O dearest Andrew, fays the humbie droll,
Henceforth may I obey and thou control;
Provided thou impart thy ufetul fkill-
Bow then, fays Andrew, and for once I will.-
Be of your patron's mind, whate'er he fays;
Sleep very much; think little, and talk lefs:
Mind neither good nor bad, nor right nor wrong,
But eat your pudding, flave, and hold your tongue.
A rev'rend prelate ftopp'd his coach-and-fix
To laugh a little at our Andrew's tricks:
But when he heard him give this golden rule,
Drive on (he cry'd) this fellow is no fool.

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GAULTERUS DANISTONUS

AD AMICOS.

UM ftudeo fungi fallentis munere vitæ,
Adfectoque viam fedibus Ely fiis,

Aretoa florens Sophiâ, Samiifque fuperbus
Difcipulis, animas morte carere cano.
Has ego corporibus profugas ad fidera mitto;
Sideraque ingreffis otia blanda dico;
Qualia conveniunt divis, queis fata volebant
Vitäi faciles mollitèr ire vias:

Vinaque coelicolis media inter gaudia libo;
Et me quid majus fufpicor effe viro,
Sed fuerint nulli forfan, quos fpondeo, cœli;
Nullaque fint Ditis numina, nulla Jovis :
Fabula fit terris agitur, quæ vita relictis;
Quique fuperftes homo; qui nihil, efto Deus.
Attamen effe hilares, et inanes mittere curas
Proderit, ac vitæ commoditate frui,
Et feftos agitâffe dies, ævique fugacis
Tempora perpetuis detinuifle jocis.
His me parentem præceptis occupet orcus,
Et mors; feu divum, feu nihil effe velit ;
Nam fophia ars illa eft, quæ fallere fuavitèr horas
Admonet, atque orci non timuiffe minas.

IMITATED.

STUDE

TUDIOUS the bufy moments to deceive,
That fleet between the cradle and the grave,
I credit what the Grecian dictates say,

And Samian founds o'er Scotia's hills convey.
When mortal man refigns his tranfient-breath
The body only I give o'er to death;

The parts diffolv'd and broken frame I mourn:
What came from earth I fee to earth return.
The immaterial part, th' ethereal soul,

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Nor can change vanquish, nor can death control. to
Glad I release it from its partner's cares,
And bid good angels waft it to the stars:
Then in the flowing bowl I drown thofe fighs,
Which, fpite of wildom, from our weakness rife.
The draught to the dead's mem'ry I commend,
And offer to thee now, immortal friend :
But if oppos'd to what my thoughts approve,
Nor Pluto's rage there be, nor pow'r of Jove,
On its dark fide if thou the profpe&t take,
Grant all forgot beyond black Lethe's lake;
In total death fuppofe the mortal lie,
No new hereafter, nor a future sky;
Yet bear thy lot content, yet cease to grieve;
Why ere death comes doft thou forbear to live?
The little time thou haft 'twixt instant now
And Fate's approach is all the god's allow;
And of this little haft thou ought to spare
To fad reflection and corroding care?
The moments paft, if thou art wife, retrieve
With pleafant mem'ry of the blifs they gave.
The prefent hours in prefent mirth employ,
And bribe the future with the hopes of joy ;
The future (few or more, howe'er they be)
Where deftin'd erft, nor can by Fate's decree
Be now cut off betwixt the grave and thee.

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CHANSON.

UE fais tu bergere dans ce beau verger
Tu ne fonge gueres à me foulager?
Tu connois ma flamme, tu vois ma langueur.
Prens belle inhumaine pitié de mon cœur.

II.

Dequoy te plains tu malheureux berger?
Que n'ay je point fait pour te foulager!
J'ay quitté la plaine, mon troupeau mon chien,
Prend on tant de peine quand on n'aime rein.

IMITATED. ·

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W Forfaking her fwain and neglecting his love?

WHY thus from the plain does my fhepherdefs rove,

You have heard all my grief, you fee how I die,
Oh! give fome relief to the swain whom you fly.
II.

How can you complain, or what am I to fay,
Since my dog lies unfed, and my sheep run aftray?
Need I tell what I mean that I languifh alone!
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THE LADY'S LOOKING-GLASS.

ELIA and I the other day

Walk'd o'er the fandhills to the fea;

The fetting fun adorn'd the coast,
His beams entire, his fiercenefs loft;
And, on the furface of the deep
The winds lay, only not asleep:
The nymph did, like the fcene, appear
Serenely pleafant, calmly fair;
Soft fell her words as flew the air.
With fecret joy I heard her fay,
That fhe would never mifs one day
A walk fo fine, a fight fo gay.

But, oh the change! the winds grow high;
Impending tempefts charge the fky;
The lightning flies, the thunder roars,
And big waves lafh the frighten'd shores.
Struck with the horror of the fight,
She turns her head, and wings her flight,
And, trembling, vows fhe'll ne'er again
Approach the hore or view the main.

Once more, at least, look back, said I,
Thyfelf in that large glass defcry;
When thou art in good humour dreft,
When gentle reafon rules thy breast,
The fun, upon the calmest sea,
Appears not half fo bright as thee:
'Tis then that with delight I rove
Upon the boundless depth of love;
I blefs my chain, I hand my oar,
Nor think on all I left on fhore.

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Do that dear foolish bofom tear,

But when vain doubt and groundless fear

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When the big lip and wat'ry eye

Tell me the rifing ftorm is nigh,
'Tis then thou art yon' angry main,
Deform'd by winds and dafh'd by rain,
And the poor failor, that must try
Its fury, labours less than I.

Shipwreck'd, in vain to land I make,
While Love and Fate ftill drive me back :

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Forc'd to dote on thee thy own way,

I chide thee firft, and then obey.

Wretched when from thee, vex'd when nigh,
I with thee or without thee die.

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THE LADY

WHO OFFERS HER LOOKING-GLASS TO VENUS.

VENUS, take my votive glafs,

VENU

Since I am not what I was;

What from this day I fhall be,
Venus, let me never fee.

THE CHAMELEON.

S the Chameleon, who is known

But borrows from his neighbours' hue
His white or black, his green or blue,
And struts as much in ready light,
Which credit gives him upon fight,
As if the rainbow were in tail
Settled on him and his heirs-male;

So the young 'fquire, when firft he comes
From country fchool to Will's or Tom's,
And equally in truth is fit

To be a ftatefman or a wit,
Without one notion of his own,
He faunters wildly up and down,
Till fome acquaintance, good or bad,
Takes notice of a staring lad,

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Admits him in among the gang;

They jeft, reply, difpute, harangue;

He acts and talks as they befriend him,

Smear'd with the colours which they lend him.
Thus merely as his fortune chances
His merit or his vice advances.
If haply he the sect pursues
That read and comment upon news,
He takes up their mysterious face;
He drinks his coffee without lace:
This week his mimic tongue runs o'er
What they have said the week before;
His wifdom fets all Europe right,

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Or if it be his fate to meet

With folks who have more wealth than wit,

He loves cheap Port and double bub,

And fettles in the Humdrum club:

He learns how ftocks will fall or rife ;
Holds poverty the greatest vice ;

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