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Show 66 T 0 E M S. And gafp for one anothers breaft, Since their Conveyances they want. I. - Nay, w e have felt the tedious fmart O f abfent Friendfhip, and do know That when w e die w e can but part j And who knows what w e fhall do now? Yet I muft go : w c will fubmit, And fo our o w n Difpofers be > For while w e nobly fufler it, W e triumph o'er Neceffity. By this w e fhall be truly great, If having other things o'ercome, T o make our victory compleat W e can be Conquerors at home. K ' Nay then to meet w e may conclude, And all Obftructions overthrow, Since w e our Paffion have fuhdu d, Which is the ftrongeft thing I know. T Againji Pleafure. Set Lby Dr. Coleman. i. Here's no fuch thing as Pleafure here, 'Tis all a perfect Chdat, Which « POEMS. Which does but fhine and difappear, Whofe Charm is but Deceit : The empty bribe of yielding Souls, Which firft betrays, and then controuk 'Tis true, it looks at diftance fair; But if w e do approach, The fruit of Sodom will impair, And perifh at a touch : In Being than in Fancy lefi, And we expect more than poflefs> 3< For by our Pleafures we are cloy'd, And fo Defire is done ; Or elfe, like Rivers, they make wide The Channel where they run : And either way true blifs deftroys, Making Us narrow, or our Joys* • We covet Pleafure eafily, But it not fo poflefs j For many things muft make it be, But one may make it lefs* Nay, were our ftate as w e could chufe it, Twould be confum'd by fear to lofe it. What art thou then, thou winged Air, More weak and fwift than Fame? Whofe next fucceffor is Defpair, And its attendant Shame. K 2 |
