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The works of Mr. Thomas Brown

Serious and Comical, In Prose and Verse; In four volumes. The Fourth Edition, Corrected, and much Enlarged from his Originals never before publish'd. With a key to all his Writings

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Ode ix. Lib. 1. in Horace imitated. Vides ut alta stet nive candidum, &c.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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Ode ix. Lib. 1. in Horace imitated. Vides ut alta stet nive candidum, &c.

Written in the year, 1685.

To Sir John Bowyer.

I

Since the Hills all around us do Pennance in Snow,
And Winters cold Blasts have benumm'd us below;
Since the Rivers chain'd up, flow with the same Speed,
As Prisoners advance towards the Psalm they can't read,
Throw whole Oaks at a Time, nay, Groves, on the Fire,
They shall be our Sobriety's Funeral-Pyre.

II

Never wast the dull Time in impertinent thinking,
But urge and pursue the great business of drinking;
Come pierce your old Hogsheads, ne'er stint us in Sherry,
This, this is the Season to drink and be merry:
Then reviv'd by our Liquour and Billets together,
We'll out-roar the loud Storms, and defy the cold Weather.

III

Damn your Gadbury, Partridge and Salmon together,
What a puling Discourse have we here of the Weather;
Nay, no more of that Business, but, Friend as you love us,
Leave it all to the Care of the good Folks above us.
Your Orchards and Groves will be shatter'd no more,
If to hush the rough Winds, they forbid them to roar.

IV

Send a Bumper about, and cease this Debate
Of the Tricks of the Court, and Designs of the State.
Whether Brandon, or Offly, or Booth go to pot,
Ne'er trouble your Brains; let 'em take their own Lot.

9

Thank the Gods, you can safely sit under your Vine,
And enjoy your old Friends, and drink off your own Wine.

V

While your Appetite's strong, and good Humour remains,
And active fresh Blood does enliven your Veins;
Improve the fleet Minutes in Scenes of Delight,
Let your Friend have the Day, and your Mistress the Night.
In the Dark you may try, whether Phyllis is kind,
The Night for Intrieguing was ever design'd.

VI

Tho' she runs from your Arms, and retires in the Shade,
Some friendly kind Sign will betray the coy Maid;
All trembling you'll find the modest poor Sinner,
'Tis a venial Trespass in a Beginner:
But remember this Counsel, when once you do meet her,
Get a Ring from the Nymph, or something that's better: