Times! O Manners! Cicero cry'd out, To burn the City, and to cut the Throat When Son and Father did the World divide, And Rome for Tyrants, not for Empire fought; When flaughter'd Citizens on either fide Cover'd that Earth,her early Valour bought. Of Times and Men,why doft thou now complain? What is it, Cofcus, that offends thee, fay? Our Laws the License of the Sword restrain ; And our Prince wills that his arm'd Troops obey : His Reign, Succefs, Freedom and Plenty crown, Blame not our Manners then, but mend thy Own, SONG SONG Ee! Hymen comes; How his Torch blazes! SE No Pleafures equal chafte Embraces, When we Love for Love return. When Fortune makes the Match he But when Love two Hearts engages, rages, Regard not then high Blood, nor Riches; Young Virgins, that yet bear your Paffions, Offer to Hymen your Devotions, He will warm you with Defire. Young Men, no more neglect your Duty, ON ON Don ALONZO, Who was cut in pieces for making Love to the Infanta of Portugal, Ow cruel was Alonzo's Fate, To fix his Love fo high, That he muft perifh by her Hate, Tortur'd, and mangl'd, cut and maim'd, And with his dying Breath proclaim'd, The gentle Nymph, long fince defign'd Tell me, ye Gods, if where a King True Love be fuch a fatal thing, SONG SONG PH Hillis, Men fay that all my Vows Alas, my Heart he little knows Were I, of all these Woods, the Lord, Than all my large Command. My humble Love has learnt to live, ON ON A COCK ΑΤ ROCHESTER: TH Hou curfed Cock, with thy perpetual Noise, May'ft thou be Capon made,and lofe thy Voice, Or on a Dunghil may'ft thou spend thy Blood, And Vermin prey upon thy craven Brood; May Rivals tread thy Hens before thy Face, Then with redoubled Courage give thee chase; May'st thou be punish'd for St. Peter's Crime, And on Shrove-tuesday, Perifh in thy Prime; May thy bruis'd Carcafs be fome Beggar's Feast, Thou firft and worst Disturber of Man's Reft. SONG. |