M OR A L..

HIS commoner has worth and parts,

THIS

Is prais'd for arms, or lov'd för årts:

His head achs for a coronet :

And who is blefs'd that is not great?

Some fenfe, and more estate, kind heav'n
To this well-lotted peer has giv'n:
What then? He must have rule and fway:
And all is wrong, till he's in play."

The miser must take up his plumb,
And dares not touch the hoarded fum;
The fickly dotard wants a wife,
To draw off his last dregs of life.
Against our peace we arm our will:
Amidst our plenty, fomething ftill
For horfes, houfes, pictures, planting,
To thee, to me, to him is wanting.
That cruel fomething unpoff is'd
Corrodes, and leavens all the rest.
That fomething, if we could obtain,
Would foon create a future pain:
And to the coffin, from the cradle,
'Tis all a wifh, and all a ladle.

Written at PARIS, 1700.

In the beginning of KOBE'S GEOGRAPHY.

F

Of all that William rules, or Robe

Defcribes, great Rhea, of thy globe;
When or on poft-horse, or in chaise,
With much expence, and little ease, -
My deftin'd miles (fhall have gone,
By Thames or Macfe, by Po or Rhone,
And found no foot of earth my own;
Great mother, let me once be able
To have a garden, house, and stable;
That I may read, and ride, and plant,
Superior to defire, or want;

And as health fails, and years increase,
Sit down, and think, and die in peace.
Oblige thy fav'rite undertakers
To throw me in but twenty acres :
This number sure they may allow:
For pasture ten, and ten for plow:
'Tis all that I would with, or hope,
For me and John, and Nell, and Crop.
Then, as thou wilt, difpose the rest
(And let not fortune fpoil the jeft)
To those, who at the market-rate.
Can barter honour for estate.

Now if thou grant'st me my request,
To make thy vot'ry truly bleft,
Let curst revenge, and faucy pride
To fome bleak rock far off be ty'd;

Nor e'er approach my rural feat.
To tempt me to be bafe and great.

And, goddess, this kind office done,
Charge Venus to command her fon,
(Where-ever elfe the lets him rove)
To shun my house, and field, and grove:
Peace cannot dwell with hate or love.
Hear, gracious Rhea, what I say:
And thy petitioner shall pray.

Written in the beginning of MEZERAY's history of France.

I

WHATE'ER thy countrymen have done

By law and wit, by fword and gun,

In thee is faithfully recited:

And all the living world that view
Thy work, give thee the praises due,
At once instructed and delighted.

II.

Yet for the fame of all these deeds,

What beggar in the Invalides,

With lameness broke, with blindness fmitten,

Wish'd ever decently to die,

To have been either Mezeray,

Or any monarch he has written?

III.

It strange, dear author, yet it true is,
That down from Pharamond to Louis,
All covet life, yet call it pain :

All feel the ill, yet fhun the cure:
Can fenfe this paradox endure?

Refolve me, Cambray, or Fontaine.

IV.

The man in graver tragic known
(Tho' his best part long fince was done)
Still on the stage desires to tarry:*
And he who play'd the Harlequin,
After the jeft ftill loads the scene,
Unwilling to retire, tho' weary.

Written in the NOUVEAUX INTERESTS des PRINCES de l'EUROPE.

LEST be the princes, who have fought

For pompous names, or wide dominion;

Since by their error we are taught,

By Monfieur FONTENELLE.

MA petite ame, ma mignonne,

[vas,

Tu t'en vas donc, ma fille, et Dieu fçache où tu

Tu pars feulette, nüe, et tremblotante, helas!

Que deviendra ton humeur folichonne?

Que deviendront tant de jolis ébats?

IMITATED.

POOR little, pretty, flutt'ring thing,

Muft we no longer live together?

And dost thou prune thy trembling wing;
To take thy flight thou know'ft not whither?
Thy humorous vein, thy pleasing folly

Lies all neglected, all forgot:

And penfive, wav'ring, melancholy,

Thou dread'it and hop'st thou know'ft not what.

A paffage in the MORIAE ENCOMIUM Of
ERASMUS IMITATED.:

IN awful pomp, and melancholy flate,

See fettled Reafon on the judgment feat ; Around her croud Diftruft, and Doubt, and Fear, And thoughtful Forefight, and tormenting Care: Far from the throne, the trembling Pleasures ftand, Chain'd up, or exil'd by her ftern command. Wretched her fubjects, gloomy fits the queen; Till happy Chance reverts the cruel scene: And apish Folly with her wild refort Of wit and jeft difturbs the folemn court.