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How oft has Thgras' pipe prevailid,
Where Egon's flocks and herds have fail'a ?
Fair Amaryllis, was thy mind

Ever to Damon's wealth inclin'd;
Whilst Lycidas's gentle breast,

Censure and pennances, excommunication, With Love, and with a Muse poffent,

Are bug-bear words to fright a bigot nation; Brearb'd forth in verse his soft dcfire,

But 'tis the Church's more subftantial curse, Kindling in thee his gentle fire ?

To damn us all for better and for worse.

Falsely your Church seven facraments does frame [Imperfear.]

Pennance and Matrimony are the fame.


MISTRESS of all my senses can invite,
Free as the air, and unconfin'd as light;

And yet he fears to use them, and be free;

Yet some have ventur'd, and why should not all? Queen f a thousand flaves that fawn and bow, And, with submissive fear, my power allow,

Let villains, perjur'd, envious, and malicious, Should I exchange this noble state of life,

The wretched miser and the midnight murderer To gain the vile detested name of Wife ;

Betrayers of their country, or their friend, Shs 1 my native liberty betray,

(And every guilty breast) fear endless torment, Call him my lord, who ae my footstool lay?

Blue lakes of brimstone, unextinguish'd fires, No: thanks, kind Heaven, that halt my soul em

Scorpions and whips, and all that guilt deserves ; ploy'd.

Let these, and only these, thus plague themselves. With my great sex's useful virtue, Pride.

For though they fear what neither shall nor can be, That generous pride, that noble just disdain,

'Tis punishment enough it makes them live, That corns the Lave that would presume to reign of death, to them so dreadful; but why dreadful,

Live, co endure the dreadful apprehension
Lt the raw amorous fcribbler of the times
Call me his Cælia in insipid rhymes;

At least to virtuous minds!--To be at rest, T harç and scorn you all, proud that I am

To seep, and never hear of trouble more, T' revenge my sex's injuries on man.

Say, is this dreadful? Heart, wouldīt thou be Compar'd to all the plagues in marriage dwell,

at quiet ? It were preferment to lead apes in hell.

Dost thou thus beat for rest, and long for case,
And not command thy friendly hand to help thee?
What hand can be so easy as thy own,
To apply the medicine that cures all diseases !




SOME DISBANDED OFFICERS, Upon the late l'ote of the House of Commons.

AN EPISTLE * TO MR. OTWAY. Have we for this terv'd full nine hard campaigns ? DEAR Tom, how melancholy I am grown Is this the reconipence for all our pains?

Since thou hast left this learned diriy town t, Have we to the remotest parts been sent,

To thee by this dull letter be it known. Bravely exposid our lives, our fortunes spent, Whilst all my comfort, under all this care, To be undone at last by Parliament ?

Are duns, and puns, and logic, and small beer. Mult colonels and corporals now be equal made,

Thou feeft I'm dull as Shadwell's men of wit, And flaming sword 'çurn'd pruning knife and

Or the top scene that Settle ever writ: spade?

The sprightly Court that wander up and down T-bis-,, and thousands more,

From gudgeons to a race, from town to town, Must now return to what they were before.

All, all are fled; but them I well can spare, No more in glitcering coaches shall they ride,

For I'm so dull I have no business there. No more the feather's shew the coxcombs' pride.

I have forgot whatever there I knew, - ! my Mufe does kindly weep, Why men one stocking tye with ribbon blue: 'To see disbanded colonels grown so cheap.

Why others medals wear, a fine gilt thing, So younger brothers with fat jointures fed,

That at their breasts hang dangling by a string; Go despicable, once their widows dead.

(Yet Itay, I think that I to mind recal, No fhip, by tenipest from her anchor torn,

For once f a squire was rais'd by Windfor wall). 1s half so lost a thing, and so forlorn.

I know no officer of court; nay more, On every stall, in every broker's shop,

No dog of court, their favourite before. Hang up the plumes of the dismantled fop;

Should Veny fawn, I should not understand her, Trophies like these we read not of in story,

Nor who committed incef for Legander.
By other ways the Romans got their glory.
But in this, as in all things, there's a doom,

* In answer to one in Otway's Poems,

+ Mr. Duke was then at Cambridge Some die i' th' field, and others starve ac home.

Sir Samuel Moreland,

For thee, poor

Unpolith'd thus, an errant scholar grown, Ille et Amore columbas, ille et Marte lcones What should I do but fit and coo alone,

Vincit, Pierias ingenioque Deas, And thee, my absent mate, for ever moan. Sive vocae'jocus, et charites, et libera vini Thus 'tis sometimes, and sorrow plays its part, Gaudia, cumque sui matre fonardus Arnor. Till other thoughts of thee revive my heart. Ille poteft etiam numeros æquare canendo For, whilft with wit, with women, and with Sive tuos, Ovidi, five, Carulle, tuos. wine,

Sive admirantis moderatur fræna theatri, Thy glad heart beats, and noble face does thine, Itque cothui nato Musa (i perba pede, Thy joys wc ac this distance feel and know ; Fulmina vel Sophoclis Lycophronizaíve tenere 'Thou kindly wishest it with us were so.

Carminis aut fatus, Æschyle magne, tui, Then thee we name; this heard, cries James, Vincit munditiis ec majestate deccra, For him,

Tam bene naturam pingere deda manas, Leap up, thou sparkling wine, and kiss the brim: Hæc ego, cuin (peotans labentia flumina, vería Croffes attend the man who dares to flinch,

Venere in mentem, magne pocta tui.
Great as that man deserves who drinks not Fioch.
But these are empty joys, without you two,

u Who for Preferments,". &c. (See O:way's We drink your namies,' alas: but where are you?

Poems.] My dear, whom I more cherish in my breast “ Premia quis meritis ingrará especet ab Ali, Than by thy own loft Muse can be expreft ; Omnis ubi exiguam captat fimul Aulicus dicam 'True to thy word, afford one viật more,

Gobio ? quis piscis fapientior illa vadola Else I shall grow, from him thou lov'dit before, Fulminis anguli coloret loca, pisciculorum A grealy blockhead fellow in a gown,

Efurienten inter, trepidanten que inter acerves (Such as is, Sir, a coufin of your own;) Qui dum quisque micat medicataśm ut glutial With my own hair, a band, and ten long nails, Trudunt, impellunt, truduntur, et impelluntus; And wit that ac a quibble never fails.

Nec potius, Tacum gremio quá flumca aperto
Invitat, totis pinnasum remigat alių,

Et requiem, et muicos virides, pulchram.que Foco

Ad libertatem prono delabitur alveo ?" MUSARUM noftrûmque decus, charissime Thoma, Quos tibi pro tali persolvam carmine grates, O avimæ mclior pars, 'Otoæe, meæ ;

O animi interpres, mague Poeta, mei! Accippe quæ facri tristes ad littora Cami

Nos neque solicitæ Natura effinxit ad urbis Avulli veftro flevimus à gremio.

Officia, aut fraudes, Aula delofa, tuas : Quot mihi tunc gemitus ex imo pectore ducti, Nos procul à cæno, et ftrepitu, fumoque rent Perque' meas lacryinæ quot cecidere genas,

Cum Venere et Musis myrtea (ceda legat? Et salices teftes, et plurima teftis arundo,

Nos paribus cantare aninis permittat Apulo Et Camus pigro cristior amne fluens.

Flammas meque tuas, teque, Otoze, meas. Audiit ipse etenim Deus, et miserata dolores Ergone me penitus veftris hærere meduli, Lubrica paulifper constitig udda meos.

Ergone sincerus me tibi junxit Amor? 'Tunc ego; vos nymphæ viridi circumlita musco Tu quoque, tu noftris habitas, mea vita, meeting Atria quæ colitis, tuque, verende Deus,

Teque meo æternus pectore figit Amor.
Audite o qualem absentem ploramus amicum,
Audite ur lacrymis auctior amnis eat.

In another place.
Pectoris is candore nives, constantibus ardi Qualia tu scribis, vel qualia Carolus ille
Ştellam animis, certâ fata vel ipfa fide ;

Nofter, amor, Phæbi, Pieridunque de casa

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I sing the various chances of the world,
Through which men are by fate or fortuoe hurl'd.
'Tis by no scheme, or method that I go;
But paint in verse my notions as they flow.
With heat the wanton images pursue,
Fond of the old, yet fill creating new;
Fancy myself in some secure retreat,
Resolve to be content, and to be great.

VERSES found in Dr. King's pocket-book at bis dea:b.



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LLIAM King was born in London in the year 1663. His father, Ezekiel King, was of the of gentleman, and allied to the family of Clarendon. · was educated at Westminster school, upon the foundation, under the care of Dr. Busby; from ice, at the age of eighteen, he was elected to Christ Church College, Oxford, in 1681. appears, from his Adverfaria, that he prosecuted his studies with so much incenseness and adia that, before he was eight years in the university, he had read over, and made refledions on, ty-two thousand books and manuscripts; but this account may be reasonably doubted. 1688, he took the degree of Master of Arts, in the most expensive manner, as a grand comder; whence it has been supposed, that he inherited a considerable fortune. ne same year, he published a Confutation of Varillas's Account of Wickliffe ; and, engaging in tudy of the civil law, became Doctor in 1692, and, by the favour of Archbishop Tillotson, was tted of Doctors Commons, where he praaised with very great reputation. : had already made some translations from the French, and written a great number of huus and satirical pieces, which it would be tedious to enumerate. 1694, he undertook to confure Lord Molesworth's “ Account of Denmark;" because he hot like his Lordship's principles of government; and his “ Animadversions” were so much ap:d by Prince George, confort to the Princess Anne, that he was foon after appointed Secretary r Royal Highness. 1697, he engaged in the controversy between Boyle and Bentley, concerning the Epiftles of aris; the issue of which has fewn the impotence of wit in opposition to learning, on a quel that learning only could decide. 1699, he published A Journey to London, in the manner of Dr. Lister's “ Journey to Paris :'' in 1700, two dialogues, entitled The Transaktioneer ; the design of which was to ridicule Sir i Sloane's writings in the “ Transactions of the Royal Society," of which he was then secretary. he

of his pleasures had now lessened his revenues, without stimulatiog bis industry; e hated business, especially that of an advocate, because he could not bear the fatigue of gling, and because it interrupted his dreams of voluptuousness, and forced him to rouse from indulgence in which he delighted. otwithstanding his habitual indolence, his reputation as a civilian was yet maintained, by the rnment and ability which he discovered in his judgments in the courts of delegates, and raised high by the address and knowledge which he displayed in the House of Lords in 1701, he defended the Earl of Anglesea against his lady, afterwards Duchess of Buckinghamshire, sued for a divorce, on a charge of cruelty, and obtained it. he reputation of his abilities procured him the patronage of the Earl of Pembroke, Lord

Admiral of England, by whose interest, and that of his relation, the Earl of Rochester, Lord tenant of Ireland, he was, in 1702, made judge of the admiralty in Ireland, commiffioner of prizes, keeper of the records in Bermingham's Tower, and vicar-general to Dr. Marth, the



e had now an opportunity of accumulating wealth beyond the usual fortune of a poet; but he Aed his interet, and deserted his duty, for the company of Judge Upton, a man as idle and

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