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A37001	New poems, consisting of satyrs, elegies, and odes together with a choice collection of the newest court songs set to musick by the best masters of the age / all written by Mr. D'Urfey.; Poems. Selections	D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.	1690 (1690)	Wing D2754; ESTC R17889	58,210	230

Religion in their kind From Schisms false Doctrine and Ambition free And pride the darling Sin of poor Mortality XXII Here ere the Lawns with Summer blessings crown'd Pleas'd with their lusty Health they nimbly bound ' Free from the Weathers wild ingrateful storms The trembling Hares sit quiet in their Forms Sweet smelling Panthers of whose Spots we read In modern Pamphlet here may welcome feed But yet no Baptist Boar nor foaming Bear can graze Nor one Immortal Hind in all the Place XXIII When the great General with Victorious Sword Thrice happy Englands best of Kings restor'd When Crouds were to Obedience forc'd to bow And old Rebellions Giant-head lay low The mighty Genius of this God of War Big with his Merit did this Place prepare And smiling on him with an awful Grace Spoke thus Thou wondrous Man rest here in Peace XXIV Here let thy glass of Life in quiet run And let the World admire what thou hast done Thou that from Chaos didst to order bring Dissenting Crowds that shuffled out the King And when black gathering Clowds of Mischief grew Too dark for any but thy Eyes to view That all the jarring parts thy power might know Spak'st loud let there be Light and it was so XXV This said the Genius bow'd his awful head And at his Feet the conquer'd Trophies laid From hence a Series of new Years ran on Till throng'd with Time this great triumphant Man Like some tall lofty Pine with blessings crown'd Sunk with his mellow Glories to the ground Leaving behind a Theme far more sublime Than e'er agen will grace succeeding Time XXVII Sir still in you we the old Hero see The same true Courage and true Loyalty The Father of his Country does return You in a Phenix rising from his Urn Whose stedfast Faith no Interest could sway So well his Heart had taught him to obey To serve his Prince all Dangers would run o'er Dreading to stormy Sea nor no inhospitable shore XXVII Yet tho this Sir on Duties score you do Reason advises to be cautious too When from high Towers you see the dazling height 'T were direct madness to precipitate Hard is the Game you long have had to play Many would have you go and more to stay To keep you here still wish your faithful Friends But Og would have you gone for his own ends XXVIII Projecting Og by you like Taper snuft Like Spider now with innate Venom puft A Bulk sincere but there 's no Faith in that For all Men are not honest that are fat This Age by a new jugling Fallacy Fattens those most who best can Cheat and Lye Who with next Heir at Law would trust his health Or who a bloated Bancrupt with his wealth XXIX To Fame and Truth your Soul did ever bend The bravest Man is still the truest Friend Heaven its best Graces to your Heart disclos'd There all the Elements so well compos'd That no unruly Passion dares aspire Not too much Earth nor yet too little Fire But in your Bosom form'd all gently move You shew at once the Eagle and the Dove XXX Forgive me Sir that I these Truths relate And believe Flattery is a thing I hate The Courtier 's Gloss to varnish his dull Speech Could I have flatter'd well I had been Rich A well form'd Parasite's an Art so dear I might have got three hundred Pound a year That now can boast no greater Wealth my due Than a good Character from such as You. XXXI And rich I am in that may then your years Rowl on with Joy and may you know no Cares May bounteous Plenty bless you with her Store And all the teeming Western Mines with Ore May Spicy Breezes cool the parching Air That no hot Ray presume t' offend the Fair And in a happy hour may England boast She can win back the Treasure she has lost Mr. HAINE●'s Second Recantation A PROLOGUE intended to be spoken by him dress'd in a Turkish habit MY Reconversion Sirs you heard of late I told you I was turn'd but not to what The truth disguis'd for Cause best known to me But now what really I am you see In vain did English Education work My Faith was sixt I always was a Turk Besides my rambling Steps ere I came home Constantinople reach'd as well as Rome And by the Mufti who nice Virtue priz'd For being so Circumspect was Circumcis'd 'T is true I did endeavor to refuse That dam'd old silly Custom of the Iews Because I was asham'd of being shown I was too plump a Babe an Infant too well grown But they would finish what they had begun So between Turk and Iew my Jobb was done I wish the promis'd blessing may appear I 'm sure I bought Religion plaguy dear For to be free I greater Danger ran Of being an Eunuch than a Musselman But Constancy takes strangly in that Place My manly Suffering won the Peoples Grace I gain'd their Hearts their chiefest Secrets saw We whor'd and got Drunk contrary to Law I had five Wives thank the dear Prophet for it A Black a Blew a Brown a Fair a Carrot And by the way 't is worth your Observation To note the sollid Wisdom of that Nation Wives are like Spannels there and when ye marry You need but whistle Wife must fetch and carry A pretier Custom if I understand Than 't is in England here where they Command The Ladies here may without Scandal shew Face or white Bubbies to each Ogling Beau But there close veil'd not one kind Glance can fall She that once shews her Face will shew ye all Wits there are too but Poet there 's but one A huge unweildy jarring Lute and Tunn That spite of all my Parts the Laurel won Not for his skill in Satyr or in Lyricks Or for his humble Stile in lofty Panegyricks Or the rare Images that swell his Noddle But sitting up and Joking o'er a Bottle His Patron 's Wit still as his own is us'd Yet never had a Friend but he abus'd What is his own has neither Plot nor Soul Nor ever one good thought but what he stole Eating not Writing is his proper Function Supper 's his Sacrament his Extreme Unction Like Whores condemn'd that free themselves from Chains He pleaded for 't his Belly I my Brains But Poet Belly routed Poet Haines Missing this Post I get into the Wars But finding quickly there 's were real jars Not liking that robust Confusion there Sneak'd off in time to get Commission here Well knowing that what ever wrongs are righting You London Blades have wiser ways than fighting FINIS Books Printed for Abel Roper at the Bell near Temple-Bar 1. A Weeks Exercise preparatory towards the Reception of the Holy Communion Dedicated to the Princess of Denmark by W. W. 2. Life and Reign of Innocent the Eleventh late Pope of Rome Books Printed for John Bullord at the Old Black Bear in St. Paul's Church Yard 1. A Critical History of the Text of the New Testament Wherein is firmly Establish'd the Truth of those Acts on which the Foundation of Christian Religion is laid By R. Simon Priest 2. A View of the true Interest of the several States of Europe since the Accession of their Present Majesties to the Imperial Crown of Great Britain Also shewing the many Advantages of a strict Union in Opposition to the Unjust Usurpations and False Pretensions of the French King Both quarto * Snetonius writes of Augustus that he was not only an extraordinary lover of the ingenious Authors of that Age but also an excellent Poet himself he once writ a bitter Satyr against a Poet who durst return no answer only saying Periculosum est in e●m scribere qui potest proscribere * A Cant amongst Gamesters signifying a Cheat. * Marcus Aurelius Antoninus was Sirnamed Philosophus not only for his knowledge but also practice of Philosophy and was observed to have often in his Mouth that speech of Plato Tunc florent Respublicae quando Philosophus Regit vel Rex Philosophatur † This Emperor was also very Eloquent and a good Poet as Martial testifies of him vid. his Epigram of him lib. 11. Epig. 6. Quanta quies placidi tanta est facundia Nervae * 'T is reported of him that Augustus once earnestly desiring him to sing was deny'd * To the Eighteen penny Gallery † To the Pit * Puts on a great Peruke * Pulls of a Peruke and claps on a broad Hatt * Alluding to an old erroneous Opinion of the Ancients that the Ash not bearing her yearly Keys as accustom'd boded Revolutions of State or the distress or death of some great Prince or Monarch † Porgne the Wife of Tereus turn'd into a Swallow ‖ I●ys her Son turn'd into a Pheasant * K. Charles II. * London * The Church * Porcia * A Spanish Wreck found and a vast Treasure taken up from the bottom of the Sea and lately brought home * A short Character of New-Hall his Grace's House in Essex * Stroking his Mustaches