NON PAREI L. LET others from the town retire, And in the fields feek new delight; My Phillis does fuch joys infpire, Beauties a country landfchape grace: More beauteous than in flowery field; To this each crystal stream must lead. Her Both light and vital heat they give; Cherish'd by them, my love takes root; Such fruit, I ween, did once deceive Yet fo delicious is its tafte, I cannot from the bait abftain, CHASTE CHASTE FLORIME L. No-I'll endure ten thousand deaths, Oh! Sir, no man on earth that breathes Oh! take your sword, and pierce my heart, Oh! will you act a Tarquin's part? And, hark ye! Madain, cry'd the Bawd, None of your flights, your high-rope dodging; Be civil here, or march abroad; Oblige the Squire, or quit the lodging. Oh! have I-Florimel went on- From From Delia's rage, and Fortune's frown, DOCTORS WHEN for ever. DIFFER. HEN Willis of Ephraim heard Rochester + preach, Thus Bentley faid to him, I pr'ythee, dear brother, How lik'ft thou this Sermon ? 'tis out of my reach. His is one way, faid Willis, and our's is another. I care not for carping; but, this I can tell, We preach very fadly, if he preaches well. E PI GRA M‡. MEEK Francis lies here, friend: without stop or stay, As you value your peace, make the best of your way. Though at prefent arrested by Death's caitiff paw, If he stirs, he may ftill have recourfe to the law. And in the King's-bench should a verdict be found, That by livery and seisin his grave is his ground, He will claim to himself what is strictly his due, And an action of trefpafs will straightway enfue, That you without right on his premiffes tread, On a fimple furmife that the owner is dead. Bishop of Gloucester, + Bp. Atterbury. See Atterbury's Letters, in Pope's Works, ed. 1751. On On Bishop ATTERBURY's burying the Duke of BUCKINGHAM, 1720. "I HAVE no hopes," the Duke he fays, and dies; "In fure and certain hopes," the Prelate cries: Of these two learned Peers, I pr'ythee, fay, man, Who is the lying Knave, the Prieft or Layman ? The Duke he stands an Infidel confeft, "He's our dear Brother," quoth the lordly Prieft. The Duke though Knave, ftill "Brother dear," he cries; And who can fay, the Reverend Prelate lies? UPON HON O U R. A FRAGMEN T. HONOUR, I fay, or honeft fame, I mean the fubftance, not the name; + Order of the Garter. ENIGMA. BY ENIGM A. OY birth I'm a flave, yet can give you a crown, I difpofe of all honours, myself having none; I'm oblig'd by just maxims to govern my life, Yet I hang my own mafter, and lie with his wife. When men are a-gaming, I cunningly sneak, And their cudgels and shovels away from them take. Fair maidens and ladies I by the hand get, And pick off their diamonds, though ne'er fo well fet. F ANOTHER. NORM'D half beneath, and half above the earth, THE OLD GENTRY. HAT all from Adam first began, THAT None but ungodly Woolston doubts; And that his fon, and his fon's fon, Were all but ploughmen, clowns, and louts. VOL. II. S Fach, |