'Tis done. What's done, You drunken Bear? You've thrust your Finger G-d knows where. A DUTCH PROVER B. FIRE, Water, Woman, are Man's Ruin ; Says wife Profeffor VANDER BRÜIN. By Flames a House I hir'd was loft This Spring the Rains o'erflow'd my Ground: PAULO PAULO PURGANTI And his WIFE: An Honest, but a Simple Pair. Eft enim quiddam, idque intelligitur in omni Virtute, quod Deceat: quod Cogitatione magis à Virtute poteft quam Re feparari. Cic. de Off. L. 2. EYOND the fix'd and fettl'd Rules BE Of Vice and Virtue in the Schools, Beyond the Letter of the Law, Which keeps our Men and Maids in Awe, For 'tis in Life, as 'tis in Painting: Much may be Right, yet much be Wanting: The TITIAN Stroke, the GUIDO Air; Το To niceft Judgment fhow the Piece ; It would not gain on JERSEY'S Eye: The Action may be well defign'd; As KNAGS and BURGESS cannot hit ;-- Of WICHERLEY or CONGREVE's Wit. And where will this dry Moral end? May serve to make this THESIS clear. read on She to Intrigues was ev'n hard-hearted: They should be hang'd, or ftarv'd, or flead, Yet in an honeft Way, the Dame Between the Gay and the Severe, Thus tho' She strictly did confine Filthy Concomitant of Claret! (Bleft Revolution!) one might fee Eringo Roots, and Bohé Tea. She often fet the Doctor's Band, And strok'd his Beard, and fqueez'd his Hand; He went to pore on Books too foon :- To reft a little on the Couch: About About his Waste in Bed a-nights She clung fo clofe for fear of Sprites. The Doctor understood the Call; But had not always wherewithal. The Lion's Skin too short, you know, The Enemy, He could not beat ; One Day then, as the Foe drew near, To ward against the coming Blow: To ward but how? Ay, there's the Question : The Doctor feign'd a ftrange Surprise : He felt her Pulse: he view'd her Eyes: He judg'd it absolutely good, That She should purge and cleanse her Blood. SPAW |