For me, whom wandring Fortune threw
From what I lov'd, the Town and You;
Let me just tell You how my Time is
Past in a Country-Life.-Imprimis,
As foon as PHOEBUS' Rays infpect us,
First, Sir, I read, and then I Breakfast ;
So on, 'till forefaid God does fet,
I fometimes Study, fometimes Eat.
Thus, of your Heroes and brave Boys,
With whom old HOMER makes fuch Noise,
The greatest Actions I can find,

Are, that they did their Work, and Din'd.

The Books of which I'm chiefly fond,
Are fuch, as You have whilom con'd ;
That treat of CHINA'S Civil Law,
And Subjects Rights in GOLCONDA ;
Of Highway-Elephants at CBYLAN,

:

That rob in Clans, like Men o' th' HIGHLAND;
Of Apes that ftorm, or keep a Town,

As well almost, as Count LA UZUN;
Of Unicorns and Alligators,

Elks, Mermaids, Mummies, Witches, Satyrs,

And twenty other stranger Matters;

Which, tho' they're Things I've no Concern in,
Make all our Grooms admire my Learning.

Criticks I read on other Men, And Hypers upon Them again ;

F

From

From whose Remarks I give Opinion
On twenty Books, yet ne'er look in One.

Then all your Wits, that flear and fham,
Down from DON QUIXOTE to TOM TRAM;
From whom I Jefts and Punns purloin,
And flily put 'em off for Mine:

Fond to be thought a Country Wit:

The reft,when Fate and You think fit.

Sometimes I climb my Mare, and kick her
To bottl'd Ale, and neighbouring Vicar;
Sometimes at STAMFORD take a Quart,
'Squire SHEPHARD'S Health,- With all my Heart.

Thus, without much Delight, or Grief,
I fool away an idle Life;

'Till SHADWELL from the Town retires,
(Choak'd up with Fame and Sea-coal Fires,)
To bless the Wood with peaceful Lyric;
Then hey for Praise and Panegyric;

Justice restor'd, and Nations freed,

And Wreaths round WILLIAM's glorious Head.

TO THE

COUNTESS of DORSE T

Written in her MILTON.

By Mr. BRADBURY.

EE here how bright the first-born Virgin fhone,

SEE

And how the first fond Lover was undone.

Such charming Words our beauteous Mother spoke,
AS MILTON wrote, and fuch as Yours Her Look.
Yours, the best Copy of th' Original Face,
Whose Beauty was to furnish all the Race:

Such Chains no Author cou'd escape but He;
There's no way to be fafe, but not to See.

LADY

TO THE

DURSLEY,

On the fame Subject.

HERE reading how fond ADAM was betray'd,

And how by Sin Eve's blafted Charms decay'd;

Our common Lofs unjustly You complain;
So fmall that Part of it, which You fuftain.

You ftill, fair Mother, in your Offspring trace The Stock of Beauty deftin'd for the Race:

Kind

Kind Nature, forming Them, the Pattern took
From Heav'n's firft Work, and EVE's Original Look.

You, happy Saint, the Serpent's Pow'r controul:
Scarce any actual Guilt defiles your Soul:

And Hell does o'er that Mind vain Triumph boast,
Which gains a Heav'n, for earthly EDEN loft.

With Virtue ftrong as Yours had E VE been arm'd, In vain the Fruit had blufh'd, or Serpent charm'd: Nor had our Blifs by Penitence been bought; Nor had frail ADAM fall'n, nor MILTON wrote.

то

My LORD BUCKHURST,

Very Young,

Playing with a CAT.

HE am'rous Youth, whose tender Breast

TH

Was by his darling Cat poffeft,

Obtain'd of VENUS his Defire,
Howe'er irregular his Fire:

Nature the Pow'r of Love obey'd:
The Cat became a blushing Maid ;
And, on the happy Change, the Boy
Imploy'd his Wonder, and his Joy,

Take

Take care, O beauteous Child, take care,
Left Thou prefer fo rafh a Pray'r:

Nor vainly hope, the Queen of Love
Will e'er thy Fav'rite's Charms improve.
O quickly from her Shrine retreat;
Or tremble for thy Darling's Fate.

The Queen of Love, who foon will fee
Her Own A DONIS live in Thee,

Will lightly her firft Lofs deplore;
Will easily forgive the Boar:

Her Eyes with Tears no more will flow;
With jealous Rage her Breaft will glow:
And on her tabby Rival's Face.
She deep will mark her new Difgrace.

An O D E.

I.

WHILE from our Looks, fair Nymph, You guess

The fecret Paffions of our Mind;

My heavy Eyes, You say, confefs

A Heart to Love and Grief inclin'd.

II.

There needs, alas! but little Art,

To have this fatal Secret found:

With the fame Eafe You threw the Dart,
Tis certain You may show the Wound.