Yet always withing to retreat : And there, in fweet Oblivion, drown Those Cares that haunt a Court and Town. 108. O Rus, quando ego te afpiciam, quandoque licebit, Nunc veterum libris, nunc fomno, & inertibus horis, Ducere follicita jucunda oblivia vita? 110 AN ELEGY On the fuppofed Death of PARTRIGE the Almanack-maker. WEL Written in the YEAR 1708. ELL; 'tis as Bickerstaff has guest, Partrige is dead; nay more, he died E'er he could prove the good 'Squire ly'd. Strange, Strange, an Aftrologer should die, SOME Wits have wonder'd what Analogy A LIST the Goblers Temples ties, To keep the Hair out of their Eyes; From whence 'tis plain, the Diadem ' That Princes wear, derives from them: I 2 Partrige was a Cobler. And And therefore Crowns are now a-days BESIDES; that flow-pac'd Sign Bootes, THE borned Moon, which heretofore And whence we claim our Shooing-Horns; A near Refemblance to the Spheres. A SCRAP of Parchment hung by Geometry, (A great Refinement in Barometry) Can like the Stars foretel the Weather; And what is Parchment elfe but Leather? Which an Aftrologer might ufe, Either for Almanacks or Shoes. † See bis Almanack. THUS THUS Partrige, by his Wit and Parts, So learned Partrige could as well BESIDES, he could confound the Spheres, And fet the Planets by the Ears: To fhew his Skill, he Mars could join To Venus in Afpect Mali'n; Then call in Mercury for Aid, And cure the Wounds that Venus made. GREAT Scholars have in Lucian read, And each Part took a different Side: Beneath, and mended Shoes in Hell THUS THUS Partrige ftill fhines in each Art, The Cobbling and Star-gazing Part; And is inftall'd as good a Star As any of the Cafars are. TRIUMPHANT Star! fome Pity fhew Whom roguish Boys in ftormy Nights THOU, high-exalted in thy Sphere, Her braided Hair to make thee Ends. For |