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XXIV. See to their seats they hye with merry glee, And in beseemly order sitten there ; All but the wight of bum y-galled, he Abhorreth bench and stool, and fourm, and chair; (This hand in mouth y-fix'd, that rends his hair ;) And eke with snubs profound, and heaving breast, Convulsions intermitting! does declare
His grievous wrong; his dame's unjust behest;
And scorns her offer'd love, and shuns to be caress’d.
His face besprent with liquid crystal shines,
His blooming face that seems 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 bosoms of despotic pow'r !
All, all, but she, the author of his shame,
All, all, but she, regret this mournful hour:
Yet hence the youth, and hence the flow'r, shall claim, If so I deem aright, transcending worth and fame.
Behind some door, in melancholy thought,
Mindless of food, he, dreary caitiff! pines ;
Ne for his fellow's joyaunce careth ought,
But to the wind all merriment resigns ;
And deems it shame, if he to peace inclines ;
And many a sullen look afcance is sent,
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.
Ah me! how much I fear lest pride it be!
But if that pride it be, which thus inspires,
Beware, ye dames, with nice discernment see,
Ye quench not too the sparks of nobler fires :
Ah! better far than all the Muses’ lyres,
All coward arts, is valour's gen'rous heat;
The firm fixt breast which Fit and Right requires,
Like Vernon's patriọc soul; more justly great
Than craft that pimps for ill, or flow'ry falfe deceit.
Yet nyrs’d with skill, what dazling fruits appear !
Ev'n now sagacious Foresight points to show
A little bench of heedless bishops here,
And there a chancellour in embryo,
Or bard sublime, if bard may e'er be fo,
As Milton, Shakespeare, names that ne'er shall dye!
Though now he crawl along the ground fo low,
Nor weeting how the Muse should soar on high, Wilheth, poor starvling elf! his paper-kite may fly.
XXIX. And this perhaps, who, cens’ring the design, Low lays the house which that of cards doth build, Shall Dennis be! if rigid fates incline, And many an Epic to his rage shall 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 sneer, And furls his wrinkly front, and cries “ What stuff is
. [here?” But now Dan Phæbus gains the middle skie, And Liberty unbars their prison-door ; And like a rushing torrent out they fly, And now the grassy cirque han cover'd o'er With boist'rous revel-rout and wild uproar ; A thousand ways in wanton rings they rún, Heav'n fhield their short-livd pastimes, I implore !
For well may Freedom, erst so dearly won,
Appear to British elf more gladsome than the sun.
Enjoy, poor imps ! enjoy your sportive trade ;
And chase gay fies, and cull the faireft Pow'rs
For when my bones in grass-green sods are laid ;
For never may ye taste more careless hours
In knightly castles, or in ladies bow'rs.
O vain to seek 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 some various bent appear ! These rudely carol most incondite lay ; Those saunțring on the green, with jocund leer Salute the stranger passing on his way; Some building fragile tenements of clay; Some to the standing lake their courses bend, With pebbles smooth 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.
Here, as each season yields a different store,
Each season's stores in order ranged been;
Apples with cabbage-net y-cover'd o'er,
Galling full sore th’unmoney'd wight, are seen ;
And goose-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-less come there,
Left smit with ardent love he pine with hopeless care !
XXXIV. See !
See! cherries here, ere cherries yet abound,
With thread so white in tempting posies ty’d,
Scattring like blooming maid their glances round,
With pamper'd look draw little eyes aside ;
And must be bought though penury betide.
The plumb all azure and the nut all brown,
And here, each seafon, do those cakes abide,
· Whose honour'd names th' inventive city own,
Rend'ring thro' Britain's ise Salopia’s praises known 6.
Admir'd Salopia! that with venial pride
Eyes her bright form in Severn's ambient wave,
Fam'd for her loyal cares in perils tried,
Her daughters lovely, and her striplings brave ;
Ah! ’midst the rest, may flowers adorn his grave,
Whose art did first these dulcet cates display!
A motive fair to Learning's imps he gave,
Who cheerless o'er her darkling region stray ;
?Till reason's morn arise, and light them on their way.