Nor make it your peculiar Pride,

To ftrive to fhow what others hide;

To throw the Fig-leaf quite afide,

And scorn a double Meaning.

XIII.

Nor ever prostitute the Muse,
Malicious, mercenary, loose,

All Faiths, all Parties to abuse;
Still changing, still to Evil:

Taint not with impious Scenes the Age,
Nor make, outragious on the Stage,

A Maximin with Heav'n engage,

Blafpheming like a Devil.

XIV.

Deteft prophaning Holy Writ,

A Rock where Heathens could not split:

Old Jove more harmless charm'd the Pit,

Of Plautus's Creation.

Than

Than when th' Adulterer was fhow'd

With Attributes of real God:

But Fools, the Means of Grace allow'd,
Pervert to their Damnation.

XV.

Mingle not Wit with Treafon rude,
To please the Rebel Multitude:

From Poifon intermix'd with Food
What Caution e'er can screen us?
Ne'er ftoop to court a wanton Smile;
Thy pious Strains and lofty Style,

Too light let nor an Alma foil,

Nor paltry Dove of Venus.

XVI.

Such Blots deform the tuneful Train,

Whilft they falfe Glory would attain,

Or prefent Mirth, or prefent Gain,

Unmindful of Hereafter.

Do

Nor fear to fall, nor feek to rise,

Nor taint the Good, nor grieve the Wife,
To tickle Fools with Laughter.

XVII.

What tho' with Ease you could aspire
To Virgil's Art, or Homer's Fire?

If Vice and Lewdnefs breaths the Lyre,
If Virtue it asperses :

Better with honeft Quarles compose
Emblem, that good Intention shows,

Better be Bunyan in his Profe,

Or Sternhold in his Verfes.

An

An ODE from Anacreon, in the Greek Measure

Ἔρως ποτ ̓ ἐν ῥόδοισι, &c.

IN Rofes Cupid peeping,

IND

Disturb'd a Bee a-sleeping;

Nor spy'd it, ere it stung him,
The Smart fo forely wrung him:
His precious Tears he wafted,
And streight to Venus hasted.
I'm kill'd, O Mother, crying,
I'm kill'd, I'm just a dying!

No Chance was ever fadder;
A tiney winged Adder,

A Bee by Peasants named,
My Finger has enflamed.

If for a Bee to fting thee,

Quoth fhe, fuch Trouble bring thee;
Think, Cupid, how confounded

Are those whom thou haft wounded!

The SAVAGE; occafion'd by the bringing to Court a wild Youth, taken in the Woods in Germany, in the Year 1725.

Y

E Courtiers, who the Bleffings know

From fweet Society that flow,

Adorn'd with each politer Grace

Above the rest of human Race;
Receive this Youth unform'd, untaught,
From folitary Defarts brought,

To brutish Converfe long confin'd,
Wild, and a Stranger to his Kind:

Receive him, and with tender Care,
For Reafon's Ufe his Mind prepare;
Shew him in Words his Thoughts to dress,
To think, and what he thinks express;
His Manners form, his Conduct plan,

And civilize him into Man.

But with false alluring Smile
If you teach him to beguile;