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And that which he delights in must be happy.
Thus am I doubly arm’d-my death and life,
among the war of elements,
CIX. SAMUEL COBB,
EVIL UNAVOIDABLE. Had guile, and pride, and envy grown In the black groves of Styx alone, Nor ever had on earth the fatal crop been sowo: The swain, without amaze, had tilled The Flandrian glebe, a guiltless field: Nor had he wondered, when he found The bones of heroes in the ground: No crimson streams had lately swelled The Dyle, the Danube, and the Scheldt. But evils are of necessary growth, To rouse the brave and banish sioth;
PROLOGUE TO THE
And some are born to win the stars,
CITY WIVES, CONFEDERACY."
should make a poet of his son ? Or is 't for some great services of his, You're pleased to compliment his boy with this?
[showing a laurel crown. The honour, I must needs confess, is great, If, with his crown, you tell him where to eat: 'Tis well,—But I have more complaints ! look here !
[showing his ragged coat, Hark ye: d'ye think this suit good winter wear? In a cold morning, when, at a lord's gate, How have you let the porter let me wait! You'll say, perhaps, you knew I'd get no harm; You'd given me fire enough to keep me warm. Ah! A world of blessings to that fire we owe ; Without it I'd ne'er make this princely show. I have a brother too, now in my sight, A busy man amongst us here to-night; Your fire has made him play a thousand pranks, For which no doubt you've had his daily thanks. He's thanked you first for all his decent plays, Where he so nicked it, when he writ for praise. Next for his meddling with some folks in black, And bringing, souse, a priest upon his back; For building houses here to oblige the peers, And fetching all their house about his ears ; For a new play he's now thought fit to write To soothe the town-which they will--damn to-night. These benefits are such, no man can doubt But he'll go on, and see your fancy out ;
Till for reward of all his wondrous deeds,
CXI. LORD VISCOUNT BOLINGBROKE.
TO MISS A.K.NS. Dear thoughtless Clara, to my verse attend, Believe for once thy lover and thy friend; Heaven to each sex has various gifts assigned And shewn an equal care of human kind. Strength does to man's imperial race belong; To yours that beauty which subdues the strong; But, as our strength when misapplied is lost, And what should save, urges our ruin most, Women no more their empire can maintain, Nor hope, vile slaves of lust, by love to reign. Superior charms but make their case the worse, And what should be their blessing, proves their curse. No, Clara, no ! that person and that mind Were formed by nature and by heaven designed For nobler ends; to these return, though late, Return to these, and so avert thy fate. Think, Clara, think, (nor will that thought be vain) Thy slave, thy Harry, doomed to drag his chain Of love, ill-treated and abused, that he From more inglorious chains may rescue thee. Thy drooping health restored, by his fond care, Once more thy beauty its full lustre wear ; Moved by his love, by his example taught, Soon shall thy soul, once more with virtue fraught, With kind and generous truth thy bosom warm, And thy fair mind, like thy fair person, charm. To virtue thus, and to thyself restored, By all admired, by one alone adored, Be to thy Harry ever kind and true, And live for him, who more than dies for you.
CXII. NICOLAS ROWE.
1. ACTIVITY AND SLOTH.
CXIII. ISAAC WATTS.
1. AGAINST QUARRELLING.
For God hath made them so;
For 'tis their nature too;
Such angry passions rise ;
To tear each other's eyes.
And all your words be mild ;
That sweet and lovely child.
And as his stature grew,
in favour both with man
And from his heavenly throne
And marks them for his own.