VI Where, dreaming Chymics! is your pain and cost? Into an Age of Gold. AN ANSWER TO AN INVITATION TO CAMBRIDGE. I. NICHOLS! my better felf, forbear, For if thou tell'ft what Cambridge pleasures are, I fhall, in mind, at least, a truant be. In Ovid's Nut I shall not find O tell me not of logic's diverse cheer, II. Tell me not how the waves appear Of Cam, or how it cuts the learned fhire; I fhall contemn the troubled Thames, On her chief holyday, even when her streams The quondam dung-boat is made gay, Just like the brav'ry of the men, And graces with fresh paint that day, When th' City fhines with flags and pageants there, And fattin doublets seen not twice a-year. III. Why do I stay, then? I would meet Thee there, but plummets hang upon my feet: 20 'Tis my chief wish to live with thee, But not till I deserve thy company: Till then we'll fcorn to let that toy 25 Some forty miles divide our hearts: Write to me, and I shall enjoy Friendship and wit, thy better parts. Tho' envious Fortune larger hind'rance brings, AN ANSWER TO A COPY OF VERSES SENT ME TO JERSEY. As to a Northern people (whom the fun Bread only both to ferve for bread and wine) 30 The foil from whence they came tafte, fmell, and fee: ΤΟ Such is your present t'us; for you must know, 'Twould need the preface of, God fave the King. 20 30 (Which shows the people' have judgment, if not wit) * The name of one of the castles in Jerfey. Than Ireland's wanting spiders: and fo far Well, fince the soil, then, does not nat❜rally bear As Green did Gondibert, in a prize at fea. 'Tis true Green was made by it; for they fay 35 40 45 And gave him the whole prize, their tenths and fifteenths too. PROMETHEUS ILL PAINTED. How wretched does Prometheus' state appear, 50 He blame great Jove's less than the painter's hands. 4 It would the vulture's cruelty outgo, If once again his liver thus thould grow. Pity him, Jove! and his bold theft allow; The flames he once ftole from thee grant him now. Volume I. P WHEN chance or cruel bus'ness parts us two, Abroad, and meet each other half the way. II. Sure they do meet, enjoy each other there, Like loving stars which oft' combine, Yet not themselves their own conjunctions know. III. 'Twere an ill world, I'll fwear, for ev'ry friend, If diftance could their union end: But love itfelf does far advance Above the pow'r of time and space; His time's for ever, ev'ry where his place. IV. I'm there with thee, yet here with me thou art, Lodg'd in each other's heart. Miracles ceafe not yet in Love, When he his mighty pow'r will try, And strangely ev'n our prefence multiply. 10. 15 20 |