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O how sudden the jessamine strove
With the lilac to render it gay!
Already it calls for my love,
To prune the wild branches away.
From the plains, from the woodlands and groves,
From thickets of roses tbat blow!
As she may not be fond to resign.
I have found where the wood-pigeons breed: But let me that plunder forbear,
She will say 't was a barbarous deed. For he ne'er could be true, she averr'd,
Who would rob a poor bird of its young: And I lov'd her the more when I heard
Such tenderness fall from her tongue.
And she call'd it the sister of love.
Unmov'd, when her Corydon sighs ?
Soft scenes of contentment and ease? Where I could have pleasingly stray'd,
If aught, in her absence, could please. But where does my Phyllida stray?
And where are her grots and her bowers? Are the groves and the valleys as gay,
And the shepherds as gentle as ours? The groves may perhaps be as fair,
And the face of the valleys as fine; The swains may in manners compare, But their love is not equal to mine.
Way will you my passion reprove?
That will sing but a song in her praise.
Might she ruin the peace of my mind!
In ringlets he dresses his hair,
And his crook is bestudded around;
Repine at her triumphs, and die.
The rose is depriv'd of its bloom;
She was fair-and my passion begun;
Perhaps it was plain to foresee,
It banishes wisdom the while;
How fair, and how fickle, they be.
Yet time may diminish the pain :
The flower, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me. The sweets of a dew-sprinkled rose,
The sound of a murmuring stream, The peace which from solitude flows,
Henceforth shall be Corydon's theme. High transports are shown to the sight,
But we're not to find them our own; Fate never bestow'd such delight,
As I with my Phillis had known.
O ye woods, spread your branches apace :
I would hide with the beasts of the chase;
PIECES OF HUMOUR,
FLIRT AND PHIL;
A DECISION FOR THE LADIES.
A Wir, by learning well refin'd,
Went-when his glass advis'd him:
Suspended held the scales:
Her wit, her youth too, claim'd its share, Let none the preference declare,
But turn up-heads or tails.
TO THE MEMORY OF AN AGREEABLE LADY, BURIED IN MARRIAGE TO A PERSON UNDESERVING HER.
'T was always held, and ever will, By sage mankind, discreeter T'anticipate a lesser ill,
Than undergo a greater.
When mortals dread diseases, pain,
Full gladly pays four parts in eight
Our merchants Spain has near andone
The bachelor's attended :
And much the case is mended!
Chose to attend a monkey here,
A CULINARY ECLOGUE.
Nec tantum Veneris, quantum studiosa culinæ. NICHT'S sable clouds bad half the globe o'erspread, And silence reign'd, and folks were gone to bed: When Love, which gentle sleep can ne'er inspire, Had seated Damon by the kitchen fire.
Pensive he lay, extended on the ground;
express, how bright a
Adorns thy morning hands, and well-wash'd face;
"Ah! who can see, and seeing not admire,
"But sure no chamber-damsel can compare,
"Oh! how I long, how ardently desire, To view those rosy fingers strike the lyre! For late, when bees to change their climes began, How did I see them thrum the frying-pan!
"With her! I should not envy George his queen, Though she in royal grandeur deck'd be seen : Whilst rags, just sever'd from my fair-one's gown, In russet pomp and greasy pride hang down.
"Ah how it does my drooping heart rejoice, When in the hall I hear thy mellow voice! How would that voice exceed the village bell! Would that but sing, I like thee passing well!' "When from the hearth she bade the pointers go, How soft, how casy did her accents flow! 'Get out,' she cried: 'when strangers come to sup, One ne'er can raise those snoring devils up.'
"Then, full of wrath, she kick'd each lazy brute, Alas! I envied even that salute;
'T was sure misplac'd-Shock said, or seem'd to say, He had as lief I had the kick as they.
"If she the mystic bellows take in hand,
"But should the flame this rougher aid refuse; And only gentler med'cines be of use;
With full-brown cheeks she ends the doubtful strife, Foments the infant flame, and puffs it into life.
"Such arts as these, exalt the drooping fire, But in my breast a fiercer flame inspire: I burn! I burn! O! give thy puffing o'er; And swell thy cheeks, and pout thy lips, no more! "With all her haughty looks, the time I've seen, When this proud damsel has more humble been, When with nice airs she hoist the pan-cake round, And dropp'd it, hapless fair! upon the ground. "Look, with what charming grace, what winning
The artful charmer rubs the candlesticks!
"But thou, my fair! who never wouldst approve, Or hear the tender story of my love;
Or mind, how burns my raging breast,-a buttonPerhaps art dreaming of-a breast of mutton."
Thus said, and wept the sad desponding swain,
Now chirping crickets raise their tinkling voice,
THE RAPE OF THE TRAP.
'TWAS in a land of learning,
Such pranks of late
Were play'd by a rat,
As tempt one to be witty.
All in a college study,
Where books were in great plenty ; This rat would devour
More sense in an hour,
Than I could write in twenty.
Corporeal food, 'tis granted,
Serves vermin less refin'd, sir;
But this, a rat of taste,
All other rats surpass'd,
And he prey'd on the food of the mind, sir.
His breakfast, half the morning,
He constantly attended:
And when the bell rung
For evening song,
His dinner scarce was ended.
He spar'd not e'en heroics,
In books of geo-graphy,
He made the maps to flutter:
A river or a sea
Was to him a dish of tea;
And a kingdom, bread and butter.
But if some mawkish potion
Might chance to over-dose him, To check its rage,
He took a page
Of logic-to compose him.
A trap, in haste and anger,
Was bought, you need not doubt on't:
He could not, I think, get out on't.
Mind books, when he has other diet, But more of trap and bait, sir,
Why should I sing, or either? Since the rat, who knew the sleight, Came in the dead of night,
And dragg'd them away together. Both trap and bait were vanish'd Through a fracture in the flooring : Which, though so trim
It now may seem,
Had then-a dozen or more in. Then answer this, ye sages,
Nor deem a man to wrong ye, Had the rat which thus did seize on The trap, less claim to reason,
Than many a scull among ye? Dan Prior's mice, I own it,
Were vermin of condition : But this rat, who merely learn'd What rats alone concern'd,
Was the greater politician. That England 's topsy-turvy,
Is clear from these mishaps, sir;
Then trust in cats to catch 'em;
No mortal sits to watch 'em.
May quell the Spanish Don,
And the other destroy our rats, sir!
ON CERTAIN PASTORALS. So rude and tuneless are thy lays, The weary audience vow,
'Tis not th' Arcadian swain that sings, But 't is his herds that low.
ON MR. C.
THY verses, friend, are Kidderminster 3 stuff,
2 Written at the time of the Spanish depredations. 3 Famous for a coarse woollen manufacture.
TO THE VIRTUOSOS.
No slope could e'er retard you;
Or painted wings reward you.
Pursued the glittering stranger;
Know what conserves they choose to eat,
'Tis you protect their pregnant hour;
Yet oh! howe'er your towering view
A friend, who, weigh'd with yours, must prize
That wrought the death of teasing flies,
But ne'er their propagation..
Let Flavia's eyes more deeply warm,
THE EXTENT OF COOKERY.
WHEN Tom to Cambridge first was sent,
Read much, and look'd as though he meant
See him to Lincoln's Inn repair,
His resolution flag;
He cherishes a length of hair,
And tucks it in a bag.
Nor Coke nor Salkeld he regards,
And soon a judge's rank rewards
Adien, ye bols! ye bags, give place!
THE PROGRESS of ADVICE,
A COMMON CASE.
Suade, nam certum est.
SAYS Richard to Thomas (and seem'd half afraid), "I am thinking to marry thy mistress's maid: Now, because Mrs. Lucy to thee is well known, I will do 't if thou bidst me, or let it alone. "Nay don't make a jest on't; 't is no jest to me; For 'faith I'm in earnest, so pr'ythee be free.
I have no fault to find with the girl since I knew her, But I'd have thy advice, ere I tie myself to her." Said Thomas to Richard, "To speak my opinion, There is not such a bitch in king George's dominion, And I firmly believe, if thou knew'st her as I do, Thou wouldst choose out a whipping-post, first to be tied to.
"She's peevish, she's thievish, she's ugly, she's old, And a liar, and a fool, and a slut, and a scold." Next day Richard hasten'd to church and was wed, And ere night had inform'd her what Thomas had said.
Trahit sua quemque voluptas.
FROM Lincoln to London rode forth our young squire,
To bring down a wife, whom the swains might admire :
But, in spite of whatever the mortal could say,
To give up the opera, the park, and the ball,
Who by dint of mere humour had kept her alive; To forgo the full box for his lonesome abode,
O Heavens! she should faint, she should die on the road:
To forgo the gay fashions and gestures of France,
Where the citizen-matron seduces her cuckold;
BENEATH a church-yard yew,
Decay'd and worn with age,
At dusk of eve methought I spied
Ye gentle bards, give ear!
Who talk of amorous rage,
Come learn of me to weep your woes:
I never dream'd of flame or dart,
That fir'd my breast or pierc'd my heart,
No med'cine can assuage!
O sweet, O sweet Anne Page! And ye, whose souls are held
Like linnets in a cage!
Who talk of fetters, links and chains,
O sweet, O sweet Anne Page!
And you who boast or grieve,
What horrid wars we wage!
Of wounds receiv'd from many an eye; Yet mean as I do, when I sigh,
O sweet, O sweet Anne Page! Hence every fond conceit
Of shepherd or of sage;
'T is Slender's voice, 'tis Slender's way Expresses all you have to say—,
O sweet, O sweet Anne Page!
I ASK'D a friend amidst the throng,
"O sir!" says he, "what! ha'n't you seen it? 'Tis Damon's coach, and Damon in it. "T is odd, methinks, you have forgot Your friend, your neighbour, and—what not! Your old acquaintance Damon !"—" True; But 'faith his equipage is new.
"Bless me," said 1, "where can it end? What madness has possess'd my friend? Four powder'd slaves, and those the tallest, Their stomachs doubtless not the smallest!
Can Damon's revenue maintain,
In lace and food, so large a train? I know his land-each inch of ground'Tis not a mile to walk it roundIf Damon's whole estate can bear To keep his lad and one-horse chair, I own 'tis past my comprehension." "Yes, sir, but Damon has a pension."
Thus does false Ambition rule us, Thus Pomp delude, and Folly fool us; To keep a race of flickering knaves, He grows himself the worst of slaves.