Poems on several occasions, with a pastoral to which is added, A discourse of life / by John Tutchin.

ODE.

I.

CUrse on your Friends! Why should they interpose? I never sought their Love: And if my Loving you they disapprove; You say, You Love, and you I chose. Base, awkard Sots! To tell of Blood and Name, And Titles, and Estate, and talk of Fame; Things not worth the having; Of which Young Lovers never have a Thought: Though they by Fools are dearly bought, They are not worth the saving.

II.

Would you that Young tawdry Cockscomb wed, Your Father so admires? No; bind him to your Waiting-Maid, She's fit for his Desires.

I grant him store of Wealth, and I have none; But yet my Wit will last, when all his Money's gone. Poor silly Fool! Must he my Rival be, 'Cause he's set off with gawdy Shows, Lace, Ribbons, and fine colour'd Cloaths? And this is all his Equipage and Worth. I too will dress my Sword, and set it forth In the new fashion'd Pedantry; It shall make Love as well, nay, better far than he.

III.

Let the old Fumblers dote at home, And make long Baggs for whom they please; In wanton Joys young Lovers roam, And Fancies crosses still their Ease. Friendship and Love all Tyes will break, And will, from Nature, License seek. Why then, Dear Caelia, should your Friends make such ado About your Joynture, and your Portion given? Which, if once done, ere 'tis obtain'd by You, Their Souls will be either in Hell or Heaven.

Ne're think of Wealth, and painted Joys, That please the Men, and cheat the Boys: The same to All's the God of Love; All Affections he does move; Over all he spreads his Wings, Making Beggars equal Kings. Ne're from his Dictates then remove; But give your Person where you gave your Love.