To an Old Man upon his addresses to a Young Lady.
Hat means thy Courtship to a Blooming Dame?
In Youth 'tis Glory, but in Age 'tis Shame.
Ceafe this prepofterous Impudence of Love,
Thy Am'rous Fires are proudly lodg'd Above;
Defire can no where, but in Fancy, reign,
And all thy Paffion's but a Heat of Brain.
Think not, because a Garland graceful fhows
Where the faint Lilly mingles with the Rofe,
That thy Grey Hairs can fuit her glowing
Charms,
And Sprightly Beauty will become thy Arms.
Had fome kind Phillis rais'd this jeft of Flame,
I'd wish the Marry'd to compleat thy Fame,
But rigid Virtue fo fecures this Fair,
That all unlifenc'd Lovers must despair.
If she be to thy empty Bed betray'd,
And to the Daughter Sacrifice the Maid,
She'll gain 'tis true an Equipage of Woes,
But opening Paradife to thee disclose,
Where, if th' inticing Fiend no entrance
find,
Thank not Thy Weapon, but Her Guardian
Mind.
A Prologue intended to be fpoke at the Performance of Camilla this Winter.
Ind Heav'n at length, indulgent to our Pray❜r, Reftores the Winter, and recalls the Fair, Each fmiling Scene of Rural Glory flies, And Sunshine's unexpected, but from ---Eyes; No Bloom, fave Beauty's, now unfading lafts, The Tree of Jove its fhady Honours cafts, But Daphne's God Preferves her Verdant Boughs,
To make immortal Wreaths for Churchil's Brows;
Well was the Maid transform'd for fuch a
And Phabus Tryumphs in Her Kinder Hate,
Winter! thou Foe to all things but the Stage!
Pleas'd we confefs a Sweetness in thy Rage,
Thou doft thy mifchiefs for our good extend,
And tho' a Tyrant, art to us a Friend;
Our mildest Fates depend on roughest Skies,
'Tis from Inclemencies of Air we rife;
'Twas thus Æneas arofe to Am'rous Joy,
Diffolv'd in Raptures, and forgat his Troy,
We dare not hence prefage fuch vaft delight,
But humbly crown our Wishes in your fight.
Vouchsafe that Blifs, your Lov'd Camilla prays,
And fure there's Magick in her melting lays,
She courts your prefence with a kindred
Beauty it felf's a Mufick of the Face ;
Lovers by Thousands Kindle at the Charms,
And blefs the Power that so divinely warms;
It speaks in features with the force of Darts,
With Eyes they Liften, and Applaud with
Hearts.
By Mr. Sam. Buttler, Author of Hudibras.
Hat Saints may claim a Difpenfation
To Swear and Forfwear on occafion,
I doubt not but it will appear
With pregnant light, the point is clear:
Oaths are but words, and words but wind,
Too feeble Implements to bind.
And Saints whom Oaths or Vows oblige,
Know little of their Priviledge :
Further, I mean, than carrying on
Some felf-advantage of their own:
For if the Devil, to ferve his turn,
Can tell Truth, why the Saints should scorn
When it ferves theirs, to Swear and Lye,
I think there's little Reason why:
Elfe h'has a greater Pow'r than they,
Which 'twere Impiety to fay.
W'are not commanded to forbear
Indefinitely, at all to Swear,
But to Swear idly and in vain,
Without Self-intereft or Gain.
For breaking of an Oath, and Lying,
Is but a kind of Self-denying;
A Saint-like vertue, and from hence
Some have broke Oaths by Providence:
Some, to the Glory of the Lord
Perjur'd themselves and broke their word;
And this the constant rule and practice
Of all our late Apostles Acts is.
Was not the cause at first begun
With Perjury and carried on?
Was there an Oath the Godly took,
But in due time and place they broke?
Did not our Worthies of the House,
Before they broke the Peace, break Vows?
For having freed us firft from both
Th' Allegiance and Supremacy Oath,
Did they not next compel the Nation
To take and break the Proteftation?
To take th' Engagement and difclaim it,
Enforc'd by thofe who first did frame it?
Did they not Swear at firft to Fight
For the King's Safety and his Right?
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