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Reaums shall daunce honde in honde*,
And it shall be merye in old Inglonde,
Then old Inglonde shall be no more,
And no man shall be forie therefore.
Geryon + shall have three hedes agayne,
Till Hapsburge | makyth them but twayne.

A DESCRIPTION OF Τ Η Ε M O R N I N G. 1709. NOW hardly here and there an hackney.coach

Appearing, snewid the ruddy morn's approach.
Now Betty from her master's bed had flown,
And softly stole to discompose her own;
The slipshod 'prentice from his master's door
Had par’d the dirt, and sprinkled round the floor.
Now Moll had whirld her mop with dextrous airs,
Prepar’d to scrub the entry and the stairs.
The youth with broomy stumps began to trace
The kennel's edge, where wheels had worn the place.
The small-coal-man was heard with cadence deep
Till drown'd in shriller notes of chimney-sweep :
Duns at his Lordship's gate began to meet ;
And brick-dust Moll had scream'd through half the street.
The turnkey now his flock returning sees,
Duly let out a-nights to steal for fees :
The watchful bailiffs take their filent stands,
And school-boys lag with satchels in their hands.

By the Union. + A king of Spain Nain by Hercules.
The Archduke Charles was of the Hapsburg family.


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In Imitation of Virgil's Georgics. 1710.

AREFUL observers may foretel the hour

(By sure prognostics) when to dread a fhower.
While rain depends, the penfive cát gives o'er
Her frolicks, and pursues her tail no more.
Returning home at night, you 'll find the link
Strike your offended sense with double stink.
If you be wise, then go not far to dine ;
You 'll spend in coach-hire more than fave in wine.
A coming shower your shooting corns presage,
Old aches will throb, your hollow tooth will rage ;
Sauntering in coffee-house is Dulman seen ;
He damns the climate, and complains of fleen.

Meanwhile the fouth, rifing with dabbled wings,
A fable cloud athwart the welkin flings,
That swill’d more liquor than it could contain,
And, like a drunkard, gives it up again.
Brisk Susan whips her linen from the rope,
While the first drizzling hower is borne aflope :
Such is that sprinkling which fome careless quear
Flirts on you from her mop, but not fo clean :
You fly, invoke the gois; then, turning, stop
To rail; she, finging, itill whirls on her mop.
Not yet t'ie duft had thun:'d th’ unequal ftrite,
But, aided by the wind, fought ftill for life,


And, wafted with its foe by violent gust,
'Twas doubtful which was rain, and which was dust.
Ah! where must needy poet seek for aid,
When duft and rain at once his coat invade ?
Sole coat! where dust cemented by the rain
Erects the nap, and leaves a cloudy stain!

Now in contiguous drops the flood comes down,
Threatening with deluge this devoted town.
To shops in crouds the daggled females fly,
Pretend to cheapen goods, but nothing buy.
The templar spruce, while every spout 's abroach,
Stays till ’tis fair, yet seems to call a coach.
The tuck’d-up semstress walks with hafty strides,
While streams run down her oil'd umbrella's fides.
Here various kinds, by various fortunes led,
Commence acquaintance underneath a shed.
Triumphant Tories and desponding Whigs
Forget their feuds, and join to save their wigs.
Box'd in a chair, the beau impatient sits,
While spouts run clattering o'er the roof by fits,
And ever and anon with frightful din
The leather sounds; he trembles from within.
So when Troy chairmen bore the wooden steed,
Pregnant with Greeks impatient to be freed,
(Those bully Greeks, who, as the moderns do,
Instead of paying chairmen, ran them through),
Laocoon struck the outside with his spear,
And each imprison’d hero quak'd for fear.

Now from all parts the swelling kennels flow,
And bear their trophies with thom-as they go :


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Filths of all hues and odours seem to tell
What street they fail'd from by their fight and smell.
They, as each torrent drives, with rapid force,
From Smithfield or St 'Pulchre's shape their course,
And in huge confluence join'd at Snowhill ridge,
Fall from the conduit prone to Holbourn bridge.
Sweepings from butchers' stalls, dung, gurs, and

blood, Drown'd puppies, stinking sprats, all drench'd in


Dead cats, and turnip-tops, come tumbling down

the food.


of CASTLENOCK. 1710.

WHOEVER pleaseth to enquire

Why yonder steeple wants a spire,

old fellow poet * Joe
The philosophic cause will fhow.
Once on time a western blaft
At least twelve inches overcaft,
Reckoning roof, weathercock, and all,
Which came with a prodigious fall;
And tumbling topsy-turvy round
Light with its bottom on the ground.
For, by the laws of gravitation,
It fell into its proper station.

* Mr. Beaumont of Trim.




This is the little strutting pile,
You see just by the church-yard stile;
The walls in tumbling gave a knock;
And thus the steeple got a fhock ;
From whence the neighbouring farmer calls,
The steeple, Knock; the vicar, * Walls.

The vicar once a weck creeps in,
Sits with his knees up to his chin;
Here conns his notes, and takes a whet,
'Till the small ragged flock is met.

A traveller, who by did pass,
Observ'd the roof behind the grass;
On tiptoe stood, and rear'd his snout,
And saw the parson creeping out;
Was much surpriz’d to see a crow
Venture to build his nest so low.

A school-boy ran unto't, and thought,
The crib was down, the blackbird caught.
A third, who lost his way by night,
Was forc'd for safety to alight,
And, stepping o'er the fabric-roof,
His horse had like to spoil his hoof.

Warburton + took it in his noddle,
This building was design'd a model
Or of a pigeon-house or oven,
To bake one loaf, and keep one dove in.

Then Mrs Johnson I gave her verdict, And every one was pleas’d that heard it : * Archdeacon Wall, a correspondent of Swift's. + Dr. Swift's curate at Laracor. I Stella.

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