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On a happy Life's confifting in Vertue.

A Fragment, beginning, Non eft falleris,) c. By Mr. Tho. Brown.

YOU're mightily deceiv'd, I swear,

You

And mightily, my Friend, you err';
Wretched's the State in which you guess
Confifts our Life's chief Happiness.
'Tis not your Fingers to behold,
Loaded with Rubies fet in Gold;
Nor, like a Royal Mifs, to wear
A Nation's Value in your Ear,
Nor all the Trifles to receive,
That the Exchange or Mint can give;

With all the fhining Toys and Coft
The Strand or Lombard-freet can boast.

Nor is't, like Popes, our felves to please,

With holy Luxury and Eafe;
Nor yet on purple Beds to fleep,
Whilft Centinels your Palace keep;
Nor yet in imighty Pomp to feaft,
Or finell the Odours of the Eaft.

Nor is❜t to have our glitt'ring Board
Uncommon Rarities afford

Tall Pyramids of Fowl and Fifh,
For which e'en Epicures might wish 3

And whatfoe'er the costlieft Feaft

Can boaft of, when by Locket drest.
Nor to poffefs the Spicy Store,
Which our Eaft-India Fleet brings o'er.
But 'tis to have a Confcience

Guarded with spotlefs Innocence

And, with a Courage, to advance

'Gainft all the Shocks of Time and Chance;

And not, as Monmouth did, to go

Amongst the fcoundrel Mob, and bow

On both Sides popularly low;

Nor yet to be with Fears poffeft,

Tho' naked Swords infult your

Breaft

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The happy Man, that thus can be
From all these anxious Sorrows free,
May giddy Fortune make his Sport,
And finile at both the Camp and Court.
A Mind fo fteddy, unconcern'd, and brave,
May force th' imperious Jilt to be his Slave.

A FRAGMENT.

Upon the Levity of Woman.

Beginning, Crede Ratem Ventis, &c.

Ommit your Ship to Sea and Wind,

But not your Thoughts to Womankind.

The veering Wind, and faithlefs Sea,
Have much more Faith, than any She.
All Maids are treach'rous in their Love;
And if, by chance, one conftant prove,
I know not how fhe e'er fhould be
Made conftant by Inconftancy.

EPIGRA M.

Mpubis nupfi valido, nunc firmior annis

Exfucco & tremulo fum fociata viro.

Ille fatigavit teneram, hic ætate valentem
Intactam tota nocte jacere Sinet.

Dum nollem licuit, nunc dum volo non licet uti,
O Hymen aut annos, aut mihi redde virum.

Tranflated thus. By Mr. Tho. Brown,

Oming a tender Girl from School,

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Marrying, I met a thund'ring Tool;

But fit for Love's Embraces grown,

I've got a Man that's next to none.

The firft with Youth's too vig'rouswarmth inspir'd
With Love's untafted Joys, my Weakness tir'd.
My fecond grunting Spark,cold to Love's Charms,
He fills my Bed, 'tis true, but not my Arms.
When I'd no Appetite, Love cloy'd me;

Now I've a Mind to't, 'tis deny'd me.
Oh! Hymen, Hymen, for my Quiet,
Contract my Stomach, or enlarge my Diet.

On

On the Power of GOLD.

By Mr. Burnaby.

Beginning, Quifquis habet nummos, &c.

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Hoe'er has Money, may fecurely fail;

On all thingswithall mighty goldprevail; May Danae wed, or rival am'rous fove, And make her Father pandar to his Love; May be a Poet, Preacher, Lawyer too; And bawling win the Cause he does not know. And up to Cato's Fame for Wisdom grow. Wealth without Law will gain at Bar Renown, Howe'er the Cafe appears, the Cause is won, Ev'ry rich Lawyer is a Littleton.

In fhort, of all you wish, you are poffeft,

All Things prevent the wealthy Man's Request, For fove himself's the Treasure of his Cheft.

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