THE SECRE TARY. WRITTEN AT THE HAGUE, MDCXCVI. WHILE with labour affiduous due pleasure I mix, And in one day atone for the bufinefs of fix, On my left-hand my Horace, a nymph on my right: I drive on my car in proceffional state. So with Phia through Athens Pififtratus rode; fide? And And is it enough for the joys of the day, So bleft as the Englishen Heer Secretar' is. THE REMEDY THE WORSE THAN DIS E A S E. I SENT for Ratcliffe; was so ill, That other doctors gave me over : He felt my pulfe, prefcrib'd his pill, And I was likely to recover. But, when the wit began to wheeze, I dy'd last night of my phyfician. UPON UPON THIS PASSAGE IN THE SCALIGERIANA. "Les Allemans ne ce foucient pas quel Vin ils boivent "pourveu que ce foit Vin, ni quel Latin ils parlent 66 pourveu que ce foit Latin." WHEN you with High-Dutch Heeren dine, Expect falfe Latin, and stumm'd wine; LORDS, knights, and 'fquires, the numerous band, That wear the fair Mifs Mary's fetters, Were fummon'd by her high command, II. My II. My pen among the rest I took, Left those bright eyes that cannot read Should dart their kindling fires, and look The power they have to be obey'd. III. Nor quality, nor reputation, Forbid me yet my flame to tell, For, while fhe makes her filk-worms beds V. She may receive and own my flame, For, though the ftricteft prudes should know it, She'll pafs for a moft virtuous dame, And I for an unhappy poet. Then too, alas! when the fhall tear VII. For, as our different ages move, 'Tis fo ordain'd, (would Fate but mend it!) That I fhall be paft making love, When she begins to comprehend it. PAR PARTIAL FAME. I. THE sturdy man, if he in love obtains, In open pomp and triumph reigns: The fubtile Woman, if she should fucceed, II. Though He, for all his boaft, is forc'd to yield, He vaunts his conquest, she conceals her shame; TO CHL O E. WHILST I am fcorched with hot defire, In vain cold friendship you return; Your drops of pity on my fire, Alas! but make it fiercer burn. Ah! would you have the flame fuppreft, то |