He knew t'appeal to other gods,

How much against him were the odds.
For what but fhame did VULCAN get,
With MARS and VENUS in his net?
But SATURN, wifer than the other,
I mean the God, his cuckold brother,
In prudence, made no greater pother.
Well he knew how, as god of time,
To make all three repent their crime :
His vengeance foon was brought about;
For ere three moons were in and out,
The lover fated, tir'd, disgusted,

Ne'er minds for what th' old goddess lufted,
But leaves, as usual in such case,
Her wrinkl'd phiz, for smoother face.
SANGARITIS, her maid of honor,

To gain the youngfter, took upon her:
Which when found out, old MASTER ftorm'd,
And then a cruel act perform'd,

That left poor ATYS on a par

With what we read of ABELARD;
For which fad ELOISA griev'd

So much, 'twill fcarcely be believ'd ;
But that the ftory of her woes,

In her own lines energic flows;

And with fuch flames as plainly prove,
She burn'd not with platonic love.

Oh, oh! quoth TIME, this is rare doing!

She has with his, fpoil'd her own woing.
On them my vengeance is compleated,
But yet 'tis far from being fated.
With ftrong refentment ftill I burn,
And now the Judge shall have his turn.
Soon CUPID felt, as TIME refolv'd,
The woes wherein he was involv'd:
In vain he hides, and fculks, and dodges,
TIME finds him out, where'er he lodges,

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And

And when fecure he hopes to rest,
TIME ferrets him from forth his neft.
Or like a spider on a fly,

Ne'er leaves him till he fucks him dry.
In vain love ftrives to make a stand
Against TIME's perfecuting hand;
In vain he offers, begs and fues
To make a peace-

-at leaft a truce.

No: 'tis decreed by fome curft ftar,
That TIME and LOVE fhall ever jar.

O D E.

W

To a young WIDOW.

From ROUSSEAU. By the Same.
HAT ftill this difmal pomp of woe!

Is it not time to end the fhow,

Whatever frowning prudes may think? Six moons have felt increafe and wane, Since your good spouse to heav'n was ta'en, And HYMEN quench'd his link.

Why mourn a husband's timely fate?
Alas! we all, or foon or late,

Muft tread the dreary Stygian fhore;
Had he been hand fome, young and ftout,
Inftead of homely, old, worn out,
What cou'd your fighs fay more ?

Then leave this mimic farce of grief,
To fuch as really want relief;

They may in doleful dumps take on;
But you! when thousands wait your will,
Lovers that you may fave, or kill,
Why weep one husband gone?

L 12

Pay

Pay no regard to what is faid

Of her, who when her spouse was dead,
Would needs with him be buried too;
Or if you will that matron act,
Then make PETRONIUS' ftory fact,
And play her part quite thro'.

Your Grecian, and your Roman dames,
For whofe connubial widow'd flames,
Hiftorians make fo great a racket,
Were all, whatever we are told,
Caft in the very felf-fame mould

With SOUTHERN's widow Lack-it.

Those maufoléums rais'd of old,
Much more of pride than grief unfold,
Like fome we fee quite new.
When groans are turn'd to such a height,
They place in the fame glaring light
The mourn'd and mourner too.

But in what age was ever feen
An ARTEMISIA of eighteen?
Point out the lady if you can.
ANDROMACHE, for all her tears,
Gave two fucceffors in three years
To HECTOR, her good man.

Lay not poor DIDO's cafe to heart,
She might have better done her part,

And fix'd perhaps, the pious rover;
'Twas her own fault fhe was forfook;
For who, in CUPID's name, e'er took
A METHODIST for lover?

* Ephefian Matron.

And

And what indeed could she expect
From one who fhew'd fo great neglect

Of matrimonial love and vows ?
Who, when his TROY was all on fire,
Bore off his gods, his fon and fire,
And left behind his spouse.

For you more blissful ftars shall shine,
Again fhall love and HYMEN join,
And fix again the happy day;
The day when fome deferving youth
Shall be rewarded for his truth
And You his love repay!

The altar's deckt, the incenfe burns,
The fmiles and graces fing by turns;

And fee the flames aufpicious rife !
Around the little CUPIDS Croud,
Whilft VENUS, feated on a cloud,
Approves the facrifice.

Queen ELIZ. To the Lord Treasurer B.

Sir Spiritt,

Doubt I doe nickname you for those of your kind (they

fignum, that if an ass kick you, you feele it too foone. I will recant you from being my Spiritt, if ever I perceive that you difdaine not fuch a feelinge. Serve God, fear the king, and be a good fellow to the reft. Let never care appear in you for such a rumour, but let them well know, that you rather defire them righting of

fuch

fuch wronge, by making knowne theyr error, then you to be fo filly a foule, as to forefhowe that you ought to doe, or, not freely deliver what you think meetest, and pass of noe man foe much, as not to regard her trust who puts in you.

God bless you, and long may you

Rer 8, May
1583.

laft.

Omnio. E. R.

HENRY, Earl of RICHMOND, before he was King, to his Friends here in England, from beyond the Seas, &c.

Rfriends, and our allies, I greet you well. Being

IGHT trufty, worshipfull and honourable good

given to underftand your good devoir and intent to advance me to the furtherance of my rightful claim, due, and lineal inheritance of that crowne, and for the juft depriving of the homicide and unnatural tyrant which now unjustly bears dominion over you; I give you to understand that no Chriftian heart can be moie full of joy and gladness then the heart of me your poor exiled freind, who will, upon the inftance of your fure advertise what powers ye will make ready, and what captains and leaders you gett to conduct, be prepared to pass over the fea with fuch forces as my friends here are preparing for me. And if I have fuch good speed and fuccefs as I wifh, according to your defire, I fhall ever be moft forward to remember, and wholy to re