CCCXXXVII. THE PETTIFOGGER. No cause nor client fat will Quillus leese, grease For this; that wins, for whom he holds his peace. CCCXXXVIII. ON ST. PETER'S CUTTING OFF MALCHUS'S EAR. Well, Peter, dost thou wield thy active sword, CCCXXXIX. STEERING BY THE TAIL. As Sir Toby reel'd home, with his skin full of wine, To his house in Vine, square, from his friends at the He snuff'd the fresh air, and his noddle turn'd round; But this retrogade knight ne'er alter'd his pace, And, gaining ground backwards, found out the right place. The sot's mathematics at length did prevail, And Sir Toby steer'd home, by the help of his tail. CCCXL. THE UNREASONABLE. Fickle is vext at heart, he says, to see His Lydia look on him so scurvily: Thou art a most unconscionable man, Would'st have the wench look better than she can ? CCCXLI. ON A MARRIED STATE. The bed unchaste, the harlot's eye, Awhile their captives may allure; Beauty, and guiltless love supply Where hearts, by virtue warm'd, unite, And lessens ev'ry woe and pain. CCCXLII. FROM THE FRENCH. I die with sadness, if the blushing fair way Fall by the wound, or perish by the cure! CCCXLIII. ON APICIUS, WOUNDED IN HIS OLD AGE BY LOVE. Hoary Apicius, like Sicilia's mount, Tho' winter veils its venerable front, Tho' its grave head is cover'd o'er with snow, Yet labours with incessant fires below. CCCXLIV. TO AN OXFORD PHENOMENON. Oxford, for all thy fops and smarts How little can this son receive! Long, long they feed before they taste; And good digestion comes the last. But his vast mind completely form'd, CCCXLV. AGE INCURABLE. Phillis, you boast of perfect health in vain, |