.

For Lawyers have more fober Senfe,
Than t'argue at their own Expence ;
But make their best Advantages
Of others Quarrels, like the Swiss;
And out of foreign Controverfies,
By aiding both Sides fill their Purses:
But have no Int'reft in the Cause,
For which th'engage, and wage the Laws;
Nor farther Profpect than their Pay,
Whether they lofe or win the Day.
And tho' th'abounded in all Ages
With fundry learned Clerks and Sages;
Tho' all their Bus'nefs be Difpute,
With which they canvafs every Suit;
They've no Difputes about their Art,
Nor in Polemicks controvert;
While all Profeffions elfe are found
With nothing but Difputes t'abound.
Divines of all forts, and Phyficians,
Philofophers, Mathematicians,
The Gallenift and Paracelfan,

Condemn the Way each other deals in:
Anatomifts diffe&t and mangle,

To cut themselves out Work to wrangle;
Aftrologers difpute their Dreams,

That in their Sleep they talk of Schemes;
And Heralds ftickle who got who,

So many hundred Years ago.

But Lawyers are too wife a Nation
T'expofe their Trade to Difputation;
Or make the bufy Rabble Judges
Of all their fecret Piques and Grudges;
In which, whoever wins the Day,
The whole Profeffion's fure to pay.
Befides, no Mountebanks nor Cheats
Dare undertake to do their Feats;
When in all other Sciences,
They fwarm like Infects, and increase:
For what Bigot durft ever draw,
By inward Light, a Deed in Law?
Or could hold forth by Revelation,
An Answer to a Declaration ?

For those that meddle with their Tools,
Will cut their Fingers if they're Fools.
I would not give, quoth Hudibras,
A Straw to understand a Cafe,

$ 3

Hud.

Without

Without the admirable Skill,
To wind and manage it at Will;
To veer, and tack, and fteer a Caufe
Against the Weather-gage of Laws,
And ring the Changes upon Cases
As plain as Nofes upon
Faces
As have well inftru&ted me,
you

For which you've earn'd, here 'tis, your Fee.
LEARNING.

Learning, that Cobweb of the Brain;
A Trade of Knowledge as replete
As others are with Fraud and Cheat:
A Cheat that Scholars put upon
Other Men's Reafon and their own;
A Fort of Errour to infconfe
Abfurdity and Ignorance;

That renders all the Avenues
To Truth, impervious and abftruse,
By making plain things in Debate,
By Art, perplex'd and intricate;
As if Rules were not in the Schools
Deriv'd from Truth, but Truth from Rules.
This pagan heathenifh Invention
Is good for nothing but Contention;
For as in Sword and Buckler Fight
All Blows do on the Target light,
So when Men argue, the great'ft Part
O'th'Contest falls on Terms of Art,
Until the Fuftian Stuff be spent,
And then they fall to th'Argument.
Books had spoil'd him,

Hud

Hud,

For all the Learn'd are Cowards by Profeffion. Dr. All for Love.

LETHARGY.

A Sleep, dull as your laft, did you arreft,

And all the Magazines of Life poffefs'd;

No more the Blood its circling Course did run,

But in the Veins like Ificies it hung;

No more the Heart, now void of quick'ning Heat,
The tuneful March of vital Motion beat:
Stiffness did into all the Sinews climb,

And a fhort Death crept cold through ev'ry Limb.

Oldh.

Does its black Stores and drowsy Treasures keep,

LETHE See Hell.

On the dark Banks where Lethe's lazy Deep

Rolls his flow Flood, and rocks the nodding Waves asleep.

(Blac.

LEVIATHAN. See Creation.

So when Leviathans difpute the Reign,
And uncontroll'd Dominion of the Main,
From the rent Rocks whole Coral Groves are torn,
And Ifles of Sea-weed on the Waves are born
Such watry Stores from their fpread Noftrils fly,
'Tis doubtful which is Sea and which is Sky.

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LIBERTY. See Brutus, Freedom.

The Love of Liberty with Life is given,

Gar.

And Life it felf th'inferiour Gift of Heav'n. Dryd. Pal.& Arc. 'Tis quick'ning Liberty that gives us Breath;

Her Abfence, more than that of Life, is Death.

Quoth he, th'one Half of Man, his Mind,.

Is fui Juris, unconfin'd,

And cannot be laid by the Heels,
Whate'er the other Moity feels.
'Tis not Restraint or Liberty,
That makes Men Prisoners or free,
But Perturbations that poffefs
The Mind, or Equanimities.

The whole World was not half fo wide

To Alexander, when he cry'd

Because he had but one to fubdue;

As was a paultry narrow Tub to

Diogenes, who is not faid,

For ought that ever I could read,

To whine, put Finger i'th'Eye, and fob,
Because he'd ne'er another Tub.

O give me Liberty;

For were ev'n Paradise it self my Prifon,
Still I fhould long to leap the chrystal Walls.
Oh Liberty! thou Goddess heav'nly bright,
Profufe of Bliss and pregnant with Delight;
Eternal Pleasures in thy Prefence reign,
And smiling Plenty leads thy wanton Train.
Eas'd of her Load, Subje&tion grows more light,
And Poverty looks chearful in thy Sight.
Thou mak❜ft the gloomy Face of Nature gay,
Giv'ft Beauty to the Sun and Pleasure to the Day,

LIFE.

Oh Life! thou Nothing's younger Brother; So like, that one might take one for the other! What's Some-body or No-body?

In all the Cobwebs of the Schoolmens Trade

We no fuch nice Distinction woven fee,

As 'tis to be, or not to be.

Blac.

Hud.

Dryd. Don Seb.

Add.

Dream of a Shadow! A Reflexion made
From the falfe Glories of the gay reflected Bow,
Is a more folid thing than thou.

Thou weak built Ifthmus! which do'ft proudly rife
Up betwixt two Eternities;

Yet canft not Wave or Wind sustain,

But broken or o'er-whelm'd, the endless Oceans meet again. From the maternal Tomb

To the Grave's fruitful Womb,

We call here Life; but Life's a Name
Which nothing here can truly claim.

This wretched Inn, where we scarce stay to bait,
We call our dwelling Place;

We call one Step a Race.

We grow at laft by Cuftom to believe

That really we live;

Whilft all these Shadows that for Things we take,

Are but the empty Dreams which in Death's Sleep we make.

When I confider Life, 'tis all a Cheat;

Yet, fool'd with Hope, Men favour the Deceit:
Truft on, and think To-morrow will repay;
To-morrow's faller than the former Day;

Lies more, and while it fays we fhall be blefs'd
With fome new Joys, cuts off what we poffefs'd.
Strange Couz'nage! none would live paft Years again,
Yet all hope Pleafure in what yet remain;

And from the Dregs of Life think to receive

What the first sprightly Running could not give.

I'm tir'd with waiting for this Chymick Gold,

Which fools us young, and beggars us when old. Dryd. Auren.
For Life can never be fincerely bleft,

Heav'n punishes the Bad and proves the Beft.
To-morrow, To-morrow, and To-morrow,
Creep in a ftealing Pace from Day to Day,
To the laft Minute of revolving Time;
And all our Yesterdays have lighted Fools
To their eternal Homes.

Life's but a walking Shadow, a poor Player,
That frets and ftruts his Hour upon a Stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a Tale
Told by an Idiot, full of Sound and Fury,
Signifying nothing,

Life is but Air,

That yields a Paffage to the whistling Sword,

Dryd. Abfal. &

(Achit.

Shak. Mach.

And clofes when 'tis gone.

Dryd. Don Seb.

Nor love thy Life, nor hate; but what thou liv’st,

Live well, how long or short permit to Heav'n.
They live too long who Happiness out-live.

Milt.

For

For Life and Death are things indifferent;
Each to be chofe as either brings Content.

Dryd. Ind. Emp.

'Tis not for Nothing that we Life pursue ;
It pays our Hopes with fomething ftill that's new:
Each Day's a Miftrefs unenjoy'd before;'
Like Travellers we're pleas'd with feeing more.
Indulge, and to thy Genius freely give;
For not to live at Eafe, is not to live:
Death ftalks behind thee, and each flying Hour
Does fome loose Remnant of thy Life devour.
Live while thou liv'ft, for Death will make us all
A Name, a Nothing but an old Wife's Tale.
Short Bounds of Life are set to mortal Man;

Dryd. Auren.

Dryd. Perf.

'Tis Virtue's Work alone to stretch the narrow Span.Dryd. Virg. Improperly we measure Life by Breath; They do not truly live who merit Death.

Stepm. Juv.

Gods! Life's your Gift; then season't with fuch Fate,
That what you meant a Bleffing prove no Weight.
Let me to the remotest Part be whirl'd

Of this your Play-thing, made in Hafte, the World:
But grant me Quiet, Liberty, and Peace;

By Day what's needful, and at Night foft Eafe;
The Friend I truft in, and the She I love :
Then fix me, and if e'er I wish Remove,
Make me as great, that's wretched, as you can;
Set me in Pow'r, the wofull'ft State of Man;
To be by Fools misled, to Knaves a Prey.
But make Life what I ask, or take't away.

Learn to live well, that thou may'st die so too:
To live and die is all we have to do.

LIGHT. See Creation:
First-born of Chaos! who fo fair didft come

From the old Negro's darkfom Womb!
Which, when it faw the lovely Child,
The melancholy Mafs put on kind Looks, and fmil'd.
Thou Tide of Glory! which no Reft do'ft know!
But ever ebb, and ever flow!

Hail active Nature's watchful Life and Health !
Her Joy, her Ornament, and Wealth!

Hail to thy Husband Heat and thee!

Otw.

Denb.

Thou the World's beauteous Bride, the lufty Bridegroom he. Say, from what golden Quivers of the Sky

Do all thy winged Arrows fly.

Swiftnefs and Pow'r by Birth are thine,

From thy great Sire they came, thy Sire the Word Divine !
Swift as fight Thoughts their empty Career run,
Thy Race is finifh'd when begun.

Thou