For he is one too, or would be; But he drinks no wine, Which is a fhrewd fign That all's not fo well as it should be. These three, when they drink, Not old with their years, Nor cold with their fears; But their angry ftars ftill defying. Mirth makes them not mad, Nor fobriety fad ; But of that they are feldom in danger; At the Hague they're at home; TO SIR JOHN MENNIS, Being invited from Calais to Bologne, to eat a Pig. ALL on a weeping Monday, With a fat Bulgarian floven, To Bologne is gone, Whom I think they call old Loven. Hadft thou not thy fill of carting, When When nose lay in breech, And breech made a speech, A knight by land and water Thou might't have ta'en example, On an ambling tit As thy predeceffor Dory. But oh the roof of linen, Intended for a shelter ! But the rain made an afs Of tilt and canvas; And the fnow which you know is a melter. But with thee to inveigle That tender stripling Astcot, Who was foak'd to the skin, Through drugget fo thin, Having neither coat nor waistcoat. He being proudly mounted, For thief without grace, That goes to make a wry mouth. Nor Nor did he like the omen, For fear it might be his doom With gullet in ftring, ---A hymn of Robert Wisdom. But what was all this bufinefs? When affairs are not great, The neighbours make but a fport on't. To a goodly fat fow's baby, That day fure was thine, NATURA NATURATA. HAT gives us that fantastic fit, WHAT That all our judgment and our wit To vulgar cuftom we fubmit? Treafon, theft, murder, and all the reft Why is it then thought fin or fhame, From whence we went, and whence we came ? Nature, Nature, whate'er fhe wants, requires ; Death the abhors; yet when men die, Forbidden wares fell twice as dear; A most abominable rate did bear. 'Tis plain our eyes and ears are nice, Thus reafon's fhadows us betray, From nature, both her guide and way. SARPEDON's Speech to GLAUCUS, in the Twelfth Book of Homer. THUS to Glaucus fpake Divine Sarpedon, fince he did not find Others, as great in place, as great in mind. Our flock, our herds, and our poffeffions more? Why Why all the tributes land and fea affords Heap'd in great chargers, load our sumptuous boards ? Of the rich grape, whilst musick charms their ears. We ftand the first; that when our Licians fee Or if death fought not them who seek not death, MARTIAL |