Happy, ye Bards, by fair _Astrea_ prais’d, If you’r alive, to brighter life you’re rais’d; For cherisht by her Beams you’ll loftyer grow, You must your former learned selves out-do, Thô you’d the parts of _Thirsis_ and of _Strephon_ too. Hail, mighty Prophetess! by whom we see Omnipotence almost in Poetry: Your flame can give to Graves _Promethean_ fire, And _Greenhill’s_ clay with living paint inspire; For like some Mystick wand with awful Eyes You wave your Pen, and lo the dead Arise. _Kendrick._ LYCIDUS: or, the Lover in Fashion, &c. I Have receiv’d your melancholy Epistle, with the Account of your Voyage to the _Island of Love_; of your Adventures there, and the Relation of the death of your _Aminta_: At which you shall forgive me if I tell you I am neither surpris’d nor griev’d, but hope to see you the next Campagne, as absolutely reduc’d to reason as myself. When Love, that has so long deprived you of Glory, shall give you no more Sighs but at the short remembrances of past Pleasures; and that after you have heard my Account of the Voyage I made to the same place, with my more lucky one back again, (for I, since I saw you, have been an Adventurer) you will by my Example become of my Opinion, (notwithstanding your dismal Tales of Death and the eternal Shades,) which is, that if there be nothing that will lay me in my Tomb till Love brings me thither, I shall live to Eternity. I must confess ‘tis a great Inducement to Love, and a happy Advance to an Amour, to be handsom, finely shap’d, and to have a great deal of Wit; these are Charms that subdue the Hearts of all the Fair: And one sees but very few Ladies, that can resist these good Qualities, especially in an Age so gallant as ours, yet all this is nothing if Fortune do not smile: And I have seen a Man handsom, well shap’d, and of a great deal of Wit, with the advantage of a thousand happy Adventures, yet finds himself in the end, fitter for an Hospital than the Elevation of Fortune: And the Women are not contented we should give them as much Love as they give us, (which is but reasonable,) but they would compel us all to Present and Treat ‘em lavishly, till a Man hath consumed both Estate and Body in their Service. How many do we see, that are wretched Examples of this Truth, and who have nothing of all they enjoyed remaining with ‘em, but a poor _Idæa_ of past Pleasures, when rather the Injury the Jilt has done ‘em, ought to be eternally present with ‘em. Heaven keep me from being a Woman’s Property. There are Cullies enough besides you or I, _Lysander_.