Death the abhors; yet when Men die,
We are prefent; but no Stander by
Looks on when we that Lofs fupply.

Forbidden Wares fell twice as dear;
Even Sack prohibited last Year,
A most abominable Rate did bear.

Tis plain our Eyes and Ears are nice, Only to raise, by that Device,

Of those Commodities the Price.

Thus Reason's Shadows us betray, Va
By Tropes and Figures led aftray,
From Nature, both her Guide and Way,

SARPEDON'S Speech to GLAUCUS, in the 12th of Homer.

DT

Thus to Glaucus spake

Ivine Sarpedon, fince he did not find

Others, as great in Place, as great in Mind. Above the reft why is our Pomp, our Pow'r? Our Flocks, our Herds, and our Poffeffions more? Why all the Tributes Land and Sea affords Heap'd in great Chargers, load our fumptuous Boards?

Our chearful Guests carowse the sparkling Tears
Ofthe rich Grape, whilst Musick charms their Ears.
Why as we pafs, do those on Xanthus' Shore,
As Gods behold us, and as Gods adore?
But that as well in Danger, as Degree,
We ftand the firft; that when our Licians fee
Our brave Examples, they admiring say,
Behold our Gallant Leaders! These are they
'Deferve the Greatness; and un-envy'd ftand:
Since what they act,transcends what they command.
Could the declining of this Fate (oh Friend)
Our Date to Immortality extend?

Or if Death fought not them, who seek not Death,
Would I advance? Or should my vainer Breath
With fuch a glorious Folly thee infpire?
But fince with Fortune Nature doth confpire,
Since Age, Disease, or some less noble End,
Though not lefs certain, doth our Days attend;
Since 'tis decreed, and to this Period lead

A thousand ways, the noblest Path we'll tread;
And bravely on, till they, or we, or all,

A common Sacrifice to Honour fall.

EPIGRAM.

· MARTIAL.

Out of an Epigram of Martial,

R'ythee die and set me free,
Or elfe be

PRyth

Kind and Brisk, and Gay like me;

I pretend not to the wife ones,
To the grave, to the grave,
Or the precife ones.

'Tis not Cheeks, nor Lips, nor Eyes,

That I prize,

Quick Conceits, or sharp Replies,

If wife thou wilt appear and knowing,

Repartie, Repartie,

To what I'm doing.

Pr'ythee why the Room fo dark?

Not a Spark

Left to light me to the Mark;
I love Day-light and a Candle,
And to fee, and to fee,

As well as handle.

Why fo many Bolts and Locks,

Coats and Smocks,

And thofe Drawers with a Pox?

I

I could with, could Nature make it,
Nakedness, Nakedness

It felf were naked.

But if a Miftrefs I must have,

Wife and Grave,

Let her fo her self behave

All the Day long Susan Civil,
Pap by Night, Pap by Night,
Or fuch a Devil.

FRIENDSHIP and SINGL LIFE, against Love an MARRIAGE.

1.

LOVE! in what Poifon is thy Dart

Dipt, when it makes a bleeding Heart? None know, but they who feel the Smart.

II.

It is not thou, but we are blind,
And our corporeal Eyes (we find)
Dazle the Opticks of our Mind.

III.

Love to our Cittadel reforts,

Through thofe deceitful Sally-ports,

Our Sentinels betray our Forts.

: D

IV.

What fubtile Witchcraft Man conftrains,

To change his Pleasure into Pains,

And all his Freedom into Chains?

May not a Prison, or a Grave,

Like Wedlock, Honour's Title have?

That Word makes Free-born Man a Slave.

VI.

How happy he that loves not, lives!
Him neither Hope nor Fear deceives,
To Fortune who no Hoftage gives.

VII.

How unconcern'd in things to come!
If here uneafie; finds at Rome,
At Paris, or Madrid, his Home.

VIII.

Secure from low and private Ends,
His Life, his Zeal, his Wealth attends
His Prince, his Country, and his Friends.

IX.

Danger and Honour are his Joy ;

But a fond Wife, or wanton Boy,
May all thofe generous Thoughts destroy,

X.

Then he lays by the publick Care,
Thinks of providing for an Heir;
Learns how to get, and how to spare.