Like Daphne fometimes in a tree :

Yet am not one of all you fee.

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ANOTHER.

EGOTTEN, and born, and dying with noife, The terror of women, and pleasure of boys, Like the fiction of poets concerning the wind, I'm chiefly unruly, when ftrongest confin'd. For filver and gold I don't trouble my head, 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 go 'down. One property more I would have you remark, No lady was ever more fond of a spark; The moment I get one, my foul's all a-fire, And I roar out my joy, and in transport expire.

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HERE is a gate, we know full well,

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That stands 'twixt heav'n, and earth, and hell,

Where many for a paffage venture,

But very few are fond to enter;

Altho' 'tis open night and day,

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They for that reafon fhun this
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 ftate,

(Or they can never pass the gate), Like Roman generals triumphant,

And then they take a turn and jump on't.

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If graveft parfons here advance,

They cannot pass before they dance;
There's not a foul that does resort here,
But ftrips himself to pay

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ANOTHER.

ROM heav'n I fall, though from earth I begin,
No Lady alive can fhew such a skin.

I'm bright as an angel, and light as a feather,

But heavy and dark, when you fqueeze me together.
Though candor and truth in my aspect I bear,
Yet many poor creatures I help to infnare.`
Though fo much of heav'n appears in my make,
The fouleft impreffions I eafily take.

My parent and I produce one another,

The mother the daughter, the daughter the mother.

ANOTHER.

I'M up, and down, and round about,

Yet all the world can't find me out;

Though hundreds have employ'd their leifure,

They never yet could find my measure.

I'm found almost in ev'ry garden,
Nay, in the compafs of a farthing.
There's neither chariot, coach, nor mill,

Can move an inch except I will.

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ANOTHER.

I

Am jet-black, as you may fee,

The fon of pitch, and gloomy night;

Yet all that know me will agree,

I'm dead except I live in light.

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 juïce ;{} Like milk 'tis cry'd about the street, And fo apply'd to diff'rent ufe. Moft 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 fly, Provide me but with paper wings, And fairly fhew a reason, why

There should be quarrels among kings. And after all you'll think it odd,

When learned Doctors will difpute,
That I fhould point the word of God,
And fhew where they can beft confute.
Let lawyers bawl and ftrain their throats,
"Tis I that must the lands convey,
And ftrip the clients to their coats,'
Nay give their very fouls away.

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A N O T H E R.

VER eating, never cloying,

All devouring, all destroying,

Never finding full repast,
Till I eat the world at laft.

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E are little airy creatures,

WE

All of diff'rent voice and features,

One of us in glass is set,

One of us you'll find in jet, T'other you may fee in tin, And the fourth a box within; If the fifth you should purfue It can never fly from you.

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LL of us in one you'll find,
Brethren of a wondrous kind;
Yet among us all no brother
Knows one tittle of the other;
We in frequent councils are,
And our marks of things declare,
Where, to us unknown, a clerk
Sits, and takes them in the dark.
He's the register of all

In our ken, both great and fmall
By us forms his laws and rules,
He's our mafter, we his tools;

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Yet we can with greatest ease
Turn and wind him where we please.

ONE of us alone can fleep,
Yet no watch the reft will keep,
But the moment that he closes,
Ev'ry brother else reposes、

If wine's bought, or victuals dreft, One enjoys them for the reft.

Pierce us all with wounding steel, One for all of us will feel.

Though ten thoufand cannons roar,
Add to them ten thousand more;
Yet but one of us is found
Who regards the dreadful found.
Do what is not fit to tell,
There's but one of us can smell.

ANOTHER.

FONTINELLA to FLORINDA.

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HEN on my bofom thy bright eyes,
Florinda, dart their heav'nly beams,

I feel not the leaft love-furprize,

Yet endless tears flow down in ftreams;
There's nought fo beautiful in thee,
But you may find the fame in me.
'The lilies of thy skin compare ;

In me you
The roses of your cheeks, I dare

fee them full as white;

Affirm, can't glow to more delight
Then, fince I fhew as fine a face,
Can you refuse a soft embrace?

Ah lovely nymph, thou'rt in thy prime!
And fo am I whilft thou art here;..
But foon will come the fatal time,

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 difdain;
For time with beauty flies away,
And there is no return again.
To you the fad account I bring,
Life's autumn has no second spring.

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