WANT is a softer wax, that takes thereon,
This, that, and every base impression.

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*147*

SATISFACTION FOR SUFFERINGS

FOR all our works a recompence is sure ; "Tis sweet to think on what was hard t' endure

.148.

WRITING

WHEN words we want, Love teacheth to indite; And what we blush to speak, she bids us write.

*149*

THE DEFINITION OF BEAUTY

BEAUTY no other thing is, than a beam Flash'd out between the middle and extreme.

*150*

A MEAN IN OUR MEANS

THOUGH frankincense the deities require,
We must not give all to the hallow'd fire.
Such be our gifts, and such be our expense,
As for ourselves to leave some frankincense.

WHEN all birds else do of their music fail,
Money's the still-sweet-singing nightingale !

KNEW'ST thou one month would take thy life away, Thou'dst weep; but laugh, should it not last a day.

TEARS, though they're here below the sinner's brine.

Above, they are the Angels' spiced wine.

* 154*

ON LOVE

LOVE'S of itself too sweet; the best of all
Is, when love's honey has a dash of gall.

* 155 *

PEACE NOT PERMANENT

GREAT cities seldom rest; if there be none
T' invade from far, they'll find worse foes at home.

* 156 *

PARDONS

THOSE ends in war the best contentment bring,
Whose peace is made up with a pardoning.

* 157

TRUTH AND ERROR

TWIXT truth and error, there's this difference known :

Error is fruitful, truth is only one,

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158.

WIT PUNISHED PROSPERS MOST

DREAD not the shackles; on with thine intent. Good wits get more fame by their punishment.

* 159 *

BURIAL

MAN may want land to live in ; but for all
Nature finds out some place for burial.

IF little labour, little are our gains;
Man's fortunes are according to his pains.

DRINK wine, and live here blitheful while ye may ; The morrow's life too late is; Live to-day.

TO ENJOY THE TIME

WHILE fates permit us, let's be merry ;
Pass all we must the fatal ferry ;
And this our life, too, whirls away,
With the rotation of the day.

EVERY time seems short to be
That's measured by felicity;

But one half-hour that's made up here
With grief, seems longer than a year.

* 164 *

MIRTH

TRUE mirth resides not in the smiling skin; The sweetest solace is to act no sin.

IN prayer the Hps ne'er act the winning part Without the sweet concurrence of the heart.