Their works chaste, moral and divine, Where profit and delight combine; They, gilding dirt, in noble verse Rustic philosophy rehearse. 80 When heroes, gods, or god-like kings They praise, on their exalted wings To the celestial orbs they climb, And with th'harmonious spheres keep time. Nor did their actions fall behind Their words, but with like candour sinned; Each drew fair characters, yet none Of these they feign'd, excels their own. Both by two gen'rous princes loved, Who knew, and judged what they approved; 90 Yet having each the same desire, Both from the busy throng retire. Their bodies, to their minds resign'd, Cared not to propagate their kind: Yet though both fell before their hour, Time on their offspring hath no power, Nor fire nor fate their bays shall blast, Nor death's dark veil their day o'ercast. [1] 'Flaccus Horace': his Pindarics. [2] 'Strong': his last works. A SPEECH AGAINST PEACE AT THE CLOSE COMMITTEE. To the tune of, '_I went from England_.' 1 But will you now to peace incline, And languish in the main design, And leave us in the lurch? I would not monarchy destroy, But as the only way t'enjoy The ruin of the church. 2 Is not the Bishops' bill denied, And we still threaten'd to be tried? You see the King embraces Those counsels he approved before: Nor doth he promise, which is more, That we shall have their places. 3 Did I for this bring in the Scot? (For 'tis no secret now) the plot Was Saye's and mine together; Did I for this return again, And spend a winter there in vain, Once more t'invite them hither? 4 Though more our money than our cause Their brotherly assistance draws, My labour was not lost. At my return I brought you thence Necessity, their strong pretence, And these shall quit the cost. 5 Did I for this my country bring To help their knight against their King, And raise the first sedition? Though I the business did decline, Yet I contrived the whole design, And sent them their petition. 6 So many nights spent in the City In that invisible Committee, The wheel that governs all; From thence the change in church and state, And all the mischief bears the date From Haberdashers' Hall. 7 Did we force Ireland to despair, Upon the King to cast the war, To make the world abhor him, Because the rebels used his name? Though we ourselves can do the same, While both alike were for him. 8 Then the same fire we kindled here With what was given to quench it there, And wisely lost that nation: To do as crafty beggars use, To maim themselves, thereby t'abuse The simple man's compassion.