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Six links and lanterns, 'caufe 'twas dark yet,
He prefs'd from Covent-Garden market:
Then his next captives were the waits,
Who play'd, left he should break their pates.
But, as along in ftate he paffes,
He met a fellow driving affes :

For there are feveral folks whofe trade is
To milk them for confumptive ladies.
Nothing would ferve but get aftride,
And the old bell-man too must ride.
What with their hooting fhouting yell,
The scene had fomething in 't of hell.
And who fhould all this rabble meet,
But Gnofly drabbling in the street?

The fright destroy'd her speech and colour,
And all remembrance of her fculler.
Her conduct thrice bade her be flying:
Her fears thrice hinder'd her from trying.
Like bullrushes on fide of brook,
Or afpin leaves, her joints all shook.
Bacco cry'd out, "I'm come, my dear;
I'll foon disperse all thoughts of fear:
Nothing but joys fhall revel here."
Then, hugging her in brawny arm,
Protefted, "She fhould have no harm:
But rather would affure her, he
Rejoic'd in opportunity

Of meeting fuch a one as fhe:
And that, encircled all around

With glafs and candles mony a pound, She fhould with bells command the bar, And call her rooms, Sun, Moon, and Star: That the good company were met, And should not want a wedding treat." In fhort, they married, and both made ye, a free landlord, she a kind landlady. The Spartan lords their villains would invite an excess of drink in children's fight. e parent thus their innocence would fave, d to the load of wine condemn the flave.

PART

his flowers,

V.

I feafon must be mark'd for nice addrefs:
grant ill-tim'd will make the favour lefs.
it the wife gardener more difcretion needs
manage tender plants and hopeful feeds,
know when rain, when warmth, muft guard
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Jan lovers do to watch their most aufpicious
the judicious pilot views from far
he influences of each rising star,
here figns of future calms or ftorms appear,
hen fitting to be bold, and when to fear;
love's attendant by long art defcries
le rife of growing paffion from the eyes.
ve has its feftival as well as faft,
or does its carnival for ever laft.

hat was a vifit, now is to intrude;
hat's civil now, to-morrow will be rude.

nall figns denote great things: the happy man

hat can retrieve a glove, or falling fan,
ith grateful joy the benefit receives,
hilft with defponding care his rival grieves.

Whene'er it may feem proper you should write, Let Ovid the prevailing words indite :

By Scrope, by Duke, by Mulgrave, then be taught,

And Dryden's equal numbers tune your thought.
Submiffive voice and words do best agree
To their hard fortune who muft fuppliants be.
It was by fpeech like this great Priam won
Achilles' foul, and so obtain'd his fon.

Hope is an useful goddess in your cafe,
And will increase your speed in Cupid's race.
Though in its promises it fail fometimes,
Yet with fresh resolution ftill it climbs.
Though much is loft at play; yet Hope at laft
Drives on, and meets with fome fuccessful caft.
Why then make hafte; on paper ting'd with gold,
By quill of dove, thy love-fick tale unfold.
Move fprightly, knowing 'tis for life you push:
Your letter will not, though yourself might blush.
'Tis no ignoble maxim I would teach
The British youth-to study rules of speech:
That governs cities, that enacts our laws,
Gives fecret ftrength to justice in a cause.
To that the crowd, the judge, the fenate, yield:
'Gainst that ev'n beauty can't maintain the field.
Conceal your art, and let your words appear
Common, not vulgar; not too plain, though clear.
Shew not your eloquence at the first fight;
But from your fhade rife by degrees of light.
Drefs thoughts as if love's filence first were broke,
And wounded heart with trembling passion spoke.
Suppose that your first letter is fent back;
Yet the may yield upon the next attack.
If not; by art a diamond rough in hue
Shall brighten up all glorious to the view.
Soft water drops the marble will destroy,
And ten years' fiege prove conqueror of Troy.
Suppofe fh'has read, but then no answer gave:
It is fufficient fhe admits her flave.
Write on; for time the freedom may obtain
Of having mutual love fent back again.

Perhaps the writes, but 'tis to bid you cease,
And that your lines but difcompose her peace.
This is a ftratagem of Cupid's war:

She'd, like a Parthian, wound you from afar,
And by this art your conftancy would try:
She's nearest much when feeming thus to fly.
Purfue the fair disdain through every place
That with her prefence the vouchfafes to grace.
If to the play the goes, be there, and see
How love rewarded makes the comedy.
Fly to the park, if thither she'd retire;
Perhaps fome gentle breeze may fan the fire.
But if to court, then follow, where you'll find
Majestic truth with facred Hymen join'd.
It is in vain fome study to profefs
Their inclination by too nice a dress,
As not content with manly cleanliness.
Mien, shape, or manner, no addition needs:
There's fomething careless that all art exceeds.
Adonis from his lonely folitudes,

Rough Thefeus landing from the briny floods,
Hippolitus fresh hunting from the woods,

Sir Car Scrope.

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O'er heroines of race divine prevail'd, Where powder'd wig and snuff-box might have fail'd.

No youth that's wife will to his figure trust, As if fo fine to be accofted first.

Distress must afk, and gratefully receive: 'Tis heaven and beauty's honour, they can give. There's fome have thought that looking pale and

wan,

With a fubmiffion that is lefs than man,
Might gain their end; but funk in the attempt,
And found, that which they merited, contempt.

Gain but admittance, half your ftory's told:
There's nothing then remains but to be hold.
Venus and Fortune will aflift your claim;
And Cupid dart the breaft at which you aim.
No need of ftudied fpeech, or skilful rules:
Love has an eloquence beyond the schools;
Where fofteft words and accents will be found
All flowing in, to form the charming found.
Of her you love bright images you'll raise :
When juft, they are not flattery, but praife.
What can be faid too much of what is good,
Since an immortal fame is virtue's food?

For nine years' space Egypt had fruitiefs stood,
Without the aid of Nile's prolific flood;
Then Thrafius faid, "That bleffing to regain,

The gods require a ftranger fhould be flain." "Be thou the man," (the fierce Bufiris cries :) "I'll make th' adviser his own facrifice; "Nor can he blame the voice by which he dies."

Perillus, first and last of's trade,

For Phalaris a bull had made:
With fire beneath, and water hot,
He put the brafier in the pot,
And gave him, like an honeft fellow,
Precedence in his hull to bellow.

The tyrants both did right: No law more just
Than, "He that thinks of ill, fhould feel it firft."
Curst be their arts, unftudied be their trade,
Who female truth by falfehood would invade :
That can betray a friend or kinfman's names,
And by that covert hide unlawful flames:
Whole eager paflion finds its fure relief,
When terminating in another's grief!
Careless hereafter what they promise now,
To the Æolian winds commit their vow;
Then cite th' example of the faithlefs Jove,
Who laughs, they fay, at perjury in love.
They think they have a thousand ways to please,
Ten thousand more to rob the mind of ease.
For, as the earth in various birth abounds,
Their humour dances in fantastic rounds;
Like Protcus, can be lion, river, bear,
A tree, or any thing that's fram'd of air.
Thus they lay fnares, thus they fet off their bait
With all the fine allurements of deceit.
But they, who through this courfe of mischief run,
Will find that fraud is various, Virtue ONE

Achilles, a gigantic boy,

Was wanted at the siege of Troy:
His country's danger did require him,
And all the generals did defire him:
For difcord, you must know, had thrown
An apple where 'twas two to one;

But, if a stir was made about it,
Two of the three must go without it:
And fo it was; for Paris gave it
To Venus, who refolv'd to have it.
(The story here would be too long:
But you may find it in the fong.)
Venos, although not over-virtuous,
Yet ftill defigning to be courteous,
Refolv'd to procure the variet
A flaming and triumphant harlot;
First ftol'n by one the would not stay wid,
Then married to be run away with.
Her Paris carried to his mother;
And thence in Greece arofe that pether,
Of which old Homer, Virgil, Dante,
And Chaucer, make us fuch a cant.

It was a juft and noble cause,
The breach of hofpitable laws:
Though done to one, yet common grief
Made all unite to feek relief.

But, when they fought the country round,
There's no Achilles could be found.
His mother was afraid t'have loft him,
And therefore thus fhe did accoft him:
"My pretty dear, let me perfuade ye
"This once for to become a lady.
"This petticoat and mantua take,
"And wear this nightrail for my fake.
"I've made your knots all of the smak,
"Because you're something of the talief.
"I'd have you never go unlac'd,
"For fear of spoiling of your wait.
"Now languifh on me-fcorn me row-
"Smile-frown-run-laugh—I fee 'twill de
"You'd perfect all you now begin,
"Only for poking out your chin."

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Him thus inftructed foon the fends To Lycomede, and there pretends It was a daughter of a friend's, Who, grown full large by country feeding, Was fent to her, to mend her breeding. Herfelf had now no child, ner no man To trust but him, poor lonely woman! That might reward him well hereafter, If he would ufe her as his daughter. In choice of names, as Iris, Chloe, Pfyche and Phillis, fhe took Zoe. Th' old man receiv'd her, and expreft Much kindness for his topping guek: Shew'd her his girls; faid, Whilst he'd "His Zoe fhould be us'd as they." At first there much referv'dnefs paft: But, when acquaintance grew at laft, They'd jeft, and every one would thew Her works, which he could never do. One faid, her fingers were most fitting For the moft fiddling work of knitting. Then one her wedding-bed would make, And all must help her for love's fake. Zoe, undreft in night-gown tawdry, With clumfy fit must work embroidery, Whilft others try her greafy clunches With ftoning currants in whole burches. But there was one, call'd Dedamy, Mitrufted fomething by the by,

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And, fighing, thus one night she said,

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Why, Zoe may'nt we go to bed?" "Soon as you please, good mistress Ded." The fleeting months foon roll about; Time came when morder all must out. Zoe, for fear of the old man, Into the army quickly ran; And fav'd the flitting of his nofe, By timely changing of her clothes. Thus, whilft we glory's dictates shun, Into the fnares of vice we run; And he that should his country serve, And beauty by his worth deferve, In female foftnefs wanton ftays, And what he should adore betrays.

FART VI.

BUT now,
O happy youth, thy prize is found,
And all thy wishes with fuccefs are crown'd.
Not lo Paans, when Apollo's prais'd;
Not trophies to victorious Grecians rais'd;
Not acclamations of exalted Rome,

To welcome peace with her Auguftus home;
Can more delight a brave and generous mind,
Than it must you to see a beauty kind :
The bays to me with gratitude you'll give,
Like Hefiod and like Homer make me live.
Thus Pelops on triumphant chariot brought
Hippodamy, with his life's danger bought.
Thus profperous Jafon, rich with golden fleece,
On Argos' vocal timber fail'd to Greece,

But ftay, fond youth; the danger is not past:
You're not arriv'd in port, nor anchor caft.
From you my heart may still more bays deferve,
If what by me you gain'd, by me you shall pre-
ferve.

Nor than the conqueft is the glory lefs,

To fix the throne on that which you poffefs.
Now, Erata, divineft, fofteft Mufe,
Whose name and office both do love infufe,
Aflift my great defign: If Venus' fon,

That vagabond, would from his mother run,
And then, with foaring wings and hody light,
Through the vaft world's extent would take his

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"I've done your work; and now my truft is, "Good Sir, that you will do me juftice. "'Tis true I hither fled for murther; "Let my misfortunes go no further; "Some end all punishments fhould have, "Birth to the wretch my country gave: "Let it afford me now a grave. "Difmifs my fon; at least, if rather "You'd keep the boy, dismiss his father. "This he might fay, and more, or so ; "But Minos would not let him go. "At this he was enrag'd, and cried, "It is in danger wit is tried: "Minos poffeffes earth and fea; "The ky and fire are left for me. "Pardon my fond attempt, great: Jove, "If I approach your feats above. "It is neceffity that draws

"A new-invented rule for nature's laws.

"Thus he began: Full many a feather "With twine of thread he stitch'd together: "(Abundance more than are enough "To make your wife and mine a muff.) "Thus he frames wings, and nothing lacks "To fix the whole, but melted wax: "That was the work of the young boy, "Pleas'd at the fancy of the toy; "Not gueffing, ere he was much older, "He fhould have one upon each shoulder. "To whom his father: Here's the ship "By which we must from Minos flip. "Child, follow me, juft as I fly on, "And keep your eye fix'd on Orion : "I'll be your guide; and never fear, "Conducted by a father's care. "The Virgin and Bootes fhun, "Take heed left you approach the fun; "His flaming influence will be felt, "And the diffufive wax will melt. "The fea by rifing fogs difcover; "O'er that, be fure, you never hover: "It would be difficult to drag "Your wetted pinions, fhould they flag. "Between them both the fky is fair, "No winds or hurricanes are there, "But you may fan the fleeting air.

"Thus fpeaking, he with whipcord-strings "Faftens, and then extends, the wings:

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And, when the youth's completely dref, Just as the eagle from her nest

By gentle flights her eaglet tries

"To dare the fun, and mount the skies; "The father fo his boy prepares,

"Not without kifs and falling tears.

"In a large plain, a rifing height "Give fome affiftance to their flight. "With a quick fpring and fluttering noise, "They in the fky their bodies poife. "Back on his fon the father looks,

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Faros, and Delos bleft abode

"And parent of the Clarian God: "Lebinthus on their right hand lies, "And sweet Calydne's groves arise, "And fam'd Aftypalea's fens

"Breed fhoals of fish in owzy dens : "When the unwary boy, whose growing years "Ne'er knew the worth of cautious fears, "Mounts an æthereal hill, whence he might spy "The lofty regions of a brighter sky ;

"Far from his father's call and aid "His wings in glittering fire difplay'd, "Whofe ambient heat their plume involves, "And all their liquid bands diffolves. "He fees his loofen'd pinions drop; "On naked arms lies all his hope. "From the vast concave precipice he finds "A fwift deftruction, finking with the winds. "Beneath him lies a gaping deep, "Whose womb is equally as fteep. "Then, "Father! father!" he'd have cried: "Tempests the trembling founds divide, "Whilft difmal fear contracts his breath, "And the rough wave completes his death. "My fon my fon!" long might the father cry: "There is no track to feek him in the sky.

"

By floating wings his body found

"Is cover'd with the neighbouring ground. "His art, though not fuccessful, has its fame, "And the Icarian feas preferve his name."

If men from Minos could escape,
And into birds transform their shape,
And there was nothing that could hold them,
Provided feathers might be fold them,
The thought from madness furely springs
To fix a god that's born with wings.

Quoth t'other man, "Sir, if you'll tarry, "I'll tell you a tale of my boy Harry, "Would make a man afraid to marry. "This boy does oft from paper white "In miniature produce a kite. "With tender hands the wood he bends, "On which the body he extends: "Pafte made of flour with water mix'd "Is the cement by which 'tis fix'd: "Then fciffars from the maid he'll borrow, "With promife of return to-morrow. "With thofe he paper nicely cuts, "Which on the fides for wings he puts. "The tail, that's an effential part, "He manages with equal art; "With paper fhreds at distance tied, "As not too near, nor yet too wide, "Which he to fitting length extends,

Till with a tuft the fabric ends.
"Next packthread of the eveneft twine,
"Or fometimes filk, he'll to it join,
"Which, by the guidance of his hand,

Its rife or downfall may command,

"Or carry meffengers to fee "If all above in order be.

"Then wanton zephyrs fan it till it rife, (kis. "And through æthereal rills ploughs up the azar "Sometimes in filent fhade of night "He'll make it shine with wondrous light "By lantern with transparent folds, "Which flaming wax in fafety holds. "This glittering with myfterious rays, "Does all the neighbourhood amaze. "Then comes the conjuror o' th' place, "With legs afquint and crooked face, "Who with his spying-pole from far "Pronounces it a blazing ftar; "That wheat fhall fall, and oats be dear, "And barley fhall not fpring that year; "That murrain fhall infect all kine, "And measles will deftroy the fwine: "That fair maids' fweethearts fhall fall dead "Before they lose their maidenhead,

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NOT all the herbs by fage Medea found,
Not Marfan drugs, though mixt with magic found,
Not philtres ftudied by Theffalian art,
Can fix the mind, and conftancy impart.
Could thefe prevail, Jafon had felt their charms;
Ulyffes fill had died in Circe's arms.
Continue lovely, if you'll be belov'd:
Virtue from Virtue's bands is ne'er remov'd.
Like Nireus beautiful, like Hylas gay;
By time the blooming outfide will decay.
See Hyacinth again of form bereft,

And only therns upon the rofe-tree left.
Then lay up ftores of learning and of wit
Whose fame fhall fcorn the Acherontic pit
And, whilft thofe fleeting shadows vainly fly,
Adorn the better part which cannot die.

Ulyffes had no magic in his face;

But then his eloquence had charming grace,
Such as could force itself to be believ'd,
And all the watery goddeffes deceiv'd;
To whom Calypfo from her widow'd fhore
Sends him these fighs, which furious tempests bore.

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"Your paffage often I by art delay'd,
Oblig'd you more, the more to be betray'd.
Here you have often on this rolling fand
Defcrib'd your scene of war with flender wand.
Here's Troy, and this circumference its walls:
Here Simois gently in the ocean falls:

Here lies my camp: thefe are the fpacious fields
Where to this fword the crafty Dolon yields.
This of Sithonian Rhefus is the tent.-

On with the pleafing tale your language went,
When a tenth wave did with one flash destroy
The platform of imaginary Troy.

By fear like this I would enforce your stay,
To fee what names the waters tofs'd away.
I took you caft up helplefs by the sea :
Thousands of happy hours you pafs'd with me;
No mention made of old Penelope.
On adamant our wrongs we all engrave,
But write our benefits upon the wave.
Why then be gone, the feas uncertain trust;
As I found you, fo may you find them just.
Dying Calypfo must be left behind,
And all your vows be wafted with the wind."
Fond are the hopes he fhould be conftant now,
ho to his tendereft part had broke his vow.
artful charms the miftrefs ftrives in vain
e loofe inconftant wanderer to gain :
ame is her entrance, and her end is pain.

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DULGENCE foon takes with a noble mind:
ho can be harsh, that fees another kind?
oft times the greatest art is to comply
granting that which juftice might deny.
e form our tender plants by foft degrees,
nd from a warping ftem raise stately trees.
o cut th' oppofing waves, we ftrive in vain;
at, if we rife with them, and fall again,
he wish'd-for land with eafe we may attain.
ich complaifance will a rough humour bend,
nd yielding to one failure fave a friend.
fildness and temper have a force divine,
o make ev'n paflion with their nature join.
he hawk we hate, as living ftill in arms,
nd wolves affiduous in the fhepherd's harms.
he fociable fwallow has no fears:

pon our towers the dove her neft prepares;
nd both of them live free from human fnares.
ar fram loud rage and echoing noise of fights,
The fofteft Love in gentle found delights.
mooth mirth, bright fmiles, calm peace, and flow-
ing joy,

Are the companions of the Paphian boy : uch as when Hymen first his mantle spread All o'er the facred down which made the bridal

bed.

Thefe blandishments keep love upon the wing,
His prefence fresh, and always in the fpring:
This makes a profpect endlels to the view,
With light that rifes ftill, and still is new;
At your approach, find every thing ferene,
Like Paphos honour'd by the Cyprian queen,
VOL. VI.

Who brings along her daughter harmony,
With mufes fprung from Jove, and graces three.
Birds fhot by you, fish by your angle caught,
The golden apples from Hefperia brought,
The blushing peach, the fragrant nectareens,
Laid in fresh beds of flowers and fcented greens,
Fair lilies frew'd with bloody mulberries,

Or grapes whose juice made Bacchus reach the skies,
May oftentimes a grateful prefent make,
Not for the value, but the giver's fake.

Perhaps the may at vacant hours perufe
The happy product of your easy mufe.
Far from intrigue and scandal be your verse;
But praise of virgin-modefty rehearse;
Maufolus by his confort deified;

How for Admetus bleft Alceftis died.
Since Overbury's "wife," no poets feem
T' have chofe a wifer or a nobler theme.

You'd help a neighbour, would a friend prefer;
Pardon a fervant, let all come from her.
Thus what you grant, if she must recommend,
"Twill make a mutual gift and double friend.
So, when pale Want is craving at the door,
We fend our favourite fon to help the poor,
Pleas'd with their grateful prayers that he may
live,

And find what heavenly pleafure 'tis to give.
Praise all her actions, think her dress is fine;
Embroideries with gold, pearl, diamonds, join;
Your wealth does beft, when plac'd on beauty, (
fhine.

If the in tabby waves encircled be,
Think Amphytrite rifes from the fea;
If by her the purpureal velvet's worn,
Think that the rifes like the bluth of morn;
And, when her filks afar from Indus come,
Wrought in Chinese or in the Perfian loom,
Think that the then like Pallas is array'd,
By whofe mysterious art the wheel was made:
Each day admire her different graceful air,
In which the winds her bright and flowing hair:
With her, when dancing, let your genius fly;
When in her fong the note expires, then die.

If in the autumn, when the wasting year
Its plenty fhews, that foon must disappear;
When fwelling grape and peach, with lovely
hue,

And pear and apple, fresh with fragrant dew,
By tempting look and tafte perhaps invite
That which we feldom rule, our appetite;
When noxious heat and fudden cold divides
The time o'er which bale influence prefides;
Her feverish blood should pulfe unusual find,
Or vaporous damps of fpleen fhould fink her mind;
Then is the time to fhew a lover's cares:
Sometimes enlarge her hopes, contract her fears;
Give the falubrious draughts with your own hand;
Perfuafion has the force of a command.
Watch, and attend; then your reward will prove,
When the recovers, full increase of love.

Far from this love is haughty pride,
Which ancient fables beft deride;

*This poem, fuppofed to have been written for his frien the Earl of Somerfet, is printed with his characters, c. and had gone through hxteen editions in 1638.

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