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On BEN JOHNSON's Club-Room, call'd the Apollo; at the Devil-Tavern in Fleet-street.

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Nce on a Time, as plac'd fupream in State,

Amidst his Sons old merry Ben was fate;
At some rare Strain the jovial Bard effay'd,
And call'd the Muse and Phabus to his Aid;
In vain; nor Phœbus nor the Muse obey'd.
Nonpluft at this, and in a strange Quandary,
He fill'd a lufty Bumper of Canary.

Soon as this Nectar glided o'er his Tongue,
He rous'd, and tun'd his Lyre, and fweetly fung.
Then to the Room which the rich Juice fupply'd,
Henceforth be thou Apollo call'd, he cry'd;
Apollo let thy Name for ever be,

That lab'ring Bards, in Time to come, may fee,

If they their Father Ben's Advice will take,
The best Inspirer is delicious Sack.

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Against LIFE. From the Greek.

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Hat Path of Life by Man is trod,
Without repenting of the Road?

Business is Tumult, Noise and Jar,
At Home is Wearinefs and Care :
The Ocean Storm and Terror yields,
And painful Toil and Sweat, the Fields:
Abroad you're deftitute, if Poor
If Rich, endanger'd by your Store.
By Griefs the Nuptial State is torn ;
The Single, friendless and forlorn.
With Children, Sorrows will increase;
Childless, we moan our Barrenness.
Folly our giddy Youth enfnares;

And Weakness finks our hoary Hairs.
The Wife this only Choice would try,
Or not to live, or foon to die.

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For LIFE. From the Greek.

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Hat Path of Life by Man is trod

Without rejoycing at the Road?

From Business Wealth and Wisdom flows,

At Home is Quiet and Repose.

The Ocean, gainful Traffick yields,
And Nature chears us in the Fields.
Abroad You're lefs expos'd, if Poor;
If Rich, respected for Your Store.
More Bliss the Nuptial State receives,
The Single, more in Freedom lives.
The Parent's Heart with Transport fwells;
And lefs of Care the Childless feels.

Our Youth, firm Health and Vigour shares,
And Rev'rence crowns our hoary Hairs.

The Wife this Choice would never try,

Or not to live, or foon to die.

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I.

HE Charms that blooming Beauty fhows,
From Faces heav'nly fair,

We to the Lilly and the Rose,

With Semblance apt, compare.

II.

With Semblance apt; for ah! how foon,

How foon they all decay!

The Lilly droops, the Rofe is gone,

And Beauty fades away.

III.

But when bright Virtue fhines confeft,

With fweet Discretion join'd;

When Mildness calms the peaceful Breast,

And Wisdom guides the Mind;

IV. When

IV.

When Charms like thefe, dear Maid, confpire

Thy Perfon to approve;

They kindle generous, chafte Defire,

And everlasting Love.

V.

Beyond the Reach of Time or Fate,

These Graces fhall endure,

Still, like the Paffion they create,
Eternal, conftant, pure.

A Latin Prologue Spoke before one of Terence's Plays at Westminster; on Occafion of a late Boxing-Match, between an Englishman and an Italian.

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Idimus Italici nugas pompamque Theatri,

Haufimus & molles aure lubente fonos.

Fortia corda virúm cantu muliercula traxit,

Semivirum tenere deperiére nurus.

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