta's Name shall live 161:22,010[A ]| And lasting Tribute of just Fame receive 161:22,011[A ]| Long as the Sacred Walls she founded stand, 161:22,012[A ]| The Pride, the light, the glory of our Land. 161:22,013[A ]| Long as the learned Youth shall flourish there 161:22,014[A ]| Inspired with Thoughts of Heaven and Her, 161:22,015[A ]| Shall press with pleasing force the grateful String 161:22,016[A ]| And thanks and Praises to$4$ their Goddess sing. 161:22,000[' ]| 161:22,017[A ]| If charitable Acts alone 161:22,018[A ]| Best make their Pious Authors known 161:22,019[A ]| If to$4$ the cheerful Giver Men shall raise 161:22,020[A ]| Lasting Monuments of praise 161:22,021[A ]| How long shall Margaretta's Name 161:22,022[A ]| Grace the bright Rolls of Piety and Fame? 161:22,000[' ]| 161:22,023[A ]| Long as Three Nations gratefully shall show 161:22,024[A ]| The mighty Thanks they to$4$ her goodness owe 161:22,025[A ]| Long as the sacred Page shall be Caressed 161:22,026[A ]| Which$6#1$ tells Us CHARITY and SHE are blessed. 161:22,000[' ]| 161:22,027[A ]| If Charitable Acts alone 161:22,028[A ]| Can for$4$ a Multitude of Sins atone 161:22,029[A ]| If at that$6#2$ great that$6#2$ dreadful day 161:22,030[A ]| Beyond which$6#1$ Time shall be no$2$ more 161:22,031[A ]| Who$6#1$ cherished Orphans and relieved the Poor 161:22,032[A ]| With holy Confidence shall stay 161:22,033[A ]| And see his Sins and Sorrows washed away, 161:22,034[A ]| What then shall be to$4$ Margaretta given? 161:22,000[' ]| 161:22,035[A ]| One of the best the brightest Seats in$4$ Heaven. 161:22,036[A ]| With Saints and Martyrs she shall live 161:22,037[A ]| Encircled round with lasting Joy 161:22,038[A ]| Which$6#1$ no$2$ mischance, no$2$ Sorrow can destroy 161:22,039[A ]| Which$6#1$ Man desires, and GOD alone can give. 161:23,000@@@@@| 161:23,000[' ]| <\Many Daughters have done well,\> 161:23,000[' ]| <\but Thou Excellest them all.\> 161:23,000[' ]| 161:23,000[' ]| <\As spoken in a Vision to the Lady Margaret\> 161:23,000[' ]| <\Foundress of St: John's.\> 161:23,001[A ]| IT WAS night, the Drowsy Deity began 161:23,002[A ]| To$9$ chain with sleep the busy thoughts of Man, 161:23,003[A ]| When free from Noise and troubles of the Day 161:23,004[A ]| Our ~~ Poet in$4$ those flowery Meadows lay 161:23,005[A ]| Where reverent Cham cuts out its famous way 161:23,006[A ]| When lo! O strange, an unexpected light 161:23,007[A ]| Dispersed the Native darkness of the Night 161:23,008[A ]| And raised at once his wonder and delight. 161:23,009[A ]| But how, how welcome did that$6#2$ light appear 161:23,010[A ]| Which$6#1$ ushered in$4$ a form all Heavenly fair 161:23,011[A ]| A Form which$6#1$ lately left its Mansion there. 161:23,012[A ]| A Woman proper, beautiful and fine 161:23,013[A ]| Her garb was Noble and her Mien divine 161:23,014[A ]| Majestic greatness Triumphed in$4$ her face 161:23,015[A ]| And every Limb had its peculiar grace. 161:23,016[A ]| With sober Pace the lovely Ghost drew near, 161:23,017[A ]| Her smiling seemed to$9$ Chide His useless fear 161:23,018[A ]| At length he knows the venerable Shade, 161:23,019[A ]| Runs to$9$ meet that$6#2$ of which$6#1$ he was afraid. 161:23,020[A ]| And this with reverence Thrice bowing said 161:23,021@b | Hail mighty Patroness! Hail great and Good! 161:23,022@b | Hail doubly famed for$4$ Virtue and for$4$ blood! 161:23,023@b | Hail Thou, whose Acts should I presume to$9$ show 161:23,024@b | I should blaspheme by$4$ Epithets too low. 161:23,025@b | Hail Saint or Princess royal or Divine 161:23,026@b | Hail wonder of our Sex and Fame of Thine 161:23,027@b | Be Thou my Muse vouchsafe to$9$ look on$4$ me 161:23,028@b | The meanest of thy learned Progeny. 161:23,029@b | Inspire my Soul that$3$ I may sing Thy fame 161:23,030@b | And raise a work eternal as my Theme 161:23,031@b | Inspire my Soul that$3$ I may loudly tell 161:23,032@b | How far Thou dost all Woman kind Excel 161:23,033@b | How Thou blessed Shade ~~ 161:23,034@b | When York had Lancaster so$5#1$ long withstood 161:23,035@b | And England's face was stained with English blood 161:23,036@b | Didst bless the Nation with a Godlike Son 161:23,037@b | Who$6#1$ recompensed the Ills their Arms had done 161:23,038@b | Who$6#1$ made all Faction all Rebellion cease 161:23,039@b | And gave Us Plenty, Liberty, and Peace. 161:23,040@b | You heard each Tongue with joy your glory sing 161:23,041@b | Each bless the Parents of so$5#1$ good a King 161:23,042@b | With all the Praises Gratitude could bring. 161:23,043@b | But thought the Gift not worthy yet of You 161:23,044@b | Unless with Peace You gave Us Learning too. 161:23,045@b | Then, then indulgently both paps you drew 161:23,046@b | And raised Two fabrics which$6#1$ shall ever be 161:23,047@b | Great Monuments of Piety and Thee ~~ 161:23,048[A ]| Fain would the cheerful Poet have gone on$5$ 161:23,049[A ]| To$9$ Sing the Works her Charity had done 161:23,050[A ]| But She who$6#1$ did like$4$ Heaven her Gifts dispense 161:23,051[A ]| Without the Hopes of any recompense 161:23,052[A ]| Seemed by$4$ a frown to$9$ chide his saucy Eloquence 161:23,053[A ]| And moving from him with a graceful Pace 161:23,054[A ]| Ascended to$4$ that$6#2$ bright that$6#2$ happy Place 161:23,055[A ]| Where Saints like$4$ Her enjoy an everlasting Peace. 162:24,000@@@@@| 162:24,000[' ]| <1689> 162:24,000[' ]| <\To My Lady Exeter, on New Years Day.\> 162:24,000[' ]| <\Her Birth-Day.\> 162:24,000[' ]| 162:24,001[A ]| GREAT God of Time, whose early care 162:24,002[A ]| Ordained the first-born of the Year 162:24,003[A ]| To$9$ wait the gentle Anna's birth 162:24,004[A ]| O still that$6#2$ happy Care employ 162:24,005[A ]| And still let all her Minutes fly 162:24,006[A ]| All winged with Peace, and crowned with Mirth. 162:24,007[A ]| With softest Slumbers bless her Nights 162:24,008[A ]| And wake her still to$4$ new Delights 162:24,009[A ]| Bless all her Days and bid the Year 162:24,010[A ]| To$9$ shower its blessings all on$4$ her. 162:24,000[' ]| 162:24,011[A ]| If Autumn blasts or Winter Storms, 162:24,012[A ]| O turn on$4$ us the threatened harms. 162:24,013[A ]| From all that$6#2$ ill her beauties guard, 162:24,014[A ]| For$4$ her let Spring diffuse its flowers 162:24,015[A ]| And Harvest spread its richer Stores, 162:24,016[A ]| With all that$6#1$ is good her cares reward. 162:24,017[A ]| O let delight and Plenty spread 162:24,018[A ]| Their blooming Sweets around her Head 162:24,019[A ]| O let the Seasons all desire 162:24,020[A ]| To$9$ Shower their Blessings all on$4$ Her. 162:24,000[' ]| 162:24,021[A ]| In$4$ the dear Lord of her Desires 162:24,022[A ]| Bless Her, for$3$ all his Joys are hers: 162:24,023[A ]| Bless HIm Secure from noise and Harms 162:24,024[A ]| And O when Love appoints the Day 162:24,025[A ]| Enrich it with thy Noblest ray 162:24,026[A ]| And bring him safe to$4$ her Arms. 162:24,027[A ]| O let her all those Blessings know 162:24,028[A ]| That$6#1$ Men can ask or Gods bestow 162:24,029[A ]| Let Love and Heaven and Earth conspire 162:24,030[A ]| To$9$ Shower their Blessings all on$4$ her. 162:25,000@@@@@| 162:25,000[' ]| <\To the Right Honourable the Countess\> 162:25,000[' ]| <\Dowager of Devonshire, On a Piece of\> 162:25,000[' ]| <\Wissin's; Whereon were all her\> 162:25,000[' ]| <\Grandsons Painted.\> 162:25,001[A ]| \WISSIN\ and \Nature\ held a long Contest, 162:25,002[A ]| If She \Created\, or He \Painted\ best: 162:25,003[A ]| With pleasing Thought the wondrous Combat grew, 162:25,004[A ]| She still formed \Fairer\, He still \Liker\ drew. 162:25,005[A ]| In$4$ these Seven Brethren, they contended last, 162:25,006[A ]| With Art increased their utmost Skill they tried, 162:25,007[A ]| And both well pleased they had themselves surpassed, 162:25,008[A ]| The Goddess \Triumphed\, and the painter \Died\. 162:25,009[A ]| That$3$ both their Skill to$4$ this vast Height did raise, 162:25,010[A ]| Be ours the Wonder, and be yours the Praise: 162:25,011[A ]| For$3$ here as in$4$ some Glass is well descried, 162:25,012[A ]| Only yourself thus often multiplied. 162:25,013[A ]| When Heaven had You and Gracious \Anna\ made, 162:25,014[A ]| What more exalted Beauty could it add? 162:25,015[A ]| Having no$2$ nobler Images in$4$ Store, 162:25,016[A ]| It but kept up$5$ to$4$ these, nor could do more 162:25,017[A ]| Than Copy well, what it well framed before. 162:25,018[A ]| If in$4$ dear \Burleigh's\ generous Face we see 162:25,019[A ]| Obliging Truth, and handsome Honesty; 162:25,020[A ]| With all that$6#2$ World of Charms, which$6#1$ soon will$1$ move 162:25,021[A ]| Reverence in$4$ Men, and in$4$ the Fair-Ones love: 162:25,022[A ]| His every Grace, his fair Descent assures, 162:25,023[A ]| He has his Mother's Beauty, She has yours. 162:25,024[A ]| If ever \Cecill's\ Face had every Charm 162:25,025[A ]| That$6#1$ Thought can fancy, or that$6#1$ Heaven can form; 162:25,026[A ]| Their Beauties all become your Beauty's Due, 162:25,027[A ]| They are all Fair, because they are all like$4$ You: 162:25,028[A ]| If every \Ca'ndish\ great and charming Look, 162:25,029[A ]| From You that$6#2$ Air, from You the Charms they took. 162:25,030[A ]| In$4$ their each Limb your Image is expressed, 162:25,031[A ]| But on$4$ their Brow firm Courage stands confessed; 162:25,032[A ]| There their great Father by$4$ a strong Increase, 162:25,033[A ]| Adds Strength to$4$ Beauty, and completes the Piece. 162:25,034[A ]| Thus still your Beauty in$4$ your Sons we view, 162:25,035[A ]| \Wissin\ seven Times one great Perfection drew, 162:25,036[A ]| Whoever sat, the Picture still is You. 162:25,037[A ]| So$3$ when the Parent Sun with genial Beams, 162:25,038[A ]| Has animated many goodly Gems; 162:25,039[A ]| He sees himself improved, while every Stone, 162:25,040[A ]| With a resembling Light, reflects a Sun. 162:25,041[A ]| So$3$ when great \Rhea\ many Births had given, 162:25,042[A ]| Such as might govern Earth, and People Heaven; 162:25,043[A ]| Her Glory grew diffused, and fuller known, 162:25,044[A ]| She saw the Deity in$4$ every Son: 162:25,045[A ]| And to$4$ what God soever Men Altars raised, 162:25,046[A ]| Honouring the Off-spring they the Mother praised. 162:25,047[A ]| In$4$ short-lived Charms let others place their Joys 162:25,048[A ]| Which$6#1$ Sickness blasts, and certain Age destroys: 162:25,049[A ]| Your stronger Beauty, Time can never deface, 162:25,050[A ]| It is still renewed, and stamped in$4$ all your Race. 162:25,051[A ]| Ah! \Wissin\, had thy Art been so$5#1$ refined, 162:25,052[A ]| As with their Beauty to$9$ have drawn their Mind, 162:25,053[A ]| Through circling Years thy Labours would survive, 162:25,054[A ]| And living Rules to$4$ fairest Virtue give 162:25,055[A ]| To$4$ Men unborn, and Ages yet to$9$ live; 162:25,056[A ]| It would still be wonderful, and still be new, 162:25,057[A ]| Against what Time, or Spites, or Fate could do, 162:25,058[A ]| Till thine confused with Nature's Pieces lie, 162:25,059[A ]| And \Cavendish's\ Name, and \Cecill's\ Honour Die. 162:26,000@@@@@| 162:26,000[' ]| <\To the Countess of Exeter, Playing\> 162:26,000[' ]| <\on the Lute.\> 162:26,001[A ]| WHAT Charms You have, from what high Race You sprung, 162:26,002[A ]| Have been the pleasing Subjects of my Song: 162:26,003[A ]| Unskilled and young, yet something still I writ, 162:26,004[A ]| Of CA'NDISH Beauty joined to$4$ CECIL's Wit. 162:26,005[A ]| But when You please to$9$ show the labouring Muse, 162:26,006[A ]| What greater Theme your Music can produce; 162:26,007[A ]| My babbling Praises I repeat no$2$ more, 162:26,008[A ]| But hear, rejoice, stand silent, and adore. 162:26,009[A ]| The PERSIANS thus, first gazing on$4$ the Sun, 162:26,010[A ]| Admired how high it was placed, how bright it shone; 162:26,011[A ]| But, as his Power was known, their Thoughts were raised; 162:26,012[A ]| And soon they worshipped, what at first they praised. 162:26,013[A ]| ELIZA's Glory lives in$4$ SPENCER's Song; 162:26,014[A ]| And COWLEY's Verse keeps fair ORINDA young. 162:26,015[A ]| That$3$ as in$4$ Birth, in$4$ Beauty You excel, 162:26,016[A ]| The Muse might dictate, and the Poet tell: 162:26,017[A ]| Your Art no$2$ other Art can speak; and You, 162:26,018[A ]| To$9$ show how well you play, must play anew: 162:26,019[A ]| Your Music's Power your Music must disclose; 162:26,020[A ]| For$3$ what Light is, it is only Light that$6#1$ shows. 162:26,021[A ]| Strange Force of harmony, that$6#1$ thus controls 162:26,022[A ]| Our Thoughts, and turns and sanctifies our Souls: 162:26,023[A ]| While with its utmost Art your Sex could move 162:26,024[A ]| Our Wonder only, or at best our Love: 162:26,025[A ]| You far above both these your GOD did place, 162:26,026[A ]| That$3$ your high Power might worldly Thoughts destroy; 162:26,027[A ]| That$3$ with your Numbers You our Zeal might raise, 162:26,028[A ]| And, like$4$ Himself, communicate your Joy. 162:26,029[A ]| When to$4$ your Native Heaven You shall repair, 162:26,030[A ]| And with your Presence crown the Blessings there; 162:26,031[A ]| Your Lute may wind its Strings but little higher, 162:26,032[A ]| To$9$ tune their Notes to$4$ that$6#2$ immortal Choir. 162:26,033[A ]| Your Art is perfect here; your Numbers do, 162:26,034[A ]| More than our Books, make the rude Atheist know, 162:26,035[A ]| That$3$ there is a Heaven, by$4$ what he hears below. 162:26,036[A ]| As in$4$ some Piece, while LUKE his Skill expressed, 162:26,037[A ]| A cunning Angel came, and drew the rest: 162:26,038[A ]| So$3$, when You play, some Godhead does impart 162:26,039[A ]| Harmonious Aid, Divinity helps Art; 162:26,040[A ]| Some Cherub finishes what You begun, 162:26,041[A ]| And to$4$ a Miracle improves a Tune. 162:26,042[A ]| To$4$ burning ROME when frantic NERO played, 162:26,043[A ]| Viewing that$6#2$ Face, no$2$ more he had surveyed 162:26,044[A ]| The raging Flames; but struck with strange Surprise, 162:26,045[A ]| Confessed them less than those of ANNA's Eyes: 162:26,046[A ]| But, had he heard thy Lute, He soon had found 162:26,047[A ]| His Rage eluded, and his Crime atoned: 162:26,048[A ]| Thine, like$4$ AMPHION's Hand, had waked the Stone, 162:26,049[A ]| And from Destruction called the rising Town: 162:26,050[A ]| Malice to$4$ Music had been forced to$9$ yield; 162:26,051[A ]| Nor could he Burn so$5#1$ fast, as Thou couldst Build. 162:27,000@@@@@| 162:27,000[' ]| <\Picture of Seneca dying in a Bath.\> 162:27,000[' ]| <\By Jordain.\> 162:27,000[' ]| <\At the Right Honourable the Earl of Exeter is at\> 162:27,000[' ]| <\Burleigh-House.\> 162:27,001[A ]| WHILE cruel Nero only drains 162:27,002[A ]| The moral SPANIARD's ebbing Veins, 162:27,003[A ]| By$4$ Study worn, and slack with Age, 162:27,004[A ]| How dull, how thoughtless is his Rage! 162:27,005[A ]| Heightened Revenge He should have took; 162:27,006[A ]| He should have burnt his Tutor's Book; 162:27,007[A ]| And long have reigned supreme in$4$ Vice: 162:27,008[A ]| One nobler Wretch can only rise; 162:27,009[A ]| It is he whose Fury shall deface 162:27,010[A ]| The Stoic's Image in$4$ this Piece. 162:27,011[A ]| For$3$ while unhurt, divine JORDAIN, 162:27,012[A ]| Thy Work and SENECA's remain, 162:27,013[A ]| He still has Body, still has Soul, 162:27,014[A ]| And lives and speaks, restored and whole. 162:28,000@@@@@| 162:28,000[' ]| <\A Flower, Painted by Simon Varelst.\> 162:28,001[A ]| WHEN famed VARELST this little Wonder drew; 162:28,002[A ]| FLORA vouchsafed the growing Work to$9$ view: 162:28,003[A ]| Finding the Painter's Science at a Stand, 162:28,004[A ]| The Goddess snatched the Pencil from his Hand; 162:28,005[A ]| And finishing the Piece, She smiling said; 162:28,006@v | Behold One Work of Mine, that$6#1$ never shall fade. 162:29,000@@@@@| 162:29,000[' ]| <\To Mr. Fleetwood Shepherd.\> 162:29,001[A ]| WHEN Crowding Folks, with strange ill Faces, 162:29,002[A ]| Were making Legs, and begging Places; 162:29,003[A ]| And some with Patents, some with Merit, 162:29,004[A ]| Tired out my good Lord D***t's Spirit: 162:29,005[A ]| Sneaking, I stood, among the Crew, 162:29,006[A ]| Desiring much to$9$ Speak with You. 162:29,007[A ]| I waited, while the Clock struck Thrice, 162:29,008[A ]| And Footman brought out fifty Lies; 162:29,009[A ]| Till Patience vexed, and Legs grown weary, 162:29,010[A ]| I thought it was in$4$ vain to$9$ tarry: 162:29,011[A ]| But did Opine it might be better, 162:29,012[A ]| By$4$ Penny-post to$9$ send a Letter. 162:29,013[A ]| Now, if you miss of this Epistle, 162:29,014[A ]| I am balked again, and may go Whistle, 162:29,015[A ]| My business, Sir, you will$1$ quickly guess, 162:29,016[A ]| Is to$9$ desire some little Place: 162:29,017[A ]| And fair Pretensions I have for$4$ it, 162:29,018[A ]| Much Need, and very Small Desert. 162:29,019[A ]| Whenever I writ to$4$ you, I wanted; 162:29,020[A ]| I always begged, you always granted. 162:29,021[A ]| Now, as you took me up$5$ when little, 162:29,022[A ]| Gave me my Learning, and my Victual 162:29,023[A ]| Asked for$4$ me, from my Lord, Things fitting, 162:29,024[A ]| Kind as I had been your own begetting; 162:29,025[A ]| Confirm what formerly you have given, 162:29,026[A ]| Nor leave me now at Six and Seven 162:29,027[A ]| As S***d has left \Mun%*St***n\. 162:29,028[A ]| No$2$ Family that$6#1$ takes a Whelp, 162:29,029[A ]| When first he Laps and scarce can Yelp, 162:29,030[A ]| Neglects or turns him out of Gate, 162:29,031[A ]| When he has grown up$5$ to$4$ Dog's Estate: 162:29,032[A ]| Nor Parish, if they once adopt 162:29,033[A ]| The spurious Barns that$6#1$ Strollers dropped, 162:29,034[A ]| Leave them when grown up$5$ lusty Fellows, 162:29,035[A ]| To$4$ the wide World, that$6#2$ is, the Gallows: 162:29,036[A ]| No$7$, thank them for$4$ their Love, that$6#2$ is Worse, 162:29,037[A ]| Than if they had Throttled them at Nurse. 162:29,038[A ]| My Uncle, rest his Soul, when Living, 162:29,039[A ]| Might have contrived me ways of Thriving; 162:29,040[A ]| Taught me with Cider to$9$ replenish 162:29,041[A ]| My Fats, or ebbing Tide of Rhenish. 162:29,042[A ]| So$3$ when for$4$ Hock I drew Pricked White-wine, 162:29,043[A ]| Swear it had the flavour, and was right Wine: 162:29,044[A ]| Or sent me with Ten Pounds to$4$ \Furney*\ 162:29,045[A ]| \Vall's-Inn\, to$4$ some good Rogue Attorney; 162:29,046[A ]| Where now, by$4$ forging Deeds and Cheating, 162:29,047[A ]| I had had some handsome ways of getting. 162:29,048[A ]| All this you made me quit to$9$ follow, 162:29,049[A ]| That$6#2$ sneaking Whey-fast God \Apollo\. 162:29,050[A ]| Sent me among a Fiddling Crew 162:29,051[A ]| Of Folks, I had never seen or Knew, 162:29,052[A ]| \Calliope\, and God knows who$6#2$. 162:29,053[A ]| To$9$ add no$2$ more Invectives to$4$ it, 162:29,054[A ]| You spoiled the Youth to$9$ make a Poet. 162:29,055[A ]| In$4$ Common Justice, Sir, there is no$2$ Man 162:29,056[A ]| That$6#1$ makes the Whore but keeps the Woman. 162:29,057[A ]| Among all honest Christian People 162:29,058[A ]| Whoever breaks Limbs, maintains the Cripple. 162:29,059[A ]| The Sum of all I have to$9$ say, 162:29,060[A ]| Is, that$3$ you would put me in$4$ some way 162:29,061[A ]| And your Petitioner shall pray ~~ 162:29,062[A ]| There is one thing more I had almost slipped, 162:29,063[A ]| But that$6#1$ may do as well in$4$ Post-script; 162:29,064[A ]| My Friend \C***s*M***ue's\ preferred, 162:29,065[A ]| Nor would I have it long observed, 162:29,066[A ]| That$3$ one Mouse eats, while the other is starved. 162:30,000@@@@@| 162:30,000[' ]| <\An Epistle to Fleetwood Shephard, Esq;\> 162:30,000[' ]| <\Burleigh, May 14, 1689.\> 162:30,000[' ]| 162:30,001[A ]| AS once a Twelvemonth to$4$ the Priest, 162:30,002[A ]| Holy at ROME, here Antichrist, 162:30,003[A ]| The SPANISH King presents a Jennet, 162:30,004[A ]| To$9$ show his Love; ~~ That$6#2$ is all that$6#1$ is in$4$ it: 162:30,005[A ]| For$3$ if his Holiness would thump 162:30,006[A ]| His reverend Bum against Horse's Rump, 162:30,007[A ]| He might be equipped from his own Stable 162:30,008[A ]| With one more White, and eke more Able. 162:30,009[A ]| Or as with Gondola's and Men, His 162:30,010[A ]| Good Excellence the Duke of VENICE 162:30,011[A ]| (I wish, for$4$ Rhyme, it had been the King) 162:30,012[A ]| Sails out, and gives the Gulf a Ring; 162:30,013[A ]| Which$6#1$ Trick of State, He wisely maintains, 162:30,014[A ]| Keeps Kindness up$5$ between old Acquaintance: 162:30,015[A ]| For$3$ else, in$4$ honest Truth, the Sea 162:30,016[A ]| Has much less need of Gold, than He. 162:30,017[A ]| Or, not to$9$ rove, and pump one's Fancy 162:30,018[A ]| For$4$ Popish Similes beyond Sea; 162:30,019[A ]| As Folks from Mud-walled Tenement 162:30,020[A ]| Bring Landlords Pepper-Corn for$4$ Rent; 162:30,021[A ]| Present a Turkey, or a Hen 162:30,022[A ]| To$4$ Those might better spare Them Ten: 162:30,023[A ]| Even so$5#2$, with all Submission, I 162:30,024[A ]| (For$3$ first Men instance, then apply) 162:30,025[A ]| Send You each Year a homely Letter, 162:30,026[A ]| Who$6#1$ may return Me much a better. 162:30,027[A ]| Then take it, Sir, as it was writ, 162:30,028[A ]| To$9$ pay Respect, and not show Wit: 162:30,029[A ]| Nor look askew at what it saith; 162:30,030[A ]| There is no$2$ Petition in$4$ it, ~~ 'Faith. 162:30,031[A ]| Here some would scratch their Heads, and try 162:30,032[A ]| What They should write, and How, and Why; 162:30,033[A ]| But I conceive, such Folks are quite in$4$ 162:30,034[A ]| Mistakes, in$4$ Theory of Writing. 162:30,035[A ]| If once for$4$ Principle it is laid, 162:30,036[A ]| That$3$ Thought is Trouble to$4$ the Head; 162:30,037[A ]| I argue thus: The World agrees, 162:30,038[A ]| That$3$ He writes well, who$6#1$ writes with Ease: 162:30,039[A ]| Then He, by$4$ Sequel Logical, 162:30,040[A ]| Writes best, who$6#1$ never thinks at all. 162:30,041[A ]| Verse comes from Heaven, like$4$ inward Light; 162:30,042[A ]| Mere human Pains can never come by$4$ it: 162:30,043[A ]| The God, not we, the Poem makes; 162:30,044[A ]| We only tell Folks what He speaks. 162:30,045[A ]| Hence, when Anatomists discourse, 162:30,046[A ]| How like$5$ Brutes' Organs are to$4$ Ours; 162:30,047[A ]| They grant, if higher Power think fit, 162:30,048[A ]| A Bear might soon be made a Wit; 162:30,049[A ]| And that$3$, for$4$ anything in$4$ Nature, 162:30,050[A ]| Pigs might squeak Love-Odes, Dogs bark Satire. 162:30,051[A ]| MEMNON, though Stone, was counted vocal; 162:30,052[A ]| But it was the God, meanwhile, that$6#1$ spoke all. 162:30,053[A ]| ROME oft has heard a Cross haranguing. 162:30,054[A ]| With prompting Priest behind the Hanging: 162:30,055[A ]| The Wooden Head resolved the Question; 162:30,056[A ]| While You and PETTIS helped the Jest on$5$. 162:30,057[A ]| You crabbed Rogues, that$6#1$ read LUCRETIUS, 162:30,058[A ]| Are against Gods, You know; and teach us, 162:30,059[A ]| The God makes not the Poet; but 162:30,060[A ]| The Thesis, \vice-versa\ put, 162:30,061[A ]| Should \Hebrew-wise\ be understood; 162:30,062[A ]| And means, The Poet makes the God. 162:30,063[A ]| A*EGYPTIAN Gardeners thus are said to$9$ 162:30,064[A ]| Have set the Leeks they after prayed to$5$; 162:30,065[A ]| And ROMISH Bakers praise the Deity 162:30,066[A ]| They chipped, while yet in$4$ its Paniety. 162:30,067[A ]| That$3$ when You Poets swear and cry, 162:30,068[A ]| The God inspires; I rave, I die; 162:30,069[A ]| If inward Wind does truly swell Ye, 162:30,070[A ]| It must be the Colic in$4$ your Belly: 162:30,071[A ]| That$3$ Writing is but just like$4$ Dice; 162:30,072[A ]| And lucky Mains make People Wise: 162:30,073[A ]| That$3$ jumbled Words, if Fortune throw them, 162:30,074[A ]| Shall, well as DRYDEN, form a Poem; 162:30,075[A ]| Or make a Speech, correct and witty, 162:30,076[A ]| As you know who$6#1$ ~~ at the Committee. 162:30,077[A ]| So$3$ Atoms dancing round the Centre, 162:30,078[A ]| They urge, made all Things at a Venture. 162:30,079[A ]| But granting Matters should be spoke 162:30,080[A ]| By$4$ Method, rather than by$4$ Luck; 162:30,081[A ]| This may confine their younger Styles, 162:30,082[A ]| Whom DRYDEN pedagogues at WILL's: 162:30,083[A ]| But never could be meant to$9$ tie 162:30,084[A ]| Authentic Wits, like$4$ You and I: 162:30,085[A ]| For$3$ as young Children, who$6#1$ are tried in$4$ 162:30,086[A ]| Go-Carts, to$9$ keep their Steps from sliding; 162:30,087[A ]| When Members knit, and Legs grow stronger, 162:30,088[A ]| Make use of such Machine no$2$ longer; 162:30,089[A ]| But leap \7pro*Libitu\, and scout 162:30,090[A ]| On$4$ Horse called Hobby, or without: 162:30,091[A ]| So$3$ when at School we first declaim, 162:30,092[A ]| Old BUSBEY walks us in$4$ a Theme, 162:30,093[A ]| Whose Props support our Infant Vein, 162:30,094[A ]| And helps the Rickets in$4$ the Brain: 162:30,095[A ]| But when our Souls their Force dilate, 162:30,096[A ]| And Thoughts grow up$5$ to$4$ Wit's Estate; 162:30,097[A ]| In$4$ Verse or Prose, We write or chat, 162:30,098[A ]| Not Six-Pence Matter upon$4$ what. 162:30,099[A ]| It is not how well an Author says; 162:30,100[A ]| But it is how much, that$6#1$ gathers Praise. 162:30,101[A ]| TONSON, who$6#1$ is himself a Wit, 162:30,102[A ]| Counts Writers' Merits by$4$ the Sheet. 162:30,103[A ]| Thus each should down with all he thinks, 162:30,104[A ]| As Boys eat Bread, to$9$ fill up$5$ Chinks. 162:30,105[A ]| Kind Sir, I should be glad to$9$ see You; 162:30,106[A ]| I hope You are well; so$3$ God be with You; 162:30,107[A ]| Was all I thought at first to$9$ write: 162:30,108[A ]| But Things, since then, are altered quite; 162:30,109[A ]| Fancies flow in$5$, and Muse flies high: 162:30,110[A ]| So$3$ God knows when my Clack will$1$ lie: 162:30,111[A ]| I must, Sir, prattle on$5$, as afore, 162:30,112[A ]| And beg your Pardon yet this half Hour. 162:30,113[A ]| So$3$ at pure Barn of loud NON-CON, 162:30,114[A ]| Where with my Grandam I have gone, 162:30,115[A ]| When LOBB had sifted all his Text, 162:30,116[A ]| And I well hoped the Pudding next; 162:30,117[A ]| \Now to$9$ apply\, has plagued me more, 162:30,118[A ]| Than all his Villain Cant before. 162:30,119[A ]| For$4$ your Religion, first, of Her 162:30,120[A ]| Your Friends do savoury Things aver: 162:30,121[A ]| They say, She is honest, as your Claret, 162:30,122[A ]| Not soured with Cant, nor stumed with Merit: 162:30,123[A ]| Your Chamber is the sole Retreat 162:30,124[A ]| Of Chaplains every SUNDAY Night: 162:30,125[A ]| Of Grace, no$2$ doubt, a certain Sign, 162:30,126[A ]| When Lay-Man herds with Man Divine: 162:30,127[A ]| For$3$ if their Fame be justly great, 162:30,128[A ]| Who$6#1$ would no$2$ Popish Nuncio treat; 162:30,129[A ]| That$3$ His is greater, We must grant, 162:30,130[A ]| Who$6#1$ will$1$ treat Nuncio's Protestant. 162:30,131[A ]| One single Positive weighs more, 162:30,132[A ]| You know, than Negatives a Score. 162:30,133[A ]| In$4$ Politics, I hear, You are staunch, 162:30,134[A ]| Directly bent against the FRENCH; 162:30,135[A ]| Deny to$9$ have your free-born Toe 162:30,136[A ]| Dragooned into a Wooden Shoe: 162:30,137[A ]| Are in$4$ no$2$ Plots; but fairly drive at 162:30,138[A ]| The Public Welfare, in$4$ your Private: 162:30,139[A ]| And will$1$, for$4$ ENGLAND's Glory, try 162:30,140[A ]| Turks, Jews, and Jesuits to$9$ defy, 162:30,141[A ]| And keep your Places till You die. 162:30,142[A ]| For$4$ me, whom wandering Fortune threw 162:30,143[A ]| From what I loved, the Town and You; 162:30,144[A ]| Let me just tell You how my Time is 162:30,145[A ]| Past in$4$ a Country-Life. ~~ \7Imprimis\, 162:30,146[A ]| As soon as PHOEBUS' Rays inspect us, 162:30,147[A ]| First, Sir, I read, and then I Breakfast; 162:30,148[A ]| So$3$ on$5$, till foresaid God does set, 162:30,149[A ]| I sometimes Study, sometimes Eat. 162:30,150[A ]| Thus, of your Heroes and brave Boys, 162:30,151[A ]| With whom old HOMER makes such Noise, 162:30,152[A ]| The greatest Actions I can find, 162:30,153[A ]| Are, that$3$ they did their Work, and Dined. 162:30,154[A ]| The Books of which$6#1$ I am chiefly fond, 162:30,155[A ]| Are such, as You have whilom conned; 162:30,156[A ]| That$6#1$ treat of CHINA'S Civil Law, 162:30,157[A ]| And Subjects' Rights in$4$ GOLCONDA; 162:30,158[A ]| Of Highway-Elephants at CEYLAN, 162:30,159[A ]| That$6#1$ rob in$4$ Clans, like$4$ Men of the HIGHLAND; 162:30,160[A ]| Of Apes that$6#1$ storm, or keep a Town, 162:30,161[A ]| As well almost, as Count*LAUZUN; 162:30,162[A ]| Of Unicorns and Alligators, 162:30,163[A ]| Elks, Mermaids, Mummies, Witches, Satyrs, 162:30,164[A ]| And twenty other stranger Matters; 162:30,165[A ]| Which$6#1$, though they are Things I have no$2$ Concern in$5$, 162:30,166[A ]| Make all our Grooms admire my Learning. 162:30,167[A ]| Critics I read on$4$ other Men, 162:30,168[A ]| And Hypers upon$4$ Them again; 162:30,169[A ]| From whose Remarks I give Opinion 162:30,170[A ]| On$4$ twenty Books, yet never look in$4$ One. 162:30,171[A ]| Then all your Wits, that$6#1$ fleer and sham, 162:30,172[A ]| Down from DON*QUIXOTE to$4$ TOM*TRAM; 162:30,173[A ]| From whom I Jests and Puns purloin, 162:30,174[A ]| And slily put them off for$4$ Mine: 162:30,175[A ]| Fond to$9$ be thought a Country Wit: 162:30,176[A ]| The rest, ~~ when Fate and You think fit. 162:30,177[A ]| Sometimes I climb my Mare, and kick her 162:30,178[A ]| To$4$ bottled Ale, and neighbouring Vicar; 162:30,179[A ]| Sometimes to$4$ STAMFORD take a Quart, 162:30,180[A ]| 'Squire SHEPHARD's Health, ~~ With all my Heart. 162:30,181[A ]| Thus, without much Delight, or Grief, 162:30,182[A ]| I fool away an idle Life; 162:30,183[A ]| Till SHADWELL from the Town retires, 162:30,184[A ]| (Choked up$5$ with Fame and Sea-coal Fires,) 162:30,185[A ]| To$9$ bless the Wood with peaceful Lyric; 162:30,186[A ]| Then hey for$4$ Praise and Panegyric; 162:30,187[A ]| Justice restored, and Nations freed, 162:30,188[A ]| And Wreaths round WILLIAM's glorious Head. 162:31,000@@@@@| 162:31,000[' ]| <\On Fleet: Shepheards takeing away\> 162:31,000[' ]| <\a childs bread and butter.\> 162:31,001[A ]| AT that$6#2$ so$5#1$ pleasant Season of the Year, 162:31,002[A ]| When fields and meadowes fresh and gay appear, 162:31,003[A ]| The tender infant of some neighbouring Swain, 162:31,004[A ]| Eat bread and butter upon$4$ Brentford plain, 162:31,005[A ]| Graced with glasse windows in$4$ the Diamond cut; 162:31,006[A ]| Such was his nice indulgence to$4$ his gut: 162:31,007[A ]| Smiling he sat, secure and unconcerned, 162:31,008[A ]| When hungry Shepherd this poor child discerned, 162:31,009[A ]| Resolved to$9$ make him his loved morsel yield, 162:31,010[A ]| Or swore he would kill him in$4$ the open field. 162:31,011[A ]| Thrice he prepared for$4$ this unequal fight; 162:31,012[A ]| As oft the child secured himself by$4$ flight. 162:31,013[A ]| Hunger, and rage, at once his Soul inspire; 162:31,014[A ]| His lookes were fierce, and his red eyes struck fire. 162:31,015[A ]| So$3$ sparkled Turnus' eyes with furious rage, 162:31,016[A ]| When with Aeneas he did once engage; 162:31,017[A ]| So$3$ Ajax looked, when he with Hector strove, 162:31,018[A ]| And so$3$ looked Capaneus defying Jove. 162:31,019[A ]| The child stood trembling, almost dead with fear, 162:31,020[A ]| Whilst he run at him with a full career, 162:31,021[A ]| Luxurious brat, he cried, give me the bread, 162:31,022[A ]| Each hour you are by$4$ tender mother fed; 162:31,023[A ]| Here, free from hunger, and from harm secure, 162:31,024[A ]| You think not what we travellers endure ~~ 162:31,025[A ]| Then, like$4$ a Hero, seized upon$4$ the prize, 162:31,026[A ]| Whilst floods of tears ran from the infant's eyes, 162:31,027[A ]| And the plain echoes with the mournful cries. 162:32,000@@@@@| 162:32,000[' ]| <\To Mr: K***s Tune of the\> 162:32,000[' ]| <\Prince's March.\> 162:32,001[A ]| GREAT Nassau rise from Beauty 162:32,002[A ]| Leave Maria's softer Charms 162:32,003[A ]| Call the Soldier to$4$ his Duty 162:32,004[A ]| Bid the Trumpet sound Alarms. 162:32,005[A ]| To$9$ renown Love excites Thee 162:32,006[A ]| O prepare 162:32,007[A ]| Sudden War 162:32,008[A ]| Mary's injured Cause invites Thee 162:32,009[A ]| Love and Mary bless thy Arms. 162:32,010[A ]| Great Nassau rise to$4$ Glory 162:32,011[A ]| Rise to$9$ Save our sinking State 162:32,012[A ]| Truth and Justice march before Thee 162:32,013[A ]| Victory behind shall wait. 162:32,014[A ]| Death and Hell never shall vex Thee 162:32,015[A ]| Faith and Laws 162:32,016[A ]| Back thy Cause 162:32,017[A ]| All our Isle with Joy expects Thee 162:32,018[A ]| March to$9$ Conquer and be great. 162:32,019[A ]| Sound to$4$ France, spread Thy Banner 162:32,020[A ]| Hoist thy Sails and plough the Main 162:32,021[A ]| Guarded by$4$ Success and Honour 162:32,022[A ]| Vindicate thy own again 162:32,023[A ]| Fortune laughs, Fate is willing 162:32,024[A ]| To$9$ Advance 162:32,025[A ]| Thee over France 162:32,026[A ]| Court the Hours whilst yet they are smiling 162:32,027[A ]| March to$9$ Overcome and Reign. 162:33,000@@@@@| 162:33,000[' ]| <\To Dr: F*** in a Letter to Beverley\> 162:33,000[' ]| <\disswading him from drinking Waters.\> 162:33,001[A ]| TO$9$ clear the Brain or purge the thought 162:33,002[A ]| Your Waters are not worth a Groat, 162:33,003[A ]| The spa itself could never do it 162:33,004[A ]| Unless Your Brain lay in$4$ your Gut. 162:33,005[A ]| Your Costive fancy if You would stir up$5$, 162:33,006[A ]| Add to$4$ your Waters Pills or Syrup. 162:33,007[A ]| So$3$ your loose Muse may chance to$9$ store ye 162:33,008[A ]| With Arguments 7a*Posteriori 162:33,009[A ]| You (like$4$ the Spaniard) may be writing 162:33,010[A ]| Some handsom Tract of easy Sh***g ~~ 162:33,011[A ]| Or making some clean Returnello 162:33,012[A ]| Of who$6#1$ Sh***s white or who$6#1$ Sh***s yellow. 162:33,013[A ]| But if some labour you design 162:33,014[A ]| Like$4$ all its Brethren fair and fine 162:33,015[A ]| Lay by$5$ your Element and rather 162:33,016[A ]| Drink (by$4$ my Lord's good leave) Forefather. 162:33,017[A ]| When Jove his Godhead purged with water 162:33,018[A ]| He got some Sneaking Fountain Daughter. 162:33,019[A ]| But for$4$ the Offspring of his brain 162:33,020[A ]| His head ached much, and he cried Alas! 162:33,021[A ]| It was Wine that$6#1$ brought the generous pain 162:33,022[A ]| The God drank hard, and out sprang Pallas. 162:33,023[A ]| To$4$ her pale sons, insipid \Isis\ 162:33,024[A ]| The draught of her own Stream advises; 162:33,025[A ]| But well We know, our \7Alma-Mater\ 162:33,026[A ]| Holds Claret wholesomer than Water: 162:33,027[A ]| And by$4$ her \Candle\ and her \Cup\ 162:33,028[A ]| Bids Sit up$5$ late, and drink all up$5$. 162:34,000@@@@@| 162:34,000[' ]| <1690> 162:34,000[' ]| <\To Dr. Sherlock, on his Practical\> 162:34,000[' ]| <\Discourse Concerning Death.\> 162:34,001[A ]| FORGIVE the Muse, who$6#1$ in$4$ unhallowed Strains 162:34,002[A ]| The Saint one Moment from his GOD detains: 162:34,003[A ]| For$4$ sure, whatever You do, wherever You are, 162:34,004[A ]| It is all but one good Work, one constant Prayer: 162:34,005[A ]| Forgive Her; and intreat That$6#2$ GOD, to$4$ whom 162:34,006[A ]| Thy favoured Vows with kind Acceptance come, 162:34,007[A ]| To$9$ raise her Notes to$4$ that$6#2$ sublime Degree, 162:34,008[A ]| Which$6#1$ suits a Song of Piety and Thee. 162:34,009[A ]| Wondrous good Man! whose Labours may repel 162:34,010[A ]| The Force of Sin, may stop the Rage of Hell: 162:34,011[A ]| Thou, like$4$ the BAPTIST, from thy GOD was sent 162:34,012[A ]| The crying Voice, to$9$ bid the World repent. 162:34,013[A ]| Thee YOUTH shall study; and no$2$ more engage 162:34,014[A ]| Their flattering Wishes for$4$ uncertain AGE; 162:34,015[A ]| No$2$ more with fruitless Care, and cheated Strife 162:34,016[A ]| Chase fleeting Pleasure Through this Maze of Life; 162:34,017[A ]| Finding the Wretched All They here can have, 162:34,018[A ]| But present Food, and but a future Grave: 162:34,019[A ]| Each, great as PHILIP's Victor Son, shall view 162:34,020[A ]| This abject World, and weeping, ask a New. 162:34,021[A ]| Decrepit AGE shall read Thee, and confess, 162:34,022[A ]| Thy Labours can assuage, where Medicines cease: 162:34,023[A ]| Shall bless thy Words, their wounded Souls' Relief, 162:34,024[A ]| The Drops that$6#1$ sweeten their last Dregs of Life: 162:34,025[A ]| Shall look to$4$ Heaven, and laugh at all beneath; 162:34,026[A ]| Own Riches gathered, Trouble; Fame, a Breath; 162:34,027[A ]| And LIFE an Ill, whose only Cure is DEATH. 162:34,028[A ]| Thy even Thoughts with so$5#1$ much Plainness flow; 162:34,029[A ]| Their Sense untutored INFANCY may know: 162:34,030[A ]| Yet to$4$ such height is all That$6#2$ Plainness wrought; 162:34,031[A ]| WIT may admire, and lettered PRIDE be taught: 162:34,032[A ]| Easy in$4$ Words thy Style, in$4$ Sense subline: 162:34,033[A ]| On$4$ its blest Steps each Age and Sex may rise: 162:34,034[A ]| It is like$4$ the Ladder in$4$ the PATRIARCH'S Dream, 162:34,035[A ]| Its Foot on$4$ Earth, its Height above the Skies. 162:34,036[A ]| Diffused its Virtue, boundless is its Power: 162:34,037[A ]| It is Public Health, and Universal Cure: 162:34,038[A ]| Of Heavenly MANNA it is a second Feast, 162:34,039[A ]| A Nation's Food, and All to$4$ every Taste. 162:34,040[A ]| To$4$ its last Height mad BRITAIN's Guilt was reared: 162:34,041[A ]| And various DEATH for$4$ various Crimes She feared: 162:34,042[A ]| With your kind Work her drooping Hopes revive: 162:34,043[A ]| You bid Her read, repent, adore, and live: 162:34,044[A ]| You wrest the Bolt from Heaven's avenging Hand; 162:34,045[A ]| Stop ready DEATH, and save a sinking Land. 162:34,046[A ]| O! save Us still; still bless Us with thy Stay: 162:34,047[A ]| O! want thy Heaven, till We have learnt the Way: 162:34,048[A ]| Refuse to$9$ leave thy destined Charge too soon: 162:34,049[A ]| And for$4$ the Church's Good, defer thy own. 162:34,050[A ]| O! live; and let thy Works urge our Belief; 162:34,051[A ]| Live to$9$ explain thy Doctrine by$4$ thy Life; 162:34,052[A ]| Till future INFANCY, baptized by$4$ Thee, 162:34,053[A ]| Grow ripe in$4$ Years, and old in$4$ Piety; 162:34,054[A ]| Till CHRISTIANS, yet unborn, be taught to$9$ die. 162:34,055[A ]| Then in$4$ full Age, and hoary Holiness 162:34,056[A ]| Retire, great Teacher, to$4$ thy promised Bliss: 162:34,057[A ]| Untouched thy Tomb, uninjured be thy Dust, 162:34,058[A ]| As thy own Fame among the future Just; 162:34,059[A ]| Till in$4$ last Sounds the dreadful Trumpet speaks: 162:34,060[A ]| Till JUDGMENT calls; and quickened NATURE wakes: 162:34,061[A ]| Till through the utmost Earth, and deepest Sea 162:34,062[A ]| Our scattered ATOMS find their destined Way, 162:34,063[A ]| In$4$ haste to$9$ clothe their Kindred Souls again; 162:34,064[A ]| Perfect our State, and build immortal Man: 162:34,065[A ]| Then fearless Thou, who$6#1$ well sustainedst the Fight, 162:34,066[A ]| To$4$ Paths of Joy, and Tracts of endless Light 162:34,067[A ]| Lead up$5$ all those who$6#1$ heard Thee, and believed: 162:34,068[A ]| Amidst thy own Flock, great Shepherd, be received; 162:34,069[A ]| And glad all Heaven with Millions Thou has saved. 162:35,000@@@@@| 162:35,000[' ]| <\A Pindarique on His Majesties\> 162:35,000[' ]| <\Birth-Day.\> 162:35,000[' ]| <\Sung before Their Majesties at Whitehall,\> 162:35,000[' ]| <\The Fourth of November 1690.\> 162:35,000[' ]| <\A Prophecy by Apollo.\> 162:35,001[A ]| AS through \Britannia's\ Raging Sea, 162:35,002[A ]| Our Great Defender Ploughed his Glorious Way, 162:35,003[A ]| To$9$ make our Wishes, and his Fame complete, 162:35,004[A ]| To$9$ fix a new our sinking State, 162:35,005[A ]| And fill the great Decrees of Fate, 162:35,006[A ]| \Apollo\ turned the Mystic Book, 162:35,007[A ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ Recorded lies the certain Doom 162:35,008[A ]| Of Time unborn, and Years to$9$ come; 162:35,009[A ]| Auspicious Omens thence he took, 162:35,010[A ]| Laurel adorned his Brow, and Joy his Look; 162:35,011[A ]| Aloud he Blest the happy Day, 162:35,012[A ]| Whose lustre twice returned must see, 162:35,013[A ]| Truth Restored, and \Albion\ Free. 162:35,014[A ]| Aloud he had the mighty Months proceed, 162:35,015[A ]| All Decked with fair Success, and Crowned with happy Deed. 162:35,016[A ]| He Smiled, and struck the Lyre and said, 162:35,017[B ]| Heaven has Reversed \Britannia's\ Doom: 162:35,018[B ]| Her promised Day appears, her better Fate is come. 162:35,019[B ]| The gentle Star, whose joyful Ray, 162:35,020[B ]| Enlivened this Auspicious Day 162:35,021[B ]| When \Holland\ blest the Hero's Birth, 162:35,022[B ]| Doth with diffusive Goddness shed, 162:35,023[B ]| Its larger Gifts, over \Britain's\ rising Head, 162:35,024[B ]| And thence, around the Joyful Earth. 162:35,025[B ]| Ye Sacred Muses, whose Harmonious lays 162:35,026[B ]| Are destined to$9$ Record his Praise, 162:35,027[B ]| Prepare with Solemn Joy, prepare 162:35,028[B ]| The cheerful Consort of the War: 162:35,029[B ]| Awake the Trumpets, rouse the Drums, 162:35,030[B ]| The King, the Conqueror, the Hero comes, 162:35,031[B ]| With shining Arms he decks the listed Fields, 162:35,032[B ]| \IO Britannia!\ Then \JERNE\ yields, 162:35,033[B ]| \IO Britannia!\ Bless the Conqueror, 162:35,034[B ]| Put all thy Glory on$5$, exert thy Power; 162:35,035[B ]| And greet thy \WILLIAM's\ happy Toil, 162:35,036[B ]| Assert the Sea, defend the Isles, 162:35,037[B ]| And on$4$ the lower World look safely down, 162:35,038[B ]| Thyself a World alone. 162:35,039[B ]| See on$4$ the Continent appear, 162:35,040[B ]| Engaging Troops and ready War. 162:35,041[B ]| On$4$ Foreign Plains the British Armies shine, 162:35,042[B ]| \WILLIAM\ leads on$5$, and Victory pursues, 162:35,043[B ]| And on$4$ \Sein's\ Banks the Hero well renews 162:35,044[B ]| The Glories of the \Boyne\. 162:35,045[B ]| Delivered \Gallia\ dreading now no$2$ more, 162:35,046[B ]| Tyrannic Might, and Lawless Power, 162:35,047[B ]| Obeys her Ancient Conqueror. 162:35,048[B ]| Over \Europe\ freed Victorious \WILLIAM\ Reigns, 162:35,049[B ]| And sullen War, and vanquished Pride, 162:35,050[B ]| Behind his Chariot Wheels are Tied 162:35,051[B ]| In$4$ Everlasting Chains. 162:35,052[B ]| Bid the Drums and Trumpets cease, 162:35,053[B ]| And Tune the softer Instruments of Peace; 162:35,054[B ]| All that$6#1$ through Speaking Pipes convey 162:35,055[B ]| Sounds of Delight, and Images of Joy; 162:35,056[B ]| All that$6#1$ by$4$ Artful Charms, or Vocal Wires, 162:35,057[B ]| In$4$ happy Numbers gently can Express, 162:35,058[B ]| All the Pleasure all the Bliss, 162:35,059[B ]| That$6#1$ \WILLIAM's\ Cares Deserve, or \MARY's\ Love Requires. 162:35,060[B ]| \MARIA\ now no$2$ longer Fear 162:35,061[B ]| The doubtful Chance of horrid War; 162:35,062[B ]| No$2$ longer Arm thy Hero with thy Prayer; 162:35,063[B ]| To$4$ Battle he no$2$ more shall Ride, 162:35,064[B ]| No$2$ more for$4$ Thee, and His \Britannia\ Bleed. 162:35,065[B ]| \Saturnian\ Ages are renewed, and Golden Times succeed: 162:35,066[B ]| The shining Years begin their happy Race, 162:35,067[B ]| With Concord Crowned and Blest with Peace. 162:35,068[B ]| Fair Plenty opens wide her bounteous Hand, 162:35,069[B ]| And throws her Gifts over all the Land. 162:35,070[B ]| Virtue does with Heaven conspire, 162:35,071[B ]| To$9$ make \Britannia's\ Joys entire, 162:35,072[B ]| Whilst \WILLIAM\, and whilst \MARY\ Reign. 162:35,073[B ]| \Astrea\ has forsook the Stars, 162:35,074[B ]| And joined her Throne to$4$ Theirs, 162:35,075[B ]| Nor shall return from Earth again, 162:35,076[B ]| Whilst \WILLIAM\, and whilst \MARY\ Reign. 162:36,000@@@@@| 162:36,000[' ]| <\To a Lady Sleeping.\> 162:36,001[A ]| STILL Sleep still fold those lovely Arms 162:36,002[A ]| Still be free from noise and Harms 162:36,003[A ]| Whilst all the Gods of Love defend Thee 162:36,004[A ]| (The Gods of Love which$6#1$ still attend thee) 162:36,005[A ]| Whilst around in$4$ humble State 162:36,006[A ]| A Thousand Wanton Angels wait 162:36,007[A ]| Whilst Gods officiously find 162:36,008[A ]| Pleasing Dreams to$9$ charm thy mind, 162:36,009[A ]| Dreams of things (if such there are) 162:36,010[A ]| Like$4$ yourself Serene and fair, 162:36,011[A ]| And when You open those bright Eyes 162:36,012[A ]| When Morpheus with the well-clothed Vision flies 162:36,013[A ]| May You that$6#2$ Happiness renew 162:36,014[A ]| And all the Pleasures of your Dream prove true. 162:37,000@@@@@| 162:37,000[' ]| <\Charity never faileth.\> 162:37,000[' ]| <\1: Cor: XIII, 8.\> 162:37,000[' ]| 162:37,001[A ]| SAY wouldst Thou gain eternal Praise, 162:37,002[A ]| Go foolish Man thy great designs pursue, 162:37,003[A ]| Go, try ten thousand ways; 162:37,004[A ]| Thy Toil like$4$ Sisyphus each hour renew 162:37,005[A ]| Yet know that$3$ after all Thy Pain, 162:37,006[A ]| Like$4$ Him thou dost but roll a heavy Stone in$4$ vain. 162:37,000[' ]| 162:37,007[A ]| Rush, if thou wilt into the Camp, and try 162:37,008[A ]| To$9$ purchase Fame by$4$ Victory, 162:37,009[A ]| Let Fortune still against thy foes conspire 162:37,010[A ]| Still on$4$ Thee, her Darling wait 162:37,011[A ]| And kindly seem to$9$ make thee great, 162:37,012[A ]| Great as thy soaring wishes can require. 162:37,013[A ]| Yet when thy Troops return with Conquest crowned 162:37,014[A ]| Thy recompense is only shouts and noise 162:37,015[A ]| (The Rabble's unintelligible voice) 162:37,016[A ]| And scarce a Laurel-leaf for$4$ every wound. 162:37,000[' ]| 162:37,017[A ]| But say the Senate should thy Service own 162:37,018[A ]| And to$4$ thy Memory with comely Pride 162:37,019[A ]| Erect a shining Pyramid: 162:37,020[A ]| By$4$ this Thou canst not be forever known, 162:37,021[A ]| The Marble will$1$ decay, the Polished Iron rust, 162:37,022[A ]| And both will$1$ be as soon as Thou art, Dust. 162:37,000[' ]| 162:37,023[A ]| Then throw your Sword and Gauntlet by$5$, 162:37,024[A ]| Change your Armour for$4$ a Gown 162:37,025[A ]| Read all the Secrets of Philosophy 162:37,026[A ]| And thus endeavor to$9$ obtain renown, 162:37,027[A ]| Yet here thy Study will$1$ prove vain 162:37,028[A ]| No$2$ glory canst Thou hence obtain 162:37,029[A ]| Since Men the mighty Stagyrite disdain. 162:37,000[' ]| 162:37,030[A ]| Shouldst Thou invoke the Muses then, and try 162:37,031[A ]| If honour can be gained by$4$ Poetry, 162:37,032[A ]| Alas! no$2$ glory will$1$ from hence arise 162:37,033[A ]| Though (which$6#1$ is much improbable) thy Rhimes 162:37,034[A ]| Affect the Squeamish Critics of these times. 162:37,035[A ]| What they Admire their Children may despise 162:37,036[A ]| Homer is Censured, Ennius quite thrown by$5$, 162:37,037[A ]| Then how short-lived will$1$ be thy Praise: 162:37,038[A ]| Like$4$ what thou labourest for$4$, a sprig of Bayes, 162:37,039[A ]| It will$1$ with its Transitory Master Die. 162:37,000[' ]| 162:37,040[A ]| Hard Fate! can nothing then secure our Name 162:37,041[A ]| From Envy's cruel rage 162:37,042[A ]| And the devouring Teeth of Age 162:37,043[A ]| Can nothing Purchase everlasting Fame? 162:37,044[A ]| Yes, CHARITY will$1$ do it, it is This Alone 162:37,045[A ]| Will$1$ make its Author always known. 162:37,046[A ]| The Charitable Man shall live 162:37,047[A ]| Without what needless Art can give 162:37,048[A ]| And every Tongue his Acts rehearse 162:37,049[A ]| Though no$2$ Man built his Tomb, or sung his Praise in$4$ Verse. 162:37,000[' ]| 162:37,050[A ]| Old Time and Envy shall his glory view 162:37,051[A ]| Each vainly striving to$9$ pursue; 162:37,052[A ]| Whilst looking back he sees them fly behind 162:37,053[A ]| And escapes the fatal Gulf which$6#1$ swallows all Mankind. 162:37,054[A ]| Nay even in$4$ that$6#2$ dreadful Day 162:37,055[A ]| When all Men else to$4$ Rocks and Caverns run 162:37,056[A ]| And desperately strive an angry GOD to$9$ shun 162:37,057[A ]| When time itself shall be no$2$ more, 162:37,058[A ]| Who$6#1$ fed the Orphan, and relieved the Poor 162:37,059[A ]| Shall with undaunted Courage stay 162:37,060[A ]| And Ten times more receive, than ever he gave away. 162:38,000@@@@@| 162:38,000[' ]| <\Arria and Petus out of Martial.\> 162:38,000[' ]| <\Paraphrase.\> 162:38,001[A ]| WITH Roman constancy and decent pride 162:38,002[A ]| The dying Matron from her wounded side 162:38,003[A ]| Drawing forth the guilty blade 162:38,004[A ]| To$4$ her loved Lord the fatal gift conveyed. 162:38,005[A ]| But then in$4$ streams of blood and sorrow drowned, 162:38,006[A ]| Pardon, she cries, an unbecoming Tear 162:38,007[A ]| (The Woman's weakness will$1$ appear) 162:38,008[A ]| Yet think not it is that$3$ I repent the Deed 162:38,009[A ]| Or that$3$ my firm resolves give ground. 162:38,010[A ]| Witness just Heaven it is nothing that$3$ I bleed 162:38,011[A ]| But that$3$ You must, there Petus, there is the Wound. 162:39,000@@@@@| 162:39,000[' ]| <\God is Love.\> 162:39,000[' ]| 162:39,001[A ]| ALMIGHTY Power! 162:39,002[A ]| Whom Angels' Hymns, men's Prayers adore. 162:39,003[A ]| For$4$ whom no$2$ Speech, no$2$ thought could frame 162:39,004[A ]| A comprehensive Name; 162:39,005[A ]| Till Thou from Heaven vouchsafest a ray, 162:39,006[A ]| Thy glory and our knowledge to$9$ improve; 162:39,007[A ]| Thou mixed Thy beams with our exalted Clay, 162:39,008[A ]| And we, enlightened, learn to$9$ call thee \Love\. 162:39,000[' ]| 162:39,009[A ]| All was in$4$ Chaos and confusion laid 162:39,010[A ]| Till by$4$ Love's creating word 162:39,011[A ]| The melancholy Mass was stirred 162:39,012[A ]| And the commanded Elements with hasty joy obeyed. 162:39,013[A ]| The peaceful Spheres with wondrous Music rolled, 162:39,014[A ]| Time his harmonious course began, 162:39,015[A ]| The circling Years in$4$ glad Procession ran, 162:39,016[A ]| Order and beauty blest the New born World. 162:39,017[A ]| And every object strove to$9$ prove 162:39,018[A ]| That$3$ all was made and all preserved by$4$ love. 162:39,000[' ]| 162:39,019[A ]| When Heaven's last noblest Masterpiece was made 162:39,020[A ]| Love, powerful love, unlocked his pregnant side 162:39,021[A ]| And kindly thence called forth the blushing Bride; 162:39,022[A ]| Love to$4$ his heart a secret was conveyed 162:39,023[A ]| And made him bless the wound court the Maid. 162:39,024[A ]| Love did the willing Souls unite 162:39,025[A ]| Whilst He became Her strength, She his delight 162:39,026[A ]| This happy Pair more truly One 162:39,027[A ]| Then when both Sexes lay in$4$ Adam's side alone. 162:39,000[' ]| 162:39,028[A ]| Thus they lived and thus they Loved. 162:39,029[A ]| Each smiling Hour their bliss improved 162:39,030[A ]| But when for$4$ knowledge and Sin's sake they strayed 162:39,031[A ]| When God and love were disobeyed 162:39,032[A ]| By$4$ God and love the mild decree was given 162:39,033[A ]| Which$6#1$ threw them down from Paradise and raised them 162:39,033[A ]| Up$5$ to$4$ Heaven. 162:39,000[' ]| 162:39,034[A ]| Exalted Lyre thy tuneful sinews move 162:39,035[A ]| Teach Man divinity and love: 162:39,036[A ]| Forgetful Man, in$4$ Bethlem's poor abode 162:39,037[A ]| Behold new born Eternity 162:39,038[A ]| And hear the Thunderer's voice changed to$4$ an Infant's cry 162:39,039[A ]| Nourished like$4$ Thee with circulating blood 162:39,040[A ]| Compound like$4$ Thee with limbs and clothed with Skin, 162:39,041[A ]| Like$4$ Thee in$4$ everything, but Sin. 162:39,000[' ]| 162:39,042[A ]| Then cast (if Tears restrain not) cast thy Eye 162:39,043[A ]| Up$5$ to$4$ the dismal top of frighted Calvary 162:39,044[A ]| See whom thy Prayers so$5#1$ oft invoked 162:39,045[A ]| To$4$ whom thy fatlings fell, thy Altars smoked 162:39,046[A ]| See to$4$ the fatal Cross He is tied, 162:39,047[A ]| The thorns his temples wound, the spear his side: 162:39,048[A ]| And to$9$ complete his glorious Miseries, 162:39,049[A ]| Imperious Love, what wouldst thou more? He \Dies\. 162:39,050[A ]| What wouldst Thou more? Thy Deity we own: 162:39,051[A ]| By$4$ thy mysterious Power alone 162:39,052[A ]| The \World\ was framed, \Man\ saved, \God\ crucified. 162:40,000@@@@@| 162:40,000[' ]| <\Letter to J***\> 162:40,001[A ]| MY little Wid% to$4$ you I send 162:40,002[A ]| Or as my Doctress or my Friend 162:40,003[A ]| Hoping these Lines may find You S***g 162:40,004[A ]| As I am at this present writing. 162:40,005[A ]| I yesternight read Nendick's bills 162:40,006[A ]| Believed his lies and took his Pills; 162:40,007[A ]| No$2$ sooner was the Rascal swallowed 162:40,008[A ]| Ah J***y can you guess what followed? 162:40,009[A ]| I will$1$ swear I thought I should have quickened, 162:40,010[A ]| And from that$6#2$ moment fondly reckoned. 162:40,011[A ]| At last my Physic like$4$ your Marriage 162:40,012[A ]| Brought nothing forth but a Miscarriage. 162:40,013[A ]| When I had suffered as I tell Yee 162:40,014[A ]| Those plaguey wamblings in$4$ my Belly 162:40,015[A ]| Backwards I much Dismissed, and after 162:40,016[A ]| Indeed I scarce could hold my Water. 162:40,017[A ]| Faith J***e those Pills are past enduring 162:40,018[A ]| That$6#1$ work at once by$4$ Stool and Urine; 162:40,019[A ]| I should not, were you here, entreat Ye 162:40,020[A ]| To$9$ give me liberty to$9$ beat Ye; 162:40,021[A ]| For$3$ gentle walking will$1$ alone 162:40,022[A ]| Bring neighbor Nendick kindly down. 162:40,023[A ]| Thus having Thirty times I think 162:40,024[A ]| Drank your dear health in$4$ posset drink 162:40,025[A ]| I Answer to$4$ my 9Billet*doux Require 162:40,026[A ]| And rest 162:40,027[A ]| Sweet J***e 162:40,028[A ]| Your stinking Friend 162:40,029[A ]| M*Pr***r. 162:41,000@@@@@| 162:41,000[' ]| <\Ca*elia.\> 162:41,001[A ]| WERE Ca*elia absent and remembrance brought 162:41,002[A ]| Her and past raptures thick upon$4$ my thought 162:41,003[A ]| The next kind She might meet my raised desire 162:41,004[A ]| And beastly Lust quench Love's disabled Fire. 162:41,005[A ]| But when I want my Friend, when my vexed heart 162:41,006[A ]| Beats short, and pants and seeks its nobler part, 162:41,007[A ]| For$4$ the sad Ill no$2$ medicine can be found: 162:41,008[A ]| It is You that$6#1$ made, it is You must cure the Wound. 162:42,000@@@@@| 162:42,000[' ]| <\Song Set by Messrs: Pickering\> 162:42,000[' ]| <\and Tudway.\> 162:42,001[A ]| LOVE I confess I thought Thee but a Name 162:42,002[A ]| The Painter's fancy and the Poet's Theme, 162:42,003[A ]| The old Wives' Tale, the wishing Virgin's dream, 162:42,004[A ]| But if indeed Thou art a God 162:42,005[A ]| Supreme in$4$ Goodness and in$4$ Power 162:42,006[A ]| Now make it clearly understood 162:42,007[A ]| And I will$1$ repent and I will$1$ adore. 162:42,008[A ]| Or use thy Mercy, and withdraw the dart 162:42,009[A ]| Gently! Ah! gently, from my festered heart; 162:42,010[A ]| Or strike the weapon through my Ca*elia's breast ~~ 162:42,011[A ]| And be Thy Godhead by$4$ thy Power expressed. 162:42,012[A ]| For$3$ whilst I follow and my Ca*elia flies 162:42,013[A ]| Whilst I entreat and She denies 162:42,014[A ]| I own myself a hardened Atheist still 162:42,015[A ]| And must deny thy Power, or blame thy Will$0$. 162:43,000@@@@@| 162:43,000[' ]| <\Song Set by Mr: K.\> 162:43,000[' ]| 162:43,001[A ]| LOVE, has often threatened War 162:43,002[A ]| Beauty led up$5$ all the Fair 162:43,003[A ]| Yet still my heart repelled the Harms 162:43,004[A ]| Their cruelty intended, 162:43,005[A ]| But when my Ca*elia took up$5$ Arms 162:43,006[A ]| Unable to$9$ resist her Charms 162:43,007[A ]| The Fort no$2$ longer I defended. 162:43,000[' ]| 162:43,008[A ]| Strength and Wisdom useless prove, 162:43,009[A ]| Once to$9$ see her is to$9$ Love; 162:43,010[A ]| Others in$4$ Time a heart may gain 162:43,011[A ]| By$4$ Treaty or Persuasion, 162:43,012[A ]| Their Conquests They by$4$ Siege obtain; 162:43,013[A ]| You over my heart were born to$9$ reign 162:43,014[A ]| And bravely took it by$4$ Invasion. 162:44,000@@@@@| 162:44,000[' ]| <\A Hymn to Venus, upon a Marriage.\> 162:44,000[' ]| 162:44,001[A ]| ALMIGHTY power of Harmony and Love 162:44,002[A ]| That$6#1$ Governest all below and blessest all above 162:44,003[A ]| At whose command this well proportioned frame 162:44,004[A ]| From the dark womb of empty Chaos came 162:44,005[A ]| Whose smile bid wild confusion cease 162:44,006[A ]| And charmed the jarring Elements to$4$ peace, 162:44,007[A ]| Who$6#1$ life and joy to$4$ the earliest beings gave 162:44,008[A ]| And still with new supplies defeats the conquest of the Grave, 162:44,009[A ]| Marriage I sing, be thou my Muse. 162:44,010[A ]| To$4$ thy young Prophet's Soul infuse 162:44,011[A ]| Such vigorous heat such active fire 162:44,012[A ]| As tuned thy dear Anacreon's Lyre 162:44,013[A ]| That$3$ my officious Song may prove 162:44,014[A ]| Noble as was our Lovers' first desire 162:44,015[A ]| Sweet as their Courtship lasting as their Love. 162:44,000[' ]| 162:44,016[A ]| Yes Venus your Divinity we own 162:44,017[A ]| Your power and goodness equally are shown 162:44,018[A ]| Since this happy pair you join. 162:44,019[A ]| Forsake Cythera's crowded shrine 162:44,020[A ]| Victims of vulgar hearts disclaim 162:44,021[A ]| Nor seek new Conquests but the last maintain 162:44,022[A ]| Your last which$6#1$ has outdone 162:44,023[A ]| All other glories which$6#1$ your Cupid has won 162:44,024[A ]| Since yielding to$4$ your Godhead, Jove 162:44,025[A ]| Confessed his Thunder less than were the Shafts of Love. 162:44,026[A ]| Go let your darling's useless arms be broke 162:44,027[A ]| Let his torch languish in$4$ inactive Smoke: 162:44,028[A ]| His little Deity must now despair 162:44,029[A ]| To$9$ see such Lovers at his Altars crowned 162:44,030[A ]| Or vanquish with an equal wound 162:44,031[A ]| So$5#1$ great an Hero, and a Bride so$5#1$ fair. 162:44,000[' ]| 162:44,032[A ]| On$4$ these may all your Blessings flow 162:44,033[A ]| On$4$ these your choicest Gifts bestow 162:44,034[A ]| Let all their after minutes prove 162:44,035[A ]| Kind as is your kindest Dove 162:44,036[A ]| And soft as down upon$4$ the wings of love: 162:44,037[A ]| Still with their years increase their joy 162:44,038[A ]| Still be their raptures full yet never cloy 162:44,039[A ]| Whilst each succeeding Night 162:44,040[A ]| Improves the Transport of the last delight. 162:44,041[A ]| In$4$ glad procession may each rolling Year 162:44,042[A ]| See the joyful Parent bear 162:44,043[A ]| A Beauty second only to$4$ her own 162:44,044[A ]| Or if the smiling Gods conspire to$9$ crown 162:44,045[A ]| Her stronger Wishes in$4$ a Son, 162:44,046[A ]| His Father's Soul as Image let him share 162:44,047[A ]| And prove his Honour's and his Virtue's Heir. 162:45,000@@@@@| 162:45,000[' ]| <1692> 162:45,000[' ]| <\To the Honourable Charles\> 162:45,000[' ]| <\Montague, Esq;\> 162:45,000[' ]| 162:45,001[A ]| HOWEVER, it is well, that$3$ while Mankind 162:45,002[A ]| Through Fate's perverse \Ma*eander\ errs, 162:45,003[A ]| He can Imagined Pleasures find, 162:45,004[A ]| To$9$ combat against Real Cares. 162:45,000[' ]| 162:45,005[A ]| Fancies and Notions He pursues, 162:45,006[A ]| Which$6#1$ never had Being but in$4$ Thought: 162:45,007[A ]| Each, like$4$ the GRA*ECIAN Artist, woos 162:45,008[A ]| The Image He himself has wrought. 162:45,000[' ]| 162:45,009[A ]| Against Experience He believes; 162:45,010[A ]| He argues against Demonstration; 162:45,011[A ]| Pleased, when his Reason He deceives; 162:45,012[A ]| And sets his Judgment by$4$ his Passion. 162:45,000[' ]| 162:45,013[A ]| The hoary Fool, who$6#1$ many Days 162:45,014[A ]| Has struggled with continued Sorrow, 162:45,015[A ]| Renews his Hope, and blindly lays 162:45,016[A ]| The desperate Bet upon$4$ tomorrow. 162:45,000[' ]| 162:45,017[A ]| Tomorrow comes: it is Noon, it is Night; 162:45,018[A ]| This Day like$4$ all the former flies: 162:45,019[A ]| Yet on$5$ He runs, to$9$ seek Delight 162:45,020[A ]| Tomorrow, till tonight He dies. 162:45,000[' ]| 162:45,021[A ]| Our Hopes, like$4$ towering Falcons, aim 162:45,022[A ]| At Objects in$4$ an airy height: 162:45,023[A ]| The little Pleasure of the Game 162:45,024[A ]| Is from afar to$9$ view the Flight. 162:45,000[' ]| 162:45,025[A ]| Our anxious Pains We, all the Day, 162:45,026[A ]| In$4$ search of what We like$1$, employ: 162:45,027[A ]| Scorning at Night the worthless Prey, 162:45,028[A ]| We find the Labour gave the Joy. 162:45,000[' ]| 162:45,029[A ]| At Distance through an artful Glass 162:45,030[A ]| To$4$ the Mind's Eye Things well appear: 162:45,031[A ]| They lose their Forms, and make a Mass 162:45,032[A ]| Confused and black, if brought too near. 162:45,000[' ]| 162:45,033[A ]| If We see right, We see our Woes: 162:45,034[A ]| Then what avails it to$9$ have Eyes? 162:45,035[A ]| From Ignorance our Comfort flows: 162:45,036[A ]| The only Wretched are the Wise. 162:45,000[' ]| 162:45,037[A ]| We wearied should lie down in$4$ Death: 162:45,038[A ]| This Cheat of Life would take no$2$ more; 162:45,039[A ]| If You thought Fame but empty Breath; 162:45,040[A ]| I, PHILLIS but a perjured Whore. 162:46,000@@@@@| 162:46,000[' ]| <\Song.\> 162:46,001[A ]| \WHILST I am scorched with hot desire,\ 162:46,002[A ]| \In$4$ vain cold Friendship you return:\ 162:46,003[A ]| \Your drops of Pity on$4$ my Fire\ 162:46,004[A ]| \Alas! but make it fiercer burn.\ 162:46,005[A ]| \Ah! would you have the Flame suppressed\ 162:46,006[A ]| \That$6#1$ kills the Heart it heats too fast;\ 162:46,007[A ]| \Take half my Passion to$4$ your Breast,\ 162:46,008[A ]| \The rest in$4$ mine shall ever last.\ 162:47,000@@@@@| 162:47,000[' ]| <\An Ode.\> 162:47,000[' ]| 162:47,001[A ]| WHILE blooming Youth, and gay Delight 162:47,002[A ]| Sit on$4$ thy rosy Cheeks confessed, 162:47,003[A ]| Thou hast, my Dear, undoubted Right 162:47,004[A ]| To$9$ triumph over this destined Breast. 162:47,005[A ]| My Reason bends to$4$ what thy Eyes ordain; 162:47,006[A ]| For$3$ I was born to$9$ Love, and Thou to$9$ Reign. 162:47,000[' ]| 162:47,007[A ]| But would You meanly thus rely 162:47,008[A ]| On$4$ Power, You know I must Obey? 162:47,009[A ]| Exert a Legal Tyranny; 162:47,010[A ]| And do an Ill, because You may? 162:47,011[A ]| Still must I Thee, as Atheists Heaven adore; 162:47,012[A ]| Not see thy Mercy, and yet dread thy Power? 162:47,000[' ]| 162:47,013[A ]| Take Heed, my Dear, Youth flies apace; 162:47,014[A ]| As well as CUPID, TIME is blind: 162:47,015[A ]| Soon must those Glories of thy Face 162:47,016[A ]| The Fate of vulgar Beauty find: 162:47,017[A ]| The Thousand Loves, that$6#1$ arm thy potent Eye, 162:47,018[A ]| Must drop their Quivers, flag their Wings, and die. 162:47,000[' ]| 162:47,019[A ]| Then wilt Thou sigh, when in$4$ each Frown 162:47,020[A ]| A hateful Wrinkle more appears; 162:47,021[A ]| And putting peevish Humours on$5$, 162:47,022[A ]| Seems but the sad Effect of Years: 162:47,023[A ]| Kindness itself too weak a Charm will$1$ prove, 162:47,024[A ]| To$9$ raise the feeble Fires of aged Love. 162:47,000[' ]| 162:47,025[A ]| Forced Compliments, and formal Bows 162:47,026[A ]| Will$1$ show Thee just above Neglect: 162:47,027[A ]| The Heat, with which$6#1$ thy Lover glows, 162:47,028[A ]| Will$1$ settle into cold Respect: 162:47,029[A ]| A talking dull Platonic I shall turn; 162:47,030[A ]| Learn to$9$ be civil, when I cease to$9$ burn. 162:47,000[' ]| 162:47,031[A ]| Then shun the Ill, and know, my Dear, 162:47,032[A ]| Kindness and Constancy will$1$ prove 162:47,033[A ]| The only Pillars fit to$9$ bear 162:47,034[A ]| So$5#1$ vast a Weight, as that$6#2$ of Love. 162:47,035[A ]| If thou canst wish to$9$ make My Flames endure, 162:47,036[A ]| Thine must be very fierce, and very pure. 162:47,000[' ]| 162:47,037[A ]| Haste, CELIA, haste, while Youth invites, 162:47,038[A ]| Obey kind CUPID's present Voice; 162:47,039[A ]| Fill every Sense with soft Delights, 162:47,040[A ]| And give thy Soul a Loose to$4$ Joys: 162:47,041[A ]| Let Millions of repeated Blisses prove, 162:47,042[A ]| That$3$ Thou all Kindness art, and I all Love. 162:47,000[' ]| 162:47,043[A ]| Be Mine, and only Mine; take care 162:47,044[A ]| Thy Looks, thy Thoughts, thy Dreams to$9$ guide 162:47,045[A ]| To$4$ Me alone; nor come so$5#1$ far, 162:47,046[A ]| As liking any Youth beside: 162:47,047[A ]| What Men ever court Thee, fly them, and believe, 162:47,048[A ]| They are Serpents all, and Thou the tempted EVE. 162:47,000[' ]| 162:47,049[A ]| So$3$ shall I court thy dearest Truth, 162:47,050[A ]| When Beauty ceases to$9$ engage; 162:47,051[A ]| So$3$ thinking on$4$ thy charming Youth, 162:47,052[A ]| I will$1$ love it over again in$4$ Age: 162:47,053[A ]| So$3$ TIME itself our Raptures shall improve, 162:47,054[A ]| While still We wake to$4$ Joy, and live to$9$ Love. 162:48,000@@@@@| 162:48,000[' ]| <\An Ode in Imitation of the Second Ode\> 162:48,000[' ]| <\of the Third Book of Horace.\> 162:48,000[' ]| <(1)> 162:48,001[A ]| HOW long Enchanted \Albion\ wilt thou lie 162:48,002[A ]| In$4$ the Lethargic Dream, the Sad repose 162:48,003[A ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ thy close thy constant Enemy 162:48,004[A ]| Has softly lulled thee to$4$ thy Woes? 162:48,005[A ]| Or wake, degenerate Isle, or cease to$9$ own 162:48,006[A ]| What thy Old Kings in$4$ \Gallic\ Camps have done, 162:48,007[A ]| The Wreaths they purchased, and the Spoils they won: 162:48,008[A ]| Behold the Nations are again alarmed 162:48,009[A ]| \William\, so$3$ Fate requires, again is Armed, 162:48,010[A ]| Thy Father to$4$ the Field is gone: 162:48,011[A ]| Again \Maria\ weeps Her absent Lord: 162:48,012[A ]| The softer Honour of thy Throne 162:48,013[A ]| For$4$ \Albion's\ Good consents to$9$ Rule alone. 162:48,014[A ]| Oh! be thy Courage and thy Fame restored, 162:48,015[A ]| Moved by$4$ Her Tears, excited by$4$ His Sword. 162:48,000[' ]| <(2)> 162:48,016[A ]| See, the Repenting Isle awakes, 162:48,017[A ]| With happy Strength her vicious Chains She breaks: 162:48,018[A ]| The Clouds which$6#1$ hung around Her beauteous head 162:48,019[A ]| Down to$4$ their parent Night are fled: 162:48,020[A ]| Looks forth the Goddess, and sees Belgia Stand 162:48,021[A ]| Prepared to$9$ meet their common Lord's Command; 162:48,022[A ]| Her Lions roaring by$4$ Her side, Her Arrows in$4$ her hand; 162:48,023[A ]| She Blushes to$9$ have been so$5#1$ long withheld, 162:48,024[A ]| And weeps Her Crime, and hastens to$4$ the Field: 162:48,025[A ]| Henceforth Her Youth shall be inured to$9$ bear 162:48,026[A ]| Hazardous Toil and active War: 162:48,027[A ]| To$9$ march beneath the Dog-Star's raging Heat, 162:48,028[A ]| Patient of Summer's Drought, and Martial Sweat; 162:48,029[A ]| And only grieve in$4$ Winter Camps to$9$ find, 162:48,030[A ]| The Sun too fleeting for$4$ the Work designed: 162:48,031[A ]| All Night beneath hard heavy Arms to$9$ Watch; 162:48,032[A ]| All Day to$9$ mount the Trench, to$9$ Storm the Breach; 162:48,033[A ]| And every rugged Path to$9$ tread, 162:48,034[A ]| Where \William\ and His Virtue lead. 162:48,000[' ]| <(3)> 162:48,035[A ]| As when the thundering Brass prepares to$9$ breathe 162:48,036[A ]| Collected Anger and emissive Death, 162:48,037[A ]| In$4$ the tried Mettle the close Dangers glow, 162:48,038[A ]| And now too late the Dying Foe 162:48,039[A ]| Perceives the Flame, yet can not ward the Blow; 162:48,040[A ]| So$3$ whilst in$4$ \William's\ Breast ripe Councils lie, 162:48,041[A ]| Secret and Sure as Brooding Fate, 162:48,042[A ]| No$2$ more of His Design appears 162:48,043[A ]| No$2$ more can \Gallia\ penetrate 162:48,044[A ]| Than what augments her fears, 162:48,045[A ]| And vanquisht Lou+is can descry 162:48,046[A ]| Only a long unmeasured Ruin nigh. 162:48,000[' ]| <(4)> 162:48,047[A ]| See Great \Britannia\! near the Norman Shore 162:48,048[A ]| And Coasts of Old Submissive to$4$ thy Power 162:48,049[A ]| See thy Armed Navies plough their glorious way 162:48,050[A ]| And with bold Prows assert their Master's Sea, 162:48,051[A ]| In$4$ vain the Hostile Fleets retire 162:48,052[A ]| And run to$4$ Shipwrack from the Briton's fire. 162:48,053[A ]| Swift Victory in$4$ vengeful Flames 162:48,054[A ]| Burns down the Pride of their presumptuous Names; 162:48,055[A ]| And the torn Ships that$6#1$ reach the \Gallic\ Coast 162:48,056[A ]| Are but sad Marks to$9$ Show the rest are lost. 162:48,057[A ]| This, mighty William, this thy Queen has done 162:48,058[A ]| Thy Softer half has shook thy Rival's Throne. 162:48,059[A ]| Equal to$4$ thine Her Fame as Her command: 162:48,060[A ]| To$4$ Her it is given from Her Paternal Sea 162:48,061[A ]| To$9$ drive the Foe; it is given to$4$ Thee 162:48,062[A ]| To$9$ drive the Invader from thy Native Land. 162:48,063[A ]| \Io Britannia\! loose thy Ocean's Chains 162:48,064[A ]| Whilst \Russel\ Strikes the Blow thy Queen Ordains: 162:48,065[A ]| Thus Rescued, thus Revered, forever Stand, 162:48,066[A ]| And bless the Council and reward the Hand, 162:48,067[A ]| Io! Britannia! thy \Maria\ Reigns. 162:48,000[' ]| <(5)> 162:48,068[A ]| From \Mary's\ Conquest and the rescued Main 162:48,069[A ]| Let \France\ look forth to$4$ \Sambres\ armed Shore 162:48,070[A ]| And boast those Joys for$4$ \William's\ Death no$2$ more 162:48,071[A ]| Which$6#1$ speak Her Terror of his Life too plain. 162:48,072[A ]| The Fatal Day alas! draws nigh 162:48,073[A ]| When over the plains from Distant Towers on$4$ high, 162:48,074[A ]| Casting around her mournful Eye, 162:48,075[A ]| Lou+is Friend or Wife shall cry: 162:48,076@v | Why does my ruined Lord retard his Flight? 162:48,077@v | Why does despair provoke his Age to$9$ fight? 162:48,078@v | As well the Wolf may venture to$9$ engage 162:48,079@v | The Angry Lion's kindled rage. 162:48,080@v | The Ravenous Vulture, and the Bird of Night, 162:48,081@v | As safely tempt the Stooping Eagle's flight, 162:48,082@v | As \Lou+is\ to$4$ unequal Arms defy 162:48,083@v | Yon Hero, crowned with blooming Victory 162:48,084@v | Yet unbreathed from Battles gained 162:48,085@v | And mad \Ierne's\ civil rage restrained, 162:48,086@v | See all yon dusty Fields quite covered over 162:48,087@v | With Hostile Troops, and \Orange\ at their Head, 162:48,088@v | (Fatal Name that$6#1$ Tyrants Dread!) 162:48,089@v | He comes, our ruined Empire is no$2$ more, 162:48,090@v | Down like$4$ the \Persian\ goes the \Gallic\ Throne, 162:48,091@v | Fainting \Darius\ flies, pursues great \Ammon's\ Son. 162:48,000[' ]| <(6)> 162:48,092[A ]| Now from the dubious Battle's mingled heat 162:48,093[A ]| Let Fear look back, and stretch her hasty wing, 162:48,094[A ]| Impatient to$9$ secure a base retreat: 162:48,095[A ]| Let the pale Coward leave his Wounded King 162:48,096[A ]| For$4$ the vile privilege of breath, 162:48,097[A ]| To$9$ live with shame in$4$ dread of glorious Death. 162:48,098[A ]| In$4$ vain: the well directed Bolts of War 162:48,099[A ]| Are taught the charging Hero's Head to$9$ spare 162:48,100[A ]| And Strike the Coward Skulking in$4$ the rear. 162:48,101[A ]| Confused and mad the Traitor bites the Ground, 162:48,102[A ]| His back transfixed with a Dishonest wound, 162:48,103[A ]| And owns that$3$ Fate has swifter Wings than Fear. 162:48,104[A ]| While, through the fiercest Troops, and thickest press 162:48,105[A ]| Undaunted Virtue carries on$5$ Success; 162:48,106[A ]| While equal Heaven guards the distinguished brave, 162:48,107[A ]| And Armies must not hurt whom Shielding \Angels\ Save. 162:48,000[' ]| <(7)> 162:48,108[A ]| Virtue to$4$ Verse the real Lustre gives, 162:48,109[A ]| Each by$4$ the other's mutual Friendship lives: 162:48,110[A ]| The Hero's Acts Sustain the Poet's Thought, 162:48,111[A ]| \A*Eneas\ suffered and \Achilles\ fought, 162:48,112[A ]| Or \Virgil's\ Majesty and \Homer's\ rage 162:48,113[A ]| In$4$ vain had strove to$9$ Vanquish Envious Age. 162:48,114[A ]| While then your Hero drowns his rising fear 162:48,115[A ]| With Drum's Alarms and Trumpet's Sounds, 162:48,116[A ]| In$4$ armed retreats Secure, and guarded Towns 162:48,117[A ]| While he from Danger as from Honour far 162:48,118[A ]| Declines the Combat and protracts the War; 162:48,119[A ]| In$4$ vain Ye \Gallic\ Muses Strive 162:48,120[A ]| With Laboured Verse to$9$ keep his Fame alive. 162:48,121[A ]| Your costly Monuments in$4$ vain you raise 162:48,122[A ]| On$4$ the weak Basis of his mouldering Praise. 162:48,123[A ]| Against his will$0$ you chain your frighted King 162:48,124[A ]| To$4$ rapid Rhine's divided Bed, 162:48,125[A ]| Whence in$4$ the Anguish of His Soul he fled; 162:48,126[A ]| You mock your Hero whilst you Sing, 162:48,127[A ]| The wounds for$4$ which$6#1$ he never bled: 162:48,128[A ]| Falsehood does Poison on$4$ your Verse infuse 162:48,129[A ]| And \Lou+is'\ fear gives death to$4$ \Boileau's\ Muse. 162:48,000[' ]| <(8)> 162:48,130[A ]| But Virtue is her own Reward, 162:48,131[A ]| Though neither Lyre were Strung, or Verse were heard, 162:48,132[A ]| In$4$ a Superior Orb the Goddess Rolls 162:48,133[A ]| Nor minds our Censure, nor desires our Praise, 162:48,134[A ]| Her Acts no$2$ human Accident controls, 162:48,135[A ]| Nor Envy can depress, nor Flattery raise: 162:48,136[A ]| Though none Should injure her, though none Adore, 162:48,137[A ]| Though Triumphs or Misfortunes were no$2$ more 162:48,138[A ]| She Seeks no$2$ Lustre and She fears no$2$ Night, 162:48,139[A ]| But in$4$ herself completely bright 162:48,140[A ]| Not lessened though repelled by$4$ Fate 162:48,141[A ]| Rejects the mean Design, attempts the great 162:48,142[A ]| And in$4$ the Battle falls, or Saves the State. 162:48,143[A ]| When Bound in$4$ double Chains poor Belgia lay 162:48,144[A ]| To$4$ foreign Arms, and inward Strife a Prey, 162:48,145[A ]| When Fortune basely with Ambition joined 162:48,146[A ]| And all was lost, except the Patriot's mind, 162:48,147[A ]| When the Impetuous Storm and raging wind 162:48,148[A ]| Just ready the torn Vessel to$9$ overwhelm 162:48,149[A ]| Forced not the Faithful Pilot from the Helm; 162:48,150[A ]| When Sirens' voices danced upon$4$ the Seas 162:48,151[A ]| And fine Persuasion proffered seeming peace 162:48,152[A ]| Yet still the Hero great in$4$ Arms 162:48,153[A ]| Stopped his wise Ear against their fatal Charms 162:48,154[A ]| Against or Promises or Threatenings Stood 162:48,155[A ]| To$4$ that$6#2$ which$6#1$ was Severely good; 162:48,156[A ]| Then had no$2$ Trophies justified his Fame 162:48,157[A ]| No$2$ Poet blest his Song with Nassau's Name, 162:48,158[A ]| Yet over his head unblemished Glory Sat 162:48,159[A ]| Plain to$4$ the Soul and visible to$4$ Thought 162:48,160[A ]| Yet Virtue did as real Triumph bring 162:48,161[A ]| And Heaven as plainly shewed the future \King\ 162:48,162[A ]| As when He at the Altar Stood, Confessed 162:48,163[A ]| In$4$ all his Types and Robes of Power, 162:48,164[A ]| When Britain freed His Sovereign Honours blest, 162:48,165[A ]| And owned him next to$4$ what we there Adore. 162:48,000[' ]| <(9)> 162:48,166[A ]| Say, Joyful \Boyne's\ Victorious flood 162:48,167[A ]| Stained by$4$ the warring Hero's blood 162:48,168[A ]| Say, when his Armies past, did he retire, 162:48,169[A ]| Or view the mingled Battle's distant Fire? 162:48,170[A ]| Could he believe His person was too dear? 162:48,171[A ]| Or with his Greatness did he clothe his fear? 162:48,172[A ]| Entreating Friends and threatening Foes 162:48,173[A ]| In$4$ vain the Warriors' Speed oppose: 162:48,174[A ]| Through the first Waves He winged His venturous way, 162:48,175[A ]| And on$4$ the adverse Shore arose, 162:48,176[A ]| Great as the Ruler of the Day 162:48,177[A ]| Rises from the Morning Sea. 162:48,178[A ]| But long that$6#2$ Ruler had withdrawn his Light, 162:48,179[A ]| Long eased His Labours in$4$ Repose and Night 162:48,180[A ]| Before from those Toils our Monarch knew to$9$ cease 162:48,181[A ]| Which$6#1$ were to$9$ give the troubled World its Peace. 162:48,000[' ]| <(10)> 162:48,182[A ]| Whence Ancient Rhine inverts his fruitful Urn 162:48,183[A ]| Or Maes and Waal with happy Error turn 162:48,184[A ]| To$4$ Belgia's saved Dominions, and the Sea 162:48,185[A ]| Whose righted Waves rejoice in$4$ William's Sway, 162:48,186[A ]| Is there a Town where Children are not taught 162:48,187[A ]| Here Gallia trembled for$3$ here William fought? 162:48,188[A ]| And when in$4$ the Ambiguous Feild 162:48,189[A ]| Faint to$9$ pursue untaught to$9$ yield 162:48,190[A ]| His Armies wavered, Stepped not he between? 162:48,191[A ]| Restored the Dubious Fight again, 162:48,192[A ]| Marked out the Coward that$6#1$ durst fly, 162:48,193[A ]| And led the panting Brave to$4$ Victory? 162:48,194[A ]| Still as She fled Him, did he not overtake 162:48,195[A ]| Her doubtful course, and bring Her bleeding back? 162:48,196[A ]| By$4$ his keen Sword did not the Boldest fall? 162:48,197[A ]| Was He not King, Commander, Soldier, All ~~ ? 162:48,198[A ]| His Danger Such as with becoming Dread 162:48,199[A ]| His Subjects yet unborn Shall weep to$9$ read; 162:48,200[A ]| And were not these the only Days 162:48,201[A ]| (Let Envy conscious of the Hero's praise 162:48,202[A ]| To$4$ late Posterity declare) 162:48,203[A ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ the Pious Prince refused to$9$ hear 162:48,204[A ]| His Friends' Advices or his Subjects' Prayer. 162:48,000[' ]| <(11)> 162:48,205[A ]| Ye \Heroes\, who$6#1$ have Fought your Country's Cause, 162:48,206[A ]| Redressed Her Injuries, or formed Her Laws, 162:48,207[A ]| To$4$ my Adventurous Song just Witness bear, 162:48,208[A ]| And hear the Pious Goddess Swear, 162:48,209[A ]| That$3$ \William\ Treasures up$5$ a greater Name 162:48,210[A ]| Than any of the \Nine\ did ever proclaim: 162:48,211[A ]| That$3$ He improves and gives with Interest back 162:48,212[A ]| All that$6#2$ Hereditary Stock of Fame 162:48,213[A ]| He did from his forefathers take. 162:48,214[A ]| That$3$ in$4$ His Constellation he Unites 162:48,215[A ]| Their scattered Rays, and fainter Lights: 162:48,216[A ]| That$3$ His full glory shall forever Shine, 162:48,217[A ]| Sublime its Sphere, its ray Divine, 162:48,218[A ]| Above yon rolling Orbs and Azure Sky; 162:48,219[A ]| Where nothing comes that$6#1$ knows to$9$ Die. 162:48,220[A ]| Though whilst our Mortal Eye presumes to$9$ look 162:48,221[A ]| Into Mysterious Fate's Eternal book 162:48,222[A ]| We own some points in$4$ fainter lights expressed 162:48,223[A ]| In$4$ Symbols figured and in$4$ Shadows dressed; 162:48,224[A ]| Yet through the whole such obvious Truths at least 162:48,225[A ]| In$4$ general Characters engraved we find 162:48,226[A ]| As make the Justice of the God Confessed 162:48,227[A ]| And to$4$ right Paths direct the Honest mind. 162:48,228[A ]| After the Virtuous Act the Just reward 162:48,229[A ]| Shall be returned, however long deferred: 162:48,230[A ]| After the black and Impious Deed 162:48,231[A ]| The Punishment though slow shall Sure Succeed: 162:48,232[A ]| Thus far at least we are indulged to$9$ read. 162:48,233[A ]| And though through certain Years and destined Times 162:48,234[A ]| Merit has lain confused with Crimes; 162:48,235[A ]| Jove has seemed Negligent of human Cares, 162:48,236[A ]| Nor Scourged our Follies, nor returned our Prayers; 162:48,237[A ]| Yet now his Justice lifts the Equal Scales, 162:48,238[A ]| Ambition is Suppressed, and Right prevails: 162:48,239[A ]| Fate its great Ends by$4$ slow Degrees Attains, 162:48,240[A ]| Over \Europe\ Freed Victorious \William\ Reigns, 162:48,241[A ]| And sullen War and Captive Pride 162:48,242[A ]| Behind his Chariot Wheels are tied 162:48,243[A ]| In$4$ Everlasting Chains. 162:49,000@@@@@| 162:49,000[' ]| <1693> 162:49,000[' ]| <\Considerations on part of the\> 162:49,000[' ]| <\Eighty Eighth Psalme.\> 162:49,000[' ]| 162:49,001[A ]| HEAVY, O Lord, on$4$ me Thy Judgments lie, 162:49,002[A ]| Accursed I am, while God rejects my Cry. 162:49,003[A ]| Overwhelmed in$4$ Darkness and Despair I groan; 162:49,004[A ]| And every place is Hell; for$3$ God is Gone. 162:49,005[A ]| O Lord, arise, and let Thy Beams control 162:49,006[A ]| Those horrid Clouds, that$6#1$ press my frighted Soul: 162:49,007[A ]| Save the Poor Wanderer from Eternal Night, 162:49,008[A ]| Thou that$6#1$ art the God of Light. 162:49,000[' ]| 162:49,009[A ]| Downward I hasten to$4$ my destined place; 162:49,010[A ]| There None obtain Thy Aid, or Sing Thy Praise. 162:49,011[A ]| Soon I shall lie in$4$ Death's deep Ocean drowned: 162:49,012[A ]| Is Mercy there; or sweet Forgiveness found? 162:49,013[A ]| O save Me yet, whilst on$4$ the brink I stand; 162:49,014[A ]| Rebuke the Storm and waft my Soul to$4$ Land. 162:49,015[A ]| O let Her rest beneath Thy Wing secure, 162:49,016[A ]| Thou that$6#1$ art the God of Power. 162:49,000[' ]| 162:49,017[A ]| Behold the Prodigal: To$4$ Thee I come, 162:49,018[A ]| To$9$ hail my Father, and to$9$ seek my Home. 162:49,019[A ]| Nor refuge could I find, nor Friend abroad, 162:49,020[A ]| Straying in$4$ Vice and destitute of God. 162:49,021[A ]| O let Thy Terrors, and my Anguish End! 162:49,022[A ]| Be Thou my Refuge, and be Thou my Friend: 162:49,023[A ]| Receive the Son Thou didst so$5#1$ long reprove, 162:49,024[A ]| Thou that$6#1$ art the God of Love. 162:50,000@@@@@| 162:50,000[' ]| <\Enigma.\> 162:50,001[A ]| \BY$4$ Birth I am a Slave, yet can give you a Crown;\ 162:50,002[A ]| \I dispose of all Honours, myself having none:\ 162:50,003[A ]| \I am obliged by$4$ just Maxims to$9$ govern my Life,\ 162:50,004[A ]| \Yet I hang my own Master, and lie with his Wife.\ 162:50,005[A ]| \Where Men are a*Gaming, I cunningly sneak,\ 162:50,006[A ]| \And their Cudgels and Shovels away from them take.\ 162:50,007[A ]| \Fair Maidens and Ladies I by$4$ the Hand get,\ 162:50,008[A ]| \And pick off their Diamonds, though never so$5#1$ well set;\ 162:50,009[A ]| \But when I have Comrades, we rob in$4$ whole Bands,\ 162:50,010[A ]| \Then we presently take off your Lands from your Hands;\ 162:50,011[A ]| \But this fury once over, I have such winning Arts,\ 162:50,012[A ]| \That$3$ you love me much more than you do your own Hearts.\ 162:51,000@@@@@| 162:51,000[' ]| <\An Epitaph on True, her Majesty's Dog.\> 162:51,001[A ]| \IF Wit or Honesty could save\ 162:51,002[A ]| \Our mouldering Ashes from the Grave,\ 162:51,003[A ]| \This Stone had yet remained unmarked,\ 162:51,004[A ]| \I still wrote Prose, and\ True \still barked:\ 162:51,005[A ]| \But envious Fate has claimed its due,\ 162:51,006[A ]| \Here lies the mortal Part of\ True; 162:51,007[A ]| \His deathless Virtues must survive,\ 162:51,008[A ]| \To$9$ better us that$6#1$ are alive.\ 162:51,009[A ]| \His Prudence and his Wit were seen,\ 162:51,010[A ]| \In$4$ that$3$, from\ Mary's \Grace and Mien,\ 162:51,011[A ]| \He owned the Power, and loved the Queen.\ 162:51,012[A ]| \By$4$ long Obedience he confessed,\ 162:51,013[A ]| \That$3$ serving her was to$9$ be blest.\ 162:51,014[A ]| \Ye Murmurers, let\ True \evince,\ 162:51,015[A ]| \That$3$ Men are Beasts, and Dogs have Sense.\ 162:51,016[A ]| \His Faith and Truth all\ White-hall \knows,\ 162:51,017[A ]| \He never could fawn, or flatter those\ 162:51,018[A ]| \Whom he believed were\ Mary's \Foes.\ 162:51,019[A ]| \Never skulked from whence his Sovereign led him,\ 162:51,020[A ]| \Nor snarled against the Hand that$6#1$ fed him.\ 162:51,021[A ]| \Read this ye Statesmen now in$4$ Favour,\ 162:51,022[A ]| \And mend your own, by$4$\ True's \Behaviour.\ 162:52,000@@@@@| 162:52,000[' ]| <\Hymn to the Sun.\> 162:52,000[' ]| <\Set by Dr. Purcel, and Sung before their Majesties\> 162:52,000[' ]| <\on New-Years-Day, 1694.\> 162:52,000[' ]| 162:52,001[A ]| LIGHT of the World, and Ruler of the Year, 162:52,002[A ]| With happy Speed begin Thy great Career; 162:52,003[A ]| And, as Thou dost thy radiant Journies run, 162:52,004[A ]| Through every distant Climate own, 162:52,005[A ]| That$3$ in$4$ fair ALBION Thou hast seen 162:52,006[A ]| The greatest Prince, the brightest Queen, 162:52,007[A ]| That$6#1$ ever saved a Land, or blest a Throne, 162:52,008[A ]| Since first Thy Beams were spread, or Genial Power was known. 162:52,000[' ]| 162:52,009[A ]| So$3$ may Thy Godhead be confessed, 162:52,010[A ]| So$3$ the returning Year be blest, 162:52,011[A ]| As His Infant Months bestow 162:52,012[A ]| Springing Wreaths for$4$ WILLIAM's Brow; 162:52,013[A ]| As His Summer's Youths shall shed 162:52,014[A ]| Eternal Sweets around MARIA's Head: 162:52,015[A ]| From the Blessings They bestow, 162:52,016[A ]| Our Times are dated, and our \A*Era's\ move: 162:52,017[A ]| They govern, and enlighten all Below, 162:52,018[A ]| As Thou dost all Above. 162:52,000[' ]| 162:52,019[A ]| Let our Hero in$4$ the War 162:52,020[A ]| Active and fierce, like$4$ Thee, appear: 162:52,021[A ]| Like$4$ Thee, great Son of JOVE, like$4$ Thee, 162:52,022[A ]| When clad in$4$ rising Majesty, 162:52,023[A ]| Thou marchest down over DELOS' Hills confessed, 162:52,024[A ]| With all Thy Arrows armed, in$4$ all Thy Glory dressed. 162:52,025[A ]| Like$4$ Thee, the Hero does his Arms employ, 162:52,026[A ]| The raging PYTHON to$9$ destroy, 162:52,027[A ]| And give the injured Nations Peace and Joy. 162:52,000[' ]| 162:52,028[A ]| From fairest Years, and Time's more happy Stores, 162:52,029[A ]| Gather all the smiling Hours; 162:52,030[A ]| Such as with friendly Care have guarded 162:52,031[A ]| Patriots and Kings in$4$ rightful Wars; 162:52,032[A ]| Such as with Conquest have rewarded 162:52,033[A ]| Triumphant Victors' happy Cares; 162:52,034[A ]| Such as Story has recorded 162:52,035[A ]| Sacred to$4$ NASSAU'S long Renown, 162:52,036[A ]| For$4$ Countries saved, and Battles won. 162:52,000[' ]| 162:52,037[A ]| March Them again in$4$ fair Array, 162:52,038[A ]| And bid Them form the happy Day, 162:52,039[A ]| The happy Day designed to$9$ wait 162:52,040[A ]| On$4$ WILLIAM's Fame, and EUROPE's Fate. 162:52,041[A ]| Let the happy Day be crowned 162:52,042[A ]| With great Event, and fair Success; 162:52,043[A ]| No$2$ brighter in$4$ the Year be found, 162:52,044[A ]| But That$6#2$ which$6#1$ brings the Victor home in$4$ Peace. 162:52,000[' ]| 162:52,045[A ]| Again Thy Godhead We implore, 162:52,046[A ]| Great in$4$ Wisdom as in$4$ Power; 162:52,047[A ]| Again, for$4$ good MARIA's sake, and Ours, 162:52,048[A ]| Chuse out other smiling Hours; 162:52,049[A ]| Such as with joyous Wings have fled, 162:52,050[A ]| When happy Counsels were advising; 162:52,051[A ]| Such as have lucky Omens shed 162:52,052[A ]| Over forming LAWS, and Empires rising; 162:52,053[A ]| Such as many Courses ran, 162:52,054[A ]| Hand in$4$ Hand, a goodly Train, 162:52,055[A ]| To$9$ bless the great ELIZA's Reign; 162:52,056[A ]| And in$4$ the Typic Glory show, 162:52,057[A ]| What fuller Bliss MARIA shall bestow. 162:52,000[' ]| 162:52,058[A ]| As the solemn Hours advance, 162:52,059[A ]| Mingled send into the Dance 162:52,060[A ]| Many fraught with all the Treasures, 162:52,061[A ]| Which$6#1$ Thy Eastern Travel views; 162:52,062[A ]| Many winged with all the Pleasures, 162:52,063[A ]| Man can ask, or Heaven diffuse: 162:52,064[A ]| That$3$ great MARIA all those Joys may know, 162:52,065[A ]| Which$6#1$, from Her Cares, upon$4$ Her Subjects flow. 162:52,000[' ]| 162:52,066[A ]| For$4$ Thy own Glory sing our Sovereign's Praise, 162:52,067[A ]| God of Verses and of Days: 162:52,068[A ]| Let all Thy tuneful Sons adorn 162:52,069[A ]| Their lasting Work with WILLIAM's Name; 162:52,070[A ]| Let chosen Muses yet unborn 162:52,071[A ]| Take great MARIA for$4$ their future Theme: 162:52,072[A ]| Eternal Structures let Them raise, 162:52,073[A ]| On$4$ WILLIAM's and MARIA's Praise: 162:52,074[A ]| Nor want new Subject for$4$ the song; 162:52,075[A ]| Nor fear they can exhaust the Store; 162:52,076[A ]| Till Nature's Music lies unstrung; 162:52,077[A ]| Till Thou, great God, shalt lose Thy double Power; 162:52,078[A ]| And touch Thy Lyre, and shoot Thy Beams no$2$ more. 162:53,000@@@@@| 162:53,000[' ]| <1694> 162:53,000[' ]| <\""Spare Dorsett's sacred life,\> 162:53,000[' ]| <\decerning fate""\> 162:53,001[A ]| SPARE Dorset's sacred life, discerning fate, 162:53,002[A ]| And Death shall march through Courts and Camps in$4$ State, 162:53,003[A ]| Emptying his Quiver on$4$ the vulgar Great; 162:53,004[A ]| Round Dorset's board let Peace and Plenty dance. 162:53,005[A ]| Far off let Famine Her sad reign advance, 162:53,006[A ]| And War walk deep in$4$ blood through conquered France. 162:53,007[A ]| Apollo thus began the Mystic Strain, 162:53,008[A ]| The Muses' Sons all bowed and said Amen. 162:54,000@@@@@| 162:54,000[' ]| <\To My Lady Dursley, on Her Reading\> 162:54,000[' ]| <\Milton's Paradise Lost.\> 162:54,001[A ]| HERE reading how fond ADAM was betrayed, 162:54,002[A ]| And how by$4$ Sin EVE's blasted Charms decayed; 162:54,003[A ]| Our common Loss unjustly You complain; 162:54,004[A ]| So$5#1$ small that$6#2$ Part of it, which$6#1$ You sustain. 162:54,005[A ]| You still, fair Mother, in$4$ your Offspring trace 162:54,006[A ]| The Stock of Beauty destined for$4$ the Race: 162:54,007[A ]| Kind Nature, forming Them, the Pattern took 162:54,008[A ]| From Heaven's first Work, and EVE's Original Look. 162:54,009[A ]| You, happy Saint, the Serpent's Power control: 162:54,010[A ]| Scarce any actual Guilt defiles your Soul: 162:54,011[A ]| And Hell does over that$6#2$ Mind vain Triumph boast, 162:54,012[A ]| Which$6#1$ gains a Heaven, for$4$ earthly EDEN lost. 162:54,013[A ]| With Virtue strong as Yours had EVE been armed, 162:54,014[A ]| In$4$ vain the Fruit had blushed, or Serpent charmed: 162:54,015[A ]| Nor had our Bliss by$4$ Penitence been bought; 162:54,016[A ]| Nor had frail ADAM fallen, nor MILTON wrote. 162:55,000@@@@@| 162:55,000[' ]| <\""That Heaven and Earth Might\> 162:55,000[' ]| <\witness bear""\> 162:55,001[A ]| THAT$3$ Heaven and Earth might witness bear 162:55,002[A ]| That$3$ Justice stood by$4$ Marie's throne, 162:55,003[A ]| Nor could They doubt if Right from Her 162:55,004[A ]| On$4$ others' Subjects should be shown 162:55,005[A ]| When They reflected with what care 162:55,006[A ]| She asked it for$4$ Her own. 162:56,000@@@@@| 162:56,000[' ]| <\On the Taking of Huy.\> 162:56,001[A ]| THE Town which$6#1$ Lou+is bought, the King reclaims 162:56,002[A ]| And brings instead of Bribes avenging Flames. 162:56,003[A ]| Now Louis take Thy Titles from above, 162:56,004[A ]| Boileau shall Sing and We will$1$ believe Thee Jove. 162:56,005[A ]| Jove gained his Mistress with alluring Gold 162:56,006[A ]| But Jove like$4$ Thee was impotent and Old: 162:56,007[A ]| Active and Young he did like$4$ William stand, 162:56,008[A ]| And Stunned the Dame, his Thunder in$4$ his Hand. 162:57,000@@@@@| 162:57,000[' ]| <1695> 162:57,000[' ]| <\An Ode.\> 162:57,000[' ]| <\Presented to the King, on his Majesty's Arrival in Holland,\> 162:57,000[' ]| <\After the Queen's Death. 1695.\> 162:57,000[' ]| <\7Quis 7desiderio 7sit 7pudor 7aut 7modus\> 162:57,000[' ]| <\7Tam 7cari 7capitis? 7pra*ecipe 7lugubres\> 162:57,000[' ]| <\7Cantus, 7Melpomene.\> 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,001[A ]| AT MARY's Tomb, (sad, sacred Place!) 162:57,002[A ]| The Virtues shall their Vigils keep: 162:57,003[A ]| And every Muse, and every Grace 162:57,004[A ]| In$4$ solemn State shall ever weep. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,005[A ]| The future, pious, mournful Fair, 162:57,006[A ]| Oft as the rolling Years return, 162:57,007[A ]| With fragrant Wreaths, and flowing Hair, 162:57,008[A ]| Shall visit Her distinguished Urn. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,009[A ]| For$4$ Her the Wise and Great shall mourn; 162:57,010[A ]| When late Records her Deeds repeat: 162:57,011[A ]| Ages to$9$ come, and Men unborn 162:57,012[A ]| Shall bless her Name, and sigh her Fate. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,013[A ]| Fair ALBION shall, with faithful Trust, 162:57,014[A ]| Her holy Queen's sad Relics guard; 162:57,015[A ]| Till Heaven awakes the precious Dust, 162:57,016[A ]| And gives the Saint her full Reward. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,017[A ]| But let the King dismiss his Woes, 162:57,018[A ]| Reflecting on$4$ his fair Renown; 162:57,019[A ]| And take the Cypress from his Brows, 162:57,020[A ]| To$9$ put his wonted Laurels on$5$. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,021[A ]| If pressed by$4$ Grief our Monarch stoops; 162:57,022[A ]| In$4$ vain the BRITISH Lions roar: 162:57,023[A ]| If He, whose Hand sustained them, droops; 162:57,024[A ]| The BELGIC Darts will$1$ wound no$2$ more. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,025[A ]| Embattled Princes wait the Chief, 162:57,026[A ]| Whose Voice should rule, whose Arm should lead; 162:57,027[A ]| And, in$4$ kind Murmurs, chide That$6#2$ Grief, 162:57,028[A ]| Which$6#1$ hinders EUROPE being freed. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,029[A ]| The great Example They demand, 162:57,030[A ]| Who$6#1$ still to$4$ Conquest led the Way; 162:57,031[A ]| Wishing Him present to$9$ Command, 162:57,032[A ]| As They stand ready to$9$ Obey. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,033[A ]| They seek that$6#2$ Joy, which$6#1$ used to$9$ glow, 162:57,034[A ]| Expanded on$4$ the Hero's Face; 162:57,035[A ]| When the thick Squadrons pressed the Foe, 162:57,036[A ]| And WILLIAM led the glorious Chase. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,037[A ]| To$9$ give the mourning Nations Joy, 162:57,038[A ]| Restore Them Thy auspicious Light, 162:57,039[A ]| Great Sun: with radiant Beams destroy 162:57,040[A ]| Those Clouds, which$6#1$ keep Thee from our Sight. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,041[A ]| Let Thy sublime Meridian Course 162:57,042[A ]| For$4$ MARY's setting Rays atone; 162:57,043[A ]| Our Lustre, with redoubled Force, 162:57,044[A ]| Must now proceed from Thee alone. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,045[A ]| See, Pious King, with different Strife 162:57,046[A ]| Thy struggling ALBION'S Bosom torn: 162:57,047[A ]| So$5#1$ much She fears for$4$ WILLIAM's Life, 162:57,048[A ]| That$3$ MARY's Fate She dare not mourn. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,049[A ]| Her Beauty, in$4$ thy softer Half 162:57,050[A ]| Buried and lost, She ought to$9$ grieve: 162:57,051[A ]| But let her Strength in$4$ Thee be safe: 162:57,052[A ]| And let Her weep; but let Her live. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,053[A ]| Thou, Guardian Angel, save the Land 162:57,054[A ]| From thy own Grief, her fiercest Foe; 162:57,055[A ]| Lest BRITAIN, rescued by$4$ Thy Hand, 162:57,056[A ]| Should bend and sink beneath Thy Woe. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,057[A ]| Her former Triumphs all are vain, 162:57,058[A ]| Unless new Trophies still be sought; 162:57,059[A ]| And hoary Majesty sustain 162:57,060[A ]| The Battles, which$6#1$ Thy Youth has fought. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,061[A ]| Where now is all That$6#2$ fearful Love, 162:57,062[A ]| Which$6#1$ made her hate the War's Alarms? 162:57,063[A ]| That$6#2$ soft Excess, with which$6#1$ She strove 162:57,064[A ]| To$9$ keep her Hero in$4$ her Arms? 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,065[A ]| While still She chid the coming Spring, 162:57,066[A ]| Which$6#1$ called Him over his subject Seas: 162:57,067[A ]| While, for$4$ the Safety of the King, 162:57,068[A ]| She wished the Victor's Glory less. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,069[A ]| It is changed; it is gone: sad BRITAIN now 162:57,070[A ]| Hastens her Lord to$4$ Foreign Wars: 162:57,071[A ]| Happy, if Toils may break his Woe; 162:57,072[A ]| Or Danger may diverts his Cares. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,073[A ]| In$4$ Martial Din She drowns her Sighs, 162:57,074[A ]| Lest He the rising Grief should hear: 162:57,075[A ]| She pulls her Helmet over her Eyes, 162:57,076[A ]| Lest He should see the falling Tear. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,077[A ]| Go, mighty Prince, let FRANCE be taught, 162:57,078[A ]| How constant Minds by$4$ Grief are tried; 162:57,079[A ]| How great the Land, that$6#1$ wept and fought, 162:57,080[A ]| When WILLIAM led, and MARY died. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,081[A ]| Fierce in$4$ the Battle make it known, 162:57,082[A ]| Where Death with all His Darts is seen, 162:57,083[A ]| That$3$ He can touch thy Heart with None, 162:57,084[A ]| But That$6#2$ which$6#1$ struck the beauteous Queen. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,085[A ]| BELGIA indulged her open Grief, 162:57,086[A ]| While yet her Master was not near; 162:57,087[A ]| With sullen Pride refused Relief, 162:57,088[A ]| And sat Obdurate in$4$ Despair. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,089[A ]| As Waters from her Sluices, flowed 162:57,090[A ]| Unbounded Sorrow from her Eyes: 162:57,091[A ]| To$4$ Earth her bended Front She bowed, 162:57,092[A ]| And sent her Wailings to$4$ the Skies. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,093[A ]| But when her anxious Lord returned; 162:57,094[A ]| Raised is her Head; her Eyes are dried: 162:57,095[A ]| She smiles, as WILLIAM never had mourned: 162:57,096[A ]| She looks, as MARY never had died. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,097[A ]| That$6#2$ Freedom which$6#1$ all Sorrows claim, 162:57,098[A ]| She does for$4$ Thy Content resign: 162:57,099[A ]| Her Piety itself would blame; 162:57,100[A ]| If Her Regrets should waken Thine. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,101[A ]| To$9$ cure Thy Woe, She shews Thy Fame; 162:57,102[A ]| Lest the great Mourner should forget, 162:57,103[A ]| That$3$ all the Race, whence ORANGE came, 162:57,104[A ]| Made Virtue triumph over Fate. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,105[A ]| WILLIAM His Country's Cause could fight, 162:57,106[A ]| And with his Blood her Freedom seal: 162:57,107[A ]| MAURICE and HENRY guard that$6#2$ Right, 162:57,108[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ Their pious Parent fell. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,109[A ]| How Heroes rise, how Patriots set, 162:57,110[A ]| Thy Father's Bloom and Death may tell: 162:57,111[A ]| Excelling Others These were Great: 162:57,112[A ]| Thou, greater still, must These excel. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,113[A ]| That$6#2$ last fair Instance Thou must give, 162:57,114[A ]| Whence NASSAU's Virtue can be tried; 162:57,115[A ]| And shew the World, that$3$ Thou canst live 162:57,116[A ]| Intrepid, as Thy Consort died. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,117[A ]| Thy Virtue, whose resistless Force 162:57,118[A ]| No$2$ dire Event could ever stay, 162:57,119[A ]| Must carry on$5$ its destined Course; 162:57,120[A ]| Though Death and Envy stop the Way. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,121[A ]| For$4$ BRITAIN'S Sake, for$4$ BELGIA'S, live: 162:57,122[A ]| Pierced by$4$ Their Grief forget Thy own: 162:57,123[A ]| New Toils endure; new Conquest give; 162:57,124[A ]| And bring Them Ease, though Thou hast None. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,125[A ]| Vanquish again; though She be gone, 162:57,126[A ]| Whose Garland crowned the Victor's Hair: 162:57,127[A ]| And Reign; though She has left the Throne, 162:57,128[A ]| Who$6#1$ made Thy Glory worth Thy Care. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,129[A ]| Fair BRITAIN never yet before 162:57,130[A ]| Breathed to$4$ her King a useless Prayer: 162:57,131[A ]| Fond BELGIA never did implore, 162:57,132[A ]| While WILLIAM turned averse His Ear. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,133[A ]| But should the weeping Hero now 162:57,134[A ]| Relentless to$4$ Their Wishes prove; 162:57,135[A ]| Should He recall, with pleasing Woe, 162:57,136[A ]| The Object of his Grief and Love; 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,137[A ]| Her Face with thousand Beauties blest, 162:57,138[A ]| Her Mind with thousand Virtues stored, 162:57,139[A ]| Her Power with boundless Joy confessed, 162:57,140[A ]| Her Person only not adored: 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,141[A ]| Yet ought his Sorrow to$9$ be checked; 162:57,142[A ]| Yet ought his Passions to$9$ abate: 162:57,143[A ]| If the great Mourner would reflect, 162:57,144[A ]| Her Glory in$4$ her Death complete. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,145[A ]| She was instructed to$9$ command, 162:57,146[A ]| Great King, by$4$ long obeying Thee: 162:57,147[A ]| Her Sceptre, guided by$4$ Thy Hand, 162:57,148[A ]| Preserved the Isles, and Ruled the Sea. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,149[A ]| But oh! it was little, that$3$ her Life 162:57,150[A ]| Over Earth and Water bears thy Fame: 162:57,151[A ]| In$4$ Death, it was worthy WILLIAM's Wife, 162:57,152[A ]| Amidst the Stars to$9$ fix his Name. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,153[A ]| Beyond where Matter moves, or Place 162:57,154[A ]| Receives its Forms, Thy Virtues roll: 162:57,155[A ]| From MARY's Glory, Angels trace 162:57,156[A ]| The Beauty of her Partner's Soul. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,157[A ]| Wise Fate, which$6#1$ does its Heaven decree 162:57,158[A ]| To$4$ Heroes, when They yield their Breath, 162:57,159[A ]| Hastens Thy Triumph. Half of Thee 162:57,160[A ]| Is Deified before thy Death. 162:57,000[' ]| 162:57,161[A ]| Alone to$4$ thy Renown it is given, 162:57,162[A ]| Unbounded through all Worlds to$9$ go: 162:57,163[A ]| While She great Saint rejoices Heaven; 162:57,164[A ]| And Thou sustainest the Orb below. 163:58,000@@@@@| 163:58,000[' ]| 163:58,000[' ]| <\An English Ballad, on the Taking\> 163:58,000[' ]| <\of Namur by the King of\> 163:58,000[' ]| <\Great Britain, 1695.\> 163:58,000[' ]| <\7Dulce 7est 7desipere 7in 7loco.\> 163:58,000[' ]| 163:58,001[A ]| SOME Folks are drunk, yet do not know it: 163:58,002[A ]| So$3$ might not BACCHUS give You Law? 163:58,003[A ]| Was it a Muse, O lofty Poet, 163:58,004[A ]| Or Virgin of St%*CYR, You saw? 163:58,005[A ]| Why all this Fury? What is the Matter, 163:58,006[A ]| That$3$ Oaks must come from \Thrace\ to$9$ dance? 163:58,007[A ]| Must stupid Stocks be taught to$9$ flatter? 163:58,008[A ]| And is there no$2$ such Wood in$4$ \France\? 163:58,009[A ]| Why must the Winds all hold their Tongue? 163:58,010[A ]| If they a little Breath should raise; 163:58,011[A ]| Would that$6#2$ have spoiled the Poet's Song; 163:58,012[A ]| Or puffed away the Monarch's Praise? 163:58,013[A ]| PINDAR, that$6#2$ Eagle, mounts the Skies; 163:58,014[A ]| While Virtue leads the noble Way: 163:58,015[A ]| Too like$4$ a Vulture BOILEAU flies, 163:58,016[A ]| Where sordid interest shows the prey. 163:58,017[A ]| When once the Poet's Honour ceases, 163:58,018[A ]| From Reason far his Transports rove: 163:58,019[A ]| And BOILEAU, for$4$ eight hundred Pieces, 163:58,020[A ]| Makes LOUIS take the Wall of JOVE. 163:58,000[' ]| 163:58,021[A ]| NEPTUNE and SOL came from above, 163:58,022[A ]| Shaped like$4$ MEGRIGNY and VAUBAN: 163:58,023[A ]| They armed these Rocks; then showed old JOVE 163:58,024[A ]| Of \Marli\ Wood, the wondrous Plan. 163:58,025[A ]| Such Walls, these three wise Gods agreed, 163:58,026[A ]| By$4$ Human Force could never be shaken: 163:58,027[A ]| But You and I in$4$ HOMER read 163:58,028[A ]| Of Gods, as well as Men, mistaken. 163:58,029[A ]| \Sambre\ and \Ma*ese\ their Waves may join; 163:58,030[A ]| But never can WILLIAM's Force restrain: 163:58,031[A ]| He will$1$ pass them Both, who$6#1$ passed the \Boyn\: 163:58,032[A ]| Remember this, and arm the \Sein\. 163:58,000[' ]| 163:58,033[A ]| Full fifteen thousand lusty Fellows 163:58,034[A ]| With Fire and Sword the Fort maintain: 163:58,035[A ]| Each was a HERCULES, You tell us; 163:58,036[A ]| Yet out they marched like$4$ common Men. 163:58,037[A ]| Cannons above, and Mines below 163:58,038[A ]| Did Death and Tombs for$4$ Foes contrive: 163:58,039[A ]| Yet Matters have been ordered so$5#2$, 163:58,040[A ]| That$3$ most of Us are still alive. 163:58,000[' ]| 163:58,041[A ]| If \Namur\ be compared to$4$ \Troy\; 163:58,042[A ]| Then BRITAIN's Boys excelled the GREEKS: 163:58,043[A ]| Their Siege did ten long Years employ: 163:58,044[A ]| We have done our Business in$4$ ten Weeks. 163:58,045[A ]| What Godhead does so$5#1$ fast advance, 163:58,046[A ]| With dreadful Power those Hills to$9$ gain? 163:58,047[A ]| It is little WILL, the Scourge of \France\; 163:58,048[A ]| No$2$ Godhead, but the first of Men. 163:58,049[A ]| His mortal Arm exerts the Power, 163:58,050[A ]| To$9$ keep even \Mons's\ Victor under: 163:58,051[A ]| And that$6#2$ same JUPITER no$2$ more 163:58,052[A ]| Shall fright the World with impious Thunder. 163:58,000[' ]| 163:58,053[A ]| Our King thus trembles at \Namur\, 163:58,054[A ]| Whilst VILLEROY, who$6#1$ never afraid is, 163:58,055[A ]| To$4$ \Bruxelles\ marches on$5$ secure, 163:58,056[A ]| To$9$ bomb the Monks, and scare the Ladies. 163:58,057[A ]| After this glorious Expedition, 163:58,058[A ]| One Battle makes the Marshal Great: 163:58,059[A ]| He must perform the King's Commission: 163:58,060[A ]| Who$6#2$ knows, but ORANGE may retreat? 163:58,061[A ]| Kings are allowed to$9$ feign the Gout, 163:58,062[A ]| Or be prevailed with not to$9$ Fight: 163:58,063[A ]| And mighty LOUIS hoped, no$2$ doubt, 163:58,064[A ]| That$3$ WILLIAM would preserve that$6#2$ Right. 163:58,000[' ]| 163:58,065[A ]| From \Seyn\ and \Loyre\, to$4$ \Rhone\ and \Po\, 163:58,066[A ]| See every Mother's Son appear: 163:58,067[A ]| In$4$ such a Case never blame a Foe, 163:58,068[A ]| If he betrays some little Fear. 163:58,069[A ]| He comes, the mighty VILL'ROY comes; 163:58,070[A ]| Finds a small River in$4$ his Way: 163:58,071[A ]| So$3$ waves his Colours, beats his Drums; 163:58,072[A ]| And thinks it prudent there to$9$ stay. 163:58,073[A ]| The \Gallic\ Troops breathe Blood and War: 163:58,074[A ]| The Marshal cares not to$9$ march faster: 163:58,075[A ]| Poor VILL'ROY moves so$5#1$ slowly here, 163:58,076[A ]| We fancied all, it was his Master. 163:58,000[' ]| 163:58,077[A ]| Will$1$ no$2$ kind Flood, no$2$ friendly Rain 163:58,078[A ]| Disguise the Marshal's plain Disgrace? 163:58,079[A ]| No$2$ Torrents swell the low \Mebayne\? 163:58,080[A ]| The World will$1$ say, he durst not pass. 163:58,081[A ]| Why will$1$ no$2$ \Hyades\ appear, 163:58,082[A ]| Dear Poet, on$4$ the Banks of \Sambre\? 163:58,083[A ]| Just as they did that$6#2$ mighty Year, 163:58,084[A ]| When You turned \June\ into \December\. 163:58,085[A ]| The \Water-Nymphs\ are too unkind 163:58,086[A ]| To$4$ VILL'ROY; are the \Land-Nymphs\ so$5#2$? 163:58,087[A ]| And fly They All, at Once Combined 163:58,088[A ]| To$9$ shame a General, and a Beau? 163:58,000[' ]| 163:58,089[A ]| Truth, Justice, Sense, Religion, Fame 163:58,090[A ]| May join to$9$ finish WILLIAM's Story: 163:58,091[A ]| Nations set free may bless his Name; 163:58,092[A ]| And \France\ in$4$ Secret own his Glory. 163:58,093[A ]| But \Ipres, Mastrich\, and \Cambray\, 163:58,094[A ]| \Besanc^on, Ghent\, \St%*Omers, Lysle\, 163:58,095[A ]| \Courtray,\ and \Dole\ ~~ Ye Critics, say, 163:58,096[A ]| How poor to$4$ this was PINDAR's Style? 163:58,097[A ]| With Eke's and Also's tack thy Strain, 163:58,098[A ]| Great Bard; and sing the deathless Prince, 163:58,099[A ]| Who$6#1$ lost \Namur\ the same Campaign, 163:58,100[A ]| He bought \Dixmude\, and plundered \Deynse\. 163:58,000[' ]| 163:58,101[A ]| I will$1$ hold Ten Pound, my Dream is out: 163:58,102[A ]| I would tell it You, but for$4$ the Rattle 163:58,103[A ]| Of those confounded Drums; no$2$ doubt 163:58,104[A ]| Yon bloody Rogues intend a Battle. 163:58,105[A ]| Dear me! a hundred thousand \French\ 163:58,106[A ]| With Terror fill the neighbouring Field; 163:58,107[A ]| While WILLIAM carries on$5$ the Trench, 163:58,108[A ]| Till both the Town and Castle yield. 163:58,109[A ]| VILL'ROY to$4$ BOUFFLERS should advance, 163:58,110[A ]| Says MARS, through Cannons' Mouths in$4$ Fire; 163:58,111[A ]| \7Id*est,\ one Mareschal of \France\ 163:58,112[A ]| Tells the other, He can come no$2$ nigher. 163:58,000[' ]| 163:58,113[A ]| Regain the Lines the shortest Way, 163:58,114[A ]| VILL'ROY; or to$4$ \Versailles\ take Post: 163:58,115[A ]| For$3$, having seen it, Thou canst say 163:58,116[A ]| The Steps, by$4$ which$6#1$ \Namur\ was lost. 163:58,117[A ]| The Smoke and Flame may vex thy Sight: 163:58,118[A ]| Look not once back; but as thou goest, 163:58,119[A ]| Quicken the Squadrons in$4$ their Flight; 163:58,120[A ]| And bid the D***l take the slowest. 163:58,121[A ]| Think not what Reason to$9$ produce, 163:58,122[A ]| From LOUIS to$9$ conceal thy Fear: 163:58,123[A ]| He will$1$ own the Strength of thy Excuse; 163:58,124[A ]| Tell him that$3$ WILLIAM was but there. 163:58,000[' ]| 163:58,125[A ]| Now let us look for$4$ LOUIS' Feather, 163:58,126[A ]| That$6#1$ used to$9$ shine so$5#1$ like$4$ a Star: 163:58,127[A ]| The Generals could not get together, 163:58,128[A ]| Wanting that$6#2$ Influence, great in$4$ War. 163:58,129[A ]| O Poet! Thou hadst been discreeter, 163:58,130[A ]| Hanging the Monarch's Hat so$5#1$ high; 163:58,131[A ]| If Thou hadst dubbed thy Star, a Meteor, 163:58,132[A ]| That$6#1$ did but blaze, and rove, and die. 163:58,000[' ]| 163:58,133[A ]| To$9$ animate the doubtful Fight, 163:58,134[A ]| \Namur\ in$4$ vain expects that$6#2$ Ray: 163:58,135[A ]| In$4$ vain \France\ hopes, the sickly Light 163:58,136[A ]| Should shine near WILLIAM's fuller Day. 163:58,137[A ]| It knows \Versailles\, its proper Station; 163:58,138[A ]| Nor cares for$4$ any foreign Sphere: 163:58,139[A ]| Where You see BOILEAU's Constellation, 163:58,140[A ]| Be sure no$2$ Danger can be near. 163:58,000[' ]| 163:58,141[A ]| The \French\ had gathered all their Force; 163:58,142[A ]| And WILLIAM met them in$4$ their Way: 163:58,143[A ]| Yet off they brushed, both Foot and Horse. 163:58,144[A ]| What has Friend BOILEAU left to$9$ say? 163:58,145[A ]| When his high Muse is bent upon$4$ it, 163:58,146[A ]| To$9$ sing her King, that$6#2$ Great Commander, 163:58,147[A ]| Or on$4$ the Shores of \Hellespont\, 163:58,148[A ]| Or in$4$ the Valleys near \Scamander\; 163:58,149[A ]| Would it not spoil his noble Task, 163:58,150[A ]| If any foolish \Phrygian\ there is, 163:58,151[A ]| Impertinent enough to$9$ ask, 163:58,152[A ]| How far \Namur\ may be from \Paris\? 163:58,000[' ]| 163:58,153[A ]| Two Stanzas more before we end, 163:58,154[A ]| Of Death, Pikes, Rocks, Arms, Bricks, and Fire: 163:58,155[A ]| Leave them behind You, honest Friend: 163:58,156[A ]| And with your Country-Men retire. 163:58,157[A ]| Your Ode is spoilt; \Namur\ is freed; 163:58,158[A ]| For$4$ \Dixmuyd\ something yet is due: 163:58,159[A ]| So$3$ good Count GUISCARD may proceed; 163:58,160[A ]| But BOUFFLERS, Sir, one Word, with you. ~~ 163:58,000[' ]| 163:58,161[A ]| It is done. In$4$ Sight of these Commanders, 163:58,162[A ]| Who$6#1$ neither Fight, nor raise the Siege, 163:58,163[A ]| The Foes of \France\ march safe through \Flanders\; 163:58,164[A ]| Divide to$4$ \Bruxelles\, or to$4$ \Liege\. 163:58,165[A ]| Send, FAME, this News to$4$ \Trianon\; 163:58,166[A ]| That$3$ BOUFFLERS may new Honours gain: 163:58,167[A ]| He the same Play by$4$ Land has shown, 163:58,168[A ]| As TOURVILLE did upon$4$ the Main. 163:58,169[A ]| Yet is the Marshal made a Peer: 163:58,170[A ]| O WILLIAM, may thy Arms advance; 163:58,171[A ]| That$3$ He may lose \Dinant\ next Year, 163:58,172[A ]| And so$3$ be Constable of \France\. 163:59,000@@@@@| 163:59,000[' ]| <\To My Lord Buckhurst, Very Young,\> 163:59,000[' ]| <\Playing with a Cat.\> 163:59,001[A ]| THE amorous Youth, whose tender Breast 163:59,002[A ]| Was by$4$ his darling Cat possessed, 163:59,003[A ]| Obtained of VENUS his Desire, 163:59,004[A ]| However irregular his Fire: 163:59,005[A ]| Nature the Power of Love obeyed: 163:59,006[A ]| The Cat became a blushing Maid; 163:59,007[A ]| And, on$4$ the happy Change, the Boy 163:59,008[A ]| Employed his Wonder, and his Joy. 163:59,009[A ]| Take care, O beauteous Child, take care, 163:59,010[A ]| Lest Thou prefer so$5#1$ rash a Prayer: 163:59,011[A ]| Now vainly hope, the Queen of Love 163:59,012[A ]| Will$1$ ever thy Favourite's Charms improve. 163:59,013[A ]| O quickly from her Shrine retreat; 163:59,014[A ]| Or tremble for$4$ thy Darling's Fate. 163:59,015[A ]| The Queen of Love, who$6#1$ soon will$1$ see 163:59,016[A ]| Her own ADONIS live in$4$ Thee, 163:59,017[A ]| Will$1$ lightly her first Loss deplore; 163:59,018[A ]| Will$1$ easily forgive the Boar: 163:59,019[A ]| Her Eyes with Tears no$2$ more will$1$ flow; 163:59,020[A ]| With jealous Rage her Breast will$1$ glow: 163:59,021[A ]| And on$4$ her tabby Rival's Face 163:59,022[A ]| She deep will$1$ mark her new Disgrace. 163:60,000@@@@@| 163:60,000[' ]| <\A Prologue made for Lord Buckhurst to\> 163:60,000[' ]| <\Speak at Westminster at Christmas 1695.\> 163:60,001[B ]| PISH, Lord, I wish this Prologue was but Greek, 163:60,002[B ]| The Young CLEONIDES would boldly speak: 163:60,003[B ]| But can Lord*BUCKHURST in$4$ poor ENGLISH say, 163:60,004[B ]| Gentle Spectators pray Excuse the Play? 163:60,005[B ]| No$7$, witness all ye Gods of Ancient GREECE, 163:60,006[B ]| Rather than Condescend to$4$ Terms like$4$ These 163:60,007[B ]| I would go to$4$ School six Hours on$4$ Christmas Day 163:60,008[B ]| Or construe PERSIUS while my Comrades play. 163:60,009[B ]| Such Work by$4$ Hireling Actors should be done 163:60,010[B ]| Who$6#1$ tremble when they see a Critic frown. 163:60,011[B ]| Poor Rogues that$6#1$ smart like$4$ Fencers for$4$ their Bread, 163:60,012[B ]| And if they are not wounded are not fed. 163:60,013[B ]| But, Sirs, Our Labour has more noble Ends 163:60,014[B ]| We Act our Tragedy to$9$ see our Friends. 163:60,015[B ]| Our generous Scenes are for$4$ pure Love repeated 163:60,016[B ]| And if You are not pleased, at least You are Treated. 163:60,017[B ]| The Candles and the Clothes ourselves we bought, 163:60,018[B ]| Our Tops neglected and our Balls forgot. 163:60,019[B ]| To$9$ learn our Parts, we left our Midnight bed, 163:60,020[B ]| Most of You snored whilst CLEOMENES read; 163:60,021[B ]| Not that$3$ from this Confession we would Sue 163:60,022[B ]| Praise undeserved; We know ourselves and You. 163:60,023[B ]| Resolved to$9$ Stand or Perish by$4$ our Cause 163:60,024[B ]| We neither Censure Fear or beg Applause, 163:60,025[B ]| For$3$ those are WESTMINSTER and SPARTA's Laws. 163:60,026[B ]| Yet if we see some Judgment well inclined, 163:60,027[B ]| To$4$ Young Desert and growing Virtue kind, 163:60,028[B ]| That$6#2$ Critic by$4$ ten thousand Marks should know 163:60,029[B ]| The greatest Souls to$4$ Goodness only Bow; 163:60,030[B ]| And that$3$ Your little HERO does inherit 163:60,031[B ]| Not CLEOMENES more than DORSET'S Spirit. 163:61,000@@@@@| 163:61,000[' ]| <1696> 163:61,000[' ]| <\Presented to the King, at his Arrival\> 163:61,000[' ]| <\in Holland, after the Discovery\> 163:61,000[' ]| <\of the Conspiracy 1696.\> 163:61,000[' ]| <\7Serus 7in 7co*elum 7redeas; 7diuque\> 163:61,000[' ]| <\7La*etus 7intersis 7populo\ 7QUIRINI:> 163:61,000[' ]| <\7Neve 7Te 7nostris 7vitiis 7iniquum\> 163:61,000[' ]| <\7Ocyor 7aura\> 163:61,000[' ]| <\7Tollat\ ~~ Hor. 7ad 7Augustum.> 163:61,001[A ]| YE careful Angels, whom eternal Fate 163:61,002[A ]| Ordains, on$4$ Earth and human Acts to$9$ wait; 163:61,003[A ]| Who$6#1$ turn with secret Power this restless Ball, 163:61,004[A ]| And bid predestined Empires rise and fall: 163:61,005[A ]| Your sacred Aid religious Monarchs own; 163:61,006[A ]| When first They merit, then ascend the Throne: 163:61,007[A ]| But Tyrants dread Ye, lest your just Decree 163:61,008[A ]| Transfer the Power, and set the People free: 163:61,009[A ]| See rescued BRITAIN at your Altars bow: 163:61,010[A ]| And hear her Hymns your happy Care avow: 163:61,011[A ]| That$3$ still her Axes and her Rods support 163:61,012[A ]| The Judge's Frown, and grace the awful Court: 163:61,013[A ]| That$3$ Law with all her pompous Terror stands, 163:61,014[A ]| To$9$ wrest the Dagger from the Traitor's Hands; 163:61,015[A ]| And rigid Justice reads the fatal Word; 163:61,016[A ]| Poises the Balance first, then draws the Sword. 163:61,017[A ]| BRITAIN Her Safety to$4$ your Guidance owns, 163:61,018[A ]| That$3$ She can separate Patricides from Sons; 163:61,019[A ]| That$3$, impious Rage disarmed, She lives and Reigns, 163:61,020[A ]| Her Freedom kept by$4$ Him, who$6#1$ broke her Chains. 163:61,021[A ]| And Thou, great Minister, above the rest 163:61,022[A ]| Of Guardian Spirits, be Thou forever blest: 163:61,023[A ]| Thou, who$6#1$ of old wert sent to$4$ ISRAEL's Court, 163:61,024[A ]| With secret Aid great DAVID's strong Support; 163:61,025[A ]| To$9$ mock the frantic Rage of cruel SAUL; 163:61,026[A ]| And strike the useless Javelin to$4$ the Wall. 163:61,027[A ]| Thy later Care over WILLIAM's Temples held, 163:61,028[A ]| On$4$ BOYN's propitious Banks, the heavenly Shield; 163:61,029[A ]| When Power Divine did Sovereign Right declare; 163:61,030[A ]| And Cannons marked, Whom They were bid to$9$ spare. 163:61,031[A ]| Still, blessed Angel, be Thy Care the same; 163:61,032[A ]| Be WILLIAM's Life untouched, as is his Fame: 163:61,033[A ]| Let Him own Thine, as BRITAIN owns His Hand: 163:61,034[A ]| Save Thou the King, as He has saved the Land. 163:61,035[A ]| We Angels' Forms in$4$ pious Monarchs view: 163:61,036[A ]| We reverence WILLIAM; for$3$ He acts like$4$ You; 163:61,037[A ]| Like$4$ You, Commissioned to$9$ chastise and bless, 163:61,038[A ]| He must avenge the World, and give it Peace. 163:61,039[A ]| Indulgent Fate our potent Prayer receives; 163:61,040[A ]| And still BRITANNIA smiles, and WILLIAM lives: 163:61,041[A ]| The Hero dear to$4$ Earth, by$4$ Heaven beloved, 163:61,042[A ]| By$4$ Troubles must be vexed, by$4$ Dangers proved: 163:61,043[A ]| His Foes must aid to$9$ make his Fame complete, 163:61,044[A ]| And fix his Throne secure on$4$ their Defeat. 163:61,045[A ]| So$3$, though with sudden Rage the Tempest comes; 163:61,046[A ]| Though the Winds roar; and though the Water foams; 163:61,047[A ]| Imperial BRITAIN on$4$ the Sea looks down, 163:61,048[A ]| And smiling sees her Rebel Subject frown: 163:61,049[A ]| Striking her Cliff the Storm confirms her Power: 163:61,050[A ]| The Waves but whiten her Triumphant Shore: 163:61,051[A ]| In$4$ vain They would advance, in$4$ vain retreat: 163:61,052[A ]| Broken They dash, and perish at her Feet. 163:61,053[A ]| For$4$ WILLIAM still new Wonders shall be shown: 163:61,054[A ]| The Powers that$6#1$ rescued, shall preserve the Throne. 163:61,055[A ]| Safe on$4$ his Darling BRITAIN's joyful Sea, 163:61,056[A ]| Behold, the Monarch ploughs his liquid Way: 163:61,057[A ]| His Fleets in$4$ Thunder through the World declare, 163:61,058[A ]| Whose Empire they obey, whose Arms they bear. 163:61,059[A ]| Blessed by$4$ aspiring Winds He finds the Strand 163:61,060[A ]| Blackened with Crowds; He sees the nation's strand 163:61,061[A ]| Blessing his Safety, proud of his Command. 163:61,062[A ]| In$4$ various Tongues He hears the Captains dwell 163:61,063[A ]| On$4$ their great Leader's Praise; by$4$ Turns They tell, 163:61,064[A ]| And listen, each with emulous Glory fired, 163:61,065[A ]| How WILLIAM conquered, and how FRANCE retired; 163:61,066[A ]| How BELGIA freed the Hero's Arm confessed, 163:61,067[A ]| But trembled for$4$ the Courage which$6#1$ She blest. 163:61,068[A ]| O LOUIS, from this great Example know, 163:61,069[A ]| To$9$ be at once a Hero, and a Foe: 163:61,070[A ]| By$4$ sounding Trumpets, Hear, and rattling Drums, 163:61,071[A ]| When WILLIAM to$4$ the open Vengeance comes; 163:61,072[A ]| And See the Soldier plead the Monarch's Right, 163:61,073[A ]| Heading His Troops, and Foremost in$4$ the Fight. 163:61,074[A ]| Hence then, close Ambush and perfidious War, 163:61,075[A ]| Down to$4$ your Native Seats of Night repair. 163:61,076[A ]| And Thou, BELLONA, weep thy cruel Pride 163:61,077[A ]| Restrained, behind the Victor's Chariot tied 163:61,078[A ]| In$4$ brazen Knots, and everlasting Chains. 163:61,079[A ]| (So$3$ EUROPE's Peace, so$3$ WILLIAM's Fate ordains.) 163:61,080[A ]| While on$4$ the Ivory Chair, in$4$ happy State 163:61,081[A ]| He sits, Secure in$4$ Innocence, and Great 163:61,082[A ]| In$4$ regal Clemency; and views beneath 163:61,083[A ]| Averted Darts of Rage, and pointless Arms of Death. 163:62,000@@@@@| 163:62,000[' ]| <\In a Window in Lord V***s\> 163:62,000[' ]| <\house\ 1696.> 163:62,001[A ]| IN$4$ Vain by$4$ Drugs and rules of Art 163:62,002[A ]| Poor Ratcliff would my Lungs ensure 163:62,003[A ]| They lie too near a wounded heart 163:62,004[A ]| Whose sickness Death alone can cure. 163:63,000@@@@@| 163:63,000[' ]| <\Written in the Year 1696.\> 163:63,001[A ]| WHILE with Labour Assiduous due pleasure I mix 163:63,002[A ]| And in$4$ one day atone for$4$ the Business of Six 163:63,003[A ]| In$4$ a little Dutch Chaise on$4$ a Saturday Night 163:63,004[A ]| On$4$ my left hand my Horace and **** on$4$ my right 163:63,005[A ]| No$2$ Memoir to$9$ compose and no$2$ Post-boy to$9$ move 163:63,006[A ]| That$6#1$ on$4$ Sunday may hinder the softness of Love: 163:63,007[A ]| For$4$ her, neither Visits nor Parties of Tea 163:63,008[A ]| Nor the long winded Cant of a dull 9Refuge=e 163:63,009[A ]| This Night and the next shall be Hers shall be Mine 163:63,010[A ]| To$4$ good or ill Fortune the Third we resign: 163:63,011[A ]| Thus Scorning the World and superior to$4$ Fate 163:63,012[A ]| I drive on$4$ my Car in$4$ processional State. 163:63,013[A ]| So$3$ with \Phia\ through \Athens Pissistratus\ rode 163:63,014[A ]| Men thought her \Minerva\ and Him a new God 163:63,015[A ]| But why should I stories of Athens rehearse 163:63,016[A ]| When People knew Love and were partial to$4$ Verse 163:63,017[A ]| Since none can with Justice my pleasures oppose 163:63,018[A ]| In$4$ \Holland\ half drownded in$4$ Interest and Prose: 163:63,019[A ]| By$4$ \Greece\ and past Ages what need I be tried 163:63,020[A ]| When the \Hague\ and the Present are both on$4$ my side 163:63,021[A ]| And is it enough for$4$ the Joys of the day 163:63,022[A ]| To$9$ think what \Anacreon\ or \Sapho\ would say 163:63,023[A ]| When good \Vandergoos\ and his provident 6Vrough 163:63,024[A ]| As they gaze on$4$ my Triumph do freely allow 163:63,025[A ]| That$3$ search all the province you will$1$ find no$2$ Man there is 163:63,026[A ]| So$5#1$ blest as the 6Englishen 6Heer*SECRETARIS. 163:64,000@@@@@| 163:64,000[' ]| <1697> 163:64,000[' ]| <\""Who would, says Dryden, Drink\> 163:64,000[' ]| <\this draught of Life""\> 163:64,001[B ]| WHO$6#2$ would, says Dryden, Drink this draught of Life 163:64,002[B ]| Blended with bitter Woes and tedious Strife 163:64,003[B ]| But that$3$ an Angel in$4$ Some Lucky hour 163:64,004[B ]| Does healing Drops into the Goblet pour? 163:64,005[B ]| When wearied I would Spill the baleful cup 163:64,006[B ]| Some Sparkling Bubble of delight springs up$5$: 163:64,007[B ]| My Sovereign or my friend was heard to$9$ tell 163:64,008[B ]| I served Him faithfully, or loved Him well. 163:64,009[B ]| Then easy hope deceives my flatterd taste 163:64,010[B ]| One Joy atones ten thousand evils past; 163:64,011[B ]| New Scenes of thought I from this model frame, 163:64,012[B ]| Consent to$9$ Live, that$3$ I my part may claim 163:64,013[B ]| In$4$ Townshend's Friendship or in$4$ William's fame. 163:65,000@@@@@| 163:65,000[' ]| <\A New Answer to An Argument\> 163:65,000[' ]| <\against a Standing Army.\> 163:65,001[A ]| WOULD they, who$6#1$ have Nine Years looked sour 163:65,002[A ]| Against a \French\, and \Popish\ Power, 163:65,003[A ]| Make Friends with both in$4$ half an Hour: 163:65,004[A ]| \This is the Time.\ 163:65,005[A ]| Would they discreetly break the Sword, 163:65,006[A ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ their Freedom was restored, 163:65,007[A ]| And put their Trust in$4$ \Lewis's\ Word: 163:65,008[A ]| \This is the Time.\ 163:65,009[A ]| Would they leave \England\ Unprotected, 163:65,010[A ]| To$9$ shew how well they are Affected, 163:65,011[A ]| And get themselves next Bout Elected! 163:65,012[A ]| \This is the Time.\ 163:65,013[A ]| Against the Soldiers' Lusts and Gullets, 163:65,014[A ]| Would they preserve their Wives and Pullets, 163:65,015[A ]| And break our Guns to$9$ save our Bullets: 163:65,016[A ]| \This is the Time.\ 163:65,017[A ]| Would they oblige a Winter Sea, 163:65,018[A ]| Their prudent Orders to$9$ obey, 163:65,019[A ]| Or keep a standing Wind in$4$ Pay, 163:65,020[A ]| \This is the Time.\ 163:65,021[A ]| Would they but say what they are pursuing, 163:65,022[A ]| Who$6#1$ they are advancing, who$6#1$ undoing, 163:65,023[A ]| Which$6#1$ pack of Knaves shall prove our Ruin: 163:65,024[A ]| \This is the Time.\ 163:65,025[A ]| In$4$ Gods Name let them shew their Games, 163:65,026[A ]| Fix us to$4$ one of their Extremes, 163:65,027[A ]| A Common-wealth, or else King \James\: 163:65,028[A ]| \This is the Time.\ 163:66,000@@@@@| 163:66,000[' ]| <\Upon this passage in Scaligerana.\> 163:66,000[' ]| <\9Les 9Allemans 9ne 9se 9soucient 9pas 9quel 9Vin 9ils\> 163:66,000[' ]| <\9boivent 9pourveu 9que 9ce 9soit 9Vin, 9ni 9quel 9Latin\> 163:66,000[' ]| <\9ils 9parlent 9pourveu 9que 9ce 9soit 9Latin.\> 163:66,001[A ]| WHEN You with 6Hogh Dutch 6Heeren dine, 163:66,002[A ]| Expect false Latin and Stumed wine: 163:66,003[A ]| They never taste who$6#1$ always drink: 163:66,004[A ]| They always talk, who$6#1$ never think. 163:67,000@@@@@| 163:67,000[' ]| <1699> 163:67,000[' ]| <\Carmen Seculare, For the Year 1700.\> 163:67,000[' ]| <\To the King.\> 163:67,000[' ]| <\7Aspice, 7venturo 7la*etentur 7ut 7Omnia 7Sa*ec'lo:\> 163:67,000[' ]| <\7O 7mihi 7tam 7longa*e 7maneat 7pars 7ultima 7vita*e\> 163:67,000[' ]| <\7Spiritus, 7& 7quantum 7sat 7erit 7tua 7dicere 7facta!\> 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,001[A ]| THY elder Look, Great JANUS, cast 163:67,002[A ]| Into the long Records of Ages past: 163:67,003[A ]| Review the Years in$4$ fairest Action dressed 163:67,004[A ]| With noted White, Superior to$4$ the rest; 163:67,005[A ]| A*ERAS derived, and Chronicles begun 163:67,006[A ]| From Empires founded, and from Battles won: 163:67,007[A ]| Show all the Spoils by$4$ valiant Kings achieved, 163:67,008[A ]| And groaning Nations by$4$ Their Arms relieved; 163:67,009[A ]| The Wounds of Patriots in$4$ Their Country's Cause, 163:67,010[A ]| And happy Power sustained by$4$ wholesome Laws: 163:67,011[A ]| In$4$ comely Rank call every Merit forth: 163:67,012[A ]| Imprint on$4$ every Act its Standard Worth: 163:67,013[A ]| The glorious Parallels then downward bring, 163:67,014[A ]| To$4$ Modern Wonders, and to$4$ BRITAIN's King: 163:67,015[A ]| With equal Justice and Historic Care 163:67,016[A ]| Their Laws, Their Toils, Their Arms with His compare: 163:67,017[A ]| Confess the various Attributes of Fame 163:67,018[A ]| Collected and complete in$4$ WILLIAM's Name: 163:67,019[A ]| To$4$ all the listening World relate, 163:67,020[A ]| (As Thou dost His story read) 163:67,021[A ]| That$3$ nothing went before so$5#1$ Great, 163:67,022[A ]| And nothing Greater can succeed. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,023[A ]| Thy Native LATIUM was Thy darling Care, 163:67,024[A ]| Prudent in$4$ Peace, and terrible in$4$ War: 163:67,025[A ]| The boldest Virtues that$6#1$ have governed Earth 163:67,026[A ]| From LATIUM's fruitful Womb derive their Birth. 163:67,027[A ]| Then turn to$4$ Her fair-written Page: 163:67,028[A ]| From dawning Childhood to$4$ established Age, 163:67,029[A ]| The Glories of Her Empire trace: 163:67,030[A ]| Confront the Heroes of Thy ROMAN Race: 163:67,031[A ]| And let the justest Palm the Victor's Temples grace. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,032[A ]| The son of MARS reduced the trembling Swains, 163:67,033[A ]| And spread His Empire over the distant Plains: 163:67,034[A ]| But yet the SABINS violated Charms 163:67,035[A ]| Obscured the Glory of His rising Arms. 163:67,036[A ]| NUMA the Rights of strict Religion knew; 163:67,037[A ]| On$4$ every Altar laid the Incense due; 163:67,038[A ]| Unskilled to$9$ dart the pointed Spear, 163:67,039[A ]| Or lead the forward Youth to$4$ noble War. 163:67,040[A ]| Stern BRUTUS was with too much Horror good, 163:67,041[A ]| Holding his \Fasces\ stained with Filial Blood. 163:67,042[A ]| FABIUS was Wise, but with Excess of Care: 163:67,043[A ]| He saved his Country; but prolonged the War: 163:67,044[A ]| While DECIUS, PAULUS, CURIUS greatly Fought; 163:67,045[A ]| And by$4$ Their strict Examples taught, 163:67,046[A ]| How wild Desires should be controlled; 163:67,047[A ]| And how much brighter Virtue was, than Gold; 163:67,048[A ]| They scarce Their swelling Thirst of Fame could hide; 163:67,049[A ]| And boasted Poverty with too much Pride. 163:67,050[A ]| Excess in$4$ Youth made SCIPIO less Revered: 163:67,051[A ]| And CATO dying seemed to$9$ own, He Feared. 163:67,052[A ]| JULIUS with Honour tamed ROME's foreign Foes: 163:67,053[A ]| But Patriots fell, before the Dictator rose. 163:67,054[A ]| And while with Clemency AUGUSTUS reigned; 163:67,055[A ]| The Monarch was adored; the City chained. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,056[A ]| With justest Honour be Their Merits dressed: 163:67,057[A ]| But be Their Failings too confessed: 163:67,058[A ]| Their Virtue, like$4$ their TYBER's Flood 163:67,059[A ]| Rolling, its Course designed the Country's Good: 163:67,060[A ]| But oft the Torrent's too impetuous Speed 163:67,061[A ]| From the low Earth tore some polluting Weed: 163:67,062[A ]| And with the Blood of JOVE there always ran 163:67,063[A ]| Some viler Part, some Tincture of the Man. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,064[A ]| Few Virtues after These so$5#1$ far prevail, 163:67,065[A ]| But that$3$ Their Vices more than turn the Scale: 163:67,066[A ]| Valour grown wild by$4$ Pride, and Power by$4$ Rage, 163:67,067[A ]| Did the true Charms of Majesty impair; 163:67,068[A ]| ROME by$4$ Degrees advancing more in$4$ Age, 163:67,069[A ]| Showed sad Remains of what had once been fair: 163:67,070[A ]| Till Heaven a better Race of Men supplies; 163:67,071[A ]| And Glory shoots new Beams from Western Skies. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,072[A ]| Turn then to$4$ PHARAMOND, and CHARLEMAIN, 163:67,073[A ]| And the long Heroes of the GALLIC Strain; 163:67,074[A ]| Experienced Chiefs, for$4$ hardy Prowess known, 163:67,075[A ]| And bloody Wreaths in$4$ venturous Battles won. 163:67,076[A ]| From the First WILLIAM, our great NORMAN King, 163:67,077[A ]| The bold PLANTAGENETS, and TUDORS bring; 163:67,078[A ]| Illustrious Virtues, who$6#1$ by$4$ turns have rose, 163:67,079[A ]| In$4$ foreign Fields to$9$ check BRITANNIA's Foes; 163:67,080[A ]| With happy Laws Her Empire to$9$ sustain; 163:67,081[A ]| And with full Power assert Her ambient Main: 163:67,082[A ]| But sometimes too Industrious to$9$ be Great, 163:67,083[A ]| Nor Patient to$9$ expect the Turns of Fate, 163:67,084[A ]| They opened Camps deformed by$4$ Civil Fight: 163:67,085[A ]| And made proud Conquest trample over Right: 163:67,086[A ]| Disparted BRITAIN mourned Their doubtful Sway; 163:67,087[A ]| And dreaded Both, when Neither would obey. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,088[A ]| From DIDIER, and Imperial ADOLPH trace 163:67,089[A ]| The Glorious Offspring of the NASSAW Race, 163:67,090[A ]| Devoted Lives to$4$ Public Liberty; 163:67,091[A ]| The Chief still dying, or the Country free. 163:67,092[A ]| Then see the Kindred Blood of ORANGE flow, 163:67,093[A ]| From warlike CORNET, through the Loins of BEAU; 163:67,094[A ]| Through CHALON next; and there with NASSAW join, 163:67,095[A ]| From RHONE's fair Banks transplanted to$4$ the RHINE. 163:67,096[A ]| Bring next the Royal List of STUARTS forth, 163:67,097[A ]| Undaunted Minds, that$6#1$ ruled the rugged North; 163:67,098[A ]| Till Heaven's Decrees by$4$ ripening Times are shown; 163:67,099[A ]| Till SCOTLAND's Kings ascend the ENGLISH Throne; 163:67,100[A ]| And the fair Rivals live forever One. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,101[A ]| JANUS, mighty Deity, 163:67,102[A ]| Be kind; and as Thy searching Eye 163:67,103[A ]| Does our Modern Story trace, 163:67,104[A ]| Finding some of STUART's Race 163:67,105[A ]| Unhappy, pass Their Annals by$5$: 163:67,106[A ]| No$2$ harsh Reflection let Remembrance raise: 163:67,107[A ]| Forbear to$9$ mention, what Thou canst not praise: 163:67,108[A ]| But as Thou dwellest upon$4$ that$6#2$ Heavenly Name, 163:67,109[A ]| To$4$ Grief forever Sacred, as to$4$ Fame, 163:67,110[A ]| Oh! read it to$4$ Thyself; in$4$ Silence weep; 163:67,111[A ]| And Thy convulsive Sorrows inward keep; 163:67,112[A ]| Lest BRITAIN's Grief should waken at the Sound; 163:67,113[A ]| And Blood gush fresh from Her eternal Wound. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,114[A ]| Whither wouldst Thou further look? 163:67,115[A ]| Read WILLIAM's Acts, and close the ample Book: 163:67,116[A ]| Peruse the Wonders of His dawning Life; 163:67,117[A ]| How, like$4$ ALCIDES, He began; 163:67,118[A ]| With Infant Patience calmed Seditious Strife, 163:67,119[A ]| And quelled the Snakes which$6#1$ round his Cradle ran. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,120[A ]| Describe His Youth, attentive to$4$ Alarms, 163:67,121[A ]| By$4$ Dangers formed, and perfected in$4$ Arms: 163:67,122[A ]| When Conquering, mild; when Conquered, not disgraced; 163:67,123[A ]| By$4$ Wrongs not lessened, nor by$4$ Triumphs raised: 163:67,124[A ]| Superior to$4$ the blind Events 163:67,125[A ]| Of little Human Accidents; 163:67,126[A ]| And constant to$4$ His first Decree, 163:67,127[A ]| To$9$ curb the Proud, to$9$ set the Injured free; 163:67,128[A ]| To$9$ bow the haughty Neck, and raise the suppliant Knee. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,129[A ]| His opening Years to$4$ riper Manhood bring; 163:67,130[A ]| And see the Hero perfect in$4$ the King: 163:67,131[A ]| Imperious Arms by$4$ Manly Reason swayed, 163:67,132[A ]| And Power Supreme by$4$ free Consent obeyed: 163:67,133[A ]| With how much Haste His Mercy meets his Foes: 163:67,134[A ]| And how unbounded His Forgiveness flows: 163:67,135[A ]| With what Desire He makes His Subjects blessed, 163:67,136[A ]| His Favours granted before His Throne addressed: 163:67,137[A ]| What Trophies over our captived Hearts He rears, 163:67,138[A ]| By$4$ Arts of Peace more potent, than by$4$ Wars: 163:67,139[A ]| How over Himself, as over the World, He Reigns, 163:67,140[A ]| His Morals strengthening, what His Law ordains. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,141[A ]| Through all His Thread of Life already spun, 163:67,142[A ]| Becoming Grace and proper Action run: 163:67,143[A ]| The Piece by$4$ VIRTUE's equal Hand is wrought, 163:67,144[A ]| Mixed with no$2$ Crime, and shaded with no$2$ Fault: 163:67,145[A ]| No$2$ Footsteps of the Victor's Rage 163:67,146[A ]| Left in$4$ the Camp, where WILLIAM did engage: 163:67,147[A ]| No$2$ Tincture of the Monarch's Pride 163:67,148[A ]| Upon$4$ the Royal Purple spied: 163:67,149[A ]| His Fame, like$4$ Gold, the more it is tried, 163:67,150[A ]| The more shall its intrinsic Worth proclaim; 163:67,151[A ]| Shall pass the Combat of the searching Flame, 163:67,152[A ]| And triumph over the vanquished Heat, 163:67,153[A ]| Forever coming out the same, 163:67,154[A ]| And losing nor its LUSTRE, nor its Weight. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,155[A ]| JANUS be to$4$ WILLIAM just; 163:67,156[A ]| To$4$ faithful HISTORY His Actions trust: 163:67,157[A ]| Command Her, with peculiar Care 163:67,158[A ]| To$9$ trace each Toil, and comment every War: 163:67,159[A ]| His saving Wonders bid Her write 163:67,160[A ]| In$4$ Characters distinctly bright; 163:67,161[A ]| That$3$ each revolving Age may read 163:67,162[A ]| The Patriot's Piety, the Hero's Deed: 163:67,163[A ]| And still the Sire inculcate to$4$ his Son 163:67,164[A ]| Transmissive Lessons of the King's Renown: 163:67,165[A ]| That$3$ WILLIAM's Glory still may live; 163:67,166[A ]| When all that$6#1$ present Age can give, 163:67,167[A ]| The Pillared Marble, and the Tablet Brass, 163:67,168[A ]| Mouldering, drop the Victor's Praise: 163:67,169[A ]| When the great Monuments of His Power 163:67,170[A ]| Shall now be visible no$2$ more: 163:67,171[A ]| When SAMBRE shall have changed her winding Flood; 163:67,172[A ]| And Children ask, where NAMUR stood. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,173[A ]| NAMUR, proud City, how her Towers were armed! 163:67,174[A ]| How she contemned the approaching Foe! 163:67,175[A ]| Till She by$4$ WILLIAM's Trumpets was alarmed, 163:67,176[A ]| And shook, and sunk, and fell beneath His Blow. 163:67,177[A ]| JOVE and PALLAS, mighty Powers, 163:67,178[A ]| Guided the Hero to$4$ the hostile Towers. 163:67,179[A ]| PERSEUS seemed less swift in$4$ War, 163:67,180[A ]| When, winged with Speed, he flew through Air. 163:67,181[A ]| Embattled Nations strive in$4$ vain 163:67,182[A ]| The Hero's Glory to$9$ restrain: 163:67,183[A ]| Streams armed with Rocks, and Mountains red with Fire 163:67,184[A ]| In$4$ vain against His Force conspire. 163:67,185[A ]| Behold Him from the dreadful Height appear! 163:67,186[A ]| And lo! BRITANNIA's Lions waving there. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,187[A ]| EUROPE freed, and FRANCE repelled 163:67,188[A ]| The Hero from the Height beheld: 163:67,189[A ]| He spake the Word, that$3$ War and Rage should cease: 163:67,190[A ]| He bid the MAESE and RHINE in$4$ Safety flow; 163:67,191[A ]| And dictated a lasting Peace 163:67,192[A ]| To$4$ the rejoicing World below: 163:67,193[A ]| To$4$ rescued States, and vindicated Crowns 163:67,194[A ]| His Equal Hand prescribed their ancient Bounds; 163:67,195[A ]| Ordained whom every Province should obey; 163:67,196[A ]| How far each Monarch should extend His Sway: 163:67,197[A ]| Taught them how Clemency made Power revered; 163:67,198[A ]| And that$3$ the Prince Beloved was truly Feared. 163:67,199[A ]| Firm by$4$ His Side unspotted HONOUR stood, 163:67,200[A ]| Pleased to$9$ confess Him not so$5#1$ Great as Good: 163:67,201[A ]| His Head with brighter Beams fair VIRTUE decked, 163:67,202[A ]| Than Those which$6#1$ all His numerous Crowns reflect: 163:67,203[A ]| Established FREEDOM clapped her joyful Wings; 163:67,204[A ]| Proclaimed the First of Men, and Best of Kings. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,205[A ]| Whither would the Muse aspire 163:67,206[A ]| With PINDAR's Rage without his Fire? 163:67,207[A ]| Pardon me, JANUS, it was a Fault, 163:67,208[A ]| Created by$4$ too great a Thought: 163:67,209[A ]| Mindless of the God and Day, 163:67,210[A ]| I from thy Altars, JANUS, stray, 163:67,211[A ]| From Thee, and from Myself born far away. 163:67,212[A ]| The fiery PEGASUS disdains 163:67,213[A ]| To$9$ mind the Rider's Voice, or hear the Reins: 163:67,214[A ]| When glorious Fields and opening Camps He views; 163:67,215[A ]| He runs with an unbounded Loose: 163:67,216[A ]| Hardly the Muse can sit the headstrong Horse: 163:67,217[A ]| Nor would She, if She could, check his impetuous Force: 163:67,218[A ]| With the glad Noise the Cliffs and Valleys ring; 163:67,219[A ]| While She through Earth and Air pursues the King. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,220[A ]| She now beholds Him on$4$ the BELGIC Shore; 163:67,221[A ]| Whilst BRITAIN's Tears His ready Help implore, 163:67,222[A ]| Dissembling for$4$ Her sake his rising Cares, 163:67,223[A ]| And with wise Silence pondering vengeful Wars. 163:67,224[A ]| She through the raging Ocean now 163:67,225[A ]| Views Him advancing His auspicious Prow; 163:67,226[A ]| Combating adverse Winds and Winter Seas, 163:67,227[A ]| Sighing the Moments that$6#1$ defer Our Ease; 163:67,228[A ]| Daring to$9$ wield the Sceptre's dangerous Weight, 163:67,229[A ]| And taking the Command, to$9$ save the State: 163:67,230[A ]| Though before the doubtful Gift can be secured, 163:67,231[A ]| New Wars must be sustained, new Wounds endured. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,232[A ]| Through rough IERNE's Camp She sounds Alarms, 163:67,233[A ]| And Kingdoms yet to$9$ be redeemed by$4$ Arms; 163:67,234[A ]| In$4$ the dank Marshes finds her glorious Theme; 163:67,235[A ]| And plunges after Him through BOYN's fierce Stream. 163:67,236[A ]| She bids the NEREIDS run with trembling Haste, 163:67,237[A ]| To$9$ tell old OCEAN how the Hero past. 163:67,238[A ]| The God rebukes their Fear, and owns the Praise 163:67,239[A ]| Worthy that$6#2$ Arm, Whose Empire He obeys. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,240[A ]| Back to$4$ His ALBION She delights to$9$ bring 163:67,241[A ]| The humblest Victor, and the kindest King. 163:67,242[A ]| ALBION, with open Triumph would receive 163:67,243[A ]| Her Hero, nor obtains His Leave: 163:67,244[A ]| Firm He rejects the Altars She would raise; 163:67,245[A ]| And thanks the Zeal, while He declines the Praise. 163:67,246[A ]| Again She follows Him through BELGIA's Land, 163:67,247[A ]| And Countries often saved by$4$ WILLIAM's Hand; 163:67,248[A ]| Hears joyful Nations bless those happy Toils, 163:67,249[A ]| Which$6#1$ freed the People, but returned the Spoils. 163:67,250[A ]| In$4$ various Views She tries her constant Theme; 163:67,251[A ]| Finds Him in$4$ Councils, and in$4$ Arms the Same: 163:67,252[A ]| When certain to$9$ overcome, inclined to$9$ save, 163:67,253[A ]| Tardy to$4$ Vengeance, and with Mercy, Brave. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,254[A ]| Sudden another Scene employs her Sight: 163:67,255[A ]| She sets her Hero in$4$ another Light: 163:67,256[A ]| Paints His great Mind Superior to$4$ Success, 163:67,257[A ]| Declining Conquest, to$9$ establish Peace: 163:67,258[A ]| She brings ASTREA down to$4$ Earth again, 163:67,259[A ]| And Quiet, brooding over His future Reign. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,260[A ]| Then with unwearied Wing the Goddess soars 163:67,261[A ]| East, over DANUBE and PROPONTIS Shores; 163:67,262[A ]| Where jarring Empires ready to$9$ engage, 163:67,263[A ]| Retard their Armies, and suspend their Rage; 163:67,264[A ]| Till WILLIAM's Word, like$4$ That$6#2$ of Fate, declares, 163:67,265[A ]| If They shall study Peace, or lengthen Wars. 163:67,266[A ]| How sacred His Renown for$4$ equal Laws, 163:67,267[A ]| To$4$ whom the World defers its Common Cause! 163:67,268[A ]| How fair His Friendships, and His Leagues how just, 163:67,269[A ]| Whom every Nation courts, Whom all Religions trust! 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,270[A ]| From the MA*EOTIS to$4$ the Northern Sea, 163:67,271[A ]| The Goddess wings her desperate Way; 163:67,272[A ]| Sees the young MUSCOVITE, the mighty Head, 163:67,273[A ]| Whose Sovereign Terror forty Nations dread, 163:67,274[A ]| Enamoured with a greater Monarch's Praise, 163:67,275[A ]| And passing half the Earth to$4$ His Embrace: 163:67,276[A ]| She in$4$ His Rule beholds His VOLGA's Force, 163:67,277[A ]| Over Precipices, with impetuous Sway 163:67,278[A ]| Breaking, and as He rolls his rapid Course, 163:67,279[A ]| Drowning, or bearing down, whatever meets his Way. 163:67,280[A ]| But her own King She likens to$4$ His THAMES, 163:67,281[A ]| With gentle Course devolving fruitful Streams: 163:67,282[A ]| Serene yet Strong, Majestic yet Sedate, 163:67,283[A ]| Swift without Violence, without Terror Great. 163:67,284[A ]| Each ardent Nymph the rising Current craves: 163:67,285[A ]| Each Shepherd's Prayer retards the parting Waves: 163:67,286[A ]| The Vales along the Bank their Sweets disclose: 163:67,287[A ]| Fresh Flowers forever rise; and fruitful Harvest grows. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,288[A ]| Yet whither would the adventurous Goddess go? 163:67,289[A ]| Sees She not Clouds, and Earth, and Main below? 163:67,290[A ]| Minds She the Dangers of the LYCIAN Coast, 163:67,291[A ]| And Fields, where mad BELEROPHON was lost? 163:67,292[A ]| Or is Her towering Flight reclaimed 163:67,293[A ]| By$4$ Seas from ICARUS's Downfall named? 163:67,294[A ]| Vain is the Call, and useless the Advice: 163:67,295[A ]| To$4$ wise Persuasion Deaf, and human Cries, 163:67,296[A ]| Yet upward She incessant flies; 163:67,297[A ]| Resolved to$9$ reach the high Empyrean Sphere, 163:67,298[A ]| And tell Great JOVE, She sings His Image here; 163:67,299[A ]| To$9$ ask for$4$ WILLIAM an Olympic Crown, 163:67,300[A ]| To$4$ CHROMIUS' Strength and THERON's Speed unknown: 163:67,301[A ]| Till lost in$4$ trackless Fields of shining Day, 163:67,302[A ]| Unable to$9$ discern the Way 163:67,303[A ]| Which$6#1$ NASSAW's Virtues only could explore, 163:67,304[A ]| Untouched, unknown, to$4$ any Muse before, 163:67,305[A ]| She, from the noble Precipices thrown, 163:67,306[A ]| Comes rushing with uncommon Ruin down. 163:67,307[A ]| Glorious Attempt! Unhappy Fate! 163:67,308[A ]| The Song too daring, and the Theme too great! 163:67,309[A ]| Yet rather thus She wills to$9$ die, 163:67,310[A ]| Than in$4$ continued Annals live, to$9$ sing 163:67,311[A ]| A second Hero, or a vulgar King; 163:67,312[A ]| And with ignoble Safety fly 163:67,313[A ]| In$4$ sight of Earth, along a middle Sky. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,314[A ]| To$4$ JANUS' Altars, and the numerous Throng, 163:67,315[A ]| That$6#1$ round his mystic Temple press, 163:67,316[A ]| For$4$ WILLIAM's Life, and ALBION's Peace, 163:67,317[A ]| Ambitious Muse reduce the roving SONG. 163:67,318[A ]| JANUS, cast Thy forward Eye 163:67,319[A ]| Future, into great RHEA's pregnant Womb; 163:67,320[A ]| Where young Ideas brooding lie, 163:67,321[A ]| And tender Images of Things to$9$ come: 163:67,322[A ]| Till by$4$ Thy high Commands released; 163:67,323[A ]| Till by$4$ Thy Hand in$4$ proper Atoms dressed, 163:67,324[A ]| In$4$ decent Order They advance to$4$ Light; 163:67,325[A ]| Yet then too swiftly fleet by$4$ human Sight; 163:67,326[A ]| And meditate too soon their everlasting Flight. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,327[A ]| Nor Beaks of Ships in$4$ Naval Triumph born, 163:67,328[A ]| Nor Standards from the hostile Ramparts torn, 163:67,329[A ]| Nor Trophies brought from Battles won, 163:67,330[A ]| Nor Oaken Wreath, nor Mural Crown 163:67,331[A ]| Can any future Honours give 163:67,332[A ]| To$4$ the Victorious Monarch's Name: 163:67,333[A ]| The Plenitude of WILLIAM's Fame 163:67,334[A ]| Can no$2$ accumulated Stores receive. 163:67,335[A ]| Shut then, auspicious God, Thy Sacred Gate, 163:67,336[A ]| And make Us Happy, as our King is Great. 163:67,337[A ]| Be kind, and with a milder Hand, 163:67,338[A ]| Closing the Volume of the finished Age, 163:67,339[A ]| (Though Noble, it was an Iron Page) 163:67,340[A ]| A more delightful Leaf expand, 163:67,341[A ]| Free from Alarms, and fierce BELLONA's Rage: 163:67,342[A ]| Bid the great Months begin their joyful Round, 163:67,343[A ]| By$4$ FLORA some, and some by$4$ CERES Crowned: 163:67,344[A ]| Teach the glad Hours to$9$ scatter, as they fly, 163:67,345[A ]| Soft Quiet, gentle Love, and endless Joy: 163:67,346[A ]| Lead forth the Years for$4$ Peace and Plenty famed, 163:67,347[A ]| From SATURN's Rule, and better Metal named. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,348[A ]| Secure by$4$ WILLIAM's Care let BRITAIN stand; 163:67,349[A ]| Nor dread the bold Invader's Hand: 163:67,350[A ]| From adverse Shores in$4$ Safety let Her hear 163:67,351[A ]| Foreign Calamity, and distant War; 163:67,352[A ]| Of which$6#1$ let Her, great Heaven, no$2$ Portion bear. 163:67,353[A ]| Between the Nations let Her hold the Scale; 163:67,354[A ]| And as She wills, let either Part prevail: 163:67,355[A ]| Let her glad Valleys smile with wavy Corn: 163:67,356[A ]| Let fleecy Flocks her rising Hills adorn: 163:67,357[A ]| Around her Coast let strong Defence be spread: 163:67,358[A ]| Let fair Abundance on$4$ her Breast be shed: 163:67,359[A ]| And Heavenly Sweets bloom round the Goddess' Head. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,360[A ]| Where the white Towers and ancient Roofs did stand, 163:67,361[A ]| Remains of WOLSEY's or great HENRY's Hand, 163:67,362[A ]| To$4$ Age now yielding, or devoured by$4$ Flame; 163:67,363[A ]| Let a young PHENIX raise her towering Head: 163:67,364[A ]| Her Wings with lengthened Honour let Her spread; 163:67,365[A ]| And by$4$ her Greatness show her Builder's Fame. 163:67,366[A ]| August and Open, as the Hero's Mind, 163:67,367[A ]| Be her capacious Courts designed: 163:67,368[A ]| Let every Sacred Pillar bear 163:67,369[A ]| Trophies of Arms, and Monuments of War. 163:67,370[A ]| The King shall there in$4$ PARIAN Marble breathe, 163:67,371[A ]| His Shoulder bleeding fresh; and at His Feet 163:67,372[A ]| Disarmed shall lie the threatening DEATH: 163:67,373[A ]| (For$3$ so$5#2$ was saving JOVE's Decree complete.) 163:67,374[A ]| Behind, That$6#2$ Angel shall be placed, whose Shield 163:67,375[A ]| Saved EUROPE, in$4$ the Blow repelled: 163:67,376[A ]| On$4$ the firm Basis, from his Oozy Bed 163:67,377[A ]| BOYN shall raise his Laurel's Head; 163:67,378[A ]| And his Immortal Stream be known, 163:67,379[A ]| Artfully waving through the wounded Stone. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,380[A ]| And Thou, Imperial WINDSOR, stand enlarged, 163:67,381[A ]| With all the Monarch's Trophies charged: 163:67,382[A ]| Thou, the fair Heaven, that$6#1$ dost the Stars enclose, 163:67,383[A ]| Which$6#1$ WILLIAM's Bosom wears, or Hand bestows 163:67,384[A ]| On$4$ the great Champions who$6#1$ support his Throne, 163:67,385[A ]| And Virtues nearest to$4$ His own. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,386[A ]| Round ORMOND's Knee Thou tiest the Mystic String, 163:67,387[A ]| That$6#1$ makes the Knight Companion to$4$ the King. 163:67,388[A ]| From glorious Camps returned, and foreign Fields, 163:67,389[A ]| Bowing before thy sainted Warrior's Shrine, 163:67,390[A ]| Fast by$4$ his great Forefather's Coats, and Shields 163:67,391[A ]| Blazoned from BOHUN's, or from BUTLER's Line, 163:67,392[A ]| He hangs His Arms; nor fears those Arms should shine 163:67,393[A ]| With an unequal Ray; or that$3$ His Deed 163:67,394[A ]| With paler Glory should recede, 163:67,395[A ]| Eclipsed by$4$ Theirs; or lessened by$4$ the Fame 163:67,396[A ]| Even of His own Maternal NASSAW's Name. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,397[A ]| Thou smiling see'st great DORSET's Worth confessed, 163:67,398[A ]| The Ray distingushing the Patriot's Breast: 163:67,399[A ]| Born to$9$ protect and love, to$9$ help and please; 163:67,400[A ]| Sovereign of Wit, and Ornament of Peace. 163:67,401[A ]| O! long as Breath informs this fleeting Frame, 163:67,402[A ]| Never let me pass in$4$ Silence DORSET's Name; 163:67,403[A ]| Never cease to$9$ mention the continued Debt, 163:67,404[A ]| Which$6#1$ the great Patron only would forget, 163:67,405[A ]| And Duty, long as Life, must study to$9$ acquit. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,406[A ]| Renowned in$4$ Thy Records shall CA'NDISH stand, 163:67,407[A ]| Asserting Legal Power, and just Command: 163:67,408[A ]| To$4$ the great House thy Favour shall be shown, 163:67,409[A ]| The Father's Star transmissive to$4$ the Son. 163:67,410[A ]| From Thee the TALBOT's and the SEYMOUR's Race 163:67,411[A ]| Informed, Their Sire's immortal Steps shall trace: 163:67,412[A ]| Happy may their Sons receive 163:67,413[A ]| The bright Reward, which$6#1$ Thou alone canst give. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,414[A ]| And if a God these lucky Numbers guide; 163:67,415[A ]| If sure APOLLO over the Verse preside; 163:67,416[A ]| JERSEY, beloved by$4$ all (For$3$ all must feel 163:67,417[A ]| The Influence of a Form and Mind, 163:67,418[A ]| Where comely Grace and constant Virtue dwell, 163:67,419[A ]| Like$4$ mingled Streams, more forcible when joined.) 163:67,420[A ]| JERSEY shall at Thy Altars stand; 163:67,421[A ]| Shall there receive the Azure Band, 163:67,422[A ]| That$6#2$ fairest Mark of Favour and of Fame, 163:67,423[A ]| Familiar to$4$ the VILIER's Name. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,424[A ]| Science to$9$ raise, and Knowledge to$9$ enlarge, 163:67,425[A ]| Be our great Master's future Charge; 163:67,426[A ]| To$9$ write His own Memoirs, and leave His Heirs 163:67,427[A ]| High Schemes of Government, and Plans of Wars; 163:67,428[A ]| By$4$ fair Rewards our Noble Youth to$9$ raise 163:67,429[A ]| To$4$ emulous Merit, and to$4$ Thirst of Praise; 163:67,430[A ]| To$9$ lead Them out from Ease before opening Dawn, 163:67,431[A ]| Through the thick Forest and the distant Lawn, 163:67,432[A ]| Where the fleet Stag employs their ardent Care; 163:67,433[A ]| And Chases give Them Images of War. 163:67,434[A ]| To$9$ teach Them Vigilance by$4$ false Alarms; 163:67,435[A ]| Insure Them in$4$ feigned Camps to$4$ real Arms; 163:67,436[A ]| Practise Them now to$9$ curb the turning Steed, 163:67,437[A ]| Mocking the Foe; now to$4$ his rapid Speed 163:67,438[A ]| To$9$ give the Rein; and in$4$ the full Career, 163:67,439[A ]| To$9$ draw the certain Sword, or send the pointed Spear. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,440[A ]| Let Him unite His Subjects' Hearts, 163:67,441[A ]| Planting Societies for$4$ peaceful Arts; 163:67,442[A ]| Some that$6#1$ in$4$ Nature shall true Knowledge found, 163:67,443[A ]| And by$4$ Experiment make Precept sound; 163:67,444[A ]| Some that$6#1$ to$4$ Morals shall recall the Age, 163:67,445[A ]| And purge from vicious Dross the sinking Stage; 163:67,446[A ]| Some that$6#1$ with Care true Eloquence shall teach, 163:67,447[A ]| And to$4$ just Idioms fix our doubtful Speech: 163:67,448[A ]| That$3$ from our Writers distant Realms may know, 163:67,449[A ]| The Thanks We to$4$ our Monarch owe; 163:67,450[A ]| And Schools profess our Tongue through every Land, 163:67,451[A ]| That$6#1$ has invoked His Aid, or blest His Hand. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,452[A ]| Let His high Power the drooping MUSES rear. 163:67,453[A ]| The MUSES only can reward His Care: 163:67,454[A ]| It is They that$6#1$ guard the great ATRIDES' Spoils: 163:67,455[A ]| It is They that$6#1$ still renew ULYSSES' Toils: 163:67,456[A ]| To$4$ Them by$4$ smiling JOVE it was given, to$9$ save 163:67,457[A ]| Distinguished Patriots from the Common Grave; 163:67,458[A ]| To$4$ them, great WILLIAM's Glory to$9$ recall, 163:67,459[A ]| When Statues moulder, and when Arches fall. 163:67,460[A ]| Nor let the MUSES, with ungrateful Pride, 163:67,461[A ]| The Sources of their Treasure hide: 163:67,462[A ]| The Hero's Virtue does the String inspire, 163:67,463[A ]| When with big Joy They strike the living Lyre: 163:67,464[A ]| On$4$ WILLIAM's Fame their Fate depends: 163:67,465[A ]| With Him the Song begins; with Him it ends. 163:67,466[A ]| From the bright Effluence of His Deed 163:67,467[A ]| They borrow that$6#2$ reflected Light, 163:67,468[A ]| With which$6#1$ the lasting Lamp They feed, 163:67,469[A ]| Whose Beams dispel the Damps of envious Night. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,470[A ]| Through various Climes, and to$4$ each distant Pole 163:67,471[A ]| In$4$ happy Tides let active Commerce roll: 163:67,472[A ]| Let BRITAIN's Ships export an Annual Fleece, 163:67,473[A ]| Richer than ARGOS brought to$4$ ancient GREECE; 163:67,474[A ]| Returning loaden with the shining Stores, 163:67,475[A ]| Which$6#1$ lie profuse on$4$ either INDIA's Shores. 163:67,476[A ]| As our high Vessels pass their watery Way, 163:67,477[A ]| Let all the Naval World due Homage pay; 163:67,478[A ]| With hasty Reverence their Top-Honours lower, 163:67,479[A ]| Confessing the asserted Power, 163:67,480[A ]| To$4$ Whom by$4$ Fate it was given, with happy Sway 163:67,481[A ]| To$9$ calm the Earth, and vindicate the Sea. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,482[A ]| Our Prayers are heard, our Master's Fleets shall go, 163:67,483[A ]| As far as Winds can bear, or Waters flow, 163:67,484[A ]| New Lands to$9$ make, new INDIES to$9$ explore, 163:67,485[A ]| In$4$ Worlds unknown to$9$ plant BRITANNIA's Power; 163:67,486[A ]| Nations yet wild by$4$ Precept to$9$ reclaim, 163:67,487[A ]| And teach them Arms, and Arts, in$4$ WILLIAM's Name. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,488[A ]| With humble Joy, and with respectful Fear 163:67,489[A ]| The listening People shall His Story hear, 163:67,490[A ]| The Wounds He bore, the Dangers He sustained, 163:67,491[A ]| How far he Conquered, and how well he Reigned; 163:67,492[A ]| Shall own his Mercy equal to$4$ His Fame; 163:67,493[A ]| And form their Children's Accents to$4$ His Name, 163:67,494[A ]| Enquiring how, and when from Heaven He came. 163:67,495[A ]| Their Regal Tyrants shall with Blushes hide 163:67,496[A ]| Their little Lusts of Arbitrary Pride, 163:67,497[A ]| Nor bear to$9$ see their Vassals tied: 163:67,498[A ]| When WILLIAM's Virtues raise their opening Thought, 163:67,499[A ]| His forty Years for$4$ Public Freedom fought, 163:67,500[A ]| EUROPE by$4$ His Hand sustained, 163:67,501[A ]| His Conquest by$4$ His Piety restrained, 163:67,502[A ]| And over Himself the last great Triumph gained. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,503[A ]| No$2$ longer shall their wretched Zeal adore 163:67,504[A ]| Ideas of destructive Power, 163:67,505[A ]| Spirits that$6#1$ hurt, and Godheads that$6#1$ devour: 163:67,506[A ]| New Incense They shall bring, new Altars raise, 163:67,507[A ]| And fill their Temples with a Stranger's Praise; 163:67,508[A ]| When the Great Father's Character They find 163:67,509[A ]| Visibly stamped upon$4$ the Hero's Mind; 163:67,510[A ]| And own a present Deity confessed, 163:67,511[A ]| In$4$ Valour that$6#1$ preserved, and Power that$6#1$ blessed. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,512[A ]| Through the large Convex of the Azure Sky 163:67,513[A ]| (For$3$ thither Nature casts our common Eye) 163:67,514[A ]| Fierce Meteors shoot their arbitrary Light; 163:67,515[A ]| And Comets march with lawless Horror bright: 163:67,516[A ]| These hear no$2$ Rule, no$2$ righteous Order own; 163:67,517[A ]| Their influence dreaded, as their Ways unknown: 163:67,518[A ]| Through threatened Lands They wild Destruction throw; 163:67,519[A ]| Till ardent Prayer averts the Public Woe: 163:67,520[A ]| But the bright Orb that$6#1$ blesses all above, 163:67,521[A ]| The sacred Fire, the real Son of JOVE, 163:67,522[A ]| Rules not His Actions by$4$ Capricious Will$0$; 163:67,523[A ]| Nor by$4$ ungoverned Power declines to$4$ Ill: 163:67,524[A ]| Fixed by$4$ just Laws He goes forever right: 163:67,525[A ]| Man knows His Course, and thence adores His light. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,526[A ]| O JANUS! would entreated Fate conspire 163:67,527[A ]| To$9$ grant what BRITAIN's Wishes could require; 163:67,528[A ]| Above, That$6#2$ Sun should cease his Way to$9$ go, 163:67,529[A ]| Before WILLIAM cease to$9$ rule, and bless below: 163:67,530[A ]| But a relentless Destiny 163:67,531[A ]| Urges all that$6#1$ ever was born: 163:67,532[A ]| Snatched from her Arms, BRITANNIA once must mourn 163:67,533[A ]| The Demi-God; The Earthly Half must die. 163:67,534[A ]| Yet if our Incense can Your Wrath remove; 163:67,535[A ]| If human Prayers avail on$4$ Minds above; 163:67,536[A ]| Exert, great God, Thy Interest in$4$ the Sky; 163:67,537[A ]| Gain each kind Power, each Guardian Deity, 163:67,538[A ]| That$3$ conquered by$4$ the public Vow, 163:67,539[A ]| They bear the dismal Mischief far away: 163:67,540[A ]| O! long as utmost Nature may allow, 163:67,541[A ]| Let Them retard the threatened Day: 163:67,542[A ]| Still be our Master's Life Thy happy Care: 163:67,543[A ]| Still let His Blessings with His Years increase: 163:67,544[A ]| To$4$ HIs laborious Youth consumed in$4$ War, 163:67,545[A ]| Add lasting Age, adorned and crowned with Peace: 163:67,546[A ]| Let twisted Olive bind those Laurels fast, 163:67,547[A ]| Whose Verdure must forever last. 163:67,000[' ]| 163:67,548[A ]| Long let this growing A*ERA bless His Sway: 163:67,549[A ]| And let our Sons His present Rule obey: 163:67,550[A ]| On$4$ His sure Virtue long let Earth rely: 163:67,551[A ]| And late let the Imperial Eagle fly, 163:67,552[A ]| To$9$ bear the Hero through His Father's Sky, 163:67,553[A ]| To$4$ LEDA's Twins, or He whose glorious Speed 163:67,554[A ]| On$4$ Foot prevailed, or He who$6#1$ tamed the Steed; 163:67,555[A ]| To$4$ HERCULES, at length absolved by$4$ Fate 163:67,556[A ]| From Earthly Toil, and above Envy great; 163:67,557[A ]| To$4$ VIRGIL's Theme, bright CYTHEREA's Son, 163:67,558[A ]| Sire of the LATIAN, and the BRITISH Throne; 163:67,559[A ]| To$4$ all the radiant Names above, 163:67,560[A ]| Revered by$4$ Men, and dear to$4$ JOVE. 163:67,561[A ]| Late, JANUS, let the NASSAW-Star 163:67,562[A ]| New born, in$4$ rising Majesty appear, 163:67,563[A ]| To$9$ triumph over vanquished Night, 163:67,564[A ]| And guide the prosperous Mariner 163:67,565[A ]| With everlasting Beams of friendly Light. 163:68,000@@@@@| 163:68,000[' ]| <1700> 163:68,000[' ]| <\A Fable\.> 163:68,001[A ]| IN$4$ \A*Esop's\ Tales an honest Wretch we find, 163:68,002[A ]| Whose Years and Comforts equally declined; 163:68,003[A ]| He in$4$ two Wives had two domestic Ills, 163:68,004[A ]| For$3$ different Age they had, and different Wills; 163:68,005[A ]| One plucked his Black Hairs out, and one his Grey, 163:68,006[A ]| The Man for$4$ quietness did both obey, 163:68,007[A ]| Till all his Parish saw his Head quite bare, 163:68,008[A ]| And thought he wanted Brains as well as Hair. 163:68,000[' ]| <\The Moral.\> 163:68,009[A ]| The Parties, hen-pecked \W**m\, are thy Wives, 163:68,010[A ]| The Hairs they pluck are thy Prerogatives; 163:68,011[A ]| Tories thy Person hate, the Whigs thy Power, 163:68,012[A ]| Though much thou yieldest, still they tug for$4$ more, 163:68,013[A ]| Till this poor Man and thou alike are shown, 163:68,014[A ]| He without Hair, and thou without a Crown. 163:69,000@@@@@| 163:69,000[' ]| <\Ballad.\> 163:69,001[A ]| THE factions that$6#1$ Each other claw 163:69,002[A ]| By$4$ joint consent have both undone Thee 163:69,003[A ]| Thou like$4$ the Goat in$4$ Moses law 163:69,004[A ]| Hast all the Nation's Sins upon$4$ Thee. 163:69,005[A ]| Whilst those upon$4$ thy faults descants 163:69,006[A ]| Harlay and Mountagu shall join 163:69,007[A ]| Not one but roars at Irish Grants 163:69,008[A ]| But all forget you past the Boyne. 163:69,009[A ]| Five hundred Hams all pleased all proud 163:69,010[A ]| That$3$ they their father's shame discover 163:69,011[A ]| But Not one Japhet in$4$ the crowd 163:69,012[A ]| To$9$ draw the decent Mantle over. 163:69,013[A ]| What in$4$ thy government is right 163:69,014[A ]| To$4$ Summers' Name shall stand recorded 163:69,015[A ]| The Laurels thou hast gained in$4$ fight 163:69,016[A ]| Let Ormond's merit be rewarded. 163:69,017[A ]| Thy Ministry supports the throne 163:69,018[A ]| With Prudence above all disasters 163:69,019[A ]| What proves Successful is their own 163:69,020[A ]| And what miscarries is their Master's. 163:69,021[A ]| It was by$4$ a house of commons wrought 163:69,022[A ]| That$3$ priests and papists shall not alarm ye 163:69,023[A ]| But it was his Majesty's own fault 163:69,024[A ]| That$3$ we have neither fleet nor Army. 163:70,000@@@@@| 163:70,000[' ]| <\A Song.\> 163:70,001[A ]| IN$4$ vain You tell your Parting Lover, 163:70,002[A ]| You wish fair Winds may waft Him over. 163:70,003[A ]| Alas! what Winds can happy prove, 163:70,004[A ]| That$6#1$ bear Me far from what I love? 163:70,005[A ]| Alas! what Dangers on$4$ the Main 163:70,006[A ]| Can equal Those that$6#1$ I sustain, 163:70,007[A ]| From slighted Vows, and cold Disdain? 163:70,008[A ]| Be gentle, and in$4$ Pity choose 163:70,009[A ]| To$9$ wish the wildest Tempests loose: 163:70,010[A ]| That$6#1$ thrown again upon$4$ the Coast, 163:70,011[A ]| When first my Shipwrecked Heart was lost, 163:70,012[A ]| I may once more repeat my Pain; 163:70,013[A ]| Once more in$4$ dying Notes complain 163:70,014[A ]| Of slighted Vows, and cold Disdain. 163:71,000@@@@@| 163:71,000[' ]| <\""This Man he took into his Bed""\> 163:71,001[A ]| THIS Man he took into his Bed 163:71,002[A ]| An Old and Eke a homely Wife; 163:71,003[A ]| He Swanked Soundly for$4$ his bread 163:71,004[A ]| An Honest but a painful Life. 163:72,000@@@@@| 163:72,000[' ]| <\Hans Carvel.\> 163:72,001[A ]| HANS CARVEL, Impotent and Old, 163:72,002[A ]| Married a Lass of LONDON Mould: 163:72,003[A ]| Handsome? enough; extremely Gay: 163:72,004[A ]| Loved Music, Company, and Play: 163:72,005[A ]| High Flights She had, and Wit at Will$0$: 163:72,006[A ]| And so$3$ her Tongue lay seldom still: 163:72,007[A ]| For$3$ in$4$ all Visits who$6#2$ but She, 163:72,008[A ]| To$9$ Argue, or to$9$ 9Reparte=e? 163:72,009[A ]| She made it plain, that$3$ Human Passion 163:72,010[A ]| Was ordered by$4$ Predestination; 163:72,011[A ]| That$3$, if weak Women went astray, 163:72,012[A ]| Their Stars were more in$4$ Fault than They: 163:72,013[A ]| Whole Tragedies She had by$4$ Heart; 163:72,014[A ]| Entered into ROXANA's Part: 163:72,015[A ]| To$9$ Triumph in$4$ her Rival's Blood, 163:72,016[A ]| The Action certainly was good. 163:72,017[A ]| How like$4$ a Vine young AMMON curled! 163:72,018[A ]| Oh that$6#2$ dear Conqueror of the World! 163:72,019[A ]| She pitied BETTERTON in$4$ Age, 163:72,020[A ]| That$6#1$ ridiculed the God-like Rage. 163:72,021[A ]| She, first of all the Town, was told, 163:72,022[A ]| Where newest INDIA Things were sold: 163:72,023[A ]| So$3$ in$4$ a Morning, without Bodice, 163:72,024[A ]| Slipped sometimes out to$4$ Mrs%*THODY's; 163:72,025[A ]| To$9$ cheapen Tea, to$9$ buy a Screen: 163:72,026[A ]| What else could so$5#1$ much Virtue mean? 163:72,027[A ]| For$3$ to$9$ prevent the least Reproach, 163:72,028[A ]| BETTY went with Her in$4$ the Coach. 163:72,029[A ]| But when no$2$ very great Affair 163:72,030[A ]| Excited her peculiar Care; 163:72,031[A ]| She without fail was waked at Ten; 163:72,032[A ]| Drank Chocolate, then slept again: 163:72,033[A ]| At Twelve She rose: with much ado 163:72,034[A ]| Her Clothes were huddled on$5$ by$4$ Two: 163:72,035[A ]| Then; 163:72,035@w | Does my Lady Dine at home? 163:72,036@v | Yes sure; ~~ but is the Colonel come? 163:72,037[A ]| Next, how to$9$ spend the Afternoon, 163:72,038[A ]| And not come Home again too soon; 163:72,039[A ]| The Change, the City, or the Play, 163:72,040[A ]| As each was proper for$4$ the Day; 163:72,041[A ]| A Turn in$4$ Summer to$4$ HYDE-PARK, 163:72,042[A ]| When it grew tolerably Dark. 163:72,043[A ]| Wife's Pleasure causes Husband's Pain: 163:72,044[A ]| Strange Fancies come in$4$ HANS's Brain: 163:72,045[A ]| He thought of what He did not name; 163:72,046[A ]| And would reform; but durst not blame. 163:72,047[A ]| At first He therefore Preached his Wife 163:72,048[A ]| The Comforts of a Pious Life: 163:72,049[A ]| Told Her, how Transient Beauty was; 163:72,050[A ]| That$3$ All must die, and Flesh was Grass: 163:72,051[A ]| He bought her Sermons, Psalms, and Graces; 163:72,052[A ]| And doubled down the useful Places. 163:72,053[A ]| But still the Weight of worldly Care 163:72,054[A ]| Allowed Her little time for$4$ Prayer: 163:72,055[A ]| And CLEOPATRA was read over, 163:72,056[A ]| While SCOT, and WAKE, and Twenty more, 163:72,057[A ]| That$6#1$ teach one to$9$ deny one's self, 163:72,058[A ]| Stood unmolested on$4$ the Shelf. 163:72,059[A ]| An untouched Bible graced her Toilet: 163:72,060[A ]| No$2$ fear that$6#2$ Thumb of Hers should spoil it. 163:72,061[A ]| In$4$ short, the Trade was still the same: 163:72,062[A ]| The Dame went out: the Colonel came. 163:72,063@b | What is to$9$ be done? 163:72,063[A ]| poor CARVEL cried: 163:72,064@b | Another Battery must be tried: 163:72,065@b | What if to$4$ Spells I had Recourse? 163:72,066@b | It is but to$9$ hinder something Worse. 163:72,067@b | The End must justify the Means: 163:72,068@b | He only Sins who$6#1$ Ill intends: 163:72,069@b | Since therefore it is to$9$ Combat Evil; 163:72,070@b | It is lawful to$9$ employ the Devil. 163:72,071[A ]| Forthwith the Devil did appear 163:72,072[A ]| (For$3$ name Him and He is always near) 163:72,073[A ]| Not in$4$ the Shape in$4$ which$6#1$ He plies 163:72,074[A ]| At Miss's Elbow when She lies; 163:72,075[A ]| Or stands before the Nursery Doors, 163:72,076[A ]| To$9$ take the naughty Boy that$6#1$ roars: 163:72,077[A ]| But without Saucer Eye or Claw, 163:72,078[A ]| Like$4$ a grave Barrister at Law. 163:72,079@c | HANS CARVEL, lay aside your Grief, 163:72,080[A ]| The Devil says: 163:72,080@c | I bring Relief. 163:72,081@b | Relief, 163:72,081[A ]| says HANS: 163:72,081@b | pray let me crave 163:72,082@b | Your Name, Sir. ~~ 163:72,082@c | SATAN. ~~ 163:72,082@b | Sir, your Slave: 163:72,083@b | I did not look upon$4$ your Feet: 163:72,084@b | You will$1$ pardon Me: ~~ ay, now I see it: 163:72,085@b | And pray, Sir, when came You from Hell? 163:72,086@b | Our Friends there, did You leave Them well? 163:72,087@c | All well: but pr'ythee, honest HANS, 163:72,088[A ]| (Says SATAN) 163:72,088@c | leave your Complaisance: 163:72,089@c | The Truth is this: I can not stay 163:72,090@c | Flaring in$4$ Sun-shine all the Day: 163:72,091@c | For$3$, \9entre*Nous\, We Hellish Sprites, 163:72,092@c | Love more the Fresco of the Nights; 163:72,093@c | And oftener our Receipts convey 163:72,094@c | In$4$ Dreams, than any other Way. 163:72,095@c | I tell You therefore as a Friend, 163:72,096@c | Before Morning dawns, your Fears shall end: 163:72,097@c | Go then this Evening, Master*CARVEL, 163:72,098@c | Lay down your Fowls, and broach your Barrel; 163:72,099@c | Let Friends and Wine dissolve your Care; 163:72,100@c | Whilst I the great Receipt prepare: 163:72,101@c | Tonight I will$1$ bring it, by$4$ my Faith; 163:72,102@c | Believe for$4$ once what SATAN saith. 163:72,103[A ]| Away went HANS: glad? not a little; 163:72,104[A ]| Obeyed the Devil to$4$ a Tittle; 163:72,105[A ]| Invited Friends some half a Dozen, 163:72,106[A ]| The Colonel, and my Lady's Cousin. 163:72,107[A ]| The Meat was served; the Bowls were crowned; 163:72,108[A ]| Catches were sung; and Healths went round: 163:72,109[A ]| Barbadoes Waters for$4$ the Close; 163:72,110[A ]| Till HANS had fairly got his Dose: 163:72,111[A ]| The Colonel toasted to$4$ the best: 163:72,112[A ]| The Dame moved off, to$9$ be undressed: 163:72,113[A ]| The Chimes went Twelve: the Guests withdrew: 163:72,114[A ]| But when, or how, HANS hardly knew. 163:72,115[A ]| Some Modern Anecdotes aver, 163:72,116[A ]| He nodded in$4$ his Elbow Chair; 163:72,117[A ]| From thence was carried off to$4$ Bed: 163:72,118[A ]| JOHN held his Heels, and NAN his Head. 163:72,119[A ]| My Lady was disturbed: new Sorrow! 163:72,120[A ]| Which$6#1$ HANS must answer for$5$ tomorrow. 163:72,121[A ]| In$4$ Bed then view this happy Pair; 163:72,122[A ]| And think how HYMEN Triumphed there. 163:72,123[A ]| HANS, fast asleep, as soon as laid; 163:72,124[A ]| The Duty of the Night unpaid: 163:72,125[A ]| The waking Dame, with Thoughts oppressed, 163:72,126[A ]| That$6#1$ made Her Hate both Him and Rest: 163:72,127[A ]| By$4$ such a Husband, such a Wife! 163:72,128[A ]| It was ACME's and SEPTIMIUS' Life. 163:72,129[A ]| The Lady sighed: the Lover snored: 163:72,130[A ]| The punctual Devil kept his Word: 163:72,131[A ]| Appeared to$4$ honest HANS again; 163:72,132[A ]| But not at all by$4$ Madam seen: 163:72,133[A ]| And giving Him a Magic Ring, 163:72,134[A ]| Fit for$4$ the Finger of a King; 163:72,135@c | Dear HANS, 163:72,135[A ]| said He, 163:72,135@c | for$4$ SATAN's Sake: 163:72,136@c | It will$1$ do your Business to$4$ a Hair: 163:72,137@c | For$3$ long as You this Ring shall wear, 163:72,138@c | As sure as I look over LINCOLN, 163:72,139@c | That$6#2$ never shall happen which$6#1$ You think on$5$. 163:72,140[A ]| HANS took the Ring with Joy extreme; 163:72,141[A ]| (All this was only in$4$ a Dream) 163:72,142[A ]| And thrusting it beyond his Joint, 163:72,143@b | It is done, 163:72,143[A ]| He cried: 163:72,143@b | I have gained my Point. ~~ 163:72,144@v | What Point, 163:72,144[A ]| said She, 163:72,144@v | You ugly Beast? 163:72,145@v | You neither give Me Joy nor Rest: 163:72,146@b | It is done. 163:72,146@v | ~~ What is done, You drunken Bear? 163:72,147@v | You have thrust your Finger G**D knows where. 163:73,000@@@@@| 163:73,000[' ]| <\Written at Paris, 1700. In the Beginning\> 163:73,000[' ]| <\of Robe's Geography.\> 163:73,001[A ]| OF All that$6#1$ WILLIAM Rules, or ROBE 163:73,002[A ]| Describes, Great RHEA, of Thy Globe; 163:73,003[A ]| When or on$4$ Post-Horse, or in$4$ Chaise, 163:73,004[A ]| With much Expense, and little Ease, 163:73,005[A ]| My destined Miles I shall have gone, 163:73,006[A ]| By$4$ THAMES or MAESE, by$4$ Po or RHONE, 163:73,007[A ]| And found no$2$ Foot of Earth my own; 163:73,008[A ]| GREAT MOTHER, let Me Once be able 163:73,009[A ]| To$9$ have a Garden, House, and Stable; 163:73,010[A ]| That$3$ I may Read, and Ride, and Plant, 163:73,011[A ]| Superior to$4$ Desire, or Want; 163:73,012[A ]| And as Health fails, and Years increase, 163:73,013[A ]| Sit down, and think, and die in$4$ Peace. 163:73,014[A ]| Oblige Thy Favourite Undertakers 163:73,015[A ]| To$9$ throw Me in$5$ but Twenty Acres: 163:73,016[A ]| This Number sure They may allow; 163:73,017[A ]| For$4$ Pasture Ten, and Ten for$4$ Plough: 163:73,018[A ]| It is all that$6#1$ I would Wish, or Hope, 163:73,019[A ]| For$4$ ME, and JOHN, and NELL, and CROP. 163:73,020[A ]| Then, as Thou wilt, dispose the rest 163:73,021[A ]| (And let not FORTUNE spoil the Jest) 163:73,022[A ]| To$4$ Those, who$6#1$ at the Market-Rate 163:73,023[A ]| Can barter Honour for$4$ Estate. 163:73,024[A ]| Now if Thou grantest Me my Request, 163:73,025[A ]| To$9$ make Thy Votary truly blest, 163:73,026[A ]| Let cursed Revenge, and saucy Pride 163:73,027[A ]| To$4$ some bleak Rock far off be tied; 163:73,028[A ]| Nor ever approach my Rural Seat, 163:73,029[A ]| To$9$ tempt Me to$9$ be Base, and Great. 163:73,030[A ]| And, GODDESS, This kind Office done, 163:73,031[A ]| Charge VENUS to$9$ command her Son, 163:73,032[A ]| (Wherever else She lets Him rove) 163:73,033[A ]| To$9$ shun my House, and Field, and Grove: 163:73,034[A ]| Peace can not dwell with Hate or Love. 163:73,035[A ]| Hear, gracious RHEA, what I say: 163:73,036[A ]| And Thy Petitioner shall Pray. 163:74,000@@@@@| 163:74,000[' ]| <\To a Child of Quality of Five Years\> 163:74,000[' ]| <\Old, the Author supposed Forty.\> 163:74,001[A ]| LORDS, Knights, and Squires, the numerous Band 163:74,002[A ]| That$6#1$ wear the Fair \Miss*Mary's\ Fetters, 163:74,003[A ]| Were summoned, by$4$ her high Command, 163:74,004[A ]| To$9$ show their Passion by$4$ their Letters. 163:74,005[A ]| My Pen amongst the rest I took, 163:74,006[A ]| Lest those bright Eyes that$6#1$ can not read 163:74,007[A ]| Should dart their kindling Fires, and look 163:74,008[A ]| The Power they have to$9$ be obeyed. 163:74,009[A ]| Nor Quality, nor Reputation, 163:74,010[A ]| Forbid me yet my Flame to$9$ tell, 163:74,011[A ]| Dear Five Years old befriends my Passion, 163:74,012[A ]| And I may Write till she can Spell. 163:74,013[A ]| For$3$ while she makes her Silk-worms Beds 163:74,014[A ]| With all the tender things I swear, 163:74,015[A ]| Whilst all the House my Passion reads, 163:74,016[A ]| In$4$ Papers round her Baby's Hair. 163:74,017[A ]| She may receive and own my Flame, 163:74,018[A ]| For$3$ though the strictest \Prudes\ should know it, 163:74,019[A ]| She will$1$ pass for$4$ a most virtuous Dame, 163:74,020[A ]| And I for$4$ an unhappy Poet. 163:74,021[A ]| Then too, alas, when she shall tear 163:74,022[A ]| The Lines some younger Rival sends, 163:74,023[A ]| She will$1$ give me leave to$9$ Write, I fear, 163:74,024[A ]| And we shall still continue Friends. 163:74,025[A ]| For$3$ as our different Ages move, 163:74,026[A ]| It is so$5#2$ ordained, would Fate but mend it, 163:74,027[A ]| That$3$ I shall be past making Love, 163:74,028[A ]| When she begins to$9$ comprehend it. 163:75,000@@@@@| 163:75,000[' ]| <1701> 163:75,000[' ]| <\9Les 9Estreines.\> 163:75,001[A ]| \ACCEPT, my Love, as true a Heart\ 163:75,002[A ]| \As ever Lover gave;\ 163:75,003[A ]| \It is free (it vows) from any art,\ 163:75,004[A ]| \And proud to$9$ be your Slave.\ 163:75,000[' ]| <2> 163:75,005[A ]| \Then take it kindly, as it was meant,\ 163:75,006[A ]| \And let the Giver live:\ 163:75,007[A ]| \Who$6#1$, with it, would the World have sent,\ 163:75,008[A ]| \Had it been his to$9$ give.\ 163:75,000[' ]| <3> 163:75,009[A ]| \And, that$3$ Dorinda may not fear,\ 163:75,010[A ]| \I ever will$1$ prove untrue;\ 163:75,011[A ]| \My vows shall, ending with the Year,\ 163:75,012[A ]| \With it begin a-new.\ 163:76,000@@@@@| 163:76,000[' ]| <\Song. Sett by Mr: Abell.\> 163:76,001[A ]| READING ends in$4$ Melancholy; 163:76,002[A ]| Wine breeds Vices and Diseases; 163:76,003[A ]| Wealth is but Care, and Love but folly; 163:76,004[A ]| Only Friendship truly pleases. 163:76,005[A ]| My Wealth, my Books, my Flask, my Molly, 163:76,006[A ]| Farewell all, if FRIENDSHIP Ceases! 163:77,000@@@@@| 163:77,000[' ]| <\Ballad.\> 163:77,001[A ]| THE Crown once again 163:77,002[A ]| Its rights shall maintain 163:77,003[A ]| And the Nation shall make a good figure. 163:77,004[A ]| For$4$ our Glorious redeemer 163:77,005[A ]| Tells Harley and Seymour 163:77,006[A ]| It is time We should Act with great Vigour. 163:77,007[A ]| When the hands of all pages 163:77,008[A ]| Find how sad a thing age is 163:77,009[A ]| In$4$ our little dispirited fr*** 163:77,010[A ]| It is likely his Brain 163:77,011[A ]| New fire should retain 163:77,012[A ]| And he will$1$ Act with abundance of vigour. 163:77,013[A ]| His Majesty's Actions 163:77,014[A ]| Shall soon suppress factions 163:77,015[A ]| And by$4$ May we shall Paris beleaguer 163:77,016[A ]| For$3$ without Troops or Pence 163:77,017[A ]| Without counsels or Sense 163:77,018[A ]| The King has a fancy for$4$ vigour. 163:77,019[A ]| Whilst he lays his concern on$4$ 163:77,020[A ]| The Shoulders of Vernon 163:77,021[A ]| His credit will$1$ surely grow bigger 163:77,022[A ]| And if Sunderland comes 163:77,023[A ]| Sound trumpets beat drums 163:77,024[A ]| No$2$ doubt but we will$1$ act with great vigour. 163:77,025[A ]| Albemarle leads the way 163:77,026[A ]| Dressed like$4$ Mars in$4$ a play 163:77,027[A ]| With Cassie as fierce as a tyger 163:77,028[A ]| And Miremont the Prince 163:77,029[A ]| Shall his Country convince 163:77,030[A ]| That$3$ his Majesty's favourites have vigour. 163:77,031[A ]| Vice Chamberlain Bartie 163:77,032[A ]| Is in$4$ the Court party 163:77,033[A ]| Lord*Cutts for$4$ the Combat is eager 163:77,034[A ]| And from Jore and Laloe 163:77,035[A ]| Grand Louis shall know 163:77,036[A ]| What it is to$9$ be given to$4$ vigour. 163:77,037[A ]| But if Whig gets the better 163:77,038[A ]| You will$1$ see how he will$1$ fetter 163:77,039[A ]| And hamstring our royal Intriguer 163:77,040[A ]| If the Tory prevails 163:77,041[A ]| In$4$ comes little Wales 163:77,042[A ]| And have not We acted with vigour? 163:78,000@@@@@| 163:78,000[' ]| <1702> 163:78,000[' ]| <\To a Young Gentleman in Love.\> 163:78,000[' ]| <\A Tale.\> 163:78,001@b | FROM public Noise and factious Strife, 163:78,002@b | From all the busy Ills of Life, 163:78,003@b | Take me, My CELIA, to$4$ Thy Breast: 163:78,004@b | And lull my wearied Soul to$4$ Rest: 163:78,005@b | Forever, in$4$ this humble Cell, 163:78,006@b | Let Thee and I, my Fair One, dwell; 163:78,007@b | None enter else, but LOVE ~~ and He 163:78,008@b | Shall bar the Door, and keep the Key. 163:78,009@b | To$4$ painted Roofs, and shining Spires 163:78,010@b | (Uneasy Seats of high Desires) 163:78,011@b | Let the unthinking Many crowd, 163:78,012@b | That$6#1$ dare be Covetous and Proud: 163:78,013@b | In$4$ golden Bondage let Them wait, 163:78,014@b | And barter Happiness for$4$ State: 163:78,015@b | But oh! My CELIA, when Thy Swain 163:78,016@b | Desires to$9$ see a Court again; 163:78,017@b | May Heaven around This destined Head 163:78,018@b | The choicest of its Curses shed: 163:78,019@b | To$9$ sum up$5$ all the Rage of Fate, 163:78,020@b | In$4$ the Two Things I dread and hate; 163:78,021@b | Mayst Thou be False, and I be Great. 163:78,022[A ]| Thus, on$4$ his CELIA's panting Breast, 163:78,023[A ]| Fond CELADON his Soul expressed; 163:78,024[A ]| While with Delight the lovely Maid 163:78,025[A ]| Received the Vows, She thus repaid: 163:78,026@b | Hope of my Age, Joy of my Youth, 163:78,027@b | Blest Miracle of Love and Truth! 163:78,028@b | All that$6#1$ could ever be counted Mine, 163:78,029@b | My Love and Life long since are Thine: 163:78,030@b | A real Joy I never knew; 163:78,031@b | Till I believed Thy Passion true: 163:78,032@b | A real Grief I never can find; 163:78,033@b | Till Thou provest Perjured or Unkind. 163:78,034@b | Contempt, and Poverty, and Care, 163:78,035@b | All we abhor, and all we fear, 163:78,036@b | Blest with Thy Presence, I can bear. 163:78,037@b | Through Waters, and through Flames I will$1$ go, 163:78,038@b | Sufferer and Solace of Thy Woe: 163:78,039@b | Trace Me some yet unheard-of Way, 163:78,040@b | That$3$ I Thy Ardour may repay; 163:78,041@b | And make My constant Passion known, 163:78,042@b | By$4$ more than Woman yet has done. 163:78,043@b | Had I a Wish that$6#1$ did not bear 163:78,044@b | The Stamp and Image of my Dear; 163:78,045@b | I would pierce my Heart through every Vein, 163:78,046@b | And Die to$9$ let it out again. 163:78,047@b | No$7$: VENUS shall my Witness be, 163:78,048@b | (If VENUS ever loved like$4$ Me) 163:78,049@b | That$3$ for$4$ one Hour I would not quit 163:78,050@b | My Shepherd's Arms, and this Retreat, 163:78,051@b | To$9$ be the PERSIAN Monarch's Bride, 163:78,052@b | Partner of all his Power and Pride; 163:78,053@b | Or Rule in$4$ Regal State above, 163:78,054@b | Mother of Gods, and Wife of JOVE. 163:78,055[A ]| \O happy these of Human Race!\ 163:78,056[A ]| But soon, alas! our Pleasures pass. 163:78,057[A ]| He thanked her on$4$ his bended Knee; 163:78,058[A ]| Then drank a Quart of Milk and Tea; 163:78,059[A ]| And leaving her adored Embrace, 163:78,060[A ]| Hastened to$4$ Court, to$9$ beg a Place. 163:78,061[A ]| While She, his Absence to$9$ bemoan, 163:78,062[A ]| The very Moment He was gone, 163:78,063[A ]| Called THYRSIS from beneath the Bed; 163:78,064[A ]| Where all this time He had been hid. 163:78,000[' ]| <\MORAL.\> 163:78,065[A ]| WHILE Men have these Ambitious Fancies; 163:78,066[A ]| And wanton Wenches read Romances; 163:78,067[A ]| Our Sex will$1$ ~~ What? Out with it. Lie; 163:78,068[A ]| And Theirs in$4$ equal Strains reply. 163:78,069[A ]| The Moral of the Tale I sing 163:78,070[A ]| (A Posy for$4$ a Wedding Ring) 163:78,071[A ]| In$4$ this short Verse will$1$ be confined: 163:78,072[A ]| Love is a Jest; and Vows are Wind. 163:79,000@@@@@| 163:79,000[' ]| <\Epitaph.\> 163:79,001[A ]| NOBLES, and Heralds by$4$ Your leave, 163:79,002[A ]| Here lies what Once was MATTHEW*PRIOR, 163:79,003[A ]| The son of ADAM and of EVE, 163:79,004[A ]| Can STUART, or NASSAW go higher.