993. ANACREONTIC.
I must
Not trust
Here to any;
Bereav'd,
Deceiv'd
By so many:
As one
Undone
By my losses;
Comply
Will I
With my crosses;
Yet still
I will
Not be grieving,
Since thence
And hence
Comes relieving.
But this
Sweet is
In our mourning;
Times bad
And sad
Are a-turning:
And he
Whom we
See dejected,
Next day
We may
See erected.
994. MORE MODEST, MORE MANLY.
'Tis still observ'd those men most valiant are,
That are most modest ere they come to war.
995. NOT TO COVET MUCH WHERE LITTLE IS
THE CHARGE.
Why should we covet much, whenas we know
W'ave more to bear our charge than way to go?
996. ANACREONTIC VERSE.
Brisk methinks I am, and fine
When I drink my cap'ring wine:
Then to love I do incline,
When I drink my wanton wine:
And I wish all maidens mine,
When I drink my sprightly wine:
Well I sup and well I dine,
When I drink my frolic wine;
But I languish, lower, and pine,
When I want my fragrant wine.