XIII

Dut Death in all her forms appears
From ev'ry thing he sees and hears,
For whom he leads and whom he bears*.

XIV.

Love, making all things else his foes,
Like a fierce torrent overflows
Whatever doth his course oppose.

XV.

This was the cause, the poets sung,
Thy mother from the sea was sprung;
But they were mad to make thee young,
XVI.

Her father, not her son, art thou:

From our desires our actions grow;

And from the cause th' effect must flow.

XVII.

Love is as old as place or time;
'Twas he the fatal tree did climb,

Grandsire of father Adam's crime.

XVIII.

Well may'st thou keep this world in awe; Religion, wisdom, honour, law,

The tyrant in his triumph draw.

XIX.

'Tis he commands the powers above; Phoebus resigns his darts, and Jove His thunder to the god of Love.

*His father and son,

XX.

To him doth his feign'd mother yield;
Nor Mars (her champion) his flaming shield
Guards him, when Cupid takes the field.

XXI.

He clips Hope's wings, whose airy bliss
Much higher than fruitión is,

But less than nothing if it miss.

XXII.

When matches Love alone projects,
The cause transcending the effects,
That wildfire's quench'd in cold neglects:

Whilst those conjunctions prove the best
Where Love's of blindness dispossest
By perspectives of interest.

XXIV.

Tho' Sol'mon with a thousand wives

To get a wise successor strives,

But one (and he a fool) survives.

XXV.

Old Rome of children took no care;

They with their friends their beds did share, Secure t' adopt a hopeful heir.

XXVI.

Love drowsy days and stormy nights

Makes, and breaks friendship, whose delights

Feed, but not glut, our appetites.

XXVII.

Well-chosen friendship, the most noble
Of virtues, all our joys makes double,
And into halves divides our trouble.
XXVIII.

But when th' unlucky knot we tie,
Care, av'rice, fear, and jealousy,
Make friendship languish till it die.

XXIX.

The wolf, the lion, and the bear,
When they their prey in pieces tear,
To quarrel with themselves forbear:

XXX.

Yet tim❜rous deer and harmless sheep When love into their veins doth creep, That law of Nature cease to keep.

XXXI.

Who then can blame the am'rous boy
Who, the fair Helen to enjoy,
To quench his own set fire on Troy?
XXXII.

Such is the world's prepost'rous fate,
Amongst all creatures mortal hate

Love (tho' immortal) doth create.

XXXIII.

But Love

may

beasts excuse,

for they

Their actions not by reason sway,
But their brute appetites obey.

F

XXXIV.

But man 's that savage beast, whose mind,
From reason to self-love declin'd,
Delights to prey upon his kind.

A SPEECH AGAINST PEACE

AT THE

CLOSE COMMITTEE.

To the tune of," I went from England.”
BUT will you now to peace incline,
And languish in the main design,
And leave us in the lurch?

I would not monarchy destroy,
But as the only way t' enjoy
The ruin of the church.

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Is not the Bishop's bill deny'd,
And we still threaten'd to be try'd;
You see the King embraces
Those counsels he approv'd before;
Nor doth he promise, which is more,
That we shall have their places.

Did I for this bring in the Scot?
(For 'tis no secret now) the plot
Was Saye's and mine together.
Did I for this return again,

And spend a winter there in vain,
Once more t' invite them hither?

Tho' more our money than our cause
Their brotherly assistance draws,
My labour was not lost.

At my return I brought you thence
Necessity, their strong pretence,
And these shall quit the cost.

Did I for this my country bring
To help their knight against their king,
And raise the first sedition?
Tho' I the bus'ness did decline,
Yet I contriv'd the whole design,
And sent them their petition.

So many nights spent in the City
In that invisible Committee,

The wheel that governs all:

From thence the change in church and state,

And all the mischief bears the date

From Haberdashers' Hall.

Did we force Ireland to despair,
Upon the King to cast the war,
To make the world abhor him,
Because the rebels us'd his name?
Tho' we ourselves can do the same,
While both alike were for him.

Then the same fire we kindled here
With what was given to quench it there,
And wisely lost that nation: