Cou'd we in foolish Pride,

Make the Sun always with us ftay, Sa 'Twould burn our Corn and Grafs away,

To ftarve the World befide..

Let not the Thoughts of parting, fright
Two Souls which Paffion does unite;
For while our Love does laft,
Neither will strive to go away;
And why the Devil fhou'd we stay,
When once that Love is past?

HLOE new-marry'd looks on Men no more;
Why then 'tis plain for what the lookt before.

CH

COR

EPIGRAM.

CORNUS.

ORNUS proclaims aloud his Wife's a Whore: Alas, good Cornus, what can we do more? Wert thou no Cuckold, we might make thee one; But being one, we cannot make thee none..

EPIGRA M.

THRASO..

THRASO picks Quarrels when he's drunk at Nighti

When fober in the Morning, dares not fight.

Thrafo, to fhun thofe Ills that may enfue,

Drink not at Night, or drink at Morning too.

EPIGRAM.

K

EPIGRA M.

GRIPE and SHIFTER.

RICH Gripe does all his Thoughts and Cunning bend,
T'increase that Wealth he wants the Soul to spend.
Poor Shifter does his whole Contrivance fet,
To spend that Wealth he wants the Senfe to get.
How happy wou'd appear to each his Fate,
Had Gripe his Humour, or he Gripe's Eftate!
Kind Fate and Fortune, blend 'em if you can,
And of two Wretches make one happy Man.

To CELIA, upon fome Alterations in her Face.

H, Galia! where are now the Charms,

AH,

That did fuch wondrous Paffions move?
Time, cruel Time, thofe Eyes difarms,
And blunts the feeble Darts of Love.

What Malice does the Tyrant bear

To Womens Int'reft, and to ours? Beauties in which the Public fhare,

The greedy Villain first devours.

Who, without Tears, can fee a Prince,
That Trains of fawning Courtiers had,
Abandon'd, left without Defence ?
Nor is thy hapless Fate less fad.

Thou who so many Fools haft known,
And all the Fools would hardly do,
Shou'dft now confine thyfelf to one!

And he, alas! a Husband too.

VOL. II.

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See

See the ungrateful Slaves how faft

They from thy fetting Glories run; And in what mighty Crowds they halte,

To worship Flavia's rifing Sun took all Bo

In vain are all the practis'd Wiles, to ma

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In vain thefe Eyes wou'd Love impart bob

Not all th' Advances, all the Smiles,

Can move one unrelenting Heart.

While Flavia, charming Flavia ftill,

By Cruelty

her Caule maintains ;

And scarce vouchfafes a carelefs Smile

or Slaves that wear her Chains. hou je Y

To the poor Slaves

Well, Celia, let them wafte their Tears,

Well, Celia, hey wil

But fure will in time repine, That thou haft not a Face like hers, Or the has not a Heart like thine.

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The RETIREMENT

ALL hail, ye Fields, where conftant Peace attends!

All hail, ye facred folitary Groves!or
All hail, ye Books, my true, my real Friends,
Whofe Converfation pleafes and improves !

Cou'd one who ftudy'd your fublimer Rules,
Become fo mad to fearch for Joys abroad?
To run to Towns, to herd with Knaves and Fools,
And undiftinguifh'd pass among the Crowd?

One to ambitious Fancy's made a Prey,
Thinks Happiness in great Perferment lies;
Nor fears for that his Country to betray,
Curft by the Fools, and laught at by the Wife.

Others

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Others whom avaricious Thoughts bewitch,
Confume their Time to multiply their Gains?
And fanfying Wretched all th
that are not rich,w at bað
Neglect the End of Life to get the Means.

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Others the Name of Pleafare does invite, as me nevnt
All their dull Time in fenfual Joys they live ev
And hope to gain that folid firm Delight As toʻg
By Vice, which Innocence alone can give vom o20

But how perplext, alas! is human Fate?

. I whom nor Avarice, nor Pleasures move; Who view with Scorn the Trophies of the Great, Yet must myself be made a Slave to Love

If this dire Paffion never will be gone, P
If Beauty always muft my Heart enthral;
Oh! rather let me be confin'd to one,

Than madly thus be made a Prey to all!

One who has early known the Pomps of State;
(For things unknown 'tis Ign'rance to condemn}
And after having view'd the gaudy Bait,

Can boldly fay, The Trifle I contemn.»

In her bleft Arms contented cou'd I live,
Contented cou'd I die: But, oh! my Mind
I feed with Fancies, and my Thoughts deceive,
With hope of things impoffible to find.

In Women how fhou'd Senfe and Beauty meet?
The wifeft Men their Youth in Follies fpend;
The beft is he that earlieft finds the Cheat,
And fees his Errors while there's time to mend.

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The DESPAIRING LOVE R.

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Iftracted with Care,

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Since nothing cou'd move her,w Mi

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Refolves in Despair throw ss sie davi♬ sub
No longer to languith, ..
Nor bear fo much Anguish:
But, mad with his Love,
To a Precipice goes t
Where a Leap from above
Wou'd foon finifh his Woes,

But a Neck when once broken,

Can never be fet:

And, that he cou'd die'

Whenever he wou'd ;
But, that he cou'd live

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