Or hope for pity; but with filent moan,
And better fate, had perifhed alone.

Of a Lady who writ in Praife of MIRA.

WHILE the pretends to make the graces known

Of matchlefs MIRA, fhe reveals her Own: And, fhe would another another's praise indite, Is by her glass inftructed how to write.

To one married to an old Man.

INCE thou would'st needs (bewich'd with fome ill

SINCE thou in arms: [charms!)

Be buri'd in those monumental

All we can with, is, May that earth lie light
Upon thy tender limbs! and fo, good night!

An EPIGRA M on a Painted LADY with

ill Teeth.

ERE men fo dull they could not fee

That LYCE painted; should they flee,

Like fimple birds, into a net,

So grofly woven, and ill fet;

Her own teeth would undo the knot,
And let all go that she had got,

Those teeth fair LYCE muft not show,
If she would bite : her lovers, though
Like birds they ftop at feeming grapes,
Are dif-abus'd, when first she
gapes:
The rotten bones discover'd there,

Shew 'tis a painted fepulchre.

EPIGRAM

EPIGRAM upon the GOLDEN MEDAL.

Ο

UR guard upon the roya! fide!

On the reverfe, our beauty's pride!
Here we difcern the frown, and fiile;
The force, and glory, of our Ifle.
In the rich Medal, both fo like
Immortals ftand, it feems antique ;
Carv'd by fome mafter, when the bold
GREEKS made their Jove defcend in gold;
And DANAE Wond'ring at that show'r,
Which, falling, form'd her brazen tow'r.
BRITANIA there, the Fort in vain
Had batter'd been with golden rain :
Thunder itself had fail'd to pass;
Virtue's a ftronger guard than brass.

Written on a Card that her * MAJESTY
tore at OMBRE.

HE cards you tear in value rife;

TH

So do the wounded by Who to cœleftial things aspire,

your eyes.

Are by that paffion rais'd the higher.

To Mr. GRANVILLE, (now Lord LANDSDOWN) on his Verfes to K. JAMES II.

A

N early plant! which fuch a bloffom bears,
And fhews a genius fo beyond his years;
A judgment that! could make fo fair a choice;
So high a fubject, to employ his voice:
Still as it grows, how fweetly will he fing
The growing greatnefs of our matchless King!
Q. CATHARINE.

Long

C

Long and fhort Life.

IRCLES are prais'd, not that abound

In largenefs, but th' exactly round:
So, life we praife, that does excell
Not in much time, but acting well.

Tranflated out of SPANISH.
HO' we may feem importunate,

While your compaffion we implore:

They, whom you

make too fortunate,

May with prefumtion vex you more.

Tranflated out of FRENCH.

ADE, flowers, fade, nature will have it fo;

FA

;

'Tis but what we muft in our autumn do! And, as your leaves lie quiet on the ground, The lofs alone by those that lov'd them found: So, in the grave, fhall we as quiet lie Mifs'd by fome few that lov'd our company. But, fome fo like to thorns, and nettles, live, That none for them can, when they perish, grieve. Some Verfes of an imperfect Copy, defign'd for a Friend on his Tranflation of

R

OVID'S FASTI.

OME's holy days you tell, as if a guest

With the old ROMANS you were wont to feast,

NUMA's religion, by themfelves believ'd,

Excels the true, only in fhew receiv'd.

They made the nations round about them bow,
With their Dictators taken from the plow :

The

Such pow'r has juftice, faith and honefty!
The world was conquer'd by morality.
Seeming devotion does but gild a knave,
That's neither faithful, honeft, juft, nor brave:
But, where religion does with virtue join,
It makes a Hero like an Angle shine.---

On the STATUE of King CHARLES the Firft, at CHARING-CROSS.

In the Year 1674.

HAT the Firft CHARLES does here in triumph ride;

TH

See his Son reign, where he a martyr dy'd ;
And people pay that reverence, as they pass,
(Which then he wanted!) to the facred brass;
Is not th'effect of gratitude alone,

To which we owe the ftatue, and the ftone.
But, heav'n this lafting monument has wrought,
That mortals may eternally be taught,
Rebellion, though fuccefsful, is but vain ;
And Kings fo kill'd rife conquerors again.
This truth the royal image does proclaim,
Loud as the trumpet of furviving FAME.

N

PRIDE.

འ.

OT the brave* MACEDONIAN Youth alone; But bafe CALIGULA, when on the throne, Boundless in pow'r, would make himself a God; As if the world depended on his nod.

* ALEXANDER.

The

The SYRIAN King to beafts was headlong thrown,
E'er to himfelf he could be mortal known.
The meaneft wretch, if heav'n fhould give him line
Would never stop, 'till he were thought divine.
All might within difcern the ferpent's pride,
If from ourselves nothing ourselves did hide.
Let the proud Peacock his gay feathers spread,
And woo the female to his painted bed :
Let winds, and feas, together rage, and fwell:
This, nature teaches; and becomes them well.
+ Pride was not made for men: a conscious sense
Of guilt, and folly, and their confequence,
Deftroys the claim: and to beholders tells,
Here nothing, but the shape of manhood, dwells.

EPITAPH on Sir GEORGE SPEKE.

UND

NDER this ftone lies virtue, youth,
Unblemish'd probity, and truth:

Juft unto all relations known,

A worthy patriot, pious fon :

Whom neighb'ring towns so often sent,
To give their sense in parliament;
With lives, and fortunes, trufting one,
Who fo discreetly us'd his own.
Sober he was, wife, temperate;
Contented with an old estate,

Which no foul avarice did increase,
Nor wanton luxury make less.

While yet but young, his father dy'd,

And left him to an happy guide:

*NEBUCHADNEZZAR.

+ Ecclef. x. 18.

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