Have taught Men to extract with Skill,
More precious Juice than from a Still.
ALTHOUGH I'm often out of Case,
I'm not asham'd to fhow my Face.
Though at the Tables of the Great,
I near the Side-board take my Seat;
Yet, the plain Squire, when Dinner's done,
Is never pleas'd till I make one:
He kindly bids me near him ftand;
And often takes me by the Hand.
I TWICE a Day a hunting go;
Nor ever fail to feize my Foe;
And, when I have him by the Pole,
I drag him upwards from his Hole.
Though fome are of fo' ftubborn Kind,
I'm forc'd to leave a Limb behind.
I HOURLY Wait fome fatal End;
For, I can break, but fcorn to bend,
ANOTHER.
The Gulph of all human Poffeffions,
Written in the Year 1724.
Ome hither and behold the Fruits,
Vain Man, of all thy vain Purfuits.
Take wife Advice, and look behind,
Bring all past Actions to thy Mind.
Here you may fee, as in a Glass,
How foon all human Pleasures pafs
How will it mortify thy Pride,
To turn the true impartial Side!
How will your Eyes contain their Tears,
When all the fad Reverse appears!
THIS Cave within its Womb confines
The laft Refult of all Defigns;
Here lye depofited the Spoils
Of bufy Mortals endless Toils;
Here, with an eafy Search we find
The foul Corruptions of Mankind.
The wretched Purchase here behold
Of Traytors who their Country fold.
THIS Gulph insatiable imbibes
The Lawyer's Fees, the Statesman's Bribes.
Here, in their proper Shape and Mein,
Fraud, Perjury, and Guilt are feen.
NECESSITY, the Tyrant's Law,
All human Race muft hither draw:
All prompted by the fame Defire,
The vig'rous Youth, and aged Sire:
Behold, the Coward, and the Brave,
The haughty Prince, the humble Slave,
Phyfician, Lawyer, and Divine,
All make Oblations at this Shrine.
Some enter boldly, fome by Stealth,
And leave behind their fruitless Wealth,
For, while the bashful Sylvan Maid,
As half afham'd, and half afraid,
Approaching, finds it hard to part
With that which dwelt fo near her Heart
The courtly Dame, unmov'd by Fear,
Profufely pours her Offerings here,
A TREASURE here of Learning lurks,
Huge Heaps of never-dying Works;
Labours of many an ancient Sage,
And Millions of the prefent Age.
IN at this Gulph all Off'rings pass,
And lye an undistinguish'd Mass.
Deucalion, to restore Mankind
Was bid to throw the Stones behind;
So, those who here their Gifts convey,
Are forc't to look another Way;
For, few, a chosen few, must know,
The Myfteries that lye below.
SAD Charnel-house! a difmal Dome,"
For which all Mortals leave their Home;
The Young, the Beautiful, and Brave,
Here bury'd in one common Grave;
Where each Supply of Dead, renews
Unwholfome Damps, offenfive Dews:
And lo! the Writing on the Walls
Points out where each new Victim falls
The Food of Worms, and Beafts obfcene,
Who round the Vault luxuriant reign.
SEE where those mangled Corpfes lye;
Condemn'd by Female Hands to dye;
A comely Dame once clad in white,
Lyes there confign'd to endlefs Night ;
By cruel Hands her Blood was spilt,
And yet her Wealth was all her Guilt,
AND here fix Virgins in a Tomb,
All beauteous Offspring of one Womb
Oft in the Train of Venus feen,
As fair and lovely as their Queen:
In Royal Garments each was dreft,
Each with a Gold and Purple Veft;
I faw them of their Garments ftript,
Their Throats were cut, their Bellies ript,
Twice were they bury'd, twice were born,
Twice from their Sepulchres were torn;
But, now difmember'd here are caft,
And find a refting Place at laft.
HERE, oft the Curious Trav'lls finds
The Combat of oppofing Winds?
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