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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, Like the fiction of poets concerning the wind, I'm chiefly unruly, when strongest confin'd. For filver and gold I don't trouble my head, 5 But all I delight in is pieces of lead; Except when I trade with a ship or a town, Why then I make pieces of iron
Α Ν Ο Τ Η Ε R.
THERE is a gate, we know full well
, That stands 'wixt 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
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, And then they take a turn and jump on't.
If graveft parsons here advance,
. I fall
, though from earth I begin, No Lady alive can shew such a skin. I'm bright as an angel, and light as a feather, But heavy and dark, when you squeeze me together. Though candor and truth in my aspect I bear, Yet many poor creatures I help to insnare. Though so much of heav'n appears in my make, The foulest impressions I easily take. My parent and I produce one another,
9 The mother the daughter, the daughter the mother.
Α Ν Ο Τ Η Ε R.
Yet all the world can't find me out;
I Am jet-black, as you may fee,
The son of pitch, and gloomy night; Yet all that know me will
agree, I'm dead except I live in light. Vol. VII.
Sometimes in panegyric high,
Like lofty Pindar, I can foar, And raise a virgin to the sky,
Or fink 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 ufe. 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 faint. Through diftant regions I can ily,
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 best 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.
A N 0. T H E R.
All devouring, all destroying,
ANO A N O T H E R.
E are little airy creatures,
All of diff'rent voice and features,
ALL of us in one you'll find
Brethren of a wondrous kind;
and small ;
One of us alone can sleep,
If wine's bought, or victuals drest, 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 bosom 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 so am I whilst thou art here;
When all we see shall disappear. "Tis mine to make a just reflection, 'And
direction. Then catch admirers while you may ;
Treat not your lovers with disdain ;) :
And there is no return again.
yours to follow