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When foes too faucily approach,
'Tis best to leave them fairly;
And carry me to Marly.
Go take some town, or buy it;
Te Deum sing in quiet!”
FROM THE GREEK,
GREAT Bacchus, born in thunder and in fire;
By native heat asserts his dreadful fire.
FRANK carves very ill, yet will palm all the meats;
He eats more than six, and drinks more than he eats. Four pipes after dinner he constantly smokes; And seasons his whiffs with impertinent jokes. let lighing, he says, we must certainly break; nd my cruel unkindness compels him to speak ; or of late I invite him—but four times a week.
TO John I ow'd great obligation ;
Sure John and I are more than quit.
V ES, every poet is a fool,
1 By demonstration Ned can show it. Happy, could Ned's inverted rule
Prove every fool to be a poet. .
Α Ν Ο Τ Η Ε R. :
So very hard thou lov'st to drive ;
It cost thee more in whips than hay.
TO A PERSON WHO WROTE ILL, AND
SPOKE WORSE AGAINST ME.
I YE, Philo, untouch'd, on my peaceable shelf;
Drunk with Helicon's waters and double-brew'd bub,
Be a linguist, a poet, a critic, a wag ;
To the damage alone of thy bookseller Brag.
Pursue me with fatire : what harm is there in't?
But from all viva voce reflection forbear : There can be no danger from what thou shalt print :
There may be a little from what thou may'st fwear.
THILE, fafter than his costive brain indites,
V Philo's quick hand in flowing letters writes : His case appears to me like honest Teague's, When he was run away with by his legs. Phoebus, give Philo o'er himself command ; Quicken his senses, or restrain his hand; Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink: So may he cease to write, and learn to think.
« QUID SIT FUTURUM CRAS FUGE QUÆRERE
FOR what to-morrow shall disclose
May spoil what you to-night propose :
A B A L
RE it ryght, or wrong, these men among on women
agayne : For late a man do what he can, theyr favour to attayne, Yet, yf á newe do them pursue, theyr fyrst true lover
than Laboureth for nought ; for from her thought he is a banyshed man.
B. I say nat, nay, but that all day it is bothe writ and sayd, That womens fayth is, as who sayth, all utterly de
: cayed: But, neverthelesse, ryght good wytnèffe in this case
might be layed, That they love true, and continue ; recorde the nota
browne mayde ;
Which, when her love came, her to prove, to her to
make his mone,
and fere, That she was in: nowe I begyn, so that ye me an
swère ; Wherfore, all ye, that present be, I pray you gyve an
ere :I am the knyght; I come by nyght, as secret as I can; Sayinge, Alas, thus ftandeth the case, I am a banyshed man.
yll use (To theyr own shame) women to blame, and causelesse
them accuse : Therfore to you I answere nowe, all women to excuse; Myne owne hart dere, with you what chere? I pray
you, tell anone; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you
It standeth so; a dede is do, whereof grete harme shall
growe; My destiny is for to dy a shamefull deth, I trowe ;