131:01,000[' ]| <1685> 131:01,000[' ]| <\On the Coronation of the Most August\> 131:01,000[' ]| <\Monarch K. James II. and Queen Mary.\> 131:01,000[' ]| <\The 23rd. of April, 1685.\> 131:01,000[' ]| 131:01,001[A ]| No, 'tis in vain. What Limits can controul 131:01,002[A ]| The Rovings of my active Soul? 131:01,003[A ]| That Soul that scorns to be to Place confin'd, 131:01,004[A ]| But leaves its dull companion \Earth\ behind; 131:01,005[A ]| Whilst \Fancy\ with unbounded flight, 131:01,006[A ]| Enjoys that Object of Delight, 131:01,007[A ]| Which envious distance would conceal from Sight: 131:01,008[A ]| And doth by thought supply 131:01,009[A ]| The weaker Prospect of the Eye, 131:01,010[A ]| Giving \Poets\ to partake 131:01,011[A ]| (Like those \Deities\ they make) 131:01,012[A ]| Of Infinite Ubiquity. 131:01,000[' ]| 131:01,013[A ]| Thus methinks I see the \Barge\, 131:01,014[A ]| Pleas'd with the Sacred weight of its Majestick charge; 131:01,015[A ]| \Argo\ a less Glorious Freight, 131:01,016[A ]| From impov'rish'd \Colchos\ brought; 131:01,017[A ]| The \Cretan\ Sea now vanquish'd, must confess 131:01,018[A ]| Its Burthen meaner, and its Tryumph less; 131:01,019[A ]| Since richer \Thames\ doth \James\ and \Mary\ bear, 131:01,020[A ]| \HE\ great as \Jove\, \SHE\ as \Europa\ Fair. 131:01,021[A ]| They come! Joy doubles Strength to ev'ry \Oar\, 131:01,022[A ]| \Ecchoes\ fill the wondring Shore, 131:01,023[A ]| The Waves with an unusual Pride, 131:01,024[A ]| Pay Homage to the \Lord\ 131:01,025[A ]| Of our asserted Main, 131:01,026[A ]| And calmly as they Glide, 131:01,027[A ]| Auspiciously afford 131:01,028[A ]| An \Omen\ of His Reign. 131:01,000[' ]| 131:01,029[A ]| See, Glorious as the \Eastern\ Sun, 131:01,030[A ]| Our \Monarch\ from the Waters rise, 131:01,031[A ]| Whilst Zealous Crowds, like \Persians\ run 131:01,032[A ]| To own the Blessing by their Sacrifice. 131:01,033[A ]| He comes, Religious Shouts proclaim Him near, 131:01,034[A ]| JAMES and HOSANNA bless the Ear; 131:01,035[A ]| Delighted Heav'n confirms the Joys, 131:01,036[A ]| And in glad sounds reflects the Image of the Voice. 131:01,000[' ]| 131:01,037[A ]| Tryumphant \CA*ESAR\ in less Tryumph rode, 131:01,038[A ]| Though from a \Victor\ to be made a \God\, 131:01,039[A ]| When Captive \Monarchs\ trembled by His side, 131:01,040[A ]| And by their shame increas'd His Pride; 131:01,041[A ]| No private Sorrows here allay 131:01,042[A ]| The common transports of the day, 131:01,043[A ]| But in each exalted Breast 131:01,044[A ]| (Of Happiness and JAMES possest) 131:01,045[A ]| Is Evidently shown, 131:01,046[A ]| His People's Blessing's greater than His Own, 131:01,047[A ]| And he that gives the \Tryumph, Tryumphs\ least. 131:01,000[' ]| 131:01,048[A ]| With weaker Shouts did \Israel\ Ring, 131:01,049[A ]| Less esteem'd the Heavenly Choice, 131:01,050[A ]| Less approv'd the \Prophets\ Voice 131:01,051[A ]| That Crown'd their wishes in a King. 131:01,052[A ]| For wandring \Asses\ did bestow 131:01,053[A ]| On \Saul\ that Title to a Throne, 131:01,054[A ]| Which Providence to JAMES doth owe 131:01,055[A ]| For his Fore-fathers Virtues, and His own. 131:01,000[' ]| 131:01,056[A ]| Next, Fancy, to the \Altar\ bring, 131:01,057[A ]| Second to him we there Adore; the \King\ 131:01,058[A ]| By the Anointing \Prelate\ met, 131:01,059[A ]| And Rising, where the mighty Brother Set. 131:01,060[A ]| But (Oh,) forbid the \Omen\ Heav'n, 131:01,061[A ]| And Guard the Blessing you have giv'n, 131:01,062[A ]| Late He Possest, long may he fill the Throne, 131:01,063[A ]| And for the Nations Bliss, defer his own. 131:02,000[' ]| <\To the E of D. upon His Marriage.\> 131:02,001[' ]| THe scorching Dogstar and the Suns fierce ray 131:02,002[' ]| Conspir'd with mingl'd flames to vex the day 131:02,003[' ]| When by young Damon Lycidas was laid 131:02,004[' ]| Beneath a spacious Oaks obliging shade 131:02,005[' ]| And thus with harmless strife the emulous Shepherds plaid. 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,006[B ]| Let this bless'd day our fruitless Quarrels end 131:02,007[B ]| Soften the Rival to the friend 131:02,008[B ]| And make our kindness not our skil contend. 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,009[C ]| Begin, raise Thou thy tuneful Voice 131:02,010[C ]| So may my Muse approve thy happy choice. 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,011[B ]| May Venus so my choice approve 131:02,012[B ]| As I begin with mighty things and Love. 131:02,013[B ]| When first Heav'ns Eldest offspring Light, 131:02,014[B ]| Sprang from the fertile Womb of solid night; 131:02,015[B ]| What made the melancholy discord cease 131:02,016[B ]| And charm'd the warring Elements to peace? 131:02,017[B ]| From what great cause what brooding influence came 131:02,018[B ]| This well proportion'd frame? 131:02,019[B ]| From Thee, blest Queen of Harmony and Love; 131:02,020[B ]| Thou greatest pow'r on Earth, thou brightest star above. 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,021[C ]| When Loves great Dictates were obey'd, 131:02,022[C ]| And Heav'ns last noblest Master Piece was made 131:02,023[C ]| To make the new form'd Monarch truly blest 131:02,024[C ]| And in one richer Gift compleat the rest 131:02,025[C ]| What secret pow'r unlock'd his pregnant side, 131:02,026[C ]| To the soft Yoak bow'd his delighted mind 131:02,027[C ]| Taught the unpractic'd Lover to be kind 131:02,028[C ]| And bless the wound whilst he embrac'd the Bride? 131:02,029[C ]| 'Twas Thou Almighty King of Heav'n and Love 131:02,030[C ]| That Govern'st all below, and blessest all above. 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,031[B ]| 'Twas Love subdu'd the noble Daphnis heart 131:02,032[B ]| Love gave the welcome happy wound, 131:02,033[B ]| And with this triumph all his Conquest crown'd 131:02,034[B ]| Whilst Daphnis blest the wound and met the Dart 131:02,035[B ]| Pleas'd with the grateful bondage more 131:02,036[B ]| Then with his early spoyls, and boasted Liberty before. 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,037[C ]| 'Twas Love subdu'd the fair Dorinda's breast 131:02,038[C ]| Love to her heart a secret warmth convey'd 131:02,039[C ]| With pleasing Pain surpris'd the wond'ring Maid 131:02,040[C ]| And kindly for her Joys disturb'd her rest. 131:02,041[C ]| Whilst Daphnis stronger charms with Love's conspire 131:02,042[C ]| To make her own the Diety and fan the growing fire. 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,043[B ]| But thy rude Music Swain, my ruder Tongue 131:02,044[B ]| The glories they shou'd reach wou'd wrong, 131:02,045[B ]| For Daphnis Love 131:02,046[B ]| Shou'd only prove 131:02,047[B ]| The Theam of Daphnis' Song. 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,048[C ]| Nor can the Joys of Angells be exprest. 131:02,049[C ]| Nor know we ought of Heav'n above yon Skies 131:02,050[C ]| Which yet we bless with Pray'rs and please with Sacrifice. 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,051[B ]| Lett's then the hasty Sun arrest 131:02,052[B ]| Time will stay till they are blest; 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,053[C ]| Nay rather blame the suns too hasty flight 131:02,054[C ]| Bid him withdraw his tedious light 131:02,055[C ]| And kindly send the wish'd for night. 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,056[B ]| May Daphnis wound her with a Cure, 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,057[C ]| And may Dorinda's flames endure 131:02,058[C ]| Like Vesta's fires ~~ ~~ 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,059[B ]| ~~ ~~ for these like them are pure. 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,060[C ]| Let Heaven its utmost Care employ 131:02,061[C ]| To make Their life but one continu'd Joy. 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,062[B ]| Let Nature all her Tribute bring 131:02,063[B ]| To make their Year but one continu'd Spring, 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,064[C ]| With softest Violets strow her bed, 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,065[B ]| With freshest Myrtill crown his head. 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,066[C ]| With Hymens Tree Apollo's joyn, 131:02,067[C ]| And round his brow their mingl'd honors twine; 131:02,068[C ]| Their mingl'd honors sure to him are due 131:02,069[C ]| Who with the Nymph has gain'd the Lawrel too. 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,070[B ]| The Joys of Harvest crown their Cares, 131:02,071[B ]| And stil encrease their Plenty with their Years. 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,072[C ]| The Joys of Vintage swell their Bowers, 131:02,073[C ]| And if they overflow, o'erflow on Ours: 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,074[B ]| Fly swift the smiling Hours, let each glad Morn 131:02,075[B ]| The fruitful pleasures of the last return. 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,076[C ]| Fly smiling Hours, let each succeeding Night 131:02,077[C ]| Improve the transports of the first delight. 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,078[B ]| In glad Procession let each rolling Year 131:02,079[B ]| See the joyful Mother bear 131:02,080[B ]| A beauty Second only to her own. 131:02,000[' ]| 131:02,081[C ]| Or if the kinder Gods conspire to crown 131:02,082[C ]| Her stronger wishes with a Son 131:02,083[C ]| His Parents great Perfections let him share 131:02,084[C ]| And prove her beauties, and his Virtue's Heir. 131:03,000[' ]| <\To the Countess of D***t walking\> 131:03,000[' ]| <\in a Garden.\> 131:03,001[A ]| YES I did stubernly believe 131:03,002[A ]| The place no added Beauty cou'd receive 131:03,003[A ]| 'Till bright Dorinda's passing by 131:03,004[A ]| Convinc'd my Infidelity. 131:03,005[A ]| Where e'er She came new Glories fell 131:03,006[A ]| The dullest Plant grew Sensible 131:03,007[A ]| Its willing branches every Tree 131:03,008[A ]| By grateful instinct spread 131:03,009[A ]| And round the fair Divinity 131:03,010[A ]| Cast the glad shade of its protecting head. 131:03,011[A ]| The opening Flowers where e'er She went 131:03,012[A ]| Diffus'd their tributary scent 131:03,013[A ]| Crowding beneath her beauteous feet 131:03,014[A ]| Officiously they bow'd 131:03,015[A ]| With pleas'd Humility to meet 131:03,016[A ]| The fresher beauties of their sacred Load. 131:03,017[A ]| Nature seem'd to serve and woo 131:03,018[A ]| As she wou'd make her Queen of Seasons too; 131:03,019[A ]| The Sun for her prolongu'd the Day 131:03,020[A ]| Kindly stop'd his setting light. 131:03,021[A ]| She went, that only cou'd engage his stay 131:03,022[A ]| And all was gloomy, all was Night. 131:03,023[A ]| Ah shou'd the God returning show 131:03,024[A ]| The wonders he has seen below 131:03,025[A ]| The amazing Truth his am'rous Sire wou'd move 131:03,026[A ]| Make him confess 131:03,027[A ]| His Thunder less 131:03,028[A ]| Then are the Shafts of Love. 131:03,029[A ]| Descending, his transform'd Divinity 131:03,030[A ]| He'd to your bosom pour 131:03,031[A ]| And Poets once might hope to see 131:03,032[A ]| An other Golden Shower. 131:04.000[' ]| <\Advice to the Painter.\> 131:04.000[' ]| <\On the happy Defeat of the Rebels in the West, and the\> 131:04.000[' ]| <\Execution of the late Duke of Monmouth.\> 131:04.000[' ]| < \~~ 7Pictoribus 7atque 7Poetis\> 131:04.000[' ]| <\7Quidlibet ~~ \> 131:04,001[A ]| SINCE by just Flames the guilty Piece is Lost, 131:04,002[A ]| (The noblest Work thy fruitless Art could boast,) 131:04,003[A ]| Imploy thy faithfull Pains a second time, 131:04,004[A ]| From the DUKE's ashes raise the KING of LYME 131:04,005[A ]| And make thy Fame eternall as his crime. 131:04,006[A ]| The Land, (if such it may be counted,) draw, 131:04,007[A ]| Where Int'rest is Religion; Treason, Law; 131:04,008[A ]| Th' ungratefull Land whose treacherous Sons are foes 131:04,009[A ]| To the kind Monarchy by which they rose, 131:04,010[A ]| And by instinctive hatred dread the Power 131:04,011[A ]| Joyn'd in our KING, and in their Conquerour; 131:04,012[A ]| Amidst the councills of that close Divan, 131:04,013[A ]| Draw the misled, aspiring, wretched Man, 131:04,014[A ]| His Sword maintaining what his Fraud began. 131:04,015[A ]| Draw Treason, Sacrilege, and Julian nigh, 131:04,016[A ]| (The curst Achitophel's kind Legacy:) 131:04,017[A ]| And least their horrid force too weak should prove 131:04,018[A ]| Add tempting Woman's more distructive Love. 131:04,019[A ]| Give the Ambitious Fair ~~ 131:04,020[A ]| All Natures gifts refin'd by subtlest Art, 131:04,021[A ]| (Too able to betray his easy heart,) 131:04,022[A ]| And with worse Charms than Helen's to destroy 131:04,023[A ]| That other hope of our mistaken Troy. 131:04,024[A ]| The Scene from Dulness and Dutch Plotts bring o'er, 131:04,025[A ]| And sett the hopefull Patricide a-shoar, 131:04,026[A ]| Fraught with the blessings of each boorish friend, 131:04,027[A ]| And the kind helps their pray'rs and brandy lend, 131:04,028[A ]| With those few crowns ~~ 131:04,029[A ]| Some English Jews and some French Christians send. 131:04,030[A ]| Next in the blackest Colours paint the Town, 131:04,031[A ]| For old Hereditary Treasons known, 131:04,032[A ]| Whose Infant sons in early mischeifs bred, 131:04,033[A ]| Swear to the Cov'nant they can hardly read, 131:04,034[A ]| Brought up with too much Charity to hate 131:04,035[A ]| Ought but their Pray'r-book and their Magistrate, 131:04,036[A ]| Here let his gaudy banner be displaid, 131:04,037[A ]| Whilst the kind Fools invoke their neighbours aid, 131:04,038[A ]| T' adore the Idol which themselves have made, 131:04,039[A ]| And Peasants from neglected Plows resort, 131:04,040[A ]| To fill his Army, and adorn his Court: 131:04,041[A ]| Near these exalted on a Drum unbrac'd 131:04,042[A ]| Let Heav'ns and James's enemy be plac'd. 131:04,043[A ]| The Wretch that hates (like his Arguile) the Crown, 131:04,044[A ]| The Wretch that (like our Oates) defames the Gown; 131:04,045[A ]| And through the Speaking-trumpet of his Nose 131:04,046[A ]| Blasphemously Heav'ns sacred Word expose, 131:04,047[A ]| Bidding the Long-ear'd rout "With one accord 131:04,048[A ]| "Stand up, and fight the Battels of the Lord." 131:04,049[A ]| Then near the Pageant Prince, (alass! too nigh,) 131:04,050[A ]| Draw Gray with a Romantic constancy, 131:04,051[A ]| "Resolv'd to conquer or resolv'd to ~~ fly." 131:04,052[A ]| And let there in his guilty Face appear 131:04,053[A ]| The Rebel's malice and the Cowards fear, 131:04,054[A ]| That future ages in thy Piece may see, 131:04,055[A ]| Not his Wife falser to his bed, then to his party He. 131:04,056[A ]| Now let the curst Triumvirate prepare 131:04,057[A ]| For all the glorious Ills of Horrid war; 131:04,058[A ]| Let zealous Lust the dreadfull Work begin, 131:04,059[A ]| Back't with a sad variety of Sin, 131:04,060[A ]| Let Vice in all its num'rous Shapes be shown, 131:04,061[A ]| Crimes which to milder Brennus were unknown, 131:04,062[A ]| And innocent Cromwell would have blusht to own: 131:04,063[A ]| Their Arms from pillag'd Temples let 'em bring, 131:04,064[A ]| And rob the Deity to wound the KING. 131:04,065[A ]| Excited thus by their Camp-preist's long prayer, 131:04,066[A ]| Their Countries curses, and their own despair, 131:04,067[A ]| Whilst Hell combines with it's black offspring night, 131:04,068[A ]| To hide their Treach'ry, or Secure their flight, 131:04,069[A ]| The watchfull Troops with cruell hast come on, 131:04,070[A ]| Then shout, look terrible, discharge, and run. 131:04,071[A ]| Fal'n from his short-liv'd power, and flatter'd hopes, 131:04,072[A ]| His friends destroy'd by Hunger, Swords or Ropes, 131:04,073[A ]| To some near Grove the WESTERN MONARCH flyes, 131:04,074[A ]| In vain; ~~ the Grove her innocent Shade denyes, 131:04,075[A ]| The juster Trees ~~ 131:04,076[A ]| Which, when for refuge Charles and Virtue fled, 131:04,077[A ]| By gratefull instinct their glad branches spread, 131:04,078[A ]| And round the sacred Charge cast their enlarged head, 131:04,079[A ]| Soon as the outcast Absolom comes nigh, 131:04,080[A ]| Drop off their trembling Leaves, and blasted dye. 131:04,081[A ]| Not Earth itself would hide her guilty Son, 131:04,082[A ]| Tho^ he for refuge to her bowells run: 131:04,083[A ]| Seditious Corah to her arms she took, 131:04,084[A ]| When angry Heav'n his \good old cause\ forsook, 131:04,085[A ]| But now provok't with a more just disdain 131:04,086[A ]| She shrinks her frighted Head, and gives our Rebell back again. 131:04,087[A ]| Now, Artist, let thy juster Pencil draw 131:04,088[A ]| The sad effects of necessary Law, 131:04,089[A ]| In painted Words and speaking Colours tell 131:04,090[A ]| How the great, pittied, stubborn Traytour fell. 131:04,091[A ]| On the sad Scene the glorious Rebel place, 131:04,092[A ]| His Pride and Sorrow strug'ling in his face; 131:04,093[A ]| Describe the labours of his tortur'd Breast, 131:04,094[A ]| (If by this Imag'ry thought can be exprest,) 131:04,095[A ]| Show with what diff'rence Two vast passions move, 131:04,096[A ]| And how the Heroe with the Christian strove: 131:04,097[A ]| Then draw the sacred Prelate by his side, 131:04,098[A ]| To raise his sorrow and confound his pride, 131:04,099[A ]| With the dear dreadfull thought of a God crucified. 131:04,100[A ]| Paint (if thou can'st) the powerfull Words which hung, 131:04,101[A ]| Upon the holy Man's persuasive Tongue, 131:04,102[A ]| Words sweet as Moses writ, or Asaph sung, 131:04,103[A ]| Words whose prevailing Influ'nce might have won 131:04,104[A ]| All but the haughty, hard'ned Absolon. 131:04,105[A ]| At distance, round the weeping Mother, place 131:04,106[A ]| The too unmindfull Father's beuteous race, 131:04,107[A ]| But (like the Grecian Artist) spread a vail, 131:04,108[A ]| O'er the sad Beuties of fair Annabel, 131:04,109[A ]| No Art, no Muse those sorrows can express 131:04,110[A ]| Which would be render'd by Description less. 131:04,111[A ]| Now close the dismal Scene, conceal the rest ~~ 131:04,112[A ]| ~~ That the sad Orphan's Eyes can teach us best, 131:04,113[A ]| Thy guilty Art might raise our ill-plac'd grief too high 131:04,114[A ]| And make us whilst We pitty Him, forgett our Loyalty. 131:05,000[' ]| <\To the Lord Bishop of Rochester,\> 131:05,000[' ]| <\on His History of the Plot written by His late\> 131:05,000[' ]| <\Majesties command. And an Apologie for these\> 131:05,000[' ]| <\Verses call'd the Advice to a Painter, by the\> 131:05,000[' ]| <\same Author.\> 131:05,000[A ]| \My Lord,\ 131:05,001[A ]| WITH humble hope your goodness will excuse 131:05,002[A ]| The hasty zeal of an aspiring Muse; 131:05,003[A ]| I with unequal pace your steps persue, 131:05,004[A ]| And thought I trod securely following you, 131:05,005[A ]| Repenting now, like \Phaeton\, too late 131:05,006[A ]| I feebly sink beneath the Glorious weight. 131:05,007[A ]| And own the work for all but you too great: 131:05,008[A ]| The hand that rivall'd Heaven took thence its fire 131:05,009[A ]| Er'e he the sensless Machin cou'd inspire; 131:05,010[A ]| And the rash Author wou'd attempt in vain, 131:05,011[A ]| Unless he borrow'd your diviner Pen; 131:05,012[A ]| To imitate or praise with equal flight 131:05,013[A ]| What only \Charles\ cou'd Dictate, only you cou'd Write. 131:05,014[A ]| If trouble past by repetition please, 131:05,015[A ]| Tho^ meaner tongues the grateful tale reherse, 131:05,016[A ]| What mighty Raptures must these Ills create, 131:05,017[A ]| Which bravely, as he conquer'd, you relate; 131:05,018[A ]| Our joys without our sufferings had been less, 131:05,019[A ]| And for the remedy, the wound we bless. 131:05,020[A ]| So did not \Catilines\ defeated rage 131:05,021[A ]| Your much-lov'd \Tullies\ daring Pen engage, 131:05,022[A ]| His Rome wou'd want one Glory of his tongue, 131:05,023[A ]| The World a Master-peece, and Fame a Song. 131:06,000[' ]| <\Not Writing to K. P.\> 131:06,001[A ]| SO from Divinity and things above 131:06,002[A ]| The Zealots thoughts have sometimes chanc'd to rove 131:06,003[A ]| 'Till on his life he does with grief reflect, 131:06,004[A ]| Compares Heav'ns goodness with his own neglect, 131:06,005[A ]| Abhors his crime and vows he'l now begin 131:06,006[A ]| With double Penitence to clear his Sin. 131:06,007[A ]| Then sighing trembling doubting he draws near, 131:06,008[A ]| His Piety stil vanquish'd by his fear, 131:06,009[A ]| Till Heav'n beholds and Pittys what he feels 131:06,010[A ]| And with glad Omens his wish'd Pardon Seals 131:06,011[A ]| Pleas'd with the truth of his repentence more 131:06,012[A ]| Then with his constant Pray'rs and drudging Zeal before. 131:07,000[' ]| <\To the right Reverend Father in God\> 131:07,000[' ]| <\Francis Lord Bishop of Ely, &c.\> 131:07,000[' ]| <\On his Lordship's departure from Cambridge soon after\> 131:07,000[' ]| <\I had the Honour to be made known to Him.\> 131:07,000[' ]| 131:07,001[B ]| TELL, dear Alexis, tell thy Damon why 131:07,002[B ]| Dost Thou in mournfull Shades obscurely lye? 131:07,003[B ]| Why dost Thou sigh? why strike thy panting breast? 131:07,004[B ]| And steal from life the needfull Hour's of rest? 131:07,005[B ]| Are thy Kidds starv'd by Winter's early frost? 131:07,006[B ]| Are any of thy bleating Stragglers lost? 131:07,007[B ]| Have strangers Cattle trod thy new-plow'd ground? 131:07,008[B ]| Hast great Joanna, or her greater Shepheard frown'd? 131:07,000[' ]| 131:07,009[C ]| See! my Kidds browse; my Lambs securely play; 131:07,010[C ]| (Ah! were their Master unconcern'd, as They!) 131:07,011[C ]| No beasts (at Noon I look't) had trod my ground; 131:07,012[C ]| Nor has Joanna or Her Shepheard frown'd. 131:07,000[' ]| 131:07,013[B ]| Then stop the lavish fountain of your Eyes, 131:07,014[B ]| Nor let those sighs from your swoln bosom rise, 131:07,015[B ]| Chase Sadness, Friend, and Solitude away, 131:07,016[B ]| And once again rejoice, and once again look Gay. 131:07,000[' ]| 131:07,017[C ]| Say what can more our tortur'd Souls annoy, 131:07,018[C ]| Than to behold, admire, and lose our Joy? 131:07,019[C ]| Whose Fate more hard then those who sadly run 131:07,020[C ]| For the last Glimps of the departing Sun? 131:07,021[C ]| Or what Severer Sentence can be given, 131:07,022[C ]| Then having Seen, to be excluded Heaven? 131:07,000[' ]| 131:07,023[B ]| None Shepeard none ~~ 131:07,000[' ]| 131:07,023[C ]| Then cease to chide my cares, 131:07,024[C ]| And rather pitty then restrain my Tears; 131:07,025[C ]| Those Tears, my Damon, which I justly Shed, 131:07,026[C ]| To think how great my Joys, how soon they fled. 131:07,027[C ]| I told Thee, Friend, (now bless the Shepheards name 131:07,028[C ]| From whose dear Care the kind occasion came) 131:07,029[C ]| That I, ev'n I, might happily receive, 131:07,030[C ]| The sacred Wealth which Heav'n and Daphnis give. 131:07,031[C ]| That I might See the lovely awfull Swain 131:07,032[C ]| Whose holy Crosier guides our willing plain: 131:07,033[C ]| Whose pleasing Pow'r, and ruling goodness keep 131:07,034[C ]| Our Souls, with equal care as We our Sheep. 131:07,035[C ]| Whose Praise excites each Lyre, employes each Tongue 131:07,036[C ]| Whilst only he that caus'd dislikes the Song. 131:07,037[C ]| To this Great, Humble, parting Man I gain'd 131:07,038[C ]| Access, and happy for an Hour I reign'd. 131:07,039[C ]| Happy, as new form'd Man in Paradice, 131:07,040[C ]| 'Ere Sin debaucht his inoffensive bliss: 131:07,041[C ]| Happy as Heroes after Battells won; 131:07,042[C ]| Prophets entranc't; or Monarchs on the Throne ~~ 131:07,043[C ]| ~~ But (oh!, my Freind,) those Joys with Daphnis flew, 131:07,044[C ]| To them these tributary Tears are due. 131:07,000[' ]| 131:07,045[B ]| Was He soe Humble then? those Joys soe vast? 131:07,046[B ]| Cease to admire that both so quickly past. 131:07,047[B ]| Too happy should We be would smiling Fate 131:07,048[B ]| Render one blessing durable and great: 131:07,049[B ]| But (oh! the sad vicissitude), how soon 131:07,050[B ]| Unwelcome night succeeds the cheerful Noon! 131:07,051[B ]| And rigid Winter nips the flowry pomp of June! 131:07,052[B ]| Then greive not, Friend, like Thee Since all mankind, 131:07,053[B ]| A certain change of Joy and Sorrows find. 131:07,054[B ]| Suppress thy sighs, thy down-cast Eye-lids raise, 131:07,055[B ]| Whom present thou ador'dst, him Absent praise. 131:08,000[' ]| <\To Madam K: P\.> 131:08,000[' ]| <\A Pastoral Dialogue.\> 131:08,000[' ]| 131:08,001[B ]| SEE Strephon what a refulgent ray 131:08,002[B ]| Dispells yon Clouds, and gilds the rising day 131:08,003[B ]| The smiling Feilds their early Treasures brings 131:08,004[B ]| And warbling Birds proclaim the coming spring 131:08,005[B ]| Young tender Plants and swelling buds appear 131:08,006[B ]| Whilst Nature smiling seems to bless the Year. 131:08,007[B ]| Lively the Nymphs and sportive are their Swains, 131:08,008[B ]| All Sorrows Banish'd from the cheerful Plains 131:08,009[B ]| Save only what Thy troubl'd Soul contains. 131:08,010[B ]| Then tell me Strephon, prythee tell me why 131:08,011[B ]| Dost Thou in mournful shades obscurely lye? 131:08,012[B ]| Why dost Thou sigh, why strike Thy panting breast 131:08,013[B ]| And steal from life the needful hours of rest? 131:08,014[B ]| Are thy Kids starv'd by rig'rous Winter's frost? 131:08,015[B ]| Are any of thy bleating straglers lost? 131:08,016[B ]| Have Strangers Cattle trod thy new Plow'd ground 131:08,017[B ]| Or (what is worst) has great JOANNA frown'd? 131:08,000[' ]| 131:08,018[C ]| ON yonder Hills my bleating straglers play 131:08,019[C ]| (Ah! were their Master unconcern'd as they) 131:08,020[C ]| No beasts (at Noon I look'd) had trod my ground 131:08,021[C ]| Nor have I lost my Kids, nor has Joanna frown'd? 131:08,000[' ]| 131:08,022[B ]| THEN stop the lavish fountains of your Eyes 131:08,023[B ]| Nor let those Sighs from your swoln bosom rise, 131:08,024[B ]| Send all these melancholy thoughts away 131:08,025[B ]| And once again rejoice, and once again look gay. 131:08,000[' ]| 131:08,026[C ]| AH Damon what can add to Sorrows more 131:08,027[C ]| Then thoughts of happyness enjoy'd before? 131:08,028[C ]| What more disturbs the slighted Lovers breast 131:08,029[C ]| Then sad remembrance how he has been bless'd 131:08,030[C ]| What kind reception once his Passion found 131:08,031[C ]| And how he flourish'd e'er his fair one frown'd? 131:08,032[C ]| What more the wretched Exil's soul annoys 131:08,033[C ]| Then recollection of his former Joys? 131:08,034[C ]| Or what severer Sentence can be giv'n 131:08,035[C ]| Then having seen, to be excluded Heav'n? 131:08,000[' ]| 131:08,036[B ]| NONE Shepheard None ~~ 131:08,000[' ]| 131:08,037[C ]| ~~ then cease to chide my Cares 131:08,038[C ]| And rather pitty then restrain my Tears, 131:08,039[C ]| Those tears, my Damon, which I justly shed 131:08,040[C ]| To think how great my Joys, how soon they fled; 131:08,041[C ]| I told thee, Friend (when I forsook those Sheep 131:08,042[C ]| Which Thou the while with equal care didst keep) 131:08,043[C ]| That I wou'd visit fair Celinda's Shrine, 131:08,044[C ]| And pay those Vows which gratitude enjoyn. 131:08,045[C ]| Since then how happy did thy Strephon live. 131:08,046[C ]| Happy ~~ ~~ 131:08,047[C ]| In all kind Heav'n or kinder She cou'd give 131:08,048[C ]| Happy as new form'd Man in Paradice 131:08,049[C ]| E'er Sin debauch'd his inoffensive bliss 131:08,050[C ]| Happy as Heroes after Battles won, 131:08,051[C ]| Prophets entranc'd or Monarchs on their Throne. 131:08,052[C ]| Then chide not if I sometimes drop a Tear 131:08,053[C ]| When I remember how I triumph'd there 131:08,054[C ]| And with past pleasures present woes compare. 131:08,000[' ]| 131:08,055[B ]| BUT were those pleasures so extremely vast? 131:08,056[B ]| Wonder not then that they so quickly past. 131:08,057[B ]| Too happy shou'd we be wou'd smiling Fate 131:08,058[B ]| Render one blessing durable and great. 131:08,059[B ]| But (Ah! the sad Vicisitude) how soon 131:08,060[B ]| Unwelcome Night succeeds the chearful Noon 131:08,061[B ]| And rigid Winter nips the flow'ry pomp of June. 131:08,062[B ]| Then grieve not Friend, like Thee since all Mankind 131:08,063[B ]| A certain change of Joy and sorrows find 131:08,064[B ]| Come give thy anxious Soul its wonted peace 131:08,065[B ]| And from this Hour let all sad troubles cease; 131:08,066[B ]| Suppress thy Sighs, those down cast Eyelids raise, 131:08,067[B ]| Tune thy neglected Harp, and sing the Goddess' praise. 131:09,000[' ]| <\To the Reverend Father in God Francis,\> 131:09,000[' ]| <\Lord Bishop of Ely &c.\> 131:09,001[A ]| IF Poets, e're they cloath'd their infant Thought, 131:09,002[A ]| And the rude Work to just perfection brought, 131:09,003[A ]| Did still some God or Godlike Man invoke, 131:09,004[A ]| Whose mighty Name their sacred Silence broke; 131:09,005[A ]| Your Goodness, Sir, will easily excuse 131:09,006[A ]| The bold request of an aspiring Muse; 131:09,007[A ]| Who with your blessing would Your Aid implore 131:09,008[A ]| And in her weakness justifie Your Power: 131:09,009[A ]| From Your fair Pattern, Sir, she strives to write, 131:09,010[A ]| And, with unequall Strength, pursues your flight 131:09,011[A ]| Yet hopes She ne'r can Err that follows You, 131:09,012[A ]| Led by Your blest Commands, and great Example too: 131:09,013[A ]| Then Smiling an aspiring Influ'nce give, 131:09,014[A ]| And make the Muse and her Endeavours live; 131:09,015[A ]| Claim all her future Labours as Your due, 131:09,016[A ]| Let every Song begin and end with You; 131:09,017[A ]| So to the blest retreat She'l gladly goe, 131:09,018[A ]| Where the Saints Palm, and Muses lawrell grow; 131:09,019[A ]| Where kindly Both in glad embraces joyn'd, 131:09,020[A ]| And round Your Brow their mingled Honours twin'd; 131:09,021[A ]| Both to the Virtue due which could excell 131:09,022[A ]| As much in Writing as in Living Well: 131:09,023[A ]| So shall she proudly press the tunefull string, 131:09,024[A ]| And mighty Things in mighty Numbers sing; 131:09,025[A ]| Nor doubt to strike Prudentius' daring Lyre, 131:09,026[A ]| And humbly bring the Verse which You inspire. 131:10,000[' ]| <\A Satyr on the modern Translators.\> 131:10,000[' ]| <\7Odi 7imitatores 7servum 7pecus, &c.\> 131:10,001[A ]| SINCE the united cunning of the Stage, 131:10,002[A ]| Has balk'd the hireling Drudges of the Age: 131:10,003[A ]| Since \Betterton\ of late so thrifty's grown, 131:10,004[A ]| Revives old Plays, or wisely acts his own: 131:10,005[A ]| Thum'd \Rider\ with a Catalogue of Rhimes, 131:10,006[A ]| Makes the compleatest Poet of our Times: 131:10,007[A ]| Those who with nine months toil had spoil'd a Play, 131:10,008[A ]| In hopes of Eating at a full Third day, 131:10,009[A ]| Justly despairing longer to sustain 131:10,010[A ]| A craving Stomach from an empty Brain, 131:10,011[A ]| Have left Stage-practice, chang'd their old Vocations, 131:10,012[A ]| Atoning for bad Plays, with worse Translations, 131:10,013[A ]| And like old \Sternhold\ with laborious spite, 131:10,014[A ]| Burlesque what nobler Muses better write: 131:10,015[A ]| Thus while they for their Causes only seem 131:10,016[A ]| To change the Channel, they corrupt the Stream. 131:10,017[A ]| So breaking \Vintners\ to increase their Wine, 131:10,018[A ]| With nauseous Drugs debauch the generous Vine: 131:10,019[A ]| So barren \Gipsies\ for recruit are said, 131:10,020[A ]| With Strangers Issue to maintain the Trade; 131:10,021[A ]| But lest the fair Bantling should be known, 131:10,022[A ]| A daubing Walnut makes him all their own. 131:10,023[A ]| In the head of this Gang too \John*Dryden\ appears, 131:10,024[A ]| But to save the Town-censure and lessen his Fears, 131:10,025[A ]| Join'd with a Spark whose Title makes me civil, 131:10,026[A ]| For \7Scandalum 7Magnatum\ is the Devil: 131:10,027[A ]| Such mighty Thoughts from \Ovid's\ Letters flow, 131:10,028[A ]| That the Translation is a work for two; 131:10,029[A ]| Who in one copy joyn'd their shame have shewn, 131:10,030[A ]| Since \T***e\ could spoil so many, though alone: 131:10,031[A ]| My Lord I thought so generous would prove, 131:10,032[A ]| To scorn a Rival in affairs of Love: 131:10,033[A ]| But well he knew his teeming pangs were vain, 131:10,034[A ]| Till Midwife \Dryden\ eas'd his labouring Brain; 131:10,035[A ]| And that when part of \Hudibras's\ Horse 131:10,036[A ]| Jogg'd on, the other would not hang an Arse; 131:10,037[A ]| So when fleet \Jowler\ hears the joyfull halloo, 131:10,038[A ]| He drags his sluggish Mare, and \Troy\ must follow. 131:10,039[A ]| But how could this learn'd brace employ their time? 131:10,040[A ]| One construed sure, while th'other pump'd for Rhime: 131:10,041[A ]| Or it with these, as once at \Rome\, succeeds, 131:10,042[A ]| The \Bibulus\ subscribes to \Ca*esar's\ Deeds: 131:10,043[A ]| This, from his Partners Acts, ensures his Name, 131:10,044[A ]| Oh sacred thirst of everlasting Fame! 131:10,045[A ]| That could defile those well cut Nails with Ink, 131:10,046[A ]| And make his Honour condescend to think: 131:10,047[A ]| But what Excuse, what Preface can atone, 131:10,048[A ]| For Crimes which guilty \Bayes\ has singly done? 131:10,049[A ]| \Bayes\, whom \Rose*Alley\ Ambuscade injoyn'd, 131:10,050[A ]| To be to Vices which he practic'd kind, 131:10,051[A ]| And brought the venome of a spitefull \Satyr\, 131:10,052[A ]| To the safe innocence of a \dull Translator\. 131:10,053[A ]| \Bayes\, who by all the Club was thought most fit 131:10,054[A ]| To violate the \Mantuan Prophet's\ wit, 131:10,055[A ]| And more debauch what loose \Lucretius\ writ. 131:10,056[A ]| When I behold the rovings of his Muse, 131:10,057[A ]| How soon \Assyrian\ Ointments she would lose 131:10,058[A ]| For Diamond Buckles sparkling at their Shoes. 131:10,059[A ]| When \Virgil's\ height is lost, when \Ovid\ soars, 131:10,060[A ]| And in Heroics \Canace\ deplores 131:10,061[A ]| Her Follies, louder than her Father roars, 131:10,062[A ]| I'd let him take \Almanzor\ for his Theme; 131:10,063[A ]| In lofty Verse make \Maximin\ blaspheme, 131:10,064[A ]| Or sing in softer Airs St. \Katharine's\ Dream. 131:10,065[A ]| Nay, I could hear him damn last Ages Wit, 131:10,066[A ]| And rail at Excellence he ne'er can hit; 131:10,067[A ]| His Envy shou'd at powerfull \Cowley\ rage, 131:10,068[A ]| And banish Sense with \Johnson\ from the Stage: 131:10,069[A ]| His Sacrilege should plunder \Shakespear's\ Urn, 131:10,070[A ]| With a dull Prologue make the Ghost return 131:10,071[A ]| To bear a second Death, and greater pain, 131:10,072[A ]| While the Fiend's words the Oracle prophane; 131:10,073[A ]| But when not satisfy'd with Spoils at home, 131:10,074[A ]| The Pyrate wou'd to foreign Borders roam; 131:10,075[A ]| May he still split on some unlucky Coast, 131:10,076[A ]| And have his Works, or Dictionary lost; 131:10,077[A ]| That he may know what \Roman\ Authors mean, 131:10,078[A ]| No more than does our blind Translatress \Behn\. 131:10,079[A ]| The Female Wit, who next convicted stands, 131:10,080[A ]| Not for abusing \Ovid's\ Verse but \Sand's\: 131:10,081[A ]| She might have learn'd from the ill borrow'd Grace, 131:10,082[A ]| (Which little helps the ruine of her Face) 131:10,083[A ]| That Wit, like Beauty, triumphs o're the Heart, 131:10,084[A ]| When more of Nature's seen and less of Art: 131:10,085[A ]| Nor strive in \Ovid's\ Letters to have shown, 131:10,086[A ]| As much of Skill, as Lewdness in her own: 131:10,087[A ]| Then let her from the next inconstant Lover, 131:10,088[A ]| Take a new Copy for a second Rover: 131:10,089[A ]| Describe the cunningof a Jilting Whore, 131:10,090[A ]| From the ill Arts her self has us'd before; 131:10,091[A ]| Thus let her write, but Paraphrase no more. 131:10,092[A ]| \R***mer\ to \Crambo\ privilege does claim, 131:10,093[A ]| Nor from the Poet's Genius, but his Name; 131:10,094[A ]| Which Providence in contradiction meant, 131:10,095[A ]| Though he Predestination cou'd prevent, 131:10,096[A ]| And with bold dulness translate Heavens intent. 131:10,097[A ]| Rash Man! we paid thee Adoration due, 131:10,098[A ]| That ancient Criticks were excell'd by you: 131:10,099[A ]| Each little Wit to your Tribunal came 131:10,100[A ]| To hear their doom, and to secure their Fame: 131:10,101[A ]| But for Respect you servilely sought Praise, 131:10,102[A ]| Slighted the Umpire's Palm to court the Poet's Bayes; 131:10,103[A ]| While wise Reflexions and a grave Discourse, 131:10,104[A ]| Declin'd to Zoons a River for a Horse. 131:10,105[A ]| So discontented \Pemberton\ withdrew, 131:10,106[A ]| From sleeping Judges to the noisie Crew; 131:10,107[A ]| Chang'd awefull Ermin for a servile Gown, 131:10,108[A ]| And to an humble fawning smooth'd his frown: 131:10,109[A ]| The \Simile\ will differ here indeed; 131:10,110[A ]| You cannot versify, though he can plead. 131:10,111[A ]| To painfull \Creech\ my last Advice descends, 131:10,112[A ]| That he and Learning would at length be Friends; 131:10,113[A ]| That he'd command his dreadfull Forces home, 131:10,114[A ]| Not be a second \Hannibal\ to \Rome\. 131:10,115[A ]| But since no Counsel his Resolves can bow, 131:10,116[A ]| Nor may thy fate, O \Rome\, resist his Vow; 131:10,117[A ]| Debarr'd from Pens as Lunaticks from Swords, 131:10,118[A ]| He shou'd be kept from waging war with Words. 131:10,119[A ]| Words which at first like Atoms did advance, 131:10,120[A ]| To the just measure of a tunefull Dance, 131:10,121[A ]| And jumpt to Form, as did his Worlds, by chance. 131:10,122[A ]| This pleas'd the Genius of the vicious Town; 131:10,123[A ]| The Wits confirm'd his Labours with renown, 131:10,124[A ]| And swore the early Atheist for their own. 131:10,125[A ]| Had he stopt here ~~ But ruin'd by Success, 131:10,126[A ]| With a new Spawn he fill'd the burthen'd Press, 131:10,127[A ]| Till, as his Volumes swell'd, his Fame grew less. 131:10,128[A ]| So Merchants flattered with increasing Gain, 131:10,129[A ]| Still tempt the falshood of the doubtfull Main; 131:10,130[A ]| So the first running of the lucky Dice, 131:10,131[A ]| Does eager Bully to new Bets intice; 131:10,132[A ]| Till Fortune urges him to be undone, 131:10,133[A ]| And \Ames-Ace\ loses what kind \Sixes\ wone. 131:10,134[A ]| Witness this Truth \Lucretia's\ wretched Fate, 131:10,135[A ]| Which better have I heard my Nurse relate; 131:10,136[A ]| The Matron suffers violence again, 131:10,137[A ]| Not \Tarquin's\ Lust so vile as \Creech's\ Pen; 131:10,138[A ]| Witness those heaps his Midnight Studies raise, 131:10,139[A ]| Hoping to rival \Ogilby\ in Praise: 131:10,140[A ]| Both writ so much, so ill, a doubt might rise, 131:10,141[A ]| Which with most Justice might deserve the Prize; 131:10,142[A ]| Had not the first the Town with Cutts appeas'd, 131:10,143[A ]| And where the Poem fail'd the Picture pleas'd. 131:10,144[A ]| Wits of a meaner rank I wou'd rehearse, 131:10,145[A ]| But will not plague your Patience nor my Verse: 131:10,146[A ]| In long oblivion may they happy lie, 131:10,147[A ]| And with their Writings may their Folly die. 131:10,148[A ]| Now why should we poor \Ovid\ yet pursue, 131:10,149[A ]| And make his very Book an Exile too, 131:10,150[A ]| In words more barbarous than the place he knew? 131:10,151[A ]| If \Virgil\ labour'd not to be translated, 131:10,152[A ]| Why suffers he the only thing he hated? 131:10,153[A ]| Had he foreseen some ill officious Tongue, 131:10,154[A ]| Wou'd in unequal Strains blaspheme his Song; 131:10,155[A ]| Nor Prayers, nor Force, nor Fame shou'd e'er prevent 131:10,156[A ]| The just Performance of his wise intent: 131:10,157[A ]| Smiling he'd seen his martyr'd Work expire, 131:10,158[A ]| Nor live to feel more cruel Foes than Fire. 131:10,159[A ]| Some Fop in Preface may those Thefts excuse, 131:10,160[A ]| That \Virgil\ was the draught of \Homer's\ Muse: 131:10,161[A ]| That \Horace's\ by \Pindar's\ Lyre was strung, 131:10,162[A ]| By the great Image of whose Voice he sung; 131:10,163[A ]| They found the Mass, 'tis true, but in their Mould 131:10,164[A ]| They purg'd the drossy Oar to current Gold: 131:10,165[A ]| Mending their Pattern, they escap'd the Curse, 131:10,166[A ]| Yet had \they\ not writ better, they'd writ worse. 131:10,167[A ]| But when we bind the Lyric up to rhime, 131:10,168[A ]| And lose the Sense to make the Poem chime: 131:10,169[A ]| When from their Flocks we force \Sicilian\ Swains, 131:10,170[A ]| To ravish Milk-maids in our \English\ Plains; 131:10,171[A ]| And wandring Authors, e'er they touch our shore, 131:10,172[A ]| Must, like our Locust \Hugonots\, be poor. 131:10,173[A ]| I'de bid th'importing Club their pains forbear, 131:10,174[A ]| And traffick in our own, tho' homely ware, 131:10,175[A ]| Whilst from themselves the honest Vermin spin, 131:10,176[A ]| I'de like the Texture, tho' the Web be thin; 131:10,177[A ]| Nay, take \Crown's\ Plays, because his own, for wit; 131:10,178[A ]| And praise what \D'urfey\, not translating, writ. 131:11,000[' ]| <1686> 131:11,000[' ]| <\A Hymn to the Spring.\> 131:11,000[' ]| 131:11,001[A ]| FAIREST Child of flowing time, 131:11,002[A ]| Earths refreshment, Heav'ns delight, 131:11,003[A ]| Beauties honor, Natures Prime 131:11,004[A ]| Joy of our Soul, and glory of our sight! 131:11,005[A ]| O bridle in the posting hours; 131:11,006[A ]| Thy too precipitated course restrain, 131:11,007[A ]| Cast out thy blossoms, spread thy flow'rs, 131:11,008[A ]| Augment our pleasure, and prolong thy reign. 131:11,009[A ]| For t'were impiety to wish Thee gone, 131:11,010[A ]| Tho Summer next and all her fruits come on. 131:11,000[' ]| 131:11,011[A ]| All, thy absent Deity 131:11,012[A ]| With repeated Pray'rs implore; 131:11,013[A ]| All rejoice, thy Presence nigh, 131:11,014[A ]| Behold thy Miracles, and bless thy Pow'r. 131:11,015[A ]| The Farmer from thy looks receives 131:11,016[A ]| The blooming promise of a fruitful Year: 131:11,017[A ]| The Lover from thy bounty weaves 131:11,018[A ]| An early Honor for his Mistress' hair: 131:11,019[A ]| The sullen Warrior smiles, to see thee spread 131:11,020[A ]| The future Pride of his ennobled head. 131:11,000[' ]| 131:11,021[A ]| Senseless as the Year we lye, 131:11,022[A ]| 'Till kind spring's enlivening fires 131:11,023[A ]| Wakens our activity, 131:11,024[A ]| Improves our Joys, and heightens our desires. 131:11,025[A ]| For thee ev'n Venus we'l despise 131:11,026[A ]| Thou brighter Queen of Harmony and Love! 131:11,027[A ]| And Thee too born above the skies 131:11,028[A ]| Without a fictious Metaphor we'l prove: 131:11,029[A ]| For what is Heav'n but bright recesses, where 131:11,030[A ]| A constant Spring inriches all the Year? 131:12,000[' ]| <1687> 131:12,000[' ]| <\To the E of D. on the Birth of His Son.\> 131:12,000[' ]| 131:12,001[A ]| WAKE Goddess wake thy drousy Lyre 131:12,002[A ]| Let the neglected Chords to louder Strains be strung, 131:12,003[A ]| And raise Thy voice, and swell thy numbers higher, 131:12,004[A ]| No common Theme requires Thy Song. 131:12,005[A ]| For loe! from old Eternities glad Womb 131:12,006[A ]| The promis'd day, the glorious Birth is come: 131:12,007[A ]| 'Tis come; the noble Babe securely lies 131:12,008[A ]| On his fair Mothers joyful breast; 131:12,009[A ]| (Happy his Age whose Infancy enjoys 131:12,010[A ]| A Seat of Plenty and a Heav'n of rest.) 131:12,011[A ]| But, Oh! what Clouds of glory, clouds of light 131:12,012[A ]| Too strong for feeble Mans external Eye 131:12,013[A ]| Roll round the noble Babe, and mock my drowned Sight: 131:12,014[A ]| That Light, that glory I wou'd see; 131:12,015[A ]| Hear, Goddess, hear thy Votary: 131:12,016[A ]| The meanest of thy Sons inspire 131:12,017[A ]| Come to my breast, and with Thy pow'rful ray 131:12,018[A ]| Drive dimm Humanity away 131:12,019[A ]| Wake, Goddess, wake thy Lyre. 131:12,000[' ]| 131:12,020[A ]| Hark the quicken'd Lyre awakes, 131:12,021[A ]| Each willing string melodious tremblings makes: 131:12,022[A ]| And see! the appeas'd Air, and opening sky 131:12,023[A ]| Proclaim the Goddess nigh. 131:12,024[A ]| She's here, I feel the generous rage within 131:12,025[A ]| Enliven each extended vein. 131:12,026[A ]| I feel the kind the cruel Goddess roll 131:12,027[A ]| All through each part of my exalted Soul 131:12,028[A ]| And prest with Joy and pain'd with extacy 131:12,029[A ]| Loe! what mighty things I see. 131:12,000[' ]| 131:12,030[A ]| Mid'st a fair Troop of smiling Deities: 131:12,031[A ]| Grave Janus with Majestic pace draws near 131:12,032[A ]| The sacred place where the blest Infant lies. 131:12,033[A ]| Janus with pleasing Care and easy Joy 131:12,034[A ]| Does all his happy Eyes imploy 131:12,035[A ]| The lovely Babe to view 131:12,036[A ]| Employs 'em all, and thinks them all too few. 131:12,037[A ]| Pleas'd and ravish'd with the sight 131:12,038[A ]| He wings the coming Hours with new delight 131:12,039[A ]| No more looks backward now, but here 131:12,040[A ]| From this blest Birth dates the enobl'd Year. 131:12,000[' ]| 131:12,041[A ]| Jocund Hymen next appears 131:12,042[A ]| His fragrant head with chearful joy he rears 131:12,043[A ]| With freshest wreaths his hair was bound 131:12,044[A ]| With brightest flames his torch was crown'd. 131:12,045[A ]| Onward he came and coming smil'd 131:12,046[A ]| And saw and kist and blest the happy Child 131:12,047[A ]| He saw and kist and blest, and laugh'd aloud 131:12,048[A ]| Whilst all the little lovely crowd 131:12,049[A ]| Who with officious Joy stood hov'ring by 131:12,050[A ]| Laugh'd aloud with Him, and blest the Augury. 131:12,000[' ]| 131:12,051[A ]| Wanton and gay came Venus by 131:12,052[A ]| Venus saw Dorinda's Son 131:12,053[A ]| Smil'd and took him for her own 131:12,054[A ]| And much She wou'd have said of flames and darts 131:12,055[A ]| Of sighing Maids and yeilding hearts 131:12,056[A ]| But Pallas with majestic gravity 131:12,057[A ]| Reprov'd the light discourse, and Know, she crys, 131:12,058[A ]| This Child is born to nobler Victories: 131:12,059[A ]| Arms and the dusky field shal be his care 131:12,060[A ]| 'Tis he shal lead the gen'rous Britain forth 131:12,061[A ]| To hazardous encounter and hard war, 131:12,062[A ]| He shal renew his fam'd forefathers worth 131:12,063[A ]| And bid the wond'ring Soldier imitate 131:12,064[A ]| His Virtue and be great. 131:12,065[A ]| She said, and reverently low deprest 131:12,066[A ]| Her armed head down to the Lovely Child; 131:12,067[A ]| The lovely Child with Ominous gallantry 131:12,068[A ]| Threw his young Arms around her glittring Crest 131:12,069[A ]| And claspt it to him close and smil'd 131:12,070[A ]| Whilst all the greater Gods that waited by 131:12,071[A ]| Bow'd to the Babe, and blest the Augury. 131:12,072[A ]| With mild Magnificence and humble State 131:12,073[A ]| See Jove Himself vouchsafes to wait. 131:13,000[' ]| <\Satyr on the Poets.\> 131:13,000[' ]| <\In Imitation of the Seventh Satyr of Juvenal.\> 131:13,000[' ]| <\7Et 7Spes, & 7Ratio 7Studiorum, &c.\> 131:13,001[A ]| ALL my Endeavours, all my Hopes depend 131:13,002[A ]| On you, the Orphans, and the Muses Friend: 131:13,003[A ]| The only great good Man, who will declare 131:13,004[A ]| Virtue, and Verse the Objects of your care, 131:13,005[A ]| And prove a Patron in the worst of times: 131:13,006[A ]| When Hungry \Bayes\ forsakes his empty Rhymes, 131:13,007[A ]| Beseeching all true Catholicks Charity 131:13,008[A ]| For a poor Proselyte, that long did lye 131:13,009[A ]| Under the Mortal Sins of Verse and Heresie. 131:13,010[A ]| \Shadwell\ and starving \Tate\ I scorn to Name; 131:13,011[A ]| Poets of all Religions are the same: 131:13,012[A ]| Recanting \Settle\, brings the tuneful Ware, 131:13,013[A ]| Which wiser \Smithfield\ damn'd to \Sturbridge\ Fair: 131:13,014[A ]| Protests his Tragedies and Lybels fail 131:13,015[A ]| To yield him Paper, penny Loaves and Ale; 131:13,016[A ]| And bids our Youth, by his Example fly 131:13,017[A ]| The love of Politicks, and Poetry. 131:13,018[A ]| And all Retreats, except \Newball\, refuse 131:13,019[A ]| To shelter starving \Durfey's\ Jocky Muse: 131:13,020[A ]| There to the Butler, and her Graces Maid, 131:13,021[A ]| he turns like \Homer\, Sonnettier for Bread: 131:13,022[A ]| Knows his just Bounds; nor ever durst aspire 131:13,023[A ]| Beyond the swearing Grooms, and Kitchin Fire. 131:13,024[A ]| Is there a Man to these Examples blind, 131:13,025[A ]| To Clinking Numbers fatally design'd, 131:13,026[A ]| Who, by his Parts wou'd purchase Meat and Fame, 131:13,027[A ]| And in next Miscellanies plant his Name? 131:13,028[A ]| Were my Beard grown, the wretch I'd thus advise; 131:13,029[A ]| Repent fond Mortal, and be timely wise; 131:13,030[A ]| Take heed, nor be by guilded Fops betray'd 131:13,031[A ]| \Clio's\ a Jilt, and \Pegasus\ a Jade. 131:13,032[A ]| By Verse you'l starve; \John*Saul\ cou'd never live, 131:13,033[A ]| Unless the Bell-Man made the Poet thrive: 131:13,034[A ]| Go rather, in some little Shed by \Pauls'\, 131:13,035[A ]| Sell \Chivy*Chase\, and \Baxter's\ Salve for Souls. 131:13,036[A ]| Cry Rara Shows, sing Ballads, Transcribe Votes, 131:13,037[A ]| Be \Care\, or \Ketch\, or any thing, but \Oates\. 131:13,038[A ]| Hold Sir, some Bully of the Muses Cryes, 131:13,039[A ]| Methinks you're more Satyrical, than Wise: 131:13,040[A ]| You rail at Verse indeed; but rail in Rhime; 131:13,041[A ]| At once incourage, and condemn the Crime. 131:13,042[A ]| True Sir, I write, and have a Patron too, 131:13,043[A ]| To whom my Tributary Songs are due; 131:13,044[A ]| Yet with your leave I'de honestly dissuade 131:13,045[A ]| Those wretched Men from \Pindus\ barren Shade: 131:13,046[A ]| Who, tho they tire their Muse and rak their Brains, 131:13,047[A ]| With blustring Heroes, and with piping Swains, 131:13,048[A ]| Can no Great patient giving Man engage 131:13,049[A ]| To fill their Pockets, and their Title Page. 131:13,050[A ]| Were I like these unhappily Decreed 131:13,051[A ]| By penny Elegies to get my Bread; 131:13,052[A ]| Or want a Meal, unless \George*Croom\ and I 131:13,053[A ]| Cou'd strike a Bargain for my Poetry: 131:13,054[A ]| I'd damn my Works, to wrap up Soap and Cheese 131:13,055[A ]| Or furnish Squibs for City Prentices; 131:13,056[A ]| To burn the Pope, and Celebrate \Queen*Bess\. 131:13,057[A ]| But on; your ruin stubbornly pursue; 131:13,058[A ]| Herd with the hungry little Chiming Crew, 131:13,059[A ]| Obtain the empty Title of a Wit, 131:13,060[A ]| And be a free-cost Noisie in the Pit, 131:13,061[A ]| Print your dull Poems, and before 'em place 131:13,062[A ]| A Crown of Laurel, and a Meager Face: 131:13,063[A ]| And may just Heav'n thy hated Life prolong, 131:13,064[A ]| 'Till thou blest Author! See'st thy deathless Song 131:13,065[A ]| The dusty Lumber of a \Smithfield\ Stall, 131:13,066[A ]| And find thy Picture starch'd to Suburb Wall, 131:13,067[A ]| With \Jony*Armstrong\, and the Prodigal. 131:13,068[A ]| And, to compleat the Curse, 131:13,069[A ]| When Age, and Poverty comes faster on, 131:13,070[A ]| And sad Experience tells thou art undone: 131:13,071[A ]| May no kind Country Grammar School afford 131:13,072[A ]| Ten Pound a year, for Lodging, Bed and Board, 131:13,073[A ]| Till void of any fix'd Employ, and now 131:13,074[A ]| Grown Useless to the Army, and the Plow, 131:13,075[A ]| You've no friend left, but Trusting Landlady, 131:13,076[A ]| Who stows you in hard Truckle Garret high, 131:13,077[A ]| To dream of Dinner, and Curse Poetry. 131:13,078@b | Sir, I've a Patron, 131:13,078[A ]| you reply; 'tis true, 131:13,079@b | Fortune and Parts, 131:13,079[A ]| you say 131:13,079@b | may get one too: 131:13,080[A ]| Why Faith, e'en try; Write, Flatter, Dedicate, 131:13,081[A ]| My Lord's and his Fore-fathers Deeds relate; 131:13,082[A ]| Yet know, he'll wisely strive ten thousand ways 131:13,083[A ]| To shun a needy Poet's fulsom Praise: 131:13,084[A ]| Nay, to avoid thy Importunity, 131:13,085[A ]| Neglect his State, and condescend to be 131:13,086[A ]| A Poet, tho perhaps he's worse than thee. 131:13,087[A ]| Thus from a Patron, he becomes a Friend; 131:13,088[A ]| Forgetting to Reward, learns to Commend: 131:13,089[A ]| Receives your twelve long Months successful Toil, 131:13,090[A ]| And talks of Author's Energy and Stile; 131:13,091[A ]| Damns the dull Poems of the Scribling Town, 131:13,092[A ]| Applauds your Writing, and Esteems his own: 131:13,093[A ]| Whil'st thou in Complaisance oblig'd must sit 131:13,094[A ]| To extol his Judgment, and admire his Wit; 131:13,095[A ]| And wrapt with his Essay on Poetry, 131:13,096[A ]| Swear \Horace\ writ not half so strong as he, 131:13,097[A ]| But that we're partial to Antiquity. 131:13,098[A ]| Yet this Authentick Peer perhaps scarce knows, 131:13,099[A ]| With Jingling Sounds to tag insipid Prose, 131:13,100[A ]| And shou'd be, by some Honest \Manly\, told 131:13,101[A ]| H'ad lost his Credit, to secure his Gold. 131:13,102[A ]| But if thou'rt bles'd enough to write a Play, 131:13,103[A ]| Without the hungry hopes of kind Third-day, 131:13,104[A ]| And he presumes that to thy Dedication 131:13,105[A ]| Thou'lt fix his Name, not bargain for the Station; 131:13,106[A ]| My Lord his useless Kindness then assures, 131:13,107[A ]| And to the utmost of his power, he's Yours: 131:13,108[A ]| How fine your Plot! how exquisite your Scene! 131:13,109[A ]| And play'd at Court, 'twould strangely please the Queen! 131:13,110[A ]| And you may take his Judgment sure, for he 131:13,111[A ]| Knows the true Spirit of good Poetry, 131:13,112[A ]| And might with equal Justice, have put in 131:13,113[A ]| For Poet*Laureat, as Lord*Chamberlain. 131:13,114[A ]| All this you see and know, yet cease to shun, 131:13,115[A ]| And seeing, knowing, strive to be Undone. 131:13,116[A ]| So Kid-napp'd Dutchess, once beyond \Graves-end\, 131:13,117[A ]| Rejects the Council of recalling Friend; 131:13,118[A ]| Is told the dreadful Bondage she must bear 131:13,119[A ]| And sees, unable to avoid the Snare. 131:13,120[A ]| So practic'd Thief, oft Taken, ne'er dismay'd, 131:13,121[A ]| Forgets the Sentence, and pursues the Trade; 131:13,122[A ]| Tho yet he almost feels the Smoaking Brand, 131:13,123[A ]| And sad \T%*R%\ stands fresh upon his Hand. 131:13,124[A ]| The Author then, whose daring hopes wou'd strive 131:13,125[A ]| With well built Verse, to keep his Fame alive, 131:13,126[A ]| And something to Posterity present, 131:13,127[A ]| That's very New, and very Excellent, 131:13,128[A ]| Something beyond the uncall'd drudging Tribe, 131:13,129[A ]| Beyond What \Bays\ can write, or I describe, 131:13,130[A ]| Shou'd in substantial Happiness abound, 131:13,131[A ]| His Mind with Peace, his Board with Plenty crown'd: 131:13,132[A ]| No early \Duns\ should break his learned Rest, 131:13,133[A ]| No sawcy Cares, his nobler Thoughts molest; 131:13,134[A ]| Only the God within should shake his lab'ring Breast. 131:13,135[A ]| In vain we from our Sonnettiers require 131:13,136[A ]| The height of \Cowley's\ and \Anacreon's\ Lyre: 131:13,137[A ]| "In vain we bid 'em fill the Bowl, 131:13,138[A ]| "Large as their capacious Soul, 131:13,139[A ]| Who since the King was Crown'd, ne'er tasted Wine, 131:13,140[A ]| But rise at Eight, and know not where to Dine. 131:13,141[A ]| In vain, we bid dejected \Settle\ hit 131:13,142[A ]| The Tragick Flights of \Shakespear's\ towring Wit: 131:13,143[A ]| He needs must miss the Mark, who's kept so low 131:13,144[A ]| He scarce has strength enough to draw the Bow. 131:13,145[A ]| \Sidley\ indeed and \Rochester\ might Write, 131:13,146[A ]| For their own Credit, and their Friends Delight, 131:13,147[A ]| Shewing how far they cou'd the rest out-do, 131:13,148[A ]| As in their Fortunes, so their Writings too; 131:13,149[A ]| But shou'd Drudge \Dryden\ this Example take, 131:13,150[A ]| And \Absaloms\ for empty Glory make, 131:13,151[A ]| He'd soon perceive his Income scarce enough, 131:13,152[A ]| To feed his Nostrils with Inspiring Snuff, 131:13,153[A ]| Starving for Meat, nor surfeiting on Praise, 131:13,154[A ]| He'd find his Brain as barren as his \Bays\. 131:13,155[A ]| There was a time When \Otway\ Charm'd the Stage; 131:13,156[A ]| \Otway\ the Hope, the Sorrow of our Age! 131:13,157[A ]| When the full Pitt with pleas'd attention hung, 131:13,158[A ]| Wrap'd with each Accent from \Castalio's\ Tongue: 131:13,159[A ]| With what a Laughter was his Soldier read! 131:13,160[A ]| How Mourn'd they, when his \Jaffier\ Struck and Bled! 131:13,161[A ]| Yet this best Poet, tho with so much ease, 131:13,162[A ]| He never drew his Pen, but sure to please: 131:13,163[A ]| Tho Lightning were less lively than his Wit, 131:13,164[A ]| And Thunder-claps less loud than those o'th' Pit, 131:13,165[A ]| He had of's many Wants, much earlier dy'd, 131:13,166[A ]| Had not kind Banker \Betterton\ supply'd, 131:13,167[A ]| And took for Pawn, the Embrio of a Play, 131:13,168[A ]| Till he could pay himself the next Third-day. 131:13,169[A ]| Were \Shakespear's\ self alive again, he'd ne'er 131:13,170[A ]| Degenerate to a Poet from a Player. 131:13,171[A ]| \Carlile\ i'th' new rais'd Troops preferr'd we see, 131:13,172[A ]| And chatt'ring \Montfort\ in the \Chancery\: 131:13,173[A ]| \Montfort\ how fit for Politicks and Law, 131:13,174[A ]| That play'd so well \Sir*Courtley\ and \Jack*Daw\! 131:13,175[A ]| Dance then Attendance in slow \Mulgrave's\ Hall, 131:13,176[A ]| Read Mapps, or count the Sconces till he call; 131:13,177[A ]| One Actor's Commendation shall do more, 131:13,178[A ]| Than Patron now, or Merit heretofore. 131:13,179[A ]| Some Poets I confess, the Stage has fed, 131:13,180[A ]| Who for Half-crowns are shown, for two pence read; 131:13,181[A ]| But these not envy thou, nor imitate, 131:13,182[A ]| But rather Starve in \Shadwell's\ silent Fate, 131:13,183[A ]| Than new vamp Farces, and be Damn'd with \Tate\. 131:13,184[A ]| For now no \Sidney\ will three hundred give, 131:13,185[A ]| That needy \Spencer\, and his Fame may live. 131:13,186[A ]| None of our Nobility will send 131:13,187[A ]| To the \King's-Bench\, or to his \Bethlem\ Friend. 131:13,188[A ]| Chymists and Whores, by \Buckingham\ were fed, 131:13,189[A ]| Those by their honest Labours gain'd their Bread 131:13,190[A ]| But he was never so expensive yet, 131:13,191[A ]| To keep a Creature meerly for his Wit: 131:13,192[A ]| And \Cowley\, from all \Clifden\, scarce cou'd have 131:13,193[A ]| One Grateful Stone, to show the World his Grave. 131:13,194[A ]| \Pembrook\ lov'd Tragedy, and did provide 131:13,195[A ]| For Butcher's Dogs, and for the whole Bank-side: 131:13,196[A ]| The \Bear\ was fed; but Dedicating \Lee\ 131:13,197[A ]| Was thought to have a larger Paunch than he. 131:13,198[A ]| More I cou'd say; but care not much to meet 131:13,199[A ]| A Crab-Tree Cudgel, in a narrow Street: 131:13,200[A ]| Besides, your Yawning prompts me to give o're, 131:13,201[A ]| Your humble Servant, Sir, not one word more. 131:13,202[A ]| Thus far my Satyrist and angry Friend: 131:13,203[A ]| You, Sir, began the Verse; and You must end. 131:13,204[A ]| And may just Pho*ebus his wish'd Aid deny; 131:13,205[A ]| And my vex'd Strings in sullen Silence lye: 131:13,206[A ]| When they forget Your Name: for O! to You 131:13,207[A ]| My Song, my Thought, my very Soul is due. 131:13,208[A ]| Then O! receive my Thanks: O deign to take 131:13,209[A ]| The little Offering a poor Muse can make: 131:13,210[A ]| That pants and Strives and fain wou'd let Men see 131:13,211[A ]| How good her Patron and how grateful She. 131:13,212[A ]| Fain wou'd ~~ but soon she finds the noble Song 131:13,213[A ]| A Theme too mighty for a Muse so Young; 131:13,214[A ]| Then owns her Weakness, wishes, rages, grieves; 131:13,215[A ]| And with mad trouble the wrong'd subject leaves: 131:13,216[A ]| Yet Vows her Labor She'l one day renew, 131:13,217[A ]| With Strengthn'd Wings the glorious Toil pursue; 131:13,218[A ]| And Sing of wondrous Piety and You. 131:14,000[' ]| <\The Hind and the Panther Transvers'd\> 131:14,000[' ]| <\to the Story of The Country Mouse\> 131:14,000[' ]| <\and the City-Mouse.\> 131:14,000[' ]| 131:14,000[' ]| <\7Nec 7vult 7Panthera 7domari.\ 7Qua*e 7Genus.> 131:15,000[' ]| <\Epistle, to Lord***.\> 131:15,001[A ]| THAT with much Wealth and large encrease, My Lord, 131:15,002[A ]| Your happy Granaries are amply stor'd; 131:15,003[A ]| That You can boast a Noble race, and show 131:15,004[A ]| United Honors Center'd all in You; 131:15,005[A ]| That in all Turns of State Your word has stood, 131:15,006[A ]| To Your own Honor, and Your Countries Good; 131:15,007[A ]| That You write so that since great Strephons death 131:15,008[A ]| No daring brow claims ev'n the Second wreath: 131:15,009[A ]| Yet these Perfections, were my thoughts declar'd, 131:15,010[A ]| Nor ask that praise, nor merit that reward, 131:15,011[A ]| As that one good, which ev'n Your Foes confess 131:15,012[A ]| (If any such there can be) You Possess. 131:15,013[A ]| A real Judgment, and a Solid Mind 131:15,014[A ]| Expert to use these blessings in their kind, 131:15,015[A ]| As Prudence dictates, and as God design'd. 131:15,016[A ]| Tho^ I dont fancy an impartial dole 131:15,017[A ]| Of Sense distributed to every Soul; 131:15,018[A ]| So that no Two, but can exactly say, 131:15,019[A ]| Each had his Measure, tho a diff'rent way: 131:15,020[A ]| Yet potent Nature frankly has bestow'd 131:15,021[A ]| Such various gifts amongst the mingl'd Crowd, 131:15,022[A ]| That I believe, the dullest of the kind, 131:15,023[A ]| Wou'd he but Husband and Manure his Mind, 131:15,024[A ]| Might find some Exc'llence there, which well-improv'd 131:15,025[A ]| At home might make him Pleas'd, in public Lov'd. 131:15,026[A ]| Some with grave Judgment can decide the Cause, 131:15,027[A ]| And govern Nations and Establish Laws. 131:15,028[A ]| Others in rougher Policy Excell, 131:15,029[A ]| Manage their Troops and wage the Battel well. 131:15,030[A ]| With useful Science, some, and wholsom rules, 131:15,031[A ]| Improve our Virtues, and exalt our Souls. 131:15,032[A ]| And some search cunning Nature, and declare 131:15,033[A ]| How all things did, and why they thus appear. 131:15,034[A ]| Some know to bound the Earth; and some to Guide 131:15,035[A ]| The lab'ring Bark above the impetuous Tyde. 131:15,036[A ]| Some can with Art alure the trembling string, 131:15,037[A ]| And happy wonders in apt Measures Sing. 131:15,038[A ]| Others can form the Hero or the Saint, 131:15,039[A ]| In breathing Stone, or animated Paint. 131:15,040[A ]| Thus some may Profit us, and some may Please; 131:15,041[A ]| All may have diff'rent Honors, diff'rent ways. 131:15,042[A ]| Some have large Wealth and may receive the guest 131:15,043[A ]| Others have Wit and Mirth to Crown the Feast. 131:15,044[A ]| Then all that Vice, and those absurdities, 131:15,045[A ]| Which every moment every*body sees, 131:15,046[A ]| Arise, (might I declare my thoughts) from this; 131:15,047[A ]| Not that Men want, but use their Parts amiss: 131:15,048[A ]| Not One in Twenty their own Tallents know, 131:15,049[A ]| The Ox wou'd champ the bitt, the War horse plough: 131:15,050[A ]| The Coward Sieges and Campaigns recites, 131:15,051[A ]| The Cripple dances, and the Coxcomb writes. 131:15,052[A ]| No Ancient Piece, much harder than the rest, 131:15,053[A ]| That by Translation scorns to be exprest, 131:15,054[A ]| But all those People who to Phillis chime, 131:15,055[A ]| And make \admiring\ and \desiring\ Rhime, 131:15,056[A ]| With Emu'lous Labour turn and tumble it, 131:15,057[A ]| And heads forthwith are scratch'd, and nailes are bitt. 131:15,058[A ]| No happy Picture, whose rich features show 131:15,059[A ]| Vandyke! Thy labour, or Thine, Angelo! 131:15,060[A ]| But whilst the Dawbers with joint pains combine 131:15,061[A ]| To rival each inimitable line, 131:15,062[A ]| The great Original comes forth a \Sign\. 131:15,063[A ]| Painters and Poets any*thing may dare ~~ 131:15,064[A ]| I grant You, Sir, but with a previous Care 131:15,065[A ]| Of what their Strength denys, and what t'wil bear. 131:15,066[A ]| Who after Waller sings the \Holland\-fight, 131:15,067[A ]| Tells but how Ill 'tis possible to write: 131:15,068[A ]| Who fain wou'd throughly show his want of Skill, 131:15,069[A ]| From Lely draws my Lady*Cleveland ill. 131:15,070[A ]| Is there a Man, on whom indulgent fate 131:15,071[A ]| Has smil'd, and thrown a competent Estate? 131:15,072[A ]| With Sense enough to use the blessing right, 131:15,073[A ]| To his own Pleasure, and his Friends delight. 131:15,074[A ]| On he shal run, where Nature never mean't, 131:15,075[A ]| Nor friends, nor force, nor Bedlam, shal prevent. 131:15,076[A ]| Perhaps his Whim runs to Divinity, 131:15,077[A ]| Not \Pulton\ then, not Casuist \ABC\, 131:15,078[A ]| Or their new Converts, troublesome as he. 131:15,079[A ]| Perhaps to Law; his Cases then shal tire 131:15,080[A ]| A City Orphan, or a Norfolk Squire; 131:15,081[A ]| His unintelligible Talk shal put 131:15,082[A ]| A Widow, or a real Lawyer, out. 131:15,083[A ]| Take heed (crys all the Country) come not near! 131:15,084[A ]| 'Tis Term-time at his Table all the Year. 131:15,085[A ]| Is there another, with such moderate Sence 131:15,086[A ]| It just suffices not to give offence? 131:15,087[A ]| Tis odds but he shall Print his Poetry, 131:15,088[A ]| Tho^ such perhaps as \Higden\ writes or I: 131:15,089[A ]| Nestles amongst the Criticks in the Pitt, 131:15,090[A ]| And talks at Will's, and wou'd be thought a Wit. 131:15,091[A ]| The rough Tarpaulin when he Home has brought 131:15,092[A ]| Health, Strength, and Treasure, every*thing but Thought: 131:15,093[A ]| Must needs turn Spark forsooth; and to be known 131:15,094[A ]| Keeps very High, is jilted, and Undon. 131:15,095[A ]| The Land-Commander, whose ill favor'd face 131:15,096[A ]| Might make him rail at Love, and break his glass; 131:15,097[A ]| If He 'as been once in France, affects to go 131:15,098[A ]| Odly ill-drest, and spruce as any Beau, 131:15,099[A ]| Ogles, and Combs, and Bows, and does not doubt 131:15,100[A ]| To raise his Fortunes by the Pettycoat. 131:15,101[A ]| The awkerd City Spark, who shou'd not Swear 131:15,102[A ]| But sneaking Shop-Oaths to put off bad Ware, 131:15,103[A ]| Nor drink but at the chusing of the May'r, 131:15,104[A ]| Getts very drunk, and with it very rude: 131:15,105[A ]| Some Suit their Inclinations, and are lewd; 131:15,106[A ]| On Vice, in him, 'tis Saucy to intrude. 131:15,107[A ]| Vice (says the Moralist, and wou'd dispute) 131:15,108[A ]| Which no Man's Nature realy can Suit. 131:15,109[A ]| It may Deceive us tho^, Sir; but in these 131:15,110[A ]| It looks so ill, it scarse appears to Please. 131:15,111[A ]| Well; most their business, their Discourse, their Cloaths, 131:15,112[A ]| Their very Vice, unfit for them they chuse. 131:15,113[A ]| The Squire from Mother sent unfleg'd and raw, 131:15,114[A ]| To learn good breeding and to read the Law, 131:15,115[A ]| Though he has little else to justify 131:15,116[A ]| His Parts, but Innocence and modesty, 131:15,117[A ]| Quitts these as soon as possibly he can, 131:15,118[A ]| And swears, and drinks, and fain wou'd be ~~ 131:15,119[A ]| But to my Theme ~~ I firmly stil aver 131:15,120[A ]| 'Tis not through want of parts, but want of care, 131:15,121[A ]| To use those parts aright, so many err: 131:15,122[A ]| They wont spare time to weigh the good or ill, 131:15,123[A ]| We blame their \Intellect\, the Fault lyes in their \will\. 131:15,124[A ]| I know a hopeful Youth about the Town, 131:15,125[A ]| Whose Friends and Parts design'd him for the Gown; 131:15,126[A ]| His body was but weak, his quiet mind 131:15,127[A ]| To gentle Peace seem'd happily enclin'd: 131:15,128[A ]| Yet Thoughtless He, and erring in this Care 131:15,129[A ]| Of his own strength is fall'n in love with War; 131:15,130[A ]| Herds with the Fighters, and with Pleasure feels 131:15,131[A ]| A long Toledo jarring at his Heels: 131:15,132[A ]| Talks ill of Sieges rais'd, and Armys led, 131:15,133[A ]| And wears his Cravat string, and Breeches red. 131:15,134[A ]| I met the Youth, and truly, far from spight, 131:15,135[A ]| Told him his Tallent never was to fight ~~ 131:15,136[A ]| He frown'd, and said, 131:15,136@w | \"Nor Yours perhaps to Write."\ 131:16,000[' ]| <1688> 131:16,000[' ]| <\To Mr Charles Montagu, on his Marriage\> 131:16,000[' ]| <\with the Right Honorable the Countess\> 131:16,000[' ]| <\of Manchester.\> 131:16,001[A ]| CHAMONT was absent, and Remembrance brought 131:16,002[A ]| Him and past Blessings thick upon my Thought: 131:16,003[A ]| Those but my Tortures now; whilst my vex't Heart 131:16,004[A ]| Beat quick, and throb'd, and sought its Nobler part, 131:16,005[A ]| Nor would have Rest; uneasy still Alone 131:16,006[A ]| I scorn'd the Wretch my Self, my Worth was gon. 131:16,007[A ]| In Company I strove for ease in vain 131:16,008[A ]| Whilst Mirth in others but encreas'd my Pain. 131:16,009[A ]| Med'cines from Books as vain I often took, 131:16,010[A ]| They that Writ best but told me how You spoke 131:16,011[A ]| In vain I saw; each Object thro^ my Eye 131:16,012[A ]| Touch'd my Soul quick with Something still of Thee. 131:16,013[A ]| My Friend and I sat there; We that way mov'd; 131:16,014[A ]| There read, there talk't, and every where we lov'd. 131:16,015[A ]| But when 'twas said, 131:16,015@x | Thou ne'r must hope to See 131:16,016@x | That Friend return to Things below and Thee. 131:16,017@x | Happy He triumphs, happy has possest 131:16,018@x | A Seat of Glory, and a Heav'n of Rest: 131:16,019[A ]| 'Twas base to sigh; and grew a Crime to moan; 131:16,020[A ]| So much I prize Your Joy beyond my Own. 131:16,021[A ]| Theseus still lov'd and still desir'd his Friend 131:16,022[A ]| Whilst great Alcides yet on Earth remain'd: 131:16,023[A ]| But when the Hero to his Heav'n arriv'd 131:16,024[A ]| Most the Youth wanted Him, yet least He griev'd. 131:16,025[A ]| Pleas'd that the Friend was in the God improv'd 131:16,026[A ]| He learn'd to worship what before He Lov'd. 131:16,027[A ]| Accept my first Oblation, thy own Heart, 131:16,028[A ]| (For Friendship shall be forc't to let it part.) 131:16,029[A ]| 'Tis Love demands it, and I must resign, 131:16,030[A ]| Honoria gave Her own, and merits Thine. 131:16,031[A ]| And to return it thus I triumph more, 131:16,032[A ]| Than keeping it from all the Sex before. 131:16,033[A ]| Accept my wishes too: meet all the Charms 131:16,034[A ]| The Muses gave, in dear Honoria's Arms. 131:16,035[A ]| Her self a Muse more noble than the Nine 131:16,036[A ]| For when We Harmony it self would paint 131:16,037[A ]| Art does but One gracefull Figure joyn 131:16,038[A ]| The lovely Woman and the pious Saint. 131:16,039[A ]| May all Thy Hours in glad Procession pass 131:16,040[A ]| Kind as Her look, and soft as her Embrace. 131:16,041[A ]| And every Hour new pleasures may'st Thou find 131:16,042[A ]| All Fair and Lovely as Thy Mistress' Mind. 131:16,043[A ]| And sure that's very lovely, very fair: 131:16,044[A ]| Nothing but Heav'n, and You, my Friend, are there. 131:16,045[A ]| May all Her future Minutes happy prove 131:16,046[A ]| As are Thy Numbers when Thou writ'st of Love. 131:16,047[A ]| How strangely happy those well Beauty knew 131:16,048[A ]| She fled Apollo, but She ran to You. 131:16,049[A ]| May smiling Peace and gentle Concord spread 131:16,050[A ]| Their blooming sweets around Thy spotless Bed 131:16,051[A ]| And may Mankind with pleasing Wonder see 131:16,052[A ]| Successive Hopes of thy great Progeny 131:16,053[A ]| Till dear Chamont's and Virgil's labours dye. 131:17,000[' ]| <\A Session of the Poets (imperfect.)\> 131:17,001[A ]| SINCE the King like a venterous Gamster at Loo 131:17,002[A ]| Threw by his old Courtiers, and took in for New 131:17,003[A ]| Till by shuffling and drawing the cards were so mix't 131:17,004[A ]| That those which Won this deal were laid aside next 131:17,005[A ]| The Sons of the Muses began to repine 131:17,006[A ]| That who e'er was turn'd out John*Dryden kept in 131:17,007[A ]| So, Numerous and Noisy to Pho*ebus they came 131:17,008[A ]| To ask why of All the Knaves he shou'd be Pam. 131:17,009[A ]| John*Dryden appear'd at the head of the Gang, 131:17,010[A ]| And with a low bow and learned Harangue 131:17,011[A ]| He said with Submission he thought t'woul'd be hard 131:17,012[A ]| If he of the Bays shou'd at length be debar'd 131:17,013[A ]| Who so well had writ and so frankly declar'd. 131:17,014@w | Declaring 131:17,014[A ]| says Pho*ebus, 131:17,014@w | concerns not this court; 131:17,015@w | They that set you at work let 'em e'en pay you for't. 131:17,016@w | Whats Religion to Us, tis well known that many 131:17,017@w | Have manag'd the Place well without having Any. 131:17,018@w | For matter of Writing 'tis frankly confest 131:17,019@w | If we'l take your bare word for't You do it much best. 131:17,020[A ]| next that advances 131:17,021[A ]| Is the Priest to the Sacrifice honest Sir*Francis. 131:17,022[A ]| Ochanti, Huy*Hannon, Rozarno, Tzinzummey 131:17,023[A ]| Bloody hands, blazing Comets, Priests devils and Mummy 131:17,024[A ]| Sure this will engage You? Apollo says 131:17,024@w | No 131:17,025@w | All these pritty tricks Lee in Bedlam can show. 131:17,026@w | Why then (tho Despina and Tamerlane fail) 131:17,027@w | I'm my Lord*Dorsets Friend, I hope that may prevail, 131:17,028[A ]| Apollo bow'd low at the name, and declar'd 131:17,029[A ]| What a just Veneration he had for my Lord. 131:17,030@w | But heark'yee Sir*Knight, 131:17,030[A ]| says the God, 131:17,030@w | that wont do 131:17,031@w | For if he had the Bays whom his Honor best knew 131:17,032@w | W%*R% has fairer pretences than You. 131:17,033[A ]| Old Waller came next, and handsomly pleaded 131:17,034[A ]| That none writ so neat and so calmly as he did 131:17,035[A ]| That with very much Wit he no anger exprest 131:17,036[A ]| Nor sharpen'd his Verse with a venomous Jest. 131:17,037[A ]| And granting all this, said Apollo, 131:17,037@w | old Friend 131:17,038@w | 'Twil signify little to'th' business in hand 131:17,039@w | For as he that's dubb'd Hero, must first to the Wars 131:17,040@w | And bring home sore bruises and Hazardous Scars 131:17,041@w | So, he that wou'd rise and be prov'd a true Bays 131:17,042@w | (To be fitted in every respect to the Place) 131:17,043@w | Must be damn'd for his plays and for Satyr Sustain 131:17,044@w | Two beatings at least in a little By-Lane. 131:17,045[A ]| Next little Tom*Durfey demanded the Bays 131:17,046[A ]| For the sense of his Songs and the Plot of his Plays 131:17,047[A ]| A double pretence which I'l vow very Strong 131:17,048@w | But I've heard 131:17,048[A ]| says Apollo 131:17,048@w | a Scurrilous Song 131:17,049@w | In which You've affronted my friend Mrs%*Long 131:17,050@w | And heark-yee Squire*Durfey the Man that refuses 131:17,051@w | Respect to the Sex is no friend to the Muses. 131:17,052[A ]| Next Maidwel who young Poetasters can bring 131:17,053[A ]| As some do tame Blackbirds, to whistle and Sing, 131:17,054[A ]| His Tropes and his Figures most finely employs 131:17,055[A ]| To purchase the Wreath for himself and his Boys 131:17,056[A ]| Apollo inform'd him he shou'd be most glad 131:17,057[A ]| If from his own Works any Plea cou'd be made 131:17,058[A ]| But at present he thought his pretences but bad. 131:17,059[A ]| For if he that Taught best had most right to the Lawrel 131:17,060[A ]| Old Busby not he must determine the Quarrel. 131:17,061[A ]| From the Island of Love with a Shipload of Verse 131:17,062[A ]| Comes Afra and asks the Court leave to Rehearse 131:17,063[A ]| Enjoyment and Raptures and pretty Devises 131:17,064[A ]| Enamell'd on Watches for Damon and Isis. 131:17,065[A ]| The Poetess Sung: at length swore She'd prove 131:17,066[A ]| That She and Jack*Hoyle taught the whole Age to Love 131:17,067[A ]| And on with't She ran, nor had ended 'till now 131:17,068[A ]| But Pho*ebus reprov'd her, and gave her to know 131:17,069[A ]| That her Tongue went too fast, and her Love watch too Slow. 131:17,070[A ]| The next that put in for't was little Jo%*Crown 131:17,071[A ]| He swore his Sir*Courtly had ravish'd the Town. 131:17,072[A ]| Then Shadwel too sweated amain in the Praise 131:17,073[A ]| Of the language and Plott of his Squire of Alsace. 131:17,074[A ]| They both were put by, So were two or three more 131:17,075[A ]| That fell short of the Lawrel the SESSION before 131:17,076[A ]| For they cou'd no more their Pretensions repeat 131:17,077[A ]| Than a Horse thats once distanc'd may run Second heat. 131:17,078[A ]| With a bundle of Poetry Settle was there 131:17,079[A ]| Some brought from the Play-House, and some from the Fair. 131:17,080[A ]| But Apollo assur'd him, He never wou'd Chuse 131:17,081[A ]| The Lawrel from such Demi Poets as those 131:17,082[A ]| Who write Treason in Verse, and recant but in Prose. 131:17,083[A ]| Sir Ch%*** that can write and better Translate 131:17,084[A ]| Was likewise Deny'd it for He'd an Estate 131:17,085[A ]| And from Homer to D***n it never was known 131:17,086[A ]| That the Laureat had three Pence a Year of his own. 131:17,087[A ]| Tom*Wicherly challeng'd the Bays as his Due 131:17,088[A ]| And brought the Plain Dealer to prove his words true. 131:17,089@w | I own 131:17,089[A ]| says Apollo 131:17,089@w | the Strength of Your Plea 131:17,090@w | But e'er You've the Place, there's one rub in Your way; 131:17,091@w | The Test, my Dear Friend, You must certainly take 131:17,092@w | Wou'd to God we cou'd get it repeal'd for your Sake. 131:17,093[A ]| After these a whole Gang with ill looks and hard Names 131:17,094[A ]| Thrust up to Apollo and forc'd in their Claims. 131:18,000[' ]| <\On Exodus iii. 14. I am that I am.\> 131:18,000[' ]| <\An Ode.\> 131:18,000[' ]| <\Written in 1688, as an Exercise at St. John's College,\> 131:18,000[' ]| <\Cambridge.\> 131:18,000[' ]| 131:18,001[A ]| MAN! Foolish Man! 131:18,002[A ]| Scarce know'st thou how thy self began; 131:18,003[A ]| Scarce hast thou Thought enough to prove Thou art; 131:18,004[A ]| Yet steel'd with study'd Boldness, thou dar'st try 131:18,005[A ]| To send thy doubting Reason's dazled Eye 131:18,006[A ]| Through the mysterious Gulph of vast Immensity. 131:18,007[A ]| Much thou canst there discern, much thence impart. 131:18,008[A ]| Vain Wretch! suppress thy knowing Pride; 131:18,009[A ]| Mortifie thy learned Lust: 131:18,010[A ]| Vain are thy Thoughts, while thou thy self art Dust. 131:18,000[' ]| 131:18,011[A ]| Let Wit her Sail, her Oars let Wisdom lend; 131:18,012[A ]| The Helm let politick Experience guide: 131:18,013[A ]| Yet cease to hope thy short-liv'd Bark shall ride 131:18,014[A ]| Down spreading Fate's unnavigable Tide. 131:18,015[A ]| What, tho' still it farther tend? 131:18,016[A ]| Still 'tis farther from its End; 131:18,017[A ]| And, in the Bosom of that boundless Sea, 131:18,018[A ]| Still finds its Error lengthen with its Way. 131:18,000[' ]| 131:18,019[A ]| With daring Pride and insolent Delight 131:18,020[A ]| Your Doubts resolv'd you boast, your Labours crown'd; 131:18,021[A ]| And, \EYPHKA!\ your God, forsooth is found 131:18,022[A ]| Incomprehensible and Infinite. 131:18,023[A ]| But is He therefore found? Vain Searcher! no: 131:18,024[A ]| Let your imperfect Definition show, 131:18,025[A ]| That nothing You, the weak Definer, know. 131:18,000[' ]| 131:18,026[A ]| Say, why shou'd the collected Main 131:18,027[A ]| It self within it self contain? 131:18,028[A ]| Why to its Caverns shou'd it sometimes creep, 131:18,029[A ]| And with delighted Silence sleep 131:18,030[A ]| On the lov'd Bosom of its Parent Deep? 131:18,031[A ]| Why sho'd its num'rous Waters stay 131:18,032[A ]| In comely Discipline, and fair Array, 131:18,033[A ]| Till Winds and Tides exert their high Commands? 131:18,034[A ]| Then prompt and ready to obey, 131:18,035[A ]| Why do the rising Surges spread 131:18,036[A ]| Their op'ning Ranks o'er Earth's submissive Head, 131:18,037[A ]| Marching thro' different Paths to different Lands? 131:18,000[' ]| 131:18,038[A ]| Why does the constant Sun 131:18,039[A ]| With measur'd Steps his radiant Journeys run? 131:18,040[A ]| Why does He order the Diurnal Hours 131:18,041[A ]| To leave Earth's other Part, and rise in Ours? 131:18,042[A ]| Why does He wake the correspondent Moon, 131:18,043[A ]| And fill her willing Lamp with liquid Light, 131:18,044[A ]| Commanding Her with delegated Pow'rs 131:18,045[A ]| To beautifie the World, and bless the Night? 131:18,046[A ]| Why does each animated Star 131:18,047[A ]| Love the just Limits of it's proper Sphere? 131:18,048[A ]| Why does each consenting Sign 131:18,049[A ]| With prudent Harmony combine 131:18,050[A ]| In Turns to move, and subsequent appear, 131:18,051[A ]| To gird the Globe, and regulate the Year? 131:18,000[' ]| 131:18,052[A ]| Man does with dangerous Curiosity 131:18,053[A ]| These unfathom'd Wonders try: 131:18,054[A ]| With fancy'd Rules and arbitary Laws 131:18,055[A ]| Matter and Motion he restrains; 131:18,056[A ]| And study'd Lines and fictious Circles draws: 131:18,057[A ]| Then with imagin'd Soveraignty 131:18,058[A ]| Lord of his new HYPOTHESIS he reigns. 131:18,059[A ]| He reigns: How long? 'till some Usurper rise; 131:18,060[A ]| And he too, mighty Thoughtful, mighty Wise, 131:18,061[A ]| Studies new Lines, and other Circles feigns. 131:18,062[A ]| From this last Toil again what Knowledge flows? 131:18,063[A ]| Just as much, perhaps, as shows, 131:18,064[A ]| That all his Predecessor's Rules 131:18,065[A ]| Were empty Cant, all JARGON of the Schools; 131:18,066[A ]| That he on t'others Ruin rears his Throne; 131:18,067[A ]| And shows his Friend's Mistake, and thence confirms his own. 131:18,000[' ]| 131:18,068[A ]| On Earth, in Air, amidst the Seas and Skies, 131:18,069[A ]| Mountainous Heaps of Wonders rise; 131:18,070[A ]| Whose tow'ring Strength will ne'er submit 131:18,071[A ]| To Reason's Batteries, or the Mines of Wit: 131:18,072[A ]| Yet still enquiring, still mistaking Man, 131:18,073[A ]| Each Hour repuls'd, each Hour dare onward press; 131:18,074[A ]| And levelling at GOD his wandring Guess, 131:18,075[A ]| (That feeble Engine of his reasoning War, 131:18,076[A ]| Which guides his Doubts, and combats his Despair) 131:18,077[A ]| Laws to his Maker he learn'd Wretch can give: 131:18,078[A ]| Can bound that Nature, and prescribe that Will, 131:18,079[A ]| Whose pregnant Word did either Ocean fill: 131:18,080[A ]| Can tell us whence all BEINGS are, and how they move and live. 131:18,081[A ]| Thro' either Ocean, foolish Man! 131:18,082[A ]| That pregnant Word sent forth again, 131:18,083[A ]| Might to a World extend each ATOM there; 131:18,084[A ]| For every Drop call forth a Sea, a Heav'n for every Star. 131:18,000[' ]| 131:18,085[A ]| Let cunning Earth her fruitful Wonders hide; 131:18,086[A ]| And only lift thy staggering Reason up 131:18,087[A ]| To trembling CALVARY's astonish'd Top; 131:18,088[A ]| Then mock thy Knowledge, and confound thy Pride, 131:18,089[A ]| Explaining how Perfection suffer'd Pain, 131:18,090[A ]| Almighty languish'd, and Eternal dy'd: 131:18,091[A ]| How by her Patient Victor Death was slain; 131:18,092[A ]| And Earth prophan'd, yet bless'd with Deicide. 131:18,093[A ]| Then down with all thy boasted Volumes, down; 131:18,094[A ]| Only reserve the Sacred One: 131:18,095[A ]| Low, reverently low, 131:18,096[A ]| Make thy stubborn Knowledge bow; 131:18,097[A ]| Weep out thy Reason's, and thy Body's Eyes; 131:18,098[A ]| Deject thy self, that Thou may'st rise; 131:18,099[A ]| To look to Heav'n, be blind to all below. 131:18,000[' ]| 131:18,100[A ]| Then Faith, for Reason's glimmering Light, shall give 131:18,101[A ]| Her Immortal Perspective; 131:18,102[A ]| And Grace's Presence Nature's Loss retrieve: 131:18,103[A ]| Then thy enliven'd Soul shall see, 131:18,104[A ]| That all the Volumes of Philosophy, 131:18,105[A ]| With all their Comments, never cou'd invent 131:18,106[A ]| So politick an Instrument, 131:18,107[A ]| To reach the Heav'n of Heav'ns, the high Abode, 131:18,108[A ]| Where MOSES places his Mysterious God, 131:18,109[A ]| As was that Ladder which old JACOB rear'd, 131:18,110[A ]| When Light Divine had human Darkness clear'd; 131:18,111[A ]| And his enlarg'd Ideas found the Road, 131:18,112[A ]| Which Faith had dictated, and Angels trod. 131:19,000[' ]| <\The Orange.\> 131:19,000[' ]| 131:19,001[A ]| GOOD people I pray 131:19,002[A ]| Throw the Orange away, 131:19,003[A ]| 'Tis a very sower Fruit, and was first brought in play 131:19,004[A ]| When good \Judith*Wilk\ 131:19,005[A ]| In her pocket brought Milk, 131:19,006[A ]| And with Cushings and Warming-pans labour'd to bilk 131:19,007[A ]| This same Orange. 131:19,000[' ]| <2.> 131:19,008[A ]| When the Army retreats 131:19,009[A ]| And the Parliament sits 131:19,010[A ]| To Vote our K*** the true use of his Wits: 131:19,011[A ]| 'Twill be a sad means 131:19,012[A ]| When all he obtains 131:19,013[A ]| Is to have his Calves-head dress'd with other mens Brains, 131:19,014[A ]| And an Orange. 131:19,000[' ]| <3.> 131:19,015[A ]| The sins of his Youth 131:19,016[A ]| Made him think on one Truth, 131:19,017[A ]| When he spawl'd from his Lungs, and bled twice at the mouth, 131:19,018[A ]| That your fresh sort of Food 131:19,019[A ]| Does his Carcass more good, 131:19,020[A ]| And the damn'd thing that Cur'd his putrefied blood 131:19,021[A ]| Was an Orange. 131:19,000[' ]| <4.> 131:19,022[A ]| This hopeful young Son 131:19,023[A ]| Is surely his own 131:19,024[A ]| Because from an O*** it cry'd to be gone 131:19,025[A ]| But the Hereticks say 131:19,026[A ]| He was got by Da*** 131:19,027[A ]| For neither K*** nor the Nuncio dare stay 131:19,028[A ]| Near an Orange. 131:19,000[' ]| <5.> 131:19,029[A ]| Since \Lewis\ was Cut 131:19,030[A ]| From his Breech to the Gut, 131:19,031[A ]| \France\ fancies an open-arse delicate Fruit; 131:19,032[A ]| We wiser than so 131:19,033[A ]| Have two strings to our bow 131:19,034[A ]| For we've a good Q*** that's an open-arse too, 131:19,035[A ]| And an Orange. 131:19,000[' ]| <6.> 131:19,036[A ]| Till \Nanny\ writ much 131:19,037[A ]| To the Rebels the D*** 131:19,038[A ]| Her Mother, good Woman, ne're ow'd her a grutch 131:19,039[A ]| And the box of the Ear 131:19,040[A ]| Made the matter appear, 131:19,041[A ]| That the only foul savour the Q*** could not bear 131:19,042[A ]| Was an Orange. 131:19,000[' ]| <7.> 131:19,043[A ]| An honest old Peer 131:19,044[A ]| That forsook God last year, 131:19,045[A ]| Pull'd off all his Plaisters, and Arm'd for the War; 131:19,046[A ]| But his Arms would not do, 131:19,047[A ]| And his Aches throbb'd too, 131:19,048[A ]| That he wish'd his own Pox and his \M***s\ too 131:19,049[A ]| On an Orange. 131:19,000[' ]| <8.> 131:19,050[A ]| Old Tyburn must groan, 131:19,051[A ]| For \Jeffreys\ is known 131:19,052[A ]| To have perjur'd his Conscience to marry his Son; 131:19,053[A ]| And \D***s\ cause 131:19,054[A ]| Will be try'd by Just Lws, 131:19,055[A ]| And \Herbert\ must taste a most damnable Sauce 131:19,056[A ]| With an Orange. 131:19,000[' ]| <9.> 131:19,057[A ]| \Lobb, Penn\, and a score 131:19,058[A ]| Of those honest men more 131:19,059[A ]| Will find this same Orange exceedingly sowre; 131:19,060[A ]| The Q*** to be seiz'd 131:19,061[A ]| Will be very ill pleas'd, 131:19,062[A ]| And so will K*** Pippin, too dry to be squeez'd 131:19,063[A ]| By an Orange. 131:20,000[' ]| <\Journey to Copt-Hall.\> 131:20,001[A ]| THIRTY Six Miles ~~ too far to walk a foot 131:20,002[A ]| And Pegasus, God knows, will never do't: 131:20,003[A ]| Yet I will on ~~ It is decree'd, 131:20,004[A ]| I'l hire a more substantial Steed. 131:20,005[A ]| Accoutrement of Sword and Coat 131:20,006[A ]| Useless Ornament I vote. 131:20,007[A ]| Thus borrowing Whip and Cordibeck, 131:20,008[A ]| Proceed we next to Tick for Hack. 131:20,009[A ]| With \Faith I'l pay\, and six pence earnest 131:20,010[A ]| I got my Quondam Coach-horse harnest: 131:20,011[A ]| I mount, and great as Hudibrass, 131:20,012[A ]| With unarm'd kick urge on my horse; 131:20,013[A ]| Whilst he by instinct stil approaches 131:20,014[A ]| His old acquaintance of the Coaches: 131:20,015[A ]| With whipping constant as his trott, 131:20,016[A ]| My Beast and I to \Eppin\ gott, 131:20,017[A ]| From whence, with loss of Whip and Leather, 131:20,018[A ]| I brought my sober Machin heither. 131:20,019[A ]| I came I saw, ~~ what once to see again 131:20,020[A ]| My Horse I'd pardon, and renew my Pain. 131:20,021[A ]| Here well-set Simile might shine 131:20,022[A ]| Of Pilgrimage to Power divine, 131:20,023[A ]| Of zealous Persian who wou'd run 131:20,024[A ]| To gaze on beams of distant Sun; 131:20,025[A ]| But th'are abus'd by franctic \Lee\ 131:20,026[A ]| And sung to Stuttring \Durfey's Ge sol re.\ 131:20,027[A ]| Well then ~~ to Supper admirable 131:20,028[A ]| I sit, near Matron grave and head of Table 131:20,029[A ]| Methodically She carves Cunney 131:20,030[A ]| Whilst Frenchman talks of blood and Mony. 131:20,031[A ]| Diff'rent Discourses crown the Meal 131:20,032[A ]| Much of Religion past, and much of Veal. 131:20,033[A ]| But one thing spoilt my appetite 131:20,034[A ]| Monsieur till ten Candle light 131:20,035[A ]| Extended Three Prodigious Lies ~~ 131:20,036[A ]| Good night. 131:21,000[' ]| <\On Mr: F. S. Killing the French K***\> 131:21,000[' ]| 131:21,001[A ]| THE joyful Slaves, whom your report set free 131:21,002[A ]| From Taxes, wooden Shoes, and Slavery; 131:21,003[A ]| Their Neighbours too, who by the Bully scar'd, 131:21,004[A ]| His Warlike Bombs and Politic Rats bane fear'd; 131:21,005[A ]| All that have \trembling shook at his Alarms,\ 131:21,006[A ]| \Dutch-Men\ and \Protestants that felt his Arms,\ 131:21,007[A ]| And wisely hop'd, his less Religious Son 131:21,008[A ]| Wou'd tolerate the \Mass\ or \Alcoran\: 131:21,009[A ]| Last, \German Bishops\, who began to think, 131:21,010[A ]| They now might see less Fighting, and more drink: 131:21,011[A ]| All these their humblest Thanks to S*** send, 131:21,012[A ]| France's Deliv'rer, and the Muses Friend. 131:21,013[A ]| S*** the glory of whose lasting Name 131:21,014[A ]| Shal \crack Time's Iron teeth and swel the cheeks of fame\ 131:21,015[A ]| S*** whose mighty \Monarch-murthering\ word 131:21,016[A ]| Rivals the force of St%*Raviliac's Sword. 131:21,017[A ]| Say, (for Thou knowest,) thou \Hero-heart'ning Muse\! 131:21,018[A ]| What wou'd his presence, what his Arms produce? 131:21,019[A ]| Whose bare Report has nobler Mischiefs done, 131:21,020[A ]| Then \Oates's\ Mustard Balls, or \Pickerin's\ gun: 131:21,021[A ]| That at more distance kills, and Ecchoes louder, 131:21,022[A ]| Than Aurum fulminans or German Powder? 131:21,023[A ]| Say, how at Paris, free from zealous fear, 131:21,024[A ]| S*** and \Reformation\ shal appear: 131:21,025[A ]| Brutus at Rome less honor'd then he there! 131:21,026[A ]| How the swift Bumpers shal with joy go round, 131:21,027[A ]| Whilst every Bowl with S***'s Name is crown'd; 131:21,028[A ]| And to his Health the Mawdlin Protestants 131:21,029[A ]| Shal first drink \Bourdeaux\ dry, then beggar \Nantz\. 131:22,000[' ]| <\There be Those that leave Their\> 131:22,000[' ]| <\Names behind them.\> 131:22,000[' ]| 131:22,000[' ]| <\In Praise of the Lady Margaret Foundress of St: John's.\> 131:22,000[' ]| 131:22,001[A ]| IF gilded flaggs and heapes of polish'd Stone 131:22,002[A ]| Can make the Deads memorial known 131:22,003[A ]| If from the well-cutt brass will long appear 131:22,004[A ]| The Just the Gen'rous the Good lies here 131:22,005[A ]| How long will Margaretta's Name be prais'd, 131:22,006[A ]| Who spent her Wealth another way 131:22,007[A ]| Who built what never will Decay 131:22,008[A ]| Who Living Pillars of Her Glory rais'd? 131:22,000[' ]| 131:22,009[A ]| Margaretta's Name shal live 131:22,010[A ]| And lasting Tribute of just Fame receive 131:22,011[A ]| Long as the Sacred Walls she founded stand, 131:22,012[A ]| The Pride, the light, the glory of our Land. 131:22,013[A ]| Long as the learned Youth shal flourish there 131:22,014[A ]| Inspir'd with Thoughts of Heav'n and Her, 131:22,015[A ]| Shal press with pleasing force the grateful String 131:22,016[A ]| And thanks and Praises to their Godess sing. 131:22,000[' ]| 131:22,017[A ]| If charitable Acts alone 131:22,018[A ]| Best make their Pious Authors known 131:22,019[A ]| If to the chearful Giver Men shal raise 131:22,020[A ]| Lasting Monuments of praise 131:22,021[A ]| How long shal Margaretta's Name 131:22,022[A ]| Grace the bright Rolls of Piety and Fame? 131:22,000[' ]| 131:22,023[A ]| Long as Three Nations gratefully shal show 131:22,024[A ]| The mighty Thanks they to her goodness owe 131:22,025[A ]| Long as the sacred Page shal be Carress'd 131:22,026[A ]| Which tells Us CHARITY and SHE are bless'd. 131:22,000[' ]| 131:22,027[A ]| If Charitable Acts alone 131:22,028[A ]| Can for a Multitude of Sins attone 131:22,029[A ]| If at that great that dreadful day 131:22,030[A ]| Beyond which Time shal be no more 131:22,031[A ]| Who cherish'd Orphans and reliev'd the Poor 131:22,032[A ]| With holy Confidence shal stay 131:22,033[A ]| And see his Sins and Sorrows wash'd away, 131:22,034[A ]| What then shal be to Margaretta giv'n? 131:22,000[' ]| 131:22,035[A ]| One of the best the brightest Seats in Heav'n. 131:22,036[A ]| With Saints and Martyrs she shal live 131:22,037[A ]| Encircl'd round with lasting Joy 131:22,038[A ]| Which no mischance, no Sorrow can destroy 131:22,039[A ]| Which Man desires, and GOD alone can give. 131:23,000[' ]| <\Many Daughters have done well,\> 131:23,000[' ]| <\but Thou Excellest them all.\> 131:23,000[' ]| 131:23,000[' ]| <\As spoken in a Vision to the Lady Margaret\> 131:23,000[' ]| <\Foundress of St: John's.\> 131:23,001[A ]| T'WAS night, the Drousy Diety began 131:23,002[A ]| To chain with sleep the buisy thoughts of Man, 131:23,003[A ]| When free from Noise and troubles of the Day 131:23,004[A ]| Our ~~ Poet in those flow'ry Meadows lay 131:23,005[A ]| Where reverent Cham cuts out its famous way 131:23,006[A ]| When loe! O strange, an unexpected light 131:23,007[A ]| Dispers'd the Native darkness of the Night 131:23,008[A ]| And rais'd at once his wonder and delight. 131:23,009[A ]| But how, how welcome did that light appear 131:23,010[A ]| Which usher'd in a form all Heav'nly fair 131:23,011[A ]| A Form which lately left its Mansh'on there. 131:23,012[A ]| A Woman proper, beautiful and fine 131:23,013[A ]| Her garb was Noble and her Mein divine 131:23,014[A ]| Majestick greatness Triumph'd in her face 131:23,015[A ]| And every Limb had its peculiar grace. 131:23,016[A ]| With sober Pace the lovely Ghost drew near, 131:23,017[A ]| Her smiling seem'd to Chide His useless fear 131:23,018[A ]| At length he knows the venerable Shade, 131:23,019[A ]| Runs to meet that of which he was afraid. 131:23,020[A ]| And this with reverence Thrice bowing said 131:23,021@w | Hail mighty Patroness! Hail great and Good! 131:23,022@w | Hail doubly fam'd for Virtue and for blood! 131:23,023@w | Hail Thou, whose Acts shou'd I presume to show 131:23,024@w | I shou'd blasphem by Epithets too low. 131:23,025@w | Hail Saint or Princess royal or Divine 131:23,026@w | Hail wonder of our Sex and Fame of Thine 131:23,027@w | Be Thou my Muse vouchsafe to look on me 131:23,028@w | The meanest of thy learned Progeny. 131:23,029@w | Inspire my Soul that I may sing Thy fame 131:23,030@w | And raise a work eternal as my Theam 131:23,031@w | Inspire my Soul that I may loudly tell 131:23,032@w | How far Thou dost all Woman kind Excell 131:23,033@w | How Thou bless'd Shade ~~ 131:23,034@w | When York had Lancaster so long withstood 131:23,035@w | And Englands face was stain'd with English blood 131:23,036@w | Did'st bless the Nation with a Godlike Son 131:23,037@w | Who recompenc'd the Ills their Arms had done 131:23,038@w | Who made all Faction all Rebellion cease 131:23,039@w | And gave Us Plenty, Liberty, and Peace. 131:23,040@w | You heard each Tongue with joy your glory sing 131:23,041@w | Each bless the Parents of so good a King 131:23,042@w | With all the Praises Gratitude cou'd bring. 131:23,043@w | But thought the Gift not worthy yet of You 131:23,044@w | Unless with Peace You gave Us Learning too. 131:23,045@w | Then, then indulgently both paps you drew 131:23,046@w | And rais'd Two fabricks which shal ever be 131:23,047@w | Great Monuments of Piety and Thee ~~ 131:23,048[A ]| Fain wo'd the cheerful Poet have gon on 131:23,049[A ]| To Sing the Works her Charity had done 131:23,050[A ]| But She who did like Heav'n her Gifts dispence 131:23,051[A ]| Without the Hopes of any recompence 131:23,052[A ]| Seem'd by a frown to chide his saucy Eloquence 131:23,053[A ]| And moving from him with a graceful Pace 131:23,054[A ]| Ascended to that bright that happy Place 131:23,055[A ]| Where Saints like Her enjoy an everlasting Peace. 132:24,000[' ]| <1689> 132:24,000[' ]| <\To My Lady Exeter, on New Years Day.\> 132:24,000[' ]| <\Her Birth-Day.\> 132:24,000[' ]| 132:24,001[A ]| GREAT God of Time, whose early care 132:24,002[A ]| Ordain'd the first-born of the Year 132:24,003[A ]| To wait the gentle Anna's birth 132:24,004[A ]| O stil that happy Care employ 132:24,005[A ]| And stil let all her Minutes fly 132:24,006[A ]| All wing'd with Peace, and crown'd with Mirth. 132:24,007[A ]| With softest Slumbers bless her Nights 132:24,008[A ]| And wake her still to new Delights 132:24,009[A ]| Bless all her Days and bid the Year 132:24,010[A ]| To show'r it's blessings all on her. 132:24,000[' ]| 132:24,011[A ]| If Autumn blasts or Winter Storms, 132:24,012[A ]| O turn on us the threaten'd harms. 132:24,013[A ]| From all that ill her beauties guard, 132:24,014[A ]| For her let Spring diffuse its flowers 132:24,015[A ]| And Harvest spread its richer Stores, 132:24,016[A ]| With all thats good her cares reward. 132:24,017[A ]| O let delight and Plenty spread 132:24,018[A ]| Their blooming Sweets around her Head 132:24,019[A ]| O let the Seasons all desire 132:24,020[A ]| To Shower their Blessings all on Her. 132:24,000[' ]| 132:24,021[A ]| In the dear Lord of her Desires 132:24,022[A ]| Bless Her, for all his Joys are hers: 132:24,023[A ]| Bless HIm Secure from noise and Harms 132:24,024[A ]| And O when Love appoints the Day 132:24,025[A ]| Enrich it with thy Noblest ray 132:24,026[A ]| And bring him safe to her Arms. 132:24,027[A ]| O let her all those Blessings know 132:24,028[A ]| That Men can ask or Gods bestow 132:24,029[A ]| Let Love and Heav'n and Earth conspire 132:24,030[A ]| To Shower their Blessings all on her. 132:25,000[' ]| <\To the Right Honourable the Countess\> 132:25,000[' ]| <\Dowager of Devonshire, On a Piece of\> 132:25,000[' ]| <\Wissin's; Whereon were all her\> 132:25,000[' ]| <\Grandsons Painted.\> 132:25,001[A ]| \WISSIN\ and \Nature\ held a long Contest, 132:25,002[A ]| If She \Created\, or He \Painted\ best: 132:25,003[A ]| With pleasing Thought the wond'rous Combat grew, 132:25,004[A ]| She still form'd \Fairer\, He still \Liker\ drew. 132:25,005[A ]| In these Seven Brethren, they contended last, 132:25,006[A ]| With Art increas'd their utmost Skill they try'd, 132:25,007[A ]| And both well pleas'd they had themselves surpass'd, 132:25,008[A ]| The Goddess \Triumph'd\, and the painter \Dy'd\. 132:25,009[A ]| That both their Skill to this vast Height did raise, 132:25,010[A ]| Be ours the Wonder, and be yours the Praise: 132:25,011[A ]| For here as in some Glass is well discry'd, 132:25,012[A ]| Only your self thus often multiply'd. 132:25,013[A ]| When Heaven had You and Gracious \Anna\ made, 132:25,014[A ]| What more exalted Beauty could it add? 132:25,015[A ]| Having no nobler Images in Store, 132:25,016[A ]| It but kept up to these, nor could do more 132:25,017[A ]| Than Copy well, what it well fram'd before. 132:25,018[A ]| If in dear \Burleigh's\ generous Face we see 132:25,019[A ]| Obliging Truth, and handsome Honesty; 132:25,020[A ]| With all that World of Charms, which soon will move 132:25,021[A ]| Reverence in Men, and in the Fair-Ones love: 132:25,022[A ]| His every Grace, his fair Descent assures, 132:25,023[A ]| He has his Mother's Beauty, She has yours. 132:25,024[A ]| If ever \Cecill's\ Face had every Charm 132:25,025[A ]| That Thought can fancy, or that Heaven can form; 132:25,026[A ]| Their Beauties all become your Beauty's Due, 132:25,027[A ]| They are all Fair, because they're all like You: 132:25,028[A ]| If every \Ca'ndish\ great and charming Look, 132:25,029[A ]| From You that Air, from You the Charms they took. 132:25,030[A ]| In their each Limb your Image is exprest, 132:25,031[A ]| But on their Brow firm Courage stands confest; 132:25,032[A ]| There their great Father by a strong Increase, 132:25,033[A ]| Adds Strength to Beauty, and compleats the Piece. 132:25,034[A ]| Thus still your Beauty in your Sons we view, 132:25,035[A ]| \Wissin\ seven Times one great Perfection drew, 132:25,036[A ]| Whoever sate, the Picture still is You. 132:25,037[A ]| So when the Parent Sun with genial Beams, 132:25,038[A ]| Has animated many goodly Gems; 132:25,039[A ]| He sees himself improv'd, while every Stone, 132:25,040[A ]| With a resembling Light, reflects a Sun. 132:25,041[A ]| So when great \Rhea\ many Births had given, 132:25,042[A ]| Such as might govern Earth, and People Heaven; 132:25,043[A ]| Her Glory grew diffus'd, and fuller known, 132:25,044[A ]| She saw the Deity in every Son: 132:25,045[A ]| And to what God soe'er Men Altars rais'd, 132:25,046[A ]| Honouring the Off-spring they the Mother prais'd. 132:25,047[A ]| In short-liv'd Charms let others place their Joys 132:25,048[A ]| Which Sickness blasts, and certain Age destroys: 132:25,049[A ]| Your stronger Beauty, Time can ne'er deface, 132:25,050[A ]| 'Tis still renew'd, and stamp'd in all your Race. 132:25,051[A ]| Ah! \Wissin\, had thy Art been so refin'd, 132:25,052[A ]| As with their Beauty to have drawn their Mind, 132:25,053[A ]| Thro' circling Years thy Labours would survive, 132:25,054[A ]| And living Rules to fairest Virtue give 132:25,055[A ]| To Men unborn, and Ages yet to live; 132:25,056[A ]| 'Twould still be wonderful, and still be new, 132:25,057[A ]| Against what Time, or Spights, or Fate could do, 132:25,058[A ]| 'Till thine confus'd with Nature's Pieces lie, 132:25,059[A ]| And \Cavendish's\ Name, and \Cecill's\ Honour Die. 132:26,000[' ]| <\To the Countess of Exeter, Playing\> 132:26,000[' ]| <\on the Lute.\> 132:26,001[A ]| WHAT Charms You have, from what high Race You sprung, 132:26,002[A ]| Have been the pleasing Subjects of my Song: 132:26,003[A ]| Unskill'd and young, yet something still I writ, 132:26,004[A ]| Of CA'NDISH Beauty join'd to CECIL's Wit. 132:26,005[A ]| But when You please to show the lab'ring Muse, 132:26,006[A ]| What greater Theam your Musick can produce; 132:26,007[A ]| My babling Praises I repeat no more, 132:26,008[A ]| But hear, rejoice, stand silent, and adore. 132:26,009[A ]| The PERSIANS thus, first gazing on the Sun, 132:26,010[A ]| Admir'd how high 'twas plac'd, how bright it shone; 132:26,011[A ]| But, as his Pow'r was known, their Thoughts were rais'd; 132:26,012[A ]| And soon they worship'd, what at first they prais'd. 132:26,013[A ]| ELIZA's Glory lives in SPENCER's Song; 132:26,014[A ]| And COWLEY's Verse keeps fair ORINDA young. 132:26,015[A ]| That as in Birth, in Beauty You excell, 132:26,016[A ]| The Muse might dictate, and the Poet tell: 132:26,017[A ]| Your Art no other Art can speak; and You, 132:26,018[A ]| To show how well you play, must play anew: 132:26,019[A ]| Your Musick's Pow'r your Musick must disclose; 132:26,020[A ]| For what Light is, 'tis only Light that shows. 132:26,021[A ]| Strange Force of harmony, that thus controuls 132:26,022[A ]| Our Thoughts, and turns and sanctifies our Souls: 132:26,023[A ]| While with its utmost Art your Sex cou'd move 132:26,024[A ]| Our Wonder only, or at best our Love: 132:26,025[A ]| You far above both these your GOD did place, 132:26,026[A ]| That your high Pow'r might worldly Thoughts destroy; 132:26,027[A ]| That with your Numbers You our Zeal might raise, 132:26,028[A ]| And, like Himself, communicate your Joy. 132:26,029[A ]| When to your Native Heav'n You shall repair, 132:26,030[A ]| And with your Presence crown the Blessings there; 132:26,031[A ]| Your Lute may wind its Strings but little higher, 132:26,032[A ]| To tune their Notes to that immortal Quire. 132:26,033[A ]| Your Art is perfect here; your Numbers do, 132:26,034[A ]| More than our Books, make the rude Atheist know, 132:26,035[A ]| That there's a Heav'n, by what he hears below. 132:26,036[A ]| As in some Piece, while LUKE his Skill exprest, 132:26,037[A ]| A cunning Angel came, and drew the rest: 132:26,038[A ]| So, when You play, some Godhead does impart 132:26,039[A ]| Harmonious Aid, Divinity helps Art; 132:26,040[A ]| Some Cherub finishes what You begun, 132:26,041[A ]| And to a Miracle improves a Tune. 132:26,042[A ]| To burning ROME when frantick NERO play'd, 132:26,043[A ]| Viewing that Face, no more he had survey'd 132:26,044[A ]| The raging Flames; but struck with strange Surprize, 132:26,045[A ]| Confest them less than those of ANNA's Eyes: 132:26,046[A ]| But, had he heard thy Lute, He soon had found 132:26,047[A ]| His Rage eluded, and his Crime atton'd: 132:26,048[A ]| Thine, like AMPHION's Hand, had wak'd the Stone, 132:26,049[A ]| And from Destruction call'd the rising Town: 132:26,050[A ]| Malice to Musick had been forc'd to yield; 132:26,051[A ]| Nor could he Burn so fast, as Thou cou'dst Build. 132:27,000[' ]| <\Picture of Seneca dying in a Bath.\> 132:27,000[' ]| <\By Jordain.\> 132:27,000[' ]| <\At the Right Honourable the Earl of Exeter's at\> 132:27,000[' ]| <\Burleigh-House.\> 132:27,001[A ]| WHILE cruel Nero only drains 132:27,002[A ]| The moral SPANIARD's ebbing Veins, 132:27,003[A ]| By Study worn, and slack with Age, 132:27,004[A ]| How dull, how thoughtless is his Rage! 132:27,005[A ]| Heighten'd Revenge He should have took; 132:27,006[A ]| He should have burnt his Tutor's Book; 132:27,007[A ]| And long have reign'd supream in Vice: 132:27,008[A ]| One nobler Wretch can only rise; 132:27,009[A ]| 'Tis he whose Fury shall deface 132:27,010[A ]| The Stoic's Image in this Piece. 132:27,011[A ]| For while unhurt, divine JORDAIN, 132:27,012[A ]| Thy Work and SENECA's remain, 132:27,013[A ]| He still has Body, still has Soul, 132:27,014[A ]| And lives and speaks, restor'd and whole. 132:28,000[' ]| <\A Flower, Painted by Simon Varelst.\> 132:28,001[A ]| WHEN fam'd VARELST this little Wonder drew; 132:28,002[A ]| FLORA vouchsaf'd the growing Work to view: 132:28,003[A ]| Finding the Painter's Science at a Stand, 132:28,004[A ]| The Goddess snatch'd the Pencil from his Hand; 132:28,005[A ]| And finishing the Piece, She smiling said; 132:28,006@v | Behold One Work of Mine, that ne'er shall fade. 132:29,000[' ]| <\To Mr. Fleetwood Shepherd.\> 132:29,001[A ]| WHEN Crowding Folks, with strange ill Faces, 132:29,002[A ]| Were making Legs, and begging Places; 132:29,003[A ]| And some with Patents, some with Merit, 132:29,004[A ]| Tired out my good Lord D***t's Spirit: 132:29,005[A ]| Sneaking, I stood, among the Crew, 132:29,006[A ]| Desiring much to Speak with You. 132:29,007[A ]| I waited, while the Clock struck Thrice, 132:29,008[A ]| And Footman brought out fifty Lies; 132:29,009[A ]| Till Patience vext, and Legs grown weary, 132:29,010[A ]| I thought it was in vain to tarry: 132:29,011[A ]| But did Opine it might be better, 132:29,012[A ]| By Penny-post to send a Letter. 132:29,013[A ]| Now, if you miss of this Epistle, 132:29,014[A ]| I'm balkt again, and may go Whistle, 132:29,015[A ]| My business, Sir, you'll quickly guess, 132:29,016[A ]| Is to desire some little Place: 132:29,017[A ]| And fair Pretentions I have for't, 132:29,018[A ]| Much Need, and very Small Desert. 132:29,019[A ]| When ere I writ to you, I wanted; 132:29,020[A ]| I always begg'd, you always granted. 132:29,021[A ]| Now, as you took me up when little, 132:29,022[A ]| Gave me my Learning, and my Vittle 132:29,023[A ]| Askt for me, from my Lord, Things fitting, 132:29,024[A ]| Kind as I'd been your own begetting; 132:29,025[A ]| Confirm what formerly you've given, 132:29,026[A ]| Nor leave me now at Six and Seven 132:29,027[A ]| As S***d has left \Mun%*St***n\. 132:29,028[A ]| No Family that takes a Whelp, 132:29,029[A ]| When first he Laps and scarce can Yelp, 132:29,030[A ]| Neglects or turns him out of Gate, 132:29,031[A ]| When he's grown up to Dogs Estate: 132:29,032[A ]| Nor Parish, if they once adopt 132:29,033[A ]| The spurious Barns that Strowlers dropt, 132:29,034[A ]| Leave 'em when grown up lusty Fellows, 132:29,035[A ]| To the wide World, that is, the Gallows: 132:29,036[A ]| No, thank 'em for their Love, that's Worse, 132:29,037[A ]| Than if they'd Throtled them at Nurse. 132:29,038[A ]| My Uncle, rest his Soul, when Living, 132:29,039[A ]| Might have contriv'd me ways of Thriving; 132:29,040[A ]| Taught me with Cyder to replenish 132:29,041[A ]| My Fatts, or ebbing Tide of Rhenish. 132:29,042[A ]| So when for Hock I drew Prickt White-wine, 132:29,043[A ]| Swear't had the flaver, and was right Wine: 132:29,044[A ]| Or sent me with Ten Pounds to \Furney-\ 132:29,045[A ]| \Vall's-Inn\, to some good Rogue Attorney; 132:29,046[A ]| Where now, by forging Deeds and Cheating, 132:29,047[A ]| I'd had some handsom ways of getting. 132:29,048[A ]| All this you made me quit to follow, 132:29,049[A ]| That sneaking Whey-fast God \Apollo\. 132:29,050[A ]| Sent me among a Fidling Crew 132:29,051[A ]| Of Folks, I'ad never seen or Knew, 132:29,052[A ]| \Calliope\, and God knows who. 132:29,053[A ]| To add no more Invectives to it, 132:29,054[A ]| You spoil'd the Youth to make a Poet. 132:29,055[A ]| In Common Justice, Sir, there's no Man 132:29,056[A ]| That makes the Whore but keeps the Woman. 132:29,057[A ]| Among all honest Christian People 132:29,058[A ]| Who e'er breaks Limbs, maintains the Cripple. 132:29,059[A ]| The Sum of all I have to say, 132:29,060[A ]| Is, that you'd put me in some way 132:29,061[A ]| And your Petitioner shall pray ~~ 132:29,062[A ]| There's one thing more I had almost slipt, 132:29,063[A ]| But that may do as well in Post-script; 132:29,064[A ]| My Friend \C***s*M***ue's\ preferr'd, 132:29,065[A ]| Nor would I have it long observ'd, 132:29,066[A ]| That one Mouse eats, while t'other's starv'd. 132:30,000[' ]| <\An Epistle to Fleetwood Shephard, Esq;\> 132:30,000[' ]| <\Burleigh, May 14, 1689.\> 132:30,000[' ]| 132:30,001[A ]| AS once a Twelvemonth to the Priest, 132:30,002[A ]| Holy at ROME, here Antichrist, 132:30,003[A ]| The SPANISH King presents a Jennet, 132:30,004[A ]| To show his Love; ~~ That's all that's in it: 132:30,005[A ]| For if his Holiness wou'd thump 132:30,006[A ]| His reverend Bum 'gainst Horse's Rump, 132:30,007[A ]| He might b' equipt from his own Stable 132:30,008[A ]| With one more White, and eke more Able. 132:30,009[A ]| Or as with Gondola's and Men, His 132:30,010[A ]| Good Excellence the Duke of VENICE 132:30,011[A ]| (I wish, for Rhime, 't had been the King) 132:30,012[A ]| Sails out, and gives the Gulph a Ring; 132:30,013[A ]| Which Trick of State, He wisely maintains, 132:30,014[A ]| Keeps Kindness up 'twixt old Acquaintance: 132:30,015[A ]| For else, in honest Truth, the Sea 132:30,016[A ]| Has much less need of Gold, than He. 132:30,017[A ]| Or, not to rove, and pump one's Fancy 132:30,018[A ]| For Popish Similies beyond Sea; 132:30,019[A ]| As Folks from Mud-wall'd Tenement 132:30,020[A ]| Bring Landlords Pepper-Corn for Rent; 132:30,021[A ]| Present a Turkey, or a Hen 132:30,022[A ]| To Those might better spare Them Ten: 132:30,023[A ]| Ev'n so, with all Submission, I 132:30,024[A ]| (For first Men instance, then apply) 132:30,025[A ]| Send You each Year a homely Letter, 132:30,026[A ]| Who may return Me much a better. 132:30,027[A ]| Then take it, Sir, as it was writ, 132:30,028[A ]| To pay Respect, and not show Wit: 132:30,029[A ]| Nor look askew at what it saith; 132:30,030[A ]| There's no Petition in it, ~~ 'Faith. 132:30,031[A ]| Here some would scratch their Heads, and try 132:30,032[A ]| What They shou'd write, and How, and Why; 132:30,033[A ]| But I conceive, such Folks are quite in 132:30,034[A ]| Mistakes, in Theory of Writing. 132:30,035[A ]| If once for Principle 'tis laid, 132:30,036[A ]| That Thought is Trouble to the Head; 132:30,037[A ]| I argue thus: The World agrees, 132:30,038[A ]| That He writes well, who writes with Ease: 132:30,039[A ]| Then He, by Sequel Logical, 132:30,040[A ]| Writes best, who never thinks at all. 132:30,041[A ]| Verse comes from Heav'n, like inward Light; 132:30,042[A ]| Meer human Pains can ne'er come by't: 132:30,043[A ]| The God, not we, the Poem makes; 132:30,044[A ]| We only tell Folks what He speaks. 132:30,045[A ]| Hence, when Anatomists discourse, 132:30,046[A ]| How like Brutes Organs are to Ours; 132:30,047[A ]| They grant, if higher Power think fit, 132:30,048[A ]| A Bear might soon be made a Wit; 132:30,049[A ]| And that, for any thing in Nature, 132:30,050[A ]| Pigs might squeak Love-Odes, Dogs bark Satyr. 132:30,051[A ]| MEMNON, tho' Stone, was counted vocal; 132:30,052[A ]| But 'twas the God, mean while, that spoke all. 132:30,053[A ]| ROME oft has heard a Cross haranguing. 132:30,054[A ]| With prompting Priest behind the Hanging: 132:30,055[A ]| The Wooden Head resolv'd the Question; 132:30,056[A ]| While You and PETTIS help'd the Jest on. 132:30,057[A ]| You crabbed Rogues, that read LUCRETIUS, 132:30,058[A ]| Are against Gods, You know; and teach us, 132:30,059[A ]| The God makes not the Poet; but 132:30,060[A ]| The Thesis, \vice-versa\ put, 132:30,061[A ]| Should \Hebrew-wise\ be understood; 132:30,062[A ]| And means, The Poet makes the God. 132:30,063[A ]| A*EGYPTIAN Gard'ners thus are said to 132:30,064[A ]| Have set the Leeks they after pray'd to; 132:30,065[A ]| And ROMISH Bakers praise the Deity 132:30,066[A ]| They chipp'd, while yet in its Paniety. 132:30,067[A ]| That when You Poets swear and cry, 132:30,068[A ]| The God inspires; I rave, I die; 132:30,069[A ]| If inward Wind does truly swell Ye, 132:30,070[A ]| 'T must be the Cholick in your Belly: 132:30,071[A ]| That Writing is but just like Dice; 132:30,072[A ]| And lucky Mains make People Wise: 132:30,073[A ]| That jumbled Words, if Fortune throw 'em, 132:30,074[A ]| Shall, well as DRYDEN, form a Poem; 132:30,075[A ]| Or make a Speech, correct and witty, 132:30,076[A ]| As you know who ~~ at the Committee. 132:30,077[A ]| So Atoms dancing round the Center, 132:30,078[A ]| They urge, made all Things at a Venture. 132:30,079[A ]| But granting Matters shou'd be spoke 132:30,080[A ]| By Method, rather than by Luck; 132:30,081[A ]| This may confine their younger Stiles, 132:30,082[A ]| Whom DRYDEN pedagogues at WILL's: 132:30,083[A ]| But never cou'd be meant to tye 132:30,084[A ]| Authentic Wits, like You and I: 132:30,085[A ]| For as young Children, who are try'd in 132:30,086[A ]| Go-Carts, to keep their Steps from sliding; 132:30,087[A ]| When Members knit, and Legs grow stronger, 132:30,088[A ]| Make use of such Machine no longer; 132:30,089[A ]| But leap \7pro 7Libitu\, and scout 132:30,090[A ]| On Horse call'd Hobby, or without: 132:30,091[A ]| So when at School we first declaim, 132:30,092[A ]| Old BUSBEY walks us in a Theme, 132:30,093[A ]| Whose Props support our Infant Vein, 132:30,094[A ]| And helps the Rickets in the Brain: 132:30,095[A ]| But when our Souls their Force dilate, 132:30,096[A ]| And Thoughts grow up to Wit's Estate; 132:30,097[A ]| In Verse or Prose, We write or chat, 132:30,098[A ]| Not Six-Pence Matter upon what. 132:30,099[A ]| 'Tis not how well an Author says; 132:30,100[A ]| But 'tis how much, that gathers Praise. 132:30,101[A ]| TONSON, who is himself a Wit, 132:30,102[A ]| Counts Writers Merits by the Sheet. 132:30,103[A ]| Thus each should down with all he thinks, 132:30,104[A ]| As Boys eat Bread, to fill up Chinks. 132:30,105[A ]| Kind Sir, I shou'd be glad to see You; 132:30,106[A ]| I hope Y'are well; so God be wi' You; 132:30,107[A ]| Was all I thought at first to write: 132:30,108[A ]| But Things, since then, are alter'd quite; 132:30,109[A ]| Fancies flow in, and Muse flies high: 132:30,110[A ]| So God knows when my Clack will lye: 132:30,111[A ]| I must, Sir, prattle on, as afore, 132:30,112[A ]| And beg your Pardon yet this half Hour. 132:30,113[A ]| So at pure Barn of loud NON-CON, 132:30,114[A ]| Where with my Granam I have gone, 132:30,115[A ]| When LOBB had sifted all his Text, 132:30,116[A ]| And I well hop'd the Pudding next; 132:30,117[A ]| \Now to apply\, has plagu'd me more, 132:30,118[A ]| Than all his Villain Cant before. 132:30,119[A ]| For your Religion, first, of Her 132:30,120[A ]| Your Friends do sav'ry Things aver: 132:30,121[A ]| They say, She's honest, as your Claret, 132:30,122[A ]| Not sowr'd with Cant, nor stum'd with Merit: 132:30,123[A ]| Your Chamber is the sole Retreat 132:30,124[A ]| Of Chaplains ev'ry SUNDAY Night: 132:30,125[A ]| Of Grace, no doubt, a certain Sign, 132:30,126[A ]| When Lay-Man herds with Man Divine: 132:30,127[A ]| For if their Fame be justly great, 132:30,128[A ]| Who wou'd no Popish Nuncio treat; 132:30,129[A ]| That His is greater, We must grant, 132:30,130[A ]| Who will treat Nuncio's Protestant. 132:30,131[A ]| One single Positive weighs more, 132:30,132[A ]| You know, than Negatives a Score. 132:30,133[A ]| In Politicks, I hear, You're stanch, 132:30,134[A ]| Directly bent against the FRENCH; 132:30,135[A ]| Deny to have your free-born Toe 132:30,136[A ]| Dragoon'd into a Wooden Shoe: 132:30,137[A ]| Are in no Plots; but fairly drive at 132:30,138[A ]| The Publick Welfare, in your Private: 132:30,139[A ]| And will, for ENGLAND's Glory, try 132:30,140[A ]| Turks, Jews, and Jesuits to defy, 132:30,141[A ]| And keep your Places till You die. 132:30,142[A ]| For me, whom wandring Fortune threw 132:30,143[A ]| From what I lov'd, the Town and You; 132:30,144[A ]| Let me just tell You how my Time is 132:30,145[A ]| Past in a Country-Life. ~~ \7Imprimis\, 132:30,146[A ]| As soon as PHOEBUS' Rays inspect us, 132:30,147[A ]| First, Sir, I read, and then I Breakfast; 132:30,148[A ]| So on, 'till foresaid God does set, 132:30,149[A ]| I sometimes Study, sometimes EAt. 132:30,150[A ]| Thus, of your Heroes and brave Boys, 132:30,151[A ]| With whom old HOMER makes such Noise, 132:30,152[A ]| The greatest Actions I can find, 132:30,153[A ]| Are, that they did their Work, and Din'd. 132:30,154[A ]| The Books of which I'm chiefly fond, 132:30,155[A ]| Are such, as You have whilom con'd; 132:30,156[A ]| That treat of CHINA'S Civil Law, 132:30,157[A ]| And Subjects Rights in GOLCONDA; 132:30,158[A ]| Of Highway-Elephants at CEYLAN, 132:30,159[A ]| That rob in Clans, like Men o' th' HIGHLAND; 132:30,160[A ]| Of Apes that storm, or keep a Town, 132:30,161[A ]| As well almost, as Count LAUZUN; 132:30,162[A ]| Of Unicorns and Alligators, 132:30,163[A ]| Elks, Mermaids, Mummies, Witches, Satyrs, 132:30,164[A ]| And twenty other stranger Matters; 132:30,165[A ]| Which, tho' they're Things I've no Concern in, 132:30,166[A ]| Make all our Grooms admire my Learning. 132:30,167[A ]| Criticks I read on other Men, 132:30,168[A ]| And Hypers upon Them again; 132:30,169[A ]| From whose Remarks I give Opinion 132:30,170[A ]| On twenty Books, yet ne'er look in ONe. 132:30,171[A ]| Then all your Wits, that flear and sham, 132:30,172[A ]| Down from DON*QUIXOTE to TOM*TRAM; 132:30,173[A ]| From whom I Jests and Punns purloin, 132:30,174[A ]| And slily put 'em off for Mine: 132:30,175[A ]| Fond to be thought a Country Wit: 132:30,176[A ]| The rest, ~~ when Fate and You think fit. 132:30,177[A ]| Sometimes I climb my Mare, and kick her 132:30,178[A ]| To bottl'd Ale, and neighbouring Vicar; 132:30,179[A ]| Sometimes to STAMFORD take a Quart, 132:30,180[A ]| 'Squire SHEPHARD's Health, ~~ With all my Heart. 132:30,181[A ]| Thus, without much Delight, or Grief, 132:30,182[A ]| I fool away an idle Life; 132:30,183[A ]| 'Till SHADWELL from the Town retires, 132:30,184[A ]| (Choak'd up with Fame and Sea-coal Fires,) 132:30,185[A ]| To bless the Wood with peaceful Lyric; 132:30,186[A ]| Then hey for Praise and Panegyric; 132:30,187[A ]| Justice restor'd, and Nations freed, 132:30,188[A ]| And Wreaths round WILLIAM's glorious Head. 132:31,000[' ]| <\On Fleet: Shepheards takeing away\> 132:31,000[' ]| <\a childs bread and butter.\> 132:31,001[A ]| AT that so pleasant Season of the Year, 132:31,002[A ]| When fields and meadowes fresh and gay appear, 132:31,003[A ]| The tender infant of some neighb'ring Swaine, 132:31,004[A ]| Eat bread and butter upon Brentford plaine, 132:31,005[A ]| Grac'd with glasse windowes in the Diamond cutt; 132:31,006[A ]| Such was his nice indulgence to his gutt: 132:31,007[A ]| Smileing he sat, secure and unconcern'd, 132:31,008[A ]| When hungry Shepherd this poor child discern'd, 132:31,009[A ]| Resolv'd to make him his lov'd morsell yeild, 132:31,010[A ]| Or swore hee'd kill him in the open field. 132:31,011[A ]| Thrice hee prepar'd for this unequall fight; 132:31,012[A ]| As oft the child secur'd himself by flight. 132:31,013[A ]| Hunger, and rage, at once his Soul inspire; 132:31,014[A ]| His lookes were fierce, and his red eyes struck fire. 132:31,015[A ]| So sparkled Turnus eyes with furious rage, 132:31,016[A ]| When with Aeneas hee did once engage; 132:31,017[A ]| So Ajax look'd, when hee with Hector strove, 132:31,018[A ]| And so look'd Capaneus defying Jove. 132:31,019[A ]| The child stood trembling, almost dead with fear, 132:31,020[A ]| Whilst he run at him with a full carreer, 132:31,021[A ]| Luxurious brat, hee cry'd, 132:31,021@b | give me the bread, 132:31,022@b | Each hour you are by tender mother fed; 132:31,023@b | Here, free from hunger, and from harm secure, 132:31,024@b | You think not what wee travellers endure ~~ 132:31,025[A ]| Then, like a Heroe, seiz'd upon the prize, 132:31,026[A ]| Whilst floods of teares ran from the infants eyes, 132:31,027[A ]| And the plaine ecchoes with the mournfull cryes. 132:32,000[' ]| <\To Mr: K***s Tune of the\> 132:32,000[' ]| <\Prince's March.\> 132:32,001[A ]| GREAT Nassau rise from Beauty 132:32,002[A ]| Leave Maria's softer Charms 132:32,003[A ]| Call the Soldier to his Duty 132:32,004[A ]| Bid the Trumpet sound Alarms. 132:32,005[A ]| To renown Love excites Thee 132:32,006[A ]| O prepare 132:32,007[A ]| Sudden War 132:32,008[A ]| Mary's injur'd Cause invites Thee 132:32,009[A ]| Love and Mary bless thy Arms. 132:32,010[A ]| Great Nassau rise to Glory 132:32,011[A ]| Rise to Save our sinking State 132:32,012[A ]| Truth and Justice march before Thee 132:32,013[A ]| Victory behind shal wait. 132:32,014[A ]| Death and Hell n'er shal vex Thee 132:32,015[A ]| Faith and Laws 132:32,016[A ]| Back thy Cause 132:32,017[A ]| All our Isle with Joy expects Thee 132:32,018[A ]| March to Conquer and be great. 132:32,019[A ]| Sound to France, spread Thy Banner 132:32,020[A ]| Hoist thy Sails and plow the Main 132:32,021[A ]| Guarded by Success and Honor 132:32,022[A ]| Vindicate thy own again 132:32,023[A ]| Fortune laughs, Fate is willing 132:32,024[A ]| To Advance 132:32,025[A ]| Thee o'er France 132:32,026[A ]| Court the Hours whilst yet they'r smiling 132:32,027[A ]| March to Overcome and Reign. 132:33,000[' ]| <\To Dr: F*** in a Letter to Beverley\> 132:33,000[' ]| <\disswading him from drinking Waters.\> 132:33,001[A ]| TO clear the Brain or purge the thought 132:33,002[A ]| Your Waters are not worth a Groat, 132:33,003[A ]| The spaw it self cou'd never do't 132:33,004[A ]| Unless Your Brain lay in your Gutt. 132:33,005[A ]| Your Costive fancy if You'd stir up, 132:33,006[A ]| Add to your Waters Pills or Syrrup. 132:33,007[A ]| So your loose Muse may chance to store yee 132:33,008[A ]| With Arguments 7a 7Posteriori 132:33,009[A ]| You (like the Spaniard) may be writing 132:33,010[A ]| Some handsom Tract of easy Sh***g ~~ 132:33,011[A ]| Or making some clean Returnello 132:33,012[A ]| Of who Sh***s white or who Sh***s yellow. 132:33,013[A ]| But if some labour you design 132:33,014[A ]| Like all its Breth'ren fair and fine 132:33,015[A ]| Lay by your Element and rather 132:33,016[A ]| Drink (by my Lords good leave) Forefather. 132:33,017[A ]| When Jove his Godhead purg'd with water 132:33,018[A ]| He got some Sneaking Fountain Daughter. 132:33,019[A ]| But for the Offspring of his brain 132:33,020[A ]| His head ak'd much, and he cry'd Alass! 132:33,021[A ]| Twas Wine that brought the generous pain 132:33,022[A ]| The God drank hard, and out sprang Pallas. 132:33,023[A ]| To her pale sons, insipid \Isis\ 132:33,024[A ]| The draught of her own Stream advises; 132:33,025[A ]| But well We know, our \7Alma-Mater\ 132:33,026[A ]| Holds Claret wholsomer than Water: 132:33,027[A ]| And by her \Candle\ and her \Cup\ 132:33,028[A ]| Bids Sitt up late, and drink all up. 132:34,000[' ]| <1690> 132:34,000[' ]| <\To Dr. Sherlock, on his Practical\> 132:34,000[' ]| <\Discourse Concerning Death.\> 132:34,001[A ]| FORGIVE the Muse, who in unhallow'd Strains 132:34,002[A ]| The Saint one Moment from his GOD detains: 132:34,003[A ]| For sure, whate'er You do, where-e'er You are, 132:34,004[A ]| 'Tis all but one good Work, one constant Pray'r: 132:34,005[A ]| Forgive Her; and intreat That GOD, to whom 132:34,006[A ]| Thy favour'd Vows with kind Acceptance come, 132:34,007[A ]| To raise her Notes to that sublime Degree, 132:34,008[A ]| Which suits a Song of Piety and Thee. 132:34,009[A ]| Wond'rous good Man! whose Labours may repel 132:34,010[A ]| The Force of Sin, may stop the Rage of Hell: 132:34,011[A ]| Thou, like the BAPTIST, from thy GOD was sent 132:34,012[A ]| The crying Voice, to bid the World repent. 132:34,013[A ]| Thee YOUTH shall study; and no more engage 132:34,014[A ]| Their flatt'ring Wishes for uncertain AGE; 132:34,015[A ]| No more with fruitless Care, and cheated Strife 132:34,016[A ]| Chace fleeting Pleasure Thro' this Maze of Life; 132:34,017[A ]| Finding the Wretched All They here can have, 132:34,018[A ]| But present Food, and but a future Grave: 132:34,019[A ]| Each, great as PHILIPS's Victor Son, shall view 132:34,020[A ]| This abject World, and weeping, ask a New. 132:34,021[A ]| Decrepit AGE shall read Thee, and confess, 132:34,022[A ]| Thy Labours can asswage, where Med'cines cease: 132:34,023[A ]| Shall bless thy Words, their wounded Souls Relief, 132:34,024[A ]| The Drops that sweeten their last Dregs of Life: 132:34,025[A ]| Shall look to Heav'n, and laugh at all beneath; 132:34,026[A ]| Own Riches gather'd, Trouble; Fame, a Breath; 132:34,027[A ]| And LIFE an Ill, whose only Cure is DEATH. 132:34,028[A ]| Thy even Thoughts with so much Plainness flow; 132:34,029[A ]| Their Sense untutor'd INFANCY may know: 132:34,030[A ]| Yet to such height is all That Plainness wrought; 132:34,031[A ]| WIT may admire, and letter'd PRIDE be taught: 132:34,032[A ]| Easie in Words thy Style, in Sense subline: 132:34,033[A ]| On it's blest Steps each Age and Sex may rise: 132:34,034[A ]| 'Tis like the Ladder in the PATRIARCH'S Dream, 132:34,035[A ]| It's Foot on Earth, it's Height above the Skies. 132:34,036[A ]| Diffus'd it's Virtue, boundless is it's Pow'r: 132:34,037[A ]| 'Tis Publick Health, and Universal Cure: 132:34,038[A ]| Of Heav'nly MANNA 'tis a second Feast, 132:34,039[A ]| A Nation's Food, and All to ev'ry Taste. 132:34,040[A ]| To it's last Height mad BRITAIN's Guilt was rear'd: 132:34,041[A ]| And various DEATH for various Crimes She fear'd: 132:34,042[A ]| With your kind Work her drooping Hopes revive: 132:34,043[A ]| You bid Her read, repent, adore, and live: 132:34,044[A ]| You wrest the Bolt from Heav'ns avenging Hand; 132:34,045[A ]| Stop ready DEATH, and save a sinking Land. 132:34,046[A ]| O! save Us still; still bless Us with thy Stay: 132:34,047[A ]| O! want thy Heav'n, 'till We have learnt the Way: 132:34,048[A ]| Refuse to leave thy destin'd Charge too soon: 132:34,049[A ]| And for the Church's Good, defer thy own. 132:34,050[A ]| O! live; and let thy Works urge our Belief; 132:34,051[A ]| Live to explain thy Doctrine by thy Life; 132:34,052[A ]| 'Till future INFANCY, baptiz'd by Thee, 132:34,053[A ]| Grow ripe in Years, and old in Piety; 132:34,054[A ]| 'Till CHRISTIANS, yet unborn, be taught to die. 132:34,055[A ]| Then in full Age, and hoary Holiness 132:34,056[A ]| Retire, great Teacher, to thy promis'd Bliss: 132:34,057[A ]| Untouch'd thy Tomb, uninjur'd be thy Dust, 132:34,058[A ]| As thy own Fame among the future Just; 132:34,059[A ]| 'Till in last Sounds the dreadful Trumpet speaks: 132:34,060[A ]| 'Till JUDGMENT calls; and quick'ned NATURE wakes: 132:34,061[A ]| 'Till thro' the utmost Earth, and deepest Sea 132:34,062[A ]| Our scatter'd ATOMS find their destin'd Way, 132:34,063[A ]| In haste to cloath their Kindred Souls again; 132:34,064[A ]| Perfect our State, and build immortal Man: 132:34,065[A ]| Then fearless Thou, who well sustain'dst the Fight, 132:34,066[A ]| To Paths of Joy, and Tracts of endless Light 132:34,067[A ]| Lead up all those who heard Thee, and believ'd: 132:34,068[A ]| 'Midst thy own Flock, great Shepherd, be receiv'd; 132:34,069[A ]| And glad all Heav'n with Millions Thou has sav'd. 132:35,000[' ]| <\A Pindarique on His Majesties\> 132:35,000[' ]| <\Birth-Day.\> 132:35,000[' ]| <\Sung before Their Majesties at Whitehall,\> 132:35,000[' ]| <\The Fourth of November 1690.\> 132:35,000[' ]| <\A Prophecy by Apollo.\> 132:35,001[A ]| AS through \Britania's\ Raging Sea, 132:35,002[A ]| Our Great Defender Plowed his Glorious Way, 132:35,003[A ]| To make our Wishes, and his Fame compleat, 132:35,004[A ]| To fix a new our sinking State, 132:35,005[A ]| And fill the great Decrees of Fate, 132:35,006[A ]| \Apollo\ turn'd the Mistick Book, 132:35,007[A ]| In which Recorded lies the certain Doom 132:35,008[A ]| Of Time unborn, and Years to come; 132:35,009[A ]| Auspicious Omens thence he took, 132:35,010[A ]| Lawrel adorn'd his Brow, and Joy his Look; 132:35,011[A ]| Aloud he Blest the happy Day, 132:35,012[A ]| Whose lustre twice returned must see, 132:35,013[A ]| Truth Restored, and \Albion\ Free. 132:35,014[A ]| Aloud he had the mighty Months proceed, 132:35,015[A ]| All Deck'd with fair Success, and Crowned with happy Deed. 132:35,016[A ]| He Smil'd, and struck the Lyre and said, 132:35,017[B ]| Heaven has Revers'd \Britania's\ Doom: 132:35,018[B ]| Her promised Day appears, her better Fate is come. 132:35,019[B ]| The gentle Star, whose joyful Ray, 132:35,020[B ]| Enliven'd this Auspicious Day 132:35,021[B ]| When \Holland\ blest the Hero's Birth, 132:35,022[B ]| Doth with diffusive Goddness shed, 132:35,023[B ]| It's larger Gifts, o're \Britain's\ rising Head, 132:35,024[B ]| And thence, around the Joyful Earth. 132:35,025[B ]| Ye Sacred Muses, whose Harmonious lays 132:35,026[B ]| Are destin'd to Record his Praise, 132:35,027[B ]| Prepare with Solemn Joy, prepare 132:35,028[B ]| The chearful Consort of the War: 132:35,029[B ]| Awake the Trumpets, rouze the Drums, 132:35,030[B ]| The King, the Conqueror, the Hero comes, 132:35,031[B ]| With shining Arms he decks the listed Fields, 132:35,032[B ]| \IO Britannia!\ Then \JERNE\ yeilds, 132:35,033[B ]| \IO Britannia!\ Bless the Conqueror, 132:35,034[B ]| Put all thy Glory on, exert thy Power; 132:35,035[B ]| And greet thy \WILLIAM's\ happy Toil, 132:35,036[B ]| Assert the Sea, defend the Isles, 132:35,037[B ]| And on the lower World look safely down, 132:35,038[B ]| Thy Self a World alone. 132:35,039[B ]| See on the Continent appear, 132:35,040[B ]| Engaging Troops and ready War. 132:35,041[B ]| On Foreign Plains the British Armies shine, 132:35,042[B ]| \WILLIAM\ leads on, and Victory pursues, 132:35,043[B ]| And on \Sein's\ Banks the Hero well renews 132:35,044[B ]| The Glories of the \Boyne\. 132:35,045[B ]| Deliver'd \Gallia\ dreading now no more, 132:35,046[B ]| Tyrannick Might, and Lawless Power, 132:35,047[B ]| Obeys her Antient Conqueror. 132:35,048[B ]| O're \Europe\ freed Victorious \WILLIAM\ Reigns, 132:35,049[B ]| And sullen War, and vanquished Pride, 132:35,050[B ]| Behind his Chariot Wheels are Tyed 132:35,051[B ]| In Everlasting Chains. 132:35,052[B ]| Bid the Drums and Trumpets cease, 132:35,053[B ]| And Tune the softer Instruments of Peace; 132:35,054[B ]| All that through Speaking Pipes convey 132:35,055[B ]| Sounds of Delight, and Images of Joy; 132:35,056[B ]| All that by Artful Charms, or Vocal Wires, 132:35,057[B ]| In happy Numbers gently can Express, 132:35,058[B ]| All the Pleasure all the Bliss, 132:35,059[B ]| That \WILLIAM's\ Cares Deserve, or \MARY's\ Love Requires. 132:35,060[B ]| \MARIA\ now no longer Fear 132:35,061[B ]| The doubtful Chance of horrid War; 132:35,062[B ]| No longer Arm thy Hero with thy Prayer; 132:35,063[B ]| To Battle he no more shall Ride, 132:35,064[B ]| No more for Thee, and His \Britania\ Bleed. 132:35,065[B ]| \Saturnian\ Ages are renewed, and Golden Times succeed: 132:35,066[B ]| The shining Years begin their happy Race, 132:35,067[B ]| With Concord Crown'd and Blest with Peace. 132:35,068[B ]| Fair Plenty opens wide her bounteous Hand, 132:35,069[B ]| And throws her Gifts o're all the Land. 132:35,070[B ]| Virtue does with Heaven conspire, 132:35,071[B ]| To make \Britania's\ Joys entire, 132:35,072[B ]| Whilst \WILLIAM\, and whilst \MARY\ Reign. 132:35,073[B ]| \Astrea\ has forsook the Stars, 132:35,074[B ]| And joyned her Throne to Theirs, 132:35,075[B ]| Nor shall return from Earth again, 132:35,076[B ]| Whilst \WILLIAM\, and whilst \MARY\ Reign. 132:36,000[' ]| <\To a Lady Sleeping.\> 132:36,001[A ]| STILL Sleep stil fold those lovely Arms 132:36,002[A ]| Stil be free from noise and Harms 132:36,003[A ]| Whilst all the Gods of Love defend Thee 132:36,004[A ]| (The Gods of Love which stil attend thee) 132:36,005[A ]| Whilst around in humble State 132:36,006[A ]| A Thousand Wanton Angels wait 132:36,007[A ]| Whilst Gods officiously find 132:36,008[A ]| Pleasing Dreams to charm thy mind, 132:36,009[A ]| Dreams of things (if such there are) 132:36,010[A ]| Like your self Serene and fair, 132:36,011[A ]| And when You open those bright Eyes 132:36,012[A ]| When Morpheus with the wel-cloath'd Vision flyes 132:36,013[A ]| May You that Happyness renew 132:36,014[A ]| And all the Pleasures of your Dream prove true. 132:37,000[' ]| <\Charity never faileth.\> 132:37,000[' ]| <\1: Cor: XIII, 8.\> 132:37,000[' ]| 132:37,001[A ]| SAY would'st Thou gain eternal Praise, 132:37,002[A ]| Go foolish Man thy great designs pursue, 132:37,003[A ]| Go, try ten thousand ways; 132:37,004[A ]| Thy Toil like Sisyphus each hour renew 132:37,005[A ]| Yet know that after all Thy Pain, 132:37,006[A ]| Like Him thou dost but roll a heavy Stone in vain. 132:37,000[' ]| 132:37,007[A ]| Rush, if thou wilt into the Camp, and try 132:37,008[A ]| To purchace Fame by Victory, 132:37,009[A ]| Let Fortune stil against thy foes conspire 132:37,010[A ]| Still on Thee, her Darling wait 132:37,011[A ]| And kindly seem to make thee great, 132:37,012[A ]| Great as thy soaring wishes can require. 132:37,013[A ]| Yet when thy Troops return with Conquest crown'd 132:37,014[A ]| Thy recompence is only shouts and noise 132:37,015[A ]| (The Rabbles unintelligible voice) 132:37,016[A ]| And scarce a Lawrel-leaf for every wound. 132:37,000[' ]| 132:37,017[A ]| But say the Senate should thy Service own 132:37,018[A ]| And to thy Memory with comely Pride 132:37,019[A ]| Erect a shining Pyramide: 132:37,020[A ]| By this Thou canst not be for ever known, 132:37,021[A ]| The Marble will decay, the Polish'd Iron rust, 132:37,022[A ]| And both will be as soon as Thou art, Dust. 132:37,000[' ]| 132:37,023[A ]| Then throw your Sword and Gauntlet by, 132:37,024[A ]| Change your Armour for a Gown 132:37,025[A ]| Read all the Secrets of Philosophy 132:37,026[A ]| And thus endeavor to obtain renown, 132:37,027[A ]| Yet here thy Study will prove vain 132:37,028[A ]| No glory can'st Thou hence obtain 132:37,029[A ]| Since Men the mighty Stagyrite disdain. 132:37,000[' ]| 132:37,030[A ]| Should'st Thou invoke the Muses then, and try 132:37,031[A ]| If honor can be gain'd by Poetry, 132:37,032[A ]| Alas! no glory will from hence arise 132:37,033[A ]| Tho (which is much improbable) thy Rhimes 132:37,034[A ]| Affect the Squeamish Criticks of these times. 132:37,035[A ]| What they Admire their Children may dispise 132:37,036[A ]| Homer is Censur'd, Ennius quite thrown by, 132:37,037[A ]| Then how short-liv'd will be thy Praise: 132:37,038[A ]| Like what thou labour'st for, a sprig of Bayes, 132:37,039[A ]| 'Twill with its Transitory Master Dye. 132:37,000[' ]| 132:37,040[A ]| Hard Fate! can nothing then secure our Name 132:37,041[A ]| From Envys cruel rage 132:37,042[A ]| And the devouring Teeth of Age 132:37,043[A ]| Can nothing Purchace everlasting Fame? 132:37,044[A ]| Yes, CHARITY will do't, 'tis This Alone 132:37,045[A ]| Will make its Author always known. 132:37,046[A ]| The Charitable Man shal live 132:37,047[A ]| Without what needless Art can give 132:37,048[A ]| And every Tongue his Acts rehearse 132:37,049[A ]| Tho no Man built his Tomb, or sung his Praise in Verse. 132:37,000[' ]| 132:37,050[A ]| Old Time and Envy shal his glory view 132:37,051[A ]| Each vainly striving to pursue; 132:37,052[A ]| Whilst looking back he sees them fly behind 132:37,053[A ]| And scapes the fatal Gulph which swallows all Mankind. 132:37,054[A ]| Nay even in that dreadful Day 132:37,055[A ]| When all Men else to Rocks and Caverns run 132:37,056[A ]| And desperately strive an angry GOD to shun 132:37,057[A ]| When time it self shal be no more, 132:37,058[A ]| Who fed the Orphan, and reliev'd the Poor 132:37,059[A ]| Shal with undaunted Courage stay 132:37,060[A ]| And Ten times more receive, then e'er he gave away. 132:38,000[' ]| <\Arria and Petus out of Martial.\> 132:38,000[' ]| <\Paraphrase.\> 132:38,001[A ]| WITH Roman constancy and decent pride 132:38,002[A ]| The dying Matron from her wounded side 132:38,003[A ]| Drawing forth the guilty blade 132:38,004[A ]| To her lov'd Lord the fatal gift convey'd. 132:38,005[A ]| But then in streams of blood and sorrow drown'd, 132:38,006[A ]| Pardon, she crys, an unbecoming Tear 132:38,007[A ]| (The Womans weakness will appear) 132:38,008[A ]| Yet think not tis that I repent the Deed 132:38,009[A ]| Or that my firm resolves give ground. 132:38,010[A ]| Witness just Heav'n 'tis nothing that I bleed 132:38,011[A ]| But that You must, there Petus, there's the Wound. 132:39,000[' ]| <\God is Love.\> 132:39,000[' ]| 132:39,001[A ]| ALMIGHTY Power! 132:39,002[A ]| Whom Angells' Hymns, men's Prayers adore. 132:39,003[A ]| For whom no Speech, no thought cou'd frame 132:39,004[A ]| A comprehensive Name; 132:39,005[A ]| 'Till Thou from Heav'n vouchsafst a ray, 132:39,006[A ]| Thy glory and our knowledge to improve; 132:39,007[A ]| Thou mixt Thy beams with our exalted Clay, 132:39,008[A ]| And we, enlightened, learn to call thee \Love\. 132:39,000[' ]| 132:39,009[A ]| All was in Chaos and confusion laid 132:39,010[A ]| 'Till by Loves creating word 132:39,011[A ]| The melancholy Mass was stir'd 132:39,012[A ]| And the commanded Elements with hasty joy obey'd. 132:39,013[A ]| The peaceful Sphears with wond'rous Music roll'd, 132:39,014[A ]| Time his harmonious course began, 132:39,015[A ]| The circling Years in glad Procession ran, 132:39,016[A ]| Order and beauty blest the New born World. 132:39,017[A ]| And every object strove to prove 132:39,018[A ]| That all was made and all preserv'd by love. 132:39,000[' ]| 132:39,019[A ]| When Heav'ns last noblest Masterpiece was made 132:39,020[A ]| Love, pow'rful love, unlockt his pregnant side 132:39,021[A ]| And kindly thence call'd forth the blushing Bride; 132:39,022[A ]| Love to his heart a secret was convey'd 132:39,023[A ]| And made him bless the wound court the Maid. 132:39,024[A ]| Love did the willing Souls unite 132:39,025[A ]| Whilst He became Her strength, She his delight 132:39,026[A ]| This happy Pair more truly One 132:39,027[A ]| Then when both Sexes lay in Adams side alone. 132:39,000[' ]| 132:39,028[A ]| Thus they liv'd and thus they Lov'd. 132:39,029[A ]| Each smiling Hour their bliss improv'd 132:39,030[A ]| But when for knowledge and Sins sake they stray'd 132:39,031[A ]| When God and love were disobey'd 132:39,032[A ]| By God and love the mild decree was giv'n 132:39,033[A ]| Which threw them down from Paradise and rais'd them 132:39,033[A ]| up to Heav'n. 132:39,000[' ]| 132:39,034[A ]| Exalted Lyre thy tuneful sinews move 132:39,035[A ]| Teach Man divinity and love: 132:39,036[A ]| Forgetfull Man, in Bethlems poor abode 132:39,037[A ]| Behold new born Eternity 132:39,038[A ]| And hear the Thunderers voice chang'd to an Infants cry 132:39,039[A ]| Nourish'd like Thee with circulating blood 132:39,040[A ]| Compound like Thee with limbs and cloath'd with Skin, 132:39,041[A ]| Like Thee in every thing, but Sin. 132:39,000[' ]| 132:39,042[A ]| Then cast (if Tears restrain not) cast thy Eye 132:39,043[A ]| Up to the dismal top of frighted Calvary 132:39,044[A ]| See whom thy Pray'rs so oft invok'd 132:39,045[A ]| To whom thy fatlings fell, thy Altars smoak'd 132:39,046[A ]| See to the fatal Cross He's ty'd, 132:39,047[A ]| The thorns his temples wound, the spear his side: 132:39,048[A ]| And to compleat his glorious Miserys, 132:39,049[A ]| Imperious Love, what wou'dst thou more? He \Dyes\. 132:39,050[A ]| What woul'dst Thou more? Thy Deity we own: 132:39,051[A ]| By thy mysterious Power alone 132:39,052[A ]| The \World\ was fram'd, \Man\ sav'd, \God\ crucified. 132:40,000[' ]| <\Letter to J***\> 132:40,001[A ]| MY little Wid% to you I send 132:40,002[A ]| Or as my Doctress or my Friend 132:40,003[A ]| Hoping these Lines may find You S***g 132:40,004[A ]| As I am at this present writing. 132:40,005[A ]| I yesternight read Nendicks bills 132:40,006[A ]| Believ'd his lies and took his Pills; 132:40,007[A ]| No sooner was the Rascall swallow'd 132:40,008[A ]| Ah J***y can you guess what follow'd? 132:40,009[A ]| I'l swear I thought I shou'd have quicken'd, 132:40,010[A ]| And from that moment fondly reckon'd. 132:40,011[A ]| At last my Physic like your Marriage 132:40,012[A ]| Brought nothing forth but a Miscarriage. 132:40,013[A ]| When I had suffer'd as I tell Yee 132:40,014[A ]| Those plaguey wamblings in my Belly 132:40,015[A ]| Backwards I much Dismist, and after 132:40,016[A ]| Indeed I scarse cou'd hold my Water. 132:40,017[A ]| Faith J***e those Pills are past enduring 132:40,018[A ]| That work at once by Stool and Urine; 132:40,019[A ]| I shou'd not, were you here, intreat Yee 132:40,020[A ]| To give me liberty to beat Yee; 132:40,021[A ]| For gentle walking will alone 132:40,022[A ]| Bring neighbor Nendick kindly down. 132:40,023[A ]| Thus having Thirty times I think 132:40,024[A ]| Drank your dear health in posset drink 132:40,025[A ]| I Answer to my 9Billet 9doux Require 132:40,026[A ]| And rest 132:40,027[A ]| Sweet J***e 132:40,028[A ]| Your stinking Friend 132:40,029[A ]| M*Pr***r. 132:41,000[' ]| <\Ca*elia.\> 132:41,001[A ]| WERE Ca*elia absent and remembrance brought 132:41,002[A ]| Her and past raptures thick upon my thought 132:41,003[A ]| The next kind She might meet my rais'd desire 132:41,004[A ]| And beastly Lust quench Loves disabl'd Fire. 132:41,005[A ]| But when I want my Friend, when my vex't heart 132:41,006[A ]| Beats short, and pants and seeks its nobler part, 132:41,007[A ]| For the sad Ill no med'cine can be found: 132:41,008[A ]| 'Tis You that made, 'tis You must cure the Wound. 132:42,000[' ]| <\Song Set by Messrs: Pickering\> 132:42,000[' ]| <\and Tudway.\> 132:42,001[A ]| LOVE I confess I thought Thee but a Name 132:42,002[A ]| The Painters fancy and the Poets Theme, 132:42,003[A ]| The old Wives Tale, the wishing Virgins dream, 132:42,004[A ]| But if indeed Thou art a God 132:42,005[A ]| Supreme in Goodness and in Pow'r 132:42,006[A ]| Now make it clearly understood 132:42,007[A ]| And I'l repent and I'l adore. 132:42,008[A ]| Or use thy Mercy, and withdraw the dart 132:42,009[A ]| Gently! Ah! gently, from my fester'd heart; 132:42,010[A ]| Or strike the weapon thro^ my Ca*elia's breast ~~ 132:42,011[A ]| And be Thy Godhead by thy Pow'r exprest. 132:42,012[A ]| For whilst I follow and my Ca*elia flies 132:42,013[A ]| Whilst I entreat and She denys 132:42,014[A ]| I own my Self a harden'd Atheist stil 132:42,015[A ]| And must deny thy Power, or blame thy Will. 132:43,000[' ]| <\Song Set by Mr: K.\> 132:43,000[' ]| 132:43,001[A ]| LOVE, has often threaten'd War 132:43,002[A ]| Beauty led up all the Fair 132:43,003[A ]| Yet stil my heart repell'd the Harms 132:43,004[A ]| Their cruelty intended, 132:43,005[A ]| But when my Ca*elia took up Arms 132:43,006[A ]| Unable to resist her Charms 132:43,007[A ]| The Fort no longer I defended. 132:43,000[' ]| 132:43,008[A ]| Strength and Wisdom useless prove, 132:43,009[A ]| Once to see her is to Love; 132:43,010[A ]| Others in Time a heart may gain 132:43,011[A ]| By Treaty or Perswasion, 132:43,012[A ]| Their Conquests They by Siege obtain; 132:43,013[A ]| You o'er my heart were born to reign 132:43,014[A ]| And bravely took it by Invasion. 132:44,000[' ]| <\A Hymn to Venus, upon a Marriage.\> 132:44,000[' ]| 132:44,001[A ]| ALMIGHTY pow'r of Harmony and Love 132:44,002[A ]| That Governst all below and blessest all above 132:44,003[A ]| At whose command this well proportion'd frame 132:44,004[A ]| From the dark womb of empty Chaos came 132:44,005[A ]| Whose smile bid wild confusion cease 132:44,006[A ]| And charm'd the jarring Elements to peace, 132:44,007[A ]| Who life and joy to th' earliest beings gave 132:44,008[A ]| And stil with new supplies defeats the conquest of the Grave, 132:44,009[A ]| Marriage I sing, be thou my Muse. 132:44,010[A ]| To thy young Prophets Soul infuse 132:44,011[A ]| Such vigorous heat such active fire 132:44,012[A ]| As tun'd thy dear Anacreons Lyre 132:44,013[A ]| That my officious Song may prove 132:44,014[A ]| Noble as was our Lovers first desire 132:44,015[A ]| Sweet as their Courtship lasting as their Love. 132:44,000[' ]| 132:44,016[A ]| Yes Venus your Divinity we own 132:44,017[A ]| Your pow'r and goodness equally are shown 132:44,018[A ]| Since this happy pair you join. 132:44,019[A ]| Forsake Cythera's crouded shrine 132:44,020[A ]| Victims of vulgar hearts disclaim 132:44,021[A ]| Nor seek new Conquests but the last maintain 132:44,022[A ]| Your last which has outdone 132:44,023[A ]| All other glories which your Cupids won 132:44,024[A ]| Since yielding to your Godhead, Jove 132:44,025[A ]| Confest his Thunder less then were the Shafts of Love. 132:44,026[A ]| Go let your darlings useless arms be broke 132:44,027[A ]| Let his torch languish in enactive Smoak: 132:44,028[A ]| His little Deity must now dispair 132:44,029[A ]| To see such Lovers at his Altars crown'd 132:44,030[A ]| Or vanquish with an equal wound 132:44,031[A ]| So great an Hero, and a Bride so fair. 132:44,000[' ]| 132:44,032[A ]| On these may all your Blessings flow 132:44,033[A ]| On these your choicest Gifts bestow 132:44,034[A ]| Let all their after minutes prove 132:44,035[A ]| Kind as is your kindest Dove 132:44,036[A ]| And soft as down upon the wings of love: 132:44,037[A ]| Still with their years encrease their joy 132:44,038[A ]| Stil be their raptures full yet never cloy 132:44,039[A ]| Whilst each succeeding Night 132:44,040[A ]| Improves the Transport of the last delight. 132:44,041[A ]| In glad procession may each rolling Year 132:44,042[A ]| See the joyful Parent bear 132:44,043[A ]| A Beauty second only to her own 132:44,044[A ]| Or if the smiling Gods conspire to crown 132:44,045[A ]| Her stronger Wishes in a Son, 132:44,046[A ]| His Fathers Soul as Image let him share 132:44,047[A ]| And prove his Honors and his Virtues Heir. 132:45,000[' ]| <1692> 132:45,000[' ]| <\To the Honourable Charles\> 132:45,000[' ]| <\Montague, Esq;\> 132:45,000[' ]| 132:45,001[A ]| HOWE'ER, 'tis well, that while Mankind 132:45,002[A ]| Thro' Fate's perverse \Ma*eander\ errs, 132:45,003[A ]| He can Imagin'd Pleasures find, 132:45,004[A ]| To combat against Real Cares. 132:45,000[' ]| 132:45,005[A ]| Fancies and Notions He pursues, 132:45,006[A ]| Which ne'er had Being but in Thought: 132:45,007[A ]| Each, like the GRA*ECIAN Artist, woo's 132:45,008[A ]| The Image He himself has wrought. 132:45,000[' ]| 132:45,009[A ]| Against Experience He believes; 132:45,010[A ]| He argues against Demonstration; 132:45,011[A ]| Pleas'd, when his Reason He deceives; 132:45,012[A ]| And sets his Judgment by his Passion. 132:45,000[' ]| 132:45,013[A ]| The hoary Fool, who many Days 132:45,014[A ]| Has struggl'd with continu'd Sorrow, 132:45,015[A ]| Renews his Hope, and blindly lays 132:45,016[A ]| The desp'rate Bett upon to Morrow. 132:45,000[' ]| 132:45,017[A ]| To Morrow comes: 'tis Noon, 'tis Night; 132:45,018[A ]| This Day like all the former flies: 132:45,019[A ]| Yet on He runs, to seek Delight 132:45,020[A ]| To Morrow, 'till to Night He dies. 132:45,000[' ]| 132:45,021[A ]| Our Hopes, like tow'ring Falcons, aim 132:45,022[A ]| At Objects in an airy height: 132:45,023[A ]| The little Pleasure of the Game 132:45,024[A ]| Is from afar to view the Flight. 132:45,000[' ]| 132:45,025[A ]| Our anxious Pains We, all the Day, 132:45,026[A ]| In search of what We like, employ: 132:45,027[A ]| Scorning at Night the worthless Prey, 132:45,028[A ]| We find the Labour gave the Joy. 132:45,000[' ]| 132:45,029[A ]| At Distance thro' an artful Glass 132:45,030[A ]| To the Mind's Eye Things well appear: 132:45,031[A ]| They lose their Forms, and make a Mass 132:45,032[A ]| Confus'd and black, if brought too near. 132:45,000[' ]| 132:45,033[A ]| If We see right, We see our Woes: 132:45,034[A ]| Then what avails it to have Eyes? 132:45,035[A ]| From Ignorance our Comfort flows: 132:45,036[A ]| The only Wretched are the Wise. 132:45,000[' ]| 132:45,037[A ]| We weary'd should lye down in Death: 132:45,038[A ]| This Cheat of Life would take no more; 132:45,039[A ]| If You thought Fame but empty Breath; 132:45,040[A ]| I, PHILLIS but a perjur'd Whore. 132:46,000[' ]| <\Song.\> 132:46,001[A ]| \WHILST I am scorch'd with hot desire,\ 132:46,002[A ]| \In vain cold Friendship you return:\ 132:46,003[A ]| \Your drops of Pity on my Fire\ 132:46,004[A ]| \Alas! but make it fiercer burn.\ 132:46,005[A ]| \Ah! would you have the Flame supprest\ 132:46,006[A ]| \That kills the Heart it heats too fast;\ 132:46,007[A ]| \Take half my Passion to your Breast,\ 132:46,008[A ]| \The rest in mine shall ever last.\ 132:47,000[' ]| <\An Ode.\> 132:47,000[' ]| 132:47,001[A ]| WHILE blooming Youth, and gay Delight 132:47,002[A ]| Sit on thy rosey Cheeks confest, 132:47,003[A ]| Thou hast, my Dear, undoubted Right 132:47,004[A ]| To triumph o'er this destin'd Breast. 132:47,005[A ]| My Reason bends to what thy Eyes ordain; 132:47,006[A ]| For I was born to Love, and Thou to Reign. 132:47,000[' ]| 132:47,007[A ]| But would You meanly thus rely 132:47,008[A ]| On Power, You know I must Obey? 132:47,009[A ]| Exert a Legal Tyranny; 132:47,010[A ]| And do an Ill, because You may? 132:47,011[A ]| Still must I Thee, as Atheists Heav'n adore; 132:47,012[A ]| Not see thy Mercy, and yet dread thy Power? 132:47,000[' ]| 132:47,013[A ]| Take Heed, my Dear, Youth flies apace; 132:47,014[A ]| As well as CUPID, TIME is blind: 132:47,015[A ]| Soon must those Glories of thy Face 132:47,016[A ]| The Fate of vulgar Beauty find: 132:47,017[A ]| The Thousand Loves, that arm thy potent Eye, 132:47,018[A ]| Must drop their Quivers, flag their Wings, and die. 132:47,000[' ]| 132:47,019[A ]| Then wilt Thou sigh, when in each Frown 132:47,020[A ]| A hateful Wrinkle more appears; 132:47,021[A ]| And putting peevish Humours on, 132:47,022[A ]| Seems but the sad Effect of Years: 132:47,023[A ]| Kindness it self too weak a Charm will prove, 132:47,024[A ]| To raise the feeble Fires of aged Love. 132:47,000[' ]| 132:47,025[A ]| Forc'd Compliments, and formal Bows 132:47,026[A ]| Will show Thee just above Neglect: 132:47,027[A ]| The Heat, with which thy Lover glows, 132:47,028[A ]| Will settle into cold Respect: 132:47,029[A ]| A talking dull Platonic I shall turn; 132:47,030[A ]| Learn to be civil, when I cease to burn. 132:47,000[' ]| 132:47,031[A ]| Then shun the Ill, and know, my Dear, 132:47,032[A ]| Kindness and Constancy will prove 132:47,033[A ]| The only Pillars fit to bear 132:47,034[A ]| So vast a Weight, as that of Love. 132:47,035[A ]| If thou canst wish to make My Flames endure, 132:47,036[A ]| Thine must be very fierce, and very pure. 132:47,000[' ]| 132:47,037[A ]| Haste, CELIA, haste, while Youth invites, 132:47,038[A ]| Obey kind CUPID's present Voice; 132:47,039[A ]| Fill ev'ry Sense with soft Delights, 132:47,040[A ]| And give thy Soul a Loose to Joys: 132:47,041[A ]| Let Millions of repeated Blisses prove, 132:47,042[A ]| That Thou all Kindness art, and I all Love. 132:47,000[' ]| 132:47,043[A ]| Be Mine, and only Mine; take care 132:47,044[A ]| Thy Looks, thy Thoughts, thy Dreams to guide 132:47,045[A ]| To Me alone; nor come so far, 132:47,046[A ]| As liking any Youth beside: 132:47,047[A ]| What Men e'er court Thee, fly 'em, and believe, 132:47,048[A ]| They're Serpents all, and Thou the tempted EVE. 132:47,000[' ]| 132:47,049[A ]| So shall I court thy dearest Truth, 132:47,050[A ]| When Beauty ceases to engage; 132:47,051[A ]| So thinking on thy charming Youth, 132:47,052[A ]| I'll love it o'er again in Age: 132:47,053[A ]| So TIME it self our Raptures shall improve, 132:47,054[A ]| While still We wake to Joy, and live to Love. 132:48,000[' ]| <\An Ode in Imitation of the Second Ode\> 132:48,000[' ]| <\of the Third Book of Horace.\> 132:48,000[' ]| <(1)> 132:48,001[A ]| HOW long Enchanted \Albion\ wilt thou lye 132:48,002[A ]| In the Lethargic Dream, the Sad repose 132:48,003[A ]| By which thy close thy constant Enemy 132:48,004[A ]| Has softly lull'd thee to thy Woes? 132:48,005[A ]| Or wake, degenerate Isle, or cease to own 132:48,006[A ]| What thy Old Kings in \Gallic\ Camps have done, 132:48,007[A ]| The Wreaths they purchas'd, and the Spoils they won: 132:48,008[A ]| Behold the Nations are again alarm'd 132:48,009[A ]| \William\, so Fate requires, again is Arm'd, 132:48,010[A ]| Thy Father to the Feild is gone: 132:48,011[A ]| Again \Maria\ weeps Her absent Lord: 132:48,012[A ]| The softer Honour of thy Throne 132:48,013[A ]| For \Albion's\ Good consents to Rule alone. 132:48,014[A ]| Oh! be thy Courage and thy Fame restor'd, 132:48,015[A ]| Mov'd by Her Tears, excited by His Sword. 132:48,000[' ]| <(2)> 132:48,016[A ]| See, the Repenting Isle awakes, 132:48,017[A ]| With happy Strength her vicious Chains She breaks: 132:48,018[A ]| The Clouds which hung around Her beauteous head 132:48,019[A ]| Down to their parent Night are fled: 132:48,020[A ]| Looks forth the Goddess, and sees Belgia Stand 132:48,021[A ]| Prepar'd to meet their common Lords Command; 132:48,022[A ]| Her Lions roaring by Her side, Her Arrows in her hand; 132:48,023[A ]| She Blushes to have been so long witheld, 132:48,024[A ]| And weeps Her Crime, and hastens to the Feild: 132:48,025[A ]| Henceforth Her Youth shal be inur'd to bear 132:48,026[A ]| Hazardous Toil and active War: 132:48,027[A ]| To march beneath the Dog-Starrs raging Heat, 132:48,028[A ]| Patient of Summers Drought, and Martial Sweat; 132:48,029[A ]| And only grieve in Winter Camps to find, 132:48,030[A ]| The Sun too fleeting for the Work design'd: 132:48,031[A ]| All Night beneath hard heavy Arms to Watch; 132:48,032[A ]| All Day to mount the Trench, to Storm the Breach; 132:48,033[A ]| And every rugged Path to tread, 132:48,034[A ]| Where \William\ and His Virtue lead. 132:48,000[' ]| <(3)> 132:48,035[A ]| As when the thundering Brass prepares to breath 132:48,036[A ]| Collected Anger and emissive Death, 132:48,037[A ]| In the try'd Mettle the close Dangers glow, 132:48,038[A ]| And now too late the Dying Foe 132:48,039[A ]| Perceives the Flame, yet cannot ward the Blow; 132:48,040[A ]| So whilst in \William's\ Breast ripe Councils lye, 132:48,041[A ]| Secret and Sure as Brooding Fate, 132:48,042[A ]| No more of His Design appears 132:48,043[A ]| No more can \Gallia\ penetrate 132:48,044[A ]| Than what augments her fears, 132:48,045[A ]| And vanquisht Lou+is can discry 132:48,046[A ]| Only a long unmeasur'd Ruin nigh. 132:48,000[' ]| <(4)> 132:48,047[A ]| See Great \Britannia\! near the Norman Shore 132:48,048[A ]| And Coasts of Old Submissive to thy Power 132:48,049[A ]| See thy Arm'd Navies plow their glorious way 132:48,050[A ]| And with bold Prows assert their Masters Sea, 132:48,051[A ]| In vain the Hostile Fleets retire 132:48,052[A ]| And run to Shipwrack from the Briton's fire. 132:48,053[A ]| Swift Victory in vengeful Flames 132:48,054[A ]| Burns down the Pride of their presumptuous Names; 132:48,055[A ]| And the torn Ships that reach the \Gallic\ Coast 132:48,056[A ]| Are but sad Marks to Show the rest are lost. 132:48,057[A ]| This, mighty William, this thy Queen has done 132:48,058[A ]| Thy Softer half has shook thy Rivals Throne. 132:48,059[A ]| Equal to thine Her Fame as Her command: 132:48,060[A ]| To Her 'tis given from Her Paternal Sea 132:48,061[A ]| To drive the Foe; 'tis given to Thee 132:48,062[A ]| To drive th'Invader from thy Native Land. 132:48,063[A ]| \Io Britannia\! loose thy Oceans Chains 132:48,064[A ]| Whilst \Russel\ Strikes the Blow thy Queen Ordains: 132:48,065[A ]| Thus Rescu'd, thus Rever'd, for ever Stand, 132:48,066[A ]| And bless the Council and reward the Hand, 132:48,067[A ]| Io! Britannia! thy \Maria\ Reigns. 132:48,000[' ]| <(5)> 132:48,068[A ]| From \Marys\ Conquest and the rescu'd Main 132:48,069[A ]| Let \France\ look forth to \Sambres\ armed Shoar 132:48,070[A ]| And boast those Joys for \Williams\ Death no more 132:48,071[A ]| Which speak Her Terror of his Life too plain. 132:48,072[A ]| The Fatal Day alas! draws nigh 132:48,073[A ]| When o'er the plains from Distant Towers on high, 132:48,074[A ]| Casting around her mournful Eye, 132:48,075[A ]| Lou+is Friend or Wife shal cry: 132:48,076[A ]| Why dos my ruin'd Lord retard his Flight? 132:48,077[A ]| Why dos dispair provoke his Age to fight? 132:48,078[A ]| As well the Wolf may venture to engage 132:48,079[A ]| The Angry Lions kindled rage. 132:48,080[A ]| The Ravenous Vultur, and the Bird of Night, 132:48,081[A ]| As safely tempt the Stooping Eagles flight, 132:48,082[A ]| As \Lou+is\ to unequal Arms defy 132:48,083[A ]| Yon' Hero, crown'd with blooming Victory 132:48,084[A ]| Yet unbreath'd from Battles gain'd 132:48,085[A ]| And mad \Iernes\ civil rage restrain'd, 132:48,086[A ]| See all yon' dusty Feilds quite cover'd o'er 132:48,087[A ]| With Hostile Troops, and \Orange\ at their Head, 132:48,088[A ]| (Fatal Name that Tyrants Dread!) 132:48,089[A ]| He comes, our ruin'd Empire is no more, 132:48,090[A ]| Down like the \Persian\ goes the \Gallic\ Throne, 132:48,091[A ]| Fainting \Darius\ flys, pursues great \Ammons\ Son. 132:48,000[' ]| <(6)> 132:48,092[A ]| Now from the dubious Battel's mingl'd heat 132:48,093[A ]| Let Fear look back, and stretch her hasty wing, 132:48,094[A ]| Impatient to secure a base retreat: 132:48,095[A ]| Let the pale Coward leave his Wounded King 132:48,096[A ]| For the vile priviledge of breath, 132:48,097[A ]| To live with shame in dread of glorious Death. 132:48,098[A ]| In vain: the well directed Bolts of War 132:48,099[A ]| Are taught the charging Heros Head to spare 132:48,100[A ]| And Strike the Coward Sculking in the rear. 132:48,101[A ]| Confus'd and mad the Traytor bites the Ground, 132:48,102[A ]| His back transfixed with a Dishonest wound, 132:48,103[A ]| And owns that Fate has swifter Wings than Fear. 132:48,104[A ]| While, through the fiercest Troops, and thickest press 132:48,105[A ]| Undaunted Virtue carrys on Success; 132:48,106[A ]| While equal Heav'n guards the distinguish'd brave, 132:48,107[A ]| And Armies must not hurt whom Sheilding \Angels\ Save. 132:48,000[' ]| <(7)> 132:48,108[A ]| Virtue to Verse the real Lustre gives, 132:48,109[A ]| Each by the others mutual Friendship lives: 132:48,110[A ]| The Heros Acts Sustain the Poets Thought, 132:48,111[A ]| \A*Eneas\ suffer'd and \Achilles\ fought, 132:48,112[A ]| Or \Virgils\ Majesty and \Homers\ rage 132:48,113[A ]| In vain had strove to Vanquish Envious Age. 132:48,114[A ]| While then your Hero drowns his rising fear 132:48,115[A ]| With Drums Alarms and Trumpets Sounds, 132:48,116[A ]| In arm'd retreats Secure, and guarded Towns 132:48,117[A ]| While he from Danger as from Honour far 132:48,118[A ]| Declines the Combat and protracts the War; 132:48,119[A ]| In vain Ye \Gallic\ Muses Strive 132:48,120[A ]| With Labour'd Verse to keep his Fame alive. 132:48,121[A ]| Your costly Monuments in vain you raise 132:48,122[A ]| On the weak Basis of his mould'ring Praise. 132:48,123[A ]| Against his will you chain your frighted King 132:48,124[A ]| To rapid Rhines divided Bed, 132:48,125[A ]| Whence in the Anguish of His Soul he fled; 132:48,126[A ]| You mock your Hero whilst you Sing, 132:48,127[A ]| The wounds for which he never bled: 132:48,128[A ]| Falsehood dos Poyson on your Verse infuse 132:48,129[A ]| And \Lou+is\ fear gives death to \Boileau's\ Muse. 132:48,000[' ]| <(8)> 132:48,130[A ]| But Virtue is her own Reward, 132:48,131[A ]| Tho^ neither Lyre were Strung, or Verse were heard, 132:48,132[A ]| In a Superior Orb the Goddess Rowles 132:48,133[A ]| Nor minds our Censure, nor desires our Praise, 132:48,134[A ]| Her Acts no human Accident controuls, 132:48,135[A ]| Nor Envy can depress, nor Flatt'ry raise: 132:48,136[A ]| Tho^ none Shou'd injure her, tho^ none Adore, 132:48,137[A ]| Tho^ Triumphs or Misfortunes were no more 132:48,138[A ]| She Seeks no Lustre and She fears no Night, 132:48,139[A ]| But in her Self compleatly bright 132:48,140[A ]| Not lessen'd tho^ repell'd by Fate 132:48,141[A ]| Rejects the mean Design, attempts the great 132:48,142[A ]| And in the Battel falls, or Saves the State. 132:48,143[A ]| When Bound in double Chains poor Belgia lay 132:48,144[A ]| To foreign Arms, and inward Strife a Prey, 132:48,145[A ]| When Fortune basely with Ambition joyn'd 132:48,146[A ]| And all was lost, except the Patriots mind, 132:48,147[A ]| When the Impetuous Storm and raging wind 132:48,148[A ]| Just ready the torn Vessel to o'erwhelm 132:48,149[A ]| Forc'd not the Faithful Pilot from the Helm; 132:48,150[A ]| When Syrens voices danc'd upon the Seas 132:48,151[A ]| And fine Persuasion proffer'd seeming peace 132:48,152[A ]| Yet stil the Hero great in Arms 132:48,153[A ]| Stop't his wise Ear against their fatal Charms 132:48,154[A ]| Against or Promisses or Threatnings Stood 132:48,155[A ]| To that which was Severely good; 132:48,156[A ]| Then had no Trophies justify'd his Fame 132:48,157[A ]| No Poet blest his Song with Nassau's Name, 132:48,158[A ]| Yet o'er his head unblemish'd Glory Sat 132:48,159[A ]| Plain to the Soul and visible to Thought 132:48,160[A ]| Yet Virtue did as real Triumph bring 132:48,161[A ]| And Heav'n as plainly shew'd the future \King\ 132:48,162[A ]| As when He at the Altar Stood, Confest 132:48,163[A ]| In all his Types and Robes of Pow'r, 132:48,164[A ]| When Britain freed His Soveraign Honours blest, 132:48,165[A ]| And own'd him next to what we there Adore. 132:48,000[' ]| <(9)> 132:48,166[A ]| Say, Joyful \Boynes\ Victorious flood 132:48,167[A ]| Stain'd by the warring Heroes blood 132:48,168[A ]| Say, when his Armies past, did he retire, 132:48,169[A ]| Or view the mingled Battles distant Fire? 132:48,170[A ]| Cou'd he believe His person was too dear? 132:48,171[A ]| Or with his Greatness did he cloath his fear? 132:48,172[A ]| Intreating Friends and threat'ning Foes 132:48,173[A ]| In vain the Warriors Speed oppose: 132:48,174[A ]| Thro^ the first Waves He wing'd His vent'rous way, 132:48,175[A ]| And on the adverse Shoar arose, 132:48,176[A ]| Great as the Ruler of the Day 132:48,177[A ]| Rises from the Morning Sea. 132:48,178[A ]| But long that Ruler had withdrawn his Light, 132:48,179[A ]| Long eas'd His Labours in Repose and Night 132:48,180[A ]| E'er from those Toils our Monarch knew to cease 132:48,181[A ]| Which were to give the troubled World its Peace. 132:48,000[' ]| <(10)> 132:48,182[A ]| Whence Ancient Rhine inverts his fruitful Urn 132:48,183[A ]| Or Maes and Waal with happy Error turn 132:48,184[A ]| To Belgia's sav'd Dominions, and the Sea 132:48,185[A ]| Whose righted Waves rejoice in Williams Sway, 132:48,186[A ]| Is there a Town where Children are not taught 132:48,187[A ]| Here Gallia trembl'd for here William fought? 132:48,188[A ]| And when in the Ambiguous Feild 132:48,189[A ]| Faint to pursue untaught to yeild 132:48,190[A ]| His Armies waver'd, Stept not he between? 132:48,191[A ]| Restor'd the Dubious Fight again, 132:48,192[A ]| Mark'd out the Coward that durst fly, 132:48,193[A ]| And led the panting Brave to Victory? 132:48,194[A ]| Stil as She fled Him, did he not o'ertake 132:48,195[A ]| Her doubtful course, and bring Her bleeding back? 132:48,196[A ]| By his keen Sword did not the Boldest fall? 132:48,197[A ]| Was He not King, Commander, Soldier, All ~~ ? 132:48,198[A ]| His Danger Such as with becoming Dread 132:48,199[A ]| His Subjects yet unborn Shal weep to read; 132:48,200[A ]| And were not these the only Days 132:48,201[A ]| (Lett Envy conscious of the Heroes praise 132:48,202[A ]| To late Posterity declare) 132:48,203[A ]| In which the Pious Prince refus'd to hear 132:48,204[A ]| His Friends Advices or his Subjects Pray'r. 132:48,000[' ]| <(11)> 132:48,205[A ]| Ye \Heros\, who have Fought your Countries Cause, 132:48,206[A ]| Redress'd Her Injuries, or form'd Her Laws, 132:48,207[A ]| To my Advent'rous Song just Witness bear, 132:48,208[A ]| And hear the Pious Goddess Swear, 132:48,209[A ]| That \William\ Treasures up a greater Name 132:48,210[A ]| Than any of the \Nine\ did e'er proclaim: 132:48,211[A ]| That He improves and gives with Int'rest back 132:48,212[A ]| All that Hereditary Stock of Fame 132:48,213[A ]| He did from his forefathers take. 132:48,214[A ]| That in His Constellation he Unites 132:48,215[A ]| Their scatter'd Rays, and fainter Lights: 132:48,216[A ]| That His full glory shal for ever Shine, 132:48,217[A ]| Sublime its Sphere, it's ray Divine, 132:48,218[A ]| Above yon rolling Orbs and Azure Sky; 132:48,219[A ]| Where nothing comes that knows to Dye. 132:48,220[A ]| Tho^ whilst our Mortal Eye presumes to look 132:48,221[A ]| Into Mysterious Fates Eternal book 132:48,222[A ]| We own some points in fainter lights exprest 132:48,223[A ]| In Symbols figur'd and in Shadows drest; 132:48,224[A ]| Yet thro^ the whole such obvious Truths at least 132:48,225[A ]| In general Characters engrav'd we find 132:48,226[A ]| As make the Justice of the God Confest 132:48,227[A ]| And to right Paths direct the Honest mind. 132:48,228[A ]| After the Virtuous Act the Just reward 132:48,229[A ]| Shal be return'd, however long defer'd: 132:48,230[A ]| After the black and Impious Deed 132:48,231[A ]| The Punishment tho^ slow shal Sure Succeed: 132:48,232[A ]| Thus far at least we are indulg'd to read. 132:48,233[A ]| And tho^ thro^ certain Years and destin'd Times 132:48,234[A ]| Merit has lain confus'd with Crimes; 132:48,235[A ]| Jove has seem'd Negligent of human Cares, 132:48,236[A ]| Nor Scourg'd our Follies, nor return'd our Prayers; 132:48,237[A ]| Yet now his Justice lifts the Equal Scales, 132:48,238[A ]| Ambition is Suppress'd, and Right prevails: 132:48,239[A ]| Fate it's great Ends by slow Degrees Attains, 132:48,240[A ]| O'er \Europe\ Free'd Victorious \William\ Reigns, 132:48,241[A ]| And sullen War and Captive Pride 132:48,242[A ]| Behind his Chariot Wheels are ty'd 132:48,243[A ]| In Everlasting Chains. 132:49,000[' ]| <1693> 132:49,000[' ]| <\Considerations on part of the\> 132:49,000[' ]| <\Eighty Eighth Psalme.\> 132:49,000[' ]| 132:49,001[A ]| HEAVY, O Lord, on me Thy Judgments lye, 132:49,002[A ]| Accurs't I am, while God rejects my Cry. 132:49,003[A ]| O'erwhelm'd in Darkness and Dispair I groan; 132:49,004[A ]| And ev'ry place is Hell; for God is Gone. 132:49,005[A ]| O Lord, arise, and let Thy Beams controll 132:49,006[A ]| Those horrid Clouds, that press my frighted Soul: 132:49,007[A ]| Save the Poor Wand'rer from Eternal Night, 132:49,008[A ]| Thou that art the God of Light. 132:49,000[' ]| 132:49,009[A ]| Downward I hasten to my destin'd place; 132:49,010[A ]| There None obtain Thy Aid, or Sing Thy Praise. 132:49,011[A ]| Soon I shal lye in Deaths deep Ocean drown'd: 132:49,012[A ]| Is Mercy there; or sweet Forgiveness found? 132:49,013[A ]| O save Me yet, whilst on the brink I stand; 132:49,014[A ]| Rebuke the Storm and waft my Soul to Land. 132:49,015[A ]| O let Her rest beneath Thy Wing secure, 132:49,016[A ]| Thou that art the God of Pow'r. 132:49,000[' ]| 132:49,017[A ]| Behold the Prodigal: To Thee I come, 132:49,018[A ]| To hail my Father, and to seek my Home. 132:49,019[A ]| Nor refuge cou'd I find, nor Friend abroad, 132:49,020[A ]| Straying in Vice and destitute of God. 132:49,021[A ]| O let Thy Terrors, and my Anguish End! 132:49,022[A ]| Be Thou my Refuge, and be Thou my Friend: 132:49,023[A ]| Receive the Son Thou did'st so long reprove, 132:49,024[A ]| Thou that art the God of Love. 132:50,000[' ]| <\Enigma.\> 132:50,001[A ]| \BY Birth I'm a Slave, yet can give you a Crown;\ 132:50,002[A ]| \I dispose of all Honours, my self having none:\ 132:50,003[A ]| \I'm obliged by just Maxims to govern my Life,\ 132:50,004[A ]| \Yet I hang my own Master, and lye with his Wife.\ 132:50,005[A ]| \Where Men are a Gaming, I cunningly sneak,\ 132:50,006[A ]| \And their Cudgels and Shovels away from 'em take.\ 132:50,007[A ]| \Fair Maidens and Ladies I by the Hand get,\ 132:50,008[A ]| \And pick off their Diamonds, tho' ne're so well set;\ 132:50,009[A ]| \But when I have Comrades, we rob in whole Bands,\ 132:50,010[A ]| \Then we presently take off your Lands from your Hands;\ 132:50,011[A ]| \But this fury once over, I've such winning Arts,\ 132:50,012[A ]| \That you love me much more than you doe your own Hearts.\ 132:51,000[' ]| <\An Epitaph on True, her Majesty's Dog.\> 132:51,001[A ]| \IF Wit or Honesty cou'd save\ 132:51,002[A ]| \Our mouldring Ashes from the Grave,\ 132:51,003[A ]| \This Stone had yet remain'd unmark'd,\ 132:51,004[A ]| \I still wrote Prose, and\ True \still bark'd:\ 132:51,005[A ]| \But envious Fate has claim'd its due,\ 132:51,006[A ]| \Here lies the mortal Part of\ True; 132:51,007[A ]| \His deathless Virtues must survive,\ 132:51,008[A ]| \To better us that are alive.\ 132:51,009[A ]| \His Prudence and his Wit were seen,\ 132:51,010[A ]| \In that, from\ Mary's \Grace and Meen,\ 132:51,011[A ]| \He own'd the Pow'r, and lov'd the Queen.\ 132:51,012[A ]| \By long Obedience he confest,\ 132:51,013[A ]| \That serving her was to be blest.\ 132:51,014[A ]| \Ye Murmurers, let\ True \evince,\ 132:51,015[A ]| \That Men are Beasts, and Dogs have Sence.\ 132:51,016[A ]| \His Faith and Truth all\ White-hall \knows,\ 132:51,017[A ]| \He ne're could fawn, or flatter those\ 132:51,018[A ]| \Whom he believ'd were\ Mary's \Foes.\ 132:51,019[A ]| \Ne'er skulk'd from whence his Soveraign led him,\ 132:51,020[A ]| \Nor snarl'd against the Hand that fed him.\ 132:51,021[A ]| \Read this ye Statesmen now in Favour,\ 132:51,022[A ]| \And mend your own, by\ True's \Behaviour.\ 132:52,000[' ]| <\Hymn to the Sun.\> 132:52,000[' ]| <\Set by Dr. Purcel, and Sung before their Majesties\> 132:52,000[' ]| <\on New-Years-Day, 1694.\> 132:52,000[' ]| 132:52,001[A ]| LIGHT of the World, and Ruler of the Year, 132:52,002[A ]| With happy Speed begin Thy great Career; 132:52,003[A ]| And, as Thou dost thy radiant Journies run, 132:52,004[A ]| Through every distant Climate own, 132:52,005[A ]| That in fair ALBION Thou hast seen 132:52,006[A ]| The greatest Prince, the brightest Queen, 132:52,007[A ]| That ever sav'd a Land, or blest a Throne, 132:52,008[A ]| Since first Thy Beams were spread, or Genial Power was known. 132:52,000[' ]| 132:52,009[A ]| So may Thy Godhead be confest, 132:52,010[A ]| So the returning Year be blest, 132:52,011[A ]| As His Infant Months bestow 132:52,012[A ]| Springing Wreaths for WILLIAM's Brow; 132:52,013[A ]| As His Summer's Youths shall shed 132:52,014[A ]| Eternal Sweets around MARIA's Head: 132:52,015[A ]| From the Blessings They bestow, 132:52,016[A ]| Our Times are dated, and our \A*Era's\ move: 132:52,017[A ]| They govern, and enlighten all Below, 132:52,018[A ]| As Thou dost all Above. 132:52,000[' ]| 132:52,019[A ]| Let our Hero in the War 132:52,020[A ]| Active and fierce, like Thee, appear: 132:52,021[A ]| Like Thee, great Son of JOVE, like Thee, 132:52,022[A ]| When clad in rising Majesty, 132:52,023[A ]| Thou marchest down o'er DELOS' Hills confest, 132:52,024[A ]| With all Thy Arrows arm'd, in all Thy Glory drest. 132:52,025[A ]| Like Thee, the Hero does his Arms imploy, 132:52,026[A ]| The raging PYTHON to destroy, 132:52,027[A ]| And give the injur'd Nations Peace and Joy. 132:52,000[' ]| 132:52,028[A ]| From fairest Years, and Time's more happy Stores, 132:52,029[A ]| Gather all the smiling Hours; 132:52,030[A ]| Such as with friendly Care have guarded 132:52,031[A ]| Patriots and Kings in rightful Wars; 132:52,032[A ]| Such as with Conquest have rewarded 132:52,033[A ]| Triumphant Victors happy Cares; 132:52,034[A ]| Such as Story has recorded 132:52,035[A ]| Sacred to NASSAU'S long Renown, 132:52,036[A ]| For Countries sav'd, and Battels won. 132:52,000[' ]| 132:52,037[A ]| March Them again in fair Array, 132:52,038[A ]| And bid Them form the happy Day, 132:52,039[A ]| The happy Day design'd to wait 132:52,040[A ]| On WILLIAM's Fame, and EUROPE's Fate. 132:52,041[A ]| Let the happy Day be crown'd 132:52,042[A ]| With great Event, and fair Success; 132:52,043[A ]| No brighter in the Year be found, 132:52,044[A ]| But That which brings the Victor home in Peace. 132:52,000[' ]| 132:52,045[A ]| Again Thy Godhead We implore, 132:52,046[A ]| Great in Wisdom as in Power; 132:52,047[A ]| Again, for good MARIA's sake, and Ours, 132:52,048[A ]| Chuse out other smiling Hours; 132:52,049[A ]| Such as with joyous Wings have fled, 132:52,050[A ]| When happy Counsels were advising; 132:52,051[A ]| Such as have lucky Omens shed 132:52,052[A ]| O'er forming LAWS, and Empires rising; 132:52,053[A ]| Such as many Courses ran, 132:52,054[A ]| Hand in Hand, a goodly Train, 132:52,055[A ]| To bless the great ELIZA's Reign; 132:52,056[A ]| And in the Typic Glory show, 132:52,057[A ]| What fuller Bliss MARIA shall bestow. 132:52,000[' ]| 132:52,058[A ]| As the solemn Hours advance, 132:52,059[A ]| Mingled send into the Dance 132:52,060[A ]| Many fraught with all the Treasures, 132:52,061[A ]| Which Thy Eastern Travel views; 132:52,062[A ]| Many wing'd with all the Pleasures, 132:52,063[A ]| Man can ask, or Heav'n diffuse: 132:52,064[A ]| That great MARIA all those Joys may know, 132:52,065[A ]| Which, from Her Cares, upon Her Subjects flow. 132:52,000[' ]| 132:52,066[A ]| For Thy own Glory sing our Sov'raign's Praise, 132:52,067[A ]| God of Verses and of Days: 132:52,068[A ]| Let all Thy tuneful Sons adorn 132:52,069[A ]| Their lasting Work with WILLIAM's Name; 132:52,070[A ]| Let chosen Muses yet unborn 132:52,071[A ]| Take great MARIA for their future Theam: 132:52,072[A ]| Eternal Structures let Them raise, 132:52,073[A ]| On WILLIAM's and MARIA's Praise: 132:52,074[A ]| Nor want new Subject for the song; 132:52,075[A ]| Nor fear they can exhaust the Store; 132:52,076[A ]| 'Till Nature's Musick lyes unstrung; 132:52,077[A ]| 'Till Thou, great God, shalt lose Thy double Pow'r; 132:52,078[A ]| And touch Thy Lyre, and shoot Thy Beams no more. 132:53,000[' ]| <1694> 132:53,000[' ]| <\""Spare Dorsett's sacred life,\> 132:53,000[' ]| <\decerning fate""\> 132:53,001[A ]| SPARE Dorsett's sacred life, decerning fate, 132:53,002[A ]| And Death shall march thro^ Courts and Camps in State, 132:53,003[A ]| Emptying his Quiver on the vulgar Great; 132:53,004[A ]| Round Dorsett's board lett Peace and Plenty dance. 132:53,005[A ]| Far off lett Famine Her sad reign advance, 132:53,006[A ]| And War walk deep in blood thro^ conquer'd France. 132:53,007[A ]| Apollo thus began the Mystic Strain, 132:53,008[A ]| The Muses Sons all bow'd and sayd Amen. 132:54,000[' ]| <\To My Lady Dursley, on Her Reading\> 132:54,000[' ]| <\Milton's Paradis*Lost.\> 132:54,001[A ]| HERE reading how fond ADAM was betray'd, 132:54,002[A ]| And how by Sin EVE's blasted Charms decay'd; 132:54,003[A ]| Our common Loss unjustly You complain; 132:54,004[A ]| So small that Part of it, which You sustain. 132:54,005[A ]| You still, fair Mother, in your Offspring trace 132:54,006[A ]| The Stock of Beauty destin'd for the Race: 132:54,007[A ]| Kind Nature, forming Them, the Pattern took 132:54,008[A ]| From Heav'n's first Work, and EVE's Original Look. 132:54,009[A ]| You, happy Saint, the Serpent's Pow'r controul: 132:54,010[A ]| Scarce any actual Guilt defiles your Soul: 132:54,011[A ]| And Hell does o'er that Mind vain Triumph boast, 132:54,012[A ]| Which gains a Heav'n, for earthly EDEN lost. 132:54,013[A ]| With Virtue strong as Yours had EVE been arm'd, 132:54,014[A ]| In vain the Fruit had blush'd, or Serpent charm'd: 132:54,015[A ]| Nor had our Bliss by Penitence been bought; 132:54,016[A ]| Nor had frail ADAM fall'n, nor MILTON wrote. 132:55,000[' ]| <\""That Heaven and Earth Might\> 132:55,000[' ]| <\witness bear""\> 132:55,001[A ]| THAT Heaven and Earth might witness bear 132:55,002[A ]| That Justice stood by Marie's throne, 132:55,003[A ]| Nor could They doubt if Right from Her 132:55,004[A ]| On others Sujects should be shown 132:55,005[A ]| When They reflected with what care 132:55,006[A ]| She ask'd it for Her own. 132:56,000[' ]| <\On the Taking of Huy.\> 132:56,001[A ]| THE Town which Lou+is bought, the King reclaims 132:56,002[A ]| And brings instead of Bribes avenging Flames. 132:56,003[A ]| Now Louis take Thy Titles from above, 132:56,004[A ]| Boileau shal Sing and We'll believe Thee Jove. 132:56,005[A ]| Jove gain'd his Mistress with alluring Gold 132:56,006[A ]| But Jove like Thee was impotent and Old: 132:56,007[A ]| Active and Young he did like William stand, 132:56,008[A ]| And Stunn'd the Dame, his Thunder in his Hand. 132:57,000[' ]| <1695> 132:57,000[' ]| <\An Ode.\> 132:57,000[' ]| <\Presented to the King, on his Majesty's Arrival in Holland,\> 132:57,000[' ]| <\After the Queen's Death. 1695.\> 132:57,000[' ]| <\7Quis 7desiderio 7sit 7pudor 7aut 7modus\> 132:57,000[' ]| <\7Tam 7cari 7capitis? 7pra*ecipe 7lugubres\> 132:57,000[' ]| <\7Cantus, 7Melpomene.\> 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,001[A ]| AT MARY's Tomb, (sad, sacred Place!) 132:57,002[A ]| The Virtues shall their Vigils keep: 132:57,003[A ]| And every Muse, and every Grace 132:57,004[A ]| In solemn State shall ever weep. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,005[A ]| The future, pious, mournful Fair, 132:57,006[A ]| Oft as the rolling Years return, 132:57,007[A ]| With fragrant Wreaths, and flowing Hair, 132:57,008[A ]| Shall visit Her distinguish'd Urn. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,009[A ]| For Her the Wise and Great shall mourn; 132:57,010[A ]| When late Records her Deeds repeat: 132:57,011[A ]| Ages to come, and Men unborn 132:57,012[A ]| Shall bless her Name, and sigh her Fate. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,013[A ]| Fair ALBION shall, with faithful Trust, 132:57,014[A ]| Her holy Queen's sad Reliques guard; 132:57,015[A ]| 'Till Heav'n awakes the precious Dust, 132:57,016[A ]| And gives the Saint her full Reward. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,017[A ]| But let the King dismiss his Woes, 132:57,018[A ]| Reflecting on his fair Renown; 132:57,019[A ]| And take the Cypress from his Brows, 132:57,020[A ]| To put his wonted Lawrels on. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,021[A ]| If prest by Grief our Monarch stoops; 132:57,022[A ]| In vain the BRITISH Lions roar: 132:57,023[A ]| If He, whose Hand sustain'd them, droops; 132:57,024[A ]| The BELGIC Darts will wound no more. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,025[A ]| Embattel'd Princes wait the Chief, 132:57,026[A ]| Whose Voice should rule, whose Arm should lead; 132:57,027[A ]| And, in kind Murmurs, chide That Grief, 132:57,028[A ]| Which hinders EUROPE being freed. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,029[A ]| The great Example They demand, 132:57,030[A ]| Who still to Conquest led the Way; 132:57,031[A ]| Wishing Him present to Command, 132:57,032[A ]| As They stand ready to Obey. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,033[A ]| They seek that Joy, which us'd to glow, 132:57,034[A ]| Expanded on the Hero's Face; 132:57,035[A ]| When the thick Squadrons prest the Foe, 132:57,036[A ]| And WILLIAM led the glorious Chace. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,037[A ]| To give the mourning Nations Joy, 132:57,038[A ]| Restore Them Thy auspicious Light, 132:57,039[A ]| Great Sun: with radiant Beams destroy 132:57,040[A ]| Those Clouds, which keep Thee from our Sight. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,041[A ]| Let Thy sublime Meridian Course 132:57,042[A ]| For MARY's setting Rays attone; 132:57,043[A ]| Our Lustre, with redoubl'd Force, 132:57,044[A ]| Must now proceed from Thee alone. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,045[A ]| See, Pious King, with diff'rent Strife 132:57,046[A ]| Thy struggling ALBION'S Bosom torn: 132:57,047[A ]| So much She fears for WILLIAM's Life, 132:57,048[A ]| That MARY's Fate She dare not mourn. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,049[A ]| Her Beauty, in thy softer Half 132:57,050[A ]| Bury'd and lost, She ought to grieve: 132:57,051[A ]| But let her Strength in Thee be safe: 132:57,052[A ]| And let Her weep; but let Her live. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,053[A ]| Thou, Guardian Angel, save the Land 132:57,054[A ]| From thy own Grief, her fiercest Foe; 132:57,055[A ]| Lest BRITAIN, rescu'd by Thy Hand, 132:57,056[A ]| Should bend and sink beneath Thy Woe. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,057[A ]| Her former Triumphs all are vain, 132:57,058[A ]| Unless new Trophies still be sought; 132:57,059[A ]| And hoary Majesty sustain 132:57,060[A ]| The Battels, which Thy Youth has fought. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,061[A ]| Where now is all That fearful Love, 132:57,062[A ]| Which made her hate the War's Alarms? 132:57,063[A ]| That soft Excess, with which She strove 132:57,064[A ]| To keep her Hero in her Arms? 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,065[A ]| While still She chid the coming Spring, 132:57,066[A ]| Which call'd Him o'er his subject Seas: 132:57,067[A ]| While, for the Safety of the King, 132:57,068[A ]| She wish'd the Victor's Glory less. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,069[A ]| 'Tis chang'd; 'tis gone: sad BRITAIN now 132:57,070[A ]| Hastens her Lord to Foreign Wars: 132:57,071[A ]| Happy, if Toils may break his Woe; 132:57,072[A ]| Or Danger may diverts his Cares. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,073[A ]| In Martial Din She drowns her Sighs, 132:57,074[A ]| Lest He the rising Grief should hear: 132:57,075[A ]| She pulls her Helmet o'er her Eyes, 132:57,076[A ]| Lest He should see the falling Tear. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,077[A ]| Go, mighty Prince, let FRANCE be taught, 132:57,078[A ]| How constant Minds by Grief are try'd; 132:57,079[A ]| How great the Land, that wept and fought, 132:57,080[A ]| When WILLIAM led, and MARY dy'd. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,081[A ]| Fierce in the Battel make it known, 132:57,082[A ]| Where Death with all His Darts is seen, 132:57,083[A ]| That He can touch thy Heart with None, 132:57,084[A ]| But That which struck the beauteous Queen. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,085[A ]| BELGIA indulg'd her open Grief, 132:57,086[A ]| While yet her Master was not near; 132:57,087[A ]| With sullen Pride refus'd Relief, 132:57,088[A ]| And sat Obdurate in Despair. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,089[A ]| As Waters from her Sluces, flow'd 132:57,090[A ]| Unbounded Sorrow from her Eyes: 132:57,091[A ]| To Earth her bended Front She bow'd, 132:57,092[A ]| And sent her Wailings to the Skies. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,093[A ]| But when her anxious Lord return'd; 132:57,094[A ]| Rais'd is her Head; her Eyes are dry'd: 132:57,095[A ]| She smiles, as WILLIAM ne'er had mourn'd: 132:57,096[A ]| She looks, as MARY ne'er had dy'd. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,097[A ]| That Freedom which all Sorrows claim, 132:57,098[A ]| She does for Thy Content resign: 132:57,099[A ]| Her Piety itself would blame; 132:57,100[A ]| If Her Regrets should waken Thine. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,101[A ]| To cure Thy Woe, She shews Thy Fame; 132:57,102[A ]| Lest the great Mourner should forget, 132:57,103[A ]| That all the Race, whence ORANGE came, 132:57,104[A ]| Made Virtue triumph over Fate. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,105[A ]| WILLIAM His Country's Cause could fight, 132:57,106[A ]| And with his Blood her Freedom seal: 132:57,107[A ]| MAURICE and HENRY guard that Right, 132:57,108[A ]| For which Their pious Parent fell. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,109[A ]| How Heroes rise, how Patriots set, 132:57,110[A ]| Thy Father's Bloom and Death may tell: 132:57,111[A ]| Excelling Others These were Great: 132:57,112[A ]| Thou, greater still, must These excell. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,113[A ]| That last fair Instance Thou must give, 132:57,114[A ]| Whence NASSAU's Virtue can be try'd; 132:57,115[A ]| And shew the World, that Thou can'st live 132:57,116[A ]| Intrepid, as Thy Consort dy'd. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,117[A ]| Thy Virtue, whose resistless Force 132:57,118[A ]| No dire Event could ever stay, 132:57,119[A ]| Must carry on it's destin'd Course; 132:57,120[A ]| Tho' Death and Envy stop the Way. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,121[A ]| For BRITAIN'S Sake, for BELGIA'S, live: 132:57,122[A ]| Pierc'd by Their Grief forget Thy own: 132:57,123[A ]| New Toils endure; new C onquest give; 132:57,124[A ]| And bring Them Ease, tho' Thou hast None. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,125[A ]| Vanquish again; tho' She be gone, 132:57,126[A ]| Whose Garland crown'd the Victor's Hair: 132:57,127[A ]| And Reign; tho' She has left the Throne, 132:57,128[A ]| Who made Thy Glory worth Thy Care. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,129[A ]| Fair BRITAIN never yet before 132:57,130[A ]| Breath'd to her King a useless Pray'r: 132:57,131[A ]| Fond BELGIA never did implore, 132:57,132[A ]| While WILLIAM turn'd averse His Ear. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,133[A ]| But should the weeping Hero now 132:57,134[A ]| Relentless to Their Wishes prove; 132:57,135[A ]| Should He recall, with pleasing Woe, 132:57,136[A ]| The Object of his Grief and Love; 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,137[A ]| Her Face with thousand Beauties blest, 132:57,138[A ]| Her Mind with thousand Virtues stor'd, 132:57,139[A ]| Her Pow'r with boundless Joy confest, 132:57,140[A ]| Her Person only not ador'd: 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,141[A ]| Yet ought his Sorrow to be checkt; 132:57,142[A ]| Yet ought his Passions to abate: 132:57,143[A ]| If the great Mourner would reflect, 132:57,144[A ]| Her Glory in her Death compleat. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,145[A ]| She was instructed to command, 132:57,146[A ]| Great King, by long obeying Thee: 132:57,147[A ]| Her Scepter, guided by Thy Hand, 132:57,148[A ]| Preserv'd the Isles, and Rul'd the Sea. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,149[A ]| But oh! 'twas little, that her Life 132:57,150[A ]| O'er Earth and Water bears thy Fame: 132:57,151[A ]| In Death, 'twas worthy WILLIAM's Wife, 132:57,152[A ]| Amidst the Stars to fix his Name. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,153[A ]| Beyond where Matter moves, or Place 132:57,154[A ]| Receives it's Forms, Thy Virtues rowl: 132:57,155[A ]| From MARY's Glory, Angels trace 132:57,156[A ]| The Beauty of her Part'ner's Soul. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,157[A ]| Wise Fate, which does it's Heav'n decree 132:57,158[A ]| To Heroes, when They yield their Breath, 132:57,159[A ]| Hastens Thy Triumph. Half of Thee 132:57,160[A ]| Is Deify'd before thy Death. 132:57,000[' ]| 132:57,161[A ]| Alone to thy Renown 'tis giv'n, 132:57,162[A ]| Unbounded thro' all Worlds to go: 132:57,163[A ]| While She great Saint rejoices Heav'n; 132:57,164[A ]| And Thou sustain'st the Orb below. 133:58,000[' ]| 133:58,000[' ]| <\An English Ballad, on the Taking\> 133:58,000[' ]| <\of Namur by the King of\> 133:58,000[' ]| <\Great Britain, 1695.\> 133:58,000[' ]| <\7Dulce 7est 7desipere 7in 7loco.\> 133:58,000[' ]| 133:58,001[A ]| SOME Folks are drunk, yet do not know it: 133:58,002[A ]| So might not BACCHUS give You Law? 133:58,003[A ]| Was it a Muse, O lofty Poet, 133:58,004[A ]| Or Virgin of St% CYR, You saw? 133:58,005[A ]| Why all this Fury? What's the Matter, 133:58,006[A ]| That Oaks must come from \Thrace\ to dance? 133:58,007[A ]| Must stupid Stocks be taught to flatter? 133:58,008[A ]| And is there no such Wood in \France\? 133:58,009[A ]| Why must the Winds all hold their Tongue? 133:58,010[A ]| If they a little Breath should raise; 133:58,011[A ]| Would that have spoil'd the Poet's Song; 133:58,012[A ]| Or puff'd away the Monarch's Praise? 133:58,013[A ]| PINDAR, that Eagle, mounts the Skies; 133:58,014[A ]| While Virtue leads the noble Way: 133:58,015[A ]| Too like a Vultur BOILEAU flies, 133:58,016[A ]| Where sordid interest shows the prey. 133:58,017[A ]| When once the Poet's Honour ceases, 133:58,018[A ]| From Reason far his Transports rove: 133:58,019[A ]| And BOILEAU, for eight hundred Pieces, 133:58,020[A ]| Makes LOUIS take the Wall of JOVE. 133:58,000[' ]| 133:58,021[A ]| NEPTUNE and SOL came from above, 133:58,022[A ]| Shap'd like MEGRIGNY and VAUBAN: 133:58,023[A ]| They arm'd these Rocks; then show'd old JOVE 133:58,024[A ]| Of \Marli\ Wood, the wond'rous Plan. 133:58,025[A ]| Such Walls, these three wise Gods agreed, 133:58,026[A ]| By Human Force could ne'er be shaken: 133:58,027[A ]| But You and I in HOMER read 133:58,028[A ]| Of Gods, as well as Men, mistaken. 133:58,029[A ]| \Sambre\ and \Ma*ese\ their Waves may join; 133:58,030[A ]| But ne'er can WILLIAM's Force restrain: 133:58,031[A ]| He'll pass them Both, who pass'd the \Boyn\: 133:58,032[A ]| Remember this, and arm the \Sein\. 133:58,000[' ]| 133:58,033[A ]| Full fifteen thousand lusty Fellows 133:58,034[A ]| With Fire and Sword the Fort maintain: 133:58,035[A ]| Each was a HERCULES, You tell us; 133:58,036[A ]| Yet out they march'd like common Men. 133:58,037[A ]| Cannons above, and Mines below 133:58,038[A ]| Did Death and Tombs for Foes contrive: 133:58,039[A ]| Yet Matters have been order'd so, 133:58,040[A ]| That most of Us are still alive. 133:58,000[' ]| 133:58,041[A ]| If \Namur\ be compar'd to \Troy\; 133:58,042[A ]| Then BRITAIN's Boys excell'd the GREEKS: 133:58,043[A ]| Their Seige did ten long Years employ: 133:58,044[A ]| We've done our Bus'ness in ten Weeks. 133:58,045[A ]| What Godhead does so fast advance, 133:58,046[A ]| With dreadful Pow'r those Hills to gain? 133:58,047[A ]| 'Tis little WILL, the Scourge of \France\; 133:58,048[A ]| No Godhead, but the first of Men. 133:58,049[A ]| His mortal Arm exerts the Pow'r, 133:58,050[A ]| To keep ev'n \Mons's\ Victor under: 133:58,051[A ]| And that same JUPITER no more 133:58,052[A ]| Shall fright the World with impious Thunder. 133:58,000[' ]| 133:58,053[A ]| Our King thus trembles at \Namur\, 133:58,054[A ]| Whilst VILLEROY, who ne'er afraid is, 133:58,055[A ]| To \Bruxelles\ marches on secure, 133:58,056[A ]| To bomb the Monks, and scare the Ladies. 133:58,057[A ]| After this glorious Expedition, 133:58,058[A ]| One Battle makes the Marshal Great: 133:58,059[A ]| He must perform the King's Commission: 133:58,060[A ]| Who knows, but ORANGE may retreat? 133:58,061[A ]| Kings are allow'd to feign the Gout, 133:58,062[A ]| Or be prevail'd with not to Fight: 133:58,063[A ]| And mighty LOUIS hop'd, no doubt, 133:58,064[A ]| That WILLIAM wou'd preserve that Right. 133:58,000[' ]| 133:58,065[A ]| From \Seyn\ and \Loyre\, to \Rhone\ and \Po\, 133:58,066[A ]| See every Mother's Son appear: 133:58,067[A ]| In such a Case ne'er blame a Foe, 133:58,068[A ]| If he betrays some little Fear. 133:58,069[A ]| He comes, the mighty VILL'ROY comes; 133:58,070[A ]| Finds a small River in his Way: 133:58,071[A ]| So waves his Colours, beats his Drums; 133:58,072[A ]| And thinks it prudent there to stay. 133:58,073[A ]| The \Gallic\ Troops breath Blood and War: 133:58,074[A ]| The Marshal cares not to march faster: 133:58,075[A ]| Poor VILL'ROY moves so slowly here, 133:58,076[A ]| We fancy'd all, it was his Master. 133:58,000[' ]| 133:58,077[A ]| Will no kind Flood, no friendly Rain 133:58,078[A ]| Disguise the Marshal's plain Disgrace? 133:58,079[A ]| No Torrents swell the low \Mebayne\? 133:58,080[A ]| The World will say, he durst not pass. 133:58,081[A ]| Why will no \Hyades\ appear, 133:58,082[A ]| Dear Poet, on the Banks of \Sambre\? 133:58,083[A ]| Just as they did that mighty Year, 133:58,084[A ]| When You turn'd \June\ into \December\. 133:58,085[A ]| The \Water-Nymphs\ are too unkind 133:58,086[A ]| To VILL'ROY; are the \Land-Nymphs\ so? 133:58,087[A ]| And fly They All, at Once Combin'd 133:58,088[A ]| To shame a General, and a Beau? 133:58,000[' ]| 133:58,089[A ]| Truth, Justice, Sense, Religion, Fame 133:58,090[A ]| May join to finish WILLIAM's Story: 133:58,091[A ]| Nations set free may bless his Name; 133:58,092[A ]| And \France\ in Secret own his Glory. 133:58,093[A ]| But \Ipres, Mastrich\, and \Cambray\, 133:58,094[A ]| \Besanc^on, Ghent\, St% \Omers, Lysle\, 133:58,095[A ]| \Courtray,\ and \Dole\ ~~ Ye Criticks, say, 133:58,096[A ]| How poor to this was PINDAR's Style? 133:58,097[A ]| With Eke's and Also's tack thy Strain, 133:58,098[A ]| Great Bard; and sing the deathless Prince, 133:58,099[A ]| Who lost \Namur\ the same Campaign, 133:58,100[A ]| He bought \Dixmude\, and plunder'd \Deynse\. 133:58,000[' ]| 133:58,101[A ]| I'll hold Ten Pound, my Dream is out: 133:58,102[A ]| I'd tell it You, but for the Rattle 133:58,103[A ]| Of those confounded Drums; no doubt 133:58,104[A ]| Yon' bloody Rogues intend a Battel. 133:58,105[A ]| Dear me! a hundred thousand \French\ 133:58,106[A ]| With Terror fill the neighb'ring Field; 133:58,107[A ]| While WILLIAM carries on the Trench, 133:58,108[A ]| 'Till both the Town and Castle yield. 133:58,109[A ]| VILL'ROY to BOUFFLERS should advance, 133:58,110[A ]| Says MARS, thro' Cannons Mouths in Fire; 133:58,111[A ]| \7Id 7est,\ one Mareschal of \France\ 133:58,112[A ]| Tells t'other, He can come no nigher. 133:58,000[' ]| 133:58,113[A ]| Regain the Lines the shortest Way, 133:58,114[A ]| VILL'ROY; or to \Versailles\ take Post: 133:58,115[A ]| For, having seen it, Thou can'st say 133:58,116[A ]| The Steps, by which \Namur\ was lost. 133:58,117[A ]| The Smoke and Flame may vex thy Sight: 133:58,118[A ]| Look not once back; but as thou goest, 133:58,119[A ]| Quicken the Squadrons in their Flight; 133:58,120[A ]| And bid the D***l take the slowest. 133:58,121[A ]| Think not what Reason to produce, 133:58,122[A ]| From LOUIS to conceal thy Fear: 133:58,123[A ]| He'll own the Strength of thy Excuse; 133:58,124[A ]| Tell him that WILLIAM was but there. 133:58,000[' ]| 133:58,125[A ]| Now let us look for LOUIS' Feather, 133:58,126[A ]| That us'd to shine so like a Star: 133:58,127[A ]| The Gen'rals could not get together, 133:58,128[A ]| Wanting that Influence, great in War. 133:58,129[A ]| O Poet! Thou had'st been discreeter, 133:58,130[A ]| Hanging the Monarch's Hat so high; 133:58,131[A ]| If Thou had'st dubb'd thy Star, a Meteor, 133:58,132[A ]| That did but blaze, and rove, and die. 133:58,000[' ]| 133:58,133[A ]| To animate the doubtful Fight, 133:58,134[A ]| \Namur\ in vain expects that Ray: 133:58,135[A ]| In vain \France\ hopes, the sickly Light 133:58,136[A ]| Shou'd shine near WILLIAM's fuller Day. 133:58,137[A ]| It knows \Versailles\, it's proper Station; 133:58,138[A ]| Nor cares for any foreign Sphere: 133:58,139[A ]| Where You see BOILEAU's Constellation, 133:58,140[A ]| Be sure no Danger can be near. 133:58,000[' ]| 133:58,141[A ]| The \French\ had gather'd all their Force; 133:58,142[A ]| And WILLIAM met them in their Way: 133:58,143[A ]| Yet off they brush'd, both Foot and Horse. 133:58,144[A ]| What has Friend BOILEAU left to say? 133:58,145[A ]| When his high Muse is bent upon't, 133:58,146[A ]| To sing her King, that Great Commander, 133:58,147[A ]| Or on the Shores of \Hellespont\, 133:58,148[A ]| Or in the Valleys near \Scamander\; 133:58,149[A ]| Wou'd it not spoil his noble Task, 133:58,150[A ]| If any foolish \Phrygian\ there is, 133:58,151[A ]| Impertinent enough to ask, 133:58,152[A ]| How far \Namur\ may be from \Paris\? 133:58,000[' ]| 133:58,153[A ]| Two Stanza's more before we end, 133:58,154[A ]| Of Death, Pikes, Rocks, Arms, Bricks, and Fire: 133:58,155[A ]| Leave 'em behind You, honest Friend: 133:58,156[A ]| And with your Country-Men retire. 133:58,157[A ]| Your Ode is spoilt; \Namur\ is freed; 133:58,158[A ]| For \Dixmuyd\ something yet is due: 133:58,159[A ]| So good Count GUISCARD may proceed; 133:58,160[A ]| But BOUFFLERS, Sir, one Word, with you. ~~ 133:58,000[' ]| 133:58,161[A ]| 'Tis done. In Sight of these Commanders, 133:58,162[A ]| Who neither Fight, nor raise the Siege, 133:58,163[A ]| The Foes of \France\ march safe thro' \Flanders\; 133:58,164[A ]| Divide to \Bruxelles\, or to \Liege\. 133:58,165[A ]| Send, FAME, this News to \Trianon\; 133:58,166[A ]| That BOUFFLERS may new Honours gain: 133:58,167[A ]| He the same Play by Land has shown, 133:58,168[A ]| As TOURVILLE did upon the Main. 133:58,169[A ]| Yet is the Marshal made a Peer: 133:58,170[A ]| O WILLIAM, may thy Arms advance; 133:58,171[A ]| That He may lose \Dinant\ next Year, 133:58,172[A ]| And so be Constable of \France\. 133:59,000[' ]| <\To My Lord Buckhurst, Very Young,\> 133:59,000[' ]| <\Playing with a Cat.\> 133:59,001[A ]| THE am'rous Youth, whose tender Breast 133:59,002[A ]| Was by his darling Cat possest, 133:59,003[A ]| Obtain'd of VENUS his Desire, 133:59,004[A ]| Howe'er irregular his Fire: 133:59,005[A ]| Nature the Pow'r of Love obey'd: 133:59,006[A ]| The Cat became a blushing Maid; 133:59,007[A ]| And, on the happy Change, the Boy 133:59,008[A ]| Imploy'd his Wonder, and his Joy. 133:59,009[A ]| Take care, O beauteous Child, take care, 133:59,010[A ]| Lest Thou prefer so rash a Pray'r: 133:59,011[A ]| Now vainly hope, the Queen of Love 133:59,012[A ]| Will e'er thy Fav'rite's Charms improve. 133:59,013[A ]| O quickly from her Shrine retreat; 133:59,014[A ]| Or tremble for thy Darling's Fate. 133:59,015[A ]| The Queen of Love, who soon will see 133:59,016[A ]| Her own ADONIs live in Thee, 133:59,017[A ]| Will lightly her first Loss deplore; 133:59,018[A ]| Will easily forgive the Boar: 133:59,019[A ]| Her Eyes with Tears no more will flow; 133:59,020[A ]| With jealous Rage her Breast will glow: 133:59,021[A ]| And on her tabby Rival's Face 133:59,022[A ]| She deep will mark her new Disgrace. 133:60,000[' ]| <\A Prologue made for Lord Buckhurst to\> 133:60,000[' ]| <\Speak at Westminster at Christmas 1695.\> 133:60,001[B ]| PISH, Lord, I wish this Prologue was but Greek, 133:60,002[B ]| The Young CLEONIDES wou'd boldly speak: 133:60,003[B ]| But can Lord BUCKHURST in poor ENGLISH say, 133:60,004[B ]| Gentle Spectators pray Excuse the Play? 133:60,005[B ]| No, witness all ye Gods of Ancient GREECE, 133:60,006[B ]| Rather than Condescend to Terms like These 133:60,007[B ]| I'd go to Schole six Hours on Christmas Day 133:60,008[B ]| Or construe PERSIUS while my Comrades play. 133:60,009[B ]| Such Work by Hireling Actors shou'd be done 133:60,010[B ]| Who tremble when they see a Critic frown. 133:60,011[B ]| Poor Rogues that smart like Fencers for their Bread, 133:60,012[B ]| And if they are not wounded are not fed. 133:60,013[B ]| But, Sirs, Our Labour has more noble Ends 133:60,014[B ]| We Act our Tragedy to see our Friends. 133:60,015[B ]| Our generous Scenes are for pure Love repeated 133:60,016[B ]| And if You are not pleas'd, at least Y'are Treated. 133:60,017[B ]| The Candles and the Cloaths our Selves we bought, 133:60,018[B ]| Our Tops neglected and our Balls forgot. 133:60,019[B ]| To learn our Parts, we left our Midnight bed, 133:60,020[B ]| Most of You snor'd whilst CLEOMENES read; 133:60,021[B ]| Not that from this Confession we wou'd Sue 133:60,022[B ]| Praise undeserv'd; We know our Selves and You. 133:60,023[B ]| Resolv'd to Stand or Perish by our Cause 133:60,024[B ]| We neither Censure Fear or beg Applause, 133:60,025[B ]| For those are WESTMINSTER and SPARTA's Laws. 133:60,026[B ]| Yet if we see some Judgment well enclin'd, 133:60,027[B ]| To Young Desert and growing Virtue kind, 133:60,028[B ]| That Critick by ten thousand Marks shou'd know 133:60,029[B ]| The greatest Souls to Goodness only Bow; 133:60,030[B ]| And that Your little HERO does inherit 133:60,031[B ]| Not CLEOMENES more than DORSETS Spirit. 133:61,000[' ]| <1696> 133:61,000[' ]| <\Presented to the King, at his Arrival\> 133:61,000[' ]| <\in Holland, after the Discovery\> 133:61,000[' ]| <\of the Conspiracy 1696.\> 133:61,000[' ]| <\7Serus 7in 7co*elum 7redeas; 7diuque\> 133:61,000[' ]| <\7La*etus 7intersis 7populo\ 7QUIRINI:> 133:61,000[' ]| <\7Neve 7Te 7nostris 7vitiis 7iniquum\> 133:61,000[' ]| <\7Ocyor 7aura\> 133:61,000[' ]| <\7Tollat\ ~~ Hor. 7ad 7Augustum.> 133:61,001[A ]| YE careful Angels, whom eternal Fate 133:61,002[A ]| Ordains, on Earth and human Acts to wait; 133:61,003[A ]| Who turn with secret Pow'r this restless Ball, 133:61,004[A ]| And bid predestin'd Empires rise and fall: 133:61,005[A ]| Your sacred Aid religious Monarchs own; 133:61,006[A ]| When first They merit, then ascend the Throne: 133:61,007[A ]| But Tyrants dread Ye, lest your just Decree 133:61,008[A ]| Transfer the Pow'r, and set the People free: 133:61,009[A ]| See rescu'd BRITAIN at your Altars bow: 133:61,010[A ]| And hear her Hymns your happy Care avow: 133:61,011[A ]| That still her Axes and her Rods support 133:61,012[A ]| The Judge's Frown, and grace the awful Court: 133:61,013[A ]| That Law with all her pompous Terror stands, 133:61,014[A ]| To wrest the Dagger from the Traitor's Hands; 133:61,015[A ]| And rigid Justice reads the fatal Word; 133:61,016[A ]| Poises the Ballance first, then draws the Sword. 133:61,017[A ]| BRITAIN Her Safety to your Guidance owns, 133:61,018[A ]| That She can sep'rate Patricides from Sons; 133:61,019[A ]| That, impious Rage disarm'd, She lives and Reigns, 133:61,020[A ]| Her Freedom kept by Him, who broke her Chains. 133:61,021[A ]| And Thou, great Minister, above the rest 133:61,022[A ]| Of Guardian Spirits, be Thou for*ever blest: 133:61,023[A ]| Thou, who of old wert sent to ISRAEL's Court, 133:61,024[A ]| With secret Aid great DAVID's strong Support; 133:61,025[A ]| To mock the frantick Rage of cruel SAUL; 133:61,026[A ]| And strike the useless Jav'lin to the Wall. 133:61,027[A ]| Thy later Care o'er WILLIAM's Temples held, 133:61,028[A ]| On BOYN's propitious Banks, the heav'nly Shield; 133:61,029[A ]| When Pow'r Divine did Sov'reign Right declare; 133:61,030[A ]| And Cannons mark'd, Whom They were bid to spare. 133:61,031[A ]| Still, blessed Angel, be Thy Care the same; 133:61,032[A ]| Be WILLIAM's Life untouch'd, as is his Fame: 133:61,033[A ]| Let Him own Thine, as BRITAIN owns His Hand: 133:61,034[A ]| Save Thou the King, as He has sav'd the Land. 133:61,035[A ]| We Angels Forms in pious Monarchs view: 133:61,036[A ]| We reverence WILLIAM; for He acts like You; 133:61,037[A ]| Like You, Commission'd to chastize and bless, 133:61,038[A ]| He must avenge the World, and give it Peace. 133:61,039[A ]| Indulgent Fate our potent Pray'r receives; 133:61,040[A ]| And still BRITANNIA smiles, and WILLIAM lives: 133:61,041[A ]| The Hero dear to Earth, by Heav'n belov'd, 133:61,042[A ]| By Troubles must be vex'd, by Dangers prov'd: 133:61,043[A ]| His Foes must aid to make his Fame compleat, 133:61,044[A ]| And fix his Throne secure on their Defeat. 133:61,045[A ]| So, tho' with sudden Rage the Tempest comes; 133:61,046[A ]| Tho' the Winds roar; and tho' the Water foams; 133:61,047[A ]| Imperial BRITAIN on the Sea looks down, 133:61,048[A ]| And smiling sees her Rebel Subject frown: 133:61,049[A ]| Striking her Cliff the Storm confirms her Pow'r: 133:61,050[A ]| The Waves but whiten her Triumphant Shore: 133:61,051[A ]| In vain They wou'd advance, in vain retreat: 133:61,052[A ]| Broken They dash, and perish at her Feet. 133:61,053[A ]| For WILLIAM still new Wonders shall be shown: 133:61,054[A ]| The Pow'rs that rescu'd, shall preserve the Throne. 133:61,055[A ]| Safe on his Darling BRITAIN's joyful Sea, 133:61,056[A ]| Behold, the Monarch plows his liquid Way: 133:61,057[A ]| His Fleets in Thunder thro' the World declare, 133:61,058[A ]| Whose Empire they obey, whose Arms they bear. 133:61,059[A ]| Bless'd by aspiring Winds He finds the Strand 133:61,060[A ]| Blacken'd with Crowds; He sees the nations strand 133:61,061[A ]| Blessing his Safety, proud of his Command. 133:61,062[A ]| In various Tongues He hears the Captains dwell 133:61,063[A ]| On their great Leader's Praise; by Turns They tell, 133:61,064[A ]| And listen, each with emulous Glory fir'd, 133:61,065[A ]| How WILLIAM conquer'd, and how FRANCE retir'd; 133:61,066[A ]| How BELGIA freed the Hero's Arm confess'd, 133:61,067[A ]| But trembl'd for the Courage which She blest. 133:61,068[A ]| O LOUIS, from this great Example know, 133:61,069[A ]| To be at once a Hero, and a Foe: 133:61,070[A ]| By sounding Trumpets, Hear, and ratl'ing Drums, 133:61,071[A ]| When WILLIAM to the open Vengeance comes; 133:61,072[A ]| And See the Soldier plead the Monarch's Right, 133:61,073[A ]| Heading His Troops, and Foremost in the Fight. 133:61,074[A ]| Hence then, close Ambush and perfidious War, 133:61,075[A ]| Down to your Native Seats of Night repair. 133:61,076[A ]| And Thou, BELLONA, weep thy cruel Pride 133:61,077[A ]| Restrain'd, behind the Victor's Chariot ty'd 133:61,078[A ]| In brazen Knots, and everlasting Chains. 133:61,079[A ]| (So EUROPE's Peace, so WILLIAM's Fate ordains.) 133:61,080[A ]| While on the Iv'ry Chair, in happy State 133:61,081[A ]| He sits, Secure in Innocence, and Great 133:61,082[A ]| In regal Clemency; and views beneath 133:61,083[A ]| Averted Darts of Rage, and pointless Arms of Death. 133:62,000[' ]| <\In a Window in Lord V***s\> 133:62,000[' ]| <\house\ 1696.> 133:62,001[A ]| IN Vain by Druggs and rules of Art 133:62,002[A ]| Poor Ratcliff wou'd my Lungs ensure 133:62,003[A ]| They lye too near a wounded heart 133:62,004[A ]| Whose sickness Death alone can cure. 133:63,000[' ]| <\Written in the Year 1696.\> 133:63,001[A ]| WHILE with Labour Assiduous due pleasure I mix 133:63,002[A ]| And in one day attone for the Busyness of Six 133:63,003[A ]| In a little Dutch Chaise on a Saturday Night 133:63,004[A ]| On my left hand my Horace and **** on my right 133:63,005[A ]| No Memoire to compose and no Post-boy to move 133:63,006[A ]| That on Sunday may hinder the softness of Love: 133:63,007[A ]| For her, neither Visits nor Parties of Tea 133:63,008[A ]| Nor the long winded Cant of a dull 9Refuge=e 133:63,009[A ]| This Night and the next shal be Hers shal be Mine 133:63,010[A ]| To good or ill Fortune the Third we resign: 133:63,011[A ]| Thus Scorning the World and superior to Fate 133:63,012[A ]| I drive on my Car in processional State. 133:63,013[A ]| So with \Phia\ thro^ \Athens Pissistratus\ rode 133:63,014[A ]| Men thought her \Minerva\ and Him a new God 133:63,015[A ]| But why shou'd I stories of Athens rehearse 133:63,016[A ]| When People knew Love and were partial to Verse 133:63,017[A ]| Since none can with Justice my pleasures oppose 133:63,018[A ]| In \Holland\ half drownded in Interest and Prose: 133:63,019[A ]| By \Greece\ and past Ages what need I be try'd 133:63,020[A ]| When the \Hague\ and the Present are both on my side 133:63,021[A ]| And is it enough for the Joys of the day 133:63,022[A ]| To think what \Anacreon\ or \Sapho\ wou'd say 133:63,023[A ]| When good \Vandergoos\ and his provident Vrough 133:63,024[A ]| As they gaze on my Triumph do freely allow 133:63,025[A ]| That search all the province you'l find no Man there is 133:63,026[A ]| So blest as the \Englishen Heer*SECRETARIS\. 133:64,000[' ]| <1697> 133:64,000[' ]| <\""Who would, says Dryden, Drink\> 133:64,000[' ]| <\this draught of Life""\> 133:64,001[B ]| WHO would, says Dryden, Drink this draught of Life 133:64,002[B ]| Blended with bitter Woes and tedious Strife 133:64,003[B ]| But that an Angel in Some Lucky hour 133:64,004[B ]| Does healing Drops into the Goblet pour? 133:64,005[B ]| When wearied I would Spill the baleful cup 133:64,006[B ]| Some Sparkling Bubble of delight springs up: 133:64,007[B ]| My Sov'rein or my friend was heard to tell 133:64,008[B ]| I served Him faithfully, or loved Him well. 133:64,009[B ]| Then easy hope decieves my flatterd tast 133:64,010[B ]| One Joy attones ten thousand evils past; 133:64,011[B ]| New Scenes of thought I from this model frame, 133:64,012[B ]| Consent to Live, that I my part may claim 133:64,013[B ]| In Townshend's Friendship or in Williams fame. 133:65,000[' ]| <\A New Answer to An Argument\> 133:65,000[' ]| <\against a Standing Army.\> 133:65,001[A ]| WOULD they, who have Nine Years look'd sow'r 133:65,002[A ]| Against a \French\, and \Popish\ Pow'r, 133:65,003[A ]| Make Friends with both in half an Hour: 133:65,004[A ]| \This is the Time.\ 133:65,005[A ]| Would they discreetly break the Sword, 133:65,006[A ]| By which their Freedom was restor'd, 133:65,007[A ]| And put their Trust in \Lewis's\ Word: 133:65,008[A ]| \This is the Time.\ 133:65,009[A ]| Would they leave \England\ Unprotected, 133:65,010[A ]| To shew how well they are Affected, 133:65,011[A ]| And get themselves next Bout Elected! 133:65,012[A ]| \This is the Time.\ 133:65,013[A ]| Against the Souldiers Lusts and Gullets, 133:65,014[A ]| Would they preserve their Wives and Pullets, 133:65,015[A ]| And break our Guns to save our Bullets: 133:65,016[A ]| \This is the Time.\ 133:65,017[A ]| Would they oblige a Winter Sea, 133:65,018[A ]| Their prudent Orders to obey, 133:65,019[A ]| Or keep a standing Wind in Pay, 133:65,020[A ]| \This is the Time.\ 133:65,021[A ]| Would they but say what th'are pursuing, 133:65,022[A ]| Who th'are advancing, who undoing, 133:65,023[A ]| Which pack of Knaves shall prove our Ruin: 133:65,024[A ]| \This is the Time.\ 133:65,025[A ]| A Gods Name let 'em shew their Games, 133:65,026[A ]| Fix us to one of their Extreams, 133:65,027[A ]| A Common-wealth, or else King \James\: 133:65,028[A ]| \This is the Time.\ 133:66,000[' ]| <\Upon this passage in Scaligerana.\> 133:66,000[' ]| <\9Les 9Allemans 9ne 9se 9soucient 9pas 9quel 9Vin 9ils\> 133:66,000[' ]| <\9boivent 9pourveu 9que 9ce 9soit 9Vin, 9ni 9quel 9Latin\> 133:66,000[' ]| <\9ils 9parlent 9pourveu 9que 9ce 9soit 9Latin.\> 133:66,001[A ]| WHEN You with 4Hogh Dutch 4Heeren dine, 133:66,002[A ]| Expect false Latin and Stum'd wine: 133:66,003[A ]| They never tast who always drink: 133:66,004[A ]| They always talk, who never think. 133:67,000[' ]| <1699> 133:67,000[' ]| <\Carmen Seculare, For the Year 1700.\> 133:67,000[' ]| <\To the King.\> 133:67,000[' ]| <\7Aspice, 7venturo 7la*etentur 7ut 7Omnia 7Sa*ec'lo:\> 133:67,000[' ]| <\7O 7mihi 7tam 7longa*e 7maneat 7pars 7ultima 7vita*e\> 133:67,000[' ]| <\7Spiritus, 7& 7quantum 7sat 7erit 7tua 7dicere 7facta!\> 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,001[A ]| THY elder Look, Great JANUS, cast 133:67,002[A ]| Into the long Records of Ages past: 133:67,003[A ]| Review the Years in fairest Action drest 133:67,004[A ]| With noted White, Superior to the rest; 133:67,005[A ]| A*ERAS deriv'd, and Chronicles begun 133:67,006[A ]| From Empires founded, and from Battels won: 133:67,007[A ]| Show all the Spoils by valiant Kings achiev'd, 133:67,008[A ]| And groaning Nations by Their Arms reliev'd; 133:67,009[A ]| The Wounds of Patriots in Their Country's Cause, 133:67,010[A ]| And happy Pow'r sustain'd by wholesom Laws: 133:67,011[A ]| In comely Rank call ev'ry Merit forth: 133:67,012[A ]| Imprint on ev'ry Act it's Standard Worth: 133:67,013[A ]| The glorious Parallels then downward bring, 133:67,014[A ]| To Modern Wonders, and to BRITAIN's King: 133:67,015[A ]| With equal Justice and Historic Care 133:67,016[A ]| Their Laws, Their Toils, Their Arms with His compare: 133:67,017[A ]| Confess the various Attributes of Fame 133:67,018[A ]| Collected and compleat in WILLIAM's Name: 133:67,019[A ]| To all the list'ning World relate, 133:67,020[A ]| (As Thou dost His story read) 133:67,021[A ]| That nothing went before so Great, 133:67,022[A ]| And nothing Greater can succeed. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,023[A ]| Thy Native LATIUM was Thy darling Care, 133:67,024[A ]| Prudent in Peace, and terrible in War: 133:67,025[A ]| The boldest Virtues that have govern'd Earth 133:67,026[A ]| From LATIUM's fruitful Womb derive their Birth. 133:67,027[A ]| Then turn to Her fair-written Page: 133:67,028[A ]| From dawning Childhood to establish'd Age, 133:67,029[A ]| The Glories of Her Empire trace: 133:67,030[A ]| Confront the Heroes of Thy ROMAN Race: 133:67,031[A ]| And let the justest Palm the Victor's Temples grace. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,032[A ]| The son of MARS reduc'd the trembling Swains, 133:67,033[A ]| And spread His Empire o'er the distant Plains: 133:67,034[A ]| But yet the SABINS violated Charms 133:67,035[A ]| Obscur'd the Glory of His rising Arms. 133:67,036[A ]| NUMA the Rights of strict Religion knew; 133:67,037[A ]| On ev'ry Altar laid the Incense due; 133:67,038[A ]| Unskill'd to dart the pointed Spear, 133:67,039[A ]| Or lead the forward Youth to noble War. 133:67,040[A ]| Stern BRUTUS was with too much Horror good, 133:67,041[A ]| Holding his \Fasces\ stain'd with Filial Blood. 133:67,042[A ]| FABIUS was Wise, but with Excess of Care: 133:67,043[A ]| He sav'd his Country; but prolong'd the War: 133:67,044[A ]| While DECIUS, PAULUS, CURIUS greatly Fought; 133:67,045[A ]| And by Their strict Examples taught, 133:67,046[A ]| How wild Desires should be controll'd; 133:67,047[A ]| and how much brighter Virtue was, than Gold; 133:67,048[A ]| They scarce Their swelling Thirst of Fame could hide; 133:67,049[A ]| And boasted Poverty with too much Pride. 133:67,050[A ]| Excess in Youth made SCIPIO less Rever'd: 133:67,051[A ]| And CATO dying seem'd to own, He Fear'd. 133:67,052[A ]| JULIUS with Honour tam'd ROME's foreign Foes: 133:67,053[A ]| But Patriots fell, e'er the Dictator rose. 133:67,054[A ]| And while with Clemency AUGUSTUS reign'd; 133:67,055[A ]| The Monarch was ador'd; the City chain'd. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,056[A ]| With justest Honour be Their Merits drest: 133:67,057[A ]| But be Their Failings too confest: 133:67,058[A ]| Their Virtue, like their TYBER's Flood 133:67,059[A ]| Rolling, it's Course design'd the Country's Good: 133:67,060[A ]| But oft the Torrent's too impetuous Speed 133:67,061[A ]| From the low Earth tore some polluting Weed: 133:67,062[A ]| And with the Blood of JOVE there always ran 133:67,063[A ]| Some viler Part, some Tincture of the Man. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,064[A ]| Few Virtues after These so far prevail, 133:67,065[A ]| But that Their Vices more than turn the Scale: 133:67,066[A ]| Valour grown wild by Pride, and Pow'r by Rage, 133:67,067[A ]| Did the true Charms of Majesty impair; 133:67,068[A ]| ROME by Degrees advancing more in Age, 133:67,069[A ]| Show'd sad Remains of what had once been fair: 133:67,070[A ]| Till Heav'n a better Race of Men supplies; 133:67,071[A ]| And Glory shoots new Beams from Western Skies. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,072[A ]| Turn then to PHARAMOND, and CHARLEMAIN, 133:67,073[A ]| And the long Heroes of the GALLIC Strain; 133:67,074[A ]| Experienc'd Chiefs, for hardy Prowess known, 133:67,075[A ]| And bloody Wreaths in vent'rous Battles won. 133:67,076[A ]| From the First WILLIAM, our great NORMAN King, 133:67,077[A ]| The bold PLANTAGENETS, and TUDORS bring; 133:67,078[A ]| Illustrious Virtues, who by turns have rose, 133:67,079[A ]| In foreign Fields to check BRITANNIA's Foes; 133:67,080[A ]| With happy Laws Her Empire to sustain; 133:67,081[A ]| And with full Power assert Her ambient Main: 133:67,082[A ]| But sometimes too Industrious to be Great, 133:67,083[A ]| Nor Patient to expect the Turns of Fate, 133:67,084[A ]| They open'd Camps deform'd by Civil Fight: 133:67,085[A ]| And made proud Conquest trample over Right: 133:67,086[A ]| Disparted BRITAIN mourn'd Their doubtful Sway; 133:67,087[A ]| And dreaded Both, when Neither would obey. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,088[A ]| From DIDIER, and Imperial ADOLPH trace 133:67,089[A ]| The Glorious Offspring of the NASSAW Race, 133:67,090[A ]| Devoted Lives to Publick Liberty; 133:67,091[A ]| The Chief still dying, or the Country free. 133:67,092[A ]| Then see the Kindred Blood of ORANGE flow, 133:67,093[A ]| From warlike CORNET, thro' the Loins of BEAU; 133:67,094[A ]| Thro' CHALON next; and there with NASSAW join, 133:67,095[A ]| From RHONE's fair Banks transplanted to the RHINE. 133:67,096[A ]| Bring next the Royal List of STUARTS forth, 133:67,097[A ]| Undaunted Minds, that rul'd the rugged North; 133:67,098[A ]| 'Till Heav'n's Decrees by rip'ning Times are shown; 133:67,099[A ]| 'Till SCOTLAND's Kings ascend the ENGLISH Throne; 133:67,100[A ]| And the fair Rivals live for*ever One. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,101[A ]| JANUS, mighty Deity, 133:67,102[A ]| Be kind; and as Thy searching Eye 133:67,103[A ]| Does our Modern Story trace, 133:67,104[A ]| Finding some of STUART's Race 133:67,105[A ]| Unhappy, pass Their Annals by: 133:67,106[A ]| No harsh Reflection let Remembrance raise: 133:67,107[A ]| Forbear to mention, what Thou canst not praise: 133:67,108[A ]| But as Thou dwell'st upon that Heav'nly Name, 133:67,109[A ]| To Grief for*ever Sacred, as to Fame, 133:67,110[A ]| Oh! read it to Thy*self; in Silence weep; 133:67,111[A ]| And Thy convulsive Sorrows inward keep; 133:67,112[A ]| Lest BRITAIN's Grief should waken at the Sound; 133:67,113[A ]| And Blood gush fresh from Her eternal Wound. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,114[A ]| Whither would'st Thou further look? 133:67,115[A ]| Read WILLIAM's Acts, and close the ample Book: 133:67,116[A ]| Peruse the Wonders of His dawning Life; 133:67,117[A ]| How, like ALCIDES, He began; 133:67,118[A ]| With Infant Patience calm'd Seditious Strife, 133:67,119[A ]| And quell'd the Snakes which round his Cradle ran. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,120[A ]| Describe His Youth, attentive to Alarms, 133:67,121[A ]| By Dangers form'd, and perfected in Arms: 133:67,122[A ]| When Conqu'ring, mild; when Conquer'd, not disgrac'd; 133:67,123[A ]| By Wrongs not lessen'd, nor by Triumphs rais'd: 133:67,124[A ]| Superior to the blind Events 133:67,125[A ]| Of little Human Accidents; 133:67,126[A ]| And constant to His first Decree, 133:67,127[A ]| To curb the Proud, to set the Injur'd free; 133:67,128[A ]| To bow the haughty Neck, and raise the suppliant Knee. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,129[A ]| His opening Years to riper Manhood bring; 133:67,130[A ]| And see the Hero perfect in the King: 133:67,131[A ]| Imperious Arms by Manly Reason sway'd, 133:67,132[A ]| And Power Supreme by free Consent obey'd: 133:67,133[A ]| With how much Haste His Mercy meets his Foes: 133:67,134[A ]| And how unbounded His Forgiveness flows: 133:67,135[A ]| With what Desire He makes His Subjects bless'd, 133:67,136[A ]| His Favours granted ere His Throne address'd: 133:67,137[A ]| What Trophies o'er our captiv'd Hearts He rears, 133:67,138[A ]| By Arts of Peace more potent, than by Wars: 133:67,139[A ]| How o'er Himself, as o'er the World, He Reigns, 133:67,140[A ]| His Morals strength'ning, what His Law ordains. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,141[A ]| Thro' all His Thread of Life already spun, 133:67,142[A ]| Becoming Grace and proper Action run: 133:67,143[A ]| The Piece by VIRTUE's equal Hand is wrought, 133:67,144[A ]| Mix'd with no Crime, and shaded with no Fault: 133:67,145[A ]| No Footsteps of the Victor's Rage 133:67,146[A ]| Left in the Camp, where WILLIAM did engage: 133:67,147[A ]| No Tincture of the Monarch's Pride 133:67,148[A ]| Upon the Royal Purple spy'd: 133:67,149[A ]| His Fame, like Gold, the more 'tis try'd, 133:67,150[A ]| The more shall it's intrinsic Worth proclaim; 133:67,151[A ]| Shall pass the Combat of the searching Flame, 133:67,152[A ]| And triumph o'er the vanquish'd Heat, 133:67,153[A ]| For*ever coming out the same, 133:67,154[A ]| And losing nor it's LUSTRE, nor it's Weight. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,155[A ]| JANUS be to WILLIAM just; 133:67,156[A ]| To faithful HISTORY His Actions trust: 133:67,157[A ]| Command Her, with peculiar Care 133:67,158[A ]| To trace each Toil, and comment ev'ry War: 133:67,159[A ]| His saving Wonders bid Her write 133:67,160[A ]| In Characters distinctly bright; 133:67,161[A ]| That each revolving Age may read 133:67,162[A ]| The Patriot's Piety, the Hero's Deed: 133:67,163[A ]| And still the Sire inculcate to his Son 133:67,164[A ]| Transmissive Lessons of the King's Renown: 133:67,165[A ]| That WILLIAM's Glory still may live; 133:67,166[A ]| When all that present Age can give, 133:67,167[A ]| The Pillar'd Marble, and the Tablet Brass, 133:67,168[A ]| Mould'ring, drop the Victor's Praise: 133:67,169[A ]| When the great Monuments of His Pow'r 133:67,170[A ]| Shall now be visible no more: 133:67,171[A ]| When SAMBRE shall have chang'd her winding Flood; 133:67,172[A ]| And Children ask, where NAMUR stood. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,173[A ]| NAMUR, proud City, how her Towr's were arm'd! 133:67,174[A ]| How she contemn'd th'approaching Foe! 133:67,175[A ]| 'Till She by WILLIAM's Trumpets was allarm'd, 133:67,176[A ]| And shook, and sunk, and fell beneath His Blow. 133:67,177[A ]| JOVE and PALLAS, mighty Pow'rs, 133:67,178[A ]| Guided the Hero to the hostile Tow'rs. 133:67,179[A ]| PERSEUS seem'd less swift in War, 133:67,180[A ]| When, wing'd with Speed, he flew thro' Air. 133:67,181[A ]| Embattl'd Nations strive in vain 133:67,182[A ]| The Hero's Glory to restrain: 133:67,183[A ]| Streams arm'd with Rocks, and Mountains red with Fire 133:67,184[A ]| In vain against His Force conspire. 133:67,185[A ]| Behold Him from the dreadful Height appear! 133:67,186[A ]| And lo! BRITANNIA's Lions waving there. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,187[A ]| EUROPE freed, and FRANCE repell'd 133:67,188[A ]| The Hero from the Height beheld: 133:67,189[A ]| He spake the Word, that War and Rage should cease: 133:67,190[A ]| He bid the MAESE and RHINE in Safety flow; 133:67,191[A ]| And dictated a lasting Peace 133:67,192[A ]| To the rejoicing World below: 133:67,193[A ]| To rescu'd States, and vindicated Crowns 133:67,194[A ]| His Equal Hand prescrib'd their ancient Bounds; 133:67,195[A ]| Ordain'd whom ev'ry Province should obey; 133:67,196[A ]| How far each Monarch should extend His Sway: 133:67,197[A ]| Taught 'em how Clemency made Pow'r rever'd; 133:67,198[A ]| And that the Prince Belov'd was truly Fear'd. 133:67,199[A ]| Firm by His Side unspotted HONOUR stood, 133:67,200[A ]| Pleas'd to confess Him not so Great as Good: 133:67,201[A ]| His Head with brighter Beams fair VIRTUE deck't, 133:67,202[A ]| Than Those which all His num'rous Crowns reflect: 133:67,203[A ]| Establish'd FREEDOM clap'd her joyful Wings; 133:67,204[A ]| Proclaim'd the First of Men, and Best of Kings. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,205[A ]| Whither would the Muse aspire 133:67,206[A ]| With PINDAR's Rage without his Fire? 133:67,207[A ]| Pardon me, JANUS, 'twas a Fault, 133:67,208[A ]| Created by too great a Thought: 133:67,209[A ]| Mindless of the God and Day, 133:67,210[A ]| I from thy Altars, JANUS, stray, 133:67,211[A ]| From Thee, and from My*self born far away. 133:67,212[A ]| The fiery PEGASUS disdains 133:67,213[A ]| To mind the Rider's Voice, or hear the Reins: 133:67,214[A ]| When glorious Fields and opening Camps He views; 133:67,215[A ]| He runs with an unbounded Loose: 133:67,216[A ]| Hardly the Muse can sit the headstrong Horse: 133:67,217[A ]| Nor would She, if She could, check his impetuous Force: 133:67,218[A ]| With the glad Noise the Cliffs and Vallies ring; 133:67,219[A ]| While She thro' Earth and Air pursues the King. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,220[A ]| She now beholds Him on the BELGIC Shoar; 133:67,221[A ]| Whilst BRITAIN's Tears His ready Help implore, 133:67,222[A ]| Dissembling for Her sake his rising Cares, 133:67,223[A ]| And with wise Silence pond'ring vengeful Wars. 133:67,224[A ]| She thro' the raging Ocean now 133:67,225[A ]| Views Him advancing His auspicious Prow; 133:67,226[A ]| Combating adverse Winds and Winter Seas, 133:67,227[A ]| Sighing the Moments that defer Our Ease; 133:67,228[A ]| Daring to wield the Scepter's dang'rous Weight, 133:67,229[A ]| And taking the Command, to save the State: 133:67,230[A ]| Tho' e'er the doubtful Gift can be secur'd, 133:67,231[A ]| New Wars must be sustain'd, new Wounds endur'd. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,232[A ]| Thro' rough IERNE's Camp She sounds Alarms, 133:67,233[A ]| And Kingdoms yet to be redeem'd by Arms; 133:67,234[A ]| In the dank Marshes finds her glorious Theme; 133:67,235[A ]| And plunges after Him thro' BOYN's fierce Stream. 133:67,236[A ]| She bids the NEREIDS run with trembling Haste, 133:67,237[A ]| To tell old OCEAN how the Hero past. 133:67,238[A ]| The God rebukes their Fear, and owns the Praise 133:67,239[A ]| Worthy that Arm, Whose Empire He obeys. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,240[A ]| Back to His ALBION She delights to bring 133:67,241[A ]| The humblest Victor, and the kindest King. 133:67,242[A ]| ALBION, with open Triumph would receive 133:67,243[A ]| Her Hero, nor obtains His Leave: 133:67,244[A ]| Firm He rejects the Altars She would raise; 133:67,245[A ]| And thanks the Zeal, while He declines the Praise. 133:67,246[A ]| Again She follows Him thro' BELGIA's Land, 133:67,247[A ]| And Countries often sav'd by WILLIAM's Hand; 133:67,248[A ]| Hears joyful Nations bless those happy Toils, 133:67,249[A ]| Which freed the People, but return'd the Spoils. 133:67,250[A ]| In various Views She tries her constant Theme; 133:67,251[A ]| Finds Him in Councils, and in Arms the Same: 133:67,252[A ]| When certain to o'ercome, inclin'd to save, 133:67,253[A ]| Tardy to Vengeance, and with Mercy, Brave. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,254[A ]| Sudden another Scene employs her Sight: 133:67,255[A ]| She sets her Hero in another Light: 133:67,256[A ]| Paints His great Mind Superior to Success, 133:67,257[A ]| Declining Conquest, to establish Peace: 133:67,258[A ]| She brings ASTREA down to Earth again, 133:67,259[A ]| And Quiet, brooding o'er His future Reign. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,260[A ]| Then with unweary'd Wing the Goddess soars 133:67,261[A ]| East, over DANUBE and PROPONTIS Shoars; 133:67,262[A ]| Where jarring Empires ready to engage, 133:67,263[A ]| Retard their Armies, and suspend their Rage; 133:67,264[A ]| 'Till WILLIAM's Word, like That of Fate, declares, 133:67,265[A ]| If They shall study Peace, or lengthen Wars. 133:67,266[A ]| How sacred His Renown for equal Laws, 133:67,267[A ]| To whom the World defers it's Common Cause! 133:67,268[A ]| How fair His Friendships, and His Leagues how just, 133:67,269[A ]| Whom ev'ry Nation courts, Whom all Religions trust! 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,270[A ]| From the MA*EOTIS to the Northern Sea, 133:67,271[A ]| The Goddess wings her desp'rate Way; 133:67,272[A ]| Sees the young MUSCOVITE, the mighty Head, 133:67,273[A ]| Whose Sov'reign Terror forty Nations dread, 133:67,274[A ]| Inamour'd with a greater Monarch's Praise, 133:67,275[A ]| And passing half the Earth to His Embrace: 133:67,276[A ]| She in His Rule beholds His VOLGA's Force, 133:67,277[A ]| O'er Precipices, with impetuous Sway 133:67,278[A ]| Breaking, and as He rowls his rapid Course, 133:67,279[A ]| Drowning, or bearing down, whatever meets his Way. 133:67,280[A ]| But her own King She likens to His THAMES, 133:67,281[A ]| With gentle Course devolving fruitful Streams: 133:67,282[A ]| Serene yet Strong, Majestic yet Sedate, 133:67,283[A ]| Swift without Violence, without Terror Great. 133:67,284[A ]| Each ardent Nymph the rising Current craves: 133:67,285[A ]| Each Shepherd's Pray'r retards the parting Waves: 133:67,286[A ]| The Vales along the Bank their Sweets disclose: 133:67,287[A ]| Fresh Flow'rs for*ever rise; and fruitful Harvest grows. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,288[A ]| Yet whither would th'advent'rous Goddess go? 133:67,289[A ]| Sees She not Clouds, and Earth, and Main below? 133:67,290[A ]| Minds She the Dangers of the LYCIAN Coast, 133:67,291[A ]| And Fields, where mad BELEROPHON was lost? 133:67,292[A ]| Or is Her tow'ring Flight reclaim'd 133:67,293[A ]| By Seas from ICARUS's Downfall nam'd? 133:67,294[A ]| Vain is the Call, and useless the Advice: 133:67,295[A ]| To wise Perswasion Deaf, and human Cries, 133:67,296[A ]| Yet upward She incessant flies; 133:67,297[A ]| Resolv'd to reach the high Empyrean Sphere, 133:67,298[A ]| And tell Great JOVE, She sings His Image here; 133:67,299[A ]| To ask for WILLIAM an Olympic Crown, 133:67,300[A ]| To CHROMIUS' Strength and THERON's Speed unknown: 133:67,301[A ]| Till lost in trackless Fields of shining Day, 133:67,302[A ]| Unable to discern the Way 133:67,303[A ]| Which NASSAW's Virtues only could explore, 133:67,304[A ]| Untouch'd, unknown, to any Muse before, 133:67,305[A ]| She, from the noble Precipices thrown, 133:67,306[A ]| Comes rushing with uncommon Ruin down. 133:67,307[A ]| Glorious Attempt! Unhappy Fate! 133:67,308[A ]| The Song too daring, and the Theme too great! 133:67,309[A ]| Yet rather thus She wills to die, 133:67,310[A ]| Than in continu'd Annals live, to sing 133:67,311[A ]| A second Heroe, or a vulgar King; 133:67,312[A ]| And with ignoble Safety fly 133:67,313[A ]| In sight of Earth, along a middle Sky. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,314[A ]| To JANUS' Altars, and the numerous Throng, 133:67,315[A ]| That round his mystic Temple press, 133:67,316[A ]| For WILLIAM's Life, and ALBION's Peace, 133:67,317[A ]| Ambitious Muse reduce the roving SONG. 133:67,318[A ]| JANUS, cast Thy forward Eye 133:67,319[A ]| Future, into great RHEA's pregnant Womb; 133:67,320[A ]| Where young Ideas brooding lye, 133:67,321[A ]| And tender Images of Things to come: 133:67,322[A ]| 'Till by Thy high Commands releas'd; 133:67,323[A ]| 'Till by Thy Hand in proper Atoms dress'd, 133:67,324[A ]| In decent Order They advance to Light; 133:67,325[A ]| Yet then too swiftly fleet by human Sight; 133:67,326[A ]| And meditate too soon their everlasting Flight. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,327[A ]| Nor Beaks of Ships in Naval Triumph born, 133:67,328[A ]| Nor Standards from the hostile Ramparts torn, 133:67,329[A ]| Nor Trophies brought from Battles won, 133:67,330[A ]| Nor Oaken Wreath, nor Mural Crown 133:67,331[A ]| Can any future Honours give 133:67,332[A ]| To the Victorious Monarch's Name: 133:67,333[A ]| The Plenitude of WILLIAM's Fame 133:67,334[A ]| Can no accumulated Stores receive. 133:67,335[A ]| Shut then, auspicious God, Thy Sacred Gate, 133:67,336[A ]| And make Us Happy, as our King is Great. 133:67,337[A ]| Be kind, and with a milder Hand, 133:67,338[A ]| Closing the Volume of the finish'd Age, 133:67,339[A ]| (Tho' Noble, 'twas an Iron Page) 133:67,340[A ]| A more delightful Leaf expand, 133:67,341[A ]| Free from Alarms, and fierce BELLONA's Rage: 133:67,342[A ]| Bid the great Months begin their joyful Round, 133:67,343[A ]| By FLORA some, and some by CERES Crown'd: 133:67,344[A ]| Teach the glad Hours to scatter, as they fly, 133:67,345[A ]| Soft Quiet, gentle Love, and endless Joy: 133:67,346[A ]| Lead forth the Years for Peace and Plenty fam'd, 133:67,347[A ]| From SATURN's Rule, and better Metal nam'd. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,348[A ]| Secure by WILLIAM's Care let BRITAIN stand; 133:67,349[A ]| Nor dread the bold Invader's Hand: 133:67,350[A ]| From adverse Shoars in Safety let Her hear 133:67,351[A ]| Foreign Calamity, and distant War; 133:67,352[A ]| Of which let Her, great Heav'n, no Portion bear. 133:67,353[A ]| Betwixt the Nations let Her hold the Scale; 133:67,354[A ]| And as She wills, let either Part prevail: 133:67,355[A ]| Let her glad Vallies smile with wavy Corn: 133:67,356[A ]| Let fleecy Flocks her rising Hills adorn: 133:67,357[A ]| Around her Coast let strong Defence be spread: 133:67,358[A ]| Let fair Abundance on her Breast be shed: 133:67,359[A ]| And Heav'nly Sweets bloom round the Goddess' Head. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,360[A ]| Where the white Towers and ancient Roofs did stand, 133:67,361[A ]| Remains of WOLSEY's or great HENRY's Hand, 133:67,362[A ]| To Age now yielding, or devour'd by Flame; 133:67,363[A ]| Let a young PHENIX raise her tow'ring Head: 133:67,364[A ]| Her Wings with lengthen'd Honour let Her spread; 133:67,365[A ]| And by her Greatness show her Builder's Fame. 133:67,366[A ]| August and Open, as the Hero's Mind, 133:67,367[A ]| Be her capacious Courts design'd: 133:67,368[A ]| Let ev'ry Sacred Pillar bear 133:67,369[A ]| Trophies of Arms, and Monuments of War. 133:67,370[A ]| The King shall there in PARIAN Marble breath, 133:67,371[A ]| His Shoulder bleeding fresh; and at His Feet 133:67,372[A ]| Disarm'd shall lye the threat'ning DEATH: 133:67,373[A ]| (For so was saving JOVE's Decree compleat.) 133:67,374[A ]| Behind, That Angel shall be plac'd, whose Shield 133:67,375[A ]| Sav'd EUROPE, in the Blow repell'd: 133:67,376[A ]| On the firm Basis, from his Oozy Bed 133:67,377[A ]| BOYN shall raise his Laurell's Head; 133:67,378[A ]| And his Immortal Stream be known, 133:67,379[A ]| Artfully waving thro' the wounded Stone. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,380[A ]| And Thou, Imperial WINDSOR, stand inlarg'd, 133:67,381[A ]| With all the Monarch's Trophies charged: 133:67,382[A ]| Thou, the fair Heav'n, that dost the Stars inclose, 133:67,383[A ]| Which WILLIAM's Bosom wears, or Hand bestows 133:67,384[A ]| On the great Champions who support his Throne, 133:67,385[A ]| And Virtues nearest to His own. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,386[A ]| Round ORMOND's Knee Thou ty'st the Mystic String, 133:67,387[A ]| That makes the Knight Companion to the King. 133:67,388[A ]| From glorious Camps return'd, and foreign Feilds, 133:67,389[A ]| Bowing before thy sainted Warrior's Shrine, 133:67,390[A ]| Fast by his great Forefather's Coats, and Shields 133:67,391[A ]| Blazon'd from BOHUN's, or from BUTLER's Line, 133:67,392[A ]| He hangs His Arms; nor fears those Arms should shine 133:67,393[A ]| With an unequal Ray; or that His Deed 133:67,394[A ]| With paler Glory should recede, 133:67,395[A ]| Eclips'd by Theirs; or lessen'd by the Fame 133:67,396[A ]| Ev'n of His own Maternal NASSAW's Name. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,397[A ]| Thou smiling see'st great DORSET's Worth confest, 133:67,398[A ]| The Ray distingushing the Patriot's Breast: 133:67,399[A ]| Born to protect and love, to help and please; 133:67,400[A ]| Sov'reign of Wit, and Ornament of Peace. 133:67,401[A ]| O! long as Breath informs this fleeting Frame, 133:67,402[A ]| Ne'er let me pass in Silence DORSET's Name; 133:67,403[A ]| Ne'er cease to mention the continu'd Debt, 133:67,404[A ]| Which the great Patron only would forget, 133:67,405[A ]| And Duty, long as Life, must study to acquit. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,406[A ]| Renown'd in Thy Records shall CA'NDISH stand, 133:67,407[A ]| Asserting Legal Pow'r, and just Command: 133:67,408[A ]| To the great House thy Favour shall be shown, 133:67,409[A ]| The Father's Star transmissive to the Son. 133:67,410[A ]| From Thee the TALBOT's and the SEYMOUR's Race 133:67,411[A ]| Inform'd, Their Sire's immortal Steps shall trace: 133:67,412[A ]| Happy may their Sons receive 133:67,413[A ]| The bright Reward, which Thou alone canst give. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,414[A ]| And if a God these lucky Numbers guide; 133:67,415[A ]| If sure APOLLO o'er the Verse preside; 133:67,416[A ]| JERSEY, belov'd by all (For all must feel 133:67,417[A ]| The Influence of a Form and Mind, 133:67,418[A ]| Where comely Grace and constant Virtue dwell, 133:67,419[A ]| Like mingl'd Streams, more forcible when join'd.) 133:67,420[A ]| JERSEY shall at Thy Altars stand; 133:67,421[A ]| Shall there receive the Azure Band, 133:67,422[A ]| That fairest Mark of Favour and of Fame, 133:67,423[A ]| Familiar to the VILIER's Name. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,424[A ]| Science to raise, and Knowledge to enlarge, 133:67,425[A ]| Be our great Master's future Charge; 133:67,426[A ]| To write His own Memoirs, and leave His Heirs 133:67,427[A ]| High Schemes of Government, and Plans of Wars; 133:67,428[A ]| By fair Rewards our Noble Youth to raise 133:67,429[A ]| To emulous Merit, and to Thirst of Praise; 133:67,430[A ]| To lead Them out from Ease e'er opening Dawn, 133:67,431[A ]| Through the thick Forest and the distant Lawn, 133:67,432[A ]| Where the fleet Stag employs their ardent Care; 133:67,433[A ]| And Chases give Them Images of War. 133:67,434[A ]| To teach Them Vigilance by false Alarms; 133:67,435[A ]| Insure Them in feign'd Camps to real Arms; 133:67,436[A ]| Practise Them now to curb the turning Steed, 133:67,437[A ]| Mocking the Foe; now to his rapid Speed 133:67,438[A ]| To give the Rein; and in the full Career, 133:67,439[A ]| To draw the certain Sword, or send the pointed Spear. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,440[A ]| Let Him unite His Subjects Hearts, 133:67,441[A ]| Planting Societies for peaceful Arts; 133:67,442[A ]| Some that in Nature shall true Knowledge found, 133:67,443[A ]| And by Experiment make Precept sound; 133:67,444[A ]| Some that to Morals shall recal the Age, 133:67,445[A ]| And purge from vitious Dross the sinking Stage; 133:67,446[A ]| Some that with Care true Eloquence shall teach, 133:67,447[A ]| And to just Idioms fix our doubtful Speech: 133:67,448[A ]| That from our Writers distant Realms may know, 133:67,449[A ]| The Thanks We to our Monarch owe; 133:67,450[A ]| And Schools profess our Tongue through ev'ry Land, 133:67,451[A ]| That has invok'd His Aid, or blest His Hand. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,452[A ]| Let His high Pow'r the drooping MUSES rear. 133:67,453[A ]| The MUSES only can reward His Care: 133:67,454[A ]| 'Tis They that guard the great ATRIDES' Spoils: 133:67,455[A ]| 'Tis They that still renew ULYSSES' Toils: 133:67,456[A ]| To Them by smiling JOVE 'twas giv'n, to save 133:67,457[A ]| Distinguish'd Patriots from the Common Grave; 133:67,458[A ]| To them, great WILLIAM's Glory to recal, 133:67,459[A ]| When Statues moulder, and when Arches fall. 133:67,460[A ]| Nor let the MUSES, with ungrateful Pride, 133:67,461[A ]| The Sources of their Treasure hide: 133:67,462[A ]| The Heroe's Virtue does the String inspire, 133:67,463[A ]| When with big Joy They strike the living Lyre: 133:67,464[A ]| On WILLIAM's Fame their Fate depends: 133:67,465[A ]| With Him the Song begins; with Him it ends. 133:67,466[A ]| From the bright Effluence of His Deed 133:67,467[A ]| They borrow that reflected Light, 133:67,468[A ]| With which the lasting Lamp They feed, 133:67,469[A ]| Whose Beams dispel the Damps of envious Night. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,470[A ]| Through various Climes, and to each distant Pole 133:67,471[A ]| In happy Tides let active Commerce rowl: 133:67,472[A ]| Let BRITAIN's Ships export an Annual Fleece, 133:67,473[A ]| Richer than ARGOS brought to ancient GREECE; 133:67,474[A ]| Returning loaden with the shining Stores, 133:67,475[A ]| Which lye profuse on either INDIA's Shores. 133:67,476[A ]| As our high Vessels pass their wat'ry Way, 133:67,477[A ]| Let all the Naval World due Homage pay; 133:67,478[A ]| With hasty Reverence their Top-Honours lower, 133:67,479[A ]| Confessing the asserted Power, 133:67,480[A ]| To Whom by Fate 'twas given, with happy Sway 133:67,481[A ]| To calm the Earth, and vindicate the Sea. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,482[A ]| Our Pray'rs are heard, our Master's Fleets shall go, 133:67,483[A ]| As far as Winds can bear, or Waters flow, 133:67,484[A ]| New Lands to make, new INDIES to explore, 133:67,485[A ]| In Worlds unknown to plant BRITANNIA's Power; 133:67,486[A ]| Nations yet wild by Precept to reclaim, 133:67,487[A ]| And teach 'em Arms, and Arts, in WILLIAM's Name. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,488[A ]| With humble Joy, and with respectful Fear 133:67,489[A ]| The list'ning People shall His Story hear, 133:67,490[A ]| The Wounds He bore, the Dangers He sustain'd, 133:67,491[A ]| How far he Conquer'd, and how well he Reign'd; 133:67,492[A ]| Shall own his Mercy equal to His Fame; 133:67,493[A ]| And form their Children's Accents to His Name, 133:67,494[A ]| Enquiring how, and when from Heav'n He came. 133:67,495[A ]| Their Regal Tyrants shall with Blushes hide 133:67,496[A ]| Their little Lusts of Arbitrary Pride, 133:67,497[A ]| Nor bear to see their Vassals ty'd: 133:67,498[A ]| When WILLIAM's Virtues raise their opening Thought, 133:67,499[A ]| His forty Years for Publick Freedom fought, 133:67,500[A ]| EUROPE by His Hand sustain'd, 133:67,501[A ]| His Conquest by His Piety restrain'd, 133:67,502[A ]| And o'er Himself the last great Triumph gain'd. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,503[A ]| No longer shall their wretched Zeal adore 133:67,504[A ]| Ideas of destructive Power, 133:67,505[A ]| Spirits that hurt, and Godheads that devour: 133:67,506[A ]| New Incense They shall bring, new Altars raise, 133:67,507[A ]| And fill their Temples with a Stranger's Praise; 133:67,508[A ]| When the Great Father's Character They find 133:67,509[A ]| Visibly stampt upon the Hero's Mind; 133:67,510[A ]| And own a present Deity confest, 133:67,511[A ]| In Valour that preserv'd, and Power that bless'd. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,512[A ]| Through the large Convex of the Azure Sky 133:67,513[A ]| (For thither Nature casts our common Eye) 133:67,514[A ]| Fierce Meteors shoot their arbitrary Light; 133:67,515[A ]| And Comets march with lawless Horror bright: 133:67,516[A ]| These hear no Rule, no righteous Order own; 133:67,517[A ]| Their influence dreaded, as their Ways unknown: 133:67,518[A ]| Thro' threaten'd Lands They wild Destruction throw; 133:67,519[A ]| 'Till ardent Prayer averts the Public Woe: 133:67,520[A ]| But the bright Orb that blesses all above, 133:67,521[A ]| The sacred Fire, the real Son of JOVE, 133:67,522[A ]| Rules not His Actions by Capricious Will; 133:67,523[A ]| Nor by ungovern'd Power declines to Ill: 133:67,524[A ]| Fix'd by just Laws He goes for*ever right: 133:67,525[A ]| Man knows His Course, and thence adores His light. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,526[A ]| O JANUS! would intreated Fate conspire 133:67,527[A ]| To grant what BRITAIN's Wishes could require; 133:67,528[A ]| Above, That Sun should cease his Way to go, 133:67,529[A ]| E'er WILLIAM cease to rule, and bless below: 133:67,530[A ]| But a relentless Destiny 133:67,531[A ]| Urges all that e'er was born: 133:67,532[A ]| Snatch'd from her Arms, BRITANNIA once must mourn 133:67,533[A ]| The Demi-God; The Earthly Half must die. 133:67,534[A ]| Yet if our Incense can Your Wrath remove; 133:67,535[A ]| If human Prayers avail on Minds above; 133:67,536[A ]| Exert, great God, Thy Int'rest in the Sky; 133:67,537[A ]| Gain each kind Pow'r, each Guardian Deity, 133:67,538[A ]| That conquer'd by the publick Vow, 133:67,539[A ]| They bear the dismal Mischief far away: 133:67,540[A ]| O! long as utmost Nature may allow, 133:67,541[A ]| Let Them retard the threaten'd Day: 133:67,542[A ]| Still be our Master's Life Thy happy Care: 133:67,543[A ]| Still let His Blessings with His Years increase: 133:67,544[A ]| To HIs laborious Youth consum'd in War, 133:67,545[A ]| Add lasting Age, adorn'd and crown'd with Peace: 133:67,546[A ]| Let twisted Olive bind those Laurels fast, 133:67,547[A ]| Whose Verdure must for*ever last. 133:67,000[' ]| 133:67,548[A ]| Long let this growing A*ERA bless His Sway: 133:67,549[A ]| And let our Sons His present Rule obey: 133:67,550[A ]| On His sure Virtue long let Earth rely: 133:67,551[A ]| And late let the Imperial Eagle fly, 133:67,552[A ]| To bear the Hero thro' His Father's Sky, 133:67,553[A ]| To LEDA's Twins, or He whose glorious Speed 133:67,554[A ]| On Foot prevail'd, or He who tam'd the Steed; 133:67,555[A ]| To HERCULES, at length absolv'd by Fate 133:67,556[A ]| From Earthly Toil, and above Envy great; 133:67,557[A ]| To VIRGIL's Theme, bright CYTHEREA's Son, 133:67,558[A ]| Sire of the LATIAN, and the BRITISH Throne; 133:67,559[A ]| To all the radiant Names above, 133:67,560[A ]| Rever'd by Men, and dear to JOVE. 133:67,561[A ]| Late, JANUS, let the NASSAW-Star 133:67,562[A ]| New born, in rising Majesty appear, 133:67,563[A ]| To triumph over vanquish'd Night, 133:67,564[A ]| And guide the prosp'rous Mariner 133:67,565[A ]| With everlasting Beams of friendly Light. 133:68,000[' ]| <1700> 133:68,000[' ]| <\A Fable\.> 133:68,001[A ]| IN \A*Esop's\ Tales an honest Wretch we find, 133:68,002[A ]| Whose Years and Comforts equally declin'd; 133:68,003[A ]| He in two Wives had two domestick Ills, 133:68,004[A ]| For different Age they had, and different Wills; 133:68,005[A ]| One pluckt his Black Hairs out, and one his Grey, 133:68,006[A ]| The Man for quietness did both obey, 133:68,007[A ]| Till all his Parish saw his Head quite bare, 133:68,008[A ]| And thought he wanted Brains as well as Hair. 133:68,000[' ]| <\The Moral.\> 133:68,009[A ]| The Parties, hen-peckt \W**m\, are thy Wives, 133:68,010[A ]| The Hairs they pluck are thy Prerogatives; 133:68,011[A ]| Tories thy Person hate, the Whigs thy Power, 133:68,012[A ]| Tho much thou yieldest, still they tug for more, 133:68,013[A ]| Till this poor Man and thou alike are shown, 133:68,014[A ]| He without Hair, and thou without a Crown. 133:69,000[' ]| <\Ballad.\> 133:69,001[A ]| THE factions that Each other claw 133:69,002[A ]| By joint consent have both undone Thee 133:69,003[A ]| Thou like the Goat in Moses law 133:69,004[A ]| Hast all the Nations Sins upon Thee. 133:69,005[A ]| Whilst those upon thy faults discants 133:69,006[A ]| Harlay and Mountagu shall joyn 133:69,007[A ]| Not one but roars at Irish Grants 133:69,008[A ]| But all forgett you past the Boyne. 133:69,009[A ]| Five hundred Hams all pleas'd all proud 133:69,010[A ]| That they their fathers shame discover 133:69,011[A ]| But Not one Japhet in the crowd 133:69,012[A ]| To draw the decent Mantle over. 133:69,013[A ]| What in thy government is right 133:69,014[A ]| To Summers Name shall stand recorded 133:69,015[A ]| The Lawrells thou hast gain'd in fight 133:69,016[A ]| Let Ormonds merit be rewarded. 133:69,017[A ]| Thy Ministry supports the throne 133:69,018[A ]| With Prudence above all disasters 133:69,019[A ]| What proves Successfull is their own 133:69,020[A ]| And what miscarryes is their Masters. 133:69,021[A ]| Twas by a house of commons wrought 133:69,022[A ]| That preists and papists shan't alarm yee 133:69,023[A ]| But 'twas his Majestys own fault 133:69,024[A ]| That we have neither fleet nor Army. 133:70,000[' ]| <\A Song.\> 133:70,001[A ]| IN vain You tell your Parting Lover, 133:70,002[A ]| You wish fair Winds may waft Him over. 133:70,003[A ]| Alas! what Winds can happy prove, 133:70,004[A ]| That bear Me far from what I love? 133:70,005[A ]| Alas! what Dangers on the Main 133:70,006[A ]| Can equal Those that I sustain, 133:70,007[A ]| From slighted Vows, and cold Disdain? 133:70,008[A ]| Be gentle, and in Pity choose 133:70,009[A ]| To wish the wildest Tempests loose: 133:70,010[A ]| That thrown again upon the Coast, 133:70,011[A ]| When first my Shipwrackt Heart was lost, 133:70,012[A ]| I may once more repeat my Pain; 133:70,013[A ]| Once more in dying Notes complain 133:70,014[A ]| Of slighted Vows, and cold Disdain. 133:71,000[' ]| <\""This Man he took into his Bed""\> 133:71,001[A ]| THIS Man he took into his Bed 133:71,002[A ]| An Old and Eke a homely Wife; 133:71,003[A ]| He Swanked Soundly for his bread 133:71,004[A ]| An Honest but a painful Life. 133:72,000[' ]| <\Hans Carvel.\> 133:72,001[A ]| HANS CARVEL, Impotent and Old, 133:72,002[A ]| Married a Lass of LONDON Mould: 133:72,003[A ]| Handsome? enough; extreamly Gay: 133:72,004[A ]| Lov'd Musick, Company, and Play: 133:72,005[A ]| High Flights She had, and Wit at Will: 133:72,006[A ]| And so her Tongue lay seldom still: 133:72,007[A ]| For in all Visits who but She, 133:72,008[A ]| To Argue, or to 9Reparte=e? 133:72,009[A ]| She made it plain, that Human Passion 133:72,010[A ]| Was order'd by Predestination; 133:72,011[A ]| That, if weak Women went astray, 133:72,012[A ]| Their Stars were more in Fault than They: 133:72,013[A ]| Whole Tragedies She had by Heart; 133:72,014[A ]| Enter'd into ROXANA's Part: 133:72,015[A ]| To Triumph in her Rival's Blood, 133:72,016[A ]| The Action certainly was good. 133:72,017[A ]| How like a Vine young AMMON curl'd! 133:72,018[A ]| Oh that dear Conqu'ror of the World! 133:72,019[A ]| She pity'd BETTERTON in Age, 133:72,020[A ]| That ridicul'd the God-like Rage. 133:72,021[A ]| She, first of all the Town, was told, 133:72,022[A ]| Where newest INDIA Things were sold: 133:72,023[A ]| So in a Morning, without Bodice, 133:72,024[A ]| Slipt sometimes out to Mrs% THODY's; 133:72,025[A ]| To cheapen Tea, to buy a Screen: 133:72,026[A ]| What else cou'd so much Virtue mean? 133:72,027[A ]| For to prevent the least Reproach, 133:72,028[A ]| BETTY went with Her in the Coach. 133:72,029[A ]| But when no very great Affair 133:72,030[A ]| Excited her peculiar Care; 133:72,031[A ]| She without fail was wak'd at Ten; 133:72,032[A ]| Drank Chocolate, then slept again: 133:72,033[A ]| At Twelve She rose: with much ado 133:72,034[A ]| Her Cloaths were huddl'd on by Two: 133:72,035[A ]| Then; Does my Lady Dine at home? 133:72,036[A ]| Yes sure; ~~ but is the Colonel come? 133:72,037[A ]| Next, how to spend the Afternoon, 133:72,038[A ]| And not come Home again too soon; 133:72,039[A ]| The Change, the City, or the Play, 133:72,040[A ]| As each was proper for the Day; 133:72,041[A ]| A Turn in Summer to HYDE-PARK, 133:72,042[A ]| When it grew tolerably Dark. 133:72,043[A ]| Wife's Pleasure causes Husband's Pain: 133:72,044[A ]| Strange Fancies come in HANS's Brain: 133:72,045[A ]| He thought of what He did not name; 133:72,046[A ]| And wou'd reform; but durst not blame. 133:72,047[A ]| At first He therefore Preach'd his Wife 133:72,048[A ]| The Comforts of a Pious Life: 133:72,049[A ]| Told Her, how Transient Beauty was; 133:72,050[A ]| That All must die, and Flesh was Grass: 133:72,051[A ]| He bought her Sermons, Psalms, and Graces; 133:72,052[A ]| And doubled down the useful Places. 133:72,053[A ]| But still the Weight of worldly Care 133:72,054[A ]| Allow'd Her little time for Pray'r: 133:72,055[A ]| And CLEOPATRA was read o'er, 133:72,056[A ]| While SCOT, and WAKE, and Twenty more, 133:72,057[A ]| That teach one to deny one's self, 133:72,058[A ]| Stood unmolested on the Shelf. 133:72,059[A ]| An untouch'd Bible grac'd her Toilet: 133:72,060[A ]| No fear that Thumb of Her's should spoil it. 133:72,061[A ]| In short, the Trade was still the same: 133:72,062[A ]| The Dame went out: the Colonel came. 133:72,063[A ]| What's to be done? poor CARVEL cry'd: 133:72,064[A ]| Another Batt'ry must be try'd: 133:72,065[A ]| What if to Spells I had Recourse? 133:72,066[A ]| 'Tis but to hinder something Worse. 133:72,067[A ]| The End must justifie the Means: 133:72,068[A ]| He only Sins who Ill intends: 133:72,069[A ]| Since therefore 'tis to Combat Evil; 133:72,070[A ]| 'Tis lawful to employ the Devil. 133:72,071[A ]| Forthwith the Devil did appear 133:72,072[A ]| (For name Him and He's always near) 133:72,073[A ]| Not in the Shape in which He plies 133:72,074[A ]| At Miss's Elbow when She lies; 133:72,075[A ]| Or stands before the Nurs'ry Doors, 133:72,076[A ]| To take the naughty Boy that roars: 133:72,077[A ]| But without Sawcer Eye or Claw, 133:72,078[A ]| Like a grave Barrister at Law. 133:72,079[A ]| HANS CARVEL, lay aside your Grief, 133:72,080[A ]| The Devil says: I bring Relief. 133:72,081[A ]| Relief, says HANS: pray let me crave 133:72,082[A ]| Your Name, Sir. ~~ SATAN. ~~ Sir, your Slave: 133:72,083[A ]| I did not look upon your Feet: 133:72,084[A ]| You'll pardon Me: ~~ ay, now I see't: 133:72,085[A ]| And pray, Sir, when came You from Hell? 133:72,086[A ]| Our Friends there, did You leave Them well? 133:72,087[A ]| All well: but pr'ythee, honest HANS, 133:72,088[A ]| (Says SATAN) leave your Complaisance: 133:72,089[A ]| The Truth is this: I cannot stay 133:72,090[A ]| Flaring in Sun-shine all the Day: 133:72,091[A ]| For, \9entre 9Nous\, We Hellish Sprites, 133:72,092[A ]| Love more the Fresco of the Nights; 133:72,093[A ]| And oft'ner our Receipts convey 133:72,094[A ]| In Dreams, than any other Way. 133:72,095[A ]| I tell You therfore as a Friend, 133:72,096[A ]| E'er Morning dawns, your Fears shall end: 133:72,097[A ]| Go then this Ev'ning, Master CARVEL, 133:72,098[A ]| Lay down your Fowls, and broach your Barrel; 133:72,099[A ]| Let Friends and Wine dissolve your Care; 133:72,100[A ]| Whilst I the great Receipt prepare: 133:72,101[A ]| To Night I'll bring it, by my Faith; 133:72,102[A ]| Believe for once what SATAN saith. 133:72,103[A ]| Away went HANS: glad? not a little; 133:72,104[A ]| Obey'd the Devil to a Tittle; 133:72,105[A ]| Invited Friends some half a Dozen, 133:72,106[A ]| The Colonel, and my Lady's Cousin. 133:72,107[A ]| The Meat was serv'd; the Bowls were crown'd; 133:72,108[A ]| Catches were sung; and Healths went round: 133:72,109[A ]| Barbadoes Waters for the Close; 133:72,110[A ]| 'Till HANS had fairly got his Dose: 133:72,111[A ]| The Colonel toasted to the best: 133:72,112[A ]| The Dame mov'd off, to be undrest: 133:72,113[A ]| The Chimes went Twelve: the Guests withdrew: 133:72,114[A ]| But when, or how, HANS hardly knew. 133:72,115[A ]| Some Modern Anecdotes aver, 133:72,116[A ]| He nodded in his Elbow Chair; 133:72,117[A ]| From thence was carry'd off to Bed: 133:72,118[A ]| JOHN held his Heels, and NAN his Head. 133:72,119[A ]| My Lady was disturb'd: new Sorrow! 133:72,120[A ]| Which HANS must answer for to Morrow. 133:72,121[A ]| In Bed then view this happy Pair; 133:72,122[A ]| And think how HYMEN Triumph'd there. 133:72,123[A ]| HANS, fast asleep, as soon as laid; 133:72,124[A ]| The Duty of the Night unpaid: 133:72,125[A ]| The waking Dame, with Thoughts opprest, 133:72,126[A ]| That made Her Hate both Him and Rest: 133:72,127[A ]| By such a Husband, such a Wife! 133:72,128[A ]| 'Twas ACME's and SEPTIMIUS' Life. 133:72,129[A ]| The Lady sigh'd: the Lover snor'd: 133:72,130[A ]| The punctual Devil kept his Word: 133:72,131[A ]| Appear'd to honest HANS again; 133:72,132[A ]| But not at all by Madam seen: 133:72,133[A ]| And giving Him a Magick Ring, 133:72,134[A ]| Fit for the Finger of a King; 133:72,135[A ]| Dear HANS, said He, for SATAN's Sake: 133:72,136[A ]| 'Twill do your Business to a Hair: 133:72,137[A ]| For long as You this Ring shall wear, 133:72,138[A ]| As sure as I look over LINCOLN, 133:72,139[A ]| That ne'er shall happen which You think on. 133:72,140[A ]| HANS took the Ring with Joy extream; 133:72,141[A ]| (All this was only in a Dream) 133:72,142[A ]| And thrusting it beyond his Joint, 133:72,143[A ]| 'Tis done, He cry'd: I've gain'd my Point. ~~ 133:72,144[A ]| What Point, said She, You ugly Beast? 133:72,145[A ]| You neither give Me Joy nor Rest: 133:72,146[A ]| 'Tis done. ~~ What's done, You drunken Bear? 133:72,147[A ]| You've thrust your Finger G***D knows where. 133:73,000[' ]| <\Written at Paris, 1700. In the Beginning\> 133:73,000[' ]| <\of Robe's Geography.\> 133:73,001[A ]| OF All that WILLIAM Rules, or ROBE 133:73,002[A ]| Describes, Great RHEA, of Thy Globe; 133:73,003[A ]| When or on Post-Horse, or in Chaise, 133:73,004[A ]| With much Expence, and little Ease, 133:73,005[A ]| My destin'd Miles I shal have gone, 133:73,006[A ]| By THAMES or MAESE, by Po or RHONE, 133:73,007[A ]| And found no Foot of Earth my own; 133:73,008[A ]| GREAT MOTHER, let Me Once be able 133:73,009[A ]| To have a Garden, House, and Stable; 133:73,010[A ]| That I may Read, and Ride, and Plant, 133:73,011[A ]| Superior to Desire, or Want; 133:73,012[A ]| And as Health fails, and Years increase, 133:73,013[A ]| Sit down, and think, and die in Peace. 133:73,014[A ]| Oblige Thy Fav'rite Undertakers 133:73,015[A ]| To throw Me in but Twenty Acres: 133:73,016[A ]| This Number sure They may allow; 133:73,017[A ]| for Pasture Ten, and Ten for Plow: 133:73,018[A ]| 'Tis all that I wou'd Wish, or Hope, 133:73,019[A ]| For ME, and JOHN, and NELL, and CROP. 133:73,020[A ]| Then, as Thou wil't, dispose the rest 133:73,021[A ]| (And let not FORTUNE spoil the Jest) 133:73,022[A ]| To Those, who at the Market-Rate 133:73,023[A ]| Can barter Honour for Estate. 133:73,024[A ]| Now if Thou grant'st Me my Request, 133:73,025[A ]| To make Thy Vot'ry truly blest, 133:73,026[A ]| Let curst Revenge, and sawcy Pride 133:73,027[A ]| To some bleak Rock far off be ty'd; 133:73,028[A ]| Nor e'er approach my Rural Seat, 133:73,029[A ]| To tempt Me to be Base, and Great. 133:73,030[A ]| And, GODDESS, This kind Office done, 133:73,031[A ]| Charge VENUS to command her Son, 133:73,032[A ]| (Where-ever else She lets Him rove) 133:73,033[A ]| To shun my House, and Field, and Grove: 133:73,034[A ]| Peace cannot dwell with Hate or Love. 133:73,035[A ]| Hear, gracious RHEA, what I say: 133:73,036[A ]| And Thy Petitioner shall Pray. 133:74,000[' ]| <\To a Child of Quality of Five Years\> 133:74,000[' ]| <\Old, the Author suppos'd Forty.\> 133:74,001[A ]| LORDS, Knights, and Squires, the num'rous Band 133:74,002[A ]| That wear the Fair \Miss*Mary's\ Fetters, 133:74,003[A ]| Were summon'd, by her high Command, 133:74,004[A ]| To show their Passion by their Letters. 133:74,005[A ]| My Pen amongst the rest I took, 133:74,006[A ]| Least those bright Eyes that cannot read 133:74,007[A ]| Shou'd dart their kindling Fires, and look 133:74,008[A ]| The Pow'r they have to be obey'd. 133:74,009[A ]| Nor Quality, nor Reputation, 133:74,010[A ]| Forbid me yet my Flame to tell, 133:74,011[A ]| Dear Five Years old befriends my Passion, 133:74,012[A ]| And I may Write 'till she can Spell. 133:74,013[A ]| For while she makes her Silk-worms Beds 133:74,014[A ]| With all the tender things I swear, 133:74,015[A ]| Whilst all the House my Passion reads, 133:74,016[A ]| In Papers round her Baby's Hair. 133:74,017[A ]| She may receive and own my Flame, 133:74,018[A ]| For tho' the strictest \Prudes\ shou'd know it, 133:74,019[A ]| She'll pass for a most virtuous Dame, 133:74,020[A ]| And I for an unhappy Poet. 133:74,021[A ]| Then too, alas, when she shall tear 133:74,022[A ]| The Lines some younger Rival sends, 133:74,023[A ]| She'll give me leave to Write, I fear, 133:74,024[A ]| And we shall still continue Friends. 133:74,025[A ]| For as our diff'rent Ages move, 133:74,026[A ]| 'Tis so ordain'd, wou'd Fate but mend it, 133:74,027[A ]| That I shall be past making Love, 133:74,028[A ]| When she begins to comprehend it. 133:75,000[' ]| <1701> 133:75,000[' ]| <\9Les 9Estreines.\> 133:75,001[A ]| \ACCEPT, my Love, as true a Heart\ 133:75,002[A ]| \As ever Lover gave;\ 133:75,003[A ]| \'Tis free (it vows) from any art,\ 133:75,004[A ]| \And proud to be your Slave.\ 133:75,000[' ]| <2> 133:75,005[A ]| \Then take it kindly, as 'twas meant,\ 133:75,006[A ]| \And let the Giver live:\ 133:75,007[A ]| \Who, with it, would the World have sent,\ 133:75,008[A ]| \Had it been his to give.\ 133:75,000[' ]| <3> 133:75,009[A ]| \And, that Dorinda may not fear,\ 133:75,010[A ]| \I e'er will prove untrue;\ 133:75,011[A ]| \My vows shall, ending with the Year,\ 133:75,012[A ]| \With it begin a-new.\ 133:76,000[' ]| <\Song. Sett by Mr: Abell.\> 133:76,001[A ]| READING ends in Melancholy; 133:76,002[A ]| Wine breeds Vices and Deseases; 133:76,003[A ]| Wealth is but Care, and Love but folly; 133:76,004[A ]| Only Friendship truly pleases. 133:76,005[A ]| My Wealth, my Books, my Flask, my Molly, 133:76,006[A ]| Farewell all, if FRIENDSHIP Ceases! 133:77,000[' ]| <\Ballad.\> 133:77,001[A ]| THE Crown once again 133:77,002[A ]| Its rights shall maintain 133:77,003[A ]| And the Nation shall make a good figure. 133:77,004[A ]| For our Glorious redeemer 133:77,005[A ]| Tells Harley and Seymour 133:77,006[A ]| Tis time We should Act with great Vigour. 133:77,007[A ]| When the hands of all pages 133:77,008[A ]| Find how sad a thing age is 133:77,009[A ]| In our little disperited fr*** 133:77,010[A ]| Tis likely his Brain 133:77,011[A ]| New fire should retain 133:77,012[A ]| And he'l Act with abundance of vigour. 133:77,013[A ]| His Majesties Actions 133:77,014[A ]| Shall soon suppress factions 133:77,015[A ]| And by May we shall Paris beleaguer 133:77,016[A ]| For without Troops or Pence 133:77,017[A ]| Without counsells or Sence 133:77,018[A ]| The King has a fancy for vigour. 133:77,019[A ]| Whilst he lays his concern on 133:77,020[A ]| The Shoulders of Vernon 133:77,021[A ]| His credit will surely grow bigger 133:77,022[A ]| And if Sunderland comes 133:77,023[A ]| Sound trompetts beat drums 133:77,024[A ]| No doubt but we'l act with great vigour. 133:77,025[A ]| Albemarle leads the way 133:77,026[A ]| Drest like Mars in a play 133:77,027[A ]| With Cassie as fierce as a tyger 133:77,028[A ]| And Miremont the Prince 133:77,029[A ]| Shall his Country convince 133:77,030[A ]| That his Majesties favrites have vigour. 133:77,031[A ]| Vice Chamberlain Bartie 133:77,032[A ]| Is in the Court party 133:77,033[A ]| Lord Cutts for the Combat is eager 133:77,034[A ]| And from Jore and Laloe 133:77,035[A ]| Grand Louis shal know 133:77,036[A ]| What it is to be given to vigour. 133:77,037[A ]| But if Whigg getts the better 133:77,038[A ]| You'l see how he'l fetter 133:77,039[A ]| And hamstring our royal Intreger 133:77,040[A ]| If the Tory prevails 133:77,041[A ]| In comes little Wales 133:77,042[A ]| And have not We acted with vigour? 133:78,000[' ]| <1702> 133:78,000[' ]| <\To a Young Gentleman in Love.\> 133:78,000[' ]| <\A Tale.\> 133:78,001@b | FROM publick Noise and factious Strife, 133:78,002@b | From all the busie Ills of Life, 133:78,003@b | Take me, My CELIA, to Thy Breast: 133:78,004@b | And lull my wearied Soul to Rest: 133:78,005@b | For*ever, in this humble Cell, 133:78,006@b | Let Thee and I, my Fair One, dwell; 133:78,007@b | None enter else, but LOVE ~~ and He 133:78,008@b | Shall bar the Door, and keep the Key. 133:78,009@b | To painted Roofs, and shining Spires 133:78,010@b | (Uneasie Seats of high Desires) 133:78,011@b | Let the unthinking Many croud, 133:78,012@b | That dare be Covetous and Proud: 133:78,013@b | In golden Bondage let Them wait, 133:78,014@b | And barter Happiness for State: 133:78,015@b | But oh! My CELIA, when Thy Swain 133:78,016@b | Desires to see a Court again; 133:78,017@b | May Heav'n around This destin'd Head 133:78,018@b | The choicest of it's Curses shed: 133:78,019@b | To sum up all the Rage of FAte, 133:78,020@b | In the Two Things I dread and hate; 133:78,021@b | May'st Thou be False, and I be Great. 133:78,022@b | Thus, on his CELIA's panting Breast, 133:78,023[A ]| Fond CELADON his Soul exprest; 133:78,024[A ]| While with Delight the lovely Maid 133:78,025[A ]| Receiv'd the Vows, She thus repaid: 133:78,026@c | Hope of my Age, Joy of my Youth, 133:78,027@c | Blest Miracle of Love and Truth! 133:78,028@c | All that cou'd e'er be counted Mine, 133:78,029@c | My Love and Life long since are Thine: 133:78,030@c | A real Joy I never knew; 133:78,031@c | 'Till I believ'd Thy Passion true: 133:78,032@c | A real Grief I ne'er can find; 133:78,033@c | 'Till Thou prov'st Perjur'd or Unkind. 133:78,034@c | Contempt, and Poverty, and Care, 133:78,035@c | All we abhor, and all we fear, 133:78,036@c | Blest with Thy Presence, I can bear. 133:78,037@c | Thro' Waters, and thro' Flames I'll go, 133:78,038@c | Suff'rer and Solace of Thy Woe: 133:78,039@c | Trace Me some yet unheard-of Way, 133:78,040@c | That I Thy Ardour may repay; 133:78,041@c | And make My constant Passion known, 133:78,042@c | By more than Woman yet has done. 133:78,043@c | Had I a Wish that did not bear 133:78,044@c | The Stamp and Image of my Dear; 133:78,045@c | I'd pierce my Heart thro' ev'ry Vein, 133:78,046@c | And Die to let it out again. 133:78,047@c | No: VENUS shall my Witness be, 133:78,048@c | (If VENUS ever lov'd like Me) 133:78,049@c | That for one Hour I wou'd not quit 133:78,050@c | My Shepherd's Arms, and this Retreat, 133:78,051@c | To be the PERSIAN Monarch's Bride, 133:78,052@c | Part'ner of all his Pow'r and Pride; 133:78,053@c | Or Rule in Regal State above, 133:78,054@c | Mother of Gods, and Wife of JOVE. 133:78,055@c | \O happy these of Human Race!\ 133:78,056[A ]| But soon, alas! our Pleasures pass. 133:78,057[A ]| He thank'd her on his bended Knee; 133:78,058[A ]| Then drank a Quart of Milk and Tea; 133:78,059[A ]| And leaving her ador'd Embrace, 133:78,060[A ]| Hasten'd to Court, to beg a Place. 133:78,061[A ]| While She, his Absence to bemoan, 133:78,062[A ]| The very Moment He was gone, 133:78,063[A ]| Call'd THYRSIS from beneath the Bed; 133:78,064[A ]| Where all this time He had been hid. 133:78,000[' ]| <\MORAL.\> 133:78,065[A ]| WHILE Men have these Ambitious Fancies; 133:78,066[A ]| And wanton Wenches read Romances; 133:78,067[A ]| Our Sex will ~~ What? Out with it. Lye; 133:78,068[A ]| And Their's in equal Strains reply. 133:78,069[A ]| The Moral of the Tale I sing 133:78,070[A ]| (A Posy for a Wedding Ring) 133:78,071[A ]| In this short Verse will be confin'd: 133:78,072[A ]| Love is a Jest; and Vows are Wind. 133:79,000[' ]| <\Epitaph.\> 133:79,001[A ]| NOBLES, and Heralds by Your leave, 133:79,002[A ]| Here lyes what Once was MATTHEW*PRIOR, 133:79,003[A ]| The son of ADAM and of EVE, 133:79,004[A ]| Can STUART, or NASSAW go higher.