The Power of TIME.

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Written in the Year 1730.

F neither Brafs, nor Marble, can withstand

The mortal Force of Time's deftructive Hand:

If Mountains fink to Vales, if Cities die,

And lefs'ning Rivers mourn their Fountains dry:
When my old Caffock, faid a Welch Divine,
Is out at Elbows; why fhould I repine?

APOLLO:

OR,

A PROBLEM folved:

Written in the Year 1731.

APOLLO, God of Light and Wit,

Could Verfe infpire, but feldom writ:

Refin'd all Mettals with his Looks,

As well as Chymifts by their Books:

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As handfome as my Lady's Page;

Sweet Five and Twenty was his Age.
His Wig was made of funny Rays,

He crown'd his youthful Head with Bays:
Not all the Court of Heav'n could fhew
So nice and fo compleat a Beau.

No Heir, upon his firft Appearance,
With Twenty Thousand Pounds a Year Rents,
E'er drove, before he fold his Land,
So fine a Coach along the Strand;

The Spokes, we are by Ovid told,
Were Silver, and the Axel Gold.
(I own, 'twas but a Coach and Four,
For Jupiter allows no more)

YET, with his Beauty, Wealth, and Parts;

Enough to win ten Thousand Hearts;
No vulgar Deity above

Was fo unfortunate in Love.

THREE weighty Causes were affign'd, That mov'd the Nymphs to be unkind. Nine Mufes always waiting round him, He left them Virgins as he found 'em.

His

His Singing was another Fault;
For he could reach to B. in alt:

And, by the Sentiments of Pliny,
Such Singers are like Nicolini.
At laft, the Point was fully clear'd;
In fhort; Apollo had no Beard.

On burning a dull POEM.

A

Written in the Year 1729.

N Afs's Hoof alone can hold

That pois'nous Juice which kills by Cold. Methought, when I this Poem read,

No Veffel but an Afs's Head,

Such frigid Fuftian could contain;

I mean the Head without the Brain.
The cold Conceits, the chilling Thoughts,
Went down like stupifying Draughts:
I found my Head began to swim,
A Numbness crept through ev'ry Limb:
In Hafte, with Imprecations dire,
I threw the Volume in the Fire:

When,

When, who could think, tho' cold as Ice,
It burnt to Ashes in a Trice.

How could I more enhaunce it's Fame? Though born in Snow, it dy'd in Flame.

CASSINUS and PETER.

A

Tragical E LE GY.

Written in the Year 173 1.

WO College Sophs of Cambridge Growth,

Tw

Both special Wits, and Lovers both,
Conferring, as they us'd to meet,

On Love and Books, in Rapture sweet;
(Muse, find me Names to fit my Metre,
Caffinus this, and t'other Peter)
Friend Peter to Caffinus goes,

To chat a while, and warm his Nofe:
But, fuch a Sight was never feen,
The Lad lay fwallow'd up in Spleen;

VOL. II.

Z

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He feem'd as juft crept out of Bed;

One greafy Stocking round his Head,

The t'other he fat down to darn

With Threads of diff'rent colour'd Yarn.
His Breeches torn, expofing wide

A ragged Shirt, and tawny Hyde.

Scorch❜t were his Shins, his Legs were bare,
But, well embrown'd with Dirt and Ħair.
A Rug was o'er his Shoulders thrown;
A Rug; for Night-gown he had none.
His Jordan ftood in Manner fitting
Between his Legs, to spew or spit in.
His antient Pipe in Sable dy'd,
And half unfmoak't, lay by his Side.

HIM, thus accoutr'd, Peter found,
With Eyes in Smoak and Weeping drown'd:
The Leavings of his last Night's Pot
On Embers plac't, to drink it hot.

WHY Caffy, thou wilt doze thy Pate :
What makes thee lie a-bed so late?

The Finch, the Linnet, and the Thrush,
Their Mattias chant in ev'ry Bush :

And