Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts / part I, occasionally written by Mrs. Jane Barker, part II, by several gentlemen of the universities, and others.
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- Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts / part I, occasionally written by Mrs. Jane Barker, part II, by several gentlemen of the universities, and others.
- Author
- Barker, Jane.
- Publication
- London :: Printed for Benjamin Crayle ...,
- 1688.
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- English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
- Songs, English -- Texts.
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"Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts / part I, occasionally written by Mrs. Jane Barker, part II, by several gentlemen of the universities, and others." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A30923.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 16, 2024.
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Page 146
That he was proud, we knew; but now we see,
Like Ianus, looking on Eternity,
Both what he was, and what he meant to be.
Stern was his Look, and sturdy was his Gate;
He walk't, and talk't, and wou'd have kiss'd in state.
Disdain and Scorn sate perching on his Brow;
But, Presto! where is all that Grandeur now?
Why vanish't, fled, dissolv'd to empty Air,
Fine Ornaments indeed to cheat the Fair:
And which is yet the strangest thing of all,
He has not got one Friend to mourn his fall:
But 'tis but just that he who has maintain'd
Such ill designs, shou'd be by all disdain'd.
Had not the lazy Drone been quite as blind,
Equally dim both in his Eyes and Mind,
He might have plainly seen—
For the Example's visible to all,
How strangely low ingratefull Pride may fall.
Presumptuous Wretch! but that's too kind a Name
For one so careless of a Virgins Fame:
For as the Serpent did by fraud deceive
Th' unwary Soul of the first Virgin Eve;
Page 147
So he as impudently strove t' inspire
The lovely Maid with his delusive fire:
But Heav'n be prais'd, now with the same success;
For though his pride's as great, his cunning's less.