Trust not too much your now refistless Charms, Still makes new Conquefts, and maintains the past: Thus Voiture's early Care ftill fhone the fame, And Montanfier was only chang'd in Name. By this, ev'n now they live, ev'n now they charm, Their Wit still sparkling, and their Flames ftill warm, Now crown'd with Myrtle on th' Elyfian Coaft, The brighteft Eyes of France infpir'd his Mufe, And dead as living, 'tis our Author's Pride, Still to charm those who charm the World befrde. *Madamoiselle Paulet. THE THE Vanity of Ambition. HERON, amongft his Travels found He trac'd a ruin'd Monument. Mould, Mofs, and Shades had over-grown He guefs'd and spell'd out Sci-pi-o. · Enough, he cry'd, I'll drudge no more "In turning the dull Stoicks o'er: "And feed their Boys with Notes and Rules, With greater Eafe, the great Concern "Methinks a mould'ring Pyramid Learns us all the old Sages faid; "For me thefe fhatter'd Tombs contain "More Morals than the Vatican. "The Duft of Heroes caft abroad, " And kick'd and trampled in the Road; "That lately Wars and Crowns defign'd, "The tow'ring Height and frightful Falls, "Of fmoaking Kingdoms and their KINGS, "Tell me a thousand mournful Things "In mournful Silence, "Here his pale Trunk, and there his Head; "Great "Great Pompey! while I meditate 66 . 遇 With folemn Horror thy fad Fate, Thy Carcafs fcatter'd on the Shore Without a Name, inftruct me more "Than my whole Library before. Lie ftill my Plutarch then, and fleep, "And my good Seneca may keep Your Volumes clos'd for ever too, I have no further Ufe for you: For when I find my Vertue fail, "And my ambitious Thoughts prevail, "I'll take a Turn among the Tombs, "And fee whereto all Glory comes; "There the vile Foot of ev'ry Clown "Tramples a Charles or Naffau down; Who envys none that Chance doth raise, How deepest Wounds are giv'n by Praife, Nor Rules of State, but Rules of Good. Who hath his Life from Rumours freed, Who GOD doth late and early pray, And entertains the harmless Day This Man is freed from fervile Bands, |