Song A-la-mode. O'er the desert, cross the meadows, Still adoring, And deploring, Why must Thirsis lose his life? Rivers murmur'd from their fountains, Fawns came tripping o'er the mountains, Still admiring, And desiring; When shall Phillis be a wife. FROM HIS EPIGRAMS, OR COURT CHARACTERS. To MAXIMINA. Ovid, who bid the ladies laugh, Speak not, though 'twere to give consent; If thou art wise, see dismal plays, To NISUS. How shall we please this age?--If in a song As deep the dwarfish poetry they damn ; To CLASSICUs. When thou art ask'd to sup abroad, Thou swear'st thou hast but newly din'd; That eating late does overload The stomach, and oppress the mind: But if Apicius make a treat, The slend❜rest summons thou obey'st, No child is greedier of the teat, Than thou art of the bounteous feast; And mirth, at others' charge begun. TO SEXTUS. What business, or what hope brings thee to town, Who can'st not pimp, nor cheat, nor swear, nor lye? This place will nourish no such idle drone; Hence, in remoter parts thy fortune try. But thou hast courage, honesty, and wit, And one, or all these three, will give thee bread: The malice of this town thou know'st not yet; Wit is a good diversion, but base trade; Cowards will, for thy courage, call thee bully, Till all, like Thraso's, thy acquaintance shun; Rogues call thee for thy honesty, a cully! Yet this is all thou hast to live upon: Friend three such virtues, Audley had undone; None but has kill'd his man,-or writ his play! To SCEVA. If Scæva for more friends thou care, Which thy great merit cannot want; That I am new, make no complaint; Thy dearest friends were strangers once like me, To SERTORIUS, If thou dost want a horse, thou buy'st a score, TO CLOE. Leave off thy paint, perfumes, and youthful dress, And nature's failing honestly confess; Double we see those faults which art would mend, Plain downright ugliness would less offend! To CANIDIUS. Thou strut'st as if thou wert the only lord; And Child has now three earldoms out at use. TO FLAVIUS. Thou quibl'st well, hast craft and industry, Yet for all this in court thou dost not rise; To THRASO. Whil'st thou sit'st drinking up thy loyalty, Sell'st thy long freedom for a short command, The power thou aim'st at, if o'er thee one have, In a rich coat th'art but a ranting slave. On Coscus. Coscus, thou say'st my epigrams are long ;- To MAXIMUS. Would'st thou be free? I fear thou art in jest→→→ Drink wholesome wine, which thy own servants draw; Of knavish Curio scorn the ill-got plate, The numerous servants, and the cringing throng: With a few friends on fewer dishes eat, And let thy clothes, like mine, be plain and strong; Such friendships make as thou may'st keep with ease, Great men expect what good men hate to pay; Be never thou thyself in pain to please, But leave to fools and knaves, th' uncertain prey. Let thy expence with thy estate keep pace; Meddle with no man's business, scarce thy own; And leave vain fops the beauties of the town. One month a lawyer, thou the next wilt be Married to her, thou yet may'st court the rest. |