And could talk whole hours upon What he read with such delight of, Made a virtue out of need, And, his labors wiselier deem'd of, A BALLAD. NOTING THE DIFFERENCE OF RICH AND POOR, IN THE WAYS OF A RICH NOBLE'S PALACE AND A POOR WORKHOUSE. To the Tune of the "Old and Young Courtier." In a costly palace Youth goes clad in gold ; In a costly palace, when the brave gallants dine, In a costly palace Youth is still carest By a train of attendants which laugh at my young Lord's jest ; In a wretched workhouse the contrary prevails: Does Age begin to prattle?-no man heark'neth to his tales. In a costly palace if the child with a pin Do but chance to prick a finger, straight the doctor is called in ; In a wretched workhouse men are left to perish For want of proper cordials, which their old age might cherish. In a costly palace Youth enjoys his lust; In a wretched workhouse Age, in corners thrust, Thinks upon the former days, when he was well to do, Had children to stand by him, both friends and kins men too. In a costly palace Youth his temples hides With a new-devised peruke that reaches to his sides In peace, as in war, 'tis our young gallants' pride, HYPOCHONDRIACUS. By myself walking, Black thoughts continually Follow and haunt me, Thy foes are dangerous, Thy dreams ominous." Fierce Anthropophagi, Spectra, Diaboli, What scared St. Anthony, Hobgoblins, Lemures, Night-riding Incubi, Causing confusions; Figments heretical, Scruples fantastical, Doubts diabolical; Mahu perplexeth me, Lucifer teareth me Jesu! Maria! liberate nos ab his diris tentationibus Inimici. VOL. IV. A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO. MAY the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammering verse If I can a passage see Or a fit expression find, (Still the phrase is wide or scant) To take leave of thee, GREAT PLANT! Or in any terms relate Half my love, or half my hate: For I hate, yet love, thee so, More from a mistress than a weed. 19 Sooty retainer to the vine, 'Gainst women: thou thy siege dost lay While thou suck'st the lab'ring breath Thou in such a cloud dost bind us, That our worst foes cannot find us, And ill-fortune, that would thwart us, Shoots at rovers, shooting at us; While each man, through thy height'ning steam Does like a smoking Etna seem, And all about us does express A Sicilian fruitfulness. Thou through such a mist dost show us, Bacchus we know, and we allow His tipsy rites. But what art thou, |