IV. What to thy Friends thy Hands confign, And bounteously bestow; That Treasure, that alone is thine, And always will be so. H° SONG. I. W do they err, who throw their Love Whom only Rants and Flights can move, II. For how can Pleasure folid be Where Thought is out of Seafon? Do I love You, or You love Me, My Dear, without a Reason? III. Our III. Our Sense then rightly we'll employ, No Paradise expecting; Yet envying none the trifling Joy, That will not bear reflecting. IV. For Wisdom's Pow'r (fince after all CATULLIAN UM, A Decantatum illud Boys and Girls, come out to play, &c. Defte, ô pueri puellulæque, Omnes undique, fed lubenter omnes ; Lufuri pueri puellulæque. Phabe pallidulo renidet orbe, Vix impar jubari meridiano, Ne vobis vacet aut cibo aut fopori; Vocant vos comites; adefte ludis; On Ben Johnson's Buft, lately fet up in Weftminfter Abby, with the Buttons on the wrong Side. Rare Ben Johnson! what, a Turn-coat [grown? Thou ne'er wert fuch, till thou wert clad in [Stone: When Time thy Coat, thy only Coat impairs, Then let not this Mistake disturb thy Sprite, ទ Re REFLECTIONS upon these two Verfes of Mr. OLDHAM'S : L Lord of my felf, accountable to none I. Ive there, compos'd of earthly Frame, Who dare fuch Height of Pride to own, Lords of themselves, themselves to name, As if accountable to none? II. How vain th'affuming in a Dream Who self-sufficient, and fupreme, Still reigns accountable to none. III. Thus Lucifer his Honours loft, So dear the short aspiring Colt, To reign accountable to none. IV. Pride foars for Seraphim too high! Shall Man be proud, a Wretch forlorn! Ere well he lives ordain'd to die, Of Sin conceiv'd, and Woman born! V. An angry Look, or fudden Word, VI. The flightest Toy can end his Span, VII. But |