166 THE POEMS OP ANNE �The filling Rains may come, and Phoebus glow. �The Terms accepted, sign'd and seal'd the Lease, �His Neighbours Grounds afford their due Encrease �The Care of Heav'n; the Owner's Cares may cease. �Whilst the new Tenant, anxious in his Mind, �Now asks a Show'r, now craves a rustling Wind 20 �To raise what That had lodg'd, that he the Sheaves may �bind. �The Sun, th'o'er-shadowing Clouds, the moistning Dews He with such Contrariety does chuse ; So often and so oddly shifts the Scene, Whilst others Load, he scarce has what to Glean. �O Jupiter! with Famine pinch'd he cries, No more will I direct th' unerring Skies ; No more my Substance on a Project lay, No more a sullen Doubt I will betray, Let me but live to Reap, do Thou appoint the way. 30 �FOR THE BETTER �Imitated from Sir Roger L' 'Estrange �A Quack, to no true Skill in Physick bred, With frequent visits cursed his Patient's Bed; Enquiring, how he did his Broths digest, How chim'd his Pulse, and how he took his Rest: If shudd'ring Cold by Burnings was pursu'd, And at what time the Aguish Fit renew'd. The warning Wretch, each day become more faint, In like proportion doubles his Complaint ; Now swooning Sweats he begs him to allay, Now give his Lungs more liberty to play, 10 �And take from empty'd Veins these scorching Heats away: ��� �
