Bred up in fhambles, where our younglings flain
Erft taught him mifchief, and to sport with pain.
The father only filly sheep annoys,

The fon the fillier fhepherdefs deftroys.
Does fon or father greater mischief do
The fire is cruel, fo the fon is too.

"My plaint, ye laffes, with this burthen aid, "'Tis hard fo true a damfel dies a maid."

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Farewell, ye woods, ye meads, ye streams that flow; A fudden death fhall rid me of my woe.

This penknife keen my windpipe shall divide.
What! fhall I fall as fqueaking pigs have dy'd ?
No To fome tree this carcafe I'll fufpend.
But worrying curs find fuch untimely end!
I'll speed me to the pond, where the high stool
On the long plank hangs o'er the muddy pool,
That ftool, the dread of every fcolding quean;
Yet, fure a lover fhould not die fo mean!
There plac'd aloft, I'll rave and rail by fits,
Though all the parish say I 've loft my wits ;

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ΓΙΟ

Danis kiende. Iflandis kunna. Belgis kennen. This word is of general ufe, but not very common, though not unknown to the vulgar. Ken for profpicere is well known and used to difcover by the eye. RAY, F. R. S. "Nunc fcio quid fit amor, &c.

"Crudelis mater magis an puer improbus ille ?
"Improbus ille puer, crudelis tu quoque mater."

Ver. 99.

VIRG.

"Præceps aërii fpeculâ de montis in undas

"Deferar."

"And, by my

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And thence, if courage holds, myself I 'll throw,
And quench my paffion in the lake below.
"Ye laffes, cease your burthen, cease to moan,
cafe forewarn'd, go mind your own."
The fun was fet; the night came on apace,
And falling dews bewet around the place;
The bat takes airy rounds on leathern wings,
And the hoarfe owl his woful dirges fings;
The prudent maiden deems it now too late,
And till to-morrow comes defers her fate.

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THURSDAY;

THURSDAY;

OR,

THE SPELL.

HOBNELIA.

OBNELIA, feated in a dreary vale,

HOBN

In penfive mood rehears'd her piteous tale; Her piteous tale the winds in fighs bemoan, And pining Echo answers groan for groan. I rue the day, a rueful day I trow, The woeful day, a day indeed of woe! When Lubberkin to town his cattle drove, A maiden fine bedight he hapt to love; The maiden fine bedight his love retains, And for the village he forfakes the plains. Return, my Lubberkin, these ditties hear; Spells will I try, and spells fhall ease my care. "With my fharp heel I three times mark the ground, "And turn me thrice around, around, around."

When first the year I heard the cuckow fing, And call with welcome note the budding fpring, I ftraightway fet a-running with fuch hafte, Deborah that won the fmock scarce ran fo faft;

Ver 8. Dight or bedight, from the Saxon word dightan, which fignifies to jet in order.

Till

Till spent for lack of breath, quite weary grown,
Upon a rifing bank I sat adown,

Then doff'd my fhoe, and by my troth, I fwear,
Therein I fpy'd this yellow frizzled hair,

As like to Lubberkin's in curl and hue,
As if upon his comely pate it grew.

"With my fharp heel I three times mark the ground, "And turn me thrice around, around, around.” At eve laft Midfummer no fleep I fought,

But to the field a bag of hemp-feed brought ;
I fcatter'd round the feed on every fide,
And three times in a trembling accent cry'd,

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This hemp-feed with my virgin hand I fow, "Who fhall my true-love be, the crop fhall mow." I ftraight look'd back, and, if my eyes fpeak truth, With his keen fcythe behind me came the youth. "With my fharp heel I three times mark the ground, "And turn me thrice around, around, around."

Laft Valentine, the day when birds of kind Their paramours with mutual chirpings find; I rearly rofe, juft at the break of day,

Before the fun had chac'd the ftars away;

A-field I went, amid the morning dew

To milk my kine (for fo fhould hufwives do);
Thee firft I fpy'd; and the firft fwain we fee,

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In fpite of fortune, fhall our true-love be.

Sec, Lubberkin, each bird his partner take;

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And canft thou then thy fweetheart dear forfake?

Ver 21. Doff and don, contracted from the words do off and do on.

"With

"With my fharp heel I three times mark the ground, "And turn me thrice around, around, around." Laft May-day fair I fearch'd to find a fnail, That might my fecret lover's name reveal. Upon a goofeberry-bush a fnail I found (For always fnails near sweetest fruit abound). I feiz'd the vermine, whom I quickly fped, And on the earth the milk-white embers spread. Slow crawl'd the fnail, and, if I right can spell, In the foft afhes mark'd a curious L:

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Oh, may this wondrous omen lucky prove!

For L is found is Lubberkin and Love.

"With my sharp heel I three times mark the ground,

"And turn me thrice around, around, around."

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Two hazel-nuts I threw into the flame,
And to each nut I gave a fweet-heart's name;
This with the loudest bounce me fore amaz'd,
That in a flame of brightest colour blaz'd.
As blaz'd the nut, fo may thy paffion grow;
For 'twas thy nut that did fo brightly glow.

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"With my fharp heel I three times mark the ground,. "And turn me thrice around, around, around.” As peafcods once I pluck'd, I chanc'd to fee One that was clofely fill'd with three times three, Which when I cropp'd I fafely home convey'd, And o'er the door the fpell in fecret laid,

Ver. 64. -ἐγὼ δ' ἐπὶ Δέλφιδι δάφναν

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Ver. 66.

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αὐτὰ λακέει, μέγα καππυρίσασα. ΤHEOC.

Daphnis me malus urit, ego hanc in Daphnide."

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