SLENDER's Ghoft. Vide SHAKESPEAR. ENEATH a church-yard yew, BE Decay'd and worn with age, At dusk of eve methought I spy'd Poor Slender's ghost, that whimpering cryed, O fweet, O fweet Anne Page! Ye gentle bards! give ear! Who talk of amorous rage, Who fpoil the lily, rob the rose, Come learn of me to weep your woes: O fweet, O fweet Anne Page! I never dreamt of flame or dart, And you whofe love-fick minds O fweet, O sweet Anne Page! And ye! whofe fouls are held, Like linnets in a cage! Who talk of fetters, links, and chains, Attend and imitate my ftrains! O fweet, O fweet Anne Page! And you who boast or grieve, What horrid wars we wage! Of wounds receiv'd from many an eye; Hence every fond conceit Of fhepherd or of fage; 'Tis Slender's voice, 'tis Slender's way The INVIDIOUS. OF MART. Fortune! if my prayer of old Was ne'er folicitous for gold, With better grace thou may'st allow My fuppliant wish, that asks it now. Yet think not! goddess! I require it For the fame end your clowns defire it. In a well-made effectual string, Fain would I fee Lividio fwing! Hear him, from Tyburn's height haranguing, And he will tye the knot himself. The The PRICE of an EQUIPAGE. "Servum fi potes, Ole, non habere, "Et regem potes, Ole, non habere." MART. I Afk'd a friend amidst the throng, Whofe coach it was that trail'd along : "The gilded coach there-don't ye mind? That with the footmen ftuck behind." O Sir! fays he, what! han't you feen it? Your friend, your neighbour, and—what not! But faith his equipage is new." "Blefs me, faid I, where can it end? What madness has poffefs'd my friend? Four powder'd flaves, and thofe the tallest, Their ftomachs doubtlefs not the fmalleft! Can Damon's revenue maintain In lace and food, fo large a train? I know his land-each inch of ground- Thus Thus does falfe ambition rule us, Thus pomp delude, and folly fool us; To keep a race of flickering knaves, He grows himself the worst of flaves. L HINT from VOITURE. ET Sol his annual journeys run, And when the radiant task is done, Confefs, through all the Globe, 'twould pofe him, To match the charms that Celia fhews him. And fhould he boaft he once had feen peace for this county; Who, in the whole courfe of his pilgrimage Notwithstanding the fcoffs of ill-difpofed perfons, That ridiculed his behaviour, Or cenfured his breeding; Following the dictates of nature, The noife, or report fuch things generally cause in the world, (As he was feen to perform them of none) Himself refting easy, When he could render that fo; Not griping, or pinching himself, Not coveting to keep in his poffeffion To all round about him: Making the most forrowful countenance In his prefence; Always bestowing more than he was asked, But the moft mature, and folemn deliberation; of mind; With an inimitable gravity and oeconomy of face; Bidding |