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These choose the back, the belly those ; By fome 'tis confidently said He meant not to forbid the head; While others at that doctrine rail, And piously prefer the tail. Thus, conscience freed from ev'ry clog, Mahometans eat up the hog.
You laugh-'tis well. The tale applied May make you laugh on t'other side. Renounce the world—the preacher cries. We do-a multitude replies. While one as innocent regards A snug and friendly game at cards ; And one, whatever you may fay, Can see no evil in a play ; Some love a concert, or a race ; And others—shooting, and the chase. Revild and lov'd, renounc'd and follow'd, Thus, bit by bit, the world is swallow'd ;
VOL. I. .
Each thinks his neighbour makes too free,
THE LILY AND THE ROSE.
The nymph must lose her female friend,
If more admir'd than fhe-
If flowers can disagree?
Within the garden's peaceful scene
Appear’d two lovely foes, Aspiring to the rank of queen
The Lily and the Rose.
And, swelling with disdain,
IV. The Lily's height befpoke command
A fair imperial flow'r; She seem'd design'd for Flora's hand, The sceptre of her pow'r.
V. This civil bick’ring and debate
The goddess chanc'd to hear,
And your's the statelier mien;
Let each be deem'd a queen.
Thus, sooth'd and reconcil'd, each seeks
The fairest British fair ;
They reign united there.
Hev inimicitias quoties parit æmula forma,
Quam raro pulchræ, pulchra placere potest?
Se rapit in partes gens animofa duas;
Illic purpureo vindicat ore Rosa.
III. Ira Rosam et meritis quæfita fuperbia tangunt,
Multaque ferventi vix cohibenda sinů,
Ceu flores inter non habitura parem,
Imperii, fceptrum, Flora quod ipfa gerat.
Nec Dea non sensit civilis murmura rixæ,
Cui curæ est pictas pandere ruris opes. Deliciasque suas nunquam non prompta tueri, Dum licet et locus est, ut tueatur, adeft.
VI. Et tibi forma datur procerior omnibus, inquit,
Et tibi, principibus qui folet effe, color, Et donec vincat quædam formosior ambas,
Et tibi reginæ nomen, et esto tibi.