Tonfon. I'm in with Captain VANBRUGH at the 'prefent,

Amoft fweet-natur'd Gentleman, and pleasant;

He writes your Comedies, draws Schemes, and Models,
And builds Dukes Houfes upon very odd Hills:
For him, fo much I doat on him, that I,
If I was fure to go to Heaven, would die.

Congreve.] TEMPLE and DALAVAL are now my Party,
Men that are tam Mercurio, both quam Marte;
And tho' for them I fall fcarce go to Heaven,
Yet I can drink with them fix Nights in feven.

Tonfon.] What if from VAN's dear Arms I fhould
retire,

And once more warm my † Bunnians at your'
If I to Bow-street should invite you Home,'
And fet a Bed up in my Dining-Rooni,

Fire

Tell me, dear Mr. CONGREVE, would you come?

Congreve. Tho' the gay Sailor, and the gentle Knight,
Were ten times more my Joy and Heart's Delights
Tho' civil Perfons they, you ruder were, ..

And had more Humours than a Dancing-Bears
Yet for your Sake I'd bid 'em both adieu,
And live and die, dear COB, with only you.

HORAT. LI B. III. O DE XXI.

Ad AMPHORAM.

Nata mecum Confule Manlio,

Seu tu querelas, five geris joces,

Seu rixam, & infanos amores,

Seu facilem, pia tecta, fomnum :
Quocumque lectum nomine Mallicum
Servas, moveri digna bono die:
Defcende, Corvino jubente,
Promere languidiora vina.

Non ille, quamquam Socraticis mader
Sermonibus, te negliget horridus:

Narratur & prifci Catonis

Sæpè mero caluiffe virtus.

Tu lene tormentum ingenio admoves
Plerumque duro: tu fapientium

Curas, & arcanum jocofo

Confilium retegis Lyo

Tu

HORACE, Book III. Ode XXI.

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AIL, gentle Cask, whofe venerable Head

With hoary Down and ancient Duft o'er spread, Proclaim, that fince the Vine first brought Thee forth Old Age has added to thy Worth

Whether the sprightly Juice thou doft contain,
Thy Vot'rics will to Wit and Love,

Or fenfeles Noife and Lewdness move,
Or Sleep, the Cure of thefe and ev'ry other Pain.
Since to fome Day propitious and great,

Juftly at first thou waft defign'd by Fate;
This Day, the happieft of thy many Years,
With thee I will forget my Cares:

Το my CORVINU's Health thou shalt go round,
(Since thou art ripen'd for to Days

And longer Age would bring Decay)

Till ev'ry anxious Thought in the rich Stream be

drown'd.

To thee, my Friend, his Roughnefs fhall fubmit,
And SOCRATES himself a while forget.

Thus when old CATO would sometimes unbend
The rugged Stiffness of his Mind

Stern and fevere, the Stoick quaff'd his Bowl,
His frozen Verrue felt the Charm,

And foon grew pleas'd, and foon grew warm,

And blefs'd the fprightly Pow'r that chear'd his gloomy Soul.

With kind Conftraint ill Nature thou doft bend,

And mould the fnarling Cynick to a Friend.

Tu fpem reducis mentibus anxiis,
Virefque, & addis cornua pauperi,
Poft te neque iratos trementi

Regum apices, neque militum arma.
Te Liber, &, fi læta aderit Venus,
Segnefque nodum folvere Gratiæ,

Vivæque producent lucerne,.

Dum rediens fugat aftra Phoebus audio" qui 20 Án a bus toй

The Sage referv'd, and fam'd for Gravity,

Finds all he knows fumm'd up in thee,

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And by thy Power unlock'd, grows cafy, gay, and free. The Swain, who did fome credulous Nymph perfwade To grant him all, infpir'd by thee,

Devotes her to his Vanity,

And to his Fellow- Fops toafts the abandon'd Maid.
The wretch who prefs'd beneath a Load of Cares,
And lab'ring with continual Woes, defpairs,
If thy kind Warmth does his chill'd Senfe invade,
From Earth he rears his drooping Head,

Reviv'd by thee, he ceases now to mourn;
His flying Cares give way to Haste,

And to the God refign his Breast,

Where Hopes of better Days, and better Things return
The lab'ring Hind, who with hard Toil and Pains,
Amid't his Wants, a wretched Life maintains;
If thy rich Juice his homely Supper crown,
Hot with thy Fires, and bolder grown,
Of Kings, and of their arbitrary Pow'r,
And how by impious Arms they reign,>
Fiercely he talks with rude, Difdain,

And vows to be a Slave, to be a Wretch no more,
Fair Queen of Love, and thou great God of Wine,
Hear ev'ry Grace, and all ye Pow'rs divine,
All that to Mirth and Friendship do incline,
Crown this aufpicious Cask, and happy Night,
With all Things that can give Delight;

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