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A29982	Poems on several occasions by the Duke of Buckingham, The late Lord Rochester, Sir John Denham, Sir George Etheridge, Andrew Marvel, Esq., the famous Spencer, Madam Behn, and several other poets of this age.	Etherege, George, Sir, 1635?-1691.; Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669.; Buckingham, George Villiers, Duke of, 1628-1687.; Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.; Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680.; Spenser, Edmund, 1552?-1599.; Marvell, Andrew, 1621-1678.	1696 (1696)	Wing B5318; ESTC R29910	38,792	192

What prudent what well-chosen Joys Dost thou with speed the flying Fair pursue Beauty leads on and Pleasure is in view Oh! boldly follow she 's reserv'd for you Retiring Modesty and Triumphant Love In her warm Breast a doubtful Combat move She yields she yields I see the blushing Maid Storm'd from without by you within betray'd By her own Heart no longer can hold out The Victor enters now the long maintain'd Redoubt Or to this Joy do choicest Books succeed Which you with Judgment choose with Judgment read Searching the ancient Stores of Greece and Rome And bring from thence their useful Treasures home Or does some honest some delightful Friend With easie Conversation recommend The sparkling Wine while Wit and Mirth attend CONGREVE the matchless rising Son of Fame Whom all Men envy tho' they dare not blame HOPKINS whose Mind and Muse both without Art Gives him a well-fixt Title in your Heart DUNKAN whose Wit and Reason each man loves Charms us like Beauty and like Books improves ●YTON whom Vice becomes of Vigour full Foe to the Godly Covetous and Dull Thus while in Town so early you possess Whatever perfects Life and Happiness And in their turns do all the Pleasures know Which Learning Beauty Friendship can bestow In this Retreat I 'm pleas'd in following you In a wild Maze of Thoughts and so dear Friend adieu A SONG By C. H. Esq I. IN all the dismal Rage of War Undaunted and unmov'd I stood I march'd insensible of Fear Thro' Storms of Fire and Show'rs of Blood II. Amidst the Dangers of the Field Defensive Arms can Aid afford Fate finds resistance from the Shield And Foes are conquer'd by the Sword III. Here I am left without a Guard Helpless as naked Indians slain And fear to seize the least Reward In lieu of all my mighty pain IV. I dare not snatch the smallest Bliss Such is the awful Love that charms me Shou'd I presume to force a Kiss One angry Glance from her disarms me A SONG By the same I. WHile others with the taste of Bliss The Faith of Loyal Slaves approve And oft engage 'em with a Kiss You more unkindly starve my Love II. Soldiers oppress'd with too much Toil Halt often ere the Battle 's done 'Till having partly shar'd the Spoil They spur with fiercer Courage on III. Thus Israel's Host began to faint In marching o'er the Desart Sand Their Vigour and their Patience spent Ere yet they reach'd the promis'd Land IV. But when they saw in Show'rs of Rain The wondr'ous Food profusely given Encourag'd to renew their pain They Journey'd on to purchase Heav'n A Translation out of the Priapeia The Complaint of Priapus for being Veil'd By C. B. Esq TH' Almighty's Image of his Shape afraid And hide the noblest Part e'er Nature made Which God alone succeeds in his creating Trade The Fall this Fig-leav'd Modesty began To punish Woman by obscuring Man Before where-e'er his stately Cedar mov'd She saw ador'd and kiss'd the thing she lov'd Why do the Gods their several Signs disclose Almighty Iove his Thunderbolt expose Neptune his Trident Mars his Buckler shew Pallas her Spear to each Beholder's View And poor Priapus be alone confin'd T' obscure the Women's God and Parent of Mankind Since free-born Brutes their Liberty obtain Long hast thou * Animaex Traduce Journey-work'd for Souls in vain Storm the Pantheon and demand thy Right For on this Weapon 't is depends the Fight Rawleigh's Ghost in Darkness Or Truth cover'd with a Veil By Andrew Marvel Esq Britannia AH Rawleigh when thou didst thy Breath resign To Trembling Iames wou'd I had yielded mine Cubs didst thou call ' em Hadst thou seen this Brood Of Earls of Dukes of Princes of the Blood No more of Scottish Race thou wouldst complain Those would be Blessings in this spurious Train Awake arise from thy long bless'd Repose Once more with me partake of mortal Woes Rawleigh What mighty Power hath forc'd me from my rest Ah! mighty Queen why so unseemly drest Britannia Favoured by Night conceal'd in this Disguise Whilst the lewd Court in drunken slumbers lies I stole away and never will return Till England knows who did her City burn Till Cavaliers such Favourers be deem'd And Loyal Sufferers by the Court esteem'd Till Commons Votes cut Noses Guards disband Till Atheist L shall leave this Land Till K a happy Mother shall become Till Charles love Parliaments and Iames hate Rome Rawleigh What fatal Crimes make you for ever flie Your own Land Court and Progeny Britannia A Colony of French possess the Court Pimps Priests Buffoons the Privy-Chambers sport Such slimy Monsters ne'er approach'd the Throne Since Pharaoh's Reign nor so defil'd a Crown I' th' sacred Ears Tyrannic Arts they croak Pervert his Mind and good Intentions choak Tell him of Golden Indies Fairy Lands Leviathans and absolute Commands Thus Fairy like the King they steal away And in his place a Lewis Changeling lay How oft would I 've him to himself restor'd In 's Left the Seal in 's Right Hand plac'd the Sword Taught him their use what Danger would ensue To those that try to separate these two The Bloody Scotish Chronicles turn'd o'er Shew him how many Kings in purple Gore Were hurl'd to Hell by learning Tyrant's Lore The other day fam'd Spencer I did bring In lofty Notes Tudor's bless'd Reign to sing How Spain's proud Power her Virgin Arms contrould And Golden Days in peaceful Order rowl'd How like ripe Fruit she drop'd from off the Throne Full of grey Hairs good Deeds and great Renown So the Iessean Hero did appease Saul's stormy Rage and check'd his Black Disease So the learn'd Bard with artful Song represt The swelling passions of his Canker'd Breast Then to confirm the Cure so well begun To him I threw this glorious setting Sun How by the Peoples Love pursu'd from far Set mounted on a bright Triumphant Carr Out-shining Virgo or the Iulian Star Whilst in Truth 's Mirrour the glad Sun I spy'd Entred a Dame bedeck'd with spotted Pride Four Flower-de-Luces in an Azure Field Her Crest doth bear the ancient Gallick Shield By her usurp'd she brought a bloody Sword Inscrib'd LEVIATHAN the Soveraign Lord Her Tow'ry Front a fiery Meteor bears From Exhalations bred of Blood and Tears Around her fierce ravenous Curs complain Plague Death Slavery fill her pompous train From th' easie King she Truths fair mirror took Upon the Ground in spightful rage it broke And frowning thus with proud disdain she spoke Are Thred-bare Vertues Ornaments for Kings Such poor Pedantic Toys teach Underling● Do Monarchs rise by Virtue or the Sword Who e'er grew great by keeping of his word Vertue a faint Green-Sickness to brave Souls Dastards their Hearts their active Hands controuls Their Rival Gods Monarchs of th' other World This mortal Poyson amongst Princes hurl'd Fearing the mighty projects of the Great Shou'd drive them from their proud Celestial seat If not o'er-aw'd by some new holy

the War With the vast help of the dread Nassa●'s Name His gallant Chiefs purchase their share of Fame They Fought secure of Honour and Success The Cause was Heavens and the Army his Conquest is easier made when once begun Like high swoln waters when the Sluce is drawn The Torrent from a far comes rowling on To distant Realms his conquering Arms he bears And Hostile Lands are made the Seat of Wars On him and us these Blessings are bestow'd Peace flourishes at home and War abroad Disdainfull Princes are compell'd to bow And haughty France begins to seel us now With Powers unequal they a War maintain Compelled already to Resign the Main The greatest Navy they could ever Boast The work of thirty years one Conflict lost Both Fleets encountred with Impetuous Shocks Resounding as the waves that dash the Rocks The Cannon roar'd as loud as did the Seas And Fire and Smoak rowl'd o'er the Ocean's Face Some sunk some scatter'd through the watry Field And some from farther flight disabl'd Yield Oncemore we 're Soveraign Masters of the Sea And have our Passage to Invasion Free On the proud Foe we may our Armies pour Resistless as the Seas that wash their shore Again we may recover Empire there England can do it and its Monarch dare 'T is he must pull the growing Tyrant down 'T is he will lead the Brittish Armies on Go all you gallant Youths your Arms prepare Go with your Royal Leader to the War Yours is the Right with Conquest make your Claim And raise at once your Fortunes and your Fame None but old Men confin'd within our Isles And tender Maids unfit for mighty Toils Albion unpeopled need not fear Surprise Heaven has Created it a Guard of Seas The Aged Sires to Altars shall repair And with a Pious Force win Heaven by Prayer The sighing Virgins shall your absence mourn And every Beauty beg your safe return With Vows and Tears assenting Heaven shall move And that shall Crown your Arms and they your Love Thrice happy Victors destin'd to receive What Heaven and heavenly Beauty has to give But one by far surpassing all the rest Shall make her much loved Nassau chiefly Blest The Queen of Britain and of Beauty smiles And thanks her Conquering Warriour for his Toils Each rowlling day new Honours does prepare Gives him new Glory adds new Charms to her He Reaps the noble Harvest of the Field And gives her all the Crop that it can yield Thus whilst his wreaths thy lovely Temples bind And all the Laurel Crowns he won are thine And all by Crowning thee become Divine From every Part shall vanquish'd Princes come Thou shall pronounce the Royal Captives doom Each Vassal shall bow down his suppliant knee And all the Earth receive their Laws from thee Tune then your Jo Poeans to their praise To our great King eternal Trophies raise Let the good Dorset all his Fights rehearse The noblest Actions in the noblest verse Let the best Pencil draw him as he stood Repelling Fate and the surrounding Flood Paint him Triumphant over Earth and Sea Paint him so great as all may know 't is he All his lov'd Subjects watch his wish'd return Prepare his Triumphs and his Throne adorn Pour all your Treasure out beneath his Feet And be your Payment as your Debt is great Supply him from your unexhausted Store So brave a Prince never led you forth before Preserve him Heaven from all the rage of War Divert the threating point of every Spear Shield him some God and let no Shaft come near To AMARILLIS Out of the Anthologia of the Italian Poets SEven Summers Heats and Winters Frosts are past Since Amarillis I beheld you last Yet nor the Winter's Frosts nor frequent Rains Could quench my Fires or cool my burning pains Nor the seven Summers with their scorching heat Expell my Flames or make my Love abate You when the dawning day begins to break Are my first Song yours the first name I speak And when the mounting Sun has reach'd his height From his Meridian shining warm and bright My Morning Theme at Mid-day Irehearse You fill my Numbers and inspire my Verse Then when encroaching Night comes hast'ning on The shadows length'ning as the Sun goes down Still their first Theme my constant Songs pursue And all I talk and think is still of you You in my Dreams my flatter'd Arms infold Oh! that those Dreams that sooth me so could hold But they once gone and Day again in view With the renewing Light my Pains renew I fly my House as that encreas'd my Grief And yet in open Air find no relief O're Hills and Dales thro'ev'ry conscious Grove Born by my restless Passion on I Rove Aloud complaining with my pitious Moans I fill the sounding Rocks and tire the list'ning Stones Echo alone my loud complaints returns Echo alone with kind condoleance mourns Oft as the Sighs from my heav'd Heart arise From neighb'ring Caves as often she replies Shares more than half my Woes redoubling all my Cries Oft as some rugged Clift's ascent I gain And thence look downward on the distant main Mad as the Billows of the foaming Sea To the regardless Waves and Winds I pray Paying wild Vows to the fair Nymphs that keep Their wat'ry Courts around the spacious Deep The Sea and Sea-green Nereids I implore To waft me safely to the wish'd for Shoar But should that prove too much for them to give For me too great a Favour to receive Still let me go tho to be wreck'd and lost If ev'n my wreck it self may reach her Coast. How often do I bless the Zephyrs flight Which steers them to my lovely Charmer's sight Wish that no Rocks may their soft Pinions tear Nor Clouds oppose their passage thro' the Air But that securely they their wings may move Securely bear the message of my Love Tell Amaryllis how her Daphnis dies Express my Passion and repeat my Sighs How oft to Winds whose swift mov'd Pinions sweep In their return from thence the yielding Deep Did you I cry my Amaryllis see And did she did she once remember me Does she not yet all thoughts of Love resign Or are they are they still unmov'd like mine But the Deaf Winds on which hoarse Murmurs flie And raging o'er the Seas make no reply O'er my abandon'd Head away they bear And leave me motionless with Grief and Fear Nor can the pastimes of my fellow Swains Nor Damsels dancing on the flow'ry Plains Nor Songs of Sylvan Gods compose my Soul Where Amaryllis has usurp'd it whole To CHRISTINA Queen of Sweden By Mr. Marvel BEllipotens virgo septem Regina trionum Christina Arctoi lucida stella poli Cernis quas merui dura sub casside rugas Utque senex armis impiger or a fero Invia fatorum dum per vestigia nitor Exequor populi fortia jussa manu At tibi submittit frontem reverentior umbra Nec sunt hi vultus regibus usque truces English'd by

disturb With their impetuous Force Swell'd by its Pow'r the Passions rage No bounds the soaring Will can curb Presumptuous Minds dare Heav'n engage But crowding Years push on and forwards drive Till hurried on vain Men arrive On Death's inevitable Coast Where all dissolv'd to dust in Nature's Mass are lost The FLEA out of Ovid. THou little Insect canst thou prove So great an Enemy to Love Thus to molest the beauteous She Whose Frame was spotless but for Thee I 've trac'd the Footsteps of thy Wrong And now pursue thee with my Song Base Vermin that delight'st in Blood And juicy Virgins are thy Food Those Spots the Trophies thou hast won Now seem to blush for what is done And when thy Gorge is fill'd with Gore Her Veins contain the richest Store Thou Maudlin shed'st repenting Tears Black as thy self their Stain appears Thou dost invade her slumb'ring Hours And ro●b'st her Rest as she does ours 'T is then thou wand'rest o'er the Plain Where we employ our Thoughts in vain Her Lips Breasts Knees Thighs all is free As free as open Air to thee It grieves me when I think that Bliss Without Fruition should be less While on her Couch th'extended Dame Wishing a Partner of her Flame Just as she dies when none is nigh Thou boldly dost attack her Thigh Nay impudently darst t' invade The sweet Recess for others made Improvidently without Gust Thou' rt made a Denizon of Lust. Now let me perish but my Foe Is much the happiest thing I know Thy shape tho' strange must be the Dress To which Orinda gives access Thus mask'd I shall discover more Than all my Courtship did before If Nature wou'd transform my Shape And suffer me to be thy Ape But on condition to restore The Features which I had before I 'd try if Magic Charms could move Such wonderful Effects of Love If Med'cines be as strong as they I 'll presently commence a Flea And what Medea's Charms have done Or Circe's Druggs is fully known Suppose the Change this Pilgrim dress Conveys me to the Goal of Bliss Upon th'extremities I stand And thence survey the Promis'd Land With silence and with baste I strove To shade me in the sacred Grove Where unperceiv'd and acting nought Of Harm save what was in my Thought I break the Chains of my Disguise And Manhood Shoots between her Thighs Perchance the Dame with Fear opprest Will call me Monster Villain Beast Threatning to call aloud for Aid When squeamish Honour is betray'd Then if Intreaties fail must I Dwindle into a Pensive Fly When that is o'er another Scene Presents me in the Lists agen Then I invoke the Cyprian Dame To be propitious to my Flame And all the Heav'nly Pow'rs t' express Their Care of Lovers in Distress Sighs Pray'rs and gentle Force combine To make the coy Orinda mine She to my Wishes yields her Charms And hugs the Turn-coat in her Arms. To SYLVIA An Excuse for having lov'd another in her Absence By Mr. Dennis I Never was inclin'd to range Till you from Love and me did fly Your cruel Absence made me change And for a meaner Beauty die Me an inferiour Beauty fir'd Her Eyes supply'd your absent Eyes So when the radiant Sun retir'd Earth's short-liv'd Fire the God supplies But when his everlasting Rays Again shine forth divinely bright Strait Elemental Fire decays Half quencht by Golden Streams of Light To Phoebus then we turn and gaze And the descending God admire And let to bask in his bright Blaze Our glimmering sickly Flames expire Abroad to meet his Beams we run Beams that revive us as they burn Alternate Breaths suck in the Sun Alternate Breaths his Praise return Whoe'er too much that Pow'r can praise By which he lives by which he sings Hail thou that dost inspire my Lays Thou brightest of refulgent things Thou warm'st my Heart and chear'st my Eye With Godlike Hints thou fir'st my Soul When thou art absent still I die Thy Motions all my Life controul These two last Stanza's says my Friend Meant of the Sun are hardly true But nothing juster e'er was penn'd If Sylvia they were meant of you No true Love between Man and Woman No no 't is not Love You may talk till Dooms day If you tell me 't is more than meer Satisfaction I 'll never believe a Tittle you say Tho' Baxter and Oates were the Heads of your Faction The Poets therefore were a number of Owls To make such a stir with a Baby-face God While they set poor Priapus to scare the wild Fowls That rules with a far more Scepter-like Rod. 'T is true he may sometimes be blindly put to 't But the Bow and the Arrows are s●rely his due For when that his Arrows are ready to shoot They make the more pleasing wound of the two 'T was he was the Father of all the Graces For he 's the beginning and end of our wooing Your Smiles and your Ogles and alluring Grimaces They all do but end in Feeling and Doing When a Man to a Woman comes creeping and his cringing And spends his high Raptures on her Nose and her Eyes 'T is Priapus inspires the Talkative Engine And all for the sake of her lilly white Thighs Your Vows and Protests your Oaths all and some Ask Solon Lycurgus both Learned and Smart They 'll tell you the place from whence they all come Is half a Yard almost below the Heart There 's nothing but Vertue the Object of Love Nor Beauty nor Colour Love minds in the least They 're only the Idols of Pleasure by Iove Where th'Altar's Desire Priapus High Priest Your Lips and your Eyes with their Diamonds and Coral Are only like Capers and Samphire in Pickle For talk what you please 't is her Men adore all That has the best Fiddle Priapus to tickle Now if she be rich 't is the Portion he 'd have Or a Coach and fine Cloaths that her Love do encourage But alass if either do either deceive Love presently cools like a Mess of Beef Porridge Then if this be your Love the Devil take Love Where Self-Satisfaction is all the design But let me have that which all Men approve An Angel in Purse and a Glass of good Wine A Satyr against Poetry In a Letter to the Lord D. LET my Endeavours as my Hopes depend On you the Orphan's Trust the Muse's Friend The Great good Man whose kind Resolves declare Vertue and Verse the Object of your Care When hungry Poets now abdicate their Rhimes For some more darling Folly of the Times S l and I here forbear to name Condemn'd to Lawrel tho' unknown to Fame Recanting S tle brings the tuneful Ware Which wiser Smithfield damn'd to Sturbridge-Fair Protests his Tragedies and Libels fail To yield him Paper Penny-Loaves and Ale And bids our Youth by his Example fly The Love of Politicks and Poetry And all Retreats except New-hall refuse To shelter tuneful D 's Jockey Muse. Is there a Man to these

Sir F. S. BRight Martial Maid Queen of the frozen Zone The Northern Pole supports thy shining Throne Behold what Furrows Age and Steel can plow The Helmet's weight oppress'd this wrinkld Brow Thro' Fates untrodden Paths I move my Hands Still act my Free-born Peoples bold Commands Yet this stern Shade to you submits his Frowns Nor are these Looks always severe to Crowns On the late Sickness of Madam MOHUN and Mr. CONGREVE EPIGRAM ONE fatal Day a Sympathetic Fire Siez'd him that writ and her that did inspire Mohun the Muses Theme their Master Congreve Beauty and Wit had like t o've lain in one Grave On a Lady's Arrival from Holland ALL things move forward with a prosp'rous Breeze And none but gentle Zphyrs swell the Seas Whilst the proud Ship its pompous load conveys Holland with Grief surrenders up the Fair And we with Pride and Joy receive Her here While in one bottom they resign their store And by enriching us themselves grow poor Much to those generous Provinces we owe For Heroes much but more for Beaut● now Abroad your Warriours conquer with their Arms And here alike you conquer with your Charms While hourly in your crowded ways you meet The Youth of Britain bleeding at your Feet In War the vanquish'd Foes for Mercy sue And we bow down for pity here to you Alike in Pow'r you Life or Death afford The conqu'ring Beauty or the conqu'ring Sword Engrav'd on a Medal of the French King's PRoximus similis regnas Lodoice Tonanti Vim summam summâ cum pietate geris Optimus expansis alis at maximus armis Protegis hinc Anglos Teutones inde feris Quin coceant toto Ti●ania soedera Rheno Illa aquilam tantum Gallia fulmen habet English'd thus SEcond to Iove alone in whom unite Unbounded Virtue with unbounded Might Whether to succour Innocents opprest Or quell those Monsters which the World infest In vain the Titans against Heaven combine In vain the Imbattl'd Squadrons cross'd the Rhine Theirs is the Eagle but the Thunder 's thine A Letter from two Gentlemen in the Country to a Friend in the City WHile we in Country Conversation Note that the different Print distinguishes what each writes That in the Roman is writ by the Knight that in the Italick by the Squire Hear strange odd stories of the Nation Without one word of right Relation You have the Truth of what befals The heavy Dutch and active Gauls Which Side has got the best in Battles And which has lost their Goods and Chattels You 've all the Wit too that is sown In Speech and Pamphlet o'er the Town But lest at some unlucky Time You may want something new in Rhime We 'll tell you how the Day and Night Is spent betwixt the SQUIRE and KNIGHT Th' Account is true as Gospel Text I writ the first Line I the next Singly you ought to trust to neither Yet you may credit both together We make a shift to rise as early As he that dreamt of Mrs. Farly After short Conf'rence held with Heaven For Country-Sins are soon forgiven Each takes his Book the best beloved SQUIRE takes Lucretius KNIGHT takes Ovid. We 're now Inventing now Translating And sometimes Drinking sometimes Eating I writing Loves of Lady's Errant I signing Country Bumkins Warrant Till Dinner calls where after Grace The KNIGHT puts on his serious Face Yet lays about and eats apace The same Grace after as before For neither I nor I have more We rise and go to what we please Have several sports for several days And faith we live in Mirth and Ease In Town you 're fine Folk yet we 'll tell you In what we Country Folk excell you Here 's no damn'd Mischief to be gotten No Gallant clapt no Mistress rotten Green Grass contents the humble Lovers And Shades of Haycocks are our Covers Our Lasses what they want in Beauty Make out in faithful Love and Duty 'Twixt you and I KNIGHT Love 's a leap Where he can have it sound and cheap But hates to waste his little Riches On jilting Sluts and pocky Bitches Believe me Jack in what is true He has a better than you Which I admire you never knew Now let our Services be giv'n To all our Friends on this side Heav'n We 've nought to say to those gon thither Or elsewhere fled the Lord knows whither Let them enjoy what e'er can flow From Bl●ss which they alone must know We 're content to stay below As Merchants deal with Indian Rabbles And sell them Bells and such like Baubles And so the Knaves by ev'ry Trangam Get Gold and Jewels marry hang 'em We send you here a Doggrel Letter From you expecting much a better Which we with eargerness solicite The greatest Favour next a Visit. But that we fear 's too great a Toil Nor would you think it worth your while To change good Wine and handsome Whores For Drink and Doodies such as ours Our Friends we never will importune To loss of Pleasures or of Fortune Nor too much urge you to forsake all The Joys we can't pretend to equal May all good Fortune still earess you And Wine and Women joyn to bless you Beauty consult all Charms to fire you As Knight and I conspire to tire you That Thought came timely by my troth And at this juncture well for both The tedious Writer bear the trouble In spite to give the Reader double By Madam Behn I. THE Gods are not more blest than he Who fixing his glad Eyes on thee With thy bright Rays his Senses chears And drinks with ever thirsty Ears The charming Musick of thy Tongue Does ever hear and ever long That sees with more than humane Grace Sweet Smiles adorn thy Angel Face II. But when with kinder Beams you shine And so appear much more Divine My feeble sense and dazzled Sight No more support the Glorious Light And the fierce Torrent of Delight Oh! then I feel my Life decay My ravish'd Soul then flies away Then Faintness does my Limbs surprize And Darkness swims before my Eyes III. Then my Tongue fails and from my Brow The Liquid Drops in Silence flow Then wand'ring Fires run thro' my Blood Then Cold binds up the languid Flood All Pale and Breathless then I lie I sigh I tremble and I die To the Precise Cloris A Paraphrase on the beginning of the last Chorus in Seneca's Oedipus FAtis agimur cedite Fa'is Non solicita possunt curae Mutare rati stamina fusi Quicquid patimur mortale genus Quicquid facimus venit ex alto Omnia certo tramite vadunt Primusque dies dedit extremum SUbmit to Fate 't is her Tyrannic Reign Against whose blind Decrees Man strives in vain Not all his Anxious Cares nor searching Skill Can change or move her Arbitrary Will 'T is from above that all our Actions flow To Partial Fate what e're we bear we owe To certain Roads all things confin'd we see And each Man's first day does

his last decree Cease then your fruitless Sighs your Vows and Tears The Gods are deaf to wretched Mortals Prayers Or Power or Will they want to ease our tort'ring Cares Sooner shall Priests deserted Vertue love And sooner Princes modest Worth shall move Than Sighs and Pray'rs the stubborn Pow'rs above Tell me vain Biggots who e'er sound Success In having more or in suff'ring less By all your dayly and your nightly Cries Your Fasts and Penance and such idle Toys Then be no more by holy Lyes mislead Of airy Bliss prepar'd to feast the Dead But use those few those wretched Hours you have To please the SENSE there 's nought beyond the Grave Fair Cloris then lay Biggotry aside Take Sense and Reason for your surer Guide And quit not certain Joys for Hopes above There 's nothing there as all Men grant but Love Forestall those Joys then whilst you 're here and try How sweet it is to love before you die You so on both sides will be sure to gain For after Life if naught at all remain You won't have spent your precious Hours in vain But if from hence we pass to endless Love You 'll be no Novice in the Joys above Then give a Loose to Fancy and Desire Let e'ry soft and Amorous Thought take Fire Commit thy Conduct to indulgent LOVE Ah! then bright Nymph believe me you will prove What melting Raptures and what ecstasie The God decrees you shall receive from me When all dissolv'd within thy clasping Arms Thou tast'st my vig'rous Love I rifle all thy Charms Then both our ravish'd Souls shall swiftly rise View and enjoy each other at our Eyes Till mounting Transports wing their mutual flight To leave us drown'd in streaming warm delight Each Phoenix hour thus in Love's Beams we 'll burn Which still shall loaden with fresh Joys return And rise more gay from 's Aromatic Urn. Thus we shou'd live and thus to live were made Fate brings us Ills enough without our Aid To his Departing Friend By a young Gentleman of Eighteen THey say that Swans as by the Streams they lie Salute Approaching Fate with Melody But if they lost a thing so dear as thee They sure wou'd spare that charming Obsequy If they but knew what 't is to lose a Friend They sure wou'd choose then a more silent end The deepest Sorrow in deepest Silence gleams The hottest Fires have still the smallest flames Tho' noisie Grief a Heart untouch'd declares Yet piercing Woe may flow in Sighs and Tears ' Twou'd be unkind to see a Friend depart Without the Sighs of a forsaken Heart These-num'rous Sighs my pregnant Griefs produce Without the help of my ungodly Muse What Sorrow dictates like a Friend receive Share you the Sorrow which with me you leave 'T is this is Friendships sad Prerogative On Cleona walking in the Sun By the same SEE where she walks in the Sun's glowing Ray Casting all round more bright more beamy Day See how the blushing God in haste retires And in a sullen Cloud hides all his vanquish'd Fires What Beauty did his flying Daphne grace That shines not brighter in her lovely Face Why then pursues he not this nobler Chace What better Object can his Wishes move 'T is sure his wild Ambition checks his Love Jealous of Empire he her Love declines He sees below how bright her Beauty shines And fears if once exalted to the Skies She 'd rob him of his Eastern Sacrifice Make the mad World his fainter Pow'r disown And pay their juster Homage at her Throne For his weak Beams alternately still set And wrap the sad forsaken World in Jett Whilest the strong Glories of Cleona's Eyes Nor dimly set nor need a brighter Rise These still dart forth their full Meridian Light Without one Cloud without successive Night To all those happy Zealots who embrace The soft Religion of her Heav'nly Face Whilst grosser Infidels depriv'd of Sense Want all the num'rous Joys her Charms dispense From the black Caverns of eternal Night When Clouds of rising gloom oppress'd the Light Thus Israel still enjoy'd the chearful Day And only Aegypt's native Sons in solid Darkness lay Written on a Letter sent to his Mistress GO envy'd Lines possess a Bliss far higher Than I who send you dare alass aspire You 'll kiss her balmy Hands employ her Eyes For which your fond Endicter hourly dies Prepost'rous Fate to cast such Gifts away On those who cannot taste her bounteous Joy Whilst I who shou'd the mighty Blessing prize Languish to touch her Hands and gaze upon her Eyes To CUPID A SONG I Know thy Malice trifling Boy Thou wou'd'st my Happiness destroy Because Septimius wounded lies Not by thy Darts but Acme's Eyes Shake not at me thy threatning Dart But wound the cruel Acme's Heart But oh I fear thy Deity will prove Too weak to thaw that Icy Maid to Love In Praise of Satyr WHilst Saturn reign'd with his old Golden Face An easie Bliss he spread o'er all our Race No Priest no King no State no Partial Law Curb'd Vice and Folly with unequal Awe But with Success unclouded Reason strove To unite all within the Bonds of Love And universal Happiness combin'd To fix its safe Dominion o'er Mankind Then Gods and Men beneath th'innocuous Shades With harmless Flocks and yet as harmless Maids From impious Guilt secure together lay While Love and rural Notes bless'd all the live-long Day But when young Iove usurp'd the Heav'nly Crown And sent the pious Saturn whirling down This universal Consort soon gave o'er And Reason's Harmony was heard no more Swift fled the broken Joys o'th'Silver Age Swifter their sad Remains of the next Stage Till all born down with the Impetuous Tide Of Lust and Envy Avarice and Pride And Follies vast and numerous beside Wisdom in vain with the Auxiliary Law Unite their force to stop the mighty flaw The various Law and Wisdom's surer Rules Are brav'd by thriving Knaves and powerful Fools Riches and Pow'r give Innocence and Brains And only little Crimes the Actor stain Whilst taller Villainies securely reign From Satyr only cou'd we hope redress From that alone derive our Happiness All other Helps to prosp'rous Crimes give way To Golden Hopes a flatt'ring Homage pay Impartial Satyr Truth alone can sway For Rogues whose Wealth or Pow'r out-brave the Law By juster Satyrists are kept in awe A purple Villain in his safest hold Tho' barricado'd round with mighty Gold Can't guard his Crimes from this consuming Flame Nor yet secure from Infamy his blasted Name Satyr like Bolts from the great Thunderer sent Strikes Rogues above all other Punishment A Letter to Walter Moyle Esq By A. H. Esq DEar Moyle bless'd Youth whose forward Wit pursues The noble Pleasures Reason bids thee choose Reason which ruling by the Laws of Sense Does a just easie Government dispense Quitting those Laws turns Tyrant wildly reigns By reveal'd projects of distemper'd Brains Dear Moyle what shall I fansie now employs Thy time

gilt show'r in which their Iove descends Thou mount'st to Honour for a braver end What others borrow thou cam'st there to lend Did'st sacred Vertues naked self adore And left'st her Portion for her sordid Wooer The poorer Miser how dost thou outshine He the World's Slave but thou hast made it thine Great Buckingham's Exalted Character That in the Prince liv'd the Philosopher Thus all the Wealth thy generous Hand has spen● Shall raise thy Everlasting Monument So the fam'd Phoenix builds her dying Nest Of all the richest Spices of the East Then the heap'd Mass prepar'd for a kind Ray Some warmer Beam of the great God of day Does in one hallow'd Conflagration burn A precious Incense to her Funeral Urn. So thy bright Blaze felt the same Funeral Doo● A Wealthier Pile than old M●usolas Tomb. Onely too great too proud to imitate The poorer Phoenix more ignoble Fate Thy Matchless Worth all Successors defies And scorn'd an Heir should from thy Ashes rise Begins and finishes that Glorious Sphear Too mighty for a second Charioteer The two ways Regulus the Roman was put to Death by the Carthaginians WHen the bold Carthaginian Fought with Rome for Dominion Little Reg was ta'ne in the Quarrel They led him up Hill And sore 'gainst his Will They tumbled him down in a Barrel The other way When the bold Carthaginian Fought with Rome for Dominion Little Reg was ta'ne in the strife When his Eye-lids they pai'd Good Lord how he star'd And cou'd not go to sleep for his Life Caelia's Welcome into the Country from the Hurry of the Town WElcome fair Caelia to this calmer Cell Where now thou' rt here ten thousand Graces dwell Thus Iove once came into th' Arcadian Plain And lodg'd his Godhead with an humble Swain Thus came bright Venus to Anchises Bed And thus from busie Heav'n to her Adonis fled Amidst the smiling Lawns and silent Groves To feast with undisturb'd Delight the happy Youth she loves Thus you dear Maid to my poor Cell repair So like the Gods in all you do you are Oh! that our Bodies cou'd more close unite Than those of Salmacis and Aphrodite No more then shou'd I sigh no more complain No more in absence be consum'd with Pain Believe me Caelia all the time you 're gone My anxious Days and sleepless Nights make one continu'd Moan For as a Turtle that has lost its Mate In murmuring Coo's condemns its cruel Fate Pensive I wander thro' the conscious Grove To find the Truant Fugitive my Love But when my fond pursuit is fruitless made My mournful Sighs fill all the lonely Shade Thy Presence all my bootless Sighs destroys And blest with thee I hope no vaster Joys give Caelia give me all thy Heart Full of those mighty Raptures you impart When I lie panting on thy throbbing Breast And let the fond Enthusiast freely take the rest De Caelia Cupidine Vidit Amor dominam stupuit cecidêre sagittae Armavit sese Caelia fugit amor English'd thus Love Caelia saw and down his Arrows threw She arm'd her self th' astonish'd God withdrew Mentulae verba ad Dominam Hei mihi quam variis distringor Lesbia Fatis Uror à nostro manat ab igne Liquor Sum Nilus sumque Aetna simul restringite Flammas O Lachrymae aut Lachrymas ●bibe flamma meas A Familiar Dialogue betwixt Strephon and Sylvia By the late Lord Rochester STREPHON SYLVIA ne'er despise my Love For COLON's mightier Dart My Force and Vigour you shall prove Will reach your panting Heart To Fools such Monsters Nature sends For want of Brains a dull amends SYLVIA Content your self with what 's your due Him you excell in Wit 't is true But COLON has his Merits too Wit is but Words and Words but Wind That dallies with a wanton Mind As Zephyr's gentle Breezes play With my extended Limbs in May But you methinks sweet Sir shou'd know 'T is Substance that prevails below To each then his just dole I 'll give With you Ill talk with him Ill Your Wit shall raise my strong Desires And be shall quench their raging Fires Thus both your Merits I 'll unite You shall my Ear he● please my Appetite STREPHON This said with speed the cursed Bitch retir'd And left me with just Indignation fir'd But taught in Woman's prostituted Schools That Men of Wit but Pimp for Fools Against and for Life Aut non nasci aut quam citissime mori 'T is my Birth-day and I 'll keep it With double pomp of Sadness BEneath the mournful Yew oppress'd with Grief Sylvanus thus deplor'd the Woes of Life Oh Life thou Ill that all our Sorrows braves Thou Carnaval of Fools thou Mart of Knaves Oh Life thou pedling Shop of wretched Toys Tedious thy Pains but swift are all thy Joys For so Men call the Intervals of Woe We hope thy Pleasures but thy Pains we know Thou Soveraign Ill which fond Opinion guards With endless Tortures and as long Rewards VIRTUE was form'd by Hypochondriac Brains 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thy tatter'd Ease and sooth thy raging Pains But like ill Med'cines by worse Quacks apply'd It but inflam'd and made the Wounds more wide Th'imposing Cinic Virtue vainly strove From smooth to rugged Paths to make us move Few Proselytes it had yet made those Slaves To rich imperious Fools and sordid thriving Knaves 'Till by opposing still the common Stream It lost its substance and now 's only Name Next GRACE advanc'd and with an Air divine Resolv'd corrupted Nature to refine Whate'er it was in its robuster Age It does but weakly now its Foes engage GRACE faintly strives against our wild Desires NATURE thrusts on amain and routed Gra●e retires Whene'er they meet This still to that gives place So strong is NATURE and so weak is GRACE The only Good in this alone does lie Not to be born or soon as born to die Strephon the Gay who heard his Friend complain Advanc'd and thus essay'd to ease his Pain For an Ill we can't help 't is a Madness to grieve And if Life 's an Ill but a span 't is we live Then prithee fond Shepherd no more of this Sorrow Let 's leave these sad Shades and to London to morrow Where we 'll drown this prepost'rous whimsey of Thinking In laughing and play in Love and good drinking If Cynthia prove coy let her pine for her folly We 'll laugh at her Pride and defie Melancholy Since for the dull Chink honest C l or B n With Nymphs fair as she and more loving can fit one Nymphs brighter than Gold more sparkling than Wine Whom their Trade and their Form for Pleasure design If Life be an Ill good Faith never spare it Give its Nights to soft Love and its Days to brisk Claret On FORTUNE By the Duke of Buckingham FOrtune made up of Toys and Impudence That common Jade that has not common Sense But fond of Business insolently dares Pretend to rule yet spoils the World's Affairs She flutt'ring up and

down her Favours throws On the next met not minding what she does Nor why nor whom she helps or injures knows Sometimes she Smiles then like a Fury raves And seldom truly loves but Fools and Knaves Let her love whom she please I scorn to wooe her While she stays with me I 'll be civil to her But if she offers once to move her Wings I 'll fling her back all her vain Gewgaw things And Arm'd with Virtue will more Glorious stand Than if the Bitch still bent at my Command I 'll marry Honesty tho' ne'er so poor Rather than follow such a dull blind Whore On a Lewd Scotch Parson By Mr. Dennis A Canting Scot in thy vile Sermons preaches By thy lewd Life the Devil his Doctrine teaches Thy Flock is damn'd for what confounded Sot Will not believe the Devil before the Scot The Enjoyment By the Marquess of M. SInce now my Sylvia is as kind as fair Let Wit and Joy succeed my dull Despair Oh! what a Night of Pleasure was the last A large Reward for all my Torments past And on my Head if future Mischiefs fall This happy Night shall make amends for all Twelve was the happy Minute that we met And on her Bed were close together set Tho' list'ning Spies might be perhaps too near Love fill'd our Hearts there was no room for Fear Now whilst I strove her melting Heart to move With all the powerful Eloquence of Love In her fair Face I saw the Colour rise And an unusual softness in her Eyes Gently they look and I with Joy adore That only Charm they never had before The Wounds they gave her Tongue was wont to heal But now these gentle Enemies reveal A Secret which that Friend would fain conceal What she forbids Love does by Signs command Languishing Looks and pressing close my Hand And I her Cypher quickly understand My Eyes transported too with Amorous rage Seem'd fierce with Expectation to engage But fast she holds her Hands and close her Thighs And what she longs to do with frowns denies A strange Effect on foolish Woman wrought Bred in Disguises and by Custom taught Custom that all the World to Slavery brings The dull Excuse for doing silly things Custom which Wisdom sometimes over-rules But serves instead of Reason to the Fools So Sylvia by the Method of her Sex Is forc'd a while her self and me to vex But now when thus we have been struggling long My Strength grows weak and her Desire grows strong How can she chuse but let the Conqueror in He strives without and Love betrays within Her Hands at last to hide her Blushes leave The Fort unguarded ready to receive My fierce Assaults made with a Lover's hast Like Lightening piercing and as quickly past Thus does fond Nature with her Children play First shews us Joy then snatches it away 'T is not excess of Pleasure makes it short The pain of Love's as raging as the sport And yet alas that lasts we sigh all night With Grief but scarce one Minute with Delight Some little pain might check her kind desire But not enough to make her once retire Maid's Wounds for Pleasure bear as Men for praise Here Honour heals there Love their smart allays The World if just would harmful Courage blame And this more innocent Reward with Fame When she reflects upon her conquered Womb So many Terrors past and Joys to come Whose Harbingers did roughly all remove To make great room for great Luxurious Love Pleas'd with the mighty Guest her Arms embrace My Body and her Hands a better place Which with one touch so pleas'd and proud does grow It swells beyond the Grasp that makes it so Confinement scorns in any stra●●e● Walls Than those of Love where it contented falls Tho' twice overthrown he more inflam d does rise And will to the last Drop fight out the Prize She like some Amazon in Story proves That overcomes the Heroe whom she loves In the close Fight she took so great delight She then could think of nothing but the Fight With Joy she laid him panting at her Feet But with no less did his Recovery meet Her trembling Hand first gently rais'd his Head She almost dies for fear that he is dead Then binds his Wounds up with a busie Hand And with that Balm enables him to stand Till by her Love she conquers him once more And wounds him deeper than she did before Tho' fallen from the top of Pleasures Hill With Longing Eyes we look up thither still Still thither our unwearied Wishes tend Till we that height of Happiness ascend By gentle steps the Ascent it self exceeds All Joy but only that to which it leads First then so long and lovingly we kiss As if like Doves we knew no other Bliss Still in one Mouth our Tongues together play Whilst wanton Hands are pleas'd no less than they Thus cling'd together now a while we rest Breathing our Souls into each other's Breast Then give a gentle Kiss of all our Parts While this best way we make a change of Hearts Here would my Praise as well as pleasure dwell Enjoyment's self I scarce like half so well The little this comes short in Rage and Strength Is largely recompenc'd with endless Length This Pleasure would remain if we could stay But Love's too eager to admit delay And hurries us with Speed so smooth away Now wanton in our Joys we nimbly move Our Pliant Hands in all the shapes of Love Our Motions not like that of perter ●ools Whose active Body shews their heavy Souls But Sports of Love in which the willi●g Mind Makes Men as able as their Hearts are kind That Love would ease us of our eager Fire Which with such active Zeal we now require At last we force that Blessing we desire In Women's Mynes Men labour with great pain And thus we Heav'n with Violence obtain Oh! Heav'n of Love thou Moment of Delight Wrong'd by my words my Fancy does thee Right Methinks I lie all melting with her Charms And fast lock'd up within her Legs and Arms. Bent are our Minds and all our Thoughts on Fire Just labouring in the pangs of fierce Desire At once like Misers wallowing in their Store In full Possession yet desiring more LIFE By Mr. Motteux WHile Frantick Winds with Fury blow And Plough and shake the fickle Main The working Billows swell with dreadful noise they flow To Vales and Hills they turn the liquid Plain Their oozy Beds profoundest Waters leave As if the Sea 's proud Brood like Earth's wou'd try T' extinguish and confound the Glories of the Sky Their bold Gygantic Heads they proudly heave O'er Mountains rival Mountains soar And foam and rave with horrid Roar But soon each following surge its leading surge controuls Successively push'd on the sluid Mountain rowls And dash'd and spent dies on the Shoar Buried and lost in th' universal Tomb It s vast maternal Womb. So in Life's dubious Course Wild Fortune's shocks the Soul