XIII Dut Death in all her forms appears XIV. Love, making all things else his foes, XV. This was the cause, the poets sung, 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; 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; XXI. He clips Hope's wings, whose airy bliss But less than nothing if it miss. XXII. When matches Love alone projects, Whilst those conjunctions prove the best 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 But when th' unlucky knot we tie, XXIX. The wolf, the lion, and the bear, 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 Such is the world's prepost'rous fate, Love (tho' immortal) doth create. XXXIII. But Love may beasts excuse, for they Their actions not by reason sway, F XXXIV. But man 's that savage beast, whose mind, A SPEECH AGAINST PEACE AT THE CLOSE COMMITTEE. To the tune of," I went from England.” I would not monarchy destroy, 1 Is not the Bishop's bill deny'd, Did I for this bring in the Scot? And spend a winter there in vain, Tho' more our money than our cause At my return I brought you thence Did I for this my country bring So many nights spent in the City 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, Then the same fire we kindled here |