And whirl'd in the round as the wheel turn'd about, He found riches had wings, and knew man was but [dust. vl. This verse, little polish'd, tho' mighty sincere, And no mortal yet knows if this may be true. VII. Fierce robbers there are that infest the highway, So Matt may be kill'd, and his bones never found; Faise witness at court, and fierce tempests at sea, So Matt may yet chance to be hang'd or be drown'd. VIII. If his bones lie in earth, roll in sea, fly in air, To Fate we must yield, and the thing is the same; And if passing thou giv'st him a smile or a tear, He cares not-yet pr'ythee be kind to his fame. OF PRIOR, VOL. THE SECOND. EPISTLES. An epistle to Fleetwood Shephard, Esq. 1689. Page Ad virum doctissimum, et amicum, dominum Sa- To ditto, Presented to the King, at his arrival in Holland, To a child of quality. Five years old, 1704, the 10 ib. 15 To the Countess of Exeter, playing on the lute, 16 To the Countess of Dorset. Written in her Milton, 18 To the Lady Dursley, on the same subject, To my Lord Buckhurst, very young, playing with a cat, To the Lady Elizabeth Harley, since Marchioness of Carmarthen, on a column of her drawing, 26 |