. An essay upon literature: or, An enquiry into the antiquity and original of letters; proving that the two tables, written by the finger of God in Mount Sinai, was the first writing in the world, and that all other alphabets derive from the Hebrew ; with a short view of the methods made use of by the antients to supply the want of letters before, and improve the use of them, after they were known . SEVERAL OCCASIONS. 31 > « v^Aj^ «y*w/y* tv**/V* #u^w» » cX^nX* «X^na* tXr%A» *X-sX*« ^^Y* *)T^0(3 *j(n*vX- rO0i^ ^O**)^3 ^jf*-^* *V£S-X* 6iTs,^V> * j A N Englifh PROVERB. WHen I was but a Chi
. An essay upon literature: or, An enquiry into the antiquity and original of letters; proving that the two tables, written by the finger of God in Mount Sinai, was the first writing in the world, and that all other alphabets derive from the Hebrew ; with a short view of the methods made use of by the antients to supply the want of letters before, and improve the use of them, after they were known . SEVERAL OCCASIONS. 31 > « v^Aj^ «y*w/y* tv**/V* #u^w» » cX^nX* «X^na* tXr%A» *X-sX*« ^^Y* *)T^0(3 *j(n*vX- rO0i^ ^O**)^3 ^jf*-^* *V£S-X* 6iTs,^V> * j A N Englifh PROVERB. WHen I was but a Child, I remember, oneDaytfy Brothers and Sifters, and I were at Play,Vnd (if Im not miftaken) twas Husband and Wife,5o at it we went with great Fury and Strife:Upon this, my old Nurfe (who flood by all the while)3od reft her dry bones! thus began with a Smile,A fmoky Houfe, Sir, (fays flie) and a quarrelfore Wife,Ire two the worft Plagues, that attenda Mans Life;laughd at her Queernefs, tho then but a Youth,>Jeer dreaming old Women could ever tell Truth : But 3* POEMS ON But I Faith! I have tryd em, and found to my Coft,That my Reft both by Day and by Night is all loft;Good Heaven! her dry, wither d Carcafe reftore -tFor I neer could believe your old Nurfes before. i. THi SEVERAL OCCASIONS. 33 THE RAPTURE BEar me, ye Gods! to Oxfords learned Seats,Or cover me in * Commits dear Retreats;Cornwell\ whofe Shades my ferious Thoughts engage,Comwelll the \Tibur of the Roman Age!Where the f|>ft Mufes firing the warbling Lyre,And Heavnly Scenes Poetick Thoughts infpire:Where tuneful Birds on evry bloomy Spray,•Sing to the rifing, and the falling Day:Where Fountains gurgle, and the Grotts reply,Where Poets fing, and mufing Lovers figh. * Commit, a Seat of the Reverend Mr. Penyflms in Oxford/lire.\ Tibnr2 Horaces Seat in Italy. E And 34 P O E M S O N And now, methinks5lVe gaind the happy Shade,All carelefs on fome moffy Bank Im laid,And hear foft Mufick die along the Glade:H
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