Life in Spring displays a glorious Scene,
Vig'rous like April, and like May Serene,
The Streams of Pleasure flow as Nectar pure,
Attract the Senfes, and the Soul allure,

The fond young Man is ravish'd with the Taft,
Smiles, drinks, and dreams the Relish long will Jaft;
And giddy with the Fumes, and with Conceit,
He deems himself for all great Actions fit,

[State.
A Cranmer in the Church, and Burleigh in the
Boundless his Hopes, fantastick are his Schemes,
And gay Idæa's fill his golden Dreams.

But oh! how foon the naufeous Dregs arise,
Difguft the Palate, and pollute his Joys,
Troubles break in, and worldly Cares prevail,
The Brain is heated, and the Vifage pale.
The Toils of Day invade the peaceful Night,
And fting the Soul, and in black Dreams affright.
Auguftus

Augustus You will Stile-Thrice happy Prince-
Hear first his Groans for Julia's vile Offence:
The vanquish'd World this Godlike Man adores,
This Godlike Man Domestick Ills deplores;
O'er Realms of stubborn Men he can prefide,
But can't at home one wanton Daughter guide;
Her Death he long revolves, fhock'd with Defpair,
The Parent and the Judge his Bofom tear.
This Scene appeafes Cleopatra's Ghoft,
Pandaria gives her back what Actium loft.

Nor outward Ills alone our Pride chastise From our own Frame corroding Sorrows rife. Diseases, barb'rous Armies, Havock make, Aches and Pangs the yielding Fortress shake. Beauty and Strength are with reluctance fled, Potions are drank, and loathsome Rules obey'd; The Pulse oft number'd with a filent care,

And Death seen hov'ring in the hazy Air.

The Soul her Empire would maintain, but fails, For in the Strife the mortal Part prevails.

See our undaunted Henry loath to yield,

He combats Sickness, and will take the Field, The fearless Hero in his Litter goes,

But finds his Fever worse than Gallic Foes; His vig'rous Mind could cause, but cannot heal An Ill fo fatal to the Publiek Weal.

Vanquisht at length, the Pious Prince retreats, And in the Bloom of Life to grifly Death fubmits.

But you may fhun Diseases baleful Power, Nor pine away in an untimely Hour'; Wom Morofe old Age, incurable Disease,

Stalks on, and foon does the frail Being feize; Tir'd with himself, he Company defires,

Which fcornful flies, for Company he tires.obo Now penfive on his Staff he walks alone,TI ~Too Confcious what himself in Youth has done:

So chang'd his Country, that he seems to ftand An useless Gazer in a foreign Land.

So chang'd himself, he's scarce the wither'd Shade

Of the proud Thing in Robes of Glory clad.
Edward, once active as the joyful Sun,

Loaded with Years, himfelf but loads a Throne.
The Rays fo languid, and the Shadows great,

Almost his English with their Sun would set.

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A fordid Woman's buifie Projects stain

The splendid Annals of that martial Reign.

Still fome Remains of Blifs old Age enjoys, But Time voracious thofe Remains destroys; 'Till it can nought but naked Life devour: [proaching Hour. For this the Dotard weeps, and dreads th' apGrim Death regardless knows not how to fave,

[Cave.

But drags the trembling Prey to his ungrateful

Alice Pierce,

You

You smile, and call this Preaching; be it so, But, Sir, this Preaching does relate to you,

That the chief Good you wifely may embrace, And add fresh Luftre to an ancient Race,

Nor trifle with your Life, and waste your Days In Deeds reproachful, or inglorious Ease.

Let Reason fway, be deaf to Pleasure's Charms,

And Death prefer to Circe's wanton Arms;

And chearful pay what to your Country's due, Firm to your Friend, and to your self be true. Be decent, but no Slave to empty Rules,

The wife Man's Torture, and the Joy of Fools. Thus hoary Mentor speaks, who loves you well, And beft the Dangers of your State can tell!

You yawn, and say you're fafe; I say no more,

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But think what Creatures fwarm on Nile's too

[fertile Shore.

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