And art grown up the most ungreatful Weight,
Harth to the Ear, and hideous to the Sight;
Yet Love's thy Bus'nefs, Beauty thy Delight.
Curfe on that filly Hour that first infpir'd
Thy Madness to pretend to be admir'd,
To paint thy griezly Face, to dance, to drefs,
And all thofe awkard Follies that express
Thy loathfome Love, and filthy Daintinefs;
Who needs will be an ugly Beau Garcon,
Spit at, and fhun'd by ev'ry Girl in Town,
Where dreadfully Loves Scarecrow thou art plac'd,
To fright the tender Flock that long to taffe:
While ev'ry coming Maid, when you appear,
Starts back for fhame, and straight turns Chafte
(for fear.
For none fo poor or Profitute have prov'd,
Where you made love, t' endure to be belov'd.
'Twere labour loft, or else I would advise,
But thy half Wit will ne're let the be wife:
Half-witty, and half-mad, and fcarce half-brave,
Half-honeft (which is very much a Knave)
Made up of all these halfs, thou canst not pafs
For any thing intirely but an Afs.
Rio Prefab as the World ipeaks of thee.
Ail on, poor feeble Scribler, fpeak of me
Sit fwelling in thy Hole like a vext Toad,
And full of Pox and Malice spit abroad;
Thou canst hurt no Man's Fame with thy ill word,
Thy Pen is full as harmless as thy Sword.
Seneca's Troas, A&. 2. Chorus.
Fter Death Nothing.is,and Nothing, Death,
The utmost Limits of a gafp of Breath:
Let the Ambitious Zealot lay afide
His Hopes of Heav'n(where Faith is but his Pride)
Let Slavish Souls lay by their Fear,
Nor be concern'd which way, nor where,
After this Life they fhall be hurl'd,
Dead, we become the Lumber of the World,
And to that Mafs of Matter fhall be swept,
Where things destroy'd with things unborn are kept.
Devouring Time fwallows us whole,
Impartial Death confounds Body and Soul:
For Hell, and the foul Friend, that rules
God's everlasting fiery Goals,
Devis'd by Rogues, dreaded by Fools,
c, (With his grim griezly Dog, that keeps the Door,)
Are fenflefs Stories, idle Tales,
Dreams, Whimfies, and no more.
Nothing, thou Elder Brother even to Shade,
Thou hadft a Being e're theWorld was made,
And (well fixt) art alone of ending not afraid.
E're Time & Place were, Time & Place were not,
When Primitive Nothing fomething straight begot,
Then all proceeded from the great United What?
3.
Something the general Attribute of all,
Sever'd from thee its fole Original,
Into thy boundless self must undistinguish'd fall.
Yet fomething did thy Mighty Pow's command,
And from thy fruitful Emptineffes Hand
Snatch Men, Beafts, Birds, Fire, Air and Land.
Matter, the wicked'ft off-spring of thy Race,
By Form affifted, flew from thy Embraces
And Rebel Light obfcur'd thy reverend dusky Face.
With Formand Matter, Time and Place did join, Body, thy Foe, with thee did Leagues combine, Tofpoil thy peaceful Realm,and ruin all thy Line.
But Turn-coat Time affifts the Foe in vain,.
And Brib'd by thee, affifts thy fhort-liv'd Reign,
And to thy hungry Womb drives back thy Slaves
Tho' Mysteries are barr'd from laick-Eyes,
And the Divine alone with Warrant pries
Into thy Bofom, where thy Truth in private lies:
Yet this of thee the Wife may freely say,
Thou from the Virtuous nothing tak'ft away,
And to be part of thee, the Wicked wifely pray.
10. Great
Great Negative, how vainly wou'd the Wife
Enquire, define, distinguish, teach, devise,
Didst thou not ftand to point their dullPhilofophies.
"Is, or Is not, the two great ends of Fate,
And true or falfe the Subject of Debate,
That perfect or destroy the vast designs of Fate.
When they have rack'd the Politicians Brea
Within thy Bofom moft fecurely reft,
And when reduc'd to thee, are leaft unsafe and
(beft. But Nothing, why do's Something still permit That Sacred Monarchs fhou'd at Council fit With Perfons highly thought,at best,for nothing fit? i4.
Whilft weighty Something modeftly abstains
From Princes Coffers,and from States-mens Brains,
And Nothing there like ftately Nothing reigns.
Nothing, who dwel'ft with Fools in grave difguife,
For whom the rev'rend Shapes and Forms devife,
Lawn-Sleeves, and Furs, and Gowns, when they
(like thee look Wife.
French Truth, Dutch Prowels, British Policy,
Hybernian Learning, Scotch Civility,
Spaniards Difpatch, Danes Wit,are mainly feen in
The Great Mans Gratitude to his best Friend, Kings Promifes, Whores Vows, towards thee they
(bend, Flow fwiftly into thee, and in thee ever end.
Upon his leaving his Mifrifs.
IS not that I'm weary grown
Of being yours, and yours alone,
But with what Face can lincline
To Damn you to be only mine?
You whom fome kinder Pow'r did fashion,
By Merit, and by Inclination.
The Joy at least of one whole Nation.
Let meaner Spirits of your Sex
With humbler Aims there Thoughts perplex,
And boaft if by their Arts they can
Contrive to make one happy Man;
Whilft mov'd with an impartial Sense,
Favours like Nature you difpenfe,
With Universal Influence.
See the kind receiving Earth
To ev'ry Grain affords a Birth;
On her no Show'rs unwelcom fall,
Her willing Womb retains them all,
And fhall my Celia be confin'd?
No, live up to thy mighty Mind,
And be the Miftrifs of Mankind.
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