BAXTER'S POEMS. 139 That throat, his fellow-creatures did devour, Made sumptuous feasts his body to maintain, With pleasant liquors, many a merry hour, He did exhilarate both heart and brain. Those ears have heard jests, plays, and melody, Men's flattering praise, and many a merry song, The welcome news of their calamity, Whom wrath and malice did delight to wrong. , That mouth hath utter'd many a merry jest; . Vain worldly talk, strife, news, and feigned story, Oaths, lies, and wanton speeches, were its feast, Threats, and proud boasts, and scorning, were its glory. That nose delighted was with pleasant smell, That black and sallow skin was smooth and white; On eyes and countenance did grandeur dwell, The just ·did fly; the poor crouch'd at his sight. Those limbs could move; those hands had nimble joints, The.corpse \vhich now lies dead, did ride and run, All did perform what lust and pride appoints, Many successful actions he hath done. Manydeep-plodding thoughts that brainhathhatch'd, How to grow rich, and great, and have his will, For means and seasons, he hath wisely watch'd, All his desires and pleasures to fulfil. And'now what's left? to keep him from men's sight, . A shroud and coffin's all that he must have; And these unknown, afford him no delight, Bu.t serve their turn, who bririg him to~ grave.
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