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And though its errour may be such,

Our Don, who knew this tittle-tattle As Knags and Burgess cannot hit;

Did, sure as trumpet, call to battle, It yet may feel the nicer touch

'Thought it extremely à propos, Of Wicherley's or Congreve's wit.

To ward against the coming blow: “ What is this talk?” replies a friend,

To ward: but how? Aye, there's the question; “ And where will this dry moral end?

Fierce the assault, unarm'd the bastion. The truth of what you here lay down

The doctor feign'd a strange surprise: By some example should be shown."

He felt her pulse; he view'd her eyes: "With all my heart-for once; read on.

That beat too fast, these roll’d too quick; An honest, but a simple pair

She was, he said, or would be sick: (And twenty other I forbear)

He judg'd it absolutely good, May serve to make this thesis clear.”

That she should purge, and cleanse her blood. A doctor of great skill and fame,

Spa waters for that end were got: Paulo Purganti was his name,

If they past easily or not, Had a good, comely, virtuous wife;

What matters it? the lady's fever No woman led a better life:

Continued violent as ever. She to intrigues was ev'n hard-hearted :

For a distemper of this kind, She chuckled when a bawd was carted;

(Blackmore and Hans are of my mind) And thought the nation ne'er would thrive,

If once it youthful blood infects, Till all the whores were burnt alive.

And chiefly of the female sex, On married men, that dar'd be bad,

Is scarce remov'd by pill or potion; She thought no mercy should be had;

Whate'er might be our doctor's notion. They should be hang'd, or starv'd, or Acad,

One luckless night, then, as in bed Or serv'd like Romish priests in Swede.

The doctor and the dame were laid; In short, all lewdness she defied :

Again this cruel fever came, And stiff was her parochial pride.

High pulse, short breath, and blood in flame. Yet, in an honest way, the dame

What measures shall poor Paulo keep Was a great lover of that same ;

With madain in this piteons taking? And could frotn Scripture take her cue,

She, like Macbeth, has murder'd sleep, That husbands should give wives their due.

And won't allow him rast, though waking. Her prudence did so justly steer

Sad state of matters! when we dare Between the gay and the severe,

Not ask for peace, nor offer war; That if, in some regards, she chose

Nor Livy nor Comines have shown To curb poor Paulo in too close ;

What in this juncture may be done. In others she relax'd again,

Grotius might own, that Paulo's case is And govern'd with a looser rein.

Harder than any which he places Thus though she strictly did confine

Amongst his Belli and his Pacis. The doctor from excess of wine:

He strove, alas! but strove in vain, With oysters, eggs, and vermicelli,

By dint of loric, to maintain She let bim almost burst his belly:

That all the sex was born to grieve, Thus drying coffee was denied;

Down to her ladyship from Eve. But chocolate that loss supplied :

He ranged his tropes, and preach'd up paAnd for tobacco, (who could bear it?)

tience, Filthy concomitant of claret,

Back's his opinion with quotations, (Blest revolution !) one might see

Divines and inoralists; and run ye on Eringo roots, and Bohea tea.

Quite through from Seneca to Bunyan.
She often set the doctor's band,

As much in vain he bid her try
And strok'd his beard, and squeez'd his hand : To fold her arms, to close her eye ;
Kindly complain'd, that after noon

Telling her, rest would do her good,
He went to pore on books too soon:

If any thing in nature could : She held it wholesoiner by much,

So held the Greeks, quite down from Galen, To rest a little on the couch:

Masters and princes of the calling: About his waist in bed a-nights

So all our modern friends maintain She clung so close for fear of sprites.

(Though no great Greeks) in Warwick-lane. The doctor understood the call;

Reduce, my Muse, the wandering song: But had not always wherewithal.

A tale should never be too long. The lion's skin too short, you know,

The more he talk'd, the more she burn'd, (As Plutarch's morals finely show)

And sigh'd, and tost, and groan'd, and turn'd: Was lengthen'd by the fox's tail;

At last, “ I wish,” said she, “my dear And art supplies, where strength may fail. And whisper'd something in his eat. Unwilling then in arms to meet

You wish !-wish on," the doctor cries : The enemy she could not beat;

“ Lord! when will womankind be wise? He strove to lengthen the campaign,

What, in your waters ?-åre you mad? And save his forces by chicane.

Why poison is not half so bad. Fabius, the Roman chief, who thus

I'll do it—but I give you warning: By fair retreat grew Maximus,

You'll die before tomorrow inorning."-Shows us, that all that warrior can do,

'Tis kind, my dear, what you advise," With force inferior, is cunctando.

The lady, with a sigli, replies: One day, then, as the foc drew near,

But life, you know, at best, is pai; With love, and joy, and life, and dear;

And death is what we should disdain.

So do it therefore, and adieu :
For I will die for love of you. -
Let wanton wives by Death be scar'd;
But, to my comfort, I'm prepar’d.”

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THE LADLE,
The sceptics think, 'twas long ago,
Since gords caine down incognito,
To sce who were their friends or foes,
And how our actions fell or rose :
That since they gave things their beginning,
Aurl set this whirligig a-spinning,
Supine they in their Heaven remain,
Exempt from passion, and from pain :
And frankly liare us human elves,
To cut and shuille for ourselves;
To stand or walk, to rise or tumble,
As matter and as motion jumble.

The ports now and painters hold
This thesis both absurd and bold :
And your good-natur'd goals, they say,
Descend some twice or thrice a-day:
Else all these things we toil so hard in
Would not avail one single farthing:
For, when the hero we rehearse,
To grace his actions and our verse;
'Tis not by dint of human thought,
That to his Latium he is brought;
Iris descends by Fate's commands,
To guide his steps through foreign lands:
And Amphitrite elears the way
From rocks and quicksands in the sea.

And if you see him in a sketch,
(Though drawn by Paulo or Carache)
He shows not half his force and strength,
Strutting in armour, and at length :
That he may make his proper figure,
The piece must yet be four yards bigger:
The nymphs conduct him to the field;
One holds his sword, and one his shield;
Mars, standing by, asserts his quarrel;
And Fame flies after with a laure).

These points, I say, of speculation,
(.'s 'twere to save or sipk the nation)
Men idly learned will dispute,
Assert, object, confirm, refute :
Each mighty angry, mighty right,
With equal arms sustain'd the fight;
Till now no uinpire can agree 'em:
So both draw off, and sing Te Deum.

Is it in equilibrio,
If dities descend or no?
Then let th' affirmative prevail,
As requisite to form my tale :
For by all parties 'tis confest,
That those opinions are the best,
Whib in their nature most conduce
To present ends, and private use.

Two gois came therefore from above,
One Mercury, the other Jove :
The humour was, it seems, to know,
If all the favours they bestow
Could from our own perverseness ease us;
And if our wish enjoy'd, would please us,
Discoursing largely on this theme,
O'er lills and dales their godslijps came į

Till, well nigh tird, at almost night,
They thought it proper to alight.

Note here, that it as true as odd is,
That in disguise a god or goddess
Exerts no supernatural powers;
But acts on maxims much like ours.
They spied at last a country farın,
Where all was snug, and clean, and warm
For woods before, and hills behind,
Secur'd it both from rain and wind :
Large oxen in the field were lowing;
Good grain was sow'd; good fruit was growing
Of last year's corn in barns great store ;
Fat turkeys gobbling at the door;
And Wealth, in short, with Peace consented,
That people here should live contented;
“But did they in effect do so?"
“ Have patience, friend, and thou shalt know."

The honest farmer and his wife,
To years declin’d from prime of life,
Had struggled with the marriage noose,
As almost every couple does.
Sometimes, “My plague!" sometimes, “My dar-
Kissing to-day, to-morrow snarling,
Jointly subinitting to endure
That evil, which admits no cure.
Our gods the outward gate unbarr'd :
Our fariper met them in the yard;
Thought they were folks that lost their ways
And ask'd thein civilly to stay :
Told them, for supper, or for bed,
They might go on, and be worse sped.

So said, so done; the gods consent:
All three into the parlour went:
They compliment; they sit; they chat;
Fight o'er the wars; reform the state:
A thousand knotty points they clear,
Till supper and my wife appear.

Jove made his leg, and kiss'd the dame e
Obsequious Hermes did the same.
“ Jove kiss'd the farmer's wife !” you say.
" He did—but in an honest way:
Oh! not with half that warmth and life,
With which he kiss'd Amphitryon's wife.”

Well, then, things handsomely were servidor
My mistress for the strangers carv'd.
How strong the beer, how good the meat,
Ilow loud they laugh’d, how much they eat,
In epic sumptuous would appear;
Yet shall be pass’d in silence here:
Tor I should grieve to have it said,
That, by a fine description led,
I made my episode too long,
Or tir'd my friend, to grace my song.

The graco-cup serv'd, the cloth away.
Jove thought it tiine to show his play:
“ Landlord and landlady," he cried,

Folly and jesting laid aside,
That ye thus hospitably live,
And strangers with good cheer receive,
Is mighty grateful to your betters,
And makes e'en gulls themselves your debtorien
To give this thesis plainer proof,
You have to-night beneath your roof
A pair of gods, (nay, never wonder)
This youth can fly, and I can thunder.
I'm Jupiter, and le Mercurius,
My page, my sou indeed, but spurious.
Form then three wishes, you anul madam
And sure as you already bad 'em,

a Ladle!

The things desir'd, in half an hour,
Shall all be here, and in your power."

“ Thank you, great gods,” the woman says: Oh! may your altars ever blaze ! A Ladle for our silver-dish Is what I want, is what I wish."

A Ladle!” cries the man,
Odzooks, Corisca, you have pray'd ill;
What should be great, you turn to farce;
I wish the Ladle in your a-"

With equal grief and shame, my Muse
The sequel of the tale pursues ;
The Ladle fell into the room,
And stuck in old Corisca's bum.
Our couple weep two wishes past,
And kindly join to form the last;,
To ease the woman's aukward pain,
And get the Ladle out again.

To those who, at the market-rate,
Can barter honour for estate.

Now, if thou giant'st me my request,
To make thy votury truly blest,
Let curst Revenge and saucy Pride
To some bleak rock far off be tied ;
Nor c'er approach my rural seat,
To tempt me to be base and great.

And, goddess, this kind office done, Charge Venus to command her son (Where-ever else she lets him rore) To shun my house, and field, and grove a Peace cannot dwell with Hate or Love.

Hear, gracious Rhéa, what I say : And thy petitioner shall pray.

WRITTEN IN THE BEGINNINGOF

MORAL.

MEZERAY'S HISTORY OF FRANCE.

Tous commoner hath worth and parts,
Is prais'd for arms, or lov'd for arts ;
His head aches for a coronet :
And who is bless'd that is not great?

Some sense, and more estate, kind Heaven
To this well-lotted peer has given :
What then? He must have rule and sway;
And all is wrong, till he's in play.

The miser must make up his plumb,
And darís not touch the hoarded sum;
The sickly dotard wants a wife,
To draw off his last dregs of life.

Against our peace we arm our will:
Amidst our plenty, something still
For horses, houses, pictures, planting,
To thee, to me, to him, is wanting.
The cruel something unpossessid,
Corrodes, and leavens all the rest.
That something, if we could obtain,
Would soon create a future pain :
And to the coffin, from the cradle,
*Tis all a wish, and all a Ladle.

Whate'er thy countrymen have done,
By law and wit, by sword and gun,

In thee is faitlxfully recited :
And all the living world, that view
Thy work, give thee the praises due,

At once instructed and deligiited.
Yet, for the fame of all these detds,
What beggar in the Invalids,

With lameness broke, with blindness smittes
Wish'd ever decently to die,
To have been either Mczeray,

Or any monarch he has written.
It's strange, dear author, yet it true is,
That, down from Pharamond to Louis,

All covet life, yet call it pain;
All feel the ill, yet shun the cure:
Can sense this paradox endure?

Resolve me, Cambray or Fontaine. The man, in graver tragic known, ('Though his best part long since was done)

Still on the stage desires to tarry : And he, who play'd the Harleyuin, After the jest still loads the scene,

Unwilling to retire, though weary.

WRITTEN IN THE

WRITTEN AT PARIS, 1700, IN THE BEGINNING OF ROBE'S GEOGRAPIIY. Of all that William rules, or Robe Describes, great Rhéa, of thy globe; When or on post-horse, or in chaise, With much expense, and little ease, My destin'd miles I shall have gone, By Thames or Maese, by Po or Rhone, And found no foot of earth my own; Great Mother, let me once be able To have a garden, house, and stable; That I may read, and ride, and plant, Superior to desire or want; And as health fails, and years increase, Sit down and think, and die, in peace. Oblige thy favourite undertakers To throw me in but twenty acres : This number sure they may allow; For pastures ten, and ten for plow: 'Tis all that I could wish or hope, For me and John, and Nell and Crop.

Then, as thou wilt, dispose the rest (And let not Fortune spoil the jest)

NOUVEAUX INTERETS DES PRINCES DE L'EUROPE. Blest be the princes, who have fought

For pompous names, or wide dominion ; Since by their errour we are taught

That happiness is but opinion !

ADRIANI MORIENTIS AD ANIMAN

SUAM,

ANIMula, vagula, blandula, Hospes, comesque corporis, Quæ nunc abibis in loca, Pallidula, rigida, nudula ? Nec, ut soles, dabis joca.

A PASSAGE IN THE

IMITATED.

Finding the wretched all they here can have,

But present food, and but a future grave:
BY MONSIEUR FONTEXELLE,

Each, great as Philip's victor son, sbail view Bfa petite ame, ma mignonne,

This abject world, and, weeping, ask a new. Tu t'en vas donc, ma fille, & Dieu sache où tu vas : Decrepit Age shall read thee, and confess Tu pars seulette, nuë, & tremblotante, helas ! Thy labours can assuage, where med'eines cease; Que deviendra ton humeur folichonne !

Shall bless thy words, their wounded soul's relief, Que deviendront tant de jolis ébats ?

The drops that sweeten their last dregs of life;

Shall look to Heaven, and lauglı at all beneath ; IMITATED.

Own riches, gather'd, trouble ; faine, a breath;

And life an ill, whose only cure is death. Poor, little, pretty, Auttering thing,

Thy even thoughts with so much plainness flow, Must we no longer live together?

Their sense untutor’d infancy may know : And dost thon prune thy trembling wing,

Yet to such height is all that plainness wronght, To take thy flight thou know'st not whither?

Wit may admire, and letter'd Pride be taught. Thy humourous vein, thy pleasing folly, .

Easy in words thy style, in sense sublime, Lies all neglected, all forgot :

On its blest steps each age and sex may rise ; And pensive, wavering, melancholy,

'Tis like the ladder in the Patriarch's dream, Thou dread'st and hop'st thou know's not what.

Its foot on Earth, its height above the skies :
Diffus'd its virtue, boundless is its power ;
'Tis public health, and universal cure;
Of heaveuly manna 'tis a second feast;
A nation's food, and all to every taste.

To its last lyight mad Britain's guilt was rear'd; MORIÆ ENCOMIUM OF ERASMUS

And various death for various crimes she fear'd.
With your kind work her drooping hopes revive;

You bid her read, repent, adcie, and live :
Ix awful pomp, and melancholy state,

You wrest the bolt from Heaven's avenging hand; See settled Reason on the judgment seat :

Stop ready Death, and save a sinking land. Around her crowd Distrust, and Doubt, and fear, 0! save us still: still bless us with thy stay: And thoughtful Foresight, and tormenting Care : 0! want thy Heaven, till we have learnt the way! Far from the throne, the trembling Pleasures stand, Refuse to leave thy dustin'd charge too soon ; Chain'd up, or exil'd by her stern command. And, for the church's good, defer thy own. Wretched her subjects, gloomy sits the queen ; 0! live; and let thy works urge our belief ; . Till happy Chance reverts the cruel scene; Live to explain thy doctrine by thy life; And apish Folly, with her wild resort

Till future infancy, baptiz'd by thee, Of wit and jest, disturbs the soleinn court.

Grow ripe in years, and old in piety; Sse the fantastic minstrelsy advance,

Till Christians, yet unborn, be taught to die To breathe the song, and animate the dance.

Then, in full age and hoary holiness, Blest the usurper! happy the surprise!

Retire, great teacher! to thy promis'd bliss : Her minic postures catch our eager eyes; Untouch'd thy toub, uninjur'd be thy dust, Her jingling bells affect our captive ear;

As thy own fame among the future just; And in the sights we see, and sounds we hear, Till in last sounds the dreadful trumpet speaks ; Against our judginent, she our sense employs; Till Judgment calls, and quicken'd Nature wakes ; The laws of troubled Reason she destroys,

Till, through the utmost earth, and deepest sea, And in their place rejoices to indite

Our scatter'd atoms find their destin'd way,
Wild sehemes of mirth, and plans of loose delight. In haste, to clothe their kindred souls again,

Perfect our state, and build immortal man:
Then fearless thou, who well sustain'dst the fight,

To paths of joy, or tracts of endless light,
TO DR. SHERLOCK,

Lead up all those who heard thee, and belier'd ;

'Midst thy own Bock, great shepherd ! be receiv'd; PRACTICAL DISCOURSE COXCERNING DEATH.

And glad all Heaven with millions thou hast sav'd. Forcise the Muse, who, in unballow'd strains, The saint one moment from bis God detains: For sure, whate'er you do, where-e'er you are, 'Tis all but one good work, one constant prayer :

CARMEN SECULARE,
Forgive her ; and entreat that God, to whom

FOR THE YEAR 1700.
Thy favourd vows with kind acceptance come,
To raise her notes to that sublime degree,

TO THE KING.
Which suits a song of piety and thee.
Wondrous good inan! whose labours may repel

Aspice, venturo lætentur ut omnia seculo: The force of Siu, may stop the rage of Hell;

O mibi tam longe inaneat pars ultima vitæ, Thou, like the Baptist, from thy God wast sent,

Spiritus & quantum sat erit tua dicere facta ! The crying voice, to bid the world repent.

Virg. Eclog. iv., The youth shall study, and no more engage Their flattering wishes for uncertain age; No more, with fruitless care and cheated strife, The elder look, great Janus, cast Chase fleeting Pleasure through this maze of life ; Into the long records of ages past :

OX HIS

Review the years in fairest action drest

Till Heaven a better race of men supplies : With noted white, superior to the rest;

And glory sboots new beams from western skies, Æras deriv'd, and chronicles begun,

Turn then to Pharamond and Charlemain,
From cmpires foundkd, and from battles won ;
Show all the spoils by valiant kings achiev'd,

And the long heroes of the Gallic strain ;
And groanjog nations by their arms reliev'd;

Experienc'd chiefs, for hardy prowess known, The wounds of patriots in their country's cause,

And bloody wreaths in venturous battles ron.

From the first William, our great Norman king, And happy power sustain'd by wholesome laws; In comely rank call every merit forth,

The bold Plantagenets and Tudors bring;

Hlustrious virtues, who by turns have rose
Imprint on every act its standard-worth ;
The glorious parallels then downward bring

In foreign fields to check Britannia's focs;
To modern wonders, and to Britain's king ;

With happy laus her empire so sustain, With equal justice, and historic care,

And with full power asserther ambient main. Their laws, their toils, their arms with his compare ;

But sometimis, too industrious to be great,

Nor patient to expect the turns of fate,
Confoss the various attributes of Fame
Collected and complete in William's name;

They open'd camps, deform'd by civil fight,

And made proud conquest trample orer right: To all the listening world relate

Disparted Britain mourn'd their doubtful sway, (As thou dost his story read)

And dreaded both, when neither would obey.
That nothing went before so great,
And yathing greater can succeed.

From Didier and imperial Adolph trace

The glorious offspring of the Nassau race, Thy native Latium was thy darling care,

Devoted lives to public liberty ; Prudent in peace, and terrible in war :

The chief still lying, or the country free. The boldest virtues that have govern's Earth

Then see the kindred blood of Orange flow, From Latium's fruitful womb derive their birth.

From warlike Cornet, through the lines of Beau; Then turn to her fair-written page;

Through Chalon next, and there with Nassau join, From dawning childhood to establish'd age

From Rhone's fair banks transplanted to the Rhine. The glories of her empire trace;

Bring next the royal list of Stuarts forth, Confront the heroes of tlıy Roman race;

Undaunted minds, that ruld the rugged North : And let the justest palm the victor's temples grace. Till Heaven's decrees by ripening times are shown; The son of Mars reduc'd the trembling swains,

Till Scotland's kings ascend the English throne; And spread his empire o'er the distant plains :

And the fair rivals live for ever one. But yet the Sabins' violated charms

Janus, mighty deity, Obscur'd the glory of his rising arms.

Be kind; and, as thy searching eye Numa the rights of strict religion knew;

Does our modern story trace, On every altar laid the incense due ;

Finding some of Stuart's race Unskill'd to dart the pointed spear,

Unhappy, pass their annals by: Or lead the forward youth to noble war.

Nor harsh reflection let remenzbrance raise : Stern Brutus was with too much horrour good, Forbear to mention what thou canst not praise : Holding his fasces stain'd with filial blood.

But, as thou dwell'st upon that hcarenly name', Fabius was wise, but with excess of care

To griet' for ever sacred, as to fame,
He sav'd his country, but prolong'd the war. Oh! read it to thyself; in silence weep;
While Decius, Paulus, Curius, greatly fought, And thy convulsive sorrows inward keep:
· And by their strict examples taught

Lest Britain's grief should waken at the sound, How wild desires should be controllid,

And blood gush fresh from her eternal wound. And how much brighter virtue was than gold; They scarce their swelling thirst of fame could hide;

Whither woulst thou further look? And boasted poverty with too much pride.

Read William's acts, and close the ample book : Excess in youth made Scipio less rever'd;

Peruse the wonders of his dawning life: And Cato, dying, seem'd to own he fear'd.

How, like Alcides, he began; Julius with honour tam'd Rome's foreign foes;

With infart patience calm’d seditious strife, But patriots fell, ere the dictator rose :

And quell'd the snakes which round his cradle ran. And, while with clemency Augustus reign'd, Describe his youth, attentive to alarms, The monarch was ador'd; the city chain'd.

By dangers form'd, and perfected in armis : With justest honour be their merits drest;

When couquering, mild; when conquer'd, not dis

grac'd; But be their failings too confest : Their virtue, like their Tyber's flood,

By wrongs not lessen'd, nor by triumphs rais’d: Rolling its course, design'd their country's good.

Superior to the blind events But oft the torrent's too impetuous speed

Of little buman accidents; From the low earth tore some polluting weed;

And constant to his first decree, And with the blooul of Jove there always ran

To curb the proud, to set the injur'd free; Some viler part, some tincture of the man.

To bow the haughty neck, and raise the suppliani

knce. Few virtues after these so far prevail, But that their vicis more than turn the scale :

His opening years to riper manhood bring;

And see the hcro perfect in the king :
Valour, grown wild by pride, and power by rage,
Did the true charms of majesty impair ;

Imperious arms by manly reason sway'd,
Rome by degrees, advancing more in age,

And power supreme by free consent obey'd, Show'd sad remains of what had once been fair;

Mary.

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