When round in Throngs the lift'ning People come,
T'admire what fprung in Greece fo flow at Home.
Rais'd to this Height, your leisure Hours engage
In fomething juft, and worthy of the Stage;
Your Choice of Words from Cicero derive,
And in your Poems you defign fhould live;
The Joys of Feafts, and Terrors of a War,
More pleafing thofe,and thefe more frightful are,
When told by you, than in their acting were.
And thus, enrich'd with fuch a golden Store,
You're truly fit to be an Orator.

Tryphana's Speech for Peace, on Board the Ship of Lycas, beginning, Quis furor exclamat, Pacem convertit, &c.

7 Hat Fury did thefe fudden Broils engage?

What

How have thefe guiltlefs Hands de-
(ferv'd the Rage?

No Paris a foll'n Dame to Troy conveys,
No Witch Medea here her Brother flays:
Fut flighted Love muft needs refenting be;
And 'midft the Waves, who is the raging he,

Now

Now robb'd of Arms, that can attempt my Fate?
By whom is fimple Death fo little thought?
Let not your murd'rous Rage out-ftorm the Seas,
And Dangers of the angry Waves increase.

On the Mifery of Mankind, beginning, Heu, Heu, nos Miferos, &c.

Uhappy Mortals, on how fine a Thread

OurLives depend! How like this PuppetMan

Shall we, alas, be all, when we are dead!
Therefore let's live merrily while we can.

In Defence of Satyr, beginning, Quid me conftricta fpectatis fronte, &c.

HY do the ftrict liv'd Cato's of the Age

WHY

At my familiar Lines so gravely rage? In Measures loosely plain blunt Satyr flows, Which all the People fo fincerely fhows.

For who's a Stranger to the Joys of Love?

Who can't the Thoughts of fuch foft Pleasures move? Such Epicurus own'd the chiefeft Bliss,

And fuch Lives the Gods themselves poffefs.

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An Epigram on Tantalus, beginning, Nec bibit inter aquas, &c.

Nhappy Tantalus, amidst the Flood,

UN

Where floating Apples on the Surface ftood,

Ever purfu'd them with a longing Eye,

Yet could not Thirft nor Hunger fatisfy.

Such is the Mifer's Fate,who curs'd with Wealth, In midft of endless Treafures ftarves himself.

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On the Plurality of Gods, beginning, Primus in Orbe Deos fecit timor, &c.

F

By Capt. Ayloffe.

Rom flavish Fear the dreadful Gods arofe,

Who ftill on tim'rous Fools ftrange Laws

(impofe. When from the burning Sky fierce Thunder came, And Walls are tumbled down with the impetu(ous Flame; And lofty Athos fhook with blafting Fires,

Fill'd mortal Breafts with pannick Dread and (fond Defires; Then Phoebus mounting up the Eaftern Skies, From proftrate Man receiv'd his Sacrifice.

Then

Then to the wainingMoon ftrangeRites were paid,
And to the growing Honours on her Head.
Hence fprung the Mob of Idols, Brafs and Stone,
And humbler Wood,th' imagin'd Gods t'atone,
And the divided Year,by changing Months,was
(known.
This Crew the Projects of degen'rate Vice
Supported, and promoted ftill by Lies.
Vain Error firft the Husband-man compell'd
To give the Autumn Honours of the Field
To yellow Ceres; Bacchus, hence divine,
Had his Head crown'd with the full cluster'd Vine
Milled by Error's powerful Command,

Pales grew glad from the dull Shepherd's Hand.
Blue Neptune roul'd thro' all the rolling Waves,
And Pallas challeng'd all the gloomy Caves.
The perjur'd Wretch, a Traytor, now combine
To purge their Guilt by forming Gods divine;
And ev'ry one, with Avarice and Lies,
Contend to multiply the Brood of fpurious Deities.

Upon the Vanity of our Tafte, beginning, Nolo quod Cupio, &c.

W

Hat's foon obtain'd,we naufeoufly receive,

All hate the Victory that's got with Leave: We fcorn whate'er from our own Ifle proceeds, And follow Fops our neighb'ring Climate breeds. The Mullets which Sicilian Nets betray,

Exceed not those which in the Tyber play.
But thefe are cheaply taken, thofe come far,
With Difficulty got, and coft us dear.

Thus the kind She abroad we admire above
Th' infipid Lump, at Home, of lawful Love;
Yet once enjoy'd, we ftrait anew defire,
And abfent Pleasures only do admire.

特祥

Hymn to Priapus, beginning, Nympharum Bacchique comes, &c.

Acchus and Nymphs Delight,O mighty God!
WhomCynthia gave to rule the bloomingWood.

Lesbos and verdant Thafos thee adore,
And Lydians in loofe flowing Dress implore,
And raife devoted Temples to thy Pow'r.

Thou