When foes too faucily approach, 'Tis beft to leave them fairly; FROM THE GREEK, GREAT Bacchus, born in thunder and in fire, By native heat afferts his dreadful fire. Nourish'd near fhady rills and cooling ftreams, FRANK EPIGRAM. RANK 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. Yet fighing, he fays, we must certainly break; And my cruel unkindnefs compels him to speak; For of late I invite him-but four times a week. } ΑΝ Ο. ANOTHER. O John I ow'd great obligation; To publish it to all the nation: ANOTHER. YES, every poet is a fool, By demonstration Ned can fhow it. Happy, could Ned's inverted rule ANOTHER. THY nags, the leaneft things alive! I heard thy anxious coachman fay, LYE, Philo, untouch'd, on my peaceable shelf; Nor take it amiss, that so little I heed thee: I've no envy to thee, and fome love to myself: thee? Drunk Drunk with Helicon's waters and double-brew'd bub, Purfue me with fatire: what harm is there in't? There can be no danger from what thou shalt print: ON THE SAME PERSON. WHILE, fafter than his coftive brain indites, Philo's quick hand in flowing letters writes: His cafe appears to me like honest Teague's, So 86 QUID SIT FUTURUM CRAS FUGE QUÆRERE OR what to-morrow fhall disclofe FOR May spoil what you to-night propose: 2 A BAL A BALLAD O F THE NOT BROWNE MA Y DE. BE WRITTEN THREE HUNDRED YEARS SINCE. A. E it ryght, or wrong, these men among on women de complayne; Affyrmynge this, how that it is a labour spent in vayne, To love them wele; for never a dele they love a man agayne: For late a man do what he can, theyr favour to attayne, Yet, yf a newe do them purfue, theyr fyrst true lover than Laboureth for nought; for from her thought he is a banyfhed man. B. I say nat, nay, but that all day it is bothe writ and sayd, That womens fayth is, as who fayth, all utterly decayed: But, nevertheleffe, ryght good wytnèsse in this case might be layed, That they love true, and continue; recorde the notbrowne mayde; So Prior.-Firft printed about 1521, says Capel.” Which, when her love came, her to prove, to her to make his mone, Wolde nat depart; for in her hart she loved but hym alone. A. Than betwayne us late us dyfcus what was all the manère Betwayne them two; we wyll alfo tell all the payne, and fere, That fhe was in: nowe I begyn, fo that ye me anfwere Wherfore, all ye, that prefent be, I pray you gyve an ere : I am the knyght; I come by nyght, as fecret as I can; Sayinge, Alas, thus ftandeth the cafe, I am a banyfhed man. B. And I your wyll for to fulfyll in this wyll nat refufe; Truftynge to fhewe in wordes fewe, that men have an yll ufe (To theyr own shame) women to blame, and causelesse them accufe: Therfore to you I anfwere 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 alone. A. It ftandeth fo; a dede is do, whereof grete harme shall growe; My deftiny is for to dy a fhamefull deth, I trowe; Or, |