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AN IMITATION OF SPENCER.
IN ev'ry town where Thamis rolls his tide,
Where ever and anon the stream is eyed,
The short thick sob, loud scream, and shriller squall:
Some play, some eat, some cack against the wall,
And, as they crouchen low, for bread and butter call.
And on the broken pavement here and there
A brandy and tobacco shop is near,
And hens, and dogs, and hogs, are feeding by:
And here a sailor's jacket hangs to dry;
At every door are sunburn: matrons seen,
Now singing shrill, and scolding oft between;
Scolds answer foulmouth'd scolds; bad neighbourhood, I ween.
The snappish cur (the passenger's annoy)
The whimp'ring girl and hoarser screaming boy
Join to the yelping treble shrilling cries;
The scolding quean to louder notes doth rise,
And And her full pipes those shrilling cries confound;
To her full pipes the grunting hog replies; The grunting hogs alarm the neighbours round, And curs, girls, boys, and scolds, in the deep base are drown'd.
Hard by a sty, beneath a roof of thatch,
Baskets of fish at Billingsgate did watch,
Cod, whiting, oyster, mackrel, sprat, or plaice: There learn'd she speech from tongues that never cease.
Slander, beside her, like a magpie chatters,
Like a curs'd cur, Malice before her clatters,
And, vexing ev'ry wight, tears clothes and all to tatters.
Her dugs were mark'd by ev'ry collier's hand,
Her mouth was black as bulldog's at the stall: She scratched, bit, and spar'd ne lace ne band;
And bitch and rogue her answer was to all;
Nay, e'en the parts of shame by name would call. Whene'er she passed by a lane or nook,
Would greet the man who turn'd him to the wall, And by his hand obscene the porter took, Nor ever did askance like modest virgin look.
Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town; Woolwich and Wapping, smelling strong of pitch:
Such Such Lambeth, envy of each band and gown;
And Twickenham such, which fairer scenes enrich,
Ne village is without, on either side,
Ne Richmond's self, from whose tall front are ey'd
Vales, spires, meandring streams, and Windsor's tow'ry pride.
THE CAPON'S TALE:
TO A LADY, WHO FATHERED HER LAMPOONS UPON HER
IN" Yorkshire dwelt a sober yeoman,
Yet tender was this hen so fair,
Our prudent dame bethought her then
His rump well pluck'd with nettles stings,
The feather'd dupe awakes content,
Such, lady Mary, are your tricks;
THE PARLIAMENT MAN.
WRITTEN MANY YEARS SINCE.
ERE bribes convince you whom to choose,
Thus the lord Coke hath gravely writ,
Yet in some points my lord is wrong:
TO BE PREFIXED BEFORE
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