2 But who says he was not

A man of much plot,
May repent that false accusation;
Having plotted and penn'd
Six plays, to attend

The farce of his negotiation.

3 Before you were told
How Satan 1 the old

Came here with a beard to his middle;
Though he changed face and name,
Old Will was the same,

At the noise of a can and a fiddle.

4 These statesmen, you believe, Send straight for the shrieve, For he is one too, or would be; But he drinks no wine,

Which is a shrewd sign

That all's not so well as it should be.

5 These three, when they drink,
How little do they think

Of banishment, debts, or dying?
Not old with their years,

Nor cold with their fears;

But their angry stars still defying.

6 Mirth makes them not mad,
Nor sobriety sad;

But of that they are seldom in danger;
At Paris, at Rome,

At the Hague, they 're at home;

The good fellow is no where a stranger. 1 Satan': Mr W. Murrey.

TO SIR JOHN MENNIS,

BEING INVITED FROM CALAIS TO BOULOGNE, TO EAT A PIG.

1 ALL on a weeping Monday,
With a fat vulgarian sloven,

Little admiral John

To Boulogne is gone,

Whom I think they call old Loven.

2 Hadst thou not thy fill of carting,1
Will Aubrey, Count of Oxon,
When nose lay in breech,
And breech made a speech,
So often cried, A pox on?

3 A knight by land and water
Esteem'd at such a high rate,
When 'tis told in Kent,

In a cart that he went,

They'll say now, Hang him, pirate.

4 Thou might'st have ta'en example
From what thou read'st in story;
Being as worthy to sit

On an ambling tit
As thy predecessor Dory.

5 But, oh, the roof of linen,

Intended for a shelter!

But the rain made an ass

Of tilt and canvas,

And the snow, which you know is a melter.

"Fill of carting': we three riding in a cart from Dunkirk to Calais, with a fat Dutch woman.

6 But with thee to inveigle
That tender stripling Astcot,
Who was soak'd to the skin,
Through drugget so thin,
Having neither coat nor waistcoat.

7 He being proudly mounted,
Clad in cloak of Plymouth,
Defied cart so base,

For thief without grace,
That goes to make a wry mouth.

8 Nor did he like the omen,
For fear it might be his doom
One day for to sing,
With gullet in string,

A hymn of Robert Wisdom.

9 But what was all this business?
For sure it was important;
For who rides i' th' wet

When affairs are not great,

The neighbours make but a sport on't.

10 To a goodly fat sow's baby,

O John! thou hadst a malice;
The old driver of swine
That day sure was thine,
Or thou hadst not quitted Calais.

NATURA NATURATA.

1 WHAT gives us that fantastic fit, That all our judgment and our wit To vulgar custom we submit?

2 Treason, theft, murder, and all the rest Of that foul legion we so detest,

Are in their proper names express'd.

3 Why is it then thought sin or shame Those necessary parts to name,

From whence we went, and whence we came ?

4 Nature, whate'er she wants, requires;
With love inflaming our desires,
Finds engines fit to quench those fires.

5 Death she abhors; yet when men die
We are present; but no stander by
Looks on when we that loss supply.

6 Forbidden wares sell twice as dear;
Even sack, prohibited last year,
A most abominable rate did bear.

7 'Tis plain our eyes and ears are nice,
Only to raise, by that device,
Of those commodities the price.

8 Thus reason's shadows us betray,
By tropes and figures led astray,
From Nature, both her guide and way.

SARPEDON'S SPEECH TO GLAUCUS, IN THE TWELFTH BOOK OF HOMER.

THUS to Glaucus spake

Divine Sarpedon, since he did not find.

Others, as great in place, as great in mind:—

Above the rest why is our pomp, our power?
Our flocks, our herds, and our possessions more?
Why all the tributes land and sea affords

Heap'd in great chargers, load our sumptuous boards?
Our cheerful guests carouse the sparkling tears

Of the rich grape, while music charms their ears?
Why, as we pass, do those on Xanthus' shore,
As gods behold us, and as gods adore?
But that, as well in danger as degree,

We stand the first; that when our Licians see
Our brave examples, they admiring say,
Behold our gallant leaders! These are they
Deserve the greatness, and unenvied stand,
Since what they act transcends what they command.
Could the declining of this fate (O friend!)
Our date to immortality extend?

Or if death sought not them who seek not death,
Would I advance? or should my vainer breath
With such a glorious folly thee inspire?
But since with Fortune Nature doth conspire,
Since age, disease, or some less noble end,
Though not less certain, does our days attend;
Since 'tis decreed, and to this period lead
A thousand ways, the noblest path we'll tread,
And bravely on, till they, or we, or all,
A common sacrifice to honour fall.

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FRIENDSHIP AND SINGLE LIFE, AGAINST LOVE AND MARRIAGE.

1 LOVE! in what poison is thy dart

Dipp'd, when it makes a bleeding heart?
None know but they who feel the smart.