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Poems Upon Several Occasions

By Benj. Hawkshaw

Hawkshaw, Benjamin

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On the hopefull Author of these Ingenious Poems.

To the Ingenious Mr. Hawkshaw on the Publication of his Poems.

To my Ingenious Friend Mr. Hawkshaw, on the Advance of the Poetry.

To the Ingenious Author, now of the Colledge in Dublin.

ON K. CHARLES IId's; Restoration.

The Dream that Night Limerick was surrendred.

On the Death of the Young Lady I. S.

On Dr. G. refreshing himself each Morning in St. John's Walks.

The good-Fellow.

On a Friend who desir'd me to make a Copy of Verses on his Name.

An Allusion to Claudian's Epigram on Archimedes's Sphere.

Against Knowledge.

Translated from the Italian Poet Sannazarius.

An Apology for Rome in Answer to that from Venice, translated from a Latin Copy.

A Morning's Thought.

To Mr. J. C. Sometime School-Master in Dublin.

The Enjoyment.

On a Fly that was drown'd in a Ladies Mouth.

On the River Cam.

The Retirement.

On the Preservation of the Library in Dublin-College.

Tu ne quæfieris, out of Hor. Paraphras'd.

The Meditation.

On the Popish Conspiracy.

On the Shortness of Man's Life.

A Dialogue between Reason and the Inferior Powers.

From the Italian Poets.

The Indifferency.

On the King's landing at Harwich, after he had been expos'd to many Dangers in his Voyage to Holland.

On Dr. G. Reducing the Years to Terms, which were requisite for them who took their Bachelours Degree.

The Golden-Age.

The Recantation.

From Sannarius.

On the unhappy State of Ireland, by reason of the Civil War.

The Consolation.

On the Death of the most Renown'd Pierce Brackenbury Doctour of Physick, and Senior Fellow of St. John's.

On the Earl of Danby's couragious Enterprise at La-Hogue, who set the French Ships on fire.

The Consummation.

Love-Verses, SONGS AND TRANSLATIONS, By the same Hand.

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The Enjoyment.

I

Water'd with Heav'ns Dew I sit and sing,
Laughing at those who're over-whelm'd with Cares;
Of bliss I have an inexhausted Spring,
Which makes me young, as Age my Life impairs.

II

I neither pine nor languish in my Rage,
Tho' I have scarce one single Spot of Ground;
Some with vast Lands drag on a sullen Age,
And their proud Thoughts no Limits e'er have found.

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III

That Pearl which Cleopatra swallow'd down,
Crowding whole Kingdoms in one single draught,
Advanc'd not Anthony to the Roman Crown,
But poyson-like Death and Destruction wrought.

IV

Tho' they lay prostrate on the Beds of Sence,
Yet Stings like Vipers on their Bosom lay,
That suck'd out all which Nature did dispence,
Till they consum'd and wasted quite away.

V

Riches like Spirits when we grasp, retreat,
Pleasure's a Blossom of the glorious Morn,
A Throne's a gilded Trisle, Honours Seat,
These are the Blessings which the World adorn.

VI

But since these swift wing'd Creatures make away,
And I from all the World no pleasure have,

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Since they play Tricks, I'll like a Wise-man say,
There's no Enjoyment found this side the Grave

VII

The younger Brother's in a happy State
Did he what Part he was to act but know;
Sleep on my Stars for I can rule my Fate,
And be a King if I'll but think it so.