A reverend painted Lady was brought,
And coffin'd in Cruft, till now the was hoary.
To these, an over grown Juftice of Peace,
With a Clerk like a Gizzard thruft under each Arm; And Warrants for Sippets, laid in his own Grease, Set o'er a Chaffing-difh to be kept warm.
The Joul of a Jaylor, ferv'd for a Fish,
A Conftable fous'd with Vinegar by;
Two Aldermen Lobfters afleep in a Dish,
A Deputy Tart, a Churchwarden Pye.
All which devour'd; he then for a Close,
Did for a full draught of Derby call;
He heav'd the huge Veffel up to his Nose,
And left not till he had drunk up all.
Then from the Table he gave a start,
Where Banquet and Wine were nothing fcarce,
All which he flirted away with a Fart,
From whence it was call'd the Devil's Arfe.
XVII.
And there he made fuch a Breach with the Wind,
The hole too ftanding open the while,
That the fcent of the Vapour, before, and behind,
Hath foully perfumed moft part of the Ifle.
XVIII.
And this was Tobacco, the learned fuppofe;
Which fince in Country, Court and Town,
In the Devils Glifter-pipe fmoaks at the Nofe
Of Pollcat and Madam, of Gallant and Clown.
XIX.
From which wicked Weed, with Swines-flesh,and Ling,
Or any thing else that's Feaft for the Fiend:
Our Captain and we cry, God fave the King,
And fend him good Meat, and Mirth without end.
Rink to me, only with thine Eyes,
DE And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a Kifs but in the Cup,
And I'll not look for Wine.
The Thirst, that from the Soul doth rife,
Doth ask a Drink divine:
But might I of Jove's Nectar fip,
I would not change for thine.
1 fent thee, late, a rofie Wreath,
Not fo much honouring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon did'ft only breathe,
And fent'ft it back to me:
Since when it grows, and fmells, I fwear,
Not of it felf, but thee.
Ood, and great God, can I not think of thee,
But it must, ftraight, my Melancholy be
Is it interpreted in me Disease,
That, laden with my Sins, I feek for Ease?
O, be thou Witness, that the Reins dot know,
And Hearts of all, if I be fad for Show:
And judge me after: If I dare pretend
To ought but Grace, or aim at other End.
As thou art All, fo be thou All to me,
First, midft, and laft, converted one, and three ;
VOL. II.
My Faith, my Hope, my Love: And in this State,
My Judge, my Witnefs, and my Advocate.
Where have I been this while exil'd from thee?
And whither rapt, now thou but stoop'ft to me?
Dwell, dwell here ftill: O, Being every-where,
How can I doubt to find thee ever here?
I know my State, both full of Shame and Scorn,
Conceiv'd in Sin, and unto Labour born,
Standing with Fear, and muft with Horror fall,
And deftin'd unto Judgment, after all.
I feel my Griefs too, and there fcarce is Ground
Upon my Flesh t'inflict another Wound.
Yet dare I not complain, or wish for Death
With holy Paul, left it be thought the Breath
Of Discontent; or that thefe Prayers be
For weariness of Life, not love of thee.
O make the Doubt clear, that no Woman's true, Was it my Fate to prove it full in you? Thought I but one had breath'd the purer Air, And muft fhe needs be falfe, because he's Fair? Is it your Beauty's Mark, or of your Youth, Or your Perfection, not to study Truth; Or think you Heav'n is deaf, or hath no Eyes? Or those it has, wink at your Perjuries?
Are Vows fo cheap with Women 3 or the matter Whereof they are made, that they are writ in Water, And blown away with Wind? or doth their Breath, Both hot and cold at once, threat Life and Death? Who could have thought so many Accents fweet Tun'd to our Words, fo many Sighs should meet Blown from our Hearts, fo many Qaths and Tears Sprinkled among all sweeter, by our Fears,
And the divine Impreffion of ftol'n Kiffes,
That feal'd the reft, could now prove empty Bliffes !
Did you draw Bonds to forfeit ? fign to break?
Or muft we read you quite from what you speak,
And find the Truth out the wrong way or must
He first defire you false, would wish you juft?
O, I profane! Though most of Women be
The common Monster, Love, shall except thee,
My dearest Love, however Jealousie
With Circumftance might urge the contrary.
Sooner I'll think the Sun would ceafe to chear
The teeming Earth, and that forget to bear;
Sooner that Rivers would run back, or Thames
With Ribs of Ice in June would bind his Streams:
Or Nature, by whofe ftrength the World endures,
Would change her Course, before you alter yours.
But, O that treacherous Breaft, to whom weak you
Did truft our Counfels, and we both may rue,
Having his Falfhood found too late! 'twas he
That made me caft you guilty, and you me.
Whilft he, black Wretch, betray'd each fimple Word
We fpake unto the coming of a third!
Curft may he be that fo our Love hath flain,
And wander wretched on the Earth, as Cain:
Wretched as he, and not deserve leaft pity:
In plaguing him, let Mifery be witty.`
Let all Eyes fhun him, and he shun each Eye,
Till he be noifom as his Infamy :
May he without remorfe deny God thrice,
And not be trufted more on his Soul's price:
And after all felf-torment, when he dies,
May Wolves tear out his Heart, Vultures his Eyes,
Swine eat his Bowels, and his falfer Tongue,
That utter'd all, be to fome Raven flung:
And let his Carrion Coarfe be a longer Feafe
To the King's Dogs, than any other Beaft.
Now I have curft, let us our Love revive;
In me the Flame was never more alive,
I could begin again to court and praise,
And in that Pleasure lengthen the short days
Of my Life's Leafe; like Painters that do take
Delight, not in made Works, but whilft they make.
I could renew thofe Times, when firft I faw
Love in your Eyes, that gave my Tongue the Law
To like what you lik'd, and at Masks, or Plays,
Commend the self-fame Actors, the fame Ways,
Ask how you did, and often with intent
Of being officious, grow impertinent;
All which were fuch loft Paftimes, as in these
Love was as fubtly catch'd as a Disease.
But, being got, it is a Treasure sweet,
Which to defend, is harder than to get;
And ought not be profan'd on either part,
For though 'tis got by Chance, 'tis kept by Art.
LEGES CONVIVALES. Quod fœlix fauftumque Convivis in Apolline fit. By BEN. JOHNSON.
Emo Afymbolus, nifi Umbra, huc venito,
3 Eruditi, Urbani, Hilares, Honefti, adfcifcuntor. 4 Nec lecta Fœmina repudiantor.
s In Apparatu quod Convivis corruget Nares nil efto. 6 Epula delectu potius quam fumptu parentur.
7 Obfonator & coquus convivarum Gula periti funto. 8 De Difcubitu non contenditor.
9 Miniftri, à Dapibus oculati & muti,
A Poculis auriti & celeres funto.
10 Vina puris fontibus miniftrentur, aut vapulet Hofpes. 11 Moderatis poculis provocare fodales fas efto.
12 At Fabulis magis quam Vino velitatio fiat,
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