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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

Brown, Thomas (1663-1704)

Volume 1.

THE SECOND VOLUME OF THE WOKRS OF Mr. THO. BROWN. Containing LETTERS FROM THE Dead to the Living, And from the Living to the Dead. Both Serious and Comical.

THE Third Volume OF THE WORKS OF Mr. Thomas Brown, Serious and Comical, In Prose and Verse.

THE Fourth and Last Volume OF THE WORKS OF Mr. THO. BROWN. CONTAINING

An Elegy on that most Orthodox, and Pains-taking Divine, Mr. Samuel Smith, Ordinary of Newgate, who dy'd of a Quinsey, on St. Bartholomew's Day, the 24th of August, 1698.

An Epitaph upon that profound and learned Casuist, the late Ordinary of Newgate.

An Elegy in Memory of the Gallant Viscount Dundee, who was killed by a random Shot, after he had won the Battle at Gillecrankey. Writ by Mr. Brown, at the Request of Dr. Griffith and Mr. Burges.

The Mourning Poet: Or, The unknown Comforts of Imprisonment, written in the Year, 1703. and Calculated for the Meridian of the three populous Universities of the Queen's Bench, the Marshalsea, and the Fleet; but may indifferenly serve any Prison in the Kingdom of England, Dominion of Wales, or Town of Berwick upon Tweed.

To my Friend Mr. Playford; on the Publication of his second Book of Pills.

Upon the Encampment at Hounslow-Heath.

Upon the setting up of the Statue of Queen Elizabeth, of ever blessed Memory, in the Royal Exchange London.

In Praise of the Bottle. A Song.

The Rover. A Song.

The Campaign. A Song.

The Libertine. A Song.

A Catch.

A Match for the Devil. In Imitation of M. Rabelais.

The Whet.

Song.

On Sternhold and Hopkins, and the New Version of David's Psalms.

A Translation of Lesbia, Mi dicit semper male. Out of Catullus.

A Song in Ridicule of a famous Musician, who was caught serenading his Mistress with his Base-Viol, in a very frosty Night.

The Good Fellow.

Commendatory Verses on the Author of the two Arthurs, and the Satyr against Wit. By several Hands, and collected by Mr. Brown.

A short and true History of the Author of the Satyr against Wit.

Upon the Author of the Satyr against Wit.

To that incomparable Panegyrist, the Author of the Satyr upon Wit.

The Quack corrected; or, Advice to the Knight of the Ill favour'd Muse.

To the merry Poet after at Sadler's-Hall in Cheapside.

An equal Match; or, a drawn Battle.

To the Mirrour of British Knighthood, the worthy Author of the Satyr against Wit: Occasion'd by the Hemistick, Pag. 8.

To the Cheapside Kt. on his Satyr against Wit.

To the indefatigable Rhimer.

A modest Request to the Poetical Knight.

Wholesome Advice to a City Knight, over-run with Rhimes and Hypocrisie: Occasion'd by his Satyr against Wit.

To a thrice illustrious Quack, Pedant, and Bard, on his incomparable Poem, call'd, A Satyr against Wit.

To Sir R**** Bl****re, on the two Arthurs being condemn'd to be hang'd.

A Tale.

Upon the Character of Codron, as 'tis drawn by the bungling Knight, in his Satyr against Wit.

An Epigram on Job, travested by the City Bard.

To the Adventurous Knight of Cheapside, upon his Satyr against Wit.

To the canting Author of the Satyr against Wit.

Friendly Advice to Dr. Bl---

To Dr. Garth, on the fourth Edition of his Incomparable Poem, The Dispensary; occasion'd by some Lines in the Satyr against Wit.

To a Famous Doctor and Poet at Sadlers-hall.

To the Cheapside Quack; occasion'd by this Verse in the Satyr against Wit.

To that most incomparable Bard and Quack, the Author of the Satyr against Wit.

A merry Ballad on the City Bard.

On the Treatment of the Modern Drama. By Mr. Kn*** of Magd. Coll.

On Dr. Lower, who was observed to be grown good-natur'd a little before his Death. By another hand.

To his Cruel Mistress. Out of French.

An Ode upon a Kiss. Out of French.

A Translation.

On the Death of Dr. Kirleus.

An Epitaph on Dr. Kirleus of Grays-Inn-Lane, occasion'd by his Friends reporting him only gone into the Country.

The Fable of the Satyr, and the Traveller.

A Dialogue betwixt the New Lotteries, and the Royal-Oak.

An Impromptu to Shadwell's Memory by Dr. B---

Antenor's Speech in the Second Æneid, applied to the Declaration for Liberty of Conscience. In the Year 1687.

Prologue spoken before the University of Oxford, 1683.

Epilogue.

A Catch. By Mr. T. Brown.

A Panegyrick upon Col. George Walker.

To Mr. D'Urfey, upon his incomparable Ballads, call'd by him Lyrick Odes.

On Flowers in a Lady's Bosom.

The London Vintners Answer to Mr. Brown.

To Mr. Henry Purcel.

On Dr. Sherlock.

Upon the taking of the new Oaths.

Tom Brown having committed some great Fault at the University, the Dean of Christ Church threaten'd to expel him; but Tom, with a very submissive Epistle, begging Pardon, so pleas'd the Dean, that he was minded to forgive him, upon this Condition, viz. That he should translate this Epigram out of Marshal extempore.

[When Eve the Fruit had tasted]

[As moody Job, in shirtless Case]

A Supplement to Tho. Brown's Works.

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The x. Ode in Horace l. 3. Paraphrased.

Extremum Tanaim si biberes Lyce.

I.

Tho' you, my Lyce, in some Northen Flood
Had chill'd the Current of your Blood;
Or lost your sweet engaging Charms
In some Tartarian Husband's icy arms;
Were yet one Spark of Pity left behind
To form the least Impression on your Mind,
Sure you must grieve, sure you must sigh,
Sure drop some Pity from your Eye,
To see your Lover prostrate on the Ground,
With gloomy Night, and black Despair encompass'd all around.

II.

Hark! how the threatning Tempests rise,
And with loud Clamours fill the Skies;
Hark! how the tott'ring Buildings shake,
Hark! how the Trees a doleful Consort make.
And see! oh see! how all below.
The Earth lyes cover'd deep in Snow,
The Romans clad in white, did thus the Fasces woo;
And thus your freezing Candidate, my Lyce, sues for you.

III.

Come, lay these foolish Niceties aside,
And to soft Passion sacrifice your Pride:
Let not the precious Hours with fruitless Questions dye,
But let new Scenes of Pleasure crown them, as they fly.
Slight not the Flames which your own Charms infuse,
And no kind friendly Minute lose,
While Youth and Beauty give you leave to chuse.
As Men by Acts of Charity below
Or purchase the next World, or think they do:

So you in Youth a Lover shou'd engage,
To make a sure Retreat for your declining Age.

IV.

Let meaner Souls by Virtue be cajol'd,
As the good Grecian Spinstress was of old;
She, while her Sot his youthful Prime bestow'd
To fight a Cuckold's Wars abroad,
Held out a longer Siege, than Troy,
Against the warm Attacks of proffer'd Joy,
And foolishly preserv'd a worthless Chastity,
At the expence of ten Years Lyes and Perjury.
Like that old fashion'd Dame ne'er bilk your own Delight,
But what you've lost ith' Day, get, get it in the Night.

V.

Oh! then if Prayers can no Acceptance find,
Nor Vows, nor Offerings bend your Mind;
If all these pow'rful Motives fail,
Yet your Husband's Injuries prevail
He, by some Play-house Jilt misled,
Elsewhere bestows the Tribute of your Bed;
Let me his forfeited Embraces share,
Let me your mighty Wrongs repair.
Thus Kings by their own Rebel-Powers betray'd,
To quell the home-bred Foe call in a foreign Aid.

VI.

Love, let Platonicks promise what they will,
Must, like Devotion, be encourag'd still;
Must meet with equal Wishes and Desires,
Or else the dying Lamp in its own Urn expires.
And I, for all that boasted Flame
We Poets and fond Lovers idly claim,
Am of too frail a Make, I fear,
Shou'd you continue still severe,

To brave the double Hardships of your Fate,
And bear the Coldness of the Nights, and Rigor of your Hate.