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On thee the calls, on thee her parent dear!
(Ah! too remote to ward the shameful blow !)
She fees no kind domeftick 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 fhow'r that does his cheek distain ?
When he, in abject wife, 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 cries each falling ftroke proclaim.
XXIII.

The other tribe, aghaft, with fore dismay,
Attend, and conn their tasks with mickle care :

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!

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XXIV.

See to their feats they hye with merry glee,
And in befeemly order fitten there;

All but the wight of bum y-galled, he
Abhorreth bench and stool, and fourm, and chair
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(This hand in mouth y-fix'd, that rends his hair ;)
And eke with fnubs profound, and heaving breast,
Convulfions intermitting! does declare

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,
His blooming face that feems a purple flow'r,
Which low to earth its drooping head declines,
All smear'd and fully'd by a vernal show'r.
O the hard bofoms of defpotick pow'r!
All, all, but she, the author of his fhame,
All, all, but she, regret this mournful hour :
Yet hence the youth, and hence the flow'r, shall claim,
If fo I deem aright, tranfcending worth and fame.
XXVI.

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

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And deems it fhame, if he to peace inclines;
And many a fullen look ascance is fent,
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 be, which thus inspires,
Beware, ye dames, with nice difcernment fee,
Ye quench not too the fparks of nobler fires:
Ah! better far than all the Mufes' lyres,
All coward arts, is valour's gen'rous heat;
The firm fixt breaft which Fit and Right requires,
Like Vernon's patriot foul; more justly great
Than craft that pimps for ill, or flow'ry falfe deceit.
XXVIII.

Yet nurs'd with skill, what dazling fruits appear!
Ev'n now fagacious Forefight points to show

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 !
Tho' now he crawl along the ground fo low,

Nor weeting how the Mufe fhou'd foar on high,
Wifheth, poor ftarving elf! his paper-kite may fly.

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.

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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

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In knightly caftles, or in ladies bow'rs.
O vain to feek 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 kefar 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 paffing on his way;

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!

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XXXIV. See!

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