76 COMMENDATORY VERSES. 



Such as Action's game pursue, 

 Their fate oft makes the tale seem true, 

 .The sick or sullen hawk, to-day, 

 Flies not ; to-morrow quite away. 

 Patience and purse to cards and dice 

 Too oft are made a sacrifice : 

 The daughter's dower, th' inheritance 

 O' th' son, depend on one mad chance. 

 The harms and mischiefs which th' abuse 

 Of wine doth every day produce, 

 Make good the doctrine of the Turks, 

 That in each grape a devil lurks. 

 And by yon fading sapless tree, 

 'Bout which the ivy twin'd you see, 

 His fate's foretold, who fondly places 

 His bliss in woman's soft embraces. 

 All pleasures but the angler's, bring 

 I' th' tail repentance like a sting. 



Then on these banks let me sit down, 

 Free from the toilsome sword and gown; 

 And pity those that do affect 

 To conquer nations and protect. 

 My reed affords such true content, 

 Delights so sweet and innocent, 

 As seldom fall unto the lot 

 Of scepters, though they're justly got. 



1649. THO. WEAVER, Mr. of Arts. 



