without alteration Not to be byassed by a whole Nation All just Quarrels to allow and maintain As long as any blood is left in a vein He seeks for Succour of none but God alone Who slew a thousand Men with an Asses bone On Temperance AJug and Cup of a bright Ruby Rock In a Field of Silver nothing can shock She ruleth herself with discretion Being never taken in transgression Staying our courage in unlawful things A Virtue fit for Noble-men and Kings Guiding all things in Order and Degree Qualifying the heats of thee and me Keeps alway the mean both in word and deed And hath no cause to Vomit Purge or Bleed Temperance abstaineth from things unlawful And alway is Obedient and awful Despiseth this World desireth Heaven Which to the Temperate Man is givén On the Free-School at Fowey COme all you learned Athenian Ghosts Of whom the Ancients did make their boasts Me with your Pythagorean Souls inspire That I mayn't be untuneful in your Quoire Teach me to Consecrate this happy place To every Muse and to every Grace That of your Sons may be perpetual race Let me the beauty of this Fabrick tell May true learning in it for ever dwell And may it all other Schools far excel Yet none of her Sisters will I dispraise But she should wear the Lawrel and the Bays And now I should forget my A B C Should I forget to speak in praise of thee Most Famous and truly learned Mr. Weeks Who might pass for one of the Native Greeks Who hath brought School-learning to perfection By mending her Beauty and Complection And hath made her lovers enjoy her more In three Months time than a whole year before Abreviating those pedantick Rules That make School-Boys but understanding Mules A method yet unknown to other Schools Thy patience all follies doth wink at Nil tam dificile est quod non Solertia vincat Thou canst correct without the severe rod Having of learning's rules the true method This if any doubts let him be advis'd By the Grammars thou hast epitomis'd And now all you Neighbours that dwell around That are not in Gulph of Ignorance drown'd Would you have your Children instructed well Would you have them with honest folks to dwell Foy School doth carry the largest bell On J. M. of T. Esquire TO Sing the praises of vertuous Men I want the skill of Shadwell or of Ben. But with that slender Poetry I have I 'le mind his Memory and pay his Grave His Youthful years were spent at Court Where the accomplish'd Nobles do resort Where he his swift time did not idly spend But was always most useful to his friend He did the King and his great Court adorn And Vâ—â—e and Flattery did hate and scorn Likewise that Hellish crime Rebellion And was an honour to Endellion For when vile Rebels struck off England's head All Peace and Happiness from England sled And each his Sword in 's Brothers bowells shed He then did espouse the Loyal party And was in that Cause Zealous and hearty Fighting for 's King true Liberty and Laws Nay for God and his good righteous Cause And before most famous Plimouth's great Town He purchased much Honour and Renown But when God's omnipotence destroy'd that Boar That his Vineyard had so much spoil'd and tore And brought our Good King to his home in Peace All fearful Wars and Bloodsheds then did cease Our friend return'd to his Country-Seat No way aspiring to be vainly great He spent his after time in tranquility Living decent not beyond ability He loved true Friendship and reality With good House-keeping and Hospitality He loved his Children and his dear Wife He lived in true Concord free from strife And injoyed a long and prosp'rous Life But who can avoid common destiny It being ordain'd for all once to die So we will leave our Friend in rest to lye Desiring Relations would cease to cry On J. V. of T. Esquire COme all you chiming Poets here lament My slow Muse will not ' bate you one per Cent. But doth implore and doth invoake you all To Celebrate this mournful Funeral And with your sounding Voice and Musick try To stop the Current of this mighty cry And sing out aloud for yours the trust is How equally he held the Ballance Justice And what Fortitude he shew'd in God's Cause By maintaining true Religious Laws What temperance he used in his life Th' elements of 's body were ne're in strise All actions he weigh'd and then did them choose And prudence in them all he still did use To keep ill company was very loath And it did grate his Ears to hear an Oath Virtue was not his task but his free choice For which he hath the universal voice Should I relate his Alms and house keeping I should set the Neighbourhood all a weeping His Religion soar'd to the highest pitch That our Gospel precepts do us teach For he not only loved his Friend but Foe Yet never gave any reason to be so And no Man's Charity can higher flow Should I tell all can be said of our Friend My Verse like to Writing would never end Therefore next I 'll give account of his Wives Omitting the Character of their Lives Of the first he might have reason to vaunt Being the present Bishop Trelawney's Aunt The Second was the Family of Glauvill A Woman full of Virtue free from ill Which would tempt the digression of my quill But all that I now of her shall relate She left many love Pledges to her Mate The last Woman he for his Consort chose Was Speccot Nichol's Widow of Penvose Surviving her since that he did remain A mournful Widower free from all stain Setting forth God's glory for which he was born Being fully ripe like a shock of Corn God hath gather'd him his Garner t' adorn Sent to him while living SIR I Hope you 'll take no Fancy or Conceit At this unpresidented uncompleat For I know you are so well Learned and well Bred To know you 'll live among the Immortal Dead Yet I hope you will stand it like a first Rate And anticipate your Destiny and Fate He that dyes dayly ne'er dies soon nor ' late Which I wish extended to the longest date In the mean time accept this poor slender Verse Which will want room upon your large mournful Herse On the Election at F. LOng have we in Peace and Happiness dwelt And ne'er the dismal Effects of discord felt When all our Interests were linked in one And none of us were single or alone When each our Minds revealed to other As confident as Brother to Brother Then was no difference in Elections Our Neighbours then had our Affections But now Discord hath made seperation Foreign we are as Nation to Nation I wish we would be better advised And all of us become Naturalized Laying aside all Circumvention Let the Publick Good be our pretention For which let 's have a real Intention And set an
POEMS ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS Being the Result of Idle HOURS To please the Desire of some FRIENDS Written by J. T. Esq A Jove Principium LONDON Printed in the Year MDCC TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE Sir ROBERT SOVTHWELL The AUTHOR wisheth all Present and Future Happyness SIR THE manifold undeserved Favours I have received from your Hands being altogether a Stranger to you have laid an eternal Obligation on me And I being uncapable of making any return of Gratitude at so great a Distance besides the acknowledgement of Your Courtesies I have made bold to present you with the Perusul of a few Essays of a dull Fancy and my idle Hours The Subjects treated on tho' not handled with that Judgment and Fancy that an abler Pen would have done however some of them may serve to intimate that true Office of a Friend which is to mind the eternal good of his Friend Which unquestionably Sir is the utmost bent of Your Thoughts However I do hope Sir you will set a good Construction on this presumption of Mine and axcept of these as a faint Acknowledgment of Your unmerited Favours from him who will ever remain SIR Your Real and Faithful Friend and Servant I. T. This Book of Poems lent to J. W and return'd with these following Lines GO Learned Muse go back to him again Whose Verse is Witty Grave Jacose and plain If I could Feast thee with becoming Chear Thou should'st be welcome and stay longer here But tell thy Master tho' I cannot send The like to him yet I can his commend Thou art an Eden grac'd with many a Bower A Bee extracting Honey from each Flower Arm'd with a Sting yet careful to offend None but the Atheist who is no Man's Friend Whom yet thou dost not take delight to Wound But only search his Sore to make him Sound Brisk as a Rural Nymph and all as Fair In desent Garbs thy Trops and Figures are In thee the Graces naked I espy But nought offensive to a Virgins Eye Nought like the Geer our mincing Females show In the Belcony of their staring Brow But what all Love and Covet Tooth and Nail Like a fair Beauty cover'd with a Veil Obscenity if I the Truth can hit Is but the Flyblow of a rotten Wit The Foreskin of a Fancy rude and base To its own Shame cast in the Readers Face The Inwards of a Pockyfied Thought Vp thro' the Mouth by Salivation brought Civility inverted and the A se Of Poesie turned up in leprous Verse To such vile Stuff their Muse who prostitute Are Runagado's to their own repute But thy Euterpe taketh care to hush What e're might tempt a modest Face to blush Dear Sir keep on as nobly you begin To hate low Vice and lash unmanly Sin How precious is good Husbandry of Time When Vertue is the Poets Anti-Rhyme When he delights to sow a gallant Strife Between his Pen and emulating Life I 'le be your Pupil Sir and strive to Chuse Each blessed Vertue praised by your Muse If she commend the Meek and Gall-less Dove I 'le fly to meet her on the Wings of Love If pure Affections in a body Chast To clasp her Beauty I will run as fast If Justice Mercy Temperance my Soul With hers Cemented shall compose one Whole How blessed is that Musick when two Parts Strike Concord in an Vnison of Hearts 'T is Heaven below to do like those above And Hell on Earth in foretast not to Love Truth Sung in Anthems is the Angels Food And to forget ill turns a God-like Good But why does my dry Muse thus toyl in vain This Subject better suites your richer Strain Yet when we meet within those blest abodes Which Poets stile the Palace of their Gods When the great Judge shall come to punish that Which guilty Felix hearing trembled at 'T will add one Gem the more to your bright Crown If any Grace you teach be made my own To me no less Addition will accrew If 1 in ought that 's brave can pleasure you When each to others Soul is a Divine Both like the Stars in Heaven clear will Shine POEMS ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS c. The Character of a Theist OF Mankinds several Inquisitions Divines Statists or Polititians Lawyers Astronomers Physicians He 's the Philosopher that truly can Find the Original and End of Man When he doth Causes most truly Consult And searcheth into Mistery's most occult Shall find that this is the truest result That some first Cause of all Things there must be And who but the great God alone is he Primary supernatural Being Who did make All-Hearing and All-Seeing And gave to All their created Being With Intellects suitable to his own That they his Omnipotence all should own And dread his Power by whom the Angels fell From their exalted State as low as Hell And by their Example learn to Control Th' inordinate Appetites of the Soul And strive to practice that pure Law Divine Which blessed God on Mount Sinai made shine With that most pure and perfect Law of Love Which that spotless Gall-less glorious Dove Reveal'd on Earth as 't is in Hea'vn above He scorns for this World's Profit or Pleasure To quit so Inestimable a Treasure For being truly written in his Heart From it he never will swerve or depart Till he comes to that happy blessed Place Where ravishing Glory shall swallow up Grace Thus the Character of the Theist ends The happiest of Mortals best of Friends The Character of an Atheist OF all Dissemblers Villaines and of Rogues That ever wore Goloshoos Boots or Brogues Th' Endellion Devil bears the mark alone The greatest Villain made of Flesh and Bone Malice and Envy and all Sin beside Most of all Lust Covetousness and Pride Do still perplex and agitate his Soul Which empty is of what should it controul Honesty Friendship and Marriage Ties Are look'd on by him but as Fooleries Fit only to hinder all Native Liberties Who is always Plotting Deceit and Guile When he intends to kill begins to Smile The truest Embleme of the Crocodile This cunning Serpent so like the Devil Designing nought but Mischief and Evil When fairest shoes he makes and most pretence 'T is but on purpose to delude the Sense Which when he'th seduc'd and caus'd to believe He designs more Mischief than Satan did to Eve O mighty Atheist with thee there 's no dispute Deceit 's thy Essence Cunning thy Attribute Interest is thy God if thou hast any But I do fear that is but one of many For Heathens use to Worship more than one they say But thou hast not learn'd to any how to pray To Decypher thee rightly if that I cou'd A White Witch full of Evil yet thought good For when thou 'st a mind to do any Evil Thou appearest an Angel as did the Devil Whose deluding Subtilties Frauds and Deceits Thou imitatests so well with all his Cheats Thou lackest nothing but his Badge the Teats But thy Description all Verse doth
do lye ' the Simple Fool and Brave 〈…〉 those for his Funeral Text. On Mr. Grenvil's Book ALthough the Author Creature wanted sight Yet God in the Creature hath shown great Light And made him see quite thro' the liquid Skies With clearer Prospect then blind Mortals Eyes The Great Bright Glorious Eternal Wise God-man Mercy reveal'd in the Creature In ev'ry Stature and in ev'ry Feature In ev'ry Sex and in ev'ry Condition The eternal ever Wise Physician Hath shown his Love Care and Protection His wonderful and great Affection By curing all their Mortal Maladies Gotten by being sadly purblind Wise Again he gave them their full Prospect Sight Feet for the Lame to walk and Hands to Fight The Dumb he made to sing his grateful Praise The Dead to healthful Life again did raise He Cured the Womans great Flux of Blood To whom Physicians could do no good He opened wide the dead barren Womb And preserved Infants till time to come His Providence and universal Care Is always present also ev'ry where Even to a Sparrow and a small Hair And to the Men which in a Garden are Advice to a Painter DRaw the World before God the Word and Light Brought it from th' fathomless Abyss of Night Draw it right Chaos a confused Matter A crinkle crankle Cypher but no Letter Draw Atomes of various Figures and Forms Blown hither and thither by various Storms Some short some long some angular and round Some little some middle and some prosound Composing Chaos in Order and Frame In the which we Mortals now see the same Men Beasts Fish Birds Trees Herbs and also Plants Sun Moon and Stars with creeping Pismires and Ants. Draw this All with skill and so to the Life That they no Pictures show or a Lot's Wife Which may otherwise cause Dispute with Swords Concerning how Atoms composed Words All this kind Painter if you cannot do Learn to distinguish real Paint from true Divinity On Ireland IRELAND whence they have their Name various said And as hard it is to tell as who is a Maid But the Natives Disposition and Temper Idem per idem facit idem semper From Noah tho' they do derive their Pedigree 'T is of later Date as the Wise may plainly see From Scota hard-hearted King Pharaoh's Daughter Or from a viler Wretch which followed after Judas I mean whom they very much resemble And who can as cunningly as he dissemble If a Child be known by being like the Mother They do very much resemble one the other For as he his Master betrayed with a Kiss So they in no respect at all come short of this For when the greatest Protestations they make They soonest will you kill betray deceive forsake They say the Land no venemous Thing produces The Natives having all in their Blood and Juices Worship they own with shew and Superstition As Mountebanks imitate the Phisician Altho' St. Patrick from Heathens did them convert He never could change their Natures Manners nor Heart On Friendship FRiendship thou empty Name but nought beside Which changest with the Wind or with the Tide Of Man's Affection Interest Passion Caemelion like to any Fashion Thou cheating cousening subtil Chimmick Gold Which art so slippery no Man can thee hold Thou glittering Varnish and painted Glass Thou tinkling Cymbal and thou sounding Brass Thou promisest Mountains but at the Birth Bring'st forth a Mouse as did the pregnant Earth In all our Troubles Discontents and Grief Thou pretendest to give us ease and relief Yet canst not Cure the Bodies subtil Pains Such as the Stone which much afflicts the Reines Nor yet the Afflictions of the Mind Thou for that Cure no good Receipt can'st find Afflictions which are caused by Sin Which do disturb the hidden Man within Therefore give o're and cease thou empty Name Any more henceforth the World for to shame On Friendship THou precious Elixer of our Lives Beyond the endearment of our kind Wives Thou Good thou Great thou universal Cure Gainst all the ill poor Mortals do endure Thou comfort of our Lives sum of our Joys To whom all Things below are gaudes and toys Thou Soul thou All in every Part As well in Head and Foot as in the Heart Thou Center of our happiness in thee Is comprehended the great number Three Whose Love and Friendship never can have end Who giv'st us the great blessing of a Friend A gift which God to Man hath freely given To be the sweetest Antepast of Heaven On Drunkenuess THou foolish apish hocus pocus Sin Thou outest Wit yet perswad'st its in Who to Damnation play'st the Platonick And seekest Health in a Disease that 's Cronick Thou Pisky which foolest us with firm ground When with dirt and puddle we are drown'd And fancy our Head 's steady when it goes round Which makes us think we can guide the Globe When the watr'y latax hath drown'd each lobe And Spirits like Fairies dancing round the Brain Having dethroned Reason begin to Reign Who by willfull and Arbitrary Sway Phaeton like would guide the Day But by that ambitious blind desire Set the little Microcosme Man on fire Fear God and keep all his blessed Commands And fear not the force of Weapons or Hands For he can in less Times space than an Hour Confound all this Humane Force and Power And thereby assert his Power to Rule Turning Humane Wisdome to Ridicule On the P. Infallibility THe Holy Psalmist doth plainly assir That all Mankind are Lyars and Infirm How came the Holy P. then free from Error Cause he never view'd himself in that Mirror For certainly it is humane to err But it is most beastlike to persevere Then sure the P. disowns Humane Nature And may be judged some other Creature On the Quakers THe Scripture saith none doth good no not one How come these People then to be alone When our Saviour himself was tempted How came these Quakers to be exempted Or do they think they have the same Spirit Which he from his Father did Inherit Which made him still temptation Proof And caus'd his Adversary to stand aloof No certain they have need to be redeem'd However by themselves they are esteem'd Their righteousness is but as filthy Raggs For all their Euthusiastical brags Their dark Glow-worm ignus fatuus Light Will doubtless lead them to eternal Night On Love LOve the highest and greatest blessing Beyond our thinking or weak expressing And yet within our own possessing The Cement of the whole Creation Which keeps each Man within his Station When we missthee but one half Hour All our sweets are turn'd to sow'r Thou makest all conditions pleasant And changest our coursest Fare to Pheasant But what mortal Man is there so wise Thy praises fully to Characterise He must have thy Idea in his Heart That would shew then but of thy self a part But if thou wilt appear in a Figure Than all our Gifts and Graces bigger What made the whole Creations Frame Eternal Love