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See with what Pomp the antick Masque comes in! The various Forms of the fantastick Spleen. Vain empty Laughter, howling Grief and Tears, Falle Joy, bred by false Hope, and falser Fears; Each Vice, each Paffion which pale Nature wears, In this odd monstrous Medley mix'd appears. Like Bays his Dance, confus'dly round they run, Statesman, Coquet, gay Fop, and penfive Nun,' ! Spedres and Heroes, Husbands and their wives, With Monkiso Drones that dream away their Lives. Long have I labourd with the dire Disease, Nor found, but from ARDELIA's Numbers, Ease: The dancing Verse runs thto' my sluggish Veins, Where dull and cold the frozen Blood remains. Pale Cares and anxious Thoughts give Way in haftc; And to returning Joy resign my Breaft; Then free from ev'ry Pain I did endure, I bless the charming Author of my Cure. So when to SAUL the great Musician play'd, The fullen Fiend unwillingly obey'd, And left the Monarch's Breaft,to seek some safer Shade.
HORAT, LIB. II. O D.E. IV.
Ad X AN T H IA M.
Xanthia Phoceu: prids infolentem
Virgina raptâ :
HORACE Book II. Ode IV. Imitated.
The Lord G-, to the Earl of $-.
Thy bright, thy reputable Flame,
Although right good Commanders
Of sober Sire defcended,
Seigniora Francesca Marguarretta de l'Epine, die Italian Songsfress.
Since WILIAM went to Heaven; Loves MAINTENON, his Lady bright, Who was but SCARRON's Leaying.
For Carriers at Northampton ;
Which she with Scorn rejected :
'VII.. Her dimple Cheek, and roguish Eye, Her slender Waste, and taper Thigh,
I always thought provoking; But, faith, tho' I talk waggishly, I mean no more than Joking.
VIII. Then be not jealous, Friend, for why? My Lady Marchioness is nigh,
To see I ne'er Mall hurt ye;. Besides,
know full well, that I Am turn'd of five and forty.