How comes't that he, who once defpis'd a Chair, Now box'd up, fears the gentleft Breath of Air? Why drop his useful Friends for fhallow Beaux, And leave his Book, to ftudy well-made Cloaths? Now on that Shelf, which Homer once did grace, Stand red-heel'd Shoe's, and Washes for the Face; And in that Place where the great Virgil lay, His Taylor's Bill, and a vile modern Play.

Had THETIS Son us'd Female Arts like thefe, To please his Mother with Inglorious Ease, He might in Peace his Petticoat have wore, And unfufpected fhun'd the Phrygian Shore.

Epigramma in INNOCENTEM XII.

PRomittis, promiffa negas, deflesque negata :

Te, tribus his Signis, quis negat effe PETRUM?

G

Albi, ne doleas plus nimío.

Hor. Lib. I. Ode 33.

Rieve not; dear Albius, that fome younger Charms,

Have lur'd a faithlefs Creature from Cease of thy flighted Passion to complain,

your

Arms;

When bright LYCORIS loves, and loves in vain;
She dies for CYRUS, but without Returns,
While for a Nymph nor fair, nor kind, he burns:
But Lambs with Tygers fooner fhall confpire,
Than vertuous PHOLOE grant his lewd Desire.

Thus does that cruel Paphian Queen ordain,
That tend'reft Love fhould meet with cold difdain,
Pleas'd to fee wretched Victims burn in vain.
Ev'n I, whilst Beauteous Ladies call for Aid,
Am yet bewitch'd to love a Chambermaid;
Myrtale, coarfer than an Adrian Wave,

In fpight of Beauty keeps poor Me her Slave.

A

A COPY of Verfes on Mr. DAY,
Who from his Landlord ran away.

HER

ERE DAY and NIGHT confpir'd a fudden Flights For DAY, they fay, is run away by NIGHT. DAY's paft and gone. Why, Landlord, where's your

Rent?

Did you not fee that DAY was almost spent?

DAY pawn'd and fold, and put off what he might,
Tho' it be ne'er fo dark, DAY will be light.

You had one DAY a Tenant; and would fain
Your Eyes could fee that DAY but once again.
No, Landlord, No! now you may truly say,
(And to your Coft too) you have loft the DAY.
DAY is departed in a Mift; I fear,
For DAY is broke, and yet does not appear.
From Time to Time he promis'd still to pay;
You should have rofe before the break of D A Y.
But if you had, you'd have got nothing by't,
For DAY was cunning, and broke over-NIGHT.
DAY, like a Candle, is gone out, but where
None knows, unlefs to t'other Hemisphere.
Then to the Tavern let us haft, away,

Come cheer up----hang't---'tis but a broken DAY.

And

And he that trufted D A Y for any Sum

Will have his Money, if that Day will come.
But how now, Landlord! what's the Matter, pray?
What! you can't fleep, you long fo much for D A Y.
Have you a mind, Sir, to arrest a DAY?
There's no fuch Bailiff now as Joshua.

Cheer up then, Man! what, tho' you've loft a Sum,
Do you not know that Pay-D A Y yet will come?
I will engage, do you but leave your Sorrow,
My Life for your's, DA Y comes again to Morrow,
And for your Rent-never torment your Soul,
You'll quickly fee DAY peeping thro' a Hole.

2

An

An Imperfect

COPY of VERSES,

Occafion'd by feeing the

FUNERAL

O F

Mr. ADDISON,

In Weftminster-Hall.

E facred Seats! ye venerable URNS!
Where Gilded Royalty to Duft returns,

Where Bards, who promis'd everlasting

Breath,

Mock their own Boaft, and meet their KINGS in Death:

Receive the D E B T your cruel Mansions crave,

As great, as Nature ever paid to Grave.

Earth open wide! rejoyce thy greedy Womb!

Be proud, O DEATH! and triumph o'er the Tomb!