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CLODIO, thy ruin is complete

Fairly art thou, my friend, done up. Princes have done this pretty feat ;

And, easy smiling, see thee sup, And sleep, and breakfast too, and dine With good DUKE HUMPHRY, Duke of PHA

ROAH's kine;

That is to say-exceeding lean,

Ragged, unwholesome, yea, unclean ! And in a jail, where sunk-eyed INANITION, Quite chop-fall’n, damns the folly of AMBITION.

Still, ’midst thy poverty and rags,

Thóu makest to the jail thy brags; And pleas’d, of Princes tellest many a story;

And fanciest, that when thou art dead,

A spendor will surround thy headEv'n so !-that thou shalt lie along in GLORY!

Vain Youth !--now prithee cast thine eye On that poor spendor-hunting Fly,

Sporting around thy taper's blaze:How blest, the buzzing Insect sings, Catching the radiance on his wings !

How fascinated with the rays !

A minute will decide his fate :

Nearer, and nearer, round he flies ; Still nearer, nearer-how elate !

There ends existence-hark ! bis cries!

Down drops the wretch amidst the fire
And see him on his back expire !
Now a poor coal! sad transmigration !
Yet cover'd with illumination!

Such is the Fly's, and such thy story;
And lo, like him, thou ly'st in GLORY!




Sing, heavenly Muse,
“ Things unattempted yet, in prose or rhyme,”
A shilling, breeches, and chimeras dire.

HAPPY the man, who, void of cares and strife,
In silken or in leathern purse retains
A Splendid Shilling: he nor hears with pain
New oysters cry'd, nor sighs for cheerful ale;
But with his friends, when nightly mists arise, :
To Juniper's Magpie, or Town-Hall * repairs; '
Where, mindful of the nymph whose wanton eye.
Transfix'd his soul, and kindled amorous flames,
Chloe or Phillis, he each circling glass
Wisheth her health, and joy, and equal love.
Meanwhile, he smokes, and laughs at merry tale,
Or pun ambiguous, or conundrum quaint.

Two noted alehouses in Oxford, 1700.

Bụt 1, whom griping penury surrounds,
And hunger, sure attendant upon want,
With scanty offals, and small acid tiff
(Wretched repast!). my meagre corpse sustain;
Then solitary walk, or doze at home
In garret vile, and with a warming puff
Regale chill'd fingers; or from tube as black
As winter-chimney, or well-polish'd jet,
Exhale mundungus, ill-perfuming scent;
Not blacker tube, nor of a shorter size,
Smokes Cambro-Briton (vers’d in pedigree,
Sprung from Cadwalador and Arthur, kings
Full famous in romantic tale) when he
O'er many a craggy hill and barren cliff,
Upon a cargo of fam'd Cestrian cheese,
High overshadowing rides, with a design
To vend his wares, or at th’ Arvonian mart,
Or Maridunum, or the ancient town
Yclep'd Brechinia, or where Vaga's stream
Encircles Ariconium, fruitful soil!
Whence flow nectareous wines, that well may vie
With Massic, Setin, or renown'd Falern.

Thus while my joyless minutes tedious flow, With looks demure, and silent pace, a Dun, Horrible monster! hated by gods and men, To my aërial citadel ascends, With vocal heel thrice thundering at my gate, With hideous accent thrice he calls; I know The voice ill-boding, and the solemn sound. What should I do? or whither turn? Amaz'd, Confounded, to the dark recess I Aly Of wood-hole; strait my bristling hairs erect Through sudden fear; a chilly sweat bedews My shuddering limbs, and (wonderful to tell!) My tongue forgets her faculty of speech; So horrible he seems! His faded brow Entrench'd with many a frown, and conic beard, And spreading band, admir'd by modern saints, Disastrous acts forbode; in his right hand Long scrolls of paper solemnly he waves, With characters and figures dire inscribid, Grievous to mortal eyes; (ye gods, avert Such plagues from mortal men!) Behind him stalks Another monster, not unlike himself,

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