Графични страници
PDF файл

One's credit, however, of course will grow bet

ter ;

You, who can frame a tuneful song,
And hum it as you ride along ;
And, trotting on the king's high-way,
Snatch from the hedge a sprig of bay ;
Accept this verse, howe'er it flows,
From one that is your friend in prose.

U hat is this wreath, fo green ! so fair !
Which many wish, and few must wear ?
Which some men's indolence can gain,
And some men's vigils ne'er obtain ?
For whạt must sal or poet sve,
Ere they engage with Ned or you?

For luck in verse, for luck at loo? | Ah no! 'tis genius gives you fame,

And Ned, through skill, secures the game.

Here enters the footman, and brings me a letter.

" Dear sir! I r:ceived your obliging epistle, Your fame is secure-bid the critics go whistle. I read over with wonder the poem you fent me; And I must speak your praises, no soul fhall pre

vent me, The audience, belicve me, cry'd out every line Was strong, was affecting, was juft, was divine; All pregnant, as gold is, with worth, weight, and

beauty, And to hide such a genius was far from your

duty: I foresce that the court will be hugely delighted : Sir Richard, for much a less genius was kughted. Adieu, my good friend, and for high life prepare

ye; I could say much more, but you're modest, Ispare

ye.” Quite fir'd with the flattery, I call for my paper, and waste that, and health, and my time and

my taper : I scribble till morn, when, with wrath no small

ftore, Comes my old friend the mercer, and

raps at my door. “ Ah! friend, 'tis but idle to make such a po

ther, Fate, fate has ordain'd us

to plague one aner ther,"

The POET and the DUN. 1741.

[ocr errors]
[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small]

Written at an Inn at HENLEY.

[ocr errors]

But Sirpr’ythee take it, and tell your attorney, If I han't paid your bill, I have paid for your

journey Well, now thou art gone, let me govern my

paflion, And calmly consider--consider? vexation! What whore that must paint, and must put on

false locks, And counterfeit joy in the pangs of the pox! What beggar's wife's nephew, now Itarv'd and

now beaten, Who, wanting to cat, fears himself shall be eat

en! What perter, what turnspit, can deem his case

hard ! Or what dun boast of patience that thinks of a

bard! Well, I'll leave this poor trade, for no trade can

be poorer, Turn shoe-boy, or courtier, or pimp, or procu.

rer; Cet love, and respect, and good living, and pelf, And dun fome poor dog of a poet myse.f,


From fiattery, cards, and dice, and din; Nor art they found in mansions higher

Than the low cott, or humble inn. 'Tis here with boundless power I reign;

And every health which I begin, Converts dull port to bright champaigne.;

Such freedom crowns it, at an inn, I fly from pomp, I Ay from plate!

I fly from falsehood's specious grin ! Freedom I love, and form I hate,

And chuse my lodgings at an inn. Here, waiter ! take my sordid ore,

Which lacqueys elle might hope to win; It buys, what courts have not in fore ;

It buys me freedom at an inn. Whoe'er has travel'd life's dull round,

Where'er his stages may have been, May figh to think he still has found

The warneft weicome at an inn.

[ocr errors]




VTHAT vilage but has sometime seen

The clumsy shape, the frightful mien,
Tremendous claws, and shagged hair,
of that grim brutc yclept a bear?
He from his dam, the learn'd agree,
Received the curious form you see ;
Who, with her plastic tongue alone,
Produc'd a visage-like her own-
Aad thus they hint, in myllic falhion,
The powerful force of education *
Perhaps yon crowd of swains is vicwing
E'en now, the strange exploits of Bruin;
V ho plays his antics, roars aloud;
The wonder of a gaping crowd !

So have I koown an awkward lad,
Whole birth has made a parish glad,
Forbid, for fear of sense, to roam,
And taught hy kind mamma at home ;
Who gives hin many a well-try'd rule,
With ways and means--to play the fool.
In sense the same, in stature higher,
He shines, 'ere long, a rural squire,
Pours forth unwittv jokes, and swears,
And bawls, and drinks, but chiefly ftares :
His tenants of superior sense
Carouze, and laugh, at his expence ;
And deem the pastime I'm relating,
To be as pleatant, as hear baiting.

Such it my theme, which means to prove,
That though we drink, or game, or love,
As that or this is most in fashion,
Precedence is our ruling passion.

When college-students take degrees,
And pay the beadles endless fees,
What moves that fcientific body,
But the first cutting at a gawdy?
And whence such shoals, in bare conditions,
That Itarve and languish as physicians,
Content to trudge the streets, and stare at
The fat apothecary's chariot ?
But that, in Charlot's chamber (see
Moliere's “ Medicin malgre lui")
The lcach, howe'er his fortunęs vary,
Still walks before th' apothecary.

Flavia in vain has wit and charms,
And all that thines, and all that warms;
In vain all human race adore her,
For-Lady Mary ranks before her.

O Celia, gentle Celia ! tell us,
You who are neither vain nor jealous !
The softest breast, the mildest mien !
Would you not feel some little spleen,
Nor bite your lip nor furl your brow,
If Florimel, your eqnal now,
Should, one day, gain precedence of ye?
First serv'dmthough in a dish of coffee?
Plac'd first, although, where you are found;
You gain the eyes of all around?
Nam'd first, though not with half the fame,
That waits my charming Celia's name?

Hard fortune ! barely to inspire
Our fix'd esteem, and fond desire!
Barely, where'er you go, to prove
The source of universal love!
Yet be content, observing this,
Honour 's the offspring of caprice :
And worth, howe'er you have pursued it,
Has now no power—but to exclude it.
You'll find your general reputation
A kind of supplemental station.

Poor Swift with all his worth, could ne'er,
He tells us, hope to rise a peer ;
So, to supply it, wrote for fame :
And well the wit fecur'd his aim.
A common patriot has a drift,
Not quite so innocent as Swift :
In Britain's cause he rants, he labours ;
" He's honeft, faith"mhaye patience, neigh.

For patriots may sometime deceive,
May beg their friends' reluctant leave,
To lerve them in a higher sphere;
And drop their virtue, to get there. --

As Lucian tells us, in his fathion,'
How souls put off each earthly passion,
Ere on Elysium's flowery trand
Old Charon suffer'd them to land;
So ere we meet a court's careffes.
No doubt our souls must change their dreffes:
And souls there be, who, bound that way,
Attire themselves ten times a day,


A T A L Es


[ocr errors]

IR, will you please to walk before ?"?

pray Sir—you are next the door.
Upon mine honour, I'll not stir-"
Sir, I'm at home, consider, Sir-
“ Excuse me, Sir, I'll not


first." Well, if I must be rude, I mufBut yet I wish I could evade it 'Tis strangely clownish, be persuaded Go forward, cits ! go forward, squires ! Nor scruple each, what each arimires. Life Squares not, friends, with your proceeding ; It dics, while you display your breeding : Such breeding as one's granam preaches, Or some old dancing-master teacher, O for some rude tumultuous fellow, Half crazy, or, at least, half mellow, Tu come behind you unawares, And fairly push you both down stairs ! But death's at handlet me advise ye, Go forward, friends ! on he'll surprise ye.

Beldes, how insincere you are ! Do ye not flatter, lye, forfwear, And daily cheat, and weekly pray, And all for this to lead the way?

* Of a fond matron's education.

If then 'tis rank which all men covet,
And faints alike and finners love it ;
If place, for which our courticts throng
So thick, that few can get along ;
For which such servile toils are seen,
Who 's happier than a king ?-- quuen.

Howe'er men aim at eleyation,
"Tis properly a female passion :
Women, and beaux, beyond all measure
Are charm’d with rank's extatic pleasure

Sir, if your drift I rightly scan,
You'd hint a beau was not a man :
Say, women then are fond of places ;
I wave all disputable cases.
A man perhaps would something linger,
Were his lov'd rank to colt-a finger ;
Or were an ear or toe the price on 't,
He might deliberate once or twice on 't :
Perhaps ask Gataker's advice on 't,
And many, as their frame grows old,
Would hardly purchase it with gold.

But women with precedence ever;
"Tis their whole life's supreme en leavour :
It fires their youth with jealous rage,
And strongly animates their age.
Perhaps they would not fell out-right,
Or main a limb that was in fight';
Yet on worse terms they sometimes chuse it ;
Nor ev’n in punishments refuse it.

Pre-eminence in vain you cry!
All fierce and pregnant with reply.
But lend your patience, and your car,
An argument ihall make it clear,
But hold, an argument may fail,
Beside my ticle says, a tale.

Where Avon roils her winding stream,
Avon, the Muses' favourite theme !
Avon, that fills the farmers' purses,
And decks with flowers both farms and verses,
She visits many a fertile vale-
Such was the scene of this my tale.
For 'tis in Evesham's vale, or near it,
'That folks with laughter tell and hear it.

The soil with annual plenty blest
Was by young Corydon puslest.
His youth alone I lay before ye,
As most material to my story:
For strength and vigour too, he had them,
And 'cwere not much amiss, to add them.

Thrice happy lout ! whose wide domain
Now green with grass, now gilt with grain,
In ruffet robes of clover deep,
Or thinly veil'd, and white with Mecp;
Now fragrant with the bean's perfume;
Now purpled with the pulse's bloom,
Might well with bright allusion store me;
-Bæt happier bards have been before me!

Amongst the various year's increase,
The itripling own'd a field of peafe;
Which, when at night he ceas'd his labours,
Were haunted by some female neighbours.

Each morn discover'd to his fight,
The shameful havock of the night :
Traces of this they left behind them,
But no instrudions where to find them.
The Devil's works are plain and evil,
But few or none have seen the Devil.
Old Noll, indeed, if we may credit
The words of Echard, who has said it,
Contriv'd with Satan how to fool us;
Ind bargain'd face to face to rule us ;
But then old Noll was one in ten,
And sought him more than other men.
Our shepherd too, with like attention,
May meet the female fiends we mention.
He rose one morn at break of day,
And near the field in ambush lay:
When lo! a brace of girls appears,
The third, a matron much in years,
Smiling, amidit the pease, the finners
Sate down to cu'l their future dinners;
And, caring little who might own them,
Made free as though themfelves had sown them.

'Tis worth a fage's observation,
How love can make a jest of passion.
Anger hac forc'd the swain from bed,
His early dues to love unpaid !
And love, a god that keeps a pother,
And will be paid one time or other,
Now banilh'd anger out of door;

nd claim'd the debt withheld before.
If anger bid our youth revile,
Love form'ı his features to a smile :
And knowing well 'twas all grimace,
to threaten with a (miling face,
lie in f-w words express'd his mind
And none would deem them much unkind.

The amorous youth, for their offence,
Demanded instant reconiponce :
That recompence from each, which shame
Forbids a bathful Muse to naine.
Yet, more this sentence to discover,
'Twas what Bet * * grants her lover,
When he, to make the trumpet willing,
Has spent his fortune-to a shilling.

Fach food a while, as 'twere fufpended,
And loth to do, what-each intended.

At length, with soft pathetic fighs,
The matron, bent with age, replies :

'Tis vain to strive-justice, I know
And our i}l Nars, will have it foam
But let my tears your wrath assuage,
And shew some deference for age!
I from a distant village came,
Am old, God knows and something lame;
And if we yield, as yield we must,
Dispatch my crazy body firft.

Our shepherd, like che Porygian swain,
When circled round on Ida's plain
With goddefies he stond fufpended,
And Pallas's grave speech was ended,
Own'd what she ask'd might be his cuty;
But paid the compliment to beauty.


[ocr errors]

to .

ODE to be performed by Dr. BRETTLE, See yonder pair! no worldly views

In Chloe's generous breait refided : and a Chorus of Hales-owen Citizens.

Love bade her the spruce valet chufe,

And the by potent love was guided. The Instrumental Part, a Viol d’Amour.

for this! the quits her golden dreams,
AIR by the DOCTOR.

In her gile coach no more she ranges :
WAKE! I say, awake good people

And her rich crimson, bright with gems,
And be for once alive and gay;

for cheeks impearld with tears, ihe chan. Come let's be merry ; fir the tipple ;

ges. How can you sleep,

Though sordid Celia own'd your power,
Whilft I do play? how can you sleep, &c.

Think not so monstrous my disgrace is :

You gain'd this nymph-that very hour

I gain'd a score in different places.
Pardon, O! pardon, great musician!

On drowsy souls some pity take!
For wonderous hard it is our condition,
To driuk thy beer,

E PILOGUE to the Tragedy of Cleone.
Thv Itrains to hear;
To drink,

FELL, ladies so much for the tragic stile-
To hear,
And keep awake!

To make us (mile !--methinks I hear you say-
SOL O by the DOCTOR.

Why, who can help it, at so strange a play? Hear but this strain--'twas made by Han- The Captain gone three years !--and then to


The faultless conduct of his virtuous dame!
A wight of skill, and judgment deep!
Zoonters they're gone-sal, bring a candle, My stars !—what gentle belle would think it trea-

No, here is one, and he's asleep.

When thus provok'd, to give the brute some rea. DUE TT E.

fon? Dr.-How could they go Soft mufico

Out of my house !-this night, forsooth depart?
Whilft I do play?

A modern wife had said " With all my heart
Sal.--How could they go ! Warlike music. But think not, haughty Sir, I'll go alone !
How should they stay?

Order your coach-conduct me safe to town
Give me my jewels, wardrobe, and my maid-
And pray take care my pin-noney be paid.”

Such is the language of each modif fair;
PLUTUS. Yet memoirs, not of modern growth, declare

The time has been when modesty and truth
THEN Celia, Love's eternal foe,

Were deem'd additions to the charms of youth :
To rich old Gomez firt was marry'd;

When women hid their necks, and veil'd their

faces, and angry Cupid camc to know, His Thafts had err'd, his bow miscarry'd;

Nor romp’d, por rak’d, nor star'd at public

places, He figh'd, he wept, he hung his head,

Nor took the airs of Amazons for graces :
On the cold ground, full fad, he laid him; Then plain domestic virtues were the mode,
When Plutus, there by fortune led,

And wives nc'er dreamt of happiness abroad;
In this desponding plight survey'd him.

They lov'd their children, learn'd no flaunting And sure, he cry'd, you 'll own at last

airs, Your boasted power by mine exceeded : But with the joys of wedlock mix’d the cares. Say, wretched bny, now all is pa!t,

1 bose times are pafi-yer sure they mei it praise, How little the your efforts heeded.

For marriage triumph'd in those golden days: If with success you would affail,

By chaste decorum they affection gain'd;
Gild, Youngster, doubly gild your arrows:

By faith and fondness what they won, mantain'd. Little the feather'd shafts avail,

'Tis yours, ye fair to bring those days again, Thou wing'd from Mamma's doves and spar- Make beauty's Instre amiable as bright,

And form a new the hearts of thoughtless men;

And give the soul, as well as sense, delight; What though each reed, each arrow grew, Reclaim from folly a fantastic age,

Where Venus bath'd herself; depend on't. That scores the press, the pulpit, and the stage. 'T were more for use, for beauty too,

Let truth and tenderness your breasts adorn,
A diamond sparkled at the end on't.

The marriage chain with tran!port shall be worn;
Peace, Plutus, peace !--the boy reply'd; Each blooming virgin rais’d into a bride
Wcre not my arts by yours infeked,

Shall double all their joys, their cares divide; I could cach other power deride,

Alleviate grief, compose the jars of strife,
Aud rule this circle, unnolcited.

dad pour the balm that sweetens human life. YOL VII.






[ocr errors]


MORAL PIECES. Dubious he fray'd, with wavering thoughts pos

tert, Alternate pustions ftruggling thar'd his breatt;

The various arts white human cares divide, The JUDGMENT of HERCULES. In deep attention all his mind employ'd :

i nxious if fame an equal bliss secur'd ;

Or filent eife with softer charms allur'd. W HILE blooming spring descends from ge. The fylvan choir, whose numbers sweetly flow', nial skies,

The fount that murmur'd, and the flowers that By whose mild influence inlant wonders rise ;

blow'd ; From whose foft breath Elysian beau-ies flow;

The filver food that in meanders led I he sweets of Hagley, or the pride of Stowe;

His glittering streams along th' enliven'd mead; Will Lytrleton the ruial landikip range

The foothing breeze, and all those beauties join'd, Leave noisy fame, and not regret the change?

Which, whilst they p case, effeminate the mind, Pleas'd will he tread the garden's early scenes,

In vain ! while sittint on a summit rais'd, And learn a moral from the rising greens ?

Th' imperial towers of fame attractive blaz'd. There, warm’d alike by Sol's enlivening power, The weed, aspiring. einulates the Tower :

While thus he trac'd through fancy's puzzling The drooping Alewer, its fairer charms display'd, Invites, from grateful hands, their generous aid :

The separate sweets of pleasure and of praise ; Soon, if none check th' invasive foc's designs,

Sudcen the wind a fragrant gale convey'd, The lively lustre of theie scenes declines !

And now a lufre gain'd upon the shade. 'Tis thus the spring of youth, the morn of life, At once, before his wonderin eyes were seen Rears in our minds the rival feeds of strifc.

Two female forms, of more than mortal mien. I hen passion riors, reason then contends ;

Various their charms; and in their dress and face, And, on the conquest, every bliss depends :

Each seem'd to vie with some peculiar grace, - Life, from the nice decision, cakes its hue;- ,

This, whose attire less clogg'd with art appear'd," And bleit ihcfe judges who decide like you!

'The limple sweets of innocence endear'd. On worth like theirs ihall every bliss attend !

Her sprightly bloom, her quick fagacious eye, The world their favourite, and the world their shew'd native merit, mix'd with modelty. friend.

Her air diffusd a mild yet aweful ray, There are, who, blind to thought's fatiguing severely sweet, and innocently gay. ray,

Such the chatte image of the martial maid, As fortune gives examples, urge their way :

In arrleisfolds of virgin white array'd ! Nor virtues foes though they her paths decline,

She let no borrow'd rose her checks adorn, And scarce her friends, though with her friends Her blushing checks, that shamid the purple

they join In her's, or vice's casual road advance

Her charms nor had, nor wanted artful foils, Thoughtless, the finners or the saints of chance! Or study'd gestures, or well-practis'd smiles. Yer some more nobly scorn the volgır voice;

She Scorn’d the toys which render beauty less : With judgement fix, with zeal pursue this she prov'd th' engaging chastity of dress; choice,

And while the chose in native charms to-fhine, When ripen'd thought, when reason born to reign, Ev’n thus she seem’d, nay more than seem'd, diChecks the wild turults of the youthful vein ;

vine. While passion's lawless rides, at their command,

One modest emerald clasp'd the robe she wore, Glide through more useful tracts, and bless the And, in her hand, th' imperial sword se bore, land.

Sublime her height, majestic was her pace, Happiest of these is he whose matchless mind. And march'd the aw ul honours of her face. By learning sirenghten’d, and by taste reinid,

The shrubs, the flowers, that deck'd the verdant In virtue's caufe ufayd its earlief! powers;

ground, Chose virtue's paths, and strew'd her paths with Seem'd, where she trod, with riling lustre Aowers.

crown'd. The first alarm'á, is freedom waves her wings :

Still her approach with stronger influence warm'd; The fittest to adorn each art she brings :

She pleas'd, while distant ; but, when near, the Lov'u hy that prince whom every virtue fires;

charmid, Prais’d by that bard whom cvery Muse inspires : So krikes the gazer's eye, the filver gleam Bleft in tuneful art, the social fiume ;

That glittering quivers o'er a distant Iream: In all that wins, in all that merits fame :

But from its banks we see new beauties rise, 'Twas yonth's perplexing stage his doubts in And, in its cry'ial bosom, trace the skies. fpir’d,

With other charms the rival vision glow'd; When great idcides to a grove retir'd.

And from her dress her tinsel beauties fow'd. Through the lode windings of a devious glade, A Auttering robe her pamper'd shape conceal'd, Refignd to thought, with lingering steps he And seem'd to shade the charms it best revealid, ftray'd;

Its form, contriv'd her faulty size to grace, Bleft with a mind to taste fincerer joys :

Its hue, to give fresh lufre to her face. Arm'd with a heart cach false one to despise.



« ПредишнаНапред »