Yet underneath a loving myrtle’s shade,
  Hard by a purling stream supinely laid,
  When spring with fragrant flow’rs the earth has spread,
  And sweetest roses grow around our head;
  Envy’d by wealth and pow’r, with small expence
  We may enjoy the sweet delights of sense. 
  Who ever heard a fever tamer grown
  In cloaths embroider’d o’er, and beds of down. 
  Than in coarse rags? 
  Since then such toys as these
  Contribute nothing to the body’s ease,
  As honour, wealth, and nobleness of blood,
  ’Tis plain they likewise do the mind no good: 
  If when thy fierce embattell’d troops at land
  Mock-fights maintain; or when thy navies Hand
  In graceful ranks, or sweep the yielding seas,
  If then before such martial fights as these,
  Disperse not all black jealousies and cares,
  Vain dread of death, and superstitious fears
  Not leave thy mind; but if all this be vain,
  If the same cares, and dread, and fears remain,
  If Traytor-like they seize thee on the throne,
  And dance within the circle of a crown;
  If noise of arms, nor darts can make them fly,
  Nor the gay sparklings of the purple dye. 
  If they on emperors will rudely seize,
  What makes us value all such things as these,
  But folly, and dark ignorance of happiness? 
  For we, as boys at night, by day do fear
  Shadows as vain, and senseless as those are. 
  Wherefore that darkness, which o’erspreads our fouls,
  Day can’t disperse; but those eternal rules,
  Which from firm premises true reason draws,
  And a deep insight into nature’s laws.

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Arthur Maynwaring, Esq;

A Gentleman distinguished both for poetry and politics, as well as the gay accomplishments of life.  He was born at Ightfield, in the year 1668, and educated at the grammar-school at Shrewsbury, where he remained four or five years; and at about seventeen years of age, was removed to Christ’s Church in Oxford, under the tuition of Mr. George Smalridge, afterwards bishop of Bristol.  After he removed from Oxford, he went into Cheshire, where he lived several years with his uncle, Mr. Francis Cholmondley, a gentleman of great integrity and honour; but by a political prejudice, very averse to the government of William the IIId, to whom he refused to take the oaths, and instilled anti-revolution principles into his nephew,[1] who embraced them warmly; and on his first entry into life, reduced to practice what he held in speculation.  He wrote several pieces in favour of James the IId’s party:  amongst which was a Panegyric on that King.  He wrote another intitled the King of Hearts, to ridicule lord Delamere’s entry into London, at his first coming to town after the revolution.  This poem was said to be Dryden’s, who was charged with it by Mr. Tonson; but he disowned it, and told him it was written by an ingenious young gentleman, named Maynwaring, then about twenty two years of age.