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Like Daphne sometimes in a tree :
Α Ν Ο Τ Η Ε R. BEGOTTEN, and born, and dying with noise,
The terror of women, and pleasure of boys,
down. One property more I would have
THERE is a gate, we know full well,
That stands 'twixt heav'n, and earth, and hell, Where many
for a passage venture, But very few are fond to enter; Altho' 'tis open night and day,
5 They for that reason fhun this way : Both dukes and lords abhor its wood, They can't come near it for their blood. What other way they take to go, Another time I'll let you know. Yet commoners, with greatest ease, Can find an entrance when they please. The poorest hither march in state, (Or they can never pass the gate), Like Roman generals triumphant,
15 And then they take a turn and jump on't.
If gravest parsons here advance,
No Lady alive can shew such a skin.
9 The mother the daughter, the daughter the mother.
Α Ν Ο Τ Η Ε R.
I'M up, and down, and round about,
Yet all the world can't find me out; Though hundreds have employ'd their leisure, They never yet could find
Α Ν Ο Τ Η Ε R.
I Am jet-black, as you may fee,
The son of pitch, and gloomy night;
I'm dead except I live in light.
Sometimes in panegyric high,
Like lofty Pindar, I can soar, And raise a virgin to the sky,
Or sink her to a pocky whore. My blood this day is very sweet,
To-morrow of a bitter juice ; Like milk 'tis cry'd about the street,
And so apply'd to diff'rent use. Most wondrous is my magic pow'r :
For with one colour I can paint ; I'll make the devil a faint this hour,
Next make a devil of a saint. Through diftant regions I can fly,
Provide me but with paper wings, And fairly shew a reason, why
There should be quarrels among kings... And after all you'll think it odd,
When learned Doctors will dispute, That I should point the word of God,
And shew where they can beft confute. Let lawyers bawl and Arain their throats,
"Tis I that must the lands convey, And strip the clients to their coats, · Nay give their very fouls away.
Α Ν Ο
VER eating, never cloying,
ANOA N O T H E R.
Ν Ο Τ
E are little airy creatures,
All of diff'rent voice and features,
A N O T H E R.. A?
LL of us in one you'll find,
Brethren of a wondrous kind;
One of us alone can sleep,
If wine's bought, or victuals dreft, One enjoys them for the rest.
Pierce us all with wounding steel, One for all of us will feel.
Though ten thousand cannons roar,
Do what is not fit to tell,
Α Ν Ο Τ Η Ε R.
FONTINELLA to FLORINDA.
HEN on my borom thy bright eyes,
Florinda, dart their heav'nly beams,
Yet endless tears flow down in streams;
In me you see them full as white;
Affirm, can't glow to more delight ;
And fo am I whilst thou art here;.-
When all we see shall disappear. 'Tis mine to make a just reflection, And yours to follow my
direction. Then catch admirers while you may ;
Treat not your lovers with disdain ;)
And there is no return again.