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A28574
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The Second, fourth, and seventh satyrs of Monsieur Boileau imitated with some other poems and translations, written upon several occasions.
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Boileau Despréaux, Nicolas, 1636-1711.
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1696
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Wing B3467; ESTC R19312
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do we thus since ' twon't stand us in stead The approching ill view with more horror and dread Than a Welshman would see the blood drop from his head Bid adieu my Freind here to fond sighs and vain tears Keep your mirth to your self send the Dutchmen your cares Since th 'ave got all our coin let 'em keep all our fears Mahomet's PARADICE AN ODE 'T Was nobly taught and like the man that knew What to Sov'raign sense was due Like one that long had sought a Scheme to find Whose common tyes might reach all Human kind In men it shew'd him deeply read To find they all in this agreed That whate're those of rigid Morals preach Sensuall delight is Nature's utmost reach He saw his tares would all their seed out grow And the Event has prov'd it so He try'd the Soil nor doubted it would bare The pleasant crop of vice he planted there With strength it rose and spread apace Thro' a numerous Warlike race To him with joy the giddy Vulgar flew Who gave 'em leave to sin and to be ign'rant too Hope the mind's anchor and afflictions cure By which we bravely ills endure Hope which inflames the bold with generous heat And makes the Victor resolutely great With such rewards he does incite Such charming prospects of delight As none who like his happy followers know The various sweets of Beauty can forgo Methinks I view the Mighty scene of Joy Feasting there my longing Eye Here a fair crowd of dazling Nymphs I see From envious time and ages malice free No clowds there sky or thoughts o're cast But day and love for ever last Whilst Sparkling Eyes thence bannish care and night At once dispencing Flames and everlasting light There a gay troop of lustly Lovers move Whose business and reward is Love In whom remembrance sweetens all that 's past And fierce desire provokes the future tast Both Sexes shine with equal grace And now they meet and now embrace 'Till wishes are compleat and they enjoy Pleasures that never change yet never cloy Enjoyment here its wretched self undoes And what we get by it we loose No sooner is the Short-liv'd pleasure done But strait the transitory nothings gone But there how blest are th' charming She s With mines whose wealth can ne're decrease Like Fortunatus's are their Lovers gains They use the Virgin Treasure yet it still remains Here only the Imposter was to blame That he to one confin'd their flame Great were the blessings he on Earth bestow'd Greater had been to come had He allow'd What his Successour has below Each man his own Seraglio The fiction then had bore a higher price And change of pleasures made it Paradice On the Pope's Toe OUr Saviours feet when Mary kist with tears She wash't e'm clean then wip'd e'm with her hairs And curious Trav'lers when to Rome they goe To kiss for fashion th' Holy Fathers Toe Wish that some Damsel would that task renew And the same office for his Vicar do TO DORINDA FROM Monsieur De VOITURE CHarming Dorinda when you sing My ravish'd Soul is on the wing Yet here 's You out and won't be gone It quits all senses but the Ear. That that more perfectly may hear It joyns the force of all the five in one Sing treacherous Sirenes and detain The Traveller with pleasing pain And make him court the fate he 'd shun However be what will His choice Dorinda boasts a sweeter voice And they that lissen to 't no danger run If Fortune should be long unkind And sow'r the temper of the mind Her Song deludes th' ungrateful thought For then who ever can't enjoy A perfect ease without alloy He ne're will find it and it can't be bought Whate're the Nightingal in Spring Or Swan before its death can sing And all the feather'd quire too Nay Orpheus Harp Amphion's Lute And all things else without dispute Must humbly yeild the Victory to You. The grateful Musick of the Spheres And what great Jove at Banquets hears When kind Apollo Strikes the Strings The consorts of the beauteous Nine Are none so sweet nor so divine As when Dorinda dear Dorinda Sings THE Fiftieth EPIGRAM OF MARTIAL IMITATED Daphnonas Platonas c. Written to one who had a Fine SEAT HEre rows of Lawrel in just order set Defend the walks from the Sun's parching heat There lofty planes their growing branches spread At once the places ornament and shade Yonder thick cypress forms a silent grove A fit retreat for sorrow and for Love Rich in perfumes your many baths afford A sweet refreshment to their weary'd Lord High rais'd a stately Portico there stands The noble work of some great Artist's hands Where marble Pillars do the roof support And shining jaspars pave the inner Court Hard by a Spatious Hippodrome we see Where the swift racers strive for Victory From thence we hear how with a pleasing sound The murmuring streams glide gently through the ground How nature taught to vary notes by Art In different accents Musick does impart Yet where we find this Beauty and this state Such are the miseries which on riches wait Places are wanting where to Sleep and Eat If this be greatness be it far from me Let me but sleep and eat in Poverty I 'le sigh no more no more will envy those Who real blessings for a shadow lose SONG DID but Dorinda sigh for me Whilst at Her feet I dye The Sun in 's course should never see A happier Swain then I. But ah without concern she views The anguish of my heart And void of pity does refuse To ease the cruel Smart Too partial fate that did ordain The cruel Fair should have A Tyrant's power to kill with pain Without a will to save 'T is just they quench who raise desire Or else why have they charms A Lover no where should Expire But in His Beautie 's arms TO The Right HONOURABLE THE EARL OF NORTHAMPTON AS we when wistly we the infant view The tracts of ancient Features do pursue Which from the Parents face kind Nature drew Or when we some times tho' but rarely trace The lines that did the Father's Father grace Whilst we 're His image viewing in the Child Just thus we cry he look'd and thus he smild Just so my Lord when ever I would see What 't is that all men call Nobility In what it does consist and how it shone When those that did deserve it put it on I have recourfe to you In You alas I can alone perceive what once it was For you alone like your brave Fathers are And do not only Arms and Titles share For if from Scutcheon you a greatness Sought 'T would be because it was without a blot But all their noble qualities retain Heir to their virtues left without a stain And kept You 're free not lavish great not vain Nor yet familiar condescending too Skill'd where Respect's to be receiv'd where due In others I but view the poor remains
Of all that stock of Honour which the pains Of their illustrious Ancestors procur'd You have not only what was left secur'd But by your Real worth encreas'd the store Which justly might be thought compleat before In Them their too degenerate Souls at best Seem in a meaner mould to have been cast Whom with their Fathers when compar'd we find A faint resemblance stamp'd upon their mind And may expect they 'l leave a fainter still behind In you th'Impression's easie to be seen And such is your Majestick air and Mein Your Presence such that tho' we did not know You nobly born yet we should think you so Tho' others then in this great duty fail While the vile custom can't on you prevail To teint the vein that ' as hither purely run By your Great Self to be continu'd on We 'll See the Fathers glories in the Son To a LADY that Drinks nothing but Water When our First Parents new created In Eden dwelt 't is true my Dear They nothing drank but Water But that poor liquor has been hated Since France made Wine and England beer By all that e're came after But you it seems a sober Woman Fully resolve pure stream to drink And be another Eve Yet I dare swear you 'l meet with no man Who this a point of Faith will think Your doctrine to beleive Brimmers will all your reasons banter For they their wonted rounds will move How'ever you may barr it Since as I think there is a * Terence sine Cerere et Baccho friget Venus Ranter Does positively say that Love Grows cold without good Claret I needs must tell you then to Lovers If drinking water you prescribe This for your comfort Madam After the Mode of Jewish rovers You must e'en wed in your own tribe Or you 'l scarce find an Adam To a Lady whose Name was formerly Scroup now Pitts having seen her Picture in the Gallery at Hampton-Court MAdam Tho' in our Hemesphere The stars all glorious appear Yet some there are that do the rest out shine So here all seem to be of form Divine Yet there are graces which I view More peculiarly in You. Oh! that like Paris I were bid The controversie to decide Freely my sentiments I would declare Tho' DORSET Pallas MONMOUTH Juno were THOU Venus still shouldst be to me The Fairest Goddess of the Three TO THE SEVEN Lords Justices May it please Your LORDSHIPS WHen Ancient Greece the famous SEVEN obey'd To her the admiring world their homage Paid Wond'ring to See diff'rent professions joyn'd And Arts with Arms successfully combin'd Her friends with pleasure saw her grandure rais'd Praising the state and envying while they prais'd Her Foes beheld her rise and thence with fear Presag'd their tottering Empire's fall was near With like amazement Forreign Nations view This happy Isle Govern'd My Lords by You. The glad Confederates hence foretell afar The prosperous exit of a doubtfull War And rich in mighty Hopes of future Spoils Already reap the fruit of all their toils While our Great Hero amidst dangers brave Resolves to lose his Life or Europe save You manage all things with that prudent care That Gallick courage now submits to fear And haughty Lewis droops enrag'd to find The Prince abroad such virtue left behind In vain He there attempts the Monarchs doom In vain base Villains do the same at home Since should His aim forbid it Heav'n succeed Or Caesar by conspiring Traytors bleed Your Councels would oppose th' invading tide And widdow'd Albion to safe harbour guide This your past lives assure Each Noble Soul That knows how to obey knows how to Rule To a LADY that impos'd Silence upon me MAdam I own when first that Face I view'd With silent wonder struk amaz'd I stood Unable to declare with what surprize I saw and seeing felt Your conquering Eyes Till by degrees recov'ring sense I found My bleeding Heart pierc'd with a fatal wound I search'd it well and by my danger knew The killing shaft could come from none but You Yet fear of being scorn'd a while suppriss'd The anxious secret in my tortur'd breast At last the cruel pains I underwent Forc'd me to give the lab'ring Passion vent But Silence You relentless Fair impose And unconcern'd my heart would have me lose Unheard condemn me and with cold disdain Reject my suit and cry you plead in vain No Tyrant sure was ever known before T' inflict so much no Heart to suffer more Others when stubborn Traytors dare conceal Truths it concerns the state they shou'd reveal Send 'em the tortures of the Rack to feel Till sense of hurt does from the sufferer's breast By hopes of gain unmov'd the secret wrest Severer You see me to racks confin'd Yet still forbid me to disclose my mind But if you are resolv'd I shall obey And due allegiance to your orders pay My faithful service with possession Crown And give me leave to think your Heart my own Then wond'ring I shall stand amas'd to find Beyond my hopes the Charming Celia kind Then to your arms a Silent guest I 'le come Excess of Happiness will strike me dumb AN INSCRIPTIONVpon a Letter Case NO Memorandum or Receipt No Challenge where and when to meet Was e're dear case contain'd in YOU In You no bill of Fifty pound But what is more there may be found My dear Lucinda's Billet-doux 'T is only you and I and She Know what passes 'tween us three If as she writes She seems to sigh And her tender passion own All this dear confident is known To only you and She and I. Yet if a cold disdain o'respread Her lines I unconcern'd will Read Nor care a Fart if that She know But only You and I ne're fear Can tell when I go you know where That I will use 'em you know how A LETTER to a Gentleman that advis'd him to make the Campaigne in Flanders SIR CUstom 't is true the younger Brothers foe Has made my fortunes for my mind to low To noble acts my soaring thoughts aspire Tho' sense of want would check the Gen'rous fire Like the brave Macedon I grieve to know That those great Ancestours to whom I owe This heat have nothing left for me to do 'T is this dear Friend that makes me wish my fate Had doom'd me to a plentiful estate For whilst of such supports I stand in need Al tho' my inclinations strongly lead Tho' you advise whose councels guide my Soul Whose sov'raign will does my resolves controul Forgive me that I scruple to obey Commands which on me your Entreaties lay Since having weigh'd the matter I foresee The Camp is no fit station Sir for me Not that to Coward fears my Spirits yield Or that I dread the horrors of the field No tho' in thousand shapes grim Death I view Still to my own and Country's honor true I 'd face the Tyrant in the glorious strife Resolv'd to win the prize or lose my life By our