Streets, narrow ones to be avoided,

Stockings, how to prevent their being spattered, ii. 91

ii. 247

Snowy weather,

ii. 320

Shoes, how to free them from snow,

ii. 325

Snow-balls, coachmen pelted with them,

ii. 329

Schoolboys, mifchievous in frofty weather,

ii. 331

Sempftrefs, the defcription of her in a frofty morning,

Thefeus in the labyrinth of Crete,
Thames-ftreet,

Trivia, the Goddess of streets and highways, invoked,

Trades prejudicial to walkers,
Tradesmen, in what to be trusted,

is

ii. 25

ii. 71

ii. 83

ii. 244

Trades

Trades offenfive to the fmcll,

ii. 246

Thames, coaches driven over it,

Tea-drinkers, a neceffary caution to them,

ii. 296

ii. 365

advice to him,

metamorphofed to a country farrier,
the inventor of hobnails and fparables,
the inventor of pattens,

Upholder, where he frequents,

W

Winter, the beginning of it defcribed,
Weather, figns of cold,

figns of fair,

figns of rainy,

Witney broad-cloth proper for horfemen,

Wig compared to Alecto's fnakes,

to Glaucus's beard,

what to be worn in a mist,

i. 211

i. 97

i. 172

i. 241

Waterman,

ii. 551

Wheel-barrows, how they prejudice walkers,

Women, the ill consequence of gazing on them, iii. 101

iii 107

Whore, how to know one,

iii. 267

Whores, the streets where they ply,

iii. 259

Watchmen, the method of treating with them,
their fignal to their fellows,

iii. 307

iii. 311

MADAM, to all your cenfures I fubmit,

And frankly own I fhould long fince have writ. You told me, filence would be thought a crime, And kindly ftrove to teaze me into, rhyme : No more let trifling themes your Mufe employ ; Nor lavish verfe, to paint a female toy : No more on plains with rural damfels fport; But fing the glories of the British court. By your commands and inclination sway'd, I call'd th' unwilling Mufes to my aid:

Refolv'd

Refolv'd to write, the noble theme I chose,
And to the Princess thus the poem rofe.

"Aid me, bright Phœbus! aid, ye facred Nine! "Exalt my genius, and my verse refine.

"My ftrains with Carolina's name I grace,

"The lovely parent of our royal race.

"Breathe soft, ye winds! ye waves, in filence fleep! "Let profperous breezes wanton o'er the deep, “Swell the white fails, and with the streamers play, "To waft her gently o'er the watery way.”

Here I to Neptune form'd a pompous prayer, To rein the winds, and guard the Royal Fair; Bid the blue Tritons found their twisted shells, And call the Nereids from their pearly cells. Thus my warm zeal had drawn the Muse along, Yet knew no method to conduct her song : I then refolv'd fome model to purfue, Perus'd French criticks, and began anew. Long open panegyrick drags at beft, And praife is only praise when well addrefs'd.

Straight Horace for fome lucky ode I fought: And all along I trac'd him thought by thought. This new performance to a friend I show'd: For fhame! fays he; what, imitate an ode! I'd rather ballads write, and Grub-street lays, Than pillage Cæfar for my patron's praise : One common fate all imitators share, To fave mince-pies, and cap the grocer's ware. Vex'd at the charge, I to the flames commit Rhymes, fimilies, Lords' names, and ends of wit;