What tho he be not come to his full
power,
He's mending and improving every hour.
You fly the-jockies of the box and pit,
Are pleas'd to find a hot unbroken wit :
By management he may in time be made,
But there's no hopes of an old batter'd jade;
Faint and unnerv'd he runs into a fweat,
And always fails you at the second heat.
UNIVERSITY of OXFORD, 1681.
HE fam'd Italian mufe, whofe rhimes advance Orlando, and the Paladins of France, Records, that, when our wit and fenfe is flown, "Tis lodg'd within the circle of the moon, In earthen jars, which one, who thither foar'd, Set to his nofe, snuff'd up, and was reftor'd. Whate'er the story be, the moral's true; The wit we loft in town, we find in you.
poets their fled parts may draw from hence, And fill their windy heads with fober sense.
When London votes with Southwark's difagree,
Here may they find their long-loft loyalty.
Here busy senates, to th' old cause inclin'd,
May fnuff the votes their fellows left behind :
Your country neighbors, when their grain grows
dear,
May come, and find their last provifion here:
Whereas we cannot much lament our loss,
Who neither carry'd back, nor brought one cross.
We look'd what reprefentatives would bring;
But they help'd us, just as they did the king.
Yet we despair not; for we now lay forth
The Sibyls books to those who know their worth;
And tho the firft was facrific'd before,
These volumes doubly will the price restore.
Our poet bade us hope this grace to find,
To whom by long prescription you are kind.
He, whofe undaunted Mufe, with loyal rage,
Has never spar'd the vices of the age,
Here finding nothing that his fpleen can raise,
Is forc'd to turn his fatire into praise.
First Appearance at the DUKE'S THEATRE, after his Return from SCOTLAND, 1682.
N'those cold regions which no fummers chear,
Where brooding darkness covers half the year, To hollow caves the fhiv'ring natives go;
Bears range abroad, and hunt in tracks of fnow:
But when the tedious twilight wears away,
And stars grow paler at th' approach of day,
The longing crowds to frozen mountains run;
Happy who first can see the glimmering fun:
The furly favage offspring difappear,
And curfe the bright fucceffor of the year.
Yet, tho rough bears in covert feek defence,
White foxes ftay, with feeming innocence:
That crafty kind with day-light can dispense.
Still we are throng'd fo full with Reynard's race,
That loyal fubjects fcarce can find a place:
Thus modeft truth is caft behind the croud:
Truth fpeaks too low; hypocrify too loud.
Let them be first to flatter in fuccefs;
Duty can stay, but guilt has need to prefs.
Once, when true zeal the fons of God did call,
To make their folemn fhew at heaven's Whitehall,
The fawning devil appear'd among the rest,
And made as good a courtier as the best.
The friends of Job, who rail'd at him before,
Came cap in hand when he had three times more.
Yet late repentance may, perhaps, be true;
Kings can forgive, if rebels can but sue ;
A tyrant's power in rigor is expreft;
The father yearns in the true prince's breast.
grant, an o'ergrown Whig no grace can mend; But most are babes, that know not they offend. The croud, to restless motion still inclin'd,
Are clouds, that tack according to the wind. Driven by their chiefs they ftorms of hailstones
Then mourn, and foften to a filent shower.
O welcome to this much-offending land,
The prince that brings forgiveness in his hand!
Thus angels on glad meffages appear:
Their firft falute commands us not to fear:
Thus heaven, that' could conftrain us to obey, (With rev'rence if we might prefume to fay)
Seems to relax the rights of fov'reign fway:
Permits to man the choice of good and ill,
And makes us happy by our own free-will.
[By Mr. J. BANK S, 1682.]
Spoken to the KING and the QUEEN at their coming to the House.
HEN firft the ark was landed on the fhore,
And heaven had vow'd to curfe the ground
When tops of hills the longing patriarch saw,
And the new scene of earth began to draw;
The dove was fent to view the waves decrease,
And first brought back to man the pledge of peace.
"Tis needlefs to apply, when thofe appear,
Who bring the olive, and who plant it here.
We have before our eyes the royal dove,
Still innocent as harbinger of love :
The ark is open'd to dismiss the train,
And people with a better race the plain.
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