The Moments past, if thou art wife, retrieve, With pleasant Mem'ry of the Bliss they gave. The Present Hours, in present Mirth imploy, And bribe the Future with the Hopes of Joy. The Future (few or more, how e'er they be) Were destin'd e'rst, nor can by Fate's Decree Be now cut off, betwixt the Grave and Thee. 梁爽爽 kk k k k 【味味 F HORACE HORACE LIB. I. EPIST. IX. Septimius, Claudi, nimirum, intelligit unus, To the Right Honourable R-H-, Efq; D EAR Dick, howe'er it comes into his Head, Believes, as firmly as he does his Creed, That You and I, Sir, are extremely great; Tho' I plain Matt, You Minifter of State, One Word from me, without all doubt, he fays Wou'd fix his Fortune in fome little Place: Thus better than my self, it seems, he knows How far my Interest with From From this wild Fancy, Sir, there may proceed Which to my own Advantage I wou'd fave, To ferve my felf, forgetful of my To fhun this Cenfure I all Shame lay by, FA Algates affaulted fore by Leachers twaine: Now, an' I reade aryghte that auncient Song, The Paramours were Olde, the Dame was Yong. Had thilke fame Tale in other guise been tolde, Had they been yong, (pardie) and the been olde, Sweet Jefu! that had been much forer Tryall; Full marvaillous, I wote, were fuch Denyall! AN EPIST L By Mr. BAT E. EST others tempt your Youth with Praise L [not due, And tell you what your felf too foon would Till Flatt'ry's Breath with Fortune's Bleffings [know, [join'd, Stifle your Virtue, and corrupt your Mind; |