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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A41430	Poems and translations, written upon several occasions, and to several persons by a late scholar of Eaton.	Goodall, Charles, 1671-1689.	1689 (1689)	Wing G1092; ESTC R8475	55,376	182

break And all in Tears to his lov'd Hylas speak THYRSIS And canst thou Hylas thou be so unkind Thus to leave me and Life behind And canst thou think of me without regret On Love's account for millions run in debt HYLAS No Thyrsis Hylas can 't unconstant prove Nor have I yet been wavering in my Love But emulous Fate summons us both to part Hast thou not a sufficient Pledge my Heart THYRSIS Yet out of sight I shall be out of mind Ah! Hylas should you prove unkind Officious Fate would need no other Knife To cut in two my ravell'd Thread of Life HYLAS Nature her self shall first unhinged be The whole Creation lose its Symmetry Iron th' attractive Loadstone shall forsake When I the sacred League of Friendship break THYRSIS Into a confus'd Chaos shall be hurl'd The shatter'd Atoms of the World The Needle too the Northern point shall shun And with my Promise Rivers backwards run HYLAS To Hylas then be sure you never fail Kisses to send by every gentle Gale. Let Hylas be your talk Hylas your Dreams Transport me Sighs over the Belgick Streams THYRSIS To Thyrsis without intermission pay Your bounden Duty night and day And nothing less to Thyrsis than to Heaven For Life and Love by both alike are given Pray to the Gods but I can hardly say Whether to them you first presume to pray No your first and last thoughts must be my due Come Hylas then once more renew Your everlasting Vow before your long Adieu HYLAS I swear by all the Thunderbolts of Jove By those revengeful Darts of injur'd Love By Life and Death and all the Powers above To comprehend them all I swear by You That I for ever will be just and true THYRSIS May all the Plagues that Vengeance has in store For Infidelity these and more With Aggravations light on perjur'd Me If I be guilty of Unconstancy Or if an Action be against me brought Of one suspicious Deed or doubtful thought This said ravish'd into an Ecstasie They would in their perfection die And strugling hardly to themselves can come Like Prophets with their Inspiration dumb Cupid the heavenly Mediator came And with two Arrows dipt in Honours Flame Their golden points piercing through both their hearts For tryal of their Faith and Vertue parts Hylas the Seas to Holland troubled bore And left deserted Thyrsis sighing on the shore A Greek EPIGRAM To Idera SHot by th' Artillery of your fair Eye So great my pains I would but cannot die Sicilian Tyrants never yet could Death deny Tears from my fester'd Wound like Matter flow And still the Fire you will not quench but blow What shall I do I 've ransack'd Nature's store She has no Plantain for a Lover's Sore Leucas the only Remedy is no more Ah! Madam you and only you can save Your Beauty that must heal the Wound it gave I 'm Telephus you have Achilles Arms You have and know you have all their inherent Charms However let me not like Chiron lie Cursing my self and you and Immortalitie Qualis conjectâ cerva sagittâ Quam procul incautam nemora inter Cresia fixit Pastor agens telis liquitque volatile ferrum Nescius illa fugâ silvas saltusque peragrat Dictaeos haeret lateri lethalis arundo Vir. Aeneid 4. On John Pig who was very famous for his great NOSE To Mr. R. Nichols TO say the Nose of Pig that cannot be There 's no comparison 't is all Hyperbole But he that would the naked Truth expose Must for distinction say Pig of the Nose Part of the 14th Satyr of Juvenal Against Covetousness With a long Preface taken out of the same Satyr Et quando uberior vitiorum copia quando Major Avaritiae patuit sinus Juv. Sat. To Mr. Will. Percival TOO many things Censorius there be That do entail an endless Infamy That brand a man with a deserved shame And spoil the lustre of an honest Name Which Parents to their Children do transmit And ground them in before their Alphabet 'T is no such wonder now-a-days to see How liquorish a little Boy will be Still craving change of Dainties to invite A squeamish Stomach to an Appetite Disdaining hearty Fare and wholsome Meat Consulting with Apicius what to eat When the old toothless Grandsire with his Gums Mumps Mushrooms Marmalade and Sugar-plums Sucks from Herculean Bowls the choicest Wines And does whatever Luxury enjoyns Go cries that Lust he runs Come and he 'll fly What Belly-God his Palate can deny No wonder if the Son precisely tread In the same path where his good Father led If he 's for this and t'other costly Bit Can down with nothing but what 's delicate And by Tradition keeps to the old Wish A Princely Kitchin and a Dainty Dish Thus Nature binds us by too hard a Law Domestick patterns easily withdraw Led by the Ignis Fatuus of their Vice We make no question but they must be wise And we fall on refusing to be nice Loth to be made Subjects for Ridicule Single exceptions from a Common Rule But most when great Authorities enforce We hurry on and follow the same course And strive if possible to be much worse Some few there be more vertuously inclin'd Whom Titan made of Clay the best refin'd Whom Titan has inspir'd with a more generous mind Who scorn by evil Precepts to be sway'd And by authentick wickedness betray'd Whilst others keep the track their Ancestors have made The generality go the common Road In which their bigotted Forefathers trod Considering not the way 's too easie and too broad Abstain from Vice if nothing else can move Thô other Reasons insufficient prove Let this prevail a Father's Duty and a Father's Love. Lest your Posterity imitating you Quote your Authority for what they do Your vile Example should infect the Times And you must bear your own and others Crimes There is a natural Veneration due Not only from your Son but for him too If an ill thought but comes into your head His presence ought to strike that Rebel dead And ev'n the Cradle-Infant stifle the misdeed Like Hercules that in his Swadling-bands Two Serpents crush'd between his Infant-hands Contemn not Children that are young and green They 're old enough to imitate your sin Besides with what Authority what face Can you reprove a Child for want of Grace And never think your self how many grains Must be allow'd for your own shallow Brains 'T is a considerable thing thou 'st done In getting of a true and lawful Son And adding to thy People's number one But that 's not all fit him for Peace or War The Clergys Pulpit or the Lawyers Bar The Tradesman's Shop or honest Ploughman's Share Capacitate him for some good Vocation The Service of his God his King and Nation Else to what purpose is this Propagation The Vultures leave their Storehouse in the Fields And bring their young ones what that Store-house yields These as they older grow hunt the

same Prey From their Dams mouths they gobled t'other day Breed up your Children well on that depends Their future State their good or their bad ends To other Vices Youth it self is prone Sordidness that unnatural sin alone Must be inculcated nor dares appear Without the Mask of provident and severe By these insinuations ground he gains Then wins the Field and as a Tyrant reigns Nor is it strange the covetous Gripe should be Prais'd for the vertue of Frugality That all respect to his bald pate be pay'd A long experienc'd Artist in his Trade Whose Furnace melts down the rich Ore of grounds Whose Hammer beats out Pennies into Pounds Rare Alchymist makes Money out of Mould Rare Midas at a touch turns all to Gold Now he that do's this pinching Art profess Will only Brother Miser's practice bless And to his silver God ascribe true happiness Him will he teach his Children to adore Tell them there is no Hell but to be poor That Heaven's Treasure lies in swelling Bags The Mark of all Believers holy Rags Vice has her Horn-book and successive Schools And steps by method Rudiments and Rules The quickest Wits can't all at once be taught 'T was by degrees that Mithridates brought Poyson to be no Poyson but a cordial Draught Here then he enters Children that are young Infants who have not yet well loos'd their lisping tongue To little sordid things first works their Brain Then to insatiable desires of gain No Masters but must Graduates first be Vice will not trust a Novice with the Key That picks the Lock of her Philosophy See how the Wretch feeds on a buried Chest With Famine starv'd of golden Dreams possest See how he will his Servants of their Wages cheat And grutches every fragment that they eat Each fragment of dry crust thô mouldy Bread What! Servants pamper'd upon Sallads fed See how he locks up Cabbage Sprouts and Leeks A parted Onion counting all the streaks See how wild rotten Olives he 'll devour And quaff off dregs Vinegar not so sour On his own Birth-day through a small Crow's quill Foul stinking Oyl upon his Herbs distil In raging Dog-Stars putrefying heat Bring out a Mess of yesterdays minc'd Meat On Beds of Straw free choice of pennance lie The Swines Alcove is richer in the Stie Frugality of a Sprat a Dinner makes For change of Raiment in the Dung-hill rakes Hang sneaking for a Feast in his best Cloaths He to the Beggar-boys a mumping goes In Winter runs to Bed before the Sun With Turfs and Rush-lights he shall be undone But to what purpose dost thou hoard up Pelf To ruin Prodigals and cheat thy self Why like the Bee thy time for nothing wast Nor of the fruits of all thy labours tast Honey for others luxury prepare A Beggar to the World rich only to thy Heir Why be a Pimp to prostitute thy store Like Damocles hungry like a Cynick poor Thy Soul is in a Dropsie and her thirst Will then be satisfy'd when she can burst Else pour down millions still thou art not well But thy inordinate desires with Riches swell Thy Sieve still gapes and yet can nothing hold Crassus his Cure was a sweet Drench of melted Gold. He that has least of Wealth desires it least Content is happiness Enough 's a Feast When two Farms will not do a third you 'll buy And cease to purchase with Eternity You cannot see a Neighbours Vineyard yield A plenteous Vintage or a fruitful Field A better crop of Corn but you must long All my own cries Extortion right or wrong Such things are branded with notorious shame Loud sounds the Trumpet of an evil Fame Words are but wind Riches to me are more Than to be call'd an honest man but poor Yes Wealth includes Prosperity and Ease Security from pains peace plenty what you please 'T is strange to think how times degenerate That which was formerly a good Estate Goes for a trifle Avarice so abounds The Prodigal 's so profuse so rich the Miser's grounds Avarice that swoln Python that Big-bellied Devil Who bore and bred the Hydra of all evil That first the use of Steel and Poyson taught And bare-fac'd Murther into fashion brought For he that is so eager to be rich The more he rubs the more he frets his Itch. Pygmalion thus of Homicides not the least For Money slew a Brother and a Priest. Live with your little hills and huts content 'T is better in your Bodies to be pent Than in your minds Thus good Fabricius said And Curius upon Rapes from Earthen Vessels fed These Precepts did those reverend Sages give And by their practice taught us how to live He that the Yoke of Poverty can bear Nor under want sinks deeper in despair Need not into the mouth of danger run Kill or be kill'd at once made or undone This would the Ancients on their Children press In Vertue only lies true happiness Now the old covetous Gripe like Stentor bauls His Clerk at Midnight to his business calls When the poor shivering Youngster scarce can hold His Pen for the extremity of cold Rise rise you Sluggard rise Fitzherbert look Or carefully peruse the Statute-book Copy out this Indenture make a Deed And give me an account of what you read Quibbles have neither profit nor delight Sophistry nothing tempting to invite Then give your mind to any other thing Present a Panegyrick to the King Even to thee his bounty may extend A Mandate for a Fellowship to lend For a Lieutenant's or a Captain 's place Shew your broad Porter's shoulders to his Grace Nine-pin Legs Hairy Nostrils brawny Fist Be sure your Name'll be enter'd in the List But if you tremble when you hear a Gun And an Alarum rather makes you run Turn Chimny-sweeper Broker never care What Envy may object but deal in any Ware For Gain smells sweet come it from what it will None will say Gain has an offensive smell He hugs his Gold that in the Kennel rakes Come it from Common-shore or Sink or Jakes None question whence a man grows rich or how But money must be had that we all know This every Infant learns of his old Dad Without it there 's no Farthing to be had The little Boys and Girls these Terms of Art Before their A b c must have by heart Why all this stir to teach a Child to be No stranger to his Parents knavery Alas there 's no such need for him to kiss the Rod 'T is easie following where his Father trod He 's an apt Scholar let him but alone When 's corrupt Native Seeds full ripe are grown He cannot miss his Father's fatal Shelf Yet he has had no time to shew himself When come to age and in his hot mad blood And all the Doctor 's practice understood He 'll swear forswear in Villany take delight Kill his rich Wife upon his Wedding-night And when the witty Rogue has done the feat Put a Jest on 't and laugh