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HAT State is't we fhou'd with? Labour

fthe Fields,

Cares our own Homes, and Jarrs the

[Forum yields.

The Seas affright us much: And we're in pain

To keep that Wealth, the Poor-man's wrack'd to

Keen Jealoufy from Marriage we receive,

Unmarried is like Savages to live.

Children are careful Comforts; not enjoy'd,
Age wants a Prop: Youth's of Discretion void.
Not to be born we first must wish, next that,
E'er Troubles come, a kind prevening Fate.

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HUSE here what State you pleafe? Plea [fure the Fields,

Eafe our own Homes, and Fame the Forum

The Seas enrich, on Riches Glories wait,

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Safe's the Poor-man from what hangs o'er the Great.

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All spotlefs Joys the Marriage-Bed attend,
Freed from a Wife your Curtain-Le&ures end.
Children delight; if none, few Cares engage,
Strong is our Youth, but pious is our Age.
Since Life's fo kind; to wish, alike's ingrate,
Not to be born, or meet a fudden Fate.

On CELIA, imitated from BUCHANAN.

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S oft with Death or Blindness they

Are ftruck, who on fome Meteor gaze,

I felt a Pain at firft Survey

Of those bright Stars in CELIA's Face:

That Day, to past gave Birth, and Woes behind, And Peace that Day forfook my troubled Mind,

2.

Struck by the first, the keenest Ray

Within I trembled, and each Limb

Shook,

Shook, as when first the Zephyrs play,

The fhiv'ring Leaves affrighted feem.

Then, then my panting Heart, in eager Hafte,
T'escape to her, oft beat against my Breast.

3.

Thus Infants in their Nurses Arms,

Eager to gain their Parents Love,

Rallying all their little Charms,

Their Eyes, their Feet, their Hands they move. Thus little Birds their tender Pinions try,

Vainly endeav'ring, but in hafte to fly.

4.

Nature as Guards has plac'd our Eyes,
Before the Entrance of our Breast,
To keep the Fortress from Surprize,
But mine are Traytors to my Reft.

By CUPID brib'd, or fleeping on their Post,
Fair CELIA enter'd, and my Heart was loft.

5.

In Tears their past Offence they moan,
(Alas! how they mifpend their Time)
That's not fufficient to attone

For Treachery, the blackeft Crime.

Befides, that Heart, whence Pity they implore,

Lives not with me, but is in CALIA'S Pow'r.

To CÆLih let 'em hafte away,

And her Compaffion try to move;

There spend inceffant Tears, and pray

She'll be propitious to my Love:

'Till that be done, each Hour in Grief employ, 'Till void of Light, as is my Soul of Joy.

The fifth Epistle of Horace imitated. To a Gentleman at Westminster School. Writ

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For fweet St. Giles's eke as clear,

And fince 'tis but for half a Day

Ceafe hunting W-re and haunting Play

To Morrow, Wgly, if you'll come

E'er Sun is fet, I'll be at Home. I'vavalg la^
Wine you shall have, was bottled fince I
The doubtful Jarr 'twixt K-g and Pce...
But neither Burgundy nor French, F pbron? J
Left you fhou'd go from me to Wench. doi:
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