« ПредишнаНапред »
On thee she calls, on thee her parent dear!
And foon a flood of tears begins to flow ;
XXII. But ah! what pen his piteous plight may trace ? Or what device his loud laments explain ? The form uncouth of his disguised face? The pallid hue that dyes his looks amain ? The plenteous show'r that does his cheek distain ? When he, in abject wise, implores the dame, Ne hopeth ought of sweet reprieve to gain ;
Or when from high she levels well her aim, And, thro the thatch, his crieseach falling stroke proclaim,
XXIII. The other tribe, aghaft, with fore dismay, Attend, and conn their tasks with mickle care : By turns, aftony'd, ev'ry twig survey, And, from their fellow's hateful wounds, beware; Knowing, I wift, how each the fame may share ; Till Fear has taught them a performance meet, And to the well-known cheft the dame repair;
Whence oft with sugar'd cates she doth 'em greet, And ginger-bread y-rare; now, certes, doubly fweet !
XXIV. See to their seats they hye with merry glee, And in beseemly order sitten there ; All but the wight of bum y-galled, he Abhorreth bench and ftool, and fourm, and chair ; (This hand in mouth y-fix'd, that rends his hair ;) And eke with snubs profound, and heaving breast, Convulsions intermitting ! does declare
His grievous wrong; his dame's unjust beheft ; And scorns her offer'd love, and shuns to be caress’d.
the hard bofoms of despotick pow'r !
Yet hence the youth, and hence the flow'r, shall claim, If so I deem aright, transcending worth and fame.
And deems it shame, if he to peace inclines;
And still the more to pleasure him she's bent, The more doth he, perverse, her haviour past resent.
XXVII. Ah me! how much I fear left pride it be! But if that pride it he, which thus inspires, Beware, ye dames, with nice discernment see, Ye quench not too the sparks of nobler fires : Ah! better far than all the Muses' lyres, All coward arts, is valour's gen'rous heat; The firm fixt breast which Fit and Right requires,
Like Vernon's patriot foul ; more juftly great Than craft that pimps for ill, or flow'ry false deceit.
XXVIII. Yet nurs'd with skill, what dazling fruits appear! Ev'n now fagacious Foresight points to show A little bench of heedless bishops here, And there a chancellour in embryo, Or bard sublime, if bard may e'er be so, As Milton, Shakespeare, names that ne'er shall dye ! Tho' now he crawl along the ground fo low,
Nor weeting how the Muse thou'd foar on high, Wisneth, poor starving elf! his paper-kite may fly.
many a poet quit th' Aonian field;
Surveys mine work; and levels many a fneer,
For well may Freedom, erst so dearly won,
In knightly castles, or in ladies bow'rs.
Deluded wight! who weens fair peace can spring Beneath the pompous dome of kesar or of king.
XXXII. See in each sprite fome various bent appear ! These rudely carol most incondite lay ; Those faunt'ring on the green, with jocund leer Salute the stranger passing on his way ; Some building fragile tenements of clay; Some to the standing lake their courses bend, With pebbles smooth at duck and drake to play ;
Thilk to the huxter's fav'ry cottage tend,
O may no wight e'er penny-less come there,
XXXIV. See !