THE RICH RIVAL. I. THEY fay you're angry, and rant mightily, Becaufe I love the fame as you ; Alas! you're very rich, 't is true; But, prithee, Fool! what's that to Love and me? 5 And know you 'ave more by that than you deserve. II. When next I see my fair one, she shall know And, Wretch! I'll strike thee dumb and dead, Whilft thy fole rhetorick shall be Jointure and jewels, and our friends agree. III. Pox o' your friends, that dote and domineer; Let's thofe in other things obey; The Fates, and stars, and gods, must govern here. Advise with any blood but with their own. IV. 'Tis that which bids me this bright maid adore; No other thought has had access; 20 Did she now beg I'd love no lefs, And were she an emprefs I should love no more; Ah! fimple Soul! what would become of thee? 24 AGAINST HOPE. I. HOPE, whofe weak being ruin'd is, Alike if it fucceed and if it mifs, Whom good or ill does equally confound, And both the horns of Fate's dilemma wound; Both at full noon and perfect night! The stars have not a poffibility Of bleffing thee: If things, then, from their end we happy call, 'Tis Hope is the most hopeless thing of all, II. Hope! thou bold tafter of delight, Who, whilst thou shouldst but taste, devour'ft it quite! Thou bring'ft us an estate, yet leav'ft us poor, By clogging it with legacies before! The joys which we entire fhould wed, Come deflow'red virgins to our bed. Good fortunes without gain imported be, Such mighty customs paid to thee: For joy, like wine, kept clofe does better taste; III. Hope! Fortune's cheating lottery! Where for one prize an hundred blanks there be; Volume 11. F 20 Thin empty cloud, which th' eye deceives When thy falfe beams o'er Reafon's light prevail, IV. Brother of Fear! more gaily clad; The merrier fool o' th' two, yet quite as mad; That blow'ft the chymick's and the lover's fire! 25 30 35 By the ftrange witchcraft of Anon! By thee the one does changing Nature thro' And th' other chafes woman, whilst the goes 39 More ways and turns than hunted Nature knows. FORHOPE. I. HOPE, of all ills that men endure, The only cheap and univerfal cure! Thou captive's freedom! and thou fick man's health! Thou lofer's vict'ry! and thou beggar's wealth! Thou manna, which from heav'n we eat, Το every tafte à fev'ral meat! a Thou ftrong retreat! thon fure entail'd estate, 5 Thou pleasant, honest Flatterer! for none " Hi. Hope! thou firft-fruits of happiness! Thou good prepar'tive, without which our joy Whilft thee, her earneft-money, we retain, Whether fhe her bargain break or elfe fulfil; Brother of Faith! 'twist whom and thee In thee or in poffeffion! Only the future is thine, the prefent his! Thou way, that may'ft difpute it with the end! 10 15 .20 Fruition more deceitful is Than thou can't be when thou dost mifs; Men leave thee by obtaining, and straight flee And that's a pleasant country, without doubt, LOVE'S INGRATITUDE. I.. I LITTLE thought, thou fond ingrateful fin ! When first I let thee in, And gave thee but a part In my unwary heart, That thou wouldst e'er have grown So falfe or ftrong to make it all thine own. At mine own.breast with care I feed thee ftill, And daintily I nourish'd thee With idle thoughts and poetry! What ill returns doft thou allow? I fed thee then, and thou dost starve me now. There was a time when thou waft cold and chill, Into my bofom did I take This frozen, and benumbed fnake, Not fearing from it any harm, But now it ftings that breast which made it warm. |