wit

XXXIV.

they reach'd their own apartments, there, irds, or boys, or bedlamites broke loose, spring-tide, or women any where

reed from bonds (which are of no great use
or like Irish at a fair,

uards being gone, and as it were a truce
1 between them and bondage, they
sing, dance, chatter, smile, and play.

XXXV.

of course, ran most on the new comer; ape, her hair, her air, her every thing: ught her dress did not so much become her, der'd at her ears without a ring;

1 her years were getting nigh their summer,
contended they were but in spring;

ought her rather masculine in height,
hers. wish'd that she had been so quite.

XXXVI.

one doubted on the whole, that she
vhat her dress bespoke, a damsel fair,
sh, and "beautiful exceedingly," (1) [pare:
with the brightest Georgians (2) might com-

["I guess, 't was frightful there to see

A lady so richly clad as she

Beautiful exceedingly.". - COLERIDGE's Christabel.]

3 in the adjacent climates of Georgia, Mingrelia, and Circassia, has placed, at least to our eyes, the model of beauty, in the e limbs, the colour of the skin, the symmetry of the features, pression of the countenance: the men are formed for action, for love."- GIBBON.

XIV.

Now here we should distinguish; for howe'er Kisses, sweet words, embraces, and all that, May look like what is

neither here nor there,

They are put on as easily as a hat,
Or rather bonnet, which the fair sex wear,

Trimm'd either heads or hearts to decorate, Which form an ornament, but no more part Of heads, than their caresses of the heart.

XV.

A slight blush, a soft tremor, a calm kind
Of gentle feminine delight, and shown
More in the eyelids than the eyes, resign'd

Rather to hide what pleases most unknown, Are the best tokens (to a modest mind)

Of love, when seated on his loveliest throne, A sincere woman's breast,-for over-warm Or over-cold annihilates the charm.

XVI.

For over-warmth, if false, is worse than truth; If true, 'tis no great lease of its own fire; For no one, save in very early youth,

Would like (I think) to trust all to desire, Which is but a precarious bond, in sooth,

And apt to be transferr'd to the first buyer At a sad discount: while your over chilly Women, on t'other hand, seem somewhat silly.

XVII.

That is, we cannot pardon their bad taste,
For so it seems to lovers swift or slow,
Who fain would have a mutual flame confess'd,
And see a sentimental passion glow,

Even were St. Francis' paramour their guest,
In his monastic concubine of snow; -(')
In short, the maxim for the amorous tribe is
Horatian, "Medio tu tutissimus ibis."

XVIII.

The "tu"'s too much,-but let it stand,-the verse Requires it, that's to say, the English rhyme, And not the pink of old hexameters ;

But, after all, there's neither tune nor tim In the last line, which cannot well be worse,

And was thrust in to close the octave's chime: I own no prosody can ever rate it

As a rule, but truth may, if you translate it.

XIX.

If fair Gulbeyaz overdid her part,

I know not-it succeeded, and success
Is much in most things, not less in the heart
Than other articles of female dress.

(1) The blessed Francis, being strongly solicited one day by the emotions of the flesh, pulled off his clothes and scourged himself soundly: being after this inflamed with a wonderful fervour of mind, he plunged his naked body into a great heap of snow. The devil, being overcome, retired immediately, and the holy man returned victorious into his cell." See BUTLER'S Lives of the Saints.

Self-love in man, too, beats all female art;
They lie, we lie, all lie, but love no less:
And no one virtue yet, except starvation,
Could stop that worst of vices-propagation.

XX.

We leave this royal couple to repose:

A bed is not a throne, and they may sleep,
Whate'er their dreams be, if of joys or woes:
Yet disappointed joys are woes as deep
As any man's clay mixture undergoes.

Our least of sorrows are such as we weep;
'Tis the vile daily drop on drop which wears
The soul out (like the stone) with petty cares.

XXI.

A scolding wife, a sullen son, a bill

To pay, unpaid, protested, or discounted. At a per-centage; a child cross, dog ill,

A favourite horse fallen lame just as he's mounted, A bad old woman making a worse will,

Which leaves you minus of the cash you counted As certain ;- these are paltry things, and yet I've rarely seen the man they did not fret.

XXII.

I'm a philosopher; confound them all!

Bills, beasts, and men, and-no! not womankind!

With one good hearty curse I vent my gall,

And then my stoicism leaves nought behind

Which it can either pain or evil call,

And I can give my whole soul up to mind;

Though what is soul or mind, their birth or growth, Is more than I know-the deuce take them both!

XXIII.

So now all things are d--n'd one feels at ease,
As after reading Athanasius' curse,

Which doth your true believer so much please:
I doubt if any now could make it worse
O'er his worst enemy when at his knees,
'Tis so sententious, positive, and terse,
And decorates the book of Common Prayer
As doth a rainbow the just clearing air.

XXIV.

Gulbeyaz and her lord were sleeping, or
At least one of them!- Oh, the heavy night,
When wicked wives, who love some bachelor,
Lie down in dudgeon to sigh for the light
Of the grey morning, and look vainly for

Its twinkle through the lattice dusky quite-
To toss, to tumble, doze, revive, and quake
Lest their too lawful bed-fellow should wake!

XXV.

These are beneath the canopy of heaven
Also beneath the canopy of beds

Four-posted and silk-curtain'd, which are given

For rich men and their brides to lay their heads