Erastus, or, The Roman Prince

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Philantropus tells Puteus then inclusa

Medicus - son of an Irish man


"NOw fye upon him: What is Man,

Whose Life at best is but a Span?

When to an Inch it dwindles down;

Ice in his Bones, Snow on his Crown;

That he within his crazy Brain,

Kind thoughts of Love should entertain:

That he, when Harvest comes should Plow

And when 'tis time to Reap, go Sow;

Who (in Imagination only strong)

Though twice a Child, can never twice b• young

II.

Nature did those ordain for Fools,

That sue for Work, yet have no Tools: What fellow-feeling can there be, In such a strange disparitie? Old Age mistakes the youthful Breast; For Love dwells there, not Interest: Alas good Man! take thy repose, Get Ribband for thy Thumbs and Toes, Provide thee Flan•el, and a sheet of Lead; Think on thy Coffin, not thy Bridal Bed. (Song from priest in Tentamina) Empress threatens to leave between final sage stories

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