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Fix'd are those limits, which prescribe A short extent to the most lasting breath ; And though thou could'st for facrifice lay down Millions of other lives to save thy own,
'Twere fruitless all; not all would bribe One supernumerary gasp from death.
In vain 's thy inexhausted store
Of wealth, in vain thy power ;
Thy honours, titles, all must fail,
Where Piety itself can nought avail.
The rich, the great, the innocent, and just,
Must all be huddled to the grave,
With the most vile and ignominious slave,
And undistinguish'd lie in dust.
In vain the fearful flies alarms,
In vain he is secure from wounds of arms,
In vain avoids the faithless feas,
And is confin'd to home and ease,
Bounding his knowledge, to extend his days.
In vain are all those arts we try,
All our evasions, and regret to die:
From the contagion of mortality,
No clime is pure, no air is free :
And no retreat
Is so obscure, as to be hid from fate
Thou must, alas ! thou must, my friend;
(The very hour thou now dost spend
In studying to avoid, brings on thy end)
Thou must forego the dearest joys of life ;
Leave the warm bofom of thy tender wife,
And all the much-lov'd offspring of her womb,
To moulder in the cold embraces of a tomb.
All must be left, and all be lost;
Thy house, whose stately structure fo much cost,
Shall not afford
Room for the stinking carcase of its lord.
Of all thy pleasant gardens, grots, and bowers,
Thy coftly fruits, thy far-fetch'd plants and flowers,
Nought shalt thou save;
Or but a sprig of rosemary shalt have,
To wither with thee in the grave :
The rest shall live and flourish, to upbraid
Their transitory master dead.
Then shall thy long-expecting heir
A joyful mourning wear :
And riot in the waste of that estate
Which thou hast taken so much pains to get.
All thy hid stores he shall unfold,
And set at large thy captive gold.
That precious wine, condemn’d by thee, 'To vaults and prisons, shall again be free ; Bury'd alive though now it lies,
Again fhall rife;
Again its sparkling surface show,
And free as element profusely flow.
With such high food he shall set forth his feafts,
That'cardinals shall wish to be his guests;
And pamper'd prelates see
Themselves outdone in luxury.
LESS me, 'tis cold! how chill the air !
How naked does the world appcar!
But see (big with the offspring of the north)
The teeming clouds bring forth:
A shower of soft and fleecy rain
Falls, to new-cloath the earth again.
Behold the mountain-tops around,
As if with fur of ermins crown'd;
And lo! how by degrees
The universal mantle hides the trees,
In hoary flakes, which downward fly,
As if it were the Autumn of the sky :
Trembling, the groves sustain the weight, and bow
Like aged limbs, which feebly go
Beneath a venerable head of snow.
Diffusive cold does the whole earth invade,
Like a disease, through all its veins 'tis spread,
And each late living stream is numb'd and deado
Let's melt the frozen hours, make warm the air;
Let chearful fires Sol's feeble beams repair;
Fill the large bowl with sparkling wine;
Let 's drink 'till our own faces shine,
Till we like funs
To light and warm the hemisphere.
Wine can dispense to all both light and heat,
They are with wine incorporate :
That powerful juice, with which no cold dares mix,
Which still is fluid, and no frost can fix;
Let that but in abundance flow,
And let it storm and thunder, hail and snow,
'Tis heaven's concern; and let it be
The care of heaven still for me: Those winds, which rend the oaks and plough the feas,
Great Jove can, if he please,
With one commanding nod appease.
Seek not to know to-morrow's doom;
That is not ours, which is to come.
The present moment's all our store :
The next, should heaven allow,
Then this will be no more :
So all our life is but one instant now,
Look on each day you ’ve past
To be a mighty treasure won :
And lay each moment out in haste;
We're sure to live too fast,
And cannot live too soon.
Youth doth a thousand pleasures bring,
Which from decrepit age will fy;
The flowers that flourish in the spring,
In winter's cold embraces die.
Now Love, that everlasting boy, invites
To revel while you may, in soft delights :
Now the kind nymph yields all her charms,
Nor yields in vain to youthful arms.
Slowly she promises at night to meet,
But eagerly prevents the hour with swifter feet,
To gloomy groves and shades obscure she flies,
There veils the bright confession of her eyes.
Unwillingly she stays,
Would more unwillingly depart,
And in soft sighs conveys
The whispers of her heart.
Still the invites and still denies,
And yows she'll leave you if you 're rude ;
Then from her ravisher she flies,
But flies to be pursu'd :
If from his fight she does herself convey,
With a feignid laugh she will herself betray,
And çunningly instru&t him in the way,