A Suit which his Client does wear out in Slavery, Whilft the Pleader makes Confcience a Cloak for his Knavery; Can boast of his Cunning but in the Prefent Tenfe, 3qli Then, why should we turmoil in Cares and in Fears, Let us eat, drink and play, e'er the Worms do corrupt us, For I fay thats Poft Martem eft nulla Voluptas. Let us, deal with our Damfels, that we may from thence Have Broods to fucceed us an Hundred Years hence, Your Dreams of a Blifs when you're cold as a Stone; But we find fuch Morfels upon their own. Trenchers; Will Simper to Nothing an Hundred Years hence. 3 The ignorant Quack, who, his Fees to inlarge, fod ar y From the Dregs of the Pisspot, and Ruins of Health; Shall be turn'd into Mummy an Hundred Years hence, 2- IX. The Butterfly Courtier, that Pageant of State,': The Moufetrap of Honour, and Maygame of Fate, With all his Ambition, Intrigues, and his Tricks, His Plots against Death are too flender a Fence, The Poet himself, that fo loftily Sings, As he scorns any Subject but Hero's and KINGS, And be counted a Fool, tho' a Master of Wit; Thus Beauty, Wit, Wealth, Law, Learning and Senfe, Will all come to Nothing an Hundred Years hence. ΟΝ On a Young LADY's Playing on a LUTE. UCH moving Sounds from fuch a careless Touch, SUCH So little mov'd her felf, and we fo much; What Art is this, that with fo little Pains, Small Force there needs to make them tremble fo, From a LOVER to his MISTRESS, who was afraid to Marry. W HY dread you, MADAM, thus the only State, Obey! a Word of Form, and nothing more, Worship, Worship, I mean, which is the self same thing, Juft neither more or lefs than bare Confent; And makes this Lord of all the World, Obey. The Joys of Wedlock are fo fweet, fo vaft, A MAN forfakes his Mother for his Wife. On WIFT as his Fame, o'er all the World he Follow'd by Friends, as fhun'd by Enemy's: {' Hazards as great, as meeting him his Foe; His Trumpets, like the laft, give Joy and Dread, City's he vanquish'd in as fhort a Space, As other Princes vifit them in Peace; Whofe Walls and Trenches could no more enfure Safety to them, than Dread in Him procure: Whom |