l-.Ql.' LITERAR* INTELLIGENCER -ri 



Oh Mira ! what is ftate or wealth ? 



The great can never love like me^ 

 Wealth adds not days, nor quickens health. 



Then wifer thou, come happy be : 

 Come, and be mine in this fweet fpot, 



Where Eik rolls clear his little wave. 

 We'll live ; and Eilc fhall, in a cot. 



See joys that Rofline never gave. 



An Englifh correfpondent in Laufannc expreffed great anxiety to 

 have the following lines put into the firft number of our mifctU'acy 

 with the title below prefixed to them. It it not difiicuk to perceive 

 the reafon of this anxiety in him, though it cannot affed thofe iu Bri- 

 tain. As the lines however have great intrinfic merit, we hope en 

 •xception will be taken at indulging our cotrefpoudent in ttis ref- 

 peifl. 



j1 Picture of Govenimefit^ a la moderne, drawn by an 

 old Majier. 



In the commonwealth I would by contraries 

 Execute all things -, for no kind of traffic 

 Would I admit, no name of magiftrate ; 

 Letters fhould not be known ; poverty and riches. 

 And ufe of fervice, none •, contra'Qs, fucceflion. 

 Bourn, bond of land, tilth, vineyard, olivCj none ; 

 No ufe of metal, corn, or wine, or oil j 

 No occupation, all men idle, all, 

 And women too, but innocent and pure ; 

 No fovereigiity : 



AH things in common, nature fhould produce 

 Without fweat or endeavour ; treafon, felony. 

 Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine. 

 Would I not have ; but nature fhould bring forth 

 Of its own kind, all foifon, all abundance, 

 *J'o feed my innocent )-)eopie. 

 I would with fuc-h pcricfticn govern, Sir, 

 • To excel tlie goldtu age. 



Shakespeak. 



