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Earl of Rochester.

Which commonly’s a bleeding Heart,

A weeping Eye, or flaming Dart.

Here, on a Beach, like am’rous Sot,

I sometimes carve a True-love’s Knot ?

There, a tall Oak her Name does bear, , *

In a large spreading Character :

1 chose the fairest and the bestOs all the Grove ; amongst the rest,

I carv’d it on a lusty Pine,

Which wept a Pint of Turpentine ;

Such was the Terror of her Name,

By the Report of evil Fame ;

Who tired with immod'rate Flight,

Had lodg’d upon his Boughs all Night.

The wary T ree, who fear’d a Clap,

And knew the Virtue of its Sap,

Dropt Balsam into ev’ry Wound,

And in an Hour’s Time was found.

But you are unacquainted yet,

With half the Pow’r of Amoret ■

For {he can drink as well as .. —,

Her growing Empire still must thrive.

Our Hearts, weak Forts, we must resign,

When Beauty does its Forces joinWith Man’s strong Enemy, good Wine.

This I was told by Lord O-Brian,

A Man whose Word I much rely on;

He still kept Touch, and came down hitherWhen thou wert scar’d with the foul Weather:

But if thou would’st forgiven be,

Say that a Whore detained thee ;

■-whose strong Charms the World bewitches,

The Joy of Kings ! the Beggar’s Riches !

T he Courtier’s Business ! Statesman’s Leisure !

The tired Tinker’s Ease and Pleasure !

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