TO John Hartopp Esq Isaac Watts Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T82397 K067329.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Horæ lyricæ: Poems, chiefly of the lyric kind. In two books. ... By I. Watts. London Printed by S. and D. Bridge, for John Lawrence at the Sign of the Angel in the Poultrey. MDCCVI. 1706 pp. 194-197. [20],267,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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TO John Hartopp Esq July 1700. Youth and Pleasure tarry not . Casimire , Book 1. Ode 4. Imitated . Vive jucundae metuens juventae , &c. I. LIVE , my Dear HARTOPP , live to Day , Nor let the Sun look down and say , " Inglorious here he lies . Shake off your Ease , and send your Name To Immortality and Fame By ev'ry Hour that flies . II . Youth's a soft Scene , but trust her not , Her Airy Minutes swift as Thought Slide off the Slipp'ry Sphere ; Moons with their Months make hasty Rounds , The Sun has pass'd his Vernal Bounds And whirls about the Year . III . Let Folly dress in Green and Red , And Gird her Wast with flowing Gold , Knit blushing Roses round her Head , Alass ! the gaudy Colours fade , The Garment waxes old . HARTOPP , mark the withering Rose , And the pale Gold how dim it shows ! IV . Bright and lasting Bliss below Is all Romance and Dream , Only the Joys Coelestial flow In an Eternal Stream . The Pleasures that the Smiling Day With large Right hand bestows , Falsly her Left conveys away And shuffles in our Woes . So have I seen a Mother play And Cheat her Silly Child , She gave and took a Toy away , The Infant cry'd , and smil'd . V. Airy Chance and Iron Fate Hurry and Vex our Mortal State , And all the Race of Ills create ; Now fiery Joy , now sullen Grief Commands the Reins of Human Life , The Wheels impetuous roll ; The harnest Hours and Minutes strive , And Days with stretching Pinions drive down fiercely on the Goal . VI . Not half so fast the Gally flies O're the Venetian Sea , When Sails and Oars and laboring Skies Contend to make her Way . Swift Wings for all the flying Hours The God of Time prepares , The rest lie still yet in their Nest And grow for future Years .