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For if a Lady conies to Town to see
Haft when the Breath of a good Name is gone,
Credulity, or t'e Inconstancy of Mankind. FOR the dull World most Honour pay to those
Who on their Understanding most impose. First Man creates, and then he fears the Eif, Thus others cheat him not, but he himself; He loaths the Subftance, and he loves the show, You'll ne'er convince a Fool, Himself is so : He hates Realities, and hugs the Cheat, And still the only Pleasure's the Deceit. So Meteors fatter with a dazling Dye, Which no Existence has but in the Eve. At distance Prospects please us, but when near, We find but delart Rocks, and feeting Air. From Stratagen to Stratagem we run, And he knows most who latest is undone. Mankind one Day serene and free appear, The next, they're cloudy, fullen, and fevere: New Passions, new Opinions still excite, And what they like at Noon, they leave at Night. They gain with Labour, what they quit with Ease, And Health, for want of Change, becomes Disease. Religion's bright Authority they dare, And yet are Slaves to fuperftitious Fear. They Counsel others, but themselves deceive, And tho' they're.cozen'd still, they still believe
The Infirmary, or Diseases.
NIGH the Recefs of Chaos and dutt Night,
Where Death maintains his dread tyrannick Sway In the clofe Covert of a Cypress Grove, Where Goblins frisk, and airy Spectres rove, Yawns a dark Cave, most formidably wide; And there the Monarch's Triumphs are descry’d. Confus’d, and wildly huddl’d to the Eye, The Beggar's Pouch, and Prince's Purple lye. Din Lamps with sickly Rays scarce seem to glow, Sighs heave in mournful Moans, and Tears o'erflow, Old mouldring Urns, pale Fear, and dark Distress, Make up the frightful Horror o'the Place. Within its dreadful Jaws those Furies wait, Which execute the harsh Decrees of Fate. * Febris is first. The Hag relentless Hears, The Virgin's Sighs; and fees the Infant's Tears. In her parch'd Eye-balls fiery Meteors reign; And restless Ferments revel in each Vein. Then † Hydrops next appears amongst the throng, Bloated, and big, she lowly fails along. Bat like a Miser, in excess she's poor; And pines for Thirst amidst her wat’ry Store. Now loathsom | Lepra, that offensive Spright, With ioul Eruptions stain'd, offends the Sight. Still deaf to Beauty's soft persuading Pow'r, Nor can bright Hebe's Charms her Bloom fecure. Whilst meager | Phthilis gives a silent blow; Her Stroaks are sure; but her advances Now.
* Feaver, † Droply, | Leprosy, #Confumption.
No loud Alarnis, nor fierce Assaults are shown:
Colonel Codrington to Sir Samuel Garth, on his
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