On thee the calls, on thee her parent dear! And foon a flood of tears begins to flow; 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 fhow'r that does his cheek distain ? Or when from high she levels well her aim, The other tribe, aghaft, with fore dismay, By turns, aftony'd, ev'ry twig furvey, 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 XXIV. See to their feats they hye with merry glee, All but the wight of bum y-galled, he His grievous wrong; his dame's unjust beheft; And fcorns her offer'd love, and fhuns to be carefs'd. XXV. His face befprent with liquid crystal shines, Behind fome door, in melancholy thought, And 1 And deems it fhame, if he to peace inclines; Ah me! how much I fear left pride it be ! Yet nurs'd with skill, what dazling fruits appear! A little bench of heedlefs bishops here, And there a chancellour in embryo, Or bard fublime, if bard may e'er be fo, As Milton, Shakespeare, names that neʼer shall dye ! Nor weeting how the Mufe fhou'd foar on high, XXIX. And XXIX. And this perhaps, who, cens'ring the defign, Low lays the house which that of cards doth build, Shall Dennis be! if rigid fates incline, And many an Epick to his rage fhall yield; And many a poet quit th' Aonian field; And, four'd by age, profound he shall appear, As he who now with 'sdainful fury thrill'd Surveys mine work; and levels many a fncer, And furls his wrinkly front, and cries "What stuff is here?" XXX. But now Dan Phoebus gains the middle skie, -And Liberty unbars their prifon-door; And like a rushing torrent out they fly, And now the graffy cirque han cover'd o'er With boift'rous revel-rout and wild uproar; A thousand ways in wanton rings they run, Heav'n fhield their fhort-liv'd paftimes, I implore! For well may Freedom, erst so dearly won, Appear to British elf more gladsome than the fun. XXXI. Enjoy, poor imps! enjoy your sportive trade; And chafe gay flies, and cull the fairest flow'rs; ·. For when my bones in grafs-green fods are laid; For never may ye taste more careless hours In In knightly caftles, or in ladies bow'rs. But most in courts where proud Ambition tow'rs; Deluded wight! who weens fair peace can spring Beneath the pompous dome of kefar or of king. XXXII. See in each sprite fome various bent appear! Those faunt'ring on the green, with jocund leer Some building fragile tenements of clay; Some to the standing lake their courses bend, With pebbles fmooth at duck and drake to play; Thilk to the huxter's fav'ry cottage tend, In pastry kings and queens th' allotted mite to spend. XXXIII. Here, as each feafon yields a different store, Each season's ftores in order ranged been; Apples with cabbage-net y-cover'd o'er, Galling full fore th' unmoney'd wight are seen ; And goofe-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-lefs come there, Left fmit with ardent love he pine with hopeless care! 2 XXXIV. See! |