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Poems on several occasions being the result of idle hours, to please the desire of some friends / written by J.T. Esq.
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J. T., Esq.
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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
Hell and of a Future State Not knowing that all Things are govern'd by Fate But suppose we should grant such Places there should be A cleansing Purgatory will set us all free Then what wise Man nay but of common Sense Will change the Present for the Future Tense The Answer HOld Atheist hold and stop your ranting Course Learn to be humble and have some remorse Hearken unto those learned grave Divines And they will convince you by their pert Lines That there is most certain a future State And that Repentance doth oft come to late And that God's Providence ruleth o're Fate There 's Heaven and Hell without restriction And Purgatory is but a Fiction Then what wise Man nay but of common Sense Will change the future for the present Tense Divide Impera INfernal Maxim which sure first did come From him who first dividcs to overcome The grand Disturber of perverse Mankind Who doth not loiter but always doth mind The way that most conduceth to his Ends By sowing Discords between chiefest Friends By fomenting in Families debate 'Tween dearest Consort and her loving Mate By setting Kingdoms in a burning flame Thereby to bring us unto endless blame I wonder that after so long a time Thou hast been detected in Prose and Rhyme Mankind should love their slavery and Sins And not beware of thy sad cursed Gins And their true Happiness to understand By loving Concord God's blessed command Concord Love Peace and Mistick unity Being the greatest Mirror of the Deity Which will lead us to that good land of Peace Where blessed Union will never cease The Earth God's bountifulness doth declare The Firmament sheweth his handy Works His Goodness extendeth every where To Christians Jews Indians and Turks No finite Being can it apprehend How far his loving Mercy doth extend A PSALM TO render thanks unto the Lord How great a Cause have I Who me hath heard And not deferr'd To hear me from on high He breathed in me hreath of Life When straight I did begin As soon as born O wretch forlorn To lead a Life of Sin And so have since continued To vex his wrathful ire Tho' the great God Be with his Rod A great consuming Fire To all those that do still persist In wickedness to dwell The Lord will Curse Without remorse And throw him into Hell But they that do his blest Commands Endeavour to fulfil In Heaven above With Peace and Love They shall for ever dwell The Lord by his great Providence Hath sav'd me as in Tower When I was sick He did not stick To help me by his Power His Mercyes are so very great They do so far exceed That they may move Vs all to love The Articles of our Creed On Faith FAITH by which alone it is that we can Believe that the great God created Man And when lapsed Man from his bliss did fall In State of Grace he did him reinstall By promising Light and Life in Christ his Son Whose Life and Light before the World begun If we his Light would fully apprehend We should love and imitate our bless'd Friend And let our darkness by his Rays be lighted Then we shall never more be benighted By Faith we know Things formerly have been By Faith we still do hope for Things not seen On Hope HOPE from which our comfort doth proceed From the saving Articles of our Creed Hope the Comfort both of the good and bad Who still do'st cheat us when we are most sad Who do'st restore the lingring sick to Health Who makest the poor Beggar full of Wealth Who suitest every Condition Who art the universal Physician Thou Comfort of all Miseries below Because we hope we shall them all forgo And live where Love and Charity doth dwell Thou Heaven to those that on Earth do well On Charity HAD I the Faith to see into Heaven That all my Sins are freely forgiven By Christ his blessed Merits not my own For which my Life and Soul both will I pawn Could shining Angels tongue or that of Men From learned Homer down to good old Ben. My wretched hope but in the least inspire To be one of their famed learned Quire If that pure Charity I could not gain Both my Faith and my Hope were still in vain On S. V. HAppy 's the Man that walks by Reasons light Who curbeth his Passions dark at Night His Life is assuredly in the right Who having seen his Vanity and Crimes And Alteration of Humane Times Doth mind that Thing for which he was born To serve his God the Church and State adorn He 's still a New and constant Almanack And always remains unchanged Shadrach On the Death of an Insant LIttle Primrose soon sprung fading Flower Who bloomest and dyest within an Hour The true Emblem of all Humane Power Which extended to ne'er so long a date Must yet submit to all conquering Fate As do all sublunaries soon or late Thrice happy he whose fertile Mothers Womb Doth prove to him a Sepulcher or Tomb. If he be so unfortunate forlorn As in this troublesome World to be born The next great happiness that he can crave Is early to wish for or find a Grave And be not this World's Darling nor its Slave On the Death of T. T. Esq SHall good Men dye and no Poetick Knell Out sound the tinckling of the Parish Bell Shall the Memory of the Good and Just Perish as doth the rude and common Dust No no such Things our Eyes can never see Till all the Race of Mankind cease to be For he that 's Truth it self hath expressed The Memory of the Just shall be blessed But the wicked which are not by Faith begot Their Name and their Memory both shall rot This wise Man whom this earthy Tomb contains Early did dig within those richest Veins Where that inestimable Treasure lies Worth more then this fading Worlds both Indies He oft did view that true sacred Record God's holy revealed and written Word And did transcribe that Copy in his life By loving bless'd Concord and hating Strife His Prince and Country Laws he did obey And no Man's Interest he would betray He perform'd an Husbands duty to 's Wife By living in Amity free from Strife And when the great Almighty did them part She was always inshrined in his Heart For a true Widower free from all stain Constant till his Death he did remain His Children in God's Laws he did instruct And gave them drink from that true Aqueduct My barren dry and thirsty Crabstock Muse Still doth remain without the least excuse After such manure such Fruit to produce His Covenant with Servants he did fulfil And left them not to their disorder'd Will But taught them their Duty to their great Lord Whom they all worshipped with one accord His Duty to God he did ne'er neglect His Neighbour as himself he did respect And true and real Friendship did affect But that on Earth being not so resin'd As was his