Who wou'd not wonder, while he takes fuch
pains
And on both old and young his vigor dreins,
Nor wou'd his Nelley long be his Surviver,
Alas! who now was good enough to drive her?
So fhe gave way to her confuming Grief,
Which brought her paft all Gally-pot Relief;
Howe'er it were, as the Old-women fay,
Her Time was come, and then there's no Delay:
So down into the Stygian Lake she dropt,
To meet the Prince she had so often topt.
By the R. H. the Earl of Dorfet.
HYLLIS, the faireft of Love's Foes,
Yet fiercer than a Dragon,
Phyllis, that fcorn'd the powder'd Beaus,
What has the now to brag on?
Since while she kept her Legs fo close,
Her Breech had scarce a Rag on.
II.
Compell'd by Want, this wretched Maid,
Did fad Complaints begin;
Which surely Strephon hearing, faid,,
It was both fhame and fin
To pity fuch a lazy Jade,
That wou'd neither Kiss nor Spin.
The Beautiful Lady of the MAT
Written by Mr. Dryden, in the Year 1691.
Quire of bright Ladies in Spring did
To chufe a May-Lady to govern the Year; All the Nymphs were in White, and the Shepherds in Green,
The Garland was given, and Phyllis was
Queen;
But Phyllis refus'd it, and fighing did fay,
I'll not wear a Garland while Pan is away.
While Pan and fair Syrinx are fled from the shore, The Graces are banish'd, and Love is no more. The foft God of Pleasure, that warm'd our defires
Has broken his Bow, and extinguish'd his Fires, And vows that himself and hisMother willmourn Till Pan and fair Syrinx in Triumph return.
III. Forbear your Addreffes, and Court us no more, For we will perform what the Deity swore. But if you dare think of deferving our Charms, Away with your Sheep-hooks, and take to your
Then Lawrels and Myrtles your Brows shall adorn,
When Pan, and his Son, and fair Syrinx return.
A Panegyrick on King WILLIAM. By the Honourable J. How Efq;
AIL happy William? thou art strangely
And art the cause thy Virtues are thy Fate:
ForThee the Child the Parents Hearts will fting,
For Thee the Favourite will defert the King,
For Thee the Partiot will fubvert the Laws,
For Thee the Judge will still decide the Cause,
For Thee the Prelate will his Church betray,
For Thee the Soldier fights without his Pay,
For Thee the Freeman mortgages his Hold,
For Thee the Mifer lavishes his Gold,
For Thee the Merchant lofes all his Store,
For Thee the Sailors preft, and starves on fhore;
For Thee our Senate our beft Laws fufpend,
And will make any new to serve thy End:
The chief defign of all their loyal Votes,
Is to invent new Ways, new Mears, and Plots.
Nor Credit in the Land but thine will pass,
No ready Money, if it wants thy Face.
Thy loyal Slaves love thy Oppreffion more
Than all their Wealth and Liberty before:
For Thee and Tyranny they all declare,
And beg the Bleffing of eternal War.
And that thisWonder may more wondrous seem,
Thou never yet didft one good thing for them.
Rebels (like Witches) having fign'd the Rolls,
Must serve their Mafter, tho' they damn their
Souls.
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