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Without their cost, you terminate the cause And save th' expence of long litigious laws : Where suits are travers’d; and so little won, That he who conquers, is but last undone : Such are not your decrees; but fo design'd, The fanction leaves a lasțing peace behind; Likeyourown soul, serene; a pattern of yourmind.
Promoting concord, and composing strife, Lord of yourself, uncumber'd with a wife; Where, for a year, a month, perhaps a night, Long penitence succeeds a short delight: Minds are so hardly match'd, that ev’n the first, Tho pair’d by heaven, in Paradise were curs’d. For man and woman, tho in one they grow, Yet, first or last, return again to two. He to God's image, she to his was made; So, farther from the fount the stream at random
stray'd. How could he stand, when, put to double pain, He must a weaker than himself sustain ! Each might have stood perhaps; but each alone; Two wrestlers help to pull each other down.
Not that my verse would blemish all the fair ; But yet
if some be bad, 'tis wisdom to beware ; And better thun the bait, than struggle in the
Thus have you shunn'd, and thun the marry'd state, Trusțing as little as you can to fate.
No porter guards the passage of your door,
So may your stores, and fruitful fields increase ;
With crowds attended of your You seek the champion sports, or fylvan chace: With well-breath'd beagles yousurround the wood, Ev’n then, industrious of the common good : And often have you brought the wily fox To suffer for the firstlings of the flocks Chas'd even amid the folds; and made to bleed, Like felons, where they did the murd'rous deed.
This fiery game your active youth maintain'd;
but tastes of pleasures, youth devours.
Thus princes ease their cares; but happier he,
So liv'd our fires, ere doctors learn'd to kill,
What help from art's endeavors can we have ?
By chace our long-liv'd fathers earn’d their food; Toil strung the nerves, and purify'd the blood: But we their sons, a pamper'd race of men, Are dwindled down to threescore years and ten. Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work, for man to mend.
The tree of knowlege, once in Eden plac'd, Was easy found, but was forbid the taste : O, had our grandfire walk'd without his wife, He first had fought the better plant of life! Now both are loft: yet, wand'ring in the dark, Physicians, for the tree, have found the bark : They, lab'ring for relief of human kind, With sharpen'd fight some remedies may find; Th’apothecary-train is wholly blind.
From files a random recipe they take,
many deaths of one prescription make.
You hoard not health, for your own private use;
your lov'd retreat,