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Pomona see with Milton's grandeur rise, If to his love a rival you afford,
You then present a trial for his sword :
Knows likewise struggling will increase his pain.
Till perseverance makes the fame aspire.
This love's more sure, the other is more gay;
But then he roves, whilst this is forc'd to stay, OUR manners like our countenance should be; There are some tempers which you must oblige, They always candid, and the other free:
Not by a quick surrender, but a siege ; But, when our mind by anger is possest,
That most are pleas'd, when driven to despair Our noble manhood is transform'd to beast. By what they're pleas'd to call a cruel fair. No feature then its wonted grace retains,
They think, unless their usage has been hard, When the blood blackens in the swelling veins: Their conquest loses part of its reward. The eye-balls shoot out fiery darts, would kill Thus some raise spleen from their abounding Th' opposer, if the Gorgon had its will.
[health, When Pallas in a river saw the flute
And, clog'd with sweets, from acids seek their Deform'd her cheeks, she let the reed be mute. And many a boat does its destruction find Anger no more will mortify the face,
By having scanty sails, too full of wind. Which in that passion once consults her glass.
Is it not treachery to declare Let beauty ne'er be with this torment seiz'd,
The feeble parts we bave in war? But ever rest serene, and ever pleas'd.
it not folly to afford A dark and sullen brow seems to reprove
Our enemy a naked sword? The first advances that are made to love,
Yet'tis my weakness to confess To which there's nothing more averse than pride. What puts men often in distress : Men without speaking often are denied :
But then it is such beaux 4 as be And a disdainful look too oft' reveals
Possest with so much vanity, Those seeds of hatred which the tongue conceals.
To think that wheresoe'er they turn, When eyes meet eyes, and smiles to smiles return, Whoever looks on them must burn, 'Tis then both hearts with equal ardour burn,
What they desire they think is true, And by their mutual passion soon will know,
With small encouragement from you.
They will a single look improve,
“ We all expected you at play : What you would love, witb quick discretion view: Was 't not a mistress made you stay?" The object may deceive by being new.
The beau is fir'd, cries, “ Now I find
I out of pity must be kind :
Thus, soaring to the lively flame,
We see the vain ambitious fly
Scorch its gay wings, then unregarded die.
And ways to gain their ends thereby,
But oftentimes too quick belief Lore, as a fire in cities, finds increase,
Has given a sudden vent to grief, Proceeds, and, till the whole's destroy'd, won't cease. Occasion'd by some persons lying, It with allurements does, like rivers, rise
To set an easy wife a-crying:
And Procris long ago, alas !
There is a mount, Hymettus styl'd,
Where pinks and rosemary are wild, We not without reluctance bealth obtain.
Where strawberries and myrtles grow,
And violets make a purple show;
Where Zephyrs, with their wanton motion,
Here Cephalus, who hunting lov'd, The colt unback'd we sooth with gentle trace;
When dogs and men were both remov'd, We feed the runner destin'd for the race; And 'tis with time and masters we prepare
4 It is obvious that this word conveys at preThe manag'd coursers rushing to the war.
sent a very different idea from its original signiAmbitious youth will have some sparks of pride, fication; which was plainly that of an accomplished And not without impatience be denied.
And all his dusty labour done,
He shot, then cried, " I've killd my deer."In the meridian of the Sun,
Ay, so you have,” (says Cris) “ I fear.”Into some secret hedge would creep,
“Why, Crissy, pray what made you here?" And sing, and hum himself asleep.
By Gossip Trot, I understood But commonly being hot and dry,
You kept a small girl in this wood." He thus would for some cooler cry:
Quoth Ceph, “ 'Tis pity thou should'st die “O now, if some
For this thy foolish jealousy: Cooler would come!
For 'tis a passion that does move Dearest, rarest,
Too often from excess of love." Loveliest, fairest,
But, when they sought for wound full sore, Cooler, come!
The petticoat was only tore, Oh, Air,
And she had got a lusty thump, Fresh and rare;
Which in some measure bruis'd her rump. Dearest, rarest,
Then home most lovingly they went:
Neither had reason to repent.
And Crissy made him the best wife
For the remainder of his life. For females usually don't want
The Muse has done, nor will more laws obtrude, A fellow-gossip that will cant;
Lest she, by being tedious, should be rude. Who still is pleased with others' ails,
Unbrace love's swans, let them unharness'd stray, And therefore carries spiteful tales.
And eat ambrosia through the milky way.
And let them freely with the Cupids rove.
But, when the Amazonian trophies rise In such a place, in such a wood,
With monuments of their past victories; On such a day, and such a year,
With what discretion and what art they fought;
Let them record, They were by Ovid taught.”
INCOMPARABLE ODE OF MALHERBE'S', “Now, Gossip, why should she come thither? But that they might be caught together?”
Written by him when the marriage was on foot When Cris heard all, her colour turn'd,
between the king of Francez and Anne of
Cette Anne si belle,
Qu'on vante si fort, Then,“ Woe the day that she was born!”
Pourquoy ne vient elle? The nightrail innocent was torn:
Vrayment, elle a tort! Many a thump was given the breast,
Son Louis soû pire “ And she, oh, she should never rest!
Apres ses appas: She strai ht would heigh her to the wood,
Que veut elle dire, And he'd repetit--that he should.”
Que elle ne vient pas? With ea, er hastr away she moves,
Si il ne la posséde, Never regarding carf or gloves :
Il s'en va mourir; Into the grotto soon she creeps,
Donnons y reméde, And into every thicket peeps,
Allons la querir. And to her eyes there did appear Two prints of bodie'--that was clear: Translated by a great admirer of the easiness of French “ And now" (she cries) plainly see
poetry. How time and place, and all agree:
This Anna so fair, But here's a covert, where I 'll lie,
So talk'd of by Fame, And I shall have them by and by.”
Why don't she appear? 'Twas noon; and Cephalus, as last time,
Indeed, she's to blame!
" The translator proposed to turn this ode with Where he was us'd to wash his face;
all imaginable exactness; and he hopes he has And then he sung, and then be hum'd, been pretty just to Malherbe: only in the sixth And on his knee with fingers thrum'd.
live he has made a small addition of these three When Crissy found all matters fair,
words, “ as they say;" which he thinks is excuAnd that he only wanted air,
sable, if we consider the French poet there talks Saw, what device was tuok to fool her, a little too familiarly of the king's passion, as if And no such on as mistress Cooler;
the king himself had owned it to hiin. The transia. Mistrusting then no future harms,
tor thinks it more manuerly and respectful in She would have rush'd into his arms;
Malherbe to pretend to have the account of it But, as the leaves began to rustle,
only by hearsay. King. He thought some beast had made the bustle. a Lewis the Fourteenth.
Lewis sighs for the sake
I have thought this a very proper subject for an Of her charms, as they say;
heroic poein; and endeavoured to be as smooth What excuse can she make
in my verse, and as inoffen ive in my characters, For not coming away?
as was possible. It is my case with Lucretius, If he does not possess,
that I write upon a subject not treated of by the He dies with despair;
ancients. But, “ the greater labour, the greater Let's give him redress,
glory.” And go find out the fair,
Virgil had a Homer to imitate; but I stind upon my own legs, without any support from abroari. I therefore shall have more occasion for the reader's favour, who, from the kinil acceptance
of this, may expect the description of other furTHE FURMETARY;
metaries about this city, from his most humble servant,
AND PER SE AND. INNOCENT AND HARMLESS POEM',
IN THREE CANTO's.
*First printed in 1699.
No sooner did the grey-ey'd morning peep,
And yawning mortals stretch themselves from
sleep; The author of the following poem may be thought Finders of gold were now but newly past, to write for fame, and the applause of the And basket-women did to market haste; town: but he wholly disowns it; for he writes The watchmen were but just returning home, only for the public good, the benefit of his coun
To give the thieves more liberty to roam; try, and the manufacture of England. It is well When from a hill, by growing beams of light, known, that grave senators have often, at the Pa- A stately pile' was offer'd to the sight; lace-yard, refreshed themselves with barley-broth Three spacious doors let passengers go through, in a morning, which has had a very solid influence And distant stones did terminate their view : on their counsels; it is therefore hoped, that other Just here, as ancient poets sing, there stood persons may use it with the like success. No The noble palace of the valiant Lud; man can be ignorant, how of late years coffee His image now appears in Portland stone, and tea in a morning has prevailed; nay, cold
Each side supported by a god-like sono: waters have obtained their commendation; and ! But, underneath, all the three heroes shine, wells are sprung up from Acton to Islington, and in living colours, drawn upon a sign, cross the water to Lambeth. These liquors have which shows the way to ale, but not to wine. several eminent champions of all professions. But Near is a place enclos'd with iron-bars, there have not been wanting persons, in all ages,
Where many mortals curse their cruel stars, that have shown a true love for their country, and
When brought by usurers into distress, the proper diet of it, as water-gruel, inilk-porridge,
For having little still must live on less : rice-milk, and especialls furmetry both with plums
Stern Avarice there keeps the relentless door, and withont. To this end, several worthy persons and bids each wretch eternally be poor. have encouraged the eating such wholesome diet Hence Hunger rises, dismally be stalks, in the morning; and, that the poor may be pro- And takes each single prisoner in his walks : vided, they have desired several matrons to stand at Smithheld-bars, Leadenhall-market, Stocks- ? As Dr. King's description of Ludgate, though market, and «livers other noted places in the city, familiar to the present age, wiil be less intelligible especially at Fleet-ditch; there to dispense furme- to the rising generation, it may not be improper to try to labouring people, and the poor, at reasonable observe, that its name, which Geoffry of Monmouth rates, at three-hali-pence and two-pence a dish, has ascribed to king Lud, was with greater propriety which is not dear, the plums being considered. derived from its situation near the rivulet Flud, or
The places are generally styled furmetaries, be- Fleet, which ran near it.—So early as 1373, Ludcause that food has got the general esteem; but gate was constituted a prison for poor debtors who that at Fleet-ditch I take to be one of the most re- were free of the city; and was greatly enlarged in inarkable, and therefore I have styled it, The 1454, by sir Stephen Forster, who, after having Furunetary; and could easily have had a certifi- | been himself confined there, became lord mayor cate of the usefulness of this formetary, signed by of London, and established several benevolent reseveral eniine.t carmen, gardeners, journeymen- gulations for its government.—The old gate betailors, and basket-women, who liave promised to coming ruinous, an elegant building, as above decontribute to the maintenance of the same, in case scribed by Dr. King, was erected in 1586, with the the coffee-buuses should proceed to oppose it. statue of queen Elizabeth on the west front, and
those of the pretendel king Lud and his tirosons Written to please a gentleman who thought on the east. This was pulled down in 1760, and pothing smooth or lufty could be written upon a the statue of Elizabeth placed against the church med! subject; but had no intent of making any of St. Danstan in the West. Since that time, the reelection apoo The Dispensary, which has de- city deb on have been confined in a part of the servedly gained a lasting reputation. KING, London workhouse in Bishopsgate-street. N.
This duty done, the meagre monster stares, And per se And alone, as poets use, Holds up his bones, and thus begins his prayers : The starving dictates of my rules pursues; “ Thou, goddess Famine; that canst send us No swinging coachman does afore him shine, blights,
Nor has he any constant place to dine, With parching heat by day, and storm by nights, But all his notions of a meal are mine. Assist me now: so may all lands be thine, Haste, haste, to him, a blessing give from me, And shoals of orphans at thy altars pine !
And bid him write sharp things on furmetry. Long may thy rain continue on each shore, But I would have thee to Coffedro go, Where-ever peace and plenty reign'd before ! And let Tobacco too thy business know; I must confess, that to thy gracious hand
With famous Teedrums in this case advise, I widows owe, that are at my command;
Rely on Sagoe, who is always wise. I joy to hear their numerous children's cries; Amidst such counsel, banish all despair; And bless thy power, to find they've no supplies. | Trust me, you shall succeed in this affair: I thank thee for those martyrs, who would flee That project which they Purmetary call, From superstitious rites and tyranny,
Before next breakfast-time shall surely fall! And find their fullness of reward in me.
This said, she quickly vanish'd in a wind But 'tis with much humility I own,
Had long within her body been confin'd. That generous favour you have lately shown, Thus Hercules, when he bis mistress found, When men, that bravely have their country serv'd, Soon knew her by her scent, and by her sound. Receiv'd the just reward that they deserv'd, And are preferr'd to me, and shall be starv'd. I can, but with regret, I can despise Innumerable of the London cries,
CANTO III. When pease, and mackarel, with their harsher sound,
HUNGER rejoic'd to hear the blest command, The tender organs of my ears confound;
That Furmetary should no longer stand; But that which makes my projects all miscarry, With speed he to Coffedro's mansion flies, Is this inhuman, fatal Furmetary.
And bids the pale-fac'd mortal quickly rise. “ Not far from hence, just by the Bridge of Fleet, “ Arise, my friend; for upon thee do wait With spoons and porringers, and napkin neat, Dismal events and prodigies of Fate! A faithless syren does entice the sense,
'Tis break of day, thy sooty broth prepare,
How will he conquer nostrils that presume
Let handsome Teedrums too be call'd to arins,
For he has courage in the midst of charmıs :
Sagoe with counsel fills his wakeful brains, Whilst such-like prayers keen Hunger would But then his wisdom countervails bis pains; advance,
'Tis he shall be your guide, he shall efiect Painting and weakness threw him in a trance: That glorionis conquest which we all expect: Famine took pity on her careful slave,
The brave Hectorvus shall command this force; And kindly to him this assistance gave.
He'll meet Tubcarrio's foot, or, which is worse, She took the figure of a thin parch'd maid, Oppose the fury of Carmanniel's horse. Who many years had for a husband staid; For his reward, this he shall have each day, And, coming near to Hunger, thus she said: Drink coffee, then strut out and never pay."
My darling son, whilst Peace and Plenty smile, It was not long ere the grandees were met, And Happiness would over-run this isle,
And round nerespapers in full order set. I joy to see, by this thy present care,
Then Sagoe, rising, said, “I hope you hear I've still some friends remaining since the war: Hunger's advice with an obedient éar; In spite of us, A does on venison feed,
Our great design admits of no delay, And bread and butter is for B decreed;
Famine commands, and we must all obey : C D combines with E F's generous soul,
That syren which does Furmetary keep To pass their minutes with the sparkling bowl; Long since is risen from the bands of sleep; Hl's good-nature, from his endless store,
Her spoons and porringers, with art display'd, Is still conferring blessings on the poor,
Many of Hunger's subjects have betrav’d." For none, except 'tis K, regards them more.
“ To arms,” Hectorvus cried: “ Coifedro stout, L, M, N, O, P, 2, is vainly great,
Issue forth liquor from thy scalding spout!" And squanders half his substance in a treat.
Great One-and-all-i gives the first alarms; Nice eating by R, S, is understood;
Then each man snatches up offensive arms. T's supper, though but little, yet is good; To Ditch of Fleet courageously they run, U's conversation's equal to his wine,
Quicker than thought; the battle is begun: You sup with W, whene'er you dine:
Hectorvus first Tubcarrio does attack, X, Y, and Z, hating to be confin'd,
And by surprise soon lays him on his back; Ramble to the next eating-house they find; Thirsto and Drowtho then, approaching near, Pleasant, good-humourd, beautiful, and gay, Soon overthrow two magazines of beer. Sometimes with music, and sometimes with play, The innocent Syrepa little thought Prolong their pleasures till th’approaching day. That all these arms against herself were brought ;
Nor that in her defence the drink was spilt : Thy white-wine, sugar, milk, together club,
By thy Westphalian ham, or Belgic beef;
May still thy soil be generous as its lords! What with strong smoke, and with bis stronger breath,
Oh! Peggy, Peggy, when thou goest to brew, He funks Basketia and her son to death,
Consider well what you're about to do; Coffedro then, with Teedrums, and the band Be very wise, very ședately tbink Who carried scalding liquors in their hand, That what you're going now to make is drink; Throw watery ammunition in their eyes;
Consider who must drink that drink; and then, On which Syrena's party frighten'd flies:
What 'tis to have the praise of honest men: Carmannio straight drives up a bulwark strong, For surely, Peggy, while that drink does last, And horse opposes to Coffedro's throng.
'Tis Peggy will be toasted or disgracid. Coledrivio stands for bright Syrena's guard, Then, if thy ale in glass thou would'st confine, And all her rallied forees are prepard;
To make its sparkling rays in beauty shine, Carmannio then to Teedrums' squadron makes, Let thy clean bottie be entirely dry, And the lean mortal by the buttons takes;
Lest a white substance to the surface fly, Not Teedrums'arts Carmannio could beseech, And, floating there, disturb the curious eye. But his rough valour throws him in the ditch. But this great maxim must be understood, Syrena, though surpris'd, resolvd to be
“ Be sure, nay very sure, thy cork be good ļ” The great bonduca of her Furmetry:
Then future ages shall of Peggy tell, Before her throne courageously she stands, That nymph that brew'd and bottled ale so well. Managing ladles-full with both her hands. The numerous plums like hail-shot flew about, How fleet is air! bow many things have breath, And Plenty soon dispers'd the meagre rout.
Which in a moment they resign to death; So have I seen, at fair that's nam’d from Horn, Depriv'd of light, and all their happiest state, Many a ladle's blow by prentice borne ;
Not by their fault, but some o'er-ruling Fate ! In vain he strives their passions to assuage, Although fair flowers, that justly might invite, Withthreats would frighten, with soft words engage; Are cropt, nay torn away, for man's delight; Until, through milky gauntlet soundly beat, Yet still those fowers, alas! can make no moan, His prudent heels secure a quick retreat.
Nor has Narcissus now a power to groan!
But all those things which breathe in different Jamque opąs exegi, quod nec Jovis ira, nec frame, ignis,
By tie of common breath, man's pity claim.
And, when she sees the butcher's knife decreed,
With pride, still lays man's fellow-mortals waste:
What earth and waters breed, or air inspires,
Man for his palate fits by torturing fires. FIRST PRINTED BY THE AUTHOR IN 1704.
Mully, a cow, sprung from a beauteous race,
With spreading front, did Mountown's pastures MOUNTOWN?! thou sweet retreat from Dublin
grace. Be famous for thy apples and thy pears; [cares, Gentle she was, and, with a gentle stream, For turnips, carrots, lettuce, beans, and pease;
Each morn and night gave milk that equal'd cream. For Peggy's butter, and for Peggy's cheese.
Offending none, of none she stood in dread, May clouds of pigeons round about thee tly!
Much less of persons which she daily fed : But condescend sometimes to make a pie.
“ But Innocence cannot itself defend May fat geese gaggle with melodious voice,
'Gainst treacherous arts, veil'd with the name of And ne'er want gooseberries or apple-sauce!
friend." Ducks in thy ponds, and chicken in thy pens, Robin of Derbyshire, whose temper shocks And be thy turkeys numerous as thy hens! The constitution of his native rocks; May thy black pigs lie warm in little sty,
Born in a place4, which, if it once be nam'd, And have no thought to grieve them till they die !
Would make a blushing modesty asham'd:
To make poor Mully his peculiar care;
But inwardly this sullen churlish thief To add a redder tincture to their own!
Had all his mind plac'd upon Mully's beef ;
His fancy fed on her; and thus he'd cry, 'It was taken for a state poem, and to have “ Mully, as sure as I'm alive, you die ! many mysteries in it; though it was only made, as well as Orpheus and Eurydice, for country di- 3 Judge Upton. version. KING.
4 The Devil's Arse of Peak; described by • A pleasant villa to the south of Dublin, near Hobbes in a poem De Mirabilibus Pecci, the best
of his poetical performances. N.