13 Conviva nec muti nec loquaces funto.

14 De feriis ac facris Poti & Saturi ne differunto. Is Fidicen, nifi accerfitus, non venito.

16 Admiffo Rifu, Tripudiis, Choreis, Cantu, Salibus, Omni Gratiarum feftivitate facra celebrantor.

17 Joci fine felle funto.

18 Infipida poemata nulla recitantor.

19 Verfus fcribere nullus cogitor.

20 Argumentationis totus Strepitus abefto.

21 Amatoriis querelis, ac fufpiriis liber Angulus efto. 22 Lapitharum more Scyphis pugnare, Vitrea collidere,

Feneftras excutere, Supellectilem dilacerare, nefas efto. 23 Qui foras vel dicta vel facta Eliminat, Eliminator. 24 Neminem reum Pocula faciunto.

Focus perennis efto.

RULES for the Tavern Academy, &c.

By BEN. JOHNSON.

1.

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S the Fund of our Pleafure, let each pay his Except fome chance Friend whom a Member brings in.

2 Far hence be the Sad, the Lewd Fop and the Sot, For fuch have the Plagues of good Company been.

II.

3 Let the Learned and Witty, the Jovial and Gay.. The Generous and Honest Compofe our free State; And the more to exalt our Delight whilst we stay, Let none be debarr'd from his choice Female [Mate.

III.

5 Let no Scent offenfive the Chamber infeft. 6 Let Fancy, not Coft, prepare all our Dishes. 7 Let the Caterer mind the taste of each Gueft, And the Cook in his Dreffing comply with their Wishes.

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IV.

Let's have no difturbance about taking Places, To fhew your nice Breeding, or out of vain Pride. 9 Let the Drawers be ready with Wine' and fresh [must be ty'd.

Glaffes;
Let the Waiters have Eyes, tho' their Tongues

V.

Io Let ourWines without mixture, or Stum, be all fine, Or call up the Mafter, and break his dull Noddie. 11 Let no fober Bigot here think it a Sin,

To push on the chirping and moderate Bottle.

VI.

12 Let the Contests be rather of Books than of Wine. 13 Let the Company be neither noifie nor mute. 14 Let none of things Serious, much lefs of Divine, When Belly and Head's full, prophanely difpute.

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VII.

15 Let no fawcy Fidler prefume to intrude, Unless he is fent for to vary our Bliss.

16 With Mirth, Wit, and Dancing and Singing conclude, To regale ev'ry Senfe, with Delight in excess.

VIII.

17 Let Raillery be without Malice or Heat.
18 Dull Poems to read let none privilege take.
19 Let no Poetafter command or intreat
Another Extempore Verfes to make.

IX.

20 Let Argument bear no unmusical found, Nor Jars interpofe facred Friendship to grieve.

21 For Generous Lovers let a Corner be found, Where they in foftSighs may their Paffions relieve.

X.

22 Like the old Lapithites, with the Goblets to fight, Our own 'mongft Offences unpardon'd will rank;

Or breaking of Windows, or Glaffes for spight,
And spoiling the Goods for a Rakehelly Prank

XI.

23 Whoever shall publish what's faid or what's done, Be he banish'd for ever our Assembly Divine. 24 Let the freedom we take be perverted by none, To make any guilty by drinking good Wine.

Over the Door at the Entrance into

"

the APOLLO.

By BEN. JOHNSON.

Welcome all that lead or follow,

To the Oracle of Apollo----

Here he speaks out of his Pottle,
Or the Tripos, his Tower Bottle:
All his Anfwers are Divine,
Truth it felf doth flow in Wine.
Hang up all the poor Hop-Drinkers,
Cries Old Sym the King of Skinkers
He the half of Life abuses,
That fits watering with the Muses.
Those dull Girls no good can mean us,
Wine it is the Milk of Venus,

And the Poet's Horfe accounted:

Ply it and you all are mounted.
'Tis the true Phabeian Liquor,
Chears the Brains, makes Wit the quicker,
Pays all Debts, cures all Difeafes,
And at once three Senfes pleafes,
Welcome all that lead or follow,
To the Oracle of Apollo.

Her Man defcribed by her own Dictamen.

Ο

By Ben. Johnfon.

F your Trouble, Ben, to cafe me,

I will tell what Man would please me.
I would have him, if I could,
Noble; or of greater Blood:
Titles, I confefs, do take me;
And a Woman God did make me:
French to boot, at least in fashion,
And his Manners of that Nation.
Young I'd have him too, and fair,
Yet a Man; with crifped Hair,
Can in thousand Snares and Rings,
For Love's Fingers, and his Wings:
Chefnut Colour, or more flack
Gold, upon a Ground of Black.
Venus and Minerva's Eyes,
For he must look wanton-wife.
Eye-brows bent, like Cupid's Bow,
Front, an ample Field of Snow;
Even Nose and Cheek (withal)
Smooth as is the Billiard Ball:
Chin as woolly as the Peach;
And his Lip fhould kiffing teach,
Till he cherish'd too much Beard,
And make Love or me afeard.

He would have a Hand as foft
As the Down, and fhew it oft;
Skin as smooth as any Rufh,
And fo thin to fee a Blufh
Rifing through it, e'er it came;
All his Blood fhould be a Flame,
Quickly fir'd, as in Beginners

In Love's School, and yet no Sinners.

'Twere too long to speak of all, What we Harmony do call,

In a body should be there.

Well he should his Cloths to wear;

Yet no Taylor help to make him,
Dreft, you ftill for Man fhould take him,
And not think h'had eat a Stake,
Or were set up in a Brake.

Valiant he should be as fire,
Shewing Danger more than Ire.
Bounteous as the Clouds to Earth,
And as honeft as his Birth.
All his Actions to be fuch,
As to do nothing too much.
Nor o'er-praife, nor yet condemn ;
Nor out-value, nor contemn;
Nor do Wrongs, nor Wrongs receive;
Nor tie Knots, nor Knots unweave;
And from Baseness to be free,
As he durft love Truth and me.
Such a Man, with every part,
I could give my very Heart;
But of one, if fhort he came,
I can reft me where I am.

A NYMP H's Paffion.

By Ben. Jol afon.

I.

I Love, and he loves me again,

Yet dare I not tell who,

For if the Nymphs should know my Swain,
I fear they'd love him too;

Yet if it be not known,

The Pleasure is as good as none,

For that's a narrow Joy is but our own.

HS