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Complain not if attachments lewd and base
Supplant thee in it, and usurp thy place.
Oh barb'rous! would'st thou with a Gothic hand
Pull down the schools what!-all the schools
i'th' land; Or throw them up to liv'ry-nags and grooms, Or turn them into shops and auction rooms? A captious question, fir, (and your's is one) Deserves an answer similar, or none. Would'st thou, possessor of a flock, employ (Appriz'd that he is such) a careless boy,
And feed him well, and give him handsome pay,
MRS. THROCK MORTON'S
Ye nymphs! if e'er your eyes were red
O share Maria's grief!
Assassin'd by a thief.
Where Rhenus strays his vines among,
Of flagelet or flute.
The honours of his ebon poll
His bosom of the hue
With which Aurora decks the skies,
When piping winds shall soon arise
To sweep up all the dew.
Above, below, in all the house,
Dire foe, alike to bird and mouse,
No cat had leave to dwell;
And Bully's cage supported stood,
of smoothest-shaven wood,
Well-lattic'd--but the grate, alas!
For Bully's plumage sake,
But smooth with wands from Ouse's side,
With which, when neatly peeld and dried,
The swains their baskets make.