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Some new pieces never before publish'd by the author of the Satyrs upon the Jesuites.
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Oldham, John, 1653-1683.
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Wing O249; ESTC R236893
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when he has it wit to use the same Grant him sound Health impair'd by no Disease Nor by his own Excess Let him in strength of Mind and Body live â—…ut not his Reason nor his Sense survive His Age if Age he e're must live to see Let it from want Contempt and Care be free But not from Mirth and the delights of Poetry Grant him but this he 's amply satisfi'd And scorns whatever Fate can give beside Paraphrase upon HORACE BOOK II. ODE XIV Eheu fugaces Posthume Posthume Labuntur anni c. 1. ALas dear Friend alas time hastes away Nor is it in our pow'r to bribe its stay The rolling years with constant motion run Lo while I speak the present minute 's gone And following hours urge the foregoing on 'T is not thy Wealth 't is not thy Power 'T is not thy Piety can thee secure They 're all too feeble to withstand Grey Hairs approaching Age and thy avoidless end When once thy fatal Glass is run When once thy utmost Thread is spun 'T will then be fruitless to expect Reprieve Could'st thou ten thousand Kingdoms give In purchase for each hour of longer life They would not buy one gasp of breath Not move one jot inexorable Death 2. All the vast stock of humane Progeny Which now like swarms of Insects â—…wl Upon the Surface of Earth's spacious Ball Must quit this Hillock of Mortality And in its Bowels buried lie The mightiest King and proudest Potentate In spight of all his Pomp and all his State Must pay this necessary Tribute unto Fate The busie restless Monarch of the times which now Keeps such a pother and so much ado To fill Gazettes alive And after in some lying Annal to survive Ev'n He ev'n that great mortal Man must die And stink and rot as well as thou and I As well as the poor tatter'd Wretch that begs his bread And is with scraps out of the common Basket fed 3. In vain from dangers of the bloudy Field we keep In vain we escape The sultry Line and stormy Cape And all the treacheries of the faithless Deep In vain for health to forein Countries we repair And change our English for Mompellier Air In hope to leave our fears of dying there In vain with costly far-fetch'd Drugs we strive To keep the wasting vital Lamp alive In vain on Doctors feeble Art rely Against resistless Death there is no remedy Both we and they for all their skill must die And fill alike the Bedrols of Mortality 4. Thou must thou must resign to Fate my Friend And leave thy House thy Wife and Family behind Thou must thy fair and goodly Mannors leave Of these thy Trees thou shalt not with thee take Save just as much as will thy Coffin make Nor wilt thou be allow'd of all thy Land to have But the small pittance of a six-foot Grave Then shall thy prodigal young Heir Lavish the Wealth which thou for many a year Hast hoarded up with so much pains and care Then shall he drain thy Cellars of their Stores Kept sacred now as vaults of buried Ancestors Shall set th' enlarged Butts at liberty Which there close Pris'ners under durance lie And wash these stately Floors with better Wine Than that of consecrated Prelates when they dine The PRAISE of HOME RODE 1. HAil God of Verse pardon that thus I take in vain Thy sacred everlasting Name And in unhallow'd Lines blaspheme Pardon that with strange Fire thy Altars I profane Hail thou to whom we mortal Bards our Faith submit Whom we acknowledg our sole Text and holy Writ None other Judg infallible we own But Thee who art the Canon of authentick Wit alone Thou art the unexhausted Ocean whence Sprung first and still do flow th' eternal Rills of sense To none but Thee our Art Divine we owe From whom it had its Rise and full Perfection too Thou art the mighty Bank that ever do'st supply Throughout the world the whole Poetick Company With thy vast stock alone they traffick for a name And send their glorious Ventures out to all the Coasts of Fame 2. How trulier blind was dull Antiquity Who fasten'd that unjust Reproach on Thee Who can the sensless Tale believe Who can to the false Legend credit give Or think thou wantedst sight by whom all others see What Land or Region how remote soe're Does not so well describ'd in thy great Draughts appear That each thy native Country seems to be And each t' have been survey'd and measur'd out By thee Whatever Earth does in her pregnant Bowels bear Or on her fruitful Surface wear What e're the spacious Fields of Air contain Or far extended Territories of the Main Is by thy skilful Pencil so exactly shown We scarce discern where thou or Nature best has drawn Nor is thy quick all-piercing Eye Or check'd or bounded here But farther does surpass and farther does descry Beyond the Travels of the Sun and Year Beyond this glorious Scene of starry Tapestry Where the vast Purliews of the Sky And boundless waste of Nature lies Thy Voyages thou mak'st and bold Discoveries What there the Gods in Parliament debate What Votes or Acts i'th'Heav'nly Houses pass By Thee so well communicated was As if thou'dst been of that Cabal of State As if Thou hadst been sworn the Privy-Counsellor of Fate 3. What Chief who does thy Warrior's great Exploits survey Will not aspire to Deeds as great as they What generous Readers would he not inspire With the same gallant Heat the same ambitious Fire Methinks from Ida's top with noble Joy I view The warlike Squadrons by his daring Conduct led I see th' immortal Host engaging on his side And him the blushing Gods out do Where e're he does his dreadful Standards bear Horror stalks in the Van and Slaughter in the Rere Whole Swarths of Enemies his Sword does mow And Limbs of mangled Chiefs his passage strow And flouds of reeking Gore the Field o'reflow While Heavn's dread Monarch from his Throne of State With high concern upon the Fight looks down And wrinkles his Majestick Brow into a Frown To see bold Man like him distribute Fate 4. While the great Macedonian Youth in Non-age grew Not yet by Charter of his years set free From Guardians and their slavish tyranny No Tutor but the Budg Philosophers he knew And well enough the grave and useful Tools Might serve to read him Lectures and to please With unintelligible Jargon of the Schools And airy Terms and Notions of the Colleges They might the Art of Prating and of Brawling teach And some insipid Homilies of Vertue preach But when the mighty Pupil had outgrown Their musty Discipline when manlier Thoughts possess'd His generous Princely Broast Now ripe for Empire and a Crown And fill'd with lust of Honour and Renown He then learnt to contemn The despicable things the men of Flegm Strait he to the dull Pedants gave release And a more noble Master strait took place Thou who