But Fate at length thought fit to leave its Toil, And greedy Death was glutted with the Spoil. As weary Soldiers having try'd their Steel, Half drown'd with Blood, do then desist to kill. More Ruin wou'd a second Deluge make, Blot out the Name of the unhappy Isle. It fares with her as when in Martial Field, Resolv'd and Brave, and loath to yield, Two num'rous Armies do contend, And with repeated Shouts the Air do Rend. Whilst the affrighted Earth does shake, Some large Battalions are entirely lost, And Warring Squadrons from the mighty Host: Here by a Shot does fall Some Potent General; And near to him, Another loses but a Limb. Part of the Island was a Prey to Fate, And all the rest do's but prolong its date, 'Till injur'd Heav'n finds, Its Bolts a Terror strike on humane Minds; Sure we may hope the Sinners there Repent, Since it has made their lewdest Priest Relent. FINIS. * * * * * A Pindarick ODE, IN THE PRAISE OF Folly and Knavery. By Mr. _TUTCHIN_. _LONDON_, Printed and Sold by _E. W._ near _Stationers-Hall_. 1696. Price 6_d._ A Pindarick ODE In the Praise of Folly and Knavery. I. My humble Muse no Hero Sings, Nor Acts, nor Funerals of Kings: The great _Maria_ now no more, In Sable Lines she does deplore; Of mighty _William_'s growing fame, At present must forget the name, Yet she affects something that is sublime, And would in _Dytherambick_ strain } Attempt to rise, and now disdain } The Shrubs and Furzes of the Plain: } He that's afraid to fall, shou'd ne'r pretend to climb. II. Let others boast of potent Wit, And Summon in the awful _Nine_, With all their Aids of Fancy, Humor, Sence, Fair polish'd Learning, Eloquence, And call their gawdy works Divine: Hov'ring above my Head let _dullness_ sit, The only God that's worshipp'd by the Age; Immortal _Nonsence_ guide my Pen, The Fames of _Shakespear_ and of _Ben_, Must warp, before my nobler fire To their regardless Tombs retire. Thus Arm'd, with Nonsence, I'll engage Both _Universities_, And their Pedantick fooleries, Show the misguided World the Cheat, And let _Man_ know that _Nonsence_ makes him Great. III.