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The Works of the Reverend and Learned Isaac Watts, D. D.

Containing, besides his Sermons, and Essays on miscellaneous subjects, several additional pieces, Selected from his Manuscripts by the Rev. Dr. Jennings, and the Rev. Dr. Doddridge, in 1753: to which are prefixed, memoirs of the life of the author, compiled by the Rev. George Burder. In six volumes

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Burning several Poems of Ovid, Martial, Oldham, Dryden, &c.

1708.

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I judge the muse of lewd desire;
Her sons to darkness, and her works to fire.
In vain the flatteries of their wit
Now with a melting strain, now with an heav'nly flight,
Would tempt my virtue to approve
Those gaudy tinders of a lawless love.
So harlots dress: They can appear
Sweet, modest, cool, divinely fair,
To charm a Cato's eye; but all within,
Stench, impudence and fire, and ugly raging sin.

II.

Die, Flora, die in endless shame,
Thou prostitute of blackest fame,
Stript of thy false array.
Ovid, and all ye wilder pens
Of modern lust, who gild our scenes,
Poison the British stage, and paint damnation gay,
Attend your mistress to the dead;
When Flora dies, her imps should wait upon her shade.

III.

Strephon, of noble blood and mind,
(For ever shine his name!)
As death approach'd, his soul refin'd,
And gave his looser sonnets to the flame.
‘Burn, burn,’ he cry'd with sacred rage,
‘Hell is the due of ev'ry page,

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‘Hell be the fate. (But O indulgent heaven!
‘So vile the muse, and yet the man forgiv'n!)
‘Burn on my songs: For not the silver Thames
‘Nor Tiber with his yellow streams
‘In endless currents rolling to the main,
‘Can e'er dilute the poison, or wash out the stain.’
So Moses by divine command
Forbid the leprous house to stand,
When deep the fatal spot was grown,
‘Break down the timber, and dig up the stone.’
 

Earl of Rochester.