COMMENDATORY VERSES. 2? 



All anxious thoughts and cares will straight 

 Fly with such speed, they '11 seem to be 

 Possest with the hydrophobie. 

 The water's calmness in your breast, 

 And smoothness on your brow shall rest. 



Away with sports of charge and noise, 

 And give me cheap and silent joys. 

 Such as Actaeon'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 

 To 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 

 4 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, M.A. 



