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But overcharg’d, and out of wind, Though strong in limbs, he lagg’d behind.
Desire had now the goal in sight: It was a tow'r of monstrous height; Where on the summit Fortune stands, A crown and sceptre in her hands; Beneath a chasm as deep as hell, Where many a bold advent'rer fell. Defire, in rapture gaz'da while, And saw the treach'rous goddess smile; But, as he climbid to grasp the crown, She knock'd him with the sceptre down. He tu mbled in the gulph profound; There doom'd to whirl an endless round.
Poffeffion's load was grown so great, He funk beneath the cumb'rous weight: And as he now expiring lay, Flocks ev'ry ominous bird of prey; The raven, vulture, owl, and kite, At once upon his carcase light, And strip his hide, and pick his bones, Regardless of his dying groans.
On On CE N S U R E.
Written in the Year 1727.
E wise, instruct me to endure
An evil, which admits no cure: Or, how this evil can be born, Which breeds at once both hate and scorn. Bare innocence is no support, When you are try'd in scandal's court. Stand high in honour, wealth, or wit: All others who inferior fit, Conceive themselves in conscience bound To join and drag you to the ground. Your altitude offends the eyes Of those who want the pow'r to rise. The world, a willing stander-by, Inclines to aid a specious lye : Alas! they would not do you wrong, But all appearances are strong.
Yet whence proceeds this weight we lay On what detracting people say; For let mankind discharge their tongues In venom, till they burst their lungs, Their utmost malice cannot make Your head, or tooth, or finger ake:
The most effectual way to baulk Their malice, isto let them talk.
The Furniture of a Woman's MIN D.
Written in the Year 1727.
A Set of phrafes learnt by rote:
A passion for a scarlet-coat; When at a play to laugh, or cry, Yet cannot tell the reason why; Never to hold her tongue a minute, While all the prates has nothing in it; Whole hours can with a coxcomb fit, And take his nonsense all for wit; Her learning mounts to read a song, But half the words pronouncing wrong; Hath every repartee in store, She spoke ten thousand times before;
Can ready compliments supply
In chusing lace a critick nice,
If chance a mouse creeps in her sight,
By frequent practice learns the trick
In party, furious to her pow'r;
herself a tory plain,
O yes! * if any man can find
commission To add them in the next edition ; They may out-sell a better thing: So, holla, boys; God save the king, * Ogos: a corruption of byez, hear ye, a word used by + A printer.