Nor did he like the omen,

For fear it might be his doom
One day for to fing,

With gullet in ftring,

---A hymn of Robert Wisdom.

But what was all this bufinefs?
For fure it was important:
For who rides i' th' wet

When affairs are not great,

The neighbours make but a sport on't.

To a goodly fat fow's baby,
O John, thou hadít a malice,
The old driver of fwine

That day fure was thine,
Or thou hadst not quitted Calais.

NATURA NATURATA.

WHAT

gives us that fantastic fit,

That all our judgment and our wit

To vulgar cuftom we submit?

Treafon, theft, murder, and all the reft

Of that foul legion we fo deteft,

Are in their proper names expreft.

Why is it then thought fin or fhame,
Thofe neceffary parts to name,

From whence we went, and whence we came ?

Nature,

Nature, whate'er the wants, requires ;
With love enflaming our defires,
Finds engines fit to quench thofe fires :

Death she abhors; yet when men die,
We 're prefent; but no ftander-by
Looks on when we that loss fupply.

Forbidden wares fell twice as dear;
Ev'n fack prohibited last year,
A most abominable rate did bear.

'Tis plain our eyes and ears are nice,
Only to raife, by that device,
Of those commodities the price.

Thus reafon's fhadows us betray,
By tropes and figures led aftray,

From nature, both her guide and way.

SARPE DON's Speech to GLAUCUS, in the Twelfth Book of Homer.

THUS to Glaucus fpake

Divine Sarpedon, fince he did not find

Others, as great in place, as great in mind.
Above the reft why is our pomp, our power,

Our flock, our herds, and our poffeffions more?

Why

Why all the tributes land and sea affords

Heap'd in great chargers, load our sumptuous boards ?
Our chearful guests carouse the sparkling tears

Of the rich grape, whilft mufick charms their ears.
Why, as we pafs, do thofe on Xanthus' fhore,
.As gods behold us, and as gods adore ?
But that, as well in danger as degree,

We stand the first; that when our Licians fee
Our brave examples, they admiring say,
Behold our gallant leaders! These are they
Deferve the greatnefs; and unenvy'd stand:
Since what they act, tranfcends what they command.
Could the declining of this fate (oh friend)
Our date to immortality extend?

Or if death fought not them who feek not death,
Would I advance? or should my vainer breath
With fuch a glorious folly thee inspire ?
But fince with fortune nature doth confpire,
Since age, disease, or fome lefs noble end,
Though not lefs certain, doth our days attend;
Since 'tis decreed, and to this period lead
A thousand ways, the noblest path we 'll tread;
And bravely on, till they, or we, or all,
A common facrifice to honour fall.

MARTIAL

MARTIAL.

EPIGRA M.

'YTHEE die and fet me free,

PRYTH

Or elfe be

Kind and brisk, and gay like me;
I pretend not to the wife ones,
To the grave, to the grave,
Or the precife ones.

'Tis not cheeks, nor lips, nor eyes,

That I prize,

Quick conceits, or fharp replies,

If wife thou wilt appear and knowing,

Repartie, Repartie,

To what I'm doing.

Pr'ythee why the room fo dark?

Not a spark

Left to light me to the mark ;

I love day-light and a candle,
And to fee, and to fee,

As well as handle.

Why fo many bolts and locks,

Coats and fmocks,

And thofe drawers with a pox ?

I could wish, could nature make it,

Nakednefs, nakedness

Itfelf were naked.

But if a mistress I must have,

Wife and grave,

Let her fo herself behave

All the day long Sufan civil,

Pap by night, pap by night,
Or fuch a devil.

FRIENDSHIP and SINGLE LIFE,

AGAINST

LOVE and MARRIAGE.

LOVE! in what poifon is thy dart

Dipt, when it makes a bleeding heart?

None know, but they who feel the smart.

It is not thou, but we are blind,
And our corporeal eyes (we find)
Dazzle the optics of our mind.

Love to our citadel reforts,
Through those deceitful fally-ports,
Our fentinels betray our forts.

What fubtle witchcraft man constrains,

To change his pleasure into pains,

And all his freedom into chains?

May not a prifon, or a grave,

Like wedlock, honour's title have?
That word makes free-born man a slave.

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