COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 165 �He Vow'd, that he wou'd marry her To-Morrow. Agen he Swears, to shun the present Storm, That he, To-Morrow, will that Vow perform. The Morrows in their due Successions came; Impatient still on Each, the pregnant Dame Urg'd him to keep his Word, and still he swore the same. When tir'd at length, and meaning no Redress, 10 �But yet the Lye not caring to confess, He for his Oath this Salvo chose to borrow, That he was Free, since there was no To-Morrow; For when it comes in Place to be employ'd, 'Tis then To-Day; To-Morrow's ne'er enjoy'd. The Tale's a Jest, the Moral is a Truth; To-Morrow and To-Morrow, cheat our Youth: In riper Age, To-Morrow still we cry, Not thinking, that the present Day we Dye ; Unpractised all the Good we had Designed; 20 �There's No To-Morrow to a Willing Mind �JUPITER AND THE FARMER �When Poets gave their God in Crete a Birth, Then Jupiter held Traffick with the Earth, And had a Farm to Lett: the Fine was high, For much the Treas'ry wanted a Supply, By Dana&'s wealthy Show'r exhausted quite, and dry. But Merc'ry, who as Steward kept the Court, So rack'd the Rent, that all who made Resort Unsatisfy'd return'd, nor could agree To use the Lands, or pay his secret Fee ; 'Till one poor Clown (thought subt'ler than the rest, 10 Thro' various Projects rolling in his Breast) Consents to take it, if at his Desire All Weathers tow'rds his Harvest may conspire; The Frost to kill the Worm, the brooding Snow, ��� �
