Classic Poem

The Second Part. To the same Tune .

I.

Whilst Impotent , tho' fill'd with Rage,
I grumbling gnaw my Chains;
Thy happy Muse , and youthful Age ,
Can sport amid'st thy Pains:
Around, round, round , with ringing Rhimes
Thou turn'st thy Wheel to thy own Chimes.
With a fa, la, la , &c.

II.

Amidst the Noise of Chains and Keys ,
Thou can'st of Cupid sing;
The Warders their hoarse Bawling cease,
And Drawers watch thy String.
So Storms t' ARION lent their Ears,
And Orpheus play'd midst Wolfs and Bears .
With a fa, la , &c.

III.

But thy more pow'rful Notes excell,
Whate'er the Poets say,
When Orpheus travel'd down to Hell
To fiddle his Wife away:
He only freed one Nymph from Pains;
Thon charm'st a Thousand into Chains.
With a fa, la , &c.

IV.

Thy Flame, amidst cold Walls, survives,
No Moment's Care neglects,
And ev'n when thou'rt dead, contrives
To please the Female Sex:
Thy unextinguish'd Sparks shall burn,
And Nymphs possess Thee in thy Urn.
With a fa, la , &c.

V.

Yet, trust me, Charles , when thou wast led
A Captive thro' the Street,
Those Females only came t' invade,
And finish thy Defeat:
Of all their conquering Charms berest,
Now glad to plunder what was left.
With a fa, la , &c.

VI.

Despis'd by Court and City Beaus
To see our Shew they came,
Amongst a few defenceless Foes,
To play an after Game;
From Golden Chains , and Garter'd Lords ,
To find a Slave amidst our Cords.
With a fa , &c.

VII.

Young Flora Warmth creates in Thee
When Beams around her play;
But She is coldest still to Me ,
When most serene and gay;
And thus the brightest Skies beget
In Winter Cold, in Summer Heat.
With a fa , &c.

VIII.

Let Bruma her old Opticks rub,
To shew her vain Desire,
And, artful, like Winstanly 's Tub,
At once spout Rain and Fire:
I neither will submit my Years,
To Flora 's Smiles, nor Bruma 's Tears,
With a fa, la , &c.

IX.

With hoary Age all fenc'd around,
Secure intrench'd I lie,
And Sixty Years still staunch are found
'Gainst Love's Artillery;
And thus encamp'd, like Northern Hosts ,
I safely rest in Snows and Frosts .
With a fa, la , &c.

X.

Thus jolly Thames , that us'd to bear
Upon his Curled Breast,
The charming Burthens of the Fair ,
Who seldom gave him rest;
Now, indolent, and free from Vice,
Sleeps, undisturb'd, in his own Ice .
With a fa, la , &c.

XI.

Then, since to Mars I'm captive made,
From Cupid I'll be free;
I will not, by my Strugglings, add
To my Captivity;
Nor groan beneath the tripple Ties ,
Of Age , and Chains , and Womens Eyes .
With a fa, la , &c.

XII.

In Mars' s Wars, whoe'er is rang'd,
Some Mercy may may obtain,
To conquer, or to be exchang'd,
If in the Battle ta'en;
But Love 's a Foe, so fierce, so fell!
The Tyrant fights without Cartell .