for this conduct had what I deferv'd; And, dealing honestly, was almost starv'd. But, thanks to my indulgent stars, I eat; Since I have found the fecret to be great. O, dearest Andrew, fays the humble droll, Henceforth may I obey, and thou control; Provided thou impart thy useful skill. Bow then, fays Andrew; and, for once, I will. A SIMILE. DEAR Thomas, didft thou never pop Thy head into a tin-man's shop? There, Thomas, didft thou never fee The foolish creature thinks he climbs: But But here or there, turn wood or wire, So fares it with those merry blades, They tread on stars, and talk with gods; Still pleas'd with their own verfes' found; THE FLIE S. SAY, AY, fire of infects, mighty Sol, (A fly upon the chariot-pole Cries out) what blue-bottle alive Did ever with fuch fury drive? Tell, Belzebub, great father, tell, (Says t'other, perch'd upon the wheel) Did ever any mortal fly Raife fuch a cloud of duft as I? My judgement turn'd the whole debate: My valour fav'd the finking state. So talk two idle buzzing things; Tofs up their heads, and stretch their wings. From From the GREEK. GREAT Bacchus, born in thunder and in fire, By native heat afferts his dreadful fire. Nourish'd near fhady rills and cooling ftreams, FRAN EPIGRAM. RANK carves very ill, yet will palm all the meats; He eats more than fix, and drinks more than he eats. Four pipes after dinner he constantly smokes; And feafons his whiffs with impertinent jokes. Yet fighing, he fays, we muft certainly break; And my cruel unkindness compels him to speak ; For of late I invite him but four times a week. } ANOTHER. TO John I ow'd great obligation; To publish it to all the nation : Sure John and I are more than quit. ANO ANOTHER. YES, every poet is a fool, By demonftration Ned can fhow it. T ANOTHER. HY nags, the leaneft things alive! I heard thy anxious coach-man fay, L To a Perfon who wrote Ill, and spoke Worfe YE, Philo, untouch'd, on my peaceable shelf; Nor take it amifs, that fo little I heed thee: I've no envy to thee, and fome love to myfelf: Then why should I anfwer; fince first I must read thee? Drunk with Helicon's waters and double-brew'd bub, Pue Purfue me with fatire: what harm is there in 't? WE On the fame Perfon.. HILE, fafter than his coftive brain indites, Philo's quick hand in flowing letters writes :: His cafe appears to me like honest Teague's, When he was run away with by his legs. Phoebus, give Philo o'er himself command; Quicken his fenfes, or restrain his hand; Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink: So may he cease to write, and learn to think. "Quid fit futurum cras fuge quærere—" FOR OR what to-morrow fhall disclose, : A BALLAD of the NOTBROWNE MAYDE. BE A. E it ryght, or wrong, these men among on women do complayne; Affyrmynge this, how that it is a labour spent in vayne, To * So Prior. First printed about 1521, fays Capel. |