4 Oh! not with half that Warmth and Life, Well then, Things handfomly were ferv'd: How ftrong the Beer, how good the Meat, Yet fhall be pafs'd in Silence here: Or tir'd my Friend, to grace my Song. The Grace-Cup ferv'd, the Cloth away, That Ye thus hospitably live, And Strangers with good Chear receive, Is mighty grateful to your Betters, And makes ev'n Gods themfelves your Debtors. To give this Thefis plainer Proof, You have to Night beneath your Roof The The Things defir'd in half an Hour Shall all be here, and in your Pow'r. Thank Ye, great Gods, the Woman fays: A Ladle for our Silver Difh. A Ladle! cries the Man, a Ladle! With equal Grief and Shame my Mufe And ftuck in old CORISCA'S Bum. TH MORA L. i. HIS Commoner has Worth and Parts, His Head achs for a Coronet : And Who is Blefs'd that is not Great? r Some Senfe, and more Eftate, kind Heav'n To this well-lotted Peer has giv'n: What then? He must have Rule and Sway: The Mifer must make up his Plumb, Against our Peace We arm our Will: Written at PARIS, 1700. In the Beginning of ROBE'S GEOGRAPHY. OF All that WILLIAM Rules, or ROBE Describes, Great RHEA, of Thy Globe; When or on Poft-Horfe, or in Chaife, With much Expence, and little Eafe, My My deftin'd Miles I fhall have gone, By THAMES or MAESE, by Po or RHONE, And as Health fails, and Years increase, To throw Me in but Twenty Acres: Then, as Thou wilt, difpofe the rest (And let not FORTUNE spoil the Jest) To Thofe, who at the Market-Rate Can barter Honour for Eftate. Now if Thou grant'ft Me my Request, And, GODDESS, This kind Office done, Charge VENUS to command her Son, K k (Where-ever elfe She lets Him rove) To fhun my Houfe, and Field, and Grove: WH I. HATE'ER thy Countrymen have done In Thee is faithfully recited: And all the Living World, that view II. Yet for the Fame of all these Deeds, What Begger in the Invalides, With Lameness broke, with Blindnefs fmitten, Wish'd ever decently to die, To have been either MEZERAY, Or any Monarch He has written? III. It |