Графични страници
PDF файл
[ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors][merged small]


Lib. 6. Ep. 24. Imitated.

By the Same.
OME, Chloe, and give me sweet kisses,

For sweeter sure never girl gave:
But why in the midst of my blisses

Do you ak me how many I'd have?
I'm not to be stinted in pleasure,

Then prythee my charmer be kind,
For whilft I love thee above measure,

To numbers I'll ne'er be confin'd.
Count the bees that on Hybla are playing,

Count the flow'rs that enamel its fields,
Count the flocks that on Tempe are ftraying,

Or the grain that rich Sicily yields;
Go number the stars in the heaven,

Count how many sands on the shore,
When so many kiffes you've given

I ftill shall be craving for more.
To a heart full of love let me hold thee,

To a heart which, dear Chloe, is thine ;
With my arms I'll for ever unfold thee,
And twist round thy limbs like a vine.


[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

What joy can be greater than this is?

My life on thy lips shall be spent;
But the wretch that can number his kisses

With few will be ever content.

***************************** The Progress of DISCONTENT.


Written at Oxford in the Year 1746.

WHEN now mature in claffic knowledge


The joyful youth is sent to college,
His father comes, a vicar plain,
At Oxford bred-in Anna's reign,
And thus in form of humble fuitor
Bowing accosts a reverend tutor.

Sir, I'm a Glo'stershire divine,
“ And this my eldest fon of nine ;
My wife's ambition and my own
“ Was that this child fhould wear a gown:
I'll warrant that his good behaviour
“ Will justify your future favour :
“ And for his parts, to tell the truth,
“ My son's a very forward youth;
“ Has Horace all by heart--you'd wonder
" And mouths out Homer's Greek like thunder.

If you'd examine-and admit him,
“ A scholarship would nicely fit him:

" That

[ocr errors]

to That he succeeds 'tis ten to one;
" Your vote and intereft, Sir !.---'Tis done."

Our pupil's hopes, tho' twice defeated,
Are with a scholarship compleated :
A scholarship but half maintains,
And college rules are heavy chains :
dark he smokes and

A prey to discipline and duns ;
And now intent on new designs,
Sighs for a fellowship and fines.

When nine full tedious winters past,
That utmost with is crown'd at laft:
But the rich prize no sooner got,
Again he quarrels with his lot:
“ These fellowships are pretty things,
“ We live indeed like petty kings:
“ But who can bear to waste his whole age
“ Amid the dullness of a college,
“ Debarr'd the common joys of life,
“ And that prime bliss-a loving wife!
" O! what's a table richly spread
" Without a woman at its head !
Would fome snug benefice but fall,
Ye feasts, ye dinners ! farewel all!
« To offices I'd bid adieu,
66 Of dean, vice præs.-

-of burfar too ;
Come joys, that rural quiet yields,
" Come, tythes, and house, and fruitful fields !"



Too fond of liberty and ease
A patron's vanity to please,
Long time he watches, and by stealth,
Each frail incumbent's doubtful health ;
At length and in his fortieth year,
A living drops--two hundred clear!
With breast elate beyond expression,
He hurries down to take poffeffion,
With rapture views the sweet retreat-
" What a convenient house! how neat!
« For fuel here's sufficient wood :

Pray God the cellars may be good!
“ The garden--that must be new plann'd
• Shall these old fashion'd yew-trees stand?
O'er yonder vacant plot shall rise
“ The flow'ry shrub of thousand dies:
“ Yon' wall, that feels the southern say,
« Shall bluth with ruddy fruitage gay:
6 While thick beneath its aspect warm
“ O'er well-rang'd hives the bees shall swarm,
“ From which, ere long, of golden gleam
“ Metheglin's luscious juice shall stream:
« This awkward hut, o'er-growa with ivy,
“ We'll alter to a modern privy :
Up yon' green slope, of hazels trim,
“ An avenue so cool and dim,
“ Shall to an arbour, at the end,
“ In spite of gout, intice a friend.

« My

“ My predeceffor lov'd devotion
“ But of a garden had no notion.”

Continuing this fantastic farce on,
He now commences country parson.
To make his character entire,
He weds—a cousin of the '{quire;
Not over weighty in the purse,

doctors have done worse :
And tho' fhe boast no charms divine,
Yet she can carve and make birch wine.

Thus fixt, content he taps his barrel, Exhorts his neighbours not to quarrel ; Finds his church wardens have discerning Both in good liquor and good learning; With tythes his barns replete he fees, And chuckles o'er his surplice fees; Studies to find out latent dues, And regulates the state of pews ; Rides a fleek mare with purple housing, To share the monthly club's carousing ; Of Oxford pranks f..cetious tells, And—but on Sundays-hears no bells; Sends presents of his choicest fruit, And prunes himself each sapless shoot, Plants colliflow'rs, and boasts to rear The earliest melons of the year; Thinks alteration charming work is, Keeps Bantam cocks, and feeds his turkies;

« ПредишнаНапред »