What doft thou mean, ungrateful Wretch,thou vain,
Thou mortal thing, thus idly to complain,
And sigh and fob, that thou fhalt be no more?
For if thy Life were pleasant heretofore,
If all the bounteous Bleffings I cou'd give
Thou haft enjoy'd, if thou haft known to live,
And Pleasure not leak'd thro' thee like a Seive,
Why doft thou not give thanks, as at a plenteous feast
Cram'd to the throat with life, and rise and take thy
But if my Bleffings thou haft thrown away, (reft?
If indigefted joys pafs'd thro' and wou'd not stay,
Why dost thou wish for more to fquander ftill?
If Life be grown a load, a real ill,

And I wou'd all thy cares and labours end,
Lay down thy burden, Fool, and know thy Friend.
To please thee I have empti'd all my ftore

I can invent, and can supply no more;

But run the round again, the round I ran before..
Suppofe thou art not broken. yet with years,
Yet ftill the felf-fame Scene of things appears,
And wou'd be ever, coud'ft thou ever live;
For Life is ftill but Life, there's nothing new to give
What can we plead against so just a Bill?

We stand convicted, and our caufe goes ill.

But

But if a wretch, a man oppreft by fate,
Shou'd beg of Nature to prolong his date,
She speaks aloud to him with more disdain,

Be ftill, thou Martyr fool, thou covetous of pain.
But if an old decrepit Sot lament;

What thou (She cryes) who hast outliv'd content!
Doft thou complain, who hast enjoy'd my store?
But this is still th' effect of wishing more!
Unsatisfy'd with all that Nature brings;
Loathing the prefent, liking absent things;
From hence it comes thy vain defires, at strife
Within themselves, have tantaliz'd thy Life,
And ghaftly Death appear'd before thy fight,
E'rethou hadst gorg'd thy Soul & Senfes with delight.
Now leave those joys unfuiting to thy age,
To a fresh Comer, and resign the Stage.
Is Nature to be blam'd if thus fhe chide?
No fure, for 'tis her business to provide,
Against this ever changing Frames decay;
New things to come, and old to pass away.
One Being worn, another Being makes;
Chang'd but not loft; for Nature gives and takes:
New Matter must be found for things to come, (doom.
And these must wafte like thofe, and follow Nature's

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Nor in eternal Torments cou'd ehédie or dividT
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But he's the Tytins, who by Love oppreft,
Of Tyraht Paflion preying on his breaststoV o
And ever anxious Thoughts, is robb'd©£rostóte
The Sifiphus is the, whom noise and ftrifeools
Seduce from all the foft tetreats of life,di Ila brA
To vex the Government, difturb the Laws, vor T
Drunk with the Fumes of popular Applause,d wa
He courts the giddy Growd to, makq him great, ↑
And sweats and toils in vain, to mount the fovereign
For filbto aim at, Pow'r, and still to faible
(Seat.
Ever to strive and never to prevail, bus al bas
What is it, but in reafon's true acequation>va'dT
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Which urg'dand labour'd, and forc'd up with pain,
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This is the Fable's Moral, which they tell

Of fifty foolish Virgins damn'd in Hell

To leaky Veffels, which the Liquor fpill,

To Veffels of their Sex, which none cou'd ever fill.
As for the Dog, the Furies, and their Snakes,
The gloomy Caverns, and the burning Lakes,
And all the vain infernal trumpery,

They neither are, nor were, nor e're can be.
But here on Earth, the guilty have in view
The mighty Pains to mighty Mischiefs due:
Racks, Prisons, Poifons, the Tarpeian Rock,
Stripes, Hangmen, Pitch, and fuffocating Smoak;
And laft, and moft, if thefe were caft behind,
Th' avenging horrour of a Conscious mind,
Whofe deadly fear anticipates the blow,
And fees no end of Punishment and Woe:
But looks for more, at the last gasp of breath:
This makes an Hell on Earth, and Life a Death.
Meantime, when thoughts of Death disturb thy head,
Confider, Ancus great and good is dead;
Ancus, thy better far, was born to die,

And thou, doft thou bewail mortality?
So many Monarchs with their mighty State,
Who rul'd the World, were over-rul'd by fate.

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