If

Diffufive Cold does the whole Earth invade,
Like a Disease, through all its Veins 'tis fpread,
And each late living Stream is num'd and dead.
Let's melt the frozen Hours, make warm the Air;
Let clearful Fires Sol's feeble Beams repair;
Fill the large Bowl with fparkling Wine,
Let's drink till our own Faces shine,...

Till we like Suns appear,

To light and warm the Hemifphere.

Wire can difpence to all both Light and Heat,
They are with Wine incorporate :

That pow'rful Juice, with which no Cold dares mix,
Which ftill is fluid, and no Froft can fix;

Let that but in abundance flow,

And let it storm and thunder, hail and snow,

'Tis Heav'n's Concern, and let it be

The Care of Heaven ftilt for me:

These Winds which rend the Oaks and plough the Seas,

Great Jove can, if he please,

With one commanding Nod appease.

Seek not to know to-Morrow's Doom;
That is not ours which is to come.
The prefent Moment's all our store:
The next, fhou'd Heav'n allow,

Than this will be no more :..

So all our Life is but one Inftant Now.
Look on each Day you've past

To be a mighty Treasure won:
And lay each Moment out in hafte;
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We're

We're fure to live too fast,

And cannot live too foon.

Youth does a thousand Pleasures bring,

Which from decrepit Age will fly ;

Sweets that wanton i'th' Bosom of the Spring.
In Winter's cold Embraces dye.

IV.

Now, Love, that everlasting Boy, invites
To revel, while we may, in foft Delights:
Now, the kind Nymph yields all her Charms,
Nor yields in vain to youthful Arms.
Slowly fhe promises at Night to meet,

But eagerly prevents the Hour with swifter Feet.
To gloomy Groves and obfcure Shades fhe flies,
There vails the bright Confeffion of her Eyes.
Unwillingly fhe stays,

Would more unwillingly depart,

And in foft Sighs conveys

The Whispers of her Heart.

Still he invites and ftill denies

And vows she'll leave you if you're rude;
Then from her Ravisher fhe flies,

Bur flies to be purfu'd?

If from his Sight fhe does her felf convey,

With a feign'd Laugh fhe will her self betray,

And cunningly inftruct him in the way.

慈慈慈慈

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ODE

ODE IX.

By Mr. D RYDEN.

In the Second Mifcellany, Page 77.

1.

Ehold yon Mountain's hoary height,
Made higher with new Mounts of Snow;

Again behold the Winter's weight

Oppress the lab'ring Woods below: And Streams with Icy Fetters bound, Benum'd and crampt to folid Ground.'

II.

With well heap'd Logs diffolve the Cold,
And feed the genial heat with Fires;
Produce the Wine, that makes us bold;
And sprightly Wit and Love infpires.
For what hereafter fhall betide,
God, if 'tis worth his Care, provide.

III.

Let Him alone with what He made,
To tofs and turn the World below;
At His Command the Storms invade;
The Winds by His Commiffion blow;
Till with a Nod He bids 'em cease,

And then the Calm returns, and all is Peace.

IV.

To-Morrow and her Works defy,

Lay hold upon the prefent Hour,
And fnatch the Pleasures paffing by,

To put them out of Fortunes Pow'r:
Nor Love, nor Love's Delights difdain.
What e're thou get to Day is Gain.
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V. Secure

V.

Secure thofe Golden early Joys,

That Youth unfowr'd with Sorrow bears,
E're with'ring time the tafte deftroys,

With Sickness and unwieldy Years!
For active Sports, for pleafing Reft,
This is the time to be poffeft,
The best is but in Seafon beft.

VI.

The 'pointed Hour of promis'd Blifs,
The pleafing Whisper in the Dark,
The half unwilling willing Kifs,.

That Laugh that guides thee to the Mark,
When the kind Nymph wou'd Coynefs feign,
And hides but to be found again,

Thefe, thefe are Joys the Gods for Youth ordain.

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Ince the Hills all around us do Penance in Snow,

And Winter's cold Blafts have benum'd us below; Since the Rivers chain'd up, flow with the fame speed, As Criminals move to'ards the Pfalm they can't Read: Throw whole Oaks at a time, nay, whole Groves on the To keep cut the Cold, and new Vigour infpire. [Fire, Ne'er wafte the dull time in impertinent Thinking, But urge and pursue the grand Business of Drinking. Come, pierce your old Hogsheads, ne'er flint us in Sherry, For this is the Seafon to drink and be Merry:

That

That reviv'd by good Liquor, and Billets together,

We may brave the loud Storms, and defy the cold Weather.
We'll have no more of Bufinefs; but, Friend, as you love us,
Leave it all to the Care of the good Folks above us.
Whilft your Appetite's ftrong, and good Humour remains
And active, brisk Blood does enliven your Veins,
Improve the fweet Minutes in Scenes of Delight,..
Let your Friends have the Day, and your Miftrefs the Night,
In the Dark you may try, whether Phillis is kind;
The Night for Intrigues was ever defign'd;

Though the runs from your Arms, and retires to a Shade,
Some Friendly kind Sign will betray the coy Maid.
All Trembling you'll find the poor bashful Sinner;
Such a Trefpafs is Venial in any Beginner :

But, remember this Counsel when once you have met her,
Get a Ring from the Nymph, or fomething that's better.

O DE XIII.

By Mr. G LANVILL.

Cum Tu, Lydia, Telephi, &c..

In the Fourth Mifcellany, Page 289.

1.

Hen happy Strephon's too prevailing Charms,
His rofie Neck, and his foft waxen Arms,

Inhumane Lydia wantonly you praise,
How cruelly my jealous Spleen you raise!
Anger boils up in my hot lab'ring Breaft,
Not to be hid, and lefs to be fuppreft.