FROM THE

GREEK.

GREAT Bacchus, born in thunder and in fire,

By native heat afferts his dreadful fire.
Nourish'd near fhady rills and cooling ftreams,
He to the nymphs avows his amorous flames.
To all the brethren at the Bell and Vine,
The moral fays; mix water with your wine.

FRANK

carves very ill, yet will palm all the meats: He eats more than fix; and drinks more than he eats. Four pipes after dinner he constantly smokes ; And feafons his whifs with impertinent jokes. Yet fighing, he says, we must certainly break; And my cruel unkindness compels him to speak; For of late I invite him---but four times a week.

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A NO

To John I ow'd great obligation ;

But John, unhappily thought fit,
To publish it to all the nation :
Sure John and I are more than quit.

ANO THE R.

YES, every poet is a fool :

By demonftration Ned can show it : Happy, could Ned's inverted rule Prove every fool to be a poet.

ANOTHER,

THY

HY nags, (the leaneft things alive)
So very hard thou lov'ft to drive;
I heard thy anxious coachman fay,
It coft thee more in whips than hay.

TO

A PERSON WHO WROTE ILL,

AND

SPOKE WORSE AGAINST ME.

LYE, Philo, untouch'd on my peaceable shelf;

Nor take it amiss, that so little I heed thee: I've no envy to thee, and fome love to my felf: Then why fhould I anfwer; fince firft I must read

thee?

Drunk with Helicon's waters and double brew'd bub,
Be a linguist, a poet, a critic, a wag;
To the folid delight of thy well-judging club,
To the damage alone of thy bookfeller Brag.

Purfue me with fatyr: what harm is there in't?
But from all VIVA VOCE reflection forbear:
There can be no danger from what thou shalt print:

There may be a little from what thou may'st swear.

ΟΝ

ON THE SAME PERSON.

WHILE, fafter than his coftive brain indites,

Philo's quick hand in flowing letters writes;
His cafe appears to me like honest Teague's,
When he was run away with, by his legs.
Phœbus, give Philo o'er himself command;
Quicken his fenfes, or reftrain his hand;
Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink:
may he cease to write, and learn to think.

So

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QUID SIT FUTURUM CRAS FUGE QUÆRERE."

FOR what to-morrow shall disclose,

May spoil what you to-night propose:
England may change; or Cloe ftray:
Love and life are for to-day.

BE

E it ryght, or wrong, these men among on women do complayne;

Affyrmynge this-how that it is a labour spent in

vayne,

To love them wele; for never a dele thy love a man

agayne:

For late a man do what he can, theyr favour to at

tayne,

Yet,

*This ancient poem was originally printed in an old black letter book, intitled, THE CUSTOMES OF LONDON OR ARNOLDE'S CHRONICLE, which Mr. Capell fuppofes appeared about the year 1521. According to that gentleman's opinion" It was certainly written in the beginning "of the fixteenth century, and not fooner: the curious in "thefe matters, who fhall conceive a doubt of what is here "afferted thro' remembrance of what he has feen advanced by

"a poet