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The Scene's chang'd a poem ...
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Pilots do by Night May Justice there distill like healthful Balm And never be too stormy nor too calm Their Laws I wish observ'd so lately made And Gospel minded too as well as Trade Now I 'll tell you how my Life was spent With useful Pleasure and with true Content As early as the Sun I left my Bed With pious sober Thoughts well furnished After my Duty was to Heaven paid Then next the Holy Word of God I read To some improving Author next I turn'd And then for some few Minutes I adjourn'd On the large Deck I often us'd to walk And freely I could read or think or talk To chuse my Company I freedom had For here as ev'ry where there 's good and bad Some had both Indies seen and would relate The Acts of Providence which they term'd Fate What Dangers they'd escap'd what Hazards run And how they travell'd to the Setting Sun What Monstrous Beasts what Monstrous Men they 'd seen In what deserted Islands they had been Some careful Observations they had made And gave a very good Account of Trade The distant Countries they with Skill describ'd What Cloaths were worn and by what Food they liv'd Under what Manners and what Laws they thriv'd Others in bloody Wars had lately been And this by honourable Scars was seen These o'er a jolly Bowl would smiling tell Who like Cowards and who like Hero's fell Heated with pleasant Punch they 'd boldly own Th' undaunted Courage they themselves had shown In his stout Arm the piercing Bullet lies And pointed Splinters scarr'd his brawny Thighs This in the Steeridge had a fractur'd Skull But ne'er of Brains as now of Spirits full He 'd tell you how they first Engag'd and when From Stem to Stern they rak'd the active Men How after Tacking what Broad-sides they gave How resolute their Foes were and how brave The leaky Ship they nimbly striv'd to save But could not bony it from its Watry Grave The swimming Sailors snatch'd the loosen'd Ropes Banish their Fears and cling by slender Hopes Some rather sink and stoutly chuse to die Than have their Lives and want their Liberty One Reformade we had who us'd the Sea Pleasant and easie in our Company Full of good Sence and Free and Debonnaire To chuse good Friends good Books was all his care With great instructive Pleasure I have known What he had seen what heard and read and done With my kind Captain I was ask'd to Dine Where our Repast was plentiful and fine Good Meat good Musick and true Virgin Wine A modest Freedom here was always us'd He never forc'd us when we had refus'd Except when the Great Russel's Health went round No Man to Drink at any time was bound And always then the cheerful Glass was crown'd Such Food and such Discourses I might find At once to fill my Belly and my Mind After all this I truly must confess There was one reigning silly Wickedness For very few I found that could forbear From horrid Oaths not fit to speak or hear Some wou'd as rudely Swear as if they 'd been Not trafficking for Goods but Oaths and Sin This was the chiefest Fault the great Offence And which I often try'd to banish thence But sooner might the raging Winds command Or stem the rowling Tide with either Hand Arrest a Bullet in its swiftest pace Or make a lofty Mountain change its place Or pluck the twinkling Stars from their abode Or with a crumbling Wafer make a God Late in the Summer we receiv'd our Pay And the whole Crew was soon dispatch'd away To a new Scene of Life I then remov'd Which ever since I have enjoy'd and lov'd Not far from great Augusta stands a Vill Whose scatter'd Houses grace the rising Hill Near the smooth-sliding Thames and that fair Town Where Pious Edgar first receiv'd his Crown But more 't is not to little or too great Famous alone for the Great Alston's Seat Alston a Name I fondly love to sing Because so early Loyal to his King Whose prudent Conduct reaches now to raise Honours a better Fortune and more Praise His forward Travels polished his Mind Where sprightly Wit with Manly Sence is join'd The Air of France without the Vanity English Courage and Dutch Solidity Happy he is and now I dare confess I cannot wish him greater Happiness The greatest Comforts he enjoys of life An Happy Off-spring and a Charming Wife Not Cupid's Mother half so Fair so Good You 'd think she nothing else but Heaven lov'd Had she with Juno Pallas Venus been Paris would then as soon have judg'd as seen Not Jove in all his Shapes though 't was in Gold To tempt her Vertue would have been so bold To a late Age may both their Lives extend And all their Days in melting Pleasures spend And never want a true and faithful Friend I 'll stretch my wish And may they always Love Till they grow Perfect with the Saints above May the ill Tongues that try to blast her Name Be never wisper'd by the Mouth of Fame Not that I think they live without all Faults But greatest Vertues meet with great Assaults The Cure of Souls that great and weighty Charge And even when the Parish is not large A Rev'rend good Old Man has long supply'd Whose humble modest Temper has been try'd Full Thirty Years in Sermons and in Pray'r His little Flock has known his sweating Care He always early taught the growing Youth The plainest Precepts of unerring Truth The craving Poor not grudgingly he fed With prudent Counsel Money and with Bread The Rich an hospitable Table find Where he is gen'rous easie free and kind His num'rous Kindred all his Bounty own And from that Fountain some have Wealthy grown His spotless Vertues I would lively paint But mortal Colours we confess too faint To give a worthy Beauty to a Saint Never may I ungratefully forget To pay my own and long-continu'd Debt I pray and may my urgent Pray'rs be heard That God for me would give him a Reward Since I can pay him nothing but Regard Since long the Fates his happy Web have spun Grant that it may much longer smoothly run Late very late may the good Man remove Unto the peaceful Court of boundless Love There may his Earthly Cares be crown'd with Joy Which none can interrupt or none destroy Must not he then in Heav'n shine very bright Who sparkles here with such diffusive Light Each active Vertue and each noble Grace Deserve the Pleasures of a better Place This he would wish himself but that his stay Is to shew many others yet their Way His good Example and his pious Care Makes Heav'n it self a blessed Subject spare Spent with the Altar's Service not with Grief His sinking Spirits call for short relief Not that the Past'ral Charge he 'll quite resign But only make the lowest Duty mine With him I live 't is him I serve and love From hence I truly wish a late remove 'T is Solitude to what I once enjoy'd But Pleasure turns to Surfeit when we 're cloy'd The Noise and hurry of the crowded Town Now makes me think my Pleasure 's all my own My present Calm and most delightful Ease Seem like the absence of a stern Disease And after Sickness Health must always please In this secure and undisturb'd Retreat I envy not the Wealthy or the Great This I propose to be my chiefest End To serve my GOD and love and serve my Friend FINIS
THE Scene 's Chang'd A POEM Dedicated to a FRIEND Quod spiro placeo si placeo tuum est HORACE LONDON Printed for W. HAWES at the Rose in Ludgate-Street and Sold by John Nutt near Stationers-Hall 1700. THE Scene 's Chang'd c. SIR BY all that does our Solemn Friendship bind I 'll freely tell the Secrets of my Mind I 'll tell what no Man ever yet has known Except the sad Deserters of the Town I 'll curse no Fortune nor I 'll blame no Fate Happy I was tho' wretched now too late I only beg the favour but to read The rambling Thoughts of a deceased Head And if you find I 've Thought and Writ in vain Impute the Dullness to a fancy'd Pain You needs must know how often I confess My Life 's like Satyrs in a Wilderness Or rather Sir I speak it in a Rage Like doleful Owls but in a larger Cage You knew the Briskness of my Youthful Days Careless of blushing Shame I was and Praise I never acted or suspected Ill Bravely I check'd th' Impetus of Will One Passion I must own I ever had I Lov'd excessively and that was bad Not that I blame the Passion for who can Live without gentle Love and yet be Man 'T is this that keeps the Universe so well And nothing but the want of this makes Hell It is not Love but furious Lust that kills And has created all the spreading Ills. For certain 't is that Well-intended Love Is entertain'd by Joyful Saints above And if our Happiness consists in this Here we begin to taste Eternal Bliss Besides all this you know how I was bred And what an easie state of Life I 've led How many Classick Authors have we read And awkard hum-drum Verses made From Playful School to the Dear Muses Seat You must remember was my next Retreat Here first I furnished my craving Mind With all the crabbed Logick I could find With sturdy Arguments I could Dispute Affirm Deny Object and then Confute Improv'd by this I found my self grow bold But soon left off for Logick I was told Was fit for nothing but to make Men scold Then I experienc'd pregnant Nature's Laws And found there 's no Effect without a Cause Matter could not by Matter first be mov'd And without Outward Impulse must have stood That senseless flowing Atoms ne'er could join To form a World so exquisitely fine What wretched Folly 't is to think by Chance They could into stupendous Order dance If stupid Matter any Creature made Why do's it leave its old Creating trade Why does not still the fertile moisten'd Earth To Serpents Cows and Birds and Men give birth Some would allow the World Eternity Others not knowing Secret Causes flie To Depths of Intricate Antipathy Nothing was here that led beyond the Grave Nothing that solid Satisfaction gave To sober Ethicks next I was enclin'd Where I might Nature's true Religion find All the Philosophers were here at odds Some were for One but most for many Gods Good and Evil there were but few could state While some affirm'd Irrevocable Fate As for the Active Soul some would agree 'T was a bright Spark of the Divinity But all the wild licentious Rabble were For proving it would vanish into Air To cure the dull Distemper of Despair Stoicks had Wisdom but no common Sence Words not hard Blows on them had influence To talk of darling Pleasures 't was in vain On Racks they were insensible of Pain Vertue and lawless Vice distinguish'd were To keep the Mobb within the bounds of Fear Some did imagine future pleasing Groves Where they might satisfie their wanton Loves And revel there in undisturb'd Delight Free from the blushes of the sinning Night Elizium's Fields were Vertuous Mens Reward Who always did strict Innocence regard As for the Wicked they had no Relief But to their Crimes proportionable Grief In deep Sulphureous Caves the Wretches lie Burnt for atrocious Ills eternally Here we may view sad Sisyphus's Stone With endless motion rowling up and down There in a gentle gliding River stands The Babler without use of Mouth or Hands The Charming Apples to his Lips are cast Which always cheat his reaching eager Taste He suffers by that Organon of Sense By which he gave the shamefullest Offence From graver Morals to Astronomy Was the next course of my Philosphy Nothing of these could satisfie my Mind For Orders and a Gown I was design'd To Read the Sacred Volumes was my care And know what Sence the nicest Words would bear Some pious System I did next digest 'T was that which Dr. B t said was best Thus furnished for Preaching and a Gown I left the College and repair'd to Town I 'll tell the reason freely without heat Why I so quickly left the Muses Seat Near famous Christ-church in a Corner stands A sneaking Coll. which a Great Don Commands Whose Native Parts were always counted good And ever was esteem'd true Flesh and Blood Besides all this you needs must know him well For formerly he bore away the Bell. But after all an Enemy must own How oft extensive Learning he has shown And still remains an Honour to the Gown Ill natur'd Feuds here many Years had reign'd And worser Ills its Reputation stain'd For Calvin's Principles are here maintain'd Calvin who in a Chagrin Fit could tell Some were decreed eternally to Hell As if his Pre-existent Soul could see The Secret Acts of the Mysterious Three Our private Statutes wholsom Rules contain'd And All to Uniformity restrain'd It was the pious Founder's setled Care T' oblige us all to Sacraments and Pray'r These holy Duties long neglected were And not observ'd by S ne once a Year This made the Active Members stir betimes To give a check to aggravated Crimes The delegated Powers heard the Cause And some could see the open breach of Laws But shuffling Favour and a civil Treat Made them forgive Offences though so great This was the cause that A r and Tom H ne Have since incurr'd the angry Master's Scorn But this I truly wish they both may live To be forgiven as they both forgive After these Civil Heats began to cool I went to Oxford from the weary School Then 't was my willing Freedom did commence And tender Passions harden'd into Sence Not that I thought my self above Command As soon as cloath'd with decent Gown and Band. No constantly the Exercise I kept And seldom as the Reading Chaplain slept My Tutor's formal Lectures I observ'd And from his kind Directions seldom swerv'd Not that I give him Thanks for all his Care That were enough to make a Calvin swear For he 'd have had me read in B ter's Call With other Works as dull and whimsical Once Hammond did his heavy Censure feel And Pool he said excell'd him by a deal To keep Slichtingius or Grotius had been Expulsion from his Favour and a Sin In short the Books and Company I chose First caus'd the Feuds that