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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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exceed As far as thy Faith the Christian Creed Therefore thy Character at present ends Thou double fac'd Janus the worst of Friends A Satyr on an Atheistical Friend HEy da What 's this 'T is a Friend you see Presto be gone He is now an open Enemy Interest appears The God that he adores For which he 'l pawn his Body Soul and Whores Soul did I say That fancy of the Priests Unto their Mill to bring more gainful Griests With Conscience that Phantasm of the Soul With which was troubled that old dotard Paul A thing that doth proceed from melancholy Fleagm A very Chimera a meer delusive Dream Let blind Religion or a vain pretence Delude the Reason and the grosser Sense Of such as do believe its Truth But as for me I Scorn to be vainly decoy'd by such a lye Which hinders the free range of Nature's Liberty Nature which allows Fraud and Circumvention With a well dissembled cunning Intention By which a Man may deceive his very Brother Nay if they were alive his Father and Mother If cunning cannot Reasons Twi-light delude The stall decoy of Conscience he will intrude In Word and Shew to promote Design or End Tho' it be to deceive his best and dearest Friend If advantage be to be had in Law Or if in a Deed there be ever a Flaw Boggles not at Equity Conscience or Reason No more than he would at Blasphemy or Treason Let illiterate Rabble Souls plain-dealing use Whom misty Morals and the Bible do abuse But to a seared Atheists Conscience Hardned as his own Face with Impudence Who shakes of all religious Rules Bonds and Ties And scorns to be guided by such triffling Fooleries My blunt pointed Satyr and little pocket Guâ—n That cannot reach beyond a Quibble or Punn Can do no good on him h'deserves a Cannon Shot Whom sure some Fiend on Iucubus begot Nothing in Nature can against him prevail Until his due Damnation doth him Assail Altho' the Character deserves excuse Yet hold my too fertile and pregnant Muse Who knows but God may so with him dispence That he may not be damn'd for repute of Sense But may consent to allowed fundamental Truths Which is the old Man's duty as well as the Youths So hoping he will find out the Milky-way The ugliness of Sin I shall next display On Sin A Deluding Devil in Misquerade A Jilt a Whore a very Jade That leads Men to their sure Perdition Far worse than Spanish Inquisition Thou Mountebank and not Physician That givest us thy gilt but deadly Pill Full of all real and all certain Ill Worse then the Mischiefs of Pandora's Box Fill'd with the Plague Pestilence and Pox Which will as certain and as surely kill Yet fond and foolish Man thou do'st bewitch With thy tantalizing tickling Itch Of Pleasure Perferment and worldly Wealth Thou robbest him of his Eternal Health For which thou can'st make no Recompence By all the Pleasures of Man's depraved Sense Unless thou could'st give what is beyond thy reach That which alone Divinity doth Teach On the World THou Fools Home but thou Wise Man's Inn Thou Misers Tomb thou Shop of Sin Thou painted Proud and rotten Whore Whom Fools and Madmen do Adore Whose painted Joys but real Grief Lead us to Ruin past relief Who promis'st Bread but giv'st a Stone But real Comfort canst give none For all thy large and fair pretence Thou lead'st Man only by the Sense Where by that dark and glim'ring Light Thou lead'st him to eternal Night Where when those Scales fall off his Eyes He 's then surrounded with surprise To see he is of his Joys bereaven To loose his Earth and miss his Heaven On Religion REligion ought be plain not Superstitious And very real not at all Fictitious Amongst all Judgments they being put to the Test The Church of England deserves that Name the best Which serveth God according to his written Word In Unity of Spirit and with one accord And giveth all Glory as due unto his Name For not doing of which some Sects are much to blame Who fancy themselves brimful of the Spirit And think to save themselves by their own Merit When as the most Holy Scripture most plainly saith Works are but the Servants and Instruments of Faith By the which alone it saith we 'r justified Which can by no rational be denyed For God's Grace and Bounty are absolutely free As in the Creation we most plainly may see And when fond Man by his Folly and Sin did fall From his first State of Happiness which was not all He lost by his wild Rebellion when he fell Doomed he was to dire Eternal Death and Hell But by Gods free bounty and most exceeding Grace In State of greater Happyness he did him Place By promising to him and blind seduced Eve Eternal Happiness upon their bare belief On our Lord Jesus Christ his true and only Son Who was 'fore this created World begun Which being fulfill'd to us their Posterity We ought to worship God with all sincerity Not with blind Zeal or Romish Superstition Not with Tautology and repetition But as saith St. Paul with a sound form of Words And vindicate our Faith with Reason not Swords So will our Church dayly much brighter Shine And prosper for ever by Providence Divine On Physick and his Friend a Physician PHysick of all Humane the most noble Science Which with Divinity hath near Alliance For even as the Humane Body is inclin'd Even so doth follow oftentimes the Mind Therefore the Wise best Physician Christ Jesus From distempers of Body sometimes did ease us Knowing that when the Body is sick and diseased Few People are good humour'd or well pleased He spent much of his time in that noble Science Therefore it may to all other bid defiance If practis'd by honest and ingenious Men That know how where and likewise the time when Their Doses to prescribe and to administer When to Phlebotemize to Vomet and Glister Among which rank I do most deservedly Place One who to the Profession did sometimes Grace Not with the splendor of fine Cloths or plush Coat On which some Country Coxcombs do to often dote As not considering the Inward real worth And what God by a weak Instrument may bring forth Nor like ev'ry saucy and pragmatical Jack Or every vaunting Stage-playing bragging Quack Who Gouts Consumptions Palsies pretend to Cure With all other Diseases that Mortals endure But his true universal and solid Knowledge Learnt from the Discipline of a governed Colledge He never varyed from the true Rules of Art But his Skill for Publick Good would freely impart Not for Avarice of Gold but still doing good By purging malignant Boile Choler Flegm and Blood And where Nature it self did not begin to fail His sure Physick was an approved Coat of Mail. But Nature by order of Providence Divine Will have its Period to which it doth incline From Birth till inevitable Death summons to 'th Grave Where equally
healing Plaister to this Sore That it may not fester so any more Wherefore let us his mighty aid implore Who of an ireful Foe can make a Friend And to all present Discords set an end In return to an Ode of Horace sent by J. H. SIR YOur Dame doth English it so well Altho by birth a Roman That plainly the Truth for to tell She can be outdone by no Man I 've oft invok'd the Nine in vain For they 'le not mend my Verse or strain Yet Sir to you that have the skill Of learned Tongues for to commend A modern Wit deserves your Quill Which unto you I recommend A Woman of the British Race Whose Glories time will ne'er deface She doth all our vain Sex exceed In the lustre of her Soul and Face And in her matchless Pen indeed Our manly Fancies must give place Man may strive to be head in vain Orinda sure hath all the Brain Vice and Flattery she did scorn Which we all ought for to despise Love and Honour did her Mind adorn In which she was most truly wise Friendship 's congenial to her Soul And was in every part the whole But why do I my Candle light In presence of the sparkling Sun So many Men have done her right Mine had better been left undone Her own Works praise her in the gate Mine comes unseasonable and late Her Memory time can't deface Altho her Corps be turn'd to Dust She being adorn'd with every Grace Dwells now amongst the Good and Just Let Angel's Anthems be her Praise And here let Laureats crown her Bays On the Lady P. COme all you Sacred Nine assist my Pen Or rather all pious and virtuous Men Here see a Woman out-strip humane Race In Virtue Piety and each good Grace Who being wrapt with Thonghts of Eternity Studied not how to live but how to dye Her Charity and Mercy did excell It would seem Hiperbole the truth to tell Her Life was led according to God's Word He that gives to the poor lends to the Lord. She having given unto the Poor most of her wealth Heaven's endless Treasures everlasting Health Are her great Portion and just reward With the fruition of our blessed Lord. Love Verses All over Love LOve walks the pleasant Arbour of her Hair From thence he creeps unto her listning Ear Then basking on her white and rosie Cheeks A thousand charming pleasures there he seeks Then gazing on the Planet of her Eye Where the dancing baby he doth spy Which must the Fate of her sad Lovers try Then on her Nose the joyful lovers Bliss Because it intercepts no coming Kiss Love on her balmy lips would ever sit But that he creeps between to see her wit Where could hang on the Musick of her Song And never think the charming hours too long But dancing as tho' Tarantula stong He skips from thence unto her Snowy breast Where he would fain but cannot be at rest Till he centers in the place he likes best In which sweet Grove he could for ever stay Melting in the sweets of Amorous play And never think on Night nor wish it day On Absence IT seems Ten Winters since thy Face I saw By the righteous Gospel and the Law I wake all Night and dream all Day My hairs are almost all turn'd Gray Then come dear Barber thy kind Art approve And Trim me quickly of my o're-grown Love Incureable I Try'd Cowleys Receipt to cure my Love But all did useless and insipid prove Books Business Prayers Sermons Wine and Mirth With all the gayeties of the dull Earth My Love forgive me I try'd new desire But that still added fuel to the fire And like ill Conscience did vex me more That I should any thing but thee adore Thy Image is so fixt within my heart It admits the cure of no other art What then remains most beautiful and fair But that I lye groveling in black despair Only the Center of happiness can cure The pains that Lovers and the damn'd indure Resolved to Love THE greatest Pleasure underneath the Sun Is for to love until short Life be done The bounteous Garden or spacious Field Doth not half the pleasing Contentment yeild As doth the Fair and most beauteous She Which is all the whole charming World to me Let Pomp Ambition or an empty Name Inslave Mankind and set the World on Flame My Love is much more pleasing to me far Than Fame or sounding Titles got by War Or than the Riches of the jangling Bar. Then Love I will my only charming Dear Not for a Day a Week or for a Year But still for ever unto the last end Like a true Lover and a constant Friend That Love which ended never did begin 'T is like the taint of Original Sin Which still Eternal Love doth wash away Altho' still renewed every Day Then imitate I will the Prince of Peace Whose flowing Love to Man will never cease On the Sickness and Recovery of Cosmelia CRuel Disease To seek thy thirst t' asswage With conquering Beauty and with blooming Age And with thy reeking Malice her perplex The mirror and the wonder of her Sex Methinks some Beldame whom Age had frozen For a sit Victim thou should'st have chosen Where more successful thou might'st have proved And not have grieved her by all Men lov'd But thy invenom'd and malign intent An higher Power did timely prevent And hath Reprieved her for to dispense On her All-universal Influence Of Love and true Friendship great Natures tyes Which linketh Heaven with the Earth and Skyes Go on blest Soul in Friendship and Love And always imitate the gall-less Dove Till ravish'd with happiness of God above An Epithalamium Mad. Amy. H. MAtchless Estate by God himself contriv'd Had not fond Man his happiness surviv'd Seeking to live he became short liv'd Happy'st condition of Haman Race If our Nature be improved by Grace Which dost exact and lively represent Christ's Love and Friendship and his blest intent Unto his dear Spouse the Church which he will For ever love and bless if she fulfil His righteous Commands which are most pure From Age to Age she always shall endure Go on blest Pair and imitate the love Of Christ the spotless and the gall-less Dove Untill exalted with the blest above To sing Alelujah's your Masters praise Never measuring Time by Night or Days But be enlight'ned by his glorious Rays May both be crowned with immortal Bays That the Poet may fitly compleat ye Be always mindful of the word Amete And the God of Love and Mercy Salvete On Cosmelia PArtial Nature who didest dispense On one so large and great an Insluence As to attract all Eyes and longing Hearts In spite of all the most powerful Arts. Thou didest all thy fair Cosmeticks use Poor Mankind to insnare and to amuse To make a Work of fuller perfection Exceeding all Beauty and Complection To remain the censuring Worlds wonder Whose Fame is louder then roaring Thunder For never was