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Epigrams.
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What's Honour?
Not to be captious; not unjustly fight;'Tis to confess what's wrong—and do what's right?
The Doctor and his Patient.
"Slept you well?" "Very well." "My draught did good.""It did no harm; for yonder it hath stood."
To a Young Gentleman.
Nature has done her part:—do thou but thine;Learning and sense let decency refine.For vain applause transgress not Virtue's rules:A witty sinner is the worst of fools.
Occasioned by the Words "One Prior" in Burnet's History.
One Prior!—and is this, this all the fameThe poet from the historian can claim?No; Prior's verse posterity shall quote,When 'tis forgot one Burnet ever wrote.
A Rhapsody.
As I walked by myself, I said to myself, And myself said again to me,Look to thyself, take care of thyself, For nobody cares for thee;Then said I to myself, and thus answered myself, With the self-same repartee,Look to thyself, or look not to thyself, 'Tis the self-same thing to me.
Shoes.
Our bodies are like shoes, which off we cast;Physic their cobbler is, and Death the last.
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