Some high affurance hath poffeft my mind, None fhould perfuade me to return, or stay: Which for our country and our friends is spent. Not Not only those I nam'd I there fhall greet, And if I err, no power fhall difpoffefs For none of them my error fhall deride. Yet virtue hath itself rewarded here, 'Tis fit our bodies fhould be out of pain. Gives to our nature, life muft alfo bring. CON CONTENTS O F DENHA M'S POE M S. On my Lord Crofts and my Journey into Poland, from whence we brought 10,000l. for his Majefty, by the Decimation of his Scottish Subjects there On Mr. Thomas Killigrew's Return from his Em- A Second Western Wonder News from Colchester; or, a proper new Ballad A Song On Mr. John Fletcher's Works 65 67 70 71 To Sir Richard Fanshaw, upon his Translation of Paftor Fido 72 A Dialogue between Sir John Pooley and Mr. Thomas Killigrew 74 An occafional Imitation of a modern Author upon the Game of Chefs The Paffion of Dido for Æneas Of Prudence Of Juftice The Progrefs of Learning Cato Major of Old Age. A Poem 77 78 87 97 102 110 POEMS |