. The works of Mr. Thomas Brown, serious and comical : in prose and verse, with his remains in four volumes compleat . He burns with the Torment of boundlefs let the old Mifer hoard up his cursd Pelf,He enriches his Bags, but he beggers Lover, Ambitious, and Mifer, are Fools;Theres no folid Joy, but in jolly full Bowls. Match for the Devil. In Imitation of M. RabelaSsi llTHile others idle Tales relate, To fright Men from the marryd State,Do thou, my Mufe, in humble Verfe,The Virtues of a Wife rehearfe. A Farmer of much Wealth poffefsd,With Friends too, while they lafted,
. The works of Mr. Thomas Brown, serious and comical : in prose and verse, with his remains in four volumes compleat . He burns with the Torment of boundlefs let the old Mifer hoard up his cursd Pelf,He enriches his Bags, but he beggers Lover, Ambitious, and Mifer, are Fools;Theres no folid Joy, but in jolly full Bowls. Match for the Devil. In Imitation of M. RabelaSsi llTHile others idle Tales relate, To fright Men from the marryd State,Do thou, my Mufe, in humble Verfe,The Virtues of a Wife rehearfe. A Farmer of much Wealth poffefsd,With Friends too, while they lafted, blefsd,Kept open Houfe, and lovd to feaftThofe who defervd and wanted Pleafures he prefcribd no Bounds ;He kept his Hunters, Pack of Hounds ;Somewhat lafcivious, fomewhat vain,Some Gentleman hadcrofsd the try all Joys, and Plagues of Life,He boldly took a Buxom frefli frefh Delights,Attend the Day, and crown the new Acquaintance crowd the Houfe ;Some praifc the Fare, but mod the Spoufe ;Each ftrove who fhould divert the moll,But Hill twas at the Husbands Coll. Ue,. Vol, V the TDcm/ : , Miscellanies. $7 He, thoughtlefs, praisd the expensive Plcafure, To pleafe his dear domeftick Treafure, All Care was fcornd, and Busnefs vanifhd, The prefent Joys Thoughts future banifhd : And being both of Years but vernal, They thought their Wealth and Loves eternal. But oh ! how vain are all Mens Fancies !Ill-grounded Projects, mere whims the wifefl entertain ?What ftrange Deluiions fill our Brain !When we are eager to poflefs,We imooth the Road to Happinefs :We level Mountains, empty Seas,And Reafon fierce Defires greater* Danger we diipife ;Our Pafiion fees, and not our Eyes. Oar Pair now find, fome Seafons paft,Nor Wealth, nor Love, would always laft,Unlefs improvd with Application ;But that in one is out of indeed preferves its Sway,But Love l who does thy Powr obey ?Evn Women now profefs to
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