. HALL I abide this jesting? I weep, and she's a feasting! O cruel Fancy! that so doth blind me Can I abide this prancing? I weep, and she's a dancing! HE sturdy rock, for all his strength, The steel obeyeth the hammer's stroke; The stately stag that seems so stout 396 W LYRICS, ELEGIES, &C. [Ed. by R. Alison. HAT if a day, or a month, or a year Crown thy delights with a thousand sweet contentings! Cannot a chance of a night or an hour Cross thy desires with as many sad tormentings? Earth's but a point to the world, and a Man As to triumph in a silly point's adventure? AH is hazard that we have! there is nothing biding! Days of pleasure are like streams through fair meadows gliding! Weal and woe, time doth go! time is never turning! Secret fates guide our states, both in mirth and mourning! [THOMAS CAMPION, M.D.] ACCOUNT OF THE TORMENTS, THE French Protestants endure aboard the GALLEY S. By JOHN BION, heretofore Priest and Curate of the parish of Ursy, in the Province of Burgundy; and Chaplain to the Superbe Galley, in the French Service. LONDON, Printed for JOHN MORPHEW, Stationers' Hall. near 1708. MAY IT PLEASE YOUR MAJESTY ! N GRATITUDE to those wretches, whose heroic constancy raised in me that admiration which was the first cause of my happy conversion; I humbly lay at your Majesty's feet, an Account of their Sufferings. Their only hopes, under GOD, are in your Majesty! the glorious defender and ornament of their faith. The charity by which you support such numbers of their brethren in your dominions, the concern you have expressed for the pressures the French churches labour under, and the zeal for their restoration to their ancient splendour, leave no room to doubt of your Majesty's generous intentions. And that Providence, which watches over your sacred person, and distinguishes your reign by so many exploits, both at home and abroad, from those of your most glorious ancestors, will, no doubt, reward your piety, and enable your |