Had it come in the nick, Had it later been wrote, On Sandys they ran aground, On On Mr. THO. KILLI GREW's Return from Venice, and Mr. WILLIAM MURREY'S from Scotland. Ο UR refident Tom, From Venice is come, And hath left the statesman behind him : Is as wife, is as rich; And just where you left him, you find him. But who fays he was not Six plays, to attend The farce of his negotiation. Before you were told How Satan * the old Came here with a beard to his middle; At the noise of a can and a fiddle. These statesmen, you believe, * Mr. W. Murrey. For For he is one too, or would be; But he drinks no wine, Which is a fhrewd fign That all's not fo well as it should be. These three, when they drink, Nor cold with their fears; But their angry stars ftill defying. Mirth makes them not mad, Nor fobriety fad; But of that they are feldom in danger;' At the Hague they're at home; TO SIR JOHN MENNIS, Being invited from Calais to Bologne, to eat a Pig. ALL on a weeping Monday, With a fat Bulgarian sloven, To Bologne is gone, Whom I think they call old Loven. Hadft thou not thy fill of carting, When When nofe lay in breech, So often cry'd a pox on? A knight by land and water Thou might't have ta'en example, On an ambling tit As thy predeceffor Dory. But oh the roof of linen, Intended for a shelter ! But the rain made an ass And the fnow which you know is a melter. But with thee to inveigle That tender ftripling Aftcot, Who was foak'd to the skin, Through drugget fo thin, Having neither coat nor waistcoat. He being proudly mounted, For thief without grace, That goes to make a wry mouth. Nor Nor did he like the omen, For fear it might be his doom With gullet in string, ---A hymn of Robert Wifdom. But what was all this bufinefs? When affairs are not great, The neighbours make but a sport on't. To a goodly fat fow's baby, That day fure was thine, NATURA NATURATA. WHAT gives us that fantastic fit, That all our judgment and our wit To vulgar custom we fubmit? Treafon, theft, murder, and all the reft Why is it then thought fin or fhame, Thofe neceffary parts to name, From whence we went, and whence we came ? Nature, |