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On thee she calls, on thee her parent dear!
(Ah! too remote to ward the shameful blow !)
She sees no kind domestick visage near,

And foon a flood of tears begins to flow ;
And gives a loose at last to unavailing woe.

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.

His face besprent with liquid crystal shines,
His blooming face that seems a purple flow'r,
Which low to earth its drooping head declines,
All smear'd and fully'd by a vernal show'r.

the hard bofoms of despotick pow'r !
All, all, but she, the author of his shame,
All, all, but she, regret'this mournful hour :

Yet hence the youth, and hence the flow'r, shall claim, If so I deem aright, transcending worth and fame.

Behind fome door, in melancholy thought,
Mindless of food, he, dreary caitiff! pines ;
Ne for his fellow's joyaunce careth ought,
But to the wind all merriment resigns ;


And deems it shame, if he to peace inclines;
And many a sullen look afcance is sent,
Which for his dame's annoyance he designs ;

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.


And this perhaps, who, cens’ring the design,
Low lays the house which that of cards doth build,
Shall Dennis be! if rigid fates incline,"
And many an Epick to his rage shall yield;

many a poet quit th' Aonian field;
And, four'd by age, profound he shall appear,
As he who now with 'sdainful fury thrillid

Surveys mine work; and levels many a fneer,
And furls his wrinkly front, and cries “What stuff is here???

But now Dan Phæbus gains the middle skie,
- And Liberty unbars their prison-door;
And like a rushing torrent out they fly,
And now the grassy cirque han cover'd o'er
With boift'rous revel-rout and wild uproar;
A thousand ways in wanton rings they run,
Heav'n shield their short-liv'd paftimes, I implore !

For well may Freedom, erst so dearly won,
Appear to British elf more gladsome than the sun.

Enjoy, poor imps ! enjoy your sportive trade ;
And chase gay flies, and cull the fairest flow'rs ;
For when my bones in grass-green fods are laid;
For never may ye tafte more careless hours

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In knightly castles, or in ladies bow'rs.
O vain to seek delight in earthly thing !
But most in courts where proud Ambition tow'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,
In pastry kings and queens th' allotted mite to spenda

Here, as each seafon yields a different store,
Each season's stores in order ranged been ;
Apples with cabbage-net y-cover'd o'er,
Galling full sore th' unmoney'd wight are seen;
And goose-b'rie clad in liv'ry red or green ;
And here of lovely dye, the Cath'rine pear,
Fine pear! as lovely for thy juice, I ween:

O may no wight e'er penny-less come there,
Left smit with ardent love he pine with hopeless care!


XXXIV. See !

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