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The once lov'd rural Sports, and Chaces on the Plains ĭoes with the Soldier's Life the Garb assume, The softer pleasures of the Courtly Town, The safe, but harder Labours of the Gown, 'Tis done! and now th' ambitious Youth disdains To Turenne's Conduct, and to Conde's Heat. Their Stratagems, their Tempers she'll repeat,įrom Alexander's, (truly stil'd the GREAT)įrom Cæsar's on the World's Imperial Seat, No glorious Deed omits, no Man of mighty Name Who on the th' advanced Foe, (the Signal giv'n)įlies, like a rushing Storm by mighty Whirlwinds driv'n With Lightning arm'd his Eyes, with Thunder cloth'd his Neck

Shews the proud Steed, impatient of the Check, When near the Earth, contracts her narrow Throat, That first from Dust we came, and must to Dust return.īellona courts with her prevailing Charms Īs the harmonious Lark that sings and flies, Who round the Grave his short continuance mourn) (Which all the sad Assistants ought to know, He better do's that useful Doctrine show, Where, in the Marble Tomb now silent laid, Sends him, perhaps, to Death's concealing Shade Were both alike deriv'd from the same common Earth?īut ere the Child can to these Heights attain,Ī guilding Star, attracting to the Skies,Ī fever, seizing the o'er labour'd Brain, Unpity'd but by Brutes, a broken Carcass lay, What from that Land of ever-blooming Spring, (Till fir'd with Breath Divine) a helpless Figure lay:Ĭould he be led thus far-What were the Boast, Where Man, new-moulded from the temper'd Clay, To Babel's lofty Towers, and warlike Nimrod's Race

The several Tyrants o'er the several States, The Rise of Empires, and their various Fates, Wastes the dim Lamp, and turns the restless Page įor some lov'd Book prevents the rising Day,Īnd on it, stoln aside, bestows the Hours of Play įor search of darkned Truths and Mysteries Divine Loos'd from the infant Bands and female Cares, If past the hazard of his tendrest Years, That Vanity's our Lot, and all Mankind is Vain.

To Autumn-leaves, which every Wind can chace īreak on th' ill-order'd Scene on the fantastick Trance:Īs weak is Man, whilst Tenant to the Earth įrom the first moment of his weeping Birth,ĭown to the last and best of his few restless Days įrom disappointed Hopes, and frustrated Desires īestow'd whilst in the vale of Tears below, To Clouds, that sail amidst the yielding Air Īre lost and gone, ere we can say they were To Plants, that fade with the declining Day How vain is Life! which rightly we compare Thæta (and so through the play)īut Fame (quoth he) with all her Tongues,

The young Rat and his Dam, the Cock and the CatĪ Battle between the Rats and the Weazles The Philosopher, the Young-man, and his Statue Part of the Fifth Scene of the Second Act of Athalia THE Town having already done Justice to the Ode on the SPLEEN, and some few Pieces in this Volume, when scattered in other Miscellanies: I think it will be sufficient (now that Permission is at last obtained for the Printing this Collection) to acquaint the Reader, that they are of the same Hand which I doubt not will render this Miscellany an acceptable Present to the Publick.Ī Description of a Piece of Tapistry at Long-Leat Tooke at the Middle-Temple-Gate, William Taylor in Pater-Noster-Row, and James Round, in Exchange-Alley, Cornhil,

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