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I'LL sing of heroes and of kings,
In mighty numbers, mighty things.
Begin, my Muse! but lo! the strings
To my great song rebellious prove;
The strings will sound of nought but love.
I broke them all, and put on new;
'T is this or nothing sure will do.
These sure (said I) will me obey;
These, sure, heroick notes will play.
Strait I began with thundering Jove,
And all th’immortal powers; but Love,
Love smil'd, and from my' enfeebled lyre
Came gentle airs, such as inspire
Melting love and soft desire.
Farewell then, heroes ! farewell, kings!
And mighty numbers, mighty things !
Love tunes my heart just to my strings.

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THE thirsty earth soaks up the rain, ';'?
And drinks, and gapes for drink again. i
The plants suck-in the earth, and are si
With constant drinking fresh and fair ; '.,
The sea itself (which one would think th.
Should have but little need of drink) i
Drinks twice ten thousand rivers up, ;
So fill'd that they o'erflow the cup.
The busy sun (and one would guess, i i
By 's drunken fiery face no less), i
Drinks up the sea, and, when he 'as done, ..!!
The moon and stars drink up the sun :
They drink and dance by their own light; is
They drink and revel all the night.
Nothing in nature's sober found,
But an eternal health goes round.
Fill up the bowl then, fill it high,
Fill all the glasses there; for why ..
Should every creature drink but I;
Why, man of morals, tell me why?

VOL. 1.



LIBERAL Nature did dispense
To all things arms for their defence;
And some she arms with sinewy force,
And some with swiftness in the course;
Some with hard hoofs or forked claws,
And some with horns or tusked jaws: .
And some with scales, and some with wings,
And some with teeth, and some with stings.
Wisdom to man she did afford,
Wisdom for shield, and wit for sword.
What to beauteous womankind,
What arms, what armour, has she' assign'd?
Beauty is both; for with the fair
What arms, what armour, can compare ?
What steel, what gold, or diamond,
More impassible is found ?
And yet what Aame, what lightning, e'er
So great an active force did bear?
They are all weapon, and they dart
Like porcupines from every part.
Who can, alas! their strength express,
Arm’d, when they themselves undress,
Cap-a-pie with nakedness ?



YES, I will love then, I will love; I will not now Love's rebel prove, Though I was once his enemy; Though ill-advis’d and stubborn I, Did to the combat him defy. An helmet, spear, and mighty shield, Like some new Ajax, I did wield. Love in one hand his bow did take, In th' other hand a dart did shake; But yet in vain the dart did throw, In vain he often drew the bow ; So well my armour did resist, So oft by fight the blow I mist : But, when I thought all danger past, His quiver empty'd quite at last, Instead of arrow or of dart He shot himself into my heart. The living and the killing arrow Ran through the skin, the flesh, the blood, And broke the bones, and scorch'd the marrow, No trench or work of life withstood. In vain I now the walls maintain ; I set out guards and scouts in vain; Since th’enemy does within remain.

In vain a breast-plate now I wear,
Since in my breast the foe I bear;
In vain my feet their swiftness try ;
For from the body can they fly?


A G E.

OFT am I by the women told,
Poor Anacreon! thou grow'st old:
Look how thy hairs are falling all;
Poor Anacreon, how they fall!
Whether I grow old or no,
By th'effects I do not know ;
This I know, without being told,
’T is time to live, if I grow old ;
'Tis time short pleasures now to take,
Of little life the best to make,
And manage wisely the last stake.



WHEN all the stars are by thee told
(The endless sums of heavenly gold);
Or when the hairs, are reckon'd all,
From sickly autumn's head that fall; ..

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