Imatges de pÓgina

And Wit was his vain frivolous Prerence
Of pleasing others at his own Expence:
For Wirs are created just like conimon Whores,
First they're enjoy'd, and then kick'd out of Doors.
Woinen and Men of Wit are dang'rous Tools,
And ever fatal co admiring Fools.
Those Creatures are the wiseft who attain
By luieft Means the Ends at which they aim:
If therefore Fowler finds and kills his Hare
Better than Mcers fupplies Committee Chair,
Tho'one's a Statesman, th'other but a Hound,
Fowler in Justice would be wiser found.
Birds feed on Birds, Beasts on each other prey,
But savage Man alone does Man betray!
Press'd by Neceflity, they kill for Food;
Man undoes Man to do himself no Good.
With Teeth and Claws, by Nature arm'd, they runt
Nature's Allowance to supply their Want :
But Man with Smiles, Embraces, Friendships, Praise,
Unhumanly his Fellow's Life betrays;
With voluntary Pains works his Diftress,
Not through Necessity but Wantonness.
For Hunger or for Love they fight and tear,
While wretched Man is still in Arms for Fear;
For Fear he arms, and is of Arms afraid;
By Fear co Fear successively betray'd:
Base Fear, the Source whence his beft Passion came,
His boasted Honour and his dear-boughe Fáme.
The Good he a&ts, the Ill he does endure,
'Tis all for Fear, to make himself secure :
Meerly for Safety after Fame we thirst,
For all Men would be Cowards if they durft:
And Honesty's against all common Sense ;
Men must be Knaves, 'tis in their own Defence :
Mankind's dishoneft; if you think it fair
Among known Cheats to play upon the Square,
You'll be undone;
Nor can weak Truth your Reputation fave,
The Knaves will all agree to call you Knave :
Long shall he live insulced o'er, opprefs'd,
Who dares be less á Villain than the rest.

MARRIAGE. See Husband, Wife.

To the nuptial Bowers
I led her blushing like the Morn; all Heav'n,
And happy Constellations on that Hour :
Shed their selectest Influence : The Earth
Cave Sign of Gratulation, and cach Hill:




Joyous the Birds : Fresh Gales and gentle Airs
Whisper'd it to the Woods; and from their Wings
Flung Rose, fung Odours from the spicy Shrub

Difporting till the am'rous Bird of Night
Şung Spousal, and bid haste the Evening-Star
On his Hill-top to light the bridal Lamp.

And Venus bless'd with nuptial Bliss the long laborious Night.
Eros and Anteros on either Side,
One fir'd the Bridegroom, and one warm'd the Bride ;

And Hymen from above
Shower'd on the Bed the whole Idalian Grove. Dryd. Pal. d Arc.

Hail wedded Love! mysterious Law! true Source
Of human Offspring! fole Propriety
In Paradise, of all things common else!
By thee adulc'rous Luft was driv’n from Man
Among the bestial Herds to range ; by thee
Founded in Reason, loyal, juft, and pure,
Relations dear, and all the Charities
Of Father, Son, and Brother first were known!
Perpetual Fountain of domestick Sweets!
Here Love his golden Shafts employs, here lights
His conftant Lamp, and waves his purple Wings:
Here reigns and revels; not in the bought Smile
Of Harlots, loveless, joyless, unindear'd,
Casual Fruition; nor in Court-Amours,
Mix'd Dance, or wanton Mask, or midnight Ball,
Or Serenade, which the starv'd Lover fings
To his proud Fair, best quicred with Disdain.

When fix'd to one, Love safe at Anchor rides,
And dares the Fury of the Wind and Tides ;
But losing once that Hold, to the wide Ocean born,
It drives away at Will, to ev'ry Wave a Scorn. Dryd. Tyr. Love,

All Women would be of one Piece,
The virtuous Matron and the Miss ;
The Nymphs of chaste Diana's Train,
The same with those in Lukezer's-Lane;
But for the Diff'rence Marriage makes
Twixt Wives and Ladies of the Lakes:

Marriage, thou Curse of Love and Snare of Life!
That first debas'd a Mistress to a Wife!
Love like a Scene at Distance should appear,
But Marriage views the gross-daub'd Landscape near.
Love's nauseous Cure! chou cloy'st whom thou should'At please,
And when thou cur'ft, then thou art che Disease.
When Hearts are loose, thy Chain our Bodies ties; (Gran.
Love couples Friends, but Marriage Enemies. Dryd. Conq. of
And Wedlock without Love, fome say,


Is but a Lock without a Key:
It is a kind of Rape to marry
One that negle&ts or cares not for ye ;
For what does make it Ravishment,
But being 'gainst the Mind's Consent.

A Slavery beyond enduring,
But that 'tis of our own procuring:
As Spiders never seek the Fly,
But leave him of himself t'apply;
So Men are by themselves betray'd
To quit the Freedom they enjoy'd,
And run their Necks into a Noose,
They'd break 'em after to break loose.

With gaudy Plumes and jingling Bells made proud,
The youthful Beast fets forth and neighs aloud:
A morning Sun his tinsell'd Harness gilds,
And the first Srage a down-hill Green-sword yields.
But oh!
What rugged Ways attend the Noon of Life,
Our Sun declines, and, with what anxious Strife,
What Pain we tug that galling Load a Wife ?
All Coursers the first Heat with Vigour run,
But 'cis with Whip and Spur the Race is won. Cong. Old. Batch.

Marriage is but a Beast, fome say,
That carries double in foul Way;
Therefore 'tis not to be admir'd
It should fo suddenly be tir'd...

For after Matrimony's over,
He that holds out but half a Lover,
Deserves for every Minute more
Than half a Year of Love before.

Fondness is still th'Effe & of new Delight:
Marriage is but the pleasure of a Day ;
The Metal's base, the Gilding worn away. Dryd. Auren.

Marriage at best is but a Vow,
Which all Men either break or bow.

Lord of your self, uncumber'd with a Wife!
Where for a Year, a Month, perhaps a Night,
Long Penitence succeeds a short Delight.
Minds are so hardly match'd, that ev'n the first,
Tho' pair'd by Heav'n, in Paradise, were cursd:
For Man and Woman, tho’in one they grow,:
Yer, first or last, return again to two:
He to God's Image, she to his was made;
So farther from the Fount the Stream at Random stray'd :
How could he stand; when, put to double Pain,
He muft a weaker than himself luftain ?




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Each might have stood perhaps, but each alone;
Two Wrestlers help to pull each other down.
Nor that my Verse would blemish all the Fair,
But yet, if some be bad, 'tis Wisdom to beware;
And better shun the Bait, than struggle in the Snare. Dryd.

I would not wed her:
No! were she all Desire could wish, as fair
As would the vainest of her Sex be thought,
With Wealth beyond what Woman's Pride could waste,
She should not cheat me of my Freedom. Marry !
When I am old, and weary of the World,
I may grow desperate,
And take a Wife to mortify withal.

Otx, Orple.
Marriage to Maids is like a War to Men,
The Battle causes Fear, but the sweet Hopes
Of winning at the laft ftill draws them in. Lee Mithrid.

The God of War, whose unrefifted Sway
The Labours and Events of Arms obey.

Dryd. Virg.
Thus on the Banks of Hebriu freezing Flood,
The God of Battels, in his angry Mood,
Clashing his Sword against his brazen Shield,
Lets loose the Reins, and scours along the Field:
Before the Wind his fiery Coursers fly,
Groans the fad Earth, resounds the rattling Sky.
Wrath, Terrour, Treason, Tumult, and Despair,
Dire Faces and deform’d, surround the Car,
Friends of the God, and Follow'rs of the War. Dryd. Virg.
· Strong God of Arms! whose Iron Sceptre sways
The freezing North, and Hyperborean Seas,
And Scythian Colds, and Thracia's wintry Coast,
Where stand thy Sreeds, and thou art honour'd most:
There most ; but ev'ry where thy Pow'r is known,
The Fortune of the Fight is all thy own :
Terrour is thine, and wild Amazemenç flung
From out thy Chariot, withers ev'n the Strong:
And Disarray, and shameful Rout ensue,
And Force is added to the fainting Crew.
Venus, the publick Care of all above,
Thy stubborn Heart has soften d into Love:
Now by her Blandishments and pow'rful Charms,
When yielded, she lay curling in thy Arms;
Ev'n by thy Shame, if Shame it may be call'd,
When Vulcan had thee in his Net inthrallid;
(Oh envied Ignominy! Sweet Disgrace!
When ev'ry God that saw thee, wilh'd thy Place !)
By those dear Pleasures, aid my Arms in Fight,


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And make me conquer in my Patron's Right.
For I am young, a Novice in the Trade,
The Fool of Love, unpra&tis'd to perswade ;
And want the foothing Arts that catch the Fair;
But caught my felf, lie struggling in the Snare.
Nought can my Strength avail, unless by, thec
Endu'd with Force, I gain the Vi&tory.
Acknowledg'd as thou art, accept my Pray'r,
If ought I have atchiev'd deferve thy Care;

If to my utmoft Pow'r, with Sword and Shield,
I dard the Death, unknowing how to yield;
And falling in my Rank, still kept the Field.
So be the Morrow's Sweat and Labour mine,
The Palm and Honour of the Conquest thine.
Then shall the War, and stern Debate, and Strife
Immortal, be the Bus'ness of my Life;
And in thy Fane, the dusty Spoil among,
High on the burnish'd Roof, my Banner shall be hung,
Rank'd with my Champions Bucklers; and below,
With Arms revers'd, th’Achievements of my Foe.
And while these Limbs the vital Spirit feeds,
While Day to Night, and Night to Day succeeds,
Thy smoking Alcar shall be fat with Food
Of Incense, and the grateful Stream of Blood :
Burnt-Off'rings Morn and Ev'ning shall be thine,
And Fires eternal in thy Temple Thine :
This Bush of yellow Beard, this Length of Hair
Which from my Birth inviolate I bear,
Guiltless of Steel, and from the Razor free,
Shall fall a plenteous Crop, referv'd for thee. Dryd. Pal. & Ari.

Temple of MARS,
In the Dome of mighty Mars the Red,
With diff'rent Figures all the Sides were spread:
This Temple, less in Form, with equal Grace,
Was imitative of the first in Thrace.
For that cold Region was the lov'd Abode,
And Sov'raign Mansion of the Warriour-God.
The Landscape was a Forest wide and bare,
Where neither Beast nor Human-kind repair.
The Fowl that scent afar, the Borders fly,
And shun the bitter Blast, and wheel about the Sky
A Cake of Scurf lies baking on the Ground,
And prickly Stubs instead of Trees are found;
Or Woods with Knors and Knares, deform'd and old ;
Headless the most ; and hideous to behold.
A rate’ling Tempest thro' the Branches went,
That ftript them bare, and one fole Way they beat,

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