And trembling vows, she'll ne'er again Once more at least look back, said I; But when vain doubt and groundless fear Tell me the rising storm is nigh: Deformed by winds, and dashed by rain; Shipwrecked, in vain to land I make; I chide thee first, and then obey. Wretched when from thee, vexed when nigh, I with thee, or without thee, die. EUPHELIA AND CLOE. The merchant, to secure his treasure, My softest verse, my darling lyre, Upon Euphelia's toilet lay; When Cloe noted her desire, That I should sing, that I should play. My lyre I tune, my voice I raise; But with my numbers mix my sighs: And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise, I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes. Fair Cloe blushed: Euphelia frowned: I sung and gazed: I played and trembled: And Venus to the Loves around Remarked how ill we all dissembled. THE LADY TO VENUS. Venus, take my votive glass, LOVE DISARMED. Beneath a myrtle's verdant shade Still lay the god; the nymph, surprised, Yet mistress of herself, devised Her bodice half-way she unlaced; The god awakes; and thrice in vain Fluttering, the god, and weeping, said:- Who strayed, alas! but knew too well "To me pertains not," she replies, For harm was meant, and harm to me." "Vain fears that vex thy virgin heart! "Agreed: secure my virgin heart; Thus she the captive did deliver; The god, disarmed, e'er since that day Flies round, or sits upon her breast, A little, fluttering, idle guest. E'er since that day the beauteous maid Gives grief, or pleasure; spares, or kills. FULL DISCHARGE. To John I owed great obligation; To publish it to all the nation; So John and I are more than quit. DEMOCRITUS AND HERACLITUS. Democritus, dear droll, revisit earth, And with our follies glut thy heightened mirth; In louder grief our greater crimes to mourn. MISINFORMED. When Bibo thought fit from the world to retreat, died." THE GRUMBLING HIVE, OR KNAVES TURNED HONEST. BY BERNARD MANDEVILLE. [BERNARD MANDEVILLE, ethical speculator and satirist, was born 1670, at Rotterdam; studied and took M.D. at the University of Leyden; and settled in London as a physician in 1691. The popular resentment over the corruptions incident to the War of the Spanish Succession led him, in 1705, to publish the skit "The Grumbling Hive," a half-serious paradox whose moral was afterwards digested as "Private vices are public benefits." His rejoinders to attacks upon it drew him on to maintain this principle as a serious basis of society, in "An inquiry into the Origin of Moral Virtue" (1714), and “A Search into the Origin of Society (1723), etc., aimed at Shaftesbury; and it fills a large space in the ethical speculation of the eighteenth century. He wrote other works, medical and general, not now important. Died 1733.] A SPACIOUS hive well flockt with bees, And yet as famed for laws and arms These insects lived like men, and all Ships, castles, arms, artificers, Craft, science, shop or instrument, But they had an equivalent; Which, since their language is unknown, Must be called as we do our own. As grant, that among other things, They wanted dice, yet they had kings; And those had guards: from whence we may Unless a regiment be shown Of soldiers that make use of none. Vast numbers thronged the fruitful hive. Whilst other millions were employed Some with vast stocks and little pains, Where willing wretches daily sweat, And wear out strength and limbs to eat: To which few folks bind 'prentices, That want no stock but that of brass, With downright working, cunningly Of their good-natured heedless neighbor. The grave industrious were the same: All trades and places knew some cheat, No calling was without deceit. The lawyers, of whose art the basis Was raising feuds and splitting cases, Opposed all registers, that cheats Might make more work with dipt estates; As wer't unlawful that one's own Without a lawsuit should be known. They kept off hearings wilfully, To finger the refreshing fee; And to defend a wicked cause, To find out where they'd best break through. |