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SECLUDED from domestic strife,
Jack Book-worm led a college life;
A fellowship at twenty-five
Made him the happiest man alive ;
He drank his glass, and crack'd his joke,
And freshmen wonder'd as he spoke.

Such pleasures, unalloy'd with care,
Could any accident impair?
Could Cupid's shaft at length transfix
Our swain, arriv'd at thirty-six ?
O had the archer ne'er come down
To ravage in a country town;
Or Flavia been content to stop
At triumphs in a Fleet-street shop!
O had her eyes forgot to blaze !
Or Jack had wanted eyes to gaze;
Oh! but let exclamation cease ;
Her presence banish'd all his peace:
So with decorum all things carried,
Miss frown'd, and blush'd, and then was married.

Need we expose to vulgar sight
The raptures of the bridal night?
Need we intrude on hallow'd ground,
Or draw the curtains clos'd around?
Let it suffice, that each had charms:
He clasp'd a goddess in his arms;
And, though she felt bis usage rough,
Yet in a man 'twas well enough.
Vol. XXX.


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The honey-moon like lightning flew; The second brought its transports too; A third, a fourth, were not amiss ; The fifth was friendship mix'd with bliss : But when a twelvemonth pass'd away, Jack found his goddess made of clay ; Found half the charms that deck'd her face Arose from powder, shreds, or lace; But still the worst remain'd behind, That very face had robb’d her mind.

Skill'd in no other arts was she But dressing, patching, repartee; And, just as humour rose or fell, By turns a slattern or a belle; 'Tis true she dress'd with modern grace, Half 'naked at a ball or race; But when at home, at board or bed, Five greasy nightcaps wrapt head. Could so much beauty condescend To be a dull domestic friend ? Could any curtain-lectures bring To decency so fine a thing? In short, by night, 'twas fits or fretting ; By day, 'twas gadding or coquetting. Fond to be seen, she kept a bevy Of powder'd coxcombs at her levee : The 'squire and captain took their stations, And twenty other near relations. Jack suck'd his pipe, and often broke A sigh in suffocating smoke; While all their hours were past between Insulting repartee or spleen.

Thus as her faults each day were known, He thinks her features coarser grown:

He fancies every tice she shows,
Or thins her lip, or points her nose;
Whenever rage or envy rise,
How wide her mouth, how wild her eyes;
He knows not how, but so it is,
Her face is grown a knowing phiz ;
And though her fops are wondrous civil,
He thinks her ugly as the devil.

Now, to perplex the ravellid noose,
As each a different way pursues,
While sullen or loquacious strife
Promis'd to hold them on for life,
That dire disease, whose ruthless pow'r
Withers the beauty's transient flow'r,
Lo! the small-pox, whose horrid glare
Levell’d its terrors at the fair;
And, rifling every youthful grace,
Left but the remnant of a face.

The glass, grown hateful to her sight, Reflected now a perfect fright: Each former art she vainly tries To bring back lustre to her eyes. In vain she tries her pastes and creams To smooth her skin, or hide its seams; Her country beaux and city cousins, Lovers no more, flew off by dozens : The 'squire himself was seen to yield, And e'en the captain quit the field. Poor madam, now condemn'd to hack The rest of life with anxious Jack, Perceiving others fairly flown, Attempted pleasing him alone. Jack soon was dazzled to behold Her present face surpass the old;

With modesty ber cheeks are dy'd,
Humility displaces pride ;
For tawdry finery is seen

person ever neatly clean:
No more presuming on her sway,
She learns good-nature every day :
Serenely gay and strict in duty,
Jack finds his wife a perfect beauty.



LOGICIANS have but ill defin'd,
As rational, the human mind;
Reason, they say, belongs to man,
But let them prove it if they can.
Wise Aristotle and Smiglesius,
By ratiocinations specious,
Have strove to prove with great precisiov,
With definition and division,
Homo est ratione preditum;
But for my soul I cannot credit 'em :
And must in spite of them maintain
That man and all his ways are vain;
And that this boasted lord of nature
Is both a weak and erring creature :
That instinct is a surer guide
Than reason, boasting mortals' pride;
And that brute beasts are far before 'em,
De:18 est anima brutorum.
Who ever knew an honest brute
At law his neighbour prosecute;

Bring action for assault and battery, Or friend beguile with lies and Aattery? O’er plains they ramble unconfin’d, No politics disturb their mind; They eat their meals, and take their sport, Nor know who's in or out at court; They never to the levee go, To treat as dearest friend a foe; They never importune his grace, Nor ever cringe to men in place ; Nor undertake a dirty job, Nor draw the quill to write for Bob ;* Fraught with invective they ne'er go To folks at Paternoster-row: No jugglers, fiddlers, dancing-masters, No pickpockets, or poetasters, Are known to honest quadrupedes ; No single brute his fellow leads; Brutes never meet in bloody fray, Nor cut each other's throats for pay. Of beasts, it is confess’d, the ape Comes nearest us in human shape. Like man, he imitates each fashion, And malice is his ruling passion: But both in malice and grimaces, A courtier any ape surpasses. Behold him, humbly cringing, wait Upon the minister of state: View him soon after to inferiors Aping the conduct of superiors: He promises with equal air, And to perform takes equal care. He in his turn finds imitators; At court, the porters, lackeys, waiters,

* Sir Robert Walpole.

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