NOBILITY of BLOOD.

Nobility of Blood,
Is but a glitt'ring and fallacious Good ::

The Nobleman is he, whofe noble Mind

Is fill'd with in-born Worth, un borrow'd from his Kind
The King of Heav'n was in a Manger laid,

And took his Earth but from an humble Maid ;~
Then what can Birth on mortal Men beftow,
Since Floods no higher than their Fountains flow ?→
We, who for Name and empty Honour strive,.......
Our true Nobility from him derive.

Your Ancestors, who puff your Mind with Pride, -
And vaft Estates, to mighty Titles ty'd,
Did not your Honour, but their own advance;
For Virtue comes not by Inheritance :

If you tralineate from your Father's Mind,
What are you elfe but of a Baftard Kind:.
Do as your great Progenitors have done,
And by your Virtue prove your felf their Son.
No Father can infuse or Wit, or Grace;
A Mother comes acrofs, and marrs the Race,..
A Grandfire, or a Grandame taints the Blood;
And feldom three Defcents continue good.
Were Virtue by Defcent, a noble Name
Could never villanize.his Father's Fame :
But as the first, the last of all the Line,
Would, like the Sun, ev'n in defcending, fhine..
Nobility of Blood is but Renown

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Of thy great Fathers, by their Virtue known, ́
And a long Trail of Light to thee defcending down.
If in thy Smoke it ends, their Glories fhine,

But Infamy and Villanage are thine..

(Dryd. Wife of Batli's Tale, Search we the Springs,

And backward trace the Principles of Things:
There fhall we find that when the World began,~.
One common Mafs compos'd the Mould of Man 3

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One Paste of Flesh on all Degrees bestow'd;
And kneaded up alike with moift'ning Blood.
The fame Almighty Pow'r infpir'd the Frame
With kindled Life, and form'd the Souls the fame.
The Faculties of Intellect and Will,

Difpens'd with equal Hand;difpos'd with equal Skill:
Like Liberty indulg'd with Choice of Good or Ill.
Thus born alike, from Virtue first began

The Diff'rence that diftinguish'd Man from Man.
He claim'd no Title from Defcent of Blood:
But that which made him Noble, made him Good.
Warm'd with more Particles of Heav'nly Flame;
He wing'd his upward Flight, and foar'd to Fame;
The reft remain'd below, a Tribe without a Name.
This aw, tho' Custom now diverts the Course,
As Nature's Inftitute is yet in Force:

Uncancell'd, tho' difus'd: and he whofe Mind
Is virtuous, is alone of noble Kind;

Tho' poor in Fortune, of Celestial Race:
And he commits the Crime, who calls him bafe.
Ev'n Mighty Monarchs oft are meanly born,
And Kings by Birth to lowest Rank return :
All fubject to the Pow'r of giddy Chance;
For Fortune can deprefs, and can advance.
But true Nobility is of the Mind,

Not giv'n by Chance, and not to Chance refign'd.

NOON.

(Dryd, Sigif. Guife.

The fouthing Sun inflames the Day,

And the dry Herbage thirfts for Dews in vain;
And Sheep, in Shades, avoid the parching Plain.

The full blazing Sun

(Dryd. Virg.

Does now fit high in his meridian Tow'r.
Shoots down direct his fervid Rays to warm
Earth's inmoft Womb.

Milt.

At

At Noon of Day

The Sun with fultry Beams began to play.
Not Syrins fhoots, a fiercer Flame from high,
When with his pois'nous Breath he blasts the Sky.
Then droop'd the fading Flow'rs, their Beauty fled,
They clos'd their fickly Eyes, and hung the Head,
And, rivell'd up with Heat, lay dying in their Bed.
The Ladies gafp'd and fcarcely could refpire,
The Breath they drew, no longer Air, but Fire.
The fainty Knights were fcorch'd.

NOSE.

(Dryd. Flow. and the Leaf

Remark, how thofe, which in the Noftril dwell, That ar ful Organ destin'd for the Smell,

By Vapours mov'd, their Paffage upwards take,
And Scents unpleasant or delightful make. Blac. Creat

NOTHING.

Nothing, thou Elder Brother ev❜n to Shade! Thou had'ft a Being e'er the World was made, And, well-fix'd, art alone of ending not afraid.

E'er Time and Place were, Time and Place were not;
When primitive Nothing Something ftrait begot:
Then all proceeded from the great united-

Something, the gen'ral Attribute of all,
Sever'd from thee, its fole Original,

What?

Into thy boundless felf must undistinguish'd fall.

mand,

Yet fomething did thy mighty Pow'r command,
And from thy fruitful Emptiness's Hand,
Snatch'd Men, Beafts, Birds, Fire, Air Water,and Land,
Matter, the wicked ft Off-spring of thy Race,
By Form aflifted, flew from thy Embrace,

And Rebel Light obfcur'd thy rev'rend dufky Face.
With Form and Matter Time and Place did join;
Body, thy Foe, with thefe did Leagues combine,
To fpoil thy peaceful Realm,and ruin all thy Line.

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Tho

But Turn-coat Time aflifts the Foe in vain,

And brib'd by thee, aflifts thy fhort-liv'd Reign;
And to thy hungry Womb drives back thy Slaves
(again,

Tho' Mysteries are barr'd from Laick Eyes,
And the Divine alone with Warrant pries
Into thy Bofom, where the Truth in private lies.
Yet this of thee the Wife may freely say,
Thou from the Virtuous nothing tak'ft away,
And to be part of thee, the Wicked wifely pray.
Great Negative! how vainly would the Wife
Enquire, define, diftinguish, teach, devise,
Didft thou not ftand to point their dull Philofophies.
Is, or is not the two great Ends of Fate;
And true or falfe, the Subject of Debate,
That perfect or destroy the vast Designs of Fate;
When they have rack'd the Politician's Breast,
Within thy Bofom moft fecurely reft,

And when reduc'd to thee, are leaft unsafe and best.
Nothing, who dwell'ft with Fools in grave Difguife,
For whom they rev'rend Shape, and Forms devife,
Lawn Sleeves, and Furs, and Gowns,when they, like
thee, look wife.

French Truth, Dutch Prowefs, British Policy,
Hybernian Learning, Scotch Civility,

Spaniards Difpatch,Danes Wit,are mainly feen in thee.
The great Man's Gratitude to his best Friend,
Kings Promifes, Whores Vows, to thee they tend,
Flow fwiftly into thee, and in thee ever end.

NUNNERY.

Some folitary Cloifter will I chufe,
And there with holy Virgins live immur'd:
Coarfe my Attire, and fhort fhall be my Sleep,
Broke by the melancholy Midnight-Bell:
There hoard up ev'ry Moment of my Life,

Roch.

TJ

To lengthen out the Payment of my Tears.
Fafting, and Tear, and Penitence, and Pray'r,
Shall do dead Sancho Justice ev'ry Hour :

'Till ev'n fierce Raymond at the last shall say,
Now let her die, for she has griev'd enough.
(Dryd. Span. Fry,

NURSE.

Who with a hopeful beauteous Off-spring bleft,
Forget themselves, and hire unwholfom Breafts?
And to fome common Wretch commit the Care
Of Infant-Calia, or the future Heir:
Befide Diseases, and unnumber'd Ills,

That latent Spread, and flow in milky Rills,
That from bad Teats, and putrid Channels pafs,
And taint the Blood, and mingle with the Mars;
The noxious Food conveys a greater Curfe,
And gives the meaner Paffions of the Nurfe;
Th' unthinking Babe fucks in the deadly Bane,
And new-form'd Lufts the native Virtue stain ;
Who draws the flaggy Breafts of wanton Dames,
Shall bafe Defires imbibe,and burn with guilty Flames.
Ro we's Call.

NY M P H.

There fhines a Nymph of more than human Race, With genuine Beanty, and unborrow'd Grace, And flathes, as she flies, in each Admirer's Face; Her Eyes all Flaming, and her rifing Breaft Courting the Hand, and fuing to be preft. Her, the pleas'd Lover, proftrately, adores, And to the Goddess his best Wishes pours: She with a Smile his Compliment returns, And cools the fev'rish Flame with which he burns.

OA K.

The Monarch Oak, the Patriarch of Trees, Shoots rifing up, and fpreads by flow Degrees : Three Centuries he grows, and three he ftays, Supreme in State, and in three more decays.

Ibid.

(Ovid.

Dryd.