for this conduct had what I deserv'd; 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 foolifh 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, Cries out) what blue-bottle alive (Says t'other, perch'd upon the wheel) 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 ftretch their wings. Both rais'd, but by their party's favour. 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 streams, FE 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 says, we must certainly break; And cruel unkindness compels him to speak ; my For of late I invite him but four times a week. } ANOTHER. O John I ow'd great obligation; To publish it to all the nation : ANO ANOTHER. ES, every poet is a fool, YE By demonstration Ned can fhow it. Happy, could Ned's inverted rule T ANOTHER. HY nags, the leanest things alive! To a Person who wrote Ill, and fpoke Worfe YE, Philo, untouch'd, on my peaceable shelf; I've no envy to thee, and fome love to myfelf: Then why should I answer; since first I must read thee? Drunk with Helicon's waters and double-brew'd bub, Purfue Purfue me with fatire: what harm is there in 't? 205 But from all viva voce reflection forbear: There can be no danger from what thou shalt print: There may be a little from what thou may'st swear. On the fame Perfon. WHILE, fafter than his coftive brain indites, Philo's quick hand in flowing letters writes :: His cafe appears to me like honest Teague's, So F Quid fit futurum cras fuge quærere—” OR what to-morrow shall difclofe, May spoil what you to-night propose: England may change; or Cloe ftray: A BALLAD of the NOTBROWNE MAYDE. A. BE 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. |