With a new Study, stuffed full of Pamphlets and Plays; With a new Chaplain, that swears faster than he prays; With a new Buttery-hatch, that opens once in four or five days;

With a new French Cook, to make kickshaws and toys. Like a Young Courtier of the King's, &c.

With a new fashion, when Christmas is come,

With a journey up to London. 'We must be gone!
And leave nobody at home, but our new Porter JOHN ;
Who relieves the poor, with a thump on the back with
a stone.'

Like a Young Courtier of the King's, &c.

With a Gentleman Usher, whose carriage is complete. With a Footman, a Coachman, a Page to carry meat. With a Waiting Gentlewoman, whose dressing is very neat; Who, when the Master hath dined, gives the servants little meat, Like a Young Courtier of the King's, &c.

With a new honour, bought with his father's old gold;
That many of his father's old Manors hath sold.
And this is the occasion that most men do hold,
That Good Housekeeping is nowadays grown so cold.
Like a Young Courtier of the King's,
O, the King's Young Courtier !

EVEN such is Time! which takes in trust Our Youth, our age, and all we have; And pays us but with age and dust! Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days!

And from the earth, the grave, and dust; The LORD shall raise me up, I trust!

TOBACCO 's a Musician;
And in a Pipe delighteth!
It descends in a Close,

Through the Organ of the nose,
With a relish that inviteth!

This makes me sing, 'So ho! ho!
So ho! ho! boys!'

'Ho! boys!' sound I loudly!
Earth ne'er did breed

Such a jovial weed;
Whereof to boast so proudly!

Tobacco 's a Lawyer!

His pipes do love Long Cases!
When our brains it enters,

Our feet do make Indentures;

Which we Seal with stamping paces. This makes me sing, So ho! ho! &c.

Tobacco 's a Physician!

Good both for sound and sickly.

'Tis a hot perfume,

That expels cold rheum;

And makes it flow down quickly.

This makes me sing, So ho! ho! &c.

Tobacco 's a Traveller!

Come from the Indies hither.
It passed sea and land

Ere it came to my hand;

And 'scaped the wind and weather.
This makes me sing, So ho! ho! &c.

Tobacco is a Critic!

That still old paper turneth;
Whose labour and care

Is as smoke in the air,

That ascends from a rag when it burneth! This makes me sing, So ho! ho! &c.

Tobacco 's an Ignis fatuus!

A fat and fiery vapour,

That leads men about

Till the fire be out; Consuming like a taper!

This makes me sing, So ho! ho! &c.

And cries Huff Snuff!' with fury.
His pipe is his Club and Link!
He's the Visor that does drink!

Thus armed, I fear not a Jury!

This makes me sing, So ho! ho! &c.

THE SACRIFICE TO APOLLO.

PRIESTS of APOLLO! Sacred be the room For this learned meeting! Let no barbarous Groom (How brave soe'er he be!)

Attempt to enter!

But of the Muses free,

None here may venture!

This for the Delphian Prophets is prepared;
The profane vulgar are from hence debarred!

And since the Feast so happily begins;
Call up those fair Nine, with their violins!
They are begot by Jove;

Then let us place them,

Where no Clown in may shove,
That may disgrace them!

But let them near to young APOLLO sit;
So shall his foot-pace overflow with wit!

Where be the Graces? Where be those fair Three? In any hand, they may not absent be!

They to the Gods are dear!

And they can humbly

Teach us, ourselves to bear,

And do things comely.

They, and the Muses, rise both from one stem:
They grace the Muses; and the Muses, them!