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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A61352	State-poems; continued from the time of O. Cromwel, to this present year 1697. Written by the greatest wits of the age, viz. The Lord Rochester, the Lord D-t, the Lord V-n, the hon. Mr. M-ue, Sir F. S-d, Mr. Milton, Mr. Prior, Mr. Stepney, Mr. Ayloffe, &c. With several poems in praise of Oliver Cromwel, in Latin and English, by D. South, D. Locke, Sir W. G-n, D. Crew, Mr. Busby, &c. Also some miscellany poems by the same, never before printed	Prior, Matthew, 1664-1721. Hind and panther transvers'd to the story of the country-mouse and the city-mouse. aut; Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680. aut; University of Oxford.	1697 (1697)	Wing S5325A; ESTC R219192	116,138	256

He can be grave not only please but teach As well as any Grecian Master preach His Rules of Poetry the means impart How the best Genius may be helpt by Art Here you may learn correctly how to Write To a true edge your Style and Judgment set His Satyr form'd above the common size Lays Railing by and Jeers you out of Vice But if your Thoughts are more devoutly set Then for a Page or two in a Sacred Writ This little Book does at one view contain What Grecian Sages blindly sought in vain The Worlds Creation and the Fall of Man And how the Tincture of his Sin could be Deriv'd on his Unborn Posterity How he entail'd a double Death on Man Whence Physick and Divinity began How after several rowling Periods past With an Incarnate God the World was blest Who to poor Man bowels of Mercy bore And Death disarm'd of all its Sting and Power Redeem'd the captive Wretch from Sin and Hell And plac'd him higher than whence at first he fell Remov'd his Seat from Earth to Heaven with power Of never sinning never falling more With watchful Providence our gracious Lord From Foes of every sort his Church does guard Heaven ha'nt indeed thought fit that we shou'd be From Sin much less from Error wholly free Lest we on disappearance of a Foe Throw by our Arms careless of danger grow Thus vanquisht Carthage 't was thought fit to spare To keep Rome's Martial Spirits still in fear But if a Friend comes in the Book 's thrown by A Bottle better suits in Company Boy reach that Flask here Come Sir if you please Here 's to the King and both the Princesses Another Health to the Establisht Church Hang him who does that or his Liquor lurch Bless me it warms I fell the potent Juice Its winged fires thro' every Vein diffuse What Magick in the Grape what Charms in Wine That to such various Humours Men incline Pander to Lust Midwife to Mirth and Wit Thou mak'st old Friends fall out and Cowards fight The Captive full of Thee forgets his Chains With Thee the Beggar flusht in Fancy reigns The Dutch at Sea Death in the face will stare Their Senses steept in Nants and Gunpowder The Sun by this a good way on his Road The cool and lengthned Shades invite abroad Whether we ride or walk through Woods or Plains The winged Choir divert us with their strains Here Sights to Citts unknown the time beguile Viewing the various kinds of Rural Toil For one's a Haying with unwearied Pains Amidst a jolly crew of Sun-burnt Swains Another plies the Plough for Grain and Food Some distance off a third's a felling Wood. The pretty painful Bee by nature blest With foresight is as busie as the best Along the Fields in bands they take their flight Returning home laden with Spoils at night Here 's one i' th' School of Patience thro'ly try'd Thoughtfully Angling by a River side After six tedious hours lose or get He still keeps on half starv'd and thorough wet Fishing he 'll tell you is its own Reward Give him but Bites Fish is his least regard But now a Pack of Dogs alarms our Ears Musick that Hunters say exceeds the Spheres O'er Hill and Dale with full mouth'd Cry they run To the known sound of Hollow or of Horn. The Deer no safety in their Coverts find And Reynolds stands to rights before the Wind. As for the timerous Hare away she flings Before the Dogs 't was fear first gave her Wings From this Diversion strait we 're call'd aside To view the soaring Hawk's delightful pride How thro' that Sea of Air the Bird of Prey With Wings instead of Sails divides his way The lesser Birds clap on more sail and fly It looks just like a running Fight at Sea At this mean Prize he makes his humble stoop Like Algerine at some poor Pink or Sloop Besides all this to close the lovely Scene Each Night there 's constant Dancing on the Green Persons of highest Rank-stuck round the Ring Lustre and Grace to the Diversion bring While Lads and Lasses forth in pairs advance Musick keeps time to the well-measured Dance Not finer Virgins flockt to those feign'd Games When Rome's bold Youth so roughly woo'd the Sabian Dames Tir'd but not cloy'd with this and such-like Sport Home to our Rest and Lodgings we resort And here we lie free from the dismal noise Of Coaches Midnight-Fires and Bellman's Voice Here we in safe security are blest And naught but Conscience to disturb our Rest. Refresht with sleep next Morn again we rig Nothing remains of Yesterdays Fatigue Thus Friend from Grief and Care we purge our Head In such a constant round of Pleasures tread That Mecca's Prophet in his Paradise Has hardly past his word for more than this But Oh my Muse Oh whether wilt thou lead Forbear 't is hallow'd Ground on which we tread Methinks I hear the Poets of the Town Thus schooling me with a censorious Frown Free of the Ham●urgh or the Guinea Trade You ought not yet the Poets Rights invade Whose jealous Company no more allows Of Interlopers than the India House The Toleration Tradesmen may admit For the high Calling of a Preacher fit But Poetry no gifted Brother knows Who from a Merchant strait an Upstart Author grows Go home fond man and mind a better Game Than trading thus to the wild Coasts of Fame Go count your Cash your Merchandize pursue At once bid Poetry and Friend Adieu An Essay on Writing and the Art and Mystery of Printing A Translation out of the Anthology WOrthy that Man to 'scape Mortality And leap that Ditch where all must plunging lie Who found out Letters first and did impart With Dextrous Skill Writing's Mysterious Art In Characters to hold Intelligence And to express the Mind 's most hidden Sense The Indian Slave I 'm sure might wonder well How the dumb Papers cou'd his Theft reveal The Stupid World admir'd the secret Cause Of the Tongue 's Commerce without help of Voice That merely by a Pen it cou'd reveal And all the Soul 's abstrusest Notions tell The Pen like Plowshare on the Paper 's Face With Black and Magick Tracks its way does trace Assisted only by that Useful Quill Pluck'd from the Geese that sav'd the Capitol First Writing-Tables Paper 's Place supply'd 'Till Parchment and Nilotick Reeds were try'd Parchment the Skins of Beasts well scrap'd and drest By these poor Helps of old the Mind exprest But After-times a better way did go A lasting sort of Paper white as Snow Compos'd of Rags well pounded in a Mill Proof against all but Fire and the Moths Spoil What poor beginnings these The Silk-Worm there Had nought to do no Silken-Threads were here But Rags from Doors pick'd part from Dung-hills part Marsht in a Mill gave Rise to this fine Art Which in an instant gives a speedy Birth To Virgil's Books the rarest Work on Earth But still an Art from Heaven was to come