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got, replied, He cannot take more Pleasure in Spending, than I did in Getting it. These Men could see the Faults of each other, but not their own those , they flung into the Bag behind; Non videmus id mantica quod in tergo eft. I may be perkäps censured for my free Opinions, by those carping Momus's, whom Authors worship as the Indians do the Devil, for Fear. They will endeavour to give my. Reputation as many Wounds as the Man in the Almanack; i but I value it noty, and perhaps like Flies, they 'may buz fo often about the Candle, till they burn their Wings. They must pardon me, if I venture to gite them this Advice, not to rail at what they cannot understand; it does but discover that felf-tormenting Passion of Envy, than which the greatest Tyrant never invented a more cruel Torment. Invidia Siculi non inuenere Tyranni

Tormentum majus Juven.

I must be so bold, to tell my Criticks and Witlings, that they are no more Judges of this, than a Man that is born Blind can have any true Idea of Colours. I have always observed that your empty Veffels found loudest, I value their Lalhes as little, as the Sea did when Xerxes whip'd it. The utmost favour a Man can expect from them is, that which Polyphemus promised Ulyffes, that he would Devour him the Laft: They think to subdue a Writer, as Cafar did his Enemy, with a Veni, vidi, oici

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zbout a Vacuuin, may be determind in the Affirmative, that it is to be found in a Critick's Head. They are at belt but the Drones of the Learned Worla, who devour the Honey, and will not work themselves; and a Writer need no more regard them than the Moon does the Barking 1 of a little senllels Cur, For, in spight of their terrible Roaring, you may with half an Eye discover the 4s under the Lyon's Skin.

Burto retarn to our Discourse, Demofbenes being alk'd what was the First part of an Orator, replied, A&tion, what was the Second, Aation, what was the Third, 18tions and fo on ed infistitute. This may be true in Oratory, but Contemple. tion in other Things exceeds action. And there fore a Wise Man is never lefs alone than when he is alone :

Nunqnam nimis polus, quam 'tum fatws. AND Artbimédes, the famous Mathematician, was lo intent upon his Problems, that he flever minded the soldier who came to kill him. Therefore not to dettact from the juft Praire which belongs to Orators, they ought to consider that Nature, which gave us two Eyes to See, and two Ears to Hear, has given us Blat ope Tongue to Speak, wherein however some da so abound, that the Virtuoli, who have been fa? long in search for the Perpetual Motions may infallibly, find it there.

SOME Men admire Re-publicks, because Orato ors flourish there most, and are the great Ene; mies of Tyranny ; But my Opinion is, that One Tyrant is better than a Hundreds Belidesis these Oratørs enflame the People, whose Anger is realy but a fhort fit of Madness.


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Ira furor brevis ef- Horat. AFTER which, Laws are like Cobwebs, which may catch sınall Flies, but let Wasps and Hor. nets break through. But in Oratory, the great• eft Art is to hide Art.

Artis eft celare Artem. -But this must be the work of Time, we must lay hold on all Opportunities, and let flip no Occasion, elle we shall be forced to weave Penelope's Web, unravel in the Night what we did in the Day. And therefore I have observed that Time is Painted with a Lock before, and Bald behind, fignifying thereby that we must take Time (as we say) by the Forelock, for when''tis once paft, there is no recalling it.

The Mind of Man is at first (if you will pardon the Expression) like a Tabula rasa, or like Wax, which while it is Soft is capable of any Impression, 'till Time has hardened it. And at length Death that grim Tyrant, ftops. uš in the midst of our Career. The greatest Conquerors have at last been Çonquered by Death, which spares none from the Scepter to the Spade.

Mors omnibus communis. All Rivers go to the Sea, but none return from it. Xerxes wept, when he beheld his Army, to consider that in less than a hundred Years they would be all dead. Anacreon was choak'd with a Grape-stone, and violent Joy kills as well as (violent · Grief. There is nothing in this World, constant, but Inconftancy ; yet Plato thought, that if Virtue would appear to the World in her own native Dress, all Men' would be enamoured with her. But now since Interest


governs the World, and Men neglect the Golden Mean, Jupiter himself, if he came on the Earth, would be despiled, unless it were as he did te Danan in a Golden Shower. For Men now adays Worship the Rising Şun, and not the Setting.

Donec eris fælix, multos numerabis amicos.

TRUs have I in obedience to your Commande, ventured to expose my self to Censure in this Critical Age. Whether I have done right to my Subject, must be left to the Judgment of the learned Reader: However I cannot but hope, that my attempting of it may be an Encouragement for some able Pen to perform jo with more Success.

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Year, 1708. "Wherein the Month, and Day of the Month are

fet down, the Persons named, and the great Actions and Events of next Year particularly related, as they will come to pass.

Written to prevent the People of England from being

farther impos'd on by vulgar Almanack-makers.



HAVING long considered the gross Abuse of Astrology in this Kingdom, and upon

debating the Matter with my self, I could o not posibly lay the Fault upon the Art, but upon those gross Impoftors, who set up to be the Artifts. I know several Learned Men have contended that the whole is a Cheat; that it is absurd and ridiculous to imagine, the Stars


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