Why would'st thou then make ev'ry Bliss thy own, But in your fwift Obedience fhew her LovE.. She faid. And gliding from her Prefence went, And fad AUGUSTA ftrove, but could not be content. LL ye Beaux, Virtuofo's, rich Heirs, and Away, and in Troops to the JUBILEE jog; Leave Difcord and Death to the College Physicians, Already ROME opens her Arms to receive ye, II. IA Indulgences, Pardons, and fuch Holy Lumber, III. They'll fhew you the Place fo much fung by the Poets, And the Rock from whence Martyrs were knock'd on the Head; They'll fhew you the Place too, nay, and fome will avow it, Where once a She-Pope was brought fairly to Bed, IV. What a Sight 'tis to fee the Gay Idol accoutred, With Mitre, and Cope, and two KEYS by his Side? Be his Inside what it will, yet the form of his Outward Shews Servus Servorum, no Hater of Pride; These KEYS into Heav'n will as furely admit ye, V. What a Sight 'tis to fee the Old Man in Proceffion, As Confeffors, Cardinals, Monks fat as Bacon, VI. And when at New Babylon fome Time you have been, And in Punks, and in Pardons, all your Rhino have spent, And when you have feen what is to be feen, You'll return not fo Rich, tho' as wife as you went ; And 'twill be but fmall Comfort, after all your Expence, That your Heirs will do the fame just an Hundred Years hence. SONG. SONG. OME hither CO Dull Souls that do nothing but Think, No longer on Trifles debate, Grow wife and find all Things in DRINK. The Man that fets up for Free-thinking, May miss of his Aim like an Ass ; But he that delights in Deep-drinking, I 91 In Praise of a Country LIFE. By a LADY. How OW very happy is the Country Swain, and the Pride of Court, Blefs'd in his little Flocks and fruitful Grain, With Joy beholds his Kids and Heifers fport: The heavy Ears of Corn he bending fees, The chuter'd Stalks of Beans and well hung Pease, |