Ode ix. Lib. 1. in Horace imitated. To Sir John Bowyer. I. Ince the Hills all around us do Penance in Snow, Since the Rivers, chain'd up, flow with the fame Speed As Prifoners advance towards the Pfalm they can't read, Throw whole Oaks at á Time, nay, Groves, on the Fire, They fhall be our Sobriety's Funeral-Pyre. II. Never waft the dull Time in impertinent Thinking, But urge and pursue the great Business of Drinking; Come pierce your old Hogsheads, ne'er stint us-in Sherry, This, this is the Season to drink and be merry: Then, reviv'd by our Liquor and Billets together, We'll out-roar the loud Storms, and defy the cold Weather. Damn your Gadbury, Partridge, and Salmon together, IV. Send a Bumper about, and cease this Debate Of the Tricks of the Court and Designs of the State. Ne'er trouble your Brains; let 'em take their own Lot.. Thank Thank the Gads, you can fafely fit under your Vine, And enjoy your old Friends, and drink off your own [Wine. V. While your Appetite's ftrong, and good Humour remains VI. Tho' fhe runs from your Arms, and retreats to the Shade, 'Tis a venial Trespass in a Beginner : But remember this Counfel, when once you do meet her, Get a Ring from the Nymph, or fomething that's better. NEUONEITAIRE DOING REMAINES A Paraphrafe on Horace of Vides ut Alta. T I. HE Hills (you fee) are cover'd o'er With a grave Coat of rev'rend Snow, And Thames that did so lately roar, Fetter'd in Icy Chains, can hardly flow; A fullen Fraft the Ground o'er fpreads, The over-burthen'd Trees hang down their mournful Heads. Come then, oblige us with a Fire,. Tha Tho' now no Drinking in the Plants goes round, Think not this fhall excufe your Beer, For God's-Sake let the Pow'rs above No more the frozen Plants decay, IV. To learn your Lot and future State, That added this kind Hour to the old Score; Ne'er think in your declining Years, Purfue, with Hafte, the lovely Game, Your Talent carefully improve. Indulge the Day in Wine, and fpend the Night in Love If crafty as the Nymph to Covert flies, The |