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See to their seats they hye with merry glee,
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,
claim, If so I deem aright, transcending worth and fame.
Behind some door, in melancholy thought,
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!
Like Vernon's patriot soul! more justly great Than Craft that pimps for ill, or flowery false Deceit.
Yet nurs'd with skill, what dazzling fruits appear!
Nor weeting how the Muse should soar on high, Wisheth, poor starveling elf! his paper kite may
And this perhaps, who, censuring the design,
Surveys mine work; and levels many a sneer, And furls his wrinkly front, and cries, “ What
stuff is here?"
But now Dan Phoebus gains the middle skie,
plore ! For well may Freedom erst so dearly won; Appear to British elf more gladsome than the Sun.
Enjoy, poor imps! enjoy your sportive trade,
Deluded wight! who weens fair Peace can spring Beneath the pompous dome of kesar or of king.
See in each sprite some various bent appear !
Thilk to the huxter's savory cottage tend,
Here, as each season yields a different store,
O may no wight e'er pennyless come there,
See! cherries here, ere cherries yet abound,
Whose honour'd names * th' inventive city own, Rendering through Britain's isle Salopia's praises
Admir'd Salopia ! that with venial pride Fyes her bright form in Severn's ambient wave, Fam'd for her loyal cares in perils try'd, Her daughters lovely, and her striplings brave : Ah! midst the rest, may flowers adorn his grave Whose heart 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
• Shrewsbury cakes.
ELEGY. Describing the sorrow of an ingenuous mind, on the • melancholy event of a licentious amour. Why mourns my friend ? why weeps his downcast
That eye where mirth, where fancy us'd to shine ? Thy cheerful meads reprove that swelling sigh;
Spring ne'er enamell’d fairer meads than thine.
Art thou not lodg'd in Fortune's warm embrace ?
Wert thou not form’d by Nature's partial care ? Blest in thy song, and blest in every grace
That wins the friend, or that enchants the fair ?
“ Damon,” said he, “ thy partial praise restrain;
Not Damon's friendship can my peace restore ; Alas ! his very praise awakes my pain,
And my poor wounded bosom bleeds the more.
“ For oh! that Nature on my birth had frown'd,
Or Fortune fix'd me to some lowly cell; Then had my bosom 'scap'd this fatal wound,
Nor had I bid these vernal sweets farewell.
“ But led by Fortune's hand, her darling child,
My youth her vain licentious bliss admir'd; In Fortune's train the syren Flattery smil'd,
And rashly hallow'd all her queen inspir’d.
“ Of folly studious, e'en of vices vain,
Ah vices ! gilded by the rich and gay!
Nor dropp'd the chase, till Jessy was my prey.