Streets, narrow ones to be avoided, Stockings, how to prevent their being fpattered, ii. 91 ii. 247 Snowy weather, Shoes, how to free them from fnow, ii. 320 ii. 325 Snow-balls, coachmen pelted with them, ii. 329 Schoolboys, mifchievous in frofty weather, ii. 33 Sempftrefs, the description of her in a frosty morning, Thefeus in the labyrinth of Crete, Trivia, the Goddess of streets and highways, invoked, Trades prejudicial to walkers, Tradesmen, in what to be trufted, i5 ii. 25 ii. 71 ii. 83 ii. 244 Thames-street, Trades Trades offenfive to the fmell, ii. 246 Tea-drinkers, a neceffary caution to them, ii. 296 Thames, coaches driven over it, ii. 365 Thaw, the description of one, ii. 400. Thursday, by what obfervations to know it, ii. 408 ii. 486 Titian, Trivia invoked as Cynthia, Turn-ftiles, iii. 107 Tragedies, their fate, iii. 414 U metamorphofed to a country farrier, Upholder, where he frequents, W Winter, the beginning of it described, Weather, figns of cold, figns of fair, figns of rainy, Witney broad-cloth proper for horsemen, Wig compared to Alecto's fnakes, to Glaucus's beard, what to be worn in a mist, i. 2 i. 133 i. 143 i. 157 i. 47 i. 202 i. 205 i. 125 Waterman, ii. 515 ii. 551 Walking advantageous to learning, Women, the ill consequence of gazing on them, iii. 101 Wheel-barrows, how they prejudice walkers, iii 107 MAD And frankly own I should long fince have writ. You told me, filence would be thought a crime, Refolv'd Refolv'd to write, the noble theme I chofe, "Aid me, bright Phoebus! aid, ye facred Nine! "Exalt my genius, and my verse refine. My ftrains with Carolina's name I grace, "The lovely parent of our royal race. "Breathe foft, ye winds! ye waves, in filence fleep! "Let profperous breezes wanton o'er the deep, "Swell the white fails, and with the ftreamers play, "To waft her gently o'er the watery way.” Here I to Neptune form'd a pompous prayer, To rein the winds, and guard the Royal Fair; Bid the blue Tritons found their twifted fhells, And call the Nereids from their pearly cells. Thus my warm zeal had drawn the Muse along, Yet knew no method to conduct her song : I then refolv'd fome model to purfue, Perus'd French criticks, and began anew. Long open panegyrick drags at best, And praife is only praife when well addrefs'd. Straight Horace for fome lucky ode I fought: And all along I trac'd him thought by thought. This new performance to a friend I show'd : For fhame fays he; what, imitate an ode! I'd rather ballads write, and Grub-street lays, Than pillage Cæfar for my patron's praise : One common fate all imitators fhare, To fave mince-pies, and cap the grocer's ware. Vex'd at the charge, I to the flames commit Rhymes, fimilies, Lords' names, and ends of wit; |