Nature, whate'er fhe wants, requires ; Death fhe abhors; yet when men die, Forbidden wares fell twice as dear; A most abominable rate did bear. 'Tis plain our eyes and ears are nice, Thus reafon's fhadows us betray, SARPEDON's Speech to GLAUCUS, in the Twelfth Book of Homer. THUS to Glaucus fpake Divine Sarpedon, fince he did not find Others, as great in place, as great in mind. Above the reft why is our pomp, our power, Our flock, our herds, and our poffeffions more? Why Why all the tributes land and fea affords Heap'd in great chargers, load our sumptuous boards ? Of the rich grape, whilst musick charms their ears. But that, as well in danger as degree, We stand the firft; that when our Licians fee Or if death fought not them who feek not death, But fince with fortune nature doth conspire, MARTIAL MARTIA L. EPIGRAM. PRYTHEE die and set me free, Or elfe be Kind and brisk, and gay like me ; I pretend not to the wife ones, 'Tis not cheeks, nor lips, nor eyes, That I prize, Quick conceits, or sharp replies, If wife thou wilt appear and knowing, Repartie, Repartie, To what I'm doing. Pr'ythee why the room fo dark? Not a fpark Left to light me to the mark; As well as handle. Why fo many bolts and locks, Coats and fmocks, And thofe drawers with a pox? I could with, could nature make it, Nakednefs, nakedness Itfelf were naked. But if a miftrefs I must have, Wife and grave, Let her fo herself behave All the day long Susan civil, Pap by night, pap by night, FRIENDSHIP and SINGLE LIFE, L AGAINST LOVE and MARRIAGE. OVE! in what poifon is thy dart Dipt, when it makes a bleeding heart? It is not thou, but we are blind, Love to our citadel resorts, What fubtle witchcraft man constrains, To change his pleasure into pains, May not a prison, or a grave, Like wedlock, honour's title have? How How happy he that loves not, lives! How unconcern'd in things to come! Secure from low and private ends, Danger and honour are his joy ; Then he lays-by the public care, Nor fire, nor foe, nor fate, nor night, Though ftill his foes in number grew, But death in all her forms appears, For whom he leads, and whom he bears. *His father and fon. E 2 Love, |