Nor affift our affairs

With their monies nor their wares,
As their anfwer now declares,

But only with their prayers.

Thus they did perfift,
Did and faid what they lift,
Till the dyet was dismist ;
But then our breech they kift.

For when

It was mov'd there and then
They should pay one in ten,
The dyet faid, Amen.

And because they are loth
To difcover the troth,

They must give word and oath,
Though they will forfeit both.

Thus the conftitution

Condemns them every one,
From the father to the fon.

But John

(Our friend) Molleffon

Thought us to have out-gone
With a quaint invention.

Like the prophets of yore,
He complain'd,long before,
Of the mischiefs in ftore,
Ay, and thrice as much more.

And

For he is one too, or would be;

But he drinks no wine,

Which is a fhrewd fign

That all's not fo well as it should be.

These three, when they drink,
How little do they think
Of banishment, debts, or dying:

Not old with their years,

Nor cold with their fears;

But their angry stars still defying.

Mirth makes them not mad,
Nor fobriety fad;

But of that they are feldom in danger;'
At Paris, at Rome,

At the Hague they're at home;
The good fellow is no where a stranger.

TO SIR JOHN MENNIS, Being invited from Calais to Bologne, to eat a Pig.

ALL on a weeping Monday,

With a fat Bulgarian sloven,
Little admiral John

To Bologne is gone,

Whom I think they call old Loven.

Hadft thou not thy fill of carting,
Will Aubrey, count of Oxon.

When

When nofe lay in breech,
And breech made a speech,
So often cry'd a pox on?

A knight by land and water
Efteem'd at fuch a high rate,
When 'tis told in Kent,
In a cart that he went,
They'll fay now, hang him pirate.

Thou might't have ta'en example,
From what thou read'ft in ftory;
Being as worthy to fit
On an ambling tit

As thy predeceffor Dory.

And the snow which you know is a melter.

But with thee to inveigle

That tender ftripling Aftcot,

Who was foak'd to the skin,

Through drugget fo thin,

Having neither coat nor waistcoat.

He being proudly mounted,
Clad in cloak of Plymouth,
Defy'd cart fo base,

For thief without grace,

That goes to make a wry mouth.

Nor

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Why all the tributes land and fea affords

Heap'd in great chargers, load our sumptuous boards ?
Our chearful guests carouse the sparkling tears

Of the rich grape, whilst musick charms their ears.
Why, as we pass, do those on Xanthus' fhore,
As gods behold us, and as gods adore ?
But that, as well in danger as degree,

We stand the first; that when our Licians fee
Our brave examples, they admiring say,
Behold our gallant leaders! These are they
Deferve the greatnefs; and unenvy'd stand:
Since what they act, transcends what they command.
Could the declining of this fate (oh friend)
Our date to immortality extend?

Or if death fought not them who feek not death,
Would I advance? or fhould my vainer breath
With fuch a glorious folly thee inspire ?
But fince with fortune nature doth confpire,
Since age, disease, or fome lefs noble end,
Though not lefs certain, doth our days attend;
Since 'tis decreed, and to this period lead
A thousand ways, the noblest path we 'll tread;
And bravely on, till they, or we, or all,
A common facrifice to honour fall.

MARTIAL

'Tis not cheeks, nor lips, nor eyes,

That I prize,

Quick conceits, or fharp replies,

If wife thou wilt appear and knowing,

Repartie, Repartie,

To what I'm doing.

Pr'ythee why the room fo dark?

Not a spark

Left to light me to the mark;

I love day-light and a candle,
And to fee, and to fee,

As well as handle.

Why fo many bolts and locks,

Coats and fmocks,

And thofe drawers with a pox ?

I could with, could nature make it,

Nakednefs, nakedness

Itfelf were naked.